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Chapter 3: The Rescue
Disclaimer: All characters are property of J.K. Rowling. I’m just having some fun.
WARNING: MENTIONS OF RAPE ARE INCLUDED. EXPLICIT DESCRIPTIONS OF INJURIES.
thoughts
{Parseltongue}
normal speech
Chapter 3: The Rescue
As Voldemort, Lucius, Draco, and Severus were walking to #4 Privet Drive; Severus began to go over some needed information.
“My Lord, Lucius, Draco, we cannot use our wands while in the old fool’s wards,” explained Severus, “He has Detection wards up that detect the use of magic with a wand. We also cannot enter with the intent to hurt or kill the residents.”
“Very well, Severus. I am well-versed in wandless magic, as is Lucius. Make two Portkeys for Riddle Manor now, before we reach the wards. Before we find Har…Aidan, I want you, Lucius, to bind Aidan’s relatives. You and Draco use the Portkeys that Severus is charming and take them to Riddle Manor. I don’t know what we are going to find in this house, but I want to be prepared for the worst. Severus, I need you to help me locate Aidan and get him back to the Manor,” said Voldemort.
Severus handed the newly made Portkeys to Lucius. Not thirty seconds later, the group felt the magic of the wards as they headed toward the front door of #4. Voldemort opened the door with a wave of his hand and a whispered, “Alohomora.”
The four men quietly crept into the house; any sound of their entry covered by incredibly loud snores. Lucius went up the stairs first, followed closely by Draco. Voldemort and Severus stayed downstairs waiting on the signal from Draco that meant his and Lucius’ part of the mission was complete.
Lucius and Draco followed the almost inhumanly loud snores to the Master bedroom. Inside they found the source of the snoring. If Lucius had to describe the man he saw, he would have to compare him to an elephant. The man was HUGE! Lucius and Draco were both beyond disgusted by the Muggle. Next to the man was a woman that was the complete opposite. She was rail thin and looked quite a bit like a starved horse with an excessively long neck. Nicely put, she could be considered homely. But Malfoys were not known for being nice. They thought she was downright ugly.
Lucius quickly sent a wandless Silencing spell toward the couple. This was followed quickly by a wandless, “Petrificus Totalus.” Lucius sneered as the man woke up and started to yell, only to find that he couldn’t speak or move. The man’s face went from an angry violet color to pasty white in under a second. The woman awoke, caught sight of the robed men, and promptly fainted. Lucius sneered again and turned to his son, “Draco, watch these ‘things’ while I go and check the bedroom across the hall.” Draco nodded his head in understanding while brandishing his wand at the couple. He knew that he couldn’t use it, but the filthy Muggles didn’t.
Lucius re-entered the Master bedroom a couple of minutes later with a boy of gigantic proportions floating Silent and Bound behind him. “Draco, I will Portkey those two back to the Manor. Give the signal and then use the other Portkey to bring this ‘boy’ along.”
“Yes, Father,” Draco responded before Lucius disappeared along with the horse and elephant. Draco went to the top of the stairs and gave two short whistles before taking hold of the baby whale and Portkeying back to Riddle Manor.
While Lucius and Draco were busy upstairs, the Dark Lord and Severus were using their time to explore the downstairs. If Severus had not heard the Potter boy’s address from Dumbledore at least ten times, he would almost believe they had the wrong house. There was no sign whatsoever that Potter, no, Riddle, lived here. Severus examined the pictures on the walls in the sitting room while his Lord inspected the rest of the downstairs. The walls were covered in pictures of a boy that greatly resembled a whale, a woman that looked like a starved horse, and a man that could have been mistaken for an elephant. But there was not a single indication that another person lived here. Severus was confused. Wasn’t Potter a spoiled brat whose relatives worshipped the ground he stood on? Severus was beginning to get a very bad feeling about all of this.
“Severus, come here,” Severus heard his Lord whisper. Severus turned to find the Dark Lord standing in front of an opened cupboard under the stairs that was normally used in Muggle households to store extra linens and things of that nature.
“Yes, My Lord,” Severus replied as he silently swept to stand by Voldemort.
“Look and tell me what is wrong with this picture,” Voldemort commanded.
