Hello, All. It has been a while since I've had the inspiration to write about anything other than Oc's- and I hope it takes most of my time, rather than the mindless daydream I am normally a part of.
Other than that- I will probably be able to update once or twice a month, depending, I have two Ap classes to study for, as well as a very fast-paced life. I apologize. This is set in the summer between fourth and fifth years, and will be AU.

It is a Snape-fathers-Harry fiction, I only hope it's not too predictable. Snape will attempt to remain the very sarcastic snarky Slytherin that we all have come to love.

Chapter1: The beginning to The End of Potter (Quite Literally)

Written by: Grace Antares Clare

Harry Potter woke, as normal, to the sound of a loud banging on his bedroom door at Privet Drive. He knew it was time to get up, make breakfast, and start his day by avoiding Dudley and his gang of miscreants, but today was different-he could tell. That was enough to keep him from getting up and doing as he normally did.

"POTTER", his uncle yelled, breaking the silence of the previously peaceful morning.

He groaned before he threw the covers off, snatched his glasses, and then walked over to the door. His uncle looked slightly surprised as he opened the door before Vernon could begin his incessant banging on the door once again.

"You, boy, start making breakfast, now". He commanded, and without a second thought, walked down the stairs to continue with his morning.

Harry sighed as he got dressed, and hurried downstairs to make breakfast, Six eggs, bacon, oatmeal, and orange juice for the Dursleys, but nothing so far, for him. Harry disregarded this, as he normally didn't get breakfast, or lunch for that matter, but he did get dinner most of the time. It was the highlight of his day, really.

After he had weeded the garden, washed the car, mowed the lawn, and then swept off the walk-way, he went inside, and started on the dishes, then continued with mopping the floors.

"We are going off for the day- so don't burn down the house with your freakishniss while we're gone", sniffed Petunia when she walked inside the kitchen, ignoring the wet floor beneath her feet.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia", Harry answered obiediently, thinking about the food he could knick from the fridge while they were gone.

"While we are gone, you will be locked in your room", She continued, looking down at Harry condescendingly, "Go on, then, boy."

They had left for four hours, Harry counted, and they hadn't come back yet. It was nearing Eight o'clock in the evening, and Harry was beginning to become concerned. Normally his Aunt and Uncle didn't trust him to stay in the house alone for long periods of time, and that was on a good day. When they were going for a quick trip, they locked him outside the house, and told him to weed the garden or some other chore that consisted of working outside.

He eventually fell asleep, and awoken the next morning to find that they were still not back. Hedwig hooted softly from her cage, and Harry blinked. He had forgotten about Hedwig. He re-read his School books from the year before, and had just gotten through his defense textbook when his stomache began to growl. Great, he thought, now I have to sit here for God knows however long without food. He kicked the side of the bed as hard as he could, and then turned to the barred window. It stood, unable to open, with the bolts Vernon installed holding fast as he pushed with all his might.

Somehow, He was able to pry the window open, and move the bars a small amount- just enough for an owl to get through.

The day had progressed until it was night time once more, and Harry fell asleep thinking about their abscences- thoughts of accidents that could have killed them, and no one had come to find him. The next morning, Harry procured a piece of parchment, a quill, and ink to write with. He began to write.

I don't know when this will reach you, but I am in need of help- my Aunt and Uncle have left the house, and have been gone for nearly two days. I am locked in my room, and I could only open the window enough to let Hedwig out. Please Help Me.

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He unlocked Hedwig's cage, and then, told her: "Take this to Hogwarts, and find anyone you can".

She hooted understandingly, and then flew from the hole in the bars.

It was two more days before anyone came. Harry was on the verge of hysterics when someone opened his locked door, and he laughed in a relieved fashion as the familiar visage of Severus Snape appeared in his vision. Everything swirled around him as he stood, and when he took his next step towards Snape, he blacked out.

Snape only looked on in horror- the house was completely empty, and he had to Alohamora the door open. Potter was in worse shape than he thought he would be when he arrived.

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