It was a miserable rainy day at Little Whinging, but it was a dreadful day for a certain boy living in the cupboard under the stairs at Number 4 Privet Drive. The Dursleys went on vacation to the Seaside, Vernon insisted he needed a vacation, leaving poor Harry Potter locked away with no food or water. Harry wouldn't have minded not having food since the Dursleys forgot to feed him anyways. The small boy did mind the fact that Vernon had beaten him the night before the huge man left town.

It all started the day before the family left for vacation, it was a nice warm summer day. Harry was doing his chores like he was supposed to be doing. When dinner came around, Harry went to cook it before Vernon came home, but Vernon came home early and he was drunk. The huge man did not appreciate the fact that there was no food on the table. Harry had paid for it because that night he was beaten to a bloody pulp. Vernon had grabbed him from the kitchen and threw him into the living room. Harry had tried to get up, but being thrown from such a long distance broke his ribs. Vernon didn't care, he went over there and pounded his fists at the small boy. Harry tried to protect himself by curling into a ball, but it pained him too much. If the beating wasn't enough Vernon had plans to make him miserable. Vernon decided that Dudley should beat him while Vernon raped him. It lasted for hours in that living room. When Vernon had enough, the big man threw Harry into his cupboard.

Harry wasn't quite sure how long he was in his tiny cupboard, but then again it was hard to figure out when one fell in and out of consciousness. What startled him was when someone opened the door of his cupboard. Someone Harry least expected to opened the door. The next thing the small boy remembered was slipping into a world of darkness.

Meanwhile at Hogwarts

Severus Snape woke up that miserable day planning to work on making more potions for the Hospital Wing. It was a never ending process because the students used so much of the potions. Every summer, Snape restores the shelves for the next year. After Snape had his breakfast, he was heading to his potions lab when the dark man's fireplace lit up and an old man's head popped into the fireplace.

"Ah, Severus, my boy! I didn't miss you," the old man's head said.

"Albus, how come you always come in the most inconvenient times," Snape sighed in annoyance.

"Well, my boy, I have come to asked you a favor. If you don't mind doing it?"

"No Albus, I do not mind, it's not like I am doing anything important," Snape sarcastically said.

"Of course not, my boy. Now, now can you please step through and then we'll talk about this favor." Albus's head all the sudden vanish as quickly as it came. Not a minute after Snape stepped into the fireplace with a handful of floo powder. He threw in the powder and yelled, "Dumbledore's Office."

Dumbledore was already sitting behind his desk. Snape went to his favorite chair that was on the right of Albus's desk.

"Lemon drop," the old man asked.

"No Albus." Snape grimly said.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" Albus asked again.

"No, Albus." Snape repeated again. "I am quite full from breakfast."

"Well, we should get to business then. It seems that Harry Potter might be in danger. My alarms have been going on and off the past week." The man paused. Snape gave him a nod to keep him from talking.

"I'm sure Potter is fine, but I will go and check on him. I will go now since I do have plans for the day that cannot have any interruptions," Snape said grimly as if his whole day has been ruined. Meanwhile Albus's face lit up with a smile when he heard Snape would go and check on Harry Potter.

"This does not mean that I care for Potter nor does it mean I like him either. I am only doing this as a favor for you." Snape said before he flooed to his quarters.

Snape stepped into his rooms briefly to change into muggle clothes while thinking to himself that only Potter is special enough to receive this attention. Dumbledore wouldn't go through all this trouble for anyone. Just for Potter, The Boy-Who-Fogot-To-Die. Once he was dressed he went to the floo once more. He walked out of the fireplace only to be greeted by Ms. Figg.

"Oh hello, Professor Snape. What are you doing here?" Ms. Figg has always been a friendly woman. A bit batty, but nice.

"Hello, Ms. Figg. How have you been?" The teacher asked.

"Oh, well quite well. Everyone has been doing much better now since Mr. Timbles is no longer in pain." Ms. Figg has always favor her cats. She had too many cats for Snape's taste.

"That's good I must be going I have to check on Potter now," Snape called out since by this point he has reached the door.

"Oh, you're going to see Harry. Finally Albus has listened to me. There is something not right in that house. You listen to me, The Dursleys have been gone for a whole week. They didn't bring Harry with them. I haven't seen Harry outside all week and I went by the house one evening to see how he was doing. He didn't answer the door and there weren't any lights on either." The teacher did not say one word and quickly mumbled something like ignorant golden boy. He walked out of the house to go to Number 4 Privet Drive.

