Healing Wounds
Writings
Flashback
Silent Communication
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Laying in his bed in Sirius’ and Remus’ quarters, Harry couldn’t help but think that he could not have been more wrong earlier.
It turned out horribly.
When they had gotten to the quarters in the dungeons, Madame Pomphrey had bound his arm more securely. She told both him and Regulus to clean off and change into warm, dry clothes. Eager to get the grime and blood off him from the day, Harry followed Sirius to his room which had its own ensuite. Luckily, all the rooms had ensuite’s for when Regulus poked his head in a room Harry did not remember there being last time he was down here, Regulus sighed in relief and joy at not having to wait to take a shower of his own.
While in the shower, Dobby had kindly and thankfully brought down all of Harry’s things from Gryffindor Tower, including both the Marauder's Map and his Invisibility Cloak.
When he was finally done, Harry dressed in pajamas, yet more hand-me-downs from Dudley, and made his way to the common area where he knew all the others were waiting. As he walked in, he saw Madame Pomfrey working on Regulus, whose shirt was off as the matron was scanning his chest and abdomen.
Harry’s eyes widened at the sight of his uncle’s bare skin.
Regulus’ arms were covered in bruises, along with long, deep scratches that were luckily no longer bleeding. Harry knew both were from the Inferi as they grabbed and dragged his uncle in the cave that Regulus had described before being brought through time. His throat and neck were bruised darkly, the shape of a vicious, sinister hand that Harry could feel himself. With all the injuries Harry saw on Regulus, it was that of his chest and ribs that startled him the most. Both were covered in dark and painful bruising that looked extremely tender to the touch.
As the others were too focused on Regulus, Sirius was extremely distressed at seeing his little brother so injured, it was Regulus who first caught sight of Harry.
"Hello, Harry." His uncle's eyes were kind as he gave Harry a soft smile, while quickly covering his left forearm.
Harry waved to the others in greeting with his good hand and saw as Regulus' eyes hardened dangerously as a look of contempt and disgust twisted his handsome features. Harry tugged self-consciously at the frayed hem of his nightshirt. Regulus must have noticed the change in Harry for he forcefully shoved away the disgust he felt as a smile slowly returned to his lips.
"Come Harry, sit here. Sirius, move." Regulus said as he gestured to the right side of him.
"Still so demanding." Sirius mumbled with no real heat.
Regulus ignored his brother.
Sirius threw his younger brother a look.
Regulus continued to ignore Sirius.
Sirius pouted.
Remus laughed at Sirius.
Harry made his way to Regulus' side, sitting between both Black brothers.
"When I'm done here Mr. Potter, I will be doing a deep scan on you, as requested by your father." Harry looked at his father confused.
"The deep scan will allow us to know your entire health history. It will inform us of any illnesses, deficiencies, injuries both past and present." Harry paled dramatically at his father's words.
"Is that really necces..." Harry was cut off by all three men.
"Yes." Harry couldn't help but gulp.
He understood why they wanted to do the scan, but that didn't mean he was looking forward to it. Or well, he wasn’t looking forward to what they would find.
“You have nothing to worry about, Harry. Anything we find cannot be blamed on you.” Harry wasn’t too sure about his father’s words.
“Siri is right, Harry. In the event that anything is discovered concerning the way you were treated by others, it is not your fault, as you did not ask for them to treat you in this manner. Nor did you deserve it." Regulus said soothingly.
“The only ones who have to worry are those that hurt you.” Remus finished with a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Harry knew they meant the Dursleys. Heat rose up his neck and spread across his cheeks.
“There is no shame you should feel, Harry.” Regulus said softly. Twisting his head around so fast to look at his uncle, Harry felt his neck twinge.
“Anything that is found is not a mark against you. It does not show weakness, nor does it show any failing on your part.” There’s a sad, knowing smile on Regulus’ face as he looks at Harry.
“It shows you’re a survivor and how strong you truly are. There are people who have dealt with similar circumstances and allowed it to break them. People who had been twisted up and made decisions and mistakes they would not have normally made. People who had allowed it to twist their hearts where they are more monster than human. You are none of those.” There’s a fierce pride in Regulus’ eyes that makes Harry’s eyes well up.
“You’re all the more amazing because your capacity for compassion and love is limitless. You’ve seen the worst of people and it has not stripped you of your strength or humanity.” His father’s words are filled with love.
“If anything, Harry, it has made you even more remarkable. It enabled you to not only sympathize but empathize with people and creatures from all walks of life. You instill a sense of love, loyalty, and devotion in those who come into contact with you. All for the mere fact that you treat them with respect and kindness they may have rarely or ever experienced before. That is your nature, Harry. It comes naturally to you and was not something that you were taught. This makes you all the more genuine.” Remus finished and Harry couldn’t keep the tears from sliding down his cheeks.
Sirius ran his hand through Harry’s hair, kissing his forehead. Harry couldn’t help but lean into his father’s touch.
He allowed himself a moment before drying his face with the sleeve of his shirt.
“Will Regulus be alright?” Harry asked, both wanting to know and wanting the attention off him.
“Madame Pomphrey has put me on a potion regime to heal the damage from the Emerald Potion. Severus will be tasked with making the potions as the one that I had drank is resistant to Magick. I’ve also been told that I will need to take extreme care, rest, and not to overtax myself as nearly dying, then dying, then being brought back to life, is extremely taxing, especially when being immediately thrown into another life-threatening situation, and fighting for an extended period of time.” Regulus said pleasantly and Madame Pomphrey scowled at him.
