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A Boy Named 'Harry'	By : HeyDarlin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 18794 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hiya everyone. Just a quick notice to let you all know that my new fic is also up. Its called �Nothing Gold Can Stay� and is a Harry/Lucius fic. I hope you will all check it out. A 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�.

Last Chapter:

�No, you can and you will tell, Potter. How did you get all those cuts and bruises?�
Tears began to fall from Harry�s eyes as the potion forced his mouth into action.
�My uncle, he��

Chapter 8 - Save Me
�My uncle, he...� Harry squeezed his eyes shut as his mouth began to form words he had thought he would never say, especially to the pair in front of him, who were leaning forward in their chairs, eager to catch every word that was said.
�He beats me, hits me. He makes me do chores; he doesn't let me eat; he threw me down the stairs; he says I need to be punished; he says I am a waste of space, that I don't deserve to live; he has broken my arm three times, my leg once, given me a concussion many times; he finds new ways to torture me; he's burnt me; he's punched me, slapped me, used his belt to beat me, given me scars, starved me and�� Harry faltered as his tirade came to its climax, his eyes still squeezed shut to avoid the expressions on Snape and Draco's face, �tried to rape me.�

A gasp from Draco pulled Harry's eyes open, only to shut again as he saw the horrified expression on the boy's face. Draco sat still, leaning forward in his chair with his mouth hanging open, eyes flickering back and forth between Harry and Severus. Severus had leaned back in his chair; his eyes had glazed over as he listened to Harry's words.
�How long?�
�Ever since I was a child. I remember one of the first times I dropped a glass, and he smashed it over the side of my head. He laughed as I cried and told me to go and clean myself up. He always laughs.�
Severus nodded at Harry's words even though no one was watching. He pinched the bridge of his nose, confusion seeping through his brain. 'The boy was being treated like this even before he came to Hogwarts. But then, why the sudden change? Why hadn't anyone noticed before?'

�Were things worse this summer?�
�Much�I don't know why. He never beat me so often before. I hardly ate all summer, and he's never tried to abuse me�sexually before.�
The mention of food caused Severus to look at Harry's skinny frame; he was undernourished, bordering on lethally skinny and looked tired.
�Have you eaten anything since you arrived at Hogwarts?� Severus asked. So far, he had not actually seen Harry eat anything.
�No, I don't know why. I'm scared�I'm not used to eating.�

'Okay, how am I going to fix this?'

Severus pulled his wand from his sleeve and stood up. Without thinking, Draco and Harry immediately did the same thing.
�I'm going to heal you, Harry.�
Harry nodded and followed Snape to the space in the centre of the room; he might as well do as he was told. There was nothing more he could tell the pair to embarrass himself further, so he did as Severus instructed and pulled his shirt gingerly over his head to reveal his scars. Harry stared at Severus, who didn't say anything as he stared at his body, a flush of embarrassment creeping across the Gryffindor's cheeks.
Severus studied the body before him; Potter's ribs were visible beneath the wounds that covered his body. He stepped forward, ignoring Potter's flinch as he did so, and circled the boy, taking in the mutilation before him. Fighting the urge to trace some of the scars with his fingertips, Severus pulled back, pointed his wand at Harry, and muttered several healing spells as he swirled his wand in complicated movements. The spells intertwined with each other before pulling apart and curling themselves around Harry�s body, searching for areas of injury. Different colors flashed on the found wounds and healed them gradually; after a few minutes the spells faded into Harry's skin, which was still marred with bruises and older scars.
Harry gaped down at his torso; he could hardly feel any pain at all as all the fresh cuts had been healed leaving just the old scars and bruises. He watched as Snape raised his wand again, muttering a different spell. A purple light flew towards him, spinning round his body before melting into his skin, and the bruises melted away with the purple glow.
Severus cocked his head slightly; the rest of the wounds were scars and could not be healed with a spell, so instead he summoned a glass tube which contained a thick paste and emitted a faint yellow glow. 'That can be applied later;� first he needs food.' Knowing that the injuries had been taken care of, Severus could see to Potter's now more pressing need for food.
�You may put your shirt back on.� Severus watched as Harry retrieved his shirt and robes from the floor, shaking as he slipped his newly healed arms into the sleeves. Severus clicked his fingers, and a house elf appeared at his feet, the small pop making Harry jump slightly. The elf was friendly looking; his long floppy ears fell forward slightly, obscuring his wide brown eyes.
�Mr. Potter will be requiring some food.�

�Yes, Master Snape. Can Babar get you anything else, Master?� the elf asked, bowing deeply several times in quick succession as he did so.

