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A Boy Named 'Harry'	By : HeyDarlin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 18793 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hiya everyone. First of all I am SO SORRY that this chapter has taken so long it shall not happen again. I could make loads of excuses but I won�t it�s just not worth it the main point is that the next chapter is up yey. A huge thank you to all my reviewers, your comments mean the world to me.

I know that both Draco and Sev are OOC in this chapter but I think it works.

Thanks for all your support and sticking with this story. As usual review replies are at the end of the chapter.
Big thank you�s to my beta�s Bluetribalrose, Brittine (Flamin Vixen), Katie (quixotic_hope), Serpent Of Light.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters etc and nor do I own a �Child Called �It�.
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Outside the classroom, Harry leant up against the stonewall, tears welling up in his eyes. Ron and Hermione hadn�t bothered to wait for him, so he was standing outside the potions classroom cold and alone.

�Why doesn�t anyone understand? Why won�t anyone help?�

Chapter 6 - A Light From The Darkness

Harry shuffled slowly onto the next step, his hand gripping the cool marble handrail. He was on his way to his detention with Professor Snape, and he was terrified. Harry moved slowly down the stairs, his legs only barely moving, his mind telling him to run back up to the Gryffindor common room and hide.
The day had gone slowly, too slowly. Harry�s mind had been stuck on the detention and what might happen. Even McGonagall had threatened to give him a detention and take house points away. She had told him �Mr. Potter, you need some sense knocked into to you.� Harry�s eyes had gone wide, and he had concentrated fully for the rest of the lesson.

�What will he do?� Harry thought. He was petrified. His left hand was shaking on the handrail, and he had to tighten his grip. He had thought Snape was going to hit him in class. There was no telling what he might do when they were on their own. Harry�s stomach gave another lurch as he thought about it. Harry�s mind began to spin with ideas of what Snape could do to him:

�He could hit me�
�He could curse me�
Or he could�Harry swallowed.
�He could rape me.�
Harry�s voice came out as barely a whisper. He couldn�t go down there, not on his own. His thoughts began to whirl once more, his mind taking over his body. Harry�s eyes shut, and he turned around on the step, trying to go back upstairs. His hand that was gripping the handrail did not turn, nor did it let go, and Harry found himself being spun back around, his right foot shooting out to balance himself on the lower step.

�Noooo, no.�

Harry�s eyes snapped open, and he stared down in horror at his right foot, which had sunk up to his ankle in the trick step. Harry couldn�t believe it; of all the steps he had to land on, it had to be the one that you need someone to pull you out of. Harry spun his head around. There was nobody about; they were all in their respective common rooms.
�No, I can�t be late.�
Harry released his left hand from the handrail, a sheen of sweat appearing on it as he began to panic.

�No, can�t be late, can�t be late.�

With that thought in mind, Harry began to frantically pull at his leg, willing it to come free. But despite his efforts, he only managed to force it deeper into the trick stair. Harry grabbed the handrail, using both hands to try to pull himself out, but the sweat on his hands caused his hands to slip from the smooth marble, and Harry fell forward once more, his foot sinking into the stair up to his knee.
In an attempt to stop himself sinking any further, Harry sat down on the above step, his other leg pulled up to his chest with his arms wrapped firmly around it. Harry breathed deeply, forcing himself to calm down.
�Okay.�
This was the most rational he had been all day, as he knew he couldn�t go to the detention, which was good in itself. But he also had a good excuse about why he couldn�t go.

�All I have to do is wait. Someone will come along sooner or later and they will get me out.�

But what if Snape came looking for him? Harry wouldn�t be able to defend himself. Panic coursed through Harry�s mind again, and he frantically began to look around to see if anyone was coming. He considered shouting out for help and was just about to part his lips when a voice cut though his panic.

�Well, well, what have we here?�

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Draco was strolling through the corridors as he usually did on Thursday nights. He paused for a second to adjust his prefect�s badge in a nearby suit of armour before he continued out of the dungeon and into the Great Hall. As the main staircase came into view, he heard a whisper and, smirking to himself, he moved out of the shadows, ready to deduct points for loitering in the hallways. But Draco�s smug smirk faded as he saw an obviously panic stricken Harry Potter tumbling down the stairs, stopped only by his hand, which appeared to be firmly stuck to the handrail. Draco stepped back into the shadow as he watched Harry�s leg sink into the trick stair. He considered leaving, but felt compelled to stay; he continued watching as Harry began to wrench at his leg before sitting back down onto the above step.
When Harry sat down, Draco slowly moved forward, keeping to the shadows. He couldn�t understand what was up with the small boy. There was no one about, so why did he appear to be so terrified? �Probably doesn�t want to go to his detention.� Not that he was surprised; he had heard that detentions with Snape were rather horrendous.
Once Draco snapped out of his thoughts, he looked up to find Potter in a blind panic. His head was moving in every direction, searching for something. It was at this time he decided to reveal himself.
�Well, well, what have we here?�
The smirk that was about to come was cut off by the look of sheer terror Potter sent him before a neutral mask was forced into place.
�What do you want, Malfoy?�
Potter crossed his arms in an attempt to make himself look less pitiful, which really didn�t work. Draco shook his head and began to make his way up the steps to where Potter was sitting. Draco watched intently as Potter�s mask began to slip. He curled slowly into himself as he saw Draco approaching.
Draco tried to ignore the way Potter was becoming more and more terrified with every step he took and only stopped when he was standing on Potter�s right hand side, looking down at him. Draco�s hand shot out from by his side, and Potter gave a small squeak as the hand latched onto his forearm, pulling him abruptly to his feet.
Harry�s eyes snapped shut as he felt Malfoy grasp him brutally by his upper arm and drag him to his feet. When Malfoy let go, Harry instinctively lifted his arm up across his face.
Draco watched as Potter raised his right arm in front of his face. Puzzled by the action, Draco grasped the shorter boy�s wrist to pull it back down. But instead of pulling the hand down, Draco�s hand flew off Potter�s wrist when he heard a cry of pain escape his nemesis� lips. Draco stared at Potter in bewilderment. Potter stood with his back arched away from Draco, tears slowly filling his jade eyes, his wrist cradled into his chest.

