Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter it would be a far more twisted place so obviously I don't and I don't make anything from this either sadly…

Author's Note: Ok after reading 3 Slytherin Marauders & Harry's New Life on I couldn't help it I wanted to have a 'Harry raised by Snape fic' because frankly they are rather fun to read so here is mine. And yes I know another new story, but I couldnt help it...

Author's Note (2): Just a note but a good portion of the start of this chapter is taken directly from the first book pages 10-12, no copy write infringement is meant and I am still making nothing from this it is merely to make the first part of this chapter as close to the actually events as possible only tossing in the view point of my 'extra' person.

"We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know." Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch.

It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way."

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places."

"I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now." Albus replied to

Black eyes watched the wizened man and woman from a near by shadow narrowing at the man's last words. He had made his way here though simple tracking spell after having got to godric's hollow to late to retrieve the boy there. Now that Lilly was gone the boy belonged to him and he wasn't about to let Albus take him away.

"You don't mean - you can't mean the people who live here." cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. " Harry Potter come and live here! Dumbledore - you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son - I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets."

"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."

"A letter." repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter…"

The black gaze narrowed as he silently agreed with the woman. Did Dumbledore honestly expect to explain this to that woman in a letter? He had met the woman before and knew what she was like there was no way that Petunia would accept this not without some serious threatening and it wouldn't be a good life for the boy. The dark haired man sneered at the older male from his shadow resisting the urge to come out and tell the man off as his attention was taken by a new sound.

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky - and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.

If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild - long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets.

"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle."

"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir," said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him, sir."

"No problems, were there."

"No, sir - house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol." Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.

"Is that where -." whispered Professor McGonagall.

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever."

"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore."

"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well - give him here, Hagrid - we'd better get this over with." Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys' house.

The obsidian gaze narrowed at the words, really the man didn't know a thing did he? He clenched his fist feeling the tattoo on his arm pull as it still burned hotly. It was cooling some, but not nearly enough Albus had to know this wasn't the end of it. Well and really 'Only living relatives' obviously the man was deluding himself, but then again Lilly had said they all were. Apparently the only one who hadn't been was James and really he had to give Potter a bit of credit there even if he didn't like the man, Potter had done a good job of helping to hide things. He abruptly returned his attention to the three others as they moved away from the doorstep as much as he wanted to go over there and set things to rights he needed to make some arrangements first, or rather he had some he needed to finish as truth be told he had started things when Lilly and James had had to go into hiding 'just-in-case' he had told himself, but now it was clear he had been right to worry. While he had no clue how Harry had survived he didn't much care that he lived was all that mattered.

Still the black cloaked man stood there for the longest time until the other three were gone before making his way from the shadows and too the doorstep. His dark gaze locked onto the mark on the young boy's head his eyes narrowing. Fool old man, there was no good from Harry keeping that mark, but sadly there was nothing could be done about it just as Albus had said. Severus forced himself to turn from the small boy and make his way back into the shadows before disappearing with a pop he had things he had to do before he could take Harry.