“All the other injuries, the scratches, bruising, and broken bones, will all heal with a few spells and ointments.” Regulus said nonplused.
Staring at the bruising on his uncle’s torso, Harry couldn’t help but ask.
“And the bruising there?” Harry asked as he pointed to the most severe ones.
“Three broken ribs, two on the right, one on the left, and a cracked sternum.” The answer came easily.
“Did the Inferi do that to you?” Harry asked. Next to him, Sirius stiffened, and Remus remained perfectly still.
“No.” Regulus answered slowly, as his gaze flitted nervously around the room.
“Then how?” Harry knew he was prodding but he wondered what could hurt his uncle so badly to break bones.
“The injuries were made in the attempt, and success, of saving your uncle’s life.” Madame Pomphrey said as she made a gesture with her wand at Regulus’ chest, and a pinched look crossed her patient's features before relaxing slightly.
Looking closely at the bruising, Harry saw that it was darker and more concentrated in the center of his chest. Oddly enough, it looked to be in the shape of a fist.
Wait a second…
Harry closed his left hand into a fist and hovered it over the spot.
A guilty look crossed Regulus’ face.
As Harry realized what caused the injuries, his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped.
“I did that to you!" Harry couldn’t help but yell out in shock and horror at what he had done to his uncle.
“Harry, we know you didn’t mean…” Sirius started to say next to him. At the same time Remus was talking and making his way closer.
“Wounds like these are common when performing..." Harry didn't hear Remus or Sirius as he stared at the array of dark painful colors that decorated his uncle’s body because of Harry’s actions.
Before Harry could completely spiral into a pit of guilt and despair, Regulus took hold of Harry’s chin and forced his eyes to stare into thunderclouds.
“I’m very happy to have these injuries, mon cher neveu.” Harry stared at his uncle in shock at his words.
“They show that my nephew is a smart, resourceful young man who did everything in his power to save my life. I'm extremely proud of them and I'm extremely thankful for you." The truth of those words burned in the gray eyes, as intensely as the wildest, and most captivating lightning storm.
"Besides, they give me bragging rights and teasing material." Harry knew he had an odd look on his face as he stared at Regulus in a mix of shock and confusion.
Regulus had the smarmiest look on his face that would put even Draco Malfoy to shame.
"In a room full of the most powerful and brilliant people, it was the quick thinking of my nephew that saved me." A superior look was on his regal features.
"Both Cissa and Andie are extremely smart and powerful witches, extremely adept at Healing Magicks. Madame Pomfrey is an experienced and honored Mediwitch. Severus was close to finishing his Potion Mastery last I knew, and probably became the youngest Potion Master in history, who would have had extensive training in the medical field. Sirius, as Heir to our House and one of the youngest to ever become a Hit Wizard, would have had an immense knowledge of Healing spells. Not to mention all the professors and the Headmaster." Regulus' face grew more imperious and his voice more smug the longer he went on.
"Yet, it was you, mon émeraude rare, that outsmarted them all and managed to breathe life back into me." There's a fond and loving smile on his face that lights up his face, making his eyes gleam brighter than a supernova.
"That was after you managed to save my life through time and bring me here, giving me a second chance." Regulus tenderly patted his cheek.
"So, do not fret about my injuries. They were caused by saving me from something more devastating and much more final. Do I make myself clear?" Regulus looked at Harry with his eyes as if he knew he did, but he wanted Harry to say it himself.
"Yes, Uncle Regulus." Harry said shyly and a brilliant smile lit his uncle's face.
"That's you done, dear. I'll make sure your potions are brought to you." Having forgotten about Madame Pomfrey, Harry jumped up in surprise, before quickly shrinking back at the look in her eye.
"Your turn, Mr. Potter." Harry gulped at her words. Before paling, remembering a certain incident.
"Um, Madame Pomphrey before you start can I ask for a favor?" His voice cracked in several places.
"That depends on what it is." The matron gave him a long look and Harry gulped.
"There are two injuries that I would like you to keep confidential between the two of us." Harry said hesitantly, avoiding looking at the three men.
Next to him, both Sirius and Regulus stiffened immediately.
"Harry, you know you can trust..." There wasn't any doubt about trust. He knew he could trust all three men.
"I trust you. It's just that no one knew of one of the injuries, and the other is complicated. I would rather face the fallout of it once with everyone together, and not have to go over it again and again. It'll be in the books." There was no doubt in Harry's mind that everyone would find out about both instances.
"One has already been completely healed by the best source possible, and not even a scar remains. The other, you can heal as much as you can, but I'm not sure it will be much." Madame Pomphrey gave him a long piercing look.
"Very well, Mr. Potter. Do you remember the date of both injuries?" Harry relaxed slightly at hearing her agree and nodded his head at her question.
"The first was in my second year, the day Ginny Weasley was saved from the Chamber." Harry watched as Madame Pomphrey’s eyes widen, understanding dawning on her stern, kind features.
"The second started this year, the first week of school." He could still feel the phantom of the Blood Quill carving the words in his hand.
