Fey Mate is working title
Rating is likely very low K-K+
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the universe he lives in though I do plan to bend it a bit. I am in no way making any money off of this.
At the Farewell Feast of Hogwarts in the year of 1976 a most unusual thing happened. It was not the first time it had happened and it was doubtful that it would be the last. The Great Hall doors opened and in walked a beautiful woman. Dumbledore stood, smiled and greeted the enchanting vision of female loveliness thereby turning everyone else's attention to her as well. The Headmaster and the ghosts were probably the only ones old enough to have seen this happen before but none the less stared with the rest in amazement.
She was gorgeous. She had long hair that flowed in waves to brush her ankles; framing her body with its deep rich dark brown colour. Her eyes were a deep green tinted with a hint of dark blue. Her lips were the colour of dark red wine and parted lightly as she looked around her curiously at all the gaping faces staring at her. "Honestly one would think you'd never seen a fey before." Her voice, a deep rich rolling voice rebuked the staring teens and teachers. She raised her eyes to the Headmaster, "You know why I'm here, yes?"
Albus Dumbledore smiled the twinkle in his eyes sparkled like never before were visible even to her across the Great Hall. "Is it for the same reason a fey last came to Hogwarts in 1845?"
"It is." She confirmed.
"Then if I maybe allowed to explain? You are correct most of these children never have seen a fey before. Perhaps it is best I explain in terms they'll understand as fey traditions are not taught here of course." The Headmaster didn't bother to hide the wide Cheshire grin splitting his face as she nodded her permission.
She was haughty as she waited her cheekbones catching the light as she inclined her head. As he began to explain she glided to the Gryffindor table then to the benches closest the wall and began to pause behind each young man be they young or about to graduate.
"As she has stated this beautiful lady is of the fey. In 1845 another of her kind came to Hogwarts as they do on occasion. You see she is here for her love. One has been born in recent years, who is the match for her and she has likely been searching for him since then until her search has bought her here to Hogwarts. Everyone should remain seated and calm and keep their hands to themselves while she searches and when she finds the one she is looking for offer no resistance. Although why one would resist their soul mate who wants nothing more than to love them and have copious amounts of children is beyond me. My dear friend Lenny was chosen in 1845. Still alive, kicking, and ridiculously in love last time I checked. Any luck yet my dear?"
"Not yet" She was paused behind the Marauders at that moment there was an odd expression of her face. "You four have been near my beloved but the scent is one of hostility." She looked confused. Her mate was perfect she could tell, the feel of her love was here closer than ever and it was wonderful. Whichever one he was he was full of love and compassion stored up just for her. Who could hate that?
She left the Gryffindor table and began to walk Hufflepuff's table in quite the same manner. She lingered behind each male chair ignoring the hopeful and somewhat lustful looks coming from every male in the room. Some Hufflepuffs actually groaned in disappointment as she left their table for Ravenclaw, while those already in relationships sighed in relief. The Ravenclaw's stared at her in amazement but also in deep study, never had they been this close to a high fey before. Although most had bright red blushes on their faces as her nude form passed among them they were mentally listing the unrealness of her form. She had no flaws, no blemishes, no moles or marks, no scars she was pristine. Her skin was not pale but nor was it tan it was the skin everyone wanted but actually seeing it was something different. She was beautiful but it was eerie how perfect she was, she made one grateful to be scarred or blemished because seeing her up close threw in to contrast just how unnatural she was. She was beautiful and sensual with her rolling hips and full breasts but she was creepy as well, alien. The utterly impersonal way she was going about them didn't help this examination. After careful study the Ravenclaws were almost relieved to see her leave their table.
