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the room of requirement	By : evil-minded Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 3502 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any character from it, Rowling does … I do not make any money out of Harry Potter either, again – Rowling does … I however do own Nolan Malfoy – but I don’t make money of him also … :D …

Chapter List
- 8
- 9
Author's Notes:

Uhm ... ok ... I have to admit ... English is not my language by birth ... so ... please do not kill me while reading ... neither for the bad English I use, nor for what I am writing ...

Warning:

Story contains references to child abuse:

Child abuse is a really serious thing, it is an evil thing and there are a lot of children in our world that really would need help without being helped, and closing our eyes and pretending it does not exist – is no solution … handle people, children as well as adults, which are showing any signs – whichever – of once being abused … with understanding and with help …

what does not mean I am not as evil as I pretend to be … ^.~ … believe me – I am …

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Previously in The room of requirement

Darkmaster: .oO( How nice to have a moment of peace )

Justharry: *huff*

Darkmaster: ^.~

Darkmaster: How has your day been, Potter?

Justharry: As always … it has been just another day …

The room of requirement

Chapter nine

I beg your pardon?

Thursday

He still did not really understand why in Merlin's name he worried that much about Potter. He didn't understand his obsession with that particular student.

Well, of course he was worried.

Potter was a slave to his relatives, a slave that was locked up by them in his room with a boarded up window whenever he had no work to do, so he had no way of sending an owl or getting help, they refused to even provide Potter with medical care and he definitely was abused verbally. What wasn't the worst however as he had learned that he was beaten by his relatives to a point where marks were left, where blood was drawn, to a point where the brat was unable to sleep because of broken ribs, to a point where the brat feared for his life if it would get worse.

So – all in all, he had to admit that the abuse the Dursleys bestowed upon Potter was unusually severe and indeed reason to worry - and maybe that was the reason why in Merlin's name he worried more about Potter than he would worry about one of his Slytherins at the present time.

He had them in his house each year, the abused children. In each year he had at least one of them, mostly more. And of course he always worried about them, visited them during the summer holidays to make sure that they were alright, but in all his years as a teacher he only once had felt the need to actually take a student out of his home life.

Well, yes. He always wished he could keep them out of their homes during the summer, but he also knew that they were children from Death Eaters mostly and so he had no chance to actually do much. But once, five years ago, there had been a student he had felt the need to actually get out of his home nevertheless.

The moment he had reached Carlisle and the boy's home however, the child had been already dead.

Not a thought that helped him right now, he noticed, as this thought only increased his worries about Potter.

Never before, and never again he'd had a student that had been abused that badly.

But Potter already was injured. He had broken ribs. And he had said that his stomach hurt. And he wasn't taken care of.

How worse was it really?

He felt that the boy had not lied to him. He actually knew that the boy had not lied to him. But at the same time he knew that the boy had not told him the entire truth either, that he had withheld some of the abuse from him. And talking to him with a keyboard and a monitor between them didn't help him to get the answers he wanted. He needed to see the boy.

What wasn't possible if he didn't wish to go against Dumbledore – and said boy himself.

He knew that Potter only acted out of fear, that he didn't trust anyone, that he didn't trust anyone could actually help him with his problems. The boy had given help to others, as he had learned during the past nightly conversations with Potter, but he did not trust anyone enough to ask for help for himself.

But the boy needed help, and badly so.

He didn't understand why and he couldn't help it either, but every time he tried to imagine how the child must feel his stomach churned painfully and he considered going against the headmaster and apparate to Private Drive immediately.

Closing his eyes and giving away a heavy sigh he turned on his computer and then entered the room of requirement – as he had done each night since more than a week now.

[Darkmaster enters the room of requirement at 10:14 pm]

founders: hello Darkmaster, nice to see you this evening … want a cup of tea? … |_|) …

justharry: hi Darkmaster, hope you're allright

slythadrian: Hello Darkmaster

Darkmaster: Good evening, justharry. Yes, I am alright, I hope you as well.

