Silent Suffering

Spells

'Thoughts'

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Harry was outraged. Snape had told him that he would take him to a healer- not his Lord and Master. Harry soon realized that he didn't even care that he was currently in the same room as the psychopath, he was angrier that Snape had betrayed his trust.

Harry was weak physically and mentally, and had too many injuries to be able to deal with everything that was going on. He could feel that some of the smaller cuts on his body had reopened from the floo journey.

He made three long strides across the room, separating himself from the two men that he would definitely not be trusting at the moment. Harry flicked his wrist, having his wand shoot from its holster into his hand and pointed it at Snape while watching both of them.

"I may have said that I was open to listening to both sides and not choosing to support anyone in particular at the moment, but I sure as hell did not give you permission to take me straight to the leader of the opposite side of the war," Harry snarled at Snape.

Snape sighed and knew that he should have given the brat more warning. He had seen the opportunity, though, and knew that he could work it to his advantage as the seeds of doubt about Dumbledore had already been in the young boy's mind. 

Harry's eyes darted around the room tracking everything inside of it: Voldemort behind a desk, Snape next to the desk, three windows, two windows blocked, one set of doors to escape from, bookcase on the side wall.

"Potter, cease the panicking," Snape sneered at him as he continued to point the wand in the man's direction, "And point your infernal wand somewhere else child. Merlin only knows what you could send at me without thinking about it. You will see a healer and nobody will hurt you here."

Harry let out a somewhat hysterical laugh, his avada green eyes flashing dangerously. His human side was bursting with adrenaline and could not stop sensing all the danger everything around him currently posed, but for some reason, his creatures were clawing to inch closer when he wanted to escape the situation.

"Stop panicking?" Harry half laughed half yelled at the potion master, "What an easy thing to do! As if I should trust you! You should realize I was sorted into Slytherin for a reason! I need a way out of here! You, you crazy-ass traitor to whatever the fuck side I don't even care, you brought me into the lair of the dark side where fucking Voldemort, the equivalent of Darth Vader is sitting down watching us with amusement- WHAT THE BLOODY HELL SNAKEFACE?? What is your problem?! Why is this so funny to you, you crazy homicidal megalomaniac? Even Dumbledore, the insane old man he is, would not find this situation amusing for Merlin's sake! So wipe the smug look off your face right now Thomas Marvolo Riddle!"

Harry rounded back on Snape when he heard the man snort, "And you, Severus Snape! What the bloody hell would make you think that bringing a kid who is obviously injured, and may I just add is currently desperately in need of multiple blood replenisher potions, to somewhere that may or may not be safe! I could or could not be in immense amounts of danger right now and by the pounding headache and spinning room I can guarantee that this- TOM CAN YOU PLEASE DROP THE GLAMOUR YOU ARE WEARING IT IS HURTING MY HEAD. Oh... oh Merlin too much yelling, not enough adjusting. Hold on hold on hold on."

Everything started to spin on Harry and he sunk to his knees. He waved his wand and threw up a shield around him that wouldn't be penetrated until he lost consciousness. He could feel the world dimming and his limbs felt far away. With the last of his energy, he cast an iron tight glamour on himself so that he looked like the old Harry Potter and none of his injuries could be seen. Finally, the world spun and his shield fell.

 Tom Riddle was a busy man. He didn't take kindly to interruptions and often punished those who dared to interrupt him, without warning, harshly. He had a war to run and didn't have time to deal with the daily ridiculousness his Death Eaters bring about.

He knew that today was September 1st, and all the children had returned to Hogwarts. He could get on with some of his raids and plans now that he wouldn't have to worry about them getting injured. The light may make him out to be a monster, but he didn't want children purposefully harmed or killed if there was any way to possibly avoid it.

Tom was sitting at his desk looking over paperwork when he heard his floo flare up. His temper rose rapidly as he raised from his chair and walked over to it, surprised to see Severus.

"I'm extremely sorry to interrupt you unannounced, my Lord, but I have a matter of the utmost importance that could work very well in our favour," the dark man spoke quickly.
Tom could feel as his anger dimmed and his curiosity piqued. "Well then, whatever could be so enticing that it warrants interrupting me, Severus? Especially when I know that you are at Hogwarts," he drawled.

"Draco and some other Slytherins sat with Potter on the train to Hogwarts. It has come to my attention the Mr. Potter is not as inclined to the light, or Dumbledore, as he may seem. He is also currently in need of a healer. He seems to have some rather severe injuries and claims to have gotten into a fight with some muggles," the potions master stated blandly.