When Snape arrived at the house that looked the same as every other house on the street. Everything looked so perfect. Nothing was out of place from any of the other houses. It was the morning, so he couldn't tell if the boy was there or not. Snape knocked on the door three times and waited. Snape didn't hear a thing.

He knocked again and waited. Snape didn't hear a peep. Snape walked to the window and looked in, but didn't see anyone in the house. He took out his wand pointing to the door.

"Alohamora," he whispered. The door clicked open and he walked right in the house. He walked around the living room and didn't find anything. The kitchen seemed deserted. Going upstairs and checking the bedrooms he didn't find a soul, but looking around the house he noticed small little things like the fact that there were only two bedrooms that occupied a bed and the only boy living here looked like a fat little boy. There was not one picture that looked like Harry had lived here.

"Point me, Potter," he whispered to his wand once more. The wand went crazy pointing to the direction of the stairs. When he went down it was still pointing to the stairs, but the smart teacher knew otherwise. Upon investigating he found a cupboard under the stairs where the wand was pointing to the door.

The Dursleys could not have put him in the cupboard. Snape mused to himself. Outside the door there were locks to keep something in the cupboard. It was like there was a vicious animal. It could be possible it was Harry. He unlocked the doors and found a small boy curled inside the cupboard. The small boy looked as if someone has hurt him. Upon closer inspection Snape saw the boy in a puddle of blood. Snape's face turned white. Snape's vision turned red. Anger is all he felt. How could the Dursleys do this type of abuse on their nephew? He quickly gathered the boy in his arms and apparated out of the house.

Snape apparated outside the gates of Hogwarts. He ran in carrying the small boy with him to the Hospital Wing. He did not slow down until he got to his destination. Barging through the doors Snape startled a pump looking woman.

"Severus, what is the meaning of this? Scaring me half to death," shrilled the pump witch.

"Madame Promfrey, I have Potter here." Madame Pomfrey interrupted him at once hearing the name Potter.

"What has the boy done now? Put him there and let me do my job," she demanded.

The midi-witch ran diagnostic scans on him and finally a quill and paper appeared with the quill racing across the paper. While Pomfrey was doing her scans she tsked the whole time. She was obviously not happy about the results. As Pomfrey was working Snape watched the whole time, he finally spoke when he saw she was finishing up.

"How bad is he?" She looked up with a frown on her face. "He's bad, but he'll live after I'm done with him." She picked up the paper with all the results.

"He's malnourished, three broken ribs, one rib launched in his lung, lacerations on his back, a broken leg, and…oh no." She froze.

"What? What's wrong?" Snape asked alarmed. Snape wanted to know what was worse than what he was hearing.

"He's been raped. He's bleeding from his anal opening and there will be scaring." Snape fumed when he heard that.

"I'm going to see Albus. I'll be back," Snape rushed off to the office.

"Chocolate Frogs," he yelled out to the entrance. Snape arrived and barged through the doors.

"Albus, Potter is in the Hospital Wing. I had to take him out of the house because those muggles have abused him." Snape yelled at the old man.

"Oh no, how bad is he?" Dumbledore worried.

"Very bad. He has been neglected, abuse physically, sexually, and emotionally. Albus you never told me the boy was living in conditions like that." Snape sank down into his chair.

"Severus, I did tell you to try to get to know the boy. I knew his childhood has not been nice. I knew he was being abused, but I never imagined it could get as bad as that." Snape jumped out of his chair.

"You knew he was being abused, but never did anything about it," Snape yelled while staring at Dumbledore with a murderous expression.

"Yes, I did." Dumbledore said confidently.

"What's wrong with you?" An outraged Snape yelled.

"There was no one to take him for the summer. He can't stay here for the whole year," Dumbledore tried to reason with Snape.

"That's no excuse. What about Lupin? He's coming to teach he can watch the boy." Dumbledore shook his head sadly. "Lupin is not allow since he is a werewolf. The Ministry will not allow it."

"Then what about Molly? She loves the boy."

"Does she really need another mouth to feed?" Dumbledore asked seriously.

"Well, Potter needs someone now," Snape pointed out.

"I am too old for the job and so is Minerva. We have to give him to someone he is familiar with, so that leaves him with you." Dumbledore waited for the dark man in front of him to start protesting, but all he received was a glare.

"If you must give him to me I guess I have to accept." Snape was not happy about a Potter staying in his house, but once Albus has an idea he normally makes it happen.

"That's good, my boy. Let me get the guardian papers for you to sign and once that's done he is your ward." Dumbledore clapped his hands and smiled over to the dark haired man. With a twinkle in his eye.

"Then let me tell Potter the wonderful news," Snape sarcastically said.