Hello. So this is my first Harry Potter fanfiction. I once tried to write one, but my 'friend' said I didn't know how the fandom worked. So, if you liked this please prove her wrong and leave me a review!

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Harry Potter flinched as Vernon Dursley, a big round man with a forgetful face, hovered above him. His uncle growled, and looked back at the kitchen in anger.

"You foolish little freak! Look what you've done to my house! For this you shall be punished!" Vernon's voice was loud and rough with anger that pulsed through his every vein. He looked down on the small boy, and brought his fist up. Vernon hit the Potter boy once, sending him to the floor in seconds. Vernon continued to hover over him.

"Not in the kitchen dear!" Petunia Dursley said from her seat at the table where her and Dudley were sitting. Dudley was too busy stuffing his face and watching the tv on the counter to notice the events that had taken place.

The kitchen was a wreck due to the cooking accident that had happened not long ago. Harry was going to sturr the mix of gravy on the stove, but with his three relatives barking at him to go faster, and to get them drinks, he had forgotten, and stirred the mix too late. The hot, boiling mess had went all over the stove, and the nearby counters, some even flung to the refrigerator across the kitchen. Harry, who had been standing over the mix, yelled as the hot mix hit him in the face as it exploded. Then it all was a blur, and suddenly he was in the floor being hit by a man who was 4 times his size. Harry Potter was small for a 12 year old, but next to his elephant of an uncle, he looked even smaller.

Vernon stopped, his fist in the air remained there shaking slightly with anger, and turned to look at his wife.

"As you wish dear" he said, his voice lowering for her. He then bent over Harry, and picked him up by the neck, his sharp fingernails digging into the dirty, unwashed skin, as he carried Harry into his room. Only the best for a freak like Harry Potter, he thought as he walked down the hall, and to the small room under the stairs. He shoved Harry into the door, and started hitting the skinny boy. He hit him, 5, 10, 15 times until his anger was spent.

Vernon, breathing heavily, opened the cupboard door, and with what was left of his energy, hurled the Potter boy into the room. Harry's unconscious body flung into the wall, before it dropped down with a soft bang. Vernon quickly shut the door, and locked all 5 locks before walking back into the kitchen. His wife had started to clean up a little bit, but he went over to her and stopped her.

"No, no dear. Make the little freak do it later" Vernon said, still breathing heavily. His wife smiled, and looked at him.

"Oh Vernon, you're so handsome, and strong" she said, and leaned into kiss his crusty lips, above his double chin. He smiled after they finished, and quickly picked up his briefcase by the door.

"I'll see you later loves" he said cheerfully as he walked out of the door. Nothing excited Vernon more than teaching his freak of a nephew a lesson before work. Whistling, he went to his car and drove off.

In his cupboard Harry groaned, and in his hazy state he did not notice the small popping sound that echoed through the small, empty room.

"Mr. Harry Potter, what has they done to you?" Dobby, the small house elf muttered as he looked at the boy. Dobby had been keeping an eye on Harry since he freed him. Dobby owed his life to Harry Potter. "Stupid muggles!" Dobby said with anger, and tried to get himself to think of a solution. With a fierce cry, he popped away. He left to get the only man Dobby knew who could probably be of any help, Severus Snape.

Severus Snape woke up with a start, the first thing he noticed was that his estate alarms were going off. Someone was in the living room. He quickly got up out of his king sized bed, and promptly put on black robes. He was not afraid, for anyone stupid enough to try to break into this house must have a death wish. Especially at this time in the morning. Severus looked at the clock on the wall as he passed through his small kitchen. Ok, so maybe 8:30 wasn't necessarily early, but still, the threat remained. Severus took out his wand as he walked into the big living room, but lowered it when he saw the small, ugly house elf he knew as Dobby.

"Dobby, explain yourself! Why are you in my living room on the first day of the summer holiday?" Severus's voice was deep, and demanding. He reserved this voice for his classroom, as it was known to scare trouble out of any young witch or wizard. Dobby noticed his angry demeanor and started to shrink back upon himself, but then he remembered why he was here.

"Mister Severus, Dobby has come because he needs your help sir" Dobby said with as much confidence as a small house elf could have faced with Severus Snape, the dungeon's worst nightmare.

"Why, of all people, would you need my help?" Severus asked with the anger still evident in his voice.

"It's Harry Potter sir. He needs your help." Severus inwardly groaned. He thought he was rid of Potter for the summer. Damn his bad luck.

"Why didn't you go to McGonagall, his head of house, or even Dumbledore?" Severus asked quietly, still peering over the house elf.

"Something told Dobby to get you sir. Mister Harry Potter needs your help sir." Severus sighed, and quickly turned off the alarms that were still going off. He looked down at the pleading house elf, and sighed.

"Fine! Take me to him" Severus said, anger gone. He hoped this wouldn't ruin his summer.

Harry Potter was still unconscious when the pair arrived. Severus had to bend in the small room to keep from hitting his head, and he looked down at Harry in silence. Severus cursed Harry Potter. What had they done to the foolish boy? He looked over the bruises forming, but Severus knew he couldn't do anything in the small cramped space.

He looked down at Dobby who was kneeling beside Potter, and his anger intensified.

"Go get Dumbledore, and Mcgonagall. Explain to them what happened and tell them to meet me back at my estate. I will take care of the muggles, and Mr. Potter and I will be there shortly." As Severus finished Dobby took one last look at Harry Potter and then popped off to do as he was told.

Severus cursed his bad luck. He thought being a spy for the light would save him from dealing with these stupid, careless, events, but he was wrong. It made people want to trust him, which was never good. People trusting him always ended up with him being forced into doing something he didn't want to do.

He looked back down at Harry Potter and sighed. He quietly noticed how much Harry looked like his mother, Lily, who was once the love of his life. Anger riled up inside of him again. How dare anyone hurt the child of his beloved Lily. He growled and turned to the small door.

Severus could hear commotion outside. There was a constant noise, and Severus guessed the television was playing.

"Alohomora" Severus whispered as he pointed his wand toward the door, and he waited as he heard several locks open. How many locks did they need to keep the Potter boy in here? Severus wasn't shocked with what he saw, but the others in the house were.

Petunia still sat at the table with her son, and jumped when the tall figure walked into the room. She recognized him quickly though, and pulled her son to stand behind him.

"Petunia, how unpleasant to see you" Severus began and hid a smile as she cowered in the corner of the messy room.

"What are you doing here you freak? Get out of my house! I'll call the cops!" Her voice was shaky with fear, but there was a hint of anger.

"How dare you touch him! You bring shame to your sister and her family! You are a disgrace of a woman. You were trusted" Severus started, but Petunia cut him off.

"We never wanted him! My sister and your lot are freaks! Just like him! He deserved what he got!" She yelled and Severus came closer to her. He pointed his wand at her, and she shook uncontrollably with the fear that was evident on her face.

"I should call the police on you" Severus said, but stopped as he heard a soft groan from the hallway. Potter must be coming to, he thought, and backed up. "This isn't over. Potter will never be back" He said ending the conversation quickly, as he backed out of the room, wand still pointed at them. He cursed his lack of time, and his bad luck once more as he walked back into the small cupboard where he had left Harry.

The boy was moving slightly, and groaning. Severus picked him up quickly, noting how little he weighed, and quickly apparated to his private estate, where surely Dumbledore, McGonagall, and the house elf Dobby were waiting.

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