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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 skill as my beta make this story readable.

Chapter 2 Stuck with You

Severus quickly unwarded the gates and stepped through with �Thing� as he thought of it, drifting along behind him. On entering the castle, he immediately headed for the stone gargoyle that led to the Headmaster�s office and muttered �jelly-figs.�
�What the hell are jelly-figs?� He wondered.
The gargoyle didn�t move. Instead, it told Severus that the Headmaster already left for his holiday and would Severus please look after whatever it was he sent him to collect.
Severus glared at the gargoyle. He fumed. �How bloody dare he? Well he was NOT looking after �it�.

�It can bloody well go to the infirmary.� He grumbled. �Let Poppy take care of it. I am not a damned nursemaid.�
Severus took the thing back into the main hall and stepped into the floo. �Infirmary!� He bellowed and stepped out to see rows of beds all stripped and under a �stasis� spell to keep them clean for the summer.
�POPPY!� He shouted. There was no answer. �POPPY!� He shouted again. �Where is the infernal woman?� He muttered to no one in particular. After depositing the stretcher onto one of the beds, he stalked up to Poppy�s office, only to find a note hovering in the doorway, just on a level with his face. Opening the letter, he found it was for him.

Dear Severus

I have gone to visit my sister and shall be back a week before term begins. As you requested I have left you a list of potions needed to restock the infirmary. It is on my desk. Do try and get out during this holiday dear. It is not good for you to spend all of your time in those infernal dungeons.
Poppy

�I don�t bloody believe this.�
Severus had enough. Marching over to the fireplace, he aimed his wand at it and said �Incendio� then he took some floo powder from the pot on the mantle shelf and threw it into the flames.
As soon as they turned green he called down to the kitchens for a house elf. Immediately one appeared. He began to bark orders to the cowering creature. After telling the elf to have a meal sent to his quarters in half an hour, he then proceeded to send for several more elf�s and gave instructions to have them see to the �thing� on the bed behind him.
They were to clean it up, and, using their own unique brand of elf magic, keep it alive and provide some nourishment. �Nothing more then a couple of teaspoons of weak oatmeal. Otherwise you will make it sick.� He told them and left to go to his rooms.
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The rags were unsure what was happening. It knew something was. Its blanket was pulled off and it could hear someone. Something wet was put into it� mouth and it swallowed greedily. Then it felt as if it were floating. The chains at its ankles pulled hard and it hurt. Then it was moving. It was sure of it. A voice, a deep voice was saying something. Then there was light. Lots of light and it hurt. The rags could feel itself being put onto something and then nothing.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>On entering, he went straight to his bathroom, undressed, threw his clothes in the hamper and stepped into the shower. Turning the water up as hot as he could stand it, he began to wash away the reek that seemed to permeate through his robes and into his skin.
Once he felt clean again, he stepped out, dried himself with a wave of his wand and went to his bedroom to put on some clean clothes. After pulling on some clean boxers, t-shirt and a pair of loose slacks, he went into his study and poured himself a large glass of fire whisky. Heading to his favourite armchair and sitting down, he lit the fire, took a large swallow of his drink and sat back to relax.
A moment later a house elf appeared with a tray of food. The elf placed the food on a small side table next to Severus� chair and turned to Severus.
�Will Sir be wanting anything else?�

�No not for the moment, but I want to be kept informed as to the progress of that thing upstairs.� �Is it awake yet?�
�Yes master, but only just. The young miss has been ill treated for the longest of times. It will be a while before yous can be talking to her master. Spin is seeing to her now. Spin is good with the sick and is the bestest for healing hurts. Although there is problems with the bands on the ankles, Master. And her back is being bad too. She is having a bad infections, Master.�

Severus scowled at the elf. He hadn�t really looked that closely at the �thing�. He knew he should have but he just wanted to keep it alive long enough to get it back to Albus and out of his hands. He honestly didn�t think that it would take much more then regular meals and a few healing and nourishment potions to bring the child back to full health again.

