Chapter 1

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Warning: There will be mentions of child abuse and other adult elements. There will also be some Dumbledore, and Ron bashing and a little bit of Mcgonnagall bashing, You've all been warned.

Chapter 1 The Dursley's

A young, clearly malnourished, ten, almost eleven, year old boy with glasses named Harry woke up with a start to a banging noise on the door to the cupboard he lived in.

"Freak, get out here freak! You need to start your chores and make is breakfast and do it quickly or will give you another beating!" screamed his Aunt Petunia, a nasty looking woman with a vicious look in her eye.

"Yes Aunt Petunia," he replied tiredly his body still aching all over and covered in a motley assortment of different colored bruises from a sickly bright yellow to blood-curdling pitch black, from the previous days beating.

Harry sat up, opened his cupboard door, and went to the kitchen to start cooking everyone's breakfast. He reached under the sink and grabbed the stepping stool, so he could reach the stovetop. He went to the drawer grabbed a pan, got bacon, eggs, and potatoes for hashbrowns, and started the coffee machine. Harry cracked the eggs and preceded to cook them. He quickly finished them and started on the bacon. He was almost finished when Dudley, a large, ugly, extremely overweight boy, nearly the size of a young hippo who despite his weight, was surprisingly strong, came running down the stairs and into the kitchen. "What are you doing freak?" he asked with a sneer.

"I'm cooking breakfast" Harry replied in a scared whisper.

" Well it looks like you dropped the bacon freak," Dudley said with a sneer grabbing the pan off the stove and throwing it at Harry.

"Ahh" screamed Harry in fear until he realized it hadn't hit him, but it was instead slowly floating to the ground avoiding his body and preventing the hot grease from burning him.

"Mum, Dad! The freak's doing his freakiness! He threw the bacon on the stove at me with his freakiness, but I jumped out of the way."

"Boy, you dare attack my son after we took you in, gave you food, clothed you, put a roof over your head, and you dare attack my son?" screamed Vernon Dursley running down the stairs angrily his belt in hand. "You freak I should kill you, if it weren't for your Aunt not wanting me to risk wasting my life on someone as worthless as a freak like you, I would have killed you years ago. You worthless freak. He screamed while pummeling Harry with his fists, his face purple with anger. He then grabbed Harry by his arm and threw him outside. "Finish the outside chores freak and maybe you'll get to eat next week. Vernon slammed the door shut and locked it.

The beaten and bruised pile of rags, covered in blood, that was Harry dragged itself slowly to the hose in the back yard and turned it own just a little and started to wash the blood off his face and the rest of his body. He slowly examined his wounds his body was covered in cuts and was already starting to bruise. He could feel his rib that was clearly broken and his arm, which was laying limp at his side, was probably broken too. He washed the blood off his face while his wounds started to clot. Harry painfully got up and squinted at the bright sun, Tomorrow was his birthday, he was going to be eleven. He knew that he wasn't going to get any presents though, freaks don't deserve presents.

He sat up and slowly walked to the front and started to weed Aunt Petunia's flower beds. He had been working for about half an hour and had gained many new cuts from the rather sharp rose bushes when he heard a loud pop. He stealthily glanced behind him and saw a pale white man in what looked like a long black dress, with shiny black hair that was shoulders length, a long crooked nose, and sallow cheeks, but it didn't make him ugly it seemed to fit him. Harry quickly realized he had begun to stare and turned back to the gardening. The dark man had looked so familiar he hoped he didn't notice him staring.

Snape apparated to Number Four, Private Drive, Little Whinging and the first thing he noticed was a small boy, maybe five weeding a garden and then staring at him. With a closer inspection, he realized that the boy had many of the signs of abuse. He then realized that this was also the house where the so-called "Boy who lived" lived. Could this clearly abused boy be Harry Potter, the son of the man who ruined his life? The son of James bloody Potter.

He walked towards the boy and in a smooth silky voice he asked: "Who are you, child?"

The boy for a second looked around in confusion and then realized it was him being addressed. "Me Sir I'm umm I'm Harry."

Yes, it confirmed his suspicion when the boy no when Harry looked at him he saw his eyes, his mother's eyes, Lily's eyes. "Harry, what has happened to you where did you get all of these cuts and bruises?" Snape questioned verily keeping his anger in check. Someone had dared to abuse the son of Lily, his Lily. Whoever did this would regret the day they were born he was going to make there lives a living hell. "Harry tell me who do you live with?"

"My Aunt Petunia and my Uncle Vernon."

"Take me to them now please," Snape commanded visually seething with anger.

"But Sir if I try to go in without finishing my chores for the day they will punish me again and lock me in my cupboard without food," Harry said while looking around in fear

"What!? You live in a cupboard!?" Snape hissed in anger.

"It's the only place a freak like me deserves to be."

"They live in this house, yes?"

Yes, the-" Harry started, but Snape had already made his way to the front door and slammed it open and entered the house.

"Bloody hell! Who do you think you are barging into my house?! I'm going to give you an old fashioned beat down!" roared Uncle Vernon swinging his fist at Snape.

"Petrificalas Totallisis" murmured Snape then slamming his wand into Vernon's throat growled, "If you ever threaten me again I will torture you, your wife and your son to insanity and then I will make you strangle them and then your self."

"Come, Harry, We are leaving," he commanded pulling Harry into his arms and apparating away.

"Another request from the Parkinsons, for a Marriage Contract with Draco." sighed the Aristocratic blond man with annoyance. "Why can't they understand we don't want Draco marrying their horse of a daughter?"

"Calm down Lucius, it's not like we have many options for him. Which of the 28 have daughters? The Bullstrodes, the Abbots, The Parkinsons, The Greengrass, and the Weasleys, but there are always some of the other purebloods, but there still aren't too many options."

"I know Narcissa, but we need to expand the Malfoy bloodline. We need Draco to have more than one child, you know how dangerous this is. The children become weaker every generation, we need fresh fertile blood in the Malfoy Family."

"The Weasleys may be blood traitors, but they are pure?"

"Yes, your right. As always. I will try to make amends with Arthur. And then befriend the whole family."