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No one Comes When You cry	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 10460 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I do not own any of the characters or places from the Harry Potter books or films. They all belong to J.K. Rowling. All that is mine is Sky, the houses in the wall and the plot. Oh, and the wand is mine too. I am not making any money from the writing of this story.

No One Comes When You Cry

Thanks go to pittwitch, who�s skills as my beta make this story readable.

Chapter 1 Rags

�Come on Albus, you do not really believe this �this��idiocy!�

The tall, dark haired, dark eyed man paced repeatedly in the headmasters office at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.
�No, Severus, I cannot be sure but, there is only one way to find out for certain.�
Severus Snape slumped down into the chair in front of the Headmaster�s desk.
�Why do I have to be the one? Why don�t you send Lupin or Black? Arthur, Shacklebolt? I am sure any one of the Order would be willing to oblige.� said Severus sarcastically. �Gods, don�t I have enough on my plate already.� The potions master thought to himself.
�Severus, this is a very delicate matter and must be carried out with the utmost secrecy. It would not do to raise peoples� hopes. Atleast not yet.�

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There was only a narrow shaft of moonlight coming through the small grill at the top of the cellar wall. It glowed palely down towards the bundle of rags in the opposite corner. A bundle of rags that would occasionally tremble a little with the chill. The cellar was cold and damp, the walls slimy and the floor was covered in filth. The shit and piss were mostly in the opposite corner from where the bundle of rags lay, but over time it had begun to spread across the already grimy floor.
The rags didn�t notice. The rags didn�t care. The rags could not smell the atrocious stench that permeated the dingy room. The rags themselves reeked much the same. The rags did not know any difference. It had been in this cellar for years. The rags didn�t know how long they had been there. This was just how it was. Each, day a hand would appear at the doorway and push in a tray with some stale bread and water. Twice a week, it would include a piece of hard mouldy cheese or a meat bone. Once a week, a watery gruel would be given in addition to the bread and water. Each meal would have to be rationed out to last the day.
Except on gruel days, the rags would always eat that straight away, as it knew later on it would not be able to eat. Gruel day was beating day. Around sundown, someone would come and open the cellar door and unlock the chains from the shackles around its ankles. The one that came would always had its nose and mouth covered to protect against the stench. The rags never even saw its face. The faceless being would grunt at the rags to get to its feet and hurry up. �Move it �Ugly Git�, NOW� was the usual remark. The rags didn�t argue or answer back.

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Severus stalked back to his dungeon rooms. It was the first day of the summer holidays and he had been looking forward to relaxing for a few days before he began working on some new potions with which he wanted to experiment. But no, Albus �bloody pain in the arse� Dumbledore had other ideas. Of course, Albus would be away enjoying himself on some exotic beach with Minerva MacGonagall, Pomona Sprout and Fillius Flitwick. All the faculty had somewhere to be except for Severus. So Albus �meddling not giving me a moment�s peace� Dumbledor decided that Severus would be the best person for this �Chore�.
Severus picked up a small leather satchel that contained an assortment of potions and salves. He reduced it and put it in his pocket, retrieved his cloak from his bedroom and left his rooms, warding them securely. He walked to the castle gates, took the wards down, unlocked them, went through and locked them again. The wards came back into force automatically once the gates were locked. Severus gave a deep sigh and with a �pop� he apperated.

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The rags began to stir as a glint of sunlight shone down on it. Slowly, it moved enough to try and crawl out of its corner, ignoring the pain in its back and legs, so that it could go and empty its bladder in the far corner of the cell. When it finished it looked towards the shaft of light and knew that something was wrong.
It was late in the day. No food shoved in the door. Last night had been a �beating� night but it didn�t usually make any difference to the small routine here. It listened for the faint sounds from above that could normally be heard during the course of the day. Muffled voices, scrapes and thuds, the clatter of footsteps. None of these could be heard.

Three more moons passed and nothing changed. The rags didn�t get up to relieve itself any more. No food or water meant there was nothing from which to relieve itself. So it lay in the corner, barely conscious, too weak to feel hunger any more.

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�Pop�
Severus appeared near a group of trees near a large run down building. There was a sign near the front door hanging on by a single screw at one side so it hung lopsided. He couldn�t read it as it was so faded with age.

The place looked as if it had been deserted for quite a while now.

�Did Albus really expect him to find anything here?� Severus thought it unlikely but, he knew he would have to check the place out so that he could tell he old man what a waste of his time it had been. Severus was pissed off and moody.
The main door to the building was boarded up. He could easily open it with a wave of his hand, but he wanted to take a look around the outside first; to give himself an idea of the size and layout of the place. It may be decrepit looking now but Severus knew that it would once have been a very impressive place, if gloomy. He walked round the side and towards the back, keeping close to the wall, stopping occasionally to look around.

