Warning: Deatheaters violence, language, underage drinking, slashiness implied. There will be no further warnings. Rated "R" ****There is a back button if it's not your cup of tea. ***

Summary: A tale of how Harry comes and spends the summer with Professor Snape and what happens while in his care. This is a repost originally written by Tracev who abandoned the story at chapter 8. I have plans to finish the story. English was not either of ours native language so please excuse grammar errors. Full credit to JKR and WB.
Pairing: HP/SS RW/DM

Godric's Hollow
Chapter 1 Deatheaters
By: Tracev

Harry frowned. Hedwig had been clicking her beak all morning. He had given her fresh water, cleaned her cage, given her treats, and opened the window to let her out. But she was still going on about something. She looked quite frustrated, Harry was sure that if she could speak she would be yelling at him. He tried looking up owls in several books but there was nothing there that would account for such odd behavior. He knew it had to be something mildly serious.

Harry was now waiting for the Dursley's to fall asleep so that he could sneak downstairs and get the phone to call Hermione. Perhaps in all her studies she had run across something of use. He tried earlier in the day sending Hedwig to Hermione with a note to ask if there was anything she had read about owls, which might be of use. Hedwig had refused to go.

Finally, Harry heard the snores from uncle Vernon and Dudley. He hurried downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed the cordless phone. The only place he could think to call from was outside. He didn't want the Dursley's to hear the conversation or the echo of his voice upstairs. Slipping out the side door, Harry stopped, the door still open "OH My". Now he knew why Hedwig had been so upset. She had been trying to warn him. The phone stilled clutched in his hand. He backed into the house and ran upstairs.

He slammed his bedroom door shut, hit the lights off. He threw himself to the floor and crawled to his trunk. Harry rummaged around in it for his wand and the invisibility cloak. He then crawled across the floor to the window and peaked out. The man stood there as if frozen, staring at the house. Harry knew instantly who he was, a Death Eater. The black hooded cape, figure stood there, no face was visible, nor any movement. His breath caught in his chest. Could it be they had come for him?

Harry watched the stranger until the wee hours of the morning. Should he write to Sirius, his godfather or was Dumbledore a better choice. He wish he had Floo powder right about now, the time it would take to send Hedwig for help they could be under attack, he could be dead.

Harry though of waking uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia, but what would they say. How would he explain this to them. Harry crawled back to his bed and leaned against it. His breath got short and he had small pains in his chest. His anxiety was mounting. It was nearly 4am; he could barely keep his eyes open. Yet his head was swimming with so many questions. Obviously this Death Eater had been there all day, that's what had Hedwig so upset. Was he going to attack the house or was he waiting for other Death Eaters to appear? Had he seen him, did he know that Harry Potter lived here or was he just here to confirm the boy actually lived in the house? Should he send Hedwig to Dumbledore or Sirius?

Harry sat there for a long time on the floor. His head hurt, not from the lighting bolt scar but from the shear thoughts that ran through his mind. He pulled his pillow and blankets to the floor and lay down to rest still clutching his wand and the telephone.

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Beep, Beep, Beep, the seek on the phone had been activated. Harry woke with a start. He sat up the phone in his hand. He crawled to the window, yes, the man was still there, Harry could see him plainly now. The phone beeped again "Mum, Harry's got it" Dudley yelled from the hall, then barging into Harry's room. Dudley snatched the phone out of Harry's hand "freak" he muttered and went downstairs. Harry crawled to his dresser and pulled on some clothes even thought it was quite hard to due while lying on the floor. But he couldn't take the chance of this Death Eater seeing him through the window. He tucked the wand in his belt loop and folded the invisibility cloak under his shirt. Crawled to his bedroom door squeezed out and shut the door straightening up once in the hall.

Aunt Petunia had been calling for Harry to come to breakfast for sometime. When he entered the kitchen he knew he had to tell his Aunt and Uncle what was going on. Least they be in danger.

Harry cleared his throat. No one looked up at him, "Um, Uncle Vernon, there is a man standing in front of the house, and I thought..." but at the mention of this Aunt Petunia got up and when to the window. She peaked out "OH, Vernon" she nodded frantically. Uncle Vernon got up bumping the table, spilling porridge everywhere, crossed to the window and had a look out for himself.

