A Hogwarts Intervention

Chapter 9: Invasion of the students

It took them several hours to locate Harry and they found, much to their dismay, that someone else had gotten to him first. Umbridge looked up at the door smugly as Severus poked his head into the classroom while looking for Harry. The way that his body froze in shock at what he saw was more than enough to tell Voldemort, who was standing in the hallway, that they had probably found their little lion and that whatever the potion master saw was unacceptable.

"Ahem hem hem. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit gentlemen?" Umbridge asked sweetly, a sickly smile on her face.

Voldemort ignored her to march over to Harry and rip the blood quill from his hand as he tried to drag the youth from his seat. Tried being the operative word as Harry was both silenced and magically stuck to the chair. He refused to look at them as they canceled the charms keeping him in place. Umbridge watched with a silent smirk as they freed her favorite victim, his wand sitting prominently on the pink adorned desk.

"You will never come near him again. Is that perfectly clear, Madam?" Snape said in his most threatening growl as he pointed his wand at the loathsome witch.

"And here I thought you were perfectly aware of how much of a troublemaker Mr. Potter is and agreed with my punishments. Unlike the rest of these weaklings challenging the ministry and backing that meddlesome old fool Dumbledore," Umbridge said, a triumphant smirk on her toad-like face.

"Punish, yes, torture? Hell no!" Snape growled, his wand sparking in a mirror of his fury as he wandlessly summoned Harry's wand with his off hand.

"We can kill her later, Severus. He's passing out from blood loss," Voldemort barked. Umbridge never saw the stunner hit, nor the binding and silencing charms that Severus cast before quickly turning to help with his younger mate, and yes he couldn't deny it any longer both men were his mates.

"Why didn't they at least warn us? Why didn't they protect him??" Snape asked, overwhelmed by the torrent of emotions from seeing Harry hurt and from finally admitting to himself that these two men were important to him.

"There probably isn't enough magic left for them to have done anything," Voldemort said comfortingly. "Remember that the castle desperately needs more magic and even the basic magical parts of the castle, like the portrait doors and the stairs are at risk. We need everyone to pitch in and participate in whatever chant that the founders come up with."

"Lets just get Harry away from this woman and worry about getting the magic to save the castle when the students come back," Severus said as he helped Voldemort carry Harry from the room and swiftly back to their quarters. No one saw them until supper on the day the students returned a few days later. Thankfully whatever pain that Harry was supposed to go through as a part of his transformation held off. Shortly before the feast they learned more about Harry's home life.

"Look, its nothing! Its not like I haven't had worse," Harry said in exasperation. "You've seen my medical thingamabob, you know I've had worse and I'm still fine!"

"Harry, you are anything but fine even if only because you think that you are, that the sort of pain she put you through isn't normal," Severus pointed out in obvious concern. "You practically drown yourself in feeling us touch you whenever we simply hug you or hold you. Someone of your age shouldn't feel the need to have constant touch, unless you never received it when you were supposed to. Not that we particularly mind cuddling with you but it means that someone hurt you almost constantly and they will pay for that."

"The only times the Dursleys ever touched me was to hurt me," Harry admitted, looking in sudden fascination at the floor before meeting their worried gazes with a look of stubborn defiance. "I can handle detentions with Umbridge, you don't need to worry, its not like I'm going to die from writing a few lines."