O child born with a silver-spoon, what happened to you?

Unearthing...but of what?

"Severus-"

"Poppy, he's...he's..."

"Dear, you are panicking, just take a deep breath in..."

But the oxygen was not making its way to his lungs. He tried to inhale, but nothing came in. His vision became distorted. Out of nowhere, something like lilac? was floating in front of him and disappeared. Suddenly, his mouth tasted a little vanilla.

Severus' vision cleared. He was in the guest room of his quarters. The child was sleeping, shifting a little in his sleep. Poppy was standing in front of him, looking at him with deep concern. He probably would have snapped at her for looking at him like that, but Severus didn't bother to do so right then. She held an all too familiar vial in her hand.

"Are you alright now? You had a panic attack, dear. I gave you Calming Draught."

"I am quite alright now." His pale face said otherwise. So did Poppy's.

"Poppy, the boy's an - Obscurus!"

Eileen had taught Severus many things about the magical core since he was five. He had learnt many things and remembered them. Green represented the growth of magic, blue represented the magical power and red showed the control over the release of magic one had.
And all the healers, medi-wizards and medi-witches were also taught about the subject, so Poppy knew about the magical core too.

But the study of magical core has not been decoded completely. And it never will be. It is a vast, mysterious and ever-growing subject. The meaning of the colour black differs in persons- either it is the use of excessive dark magic or the Obscurus. It was sure that Harry hadn't done the first option.
And some colours are found to be new in some cores, no meaning present with them.

The scarlet colour in Harry's core was one such colour. It terrified Severus. It wasn't red, as it was a much darker shade than the original colour usually found in the magical core.

"The child's been through enough already, why can't he just get relief from all this! I just can't understand why he can't get relief? The games Fate plays..."

"Albus should be informed about this, I suppose?"

"Yes, indeed. What a silly question to ask, dear!"

"But I really don't want to tell him and yell the fact at him at the same time..."

"Why, if I may ask?" Poppy asked in a chiding tone.

"Well, he was the one to leave his 'Golden Child' with abusers, not me. But I don't know about any cure, he might be able to suggest someone-"

Something in Poppy broke the minute she listened Severus' first sentence.

"We are going with the latter option, yelling. That will soothe my mind a great deal! Albus told me that he was living with his relatives safe and sound, he even had the audacity to tell me to not go there and check on him straight in my face! He ensured that he was not unaware about magic as he had appointed someone from the magical world to live next to him.
And then the flu breakout happened in the school, and I have been busy ever since. And Albus didn't even make me remember about the topic at the time."