"Dudley go to your room and hide in the closet."
Dudley looked up in shock. "NOW" uncle Vernon yelled again. His aunt and uncle ran from the room.
"Petunia, where did you put that number"
Harry followed them into the living room "What's going on?"
Dudley waddled up the stairs taking with him as much food as he could carry.

Uncle Vernon turned on Harry "You, if these people hurt Petunia or Dudley. I'll, I'll....".
Petunia ran into the living room waving a sheet of parchment.
"Here's the number Vern." Petunia rounded on Harry furiously, "I don't know why they just didn't keep you at that school, after all the trouble you caused last year."

Harry's shock showed on his face. "How did you know about last year?" His aunt explained how Dumbledore had sent them a letter every year of Harry's school progress. But this year it had contained the news of Voldemorts return and of Cedrics death. The Headmaster Dumbledore had given them a special phone number to call if there were any problems over the course of the summer.

Vernon slammed down the phone "Damn it no one answers. This is just great."
Petunia shrill voice worried "What are suppose to do now"?

The knock at the door stopped the bickering in the Dursley house instantly. Uncle Vernon backed them into a corner. Everyone turned to look at the door; Harry pulled out his wand. The door fell open with an explosion, and remained hanging only by the bottom hinge.

Wormtail entered and scanned the area. Lord Voldemort followed him. He stood tall and menacing, his black cape billowed behind him. His black hair shined falling around his shoulders, his red eyes cold, evil lurking in their depths. Voldemorts presence made the house instantly seem small, even the Death Eaters that followed in surrounding Voldemort appeared larger than life. Malfoy, Knott, Crabb, Goyle, and so many more gathered in the yard. Severus Snape entered. Snape walked to the front of the Death Eaters and stood next to Voldemort. The smug look on his face, the evil look of hatred reserved only for Harry. He eyed Harry and then his Aunt and Uncle suspiciously. Harry's full concentration shifted from Voldemort to Snape. The staring contest began, neither waived. Harry's hatred of this man, was only pushed to the limit at this time.

He had questioned Dumbledore on this very thing just last year and here it was. This is where Snapes loyalty lies. Not to Dumbledore, not to Hogwarts, but to this Lord of Death, Evil, and Despair.

Harry was brought back to his surroundings when Uncle Vernon commanded everyone out of his house, "All wizards, out now". Harry wished that he would keep his mouth shut.

Voldemort looked at him, an evil smirk crossed his face. A soft chuckle escaped him, he pulled his hand from under is robe and wiggled his finger "Crucio" he whispered.

Uncle Vernon dropped to the floor instantly and began to twitch. Violent jerks, banging his head on the fireplace, blood oozed out of the corner of his mouth. The pain fell across his face. The scream breaking the silence, that had fallen across the room. Petunia bent to go to her husband but stopped midway she looked frozen with fear

Voldemort watched with sinister amusement. Every one of the Death Eaters had the same evil grin. Snape looked positively happy. Harry gripped his wand he wanted to kill Voldemort. The anger he felt, the hatred of this man swelled inside of him. Harry yelled with all the force he could muster "AVADA KEDAVRA" The force that powered the rush of energy forward hit Voldemort, he went slightly pale and his eyes turned black. Harry fell to his knees shaking, struggling to gain his breath. Voldemort didn't waiver in his stance but the dark lord's hand shook for a second as he pulled his wand from his robe.

All the Death Eaters followed suit. Harry regained his composure quickly. Snape look at Lord Voldemort as if he was going to ask him something, yet stopped.

"Harry, Harry, Harry" Voldemort growled his name over and over again. He shook his head slightly. "Harry Potter". Voldemort leaned in as if to touch Harry's scar. Harry new if Voldemort touched him, he was done for. He took a step back. Uncle Vernon was now sitting up holding his own head, whimpering. Voldemort stepped forward again, to touch the scar. Several Deatheaters made a movement to grab hold of Harry's arms, making as if to surround him. Harry ducked and ran down the hall toward the back door.

Harry only heard one spell muttered "IMPERIO". Falling to the floor, face down his wand out in front of him. He lay there frozen, trying to fight the over powering sensation that was coming over him. Harry knew that Voldemort was trying to beckon him to get up and come to him. When it appeared that he was not going to do so two arms lifted him and dragged him toward Voldemort, who was now smiling. Harry stumbled, unable to find his footing. His head fell limp against his chest. He was desperately trying to gather his thoughts. Had he been hit with another spell, his mind wandered from thought to thought.

