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kay, so this is my first Harry Potter Fanfiction so, I'm not used to writing them...The thing with this is that it's a bit complicated.

It's obviously a Harry/Snape story, but at some stage I may pull Draco into the plot.

I'd really appriciate it if you reviewed, it makes sense if your going to read it that you'd leave a comment. Plus it's a nice gesture. It let's me know if people are interested in reading more chapters.

No Flames! Honestly, there just arrogant...don't be annoying me with them.

On the other side of the streets.

Chapter One: Run Away Teen.

The private estate of Privet Drive hummed with serenity, as a veil of darkness eased between the even fractures that separated each house. A shadow lounged across the summers grass, enshrouding the blooming flowers in a casket of dusk. Darkness fell upon the neat little houses; it wiggled into the tiniest holes and enclosed the street in a serene manner. One by one, the streetlights flickered and emitted a low glow along the pavement. The vague shadows of life rustled behind net curtains, drawing the blinds and bringing a close to all signs of activity.

As normal as it sounds, there was just one house on the street that emitted any signs of life - number 4. The two storey, red-bricked house rested between the silence of its neighbours. A sudden yelp, and a cry of pain echoed from inside and the recently painted blue door was swung open. A beam of light lit the drive and the shadow of a tall and thin young man was produced along concrete. Another then enveloped his form, this time belonging to a large, round moustached man. The man, known to the neighbours as Vernon Dursley, clenched his beefy fists around the thin man's shoulders and thrust him severely from the doorstep. With a laboured heave, he hurled a large case after the thin man, who had skidded against the low brick wall, merely steadying himself with the help of a shovel that stood erect in the thick soil. The case bounced against the concrete and knocked against the thin man's foot. He yelped and recoiled from the soil that was now clung to his shoes.

"And stay out!" Mr Dursley barked, "Good for nothing whelp!"

He rammed a large yellow cage onto his doorstep and slammed the door shut. A series of hooting quivered from the cage and it began rattling. The thin man ran to the cage, softly whispering through the bars and stroking the snow flake feathers of a large Arctic owl. He glared back at the now shut door. The dull thump in his foot reverberated even more as he hauled his heavy trunk down the drive and turned right, into the darkness of the night.

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After lugging the heavy trunk away from the private estate, the young man accepted defeat and sat on a low wall to rest his aching body. He dropped the trunk to his feet and settled the cage on the wall next to him. Hunching over he clenched his eyes and buried his head in his knees. It was even darker on this street. A row of dilapidated houses, each with boarded up windows and graffitied walls faced him. No light shone from either end of the road, and the bulbs hung at an angle from the street lights. Below them a twinkling layer of glass was scattered along the path. Some stray paper rustled along the road, getting stuck in the grates that were clogged with dead leaves and rocks. Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that the thin man, hunched over on the wall, was actually just a young boy.

Harry Potter had once again found himself trapped in a situation which provided no happy ending. Thrust like a filthy rag from his uncle's house, he was left with no options. What happened wasn't his fault. He had tried explaining, he tried to reason but they just wouldn't listen. Now he had no where to go. He was completely abandoned with a heavy trunk, his owl Hedwig and no muggle money. A light breeze had picked up and began nipping at his bare skin, exposed through a thin cotton t-shirt. He mentally cursed himself. He should have known better, should have known no matter how hard he tried he wasn't going to be able to send letters. He should have known the Dursley's would be monitoring the mail, especially after the phone call his best friend, Ron Weasley had tried to make.

"Guess we're trapped girl," he muttered to Hedwig, poking a finger through the bars of her cage. He received a gentle nip in return and a solemn hoot.

Sighing greatly, Harry examined his surroundings. It was an abandoned area. There was nothing, just empty houses - or what was left of them - and broken down walls reduced to rubble. The street was adorned with cracks in the pavement and rubbish strewn across the area. A tangle of wilderness was sprouting behind him. From where he sat, Harry could see the corner shop. It was a small, family owned business, and the texture of the building suited the area in which it was situated. Something suddenly caught Harry's eye. Across from where he was seated, a shadow was emerging from a thin alley way. He froze, not knowing what to do. Should he move? Should he stay seated and ignore the oncoming threat? The shadow grew larger and the sound of heels clicked sharply against the concrete. Fear caught in his throat and an intense gust of wind clipped him across the ear, blowing his hair wildly up. Hedwig rustled next to him. Protectively wrapping an arm around her cage, Harry whipped his wand from his pocket and snapped it in the direction of the shadow.

"Fame and glory inside the walls of Hogwarts not enough Potter," a malicious, all to familiar voice sneered.

The shadow lightly strolled across the road and stood before Harry. The young wizard bit his lip, retreating his gaze to the floor.

"Is it shame or conceit that hinders your ability to meet my gaze?" Harry lowered his wand and slowly, almost painfully forced his eyes to meet that of his Professors. His eyes locked with the dark, menacing tunnels of Severus Snape. The large man glared down his hooked nose at Harry, a hint of a smirk played on his lips. He was dressed in his daily attire. Black pants, black button up coat and a white shirt.

"Run away teen on the agenda today is it, Mr Potter?" he smirked, "And I thought putting you life on the line with Dark Wizards was in your case, reaching for the clouds."

Harry grimaced in the dark. "They kicked me out," he muttered pathetically, almost hoping that Snape would show him an ounce of pity. Harry could hear his Professor clucking his tongue in annoyance. Snape clicked his heels.

"Take your trunk Potter and follow," he snapped, turning swiftly on his heel and starting off down the road.

Harry's head snapped up. Had he heard correct. "What? Follow you?"

"Now Mr Potter! I do not have time to waste Molly coddling over a pretentious spoilt brat"

Harry obediently snapped up from the wall and clutched his trunk. He shuffled down the street after Snape, a disturbed feeling rooting deeper and deeper into his stomach. Was he serious? He was actually following Snape. There must be something wrong.

Regardless, Harry couldn't help but feel an ounce of security root in his mind, this was familiar, something he recognized. He came to a halt behind the large, dark figure of his Potions Master.

"We are apparating, catch my hand."

Harry gasped. Now things were getting freaky. "Catch your hand?" he questioned, cocking an eyebrow into the darkness.

"Are you absolutely incapable of following simple instructions!? Are you hard of hearing, is that it Mr. Potter?" Snape growled. He clutched Harry's shoulder, squeezing intensely and growled "Hold on Potter."

ok, so that concludes chapter one. I needed to get Harry out of the Dursley's and here he is, out and with Snape. Yeah! Go Snape.

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