Chapter Un: Meeting Mr. Bat himself.
"Boy! Get in here and make us breakfast!" A greatly obese man yelled from his chair behind his morning paper.
"Coming Uncle Vernon." A voice carried over from the cupboard under the stairs.
The door to the cupboard opened to reveal a small boy with untidy black hair and emerald green eyes; which were hidden behind large and broken glasses.
This is boy was Harry Potter. He has lived with his Aunt and Uncle and their whale of a son Dudley.
Harry walked into the kitchen to discover that his aunt and uncle were already waiting for him to make the breakfast. He saw that there were presents lying about.
'Great…It's Dudley's birthday…Just bloody perfect.' Harry thought as he walked over to the fridge and brought out the mixing for pancakes.
Sighing he began to mix the batter together as he thought about his dream last night.
It was filled with a green flash and a woman screaming. A roar of a motorcycle could be heard in the background before everything went dark and he fell into a dreamless sleep.
Harry poured the mix onto the pan and waited. Soon he flipped the pancake over and waited for the other side to cook.
'Thump. Thump.'
'Dudley's up. Great…And I just finished.' Harry thought as he put the pancakes on a plated with eggs, bacon, sausage and grits.
He placed the plate on the table with a large pitcher of orange juice in the only open spot. Quietly, Harry slipped into the hallway and into his cupboard just as Dudley burst into the kitchen.
Harry sighed and turned on the little flashlight he had and began reading a book about vampires.
'Rap. Rap.'
Harry heard the knock before Uncle Vernon even realized their breakfast was interrupted.
"Boy! Get the door!" Vernon yelled from the kitchen.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." Harry called.
Harry crawled out of his cupboard and straitened his overly large clothes. He walked to the door and opened it. There standing was a tall man with deepest dark brown eyes and shoulder length ebony black hair. He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a long sleeved black shirt covered by a black trench coat.
"Yes? May I help you?" Harry asked politely.
"Ah…Mister Potter. Is your Aunt home?" The man sneered.
"One moment, sir." Harry said as he walked into the kitchen.
"Aunt Petunia. There's some man here to see you." Harry said.
"Go back to your cupboard, freak. I'll take care of this." Petunia snapped.
"Yes, Aunt." Harry said.
Harry walked back into the hallway and nodded at the man in the doorway; then walked into his cupboard and shut the door. He heard Petunia walked up and lock the door and begin talking to the man.
"What do you want Snape? I took him in. What else does that bumbling fool want?" Harry heard Petunia say.
"Did you just lock that boy in the cupboard?!" The man growled.
"So? He was being bad and needed to be punished." Petunia seethed.
"And what did he do?" The man snapped.
"He's a freak. He is punished for using magic." Petunia said.
Harry heard a slam and heard foot steps coming closer. Harry curled up in the corner of the cupboard and covered himself with the moth eaten blanket.
The door opened and Harry whimpered, expecting his aunt to drag him out and beat him.
"I'll be good Aunt Petunia. I won't do it again. I'll be a good boy. Please don't hurt me." Harry sobbed.
Harry then felt gentle hands remove the blanket and pick him up.
"Are you ok, Harry? Did they hurt you?" A deep voice asked.
Harry opened his eyes to see the man from before holding him close and looking at him with comforting eyes. Harry eyes teared up and threw his arms around the man and cried into his shoulder.
"Yes. They hurt me. Help me." Harry managed to choke out.
"Don't worry Harry. They are never going to hurt you again. I'll make sure of that." The man said.
Harry only slightly tightened his hold of the man as he pulled out a wand.
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"You don't know what a wand is!? Damn Muggles." The dark man growled.
The man wrapped his arms around Harry and slammed the cupboard door shut.
"You're coming with me. I'm not letting you stay with these horrible people." The man reassured Harry.
"Thank-you sir." Harry whispered.
"You're welcome Harry. And you can call me Severus." The man replied.
"Kay…Sev'rus" Harry whispered as they disappeared into the night…
AN: Well…You like? This is my first (?) Harry Potter story…Actually I'm writing a Harry Potter/Twilight story right now and a Harry Potter featuring Severus's daughter (WHAT!?) Anyway… Review…I guess…I will accept flames unlike some authors. I like to use to roast my Twinkies. ^^
