- In The Dark -

Authores Ramble: The last chapter was pretty short, I'm planning on making up for it now. This is Snape, giving the Dursley's a piece of his pissed off mind. ;) It's from his POV. Thank you all of my reviewers, although I haven't got any for the last chapter since I published it for like.. 2 minutes ago. I thought that I should continue right away since the last one took so long to write. I'VE GOT 43 REVIEWS NOW. (I wrote the last part, when I had finsihed this chapter.) :P

Warnings: This story had been rated "M"for Language and Violence, It might also contain things such as; Cuttings. It's very Graphic and if you don't like blood and agony, then I advice you to leave now. Sorry. This story could at some times be very disturbing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. YeY! Some of you guys maybe saw that I wrote something about, 'trying to remember the capital of Cuba for a test'I GOT AN MVG (the highest grade in sweden) YEAAH! xD Anyways.. erm.. Don't sue.

(Extra Warning: This chapter contain graphic torture and blood.)

Chapter Four: Snapes Meeting With The Dursleys

He simply couldn't believe it. Stupid Weasley, who the hell did he think he was? Just because he wasn't a perfect little Gryffindor, it didn't mean that he didn't care. Snape sighed loudly as he stepped into his office, slamming the door shut with a loud thump. Those fucking muggles, Snape hated child abusers, memories of his own childhood went through his mind but he shock it off. Get rid of all you emotions, clear your mind, he told himself. He wasn't going to live through the hell that he had been put through for so many years.

Snape grabbed an vial from one of the shelfs behind his desk and threw it against the stone wall in fury, it shattered into a million pieces and the green liquid within slowly slid down the wall and dripped to the floor, smoke rose from the puddle and melted away in the air. The anger was impossible to get rid of, he needed to hit something, he needed to hurt someone, and he knew who those someones were.

Dumbledore would never allow it, he knew it, but he couldn't care less. Those people couldn't treat a child like that thinking that they would get away with it. Jail would not cut it, they had to suffer, like that poor boy had. Snape shuddered, had he just refered Potter as a 'poor boy'? He sat down behind his text and rubbed his temples, he was so confused. He had always hated Potter.. James Potter, because of who he was, he had everything, everything Snape wanted - Caring friends, he was popular, good-looking and he had loving family. They would do anything for their little boy, a spoiled brat, that was what he was according to Snape. He had been jealous of his family, he thought that Harry also was treated like a king at his relatives house. He had been wrong, he had misjudged him.

Snape stood up, he walked over to the fireplace in the other side of the room, he grabbed the small pot on the table right next to it. He grabbed a handfull of the floo powder in it and threw it into the dazzling fire. It turned into a beutiful green colour and sparked lively. Snape stepped into it, the flames licked his body, but it didn't hurt. It almost felt soothing as the green fire danced around him, the warmth surrounding him. He cleared his throat and said loud and clear:

"Privet Drive 2" The fire began to move faster and faster, it grew and soon it covered his entire body. Snape felt the warm sensation as the fire devoured him. He began to feel light and in a swirl he disappeared in a wave of flames. As soon as the man left the room, the fire settled down again and turned back into its natural orange colour.

The man wearing black stepped out of the big fireplace, he was standing i a cozy living room with wooden floor. On a red armchair there was a grey cat, sleeping peacefully. Snape scowled, he had never really liked cats, an older women stepped into the living room from the other side of the room, she was holding another cat close to her chest, looking down at it lovingly. Too concentrated on her cat the women didn't notice the man in the room. Snape cleared his throat, Mrs Figg started and lifted her head, she smiled slightly at the sight of the man.

"Hello Severus" She said, she bent down and put down the cat on the floor. She sat down at a matching red couch and gestured for Snape to do the same. She had always liked him, she trusted him like Dumbledore did.