Darkmaster: Good evening, slythadrian.

gryffidean: hi, Darkmaster

justharry: of course, Darkmaster, I'm fine

slythadrian: *snorts*

justharry: ^.~

Darkmaster: Good evening, gryffidean.

slythadrian: you're such a liar, justharry

justharry is not gulty ...

Darkmaster: Really?

justharry: ^.~

justharry: do you daoubt me, Darkmaster ?

gryffidean: justharry but only this time lol

Darkmaster: Why ever should I, justharry?

justharry: I beg your pardon ? gryffidean ? I#m never guilty ...

justharry blushes ...

justharry: uhn … just so, Darkmaster ... I just thought because of syour question ...

Darkmaster: You are blushing, justharry? You are the most pale being I ever have seen, justharry

justharry: I wouldn'T want to be innocent ... tp be innocent and good is boring ...

justharry: that's not true Darkmaster ...

gryffidean: founders put out the lights justharry blushes and shines red *lol*

justharry .oO( ... not everyone has to know that I'm a vamprire ... )

justharry: hey … keep the candles burning, founders ...

gryffidean: you won't get MY blood, justharry

justharry is padding in the adrk

gryffidean: justharry … careful … wall …

justharry: ouch!

justharry: couldn' cou have told me earlier, gryffidean ?

justharry: *is rubbing his head* ...

gryffidean: nooo … I always thought that bats have sonar

gryffidean: - has a call

justharry: it's not me

justharry is innocent ...

[Mione enters the room of requirement at 10:41 pm]

[Mione gets op-rights from the founders]

founders: hello Mione, nice to see you this evening. Want to read a good book?

Mione runs to justharry and hugs him to the floor

Mione: hello, Darkmaster, nice to see you

Darkmaster: Good evening, Mione, the same goes for me

justharry: oh oh ... ? ...

Mione: hi slythadrian, you're fine?

justharry looks carefully at Mione ...

[slythadrian leaves the room of requirement at 10:42 pm]

Gryffidean: *loooool* … he's gone … hi Mione

Mione: did I do something wrong?

Mione: hi Gryffidean

[slythadrian enters the room of requirement at 10:43 pm]

founders: hello slythadrian, nice to see you this evening. Hope you won't be too scared from the lions here …

gryffidean: re slythadrian, this time you have upset Mione really badly

justharry blinks in irritataion ...

Mione: wow justharry … *release*

slythadrian: hello Mione … sorry … had a short flight

justharry: thanks, Mione ... I have become already blue ...

Mione: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sorry … justharry

justharry: never mind, Mione ...

justharry is about to wonder who in Merlin'S name Mione is ...

Mione: justharry ! I'm Hermy

Darkmaster: Mione = Hermy, justharry.

justharry: ah … *look closely+ … yes, yet I recognize you ... hi Hermy … uhm, Mione ... I meant ... *rehugs* ...

gryffidean: justharry are you blond?

justharry: yes, of course I am, gryffidean ... am I not ? ... *lol*

Darkmaster: justharry is so not blond, gryffidean.

justharry: *lol* ...

justharry: shall you attack me from behind, Darkmaster ? I've neen sure you would support my statement ...

Darkmaster: I am not able to lie.

justharry: damn, Darkmaster ... why not ?

Mione: no, but you can twist the truth a bit … Darkmaster

Darkmaster: I lack in practicing this, Mione and justharry.

justharry: it would have been fyn … Darkmaster …

justharry: ok, for our next meetong at September the first, I will get my hair blond ... Darkmaster ... gryffidean ...