"Started? Do you mean to tell me it's been done repeatedly to you throughout the year?" Madame Pomfrey looked a mix of outraged and shocked that a student had been hurt multiple times within Hogwarts without her knowledge.
"Yes." Harry said tightly between clenched teeth.
"Very well, Mr. Potter, but I reserve the right to inform Professor Snape if I believe he would be of help." Harry was about to object before the matron cut him off with a look.
"Professor Snape is a certified MediWizard. He is bound to confidentiality when acting as such." At that newfound knowledge, Harry nodded his head in agreement.
"Now with that sorted out, if you would please remove your shirt, and then I will perform the scan." Madame Pomphrey said, and Harry complied.
Seeing Harry struggle with his broken arm, Sirius quickly moved to help him.
Once Harry’s shirt was off, Madame Pomphrey swiftly vanished the splint and wrappings from his broken arm.
A lot of Harry’s wounds looked much like Regulus'. The biting and relentless hands of the Inferi left deep scratches and bruises on his arms and around his throat. His right shoulder was an ugly shade of purple, his right forearm the same but more vicious. The bruising was so dark and extensive that it covered the majority of his old scars. The only other injury that would be visible would be those from the Blood Quill, but Harry still had it wrapped up in a scrap he made of one of Dudley's hand-me-downs.
Madame Pomfrey waved her wand above Harry in a series of quick and complicated patterns. A sensation of warm water washed over him as parchment started to appear.
Which did not stop for some time.
A twitch appeared in Sirius' eye and Harry swore he could hear Remus growling.
Regulus was taking slow measured breaths as he fingered his wand.
When the parchment stopped, Madame Pomphrey grabbed it and quickly looked it over. The longer she scanned the contents, the darker her expression became.
Harry knew the moment when his injury from the Basilisk came up, for her eyes widened in horror and her head turned to look at him.
"This is...how can you...you should be..." It was the first time Harry had ever seen the woman unable to finish a thought.
"Fawkes." Harry answered all her questions with one word.
"What is it? Is he going to be alright?" His father started to ask anxiously as fear started to bleed into his voice.
"Calm down, Sirius. Your son was right when he said that one of his wounds was completely healed. There's no fear to be had with this one." Madame Pomphrey soothed his father as he took a deep breath and brought Harry closer to him.
Once more, Madame Pomphrey turned her attention to the parchment. The further she went down the brighter the fire in her eyes became.
Finally, she got to the end of the parchment and Harry knew when she'd seen it. Her entire body became rigid. Her face was far from the kind yet stern and fire breathing mothering it usually was.
"I don't care which one of you does it, but one of you will send a Patronus to Severus and inform him I need his assistance. Now." A shiver ran down Harry’s spine at the menacing hissing order Madam Pomphrey gave through clenched teeth.
Without so much as a heartbeat passing, his father quickly whipped out his wand and followed the order.
Everyone sat in tense silence as they waited for Professor Snape to arrive.
Less than two minutes had passed, when Remus jumped up, made his way to the door, and opened it right as the Potion Master appeared. Making his way into the quarters without stopping, the Professor quickly made his way to the matron.
"Madam Pomphrey?" Professor Snape asked.
"I performed a deep scan on Mr. Potter and have found something that I need your assistance with considering its nature. It was requested by the patient that the nature of the injury be kept confidential for the time being." Madam Pomphrey explained as she handed the parchment over and pointed to a specific spot.
Harry watched as the Head of Slytherin House scanned the spot. A second later, eyes black as obsidian stared into emerald, cold fury so intense Harry could feel ice make its way up his spine.
"If you three would give us the room. Now." Professor Snape demanded and it was a testament to everything that happened today that his father did not fight it.
The three men rose and walked to the kitchen. A few seconds after they were out of sight, Snape waved his wand and whispered a spell under his breath. Harry heard a quiet curse before the sound of buzzing filled his ears.
"Now we do not have to worry about being overheard by the wolf and overgrown dog." Harry forgot all about Sirius' and Remus' enhanced hearing.
"Let me see." The Professor demanded and Harry unwrapped the makeshift bandage.
Once he was done, Professor Snape gently took the mutilated hand in his as he knelt down in front of Harry. Careful of the broken arm, he looked over the carved words, examining them.
"For the wounds to be this extensive, you would not have only been exposed to a Blood Quill on a number of occasions, but those occasions would have been extremely long. A length of time that could not be easily explained. So, my question is, who and how was someone able to get you for an extended period of time without raising any suspicion?" The full force and complete attention of the black eyes were directly pinned on Harry. They were like a black hole, consuming all in their path, bending the universe to their will.
"As I recall, a large part of your free time at the start of term was spent in detention with..." The Professor cut himself off, a look of rage and understanding crossing his pale features.
"Tell me, Mr. Potter, exactly what did Umbridge have you do during her detentions?" Black eyes bore into Harry's and Harry quickly looked away from the too knowing orbs.
"Mr. Potter, if Umbridge was harming you, why didn't you speak to the professors or the Headmaster?" There was an unknown emotion in the man's voice.
"With the power she was accumulating, there was nothing either you or the other professors could do about it, and the Headmaster wouldn't even look me in the eyes let alone acknowledge my existence since this summer. So, tell me, what would you or any of the others have been able to do to help me?" Harry couldn't help but snarl, feeling the past anger, pain, and toll those detentions took on his body.
