This is my first fanfiction please bare with me. I will thank my cousin for beta work done on this. Also I do not own Harry Potter.
In the quaint little neighborhood of Little Whinging was a house that seemed like any other house. It had a little white fence and a perfectly maintained garden. Most people thought that the wife who lived here had a green thumb, but it wasn't the wife who did the work. She barely ever lifted a finger to do anything. The yard work and the house work all fell to her nephew. He cleaned the house, did the laundry, mowed the lawn, trimmed the trees, weeded the garden, and picked flowers for the house everyday. He even painted what needed to be painted as it came.
Anyone would think that he was the sweetest boy in the world for doing all of these things and he was kind, but not for the same reasons. This young man who's name is Harry Potter only did everything so perfectly to avoid worse things than a thorough scolding. Harry wasn't like other teenage boys. He didn't watch TV or play video games. He didn't have friends that he went to visit, and the friends he did have, most were paid to be his friend by a manipulative headmaster. He lived in the smallest room in the house with a very worn mattress and falling apart furniture. All of his clothes outside of his school uniform were six sizes too big and hand-me-downs.
Our tale begins with young Harry after a long day of hard work. This wasn't an ordinary day though. This day was his sixteenth birthday. His relatives, that lazy aunt and her equally lazy husband and son had allowed Harry to eat a full meal no matter how small as his only birthday gift. It had been an apple and a ham and cheese sandwich along with a glass of water. Though small and pathetic to you and me for this boy it was a feast fit for a king. Most days of the year he was away at a boarding school his late parents had paid for when he wasn't even born yet where he did get three square meals a day.
That said, he was finally locked in his bedroom for the night. He didn't even want to think about what his Uncle Vernon did whether he completed his chores or not. He was sat upon his bed watching the clock as he waited and hoped someone would send him a card or maybe even a note. Just something to say someone out there had thought of him today. There were six minutes left of the day and finally he slumped down on his bed. Laying on his uninjured left side. As the clock strucked to say five minutes left there was a soft pop that broke the silence.
Before Harry could speak the little Goblin that had appeared waved his wand and all of the normal noises that echoed through the house fell silent. He watched as the creature ignored him for several long moments as he unrolled and read through a scroll that it had pulled out of no where. The small teen took the time to observe the intruder. It had on the normal green robes of a Gringott's employee. The ranking this time was depicted as gold trim around the edges of the garment. He had very thin gray hair pulled back in a black ribbon on the top of its head. A gold ring dangled from its left ear. All around an average goblin from the wizarding bank.
"Mr. Potter, as today is the day of your birth sixteen years ago we are to bring light to you any information you might deem important."
"Thank you and may I ask your name?" The green eyes peered curiously at the parchment.
"My name is Gimflak. Let me begin. You are the sole benefactor of the entire Potter legacy. This includes two additional vaults of gold and a third filled with heirlooms along with two properties. The late Sirius Black has also left everything to you. Four vaults of various items ranging from gold to heirlooms and documents and the deeds to seven homes and ownership of six businesses. This is all standard information that we expected to find. Though there was something else that popped up. It seems that you are not the son of Lily and James Potter. We do not know how you came about to be in their care for your father is still alive. Unfortunately your mother died in your childbirth. You are the youngest of three sons. Also a betrothal contract was made for you."
"Please, can you help me meet them all? If this is not my family I do not wish to stay here much longer anyway. I could get a place at the Leaky Cauldron and meet them in the morning if I must wait." Harry was full of hope that maybe these people would want him. "I will do anything if you could help me leave this place and meet my family."
"If you wish I will meet you in the morning at the Leaky Cauldron to escort you to Gringott's. From there we will work to contact the people you wish to meet. Would you like to know their names before I leave?"
"Tell me tomorrow." Harry smiled at Gimflak.
With another small pop the goblin was gone. Harry quickly changed in to a smaller set of clothes to go out and collect his things. Packing everything into his trunk and grabbing Hedwig in her cage. Quietly he picked the lock on his door and descended the stairs. At the door he unlocked it and escaped. He ran down the street with his trunk rolling behind him. Several blocks away from the house he pulled out his wand summoning the Knight Bus. Waiting for it to appear he planned for the chance his true family didn't want him. When he met up with the goblin again he would withdraw enough money to buy a new wardrobe and a place to stay permanently.
Getting on he pulled a hoodie over his face, handing the conductor ten galleons for the trip with the clipped message. "Leaky Cauldron, I was never here."
The short man nodded and directed him to a seat in the back of the bus away from prying eyes. Harry curled into a little ball and suppressed whimpers because of his bruised body. He closed his eyes and waited for the trip to end. The vicious swaying and rocking of the ride kept him from finding any relief in the clutches of sleep. Every sharp jolt cause him to bite his lip to stop from making any noise. He did not need to draw attention to himself.
Eventually the bus skidded to a halt outside the only magical place to stay he knew of. Climbing down from the high landing he pulled his trunk down and wheeled it inside. Walking up to the bar he handed Tom enough coins for the night without looking up. Getting room number six he walked up the steps and went to bed. He never changed out of his clothes, or even removed his shoes. Just collapsed onto the comforter and curled into a ball. Out cold before he even registered he was falling asleep.
The first rays of the morning sun brushed feather light warmth onto the sixteen year old's face. His closed eyes crinkled in the corners as he started to stir. He rubbed his face against the comforter trying to fall back into the peacefulness that was his own mind. As the light became more persistent on him awaking to start the day his emerald eyes began to flutter open. His brow knitted in confusion as he took in where he was. Then the events of last night flooded back to him and he smiled. For today he got to meet his family and he was happy to do so even if they would not want him. Because then he knew that there was someone out there who at one point had maybe been happy he was alive.
