I edited the first chapter. When I re-read it I found out a lot of errors. Thanks to the review, I finally got the time to edit it. I'm sorry if there are errors, I don't have a beta tester... so please forgive me. Anyway, here is first chapter. I'm still writing the second chapter so just wait for it. I won't be posting the second chapter too soon because my Board Exams are coming and I have to review and pass it:) thanks
CHAPTER I: Events of past and present
It was a grueling summer after the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Cedric Diggory was brutally murdered and worst of all, Lord Voldemort has returned. Harry was staying again with the Dursleys. The only relative he had since his parents died. He didn't like to stay at Privet Drive with them. He pleaded with Professor Dumbledore ever since his first year at Hogwarts to have him stay at the school or at least with the Weasleys. Unfortunately, his pleas were heard on deaf ears. Harry told Dumbledore about the abuse he had been experiencing for as long as he could remember. But Dumbledore shrugged it off and told him it was just their method to discipline him. Also he told him that blood wards are more important than ever since Voldemort has returned. Now he was stuck with the Dursleys until September 1st and it's only been the first week of their summer holidays. He was locked up in his room ever since he came back to Privet Drive, with only 2 bottles of water and some kind of leftover food. He, of course couldn't eat the food given to him because it was spoiled. He doubted that he will have a decent meal the entire summer vacation. His things where locked up in the cupboard under the stairs where he used to live. The only school related things with him were his wand, which of course he keeps in under the loose floorboard and Hedwig. The Dursleys forbade Harry to do his homework, in a way so that he could get in trouble in school and also because they hated anything to do with magic. He was sitting on his bed with a Muggle pen and paper to doodle with. He was drawing Hedwig who was taking a pose inside her cage. No one knew his aptitude for drawing not even Hermione and Ron. He was rather good at sketching. It was his way of taking his mind off things of what happened during his fourth year. Just then his Aunt Petunia called him.
"POTTER!" yelled Petunia, as she cuts the ingredients for dinner that is of course excluding Harry.
"You called, Aunt Petunia?" said Harry as he came downstairs and subtlety taming his long wild hair.
Petunia looked at him with hate and disgust. "Go to the market and buy some snacks for Dudley. There's money right there," she pointed at the countertop with the knife she was handling. " Bring back the change and receipt and if I caught you stealing, Vernon will have his way on you." said Petunia eyeing him dangerously. Harry knew what would happen if he end up at the mercy of his uncle. His uncle will beat him until he couldn't stand up anymore or in some instances blast him with ice-cold water and let him stay outside in the night in hopes of freezing him to death, well whatever he wants to do to him anyway.
"Yes, Aunt Petunia. I'll be on my way then." Said Harry, he reached for the money and pocketed it, then went out to do his chore and of course enjoy the little peace he has while he was outside. He used the long way to the market to drown himself in his thoughts while he walked. He didn't know what to do anymore. Whenever he goes back to Hogwarts, he was happy enough to call it his home. But every year, whenever he comes back to Hogwarts it seems that he has the affinity to attract trouble even when he's not asking for one. It didn't help when he had to put on a face in front of everyone – to be the 'boy who lived'. In truth, he just wants to be normal. Not to be famous just because he killed Lord Voldemort, rather weaken him when he was only a year old. He hated every time he was distinguished as the boy-who-lived and to make matters worse is that there is a certain professor who never ceased to remind him of his so called 'popularity'. He hated him for that. He didn't know why the greasy dungeon bat hated him the first place. At first he thought it was because he didn't know the answer to his question back when he was a first year. And because of that he actually studied Potions but it seems that whenever he turned his back on his cauldron his potion would either boil up crazy or make the potion worse than ever. He wouldn't admit it to anyone but he found Potions quite interesting though not as much as he liked Defense Against the Dark Arts. Then another reason he thought why the dungeon bat hated him was maybe it was because of the Sirius thing back when he was in third year. In his defense, he needed to know the truth and Sirius was his godfather. Finally he resolved that it was probably because Professor Snape just hated him.
Harry arrived at the market and grabbed the snacks for Dudley. He did it quite fast since he didn't want to stay in there for so long. He was carrying the bags as he trudged down back to Privet Drive. He passed the playground and thought he could stay for a little while. Settling down the bags he seated at the swing and began to think again. No one really believed him when he said that Voldemort's back. Of course, Dumbledore and the Weasleys and Sirius believed him. Everyone else thinks he was lying and did not believe him. He looked around him and saw parent picking up their child. How he wished he had experienced it. The only family he considers is Sirius. The moment when he learned that Sirius was his godfather, he felt elated. He finally has a chance to have a family but he had to understand and sacrifice. He understood the situation Sirius is in right now and he would wait until everything goes back to normal. Where Sirius is free and his name is clear and when Voldemort isn't here to ruin not just his life but also everyone in their world. Just then Dudley and his friends were making their way up to him.
