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The five boys sat on the sofa in Snape's private quarters, waiting patiently… or at least projecting the picture of patience. Fred and George were fidgeting slightly, throwing glances at the room Snape Ron to. Harry on the other hand reflected on the conversation they had with the Potions Master.

/Flashback, a few hours ago/

"I, Severus Octavius Snape, hereby swear to not divulge the information given to me by Harry James Potter, Draco Lucius Malfoy, Fred Gideon Weasley, George Fabian Weasley and Neville Frank Longbottom without their personal agreement. So mote it be." – calmly said Severus, as green and purple sparks erupted from his wand. The potions master then turned to the children in front of him and raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting.

Harry cleared his throat, suddenly uncomfortable under the scrutiny of Snape's eyes.

"It's sort of a long story. I'm not really sure where to begin. Anyway, it has to do with Dumbledore. The portrait of Phineas Black informed us that the headmaster has Ron here under the Imperius curse, so that he would have someone to spy on me… among other things. We came here to ask you if you can help us lift the curse from Ronald and see what his part in Dumbledore's plans is…"

"I take it that is the short version?" – asked Snape.

"Yeah…" – muttered Harry – "I will be happy to tell you the whole story…once this matter is resolved, if you do not mind…"

"Fine…" – Severus snorted and took over the levitation charm on Ron's body – "Settle down on the couch… It's going to take a long time."

/end of flashback/

"You think he's going to be okay?" – asked Fred nervously.

"He better be…" – muttered George, hugging his twin.

Harry and Draco occupied themselves with books from Snape's bookcase, while Neville was having a nap, his head resting on Fred's shoulder with Emrys coiled on his lap.


Breaking an Imperius curse was always a difficult task, and since it was cast by Dumbledore, it was doubly difficult. But Severus Snape was not a master Legillimens for nothing. He repaired the boy's fractured mind with a diligence he never thought he'd show towards a Gryffindor. But besides being a lion, Ronald Weasley was first of all a child… a child that has been badly abused… and not just by the headmaster.

Severus had a strong desire to retch, but he kept working. He knew that as soon as the boy was awake, he'd have to be taken to St. Mungo's and that was a problem, since he wouldn't be safe from Dumbledore there. Not as long as the boy's mother was willingly supporting the fucking pedophile.

"And they say Aberforth is horrid…" – muttered Snape, as he finally extracted himself from the boy's mind and gave the child a sleeping potion so that he could talk to the kids who were waiting outside the room and to Poppy, who had to be apprised of the situation… – "that one just fucks goats… but Albus is at least 10 times worse!"

Against his better judgement he retrieved the Pensieve that Lily gave him for his 17th birthday and put all the memories he viewed in Ron's mind into it. With the artefact in his hands, he walked into his sitting room, leaving Ron sleeping on the cot.

"Professor Snape!" – exclaimed Fred.

"How is he?" – asked George.

The Head of Slytherin gazed at the young wizards sitting around his room and sighed:

"I've placed the memories that I've encountered in his mind into the Pensieve. Feel free to watch them. You'll find all your answers there. However I warn you, I'll only allow Mr. & Mr. Wealsey to view them, since the three of you are just too young to see that sort of depravities. I will also make copies of the memories and show them to Molly and Arthur as soon as I can manage to meet them without Dumbledore finding out."

It was obvious that the younger boys were a bit frustrated at being denied access to the memories, but they remained silent as Fred and George delved into the Pensieve.

"What exactly is a Pensieve, Professor?" – asked Harry, as the silence was grating in his nerves.

"It's a device that allows a person or a group of people to view someone else's memories." – explained Severus, as he sat down in an armchair – "One can extract the memories with one's wand by thinking hard about the things he wants to share with others. Now, children, I have to contact Madam Pomfrey and get Ronald transferred to St. Mungo's. I trust you not to demolish the room while I'm gone."

With that the dark haired wizard threw a pinch of floo powder into the fireplace and with a shout of "Hogwarts, Hospital Wing" disappeared in a flash of green flames.

Harry glanced at Draco:

"Do you think I can just show him the memories instead of telling it all over again?"

The blond blinked for a moment and then caught up to Harry's train of thought:

"Absolutely. That would be much more efficient and would take less time… I think…"

Neville sighed:

"I just hate how complicated this whole mess is. I mean all this crap and then whatever is terrorizing the school… talk about poor timing…"

"Yeah…" – muttered Harry and then sat up straighter as the twins were spat out of the Pensieve. Both of them were positively green.

