The Pain of Harry Potter (Completely Redone)

A/N: Thanks for all the comments last post everybody! I will try to update more frequently but college is very demanding, so I won't keep promises. I hope you enjoy this chapter and please review. I appreciate all comments everyone! :)

Warnings: Rape, Torture, Angst, M/M, M/F, violence. If you don’t like it, please don’t read it.

Summary: After enduring a scarring summer, Harry is forced to face his inner demons in order to find a way to defeat the Dark Lord. He receives unexpected help along the way. (This takes place after OOTP so please disregard HBP.)

Disclaimer: Don’t own a thing, don’t sue.

Three: An Unlikely Savior

Another day had passed slowly, and still, no one had come to untie Harry from his prison. He lay in his bed, as the morning light came through the window, his eyes staring up at the white ceiling. His naked body shivered uncontrollably. He wished he could have a sheet or something to cover himself with...but he wished even more that he could have that knife to end it all right then.

He started sobbing again, but stopped abruptly when he heard the locks to his door being clicked and opened, one by one. His eyes grew wide in fear, for he knew who was going to enter his room. He struggled against the ropes, desperate to get out, but the thrashing did nothing but decrease the very little energy he had.

His uncle walked into the room, smiling sadistically once again, and Harry couldn't help himself as he started to cry harder. His uncle slammed the door behind him without a word and stared at Harry with a hungry, demented look in his tiny eyes.

After that second rape when the boy was awake, he found himself aroused whenever he thought about it. Vernon knew he had to deplete this arousal before he went off to work so he wouldn’t be distracted. Harry stared at the man as he walked over to him, pulling off his pants, but leaving his underwear on. Harry wanted to scream when he saw the bulge in his underwear. He knew he was going to be raped again.

His uncle sat down at the edge of the bed, where there was barely enough space for the fat man to sit comfortably. He glanced down at the terrified face of the boy.

"So how did you sleep?" he asked Harry, malicious smile in place.

Harry sobbed hysterically, this time not bothering holding back.

His uncle knocked him across the face, the sock in Harry's mouth coming out with his gasp of surprise and fresh air rushing into his lungs so quickly, it burned Harry’s esophagus.

"You answer me when I ask you a question," Vernon said angrily to the boy.

Harry was seeing black and red spots again, praying that hopefully he would faint before his uncle started to rape him.

"How did you sleep?" the man asked again.

Harry was suddenly overtaken with a dreaded combination of fear and fury and he could not control his outburst.

"HOW DO YOU THINK?" he yelled at the man, whose face fell. Harry suffered another punch, this time near his temples.

"You're going to pay for that cheek," the fat man said, ripping off his underwear.

Harry screamed hoarsely, knowing what was coming. But this time, his uncle didn't bother to muffle the boy's yells. He was so aroused he didn't care.

He threw himself on top of the boy and slammed into him without preparation, producing another terrified and pained yell as Harry cried and begged him to stop. The man laughed as he continued to pump into Harry, the boy screaming, writhing and crying under him but the man paid no attention as Harry continued to scream in pain. Harry could feel his insides ripping once again as the man forcefully threw himself in and out of Harry's weak body. The blood was flowing freely down his thighs, and staining the bed, and his uncle yelled out and came into the boy.

Harry sobbed, violent shudders shaking his thin, abused body. The man pulled out of the boy, making sure to slap him one more time before putting his underwear and pants back on again.

"I hate you!" Harry yelled at the man, his throat feeling as if it too, would tear from the sheer force of his volume. "I HOPE YOU DIE AND GO STRAIGHT TO HELL!!"

Vernon Dursley turned around, shocked at Harry’s second outburst; the boy's jade eyes were full of fury at what had happened, fear suddenly vanished. The man walked over to Harry's desk and pulled the lamp from it without replying, ripping the cord from the wall socket. When Harry realized what was about to happen, he gave a brief cry but was stopped abruptly as Vernon sent the lamp smashing over the boy's head, a small stream of blood oozing from the boy's head, as he was knocked out.

His uncle smiled at the sight before him, and grabbed the blood and semen infested sheet and threw it over Harry's lower body before walking outside and putting all the locks back in place.