He dismissed the elf and decided he would have to go up and check on it�.her, after he had eaten of course. Though why he had to be saddled with the bloody little brat, he did not know.

Feeling more relaxed now that he was clean and fed, Severus flooed to the infirmary. The smallest elf Severus had ever seen came toddling up to him and bowed.
�Good evening master, I is Spin, I is honoured to be looking after you little girl�.
�She is not MY little girl� he growled.
The elf�s ears flattened down as she backed away. She�d heard from the other elves at Hogwarts all about the angry, grumpy potions master and did not want to get on the bad side of him. Elves were not mistreated at Hogwarts, but rumour had it that the Potions Master had a violent temper and she didn�t want to be on the receiving end of it �thank you very much.�
Severus walked over to the bed where the girl lay. He was pleased that the stench had gone and he could at least see that she was in fact, human. Even if she did not have any hair.
�I have been told that there seems to be some problem with bands and some wounds on its back.�
�Oh master, it�s is bad what has been done to the poor miss, I is showing you, yes?�

Spin pulled back the covers at the bottom of the bed.
Severus went pale when he looked down at its legs. In all his years as a deatheater and a spy, he had seen victims of torture and extreme violence but, he had never seen anyone left in this condition who was still alive.

The manacles that had been attached to its/her ankles had been in place so long that they were embedded. The skin had grown around them for the most part. The flesh was a most disgusting colour as it festered, pus oozing from the places where the rusty iron manacles were visible.
�Is more master�. Spin raised her hands and the girl on the bed slowly lifted into the air and as Spin twirled a finger the girl turned over and slowly moved back down to lay on her front.
All across the girl�s shoulders, back, buttocks and thighs were numerous lacerations, old, very old and recent, very recent. The child was also so thin that she looked more skeletal then anything he had ever seen before now. Her limbs were like sticks and looked as if they might easily snap if a draught happened to pass over them. The skin was taut over her bones. He�d seen cadavers that looked healthier than this child. Severus knew it was going to take more that just elf magic, powerful as it was, to help the pitiful, loathsome creature that lay before him.

�Spin. You are going to have to assist me.� he said, looking down at the elf. �You shall not be mistreated. Regardless of the rumours that circulate around here, I do not kick houselves or use them in potions as you have been led to believe.�
Spin looked at Severus, then to the girl lying on the bed. A big grin appeared on her face as she turned to him. �Master, I woulds be honoured to works with you�.
Severus called for another elf and gave him instructions as to how he wanted the small room in his laboratory set up. He did not intend to go back and forth to the infirmary. If he and Spin were to help this girl then it would be a hell of a lot easier if she were down in the dungeons with him.
Severus had his own personal laboratory down there with a full complement of equipment, potions and ingredients. Instructing Spin to bring the girl down as soon as the room was ready, he left.
He made mental notes to himself as to what needed to be done. The iron manacles would be the first thing with which they would have to deal. Then, they could treat the lacerations from the numerous beatings that she must have endured over many years.
Severus had felt the sting of the whip many time in his service to the Dark Lord but even he had less scars then she did.

�Why the fuck wasn�t Albus here. Severus went over to his desk and wrote a letter to Albus demanding that he come home and see to his new charge, calling for Spartan, his owl. Spartan was a beautiful and rather large black owl that Severus had owned for several years. He could be relied upon to always find whoever he was sent to find and Severus spoiled him. He gave the scroll to the bird and told it to �peck Albus� bloody hand off if he did not respond straight away.�
Spartan left and Severus headed off to his store cupboard to collect what he would need for the removal of the manacles. Taking a pair of muggle style latex gloves, he pulled them over his long finger and snapped them over his wrists. Spin had lain the girl on his now cleared workbench and he picked up a scalpel and began to cut away at the infected flesh around the ankle nearest to him. The smell that emitted from the wounds was putrid and Severus almost gagged.
Spin held the girl�s leg in the air so Severus could work on the back of the ankle without the need to turn her over. Once he cut away all the infected skin, he used his wand to remove the first manacle.
It was just as well the girl had been given a strong dose of dreamless sleep potion otherwise she would have been screaming her head off by now. Where the manacle had been, Severus and Spin could see bone.

