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His saviour	By : Kruemel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 16367 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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From now on together

Severus Snape sat in his classroom glaring at his fourth years as they tried to disarm each other. Since he woke up this morning, he had difficulty concentrating. Just like the day before his conversation with Potter just didn´t leave his mind. He couldn´t figure out how Albus couldn´t have realised the wards at Potters house were absolutely useless. He wasn´t able to imagine the old man who always knew everything overlooking something that big and important. That left the question why? Why would Albus not interfere and get Potter out of that house. He was even more shocked that Albus knew that Potter´s relatives were treating him like scum under their feet. `The Saviour of the wizarding world being beaten and raped by his family,` he thought.
As he pondered that for a while a pain of guilt rushed threw him. Everything he thought about the boy wonder was shattered in one conversation. He had always thought Potter was a spoilt arrogant brat that was loved and worshipped by his family, but he had to admit to himself that he could not have been more wrong. He was ashamed that the hate for Potter´s father clouded his judgment that much. He always praised himself for being a very perceptive person but in Potter´s case he was blinded by hatred for a man that was dead for over sixteen years.
He almost felt bad for treating Potter like a piece of crab for all these years but then he remembered his first Potion class with the brat. He was mad as he remembered that Potter hadn´t listened to him and was too occupied with scrambling on his parchment.
`Yes, he thought I didn´t treat him any different than any other student. I would have called out anyone for being ignorant wouldn´t I?` Suddenly one of his students was hit by a yellow light and fell to the ground, He strode over and pointed his want at said student and said:
“Enervate.”
The student got up and he sent him to the infirmary to see Madam Pomphrey. After he screamed at the Hufflepuff at fault and gave him detention with filch for a week he strode back to his desk and sat down. He hated teaching especially since most of his students were bubbling idiots.

That evening Harry, Ron and Hermione again found themselves in the Room of requirement. Hermione anxious to get a few truths for herself handed Harry the veritaserum. Harry took it and Hermione ask:
"What colour is the sky?"
"Green." Harry answered.
"What is your best subject in School?"
"Potions."
"How did you get to Hogwarts in your second year?"
"With the train."
"When did you find out that you´re a wizard?"
"The day I turned 11." Harry answered and Hermione nodded. The Potion was now affective.
"Alright Harry I want to know what’s going on in that house of your relatives." Hermione said.
"How have the Dursleys treated you?"
Harry sighed, he wasn´t ready for this. He didn´t want to see his two best friends looking at him with pity but he had no choice. The words already forming on his tongue ready to spill his darkest secret.
"My aunt and uncle hate me." He said in a quiet voice.
"Always have. I was their slave. I cooked their meals, cleaned the house and worked in the garden since I was three years old. My cousin Dudley loved to ruin everything. Every time I finished cleaning the house, he walked through it with his dirty shoes, touched everything… basically undid all my work so I would have to do it again. When my uncle came home from work and I wasn´t finished, which of course I wasn´t because I had to do it all over again, would beat the crab out of me. they always called me freak or boy, never Harry." He looked down sad at the memories that came fludding back.
"They blamed me for everything. When my uncle lost a commission at work, or for the constant rain and then in the summer for the lack of it." He shook his head anger now clear in his eyes.
"You know until I got my letter before first year I lived in a closed under the stairs. A freak like me didn´t need a dresser or a table or a bed for that matter. I only moved to Dudley’s second bedroom because my letter was addressed to my cupboard and they were afraid that some freak would come into their house and punish them. They were cruel. My uncle especially..." Harry trailed of.
Hermione saw a new emotion run over her friends face and her heart sank. Harry looked afraid, no terrified. What did this people do to him? They were his family they were supposed to protect him. Ron too noticed the disturbed look on his best friend’s face.
"You ok Mate?" he asked.
"No, not really. I don´t really like to talk about it."
"You ok to go on?" Was Hermione’s next question.
"Yeah, guess it’s easier to get it all out at ones. Over the years it got worst. After they found out that I wasn´t allowed to do magic outside of School. the first time my uncle used his knife on me was in the summer of third year and oh he loved his whip also, so I had to learn a wandless glamour before I went back to School. I didn´t want you or anyone to see my scars. That summer was the first time I needed help, so I tried to call Dobby and he came. He helped me since then. Bringing the necessary Potions so I don´t bleed out. When my uncle discovered that somehow my wounds healed overnight, he had fun trying to see how far he can go."