Severus looked into the cupboard and was appalled by what he saw. There was an old, blood-stained mattress on the floor with a thin tattered blanket lying on top. Upon closer inspection, Severus found a shelf that contained a broken pair of glasses, a few odd scraps of paper, and well hidden in the back under a few broken toys was a beat-up old Muggle notebook. Severus reached in the cupboard through the multitude of dust and spider webs and retrieved the notebook. Pulling it out, he glanced at the front. Written on the front of the notebook was Harry Potter written in a child’s hand. Severus opened it and read the first entry:
Hi! My name is Harry Potter. Today wuz my 6th birthday. I stealed this from the bin cuz Dudley didn’t want it no’s more. Unca Vernon gave me my first birthday present ever today. He said that I’s been such a good boy that he wuz goin to give me a present. Unca Vernon only made me count to 10 and then he told me to pull down my pants and turn aroun so I’s could get my present. I didn’t like my present. It hurt so bad. I bleeded all over my bed and Unca Vernon got mad. I hafta go. Aunt Petunia is wanting me to make breakfast. I hope I never gets another present again.
Severus was horrified. He quickly opened the book to another passage towards the end and began reading:
It’s Harry again. I’m so hungry. Last week I brought my grade report home and it was better than Dudley’s. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were SO MAD. Uncle punished me for almost 2 hours. I hurt really badly. I think I may have some broken bones because it hurts to breathe and walk. Then I had to fix supper and I was shaking so I ended up burning part of it. Aunt Petunia told me that I was a worthless freak just like my mum and dad. Uncle Vernon locked me in my cupboard and told me I would get nothing to eat for a week. Later after everyone was asleep, Uncle Vernon came down and did THAT again. I guess I must have passed out from the pain. I hate it here. Mum, Dad, why did you leave me? Can’t I come and stay with you? I’ll be very good and do any chores you want me to? Please, I don’t want to be here anymore. I hurt all the time.
Just as Severus was about to show the notebook to Voldemort, they heard two sharp whistles; Draco’s signal that him and Lucius were done with their part. Severus slipped the notebook into his robes, vowing to show it to his Lord later.
Voldemort and Severus walked up the stairs, not bothering to be quiet now that the other occupants of the house were gone. At the top of the stairs to the left was a door that had at least fifteen different locks on it (all locked) and a crudely cut cat flap at the bottom. Both Voldemort and Severus could feel the magic coming from the person on the other side of the door. Quickly, the Dark Lord unlocked the locks and opened the door. The sight that met them had both men dropping to their knees in shock and gagging from the smell of human feces, urine, sweat, blood, and stale sex.
Voldemort recovered first, stood, and waved his hand muttering, “Lumos.”
The sight that greeted them was worse than the smell. There, in the middle of the room, in a pool of blood, lay Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World. The tiny naked body looked more like a cloth covered skeleton than a sixteen year old boy. Bruises and whip marks littered the body; some only hours old and others weeks old. Blood was seeping from a variety of wounds. Bones were broken. Whole chunks of flesh were missing in places. A mixture of relatively fresh blood and cum covered the teen’s thighs and anus. A whispered groan brought Voldemort and Severus out of their trances.
Using every Occlumency tool they had, Voldemort and Severus pushed back their emotions and rushed to Harry’s side. Emotions wouldn’t help save the teen. Gently Voldemort turned Harry over, while Severus started pulling out potions.
As Harry started to stir, he began panicking when he felt the presence of someone else in his room. “Please, please, no more. Be good. Promise,” Harry rasped out weakly as he struggled to get away from the two dark figures.
Voldemort motioned to Severus to indicate that he should talk. The last thing Harry needed right now was to realize his arch enemy was in the room with him.
“Mr. Potter…Harry, please calm down,” Severus murmured silkily, his voice completely devoid of any hint of malice.
“Prof’ssr Snape?” questioned Harry.
“Yes, Harry. I am here to remove you from this wretched place. First, however, I need you to take these potions. I have a Blood-Replenishing potion to help with the blood loss, a Pain potion for, obviously, the pain, and a Dreamless Sleep potion because, I daresay, you do not want to be awake while you are being relocated,” replied Snape almost kindly. Severus reached out to try and give the potions to Harry, but Harry wouldn’t take them.
“Mr. Potter, I promise you that they are not poisoned. If I wanted to kill you, I would only have to wait a few more hours and your injuries would end your life sufficiently enough,” Severus stated a little irritably.
“No,” refused Harry, “I’ve had…enough. Tell…Dumbledore…find another…Savior. I…quit. Leave…me…alone. Want…to…die. Don’t…wan’…to…go back…to…Dumbledore.”