�What the��

Draco pulled Potter�s wrist away from his chest and pushed back the black robe sleeves that covered his arms to reveal a painfully thin, but otherwise normal wrist.
�P-please.�
Draco looked up at Potter to see a tear rolling down his cheek, his eyes alight with pain.
�Please let go,� Harry almost sobbed.
Draco released his wrist, but his elegant hand grasped Potter�s forearms instead. Potter�s eyes widened as Draco moved down the staircase, pulling an almost sobbing Harry behind him.

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Harry let himself be dragged down the stairs and then across the Great Hall. He knew better than to try and struggle. He didn�t know where Malfoy was taking him, but a thought was forming in his mind. �Snape.� Then they could both attack him together. Harry jerked back slightly, but the grip on his arms only became tighter and the pulling more insistent. Harry was in no position to fight, so he let himself be led like a lamb to the slaughter.

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Draco pulled Potter round the corner, quickly scanning the corridor before opening a door at the side of the hall with a quick �Alohamora� and pulled them both into it. Draco pushed Potter towards the other side of the room, away from the door, and pulled his wand out his sleeve.
�Accio wand.�
Potter made a feeble attempt to grab the wand as it zoomed out his robe pocket. From the look on his face, Potter had forgotten it was even there. Draco stood in front of the doorway, facing Potter who had backed himself up into the furthest corner of the small closet they were in. A few brooms and buckets lay gathering dust in the corner, but apart from that it was empty except for the two boys.
Draco cast his glance up and down the smaller boy, noting how exhausted the boy looked. Without saying a word, Draco moved across the two metres separating them and seized Potter�s wrist, once again not understanding why this provoked another cry of pain from the boy. Furrowing his brows, Draco raised his wand once again and, after letting go of the boy�s wrist(,) he muttered a spell. An orange light shot out from the tip of his wand and swirled round Potter�s feet, moving up until it reached Potter�s raven hair, where it disappeared. Draco knew he had gotten the spell right when he saw Potter�s eyes widen and his hands begin to tug at his robe sleeves to try and keep them down.
With a smirk of triumph, Draco wrenched Potter�s hand away from his wrist and pulled up the sleeve.
A gasp of horror escaped Draco�s lips as he stared down in shock at Potter�s mutilated wrist. He didn�t know what he had been expecting, but it certainly wasn�t this. There was a series of bruises in the shape of fingerprints all the way round his wrist, along with numerous cuts, which continued up Potter�s arm and disappeared under his sleeve. Ignoring the pleas from Potter, Draco pealed back the material to reveal more cuts and bruises, some fresh and some old.
�What in Merlin�s name happened to you?�
�Nothing,� Potter all but sobbed, tugging his wrist away from the Slytherin. A shocked Draco let go of Potter�s wrist just as he tugged at it again, causing him to tumble backwards, tripping over the bucket next to him and ending up in a shaking heap on the floor. Draco leaned forward to help the poor boy up, but curiosity got the better of him and instead he raised his wand.
�Accio robes and shirt.�
Before Potter knew what was happening, he was sprawled half naked on the floor, his scars on show for the world to see.

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Harry backed himself as far into the corner as he could, watching with terror filled eyes as Malfoy shut the door and stood in the doorway, blocking Harry�s only way out.
Harry scanned the small room; it was about two metres wide and long, with only a few buckets at the back of the room where he currently was. Harry was panicking.

