Hello All! The is the first joint story by me, Raven and Bloody(yes there is two of us), YAH!! Finally. Its about damn time too haha. Anyway, here it goes.

Summery: Take what you know about Harry Potter and well, throw it out the window. From now on, It's our ride, your just riding. Sisters, elves, mates, black magic and MORE! Oh the drama. Want to know what the hell is wrong with us? Come read.

Ok we do not own Harry Potter, b/c if we did, I wouldn't need high school. Hehe Right Liadan? (those of you confused Raven likes to use my other nicknames rather then the one for here)

This is a Severitis story , fyi we called it in the books with Sevvy Luvving Lily, and really don't flame b/c we have the right to creative freedom. Anyway, not going to explain the plot too much. Enjoy.

Bloody I leave it to you for now

ok this is being written tag team style. some is written by me Bloody and other parts are written by Raven, the first part is mine.

Chapter 1: Why summer's can suck major!

Harry's summer

The day of July 31st started like any other day in the house the stood at #4 Privet Drive in Surrey England. Petunia Dursley got up, coddled her son, catered to her husband, and yelled at her nephew. Dudley Dursley stayed in bed as long as possible, complained to his mother, boasted to his father, and shouted at his cousin. Vernon Dursley woke for breakfast, bellowed at his wife, grunted at his son, and beat the bloody hell out of his wife's nephew.

Harry Potter, the only unusual thing in the house, was still smarting from his uncle's attentions, his ears hurt from his cousin's hollering, and was struggling to perform every task his aunt had set out for him. Not to mention he was beginning to wonder if he somehow had disappeared off the face of the planet. He would have know for sure if his body didn't ache so bad.

What brought him to this bizarre conclusion you ask? Simple he had gotten absolutely no post from anyone at all this summer. Not even the usual present from Draco or Blaise. You see Harry Potter might have been abused and neglected at home, but in his school, and in the wizarding world in general, he was the most famous thing since self stirring cauldrons. Not only did he defeat a Dark wizard at the age of one and a half, he was also a gifted wizard who had made heads spin at his sorting. Harry Potter was a silver snake not a golden lion like everyone had assumed.

Draco Malfoy had helped him out the very first day he had ever entered the wizarding world. Albus Dumbledore the headmaster of his school, had sent the gamekeeper Hagrid to take him school shopping. The large man had been so excited to see Harry again he overlooked the fact that not only did the heavy slap on his back make Harry flinch away drastically at the touch. It also burned and stung where it had come into contact with fresh belt marks from Vernon's punishing treatment after the letter incidents.

Harry was in so much pain it distracted from his giddiness at seeing the magical Diagon Alley for the first time. When Harry had been left to the mercy of Madame Malkin, luckily for Harry she was a kind woman, he had met his first friend Draco Malfoy. The other boy had seen through his protective mask in about two seconds, and knew he was in pain. The boys were glad to see Draco's father enter the shop first. With Lucius Malfoy's best friend being a potion's Master he always had a simple first aid supply tucked into the hidden pockets of his robes.

Harry was soon patched up and able to return to his shopping unaddled by pain, and he desperately needed that stability when dealing with the strange wand maker Ollivander.

The rest of that summer was spent in the haze of pain Harry had become used to in the short eleven years of his life. He was dumped off at King's Cross Station like a sack of potatoes but at least he had made it.

Draco had found him and hauled him into his compartment on the train. Where Harry had been introduced to his friends. It was explained to him in that compartment all the little things he would need to know about the school in order to survive. There was a surprising dynamic to it that few were aware of but those that were could take advantage of it.

The majority of the train ride flew by with the children getting more excited by the minute. Although Harry's palpable nervousness was something that needed to be controlled, and Draco had found out promptly that touching Harry to try and calm him had the opposite affect. Harry absolutely detested touch and it made him startle like a rabbit.

Another boy in the compartment, who Harry had discovered was Blaise Zabini, had the solution that could help Harry. He cast a charm on Harry's ears that would muffle sound. It made it so any whispers or rumors would be able to be ignored. He noticed Harry hadn't been nervous about going to school he had been nervous about the people. Harry didn't know where he had learned the charm but he was grateful none the less after his sorting when the entire great hall was afire with questions and rumors over his placement.

