Everything, for once, was perfect. His book, Potions: a History was better than he expected, the house-elves did not fuck-up his tea, and he was not summoned by the Dark Fuck-head (Lord).
Truly, the warm feeling surrounding the room was absolutely delicious, and the fact that he still had another blissful week of alone time made him shiver with delight, oh yes, this feeling of alone was much better than the one he was used too; truly alone.
He shook himself at this. No. Absolutely, and irrefutably no. He will not have this rare, beautiful moment of silence be ruined by the noisy chaos of his filthy mind. No. For now, he has decided, no matter who calls, he will be comfortably numb; he or she will have to wait, as he allowed himself to sink into the blissful peace of the occasional brainless moment…
15 whole minutes had passed, and the yummy warm feeling hadn't been shaken. Yes indeed, this moment was comparable to a post-sex cuddle; euphoric, silent, sweet, rare, and not at all unwelcomed.
At least until whoever he or she was woke up the next morning only to find out the introverted, sexually awkward person they had been sleeping with was even more uhm…awkward (one of the many polite words people use when they look at him and mean that he is ugly, or awful) to look at.
He was just about to scold himself for his obvious self- loathing when the fire place, or rather the flames, began speaking.
"Severus my boy, I'm afraid you're needed." The urgency of the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry was all too evident.
"So much for enjoying my-self, or at least my book." Severus voice dripped with bitterness only found in coffee a shade lighter than his own hair.
"There seems to be a bit of a, slight error as one could say, regarding my judgment for Harry Potter, or rather, where he is staying at the current moment."
"Fascinating." Was all Severus uttered, sarcasm gushing from his lips.
"I need you to go and fetch him, and, if it is not too much trouble, I would like you to house the boy for the rest of the summer.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Severus, please, he needs someone who understands what he is going through."
"Albus, I hardly think I could understand what first world, bitchy problems a spoiled brat like Potter has, and, need I remind you of my ever constricted funds, or more accurately, lack thereof? And need I remind you that he could stay at the burrow, Mr. Weasel and Mrs. Know-it all will be glad to bow down an-" Severus' rant was cut off by a hand on his shoulder. Albus was smiling at him in such a sad way.
"Severus." That was all he said. He didn't need to say anything else. Severus could hear the begging, almost whining tone in the Head-master's voice.
"Better be damn important boy…better things to do than check up on him… all because he didn't write a damn answer back to his friends… probably absolutely fine…" Severus was mumbling to himself the entire walk down the road to the Dursley home.
He couldn't believe this, what was going on that was sooo absolutely terrible that the boy was made to be housed (more like he was made to house the boy) in the "Greasy Dungeon Bat" manor?
"I'm sorry Vernon! Just stop! I'm sorry!"
Whack! Smack!
Wait…there's another sound…
Zip. Click. A low, filthy chuckle.
What, no! NO! This can't be happening!
"Listen boy, I've tried to be nice-"
Bull-shit!
"-I've been patient-"
There are hands grabbing at the hem of his shirt.
Somebody, ANYBODY help me!
"-But sometimes in life-"
Get your filthy hands off me!
"-The only way to teach a…lesson …to a filthy, little freak like you-"
"I'm sorry, please, don't do this to me! Don't! Stop it!"
Fat, wrinkly hand run up and down his body. Vernon's older body easily pins his nephew's smaller one down.
"Is to fuck it so hard up your little ass it comes out of that pretty little mouth of yours. Of course, you'll have to clean this mess you'll make later."
No! The Pain! He feels as though he's being ripped in half! Why? Why him? Oh it hurts! Why did he have to suffer again? Jesus Christ he won't be able to walk! Did this mean he was weak? No he…
What is this voice inside of him?
It sounds an awful lot like himself.
Yes. He is weak.
He is worthless.
His uncle slaps his ass and says pathetic.
Wow.
Even when he's being raped he's a disappointment. Wait.
Why are there voices inside of him?
It feels like hands are trying to reach out of his body and take the light in the room.
After-all. He has no light of his own anymore.
Wait, there it is!
But it's a sad, little light…why?
He liked pretty lights.
But his light wasn't pretty.
That made him sad.
Oh wow! Look at all of the red on the floor!
Red is such a pretty color… maybe…
That's it!
Paint a pretty picture! If he doesn't have prettiness or light, he could just make some!
And how convenient; Uncle Vernon left him a little paint to start with.
He's so nice.
"Seriously, could've been anyone else!" Severus continued to bitch all the way up to the front door.
"Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
How I wonder what you are" Harry began to sing the pretty little lullaby as he painted
A swift rapping of his knuckles on the door was enough to get the attention of the rapist in the living room.
"Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky-"
"How can I hel-"The rapist was cut off by a hand held up by one of those freaks from his nephew's 'realm',
"I am here for Harry Potter. It has come to the attention of the headmaster that he is not being treated…correctly… under your care. It is my duty to assess the situation and deal as I see fit. In other words, don't try anything, muggle." Severus sneered out the last bit, holding up his wand for good measure.
Before the rapist could respond, they both heard it.
"Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
How I wonder what you are." Harry finished, giggling, clapping and bowing to himself.