He rested her leg on a thick towel that Spin placed there ready and poured a clear liquid over the wound. The wound sizzled like sausages in a frying pan, eating away the infection and leaving a raw and bloody, but clean wound.
Picking up a jar he removed the lid and with his fingers he scooped out a good dollop of yellow salve. This, he plastered all around her ankle. Spin then took over and dressed the ankle as Severus removed his gloves, sterilized his equipment and put on a clean pair of gloves. He move to the other side of the table and repeated the whole process on the other leg.
Once done, Spin turned the girl over and removed the sheet so that Severus could begin on her back. �What is this?� He asked, noticing for the first time a thin metal band around the girl�s neck.
�It was there when you is bringing her Sir. It is not coming off. It is having a black stone at the front of it but I is not knowing what kind.�
He decided to leave it for now and concentrate on her back. �The trinket will need to come off soon. When she takes the potions to heal and nourish her, the chain will become too tight and choke her.�

She had already been cleaned but Severus still poured several bottles of his own antiseptic solution over her. Starting from her shoulders and working down to the backs of her knees. This was followed by the sizzling clear fluid that he used on her ankles. He used two large pots of the yellow salve on her lash wounds before he was satisfied enough to let Spin dress her wounds.
He applied more salve to her arms and sides, places where the lash obviously strayed. By the time they finished, Severus thought she looked like an Egyptian Mummy with all the dressings. All she needed was a Sarcophagus.
While Severus cleaned his workspace and utensils, Spin levitated the girl off the counter and through a door set in the side of the opposite wall.

