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"Now what are we going to do with the FREAK ?"

"Vernon, he's just a baby. Besides, you've read the letter...he needs to be here for the protection we can offer him."

"And you think I care about that disgusting freak and his kind Petunia?

"But he's just a baby! He's not blame for anything."

"Don't freaks have nurseries or orphanages where to leave their bastards?"

"I... I don't know. He's my sister's son and he's still a baby, he's only a year and a bit older. Vernon, we can't leave him on the street."

"I don't know how, knowing what your sister did to you, you still want us to give him a place in our house."

"Look on the bright side, do it as a favor to my sister."

"He will never get a room, he doesn't deserve to be treated as more than what he is...a freak , when he is old enough to do something good for himself he will have to get his own bread, I won't give him anything and neither will you, I forbid it. I don't want this little freak to infect my Duddly "

" It will be as you want , just please ..."

"ALL RIGHT, WOMAN . THROW HIM IN THE CUPBOARD UNDER THE STAIRS, HE WON'T HAVE ANY OTHER SPACE."

*slap*

"Vernon, please.."

"That'll teach you to have no sympathy for those freaks. THAT YOU DON'T SEE THAT THEY KILLED YOUR SISTER...EVEN THOUGH YOUR SISTER WAS JUST ANOTHER FILTHY WITCH WHO ONLY DESERVED TO DIE!"

" DON'T SAY THAT!"

Vernon grabbed Petunia by the hair as he dragged her into the living room , where little Harry was sleeping in the basket where Hagrid and Dumbledore had put him outside Privet Drive."

"Look at him woman!, I hope it serves as a reminder to you for all that he has caused."

Vernon pushed her towards Harry, causing the woman to fall to her knees in front of the makeshift cradle that still had the letter on the little body."

Years later :

Severus didn't really hate children, he actually hated not being a part of it. There were nights when while the fire in his fireplace crackled, he could only think about what Lily had told him... he actually felt sad and bad at the same time for not having been able to have a child with her, now he would have no one. Who was going to notice him? He was a spy, and he longed that if he had a family, they could enjoy the great fields of his cottage as he had done with Lily in his past. Those were perfect times.

He didn't want to feel self pity and when no one saw him he appreciated feeling the gentle breeze, the morning dew and breathing the fresh air that the English fields of Hogwarts offered, in the end he always returned to what had been his home and only sometimes he could smile, only sometimes he could forget everything.

He did not know how else to express his frustration, he felt abandoned and accompanied at the same time, he was happy to be home and sad because home did not always mean home, he felt sadness for the son he never had with Lily, for the hours not shared, for the stolen hours, for the lies told, for the moments that did not mean forever and ever, always. The war had taken everything away and now he was an empty shell . The children reminded him of that perfect childhood he didn't have, the joy of going to Hogwarts, the magic, the mystery, the surprise and the unknown. They also reminded him of friendship and sincere feelings. He only found release strangely in being a hard man and pretending things he really wasn't , if it is true that he had to toughen up and be as they called him "the greasy bat of the dungeons" . He was nothing of the sort, but he had to look the part. Many of his pupils were children of death eaters , and he had to take care of appearances.

Every shout he gave to his students was a cry for help from within. Every bad gesture he made to his students, was only the expression of his inner self, remembering his father who disapproved of everything, he could never please no matter how perfect he tried to be. All that and more Dumbledore and Severus knew perfectly well. Dumbledore was trying to keep Severus focused on something, he knew that if he gave him more free rein to his thoughts, the man in black could make decisions that were not wise. Snape could only get to the dungeons, get drunk and cry, it was the only thing he knew how to do these days, he cried because he knew that nothing would be like before and he knew that with his attitude he only managed to hurt the other children, no one deserved that, but it was his own hell.

2 years later- Privet Drive (Harry 4 years old) :

"No ! give it to me, it's not yours , please Duddley ! Aunt petunia is going to scold me if I touch it "

" That's what I want ! I want my daddy to beat you, like the freak you are !"

"Duddley, it's a very expensive vase, please !"

Duddley ran off and watched as Harry who was much smaller tried to run down the stairs to follow him, but it was too late. Duddley ran through the living room and threw the vase into the courtyard, making the clatter sound throughout the house .

"THAT DAMNED FREAK IS GOING TO HEAR FOR ME! "

"What happened? Duddley? Harry?" Petunia asked as she came out of her room . Seeing Harry crying over the vase pieces, she knew the boy hadn't done it. He never touched it and always asked his aunt to clean it and not him , he couldn't even carry that vase ... her mother sense knew Duddley had done it . Petunia ran into the courtyard to try to lift Harry and mainly stand in the way of her husband who was furious at the top of his voice.

"Duddley, get in the house and go up to your room."

"Get off! I'm going to teach that brat the value of things. If he doesn't learn by leaving him several weeks without food, he'll learn by beating!"

"You won't do anything to him, I know perfectly well he didn't cause it."

"Are you telling me my Duddley did it? He couldn't do such a thing."

Duddley just exchanged glances with Harry and chuckled slyly as he went up to his room contentedly.

Vernon shoved Petunia and punched his wife in the face. The toxic relationship had started before Duddley was born and it was just a noxious circle of violence."

"Don't do it please" Petunia cried, as she watched Vernon grab Harry by one leg and drag him over the pieces of broken china into the garden of the house."

"Dude please! I swear I didn't do it, I didn't do it!"

"DON'T LIE YOU FREAK... YOUR PARENTS DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO LIE EITHER AND NOW THEY'RE DEAD!"

*KICK *

After two hours of treating Harry like a punching bag and without much thought , Vernon took a bleeding and unconscious Harry and tied him by his hands together to a small but strong bush they had in the yard . He tied a knot so tight that even he doubted he could untie it and simply smiled at his actions. He slowly walked into the house as the rain started and he knew it would not stop until the next day, closed the garden door, turned off the lights and went upstairs to his room to say good night to his beloved son.

He opened the door to his room and saw petunia sobbing lightly on the bed .

"Pet, you know I had to do it, don't you?"

"I...don't ever touch me again ."

"Petunia , you know I had to hit you , it was for your sake dear . Sometimes you don't listen to me and you need someone to put you in your place, ok?"

"Where is he?"

"Shhh, go to sleep, the freak is sleeping, he's learned his lesson."

"He needs a real family, not this..."

"Listen to me petunia , we will never be and should never be a family for that kind of freak . Remember everything I do is for your sake , for Duddley's sake and mine , for us , I love you . Happy night" So Vernon Dursley turned out the light in his room and left Petunia in a sea of confused thoughts as sleep called to him.