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Warning!: slash HP/SS ( of course) you do not have to like it. If this problem arises. Turn off your monitor, spin three times and find something else to read.

General warning: if at any point that you are reading that you decide you absolutely do no like it than stop reading. No one is forcing you. You do not have to like it. Also I will not be taking out any scenes.

Summary: This is Harry's 7th year. Snape escaped being accused of Dumbledores murder because Minerva Mcgonagal has now taken Dumbdores place as headmaster and leader of the order. She vouched for him in trail and he was set free. The Dark lord is starting to suspect his traitorous ways and sends him on a mission he knows will test the man's loyalty in both directions. But snape is harboring a secret from one of his masters. And now it seems everything he tried to keep buried is going to come back and bite him. Literally.

Prologue: Riddle manor

He stood in the shadows and watched as his lord punished all of those who had disappointed him. His lord, a pale man that sat on his throne and took pleasure in the torture of his death eaters along with anyone that got in his way. His lord, who pinned after a boy that has seemed to slip from his grasp at every turn. His Lord, who right now so desperately wanted to wrap his slim fingers around that Potters neck. As yet again his death eaters had failed to bring the young man to him.

Snape watched as one after the other his lord uses the unforgivable Cruciatus curse on his fellow death eaters. he looked away from the men withering on floor having nothing better to do but grovel and cry like innocent children. Not like the men they were. He chuckled as Bellatrix Lestrange, a mad women for even his masters standards, started to cry like a child scorned, begging for forgiveness.

"Snape!"

Severus shivered as his lord called his name. All the death eaters turned and opened a path for him; straight to his lord. As he neared the throne his lords eyes following him like a snake waiting for the mouse, ignoring the man groaning on the floor. He kneeled, placing one knuckle on the stone floor while resting the other on the leg, bowing his head.

"My lord?"

"Severus, why do you laugh?" he asked in an dangerous whisper.

Snape jumped as fingers touched his back. Running across his shoulders. Coaxing him into an answer. He bit his lip for a moment before opening his mouth but no words escaped. Pain was shooting down every nerve in his body and it took every ounce of strength he had to not fall over like the others. His lord laughing as he almost screamed in pain. But he dug his nails into his palm. I will not be weak. And when he thought he would fall over and do anything to make it end, his master cut the curse off.

Voldemort stood and watched as Snape took deep breathes and prepared himself for another curse and he was fully intending to hit him again but an idea struck and his smile widened.

"Severus why don't you complete what these, " he scowled at those cowering around him," couldn't. Bring me Harry potter"

Snape took deep breathes as he listened to his lord. Anything but that.

"Yes my lord." he whispered.

"And you won't fail me will you Severus" Voldemort said with warning backing every word. They all knew what happened to those who failed their lord.

"No my lord" he answered reverently shivering as every word ghosted over him.

"Then fetch him. I think it's about time I bled that potter of all that muggle loving blood of his." The Picture of Potter splayed across a table, the blood flowing freely from the open wound created a thirst in him. He tried to push all thoughts out of his head with he stared at the floor. But the picture of potter plagued him.

His lord turned and sat on his throne. Laughing. Glaring at those around him. Few of the death eaters laughed, but as their lord looked around more joined in. Snape looked up at his lord and his lord stared down at him.

"Now leave" he said with a wave and with several distinct snaps the death eaters disappeared from sight.

Part 1/ Snape outside private drive number 4

Snape stood outside the door and listened to the crashing and screaming coming from the house. Surprise flittering across his face. This is where potter had grown up? This small muggle house? he composed his face as he grasped the knocker and banged on the door. The noise in the house cut off and Severus was slightly curious as to what had been going on. Be hears the locks on the door click open as a round man with a red face opened the door. At the sight of him, it seemed to anger the small fat man even more changing his face to a deep purple as he bellowed.

"Get the hell off my property you freak!" and slammed the door in Snapes face; replacing all the locks that had been in place before he had opened the door.

Snape stood there dazed for a moment before anger started to seep to the surface. He cast a notice- me - not charm on himself and apparated onto the other side of the door. He stood frozen at the site that had eluded him when the round man who standing before him had opened the door a moment ago.

Vernon Dursley stood above a small, thin boy who had managed to make himself as small as possible with messy black hair hanging loosely around the boys' shoulders. He had his arms raised for protection of what little they could.

"How dare you bring them here you stupid worthless freak!" Vernon brought his big beefy hand crashing on the boys arm and grabbed him. Throwing Harry against the wall.

