Hello! Yeah! Under the influence of the 'Fever of the Flava' by Hot action Cops, I typed the first chapter of the story I was meant to do ages ago. You might have read stories like this and I am trying to make it different because I really want to write a Severus/Harry story. I think they make a really sweet couple :) OK, any way, if you have any suggestions or comments, please, please PLEASE review and tell me.
Cya!
Warning: If you have NOT read the fifth book yet WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! I mean- ummm- don't read any further...
Oh and this is a Severus / Harry fic and of this makes you want to bang your repeatedly against the wall, wondering why someone could do such a thing I HIGHLY suggest you leave now... Wait not now.......... NOW.
Disclaimer- Harry Potter and other Characters DO NOT belong to me unless other wise stated. They belong to J.K Rowling.
Never like that, I never wanted to see you like that...
Chapter 1
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!" Yelled the man behind Harry and glared over his shoulder.
Harry sighed.
"I'm de-weeding the garden, Uncle Vernon." He replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Get the hell out of the way NOW! We have visitors coming now and you are not going to ruin it. You already blew one business opportunity and I am not going to let you destroy this one! YOU'RE OWL BETTER KEEP OUT OF THE WAY OR I WILL KILL THE BLOODY THING!" He quickly lowered his voice and looked around the backyard, as if to check that no one was listening and was going to suddenly pop out of no where.
He suddenly grabbed hold of Harry and dragged him into the house.
"The Adamson's are coming tonight and you are NOT to leave your room under any circumstances. If we hear one sound out of you I swear I will kick you out if this house. We kept you here and you bring us nothing but shame. I don't know why we bother...." Vernon ranted like this and included the usual 'you wish you have never been born' threats if Harry ever let the Adamson's know of his presence in the family.
"WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? GET TO YOUR ROOM!" He shouted all of a sudden.
Harry jumped in surprise and ran up the stairs, only to run into Dudely and fall halfway down the stairs.
"Watch it! MUM! Harry was trying to hurt me!" He wailed and smirked at the figure trying to regain his balance on the stairs.
"VERNON THE BOY IS A MENANCE! HE WAS TRYING TO HURT DUDIKINS!" Said a shrill voice that came from one of the bedrooms.
One of the doors in the hall suddenly burst open and a horse looking women burst open, looking particularly evil with only have of her face covered in a thick amount of make-up.
"I wasn't trying to hurt him, I-"
"Don't even try to reason, we know you were trying to hurt him!" She shrieked " GET TO YOUR ROOM!"
Harry quickly ran up the rest of the stairs and into his bedroom. He shut it quietly and walked to Hedwig's cage.
"Hey girl." He said softly to the snowy white owl in the cage. "You're going to have to go to Ron's, I'll write a note. Don't look at me like that, I don't have a choice and I don't want that fat cow doing anything to hurt you."
Harry bent down and got a piece of parchment, a quill and ink from the loose floorboard under the bed.
He put the parchment on the table and inked his quill and started writing.
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Hey Ron
I hope you don't mind of Hedwig stays with you for a few days. Vernon has a business meeting and if she makes a sound Vernon will go crazy! Don't worry about me I will be fine as long as I don't make a sound. Say 'Hi' to the family for me. Maybe I can see you in Diagon Ally sometime? Can't wait to see you again.
- Harry
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Harry read through the letter then tied it to Hedwigs' leg.
"Give this to Ron OK? And remember to stay there for a couple of days." Harry said softly. Hedwig nipped his fingers affectionately to show that she understood and flew out the window that he opened.
Harry watched the owl fly off in the distance and turned back to his empty room.
/ Great, / he thought, / nothing to distract me now/.
Harry now had nothing left to distract him of the death of his Godfather - Sirius Black. Harry's imagination and memories started to take hold of him and his world swirled to darkness as he saw Sirius fighting and falling. He usually had his mind on nothing else but the chores that he was doing but nothing could keep him from what he saw in his mind. He broke into tears the second day he came back from Hogwarts. His uncle did what Harry expected he would do; make fun of him, give him a series of new bruises then lock him in his room for a week.
Harry jerked awake from the darkness and stared out the window, wishing that he could fly away just like Hedwig did. Just being to get away from his troubles and just fly. He sighed and turned back to the room he was condemned to.
