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Harry was sitting by his window, looking at photo album that Hagrid gave him. Turning his page to his friends, wondering what they are doing.
His snow-white owl started squawking, wanting to be let out of her tiny, cramped cage. "I can't let you out Hedwig, I am not allowed to use magic outside of school," the bird kept squawking, "besides if Uncle Vermon-"
"Harry Potter!" he hears his uncle shouting from downstairs.
Harry sighs, "Now you done it," he says annoyed.
He entered the kitchen where Aunt Petunia was decorating her cake. "He is in there, Vernon?"
Vernon was in the living room, fixing Dudley's tie. "I am warning you. If you can't control that bloody bird, it will have to go," he threatened.
"But she's bored," Harry says back, "if I can only let her out for an hour or two?"
Vernon looks over at him, not believing he just asked that, snorted, "So you can send secret messages to your freaky little friends? No sir," he turns Dudley to the mirror, straightening out his slobby tie.
"But I haven't had any messages. From any of my friends. Not one all summer, well except one of my teachers," Harry was at least grateful for that. Snape had clever ways to send him a message with or without an owl. Of course, Harry was the one who started writing to him first.
Dudley walked over to him, "Who wants to be friends with you?" he bumped him hard on the shoulder.
Vernon scratched his head, "I should think you'd be a little more grateful. We've raised you since you were a baby, given the food off our table, even let you have Dudley's second bedroom, purely out of the goodness of our hearts," he grabs the right side of his chest to show him.
Aunt Petunia bobbed Dudley's hand in the kitchen, "Not now, Bobkins. It's for when the Masons' arrive."
"Which should be any moment!" Vernon shouts from across the living the room. Motioning to everyone to please follow him, so that they can get ready for their guests to arrive. "Now let's go over are schedule once again, shall we? Petunia, when the Masons arrive, you will be…?"
"In the lounge, welcoming them graciously to our home."
"Good and Dudley you will be?" Vernon smiles over at him.
"I'll be waiting to open the door."
"Excellent," they turn to Harry, "and you?"
"I will be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending that I don't exist," Harry says back with an aching heart.
"Too right, you will. With any luck, this could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career, and you will not mess it up."
The room became a little darker and colder as Harry nodded his head. Wanting to hex them but thought better of it as he gulps down his anger.
Xxxxxxx
The doorbell rang and as Harry went back upstairs. "Mr. and Mrs. Mason, welcome…"
He opened his bedroom and inside was a small creature, jumping up and down on his bed, with long ears.
"Harry Potter," the creature checked him out from head to toe, "such an honor it is," he bows his head at him.
Harry gaped at it, slowly closing his door. Once he closed it he asked, "Who are you?"
"Dobby, sir. Dobby the house elf," the elf introduced himself, smiling over at Harry, his hero.
"Not to be rude or anything, but this isn't a great time for me to have a house elf in my bedroom," Harry wanted him gone, not wanting to have any magical folks in his muggle life right now.
Dobby totally understands that "Yes, sir, Dobby understands. It's just that Dobby has come to tell you…It is difficult sir. Dobby wonders where to begin."
"Why don't you sit down?" Harry suggested.
Dobby was taken back by that, "Sit-sit down?" Dobby starts welling up with tears, sobbing his eyes out.
"Dobby shush, I am sorry, I didn't mean to offend you or anything."
"Offend Dobby?" he stops crying, "Dobby has heard of your greatness sir, but never has he been asked to sit down by a wizard…" he was touched by this, "like an equal," he is says in a quiet tone.
"You can't have met many decent wizards, then."
"No, I haven't," Dobby agreed, then realized his mistake, "that was an awful thing to say." He starts banging his head on a dresser, "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby"
"Stop Dobby!" Dobby keeps banging his head on the wood, "Dobby please stop!"
The banging echoed downstairs where Vernon was pouring his guest a glass of champagne. They looked up at the noise. "Don't mind that. It's just the cat." His guests weren't buying it, looking at him strangely.
Upstairs- Harry looked frantic at the door, seeing if anyone will come in here with the noise going on in his bedroom, "Stop Dobby…please be quiet," he said in a low voice. Dobby stops, starting to get dizzy from banging his head to many times. "Are you all, right?"
"Dobby had to punish himself, sir…" he pushes the stool near the desk closer to the bed, "Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, sir."
"Your family?" Harry sits down on his bed.
"The wizard family Dobby serves, sir," Dobby explains carefully, "Dobby is bound to serve one family forever. If they ever knew Dobby was here…ooh!" Harry was still confused on why there is a house elf in his bedroom. "But Dobby had to come. Dobby must protect Harry Potter. To warn him," he quietly whispered, "Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year. There is a plot to make most terrible things happen."
