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The Truth isn't What You Think	By : ChaoticNightofFlames Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 25860 -:- 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: Don't own it which is why Harry ended up with Ginny instead of Severus.

Harry awoke to the feeling of fingers running through his hair. The gentle touch felt incredibly good. For a second he wondered if he had died and gone to heaven. The return of the dull pain he felt throughout his body quickly shattered that notion. Forcing his eyes open he looked up into a pair of ebony ones.

"You're awake," the man said quietly, his hand stopping its path through Harry's hair. He withdrew his long fingers from the dark locks. For a second they just stared at each other, neither speaking.

"Professor Snape, um what happen?" Harry asked his Professor, confused, as he looked around the room. He was lying in a bed with white linen... The white sterile walls and the line of beds and cabinets told him he was in the infirmary. Professor Snape was sitting in a chair next to the bed looking at him worried. Startled harry realized that his teacher was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of black leather pants that hugged his body instead of his normal formal black robes. He looked good Harry thought absently as his brain tried to catch up with the situation.

"As you have probably noticed, considering how much to you seem to spend here, you are in the Hogwarts infirmary." Professor Snape answered quietly. "You hadn't written in a while so I was sent to check-up on you. When I arrived you were locked in a cupboard barely alive so I brought you here." Snape said shifting slightly his black eyes fixed intently on harry.

Shame filled Harry and he closed his eyes, in order to stop the tears he could feel welling up. "I'm sorry," he whispered "I didn't mean to cause any problems for you."

Shocked Severus stared at the boy. Surely he didn't blame himself for what his relatives had done to him and yet the shame and guilt on Potter's face was a clear indicator that he did in fact blame himself for the rape and abuse. Damn Muggles, what did had they done to the boy to make him feel like he deserved such treatment. When he got his hands on them...

"It is not nor will it ever be your fault. The only ones to blame for this are those pathetic excuses for human beings you have the misfortune to call relatives." Snape growled wishing he could strangle the damn fools with his bare hands. Harry jerked back cringing at the evident anger in Snape's voice fearing that the man would hit him.

Severus's eyes widened as he realized that his anger had scared the boy despite the fact that it wasn't directed at the teen. Cursing himself he reached out and gently laid his hand on Potter's shoulder. The boy flinched at his touch, but he didn't remove his hand. Finally Potter relaxed a bit, however he refused to meet Snape's eyes, staring instead at the floor.

"Look at me," Snape commanded, his voice usually gentle. Harry turned to meet his eyes at last, shaking slightly. "I'm not going to hurt you Potter. You relatives on the other hand are a different story. They're the ones I'm angry at, not you. What they did to you is unforgivable. They had no right to do such things and they will pay for it." Snape swore softly. Harry started too tremble, and Severus frowned. What was wrong now? The boy should have felt relieved, not even more upset.

"I deserved what they did to me," whispered Harry softly his voice filled with pain. "I'm nothing but a worthless freak that gets the people around him killed." he started to sob quietly.

Severus felt like he had been slapped. Everything fell into place. Potter blamed himself for the mutt's death and quite possibly the boy Diggory's. HE felt tike he deserve the treatment his relatives had inflicted on him because he had gotten his godfather and his schoolmate killed. No doubt his relatives had encouraged the belief by making him feel worthless and effectively killing what little self-esteem the boy had left. Assuming he had any left after you got through him a little voice whispered nastily. Severus felt sick as he recalled some the things he himself had said to the boy.

Standing he moved over to the bed and sat down next to Potter. Reaching forward he gently cupped the boy's chin with his hand. His fingers slowly caressed the boy's skin.

"Potter," he said, the boy winced, "Harry," he corrected trying to put him at ease. "You are not responsible for their deaths." For the longest time Harry just stared at him tears streaming from his brilliant green eyes. Then suddenly he sat up and flung himself into Severus's arms cling to him like he was a life raft. Hesitantly Severus returned his embrace cradling the other man as he sobbed, offering what comfort he could.

Several hours later Severus gently settled the boy back into the bed. Emotionally and Physically exhausted Harry had fallen asleep in his arms.

"Ah, so he's fallen back asleep." A voice called out from behind him. He turned, his face schooled in its normal stoic expression a sneer on his lips, to face the Headmaster who was wearing another of the hideous robes, this one a red with deep green stars.

"I see Poppy left," Dumbledore stated tugging on a red velvet sleeve, his eyes twinkling. Severus allowed his annoyance to appear on his face at the statement.

"Yes," he replied, "When it became clear that "Potter" the word was sneered "was going to pull through she returned home." Not that the Headmaster didn't already know this. Glaring he tried to control his temper.

"Well that's good. Horrible thing this mess was. Doing that to a child. I was terrified we lose him. ". Dumbledore said shaking his head, the sadness in his tone not quite reaching his eyes.

It took all of Severus's hard earned self control to restrain himself from attacking the other man. He might manage to fool the others but Severus knew better. There was no doubt in his mind that the man had known about the abuse the whole time. As long as his pawn was still useable then he didn't care what they did and if it made him more pliant even better. He had most certainly known that Severus's father was abusing him. Not that he had ever done anything about it. At the time he had no use for Severus.

Realizing that the headmaster had asked him about Potter's condition he stopped his train of thought. Barely keeping his voice even he repeated what Poppy had told him empathizing the fact that Potter would be bedridden for another week and wouldn't completely recover physically for at least another three. Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully. A thought stuck Severus, away to keep the boy away from the scheme headmaster for at least a while. He quickly set it into action.

"It's his mental health that's the problem," Severus added stressing the word problem. Dumbledore Frowned. "In the state he's in he'll be utterly useless. His own fears and self doubts will paralyze him." Severus stated blandly.

Good, Severus thought seeing the annoyed and worried look on the headmaster's face. Now if I can only get the old fool to put Potter into my care. Then maybe I can piece him back together.

"Where lucky he hasn't tried to slit his wrists, he wouldn't be the first to seek such escape in the face of rape and abuse." Severus pointed out. The headmaster met his eyes had he could tell that the man was remembering the day that he had tried that particular route not long after the first time his father had raped him. If it hadn't been for Lucius... well he wouldn't be here right now.

Suddenly Dumbledore smiled his eyes sparkling. "Your right of course which is why you will be taking care of young Harry until he recovers." Dumbledore declared looking smug.

"Headmaster, the boy needs professional help. I'm a potion master not a healer. Not to mention that we both loathe each other or have you forgotten that fact. "Severus protesting knowing that it would be expected. The last thing he needed was for the man to suspect him.

"Now my boy, we both know that it's too dangerous to get outside help. They might be on Voldemort's side." Dumbledore replied evenly. Severus snorted mentally. The Headmaster wasn't worried about Voldemort he was afraid outside help might raise questions he didn't want. After all it would be bad for his reputation if people found out he was letting muggles rape and abuse the boy-who-lived.

"Yes but..." Severus started playing his part. "No," said Dumbledore cutting him off, "this is my final decision Severus, it's simply too dangerous. Besides whom better to help him then someone who has also suffer in the same thing. Perhaps you two will even learn to get along."

"Severus nodded once glaring. Much to his relief the Headmaster left after his assurance that he would obey. Feeling tired and drained he sat down once again in the chair by the bed. Sighing he looked at the sleeping boy. Why, he asked himself silently am I so determined to help Potter?" Too tired to dwell on the question he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Please r&r.

I'm sorry for those of you who like Ginny but she is going to be a bitch in this. Its my revenge for her ending up with harry in the book.
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