A/N: Hello again everyone! It seems I sure am updating fast ;), must be
because it's the weekend and I have nothing better to do this morning. Any
who, this first two or three chapters (haven't decided yet) are going to be
in, let's say Harry2 reality, which means the one where Snape adopts him.
Harry1 reality is the cannon reality, so enough of my insane ramblings. On
with the fic!
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Last time . . ..
"Alohamora"
The locked cupboard opened with a click and the cupboard door slowly swung open to reveal . . ..
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Chapter Two
Finding Harry
By Rogue Enchantress
A small boy. The boy was huddled in the far corner of the cupboard, and was by all appearances asleep. He was wearing large cloths that didn't fit his small frame at all. Snape cringed as he noticed that the boy's skin was littered with multi-colored bruises. His breathe was coming slow and raggedly and he looked as if he was sweating. Snape moved in closer and felt the boy's forehead. It was burning hot.
"Potter?" No response. Snape tried again. "Potter, can you hear me? Potter?" Snape shook the boy's shoulder and a low moaning sound was heard coming from the boy. Bright emerald eyes met obsidian black and the green ones widened considerably as they took in the appearance of the obsidian eye's owner. Snape still had his hand on the boy's shoulder, and he noticed that Potter tensed and sat rigidly while staring at him. He removed his had and Potter relaxed slightly, but there was still that frightened look in his emerald eyes.
"Pot-, Harry, my name is Severus Snape, and I am a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Do you know what that is?" asked Snape. Harry shook his head. Snape sighed and muttered to himself. "Of course not, not with that bastard muggle as your guardian." Snape held out his hand to Harry.
"Come on Harry, I'm here to take you away for these . . . people," Snape soothingly said to the scared little boy, "You don't want to stay here, do you?" Harry shook his head vigorously and Snape leaned over and picked the boy up. Snape noted that Harry was far too light for a four year old. He casually stepped over the unconscious body of Vernon Dursley again and made his way to the edge of the apparation wards. There, they apparated to Hogsmeade.
Harry cuddled closer to his savior as they made their way to the castle. For the first time in a long time, Harry felt safe. He fell asleep in the folds of the black cloak, which was wrapped around him, about half way to the castle. Snape looked down at the small boy he was carrying in his arms. A feeling was stirring in his heart as he looked upon the sleeping boy's face. A feeling that he couldn't identify, but it made him want to protect the small thing.
They reached the castle doors right when the sun was setting. Snape swooped down the halls, going at a small jog towards the hospital wing. He just hopped Poppy hadn't already left. He really didn't feel up to a visit to St. Mungo's with none other than Harry Potter in his arms. He reached the hospital wing doors and swooped (A/N: This guy loves swooping, believe me) into the room.
"POPPY!" cried Severus. The little medi-witch's office door opened to reveal the little medi-witch herself. "Severus, what in the world are you yelling about?" asked the flustered Madam Pomfrey, "And what on earth are you carrying?" she asked as she noticed the potions master holding something small close to his chest. Snape was so relieved to find Madam Promfrey still at the school, that he totally forgot to scowl or sneer.
"Poppy, this boy needs medical attention now," said Snape as he put the small boy on the nearest bed. Madam Promfrey's eyes widened when she saw Harry. "My goodness, whatever happened to him?" asked Madam Promfrey as she checked the bruised boy's fever. Madam Promfrey requesting a fever- reducing potion saved Snape from answering her question. Snape gave her a sharp nod and left the hospital wing. Madam Promfrey turned back to her patient.
"Oh you poor little boy," said Madam Promfrey, "Whatever happened to you?" She then went about healing Harry's bruises and one fractured wrist. Clucking is disapproval and muttering about how could such a little boy have so many injuries as she went about healing him. Harry meanwhile was blissfully oblivious to the disgruntled medi-witch hovering around him. Dreaming of flying motorbikes and of a beautiful woman with red hair and the prettiest smile he'd ever remember seeing.
