Silent Suffering

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'Thoughts'

::Parseltongue::

::Parseltongue Spell::

"BOY!" Harry flinched at the harsh word that came so angrily from his Uncle. The last week of vacation before he left for school was always the worst, but it was the last day. Tomorrow they would have to bring him to King's Cross and he would be able to finally get away. Harry never wanted to think about them again.

As quickly as possible, Harry found his uncle sitting his obscenely large ass on the couch, watching the telly with Dudley. Harry stood at the side of the couch, his hands folded in front of him with his eyes facing directly to the floor. He knew that he was less likely to get yelled at in this position for any sort of attitude and they were less likely to just have the urge to beat him.

"Yes, Master?" Harry said softly, not wanting to invoke his temperament when it was still early in the evening. He couldn't wait for Hogwarts because he could feel that he was on the verge of passing out from blood loss and starvation. He knew that the only thing keeping him alive at the moment was his magic, forcing his organs to continue doing their jobs.

Harry flinched harshly as he was taken out of his thoughts by his uncle's angry voice "Get me a drink, boy. Dinner better be almost ready," the whale of a man sneered at the fragile boy.

"Of course, Master," Harry replied before skittering off to the kitchen. He had already taken the chicken out of the oven. All he had to do now was carve it and it would be ready.

He quickly grabbed a bottle of scotch and poured a glass. He went back into the living room and held it out to his uncle. Harry watched in horror as his uncle reached for the glass, but missed it, causing the glass to tumble to the floor, spilling the contents everywhere and shattering the glass.

Harry's body went stiff with fear when his Vernon stood up. The large man's face was beat red and he looked so angry that Harry thought that the man might actually kill him tonight.

"Look what you've done now, boy," he spat the term at the young wizard, resulting in a violent flinch. He knew tonight would not be easy. 

When Harry woke up, he looked down to find himself in the same clothes that he had worn all week and found that he was actually locked inside of the cupboard under the stairs, once again. Vernon must have threw him in there after he had passed out during his punishment. Harry lay there and tried to figure out what hurt the most. His right ankle was definitely broken, major wounds all over his body- though primarily on his chest and back- an old burn wound on his left shoulder which was now dislocated, a broken nose, broken ribs on his left and right side, and overall pain throughout his body.

After accounting for all of his injuries, Harry fell into a light sleep as he was already extremely faint. He was woken up by his Aunt unlocking the door and sneering down at him, "I will make breakfast today. Go use the bathroom and try to clean yourself up before Vernon brings you to the train. And for goodness sake, do not do anything to infuriate him."

Harry stumbled his way into the bathroom and found that he actually looked quite a bit better than he had originally thought, though that was only his face. Even though his creature inheritance had fixed his eyesight, he still had to wear his old glasses, with regular glass, in order to pretend everything was the same. Of course, that meant that his glasses were now broken anyways and in his pocket. Without the glasses on, the bruising around his right eye and the broken nose were much more prominent.

Carefully, Harry lifted up his sweater to his armpits with his right hand and tried not to gag at the injuries from the week. On his chest and back, he had various types of burn marks, along with a plentiful amount of bruises, knife, whip, and belt marks littering his body. Not wanting to look at his body any longer, Harry gently pulled the sweater back down.

When he walked out, he found that Vernon had just grabbed his keys and then proceeded to drag him out to the car. Dursley threw Harry into the backseat and drove off into London. As they passed the property lines, Harry sighed a breath of relief as he felt his magic return to him.

Not wanting to throw up another glamour while still in the car with his uncle, Harry decided he would wait until he left.

The car ride there was silent and uncomfortable. When the car stopped outside of King's Cross Station, Harry got out and watched as it sped away. He hobbled across the street and into a short alleyway. Making sure that nobody had seen him, he took out his trunk and unshrunk it.

Harry removed his muggle wallet and a long black cloak from the trunk and re-shrunk it before putting it back into his pocket. He hung the cloak over his arm before leaving the alley and entering a little pharmacy. He knew that he should just head straight for the train as he was not mentally prepared for the number of people and the crowds that he would be around. He was too jumpy to be in such a public place, but there was nothing else that he could.

When Harry walked in and grabbed a small basket, he noticed all of the looks he was getting for his rough appearance and odd blood splatter on his sweater and trousers, but decided to ignore them and focus on finding someone who worked there instead of wandering the store looking aimlessly. Slowly, he made his way up to the counter and saw a tall young dark skinned man with a name tag on. Thankfully, he not only worked there, but looked like an extremely friendly guy- not someone Harry felt the needed to cower away from, though he did just that.

"Um, excuse me, sir, but could you possibly help me find what I'm looking for? I'm sorry to be a bother," Harry said as he stared down at the counter waiting for the man to respond.

