Uh yeah first off, OOTP... never happened.... I started to write this story a mad long time ago, it is clichéd and been done about 348.9 million times, but I think everyone should get one shot at it before it becomes old hat. oh and blah blah blah is thoughts
"Saints Preserve Us," Severus Snape cursed under his breath, scanning the identical houses that lined the cult de sac of Privit Drive as he slowly drew closer.
number 4, number 4, hmmm 1, 3, 5- ... what the?
He glared around in an effort to find the wayward even numbered homes of the street, looking across the paved road, he was graced with the presence of houses, 10,8,6 and of course 4.
Letting out a colorful string of cusses, he made his way towards said house. His mind ran over the scene with Dumbledore, which occurred earlier this morning.
"Severus, may I have a word with you?" "Of course Headmaster,"
the potions master was in a rather good mood, as far a as his good
moods go. "I understand that you were going to start your research
for this summer-" "But," Snape interrupted, he had a bad feeling as
to where this conversation was leading. "But," the headmaster
continued, "I think it is quite evident that Mr. Potter-" Snape
groaned, "-is going to need some extra supervision this summer
holiday," Dumbledore continued ignoring his protég's protests.
Severus now positive as to where the conversation was headed stood up.
"Headmaster, ...Albus, I don't see how this could involve me, get Black
or Lupin to take the boy-" "Severus, you know exactly what this has to
do with you." The old mage's eyes twinkled
Damn you Potter! He regarded the door for a quick moment before he gave it a swift knock.
Digging his hands into his pockets, he waited for the door to open. Dumbledore is losing his touch, it usually takes me longer to realize when I am being dooped
As he stood on the porch to the house Severus could hear quite an amount of shuffling going on inside. "Git up there an' keep quite, you're hear me?" came a gruff voice from the other side of the door. Snape cocked his head to the side, well that was, unexpected
The wizard barely had time for the thought to register, when the door swung open, revealing, from Snape's vantage point, the top of a stout man's balding head. "What do you want?" Severus glared down at the squat, marooned faced man. Vernon's gaze traveled up from the stranger's chest, past his hooked nose, to meet the piercing gaze of two cool black eyes.
"I'm here for... Potter" he said, making no effort to disguise his distaste. Snape watched the man's eyes widen and saw a flash of fear run thru them.
"We don't want yer kind here," Vernon spat.
"That's a pity now isn't? Where is the boy?" he was growing impatient.
Dursley made to slam the door in the wizard's face, but a large, pale hand, swiftly braced the door.
"Listen, I have many other, far more pressing matters to attend to, my presence is clearly unwanted, and trust me the feeling is reciprocated," Snape lowered his face to be eye level with Vernon's, "so let us make this as painless as possible." Severus' gaze narrowed his large nose only a fracture away from Dursley's.
Vernon's eyes darted back and forth, Snape mused that he looked like a cornered rat... an extremely overgrown rat; he appeared to be weighing his options.
"Boy, get down here, NOW!" the purple faced man bellowed.
The potions master's gaze drifted towards the stairs, where a scrawny looking Harry Potter descended from the second floor. His frame looked even slighter in the superfluous, size of his clothing.
"P-Pr-Professor?" Harry asked, bewildered.
Sighing Snape regarded the boy Albus could have at least informed him that I was coming "Quit the stuttering Potter you sound more despicable than Quirrle."
Like is so far.... Oh come on you're slightly intrigued.... How about you hold off your judgment till the next chapter... sound like a plan? Great on to chapter 2!
Nittie