***

Severus had forced himself to wake up early, at around six in the morning and he was far from a good mood. He made himself a quick cup of coffee, agitated the entire time, showered quickly and put on clean, Muggle looking clothes. Dumbledore said the location of the boy was at a place called Number 4, Privet Drive. Snape had no idea where exactly it was located, but he would use the Knight Bus to get him there.

Before leaving his quarters, he opened the door to her room and peered in, but she wasn't there. However, her room was a horrific mess. Various black pieces of clothes and things were strewn everywhere, and she hadn't even bothered to do her bed. He sighed at her messy demeanor and assumed she was probably awake, roaming the castle as she usually did.

The man made sure he had his wand and tucked it up his sleeve as he made his way to Hogsmeade, the cold morning air nipping at his pale skin. It took him about forty minutes to get there and when he did, he couldn't help but stop at an open store and buy himself a bottle of butterbeer. When he walked out, he made sure the street was empty before waving his right hand with his wand.

Suddenly, a huge purple double Decker bus appeared, with the golden letters etched on its side, "The Knight Bus." The door opened, revealing a pimply man, with his purple suit and hat on. "Welcome to the Knight Bus-" he started before Snape cut him off, pushing him aside and stepping up into the bus itself.

"I don't have time for your nonsense speech," Snape spat, annoyed, glaring at the boy, as the driver shut the door. "Take me to Number 4, Privet Drive now."

The man looked slightly affronted at Snape's snarkiness.

"Sir, there are other people who were here before you, so we need to take them to their locations before-"

Snape pulled out a small sack full of galleons and presented it to the man, whose eyes grew wide with surprise and glee. Snape snickered as the man had probably never seen that much money at once in his whole life. The pimply man gaped at the sack before taking it slowly in his hands, running his fingers over it as to check if this was real.

"Now, what was that about other people?" Snape asked smoothly.

"I-N-nothing sir," he said joyfully. The bus driver had turned to see and his eyes widened as well. "Where was it you wanted to go—"

"Number Four, Privet Drive," Snape said, cutting him off.

"Number Four, Privet Drive, Ern," the man repeated and in a flash they were off.

Snape sat down on one of the many empty beds on that floor. The pimply man came up to him asking, "Is there anything I can get you sir? A drink, food—?"

"No," Snape said bitterly and the man nodded and sat down in his seat by the driver, still utterly surprised by all the money he was holding.

Snape was slightly disgusted at that when he pulled out his butterbeer bottle and took a long sip from it. He had always enjoyed butterbeer, but rarely drank it, now relishing in the warmth spreading through his thin body. He glanced out the window and was a little surprised at how fast the bus was moving. He had been on a Knight Bus before, but it had never traveled this quickly. Snape was sure he had blown the minds of both those men with the money he presented to them.

He was about to take another sip of his warm drink when the bus lurched forward violently and stopped abruptly. Snape almost fell headfirst from the bed, and butterbeer spilled all over the floor, the bottle crashing down and smashing into a hundred pieces. He cursed the driver for his stupidity and kicked the glass fragments away from him. Snape instantly decided that after checking up on the Potter-brat, he would Apperate to Hogwarts instead of going through this idiocy again.

The man stood up again, apologizing frantically about Snape's spilled butterbeer. Snape pushed him out of his way forcefully, sending him flying into a nearby bed.

"Is this it?" Snape spat.

The driver nodded as he opened the door to reveal a whole street full of houses that looked exactly the same. Snape held back on gasping and he stepped out on the sidewalk, the bus door closing behind him. With a loud BANG! the bus was gone.

Snape groaned and headed off down the nearly empty street. How the hell was he supposed to figure out which was Potter's house when all of the damn residencies looked the same? Stupid Muggles, he thought bitterly as he almost walked straight into a haughty lady.

He continued to search for Number Four, and stopped when he saw a mailbox bearing the four on it. Snape glanced into the driveway, staring at the clean, bright green front lawn, with its grass closely cut and its flower bushes kept in perfect condition. The
small, red brick house was gleaming as well. Snape was disgusted at the cleanliness of everything on this street, until his eye caught the sight of the black car still in the driveway. He walked up to it and noticed there was a dent on its side—It looked a lot like the outline of a person…

He looked up at the front door and then back at the dent and then knew, there was something very, very wrong here.

