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⚠️: Mentions of Abuse, mentions of blood, and bullying

POV: Severus Snape <3 <3 <3

I wince, gripping my ribs as a wave of nausea rolls over me.

"Uuughh." I groan, doubling over.

It cracked at least five ribs when Father kicked me yesterday.

And it hurts like hell.

I pull down the compartment blinds, ensuring that no one will see me..

Then, wincing, I lift up my shirt.

My chest is colored with purple and brown bruises, my ribs protruding grotesquely.

Fuck.

It hurts to breath.

How the hell am I supposed to heal this? And there's no way I won't have to go the hospital wing at least a dozen times this year because of those damn Marauders.

How am I supposed to explain these injuries to Madam Pomphrey?

I'm broken out of my thoughts by a knock on the compartment door.

"Severus? Are you in here?"

Lily.

Quickly fixing my shirt I compose myself, pushing away the pain.

While on the verge of panicking, I open the door and I'm brought face to face with a green eyed girl with flaming red hair.

She grins.

"I thought you were." She says, sitting down.

"So, how was your summer Sev? I didn't see you around very much..." She says the last part quietly.

I hold back a grimace, thinking of reason why.

"S-sorry. I was rather busy." I apologize.

Yah, busy getting your ass kicked.

I think to myself harshly.

"Oh." Lilly mutters.

But he went too far, didn't he?

Mother...

There was blood...

A lot of blood.

"...think so Severus?" Lily breaks through my quickly darkening thoughts.

I blink and give her a blank look.

"Hmm?" I hum.

She laughs and pretends to be exasperated.

"I said, 'We should probably change into our robes now, think so Severus?' Well?" She asks.

I shrug.

"I suppose." I reply.

She smiles slightly and gives me a look.

"Are you alright Sev?" She questions, looking at me suspiciously.

My heart drops.

"What do you mean?" I ask warily.

"You just seem....different..." She shrugs.

"Did something happen over the summer holidays?"

I look down at my hands.

"N-no. I think I'm just...tired or something. " I say, standing up and grabbing my robes.

Lily scoffs.

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