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Day 40 (Thurs)

Petunia hummed as she dusted, Harry sat locked in the cupboard under the stairs, still attempting to find some way that his precious knight could be put back together with the mediocre supplies he had to work with. This included no glue or even tape and a casted and very swollen hand. The sharp rap on the door made Harry jump and bang his head off the slanted roof, he had turned so that his feet now had more room, it beat his legs being crunched to cramping. He shifted around as quickly as possible to get a glimpse at who was at the door. It was the most interesting thing to happen in a while and he needed something to distract him from himself. By the time he righted himself Petunia was already at the front door and had already slammed it closed again.

He could not see her face, she was backing up towards him though, her hands shaky. Suddenly the door blew open like a gigantic foot had kicked it from the hinges. It blew off so hard that his aunt fell backward into the door of the cupboard, she quickly ran into the living room pointing, just pointing to where Harry was, her lips looked like they might be mumbling something incoherent or perhaps she was sobbing silently, he couldn't be sure. One thing was certain, someone had come for him.

It had to be a death eater, somehow after all this time they had managed to find him at last. The door was pulled but the locks held, they may look small and weak but his uncle had made sure they were strong enough to hold up against even his temper-tantrums. The pull came harder this time, and more suddenly but the locks held. Harry pressed himself against the opposite wall, unsure of what to do, trapped in a confined space with a broken arm, no wand and an eye nearly swollen shut the enemy more then had the advantage, fighting would be more comical than valiant. The door was silent and still for three breaths and then...

There was a shriek of bright light directly into his gaze, he brought his uninjured hand up to block the light but it was grabbed and roughly brought down. He did not fight it, if he was still alive then he wasn't about to be killed, a simple bambarda spell would have both effectively taken the door off and also killed or seriously wounded him so the visitor meant him no harm, yet.

It took moments for his eyes to adjust, the person knelt in front of him and when at last he could see, he gaped.
"Professor Snape?" His voice sounded hoarse not from lack of water, probably due to lack of speech but possibly and even more likely, from hurting his neck and throat.

He had never seen the look that was on Snapes face just then, he had never seen it on anyone and had no clue as to what it meant. He half expected it to morph into a sneer at any moment but could just as easily imagine it morphing into tears as well. Unsure of what to say or do he sat up more, corrected his clothes with his casted arm since Severes still had a hold of his good hand, and tried his best to pretend all was good. When he could not do that he looked down, he knew his face was all swollen and dirty, he hadn't been able to wash it at all.

Snape took Harry's face by the chin, "You are not being blamed for your parent's deaths." Of all the words to say, Harry would never have thought Snape would say those words, if anything Snape would believe the exact opposite.

Shocked Harry had to know, "But you always-" Suddenly there was a loud crack and Snape fell down, in his last conscious moments he ensured he did not harm Harry as he fell, instead, backwards to the ground. Petunia stood with a baseball bat in both hands ready to strike again if he so much as moved. Her face was pure shock and fear, her eyes stayed on Snapes back until she was sure he would not be waking up soon, then they slowly made their way to Harry and her expression changed dramatically, from fear and shock, to anger and murder.

"You called for help didn't you?" She screamed at him, then her eyes darted to his side and she stepped over the unconscious wizard and reached into the cupboard, Harry instinctively flinched but her hand went right by him and gabbed something much more precious to him, she pulled back his journal.
"This is it isn't it? This is how you informed them to come!" She accused

"No I swear I didn't call for help, I don't know why he's here." Harry said pleadingly. There was a small sound and thats all Petunia needed to jump back up and swiftly kick Snape right in the head. Without thinking Harry leapt forward and tackled her into the next room. Sadly the noise they heard was not that of Snape waking up, he had been awake and with the sense to hold still until the opportune moment before being kicked hard enough to nearly kill him. What they heard was Dudley stepping onto one of the potted plants in the front because he was too busy looking at his new phone and trying new gadgets on it.

