Petunia heaved a sigh of relief knowing that the freak was gone from her life for the next nine months. Although she was sad that she lost her servant, she watched as the Freak and Severus walked away. Petunia felt a single tear fall down her cheek, as the last memory of her sister walked away, she thought bitterly as she roughly swiped the loan tear from off her cheek. What is new even in the after-life Lilly still gets all that she wants, she has gone and yet her child gets the better life, a bitter laugh that sent chills down the spines of everyone near her.

From the distance she watched as Harry tensed hearing the laugh, she began to laugh, a happy laugh knowing that she destroyed what little happiness the boy was going to get in his life, after all anything to ruin, the girl who got everything. With one last glance, she shook off the feeling of guilt, after all the young boy deserved it. Petunia closed the door, forgetting about the young boy, with him finally gone they good finally be a family.

Meanwhile the small boy wobbled behind the professor, struggling to walk after his last beating. Severus turned too Harry, and yelled, "hurry up BOY, we don't have all day." Harry tensed waiting for the slap that never came.

Severus turned and rolled his eyes, at the boy, and yanked his arm, the small boy stumbling even more, as he fell landing on his hurt leg, Harry let out a silent scream, as a few tears fell down his cheek. Harry realized that his voice is gone he will never be able to speak again.

"What the hell is wrong with you boy, can't even stay on your own feet, needing to be dragged, Petunia is write what a FREAK, a good for nothing boy, just like his father, Lilly would be disappointed in the man that you have become, nothing but a disappointment." Snape Scratched at the fallen boy.

Harry struggled to stand, flinching as the words got louder and louder, the small boy wanted it all to stop but there was no way for it to stop. "Fine." Was all the potions master said as he let out a long-suffering sigh, as if it physically pained him to apparat to, Diagon Alley.

With a snap they both appeared. Harry stumbled, Snape rolled his eyes once again, yanking so hard a sickening pop could be heard through the uncomfortable silence, that surrounded the once quite town.

Heads snapped words the sound as all the surrounding people, looked on in horror, as they saw a boy who was bleeding from his throat, his eye, with sickening bruises covering the small boy's body, being dragged around like a rag doll, by Severus Snape.

A few people stepped forward in the hopes of helping the small boy, who looked like he could not be much older than 6 or 7, the years of abuse and starvation taking its toll, on the small child. Everyone who steeped forward froze in their step, at the cold glare, that Snape sent out. Many people had turned to their children, and grabbed them, making their leave, until someone let out a gasp. All heads turned to Hagrid, the grounds keeper at Hogwarts, "that small boy right there is Harry potter."

Murmurs and Whispers, hit the air, surrounding the area with a thick tension. "that small boy is Harry Potter," "can't be he was meant to save us all," "this is the end of us all."

Harry stood their right next to snape, scared and alone, and in pain, he felt his throat bleeding, his eye was throbbing, and he felt as though he was going to vomit. The small boy did not understand, why everyone knew who he was or where he was. Harry let in a sharp intake of breath as he pushed his arm back onto its socket. Beginning to move his arm with a loose soreness that always followed he hurt his arm.

Harry watched as any people said his name, the small boy stared at the area in wonder, he had never seen so many people who know who he is in one place. The small boy watched as everyone turned away from him, pulling away from him, rushing away from him as he just stared unblinkingly, periodically allowing his gaze to move through the crowd.

"Move, Freak." Harry heard the man who reminded him of his Uncle said to him, the small boy followed behind him silent as ever, not that the boy could talk.

"Lilly and that imbecilic father of yours…" Snape trailed on in distain, as his features hardened as he spat out, "James." The rest coming out as a hiss as if it physically pained him to speak of the word. "Left you money, but they paid for your schooling, the school has your key, well Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster of the school."

Harry said nothing to this but just kept his eyes forward, the only acknowledgement towards the cold-hearted potions professor was a slight blink, when Snape suddenly turned back with the seemingly high intention to strike the boy but stopped when he realized where he was.

With a simple swish of his want a wordless spell was spoken, and Harry was cleaned up and all the blook around his throat from the quick transportation were gone. Harry let out a small gasp, Harry began to panic, as the main reason his uncle beat him was because of magic.

Harry gasped like a fish gasping for water, when on land, his hands violently shook, as he tried to claw his way out of his body, a struggle within itself. Snape glanced down at the small child after the sharp intake of breath he heard, and just laughed at the boy's inability to get control.

"Stay still freak, you're embarrassing me." Hauling the small boy up by the back of his shirt in the way a cat moves their kitten. Instead of lightly placing down the small child, he threw him up and into the street. Snape walked around the small boy while he cried, leaving him painting, while everyone left. Alone once again.

Word Count 1044

I would like to apologize for the late upload of chapter 2, I will be uploading updates to this three times a week, I am thinking Monday Wednesday and Friday. Please let me know what you think or if you would like me to write for a particular fandom or trope, I enjoy writing so please just let me know. Anyways I hope you have enjoyed!