At last she turned to the Slytherin table. The Gryffindors had lusted, the Hufflepuffs had longed, the Ravenclaws had studied, the Slytherins were divided. Half had heard of the power of the fey and longed for it but the other half wondered where this creature fit in the question of blood purity. They had plenty of time to wonder she lingered at behind each male longer than she had at any other table besides the Marauder's seats. Given the Gryffindors hatred of Slytherin it would be no surprise to find hostility between them and any of the house of snakes. She even began pausing behind the seats of females as she slowly worked her way through the house. Her love was here close, so close. She came to stand behind a tall blond fifth year boy and he turned ignoring the beautiful blond on his left to smile winningly at her but she moved on just two more seats down to pause again.
She closed her eyes behind this boy and turned her body to face his back. She took a deep inaudible breath and held it. For the first time a smile graced her visage and she leaned forward to touch him.
The young man is question hadn't even noticed. He had watched her at first as had everyone but was currently looking down at his stained and cracked fingers. He noticed her passing his bench mates but did not turn to greet her as they had. She'd be moving along here in a few seconds. She wasn't his there was no point in wishing she was and getting his hopes up. So were his thoughts until he felt those long fingers twine into his hair. Plump breasts pressed against his shoulders as he turned his head to stare up at her with widened eyes.
"Love." She moaned and sealed her lips to his. The next part is a blur. The memory of that first kiss is branded on his brain forever but he's never able to supply details to it. He remembers the feeling of joy and love blossoming in his chest uncovering a deep well he never knew was there and he knows that they practically devoured each other for a few seconds there and that when they stopped for breath she was astride his lap with the front of his robes undone half way down his chest. His arms had been wrapped tightly around her, crushing her soft body to his stringy form. Staring into her eyes he knows but doesn't recall the outraged voices around them or Dumbledore using magic to keep everyone in their seats but the two of them. He does remember they kissed many more times between the Great Hall and the Forbidden Forest at one point falling in the grass out front to snog for several minutes before continuing on. The path they took to her home that first time is worst. He recalls kisses and caresses all along the way but the terrain they covered could have been anything from snowy mountains, to sandy deserts for all he remembers. He does recall falling in the doorway with her on top of him trying to divest him of his clothes while tugging him onwards to the wide couch further in. The jar of the fall bought him to his senses long enough to kick the door shut. What followed after that lives in his memory as a haze of pleasure but mostly of love, deep fulfilling everlasting love that invaded his being, coated his bones and forever bound him to the woman who out of everyone in the Great Hall that day had chosen him, not James Potter for all his arrogant and popularity, not Sirius Black for all his looks and prestige, not Lucius Malfoy despite his charm and money, him. Severus Snape who had never been kissed, never been loved, greasy, ugly, Dark, swallow, stringy him had gotten the girl.
Looking back at his blurry memories of those first few days he thought that had he not spend the last 18 years with this woman it would be easy to dismiss as a dream. Sometimes when they were apart and he was put to the test in his pain filled mind he sometimes thought that paradise house must be a fantasy. Sometimes as he tried to drill potions texts into thickheaded ignorant children he thought the precious children who were happily home schooled were not but fond wishes of addled wits. But, he always came home; home to open arms, home to happy faces, home to love.
Now Albus Dumbledore wanted him to ruin that blissful sanctuary. "Severus you're a family man would you wish this on one of your children."
"Of course not Albus my children would never be in that position but nor do I have any responsibility to that arrogant brat!" Severus was livid. The very idea of taking that repugnant child home with him was distasteful.
"Severus it has come to my attention that the only reason they have not left him on the streets is because the muggle government pays them to keep him as a foundling, not my warnings of danger to the boy. A recent check of the blood wards reveals them to be all but nonexistent. The things run on love and there is none. I can only imagine they've held this long because he kept a child-like belief that they did somehow but that belief was shattered when he met his godfather and found how what a paternal love was really like." Albus had been flabbergasted at this discovery. Families love each other no matter how broken some members were. In the wizarding world family was everything; it was one thing the purebloods had right and the muggleborns wrong.
"Then send him to his godfather!" Severus was pacing furiously back and forth in the headmaster's office.