***

Vernon Dursley had just stepped out of the boy's room and greeted his smirking wife as she walked out of their bedroom, her nightgown still on.

"Did you do it?" she asked him gleefully. She too had a sick grin plastered on her face.

"Of course," Vernon murmured, his sadistic smile still there as well.

They reached the bottom of the staircase and walked into the kitchen in silence, choosing to ignore that fact that their abused nephew lay nearly dead in the upper floor. Vernon sat down at the table and pulled a plate full of biscuits to him before digging in greedily.

"Is there anything else you want, dear?" Petunia asked him, bustling around as she got a coffee pot ready and going, acting as if her husband had not just raped a poor, defenseless boy.

"Just coffee is fine," he said glancing at her as she smiled back at him.

The smile was wiped off her face however, when suddenly the doorbell rang, the loud sound echoing throughout the empty hallway. Both Vernon and Petunia glanced, slightly nervous at each other, their guilt written all over their sick faces.

"I wonder who that could be?" she asked aloud, leaving the kitchen to go answer it.

Vernon listened carefully as his wife shuffled down the hall, her slippers pattering softly. She opened the door and said something inaudible and then Vernon heard a man with a deep voice mutter a sour, “Good morning.”

"Yes, how can I help you?" Petunia asked.

"I'm looking for Harry Potter—" was all Vernon heard the man say before bolting out of the kitchen and running next to his, now terrified wife.

Snape glared at the obese man and his horse faced wife, crossing his thin, but strong, arms across his chest.

"I'm looking for Harry Potter," Snape repeated, stepping inside the small hallway without permission, which was made suddenly smaller now that Vernon and Petunia were taking up so much of the space.

Vernon panicked. He knew Potter was a wizard, and he knew this man too was part of the magical world…but Potter was an adolescent boy, and this was a full grown man who didn’t look at all amused by his and his wife’s reaction, or pleased to be there for that matter. It took a moment for the fat man to recuperate and then he spoke up.

Vernon nearly choked on his words. "I—er, he's not here right now," he muttered and the pale man gave him a raised eyebrow of annoyance.

He pulled out a long dark wooden wand from his sleeve and produced a small chair with a poof, right near the foot of the stairs and sat down on it. Vernon and his wife flinched when he did so, obviously thinking he was going to harm them with magic and not anticipating his casual demeanor. Petunia shut the door and backed into a wall, panic stricken, as the pale man looked up at them both.

Snape could sense his advantage here; the fear these Muggles had was radiated so strongly it broke into every pore of his body. Snape instantly sensed something wasn't right.

"Well, I'll wait for Potter until he gets back then. I have quite a while to do so," Snape said bitterly at the two crouching Muggles.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he saw something snap in the fat man's face as he bolted upstairs leaving his wife, still crouching, shaking in her corner. Snape stood up and saw the fat man opening locks as fast as he could, and Snape knew there was something terribly wrong.

He ran right after the fat man, leaving his wife screaming in panic downstairs. Vernon had run into Harry's room and was now over the boy, slapping him, trying to get him to wake up, while hastily trying to untie the rope from Harry's limp wrists.

Snape got to the top of the stairs and saw a fat, pudgy boy step out of his room and squeak like an injured animal before he ran back into his room at the sight of Snape's wand.

Snape turned and knocked the first closed door open, hardly believing what he was seeing.

"Expellarimus!" Snape screamed, pointing the wand at the man who was hovering over a white lifeless body.

Vernon Dursley was knocked from the bed and into a wall opposite to him, a shelf cracking, falling and hitting him over his head, knocking him out. Snape jumped when he heard a scream from behind him and snapped his head back only to see the skinny, horse-faced woman fall over back into the hallway in her shock. Snape ignored her, turned back around, and suddenly wished he hadn’t.

Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived had his right wrist tied to a bed, along with both his legs, his left wrist hanging limply by his side, his entire bony body covered in cuts and bruises. He looked utterly lifeless, lying there in a pool of his own blood, and Snape saw the crimson red substance dried all over Harry's head and on the sheets. Snape almost lost control of his bodily functions but caught himself just in time as bile began to rise ominously in his throat.