"Besides, I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of me complaining to someone and her finding out. It would have only made everything worse." He continued once he got his anger under control.
The Professor stared long and intently into Harry’s eyes.
“And how many others have been forced to endure those same detentions, Mr. Potter?" The words were a slap in the face for Harry. He knew if Professor Snape had hit him, he’d be less surprised and thrown off than with the question he asked.
“I have worked long and tirelessly to cultivate a trusting relationship with my Slytherins as Head of House. How many do I need to worry about who feel as if they cannot come to me if a teacher is maliciously harming them?” The look in the Potion Master’s eye burns Harry inside out. It makes him feel naked and exposed, as if the man can see every part of him, every thought that runs through his mind.
“I don’t think that she would have done anything to the Slytherins, Professor. They’re her favorites.” Harry said softly unable to meet the man’s eyes.
“That’s beside the point, Harry.” Harry’s head snapped up to look at the man's use of his name.
“We can’t know that for certain. What about other Houses? What about your fellow Gryffindors? You may allow yourself to suffer but will you allow others to suffer?” That hit even harder than Professor Snape’s earlier question.
“We keep Murtlap Essence available in the Gryffindor common room.” The dark clad man looked as though one of his questions had been answered.
"Ah, so there are other students.” Harry nodded his head in confirmation.
“Only in Gryffindor from what I’m aware. I don’t think she would have gone after any Slytherins because most of them have connections within the Ministry and Pureblood circles. Neither would she go after Hufflepuff.” At the man’s raised eyebrow Harry explained his reasoning.
“Susan is a Hufflepuff. Everyone knows that Amelia is her aunt and that she raised Susan. If Susan found out about anyone in Hufflepuff being forced to do lines with a Blood Quill, there’s no way the Head of the DMLE wouldn’t find out about it. Umbridge wouldn’t want that to happen. And the Ravenclaws may be unhappy with her teaching, but they wouldn’t do anything to get on her wrong side and get detention with her. Instead, they could use that time for independent study for everything that she isn't teaching. " Professor Snape stared at Harry for a while after Harry had finished speaking.
“It seems you’ve given this matter a bit of thought.” Snape drawled although there was a light in his eye that Harry could not place.
“It’s been known to happen every now and then.” Harry said making one corner of Snape’s mouth tick up in a sort of smile.
“Very well, Harry. I will stay silent on the matter.” Harry released a relieved breath.
“But when the time comes, as it undoubtably will, and everyone finds out what has taken place in those detentions, it will be your job to make sure the three in there do not find themselves in a cell in Azkaban for killing her.” Harry blanched at the Professor’s words to the humor of the Professor.
“Sir, you don’t think they will really try to do anything, do you?” It was undeniable that they would be upset, but Harry never thought they would truly go that far.
Professor Snape gave him a bland look and Harry felt his stomach drop.
“You are aware that Regulus was a Death Eater. He never committed any crimes while in the Dark Lord’s service. He was too soft, too good to inflict any pain on innocent people. People who hurt those he loves are not innocent. He is as much a Black as his brother and Blacks are vindictive and sadistic when it comes to those who harm theirs. Regulus may not have done any of the terrible things the other Death Eaters had. However, that doesn't mean he doesn't know how.” It was nearly impossible to imagine his young uncle doing anything to hurt anyone who wasn’t actively trying to kill him. Most of the time Harry spent around Regulus, he found his uncle to be soft spoken with a small soft smile, and shy. The only time he wasn’t was when talking to his older brother.
“The wolf, you are pack to him, his cub. The man was extremely protective of both your fathers, and you are much more precious to him. He may be the calm and level-headed one but when one of his is threatened, when one of his is harmed, the wolf and the man are one. There is no line he will not cross for his pack.” The night of the Shrieking Shack came to mind. In all the horror and chaos at finding out the truth, in finding that Sirius was innocent of everything and that it was Pettigrew. That Pettigrew was alive. Remus stood tall and calm with his wand pointing at his once friend steadily, his hand not shaking a fraction, his voice pleasant when they were planning on ending the traitor's life.
The words the Professor spoke were nothing but truth.
“Your father…I need not tell you what the man is capable of when it comes to you. There is nothing in this world that he would not do to protect you, to avenge a slight against you." Harry knew Snape was right. He knew that his father loved him fiercely. Even after escaping Azkaban as he had and the condition he was in, he still showed there were no lengths he would not take to ensure that Harry was taken care of.
“You think I should at least tell them?” Harry asked, already knowing the answer.
“I do not believe any good will come from having it sprung up on them during the readings.” Professor Snape answered.
“I understand not wanting the other professors to be made aware. Once they know, everyone will know. It is distressing enough that your life will be revealed in extreme detail to everyone here for the foreseeable future. Not wanting to air one thing that happened to you before it comes out in the book is logical for someone who has been through as much as you.” There was a deep understanding in the man’s eyes that hurt Harry to look at but was comforting in the knowledge that he truly did get it.
“Not telling those closest to you, those who love you most, what was done to you, and having them find out along with everyone else does not benefit anyone." Closing his eyes in resignation, Harry knew the Potion Professor was right.
"If I tell them now, will you help me calm them down, and make sure they don't end up in Azkaban?" Harry asked hopefully.