"Severus you know we can't do that that would put the boy in even more danger with Sirius on the run. By the way any word through any of your old contacts if Pettigrew has turned up?"
"No. I've told you I didn't know he was a Death Eater and if I didn't know then the chances anyone else did is ridiculously slim. The Dark Lord personally recruited many of his followers to insure their loyalty to him not a go between. Pettigrew was an agent unto himself with no contact with the rest of us and by that he is unlikely to seek shelter with anyone. The worm doesn't even have a Mark." Severus would have crushed the little worm had he known he was a Death Eater, to betray Lily like that that the worm deserved to be banished to the far reaches of Hell. His Love had been deeply saddened by Lily's departure from this world. They'd met at the red head's wedding and been fast friends. His twin boys had been born just one month before Lily's child and they exchanged many letters as his love comforted the pregnant Lily heavy with her first child while his Love breezed through her own fifth pregnancy bearing their eighth and ninth children with ease as usual. When the Potters had went into hiding the letters stopped and he had been the one to tell his Love of their death. She had weep and then asked after Lily's child. He had told her the child had been left with Lily's relations and she'd been relieved. She, like Albus, could not conceive a family not caring for its own. Severus thought she was under the impression that Lily's relations were fey having told him once that Lily had fey blood in her. If his Love was to hear of the brat's fate she'd probably adopt him.
"Severus he's just a child. You were in his position once." Albus tried to appeal to Severus's sympathy but belatedly realized this to be a bad idea when Severus spun around to glare at the Headmaster.
Yes Severus had been an unloved child to say the least. A mother that pushed him into the Dark Arts and a father prone to violence when drunk had not made for a happy home life for the young Snape. The fact that many had known about it and done nothing was worst.
That thought stilled Severus. Was he any better to know that a child was in a similar trouble and do nothing about it? Even if it was that child, the spawn of his hated enemy and the prodigy of that group that made his school life as much a hell as his home life had been. At least the brat got away from the bullies here at school; though not danger or pain for that matter the boy had been in the hospital wing more than any other student except for the petrified students of his second year. Severus' mind once more when over the thought of what his Love would do if she knew about this.
Albus observed Severus' contemplative face and played his trump card. "She would want you to. They both would. After all Severus he's Lily's child too."
Severus leveled his death glare on Albus again but the man simply looked at him waiting for a response. How dare the man bring his Love into this?
Most of the wizarding world was ignorant of Severus' family and he wanted to keep it that way. Not that he was ashamed of them far from it he was very proud of his large and ever expanding family, each of his children a precious gem that held his heart in their hands to say nothing of the hold his Love had on him. He'd happily die rather than live without her and that was precisely the reason he did his best to keep her and them a secret. He had too many enemies to ever let them anywhere near his family. He was one man who never brought his work home with him.
Lily, his childhood crush, his one and only friend…had an only child with no one to love him. His Love always said that his heart had an endless capacity for love, a statement he and everyone outside of his family would scoff at. Except each day with her and with each new precious miracle they bought into the world he felt that capacity grow. If he had enough for that did he have enough for another child not his own. He knew what his Love would say; he knew what she would do when he brought the brat…the child home as well.
"She'll adopt him you know." Severus said in a last pitiful defense.
Albus smiled, "Why my dear boy I think that would be wonderful."
Severus' eyes narrowed. He did not think Albus really knew what he meant but knowing the man's scheming ways like he did perhaps it was for the best.
"Fine Albus but remember you pushed me to this. Where is he? I'll retrieve him on my way home." Severus stared at Albus for a moment to make sure he took his point to heart.
Albus kept smiling though his twinkling eyes seemed to sparkle brighter for a second at Severus' stare. "Number 4 Privet Drive. I'll send his letter through your mail later this summer. Any chance any of your own will be.."