He got up and went about preparing to go about his day. He left his trunk in the room and walked down the stairs to the bar. He wore a pair of tight blue jeans he had found in hogsmeade and a white button down he had from his school uniforms. Over that was his hoodie which was flipped up so no one could see who he was. Last thing he needed was someone to recognize him and send him back to those relatives of his. Sitting down for breakfast he ordered toast and and some pumpkin juice. As the food was set in front of him he tossed out the money for the food and the room for a second night. He wasn't going to set his hopes on the people he was about to meet wanting him. For all he knew they actually had previous knowledge if him and did not want him.
As he finished eating, Gimflak appeared at his elbow. "I am here to escort you."
"Thank you." Harry whispered to the goblin.
They left and walked without another comment. Neither were one to strike up a casual conversation. Harry watched as the buildings went by. As the quiet alley began to wake up for the start of a new day. The sky was blue with not a cloud insight and the light in the alley was tranquil. Harry shifted his shirt a little as it rubbed uncomfortably against a cut in his skin. The walk was short and they arrived in just a few minutes. Stepping into the bank they both ignored everyone around them as they moved to the back where the wall of conference rooms was. A second goblin walked over and whispered in Gimflak's ear.
"It seems that your family and fiancee are in room 14. It also appears that they are very excited to see you and thought that you died in the last war."
"So they might actually want me? I thought the only thing I could hold onto was that I had people out there that shared my blood but now...wow." Harry's eyes were full of hope.
"This way Mr. Potter." The goblin directed him down the wall until they reached the right door.
He gestured for the teen to go in by himself. Hood still up so he had the chance to see who they were first he turned the nob. As the door swung open there was shuffling heard like they were preparing for the first impression. Stepping in Harry kept his gaze down until he was far enough in that he could shut the door. Slowly he lifted his line of sight. Noticing first that there were six people in the room, five men and one woman. Then he noticed that they were all taller then him and dressed to impress. Last were the faces, he took in one by one. Draco, Lucius, and Narcissa Malfoy. Severus Snape and a set of twins that after a moment he recognized as Fred and George.
He backed up shaking his head. This could not be happening. His back hit the wall behind him and he slid down so he could bury his head in his arms and knees. Tears formed as they slid down his cheeks.
"I had so much hope!" His voice rang out in the silence even though it was muffled by his own body. "When I was told I had family it was the best birthday gift ever. Now the hope I had at being wanted is shattered on the ground."
"Who are you?" Came a female voice that obviously belonged to Narcissa Malfoy.
"You all know me. Either by hearing it from your son or being at school with me. My only question is why are the twins here?" He never looked up.
"We found out we weren't Weasleys and that our real father was Severus." George spoke. He could always tell.
Fred continued. "We don't even look like us. How do you know?"
"How could I not know the people I backed for their shop." He shifted a little to wipe a tear that had started to tickle.
Both twins had sunk down back into their seats. "Shit." They intoned together.
George spoke to tell Harry what he had already figured out. "We are your brothers and Snape is our dad. Draco is your fiancee."
Harry gave a half chuckle. "Not for long."
"You know him?" Lucius's drawl came through.
"We only ever had one backer for our shop." Fred smirked.
"He gave us his Triwizard winnings." George added.
Harry couldn't help himself instantly curling further, backing himself away from the group. The silence after the statement stretched and Harry took it for the worst. Tears fell faster and the shaking had caused the already closing wounds to open back up and bleed causing Harry to stifle a scream. It didn't matter much as he knew now he was truly alone.
"Harry!" He heard. They must have noticed the bleeding or maybe how distressed he was. He felt one of them put their hands on him to comfort him but he screamed as they pressed against a broken rib. Falling away from them he curled upon his good side facing the wall trying to become part of the decor.
"Hey there, it's George. I promise I will help you just please Harry, take these potions. Fred and I made them. So you know they will be safe."
Harry allowed several unknown potions to be pressed to his lips before he started to feel better. He sat up, still curled away from the people around him. He knew the questioning was next but it didn't matter. Snape was first to break the silence.
"Who did this to you?"
"My fucking Uncle, every year I beg the stupid headmaster to not go back and I get the same speech every year about how its the only safe place for me. Well I ran away when I heard about you."
"You seem to be under the impression we will not want you to come home." Snape's voice answered him.
Harry spun to face the man. His eyes were still full of tears. "Do not play with me!" He yelled back. "I just escaped one home that would not love me. I will not turn around and allow myself to be brought into another. I do not want pity. I would rather leave and live the rest of my life alone in a cabin in the woods before I live in that type of hell again."
"I would never hit you." Snape replied.
"You think that is all they did?" Harry roared rising shakily to his feet. The twins backed up to allow him. "They tormented me. I thought my name was Freak before a teacher told me otherwise. Dudley had two bedrooms. You know what I got? A cupboard under the stairs. A five by three space that I spent ten years in! Then I only escaped it for ten months out of the year. Vernon told me I would only ever be good for sex. He was planning on not letting me out after last night. Going to tie me to the bed and take me before letting his friend have me one by one then he was going to get strangers. Do you truly believe that if you just don't hit me it will be enough?" Silence remained in the room. "For fifteen years I have hoped and prayed that one day someone would walk through the door and say you are one of the most important people in my world and you never have to suffer another day. If you can't be that someone turn around and leave!"
Harry finally realized what he had said and covered his mouth in shock. Then before anyone could even speak he raced out the door. It took ten seconds for Severus Snape to realize and process what had been said before he was out the door chasing after his baby boy.