Harry James Potter Snack
Warnings: child abuse, self harm, suicide themes, SuperPower Harry, neglect, manipulative Dumbledore if any of these offends you please don't read.
Summary: Snape and Sirius have to raise Harry who has been badly abused by his relatives, can the two people who how it feels mistreated, who also hate each other and come together and help him.
Set: The Summer before forth year.
I hope you enjoy this fan fiction and if you like please review if you have a couple of minutes to spare, and also be very harsh, I need a bit of harshness as it probably the worse fan fiction ever. Oh if your wondering what Snack meant it is Snape and Black put together, I was thinking about it last night and I found it highly amusing. So anyway here it goes. Also Sirius was free after POA but Pettigrew still escaped.
Chapter 1: Abusing the Soul
Harry Potter was having he ever had, he was sitting in his bedroom wondering how his life got so bad, he never thought he was going to be a murderer, it took him thirteen years to realise he killed his parents, it was his that they were dead. He was a cold blooded killer that needed to be stopped, as he thought his sliver dagger cut a deep line through his already abused skin, his blood was pouring down Harry's arm, freeing him form his thoughts and just concentrated on the pain.
The bleeding stopped, it was his fault that his godfather Sirius Black was imprisoned in Azkaban for twelve years, he cut deeper, the blood was warm and sticky and felt good against his cool skin but the blood was dirty and Harry felt so good that the blood was leaving his body.
The bleeding stopped, if he was never born his parents would still be alive, his godfather would have never have gone to prison, he wouldn't have to keep fighting a losing battle, in his opinion, against Lord Voldemort, the most evil wizard of all time, would come back no matter how he tried or is going to try to keep him body less, and when he comes back, he would look like a failure, the savior of the wizarding world a failure, everyone would be so much happier without him, he cut deeper.
His Uncle's footsteps came loudly towards his room, he knew that he was coming for him, his bedroom door opened to reveal a large man with a rather large mustache, his face was an angry puce colour and he swaggered slightly as he walked, he was drunk, the beating was always worse when he was drunk, he staggered closer and closer towards him, he picked Harry up, his breath smelled of alcohol and cigarettes and threw up against the wall, Harry whimpered in pain, which his Uncle ignored, the man ripped of Harry shirt and took off his belt.
One hit...
Two hits...
Three hits...
Four hits...
Five hits...
Six hits...
Seven hits...
Eight hits...
After that the pain was to much and Harry faded into unconsciousness, but his merciless uncle carried on until he was satisfied, with a swift kick in the ribs he left.
I hope you enjoyed it, even though it was slightly depressing, one of the words I use a lot is depressing how depressing is that! xx