Snarky Fem-Harry, taken in by Snape. Guardian fic. Abused Harry. Siblings. Non cannon. Malfoy on the light side. Maybe Slash? At some point?

(Harry is a girl, Also named Harry, Same personality until… :)

Potter?

Severus Snape was having a nice firewhiskey, brooding in the corner, and generally spying on everyone. There was a girl at the counter… he couldn't dsee her because the lights were dimmed to dark red. From what he could hear, the girl asked for a cold butterbeer, and slapped down twice the money, saying that he needed it more than she did. Her voice was obviously the brats.

He watched as she quietly walked out, noticing a slight limp as she did so.

Guess I need to save the brat… might as well make his life hell while I can. He thought, and quietly followed her. The girl, unsurprisingly, walked onto a quiet street with no one there. She was breathing a sigh while she sat down on the edge of the grounds, looking onto the muggles below.

"Snape. Why did you follow me?" She asked curtly, not turning around. "What do you want?"

Stupid kids. "Language. And it's professor to you."

She gave a dark laugh. "Right…."

"Why aren't you with your muggle relatives?" He asked, spitting out venomous words without thinking for a moment. "Trying to get even more attention? Running away? Oh, the chosen one must live such a hard life."

"Yes, of course I am. I mean, I can't even drive yet; what'd you expect?" She said, snarkily. "I'm just bored, and I told them I'd be back by morning. I might go to Ron's house though."

"Really? That's the only reason?"

Of course. He saw me limping, she unknowingly broadcasted to Snape. What else does he know?

"Tell me, now did the girl-who-lived get injured? Paper cut?"

"Of course not. Just trippe- hey, what do you need your wand for?" She asked, and maybe the slightest bit of fear?

"Lumos." He said, and snarled at the distrusting glare from her brown eyes, noticing that her face looked elfish, slight features that looked like Lily were shimmering at the edges. "Why are you using a glamour, Potter?"

"Pimple." She said, her face flushing. She was obviously lying.

"Revealo. Potter!" He said as horror crossed his face. It was covered in bruises, cuts, scars, and red handprint impressions were on her face. No one could even see her original scar!

"Stop staring and gasping." She hissed, eyes looking around suspiciously. "It was just a little fight at my house with Dudley, my cousin. Do you mind turning your light off? Honestly." Snape just stared in shock, so she immediately felt self conscious. Leave, Harry, Leave! He might find our about your foot…

"Potter…. Where else are you injured?"

"Turn. Off. That. Light." She hissed, looking away.

Snape sighed and stopped using Lumos. "Now answer, Potter, or I swear to merlin that I will-"

"Blah, blah, blah. I get it, alright? It's just my face and a couple of bruises on my legs. I'm fine. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to my aunt- I mean, I'm going home to my aunt."

"No, you will come to my manor. I will treat your wounds. Dumbledore would have my hide if the great chosen one came to school looking like that." He snarled, insulting on instinct because of the shock. How dare she lie! I'm only trying to help….for now.

"Thanks for the compliment. I didn't think I could get mor- never mind. I'm fine. I'll just go home." She got up, but Severus also got up and grabbed her shoulder. She flinched violently, and practically jucmped back in shock… and pain.

"I'm not going to hurt you, girl." He snarled.

That's what uncle said.. She thought, but occlumency prevented Snape from hearing her thoughts… just the fear behind them. "Sorry, sna- I mean, professor. You just grabbed an old bruise of mine."

"Likely story. Now, brace yourself," he said, grabbing her and noticing her twitch.

"Wh- ah!" She said, letting out a high pitched yelp of surprise as the two apparated to snape manor. She panted and said shakily, "That… was… not… cool. You know I just had a butterbeer, right?"

"Of course I do. Now, lie down. You are injured, far more than you are telling me. Your punishment for lying will be determined shortly."

"Lying about what?"

"Being fine."

"But I am!" She exclaimed defiantly.

"Really then?" He sneered. "Tell me if this hurts," grabbing ahold of her shoulder.

This time, however, she didn't flinch. She didn't even twitch. She just closed her eyes tightly and evened out her breath. "No," She said tightly.

Suddenly, she went limp. Her eyes relaxed. Her breathing became normal. She had somehow... passed out?

Snape rolled up her sleeve... and went pale. Her shoulder was dislocated, with shattered bone sticking out of her skin. She obviously had internal bleeding. He paled further when he thought; she had admitted to be hurt on her leg, so she must have been living with this for awhile. What did she LET him look at?!

Snape cast a spell, and started reading the list of injuries. Potter's arms were just cut up, her ribs bruised, her legs littered with infected cuts... and her foot. Her right foot had been broken, yet somehow she could walk on it?

After Severus Snape had fully healed Harry, he contemplated how to bring her to a guest room, or at least a couch. Levitating might not support her... apparating will wake her up... should I carry HER?

Of course he did. Halfway up the stairs, Harry stirred. She squirmed softly in Snape's arms, snuggling into his arms. She had her head buried in his arms, and she was... smiling?

Severus was in shock. Her smile was so innocent, naive, quiet. He never noticed that Harry always had her eyebrows furrowed together. Her forehead was smooth, and she seemed so peaceful in her arms. She seemed like... it looked like she was happy, carefree, and quiet with Snape. Like he was her father.

"Thank you," She said quietly, like an absolute angel.