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Previously- Shocked, I wrapped my arms around him and stood up, holding his far too small body against my side as he buried his face into my neck.

What was I suppose to do now?

Harry POV

My heart pounded as I waited in the dark for the man with the deep voice to open my cupboard. I could hear his footsteps coming closer and closer to me, and I couldn't help but wonder if he really was going to kill me. Was Aunt just saying that to scare me? The man sure sounded scary enough to be a killer. All that stuff about what he could do, and-

The lock flicked back and light poured into my cupboard as the door was opened. I blinked, my eyes adjusted, and then widened.

The man standing over me was tall, far taller then uncle, and he had skin more pale then anyone I've ever seen. His nose seemed hooked almost, and his hair was black and reached his shoulders. The strangest thing was that his eyes were black as well. He stared at me down his nose, and I felt even smaller then I did when Uncle loomed over me. The man radiated power, so strong it was rolling off him in waves.

But then he did something Uncle had never done; he kneeled down, bringing himself almost to my level. My eyes widened in shock- no grown up I knew has ever done this before.

"I wont hurt you Harry." He said softly, his deep voice sounding much nicer then it had when he spoke to Aunt. I stared at him, confused. What was Harry?

"He doesn't know his name." Uncle sneered, making me want to curl up in my cupboard away from my family and this stranger. The strangers jaw clenched like my Aunts did when she was mad, but instead of yelling he closed his eyes, took a breath, and relaxed again. I watched him do this, puzzled by this mans behavior.

"Little one, there is nothing to fear." He said in a voice even softer then before. My body shook. I wanted to badly to believe him…but… "I'm going to take you away from here."

Before I knew what I was doing, I was throwing myself at him, hiding my tears by hiding my face in his shoulder. At first he stiffened and my fear returned. Was he angry? Then he relaxed, and brought me with him as he stood. I stifled a squeak of shock, knowing that Uncle hated it when I made noise.

He turned back to my family, and shifted me to one arm. I lifted my head, and my forehead crinkled in confusion as I saw the stranger holding me pointing a black stick at my family. And all of them were cringing away from him.

"How could you Tuney?" he snarled, his voice sounding mean again. My aunt looked like she had swallowed a lemon, but she just glared at the man. "Your own nephew and you treat him like this?"

"That runt doesn't deserve the scraps from our table." Uncle sneered. I looked at the stranger in fear. What if he figured out that I was useless and then left me here?

But the stranger wasn't looking at me in disgust like Uncle was. He was glaring at Uncle with a weird look in his eyes.

"You're on my last nerve Dursley. Tuney can tell you just how bad of an idea that is." The stranger said, his voice chilling, making me shiver even though he wasn't talking to me.

"I'm on your last nerve?" Uncle spat, his spittle flying all over the place. "You come into my home, threaten my family, and I'm on your last nerve? Now you listen here you good for nothing freak-"

I couldn't believe it. This stranger was like me? He could make the weird things happen to?

Uncle was cut off as the man snarled a word that made no sense, 'si-len-see-o', and then even thought Uncles mouth was still moving no noise came out. Aunt made a shrill noise that made me wince.

"Set him right, set him right!" she cried out.

"Oh, I'm not done." The man said, his voice holding glee that didn't seem very happy. He said another word that didn't make any sense, crew-she-o, and then Uncle fell to the ground, flailing around on the ground with his mouth open. When the man lifted his stick Uncle fell limp, panting even though we couldn't hear it. I stared at the stick with wide, awe filled eyes.

"Get out, leave us be!" Aunt screamed, running over to Uncle.

"Why should I show you mercy when you didn't show it to a small child of your own flesh and blood?" the stranger hissed. "If the children weren't here Petunia Dursley, your husband would have been flailing around until he fell limp of his own accord." I didn't understand what he meant, but Aunt looked horrified. "And I will be back. Where ever you go, I will find you. Don't doubt that."

Finally turning to me, his gaze softened.

"I don't suppose you have anything that you own that you wish to bring with you?" he asked in that same voice that was so different from the one that he used with my family. I shook my head, looking down so that I didn't have to meet his gaze. I felt the man sigh. "Very well. We will be going home now."

He strode outside, but when I looked around, I couldn't find a car anywhere. Did he live so close that he could walk here from his house? I hoped not, I didn't want to ever see Dudley and his friends again.

"Close your eyes." He ordered. I instantly did as he said, a little confused as to why he would want me to-

I felt like I was being squeezed. Before I could open my eyes I remembered that the stranger with the stick had told me to close my eyes, and I kept them closed until the feeling stopped.

Opening my eyes, I was shocked to see we weren't on Privet Drive anymore. Trees surrounded us, and in front of us was a huge house, bigger than any house I had ever seen that wasn't in a movie.

The man with the stick didn't say anything as he carried me up the steps of the castle like house, and ignored how I looked around in awe as he carried me through the house.

When he set me down on the couch I began to get nervous. At home I wasn't allowed on the couch. Fearfully I looked up at the man, wondering if this was some kind of trick like Aunt would use to pull on me.

"Your Uncle" the man sneered the word like it had offended him in some way "brought it to my attention that you do not know your own name." I shook my head. "Your name is Harry Potter. Your father's name was James Potter. Your mother, Lily Potter, was a very good friend of mine."

"Who are you?" I asked quietly, my voice raspy from lack of use.

"My name is Severus Snape." Said the man. "Now, I need you to stay here for a minute. I require a change of clothing." The man turned and walked down the hall with long strides, and I stared after him. He talked funny, and sometimes it didn't make any sense to me.

But even if I couldn't understand some of the words this Sev'rus Snape man used, at least this was better then the Dursleys. Snuggling deeper into the pillows of the couch, I smiled. And here I wasn't required to sit on the floor!

Once again, not very long, but I felt that was a good place to stop it. How was Harry's point of view? It's surprisingly difficult to write as a six year old….