"Guys?" – Neville called tentatively – "You okay?"

Fred shook his head and practically collapsed onto the sofa between Draco and Neville, while George sat himself between Harry and Neville.

"I… it… just… it was disgusting…" – mumbled George brokenly – "How come we didn't realize? What sort of brothers are we? This crap has been going on for 3 years already…" – the more he spoke, the angrier he became – "That old fucker has been raping our brother for three years and obliviating him after each time. And then Ron went to Hogwarts… and the bastard put him under Imperius. From that point on he simply had to say the word and Ron would do anything…"

At that point Fred shot up from his place and went to the bathroom, the door to which was open thankfully and he didn't need to search for it, and promptly threw up.


When Snape returned with Poppy Pomfrey in tow, he saw a ranting George Weasley and three very green boys. He was about to ask about the other red head, but the retching sounds coming from the bathroom made that question unnecessary.

"Is it really that bad, Severus?" – asked the mediwitch softly, looking at the reactions the boys had to the news Severus found in Ronald's mind.

"That bad and even worse, I kept the more… disturbing memories out of there. They saw enough, but I did not think it wise to let them watch an 150 year old pervert rape their brother over and over again… With how they're reacting, I wonder if maybe I've shown them more than was necessary as it is."

"Professor, Madam Pomfrey, you're here!" – exclaimed Harry softly, his skin tinged green – "Do you maybe have anything anti-nauseous? I feel a bit sick…"

"Yeah, me too…" – spoke Draco and Neville.

"Oh, you poor children…" – she glanced at the Potions Master – "Severus, be a dear, get them some potions, will you? And for Misters Weasley too."

"Yes, yes…" – muttered the man as he went to the room he left Ronald to get a few vials for the boys.

Poppy followed him and while Severus returned to the boys, she cast several diagnostic charms on Ron's sleeping form, cursing under her breath at the results she got.

"I really wish we could castrate that old goat somehow…" – mumbled the mediwitch under her breath.

Out in the sitting room Severus Snape conversed quietly with the twins, who by now recovered enough to be rational, and the three second years.

"Mr. Potter, I believe a longer story is in order at this point…"

Harry sighed and glanced at his professor:

"Could I maybe show it in the Pensieve? I'm really tired of telling these things over and over again. Especially since lately it has become clear that what we thought was going on, was actually just the tip of the real problem."

Severus saw how tired the boy was and quickly agreed. Even though this was the son of his worst enemy from school, he's learnt to see past that and gradually he came to view Harry as Lily's child, conveniently forgetting that he was a Potter spawn as well. However now that he looked at the tired child who sat on his couch, he could no longer deny it. It didn't matter who the boy's parents were, he clearly was a separate person. He carefully explained how a memory could be taken out and was quite proud to see that Harry understood it on the first try.

While Snape viewed the memories Harry extracted, Fred and George went to the other room to maybe have a word with Poppy. When they came in, she was sitting in a chair, looking very sad. The twins knew that losing trust in someone had to hurt, so they refrained from demanding answers like they felt they were entitled to and instead began very carefully. George was the one to speak:

"Madam Pomfrey?" – he called out tentatively – "Could you spare us a few moments?"

"Oh, boys…" – she said sadly – "It's you…"

"What can you tell us about his condition?" – asked Fred bluntly.

"Right… right…" – the mediwitch seemed to pull herself together – "Since Severus showed you the memories he recovered from his mind, you'll probably understand at least part of the damage done to him. I'm afraid there is a chance he won't be able to have children, should he ever make a complete mental recovery that is…"

"You mean he's… crazy?" – asked Fred confusedly, only to get an elbow in the ribs from George.

Poppy shook her head:

"No, crazy is not the word for it, boys." – she sighed – "However he's been through a lot and will need professional help… and a lot of it."

George swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat:

"You mean he'll have to be admitted to St. Mungo's."