Just as he came to the rear of the building, he paused again.
�Gods, where the hell is that smell coming from�. Severus looked around for an open drain somewhere. The last thing he wanted to do was to fall down some open bloody cesspit. Following the smell with his sensitive nose, he discovered that it was coming from one of the small grills at the bottom of the building, just barely above ground level. Shrugging his shoulders, he carried on. �Some animal must have got itself locked in there and died.� he thought. When he came upon a door at the rear that was not boarded up he waved his hand at it and turned the handle.
Inside was dim but not so dark that he could not see. A fine layer of dust covered everything, but it looked as if someone had been here up until a few days ago. He could not detect any magical signature so it was definitely muggle.

After a thorough search of all the rooms, starting at the top and working his way down , Severus found no sign of anyone still living here. He knew it would be this way. �Why do I always give in to the old fool� he mused. �I could be relaxing now with a nice cold drink and a good book�. He finished searching through the ground floor and was ready to leave when he noticed a door that eluded him before in his search. Walking over, he began to smell that gods awful stench that he came across outside. �Perhaps I should just go back to Hogwarts, who knows what manner of dead rotting creature is down there�. Severus certainly didn�t want to find out. It was of no concern to him. Still, something told him he should still check it out. Oh but the stench that was coming from that doorway was too much.
He pulled his wand out of his sleeve and waved it round his head muttering a spell so that he would at least be able to breath clean air once he passed through the door. If the reek got any stronger he thought he might throw up.
On opening the door he found a stairway leading down to a cellar. It was dark down here and no torches flared to life as in the wizarding world, so Severus held his wand in front of him and said �Lumos�. Making his way down the steps, Severus could still smell something. �It must be strong if its getting through to me still� he thought. �What the bloody hell was it?� At the bottom of the steps, there was a corridor with two doors at each side. The first two opened onto cupboards, the third was a large room. It looked like it had been used for storage and there were still a few crates and boxes in there, as well as filing cabinets and shelves along one wall full of boxes of old files.
Severus turned and went to the last door. It was not locked but he knew now that this was where that horrible stench was coming from. Not sure what he would find inside, he opened the door slowly, keeping his wand tightly gripped and ready for use.
Being a �Death Eater� and a spy for the �Order of the Phoenix�, nothing much shocked Severus, but what he discovered in that room shocked him to the core. It seemed that the terrible smell mostly came from the pile of what looked like shit in the left hand corner of the room. Although the pile of rags at the opposite side of the room smelt just as bad.
Severus turned to leave the stinking hole and was about to step out of the door when the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. He�d heard a noise, a moan perhaps, he wasn�t sure. His head whipped round, carefully scanning the room again, nothing. Thinking he must have imagined it, he was just berating himself for a fool when he heard it again. A moan, whisper quiet, but a moan none the less. And it was coming from that pile of rags.
Severus looked more closely, his wand held in front of him. �Shit� the damned thing moved. Severus sent a �Stupify� at the pile of rags and it became still and quiet. He wasn�t taking any chances. Stepping up to the bundle of rags, Severus levitated the tattered blanket �at least he thought it was a blanket� off the bundle, expecting to see a stray dog, cat or some such thing. What he found truly did shock him down to the core of his being. It looked almost human.
�What the fuck�.. NO! This cannot be� He said out loud. But the more he stared at the monstrosity that was in front of him the more he realised that yes, it was, in fact, human.
Albus told him he was to collect a child from this place, a possible new hope for the wizarding world. �Ha! What crap!�
This was not what he expected to find. There must be some mistake. �Why was it here, like this, in this state, more dead then alive, more animal then human?�

Pointing his wand at the �thing� again he said �Enervate�. He? She? It, stirred a little. Opening his satchel and rummaging through the contents, he pulled out a few bottles and examined them to make sure they were what he needed.
First was a pepper up, followed by a nourishment and then a blood replenishment potion. Severus repeated the enervate spell and the �thing� stirred again, but only slightly. Forcing himself to lean over �it�, he poured a few drops from each bottle into its mouth, added a stasis spell to keep it alive and muttered �Mobilicorpus�.
The �thing� rose from the floor and Severus waived his wand towards the door so that it would pass through. Only it didn�t. It stopped short about a foot short of the door. Severus waived his wand again but the �thing� just jerked and would move no further.
�Why the hell wouldn�t it move?�
He moved a little closer to it and noticed a chain hanging down from somewhere around the middle of the bundle and over to the edge of the room where it fastened to an iron ring embedded into the wall.

�Shite� he muttered. Another incantation, the chain dissolved to nothing and he was able to float the �thing� out and up the stairs.
Manoeuvring it back through the back hall and out of the back door into daylight Severus lowered it to the ground and removed the blanket from the �thing�.
It had a head, arms and legs poking out from more rags that wrapped around its body. It was stick thin and its limbs were like twigs.

He remembered seeing pictures taken of POW�s during the last muggle war and they looked much the same as the �thing� in front of him now.

He hoped against hope that Albus knew what he was doing.

Picking up a pebble from the ground, Severus �transfigured� it into a stretcher, put the �thing� onto it, grabbed a corner of the stretcher rather than touch the �thing� itself, and apperated back to Hogwarts.

TBC

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