Now here he was almost six years later and no one had contacted him. Usually he at least got a note on his birthday explaining the lack of communication. It made him extremely uneasy about his friend's safety. While their home lives weren't quite as abusive as his they did have their own elements of danger. He was really worried that the reason he hadn't been contacted was because they couldn't write.

He was almost worried enough to risk unlocking Hedwig and sending her off to Malfoy manor, but just as the thought crossed his mind his tattered t-shirt rubbed against the fresh wounds on his back. The pain made him gasp for air but not yell, he hadn't yelled for years. He knew screaming would just land him in more pain. It made it kind of hard to trust adults when the only ones you had met were either hurting him or holding him on a pedestal like some prized zoo animal, either situation made him nauseous.

He decided he would just have to tough out the last few weeks here, and then hopefully get his answers at Hogwarts. His firm resolve would be tested to the limit and snapped.

It was a good three days before he was to catch the train for school, when Harry's temper finally snapped. He couldn't take the constant routine anymore. He wouldn't stand for them treating it like any ordinary day when they were causing enough suffering it would make a death eater cringe, and he knew what he was talking about he knew death eaters personally.

He screamed back at his uncle all those things he wished he could have said the years before. He knew he had made what could possibly be his last mistake when he saw the murder in his uncles eyes. That night the skies bled with Harry.

It was in those deep dark hours between dusk and dawn, that Harry made his escape. He only had to free his wand and his owl, and he retrieved his emergency money bag from under the loose floorboard in Dudley's spare room he had found while cleaning in there one summer. Any other personal things had been left with Draco like always or could be replaced. Getting out of the house was difficult because he was in a great deal of pain and definitely couldn't afford to be caught, with his wand in his hand of all things.

Making it outside and onto the side walk he held his right arm up with his wand in it, like he had been taught, and waited. He was rewarded by a loud bang and a large purple triple decker bus appearing right in front of him, at least this time he wasn't thrown on his arse.

He told the conductor to let him off at the Leaky Cauldron and paid him for the ride. He settled gingerly onto a bed and despite the bumpy ride he dozed off from sheer exhaustion.

He was roughly awoken by Stan Shunpike and hoisted off the bus. He felt his entire body jar and knew blood was seeping into his clothing. He knew he had to get to the Alley and the apothecary quickly. On a normal basis he could administer first aid to himself but he knew he was past that point at the moment.

He staggered through the pub intent on getting to the Alley. He knew the patrons of the Leaky Cauldron probably assumed he was drunk with all his staggering. He made it out to the closed in courtyard with just enough lucidity to notice he wasn't alone before passing out.

The other person in the courtyard, noticed the blood soaking Harry's back and decided to help. She gently pulled him up onto her shoulders. A feat made possible by Harry's smallish form. She had a choice now take him back to the inn where everyone would stare at him and know immediately who he was. Or cover his face with a light weight cover and get him to the apothecary. She knew the person who ran the store was a registered haler that preferred making the medicines over administering him, but he was always willing to help someone in need.

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Yah my turn!! hehe

Selena's Summer

" I swear, if Leena values her life, she will never wake me like that again." Selena hissed, rubbing the spot on her head where her little sister had dropped a small book to wake her up.

She opened here light silver eyes and let her bed head brown hair fall in her face. Casting a Tempus charm, she shriek out curses at Leena.

" You…I'm gonna strangle you, Leena! It's five in the morning!"

" Selena!" Came her father's stern voice.

Matthew Slielth gave his second oldest child a half-hearted glare, laughing at her grumpiness.

His dark green eyes smirked at her while his light, spiky orange hair gave him a eerie glow in the morning light.

" Morning dad." Selena replied, her anger cooled.

" Something tells me Leena took your mother's request to heart and beyond." Matthew said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

" Why does mum want me up?"

" You have to go to Diagon Alley today."

" Oh that's right, I guess I did forget. Stupid Caleb and his smartness. He bet me that I would end forgetting about the day I look forward to all summer." Selena smiled, her silver eyes laughing.

Walking into the dining room, Selena saw Leena sitting closer to their mother, her green eyes half laughing, half afraid of Selena. Her short, spiky black hair was messy, telling Selena that she had just woken up recently as well. Selena saw Sara sitting closer, the seven year old smiling up at her, her silver eyes crackling with laughter and her long black hair drawn into a tight braid. She kissed Sara's cheek before ruffling Leena's hair. She kissed her mother's cheek as she moved to sit by her.