"What's the matter, cuz?" said Dudley, spatting the last word.
"Leave me alone, Dudley." Said Harry as he got up the swing and took the bags.
"Aww…" said Dudley as he looked up to the leaving children with their mommy "Did you miss your mum?"
Dudley and his friend were mocking him for not having parents and keeps on teasing him. "Too bad she died, so as your drunk of a father." said Dudley while he laughed with his friends.
" Don't insult my parents!" said Harry feeling the anger bubble up inside of him.
"Ohh… he's gonna put up some fight!" said one of Dudley's friend.
"Like you can land a punch on us!" said Dudley laughing.
Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at him.
"What'cha gonna with that stick? Poke our eyes out?" said one of Dudley's friends. But Dudley suddenly looked terrified and backed off. His friends noticed this and looking at him confused. Just then the skies became dark and thunder and lighting coated the sky. Dudley's friend ran out of fear.
"What are you doing, Potter?" said Dudley looking terrified and continues to back off from Harry. Then dark figures came hovering towards them. Dudley ran for it so as Harry forgetting the snacks he had bought. He knew those dark figures. They suck out every happiness in you and it is not pretty to get caught up by them. They ran towards the bridge but Dudley was caught and sucked out whatever happiness is in him. Harry wasn't too lucky either, another Dementor came towards him and started its meal, luckily he knew how to expel them. He pointed him wand at it and yelled EXPECTO PATRONUM! A silvery shield came out of his wand and expelled the dementor, without cancelling the spell, he pointed it towards the dementor on Dudley and expelled it. Harry ran to his cousin's side immediately and hurriedly helped him on his feet and ran back to Privet Drive. He was surprised to see Mrs. Figg going to their direction. She was in panic as she explained to Harry that she was a squib.
Albus Dumbledore and the other professors were having their dinner when the alarms went off. "What is that?" asked Professor Flitwick who is currently enjoying a conversation with Professor Sprout. The other Professors were disturbed with the alarm as well as they eyed Dumbledore asking what the hell was alarming. Some of them actually drew their wands just to be prepared for upcoming attack. Dumbledore knew what those alarms were. They were the alarms that something may have happened with Harry. And that alarm indicated that it is not good. Dumbledore wandlessly silenced the alarms and stood up eyeing Professor Snape and went out of the Great Hall. The other professors went back to their conversations when the alarms where silenced although McGonagall has a hunch to what the alarm was and silently watched Severus and Albus exit the Great Hall. Severus knew what that look was and what were the alarms. He didn't like it one bit. He had a bad feeling that something is coming and he won't like it. He finished his drink and excused himself. He went to Dumbledore's office and rendezvoused with him at the school grounds. Dumbledore alerted the Order to go to Privet Drive and look what has happened. Severus and Dumbledore apparated in near Privet Drive, soon they were followed by Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Moody and Arthur Weasley. One by one, they appeared from where they apparated so as not to arouse suspicion with the Muggles. Silently, they withdrew their wands and headed towards #4. As they came closer with Albus in lead, Severus and Sirius following closely, Albus tried to check for the wards and realized it has been destroyed. Albus eyed Sirius, he nodded with agreement and took a cautious step towards the front door. As he opened it, they were welcomed by a gruesome scene. The house seems fine from the eyes of the Muggles but to wizards it was a different story. What they saw was the house is almost destroyed. The half of it destroyed into pieces, there is a dark aura enveloping the whole house and what's more is the green skull with snake coming out of its mouth above the house, a sign that Death Eaters committed a cruel murder. Everyone was shocked by what they saw, while they haven't seen the inside they knew something happened and it's not nice.
