Pain (Rewritten)

Title: Pain

Disclaimer: don’t own any not getting paid

Warning: Abuse, mention of rape, language, slash, lemon (maybe) a bit of OOCness with the characters.

Pairing: HP/SS

Beta: Thanks to Wingscythe02 for being great patient with me and for the hard work that you do.

A/N: Ok so I am redoing this fan fic… it might take awhile for me to finish this one because at this time I am more working on my other fic Leaving Behind. I will try to work on this though as much as I can… Though it will take longer for I have more ideas of where the other one is going and not really this one… well one with the story.

To the people who have been fallowing this story I am sorry for taking so long on it. Thanks for all the reviews.

His whole body was filled with pain the moment his blurry Uncle stepped into his room. Harry’s mind he was screaming out for help it was in overload with the frantic feelings as his uncle continued trying to beat him death.

The large man was kicking him relentlessly. The first thing he felt was his ribs cracking following by his whole body thumping on the floor towards the wall. In which he put a hole in it with his head. All the time he was thinking that no one was going to be able to save him. He pled silently for the love of his family and friends with so much sorrow that he was feeling. His hope of ever being able to live was very dimming.

As his Uncle kept on beating him and kicking at his body. His breathing was starting to get hard to do due to the broken bones and the immense pain he felt. As his mind was thinking of all this his Uncle was speaking to him.

Pain. So much pain. It filled his very being of whom and what he was at that moment. The pain was intense through out his whole body. He screamed in his mind for mercy. Looking up at the blurry figure of a large man before him. ‘Help me someone… anyone. He is going to kill me…’ he cried over and over in his mind hopelessly. But no one came to his rescue, no one heard his silent pleas for help, for love, for family and friends, for sorrow, and above all hope for life. As he was kicked through the wall he lay against. Kick he felt one of his ribs crack. Kick he felt his body, thump to the floor unmoving. Kick he felt his head crash into the wall behind him. Most of his bones by now where broken and he was having a hard time catching his breath. As the relentless beating went on and on.

“Get up you worthless freak. You’re bleeding all over my floor.” The boy tried in vain to move his battered body but couldn’t. His Uncle picked him up by one of his broken arms and threw him across the room towards the small bed. He hit the side of the bed with a loud crack as his head hit the wooden frame and the boy let out a scream of pain. “You be quite or I’ll make you. Look what you did! There’s a hole in my wall. It’s your entire fault. I knew I should have thrown you out when you came here. No good that’s what you are. Should have drowned you in the first place taking up space in my house that’s what you’re doing. Now you stay quite or I’ll come back up here and make you. If it’s the last thing I do. You hear!?!” With that is Uncle turned and walked out of the room slamming the door behind him and locking the series of locks on the door. You could hear his, Uncle stomping his way down the stairs.

The boy lying on the floor had messy black hair, or would have it had not been caked in his own blood. His eyes where the most startlingly green that had ever been seen on a person but these eyes seemed dimmed of there normal joy and happiness to almost back though his eyes where red around it, where the blood vessels in his eyes had popped from the beating. The boy slowly moved his hand groping the floor searching for a bit of pencil that had been under his bed and he also found a small bit of parchment. He slowly wrote out two words before his whole world went black and then his head hit the floor with a soft thump.

‘Goodbye’
He did not see the owl swoop in from the outside nor did he see it snatch the note up before flying as fast as its wings could carry it.

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Severus loved the summer. There was none of those little brats running all over the place or blowing up potions in his class. The castle was nice a quite just how he like it. Severus sat in his favorite chair by the hearth with a book in one hand and a glass of brandy in the other. ‘Ah summer time I can sit back and relax just me and my potions. No Albus bugging me on a regular basis about something I could really care less about. Most of all no, Potter… spoiled brat just like his dammed arrogant father.’ Severus sneered at the thought of that, Potter child. He sipped his brandy and relaxed into the chair with a sigh before reading on in his book.

He was the only one left at Hogwarts as all of the other teachers where off with family or on a holiday. Albus had left just that morning to spend some time at his family home. He even left, Severus a parting gift of Lemon Drops which, Severus threw away the minute the man left.

Severus was so engrossed in his book the he nearly missed the frantic tapping noises on his window. He got up from where he sat and crossed the room to open the window for the insistent owl. The owl flew in the window as soon as it was opened. ‘That’s Potter’s owl I believe. What is she doing here in the middle of summer? Better not be some stupid dribble of his.’ Severus held out his hand for the note that the owl had clutched in its talons. The owl released the note into his hand but kept flying in impatient cycles around his head clicking its beak and hooting. He looked at it annoyed, ‘if this is some trick of his I swear I will kill him if the Dark Lord doesn’t.’ He looked down at the note in his hands and read. ‘What is this…? ‘Goodbye’?’ He looked at the paper in confusion he turned it over just in case there was something there but there wasn’t. He looked up at the owl that was now flying wildly and screeching loudly. He scowled at her. But noticed something and he grabbed the owl and caught her. She had blood on her tail feathers and her feathers were ruffled.