It was a tiny room, there was space for a single bed, a small table at the side of it and a hard wooden chair. It was really one of Severus� storage cupboards but he had plenty so he felt he could spare this one, for the moment anyway.
As soon as Albus returned this evening or tomorrow morning, he would have him take her elsewhere. Spin held the girl�s head as Severus poured several healing potions down her throat. Placing a rack of potions on the small table, he told Spin. �The green one, healing potion, is to be administered every three hours. Blue, nourishment potion, every two. The salve, apply liberally every four and a half hours, to be rubbed in anti clockwise.�
He looked back at the girl for a moment and muttered something. Another jar came sailing through the door and into his hand. �Work this into her scalp now, and again in a couple of hours. And remove that thing from her neck first.�
Severus leaned over to look at the unusual stone attached to the band around the girl�s neck. The band appeared to be gold and fitted snugly but not in a way that would yet choke her. The stone was a dark grey in colour and not one that Severus recognised.
�It has changed Sir. It is a black stone when you bringed her but it is changing.
�How unusual?� He commented. Placing a finger under the chain, he gave a small tug.
�Ow.� It burned his finger. �Just make sure you remove it.� He reminded Spin. Then he left her in the elf�s care and retired to his rooms.
Without giving the girl another thought, he relaxed back into his armchair with a fresh firewiskey and his book. The following morning after he showered and dressed, he was eating his breakfast and reading the day�s edition of the Daily Prophet when Spin appeared.
�Master, girl is waking. Is you wishing to see her?�
�No I don�t. Go tell Albus. He can see to her now.�
�Headmaster is not here, Sir. Only yous is.�
�Bloody Hell.� He muttered. �Fine. But not until I finish my breakfast.�
�Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.� Spin bowed and winked out.
Severus made sure to take his time and had an extra cup of coffee before he entered his lab and made his way to the cupboard where the girl was.
He opened the door to dim lights and could barely make out the small huddled shape on the bed before him. With a wave of his hand, the torches flared brighter and a moan came from the bed as a pair of arms came up over the girl�s eyes. Severus lowered the light slightly and the arms lowered.
He stepped up to the side of the bed and the girl scuttled as far into the wall as she could get. She wrapped her arms around her knees and her head was lowered. He could see that his potions did their job. Whereas before she had nothing but a few wisps of down on her scalp, now she had a head full of lustrous hair the colour of ripened wheat. It fell in soft waves around her, the ends reaching the bedcovers. Her arms filled out to what could almost be considered normal, which meant that the rest of her should be the same. She was well developed too, her breasts were full and large. Severus Snape was not a Master of potions for nothing.
�Sit up girl.� He barked.
She jumped slightly at his voice, put her legs out in front of her and rested her hands on the bed beside her. She still kept her head lowered but he was not concerned with that for the moment. Sitting on the chair beside the bed he took hold of her leg so he could remove the dressing and look at her ankle.
She flinched noticeably and he tightened his grip. His eyes flicked to her hands as he removed the bandage. Her fingers curled into tight fists around the covers.
�Relax you stupid girl. I only wish to examine your wounds.� He remarked.
She kept her grip on the covers and he ignored it as the last of the dressing fell away. The ankle was almost healed. His potions filled out her body and limbs and where the manacle had been there was now a pale band of new skin that by the end of today would look the same as the rest of her leg.
He examined the other leg and was pleased with the results, throwing the dressings into the bin he decided not to replace them. �Stand up.�
The girl moved to the edge of the bed and stood in front of him, her head still lowered. She had on a long white cotton nightie. He assumed Spin must have provided it for her but he needed to see the condition of her back.
�Remove your gown and turn round.�
The girl did not argue. The voice that barked orders at her was not one to be ignored.
As she pulled the gown over her head Severus wished he�d told her to turn before removing it. She had no knickers on. The taut skinned skeleton he brought back with him was now a full figured very shapely young woman.
�Bloody hell.� He thought.
Then the girl did something he found strange. She sidestepped him and walked to the wall, facing it she raised her hands above her head and placed her palms flat against the stonework, feet slightly apart.
As she stood, unmoving, it dawned on Severus that she was waiting for him to beat her. That was after all, the reason her back was in such a state.
�I have no wish to hurt you girl, merely to see if your wounds have healed. Now come here and let me examine you.� He allowed his voice to come a little softer this time, but not too soft. He was still not happy about the fact that Albus lumbered him with this situation.
She turned and moved toward him, stopping when she reached his side.

Impatiently, he grabbed her upper arm and turned her to face away from him. His fingers carefully moved along her shoulders and back. Some of the scars were healed completely, but some would remain no matter what he did. Even a Potions Master of his calibre had his limitations. He pressed his hand between her shoulder blades so she was forced to bend and rest her hands on the bed while he examined her buttocks and the back of her thighs. As soon as he did so he wished he hadn�t.
The sight of those full cheeks staring at him from beneath his fingers caused some of the blood to rush from his head and into his groin. It did not help that her legs were slightly parted and from his now seated position he had a bird�s eye view of her pussy. Of course, his eyes lingered there for a moment or two longer then they should have. He was a full blooded male after all, with the same urges as any other male. And of course he needed to make sure that the ends of the whip had not strayed and caught certain parts of her anatomy that were more sensitive than most.
Placing his knees between her thighs to keep her legs open he parted her cheeks, the little pink pucker hole staring at him. His fingers traced the faint markings still left by the whip and a fingertip slid down her crack and inside her hole. It was tight and he had to push to get it in The girl couldn�t help but try to move away from the intrusion but he held onto her hip and wriggled his finger around for a moment, just to make sure there was nothing untoward in there.
Using his foot, he kicked her feet further apart so he could examine lower down. Leaving his finger where it was he used his other hand to part her nether lips. He could smell her. She smelled young and clean and fresh and he wanted to lower his head and taste her. Instead, he slipped a finger into her pussy and she jumped slightly. Adding another he moved them about and pushed a little deeper until he felt her barrier. She was still a virgin. After adding a third, which was difficult since she was so tight, he mashed his thumb against her clit. He liked the sound of the small gasp that came from her. He rubbed her clit a few times as his fingers invaded both her holes. Suddenly, realising what he was doing, he removed his hands from her and stood, quickly making his way to the door.