"If you also include a list of all the students you're aware of who had detention with Umbridge, then yes, I will help you." A slight smirk was on the man's lips as he knew he had the upper hand.
"Deal." Harry agreed.
"Maybe it would help if we were able to do something about his hand." Madam Pomphrey said and Harry looked at the Professor who was staring at the injured hand and shaking his head.
"Unfortunately, there is nothing that can be done. The Murtlap Essence was smart and also the only thing that could be used for this. Seeing as Mr. Potter had already done so himself, there is nothing else I could do." There was true regret in his eyes as the Professor continued to examine Harry’s hand.
"It is safe for you to carry on and remove the bones in his right arm and hand." Harry jumped slightly in alarm at the words.
"Remove my bones?! You mean vanish them?! Like Lockhart?! Absolutely not!" That night during second year was painful and uncomfortable for Harry as his bones had to regrow.
"The bone in your forearm is shattered. The Blood Quill had carved so deeply into your hand that it had carved into part of your bone. The result of that left a series of micro fractures throughout your hand. It would be better and easier if all the damaged bones were vanished and regrown." Madam Pomphrey explained as patiently as she could while Harry looked at her with mounting horror.
When he looked at Professor Snape and saw the man nod at her words Harry deflated in defeat.
Harry didn't know what he was looking forward to less, telling his family about the detentions or having his bones vanished.
Professor Snape gave him a look that said he knew what Harry was thinking.
Harry scowled at him.
"Shall I take the spell down and inform the others that their presence is required?" Professor Snape asked and Harry nodded his head as he wrapped the scrap of bandage around his hand once more.
With a flick of Professor Snape's wand and a call for the others, Sirius, Remus, and Regulus quickly came back over.
"Is everything alright?" His father asked worriedly as he helped Regulus sit comfortably on the lounge.
"It was pointed out to me that it would be much better if I told you how I got one of my injuries, rather than having you find out along with everyone else during the reading." Harry said slowly as he looked at the others.
"Before I tell you though, there's something that you three must promise me." Harry watched as all their backs straightened and they leaned forward.
"Anything, Harry. I just need to know that you're alright." Sirius said and Harry heard similar agreements from Regulus and Remus.
"You have to promise me you'll stay calm. That you won't do anything stupid or reckless or something that can get you thrown into Azkaban. You can't say anything to anybody who doesn't know. You can't go after the person who did it." Harry stared at them, his eyes hard and showing how much he meant what he said.
Seeing his father open his mouth to say something, Harry gave him a look, effectively making him snap his mouth shut.
"Promise me. All three of you. I need to know I can trust you all with this." His words were forceful and pleading.
"Of course, Harry. I promise." His father said and Harry felt his shoulders slump slightly.
"As do I. I promise." His uncle said as he stared into Harry's eyes showing the truth of his words.
Harry watched as Remus worked the muscle in his jaw as his teeth clenched then unclenched. It took a few moments longer but finally the man nodded his head.
"It won't be easy, but I promise you, cub. You have my word." At that, Harry fell further into his seat, a heavy weight lifted from him.
"Madam Pomphrey will need to vanish the bones in my arm and hand. My forearm was shattered by the Inferi. My hand has a series of micro fractures from another injury. The best option is to have the bones regrown." All three nodded along after wincing slightly at hearing that he would have to have his bones vanished.
Easy part explained, now comes the difficult part.
"The micro fractures were caused by an injury that was sustained over many days, each day for an extended period of time." Harry started slowly, unable to look at anything but the fire burning in the grate.
"The wound became so deep that it cut and carved into bone, leaving fractures throughout my hand." Harry started to slowly unwrap the bandage once more.
"I got it when I was in detention with Umbridge, and she had me write lines." With that Harry removed the covering to reveal what was underneath.
'I must not tell lies.' Stared back at all in the room.
The room was silent. The only thing Harry heard was a ringing in his ears.
Suddenly he felt his father cradle his hand, a blank look on his face as his eyes stared at the words. Slowly Sirius' breathing started becoming heavier and heavier by the second.
Without warning, the fire in the grate leapt up as sparks flew out, and glass started shattering everywhere. In a blink of an eye Sirius had gently placed Harry's hand down, gotten up and was already at the door when Harry realized what had happened.
"Sirius! You promised!" Harry shouted as he stood up, fear for his father and what he planned to do clawing at every fiber of him.
Sirius stopped but Harry could tell that the struggle to keep walking was a fierce battle within his father.
"Dad, please!" Harry cried brokenly, not realizing that he had fallen back down on the couch.
“It’s okay, I’m here, Harry. I promise. See, I’m still here. Me, Reggie, and Remus are with you. We’re with you, Harry.” His father held Harry in his arms, strong and tender with so much love. He held Harry like he was the most precious thing in the world, unwilling to ever let go. Harry clutched on to his father with all the strength he had left.
“I’m so sorry, Harry. I’m sorry. I’m here.” Harry knew his father meant it. He knew how hard it was for him not to follow through with whatever he was planning to do when he left.
But he didn’t leave.
He stayed.
He kept his promise.
Now, he was holding Harry as if there was nowhere else he would rather be.
“Thank you, Dad.” Harry sniffled into his father’s neck.
“There’s no reason to thank me, Harry.” His father said as he ran soothing hands up and down his back, and through his hair.