Severus grabbed the first two potions and forced them down Harry’s throat, who was not strong enough to fight back. Before forcing Harry to take the Dreamless Sleep, he whispered in Harry’s ear, “Then it’s a good thing I’m not taking you to Dumbledore.” Harry’s eyes widened before drifting close as he was dosed with the draught.
Voldemort gently picked up his injured grandson, taking care not to jostle him too much. He marveled at how light the boy was. As Voldemort and Severus left the house heading for the edge of the Anti-Apparation wards, Voldemort asked, “How bad is it, Severus?”
Severus responded, “Bad, My Lord. Honestly, I’m not sure that he will survive. Narcissa can’t heal him by herself. It will take to much energy. We need another healer.”
“Severus, you know that Narcissa is the only person I trust within my Death Eaters to heal my grandson.”
“I know, My Lord, but I have a suggestion. Poppy Pomphrey.”
“The school nurse? Have you lost your mind, Severus? She would lead Dumbledore straight to my Manor,” hissed Voldemort.
“Please, My Lord, let me explain. Poppy is very protective of her charges, and Mr. Potter holds a special place in her heart. And Harry trusts her. I have a feeling that Poppy knew what was happening at this place, but as Mr. Potter is underage, she is under a magical oath to only be able to tell certain people. In Mr. Potter’s case, I would assume those persons to be his ‘family’ and the Headmaster, and I am beginning to think that Dumbledore knows all about the abuse. Please allow me to get Poppy, My Lord. She is Harry’s only chance at survival. Plus, if we bring her into our confidence you may very well gain another Healer in the ranks, as well as another spy within the Order. You know that Dumbledore has never completely trusted me, but no one would suspect Poppy. I know that she would go to Hell and back for Harry. She loves him like a nephew. I will take full responsibility for her.”
“Very well, Severus. Get the nurse and bring her to the Manor immediately. But remember, if she will not keep our secrets and protect my grandson, I will kill her and you will be punished accordingly. Am I understood?”
“Yes, My Lord, and I accept your terms. I will meet you at Riddle Manor presently,” Severus stated as he bowed before Apparating to the Gates of Hogwarts.
As Voldemort Apparated back to Riddle Manor, his thoughts were centered on his grandson and the revenge that he would have on the Dursleys and everyone else involved.
WARNING: MENTIONS OF RAPE ARE INCLUDED. EXPLICIT DESCRIPTIONS OF INJURIES.
thoughts
{Parseltongue}
normal speech
Chapter 3: The Rescue
As Voldemort, Lucius, Draco, and Severus were walking to #4 Privet Drive; Severus began to go over some needed information.
“My Lord, Lucius, Draco, we cannot use our wands while in the old fool’s wards,” explained Severus, “He has Detection wards up that detect the use of magic with a wand. We also cannot enter with the intent to hurt or kill the residents.”
“Very well, Severus. I am well-versed in wandless magic, as is Lucius. Make two Portkeys for Riddle Manor now, before we reach the wards. Before we find Har…Aidan, I want you, Lucius, to bind Aidan’s relatives. You and Draco use the Portkeys that Severus is charming and take them to Riddle Manor. I don’t know what we are going to find in this house, but I want to be prepared for the worst. Severus, I need you to help me locate Aidan and get him back to the Manor,” said Voldemort.
Severus handed the newly made Portkeys to Lucius. Not thirty seconds later, the group felt the magic of the wards as they headed toward the front door of #4. Voldemort opened the door with a wave of his hand and a whispered, “Alohomora.”
The four men quietly crept into the house; any sound of their entry covered by incredibly loud snores. Lucius went up the stairs first, followed closely by Draco. Voldemort and Severus stayed downstairs waiting on the signal from Draco that meant his and Lucius’ part of the mission was complete.
Lucius and Draco followed the almost inhumanly loud snores to the Master bedroom. Inside they found the source of the snoring. If Lucius had to describe the man he saw, he would have to compare him to an elephant. The man was HUGE! Lucius and Draco were both beyond disgusted by the Muggle. Next to the man was a woman that was the complete opposite. She was rail thin and looked quite a bit like a starved horse with an excessively long neck. Nicely put, she could be considered homely. But Malfoys were not known for being nice. They thought she was downright ugly.