Hermione in tears by now hugged his friend and tried to comfort him. Harry froze up for a second before relaxing again. Ron hadn´t said a word. Harry continued his voice barely a whisper, so they had to lean in to hear what was said.
"That´s not all my uncle did. He also, you now... raped" but at that he was interrupted by an angry scream.
"HE DID WHAT?!?!?!" Ron bellowed and Harry and Hermione both flinched.
"THAT BESTARD I AM GOING TO KILL HIM!!" Ron stood up and stormed to the door.
"Ronald Weasley! You will not rush out of here and do something stupid. Sit back down this instant!! They will get what’s coming for them, but not now." Hermione’s voice shook with fury. She tried her best to get it under control before talking to her friend again.
"Since when?" She managed to ask and looked at him. Harry avoided her glance.
"For a long time." He answered.
"How long?" she pressed.
Harry suddenly very interested with the pattern on the couch whispered:
"Twelve years."
Hermione’s face fell and Ron went green. They were shocked. How could someone do that to a kid? Not even Voldemort was that evil. Yeah, he killed the kids same as the parents, but he never touched them in that way.
"That sick, disgusting... I don´t even have words for that." Hermione said. In that moment she wished for nothing more than to have a pensive so he could take what she learned and cast it beside. She was going to have nightmares she was sure of it.
"So, you´ve been using a glamour for what four years?" Harry nodded.
"And not one of the teachers noted?" She asked disbelieving.
"Oh I´m sure at least Madam Pomphrey knows. She must have noticed that I was underweight. She came to me ones asking if I needed someone to talk to but at that time, I was too ashamed."
"But why didn´t you tell us?" Ron asked.
"Like I said I was ashamed and what if someone would have found out. I don´t really care for the daily Prophet to be getting their Hands on that story. Can you imagine? The boy how lived, the chosen one can´t defend himself against his muggle family. I told Dumbledore in third year, but he forced me to go back there anyways."
His best friends just stared at him after a minute, or two Ron asked.
He… He knew tha… that your uncle w… was doing that to you and he st… still sent you back there?" Harry nodded.
"Yeah, he told me when my mother died for me, he was able to build blood wards on my aunt’s house and that they were protecting me. He said he´s sorry but that he has no choice then to send me back."
"Alright I give him that year but after that Voldemort was back and he used your blood. The wards must be useless." Hermione said.
"Exactly and that´s one of the things I can´t fathom. Dumbledore MUST know. But why wouldn´t he help me? It just makes no sense."
They agreed.
"Listen you guys. I want to tell you more about this the Problem is I have no proof. I have a meeting at Gringotts the day after tomorrow for the reading for my Parents and Sirius will. I didn´t had the time to go there since I turned 17. I hope maybe I can find some answers to my many questions but who knows. Can we continue this after my meeting? Hopefully, I can tell you more then."
Hermione and Ron agreed, and Hermione handed him the antidote.
"One thing guys" she said.
"Harry, I hope you no know now that you can trust us completely. I want us to be open with each user. No more secrets. Were a team and when something bothers us, I want us to talk about it. We don´t have time to fight and Harry I refuse to take veritaserum again. We proofed to you that we are loyal. From now on you must trust in us.” She paused and looked at Harry. He nodded.
“We have to prepare for what is coming. We have only one School year left, and we need to take advantage of the knowledge of this place we have to make more time for our studies and training. We need to search the library for everything that can be useful. It would probably be better if..." she trailed of.
"If what?" Ron asked. He was sure he wasn´t going to like what was to come next.
"Alright but don´t be mad. I think it would be better if you don´t play Quidditch this year."
Ron looked at her disbelieving, but it was Harry who said.
"I disagree Hermione. I thought about it this summer, but we must keep everything we are doing quiet. I don´t want the old man figuring out what we´re up to that could be bad. We have to at least act somewhat normal."
Hermione thought about that.
"Ok you two play but I will use that time and research. I will push you so hart you have no idea." she said with an evil smile on her face.
Harry and Ron looked at her. No Harry thought I don´t want to be the one messing with her. He laughed and together there made their way back to the dorms.
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