"What terrible things?" Harry wondered, not knowing what's going on at all, "Who is plotting them?"
"Oh…he can't…say!" Dobby holds his head in shame.
Dobby sees a lamp, getting on top of Harry's desk, picking it up. "Okay, I understand. You can't say." He started banging his head again. "Dobby!" bang, bang, "Dobby, put the lamp down."
Downstairs Uncle Vernon tells a joke or least trying to, till he was interrupted by something going on upstairs, he had enough!
Upstairs- "Give me the lamp!" Harry tries grabbing it from him. There was noise coming from the stairs, "Dobby, stop!" Harry uses his strength to get Dobby to let go. Once he did; Harry grabs him by his clothed clothes and throws into his wardrobe. Letting him stay in there and be quiet.
Uncle Vernon comes in, all big and angry, "What the devil are you doing up here?"
"I was just—" Harry looks at his wardrobe being partly opened, he closes it.
"You just ruined the punchline of my Japanese-golfer joke."
"Sorry," closes the wardrobe again. Uncle Vernon was getting annoyed with the cupboard keep getting slammed.
"One more sound and you wish you never been born, boy," he stuck a finger in the air. Gearing over to the wardrobe, "and fix that door!"
"Yes, sir." Harry opens the cupboard after his uncle left, letting Dobby out. Dobby was happy to be let out from the stuffy wardrobe, "See why I have to go back? I don't belong here. I belong in your world, at Hogwarts," Dobby gets a sock off his ear, smelling it, seeing if it was clean. "It's the only place I've got friends."
"Friends who don't even write to even write to Harry Potter?" Dobby wondered.
"Well, I expect they've been…hang on. How did you know my friends haven't been writing to me?"
Dobby realized what he just asked, slowly taking out the letters that he has been hiding, "Harry Potter mustn't be angry with Dobby. Dobby hoped. If Harry Potter thought his friends had forgotten him…" Dobby takes out the letters from his rags, "Harry Potter might not want to come back to school, sir."
"Give me those…now," luckily, he didn't steal any of Snape's letters.
"No!" Dobby shouts, putting the letters back where they were before. Running out of the room; Harry runs after him, trying to stop him. Dobby hits his head on the wall while jumping down from the steps. Heading to the kitchen where his aunt's cake was at. Harry Potter told Dobby to get back here. The elf shook his head, snapping his fingers. The cake went up in the air.
"Dobby…please no," Harry pleaded.
"Harry Potter, must say he's not going back to school."
"I can't. Hogwarts is my home," the young wizard, argued back.
"Then Dobby must do it, sir, for Harry Potter's own good," the elf snaps again. The cake moved, Harry gets over to it, trying to grab it. It moved closer to the guests while Vernon was telling another joke. Harry tries reaching for it, his aunt, uncle, and Dudley noticed what was going on, being confused at Potter's action. Dobby snaps his fingers again; the cake falls onto the wife. Making a big mess on her hair and clothes.
"I am so sorry," Uncle Vernon said, trying hold back fake tears as he winces, "It's my nephew he is very disturbed, meeting strangers upsets him. That's why I kept him upstairs."
Harry shakes his head at Dobby, Dobby felt bad doing this, but it was for his own good. Disappearing with a snap.
The next day Uncle Vernon shuts Harry in his room, locking his door and putting bars on his window. "You're never going back to that bloody school. You're never going to see those freaky friends of yours again, never!"
Nightfall came once again, Harry was stuck all day in his room, with only having access to the bathroom and the shower three times during the day, for 10 minutes before being locked up again. With no access to food or water.
As Harry was asleep. The doorbell rang downstairs. He got confused looking at the time as he puts his glasses on. Hearing Uncle Vernon opening his bedroom, wondering who could be at his door at this time of night.
"Who are you?" Vernon says downstairs, "are you one of his freaky teachers?"
Harry gets up, listening at his door, 'It's one of my teachers?" hearing footsteps coming upstairs.
"How dare you just enter someone else's home!" Vernon shouts at who ever came into the house.
There was a sudden rattle at his door, Harry moved away as it was opened. Seeing a dark figure in his room, "Professor Snape?" Harry gaped at this, "what are doing here?"
"Dumbledore asked me to get you," Snape said through his clenched teeth, "get your things," he looked around the room, realizing how Harry has been living, looking over at Lily's sister, giving her a death glare. Petunia gulped, remembering him.