Harry surveyed his room. Taking in the old bed that no longer had any sheets, the old wooden cupboard where all his clothes were dumped as soon as he got home. His school books, except for the ones he salvaged from his uncle, were locked in the cupboard under the stairs.
"YOU DIDN'T FINISH DE-WEEDING THE GARDEN! WHAT ARE THE ADAMSON'S GOING TO THINK?!" Came a sudden voice from right outside his door.
"Don't worry Petunia, he will pay for that later." Came a calm voice. Harry could tell that he was happy to find a new way to punish him.
"But the Adamson's - "
"Should be here any minute. Dudley, everything ready? Excellent, let's go."
Harry listened to the footsteps disappearing and lay down on the bed before bolting straight back up again.
/ I have to do something. / He thought. And with that he jumped of the bed and dropped to his knees. He once again yanked the loose floorboard up and pulled out his potion textbooks and went to his desk.
/ OK, concentrate, what would Professor Snape say if I come back with all my assignments undone? / Harry thought of Snape.
/ Dumbledore said that Snape was worried when I didn't come back from the Forbidden Forest. Hmmm, who ever knew he could give a damn about anything, especially when it comes to me./ These thoughts started to drift to what happened at the Ministry of Magic....
/ POTIONS, I AM DOING POTIONS! / Harry thought to himself and picked up his quill and was about to start writing when he realised he didn't know what to do.
/ OK, we have to... / He started then walked over to the loose floorboard to see the instructions he wrote on a piece of parchment.
/ Write an essay on the following substances and their contribution to a Mind reading Potion. Must be a parchment and one half long. / Harry read the list of ingredients that followed after.
/ Hmmm, OK, let's start with Transfiguration / Harry thought after he read the question three times and still had no clue. As he stood up he could hear the voices of his Uncle drifting up the stairs. This reminded him of the time that the Mason's came to dine at his house at Harry's second year at Hogwarts. He then heard his Aunt putting on an ear-splitting fake laugh at a something the Adamson's must have said.
For awhile Harry listened to them talking, then heard them moving into the dining room. That's when he realised how hungry he was. Harry hadn't eaten for nearly 3 days now because Vernon would not let him touch any food unless he had finished his chores. However, even if Harry did finish them his Uncle would always find something wrong with it and yet again Harry would be condemned to his room. Not that Harry did not like the solitude, he just had nothing to distract him from the darkness...
Right about now, Harry hoped that no house elf would pop out of no where and destroy his chances of any future food. Not that the house elf had no benefits or any thing (getting to stay with the Weasley's) but yes it did have a major down fall and Harry he highly doubted that it would have the same affects.
Harry walked silently over to the bed and bent down, but before he had a chance to open the floorboard he heard the front door being burst open.
/ What the.../ Harry thought and walked to his door where he then out his ear against to listen more clearly.
Harry heard a numerous amount of people walk into the dining room. It was then followed by screaming and ruffling around, as if someone was trying to run away.
"Where is Harry Potter!" He heard someone yelling at the occupants in the dining room. But the screaming of Harry's family is what really caught his attention. It made his insides freeze to hear anyone, even someone he may not particularly like, made him want to do something. They sounded so scared and defenceless and Harry didn't know what to do. Should he go down and try and help them? His wand was in his back pocket.
His thoughts were soon interrupted by a deafening bang that made Harry jump then it was complete silence. After a while he heard murmuring and someone walking up the stairs.
/ Shit! Where to hide? Where to hide? / He thought hurriedly and turned back to face his room. Panic flowed through Harry's body, from his toes to fingertips. He couldn't think straight, his eyes darting to the bed, desk and cupboard. None of them remotely useful.
There was absolutely no place to hide in his room.
Suddenly the door burst open and before Harry could turn or even move, a gloved hand was placed over his mouth. He felt material brushing against his skin. The black cloaked figure from behind lowered his head and whispered in his ear. The breathing against Harry's skin made him shiver.
"Potter, don't scream or say a single word if you want to get out of this alive".
Harry knew that voice.
Cya!
Warning: If you have NOT read the fifth book yet WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! I mean- ummm- don't read any further...