Darkmaster: Good.

justharry .oO( ... I just wonder who will believe this one ... )

[slythadrian leaves the room of requirement at 10:51 pm]

[slythadrian enters the room of requirement at 10:51 pm]

founders: hello slythadrian, nice to see you this evening. Hope you won't be too scared from the lions here …

slythadrian: *loool* founders …

justharry: re slythadrian ... I'm beginning to set up a standing order ...

slythadrian: *plop* crash-landing

justharry: a crash-landing with a plop ? slythadrian ? ...

slythadrian: the flying instructor is throwing up …

slythadrian: well, if the runway isn't lit – it's not so easy

Darkmaster: The runway IS lit, it's no wonder if you take the field besides, slythadrian.

Mione: no, Darkmaster, I just turned off the lights

slythadrian: that's why it was such a bouncing landing, Darkmaster

Mione: to save power

slythadrian: hey … power comes from the socket anyway

gryffidean: so you have to place candles for the next landing slythadrian pulls

slythadrian: but please, not those from the graveyard again, gryffidean

justharry: yes, in form of small bue worms ... and thea are bitting you into sour fingers if you put them into the socket ... yes ... my mother told me so when I was really small ...

gryffidean: and you have put your finger in because you have been curious, justharry?

Darkmaster: When you have been small, justharry? ^.~

justharry: of course, gryffidean ... I have ... and nothing happened, because of the small blue worms had bot been at home ...

justharry: *lol* ... Darkmaster ... ok, I have to rephrase athat one ... when I was really young ...

Darkmaster: *g*

gryffidean: well, it has to be ceremonial, your next landing, slythadrian

slythadrian: of course – and I want a blues-band playing

gryffidean: and a buffet being placed along the runway, slythadrian?

slythadrian: of course – if you're at it

gryffidean: slythadrian: ok, but only if you pull a picture-book landing and no bouncing while landing slythadrian

justharry: *bounce* ... *bounce* ... *bounce* ...

slythadrian: I will try my best

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He took a sip of the whiskey he had poured earlier, gritting his teeth in frustration and running his hand over his face every now and then. Considering the typing errors Potter made – he was upset, and very upset. He however acted as if nothing was wrong.

Of course he acted as if nothing was wrong. He always acted as if nothing was wrong.

What had upset the boy so much that he wasn't able to write without typing errors? Was he just tired and not able to concentrate? Was he in pain somehow?

Stupid question.

Of course Potter was in pain. He had broken ribs after all and unless the boy had healed himself with accidental magic, he would have troubles with them for a bit longer.

But he'd had his ribs broken yesterday too, and he the day before yesterday, and he had not written so awful then. So …

gryffidean: are you still alive, justharry?

slythadrian: hellooooooo justharry

Darkmaster: No, Gryffidean … did you forget that justharry is a vampire? Vampires are dead creatures ...

slythadrian: justharry is sleeping

Mione: no … justharry is bored dead …

slythadrian will be turned by justharry … argh … *bleed* … *die* …

justharry: wel, it was SOU who said that, slythadrian ...

justharry me innocent is ...

justharry innocent is ...

justharry and in the dark – as alwasys ...

[You have opened a private dialog to the user justharry]

Darkmaster: Good evening, Potter.

justharry: hi

Darkmaster: How are you today?

justharry: fine thanks, you?

Darkmaster: Do not lie to me. That 'fine, thanks' might work with Granger and the rest, but not with me. So, how are you?

Well, how should it be otherwise, there was no immediate answer to his question. He had known after all that it would be the same as it had been last night.

[You have a private dialog from Hermy]

Granger? Addressing him in a private dialog? Lifting his eyebrow he clicked on the message and opened the small window.

Hermy: Darkmaster?

Darkmaster: Yes?

Hermy: do you have Harry? In a dialog I mean?

Darkmaster: Yes, I actually do have him in a dialog.

Hermy: thanks. He doesn't respond to my dialog … he doesn't speak with me … and in the room he makes so many typing errors. That isn't like him. And he is so slow … and he still does not answer my dialog … I'm worried …

Darkmaster: Calm down, Granger, I do have him here and he is talking to me.

