The Truce of a Lifetime
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A Harry Potter Fan-fiction
Disclaimer: I only own my Ocs
Prologue: Running For My life...
Severus Snape had finally done it.
He had told the world he was a spy for Dumbledore and the Order at the Trial for Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. Now, he was running for his life from the very people who had thought him a fellow loyal supporter. He had no place to go, no place except...
Chapter One: Who am I...
In the land of Muggles and Wizards, live magical creatures of a large variety. Harry had met most of them, and was usually never freaked out by them. At 13, going on 14, he was glad to save that he was a brave young man, despite the Dursly's abuse. He was not one that frightened easily. Today, was a completely different story, for four reasons,
One) He had woke in the morning to complete the usual routine, wake up before the crack of dawn, rush to the bathroom, take a five minute, freezing cold shower, dry off quickly, rush down stairs and pick up the food left in front of the television, throw it away, wait the six minutes before Aunt Petunia came down the stair, her bruises barley covered on her face and cheeks, she would tell Harry what would be for breakfast, before handing him the salve, and allowing him to clean up his open wounds from the beating the night before, then, when he finished, Aunt Petunia would switch places with Harry, who would begin cooking breakfast. This morning would have been no different, had it not been for the wounded man, asleep on the couch. Harry had stood petrified until Aunt Petunia came down stairs, lightly fusing at Harry, with no anger behind her words, when she first saw him standing there. She merely assumed that the harsh beatings the night before were causing the boy difficulty in moving. It was true in fact that Harry had received a harsh beating, just as Petunia had, the night before and was having difficulty moving, but as I have said, the man fitfully sleeping, and blood dripping, on the couch.
Two) He knew exactly who this person was.
Three) Aunt Petunia knew them too.
Four) The person was none other the Professor Severus Snape
"My Lord, she told me you were dead!" Aunt Petunia hissed as Snape struggled awake. "She said that you had died protecting Dumbledore!" Snape looked from the pale Petunia, noting the bruises, to the obviously startled and confused 'Potter.'
"Aunt Petunia, you know him?" Harry questioned, completely baffled by the fact that his Aunt knew his Potions Master.
"We were neighbors as kids." Petunia responded, Snape was busy piecing himself back together with magic.
"You were?" All three slightly jumped when a sound was heard from upstairs.
"Shit." Petunia swore. Harry looked at his Aunt Startled once more. Snape looked ready to die and run at the same time, and Petunia, Petunia was currently trying to hide a limp as she hurried to start breakfast.
"Harry, show Severus the broom closet. He can stay in there until Vernon and Dudley leave. Then quickly get the den picked up, before Vernon gets down here." Petunia whispered loud enough for the man and boy setting in the den to hear her. The jumped to their job.
Somehow, only God knows how, Petunia managed to get a hearty breakfast that would take an hour to cook, completely done in 15 minutes. In 2 hours, the Dursly men were gone for the day, leaving the three wounded people at number four Private Drive.
"You better be here to take him." Petunia stated, glaring a hole in Severus Snape. Harry was busy 'washing dishes' as Petunia had told him, which, when Vernon and Dudley were gone, it meant soaking his bruised hands while he 'washed' dishes.
"What do you mean, 'take him'?" Snape questioned, eying her bruises suspiciously.
"I told her...I told her to go to Dumbledore. But no, she was as stubborn as you are. It was so obvious with her in my house." Snape looked at the babbling woman with a confounded look.
"I really have no idea what you are trying to say." He stated, knowing full and well that Harry could hear every word they spoke.
"I was told he would be safe with someone of blood with him. So he would be safer with you."
Snape arced and eyebrow. "Woman, I have no idea what your trying to say."
"Oh, quit being so stupid. Lily never loved James, and she sure as hell never sired a kid with that buffoon."
Snape drew back from shock. "What do you mean..." He was cut off by Petunia.
"I mean, that Harry is your son."
Snape visibly looked shocked.
The only sound was a faint 'thud' was heard from the kitchen.
