with a pounding in his head and his throat raw. He moved cautiously out of the fetimposition and laid on his back; stretching his stiff muscles.

After regaining the feeling in his limbs and joints, he slowly raised to his feet and steadily moved into the bathroom to find his home made fige postquam afficit ( a potion to cure hangovers). He located it bwhine the mirror and took one swing from it; it tasted of black liqurish.

He closed the mirror door and stared at himself in the mirror, shallow ivory skin, broken hooked nose, shoulder length raven black hair and eyes the colour of death; he was not attractive, yellowish teeth, yelloin tinted fingers.

Walking out of the bathroom once again hating for being sober, when he notice

d a pile of letter's on his bed and onto of the pile of letter's was a one single lily; if his heart wasn't already broken for losing Lily in his dream he now had to be reminded that he lost her.

"Witch..."

He walked over to the letters and rummage threw them, becoming frustrated when the envelope said Prince.

"I am sure this prince person won't care that I read their mail. After all it is in my chambers. He grabbed a letter off the top of the pile. The word Prince was written in green and shone brightly on the snow white pile.

My Dearest Prince

This is my seventh letter to you. I had another dream about you, it was a wonderful dream, no interruptions. You and I were dancing under the stars and you told me to go with you to the wizarding world, to live with you. I couldn't refuse anything you ask of me.

I am sorry for writing to you less than usual, but my captor hasn't allowed me to even look at a pen since he had seen what I had wrote to you last time. I cried for two whole days when he burned my love letter's to you. He burned them because the love in these letter's are meant only for you.

I know you will come for me.

Xoxo

Love Harry Potter

"Harry Potter is... is... alive?"

For the past six years the Wizarding World was told that their only hope, their hero was killed in a car crash Wizarding World was scared and frighten. The saviour was dead... the end of good, but as long as the World had Dumbledore than they would be safe.

He looked at the date when this was written to said Prince and noticed it was written six days ago.

"Six days ago? I can't understand... their was a letter from Vernon Dursley explaining that the boy was dead ... unless he lied? But why?"

He looked at the rest of the letter's and sighed knowing if was going to get any answers he was going to read all these letter's.

"My mother's surname is Prince... does that count? Probably not, but whatever."

52 letter's later he learned that Harry Pottrr was beaten, starved and even raped. His stomache turned and now, he wanted to kmow if the poor child had a friend. He walked into his private study and pulled a quill and partchment from his drawer and started to write a story for Harry.

Dearest Harry Potter

I know I should have replied to you sooner, but I just got your letter's. As soon as I can I will come for you and I won't ever let you go. Firguatively, because you have been kidnapped. I will protected you Harry.

I know how you feel. Lost and alone I know more than anyone. You always want to cry, your heart constanly holding onto a single thread for dear life. I will save you.

i promise

xoxo

Severus Snape aka Your prince

Dumbledore was a humble man, he sat in his office and ate lemon drops and drank green tea. As of lately the Order of Phoenix was dealing with the resent jail brake by Bella TrixLaStrange.

He took a deep sigh and looked out his window at the quiddich field. It seemed almost like yesterday watching James race around on his broomstick, Lily laughing at some joke that Sirius told her, Remus looking longingl at Sirius and Peter trying to out fly James.

James and Lily dead, Peter dead, Sirius and Remus are in America avoiding the war; not that he would blame them.

A knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts and he sipped some more tea.

"Come in."

Coming through the door was a very distressed Potions Master and he held what looked like letter's.

"Severus my boy, are you alright?" There was concern that laced his voice.

"No, I am livid. You will never believe this..."

He explained about the letter's and let Dumbdore read some of the letter's as Severus went on about the abuse and the lie Vernon Dursley told them.

Albus was getting angrier with each letter he read.

"Severus-"

"I have written a letter to Harry. I will win over his trust than bring him here to saftey." Severus sneered in detest about the letter's.

"I don't want anyone knowing about Harry. Understand?" Severus nodded his head. "Good. The moment he answers you go get him."

"Yes sir."

On his way back to the dongeon he could feel the tears well up in his eyes. For the first time in a long time he felt as if he had a reason to live.