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All Snape could do was stand there and stare at the little boy lying unconscious in the bed. Slowly Snape walked over and looked down on the too skinny and too small boy. Snape glanced down at the medical chart then again at the boy. It didn't match at all. The chart said he had multiple broken bones, bruises, scratches, internal bleeding and several byproducts that turn up as gibberish on the chart. Snape lowered the chart down and looked again at the boy, there were no scratches, no bruises and no broken bones, he looked like a normal little boy, a little bit on the skinny and small side but that was it. Pomphery and he had already tried to remove any type of glamor, spell, or transfiguration, nothing. Poppy had stripped the boy of everything he was wearing to make sure that he wasn't wearing a piece of jewelry hiding his injuries, again nothing.
Snape placed the medical file on the bedside table, and stared at the boy. What if…? Snape thought to himself as he sat in the chair beside the boy. Slowly Snape placed his hands on the boy, one on the boy's forehead and the other on his chest right over his heart. Snape focused on slowly sending his magic down his arms and into the boy. willing his magic to calm and relax the child's magic. Snape knew his guess was correct the moment the boy started to blur a bit, as if you were looking at him through the wrong prescription glasses. Finally Snape removed his hands and stared; he barely held back a choke of astonishment.
The little boy looked even smaller. Snape could see every bruise and every broken bone, but it was the boy's face that stood out the most to Snape. The little boy no longer looked like a carbon copy of James Potter. The boy had Lily's nose and chin, with his high cheekbones and almond shaped eyes surrounded by long pitch black hair with her waves. This time Snape could not hold back the choke as he covered his face with his hands.
"Oh Lily, why didn't you tell me."