“I made you a promise. I’m only doing what I promised. I’m sorry I failed at first.” The loving voice of his father broke at saying he failed.
"You didn't leave though, you're still here." That’s all that matters to Harry.
“I love you.” Harry whispered and heard Sirius sob.
“I love you too, son.” His dad said and Harry felt it to his bones.
It was a few moments later when Sirius pulled back to place a kiss on his forehead, something Harry has grown to love and look forward to, before drying off his face.
Harry felt another hand run its fingers through his hair and saw Regulus sitting on the other side of him.
“You were smart to have us promise you, Harry. Seeing such a wound on you is no easy thing. Knowing the person who caused it is so very close would be too tempting for any of us not to take advantage of. It would have been too difficult not to do something about it. It is my sincere hope that you understand that our anger is not directed at you. Our desire to punish those who have harmed you so cruelly is not as a result of us being awful people, but as a result of our inability to stand watching those we love to suffer and not intervene.” Regulus stared into Harry’s eyes imploringly, gripping his left forearm as he urged him to see the truth of his words.
“I know that Regulus. I know that you’re all good people who just want to protect me. I’d do the same for any of you.” Harry said and Regulus gave Harry a sweet smile.
Harry felt a kiss being placed gently on his scarred hand. He was surprised to see Remus holding it as he sat on the table, his knees barely an inch from Harry’s.
“You truly are too good, Harry. There is no way you would do the same things we would if the roles were reversed, and that is not a bad thing at all. You have a light within you that not many people have. It shows that no matter what you will always rise above everything, even your own feelings, and do what you think is best. That you will do what is right. Your heart is so compassionate that if given the opportunity, you would offer Voldemort a chance to change and redeem himself.” Gold stared into emerald and Harry saw the love and pride burn in the man’s eyes, putting the sun to shame.
“Let’s get you healed now, alright?” Remus said as he gave Harry one last kiss to the forehead before moving to allow Madam Pomphrey to get started on healing Harry.
"I will vanish the bones and give you the Skelegrow. We will not have a repeat of last time." Madam Pomphrey said with a mock glare as Harry’s face burned as he remembered his initial reaction to the vial potion.
"Last time?" Regulus asked, face blank besides a slight twitch in his left eye.
"My second year. It'll be in the books." Harry replied, not looking forward to relieving the experience.
"Yes, Sirius and Remus had filled me in a bit about things and explained these books we are to read. I can't say I'm looking forward to it as I can tell its contents will be quite difficult to hear." His uncle said with a look of concern to Harry.
"You and me both." Harry couldn't help but agree.
"That does not instill confidence." His uncle's voice was sullen, and Harry smiled at the pout he saw on his young uncle’s face.
Before anything else was said, Madam Pomphrey gave directions to follow before vanishing his bones. Harry felt a slight sense of relief at the sudden loss of pain. That is, until a dose of Skelegrow was put in front of his face with an order to drink.
Looking much as his uncle did only a few moments earlier, sullen with a pout on his face, making the adults in the room laugh quietly, Harry downed the potion in one go.
Yep, just as vile as he remembered.
When Madam Pomphrey was satisfied with his arm, she brought the parchment listing all of Harry’s injuries back out.
Harry stared at it with dread.
"Don't worry Mr. Potter. I obscured the other injury you wished to keep quiet." Harry saw Snape’s eyebrow raise in question.
Harry ignored him.
"Definitely a Black." The Professor mumbled under his breath.
Next to him, Regulus started shaking in silent laughter.
It seems that the other Slytherin saw it and gave the man a beautiful, blinding smile. Harry saw his Professor stare in a stunned trance at his uncle.
"Oh, brilliant. It's like we've been brought back twenty years into the past with those two." Sirius grouched to Remus.
Remus laughed at his friend's plight.
"Oh, hush Sirius." Sirius was lightly scolded by his younger brother.
"Based on Severus' reaction to me being back, it shows that something is still there for him. You said yourself you didn't think he had been with anyone and definitely isn't with anyone currently. For me, it was yesterday when I was last with him. Do you honestly believe I would not test the waters with him?" Regulus said as two thunderstorms clashed as both Black brothers stared at each other.
"And do not think for one moment that I will allow the same scorn and malice to be thrown at Severus by my overprotective, bullheaded brother. This is a chance for a second life." The passion in Regulus was bright and burning as he spoke to his brother.
"I love Severus. I love you. Please, knowing you are behind me on this would mean everything." Tears sprung from his uncle's eyes and a surge of protectiveness roared within Harry.
It was more than strange that his uncle loved and wanted to be with Professor Snape. Harry couldn't wrap his head around it. Especially considering the less than friendly relationship Harry and the man had shared throughout his time at Hogwarts.
But he wanted his uncle to be happy.
"Sirius." Harry said giving his father a quelling look.
"But the age difference..." Sirius trailed off helplessly.
"Regulus betrayed Voldemort and would have died. Professor Snape is risking his life to be the Order's spy and betraying Voldemort. There may be a bit of an age difference now, but what they have suffered through no one else can understand but the both of them. That alone bonds them together." Harry said as he narrowed his eyes at his father.
Sirius looked between Harry, Regulus, and Professor Snape, and gave a dramatic sigh.