"I wont be staying" Snape said. "I have some important buisness to take care of." Mrs Figg paled, she had of course heard of the abuse going on in the house not far from her own, the Order had contacted her an hour after they had found Harry. She had been so blind, why couldn't she have checked up on him? She was supposed to help him.

"Don't do anything rash" She warned, giving him a stern look. "We all want justice, but we'll have to let the police deal with it.."

"The police!" Snape cried. "Those incompotent muggles with steal wands they use to kill each other? No way, I want those people hurt. I want them dead" With that he left the house and walked out in the garden, Mrs Figg stared after him, knowing that nothing could stop the stubborn man.

Snape walked down the familiar street towards the house where the Dursleys lived, this time he didn't have to look for it, he had been here before and knew exactly where it was. He walked up to the porch and took a deep breath to try to control his fury as much as he possibly could. There would be suffering before the day ended, Snape knew it. He didn't bother to knock, he flung the door open and stepped inside of the perfect little house.

He could hear people talk from the kitchen but the voices ceased - they had heard him. Snape growled angrily, now they were going to pay. He stomped into the kitchen, where the Dursleys were sitting at the table, eating dinner. They all stared up at him, a lock of fear pasted on their pathetic faces. Snape raised his wand, with a flick of it, Petunia and Dudley flew against the wall and stuck there, like they were held back by invisible chains. The fat boy let out a squeak and began to struggle, but it was useless, he was not going anywhere.

Snape turned to Vernon, a cold look on his face that would scare of Voldemort himself. The fat man with no necks face turned into a nasty shade of purple and a vein in his forehead was throbbing visibly. He stood up, Snape was surprise of how stupid this man was, a muggle, what did he think that he could do to him? To answer his question, Vernons fist shoot out, aimed at Snape's face, but it stopped in mid-air. Snape smirked and flicked with his wand while muttering some words.

Vernon's fist dropped to the side and he stared at the wizard in shock, he had put up an shield around him, it was impossible for the fat man to even touch him. With another flick Vernon was frozen at the spot, he growled angrily and tried to move his feet, but it was like they had been glued to the floor or something. Snape turned back to Petunia and Dudley, who both cringed in freight.

"I usually don't hurt women and children" He growled. "But I want you to at least feel the pain your nephew felt. He was only a child, an innocent child."

"Bullshit" Vernon roared. "He was a freak and deserved everything he got. I swore that I would force the magic out of him.." A sick grin spread over his face. "And I even had some fun doing it." Snape growled angrily and pointed his wand at Vernon, he could not hold back the rage anymore.

"Crucio" He yelled. Vernon fell down to his knees still bound to the floor, screaming in agony. His body was shaking violently and he began to cry, he couldn't deal with the pain. Snape stared hungrily at the pathetic form of Vernon who dared to call himself a man. The tears made him even more furious, that pathetic muggle was crying, begging for mercy. He didn't deserve mercy, he deserved to suffer. Snape lifted the curse, he didn't want Vernon to go insane, that would be to get of easily, he wanted the torture to last.

"You'd do good to keep your fat mouth shut, filthy muggle."He growled. "You treated you nephew like a piece of shit! In our world Harry is an hero, you should worship him, crawl by his feet, you are not worthy of his company. That boy is one of the most respected wizards in the world and you shall pay."

He raised his wand and muttered something before anyone could react. A silver light burst out from the top and hit Vernon's exposed skin on his fat arm. He screamed in pain as the light lashed over him and left a deep cut. The thick blood prickled down his arms, to his hand down his fingers and slowly dripped to the floor without making a sound. Vernon sobbed as the blood kept staining the usually clean floor.

Snape used the same spell again, this time it hit the fat man right in the chest. His white t-shirt was ripped open by the spell and his shirt was stained with blood as another deep cut was created. Vernon screamed, held up his not damaged arm and tried in vain to stop the bleeding with his hand, the blood seeped through his fingers and dripped onto the floor, making small red spots. The other two Dursleys gasped loudy, Snape quickly turned around and pointed his wand at Petunia.

