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The Truth isn't What You Think	By : ChaoticNightofFlames Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 25859 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 18
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, he world of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowlings and Warner Brothers and I do not make any money off of this.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Now quit depressing me.

Sorry I took so long I had a math test and a speech to do at school. Got to love homework. Between that, my job and a dentist appointment (hell) I've been busy.

It seems no one likes poor dumbles so this Fanfic will be a good voldie story. Thanks for your votes.

Chapter 4

Swiftly Snape went to Harry's side. He brought his fingers to the bruised wrist and was relieved to find a faint pulse. The boy was still alive, barely. Reaching into his robes he pulled out several potions. Gently he tilted Potter's head back and poured them down his throat wishing he had brought more powerful healing potions instead of the weaker ones he normally carried. Once the boy had swallowed them, he cast several healing to stop the bleeding and stabilize him to the best of his ability.

Despite the potions and the spells Severus knew that he didn't have a lot of time. Harry needed more help then he could give and he needed it immediately or he wasn't going to make it. The fact that he was still alive was a miracle in its self. Carefully he pulled of his robe and wrapped it around Harry's slim figure. As delicately as possible he lift the boy in his arms and cradled him against his chest.

Quickly he left the cupboard and stepped into the living room. Seeing the muggles cowering he glared at them. the aroma of piss filled the room. White hot anger filled him as he stared down at the bused boy in his arms. How dare they do this to a child. Desire to make them pay for their crimes cloud his thoughts for a second before he recalled the boy in his arms. They would have to wait. Getting help for Harry was more important.

"I promise you I'll be back. You will pay for what you've done." Snape hissed looking murderous wishing he could kill them were they stood. Turning he left the house and walked swiftly to the edge of the wards and apparated.

Reappearing in Hogsmeade he rushed towards Hogwarts holding Potter securely in his arms. Never before had the distance between Hogwarts and Hogsmeade seemed so far and he cursed the fact that the muggles weren't connected by Floo. Finally he reached the castle gates. His magic responding to his desperation slammed the huge wooden doors open. He ran quickly to the infirmary feeling harry's breathing become even fainter. He was starting to fade. Placing him on a bed as gently as possible he swiftly fire-called Poppy.

Poppy was sitting by the fire enjoying a good book on the effects of mixing different haling spells when Severus appeared in te fire place. Instead of his normal black robe he was wearing a white long sleeved shirt with buttons down the middle and a pair of black leather pants. Even more shocking then his clothes was the desperation and fear that had overridden his normal emotionless mask.

"Poppy, Potter is in the hospital ward severely injured. he needs help immediately Severus said panic edging his normally husky voice. Poppy stood up and Severus stepped back out of the fire place.

Potter injured! Poppy's eyes widened as she realized that things would have to be really bad if Severus needed more then healing potions and basic spell that he could administer himself. Quickly she rushed to the fire place and grabbed some of the silver dust sitting in a pot on the top of the black marble fireplace and threw it into the flames. They flared silver and stepped into the flames and called out "Hogwarts infirmary".

Severus was kneeling beside a bed where the fragile pale form of potter lay wrapped in his robe. Stepping closer horror filled the nurse as she saw the long red cuts and the dark purple bruises littering the boy's body. Drawing her wand she cast a quick medical scan. A list of injuries appeared before her. Fear ran through her as she read the list. There were several places where the bones had been broken and there was a great deal of internal bleeding. His inner rectum had been torn up a distinct sign of rape. The boy was barely holding onto life.

"Severus I need you to give him a healing potion, a blood replacing potion and a pain-killer." Poppy commanded Severus nodded and went to draw several glass bottles out of a nearby cabinet. He carefully poured them down Harry's throat forcing him to swallow. Poppy nodded gratefully to him and reached for her wand. Quickly she wove several complex healing spells around the boy. Along with another spell to reset his bones.

"Now give him the skelo-grow potion. she said as she headed toward a table containing different potions and medicines. Once again Severus administrated the boy a potion.. Poppy returned a bottle of salve in hand.

"Here," Poppy said "spread this on his wounds," she told him handing him the bottle which contained an extremely powerful salve. Spinning the top off Severus spread a large helping of the salve on Harry's chest. Slowly massaging the salve into the wounds he moved to the boy's arms then his legs. Finally he carefully with the help of a levitating spell flipped the boy over. He then proceeded to lather the boys back paying special attention to the words carved into his back. Hopefully the salve would keep them from scaring.

Hesitantly he pulled the robe back to reveal the perk white butt. Coating a finger in a generous helping of salve he gently worked his finger into the shredded hole, massaging the tense muscles, trying to ignore how good the warmth felt wrapped around his finger. After longer then probably necessary, not that he would ever admit it, he withdrew. Once again he wrapped Harry in his robes . Frowning slightly at how fragile the teen looked wrapped in the too large robes, he drew his wand and transfigured the robe into a pair of lose fitting green pajamas. Another levitation spell turned him back around so that he would be more comfortable.

Sighing Severus grabbed a nearby chair and dragged it over to the bed. Gently he ran his fingers through the ebony locks feeling strangely helpless. Quietly Poppy sat down in another chair and they prepared themselves for a long night. Hopefully one which Harry would get through.

In another room inside the castle Dumbledore sat at his desk considering the best way to salvage this situation. Unfortunately the abuse which he used to make the boy grateful to him for rescuing him each year and he had been forced to send Severus. He couldn't avoid to lose his prize pawn yet. Not now, he still needed Potter. Running his hands through his long white beard he stared at the picture that hung before him showing Potter lying in the infirmary. Suddenly a thought struck him and his eyes started to twinkle evilly. Fawkes glanced at his master and trilled unhappily and drew as far away from the scheming old man as possible.

Back in the infirmary another person was also considering the situation. Severus Snape was horrified by Potter's treatment. Instead of being spoiled and pampered the boy's childhood was much like his and the dark lords had been. Gently running his finger's through the boy's hair he absently wondered how the boy had managed to hid the abuse for so long. The old scars and the medical scan revealed that both the rape and the abuse had been going on for years. Yet no one had ever commented on it. No rumor of scar or bruises despite the fact that he lived in a room full of other boys. Nor had anyone ever noticed the obvious malnourishment. What else is Potter hiding, Severus wondered. Perhaps Dumbdore's golden boy wasn't the useless pawn Severus had originally thought. This was definitely something that needed consideration. However pawn or not no child desired to be treated that way. The old coot had a lot to answer for.
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