"Sure, no problem, man. What are you looking for? Though from the way you look it seems a little obviously you may need a doctor," the guy, Randall, said as he walked around the counter towards Harry. The shorter boy flinched when he realized the proximity of the other male.

"Uhmm- I need some antibacterial cream, ACE (elastic) bandages, gauze, tape, burn cream, and Ibuprofen- or really any anti-inflammatory that you sell," Harry spoke timidly, realising that perhaps he should have tried to find it on his own instead of basically telling this stranger exactly how injured he is.

As Harry stared at the ground in front of him, he missed the worried looks that Randall was giving him. "Sure, I can help you find that stuff. It's all in the back aisle," the man said easily enough.

They both started walking to the back, with Harry trying to avoid jostling his broken bones as much as possible. The more he walked on his ankle, the harder it was for him to bite back the screams of pain that wanted to tear through him. He knew he would have to wait until on the train to at least cast a spell to properly bandage and splint it up. It would take him at least 3 days to be able to brew the skele-grow.

They reached the isle and the Randall watched as Harry picked out the stuff he needed. Harry had already placed 3 ACE bandages, the 5 largest rolls of gauze they had, and 2 tubes of anti-bacterial cream. "Hey, man are you okay? You look a little beaten up, and this stuff sort of indicates that you're injured pretty bad. I can... also tell that though your right ankle seems fucked up, you're still favoring your right side which means that your left side has got to be even more injured. Plus you're nose is broken and you've got a black eye. I can drive you to the hospital if you want?" the man said quietly and touched the smaller boys back gently.

Harry flinched violently at the man's touch and let a small whimper escape. He knew he shouldn't have come in, but he desperately needed these supplies before the train left. Thank merlin that his uncle actually dropped him off obscenely early.

Randal's eyes widened at the harsh flinch the emaciated boy gave at such a soft touch while Harry spoke quickly and threw the rest of his items hastily into the basket, "N-no, I'm sorry, sir. I'm fine. I just really need to be catching my train."

"Alright, alright. Let me just ring you out," Randal said as they walked back to the front of the store.

Harry made his purchases and left the store, sliding back into the alley. He slipped on his cloak and put the hood up, making sure that no one could see his face. This black cloak was special because there was a spell woven into the hood that made one's face appear as just a black mass- like a shadow. Just to be sure, Harry also put up a glamour to cover his facial wounds. Slowly, he limped his way over to the station and through platform 9 3/4.

Once Harry was through, he looked up to see how many people were around and noticed just who was standing against one of the far pillars: Remus, Padfoot, Bill, Charlie, George, Fred, and Hermione. Harry knew that he had done nothing to cover his scent so Remus and Padfoot would most definitely be able to smell that he had shown up in at most 45 seconds. Padfoot had just turned around to bark at Remus, obviously having pestered him all morning, when he froze along with Moony. They both scanned the area and Harry took the immediate chance to get onto the train and hide in a compartment where he could still see the platform.

He loved them all, but he was in no state to see any of them. At least not until he patched himself up. They would all notice he was injured and his two honorary parents would absolutely smell the blood and most likely infection coming from him.

Harry set up wards on the door so that he would be alerted should anyone even try to touch the door of the compartment he was in. They also couldn't see inside and should they try to enter they will receive a nasty shock and remember they had to be somewhere else.

Harry took off his sweater and trousers and got to work. The first thing he did was take 4 ibuprofen and then cast a spell to bandage and splint his ankle. He then wrapped his left wrist with the ACE bandage. Next, Harry spelled the anti-bacterial and burn cream onto all of his wounds, and spelled the gauze to wrap around his entire upper torso. he then wrapped a bandage around the gauze to keep it sealed. He knew he should have had somebody done it all for him, but not only could he not stomach the thought of someone touching him at the moment, but he couldn't let anyone see it.

Harry looked back to the platform and felt bad for ditching his true family. Remus looked like he hadn't slept in days and was extremely worried, Padfoot looked like he might transform back into Sirius and try to board the train, and the others looked concerned that they hadn't seen him yet. Harry took out his trunk and unshrunk it. Opening it, he placed all of his dirty clothes in there, took out some nice clothes and his school robes, and got changed.

Once done, and feeling the immense pain from his dislocated shoulder, Harry thought about what to do. He could call Dobby, but that would mean that the elf would most likely tell the twins exactly what he had to do or even bring the twins to him. No way, he couldn't have everyone coming in.

It was then that Harry remembered what Kreacher had said about calling him when Harry needed something.

"Kreacher?" Harry called out timidly. The loud sound of the house-elf popping into where he was made him flinch.

The elf bowed and spoke clearly, "Hello, young Master Black? What can Kreacher be doing for young Master?"

"Hey Kreacher, I- uhh- dislocated my shoulder. I was wondering if you could pop it back into place for me," Harry said not looking at the small elf.