"Yes." – nodded the mediwitch – "That however is not all that has to be done, but Severus will tell you about that, I will prepare your brother's medical files for the transfer. Also, do you want to inform your parents yourselves, or sho

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Các bé trai năm ngồi trên ghế sofa trong Snape của riêng tư, kiên nhẫn chờ đợi... hoặc ít chiếu hình ảnh của kiên nhẫn. Fred và George đã fidgeting một chút, ném glances tại Phòng Snape Ron để. Harry trên mặt khác phản ánh trên đàm thoại họ đã có với Potions Master./ Flashback, một vài giờ trước /"Tôi, Severus Octavius Snape, bằng văn bản này thề sẽ không tiết lộ thông tin được trao cho tôi bởi Harry James Potter, Draco Lucius Malfoy, Fred Gideon Weasley, George Fabian Weasley và Neville Frank Longbottom không có thỏa thuận cá nhân của họ. Vì vậy vi trần nó. "-một cách bình tĩnh nói Severus, là màu xanh lá cây và màu tím tia lửa nổ ra từ cây đũa phép của ông. Potions master sau đó quay sang các trẻ em ở phía trước của anh ta và nâng lên một lông mày, rõ ràng chờ đợi.Harry xóa cổ họng của mình, bất ngờ khó chịu dưới sự giám sát của Snape của mắt."It's sắp xếp của một câu chuyện dài. Tôi không thực sự chắc chắn nơi để bắt đầu. Dù sao, nó đã làm với cụ Dumbledore. Chân dung của Phineas Black báo hiệu trưởng đã Ron ở đây theo lời nguyền Imperius, do đó, rằng ông sẽ có ai đó để theo dõi tôi... trong số những thứ khác. Chúng tôi đến đây để hỏi bạn nếu bạn có thể giúp chúng tôi nâng những lời nguyền từ Ronald và xem những gì một phần của mình trong kế hoạch của Dumbledore... ""Tôi đi nó là phiên bản ngắn"-hỏi Snape."Vâng..."-muttered Harry-"tôi sẽ được hạnh phúc để cho bạn biết toàn bộ câu chuyện... một khi vấn đề này được giải quyết, nếu bạn không nhớ...""Fine…" – Severus snorted and took over the levitation charm on Ron's body – "Settle down on the couch… It's going to take a long time."/end of flashback/"You think he's going to be okay?" – asked Fred nervously."He better be…" – muttered George, hugging his twin.Harry and Draco occupied themselves with books from Snape's bookcase, while Neville was having a nap, his head resting on Fred's shoulder with Emrys coiled on his lap.Breaking an Imperius curse was always a difficult task, and since it was cast by Dumbledore, it was doubly difficult. But Severus Snape was not a master Legillimens for nothing. He repaired the boy's fractured mind with a diligence he never thought he'd show towards a Gryffindor. But besides being a lion, Ronald Weasley was first of all a child… a child that has been badly abused… and not just by the headmaster.Severus had a strong desire to retch, but he kept working. He knew that as soon as the boy was awake, he'd have to be taken to St. Mungo's and that was a problem, since he wouldn't be safe from Dumbledore there. Not as long as the boy's mother was willingly supporting the fucking pedophile."And they say Aberforth is horrid…" – muttered Snape, as he finally extracted himself from the boy's mind and gave the child a sleeping potion so that he could talk to the kids who were waiting outside the room and to Poppy, who had to be apprised of the situation… – "that one just fucks goats… but Albus is at least 10 times worse!"Against his better judgement he retrieved the Pensieve that Lily gave him for his 17th birthday and put all the memories he viewed in Ron's mind into it. With the artefact in his hands, he walked into his sitting room, leaving Ron sleeping on the cot."Professor Snape!" – exclaimed Fred."How is he?" – asked George.The Head of Slytherin gazed at the young wizards sitting around his room and sighed:"I've placed the memories that I've encountered in his mind into the Pensieve. Feel free to watch them. You'll find all your answers there. However I warn you, I'll only allow Mr. & Mr. Wealsey to view them, since the three of you are just too young to see that sort of depravities. I will also make copies of the memories and show them to Molly and Arthur as soon as I can manage to meet them without Dumbledore finding out."It was obvious that the younger boys were a bit frustrated at being denied access to the memories, but they remained silent as Fred and George delved into the Pensieve."What exactly is a Pensieve, Professor?" – asked Harry, as the silence was grating in his nerves."It's a device that allows a person or a group of people to view someone else's memories." – explained Severus, as he sat down in an armchair – "One can extract the memories with one's wand by thinking hard about the things he wants to share with others. Now, children, I have to contact Madam Pomfrey and get Ronald transferred to St. Mungo's. I trust you not to demolish the room while I'm gone."
With that the dark haired wizard threw a pinch of floo powder into the fireplace and with a shout of "Hogwarts, Hospital Wing" disappeared in a flash of green flames.

Harry glanced at Draco:

"Do you think I can just show him the memories instead of telling it all over again?"

