Author's Note: I have had a new idea for a story, that I will be writing along side Silver Dreams (A maruaders era fic).
I haven't ever read anything like this specifically but I have seen certain aspects of this elsewhere. I thought it would be interesting so here we are!
The Prologue (Part One):
- One -
'Tomorrow, it is my eleventh birthday. Though that means nothing here. Every year it is not even acknowledged and I end up celebrating alone. My parents are dead and my aunt and uncle treat me terribly, and encourage their son to do the same. I wish I had the power to escape them, but I am alone', Harry wrote into his Diary before hiding it under his floorboard and, failing miserably, he attempted to fall asleep.
- Two -
"Answer the door, freak!" Screamed the all too familiar voice of Vernon Dursley. Harry shook slightly at his words and ran down the stairs.
"Who on Earth could be calling at this hour?", questioned Petunia Dursley as she scurried around the house, furiously cleaning away - despite there being not a speck of dirt in sight.
Harry opened the door and surveyed the man before him from top to bottom: he had a tall, thin frame; clad in dark, flowing robes covered his frame - which matched the shade of his dark (if not slightly greasy) hair, it hung across the majority of his face but he looked youthful as well as unreadable.
"I don't know... Sir!", shouted Harry, who shook violently: he was deathly afraid of being beaten again, but was also deathly afraid of the strange visitor.
"My name is Snape, Severus Snape, and I have come to speak with your relatives. In the future, I would appreciate them not leaving me in the doorway and coming to see me themselves, instead of sending a young boy to speak with strangers", said the stranger in a hollow, monotone voice.
A glass smashed in the kitchen and Petunia poked her long neck around the doorway, gasping at the stranger she beckoned for him to come in, "Vernon, come down! Though you will not be pleased...", she shouted in a shaken tone upwards.
Snape interrogated Petunia and Vernon about the cause of Harry's Hogwarts letters being ignored. Petunia and Vernon had no answer, they had hoped nobody would find out or else no one would care if Harry did not reply. They had been wrong.
Snape looked deeply into Harry's eyes before examining Petunia and Vernon, " I knew you were a jealous and selfish child, but I would have hoped you would grow up". He took a sharp intake of breath before continuing in his eeriely calm voice, "How can you treat Lily's son so poorly? I am disgusted with you, Petunia".
Snape took Harry by the hand and lead him to his room, "Pack your things, we are leaving now. This is worse than I could have imagined, Dumbledore is a fool".
Harry was oddly pleased that the man was saving him. 'Regardless of where I am going to be taken, it must be better than here', thought Harry as he collected his things into a small, beaten trunk.
Author's Note: Thank you for reading, I hope you will follow this story if you wish to see more and comment if you have any criticisms or ideas of what you think will happen next.