The elf's eyes narrowed before responding, "Yes, of course, young Master. Young Master Black should be taking better care of himself." With that, the elf snapped his fingers, and Harry's shoulder fixed itself. Kreacher left then with a single, "For now, young Master Black."

Harry sat down and absent-mindedly took down the wards he had put up. Even though he didn't want to be disturbed, he knew that people would have to come in and see him sooner or later. Though, in order to delay the inevitable, he put up the hood of his cloak so it made it more difficult to tell it was him.

Harry sat in his compartment, refusing to look out onto the platform because he couldn't risk the possibility of going straight to his real family, and thought about Hogwarts. He really wished that there wouldn't be any issues  to deal with this year. He never wanted to make any enemies, he just wanted to live a normal and quiet life.

Thinking about his enemies brought thoughts of Draco Malfoy to the forefront of his mind. Harry knew that most people would consider them school rivals or archenemies, but in all honesty, he never wanted to fight with Malfoy. They were both dumb kids that had a bad second meeting and it all just escalated from there. As he thought more about it, Harry realised that most of their fights were because of Ron anyways. He may have been his first friend, but the boy had some serious prejudices against the House of Snakes.

Harry never noticed as the door of the compartment he was in slid open and the person of his thoughts showed up.

"Excuse us, I hope you don't mind if we sit here," Malfoy said blandly, causing Harry's entire body to jerk with shock. Harry looked over to see Malfoy, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott come into the compartment. He was wondering why they would even think about entering the compartment when he was in it, but realised that they had no idea who he actually was. He knew it may have been fun and amusing to mess with them, but decided he didn't want to get into any fights and would just let them know it was him right away.

"I don't really care if you guys sit here, Malfoy, but you may," Harry said softly and removed his hood. He almost snorted in amusement at the comical looks on their faces, ranging from horror, to shock, to outright confusion.

Malfoy's face went from horror to confusion until he placed his well-practiced sneer back on his face, "What are you doing in here, instead of with your fans, Potty? And what, you're lowering yourself enough to grace us snakes with your lovely presence?"

Harry sighed and stared at the wall across from him. "No, Malfoy, I just want to get to school without any fights. And we both know that the Harry Potter Fan Club is bloody obnoxious. Would you like for me to move elsewhere?" Harry spoke defeated. He just wanted a peaceful ride to Hogwarts.

Malfoy looked at Harry as if he had lost his damned mind, but shrugged and spoke cautiously, "I guess we can all sit here. If you get too bloody obnoxious I can always just hex you." They all sat across from Harry, with Malfoy directly in across. Harry had thought that he would be fine sitting in this compartment with them, but his body felt like it was on fire. His wounds were killing him and he was on edge from the possibility of an attack from any of these people. He knew all of them would have no problems stunning him and carting him off to Voldemort.

Malfoy and Nott were staring at Harry as Zabini took out his shrunken trunk and enlarged it to its normal size. At the use of magic, Harry's head snapped up and he gasped at the feel of it. Harry tried to extend his senses and feel the magic of Zabini and the other two, remembering that on his list of inheritances he was magic sensitive. He was oblivious to the fact that as he used his magic to touch out to the others, his glamours were flickering because of the constant strain his magic had been under in trying to keep him alive.

Harry snapped back to his senses and looked at all of them with shock. His mind was uncomfortable with theses people, but his magic was content.

"You're all really powerful. Malfoy, Nott, your magic is really dark, but suitable for light magic still. Zabini yours is a perfect gray, you're able to perform a wide arrangement of Dark and Light magics," Harry blurted out without actually thinking. He saw the looks of confusion on their faces and realized he basically just called three Slytherins Dark wizards, which many would take as offensive. All he could think was he was going to get hexed and he needed to avoid that at all costs and fell back on his Dursley reactions.

"Oh Merlin, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to offend you, I'm sorry. Just totally ignore me okay? You know what, I'll just leave. I'm really sorry," Harry mumbled out quickly and stood up.

Malfoy didn't know what was going on with Potter or how he knew any of that, but felt like he shouldn't just let the raven-haired boy leave. He stood up and his hand shot out to grab Harry by the shoulder, "Wait, Potter."

As soon as Malfoy's hand made contact with Harry's shoulder, the smaller boy flinched, whimpered, and almost completely curled in on himself, but stood up straight though not before the other three occupants noticed his behavior. As soon as Malfoy heard Harry whimper, he withdrew his hand as if he had been burned. He hadn't meant to hurt the boy, just stop him from fleeing.

"Okay, what the fuck Potter? We aren't mad at you, okay? We are just curious. Sit down and answer some of our questions. We won't hurt you," Nott said from his position on the seat.

