The summer passed by quickly enough. When the professor came to visit she was horrified by Harry's face. Unable to tell if anything was broken or not, McGonagal sent an owl for Madam Pomfrey. Moments later the nurse apparatated in the house. Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley all had left the house that day. Just for the visit.

"Harry! My dear boy. How did this happen?" McGonagal had asked when Vernon was still in the room. Harry shuffled uncomfortably. He hated lying. "Well, you see, there is this bully in the neighbourhood. He had a bunch of friends with him and they chased me. I didn't get away in time." Seeing the look on the professor's face, he started to panic. She looked sad. "Oh! But it's nothing really. It doesn't really hurt much anymore and it was my fault anyways." Harry could feel a nervous sweat start.

Once Vernon had left both Harry's seemed to be breathing again, as if they had held their breath the whole time. McGonagal eyed the little boy. That nervous sweat was back.

The nurse was the first to speak. "I'm gonna need you to take your shirt off so I can't see if there are other injuries. Harry's eyes widened in horror. "Uhh. No need. They just got a couple of blows to my face is all. Muggle guys that age tend to do that to show off and stuff." "Still, school rules, I have to check." "W-well. School's out so maybe you don't? You know, I've always been kind self conscious about my stomach. And...." It was at this moment Harry realized. Resistance if futile.

As little Harry trailed off Tom spoke his mind. "That's not even a good lie! This woman had taken care of you for the past year. Your attendance in her beds was probably only rivaled by Longbottom." Tom laughed a moment more.

Harry sighed. He hesitated a moment more before lifting his shirt and taking it off. He heard them both gasp and knew it was bad. He himself hadn't even looked. All he knew, was it hurt like hell. He looked at their horrified faces. Was it that bad? He ran off to the nearest mirror. Even Tom was stunned. Harry could only look away. This was another memory he didn't want to relive.

Little Harry stood shocked at the mirror. When they had seen him, it shocked McGonagal and Madam Pomfrey so much, it took a moment for them to realize Harry'd run off.

The bathroom door was locked. That didn't do much though. McGonagal unlocked it with magic and came to the little boy. He was curled on the floor the his knees against his chest. "Harry. I have to ask... Did your Uncle to this?" Everything froze. Seconds passed like years form the young boy as he processed what he should say next. He should tell them the truth. Maybe they could let him stay at at Hogwarts all year round. "No." He said plainly. He couldn't tell the truth. What if Uncle Vernon found out. Harry would be dead for sure.

McGonagal sighed. She was very disappointed. She knew full well what was going on. She'd hang around as a cat when Harry was just a child. He would pet her and tell her about his weird dreams of green light and a flying motorcycle. And, he tell her about his family and how they treated him. It broke her heart. She was there the day before his birthday. He was so excited. All his bruises had faded and he just had a great feeling about that day. The day after he came back with a black eye and several bruises. He said his stomach really hurt, but he wouldn't show her. It wasn't until Hogwarts that she finally saw the serious burns from what must have been grease. Yes, McGonagal knew full well about Harry's situation. But she couldn't do a thing about it.

Madame Pomfrey healed Potter right quick. But first she so a list if his injuries.

~ Severe bruising (both internal and external)

~ Internal bleeding

~ Busted lip

~ Black eye

~ Cracked rib

~ Broken finger

~ Sprained wrist

~ Dislocated left shoulder.

The list was long. Way to long. Once Harry was all healed, he smiled gratefully. "Thank you so much!" He said in the most heartwarming way. The nurse smiled back, but McGonagal wasn't fooled. He had once told her that if you smile and behave most adults will leave you to yourself. She just eyed him.

"Madame Pomfrey? Could you teach Potter some basic healing spells? He'll need them if this bully is an all the time thing, I think we can allow him to use healing spells while out of Hogwarts. Madam Pomfrey nodded agreeingly. While she taught little Harry some spells (writing them down justin case) Voldemort kept a hand on Harry's shoulder.

Harry looked at Voldemort gratefully before he sighed. "You know, I never realized just how much of a mother figure the Professor was to me back then. She still is to be honest, but she's not the only one." "What do you mean?" Tom asked. Harry looked up at him, his face was nostalgic but his eyes were still dull and cloudy. "One of the side effects of the life I lived is I got integrated with a lot of people. Mrs. Weasley practically adopted me, Professor McGonagal was always there to make sure I was okay, it's just... I guess I never realized until now just how close I held people." Harry's face turned disturbingly grim. "Harry, What's-" Tom was cut off by the transition to a memory. Just another beating after the professor's left. Apparently McGonagal gave him a glare as she walked out of his house.