"Of course, I want you to be happy, Reggie. I don't have a problem with you being with Snape. The two of us recently came to an understanding. It's just...you're my baby brother and I'm supposed to protect you. I won't fail you again. If the two of you want to be together, you have my blessing." Sirius said and a beautiful, sweet smile bloomed on Regulus' face, making one appear on Harry's father’s as well.
"You never failed me, Siri." Regulus said with a heartbroken expression at hearing that Sirius could ever think suck a thing.
"Yes, I have but we can talk about my failings as a brother another time. Right now, let's find out about Harry." The dread returned tenfold.
"I prefer this conversation." Harry said quickly.
Everyone ignored him.
"As you can see, the first fifteen months of his life were all pretty normal. There's the Blood Adoption and the usual bumps and scrapes from a baby turning toddler starting to move around on their own." Madam Pomphrey said as the other men huddled around her to follow along.
"This would be the night when Voldemort attacked. It seems that there was a protection placed on Harry before he was hit with the Killing curse." Harry felt a stab of pain hearing Madam Pomphrey unknowingly confirm a suspicion he had. It seems his mother's sacrifice was more than what Harry originally believed.
"The same night, it looks as though something attached itself to Harry." Madam Pomphrey said, worry and confusion in her voice.
"What does that mean?" His father asked tightly, worry marring every inch of his face.
"I'm not sure. Whatever it was, it was infinitesimally small. Yet extremely Dark, extremely Black Magick." Out of everyone's reaction, it was Regulus' that scared Harry the most.
His uncle had become deathly still, his chest no longer rising and falling, as the blood drained from his face. He stared at Harry with a mix of horror and tortured misery. His grey eyes were wide as they scanned his face before landing on the lightning bolt scar.
"Luckily, whatever it is, is dormant and not harming him in any way." Madame Pomphrey finished. Regulus took in a deep shuddering breath.
"The years following that night are.... troubling to say the least." The matron then delved into detail about the years Harry had spent under the Dursley's care.
Needless to say, Harry had to stop several murder attempts and would now be put on a strict potion regime to combat the lack of care his relatives provided.
Now, Harry laid in his bed staring at the ceiling. With everything that had happened within the last twenty-four hours sleep was failing him. More so, it was the look of abject horror on his Uncle Regulus' face that Harry could not stop thinking about.
Taking another deep breath Harry rolled on his side and tried to force himself to sleep.
It didn't work.
Releasing an annoyed breath, Harry rolled onto his other side facing the door and screwed his eyes shut tightly.
When Harry heard a creak, he opened his eyes and saw Regulus' face peeking in, illuminated by the warm light of the living room.
"I hope I didn't wake you. May I come in?" His voice was soft as he stared at Harry hopefully.
"Of course. And you didn't wake me. Even with how tired I am, I can't fall asleep." Harry said as he sat up and moved to make room for Regulus.
Regulus sat on the edge of the bed and gave Harry a smile before a look of deep thought crossed his face.
Unable to keep quiet any longer, Harry said what had been on his mind.
"You know, don't you? What the Magick is that attached itself to me?" Harry asked, and Regulus froze.
It took some time before his uncle replied.
"I believe I may know what it is, but I cannot be certain." Before Harry could ask what, Regulus pushed on.
“I know you wish to know, and you have every right as it concerns you, but I wish to be certain before I inform you, your father, and Remus.” Even though Regulus said he wanted to wait to tell Harry, Harry couldn’t find it in himself to get angry at his young uncle. He wasn’t keeping information about Harry to himself because he didn’t believe Harry could handle it. He was doing so because he wanted to make sure it was right.
Harry could understand and appreciate that.
“We will be starting to read about your life and time at Hogwarts tomorrow, yes?” Regulus asked and Harry nodded his head in answer.
"If I hear anything during the readings that lends credence to my theory, I will inform you of what I believe may have attached itself to you that night." Is that alright with you?” The grey eyes of his uncle were earnest and honest, and Harry found himself easily agreeing.
“It’s bad though, whatever it is you think it is. You’re scared.” Harry said for Regulus’ earlier reaction left no doubt about that fact in Harry’s mind.
Heaving a deep sigh Regulus cradled Harry’s good hand in both of his.
“I do not wish to lie to you, Harry. Yes, it is bad, and yes, I am scared. Although, I wish you to know that it is not you I fear. It is the possibility that I am right and what that will mean. Regardless, I want you to know and understand what I am about to say." Grey eyes pierced into emerald, and Harry would not be able to look away, even if his life depended on it.
"You are not alone. You will never be alone." Regulus said as though his words were carved into stone. It was a promise that should never be doubted.
"If what I suspect is true, it will frighten you no doubt, but know that we will move mountains for you. We Blacks are the most persistent people and once we put our minds to something, we do not stop until we get what we want." The passion in Regulus' voice is an eternal fire that warms Harry, making him feel safe.
"We may have only met a few hours ago, but what I wish for you, my dear nephew, is to live a long and happy life. To be able to live your days without worries or fear. Healthy and whole and untouched by this Magick that latched itself to you. By Merlin, I will do everything in my power to make that happen." His uncle's eyes were like lightning. He spoke with words that carried millions of volts from the heavens in order to strike and carve his intent.
"You will also have your father and there is not a single thing he cannot accomplish when he puts his mind to it. And when it comes to you, there is nothing he won't do for you." Harry knew that the words Regulus spoke about his father were true. His father has proven it time and time again.