Snape held one arm, Macnair the other. Trying to stand before Voldemort wasn't going well, he could hear them talking to him and his Uncle saying something. But his mind just could not put the pieces together. He dipped slightly as Macnair let go of his arm to retrieve his invisibility cloak. Snape turned "ACCIO WAND" calling Harry's wand forward from the hall. Snape grabbed it in midair.

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The palms of Harry's hands were bleeding. He had a rip in the knee of his jeans. The cold cement felt good against his skin. He lay there for a while. Still dazed.

"Get up boy" Snape bellowed kicking him in the shin. "Remus" Snape yelled again. He could hear the clicking of Snapes boots on the stone floor. He tried to shake the haziness from his head, Where was he? Professor Lupin was here?

"Harry, come on sit up" he felt the tender touch pull him into the upright position. His eyes tried to focus. Someone was forcing him to drink something cold. He swallowed. His eyes focused and his head felt almost better, instantly. Lupin pulled him to his feet. He wasn't quite sure he understood but glad he was here.

Harry saw for the first time the small house, a tea table by the bay window. A small sofa and television in the corner. The fire was already burning deeply. Harry could see right into the kitchen where Snape was standing in front of the refrigerator with the door open. Lupin steadied Harry taking him to a chair at the tea table.

Lupin returned to the kitchen to talk to Snape. Harry watched this with curiosity. Lupin making violent gestures with his hands while talking to Snape. Snape reached up and touched Lupin's cheek tenderly. Then let his hand fall and looked at the floor. What was this, Snape actually touched Lupin? A shiver ran down Harry's spine. Were they a couple? The discussion looked bad. Lupin doing most of the talking and loud whispers. It did not appear nice. He sat back in the chair, his muscles relaxing, closing his eyes. Harry just didn't care.

Moment's later Lupin came in carrying a tray with tea and some cakes. Setting it down on the table looking at Harry, his expression softened.

"I'm going up to take a nap Remus, freshen up some" Snape sneered at Harry "let me know when Dumbledore arrives". Snape stood there for a long minute staring at Lupin. He looked as if he wanted to rush forward, his face tore with emotion one minute and was empty the next. He finally bowed his head and swept up the stairs.

"Well, Harry exciting morning you're having here", Remus smiled, plopping himself down in the other chair, making up his tea.

Harry looked around. "I don't understand, how did I get here? My wands a portkey?"

"No, not really. Severus made this powder and all he had to do was put the powder on his hand and touch anything. It would then turn into a portkey, encase things got out of hand," he trailed off watching Harry leaned back and shut his eyes.

"Snape is a Death Eater then or not," said Harry slowly.

"Dumbledore will explain when he arrives. Harry, perhaps you should take a nap. The second room is already made up with a bed for you."

Harry followed Lupin upstairs. On the second floor there were two bedrooms and a small bath. Harry followed Lupin to the further of the bedrooms. "Where does Professor Snape sleep?" Harry pointed to the two empty twin beds in the room.

Lupin bowed his head bashfully, "he shares with me. Come on Harry into bed". Harry sat on the bed and took off his shoes. This had been the last thing he would have expected Lupin and Snape, they had hated each other so venomously, last he saw them. No, Harry though Snape had hated Lupin, - Lupin had always been rather kind toward Snape. Trying to get him to understand the situation, to include him in on the conversation. Harry continued getting undress taking off his belt and hesitated and slipped out of his jeans. His shirt was so baggy it hung like a nightshirt. In his T-shirt and boxers climbed into bed. Lupin covered him with a soft blanket.

"What about my Aunt and Uncle" Harry said suddenly. Lupin looked down "I don't know Harry, I'll have that answer for you when you wake.", he brushed the boys bangs out of his eyes.

Harry lay back and Lupin folded his clothes setting them on the truck at the end of the bed. "Get some rest Harry. I'll wake you when Dumbledore arrives".

"Professor Lupin," Harry whispered at the light clicked off, "will you stay a, moment". Remus looked down at the child in the bed, he smiled slightly. "Sure Harry" Lupin sat down next to him and stroked his hair.

"It will be okay you know." Lupin whispered. Harry shut his eyes.

TBC…

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