Everyone sat back down and an awkward silence fell over the compartment. Harry felt completely drained and just wanted to sleep for a month. His whole body hurt and his head was in massive amounts of pain. He rubbed his temples and stared at the ground awkwardly. He had left most of his potions at Grimmauld, but he thought he might have a couple of pain potions in his trunk.

Without glancing at the Slytherins, Harry grabbed his trunk and put on his seat. :Unlock yourself: he hissed in parseltongue at it, not seeing the shocked looks from behind him. He grabbed his wand and his wand holster, figuring he should get used to using it again. He strapped the holster onto his arm careful not to put it on any of the more severe wounds.

"Accio bag," Harry cast the summoning charm, knowing it would be easier than rifling through the entire trunk. It came up and he opened it and once again said, "Accio pain potion."

Luckily, the light blue potion came shooting up and Harry grabbed it easily with his seeker reflexes. Wordlessly he also summoned a calming draught and took four drops of that, too. He knew that this way he would be less likely to have a panic attack from anything they asked or said. He downed it and put the unbreakable vial back into his trunk, closed it and placed it back on the overhead rack. He slid his wand into its holster and sat back down, ignoring the stares.

Zabini looked at the other two and spoke up, "Well, Potter, it looks like I will be the one to start. What's with the pain potion? And what was the other one you took?"

Harry stared out the window, noticing for the first time that the train had already left the platform. "I had a headache. And the other is not important."

Malfoy snorted before responding, "Yeah, okay Potter. Why are you wearing glamours?"

Harry's eyes widened comically. How the hell did they notice he had on glamours? His creature inheritance was supposed to make them practically unnoticeable. How was he supposed to explain why he was wearing them?

"I- uhhh. I- I mean- my business, not yours. How did you even know I had glamours up?" Harry stuttered out at the boy.

Malfoy raised a single eyebrow before responding, "They were flickering in and out when you were doing whatever it was you did to recognize our magic."

Harry sighed, "Okay I'm not telling you why I am wearing glamours and I would appreciate if you didn't tell anyone that I have them either," he said despondently. Unfortunately for him, he was in a car of Slytherins.

Nott just smirked. "Well, Potter," he said softly, "if we are to stay silent, then I believe you, at least, owe it to us to remove the glamours and show us what you're hiding."

Sirius was a complete disaster. The day after his pup left, Moony had gone back to check on him only to find that he couldn't make it over the property line. The most he could do was stare from the street. When Remus had come back and told him, Sirius had gone into a fit.

He had raged for hours, throwing anything he could get his hands on, breaking precious heirlooms, screaming and sobbing about his poor pup. Sirius could not believe he had allowed his pup to go back into that toxic house when he knew that the child had been abused somehow there.

For the next week, Sirius had locked himself in his and Remy's room, only eating whenever Remus forced him to. Remus had also taken to locking himself up in the library, reading to pass the time away after the full moon had passed.

When the day came for Hermione to go to Hogwarts, they had all decided to go and wait to see Harry for one last time. The entire time Sirius had annoyed Remus with his constant barking and sniffing and pawing at his pants. Sirius had been turning around to bark at Remus again when he smelt it, and froze. It was his pup! His pup was here somewhere! He looked up to see that Remus had also smelt their pup.

Sirius started sniffing everywhere, but realized his pup must have gotten on the train already! He couldn't understand why he would go without saying goodbye. Sirius continued to sniff for a stronger trace of his pup when he detected it. Injured pup!

Sirius growled and stalked back over to the group and started pacing in front of them. He had no idea what to do or how to help his pup. All he wanted to do was grab him and hide him away from all the pain he has had to go through.

Harry groaned internally. He should have moved right when the three entered his compartment. He figured the only way to survive this was to pull out his inner Slytherin also.

"The only way I'll take down my glamours is if you give me a vow on your magic that you will not tell anyone of what is seen or discussed here about me without my permission," Harry said softly, surprising the group with his cunning.

Nott nodded, "I, Theodore Ulric Nott, do hereby swear on my magic that I will not reveal any of the information disclosed in any way about one-"

Harry quietly interrupted to give his name, "Harrison James Black-Selwyn."

Harry watched the ground to avoid the blatant looks of shock he was receiving.

Nott continued with his vow, "-one Harrison James Black-Selwyn unless given his explicit permission to do so."

Malfoy went next, "I, Draconis Lucius Malfoy, do hereby swear on my magic that I will not reveal any of the information disclosed in any way about one Harrison James Black-Selwyn unless given his explicit permission to do so."

Zabini was the last to speak the vow, "I, Blaise Arturo Zabini, do hereby swear on my magic that I will not reveal any of the information disclosed in any way about one Harrison James Black-Selwyn unless given his explicit permission to do so."

After the vows had been made, Harry stood up and let go of his cover glamour, revealing all the bruising he had been hiding, then he let go of the glamour that forced him to look like the old Harry Potter. The three Slytherins watched as Harry showed his true self.