Harry was thrown to the floor with a painful thud. He could feel a dull ache spread though his side and wondered if the fall had damaged the hipbone. "You little brat," Snape hissed, Harry's eyes widened as he looked up at the man, "That was private. Can't you keep your nose out of anything?" he spat like a viper.

"I...I didn't mean to sir, I'm sorry!" Harry tried to tell him but Snape wasn't listening. He snarled viciously at the boy and gave him a kick to the stomach, making the teen curl up and cry out.

"Shut up! You are just like your father - a rude, self-centered, pampered brat. You think just because you are The-Boy-Who-Lived you can do anything you like…"

"No sir. I…didn't mean to. I didn't understand why it was here…Urrh!" Harry was stopped from talking when Snape raised his hand and punched him across the face making the boy fall back to the floor, holding his bleeding cheek.

"I SAID SHUT UP! I'm going show you what I think of you, Potter and teach you a lesson that you will never forget. Something your father should have been taught!"

Harry eyes widened as he watched Snape take his wand out and wave it over him. He closed his eyes waiting for the pain of a curse or hex but instead he felt something wrap round his body restricting his movements. He reopen his eyes and saw a black rope wrapped around his body. It was tight enough to let Harry knew there would be scars after he was freed.

"S…Sir please. I'm sorry what happen to you. My father was a bully but he was a child. I'm not him!" Harry cried out feeling panic bubble up as he watched the somberly dressed wizard walk behind his desk and pull out a small glass bottle. The liquid was a deep red, like blood and later on Harry would learn that it was blood; to stop the vampire from bleeding him dry as he attacked him.

The vampire didn't look at him as he took the cork out and downed the red liquid before he threw the bottle at Harry. The teen rolled onto his back allowing the glass to just miss him as it bounced and smashed against the cold stone floor.

"No! you're not your father. You have Lilly's eyes, you shouldn't have her eyes!" Moving back around his desk, Snape's voice was cold and calm. It sent dread though Harry's body as the potion master grabbed Harry by the hair.

"Ahhh!" the teen cried out as he was pulled up onto his knees. He could feel the ropes rub against his skin cutting into his clothes. Clothes rustled as Harry tried to pull his head free from the man's hold but found that Snape was holding him in an iron grip as he pulled open his robes and pulled his trousers down.

"A real lesson."

Hours later Dumbledore came down to the potion master's office when Snape never turned up for their meeting. He knocked on the door but there was no answer. So he opened the door and walked in, "Severus are you…"

"What have you done?!" was all the headmaster said as he looked at the vampire. Snape stood there naked from head to toe over a shivering sobbing boy.

The vampire's eyes were a solid black as he turned to the head master before picking up his wand, smirking as the boy jerked as he did so. He straighten himself and waved his wand cleaning his skin of any fluids that was left behind, before he waved his wand again making his clothes reappear on him.

"Severus what did you do?" Dumbledore asked again. He didn't move from his spot, not even to help Harry.

"Teaching him a lesson."

"What in? That you can't get over your hate for his father? Or that a former Death Eater and Vampire Guard can't change?" Dumbledore asked. Snape was quiet as he looked from the boy to the old man.

"He has no respect for his elders. He needed to be taking down a peg or two!"

"And if it was Draco being disrespectful and another teacher did this to him, would you let it go?" Snape narrowed his eyes.

"Draco is different."

"Why, because he is your godson?" Snape was quiet.

Harry heard the head master come closer and thought the man had come to help him but he just stood there talking to the vampire. He opened his mouth but found no sound would come out. Harry pushed himself up to sit position, finding his body screaming at him to stop. "What are you going to do?" Snape asked.

"Do you really think that he will help us defeat Voldemort now?" Dumbledore snarled. The vampire looked at Harry and winced at the child's broken form…because he is a child you arse-hole…a voice in his head told him…Oh god! I raped a child.

"We could obliviate his memory, heal him up and say he had a bad reaction to the Occlumency." Snape suggested.

"That is all we can do. You will not breath a word of this to a living soul, not even the Dark Lord himself because once he learns that Harry's magic is now tainted he will use that to turn the boy to his side."

The teen couldn't believe this. They were going to cover this up! Dumbledore, the man he thought as a grandfather - who he even called Grandfather - was going to look the other way. Harry grabbed his clothes and pulled them on messily before getting up. Both men looked at him. Dumbledore had nothing on his face that showed Harry that he cared at all and Snape, he looked like he was about to be sick.

"Harry, you need stop! This is for the best. You don't want this memory," Dumbledore said. Harry shook his head. As the old man looked the teen in the eye, he saw blood running down the boy's face.

"You tried to change his eye colour?"

"He has her eyes. Potter's brat does not deserve her eyes," Snape responded. As Harry backed up to the fireplace, the white-haired wizard turned towards the teen and held out his hand.

"Harry, my dear grandson, it will be okay." The dark haired teen shook his head trying to stop the headmaster from raising his wand. "Please understand Harry, this is for the best," The white haired man said as he pronounced the spell,"Obliviate."

Harry couldn't do anything as the spell hit him. His hands reached for his head before he passed out in a crumpled heap on the floor. "Heal him the best you can. I don't want him waking up wondering what happened," Dumbledore hissed at Snape. The potion master moved over to his potion cupboard and pulled out a few before walking over to Harry where the older wizard was standing over him.

"The only thing I can't heal is the bite and his voice."

"What about his voice?" Dumbledore snapped. He was beyond angry with Snape ... and Harry. He couldn't believe that the man had lost control of himself …maybe I've been messing with his blood potions to much … he thought. But he was mad at Harry because he knew something will go wrong, it always did when came to the brat. His perfect little weapon wouldn't 't be of much use to him if he remembered.

"I used a stripping hex on his throat," The vampire confirmed as he poured another potion down the broken teen's throat.

'Merlin if Lupin smells him I'm dead,' he thought as he watched the cuts and bruises fade from the boy's face and body.

"You are a foolish man, Severus. Why did I even trust you with your own bloody nephew!" Dumbledore ground out.

The potion master turned his head quickly and looked at the man standing there. His eyes were widened before they narrowed in anger, "What do you mean he's my nephew? I don't have any brothers or sisters!" Snape hissed as he stood up.

Well, was too late now to lie, Dumbledore thought as he realised that he had spoken out aloud. He had let the cat out of the bag so to speak, literally.

"You're Lilly's twin brother," He said with a sneer, "Your mother couldn't keep both of you because of your father, so I placed Lilly in a muggle home when she showed no sign of magical marks."

The weeks following the shocking events were slow, even for Snape. His mind twisted and his stomach churned as he thought about what he done to his own nephew and what he thought about Lilly. How he and Lilly had, had one night together before she married James 'bloody' Potter. But his days at Hogwarts got far worse when Harry showed up to class one week later, after he came out the hospital wing, fake reports saying he had been attacked by a vampire.

He looked sick, his skin was snowy white and there were dark circles around his eyes, like he hasn't slept for a week. Snape knew he had been having detention with that foul, pink, piglike woman and he had seen him walk the halls at night going back to his dormitory; sometimes at 4 in the morning.

"Potter are you even listening?" Snape hissed at him. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't give up the act now. The boy didn't answer …no, how could he… he thought bitterly but he saw fear in the teen's eyes and he knew the boy remembered, "Stay behind after class."