Tom couldn't help the surprise that rose in him. He hadn't expected to have to deal with the golden boy yet. He sighed, "Well what are you waiting for then Severus. Bring him through and you can deal with getting him a healer."

Tom watched as Severus' head disappeared and walked back over to his seat. He sat down and looked morosely over the paperwork on his desk. He knew it may be a while until he got to complete his plans. He chanted a small Latin passage to alter his appearances into the distorted visage he put on display for the masses.

Tom looked up and saw as Severus stepped gracefully out of the floo. "My Lord," the dour man nodded, "the boy should be coming through now."

As soon as he finished speaking Tom watched as the floo lit up and spat out Harry Potter, who barely kept himself from landing in a heap on the floor. The boy looked up and Tom could see the panic rise up in the boy and was a little surprised when said boy ignored him and went instead to yell at Severus. As the boy got up and moved, that was when Tom smelt it. The most alluring and sweetest smell that made his instincts go haywire. 

Tom looked at the boy as he moved away and pointed his wand at Severus. The two dark haired men bantered and Tom watched as the younger's eyes darted around the room, obviously trying to find an escape, and edged towards the only door in the room.

He watched in amusement as the boy ranted at his potion's master, until that anger turned on him. How dare that child call him by his full name! So Rude! And Tom couldn't believe the nickname 'Snakeface'!

He was glad when the young teens fury turned back towards Severus again, but became worried when he heard that the boy announced that he could see his glamours and dropped to his knees, evidently about to faint.

Both he and Severus made their way over to the Potter boy, only to find that he had erected an invisible shield around himself. Tom pushed his magic out at the shield and found that he couldn't get through the shield no matter what he did. 

"Severus, what is this nonsense? Why can he perform impenetrable shields?" the Dark Lord snarled angrily. He was frustrated that his supposed enemy was significantly stronger than he had been informed.

Severus looked shocked and stared at the boy whose magic was whipping around him inside his shields when he responded, "I had no knowledge of such advances, my Lord. It may just be a defense mechanism of his body, trying to protect itself."

Tom circled the boy and tried to speak to him, "Potter, it is safe here. You need a healer. Get rid of these absurd shields. We can help you, Potter. Harry, let go of the shields. Let us help you, you're injured. Come on, Harry."

Tom watched as the shields crumbled and the boy's body slumped back. He reached out just in time to catch the raven haired teen from smashing his head against the hard floor. As soon as his arms wrapped around the frail shoulders he realized where that delicious smell had been coming from as he rejoiced in finally finding him after all of these years and now, here Tom had him in his arms.

Harry woke up and was overwhelmed with a pounding headache, an aching body, and a crawling feeling over his skin that indicated that there was somebody in the room watching him. He opened his eyes to find that he was lying in a huge four poster bed with silver silk sheets in a creme coloured room decorated with dark wood. Next to his bed sat Voldemort, as Snape leant against the door about 10 feet away from him.

He could feel the panic raging up inside of him.

This was a situation he did not want to be in. Harry closed his eyes and took a slow breath, trying to logic out all of his thoughts.

Okay so obviously, Voldemort was not currently trying to kill him otherwise, he would have already or he would have at least bound him. Harry realized that this meant that he was at least relatively safe for the moment. What he really needed was to be able to heal himself and escape before the possibility of danger arose. 

He had read that, theoretically, in a time of great need, one could call on their magic to do anything for a limited time- Harry was hoping that was true. Bracing himself, Harry willed his magic to come forth and build up a barrier in his mind for temporary occlumency shields so that he could get through this meeting with a clear mind and then have a complete meltdown when he was sure he was in a safe place.

Unaware of the mini whirlwind of magic that surrounded him and shocked the other two men in the room, Harry could feel the walls come up in his mind and hold back the panic that wanted to escape. He knew he could now get through this without revealing anything to these men and that was how he needed it at the moment. 

Harry opened his eyes and sat up, facing the two men. The older wizards stared back at the young creature with a blank look.

The raven haired boy shook his head and looked expectantly at Voldemort, "Well, what is it you want with me? I believe I should be returning to the school soon and I have healing potions that I need to acquire for myself. That takes time." He spoke passively, if a bit bored.

The two elder men were surprised that the panic they had seen so prevalent in the boy earlier subside and not return. Instead, they were approached with what appeared to be an emotionless version of the boy. 

"I wish for no harm to come to you. We attempted to do a scan on you while you were unconscious to ascertain what had to be healed as we could no longer see any injuries and your glamour was impenetrable, so we could not bring in a healer to heal any of your wounds properly until you were awake, but your magic was blocking us. May we do one now, or have a healer come in and perform one?" Voldemort spoke calmly at the boy.

