Heya guys, I have decided that I am going to try update every Monday or Tuesday, so if I don't feel free to shout me, or write shout at me, that seems the right terms, and I don't own Harry Potter, me I am total nutter so I wouldn't be able to come up with something so brilliant as this, so here I go xx
Chapter 3:
Harry was carefully weeding the garden, trying to make sure his movements cause as little pain as possible, he had to finish the weeding or before his Uncle got home or he would be in for it.
There was aloud popping sound, which Harry recognised when the house elf Dobby disappeared or appeared, after that it sounded like two people where arguing.
Harry slowly and carefully stood up and followed the noise, he saw his Potions professor Severus Snape and his godfather Sirius Black having heated conversation.
Oh God, Harry thought, they can't see me like this.
"No, Harry's house is the third, I am sure of it," Sirius said, glaring.
"No, you're wrong, Potter's house is the second," Snape said.
Good, he thought, they have no idea where I live.
He quickly went into the garden shed and hid behind the lawn mower, he knew that was a rubbish hiding place but it was the quickest and hopefully Snape and Sirius wouldn't think to look here.
Snape knocked on the door of number 4 Privet Drive, he was frustrated that both of them got the house number wrong and was hoping that this was the correct house, he was angry at the mutt for not knowing where exactly his own godson is.
Sirius watched as his enemy as he knocked on the door which was hopefully where Harry lived, he was worried that his godson was in danger, and wondered how extreme the abuse that the Dursely's gave him was.
The door opened and a thin long necked blonde horse-faced women was there, as soon as she saw Snape, her face gone paper white.
"W-what are y-you doing here?" she stammered.
"That is not very nice way to greet guests is itPetunia?" Snape asked, his eyes boring into her's.
"No," she squeaked, "if you want the freak he is gardening," she said, accidently as it was Snape was forcing her to speak.
"What did you call my godson?" Sirius spat, anger flaring up in his eyes.
Snape not wanting to caught in Sirius's rage sneaked out in search who the who was slowly ruining his life.
Half an hour later he heard a knock on the door, there where here and then a few minutes later, Snape walked in.
I bet Potter thought he was to good for gardening so he decided to be childish at all, I bet the headmaster thought that not buying him a stupid muggle thing was abuse. Snape still couldn't get past the way, she called him a freak though.
"Potter come out now or you'll regret it," Snape said, clearly.
The shed was quiet, Harry did not answer he couldn't, he didn't want everyone to know, and Snape would probably make a loud of snarky comments in class and act all superior and still find a way to say that he was a spoilt brat, he could let Snape find him or Sirius for that matter.
"I know you're in here, and I know you're hiding behind the lawn mower and yes I know what a lawn mower is," Snape smirked.
"Leave me alone, I don't want to see you," Harry whimpered.
"Sorry, can't, I am now your worse nightmare, you are now my priority, so I will strongly advise to come out and like said before you will regret it," Snape threatened softly.
"Snivellus are you threatening my godson if are, you will suffer the consequences," Sirius barked, coming into the shed which was now very crowded.
"As you seem to forget that he is my godson to," Snape retorted.
Snape is my godfather, now my life is more ruined than it was, we are going to kill each that is of course Sirius doesn't kill Snape first.
"Secondary," he spat back.
"You have to be kidding me, Snape the man who tried to make my life hell for the past three years is actually my secondary godfather," Harry said, raising from his hiding spot.
Sirius gasped as he looked at Harry, he looked like he had lost a lot of weight which was a problem as he wasn't the biggest person in the world, his cheek bones stuck out, and his hand me down clothes hung from his small frame, his face was covered bruises, his left arm was sticking out in funny angle, his breathing was laboured and dried blood on his shirt.
Snape was staring at him, he was so shocked, the boy-who-lived, a spoiled attention seeking brat was abused by relatives, even though he had been told this, he didn't believe it, now the proof was right in front of him, he stared him into Harry's green eyes, he realised he was more like Lily then he thought.
"Umm, yeah unfortunately me and the mutt are your godfathers and also your umm guardians," Snape said.
" I am not going with you, I will go with Sirius but not you," Harry said.
"Well, that means I am going home, see you there mutt, Potter," Snape said, smirking, "like it or not we are stuck with each other so I might as well stay."
"I am not stay in a place where Snape lives," Harry rasped.
"I am sorry, kiddo, but you have to, look at what the muggles did to you, there is no way I am letting you stay here, I am not happy about it either but, Harry we can live together like I promised we just have live with a greasy git as well," Sirius said compassionately.
"Okay, I'll go but I am not talking to him," Harry said.
Snape laughed.
Sirius looked at him surprised, "Snivellus Snape just laughed, this a camera moment."
Harry laughed painfully, Sirius barked a laugh. Snape just glared.
"Okay, now we need to get your things, your Aunt has already signed the paper work, I just want you to get out of here as quickly as possible, so Madame Promfrey can sort you out," Sirius said.
"Can't," Harry cried, sadly, " my Uncle locked my school trunk in m err the cupboard."
He nearly my cupboard that is conversation he hoped to avoid.
"Well, as you are incompetent to forget that we are in fact magical and open it without keys," Snape said, smirking.
"Oh, shut up Snivellus, he has been through a lot and you're making it worse," Sirius said, scowling.
"I am not going to coddle Potter because he got hit around a bit," Snape snapped, not believing he just said that.
"A bit, look at him, he looks worse than you, you never tried to hide your abuse, I did, maybe you're the attention seeking one, not me, and definitely not Harry, you might thinks he likes being the boy-who-lived, but he hates it, he lost his parents because of it, get it through your greasy hair, he hates it," Sirius ranted, you could see his anger rising and rising.
Snape glared at Sirius and Sirius glared back, they were to angry to see that Harry sneaked out.
"Well, maybe I didn't disguise it because everyone looking at you not me with stupid pranks, maybe if you weren't such an idiotic buffoon, maybe if you did you wouldn't have to hide it and I distinctly remember they finding out about my family a year before my father and before they found out we just graduated," Snape growled.
"I tried to get away, I tried to deal with it, but the way dealt with it you kissed Voldemort's robes and got the dark mark, is that really the best way?" Sirius barked.
"No do you realise how regretful I am about that, I wish I never did, I lost Lily because of it," Snape said softly.
"I know, I am sorry to, I lost her and James but we still have Harry as much as you hate him we have to help him, so we should forget our differences until Harry is not around," Sirius said, "Harry?"
Silence, no one answered.
"It seems, Black, that he has gone."
Sirius scowled.
Harry was sitting in his bedroom on his bed, wondering why he had the life he was given and he knew the answer it was that he was a horrible murdering freak who didn't deserve to live so he got his and cut deeper than he ever had before, he was numb, he couldn't feel any pain, the blood was gushing out of his wrist, there was blood everywhere, then he gingerly put the blade in his heavily bleeding hand, then he cut awkwardly but deeply, darkness followed...
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I hope I did everything right and I want to ask if I get anything wrong about the words in Harry Potter please tell me, I hope I didn't do Harry's suicide to soon and I hope I did Sirius and Snape right. I don't know if I would feel comfortable calling Snape Severus as it feels just calling your least favourite teacher by his or hers first name, so if you're waiting for me to d that, don't hold your breathe, thank you for reading, an review harshness is welcome because I need I good laugh if you're this piece crap sucks don't write any more. That's fine you're untitled to your opinion even though I don't do that and I think it's pointless cause they isn't anyway you could improve your writing as just saying it's suck isn't going to help a lot xx