�That is all, Babar.� Babar disappeared with another pop. Severus turned to Draco, who was still sitting on the sofa in a state of shock. Draco blinked at Severus before turning his attention back to Harry, who was struggling to fasten the buttons on his shirt. He was doing it hurriedly, as if he wanted to get of out the room as quickly as possible. Draco stood up and moved over to Harry to attempt to help him dress himself as he had done earlier, but Harry staggered backwards as soon as Draco came near him.
They had tricked him. They had given him a truth serum, forcing him to tell them what had happened. 'I thought Draco was going to help.' But he hadn't; Severus had healed him, but Draco had done nothing. 'The whole school will soon know.'
�Don't come near me.�
�What?� Draco stopped as Harry moved away, confusion flitting across his features. He had just helped the boy, and now he didn't want Draco anywhere near him. 'What is going on?'
�You�you tricked me.� Harry pointed at Draco, his shirt falling open as he raised his hand. �You gave me Veritaserum. What else are you going to try and poison me with? You want to give me food.� Harry's trembling finger turned to point at Snape, who shook his head.
�You need to eat, Potter.�
�Don't call me that.� Harry placed his hands over his ears, pressing them hard into his skull. �I am not Potter. I am Harry, not boy, not freak, not pathetic, not loser. Harry, just Harry.�

Severus stared at Potter. The boy was losing his control; he was tired and weak, and his emotions were getting the better of him.
�Okay Harry�� Draco began before Harry whipped round to face him, his finger now hovering accusingly in the air.
�N-no. You can't call me that. I don't know you. You're horrible to me, you both are. You make me feel worthless just like my uncle does. You don't care, so don't pretend you do. Neither of you can help me; I can't even help myself. I hate you; I hate both of you.�

Severus scowled as Potter began to rant. He had never done anything to the boy apart from protect him the best way he could. He was helping him, and now he was being accused of not caring.
�PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, POTTER.�
�Harry,� Draco muttered to Severus. �He wants you to call him Harry.�
Harry flinched back once again at the volume of Snape's voice.
�I shall call Potter whatever name I see fit, Draco,� he spat, and Draco shook his head and looked away. �Potter, how dare you accuse me of not caring. I invited you into my quarters, healed you and tried to feed you��
Severus was about to continue when a small pop announced the arrival of Babar, who placed a tray laden with several bowls of soup and a pile of crackers on the dining table at the edge of the room. Babar clicked his fingers, and a jug filled with pumpkin juice appeared next to the tray along side a glass already filled with the juice before bowing deeply and disappearing with another pop.

Severus sighed as he caught sight of Potter's once again terrified expression and began rubbing his temples. Potter was still half undressed.
�Why don't you get yourself decent, and then we shall all eat.�
Harry nodded faintly, needing an excuse to get away from Snape. Snape gestured to the door on the left of the room, and Harry slowly edged his way across the room, his sweat-soaked hand slipping on the door handle before he managed to pull it open and disappear inside.
�Well done Severus; I think you handled that really well.�

Severus shot Draco his fiercest glare before moving back over towards the seating area and reclining in an armchair. 'It's happening again.' Draco could never understand what Potter was going through, but Severus, he could. Listening to Potter�s, �He beats me, hits me� brought back all of the painful childhood memories he was trying to forget ever happened. His father had done the same to him, beaten him into becoming a model son and Death Eater. His muggle father was always fascinated with magic and took his jealousy for his wife's magical ability out of Severus, encouraging him to join anti-muggle groups. It was only after his father's death that he had finally gathered the courage to come to Dumbledore to ask for help. The old man knew, of course, and in fact Dumbledore had done the exact same thing to him as he had done to Potter: fed him Veritaserum and forced him into answering questions about how his father had beaten him before questioning him about Voldemort to make sure that he wasn't planning on becoming a spy for the dark side.
Lucius was the only other living soul that knew about his torturous upbringing. Lucius had known since they were children. The pair had known each other through their parents before Hogwarts, and this connection grew when Severus began to attend the school. It wasn't long before Severus confided in Lucius after he began noticing strange marks appearing on his body after visits home. There was, of course, nothing Lucius could do but heal his wounds and comfort him when he cried, but this was enough to secure their eternal friendship, and Severus promised wherever Lucius went, he would follow. Now things were different; they hardly spoke and hadn't since the night Severus went to Dumbledore. Lucius knew he was a spy but would never betray him. 'I hope.'

�Severus, are you alright?�
Draco had moved himself onto the sofa. The mugs and spilt tea had all been cleared away, and it was just the two of them sitting in silence.
�How is Lucius?�
Draco looked puzzled; he knew that Severus and his father had once been great friends though neither of them knew it; Draco had been used as a mediator between the two for as long as he could remember. Each of them would constantly check on the other, and it was clear to see the pair still cared deeply for each other. 'I don't know why they don't just say sorry and move on.'
�About the same as last time you asked. He is still running around after Voldemort, training the new recruits or something. He doesn't really talk about that sort of thing.�
�Of course not.� Severus managed a tight smile before summoning a glass and the bottle of fire whisky he had in his drink cabinet. Severus poured himself a measure before leaning back into the chair, sipping the amber liquid as he did so.