Siruis took the first step all in his mind is that to find his godson immediately. Remus followed so as Arthur. Before everyone could go in Dumbledore ordered to look for anything within the radius. Dumbledore went inside while the others scattered to look for some clues. Inside what they saw was ghastly. The Dursleys brutally murdered. Dumbledore and Arthur Weasley took a closer look at the Dursleys while Siruis and Remus looked around for signs of Harry. As Dumbledore investigated the scene, he noted that the Dursleys where tortured before finally killing them. Vernon Dursley lying on his own pool of blood. He had multiple stab wounds around the torso. He was gagged with a newspaper and judging from the lacerations around his neck he was choked by a rope to death. True enough he saw the rope lying beside him. Petunia Dursley also suffered from the same fate, as her husband the difference is she wasn't choked rather from the looks of her underwear being ripped forcefully, she was raped. She was sporting an empty facial expression, which Dumbledore guessed was given the Killing Curse. The last, Dudley, looked like didn't suffer much of physical torture, only sporting a broken nose. But he guessed he was subjected to Cruiciatus Curse for a long time before finally killing him with Avada Kedavra. Arthur though not fond of the Dursley's had the decency to cover them up with cloth he had found beside him. "He is not anywhere." Said Sirius with a tone of worry and panic. He was trying hard not to let tears fall from his eyes. He was so worried of what may have happened to Harry his only godson. "Don't worry, I had the others check the area to look for some clues of his whereabouts. In the mean time let's see what information we can gather here before losing the glamour and notify the Muggle Police." Said Dumbledore as he tried to move around the scene of the crime carefully removing their trace. Sirius reluctantly obeyed, he needed to find his godson. He needed to find him quick or he wouldn't stomach if anything happen to him.
Not to faraway from the crime scene, Severus was investigating the area. He didn't like to look for Harry bloody hell Potter. He hated everything about him. He hated that he has her mother's eyes, which was a constant reminder of what he had lost. He wouldn't have bothered with this ruckus if he weren't a spy for the Order. He would have gladly spend the rest of his evening making Potions or better yet reading some book with a firewhisky beside him. But no, he was not allowed to instead he had to find a clue or even Harry Potter if he ever comes his way. Not to faraway from the scene of the crime he heard something. With his sensitivity and years of spying he silently raised his wand and walked as silently as possible to where he was hearing muffled sound of pain. He silently approached like a snake as he was spying his prey. He spotted someone trying to keep pressure on his bleeding left side of his stomach. He also saw his bleeding broken right leg. He had his wand on his right hand raised in case someone might come and ambush him. Severus knew very well that it was Harry Potter judging from the untameable hair he was sporting. He looked at him closely but not letting his presence known. He saw him clutching to his left side while he tried to immobilize his right leg. He was loosing a lot of blood judging from his injuries, he would die if it continues. He was about to announce his presence when he saw Harry Potter cancelling a spell around him. He immediately recognized that he was taking off his glamour. He was shell-shocked when he saw Harry freaking Potter for what he really was. He was sickly thin. His skin almost sticking to his bones. His eyes sunken and lost its emerald shine. Just by looking at his fragile frame he knew that he was malnourished. How he ever did the glamour and hid it from everyone, he didn't know. It's like Harry Potter had seen more deaths than he had. He was very pale not pale because of blood loss but sickly pale, like he hadn't eaten in a great amount of time. He knew those signs, because he himself had experienced it. But he knew to himself that he had not experienced it as Harry Potter did. Even without casting a diagnostic spell, he knew. He knew that he was abused.
As soon as he recovered from his shock, he immediately sat down beside Harry Potter. He didn't care if they were out in the open to be easily ambushed by Death Eaters. He just conjured a tourniquet and bandages and immediately applied the first aid in his broken leg. After quickly putting the first aid on Potter's broken leg he raised his head to look at Potter. He saw the deep gash on his left temple. It was bleeding quite profusely that he immediately tore the hem of his cloak and made a makeshift bandage and tied it around Potter's head. Without really looking at Potter's Lily-like eyes, he removed his cloak leaving him in a long black long sleeve tucked in his black trousers. Severus wrapped his cloak around Potter to at least give him warmth. He then proceeded to replace Potter's hand with his to keep pressure on his bleeding abdomen. Harry looked at him wide eyed, shocked. Of all the people who could've found him, it was his most hated person, Professor Severus Snape. He looked at Snape waiting for him to throw some snarky remark at him. He was waiting for him to comment about how weak he was and how scrawny he looked. But nothing came. He was looking at him. Harry couldn't read his professor's face. He then heard faint footsteps going to their direction, he looked around trying to find who are coming. He looked again at Snape to see if he too was alarmed but he wasn't. Harry was confused, how come Professor Snape isn't moving? Why would he be calm at this moment when Death Eaters would be lurking around? Then he remembered, he remembered the Dark Mark on Snape's left arm. He has shown it to Fudge after the Tri-Wizard tournament. He remembered that Snape was showing Fudge that Lord Voldemort has returned. He heard the footsteps drawing in closer, and because of too much blood loss, Harry Potter is slipping out of consciousness. He was hearing a deep, soothing voice, he wasn't sure if Snape was talking to him, but he could faintly see faces around him. Before slipping out of consciousness, the last words he heard was, "You are safe. You will be fine."
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