Author's Note: This is just a side story that I had to get out and written onto the computer. It was bugging me. So depending on the number of reviews this story receives, it may or may not be updated often. On the Way Down and A Feathered Sonata should be out soon, if I can survive my AP classes. So enjoy this story.

WARNING: Abuse and memories that contain abuse and SLASH in later chapters.

Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape (Of couse!)

Disclaimer: I own nothing so don't complain.

A Voice on Mute

Chapter One: A Silent Gift

He stood there, watching him fall forward. There was nothing he could do; he just made things worse when he thought. The freak would understand; he did it for his own good. Now his family wouldn't have to worry about the freak and his powers, they could live their life according to their own standards. Nobody would make a fool of him. This piece of trash that lay in front of him would never remember being born, never know who his parents were, his relatives, Hell, he wouldn't remember anything that ever even happened to him.

The big oaf of a man stuffed the child into the trunk of his car. He sped away from the house, heading towards the hospital. He ran red lights, avoided all stop signs, and ditched the police. He drove into the back parking lot of the hospital and lifted open the trunk. The freak had bled all over the bottom of his trunk. "Damn," the oaf of a man cursed. The freak moaned in pain as the man picked him out of the trunk. The child was no older than six, his clothes hung off of him like a sheet on a bed.

Making sure he wasn't seen, the man dropped the boy off at the back door of the hospital. He ran away from the scene and jumped back in his car. He yelled in joy as he sped away from his scene of the crime.

The next day, every channel that gave the morning news gave the same report, "A boy was found abandoned at a local hospital. He had received several hits to the head with a blunt object of the sort, affecting his brain. What shocked the hospital was the fact that the young boy had a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

"The hospital has no idea as to whether the young boy will make it out alive, but they are desperately trying to save him. The officials don't know for sure who the culprit is that did this horrible act tothe estimated six year-old child, but there were reports of a speeding car running red lights, avoiding stop signs, and avoiding the cops. Leads are strongly welcome.

"On to our next story, a man tried robbing a bank with a banana…"

England and surrounding countries were in an uproar about the child. The hospital received many offers as to adopting the young boy if he came out of his coma, but it seemed that the hospital had grown attached to the boy and kindly turned down the offers of adoption. Many people sent flowers, cards, toys, and candy to the young boy.

Three months passed and the young boy woke up. The month was coming into April, the moon full. The night's breeze blew into the open window, the curtains waving into the room. The scent of fallen rain wafted into the room. Lightning flashed in the distance, the thunder following shortly afterwards, sending tremors through the hospital. The power flickered then went out.

Nurses and doctors ran about the hospital yelling to each other to turn the generator on to reserve. The hospital shook awake, renewed by the generator. The machine next to the boy's bed beeped loudly and resumed its beeping of the boy's heart rate and blood pressure.

A nurse came into the room to check on the boy. He was wide awake, fright rattling his tiny body. She shrieked and ran back outside, yelling for the boy's doctor. The doctor ran into the room and to the boy's bed. The boy was going into shock. He put a hand on the boy's shoulder.He went into hysterics and the doctor wrestled the thrashing boy down onto the bed. The nurse from before ran into the room and put a needle into the boy's arm. The boy fell back into the oblivion of sleep.

The morning news came on and the top story was read from a different newscaster on different channels. It was same on every channel, just worded differently. "The young boy has woken up from his coma. The young boy that touched the hearts of many woke last night when the power shut down at the hospital he is staying at. Nurses and doctors are proud that he is awake and are kindly asking that the boy not be bothered as he is going through some hard times.

"Officials still have not captured the culprit behind the act that nearly killed this small boy. There are no records of who the boy was staying with and no records that the boy was ever born or what school he went to. It seems like the boy just appeared out of nowhere.

"Now let's move along to our next top story, a man accused of driving drunk was released this morning. Vernon Dursley was caught…."

Donations came to the hospital, everyone wanting the boy to get new clothes, and the sort. The boy went in for examinations. Everything looked okay, but some of the nerves that reciprocated to his vocal cords were damaged and he had become deathly anemic. A few surgeries and the nerves would be repaired.

He went through psychological treatment, but he never spoke. He just shook his head in disagreement or nodded his head in agreement. He didn't know his name, so the hospital got together and decided upon a name and a birthday.

A day later they decided to name the small boy Oris Fides, Oris meaning mask and Fides meaning faith. His birthday was announced to be held on Christmas, the day he first arrived at the hospital. They held a small party for the mute Oris.

Oris grew up having to relearn everything he had ever previously learned. He was a quick study and rose to be one of the smartest kids of his age group. Though he remained deathly mute, he still received many offers for an adoption. The hospital grew fond of him and he lived there night and day. He soon began to study medicine for the hospital and was home-schooled to the sort. He never went to an actual school. The doctors taught him all he knew. He was soon studying the things high school level seniors were studying. He was on the covers of magazines, the top story to all newspapers, and the talk of the country.

On the eve of his eleventh birthday, another society was in an uproar. Their savior had come up missing, the family he was staying with had abandoned him, and his school letter had beenreturned unanswered. This society had no idea where he was, what he was doing, and who could possibly have him. Unaware to the muggles as they called them, they were fawning over a brilliant child with piercing green eyes and a lightning bolt scar that was carved into his forehead; an exact replica of their savior.

Some said it was a gift the person who bashed his head in gave him, others thought he was naturally smart.

Oris, no matter what he did, he remained deathly mute. The doctors worried if he would ever come out of it, but they had hope for him.

To Be Continued…

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