�I don't know why you don't just talk to him,� Draco said, leaning back into the cushion behind him.
Severus glared at Draco. �You know of the situation between Lucius and myself.�

�Yes, but I don't think you two do.�

Severus scowled, resting the glass on the armrest, gently tipping the liquid inside to catch the artificial light the room was spelled to emit.
�What is that supposed to mean?�
�Oh, for Merlin�s sake. You ask me about father, and he does the exact same thing for you. Ever since I was tiny I can remember you asking me how he was when I came to visit, and then him asking the same thing as soon as I came home. It's sad you fell out over a pathetic little detail which doesn't even matter.�
Severus had stopped tilting the glass and was staring at Draco.
�Really?�
Draco rolled his eyes. 'I thought I was meant to be the teenager round here.'
�Really, you should talk to him.�
�I'll think about it.� Severus went back to examining his whiskey, deep in thought about whether to owl Lucius or not. 'Does he want to talk to me?'
Draco watched Severus for a moment before turning and staring over the back of the sofa at the bathroom door.
�Where on earth is Harry?�
Severus narrowed his eyes upon hearing Draco's question; they had been talking for a good fifteen minutes. 'What is he doing in there?' Severus placed his glass, still half full, onto the table in front of him and marched over to the bathroom door, Draco close on his heels.
�Do you think he's okay?�
Severus placed a finger to his lips before pressing his ear to the bathroom door, listening for any sound of activity.
�What can you hear?�
Severus pulled away from the door a worried expression flitting across his face.
�Nothing.�

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Harry shut the door behind him, his whole body beginning to shake with the relief that he had managed to get away, if only for a moment.

'I can't do this.'

Panicking, Harry ran around the room searching for some means of escape, but there was none, only one door, the one he had just come though. No windows, nothing. Harry caught a flash of something to his right and spun round, his eyes clenched shut, and threw his fist forward at the figure. A large crash sounded and pain began seep its way through his fist. Opening his eyes, Harry found himself face to face with his own cracked reflection. Glass was everywhere. The lower half of the mirror had broken off completely and most of it lay in the sink beneath the mirror; the rest lay on the floor. Harry turned to the door. 'I hope they didn't hear that.' Harry stood silently, waiting for the shouting to come echoing through the door, but it didn't come. After a minute of waiting, Harry sagged with relief, his mind now beginning to focus on the dull pain his hand was emitting.
Harry raised his hand, which was dripping blood. His knuckles had been torn apart, and pieces of glass were still embedded in the skin; but the blood, there was so much of it. The crimson liquid spread across his knuckles, running down his fingers, dripping off the tips, and ending in a small pool on the white tiled floor.

'My blood.'

What kept him alive, what made him suffer through everyday, was splashing to the floor. 'It feels good.' Harry dropped his robes from his left hand and dipped it into the sink, pulling out a shard of glass. His shirt was still open so Harry pulled it off, ignoring the sharp pain he felt when the fabric glided over his knuckles. The white school shirt pooled to the floor, soaking up the lake of crimson beneath it. Harry clenched his fist, slowly pulled the glass shard across his wrist, and stood transfixed as red bubbled to the surface, winding its way across his hand and wrist until it joined with the mass of red from his hand.

'Release. I need release.'

Again Harry pulled the shard across his skin, the pain not even registering in his mind. Deeper and again. The shard sliced through his skin easily, but Harry kept applying pressure to make the cut deeper. The blood ran thicker. The shard he held in his left hand had sliced across his palm, and it too was covered in crimson.

Again the shard sliced, again, deeper, blood ran thicker, again, deeper, again, deeper; the blood poured out.
Harry hacked at his arm and paused to watch the mass of red flow down his arm in his very own river of blood. Feeling suddenly light-headed, Harry grasped the sink, the blood stained shard slipping through his slippery fingers into the pool of blood, which was growing on the tiles. His knees gave way, and Harry landed on the floor, the energy sapped out of him. The struggle to stay upright soon became too much, and Harry found himself on all fours, breathing deeply. His glasses slipped from his nose and clattered to the floor, blood pouring rapidly from both arms.

'Rest, must sleep.'

Harry lay down shakily, feeling the now cold lake of blood cover his skin, his eyes struggling to stay open.

'Cold, too cold.'

That's all there was, cold and then dark.

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�Nothing,� Severus repeated, �I can't hear anything.�
The pair stared at each other for a split second and, without saying a word, they both knew what they were going to do.
�Harry? Are you all right?� No answer. Severus banged on the door.
�Harry?� No answer.

Severus reached for the door handle, which clicked open. The door had never been locked. Slowly, the door was eased open, and they saw red.
Harry was lying half naked in the centre of the room, surrounded by a pool of blood that covered almost the whole of the bathroom floor. Looking around, they could see that crimson also covered the broken mirror and sink.
Severus rushed forward, kneeled next to Harry, and maneuvered him so he was lying on his back, ignoring the blood that was seeping through his trousers. Harry's arms were a mess. The cuts were deep; it looked like he had sliced an artery. If so, there wasn't much time.
�I can't deal with this on my own.�
Draco, who was still standing in the doorway shocked by the scene before him, swallowed.
�Pomfrey?�
Severus shook his head. If Harry had wanted Pomfrey to know, he would have gone to her at the start of term.
�You'll have to get Lucius.�

Draco nodded and disappeared from the doorway, leaving Severus with Harry, who was slowly slipping away.
�I have to save you.�

'Because no one saved me.'

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