"He will not be going; he is going to stay right here!" Vernon says, pointing his finger at the floor.
Snape turns to the husband of Petunia's, getting his wand, pointing it at his face, "What was that? I could not quite hear you," he hissed. Turning back to Harry, "what you waiting for Potter?"
Harry nodded, getting his trunk ready as his teacher dealt with the Dursley's. Dudley was inside Petunia's arms, frightened by the dark wizard. More so, than Hagrid. Snape walked over to Harry.
"What are you doing here Severus?" Petunia said, "thought we got rid of you, after Lily died."
Harry gaped at his aunt, peering over at his teacher. Snape blinked his pain away, looking at Petunia, "You are sadly mistaken, if you think…" Snape looked over at Potter, "continue packing," Harry nodded, doing as he was told. His teacher looked back over at his aunt, "we will take it from here, you and your husband, get out of my sight," his eyes grew dark, the air getting colder.
Harry put a hand on Snape, to calm him down, "You best go Aunt Petunia?" he suggested.
"Be out of here in an hour," she said, walking away, "else I will call the police on your freak over there."
Harry nodded, closing his bedroom door, turning to Snape. He watched as the wizard checked his figure out, "I see you developed puberty early," black orbs went to green.
Harry looked down at himself, embarrassed at his teacher mentioning how his preteen body is developing. He cleared his throat, continuing to pack his things.
Getting his belongings downstairs along with Hedwig; Harry took one last look around the Dursley's house before leaving them behind for the year. Snape followed right behind him, closing the front door.
They set out into the light filled streets. Snape was furious with Petunia. 'How dare she do this to Lily's child!'
Harry thought of what to stay, it was to quiet among them. "So, professor…how was your summer?" he decided to start with that.
Snape looked over at his student, "It was quiet. Nothing much to tell."
Harry remembered the letters his professor send him. They were mostly about what potions he was brewing, ingredients on which he is using and to remember them heading back to Hogwarts. 'He didn't really talk about himself,' Harry eyed him, "Aunt Petunia does not like you, does she?" he decided to try a different subject.
Snape said a spell for Hedwig, that way Potter didn't have to drag her with him. The bird disappeared, "Sent her to the destination you are heading to," he explained, "to answer your question, no, although I am not much fond of her either." That wasn't the answer Harry was looking for. "In fact, I despise her. Always have," now that was more like it.
"Because of my mom?" Snape looked at the ground, giving a slight nod. "So, Dumbledore asked you to come get me?"
His professor looked over at him, "He did. Why was your window bared?"
"Oh, um that happened because of a certain household elf who showed up in my bedroom. Warning me about some plot at Hogwarts and to not come back this year. So, he tried getting me in trouble for me not to return."
"Ah, so that is how it is," 'A plot?' Snape will investigate that, when he gets back to Hogwarts. "House elf?"
Harry nodded, "Yeah, named Dobby," Snape gaped at that, "you know him?"
Snape left that question for another time, right now it is time to bring Harry to Hogwarts bringing him over to a photo booth. Instructing his student to hold onto him. Harry obeyed, feeling a flush creeping over his cheeks as gripped his teacher's arm. Being instructed to hold on tight. As he picks up the phone, dialing the numbers. Harry gapped at this as the photobooth lifted in the air. Snape eyed Potter, seeing his gaping face at how they were, looking over the buildings, he sneered at that, feeling amused. "Won't anybody see us, up here?" Harry wondered, looking over at his professor.
"No, since it is the middle of the night." Snape leaned against the window; arms crossed.
Harry walked over, giving him a hug, which made his professor gasp in surprise, 'Missed this scent of his.' He lets go of him, looking up at Snape, "How you been sir? You haven't talked much about yourself this Summer."
Snape turned over to the window, "It has been...challenging, after you guys left, we had to clean up the basement."
'Isn't that Filches job?' Harry wondered to himself. It was quite a mess down there, maybe he needed extra hands.
Around 1:00 am- They arrived at their destination. Getting out of the photobooth near the castle, they walked over to the front door. Harry was about to walk over to the stairs, when he turned to Snape, "thank you for bringing me, sir, would you care to join me in the common room?" Snape looked over at him, surprised. Harry scratched the back of his neck, "I understand if you have other things to do though." Harry looked at the ground, not wanting to be alone up there, knowing that no one, but him is there.
"I suppose so."
Harry was shocked at his reply, ushering him over to the stairs, walking up with his teacher, "It is different without students around," Snape agreed with that, "am I only one here?"
