DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything, it all belongs to J.K Rowling...Oh J.K, and how I envy your rights.
This story will, consist of two stories, Harry Potter, and Severus Snape, who are now feeling…different towards each other, what secrets could they have that could possibly, bring them together?
A/N: ok, so there are a few changes to this story. A) It is no longer a slash story, B) Voldemort is dead…but they are restarting the occlumency lessons, because of death eater activity. C) Severus and Harry are going to have sort of a father/son relationship…so yeah! Oh! And I have re written the first two chapters to fit better. This is my first fan fiction, so please! Go easy on me, and it is a non-betaed fan fiction, so all errors are mine!
Warnings in this chapter: nothing really, mention of injuries cause from child abuse.
Child abuse is a very serious matter, I for one, am a victim of this, it should always be brought to anyone's attention immediately if you discover it, this story is mostly for fun, but is also to bring awareness to this very real situation. I just wish that someone had been there for me like Severus will be for Harry...
Legend:
Dreams/thoughts
"Speech"
*will be explained at end of chapter
Harry potter looked out his window, he was sitting on the train, lost In his thoughts, he was remembering the last four days.
He had woken up to the sound of his aunt slamming on his door
"Come on! Get up! Get up!"
She yelled and slammed her palm on the door to the cupboard under the stairs that was his room; the he heard the lock on his sanctuary click
"Now!"
she yelled and then headed to the kitchen, Harry sighed, leaned over, and grabbed his glasses, he had a feeling about this day that made him feel like it was going to be torture, then he heard the slam of a door upstairs, the sound of heavy footsteps pounding on the floor, he sighed when he heard his overweight cousin on the stairs, he heard the rhythmic thumping of his feet against the carpeted steps, then a pause, the faint sound of socks rubbing against the carpet, his cousin thumped back up a few steps and jumped
"Come on Harry! We're going to the zoo!"
he screamed, Harry sighed again, he started to leave his cupboard when Dudley ran back down the stairs, shoved Harry back into the cupboard and ran into the kitchen, Harry sighed, already it had started, and he had finally remembered why it was going to be such a bad day, he had to spend it with his relatives. You see, once Harry cooked breakfast, his uncle gave him chores, then they left, the Dursleys heading somewhere away from him, and if he did not complete them...
his shudder ran through his body shaking his shoulders as he returned to the present, just as a familiar red headed boy knocked on the *berth frame, he looked up, his eyes still slightly glazed over from the flashback , the boy looked embarrassed he looked into the berth
"Do you mind?"
He asked gesturing to the free bench In front of Harry
"Everywhere else is full"
He explained, Harry shook his head
"No, not at all"
He gestured to the bench; the red head smiled and sat down
"Name's Ron, by the way, Ron Weasley"
He said as he sat, Harry turned to look at him, he had been looking out of the window, and turned so he was leaning into the foam seat
"Harry, Harry potter"
he said and saw a look of shock come over the boy's face, Harry tensed, another fan! He exclaimed in his head, and was once again pulled into his memories...
He was laying on the floor, Dudley had gotten the couch, the fat spoiled child, Harry thought to himself, his birthday was in five minutes, he used his finger and drew a cake in the dirt that coated the floor, he sighed as he drew the candles in the dirt, he looked up at Dudley's wrist, his watch beeped and Harry turned to the floor
"Make a wish Harry"
he whispered and blew on the floor, the fine grained dirt moved to make way for the pressure of the air, just them he heard a loud bang on the door and the house shook, Harry sat up, his heart pounding, he heard his aunt and uncle walk down the rickety stairs, the weight of them making the old wood bow and creak, his eyes drifted to the solid wood door, he backed up and hid behind the short stone wall the was the side of the fireplace, the only source of heat in the whole building, he wedged himself in the corner, and then the door fell, hitting the floor with an ear shattering crack, he used his legs to push his back into the wall, trying to blend with the shadows, he heard foot steps as the person walked into the house, he stopped
"Sorry ' bout that!"
he said, then Harry heard the shuffling of feet, a slight groan and the crunch of wood being pressed against more wood 'did he just pick up the door? Harry thought to himself, he was still hiding, and as far as he knew, he planned to stay there, just then he heard his uncle
"I demand you leave at once, sir!"
he said, in what was surprisingly a very calm, steady voice, the newcomer, a man, walked towards the stairs, his feet hit the ground with a muffled thud, when he got to the stairs, he looked the two Dursleys in the face
"oh, shut up Dursley, you great prune!"
he said and then with one hand he reached out and bent the barrel of the shot gun to the roof, the gun went off with a bang, the roof creaked as a hole was blasted into the planks of wood, then he turned to Dudley
"Well, I haven't seen you since you was a baby Harry, but you are a bit more far along then I expected, especially around the middle"
He said, and Dudley looked terrified
"I-i i'm not, I'm not Harry"
He said almost the same color as a newly fallen snow, Harry summoned up all the courage he had left in his body and walked out from his hiding spot
"I am"
he said, smirking inwardly at the steady tone of his voice, then he saw he man for the first time, he involuntarily gasped slightly as his gaze wandered up the very, very tall man standing in front of him, he looked into his eyes, they were kind and a deep brown they had a gleam of energy and happiness in them, and Harry felt at ease, the giant turned and looked at Harry
"Well of course you are!"