"No Albus. Goodbye." Severus turned with his customary swirl of black cloth and left the office. He began to carefully construct in his mind how to explain to his children they were going to have a new brother. His Love's reaction was almost without question but the rest of the children... Perhaps it would be wise to call the seven oldest children home this summer to help keep the peace. They'd be needed anyway for the adoption as he understood it to work.
Reaching the end of the castle wards Severus apparated to Spinner's End then held up his wand for the Knight Bus. He ignored the driver and usher beyond paying his fare and settled into one of the chairs. Seven stops later he got off on a sunny street in a front of a house that looked like the cover of a magazine. A neighbor working in a flower bed next door glanced at him at blinked a couple of times, then he looked up at the sun. He shook his head and got up and went into his house for a glass of water. The sun must be getting to him he could have swore that man just appeared out of no where.
Severus might have occasioned more notice had he been in his school attire but he was not. He was wearing what he generally referred to as his summer clothes. From a distant his fellows at Hogwarts would have trouble recognizing him. His long black hair was pulled back into a tail away from his face. He was wearing a light blue button up that hung on his lanky frame, untucked and with the first few buttons undone showing his collar bones, the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows showing the rarely seen skull and snake "tattoo". Here in this muggle neighborhood the mark would occasion little comment beyond the creepiness factor of it. Forest green pants were firmly belted at his waist. Muggles would call them cargo pants, Severus called them practical. They had several pockets for holding things and he liked gathering potions ingredients in them as attested to by the ragged bottoms worn by years of thorns and bushes. His shoes were the only thing that hadn't changed from his school attire, well fitted well broke in black leather work boots. All in all though his sudden appearance was worth a glance his overall look gained little comment, exactly as Severus had intended.
He strode up to the door and firmly knocked three times. A shrill "Coming!" came through the door and in the next instant it was opened only to almost immediately be slammed shut again when Petunia saw who stood there. She did not need wizard robes to recognize her childhood friend Severus Snape. Only a firm hand slapping against the door kept it from closing all the way and with little effort Severus pushed the door the rest of the way open despite Petunia's efforts to keep it shut.
"I'm here for your nephew where is he?" Severus pinned the panting woman with the same glare he usually leveled at smart aleck third years, not sharp enough to make one cry but hard enough to shut one up.
"In the kitchen." She stammered out nervously.
He left her trying to gather what little wits she had and in two long strides stood in the doorway to the kitchen. The almost overwhelming scent of lye hit him first as he looked around he finally found the child on the floor and for just a moment as that black head was bowed he saw one of his own sons there. Outrage filled him backed by a tide of love welling up from within his soul. "Get up! We're leaving."
Harry Potter was making a plan of how he was going to get out of his room to his trunk under the stairs without his relatives knowing. Thinking could distract him from the burning pain in his hands and knees from the harsh soap he was scrubbing the floor with. His glasses were fogged from the hot water so he couldn't see but he had scrubbed this floor so many times that he didn't need to see to do it anymore.
This had been something of a normal summer for him so far, the harsh chores on little food were nothing new. There was a fear of Dementors and nightmares of Remus howling had him up screaming the first few nights. Uncle Vernon had woke him from the nightmare by tossing his bed over to throw him to the floor before he thought to gag himself before bed at night. He still woke up but his relatives didn't and remaining below their notice was generally regarded as a good thing. The bruise from hitting the floor was almost gone now and Aunt Petunia had let him retaped his glasses this morning were the leg on one side had broken when his head hit the floor. He was looking forward to a small sandwich tonight if he could get all the chores done and perhaps a letter or two in the next few days from his friends and godfather. He was not expecting the deep voice of the Hogwarts Potion Master to ever sound within the walls of his relative's house. "Professor Snape?!"
