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Pairing– HPSS
Chapter One
For Severus Snape, hiding in the shadows was no unfamiliarity. From the day he was born, he was forced into a life of loneliness and discrimination. In his childhood, he had been raised to serve his elder brother, whom was destined to be King of the Demons. When he turned fifteen, he attempted to defy his fate of servitude by betraying his family to join the Dark Lord, only to be forced into another life of endless servitude. After his first meeting with the Death Eaters, he was horrified, and yet his foolish rebellion against his family had made it impossible for him to flee from the repercussions of his act. When he turned sixteen, he could no longer bear the horrors his fellow Death Eaters partook in with glee, and turned to Dumbledore in the hopes that he would save him from such a miserable fate. Once again he was forced into a life in the shadows, playing the part of the evil potions master while fate laughed at him.
And so, when Albus Dumbledore came to his classroom with the news that the wards alerting him to Harry Potter's welfare had gone off, he resignedly agreed to check on the boy. Not long after, he was standing at the door of Number Four Privet Drive, wondering how he had managed to destroy his life to such a degree.
Potter's door opened to reveal a beefy man with a face that somewhat resembled a beet.
"What do you want, coming here at this hour?" Severus raised an eyebrow. Apparently the man was as much of a pig as he appeared to be. He almost pitied Potter for being doted on by this whale of a man.
"I am here to check up on your precious boy." The man's face got even redder, if that were possible.
"What do you want with my Dudders?" A frustrated sigh escaped Severus. He really needed to sit down with a cup of tea and relax. 'Perhaps I will indulge in a bath after I finish attempting to communicate with this filth.' He thought to himself.
"I meant Potter, you imbecilic pig." The man's red face was immediately replaced by a pale complexion and a shaking form.
"He's not here. Left about an hour ago, with another of you freaks. Now get away from my house before someone sees you. If I ever see another freak like you again on my doorstep, I'll shoot you!" Severus' eyes widened, almost imperceptibly.
"Is this how you treat those who protect your saviour?" Severus dreaded the answer.
"Now what are you going on about, you bloody freak?"
"You're little prince, Harry Potter, of course."
"Prince? That boy's been nothing but trouble ever since he got here. The only thing he's good at is making himself useless!" Severus growled, and pinned Dursley against the door.
"I am not fond of the boy's pompous attitude either, but even I would not disrespect him in such a manner as you are doing. Are you aware that boy saved your negligible life many times? Do you think that Voldemort would have hesitated to eradicate you from the Earth? I think not! Useless? Even I find that highly unlikely."
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After being dragged from his home by an unknown wizard, Harry had been surprised to find that the wizard had no intention of harming him, but instead had brought him to a nearby park and began to cleanse the bleeding wounds that he had acquired in the Dursley's care.
"Who are you? Are you part of the Order? Why wasn't I told that I would be picked up?" The man shook his head amusedly.
"My name is Raul, and I am not part of any order. I will not harm you, and I would appreciate if you would allow me to answer your questions one at a time rather than having to field so many at once." Harry went bright red as he realized his panicked questions had irritated the man.
"Okay, but why did you take me if you're not part of the order and you don't want to harm me? It seems like these days, pretty much everyone wants to harm me." Raul grinned, and Harry noticed with a shock that his face, which had been rather plain when he had arrived, now had an ethereal glow.
"I have taken you from your home because of your rapidly approaching seventeenth birthday. You see, every few generations, a child is born into the Evans family with the blood of my people, and there is a possibility that this child may be the long awaited king of our people. Every time a child with our blood is born of your family, one of my family, in this case me, is assigned to look after him once his inheritance is sealed. You may very well be one of the false kings, in fact, I highly doubt that you are the true king, but there is a chance, and even if you weren't, you would still be considered king of our people. You will stay with me in our kingdom until the time of your awakening, at which time you will gain much knowledge. After you are crowned king, you will be free to return to this world that you are so fond of."
"Er, I see? I suppose I don't have any choice in this matter, do I?" A glum tone entered Harry's voice, subtle but present.
"I apologize, but I promise that if you place your trust in me, you will not regret that decision." Raul kneeled before him, taking Harry's hand into his own. "You are my king, and as such, I bear no ill feelings towards you. If you will accept my allegiance to you, I will bring you to our homeland now."
"Very well, I accept." A swirling white light surrounded them, and a moment later, the only sign that the two had been there was a small, bloodied handkerchief lying on a park bench.