“How did you get that on you?” She shuddered in his grasp but still hooted loudly at him as though trying to tell him something. He looked back at the note which he had just realized that it was spattered in blood and what appeared to be tears. All too suddenly he let her go and ran out of the room. He flew up the stairs and across the hall wrenched the doors open and set down the dirt path at a sprint. He apperated right outside the gates of Hogwarts to Privet Drive. Setting off at a brisk walk once he landed towards number four. Quickly walking up to the path that led to the door. Taking out his wand and muttered ‘Alohomora’ and the door opened with a soft click. He walked quickly into the house and began to look around from where he stood for any signs of, Potter. If he had not known any better he would swear that Potter had never lived here there was not a single picture of him on the walls in this spotless house.

“What are you doing in my house?” A man roared to the left of him. He looked over to see a very large and purple faced man. The man was glaring at him as thought if he glared at him long enough he would leave. Severus fixed him with a board stare and crossed his arms over his chest still wand in hand.

“I’m looking for one Harry Potter. I am one of his teachers at Hogwarts. You will show me where he is or so Merlin help me I will make you.” Severus says his voiced dropped into a low deadly voice that he was sure the other man could hear when his face began to pale. He gripped his wand tighter in his hand though he did not move his arms out of the crossed position over his chest.

“Now you look here. I will have none of that… that freak stuff in this house. You are not welcome here. Get out before I call the police.” Vernon was shaking in rage though he kept darting quick glances at the wand held in Severus’ hand.

“Oh do Shut Up!” Severus pointed his wand at the still ranting man. With a quick mutter of ‘Silencio’ the man was cut off mid rant. His wife who had been standing behind him gave a small shriek and proceeded to force his mouth open as to try to figure out if she could do anything to bring his voice back. She turned on, Severus after awhile of pointless looking.

“The boy’s up stairs in his room.” She said quickly looking fearful. “Just… just get him and be on your way and don’t bring him back here ever. We don’t want a freak like that in this house.” Severus glared at the word ‘freak’ but he turned on his heel and made his way up the stairs.

Trying to figure out which room was Potter’s proved to be an easy task. As it was the only door firmly shut with locks in place. Whispering a quick ‘Alohomora’ the locks clicked open. Pushed the door opened he gasped at the site that met his eyes. Lying there on the floor was, Harry-Bloody-Potter, The-Boy-Who-Refused-To-Die lying in a pool of his own blood that pored out from the many wounds that were spread across his small broken body. Shaking his head he quickly got to work summing a stretcher to carry the boy… not now a boy anymore, Severus thought to himself, the young man on. Saying a quick summing charm to find, Potter’s belongings, he was surprised when he only ended up with a battered picture book, Potter’s wand, and then his father invisibility cloak. Was this all he had? It couldn’t be so. Severus turned around he was livid now. He walked down the stairs to where the muggles were waiting for them to leave. Potter floating behind him.

“What happed to the rest of Potter’s belongings?” Severus said pointing his wand at the horse faced women and gave his best ‘don’t try me’ glare.

“W-we ha-had th-them b-burned.” She stuttered out. Severus was beyond livid now. He looked into her mind to see if it was really true.

He watched helplessly as the memory passed by his mind. There was Potter taking all his belongings out in to the backyard where he stacked them into a pile. Begging for his Uncle not to do this. Then as his Uncle tied him close to the fire as, Harry started to cry when his, Uncle picked up his Firebolt and snapped it in two before setting the tail end of it on fire and taunting, Harry with it before using it to light the rest which his cousin had just thrown lighter fluid on to. Harry was helpless to do anything but watch as everything he owned went up in a blaze of flames. Vernon and his whale of a son stood there and laughed as they watched the fire and, Harry cried mirth, and hatred in there eyes.

Severus had known that the Firebolt had been the last thing his dead godfather had given him. It was times like these and Muggles like this that reminded, Severus on what he had become a Death Eater in the first place. There was no word to describe the feelings he felt at that moment. Now was not the time to dwell on these feelings, leaving the house but not before he could stop himself from sending a curse there way first.

He thrust his wand in air quickly. With a loud BANG the purple night bus appeared before him.

“Wel-“he was cut off by, Severus pushing past him and into the bus. “Is he alright?”

“What does it look like to you?” Severus snapped back. “He will be if you stop your yammering and get us out of here and to Hogwarts as fast as you can before he DIES!” He snarled at the other man. The bus took off with another BANG hurtling done the streets and villages and past cars and even over cars at times. Making building jump out of the way and they sped up even more not stopping until they got to Hogwarts. Severus thrusted money at them before taking off at a run into the school.

Heading for his rooms because, Madam Pomfrey was not here for the summer so it would be up to him at this time to nurse Potter back to the living until he could get a hold of, Albus and, Pomfrey. Grabbing as many healing potions as was wise to give a person after he had settled, Potter down on his bed he started to force them down the young man’s throat along with a strong sleeping aid. For it would hurt once all the bones started to heal themselves and popping back into place. He cast a cleaning charm to clean all the dirt, grim, and blood that was caked onto him. Though it almost seemed not to help for the young mans skin was black and blue and in some spots greenish brown. He stopped for the moment and just looked really looked at the man before him and the state he was in. ‘I was so wrong about Potter. He’s not a brat at all. Just unloved and uncared for. So much like myself…’ Severus stopped his thinking right there it was no good to dwell up the past. He shook himself out of the thoughts and walked towards to floo to get a hold of Albus.