The blond blinked for a moment and then caught up to Harry's train of thought:

"Absolutely. That would be much more efficient and would take less time… I think…"

Neville sighed:

"I just hate how complicated this whole mess is. I mean all this crap and then whatever is terrorizing the school… talk about poor timing…"

"Yeah…" – muttered Harry and then sat up straighter as the twins were spat out of the Pensieve. Both of them were positively green.

"Guys?" – Neville called tentatively – "You okay?"

Fred shook his head and practically collapsed onto the sofa between Draco and Neville, while George sat himself between Harry and Neville.

"I… it… just… it was disgusting…" – mumbled George brokenly – "How come we didn't realize? What sort of brothers are we? This crap has been going on for 3 years already…" – the more he spoke, the angrier he became – "That old fucker has been raping our brother for three years and obliviating him after each time. And then Ron went to Hogwarts… and the bastard put him under Imperius. From that point on he simply had to say the word and Ron would do anything…"

At that point Fred shot up from his place and went to the bathroom, the door to which was open thankfully and he didn't need to search for it, and promptly threw up.


When Snape returned with Poppy Pomfrey in tow, he saw a ranting George Weasley and three very green boys. He was about to ask about the other red head, but the retching sounds coming from the bathroom made that question unnecessary.

"Is it really that bad, Severus?" – asked the mediwitch softly, looking at the reactions the boys had to the news Severus found in Ronald's mind.

"That bad and even worse, I kept the more… disturbing memories out of there. They saw enough, but I did not think it wise to let them watch an 150 year old pervert rape their brother over and over again… With how they're reacting, I wonder if maybe I've shown them more than was necessary as it is."

"Professor, Madam Pomfrey, you're here!" – exclaimed Harry softly, his skin tinged green – "Do you maybe have anything anti-nauseous? I feel a bit sick…"

"Yeah, me too…" – spoke Draco and Neville.

"Oh, you poor children…" – she glanced at the Potions Master – "Severus, be a dear, get them some potions, will you? And for Misters Weasley too."

"Yes, yes…" – muttered the man as he went to the room he left Ronald to get a few vials for the boys.

Poppy followed him and while Severus returned to the boys, she cast several diagnostic charms on Ron's sleeping form, cursing under her breath at the results she got.

"I really wish we could castrate that old goat somehow…" – mumbled the mediwitch under her breath.

Out in the sitting room Severus Snape conversed quietly with the twins, who by now recovered enough to be rational, and the three second years.

"Mr. Potter, I believe a longer story is in order at this point…"

Harry sighed and glanced at his professor:

"Could I maybe show it in the Pensieve? I'm really tired of telling these things over and over again. Especially since lately it has become clear that what we thought was going on, was actually just the tip of the real problem."

Severus saw how tired the boy was and quickly agreed. Even though this was the son of his worst enemy from school, he's learnt to see past that and gradually he came to view Harry as Lily's child, conveniently forgetting that he was a Potter spawn as well. However now that he looked at the tired child who sat on his couch, he could no longer deny it. It didn't matter who the boy's parents were, he clearly was a separate person. He carefully explained how a memory could be taken out and was quite proud to see that Harry understood it on the first try.

While Snape viewed the memories Harry extracted, Fred and George went to the other room to maybe have a word with Poppy. When they came in, she was sitting in a chair, looking very sad. The twins knew that losing trust in someone had to hurt, so they refrained from demanding answers like they felt they were entitled to and instead began very carefully. George was the one to speak:

"Madam Pomfrey?" – he called out tentatively – "Could you spare us a few moments?"

"Oh, boys…" – she said sadly – "It's you…"

"What can you tell us about his condition?" – asked Fred bluntly.

"Right… right…" – the mediwitch seemed to pull herself together – "Since Severus showed you the memories he recovered from his mind, you'll probably understand at least part of the damage done to him. I'm afraid there is a chance he won't be able to have children, should he ever make a complete mental recovery that is…"

"You mean he's… crazy?" – asked Fred confusedly, only to get an elbow in the ribs from George.

Poppy shook her head:

"No, crazy is not the word for it, boys." – she sighed – "However he's been through a lot and will need professional help… and a lot of it."

George swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat:

"You mean he'll have to be admitted to St. Mungo's."

"Yes." – nodded the mediwitch – "That however is not all that has to be done, but Severus will tell you about that, I will prepare your brother's medical files for the transfer. Also, do you want to inform your parents yourselves, or sho