Lucius quickly sent a wandless Silencing spell toward the couple. This was followed quickly by a wandless, “Petrificus Totalus.” Lucius sneered as the man woke up and started to yell, only to find that he couldn’t speak or move. The man’s face went from an angry violet color to pasty white in under a second. The woman awoke, caught sight of the robed men, and promptly fainted. Lucius sneered again and turned to his son, “Draco, watch these ‘things’ while I go and check the bedroom across the hall.” Draco nodded his head in understanding while brandishing his wand at the couple. He knew that he couldn’t use it, but the filthy Muggles didn’t.
Lucius re-entered the Master bedroom a couple of minutes later with a boy of gigantic proportions floating Silent and Bound behind him. “Draco, I will Portkey those two back to the Manor. Give the signal and then use the other Portkey to bring this ‘boy’ along.”
“Yes, Father,” Draco responded before Lucius disappeared along with the horse and elephant. Draco went to the top of the stairs and gave two short whistles before taking hold of the baby whale and Portkeying back to Riddle Manor.
While Lucius and Draco were busy upstairs, the Dark Lord and Severus were using their time to explore the downstairs. If Severus had not heard the Potter boy’s address from Dumbledore at least ten times, he would almost believe they had the wrong house. There was no sign whatsoever that Potter, no, Riddle, lived here. Severus examined the pictures on the walls in the sitting room while his Lord inspected the rest of the downstairs. The walls were covered in pictures of a boy that greatly resembled a whale, a woman that looked like a starved horse, and a man that could have been mistaken for an elephant. But there was not a single indication that another person lived here. Severus was confused. Wasn’t Potter a spoiled brat whose relatives worshipped the ground he stood on? Severus was beginning to get a very bad feeling about all of this.
“Severus, come here,” Severus heard his Lord whisper. Severus turned to find the Dark Lord standing in front of an opened cupboard under the stairs that was normally used in Muggle households to store extra linens and things of that nature.
“Yes, My Lord,” Severus replied as he silently swept to stand by Voldemort.
“Look and tell me what is wrong with this picture,” Voldemort commanded.
Severus looked into the cupboard and was appalled by what he saw. There was an old, blood-stained mattress on the floor with a thin tattered blanket lying on top. Upon closer inspection, Severus found a shelf that contained a broken pair of glasses, a few odd scraps of paper, and well hidden in the back under a few broken toys was a beat-up old Muggle notebook. Severus reached in the cupboard through the multitude of dust and spider webs and retrieved the notebook. Pulling it out, he glanced at the front. Written on the front of the notebook was Harry Potter written in a child’s hand. Severus opened it and read the first entry:
Hi! My name is Harry Potter. Today wuz my 6th birthday. I stealed this from the bin cuz Dudley didn’t want it no’s more. Unca Vernon gave me my first birthday present ever today. He said that I’s been such a good boy that he wuz goin to give me a present. Unca Vernon only made me count to 10 and then he told me to pull down my pants and turn aroun so I’s could get my present. I didn’t like my present. It hurt so bad. I bleeded all over my bed and Unca Vernon got mad. I hafta go. Aunt Petunia is wanting me to make breakfast. I hope I never gets another present again.
Severus was horrified. He quickly opened the book to another passage towards the end and began reading:
It’s Harry again. I’m so hungry. Last week I brought my grade report home and it was better than Dudley’s. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were SO MAD. Uncle punished me for almost 2 hours. I hurt really badly. I think I may have some broken bones because it hurts to breathe and walk. Then I had to fix supper and I was shaking so I ended up burning part of it. Aunt Petunia told me that I was a worthless freak just like my mum and dad. Uncle Vernon locked me in my cupboard and told me I would get nothing to eat for a week. Later after everyone was asleep, Uncle Vernon came down and did THAT again. I guess I must have passed out from the pain. I hate it here. Mum, Dad, why did you leave me? Can’t I come and stay with you? I’ll be very good and do any chores you want me to? Please, I don’t want to be here anymore. I hurt all the time.
Just as Severus was about to show the notebook to Voldemort, they heard two sharp whistles; Draco’s signal that him and Lucius were done with their part. Severus slipped the notebook into his robes, vowing to show it to his Lord later.
Voldemort and Severus walked up the stairs, not bothering to be quiet now that the other occupants of the house were gone. At the top of the stairs to the left was a door that had at least fifteen different locks on it (all locked) and a crudely cut cat flap at the bottom. Both Voldemort and Severus could feel the magic coming from the person on the other side of the door. Quickly, the Dark Lord unlocked the locks and opened the door. The sight that met them had both men dropping to their knees in shock and gagging from the smell of human feces, urine, sweat, blood, and stale sex.