He felt a sudden surge of adrenaline, ran over the boy and without using any magic, tore the remaining ropes off, so Harry was no longer bound to the bed. His right wrist fell limply to his side as well as his legs and Snape began to fear the worst, possibly that the boy had died. He scooped the freezing body in his arms and screamed, "Accio Trunk!" causing Harry's Hogwarts trunk to go flying from a corner of the room and landing next to him.

Snape was flooded full of rage as Vernon began to stir and he screamed when he saw Snape looming over him with a lifeless Harry in his arms.

"What did you do to him?" Snape hissed, his voice full of hate and itching to hurt the fat man in front of him.

The man gaped at Snape and didn't answer, opening his mouth a few times but nothing came out.

"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR MUGGLE INSOLENSE! ANSWER ME!!" Snape screamed.

"I-I beat him and raped him," he heard the fat man mutter, still looking up, terrified, at Snape.

Severus Snape was suddenly reminded of why he joined the Death Eaters in his youth as he pointed his wand at Vernon Dursley and screamed, "CRUCIO!" He watched the man writhe in pain as he turned around and muttered, "Locomotor Trunk." The trunk flew in the air and followed Snape downstairs as he opened the door and walked outside, cursing those disgusting people in his mind.

He was thankful that there was no one on the street as he stepped outside with the limp, cold boy in his arms and with a crack, he Apperated as close as he could to Hogwarts.

***

Once he got there he ran as quickly as he could to the front doors of the castle, which burst open once he got into the front hall. The trunk was still following behind him. Snape knew he had to be quick if Harry was going to live. He continued to sprint up the stairs with the lifeless boy in his arms, the trunk following behind them.

He was on the third floor when he nearly ran into something...or someone. He glanced over quickly and saw it was her, looming through the corridors once again. Her eyes grew wide as she turned around and dashed off in the opposite direction without a word, the only sound her heels clanking violently against the marble floor. For once, Snape ignored her and continued to sprint up the next flight of stairs. It took Snape a minute more before he reached the Hospital Wing, kicking the door open with his left foot.

"POPPY!" he screamed. "Poppy, get out here now!"

He saw the nurse come bolting out, looking startled at the way the man had yelled.

"Severus, what—!"

She stopped in her tracks, staring at the boy Snape held in his arms. Her face turned exceptionally white and she almost fell over from sheer surprise, but forced herself to stay upright. She rushed over to Snape and took the limp boy from his arms and brought him to the nearest bed, pulling the privacy curtains around it quickly.

Snape was gasping for breath as he sat down on the nearest chair and shoved his face in his hands, trying to comprehend what was happening.

Seconds later, Dumbledore bursted into the wing with the girl and Snape looked up, surprised to see him looking frightened.

"Severus what happened to the boy?" he asked the pale man.

Snape looked up into the blue eyes that had lost their sparkle and were now gleaming with worry.

"He was beaten and—" Snape couldn't bring himself to say the second part the muggle had told him.

Dumbledore looked thunderstruck and dumbfounded, and Snape glanced over at the girl examining her scared face. She looked over at Snape briefly, and he saw her black eyes, wide and swimming in tears.

A moment later, there was a gasp from behind the curtain as the nurse pulled it back, her eyes full of tears. Harry's limp body was displayed on a clean bed, complete with spotless white sheets pulled up to his stomach. The dirty bloody ones that had covered Harry were now at a pile next to the bed and looked odd against the gleaming cleanliness of the hospital wing. Dumbledore couldn't help it as he gasped as well, staring at the boy in front of him.

Snape stood up from his chair immediately, not realizing it had gone crashing down behind him.

“Is he alive?” Dumbledore asked softly.

She nodded but despite that news, tears streaming down her face.

"But, he's been violently beaten," she sobbed, nearly choking on the words, as tears continued to roll down her cheeks as of their own accord. "A-And he was terribly raped and sexually abused."

With that, the poor woman nearly fell to the ground, but Dumbledore, with surprising speed and strength for a man his age, pulled her up before she could hit the floor and sat her down on the bed next to Harry's.

"How...how recently had he been raped?" Albus asked quietly, still calming the terrified nurse.

