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 will be sure to fix it (if I happen to make any, which is very possible).

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Snape was dreaming, it wasn't an ordinary dream either. Snape wasn't one for divination but he knew that this dream was significant. He could still see those accusing green eyes, the long red hair and that gentle frown.

It had been over a decade since Snape had seen Lily, but he knew that look in her eyes. The look that said, "You're missing something, there is something you're not getting hold of".

Then Lily suddenly morphed into The-brat-who-lived. Now Snape knew something was wrong, Potter was covered with bruises. His eyes, Lily's eyes, were full of accusation and loathing.

That was when Snape woke.

Snape knew he was doing the wrong thing, he knew he should just ignore the dream, but it had seemed so real. There is no reason for anyone to know I am checking on Potter, no one has to know.

Once Snape had talked himself into 'visiting' Potter he got himself ready, put on a cloak and headed out the door. Once he was out of the wards he apparated to the front yard of number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Utterly useless garden, all roses and bushes. Not a single herb in sight. I'm here, so why do I feel like I am missing something?

Snape didn't bother with knocking on the door, he simply cast a disillusionment charm and slipped in after a muttered alohamora. If the family realised they had an intruder they made no effort to stop him.

Snape decided to start on the bottom floor and work his way up. He decided not to bother with the kitchen and the laundry, but when he came to the living room, he decided it would be a good idea to have a quick look around.

What Snape saw almost made him sick; Potter's obese cousin was lying on the couch with a massive bag of potato crisps in his hand. The mantelpiece was impeccably clean and covered in pictures of the Dursleys. Now that he thought of it there were no pictures of Potter and just a few wedding photos of Petunia and Vernon. Yet there were entire walls devoted to Dudley.

It was at this point that Snape realised that something was definitely wrong, how could his family not dote on Precious Potter. Then it hit him, maybe I was wrong, maybe I just did not take the time to understand. No, he was always roaming around as if he owned the place; maybe he just does not like photos.

Snape decided to leave the living room and go upstairs, that is when he heard it. Now Snape was no stranger to pain, having suffered quite a bit of it himself, but what he heard coming from one of the rooms was one of the worst things he had ever heard. Snape removed the disillusionment and stormed into the room. The sight that greeted him was one he was not likely to forget for a long time.

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well that is another chapter over.

I wanted to do a longer chapter but then I realised it might be a good idea to have some opinions before I continue.

Thanks again to Salroz for being my Beta and just overall helping me out. He's been great and is always willing to help out :)

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