He jerked up right standing on his knees with the scrub brush clutched like a weapon in one hand. There was a tall blur standing in the kitchen doorway. He moved his hand to clean his glasses but luckily smelt the lye before his hand reached his face. The soap had gotten into his eyes as a child and had burned them bad enough for him to need glasses for the rest of his life. Short of the Cruitus not even regrowing all the bones in his arm had hurt as much as that soap in his eyes. Despite the wet heat weakening the tape on his glasses he always made sure to wear them when scrubbing.
Seeing the glassed face brought to mind Potter but that from the head down Severus forgot all about his school time rival. The child was clothed in enormous pants that a doubled up belt was just barely holding on to thin hips. There were large holes in the knees of the pants and he could see the jagged edge where they'd been cut to size. He wasn't wearing a shirt in the hot kitchen and for the first time Severus saw the extent of the child's malnutrition. Some of it could be waved off as the boy hitting puberty and starting to shoot up. His own sons had enormous unending appetites at this age and yet persisted in being ridiculously skinny enough to worry their Mother. Only Severus remembering his own youth could reassure her through the first boy's growth. But Harry's was more than that. Not just Harry's ribs were showing but his chest bone could be discerned and his collar bones jutted out. There was the vague impression of a thin skinned skeleton standing there and as the steamy room had dampened his hair Severus realized he could see the shape of the boy's skull. Normally Harry was covered head to foot in loose robes and though his thinness could be seen in his wrists and face as well one usually paid attention to his enormous eyes behind the old glasses or the wand that hand was holding. Seeing him like this though made Severus feel horrible for cruelty he'd visited on this child over the years. Had this been his own child or one of his snakes he'd have already had Harry out of this house and before a mediwizard already. As it was a quick stop with a medical professional wouldn't be uncalled for. Though not strong enough to eat through his skin the strong soap had left bad burns on his hands and knees along with lesser ones on his chest and face. Luckily his eyes were protected by his glasses.
Severus finished his observation quickly and mentally adjusted his plans to include a stop in at Hogsmeade Clinic. "Harry come away from that. Let me clean you up then we're leaving." His voice was much calmer now, deceptively so for part of his mind was in a rage and planning revenge. But subconsciously since Hogwarts his mind had been adapting to the thought that this was, not his son not yet at least but a child under his protection that could become his son. It would take time to fully integrate these thoughts and the rest of the summer probably would not be enough but right now it was enough to let Severus speak as if his own son was here hurt and needing his protection.
Harry warily approached his Potions Master. He let the brush fall into the bucket with a splash he immediately regretted as the soap washed over his feet. Once he was out onto the yet unscrubbed floor he stopped at the potion master's motion.
As the potions professor took out his wand Aunt Petunia recovered enough to shriek, "No magic in my house!" She regrettably made a grab for Severus' wand to stop him. Harry watched in amazement his professor grabbed his aunt by the scruff of her neck and lightly tossed her onto the soapy kitchen floor before casting a silent spell at her. It wasn't the right color for a stunner but she fell back into the soapy floor anyway. A moment later he heard her start to snore.
Harry jumped as cool water started to trickled over his shoulders and chest startling him into looking up at his professor. "Hold out your hands. A light sleeping spell, suitable for small children and muggles, it might make a full grown wizard drowsy but is good for things like this. A fully powered stunner to a muggle can be very hazardous to their health. Lift your foot, now the other one. Rather like getting punched very hard or hard enough to knock you out at least. Are you fond of these trousers or may I destroy them? A stunner to the head can even give them a concussion or brain damage. When dealing with muggles weaker spells are best." Severus finished washing most of the burning soap off the boy's exposed body while he explained having seen the confusion at his spell. "Now where are your things?"
Harry stared up at his professor bemused. On one hand he was having trouble believing this was Professor Snape the snarky man who delighted in tormenting him. On the other if it was a Death Eater they weren't likely to be this nice. In either case Harry's wand was inside a rail under his bed so there wasn't a lot he could do. "Locked in the cupboard under the stairs. My bedroom is upstairs." Harry said quietly. "Umm, sir where are we going?"
