Ok I rewrote this chapter. I added a little more, because I looked back at what I wrote originally. It was so crap. Therefore, I did this. I hope you enjoy. *Evil smile*
Harry Potter and the Pissed Off P.M.
Chapter 6:
What is normal, anyways?
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley and their son Dudley were not as normal as they would like to be. No, they tried their best, they really did, but no matter how hard they tried, their neighbors thought them everything but normal.
Grass to clean cut, to perfect, roses that bloomed perfectly every year and the house was too clean to be normal. Looking at number four, Privet Drive , would make many people believe in magic.
About the only thing that was normal at number four, was the sales man dress in black, knocking at the door. Smiling for the large, pig of a man that opened the door, the sales man gave him a card. "Hello, my name is Hans Gruber. I am the director of the German drill company Drunnings. I am sorry to call upon you at home, is this a bad time?"
Wiping his sweaty hand on his paints Vernon smiled for a dark eyed German, gesturing into his home. "By all means sir, come in, come in."
"Thank you, sir." Steeping in to the too perfect home, Hans smiled with an almost evil glint in his shadowed eyes.
"May I take your coat and hat, sir?" Vernon beamed down at his polite son. Hans razed a brow but nodded to the little Vernon .
As Dudley left to put the hat and jacket on the rack and Vernon turned to yell at his wife to get refreshments, both of them missed the long black tail and the cat ears poking out of the mans midnight hair. Turning to Hans, Vernon found a long dark wand pointed between his eyes.
"Now, Mister Dursley I'm going to ask real nice." Hans the wizard gestured to the couch, hissing, "Sit."
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Cynnus with the rest of his class, jumped as the door swept open and in came Severus, (tail waving dangerously behind him) holding a cage with three white mice. The class sat extremely still; they were used to seeing Cynnus smile, but not Snape. Any false move and they were sure they would end up in the hospital wing.
"What can I do for you brother?" Cynnus asked eyeing his brother cautiously.
Severus winked and sat the cage on his desk, turning to his class; he spoke in a low whisper. "I have brought you these rodents." He gestured to the mice. "You will use them for your potion testing, especially you Mister Longbottum." With a quick nod to his brother, Severus left the room like an over grown bat.
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Pacing back and forth in front of his large black marble hearth, a man that simply radiated power, pondered on his next move. His red eyes swept over the room, brushing a lock of black hair from his pale face, You-know-who addressed a small amount of his Death Eaters. "I have just heard intrusting news." He told the white masked figures. "It seams that Harry Potter is a child again." Stopping he turned to them. "Malfoy!"
Standing up from the sea of black, Lucius said, "My lord."
"Why my, oh so faithful Death Eater, did you not inform me of this? Surly your son would have told you something."
"Nothing, my lord." Malfoy bowed.
"Congratulations, Lucius." Voldemort voice dripped with sarcasm. "You have successfully bred a traitor." He paused letting those words sink in before he pointed his wand saying, "Crucio!"
"Crabbe!" Bellowed Voldemort, not paying any mind to the shrieking, withering Lucius. "Tell your son that I am proud to have him in my family."
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Some where in the dungeons of Hogwarts, the safest place to be away from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Harry Potter, The-boy-who-lived woke up in a blind fright, screaming.
Severus woke with a start, racing out of his room he ended up in Harry's; holding on to the teen turned three. "Shhh, it's ok." Severus rocked Harry gently, letting the boy cry.
"Damn it! Snape!" Came a thunderous knock on the portrait of Snape's quarters. "What did you do to my Godson?!"
"Will you desist?" Snapped the young man in the painting. "Hello, Headmaster."
Sirius stopped his movements and stiffened. "Let us in, young potion master." Albus said to the nameless man.
The portrait opened and Sirius rushed to his Godson and stopped as he watched Snape rock back and forth trying to comfort the small boy. "Harry." Sirius whispered.
Harry looked up and flew out of Severus arms and into his Godfathers. Feeling hurt by the boys' action, Snape elegantly razed from the bed and walked out of the room, not listening to the small voice calling him back.
"You heard him scream." Severus eyed the Headmaster.
"The whole — bloody school heard — him!" Draco panted holding his tossing stomach. "Godfather?" Draco watched as Severus walked past with a blank exasperation.
"Severus?" Putting his hand on his shoulder, Cynnus stopped his brother. "What's wrong?"
Fire in Severus eyes lit brightly as he pushed Cynnus against the wall. "He doesn't need me when he has all of you!" Sweeping past, the potion master made his way down the hall and out of sight.
The Headmaster, Cynnus and Draco did not go after him. They all knew there was no way to get him to comeback when he was in this mood. So instead, they watched from the doorway as Sirius tried to calm Harry down. "Why doesn't he like me?"
It surprised everyone at who answered Harry's question. "He doesn't hate you." Sirius cooed. "Snape just hates himself. Not you, never you. Snape just doesn't know how to show it, and sometimes he does with out realizing it."
"I like him too." Harry sniffled in his Godfathers robes.
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Now in their new home, three mice watched as their captor stomped into the room with a smile creature behind him, holding three plates of food. Severus pointed his wand at the mice and watched as they turned back into the Dursleys. "Eat." He hissed to them as the house elf placed the plates on the desk. "You have one hour before the spell turns you back."
Slamming the door as he walked out of his privet office, Severus stood nose to nose with Albus Dumbledore. "I was beginning to wander what happened to the Dursleys." The twinkle in his eyes where on vacation at the moment. "Come with me Severus. We have much to talk about."
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A man clad in black and a white mask bowed before his master. "The home was empty, my lord."
Setting in this dark throne, Voldemort pinched the bridge of his nose. "Damn you, Albus." He whispered. Lifting his head, he spoke to his Death Eater. "I'm tired of playing games. The fool of an old man takes away the Dursleys and we shall take his Golden Child, once and for all." The Death Eater stood and turned to leave, but stopped at his master's voice. "And Severus, do not disappoint me again."