�You may get dressed.� He told her as he left the room, closed the door and went back to his office. The tent in his trousers now quite noticeable.
�Spin.�
The little elf appeared before him. �Yes Sir?�
�Find her some proper clothes to wear. She may as well be dressed when the Headmaster arrives this morning.�
�Yes Sir. Spin is doing that right away Spin is.� She winked out with a little pop.
An hour later, Severus paced in his office. Albus had still not arrived to take the girl off his hands. He started at a tapping on his window and looked up to see Spartan waiting to be let in. Yanking the window open, he allowed the bird to settle on the edge of his desk and took the missive from its leg.
�There is some bacon on the table Spartan, help yourself.�

�Dear Severus.

Well done on finding the child. I am certain that he will thrive admirably in your tender care. We shall be returning a week before term starts. I would be most grateful if you would ensure he has the necessary supplies, uniform, wand, cauldron, books etc. You may charge your expenses to the Hogwarts benevolent fund.

I have every faith in you.
Albus Dumbledore.

Severus was so angry the letter burst into flames in his hand and he let it go quickly before he was burned. He stalked from room to room slamming doors and ranting and raving about what a �Shite Arse� Albus �Fucking� Dumbledore was and how unfair it was that he should be saddled with the little runt in his cupboard when the rest of the staff were all off enjoying themselves. Even bloody Trellawny was off at some dammed retreat somewhere.
Absolutely furious, he stalked back into his office to find the main object of his infuriation standing there, studying her clothes and running one hand over the fabric as a fingertip rubbed small circles on the front of the stone around her neck.
�What do you want?� He shouted.
The girl jumped and turned to head back to the entrance to his private lab.
�How dare you walk away from me? I asked you a question.�
She froze and turned back to him, her head, as always, lowered. She was dressed in a mismatch of clothing, most of it hanging from her small frame as it was several sizes too big.
He stood beside his desk and looked at her. She looked a sight. �What is your name?� His voice was still raised in anger. When she merely mumbled something he, was not pleased.
Severus folded his arms and his eyes narrowed. �Look at me when I speak to you girl.�
But the girl was terrified. Looking meant beatings, head down, eyes floor. That was the safest way; disobey order, beatings. She didn�t know what to do so instead she looked at his chest, hoping that was okay.
�I said look at me. That does not mean somewhere in the middle.�
Cringing, she lifted her face and stared at his nose. Severus saw a pair of wide staring eyes the colour of midnight. They were the darkest blue he had ever seen.
�Now, when I ask you a question you will answer clearly. You shall not mumble. Once again, what is your name?�
�Fucking Ugly Git.� She told him quietly.
Severus was convinced he heard her wrong. She could not possibly have said what he thought she had. He took a step towards her and she took two steps back. Another step forward and she took another two back. He stopped. She stopped.
�Your name. And look at me when I speak to you.�
The girl finally raised her eyes to meet his. �Fucking Ugly Git.� She said to him again.
Severus was livid. How dare she call him that? He killed grown men for lesser insults. He stepped closer to her, rage and disbelief on his face. The girl stepped back again but found herself trapped against the wall behind her.
�I shall ask you one last time girl and woe betide you if you try to insult me again. Tell me your name.� His words were slow and dangerous.
Once again she repeated herself, her eyes locked onto his like a deer in headlights. �Fucking Ugly Git.�
Severus� rage was already at an all time high when he entered his office, but this girl just took him over the summit and his hand flew from his side to connect with the side of her face.
The force of the blow sent her reeling sideways and onto the floor. The Potions Master stared at the offending hand as if it just acted of its own will. Never in his life had he struck a student in his care. In fact, he never struck a child before, much as he hated them. For the first time in his life, Severus Snape felt a pang of guilt. It did not last however. As far as he was concerned, she should never have insulted him the way she had. Severus knew he was far from handsome, knew the names the other students called him behind his back. But no one ever dared insult him to his face before now.
�Get up and come here.� He hissed.
She struggled to her feet and dragged her feet as she approached him. She knew she shouldn�t have looked him in the face. She just knew it. But he demanded that she did and she got a hiding for doing so.