Voldemort recovered first, stood, and waved his hand muttering, “Lumos.”
The sight that greeted them was worse than the smell. There, in the middle of the room, in a pool of blood, lay Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World. The tiny naked body looked more like a cloth covered skeleton than a sixteen year old boy. Bruises and whip marks littered the body; some only hours old and others weeks old. Blood was seeping from a variety of wounds. Bones were broken. Whole chunks of flesh were missing in places. A mixture of relatively fresh blood and cum covered the teen’s thighs and anus. A whispered groan brought Voldemort and Severus out of their trances.
Using every Occlumency tool they had, Voldemort and Severus pushed back their emotions and rushed to Harry’s side. Emotions wouldn’t help save the teen. Gently Voldemort turned Harry over, while Severus started pulling out potions.
As Harry started to stir, he began panicking when he felt the presence of someone else in his room. “Please, please, no more. Be good. Promise,” Harry rasped out weakly as he struggled to get away from the two dark figures.
Voldemort motioned to Severus to indicate that he should talk. The last thing Harry needed right now was to realize his arch enemy was in the room with him.
“Mr. Potter…Harry, please calm down,” Severus murmured silkily, his voice completely devoid of any hint of malice.
“Prof’ssr Snape?” questioned Harry.
“Yes, Harry. I am here to remove you from this wretched place. First, however, I need you to take these potions. I have a Blood-Replenishing potion to help with the blood loss, a Pain potion for, obviously, the pain, and a Dreamless Sleep potion because, I daresay, you do not want to be awake while you are being relocated,” replied Snape almost kindly. Severus reached out to try and give the potions to Harry, but Harry wouldn’t take them.
“Mr. Potter, I promise you that they are not poisoned. If I wanted to kill you, I would only have to wait a few more hours and your injuries would end your life sufficiently enough,” Severus stated a little irritably.
“No,” refused Harry, “I’ve had…enough. Tell…Dumbledore…find another…Savior. I…quit. Leave…me…alone. Want…to…die. Don’t…wan’…to…go back…to…Dumbledore.”
Severus grabbed the first two potions and forced them down Harry’s throat, who was not strong enough to fight back. Before forcing Harry to take the Dreamless Sleep, he whispered in Harry’s ear, “Then it’s a good thing I’m not taking you to Dumbledore.” Harry’s eyes widened before drifting close as he was dosed with the draught.
Voldemort gently picked up his injured grandson, taking care not to jostle him too much. He marveled at how light the boy was. As Voldemort and Severus left the house heading for the edge of the Anti-Apparation wards, Voldemort asked, “How bad is it, Severus?”
Severus responded, “Bad, My Lord. Honestly, I’m not sure that he will survive. Narcissa can’t heal him by herself. It will take to much energy. We need another healer.”
“Severus, you know that Narcissa is the only person I trust within my Death Eaters to heal my grandson.”
“I know, My Lord, but I have a suggestion. Poppy Pomphrey.”
“The school nurse? Have you lost your mind, Severus? She would lead Dumbledore straight to my Manor,” hissed Voldemort.
“Please, My Lord, let me explain. Poppy is very protective of her charges, and Mr. Potter holds a special place in her heart. And Harry trusts her. I have a feeling that Poppy knew what was happening at this place, but as Mr. Potter is underage, she is under a magical oath to only be able to tell certain people. In Mr. Potter’s case, I would assume those persons to be his ‘family’ and the Headmaster, and I am beginning to think that Dumbledore knows all about the abuse. Please allow me to get Poppy, My Lord. She is Harry’s only chance at survival. Plus, if we bring her into our confidence you may very well gain another Healer in the ranks, as well as another spy within the Order. You know that Dumbledore has never completely trusted me, but no one would suspect Poppy. I know that she would go to Hell and back for Harry. She loves him like a nephew. I will take full responsibility for her.”
“Very well, Severus. Get the nurse and bring her to the Manor immediately. But remember, if she will not keep our secrets and protect my grandson, I will kill her and you will be punished accordingly. Am I understood?”
“Yes, My Lord, and I accept your terms. I will meet you at Riddle Manor presently,” Severus stated as he bowed before Apparating to the Gates of Hogwarts.
As Voldemort Apparated back to Riddle Manor, his thoughts were centered on his grandson and the revenge that he would have on the Dursleys and everyone else involved.