The Impossible

Title: The Impossible
Disclaimer: Chapter 1
Warning: the usual

This chapter is dedicated to my two wonderful beta’s who get all the credit for making this story more readable. They are great!

Chapter 2: This Is Now
Harry sat huddled up in a corner trying to avoid the Bat-like creature. It was everything he was taught was wrong and he didn’t want anything to do with the foul creature. Its big, watery eyes watched him as if hurt by his obvious dislike for it.
He didn’t have a clue where he was. Well he knew he was outside some sort of an office with three strange men just on the other side of the wall. Where he was in general, however, was still a mystery. Everything had changed since he woke up this morning.
He began to rub the small lines on his left arm. This was a habit he had developed over the past few years whenever he was nervous. Feeling the small lines brought a calming peace to him despite the horrible memories they represented.
He couldn’t help but jump when the door swung open and the blond-haired boy whisked out of the room, a scowl present on his face. Harry stood quickly waiting for someone to address him. The boy, however, just walked past him like he was invisible. It scared him when people acted like that.
“This way, Potter,” Severus looked at the boy who appeared to be vastly relieved that someone was talking to him. The little boy quickly moved away from the house elf that had tried to help him stand and stood behind the Potions professor, staring at the floor.
“We’re going to my rooms,” The black-haired man told him after Harry had situated himself.
Harry nodded, relief flowing through him. He didn’t understand the old man that had acted kindly toward him or the blond boy who blatantly ignored his very existence. But going into a room he understood. He knew this.
The trip back down to the dungeons went quickly. Harry was taken aback by the moving pictures that seemed to smile and wink at him. He even thought he saw a ghost but that was impossible. He remembered every lesson he was ever taught by his Uncle and each ended in the fact that magic was not real.
There was no argument with what Uncle Vernon taught.
They stopped in front of a large, coiled, stone snake. It was nearly two feet higher than the dark haired man and at least three feet long. The eyes glittered strangely as if a candle were flickering in the vicinity but upon inspection of the hall, Harry could find no candle or a torch or anything for that matter.
The dark haired man whispered something to the snake and it was instantly uncoiling its great body and moving sideways to allow them into a door that had previously been hidden.
Draco pushed past the two and flopped onto the couch with a frustrated sigh. Snape proceeded in a similar manner only dropping more gracefully into a plump black chair. He noticed Harry was still standing in the door.
“Come here, Potter, and have a seat,” Harry came to him and sat gracefully on the floor by the man’s feet. Snape saw this but chose not to address it; his head was already beginning to ache. He summoned a salve that would help heal the bruising.
“I, unlike the Headmaster, will not take no for an answer, now rub this over the bruise on your face,” Harry looked like he was ready to protest but wisely decided otherwise. “Very good, now first things first.” Snape muttered, massaging his aching head.
“I am Professor Snape, a teacher here at this school. That boy on the couch is Draco and he is the one you will be staying with while you are here. Anything you would like to do must go through him. Now during the day, you will be with me in my classes. Evenings and weekends, you will spend in the Slytherin commons, which is the house Draco belongs to.”
“This is priceless, Sev, he doesn’t have a clue what you are talking about. Just look at his face,” True enough Draco was right. Harry’s face was the perfect picture of bewilderment.
“I believe that it should be your responsibility then to inform him of all the details,” Snape said, smirking at the blond. “I will have clothes and other necessary items delivered this evening to your rooms, Draco.”
“I’m hungry,” Draco complained as he summoned a house elf. Much to Harry’s disappointment, another one of those bat creatures whipped into the room, carrying a tray of sandwiches and a jug of some orange stuff.
Draco wasted no time in serving himself. Snape reached to help himself to a few of the small sandwiches. It took Draco a few minutes to notice that Harry had not even reached for a snack.
“What is it now, Potter? Food not good enough for you or do you need someone to feed you?”
“I…I don’t eat that kind of food,” the boy mumbled. Snape looked interested.
“And what do you eat then?” he inquired, waiting for the boy to leak something about his life prior to arriving at the castle.
“Chocolates and other sweets from time to time, they make me taste good.”
The statement was so matter-of-fact that it left Snape staring at the boy in complete shock. “What was that?”
Harry shut his mouth, knowing he had said the wrong thing. This man must be jealous like some of the others. He shook his head and began to eat one of the sandwiches. The meat was too rich and the bread left him parched. After only a few bites, he was feeling decidedly ill.
He should be used to this by now. He berated himself for allowing himself to feel the horrible aches the rich snack forced upon his usually empty stomach.
Snape looked down at his watch and swore, “I have a class in fifteen minutes. As it is your free period, I see no problems in you taking him with you for the afternoon.”
“I…what…I have things to do.”
“Stop your whining, Draco, I know that is a lie. Now, if you would so kindly leave I will be on my way.”
Draco grabbed Harry by the arm and dragged the boy down the hall toward the Slytherin House entrance. Harry gave a little whimper and Draco loosened his grip on the boy’s arm. He didn’t have to supply the password as there was already a group of Slytherin’s entering the Common Room.
“Sit here and don’t move. I will be back for you later.” With that said, Draco left the little Gryffindor in a chair on the outer edge of the common room. He himself went to where a few of the members of the quidditch team were.