"I told you! You are not going back to that school just to join those freaks that teach you! I read your diary. I'm not going to allow you to have those fantasies in my house!" Dursleys face was inches from Harry's nose.

Snape watched with horror as the beefy man pushed himself against the frail boy that was against the wall. Harry had no chance to push the man away.

"You are not getting away this year." Vernon sneered, "Your friends can't help you. They don't want you." his fingers dug into the flesh of Harry's arms. "That headmaster of yours sent me a letter. I can do whatever I want to do to you." he smile a beefy smile and he put both Harrys small wrists in one hand and used the other to hit the boy across the face.

"And I'm going to start with teaching you how you should behave when I'm around you."

Vernon pushed the boy's shirt above his head and Snape could see all the bruises that lay across the boy's chest and stomach, cuts that ran along every rib. And the cuts that peaked from around Harry's side. He could see the lightly toned muscles underneath the skin from years of Quiddich, tensing as the man's hands ran up his skin.

"You should pay close attention boy. And enjoy it while it lasts."

Vernon pulled out a knife and ran it from the boy's neck down to his pants frowning when they got in the way. But that didn't stop Vernon from totally tearing Harry's pants with the knife so they just fell off around the boy's feet. He moved the knife to the boy's thighs and stuck the tip into Harrys leg until blood started welling from the top then ran it to his inner thigh.

Snape listened to harry scream as the knife dug into his skin and was dragged across. But he still could not move. His eyes followed the blood flowing from the boys thighs. This was the boy that lived. Dumbledore's golden boy. The ticket to the destruction of his lord. The only way he would be free. And here he was being tortured by a hippopotamus of a man that was supposed to protect him. Here he was doing the same thing the dark lord wanted to do to the young man.

Vernon shut his blade and punched the boy in the gut taking pleasure in the gurgling sound that escaped Harrys' lips along with a small dribble of blood that ran down his chin. He smiled a wicked smile.

"And now I'm going to show you why no girl would want to be with you."

He leaned in and ran his fat tongue from Harrys chin to his lips than gave the boy a hard kiss. Trying to force his tongue down the boys throat as the boy whimpered and tried to push the man off. Dursley moved to the boy's ear and whispered.

"I'm going to break you boy. Make it so that the magic can't stay in this pathetic body. I'm going to drive it from you." he ran his hand down Harry's side and relished in the whimper it elicited. "and when I'm done I'm going to ship you to that school that you love so much. But you won't live long enough to witness it."

Vernon grabbed Harry through his boxers and the boy bit his lip and moaned until blood fell from his mouth.

Snape watched the blood after Vernon hit the boy with a fascination that bordered on thirst. That thirst turned to murderous hatred filled jealousy when he watched the beefy man kiss Harry and grab him. If anyone he knew had been standing there witnessing his reaction they would have told anyone that he had lost his mind. He pulled his wand out and was going to attack this beefy hippopotamus.

"Expelliarmus!"

Snape and Harry watched as Harrys uncle flew back into a swinging door that broke upon impact. Harry looked at the space the he knew Snape was occupying and turned a deep red. With a frightening movement that said Harry had dealt with this too much, Harry picked up his clothes and ran up the stairs. Disappearing from sight. Snape looked up the stairs as a door slammed and swiftly climbed them as a shrill scream came from the kitchen.

Snape walked down the small hall and looked at all the closed doors. Trying to decide which held the small boy. He walked past a door that had a pad lock on the outside and heard something squeak as he walked past. He stood in front of the door and now that he was here about to confront potter, he didn't know what he was going to do let alone say. Snape bit his lip and with a frustrated growl ran his hand through his hair. He was supposed to bring potter to his lord. He was supposed to respect the wishes of the barmy old man he had trusted. But Potter was Dumbledore's golden boy yet Dumbledore had given Harrys uncle permission to torture him. He couldn't decide. But he knew one thing for sure. And Slytherin save him from this insanity. He was not going to let anything happen to the scared, broken young man that was behind the door.

So he knocked.

A/N So I'm Back. YAHH! And I'm happy to be back. I read over my stories and I decided to edit them as best I can. Beta thing fell through. ~Le Sigh~ Ah well… so to business. With this new laptop I shall be able to write more often and update more often. But it will probably be every other weekend at most, because of my work. I'm sorry it took so long for me to come back. I left you all hanging. BUT I swear. I have not let them die.