He said, smiling then he stood up straight
"Got something' for ya!"
he said as he reached into his back pocket
"I might of sat on it at one point but I imagine it'll taste fine all the same"
he said and handed a box to Harry
"Baked it myself, words and all"
he explained as Harry opened it to find a cake with a very misspelled happy birthday crudely written on the top in green icing.
Just then the train started to pull from the station and Harry was once again pulled into the present,
and then he gasped and sat upright in bed, his head spinning, Harry was not sure why, but for the past few months he had been having these dreams of first year, it was his last year at Hogwarts, he had been here for a week and both Ron and Hermione we're here already, Harry sighed, his back and shoulders were sore and bruised, he rolled over and stretched, rolling his arms and then he grabbed a shirt, he pulled it on. He sighed as he walked down the stairs, his head was pounding from the dream, he looked at the fire, the ember glowing and shedding a faint glow around the room, he sat down, his head rolling back to rest on the couch, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep, it was only one in the morning, Harry stretched on the couch as sleep slowly washed over his body. Harry woke up as the light was finally trickling through the windows, he stood up, and walked up the stairs, he then flopped on his bed and waited until his bed side alarm went off, that was enchanted to make the sound of his mothers voice waking him, the alarm went off and he walked into the commons room, he had dressed in robes before coming down the first time, just then Ron walked down he stairs behind him
"Good morning"
Harry mumbled while walking out of the dormitories and heading towards the great hall "yeah"
Ron muttered sounding very low, he had potions first, and professor Snape was not a morning person, just then Hermione walked towards them, having left a few minutes before to go to the library, Harry smiled as him and Ron sat down
"Hey 'mione"
Harry said as Hermione sat down
"How are you?"
he said, his eyes scanning the head table as he did so, he caught sight of his potions professor, and headmaster, he smiled slightly, and then took a piece of toast and started to nibble on the corner, his stomach still not very used to food, after a summer with the Dursley's, his back still sore, the cuts on his back were sore and not entirely healed, the scars were still covering his back from all the times before, he turned back and looked at Ron, who's eyes were gazing lovingly at Hermione, Harry knew they liked each other, it was all a matter of time, Hermione looked at him
"the usual, i have potions with Ronald and i am not looking forward to it" she explained and Harry felt his neck hair stand up -moody would be proud at how he could tell when people were watching him- and he turned to see professor Snape looking at him, his black onyx eyes alight with something Harry could not place, Harry turned back around and continued listening to Ron and Hermione –a habit of his- just as Snape stood and started talking.
Snape was sitting at the head table, he noticed potter sitting at the Gryffindor table and could not help but stare, secretly, Severus had always had a soft spot for Harry, the way the boy's emerald eyes –lily's eyes- were always clouded with fear, and something akin to pain after the summer holiday's, the only thing Severus was dreading was to see how the boy would react to the news he was about to announce, all the other students had arrived within the past few days, the sorting was finished and now it was his job to tell them what he was required.
He stood up, cleared his throat, and replayed what he was to say in his head, with a sigh he started
"Students!" he said, catching their attention "Welcome to you all, the new and the old" he sighed, he sounded like the old man! "I, as all headmasters are supposed to, am to announce all news that may concern the student body, so, first of all, the forbidden forest is restricted to all students, aswell, the astronomy tower is also out of bounds after 5pm every evening" he groaned mentally Here it comes "also, due to recent death eater activity, all students are to return home for the holidays, no exceptions" he said, and there was a slight uproar mostly from the slytherin's and a few gryffindor's "SILENCE!" he yelled, and they quieted immediately " everyone is dismissed" he said, then turned and left the great hall, heading to his first class of the day, seventh year potions. He walked into the class and shook his head; all three of them were sitting in his class, Ronald Weasley, Hermione granger and Harry bloody potter! Severus barely suppressed a groan and he walked swiftly to the front of the room, his black robes billowing out behind him, his black onyx eyes not looking at potter, he walked past the golden trio to the front of the room, he turned to face the class
"Today"
he said in a serious tone
"We will be preparing a blood replenishing potion, as you finish you will place them in the rack on my desk"
He said gesturing to a small tray with a vial holder on it
"Begin!"
he said and sat down at his desk to begin correcting first year essays.
An hour and five minutes later, the class was over, all of the students filed out, all except Potter
"Potter! What could you possibly want?"
He asked and smirked looking over at Harry, who was standing there with his hands folded In front of him
"well sir, I-I was wondering what the lesson this evening would be"
The boy said in a shy tone, Severus looked at him
"Occlumency"
He stated then turned and left the room, heading to his office
"Eight sharp!"
He said while he was closing the door to his office. Once inside, Severus finished correcting the essays and after he had taught his the four classes for the day, it was almost five thirty when he walked out of the dungeons to go to dinner, he was not looking forward to the lesson with potter, but he must to keep the boy safe, Severus sighed, he really needed to stop that, and then sat down at the head table, he was watching everyone, and looked over to see the potter boy sipping on some tea, actually, he had not seen the boy eat much at all, in the mornings he nibbled –Nibbled!- at the toast, at lunch he ate a few bites of a sandwitch, and at dinner he normally had a few crackers, Severus shook his head, he would need to talk to the boy about that tonight, he looked down at his plate, his mashed potatoes sneering at him, he sneered back before taking a fork and eating them, he stood after finishing everything – they had shepherd's pie- and left to go and get ready for his lessons.
*berth: it is the cabin you sit in when you are on a passenger train.
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