Harry sat feeling uncomfortable in the chair. He hated sitting anywhere but Draco told him to stay put and he was determined to do just that. He took this time to look around.
All the people in the room were wearing strange dress thingies. All of the furniture was either a rich green or a shiny black. Snake statues and tapestries could be seen every where. In the corner were some boys who didn’t look much bigger than him. They were playing with cards that exploded at random moments.
Harry hated the way they laughed when the deck exploded. He hated the older girl whom was randomly changing the colors of the cup in front of her. It was all wrong. He knew it with every fiber of his being. He couldn’t help but flinch as Draco’s laughter echoed through the room along with the others he was sitting with.
Harry was getting restless and fidgety again. No one was paying any attention to him and it scared him. They all went past him like he was invisible. His breathing was speeding up.
“Excuse me,” he said softly to a passing girl but she only glanced at him and went to sit by Draco. Harry was wringing his hands again. The cloth covering his shoulder slipped off a little and he absently moved it back up, touching the bruises that were still on his neck.
It was terrifying how the man, Professor Snape, had made the one on his face disappear. The marks were his one connection to life. Each mark held a meaning for him, a reminder that he was needed in some way. What did it matter that it was only to be hurt, at least he still had a purpose. At least his uncle still wanted him.
Now here he was, in a place that he didn’t know, away from his uncle which had never happened before. He knew that the life he led wasn’t right though he didn’t know why that was. He was told quite a few times that he was loved. The words were moaned softly and that was all he needed, right? So why had his uncle sent him away like he no longer mattered?
It was this fear that made him go against Draco’s wishes. He made his way, hands shaking, over to where Draco was sitting. None of the group had noticed his arrival. He gave a gentle tug at Draco’s sleeve. Icy silver eyes made him freeze as they turned on him.
“I…I…I was getting lonely and…” he didn’t know what to say. Now everyone was looking at him and it wasn’t the looks he was use to receiving. They all looked perturbed and some even disgusted by his presence.
“I thought I told you to sit over there and not move,” Draco’s voice was cold and calm.
“You did but…” once again Harry trailed off, unable to think of something to say to calm the blond’s rage.
“Why don’t you let us take care of him, Draco,” Crabbe asked.
“Yeah, we don’t need Gryffindor scum cluttering up the commons,” Blaise agreed.
Draco looked down at the small boy, years of hate and prejudice blinding him from the obvious. In front of him stood a scared child, who had tiny bruises which could be seen along his throat just above the collar of his robes. The little boy had his hand on Draco’s thigh a little too high up. Instead all he saw, all they saw was the Gryffindor teenager they had hated for five years, some for more than that.
“Do what you want, just make sure I won’t get in trouble with Severus.”
“Don’t worry, Drake, we’ll just stick him in the closet over there and that way he can’t bother us. You can let him out before dinner.”
Harry listened not quite understanding who they were talking about. He felt sorry for the Gryffindor, however, because being put in a closet was so scary. The dark was absolute and the space confining. He looked back up to Draco but he was already talking to some girl on the couch beside him.
A hand closed over his arm and he felt himself being pulled away by the bigger boy. He followed willfully till he saw the door. Then things clicked much too quickly. He suddenly understood that it was him that they were putting in the closet. He pulled on his arm.
“I’m sorry…I’m….I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be bad.” The older boy just kept pulling him along deaf to his pleas for mercy. “I won’t move again, I promise….please don’t…I don’t want to go in there…Please!” His cries were cut off as the door slammed shut and he was left in darkness. Crabbe was about to walk away when Blaise came up brandishing his wand.
“Don’t be dense, Vince, at least put up a silencing spell so we don’t have to listen to tpoilpoiled brat whine for the next few hours.” With a swish and flick the closet was silenced and the two students rejoined their friends in conversation. None looked back at the cupboard.
Harry, however, was trying desperately to not panic. He mumbled pleas for forgiveness over and over but he knew no one heard. It was so very dark in the closet and the temperature was none too comfortable. In fact, it was quite stifling.
He rocked back and forth forcing himself to breathe. They were standing just outside the door he told himself. Soon, they would let him out and he would show them how sorry he was. Anything they wanted he would give them to the best of his abilities. Maybe by doing this, his Uncle would hear and be proud and take him back.
Minutes ticked by and still no one opened the door. Harry couldn’t fight the panic and soon he was panting for air aeatieating his tiny fists against the door. He would take the beating he was bound to get for creating such a ruckus.
He would take a hundred smacks in exchange for this dark prison. Tears were running down his face as he cried out for the door to be opened.
“I’m sorry…so sorry.” That didn’t work no one was coming.
“Draco, please I’m sorry… don’t make me stay in here…Draco, help me” but the little boys cries reached no ears and he curled up sobbing and shaking lost in the memories of his past, present, and ever so insecure future.


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There you have it the end of chapter 2. Hope you all liked it. Thank you to every one who reviewed especially those who told me that I had the block on my reviews. Also I would love to have people recommend stories to me because I am more than willing to brag on them.