�Why has he brought me here?� Harry�s eyes flicked back to Malfoy, who was inspecting him. �What does he want?�
�Accio wand.�
Malfoy�s voice broke through the silence. Harry felt something in his pocket jerk as his wand came flying out. He made a grab for it, but missed. Harry�s eyes widened. He had forgotten that his wand was even in there. He was so used to being in the muggle world that using magic hadn�t even occurred to him.
Harry began to shake as Malfoy advanced towards him and seized his wrist. He gave a cry of pain as Malfoy put pressure onto his wounds, another tear escaping from his wet eyes. Harry was thankful when his wrist was released, but a sense of alarm appeared when he found himself staring at the taller boy�s wand. Malfoy muttered a spell that seemed vaguely familiar, but it wasn�t until Harry saw the triumphant smirk that emerged on Malfoy�s face that he realized it was the counter spell for the glamours he was using.
Harry tried to move away, but there was nowhere to go. He watched helplessly as his hand was wrenched away from him and his sleeve pulled up.
Harry closed his eyes tightly so he wouldn�t have to see the disgusted look Malfoy was most certainly giving him.
�What in Merlin�s name happened to you?� Malfoy sounded almost like he cared.
�Nothing,� Harry managed to croak out past the lump in his throat. Harry winced as one of Malfoy�s pale fingers brushed one of his many bruises. Harry pulled his hand back towards him more violently than he had meant. Malfoy let go, and the sudden lack of support caused Harry to lose his balance and trip over one of the buckets that lay on the floor. Harry shot out his hand to break his fall and landed in a heap on the dusty stone. He scrabbled to get away from Malfoy and was about to look up when�
�Accio robes and shirt.�
Harry watched as his clothes zoomed across the room to Malfoy�s outstretched hand.

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Draco�s brow furrowed once again as Harry flinched away from the hand that was going to help him up. Sighing, Draco lowered himself gracefully to the floor where he sat cross legged in front of Harry.
�Potter, I am not going to hurt you.�
Draco kept his gaze on Potter until the shaking boy raised his tear stained face from his knees, confusion and apprehension in his eyes.
�Are you listening to me?� Draco waited until he received a slight nod.
�I am not going to hurt you, understand?�
Draco waited until he received another slight nod before he continued.
�What happened?�
Draco gestured to Harry�s bare chest and the deep red lines and discolorations that ran across it.
�Nothing.�
Draco scoffed.
�I - I can�t�� Potter didn�t finish the sentence before a fresh set of tears began to fall.
Draco watched as Potter tried to brush the tears away with the back of his hand and felt a sudden sense of guilt about how he had just treated him. Surely dragging the poor boy into a cupboard hadn�t eased the panic he must be feeling. It was obvious that Harry wasn�t in a fit state to tell Draco what had happened even if he wanted to. Draco looked at the scars on Potter�s chest and realized that he was still holding his shirt and robes.
�Stand up,� he managed to say in a more sympathetic tone. He held his free hand out and helped the boy to his feet, noting how clammy the hands were.
�Here.� Draco held out Potter�s things, which the smaller boy hastily took, throwing his shirt on, his fingers trying to do the buttons up but failing because his hands were shaking.
�Here,� Draco repeated and stepped forward. After a slight hesitation, Potter let his hands drop to his sides to allow Draco to do his buttons up. Draco was soon finished and as Potter was pulling his robes over his head, he got an idea.
�Do you want to go and see Pomfrey? She will heal you.�
Potter pulled his robes down and immediately began to shake his head.
�No, no, no, I can�t.�

�Why not?�

�Because then there will be questions and he will know that I have told and then he will come and get me.�

�I just can�t.�
Judging from the rapid paling of Potter�s face, Draco thought that maybe that was a subject worth avoiding�for now.
�I can get someone to heal you.� When Potter began to shake his head again, Draco added, �Not Pomfrey.�
Potter looked uncertain. He clearly didn�t know whether to trust Draco or not.
Eventually, something won over�Draco privately thought it was the idea of not being in pain�and Potter gave a small nod. Draco nodded in return and opened the door, which led into the Great Hall. Once he had checked there was no one about, Draco grasped Potter by his forearm, careful not to grip too tightly, and moved out of the closet. Draco immediately headed for the dungeons despite the way Potter tensed when he realized where they were heading.

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The pair came to a halt outside the door to Snape�s classroom. Draco had a firm grip on Potter�s arm. When Harry had realized who they were going to see, his previous panic had returned. It occurred to Draco that Potter�s mind was not eased by the thought of the doubtlessly now remembered detention he had been going to serve.
Draco ignored the way Harry was pulling back as he knocked at the door.

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Severus growled as he checked his watch for the seventh time. Potter was serving a detention with him, and he was already twenty minutes late.

�Damn and blast that Potter.�

Severus picked up the papers he was marking and organized them into a neat pile before tucking them away in a drawer.

�What is he up to?�

Potter had never been late for a detention before-- well, not with him anyway, and Severus doubted that the boy had forgotten, so why in Merlin�s name was he so late?
Severus was reaching out for another stack of unmarked papers when he heard a sharp knock at the door.

�Finally.�

Severus pushed his chair back from his desk and strode towards the door, fixing his most terrifying glare on his face as he threw the door open. Severus was about to launch into a demeaning lecture, but clicked his mouth shut when he saw Draco standing in the doorway with a visibly shaking Potter attached to his arm.
Knowing it was better that the conversation didn�t occur outside, Severus stepped to the side, allowing Draco to drag Potter into the empty classroom. As soon as the boys were inside, Severus let the door shut with a large bang, which made Potter jump, before turning to the pair.
�What is going on here?�

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