Chapter 1:
Harry stared at his reflection in the mirror. His emerald green eyes dull, almost lifeless, looking far older than they should. His messy raven locks, were shaggy and greasy. His face almost looked as though it was sunken in dark circles under his eyes. His skin pale an almost ashen color. Harry glared hard at his reflection. Tears coming to pool at the edges of his eyes.
Harry raised his right hand and pulled it back. He scowled at the boy staring back at him and whispered, "I hate you." He let loose his punch shattering the mirror. The broken glass fell everywhere. Digging into his flesh causing new wounds to appear ontop of the ones already coating his arm.
He fell down to his knees ignoring the pain as the glass cut him. Harry started sobbing, knowing what would happen once his Uncle came home and saw what he had done to the mirror. He would hear about how useless he was again.
Harry flinched. He heard the sound of a car door slaming... His Uncle was home. Harry glanced around the bathroom helplessly as he heard the key go in the lock of the front door. He was terrified he curled up into a tiny little ball. Not caring or feeling the glass that was puncturing his flesh.
"Boy!" His Uncle called. "Boy get your ass down here."
Harry stayed there huddled on the floor whispering, "Please don't find me. Please. Oh please God don't let him find me."
He winced with each step his Uncle took up the stairs. He heard the floor board outside his room creek as his Uncle's heavy frame stood glancing in. Harry held his breath hearing the footsteps come near the bathroom.
Harry could see from his spot on the floor his Uncle's feet through the crack in the door. The handle slowly turned. Harry started whimpering in fear his Uncle's frame towering above him. Waiting for the blows to start. For the pain to begin again.
"What's this? You useless freak, how dare you damage my home. That I so graciously allow you to stay in." His Uncle's voice was full of malice.
Harry was shaking as his Uncle reached down for him grasping his forearm he dragged him along on the floor. Harry started to struggle, his Uncle backhanded him.
"Boy, remember your place you should be thanking me for being so lenient with you."
Harry was thrown into his room, onto his bed that had no sheets or blankets. Harry could see his Uncle had his favorite torture weapon of choice. The belt...
"Now freak, remember this hurts me so much more than it hurts you." His Uncle said sickeningly sweet. "But you've been a bad boy, you need to be punished." His Uncle raised the belt up.
Harry started pleading, "Please sir, please, not tonight it's my birthday please."
His Uncle lowered the belt. "Boy, tell me what are you?"
Harry looked up into his Uncle's drunken eyes, "A bad boy."
"Right and what do we do with bad boy's?"
Harry let his head drop, "We punish them."
His Uncle patted him on the head, "That's right." He than slapped Harry across the face.
Harry cowered back, his Uncle began whipping him. Over and over again. Each one coming down it seemed harder than the last. Harry though refused to cry out, he deserved this, he was a bad boy. His last thought before he blacked out was 'Maybe I'll be good someday.'
Severus Snape was in a foul mood. Not only had he botched a potion by falling asleep. He was now on the errand of checking up on the Boy Who Bloody Wouldn't Die and making sure he had no questions about the wizarding world, and to make sure his relative shared everything with him.
Nothing, absolutly nothing could make his day worse.
He apparted infront of Private Drive, he scowled, how stupid muggles were. Every house on the street looked almost identical. He looked at the numbers of each searching for Number 4. Seeing it Severus's scowl deepened, time to meet the spoiled Potter boy. No doubt his relatives were showering him with presents as he walked up to the door.
He knocked.
A huge pudgy man answered the door, Severus could smell the beer on his breath.
"Yes?"
Snape spoke coldly, "Are you Mr. Veron Dursley?"
The man puffed out he chest, "Why yes I am."
"Very well, then I am here to see a Mr. Harry Potter." Severus watched as the man's ego deflated.
"You're one of those freaks aren't you?"
Severus smirked, "If you mean wizard, then yes I am."
Vernon's face turned purple, "Get out of here, I've been trying to stamp that out of the boy. Leave now!"
Severus put his foot out to stop the door from slamming. Severus then pulled out his wand pointing it directly at Vernon's face.
"Trust me, Mr. Dursley, today is not the day to be messing with me. Just show me where the boy is."
Vernon's face paled he pointed up the stairs. Severus nodded and place a full body bind on him. Walking into the house Severus could smell the scent of blood. Lots of blood. He went up the stairs and found a door with many locks on it. It was opened a crack, and he pushed it fully open. He was shocked by the scent of blood that hit his nose, and there in the mess of it all was a boy, a child no less.
Severus raced to the child's side glancing at his forehead, he paled. This boy was Harry Potter, Severus was not expecting a beated boy, but a spoiled one. He gently lifted Harry up, cradling him to his chest.
Harry awoke at the sudden movement. He opened his eyes and weakly said, "Who are you?"
Severus could feel him shuddering in fear.
Severus whispered comfortingly, "Shh, it's alright your safe now. My name is Severus Snape, and I'm here to save you from that monster."
Harry grinned it was just like he had dreamed. A superhero coming to save him, he whispered softly, "Thank you." and passed out again.
Severus was suprised. He never remembered being thanked before by a child, they were all so greedy.
He gingerly carried Harry downstairs. Spying Vernon on his way out he whispered mencingly, "I'll be back for you."
Severus saw the fear that flickered in his eyes, and smirked satisfied. He apparted to the Hogwarts grounds and hurried to the castle. Being careful to mind the sleeping boy resting in his arms.
He rushed to the infirmery. "Poppy! Poppy, get your butt out here woman."
"Severus what on earth?" Poppy came out of her office she saw the bloody bundle in his arms and hurriedly pointed to a bed.
"Set him down over there." Poppy pulled her wand out, "Is this a student?"
Severus shook his head, "It's Harry Potter."
Poppy paled this was their savior. Severus watched as Poppy moved quickly stopping the bleeding here, healing a broken bone there. He stood there for about an hour. She then turned to him.
"He is stabble and should recover. You're lucky you got him here so fast. Who did this?"
Severus sighed, "His Uncle."
Poppy was shocked Severus turned to leave, "Wait, Severus, where are you going?"
Severus stopped and turned, "To tell the Headmaster."
Poppy nodded, "One more question how old is he?"
"Eight." Severus turned and walked away. Missing the tear the fell from Madam Pomfrey's eye as she whispered, "My God."
AN: Alrighty I DONT NOT OWN HARRY POTTER... if i did i sure as hell wouldn't be here. Well this is my story I have horrible grammer and spelling errors so please grin and bear it also Read and Review if I should continue...