"You'll find out when we get there. Given your condition we'll be making some stops along the way. How did you expect to do your homework with your things locked away?" Severus waved his wand at the small door to reveal the battered trunk laying on a small cot among cleaning supplies. A single light blub hung from the ceiling but the light in the hall was enough to see into the little room. Severus reached in and scooped up the trunk to lay down in the hallway. He eyed the worn cot and a horrible thought crossed his mind. "Why is there a cot in here?"
"This used to be my room." Severus glanced up in time to see Harry shrug as if it was nothing. He blinked and turned to look at the muggle on the floor. Petunia lay in the lye soap her clothes and hair were already being affected by the strong chemicals and there was a slight redness forming where her hands and heels rested on the floor. Severus decided he would find out more before deciding on a proper punishment. After all Harry might want to help.
"My condition sir?" Harry didn't bother answering the first question. He'd think it would be obvious why his things were locked away.
"Your burns and startling malnutrition, given the number of times you've been in the hospital wing how has Madame Pomfery not noticed how pathetically thin you are?" Anger was beginning to creep into Severus' tone at the thought that someone might have known about this and done nothing.
"Umm, well I'm usually put on a lot of weight when I get to Hogwarts and Madame Pomfery usually doesn't see me till the end of the school year."
"I see and don't consider that an adequate excuse but we'll accept it for now." Severus waved at the stairs for Harry to lead the way.
"Umm sir… If you can't tell me where we're going can you tell me why we're leaving?" Harry questioned as he climbed the stairs and walked down the hall to the door with all the locks on it and a cat flap at the bottom.
Severus eyed the door with a growing disgust for these muggles. "They lock you in here?" He asked, ignoring Harry's question.
"Sometimes." Harry replied once again with a shrug. That disturbed Severus as well, Harry's nonchalance about this as if it was normal for people to lock unwanted children in closets and barricade their bedroom doors. Severus didn't comment on the bars on the window, at this point it was just another drop in the bucket.
Severus turned from the windows to look to where Harry was removing a vent from the floor. Then he drew up a bag that had been tied to the edges. From the bag came a small book, an invisibility cloak, and small wooden whistle. Then still on the floor Harry slide under the sagging mattress and bed frame and after some metal clinks came back out with his wand. Severus once again noticed Harry's attire. "Do you have better clothes than that?"
"Just my school robes. All my other clothes are Dudley's hand-me-downs." Harry finally winced and Severus understood. Once a beaten, underfed boy wearing his father's hand-me-downs himself he understood how things at home could be endured where things outside the home where people could see you could seem unbearable. Peer pressure was truly a terrible thing to seem worst to an abused child than hard labor and neglect. Despite feeling it himself from an objective view it had always seemed so petty to Severus.
"Let me see these hand me downs. Some of it may be salvageable with magic." The more time Severus spent not thinking about James Potter but about Harry the more he found in common with the child. A digging little voice in the back of his head kept whispering that of course this wasn't James Potter they'd be raised completely different. Could James have taken what Harry had? Could Lily?
Harry started pulling what appeared to me reams of clothing out of a previously closed wardrobe. Several piles of high quality clothing in various bright unfaded colors covered the floor and Severus shot a glare at Harry. A thought of yesterday passed his mind that Harry was wearing the worst clothes on purpose to gain sympathy. Until he picked up the first garment, a red t-shirt, an enormous red t-shirt, an enormous badly stained red t-shirt that looked like a whale could have easily worn it without trouble. Severus blinked at it for a few minutes before looking closer at the pile of clothes. Now he began to realize that there weren't many articles of clothes but that they were enormous and many stained. He could have wrapped the red shirt around Harry like a blanket. He bent and picked up a pair of blue jeans. Once again high quality and unfaded but the button, zipper and crotch were ripped out and the waist line severely stretched, Harry's entire body could have lived in one pant leg. One short pant leg he noticed. The waist was nearly as wide as the pants were long. He could have wrapped the pants around himself twice but the ends wouldn't have hit his knees. He dropped both pieces of clothes to the floor again and raised his eyebrows at Harry. "This Dudley wouldn't happen to be Petunia's pet gorilla would it?" Severus asked.