They all saw her suppress another wave of tears as she said brokenly, "It seems t-t-the most recent time was today."

They all stood there, reeling in the shock of the words. Snape tried desperately to absorb what he was hearing but had little avail.

"T-Today?" Snape stammered, stunned.

He couldn't believe those people could do that to Harry. He was starting to feel immensely guiltily about the way he had thought of Harry the past summer; convinced he was getting praise and gifts from his family when all he was getting was raped and beaten. The situation seemed disgustingly ironic. Dumbledore had sent the boy to stay with those people to keep him protected from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and instead the second worse action to death had occurred.

The silence they remained in was broken by the girl, who’s sudden, soft sobs echoed throughout the wing. Snape glanced at her and it became obvious that she was trying to prevent herself from going into hysterics. She looked like a small, sick child at the sight of the boy in front of her—her rimmed glasses suddenly fell off her face and slid to the ground but she did not care as she was to overcome with disgust and grief to actually care.

Snape wanted to go over to comfort her, a little surprised that she was reacting that way (especially since she did not know Harry, but then again, did he?), but Albus brought his arm out to stop the man. Snape stared, confused at the Headmaster, who muttered, "Leave her be." Snape did as he was told, and picked up his chair before sinking back into it despondently.

It was sudden when the nurse walked quickly to the back of the wing into her office without another word. Snape and Dumbledore were left with the girl who’s crying had now escalated into that of hysteria.

"I don't understand why anyone would do such a thing," Snape heard the old man say. His age was showing now, more than ever, as he glanced over at the frail body that was Harry's.

"Look at his wrists," Snape said, gasping as his eyes caught sight of them properly for the first time that morning.

Both men turned around and their eyes grew wide. They didn't see the vicious cut marks Harry had inflicted upon himself, because those were masked by the very black and blue bruises that were covering them.

"My Lord," Dumbledore said, picking up one of Harry's arms and staring at the black skin in front of him. He turned and glanced at Snape who was still in shock at what he saw.

"I'm sure it's on his ankles as well," Snape continued, suddenly recalling something.

Dumbledore put the boy's arm down and stared, confused at Snape.

"They had him tied to a bed," Snape whispered, the memory coming back to him as he shuddered.

Dumbledore's eyes grew wide and both men turned around and glanced at the girl, who at Snape's words, continued to cry louder. She mumbled something to herself as she picked up her glasses and then stumbled out of the wing and into the empty corridor. They could hear her anguished cries echoing down the hallway as she hobbled off, unsure of where she was going.

Snape raised his eyebrows.

"She's hysterical," he said, sounding scared.

"Wouldn't you be if you were her? She's never seen anything like this before...As for you and I, well, we've seen much worse," Dumbledore said quietly, as the nurse had come out of the back office with many potion and medication bottles cradled in her arms.

Poppy put all the bottles on the table nearest Harry and pulled the largest one out from the little group. It was shaped like a wine bottle, but it was blood red and had the words, "Mr. Module’s Blood Replenishing Potion. Take 1 oz. of Potion for every cup of blood lost; should replenish in one to three hours."

Snape stared at the bottle as the nurse took several cups of the potion and opened the boy's mouth, making sure it went smoothly down his throat.

"How much blood did he lose?" Snape asked, startled, staring at the empty bowl the nurse had put the potion in.

She glanced up at both men after she corked the bottle shut, her hands shaking slightly.

"He's lost so much blood I can't even estimate," she said quietly.

"He's going to be alright isn't he?" Dumbledore asked, his fear creeping back into his voice.

The nurse looked down at the boy and then back at the two men.

"Yes...yes. I'm sure his body will heal in time, even though it looks as if he has been physically and sexually abused since the start of the summer holidays—" Snape flinched in a somewhat violent matter when she said that. Since the start of the summer holidays?! He should have killed those Muggles right then and there.

"I can only make guesses on how the boy's mental state is going to be affected—" And then she stopped, tears fighting their way to the surface.

"Poppy—"

"Oh, Albus!" she wailed again, this time grabbing on to the table for support. "He might recover if he ever wakes up. He's in a coma!"

And then with a thud, she fell to the ground, sobbing just like the girl did, leaving Snape and Dumbledore, shocked and stammering in her wake.

TBC.