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Hey guys! Wow, I was really surprised by the response I got from Chapter One! I would have posted chapter two but it

was one o'clock in the morning when I posted where I am. Anyways, Here's chapter two! Chapter one came out much shorter than I wanted it to, so I'll try fixing that! Oh, and little joke of the day, Prince William- 100% royalty, Duchess Katie- none. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the new Half-blood Prince! Thanks for all the follows! I appreciate them so much! Chapter three might be tomorrow, if not definitely Thursday!

Chapter Two

Yet, what was really happening on Privet Drive was the last thing he expected. Outside a house with an elegant 4 painted on the mailbox, was not a place of celebration. For inside this little house, Harry, The Boy Who Lived was trying his best to stay breathing.

It took all his energy not to pass out from pain. When they came back, if he wasn't awake, he would get another beating. He looked around his small cupboard for something to focus on. That might help him stay awake. He had to wonder what had happened that day to get him where he was now.

Flashback

This was by far one of the worst days. It started how they usually do, with his cupboard door being yanked open and being grabbed and thrown into the kitchen with the meal instructions for the morning. As he stood up, he prepared all the usual ingredients.

What changed about this morning was that Dudley was awake and downstairs already at the table, coloring. As Harry was beginning to cook, he made his way to the kitchen.

"Morning, Freak." Dudley chided while smacking him on the back of the head.

He knew not to respond. He wasn't allowed to respond. Ever. That was one of the rules he followed. To get breakfast, he could eat what Dudley left on his plate, which was nothing ever. He cooked all meals. If he burned anything, they burn his hands. If it doesn't taste right , he went a week without food. He could have dinner if he finished all his chores for that day. Even then, he only got what the family didn't eat. Again, that wasn't much. If something he cleaned had even a speck of dirt, he got locked in the cupboard for 2 days. Do anything Dudley or his friends asked, no exceptions. Only speaking if saying, "Yes sir, yes ma'am" or "No sir, no ma'am." No sitting on the furniture, freaks didn't deserve furniture. Above all other rules, for the life of you, don't yell at Dudley. Ever. Hitting Dudley would get him killed, yelling at him would make him wish for death. He knew, he did it on accident when he as 5. Breaking any of those rules would result in "disciplinary force" So he continued to cook.

"What, wittle wreak wost his woise?" Dudley said challengingly, emphasizing his baby talk for all it was worth. He knew he wasn't going to respond. See, Dudley had a different set of rules in the house. Don't kill the freak. That was his only rule. He could beat on him all day long, but he wasn't allowed to kill the freak.

Harry was sure this was his name. The only reason he wasn't sure if it was, was the woman who came in his dreams. She always called him Harry. She was tall and very pretty with red hair that reached a little past her shoulders. She had the most beautiful eyes. She always came after the beatings. She spoke soothingly to him. she had silent tears that fell down her face as she looked at him. He knew this woman loved him. She always told him before she left. It was strange, though. She always told him a promise was to be fulfilled soon. She spoke of a man, "Prince" she called him.

After hitting Harry some more, Dudley got bored and went back to sit down. After breakfast was cooked, and everyone was at the table, Harry served them all. Dudley whined that his sausage was burnt to his parents. Harry hid the look of anger from his cousin. He knew for a fact it wasn't. He prided himself on his cooking ability. Nevertheless, he found himself in front of the stove, with his hands being held to the burner. He bit his lip so he wouldn't cry out. That only guaranteed a beating.

As the day went on, Harry found himself outside too often. By the time he was done, he had terrible sunburn everywhere. He got a beating for leaving a few leaves in the yard. He cooked lunch and as allowed a glass of water for a job well done of the lunch. By the time Vernon came home, the chores weren't all the way done, so he received another beating. He was shoved in his cupboard for a few hours. When he was finally starting to not feel pain, his Uncle opened the cupboard and dragged him out. This time, he beat on Harry much, much harder. He was yelling something about how the freak ruined this deal for him, how the freak ruins anything.

Then the worst thing happened. Petunia came sprinting in the room, saw Harry and started yelling, "How dare you! Yell at our Dudley! You worthless, ungrateful freak! We gave you a home, food out of our son's mouth, yet you yell at him! Vernon, deal with this. NOW!" His Uncle nodded with a certain smile on his face.

'Yell at Dudley? No! I would never do that! He's lying!' Harry thought to himself. He knew than to speak out. 'Now maybe, I should've hit him.' Harry thought. 'Death would be more merciful than what's to come.'

End of Flashback

No, as he lay there bleeding to death, he just wished the death would come faster. He tried laying on his side and curling up. He winced in pain. It was better than laying on his back with all those welts from the belt. He had to admit, though, the welt on his face hurt the most. He lay there, when something caught his eye in front of him. It was his Dream Lady.

He thought for a moment, he didn't think he was sleeping, was he? She had more tears than usual on her face. She sat on the side of his bed and ran a hand through his hair. She stopped when she saw him wince from pain. More silent tears fell.

"Shhh, my Harry. Prince will be here soon. He'll come, my child. Shhh, I love you, Harry." She said soothingly. That was the last thing he remembered before blacking out.

Severus had changed his mind and decided to wait until later in the evening. He scowled to himself as he walked down Privet Drive. Why are you doing this? As if the boy won't have enough presents! Let someone else give it to him! the child will probably look at the ring and snatch it from you with some witty remark. He sneered at the image. Just let him try to snatch it. Arrogant, over privileged brat. Just like his father. He sighed to himself. Let's just get this over with.

