Standard Disclaimer: Harry Potter and his wondrous world belong to J.K. Rowling. This story is just for fun.

This is my first attempt at a fanfic so please forgive any mistakes, leave a review and I'll be sure to fix it.

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Harry was sleeping peacefully for the first time in weeks. Suddenly he started, where am I? He thought. Then it hit him, Snape. Harry didn't know how or why, he just knew that Snape had saved him from his uncle.

~Flashback~

Harry was in the garden. The roses needed trimming again, the lawn needed mowing and the tools needed sharpening. Even if the work was hard, he was glad for an excuse to get out of the house.

Aunt Petunia had been baking a cake for Dudley's birthday; Harry looked up and was surprised when he couldn't see her through the window. A shadow passed over him, Oh no, not again, he thought, what have I done now? He looked up and was not surprised to see Aunt Petunia beckon to him.

"Your Uncle wants to see you in your room," she said, "after he deals with you, I expect you to start cleaning up the living room for our guests tonight."

Harry gave a forlorn sigh and trudged back to the house and up the stairs. His mind was reeling; trying to find a way to stop what he knew was going to come. Then he saw his uncle, with that thing in his hand, and gave a shudder. He tried to think of some reason why he deserved this. Then his Uncle spoke.

"Boy, did you really think you could keep this from us?" He said with a slight chuckle.

"Uncle, please I really have no idea what you're talking about." Harry gave a small whimper when his uncle closed the distance between them.

"You killed someone boy, your own godfather." Vernon said with glee, "not even you would be so dumb to think you could get away with that without a punishment".

"No Uncle, please" Harry begged, "it wasn't my fault!"

"Now, now Harry, You know our little rules." His uncle said with what anyone but Harry would have thought to be parental concern, "you should know by now that trying to escape a punishment, only makes it worse. Now, you know where I want you, so stop trying to wriggle out of your punishment and get to it!"

Harry was shaking uncontrollably; there was no hope for him. He bent over the bed and buried his face in a pillow. He knew what was coming but he was surprised when he felt ropes being tied around his wrists, I'm being restrained, what is different this time?

Then he felt a hand slipping his shirt up. Oh no, he can't, he can't do that. Harry remained still, but he couldn't help being scared.

He heard his uncle shifting around the room, obviously searching for something. Then his uncle was back by the bed.

Harry dived deep into his mind, trying to escape what he knew was coming. He sought refuge and shelter from his uncle. He found it in the form of his mother's love. He knew it would hurt, but at least now, he had some comfort.

Then the pain hit him, it was the worst of all the punishments he had ever received. He focused on his mother's love and soon he was lost in memories, her sweet scent, the soft way she used to talk to him, the way she murmured words of comfort when he hurt himself. Then in a heartbeat it was gone, he returned to reality.

He tried to return to his sanctuary, but it was gone.

His uncle was enjoying his pain laughing like a maniac. Suddenly it stoped and he felt his hands being untied. Harry looked up to see what was going on, his uncle only usually stopped when Harry was out cold. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight hat awaited him. He saw Snape with his wand pointed at his uncle. Then his world went black…

He remembered waking a few times, he felt Snape tending to his injuries, but he surrendered to sleep soon enough.

~End Flashback~

Harry was looking for his glasses when he saw a blurry shape coming through the door. Forgetting where he was, Harry cringed and stumbled out of bed.

He was surprised when he was steered back to the bed. Harry laid down and he was given his glasses. Everything came into focus, and he snapped back to reality when he saw who was beside the bed. Snape was looking at him oddly. Harry's eyes drifted to Snape's hands. He tried to get out of the bed, but Snape gently pushed him back into the pillows. Snape was holding what looked to be a briefcase. Snape opened it and pulled out several creams and potions.

"To properly heal you I do require to see your injuries Mr. Potter." He said with very little patience. "Now if you please, roll over so I can tend to your injuries."

"Please professor, I can manage on my own. I've had worse…" Harry trailed off when he realised what he had just said. "Umm, professor, you see.. I meant, that is…" He stumbled to find words that would take back what he had just said.

"You mean to tell me that this has happened more than once?" Professor Snape said as he physically rolled The-Brat-Who-Lived over. "When were you planing on telling someone, if I may ask?"

"Sir please, just leave me be. I will be fine if you can just get me to Hogwarts. I just need to rest." Harry tried to get up, but when he was restrained again, he put up a fight. "Let me go! You have no right to keep me here." After awhile Harry's strength ran out and he laid back on the bed and let Snape tend to his injuries.

"Now was that so hard Potter? Now just drink these potions and you will be free to sleep."

Having no fight left in him Harry drank the potions and fell sound asleep.

Snape left the room looking thoughtful and went to floo call the headmaster.

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well there it is, please leave a review.

If you want me to continue this please let me know.

Thanks to Salroz for being my Beta and just overall helping me out :)