"Remus is one of the greatest minds of my generation and that man loves you like his own." Again, Harry knew the truth of that statement. Remus had done everything he could to protect Harry since his third year.
"Not to mention everyone else who loves and cares about you, Harry. You have many people who will stop at nothing to keep you safe." Images of Fred, Ron, Hermione, the Weasleys, Tonks' and others flashed through Harry’s mind, and he couldn't help the sniffle that escaped at the thought of all of them. He had come so far from the lonely orphan boy locked in the cupboard under the stairs.
"So, I do not want you to fear what may be. I want you to focus on all those who love you, who will do anything for you. Promise me that, Harry." Regulus held Harry’s chin with one hand, the other running lovingly through his hair as Regulus looked at him with soft eyes that held so much care and affection.
Harry nodded his head unable to speak for the tears in his eyes were too close to falling. Regulus understood and brought Harry into his arms, hugging him tightly.
Pulling back, Regulus cradled Harry's cheek as he adoringly scanned his face.
"You are so very loved, Harry. Always remember that." His uncle said as he stroked Harry’s cheek. A moment later, Regulus stood up and fixed the covers over Harry. Making sure that Harry was covered and warm, no part of him was able to feel the chill of the dungeons.
When he was done, he kissed Harry's head and made his way to leave.
Harry blushed at realizing that his uncle who was technically only a few years older than Harry himself had just tucked him into bed.
Before Regulus got to the door to leave, Harry called out to his uncle.
"Regulus." Harry said and Regulus turned to look back at him.
"You're loved too, you know. I'm happy you're here." Regulus smiled so sweetly at Harry it made him ache at the fate that would have awaited his uncle.
A young man who was barely more than a boy. Quiet and shy, filled with soft sweet smiles for those closest to him. Fierce in his love and protectiveness.
"I'm happy I'm here as well. Goodnight, Harry." Regulus said softly.
"Goodnight, Regulus." Harry said before Regulus closed the door lightly behind him.
Lying in bed by himself once more, something eased inside Harry after speaking to Regulus.
Unfortunately, after a few minutes of lying down with his eyes closed, sleep still eluded Harry. Even with how exhausted he was a part of him felt restless.
That part was itching to get out and walk around the castle.
Harry looked towards the bedroom door trying to make a decision.
Remembering that he had the Marauder's Map and his Cloak the decision was easy. Quickly rifling through his things, Harry soon spotted both items and grabbed them.
Putting the Cloak on and with both his wand and Map in hand, Harry made his way to the door. Before he could open it, he stopped suddenly.
Harry recalled when Regulus came into his room a few minutes earlier and how the door gave his uncle away by squeaking. There was no way both Sirius and Remus wouldn't hear his door opening, especially with their enhanced hearing. Harry quickly cast a Silencing charm on the door. A second later he cast another one on his shoes for good measure.
Slowly, Harry cracked open his door, relieved not to hear anything from the door's hinges. Peaking his head out, Harry saw a light shining under Sirius' door. Remus' door was slightly open and completely dark. Regulus' door was shut and with no light coming from underneath.
Harry figured that both Marauders were in Sirius' room talking. Regulus likely went to sleep after speaking with Harry. He figured his young uncle needed rest after everything he had been through and everything he had learned from the other men about the time between he entered the cave until now.
Quickly and quietly, Harry stepped out of his room and closed the bedroom door behind him. Making it to the door leaving the quarters, Harry whispered as quietly as possible the Silencing charm on the door. Waiting a full minute to make sure he wasn't heard before holding his breath as he slowly opened the door.
Not one creak or squeak.
Harry made his way out the door, closing it behind him. He was down the hall before he released the breath he was holding, sighing in relief.
Now that Harry was in the clear, he simply took the map out of his pocket and tapped the cover with his wand.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to know good." Harry intoned and watched as the map came to life.
Quickly finding his spot on the map, Harry saw that he was alone and didn't have to worry about walking into anyone right now. Knowing he was safe Harry turned the corner with no plan in mind, just walking wherever his feet took him. It wasn't long before Harry noticed a large number of names grouped together not far from where he was. Considering how late it was and how tired they all should be, Harry was intrigued.
A thought came to mind that seemed crazy.
Harry looked at the Map again and saw a certain name that caught his attention as he remembered earlier.
With everything that happened, Harry never got a chance to personally check.
Crazy or not, Harry decided to do it anyway.
Honestly, he thought he should've felt more anxiety, more fear. Today changed that though.
With quick steps and a few turns, Harry quickly made it to his destination.
"Mischief Managed." Harry said and saw as the Map once again became a blank piece of parchment. Quickly he took off and folded the Cloak and put both in his pajama pants pocket.
Smiling at the memory of Regulus transfiguring Dudley's hand-me-downs into something that was warm and comfortable and fitted him perfectly. The nightshirt was an emerald green button-down with black buttons. The pants were black with pinstripes the same color as his shirt. Both had gold and silver piping. Regulus had also transfigured a pair of old socks into emerald green slippers whose insides were lined with black fur that kept Harry’s feet comfortable and warm.
Out of his entire transfigured outfit, it was his slippers that he loved the most. He had never had a pair of shoes that were so warm and comfortable.
With his Cloak and Map securely in his pocket, Harry picked his hand up and knocked on the stone wall.