Vernen opened the door to see an unconscious wizard on the ground, -he could recognize it by his wardrobe choice- But more importantly to him, to also see Harry currently attacking his wife, in three steps and he grabbed Harry by the back of his neck and threw him back into the ugly floral couch, Harry was grateful for the landing but he did not have much time to ponder it as Vernen flipped him over to face him almost an instant later, his fist held high and coming down to land on Harry's ear, he turned his head away, his ear rang painfully but at least it wasn't his nose. Before Vernen could do it again Petunia stopped him, her bony arms wrapping around his bigger arm.

"No! You can punish him later, right now we have to go, we have to leave. We don't know how many he called to come."
"You did that." Vernen said gesturing to professor Snape.
"No, I didn't, I have no idea why he's here." Harry said honestly.
Vernen grabbed him by the collar. "Ill deal with you later boy." He turned away. "Go upstairs and pack your things, all of you right now, Harry you'll help Dudley and then Petunia." As though receiving orders from the prime minister, they ran to it.

Half an hour later they were off in the car. Harry had looked to were Snape was last, in front of the closet but hadn't seen him, Vernen had moved him. He had no idea whether he was alright or not. Petunia had kicked him pretty hard, and that was after the bat, who knew how hard that was, it certainly had sounded hard.

While packing he had managed to fit his book in his shopping bag he had been allowed to bring. Dudley packed absolutely everything he owned and Petunia had three large bags herself so Harry was forced to have his bag on his lap, but at least he got to bring a bag. Vernen took out a bunch of cash from the bank and drove. It was much like that time before first year, he kept driving and mumbling, changing direction, even changing cars, he traded to a completely other car payed for in cash, transferred their stuff and drove on, and on. Morning turned to noon, noon turned to evening and then to night time, Dudley wailed he was starving to death, they hadn't stopped for food and none of them had any breakfast, since they were shopping for breakfast that morning.

Finally Vernen stopped at a restaurant, he parked the car and got out, but only so that he could turn around, "Not you boy, you'll stay here out of trouble and mind you Ill know if you try anything again!" He almost yelled the last part before departing, Petunia and Dudley were both standing at the door of the restaurant, they went in together and finally Harry could take out his journal and start writing

Day 39 or something

Sir Severus was in his room's, recouping from a recent battle when he recieved a mysterious visitor. This visitor was from King Dumbledore's land though whether he is friend or enemy Sir Severus did not know. This visitor rivals in creating unhappiness for Severes and yet claims he does not blame him for his mother's death. His advice created more questions than answered anything.

Being in love with Sir Severus' mother, and given his history with Sir Severus, he had assumed this visitor would be the first to point fingers or even avenge her death one day. At the very least verbally blame him outright as he had done through actions for so many years. This made no sense to Severus. Why had the visitor come? Before he could ask anything the Queen herself killed the visitor, or at the very least attempted to and then demanded they move, trade castles believing that the visitor was a sign of King Dumbledore's wrath King Vernane quaked in terror and had his entire court on the move.

Harry paused, there was nothing much to add, so much had happened but he had pretty much covered it. And just in time, he saw the Dursleys coming out and quickly stashed the journal back inside his bag. They came in and gave him a bag of left overs before driving off wordlessly. Dudley continued poking and pinching him but his mind went back to the day Aunt Petunia had told him of the true reason Snape hated him so much.

It had been last year and he had been very upset to see he had failed potions.

"Curse Snape, may he-" Realizing he wasn't alone he hadn't finished the thought.

Petunia looked at him with beedy eyes, "you're talking about Severes Snape? He teaches at that school, figures." She then told him, through taunts and rude phrases made throughout summer last year, his mother's story with Snape and his love for Lily. Harry knew Snape hated him, the reason why though, was now under more question than it had been a year ago when he had not known anything about Snape knowing his mother.


Snapes' POV is coming up and it will answer how he figured out the stories were real, why he was at the house, if he survived etc, I look forward to hearing from you, I worked really hard to ensure it all made sense, very few errors etc.

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