A/N: So I totally rewrote this story. The main the theme is the same, but I think it is way better. I hope you all agree! I also wanted to thank everyone that reviewed in the first version of this, I will not abandon it like last time. Anyway now I am happy with this new version! So Sit back and enjoy!! P.S: Snape is a little OOC, but I think he would love his son and obviously I will not follow canon. I will follow the overall vision but the things I don't like, i.e. read my bio if you wish to know will be changed! My story my world!! hahaha. Hope you all like it and please review!! This chapter is short, I just wanted to give you all a little taste! Next chapter will be longer..

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The Family I never had by Glorificus Raven Snape

Chapter one: Going through the motions

Harry's POV

He was having a meltdown. No seriously, he was having a meltdown. It was not bad enough that his parents died when he was a baby, his

godfather is on the run, Malfoy was still breathing, or that he was failing Divination, but now this! It wasn't fair! Why was it always him!

" Why does this always happen to me?" Harry mumbled softly turning his face into his pillow.

Maybe he could just wish really hard and it would all be a nightmare? No, he didn't have that kind of luck. I, Harry James Potter have very bad

luck, and there was no doubt about it. Closing his eyes, he remembered today, a day that could be called the worst day ever, actually the entire

year started off poorly, and he had a feeling that it wasn't over.

It all started when he was playing Wizard Chess with Ron, and Hermione was yapping away about some essay that was due in a couple of

weeks. He was still tired from the lack of sleep and the early morning blood letting. Harry didn't tell his friends about the strange occurrence this

morning before breakfast. Professor Snape arrived at Gryffindor tower and took some of his blood. He had never seen the Professor so shaken or

disheveled, and complied quickly because Snape said it was urgent and would get a pass on an upcoming detention. He trusted Snape, but that didn't mean he

liked the git. His friends had noticed his change in behavior and have tried everything to cheer him up. But it wouldn't work. Harry was not

interested in any of it anymore. He was tired. Tired of struggling through every day and night. He was tired of being alone, tired of having the

world on his shoulders. His loved his mates Hermione and Ron, but they didn't understand. They had people who supported them and really cared

for them. What did it even matter? Voldemort was going to kill him anyway. Why did he have to do homework, and pretend to be happy when he wasn't going to

live to see his future?

It was the beginning of his fifth year and he felt none the wiser. The Dursley's in typical fashion treated him like a house-elf; but this summer

they resorted to violence as an outlet, something they have not done in many years. He thought it ended when he got accepted to Hogwarts, but

Uncle Vernon decided Harry deserved something more extreme. It didn't matter though, Harry was used to people hating him for no reason. In a way he knew,

there must be something really wrong with him. He was unlovable and did not deserve kindness or love. He was a killer, a bad omen for those around him, and he knew it.

" Harry. Harry!"

Harry looked up into the eyes of one of his best friends.

" Hermione? "

Hermione frowned slightly in concern, glancing quickly over to Ron.

" Are you okay? We should probably head to dinner."

Harry nodded whilst standing up and straightening his tie. Following his friends out of the common room, Hermione and Ron looked over at him with a look of concern.

" Mate, are you coming?" Ron asked gently touching Harry's arm.

Harry snapped out of his thoughts suddenly finding himself in the middle of the Great Hall. He glanced up at his friend who grew even more during the

summer. Another thing Harry was sore about, he was doomed to live life as a short person. Shaking himself out of it, he followed his friends toward

the Gryffindor table, trying to ignore the hisses and insults that flew his way. Everyone hated him. They thought he was a liar, and they blamed him for

even thinking that Voldemort was back. But Voldemort had returned, and soon they would all know that Harry wasn't lying. As Harry sat down he stared down at his

plate which was filled to the brim with nothing that he wanted to eat. So instead he sat, trying to pretend that he was listening to his best friends talk

about absolutely nothing.

" Harry. HAR." Ron started.

" What Ron?" Harry asked shortly.

Ron shook his head, " I think Dumbledore wants to speak with you."

Harry closed his eyes before turning toward the head table and met the gaze of his headmaster.

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