Harry smiled and replied, "No it's my cousin. Aunt Petunia says he looks like a baby angel but other opinions differ wildly."
"I see. I also see why you haven't been salvaging these. Short of taking them to a magical tailor there's little help for them to be anything but rags but the cost of that might be the same as just buying new clothes. Vanishing the stains might destroy the cloth they're so set in" Severus seemed a little dumb founded when faced with such waste.
Most of these clothes looked like they'd been worn once by a large messy walrus, washed to set in the stains and then discarded. Molly Weasley would have been appalled then again she also might know how to fix them. Severus was many things but he was by no means an expert on magically altering clothing. His own children wore very little clothing having little need of it.
The few clothes Severus could spy that weren't enormous or stained look like they should be burned for insulting the eye and anything resembling fashion. Severus spied one particularly objectable sweater that he did not believe Luna Lovegood would have worn.
"Yeah, I usually can find a few things that aren't too badly stained and fix them a bit. I know how to sew a little and I steal buttons off the ruined clothes to use where the zippers are broken." Harry stepped closer to almost proudly show Severus were he had cut large portions out of the waist to sew it tighter and where three buttons were put in place of the zipper. Buttons Harry unbuttoned as he walked over to a small bureau of drawers and then slide the wet pants off.
A young Severus felt some vindication that James Potter's son wore the same hand me down holey gray underwear he'd once worn and been humiliated in. An older Severus closed his eyes in regret. When he looked again Harry had pulled out a pair of patched pants. More evidence of Harry's sewing skill they were taken in only a bit at the waist looking several years old at the waist while the ends were of layers of newer and newer fabric, as Harry had grown he'd added more leg on the end. For a shirt he pulled a light blue t-shirt with a yellow duck on the front. Severus realized with a start that it must have been this Dudley's baby shirt and Harry was, as a teenager, now able to wear it. It was miraculously not stained probably only because this Dudley had probably had worn a bib constantly. It was tight even on the emaciated teen but was probably the closest thing to fitting unaltered that he had.
Harry transferred a few other articles of clothing from the drawer to an old cloth satchel that also looked patched. To this satchel he also added his treasures from the floor vent then closed it and slung it over his shoulder. His wand went into his front pocket disappearing entirely. Severus couldn't tell it was there once Harry had put in away and realized that Harry had sewn a special pocket for his wand in these pants. Why he hadn't done the same for his other pants Severus could only imagine but he'd talk to him about not having his wand later.
"That all? Okay grab your owl and let's go." Severus turned and left the barricaded room. He restrained himself from melting the locks. Harry was never coming back here unless it was for revenge. At the foot of the stairs he belatedly remembered that the Dursley's got money for keeping Harry; well that wouldn't do at all. "Harry prepare your trunk for traveling I want to talk to your aunt before we go."
Severus sweep into the kitchen and cast a muffling charm on the doorway so Harry wouldn't hear from the hallway. Then he woke Petunia up. She sat straight and screamed, which he silenced. He levitated her into a chair away from the floor where the soap had faded her hair and bleached her clothes. He grabbed the hair on top of her head and forced her to meet his gaze. After a few minutes he stood back up disgusted. He did not touch her again as he cast Imperio and a number of other highly illegal spells on her. Not for the first time he was glad of the Dark Mark's ability to block the trace on illegal spells. After he was done he made a phone call to the local police station from the kitchen phone.
He canceled the muffling charm and grabbing up Harry's truck left with the Boy-Who-Lived following behind. A short wand wave later and they were riding away from what was soon to be the scene of scandal as the police arrived to hear Petunia's confession and evidence of years of abuse visited on her nephew.