A/N: There you go! ANOTHER chapter! I might just get the third one out today too. I know this chapter was kind of short, but I'll try my best to update later today! Please review and until next time . . .
Rogue Enchantress
P.S. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!
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Last time . . ..
"Alohamora"
The locked cupboard opened with a click and the cupboard door slowly swung open to reveal . . ..
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Chapter Two
Finding Harry
By Rogue Enchantress
A small boy. The boy was huddled in the far corner of the cupboard, and was by all appearances asleep. He was wearing large cloths that didn't fit his small frame at all. Snape cringed as he noticed that the boy's skin was littered with multi-colored bruises. His breathe was coming slow and raggedly and he looked as if he was sweating. Snape moved in closer and felt the boy's forehead. It was burning hot.
"Potter?" No response. Snape tried again. "Potter, can you hear me? Potter?" Snape shook the boy's shoulder and a low moaning sound was heard coming from the boy. Bright emerald eyes met obsidian black and the green ones widened considerably as they took in the appearance of the obsidian eye's owner. Snape still had his hand on the boy's shoulder, and he noticed that Potter tensed and sat rigidly while staring at him. He removed his had and Potter relaxed slightly, but there was still that frightened look in his emerald eyes.
"Pot-, Harry, my name is Severus Snape, and I am a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Do you know what that is?" asked Snape. Harry shook his head. Snape sighed and muttered to himself. "Of course not, not with that bastard muggle as your guardian." Snape held out his hand to Harry.
"Come on Harry, I'm here to take you away for these . . . people," Snape soothingly said to the scared little boy, "You don't want to stay here, do you?" Harry shook his head vigorously and Snape leaned over and picked the boy up. Snape noted that Harry was far too light for a four year old. He casually stepped over the unconscious body of Vernon Dursley again and made his way to the edge of the apparation wards. There, they apparated to Hogsmeade.
Harry cuddled closer to his savior as they made their way to the castle. For the first time in a long time, Harry felt safe. He fell asleep in the folds of the black cloak, which was wrapped around him, about half way to the castle. Snape looked down at the small boy he was carrying in his arms. A feeling was stirring in his heart as he looked upon the sleeping boy's face. A feeling that he couldn't identify, but it made him want to protect the small thing.
They reached the castle doors right when the sun was setting. Snape swooped down the halls, going at a small jog towards the hospital wing. He just hopped Poppy hadn't already left. He really didn't feel up to a visit to St. Mungo's with none other than Harry Potter in his arms. He reached the hospital wing doors and swooped (A/N: This guy loves swooping, believe me) into the room.
"POPPY!" cried Severus. The little medi-witch's office door opened to reveal the little medi-witch herself. "Severus, what in the world are you yelling about?" asked the flustered Madam Pomfrey, "And what on earth are you carrying?" she asked as she noticed the potions master holding something small close to his chest. Snape was so relieved to find Madam Promfrey still at the school, that he totally forgot to scowl or sneer.
"Poppy, this boy needs medical attention now," said Snape as he put the small boy on the nearest bed. Madam Promfrey's eyes widened when she saw Harry. "My goodness, whatever happened to him?" asked Madam Promfrey as she checked the bruised boy's fever. Madam Promfrey requesting a fever- reducing potion saved Snape from answering her question. Snape gave her a sharp nod and left the hospital wing. Madam Promfrey turned back to her patient.
"Oh you poor little boy," said Madam Promfrey, "Whatever happened to you?" She then went about healing Harry's bruises and one fractured wrist. Clucking is disapproval and muttering about how could such a little boy have so many injuries as she went about healing him. Harry meanwhile was blissfully oblivious to the disgruntled medi-witch hovering around him. Dreaming of flying motorbikes and of a beautiful woman with red hair and the prettiest smile he'd ever remember seeing.
A/N: There you go! ANOTHER chapter! I might just get the third one out today too. I know this chapter was kind of short, but I'll try my best to update later today! Please review and until next time . . .
Rogue Enchantress
P.S. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!