"No, but you are the only one in the Gryffindor section, there other students here who also have hardships at home."
Harry looked down at the steps, "I don't count that place as my home, in fact I count this place as one," Snape noticed how skinny Harry was, 'Are they starving him?' he also noticed how chapped his lips were. 'Perhaps denying access to water?'
"Maybe we should go back down and get you something to eat?" Harry was all right with that, even when it past midnight, "for this once we can eat in my office." His student was surprised about that, touched that Snape wanted to eat dinner with him. Harry no complains about that.
Harry waited in Snape's office, while he went to fetch the food. Ordering it from the main kitchen. Harry wanted pasta, with tomato sauce and shredded white cheese. While his teacher ordered some salmon with garlic and lemon. On the side they both had some steamed broccoli.
Snape was amused at how fast Harry was eating, "You know there is no need to rush," his student nodded as he watches his professor eat elegantly. Harry looked at his plate, he was starving, Not being able to eat for a day.
"Forgive me sir, but I can't eat slow today," he realized something, he is eating dinner with Snape, alone with no one else there, he should cherish that, "you are right sir," trying to slow his eating down, "I will slow down." He peered over at his plate, "How is your fish?"
"Quite delightful."
"Thank you for doing this for me," Harry said softly, "guess you were concerned about my well-being?"
Snape waited till he swallowed his food, to answer, cupping his mouth as he chewed, "I was concerned for your mother, knowing what she would say."
'Still into my mother huh?' he pushed his food away, getting up, going over to Snape. His professor watches his student standing beside him, 'I want him to only look at me, to see me, think of me.' "Last year, I made a deal with you, on forgetting about my mother, do you remember that?"
Snape finished his plate, "How can I not remember that?" putting the plates on his desk, to clean up later, turning back to Harry.
"Well, I will make another deal with you, this year I will help you forget about her completely," he walked up to Snape, giving him a hug, "I am sorry you have been hurting all these years because of her," he let go, his professor looked down at the floor, "why don't we start while school is still out?"
Snape brought the dishes back to the kitchen, before heading up to the Gryffindor common room with his student. 'Wonder what he has in my mind on helping me out?' Harry said the password, the fat lady was surprised to see Severus there. The last time he been there was last year, and before that with Lily. When they got into the common area, Harry asked Snape to sit on one of the sofas. Severus felt awkward being here, remembering this fireplace being there since Lily and Severus had spend time together here, well when Snape was able sneak in that is. Harry noticed his easiness, as he sat on the same sofa, Lily and him sat on, "Something wrong professor?"
Snape kept his eyes at the fire, "Your mother and I spend some time here," Harry gaped at that, going over to him, sitting down beside his teacher. Leaning his head on his shoulder, "Will a distraction help you out?" he looked up at Harry, "here, let us try it sir. Thank you for saving me back there," his student lets go, "They bared my window and locked my bedroom door, all because an elf made a cake fall on top of my uncle's boss."
Snape was surprised by that, imaginating a cake falling on someone, "So you said a house elf named Dobby came to see you?"
"Yes, it was quite annoying since he was making a ruckus. And then in the end telling me not go to Hogwarts."
"Did he say why you shouldn't go?"
Harry shrugged, shaking his head, "I know he took my friends' letters that were send over to me this summer, except yours, since you found another way to send them. He twas hoping that if I thought my friends haven't been writing to me, I wouldn't come back to school," he leaned back, snorting at that, "He did say that there would be a terrible plot happening here," he looked back at a worried Snape, "are you worried now?"
Snape got up from the sofa, "I probably should head back to my chambers."
Harry inwardly pouted at this wanting him to stay a bit longer, "Alright then, sir have a good night, thank you for dinner, you saved me there," he gets up himself, walking his teacher over to the door, opening it for him.
"Tomorrow, we go shopping at Diagon Ally for your textbook," he says before leaving. Harry watches him walk downstairs. Before shutting the door, sliding down against the wood, feeling grateful on being rescued. If he sees that blasted elf again, he will make sure to thank him too. He thought of something, 'How does Snape know to get me?' perhaps Dumbledore was worried about him, but, if he was worried, then he would have gotten him instead or he would have had Hagrid get Harry once again, he didn't think Dumbledore would call on Snape. He gets up realizing, 'Don't tell me, he got me on his own accord?' He did tell his potion master about his home life, getting denied on food and at times even water. Constantly getting locked in his room. He snorted, 'Snape wouldn't have done that, would he?' he turned to the door about to reach the doorknob, then remembered it was past midnight, he looked over at the clock. Turning to his corridors instead