She stood before him trembling, her eyes back to the floor, waiting to find out what he would do to her next. The girl didn�t cry. There was no point. No one comes when you cry.
Severus could see she was trembling violently. He curled his fingers around her chin so he could lift her face and see what damage he had done.
Already the whole left side of her face was turning purple, her eye was half closed and a trickle of blood ran down from her lip. To give her some credit though she was not blubbering. He could not stand blubbering females.
�For goodness sake girl just tell me your name and then I shall get you something for that bruising. I am Professor Snape. You are?�
Lifting a badly shaking hand she lay her fingertips on his chest. �Fessor Snape.� She whispered before bringing those same fingers to her own chest. �Fucking Ugly Git.� She repeated her action. Fingertips to his chest. �Fessor Snape. Hand to her own chest. �Fucking Ugly Git.�
Severus let his hand fall down by his side and turned away from her appalled. He finally understood what she was telling him and it made him sick to the stomach.
Fucking Ugly Git� was what she believed her name to be.
�Merlin what have I done?� He wondered aloud. Turning back to her he lifted her chin again. �Come.� His voice softened somewhat as he led her into the lab. He opened a cabinet and removed a small green bottle. �Drink this.� He removed the stopper and passed her the bottle.
The girl downed it greedily, hungrily, and soon the pain in her face abated and the bruising faded to nothing. He led her back to his office and told her to sit down. She did, on the floor. He took her arm, stood her up and backed her to the chair in front of his desk before standing in front of it himself and propping his backside on the edge of the desk.
�Now look at me.� He told her. �I shall not strike you again.�
She lifted her eyes to his once more, though the terror in them was still evident. �The name you have given me is not your proper name. Do you have another? One that does not consist of expletives?�
When all he received was an expression of confusion from her, he sighed. He could not keep calling her �girl� and the alternative was definitely out of the question. So it was up to him to think of a name for her.
Standing upright, his hands clasped behind his back, he paced a circle around her shaking form as he pondered. Smirking to himself as names such as �Bones�, and �Twig� came into his head. Only she did not look like a twig any more. With the help of his potions, she filled out and now looked as she would have had she grown up with proper nourishment.
His mind strayed to the view she presented him with when he examined her back earlier and he felt a throb in his loins. This annoyed him and he returned his mind to the task in hand. �A name. Why the hell could he not think of a name?�
After his fifth lap around the terrified girl, he lifted her chin once more and looked into those blue eyes; eyes the blue of a midnight sky. �Sky. You shall be named Sky. Until of course the Headmaster decides to show his face and discover your true name.�
Letting go of her chin he repeated the question he asked of her previously. �What is your name?� The girl stared once more at his nose, her finger still tracing circles on the stone. �Sky Fessor.�
�Good. That is one problem out of the way. How old are you Sky?�
�Don�t know Fessor?� She screwed her eyes up waiting for the blow.
�I am not going to strike you, silly girl. Now open your eyes. What do you know about yourself?�
Sky stared at him for a moment before dropping her eyes to the floor again. �What did she know of herself? Not much, if anything.�
�Nothing Fessor.�
That was not the answer he expected. �Move over here.� He indicated the chair beside the fire, opposite his own. Sky stood and moved to the comfy looking chair and waited.
�Sit down for goodness sake. It will not bite you.� He sighed as he took his own seat and removed his wand.

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