Cassandra Slielth was a truly beautiful woman, with her long, silky black hair that was as black as midnight and blue eyes that sparkled with love towards her family, but if the notion was shown that any of her children were injured, they would shift to red and then anyone who they are directed at never truly recover; well, dark elves are quite protective of their family after all.

" Morning mother, do you need anything from the Alley while I'm there?" Selena asked, starting to eat her breakfast.

" I need a few things from the Apothecary. I'll give you the list before you leave." Cassandra replied, moving back to eating her fruit.

Breakfast passed and Selena leapt back to her room to get ready. After taking a shower, she threw on a dark robe over her muggle jeans and tee-shirt. She flooed to the Leaky Cauldron and went shopping. Three hours later, she shrunk her thirteenth bag full of books, potion ingredients, pet supplies and a few things for her family. Deciding that she would vaster her brother, she walked towards Flourish & Blotts and turned and entered the small shop that only bore a sign that held a black cat drinking milk, a roman numeral 13 on it's back.

She walked in and smiled as she watched Caleb juggle three customers, each demanding service right then, the twenty-one year old male not ready for three blonde witches to spit like cats in his face. His blue eyes were stressed filled and his short black hair looked like it had been ruffled too much. Finally gaining control and servicing all the customers, he noticed Selena smiling at him.

" Well, you made it, seems I lost out little bet." Caleb said, hugging her over the counter.

" No you won. I forgot until daddy told me after Leena woke me up."

She sat there and talked to him over the next half hour until she grew weary. Kissing him goodnight she walked back to the Leaky Cauldron, but she stopped in the alleyway behind it, not knowing why until the door open and a man can staggering out like he was drunk. His emerald eyes locked with hers before he passed out.

Selena at once noticed the blood that covered his back and rushed forward. She brought him up on her shoulders and tried to figure out what to do.

" If I take him through the inn, people will stare. Oh, that's it, I'll take him to Bran. He can help. I hope he hasn't left the apothecary yet." She whispered, throwing her robe over his body before taking off.

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After Selena burst into the apothecary with the boy's body on her back, thankfully no one but Bran was in the shop, she screamed Bran's name, said man running to help relive her of her rescued.

" Selena, what the hell happened to him?" Bran asked.

" I'm not sure Bran, but I think the blood loss from his back could be the cause!" She snapped, an unknown anger coursing through her veins. Her eyes flashed red rings and she felt her power building.

Bran, seeing the anger & fury in the young girl's eyes, went to work on the young man's body right away.

An hour later and they had his body safely resting in the back, Selena hovering over him, trying to figure out his identity, when it hit her like a ton of bricks.

" Shit, what hell happened to you?" She whispered, whipping the blood that trickled off of his scar.

Harry Potter lay a her side and he almost died, the reason Selena vowed to figure out.

Why would she do that?

" If anything happens to him, Fred & George will murder me. I know, I'll bring him home, that way, he'll be safer and I can make sure he is in a wizard environment."

Selena rushed to find Caleb and after she returned with him, he agreed with her plan.

" As soon as he's well enough and able to be conscious, then we should tell the twins. That way, at least someone will know that Harry Potter is not dead." He whispered, before carefully picking the boy up.

Selena nodded and flooded home first and waited for Caleb to return with Harry.

" Selena! Where have you been all day, my gods it's almost five o'clock!" Cassandra yelled, but stopped when her oldest appeared and they ran off, a bloody mess in Caleb's arms.

Cassandra followed and listened at the door as Selena nagged Caleb.

" Caleb, what the hell happened? His stitches were fine before you disappeared."

Caleb sat back after he stopped the bleeding and stared at her. " Somewhere between point A and here, something jerked him and the wounds opened up again."

Selena was quiet before she sat next to the bed, watching the frail boy draw ragged breaths.

" Ok, what's going on here?"

oh my gods, we did it! Yes finally, yes I now, but I think it's good, yes? Ok review and let us know what you think!

ok so in case you haven't noticed Raven can get a bit hyper, I can be to at times. hope you like the story and please review!