Hermy: thank you

Darkmaster: You are welcome. But as I cannot concentrate on two conversations at the same time, I will go back to Potter's dialog.

Hermy: ok. Thanks, 'til later

So, Potter refused to answer Granger's dialogs? But why then did he answer his?

Well, at least Potter had given an answer meanwhile.

justharry: tired, hungry andI hutr all over

Darkmaster: And you seem to have a knot in your fingers too.

justharry: oh … yes … sorry.

Darkmaster: No problem. Tired? Then maybe you should go to bed and sleep.

justharry: can't. I just hurt too much

Darkmaster: He did beat you again.

justharry: he doesevery day. It's not a big deal

Darkmaster: I already told you, it is wrong. Do not take it so lightly.

justharry: there's nothing I could do to prevent it anywy, so why not take it lightly

Darkmaster: You said you are hungry. Go and eat something before we go on with our conversation. I will wait.

justharry: course. I sneak down into the kitchen and get something to eat, hopeful that he woul not catch me. I never managed THAT

Darkmaster: What exactly do you mean by this? I did not say you should sneak out for food

justharry: going donw and ask him for something to eat would be my death sentence. Just like when I sneak donw to steal something to eat

Darkmaster: Stealing food?

justharry: listen, I don't know how things were at your home. and I DO know that one should nto steal. but I do plan to survive the summer

Darkmaster: I didn't mean it this way. But your uncle surely would provide you with food.

justharry: try him

Did Potter try to give him a heart attack? Surely Dursley would …

Well, maybe he wouldn't. But if he wouldn't …

Darkmaster: When was the last time you ate something?

justharry: listen, I dont wantto talk about this here every evening. I'm here to forget about it for a bit

Darkmaster: Quite understandable. And now, when was the last time you ate something?

justharry: why? Just drop it.

Darkmaster: I already gave you the answer as to why. A few nights ago. And now, when?

justharry: couldn't we just talk abuot something else fora change?

Darkmaster: When?

While he waited for an answer from Potter – quite a few minutes – he again worried about the fact that Potter wasn't even able to write one sentence without mistakes. His writing was quite – well, unacceptable. He had written quickly and without mistakes during the past evenings – aside from when he had been upset. And now – yes, Granger had been right – he was slow with his answers, not only when he stocked in them, but he was slower than usual at all and still he couldn't write more than one sentence without those blasted errors.

Was he just still tired? Was he too hungry to concentrate? How badly injured was the boy after the beating today? Had this blasted uncle of him managed a blow to his already broken ribs? Was something else the matter?

justharry: friday evening – I guess

Darkmaster: I beg your pardon?

justharry: just readit

Darkmaster: I did read it. But you are not serious, are you?

justharry: I am

Darkmaster: Those are six days!

justharry: so what?

justharry: sorry

Snape was furious again. And – again – he was tempted to just go and make a visit at number four Privet Drive. This uncle of Potter was a monster and nothing else. But that Petunia wouldn't do anything against it …

Darkmaster: This is normal to you as well, I take it?

justharry: it is normal here. So what? I canT change it, so why do you even care?

Darkmaster: Because it is NOT normal. It is cruel and it is inhuman. Your uncle seems to be a monster. And I would like to do nothing else than visiting them.

justharry: are you crazy?

Darkmaster: I mean it, Potter!

justharry: as do I. you couldn't do anything … please

Darkmaster: I could visit your uncle for example and make sure he treats you acceptable.

justharry: guess wohm he would vent his wrath on?

Darkmaster: I could make sure that he didn't.

justharry: you cuoldn'T. you don't know him. You only would stoke his anger.

Darkmaster: And you do not seem to know who I am, Potter. believe me, I could make sure.

justharry: just forget it. pLease … It woll be better tomorrow. It isn'T the first time aftera ll

Darkmaster: At least go to bed and try to sleep. Your writing gets worse from minute to minute. And that tells me enough.

justharry: I'll try

Darkmaster: Good. See that you do. I expect you tomorrow night. I want to know how you are then. And no excuses.