Harry stared blankly at the snake-like wizard before responding, "You may have a healer perform a scan on my injuries if you drop the glamours you have up. I have a feeling that the snake face is a mirage."

Voldemort nodded and waved his hand letting the glamours drop, revealing a handsome man. He resembled the diary Tom Riddle, though around the age of 22 or so. He had a sharp bone structure, with flowy brown hair and crimson eyes with a ring of brown. When Harry looked closer he could also see that the man's ears were pointed, his complexion was very pale and he could even detect a hint of killing curse green in the tips of the older man's hair.

While Harry was observing the Dark Lord, the man himself indicated for Snape to retrieve a healer.

"Voldemort is a creature. This is... strange news," Harry stated.

"Indeed. I came into my creature Inheritance when I came of age. I am intrigued as to how you knew I was wearing glamours, though. Not that I am worried, as I have a privacy ward up that will inhibit you from speaking of anything discussed about my appearance. Also, you may refer to me by Tom, or Marvolo, as some of my closest friends call me," the elder man finished with a strange glint in his eye.

"My little secret," Harry said as Snape returned to the room with Narcissa Malfoy.

"Hello, my Lord, Mr. Potter. I believe I have been requested here to perform a medical scan and heal if need be," the prim woman stated.

"Yes, Lady Malfoy, that was that deal. Could you excuse the other two men first, please, Madame. I'd really rather they weren't in the room," Harry asked the Malfoy woman politely. He saw a scowl on the Potion Master's face and a flash of annoyance across the Dark Lord's face, but watched as they both left the room after one furious glance from the Lady Malfoy.

Narcissa Malfoy turned back towards Harry and he saw as a soft smile adorned her face, "Well, Mister Potter, I don't know why you're here but you must be important to my Lord if he called for a healer to take care of you."

Harry stared at her passively, feeling a tenderness towards her behind his temporary barriers, "Thank you, madame. Before you do anything, I am going to have to ask that you give a healer's oath, as I do want to be healed but I do not want anybody to know the extent to which I am injured."

The pure-blooded woman looked nervous, "My Lord will not like that, but as it is your health and all he said was for me to scan you and heal you, I will do it. You may also call me Narcissa, if you please."

"Only if you refer to me as Harry, or Harrison, whichever you prefer," Harry responded diplomatically.

Narcissa nodded her head and took out her wand. After making the oath Harry felt as her magic ran through his body and a long parchment appeared, detailing all of his current injuries. Narcissa snatched it out of the air, growing paler with each thing she read.

She looked up at the young boy with wide eyes and before she could get a single word out Harry interrupted her. "Please do not ask me. I just need your skills and potions as a healer," he said calmly.

She nodded and spoke, "I shall give the potions to my Lord or Severus to brew, or grab from our hospital wing, and will come back when I am able to administer them. I do hope you never need to be healed as such again, Harrison. Take care," with that she left the room. Harry lay there for a little and eventually drifted off into a light sleep.

Unknown to Harry, in the hallway outside of his room, the Dark Lord was furious. The impertinent boy had kicked him out. He wanted to know what was wrong with his little mate that moment, but the adorable brat had him removed from the room.

Tom stood in the hallway with Severus and Lucius, who had come to wait for his wife. When Narcissa came out he was prepared to interrogate the woman on his tiny mate, but the typically poised and elegant woman broke down in Lucius' arms. The heart-wrenching sobs that tore from the woman's body brought on a new level of horror.

He and Severus stood there quietly while Lucius soothed his distraught lover. Once she calmed, she addressed Tom, "I am sorry my Lord, but before he allowed me to cast anything he made me take a healer's oath. He wouldn't let me do anything unless it was confidential. Here are the potions he needs someone to brew. He knows that I was going to ask either you or Severus to brew them."

Tom sighed and took the list from her, "It's fine Narcissa. And you may all still refer to me without the titles nonsense when around Harry."

Lucius wrapped his arm around his wife and nodded, "Then we will see you later, Marvolo. If you need anything, you know you can just floo." With that, they turned and left down the hall.

Tom looked down at the list of potions and felt fury bubble up in his veins. He thrust the list at Severus and spoke harshly, "Brew these, please. I will be in his room." He turned and entered the room as quietly as possible. He sat down and stared at the boy, promising himself he would do whatever it took to keep the boy out of harms way and try to make his life a little bit better at least.