"YOU!" He roared. "You were supposed to protect him, he is your bloody nephew! YOU DON'T DESERVE THE NAME OF EVANS! Your sister was someone, you.. You are nothing." with a flick of Snape's wand and a few well chosen words Petunia began to shrink, hair began to grow on her entire body as she became smaller and smaller, her ears grew longer and her nose became sharper. Her clothes fell off as she was to small to fit in them, it looked like she had disappeared and there were only her clothes left on a messy pile on the floor, but something was moving below the blue shirt he had been wearing. A blond little mouse crawled away from under the clothes and ran towards the little cupboard under the stairs. Snape strode over to it and quickly gained on it, he lifted it by its tail and put it in an cookie jar, so she couldn't escape.

"One down, two to go" Snape muttered, Dudley whimpered as the mans gaze turned to him. "What to do about you then?" Dudley was shaking madly and stared down at his bleeding father, his breath was weak and came in small gasps. "Aaw, don't want me to do that to you to?" Dudley shook his head 'no' and shot Snape an pleading look.

"Like I said" Snape said between clenched teeth. "I don't hurt women and children.." Dudley glanced at the cookie jar and Snape laughed coldly. "I wouldn't count her as a 'women', no human being would do that to their own family, even I wouldn't do that to a child.. And I used to be a death eater, you have no idea of how many people I've tortured to death, I used to enjoy the screams.. Now I only hurt people, who really deserves it.." He took a step closer to the boy and pressed his wand against his chest.

"Crucio" Snapes eyes held a dangerous glint and Dudley screamed in agony, it didn't take long before tears of pain were streaming out if his red, puffy eyes. Snape lifted the curse and the boy fell limp down to the floor, unconscious from the pain. The man smirked evilly, and turned his attention back to the main target. Vernon was still on his knees, clutching his chest, he was breathing weakly and blood dripped down from his knuckles.

"By the time I'm done with you" Snape growled. "You'll know what real pain feels like." Vernon turned his head to look Snape in the eyes, his look pleading and broken. Snape once again hit him with the cruciatus curse, but lifted it only second later. He smiled evilly and Vernon whimpered weakly on the floor.

"Sucrubus" Snape hissed, his wand only a few inches from Vernon's bloody chest. He screamed louder then ever before and clutched his torn t-shirt.

"Hurts doesn't it?" Snape growled. "Feels like your skeleton is on fire? Like your muscles are exploading? Like your organs are collapsing? Like you body is being ripped apart? Because it will.. And you'll cry and you'll beg, beg me for mercy. Beg me to kill you, but I wont, and slowly.. slowly your body will collapse."

Vernon was shaking madly, still screaming in agony. He bent over and threw up on the blood stained floor. The scremings ceased as his lungs was filled with blood. He coughed up some of the red liquid and fell limp to the floor on his back. He could feel the blood flooding his body, his heart was aching and throbbing. Large cuts appeared on his body and the life drained out of his body.

Snape saw the man closing his eyes and smirked, he knew that Vernon was in insufferable pains. He could feel the mans life energy cease and knew that he had died. Satisfied with himself Snape left the little house at Prive drive, still grinning widely, he didn't even care that he had just used the cruciatus curse on a muggle child. If someone found out he would get sent to Azkaban at once.

He opened the door to Mrs Figg and stepped into the living room, the old lady had fallen asleep on the couch and one of the small cats had jumped onto her lap and were also sleeping quietly. He made his way over to the fireplace and grabbed some floo powder from his pocket, he knew that Mrs Figg didn't have any at her house so he had brought some extra. He threw it into the fire and it turned into that firce green colour. He stepped into the flames and said clearly:

"Hogwarts, Professor Snapes office" In a bright swirl the man disappeared from the peaceful house and appeared moments later in his office.

"You shouldn't have done that" Snape turned around and his face screwed up in anger as he met the gaze of the owner of the voice.