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For a few minutes he just paced the library in his fury.

The boy hadn't eaten for six days, for Merlin's sake!

And after the boy's comment about sneaking out food, he doubted that what he had eaten before had been a healthy meal. Nor that he'd had much before either.

Maybe the boy hadn't had anything to eat last week either?

Maybe the boy …

He had to go to Dumbledore.

And he had to go now!

But he just could not leave the lumos-net unsupervised yet incase that Potter came back. He doubted that the boy would be able to sleep just now. And he – at least he hoped – would come back online where he could distract himself. Well, Potter hopefully would try to sleep. And if he went to Dumbledore now, he maybe would be back by the time Potter decided that he could as well go back online if he couldn't sleep.

He would ask Granger to keep an eye on Potter if he came online before he was back.

[you have opened a private dialog to the user Mione]

Darkmaster: Miss Granger?

Mione: Darkmaster?

Mione: is Harry all right?

Darkmaster: Everything is as fine as it can be, Miss Granger. Will you be able to stay here for another hour?

Mione: yes, of course. I always am here 'till at least eleven or twelve

Darkmaster: Good. I want you to stay alert if Potter comes back online in case he feels himself unable to sleep. If he does, then leave him alone unless he addresses you, which he quite might. If he does, then talk to him about the weather or your favorite color, I do not care, as long as you do not mention his current situation towards him. I have an issue to solve that will keep me away for an hour I guess, and I do not want Potter to be alone here until I am back.

Mione: ok. Where do you go?

Darkmaster: That is of no concern to you, Miss Granger.

He did not even bother anymore to keep from speaking like the teacher he was. Right now he did not care if anyone of them found out. As long as they did as he said. And that meant that Granger should keep an eye on Potter should the boy come back online and that she did not address him with his current situation. At least until he came back from Albus.

'Potter

I will be away for a few minutes and I will be back around midnight. If you feel unable to sleep, then I expect you to address me. If I am not back by then, then just again try to sleep or wait until I am back. I will be online for the rest of the night as I have a few things to settle anyway so you do not have to fear you would disturb me by addressing me.

Darkmaster'

He sent the message and then turned towards the fireplace in his study, flooing to the headmaster's office.

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He was more than just upset by the time he came back to his study.

Albus again had explicitly forbidden him to take Potter out from his relative's home, had claimed that the wards around the house were still intact and would save him from errand Death Eaters as long as he wouldn't ask for help by himself as at this point the wards would fall anyway.

But who, or what – who or what would keep the boy safe from his relatives?

And again he felt the urge to just go against the headmaster. But Dumbledore had explicitly forbidden it, had even threatened him to sack him if he did. Not literally, of course not, but the meaning of Albus' words had been clear to him nevertheless.

As if he cared right now – while at the same time he had to regard his Slytherins too.

But if he got sacked, then he couldn't help those children anymore. They needed him, all of them.

As did Potter.

Running his hand over his face he went back to his computer. At first he would release Granger from her duty of Potter-watch and then he would think of something.

He snorted.

Potter-watch indeed.

This Potter-watch had become quite a term throughout the years. Some order members were watching the boy's house during the summer holidays and he always had thought how stupid it was from Dumbledore to have one out of three hundred children being watched by the order.

Now he recognized that it wasn't stupid. It was pointless – because none of the order members ever had noticed the abuse Potter went through each summer while they watched.

Granger was still online, just as he had ordered her. Potter however wasn't present.

Not yet at least.

[you have opened a private dialog to the user Mione]

Darkmaster: I am back, Miss Granger.

Mione: re Darkmaster. And thanks

Darkmaster: Now tell me, what exactly do you know about Potter's relatives? You mentioned that, from the short meetings at Kings Cross,

Darkmaster: Dursley was not a friendly man. What did you mean by this?

