Quiet
Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and friends are in no way mine nor do I make any money on them. The plot is mine however.
This will be a long developing story if everything goes as planned. Sorry this is short it is just a teaser/prologue.
Part 1
The sun beamed down and caressed his face like the hand of a mother, warm and tender. Under his hands he could feel the itchy cool blades of grass and clover. On his head lay a wreath of marigolds picked and braided together in a fit of boredom. None of the other boys understood him and he was often alone. Even if they did understand him they wouldnt come near him to try and be friends for fear of his disgustingly fat cousin. Harry was alone. He was always alone.
Recess was almost over he realized with a start. He sat up; he should have started walking back towards the playground about five minutes earlier. Harry just hoped the teacher had lost track of time and that he wouldnt get into trouble for wandering away. He had just needed a minutes peace in his messed up world, just a moment to think and clear his head before having to return to reality.
Harry ran as quickly as his little legs would carry him thru the trees and bramble, being much less careful on his way back than he was getting to the clearing. By the time the little boy had made it back to his third grade class the students were already sitting at their desks. Dudley smirked broadly as the teacher turned towards Harry and scowled.
Potter I think you should come with me to the principals office. She glanced at the cuts on Harrys face, caused by thick foliage, and then glared at the insipid yellow flowers on the boys head. Throw those things on your head in the garbage before we go. She held out the waste basket. Harry bowed his head took the little wreath in his fingers and placed it in the trash mournfully.
They hurried along to the neighboring class and asked the fourth grade teacher to look after Ms. Cunnings class for a moment, as she had a problem to deal with. Harry bowed his head even lower at this. He hadnt meant to be a problem and now she was going to punish him. He only hoped she wouldnt call his Aunt Petunia. Harry shivered at the idea. Nothing good would come of that.
He followed along behind the old woman at a brisk pace with his head down only a few feet behind as they entered the office. The principal was standing there waiting for them. Apparently he had already been informed of the issue. Harry knew he shouldnt have gone off the playground, and he knew it was dangerous to be so far from his teacher and class mates, he was seven but not stupid.
He also knew if he had stayed with the other children Dudley would have had a group of them working him over with their little fists and boots before you could blink; Harry already had enough bruises at the moment. If he had known he would be caught he never would have disobeyed, but those few minutes of quiet were worth every second of the beating he would get. It would be no different than any other except this time there would be a reason behind it.