As he was walking up to the door, a harsh wind shoved him forward. A very interesting smelling wind. Lilies again? Why would she do that? his eyes widened as he got the message. Hurry.

He might just be imagining that, but he wasn't taking any chances. He jogged to the door and knocked on the door maybe a tad too hard. What met him at the door was either a large walrus or a small whale.

Oh, so this is the poor sucker who married Petunia. Severus thought to himself. So Lily wasn't exaggerating his size.

"What do you want? Do you understand what time it is? Or are you lacking sense to get watch?" He sneered at Severus. "We aren't buying your stupid product." With that he went to close the door.

Severus easily wedged his foot in the doorway. This man reminded him too much of his father.

"Mr. Dursley, I assure you, I'm not selling anything. Yes, I do indeed know what time it is, but seeing as you are still awake and there is still some light out, I'm hesitant to give a damn. Now, I can come in anytime, the knocking as just a courtesy." Severus smirked at the man's dumbfounded expression.

"What do you want?" He repeated, still not moving to let him in. This was his house and he would not be bullied around by some idiot.

"Do you really wish to have this conversation where all your neighbors can hear us?" Severus gave him an amused smirked. He got him, Mr. Dursley would never want his neighbors spying.

"Fine, come in if you must." This time he moved out of the hallway to allow him entry. He scowled at him as best he could as he past.

"Thank you." Severus smirked as he slipped past the man into the sitting room. On the way past the stairs, his eyes catch a small cupboard under them. As he is still standing, Mr. Dursley finally looked at him again, this time there was less of a scowl. "What do you want, for the last time?"

"Mr. Dursley, I have something in my possession that I would like to give to your nephew, that I will be on my way." He noted how the man's scowl deepened at the mention of his nephew.

"He's not here. Give it to me, I'll make sure the fr- err, boy gets it." The man tried hard to pretend the slip of the tongue didn't happen. Making a swipe for the item in Severus' hand and sneered as Severus backed up.

"Vernon? Do we have company?" He heard the ring of that annoying familiar voice coming from the kitchen. As she walked in, her breath caught in her throat as she moved closer to move behind her husband. "What's that freak doing in our house?"

Her husband looked back and forth between the two of them. "You know this man, Petunia?"

While she was explaining to her husband, there was a small gust of wind that came in through the window. It blew around, then towards the staircase. There was a light on in the cupboard that he must have looked over. He walked over and tried the door. Locked.

"Hey! Stay away from there! I don't need your freakiness in my house!" Petunia was apparently done explaining as she glared at Severus. Severus turned to the door once again.

"Alohomora!" He heard a satisfying click. As he opened the door he had to blink several times to make sure what he was seeing wasn't a vision.

He heard Petunia squeal and knew this wasn't fake. There was a very misty version of Lily in front of him. Her spirit. Harry's magic must have called her. She was sitting on the edge of the cot the bastard's must call his "bed", with a hand on her son's small head. On the "bed" was a curled up child that didn't look like he could be older than 5. Severus saw bruises, burns and a lot of open cuts that were still bleeding profusely. He was laying in pool of his own blood. This wasn't the pampered Boy Who Lived, this was a child fighting for their life. Lily looked up, and she looked like she had tears running down her face.

Petunia finally took a small breath, "Is he-" Lily cut her off with the hardest glare he'd ever seen. She kept her scowl tight and aimed at her sister as she spoke. "He's alive, Tuney, sorry to disappoint you. He's bleeding to death. Trust me, I'll deal with you later."

She turned to Severus who still had his head down at the boy with a look of concern. "Sev." His head shot up as he expected the glare to be pointed at him now. He was surprised to see a much softer look for him. One filled with desperation. "Don't beat yourself up, Sev." She smiled softly at the Potions Master. "Now's the time for that promise to be met. Save him, Sev. I'm begging you. Save my little boy." He nodded with determination. "I trust you, Sev. I trust you with something more important than my life. I'll always be your Lilypad, Sev." She walked over to him and put her palm to his cheek. "I'll miss you, Sev. Bring Harry on your next visit to me, eh?" He looked up shocked at her. He never imagined she would actually know he was there. She gave him a warm smile back.

She turned back to her sister. "I'll be back, dear sister. Count on it." With last scowl to her sister, she was gone.

Severus went to Harry and kneeled beside him. He laid a hand softly on the boy's side. He was met with a very violent flinch. Severus ground his teeth. The child is this skittish in his sleep! These insufferable, abusive, pathetic excuses for human beings! He calmed himself as he went to pick up the child. The child flinched at first, but slowly curled into the Potions Master. He smiled at the child and turned around to face these people.

"Say goodbye to your nephew, for he will never be returning here again. I will, though." He turned to the sister of his childhood friend. "That, Tuney, is a promise."

With that, he carried the boy outside and placed a warming charm on him. With that, he apparated. Pulling the boy, who had seen this place for the last time, closer to his chest.

Finally, Severus thought I remember the promise well, Lily. I swear to you, I will keep that promise. I always will

Yay, chapter two done! Next chapter coming soon! Anyone have suggestions for revenge for either Severus and/or Lily? I'm open to suggestions! I must have wrote this chapter over at least 3 times. Review, please? Chapter three coming at the latest on Thursday! Have a good day, guys! Thanks for reading!