Mione: well, he always screams at him, and he grasps him and throws him into the car. And I know that he always sends Hedwig to Ron

Mione: during the holidays, because he fears that his uncle would kill her one day

Darkmaster: This man would kill an owl? That figures. What did Potter tell you otherwise, Miss Granger? You are his best friend. He must

Darkmaster: have told you something.

Mione: yes, one might think that he would tell us everything. But no, he didn't tell us anything concerning his relatives besides of the fact

Mione: that they hated magic and that for hated him. And owls. That he had a lot of work to do, and that he always was glad when he could

Mione: come back to Hogwarts. And that he rather was there during Christmas holidays than at home

Darkmaster: Did he tell Mr. Weasley something? Anything?

Mione: nothing else than he told me. But, I know that Mrs. Weasley always worries about him and gives him more to eat than the rest of us

Mione: when he shows up at the burrow at the end of the holidays.

Darkmaster: Anything else that would be important?

Mione: not as far as I know

Mione: you are not a student, are you? I rather guess you are a teacher

Darkmaster: Loath as I am to admit it, but - clever girl, Miss Granger. What gave me away?

Mione: I don't think that this is important, Professor Snape, if I am right. What is more important to me, will you be able to help him? I

Mione: mean, I know that you hate him, but you are here and you are talking with him a lot in those private dialogs. And you seem to

Mione: care. So I think, I can tell you that last year it was already bad, but not as bad as it seems this year.

Darkmaster: ^.~

Darkmaster: You really would trust the dungeon bat to help Potter?

Mione: you talk a lot to him, whatever reason for. And you sound as if you care. So, yes, I do think you would help him.

Darkmaster: Merlin safe me from foolish Gryffindors and their trust! But yes, I will be able to. If he allows me to help him that is.

Mione: THAT won't be easy. Can't you do anything against his wish?

Darkmaster: I could, but I would endanger the wards that are installed around his relatives' house and that keep him safe from remaining

Darkmaster: Death Eaters such as Malfoy and Co. I won't wait however much longer, so do not worry.

[You have a private dialog from justharry]

justharry: Darkmaster?

Darkmaster: Yes, Potter?

justharry: can'T sleep

justharry: it hrut too much

Darkmaster: You really have no chance to get an owl? Or any other way of mail?

justharry: no

Darkmaster: Then I cannot help you if you do not allow me to visit you.

justharry: uncle Vernon wuold kil me

Darkmaster: I could protect you from him.

justharry: just talk to me abit. That willdo

Darkmaster: I can do that. But that will not solve your problem.

justharry: I know

justharry: but it helos

Darkmaster: You are injured I take it. You are malnourished, if I should have a guess. And that for you need proper help, including potions.

justharry: I knwo that

Darkmaster: And still you do not allow me to help you.

justharry: you wouldn'T help if you visited

Darkmaster: I beg to differ, Potter.

Darkmaster: Listen, Potter. Harry. Your body will go weaker by each day being beaten and having no food.

justharry: I know

Darkmaster: How long, Potter? Harry? How long will you be able to survive those conditions?

justharry: *laugh*

Darkmaster: Potter!

justharry: sOrry

justharry: I have surviverd here sinde ten years and after that for two summers. I will survive this one too.

justharry: just talk to me … pelase?

Darkmaster: I will do so, for now. But you should know that I won't watch this forever.

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To be continued

Next time in The room of requirement

Chats, foods and Fridays …

Added author's note

thank you for reading - and yes, I would appreciate it if you took the time to review this chapter … thank you …

Reviews:

to unneeded: believe me, a lot of coaxing ... and yes, I know what you mean - it's getting frustrating, but you'll have to deal with it for a short bit longer ... thanks for yet another review, it is very much appreciated ...

to jujukitty: thanks for yet another review - and yes, once Snape takes the next step, it will get interesting ... :D ...
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