Oh and this is a Severus / Harry fic and of this makes you want to bang your repeatedly against the wall, wondering why someone could do such a thing I HIGHLY suggest you leave now... Wait not now.......... NOW.
Disclaimer- Harry Potter and other Characters DO NOT belong to me unless other wise stated. They belong to J.K Rowling.
Never like that, I never wanted to see you like that...
Chapter 1
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!" Yelled the man behind Harry and glared over his shoulder.
Harry sighed.
"I'm de-weeding the garden, Uncle Vernon." He replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Get the hell out of the way NOW! We have visitors coming now and you are not going to ruin it. You already blew one business opportunity and I am not going to let you destroy this one! YOU'RE OWL BETTER KEEP OUT OF THE WAY OR I WILL KILL THE BLOODY THING!" He quickly lowered his voice and looked around the backyard, as if to check that no one was listening and was going to suddenly pop out of no where.
He suddenly grabbed hold of Harry and dragged him into the house.
"The Adamson's are coming tonight and you are NOT to leave your room under any circumstances. If we hear one sound out of you I swear I will kick you out if this house. We kept you here and you bring us nothing but shame. I don't know why we bother...." Vernon ranted like this and included the usual 'you wish you have never been born' threats if Harry ever let the Adamson's know of his presence in the family.
"WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? GET TO YOUR ROOM!" He shouted all of a sudden.
Harry jumped in surprise and ran up the stairs, only to run into Dudely and fall halfway down the stairs.
"Watch it! MUM! Harry was trying to hurt me!" He wailed and smirked at the figure trying to regain his balance on the stairs.
"VERNON THE BOY IS A MENANCE! HE WAS TRYING TO HURT DUDIKINS!" Said a shrill voice that came from one of the bedrooms.
One of the doors in the hall suddenly burst open and a horse looking women burst open, looking particularly evil with only have of her face covered in a thick amount of make-up.
"I wasn't trying to hurt him, I-"
"Don't even try to reason, we know you were trying to hurt him!" She shrieked " GET TO YOUR ROOM!"
Harry quickly ran up the rest of the stairs and into his bedroom. He shut it quietly and walked to Hedwig's cage.
"Hey girl." He said softly to the snowy white owl in the cage. "You're going to have to go to Ron's, I'll write a note. Don't look at me like that, I don't have a choice and I don't want that fat cow doing anything to hurt you."
Harry bent down and got a piece of parchment, a quill and ink from the loose floorboard under the bed.
He put the parchment on the table and inked his quill and started writing.
---------------
Hey Ron
I hope you don't mind of Hedwig stays with you for a few days. Vernon has a business meeting and if she makes a sound Vernon will go crazy! Don't worry about me I will be fine as long as I don't make a sound. Say 'Hi' to the family for me. Maybe I can see you in Diagon Ally sometime? Can't wait to see you again.
- Harry
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Harry read through the letter then tied it to Hedwigs' leg.
"Give this to Ron OK? And remember to stay there for a couple of days." Harry said softly. Hedwig nipped his fingers affectionately to show that she understood and flew out the window that he opened.
Harry watched the owl fly off in the distance and turned back to his empty room.
/ Great, / he thought, / nothing to distract me now/.
Harry now had nothing left to distract him of the death of his Godfather - Sirius Black. Harry's imagination and memories started to take hold of him and his world swirled to darkness as he saw Sirius fighting and falling. He usually had his mind on nothing else but the chores that he was doing but nothing could keep him from what he saw in his mind. He broke into tears the second day he came back from Hogwarts. His uncle did what Harry expected he would do; make fun of him, give him a series of new bruises then lock him in his room for a week.
Harry jerked awake from the darkness and stared out the window, wishing that he could fly away just like Hedwig did. Just being to get away from his troubles and just fly. He sighed and turned back to the room he was condemned to.
Harry surveyed his room. Taking in the old bed that no longer had any sheets, the old wooden cupboard where all his clothes were dumped as soon as he got home. His school books, except for the ones he salvaged from his uncle, were locked in the cupboard under the stairs.
"YOU DIDN'T FINISH DE-WEEDING THE GARDEN! WHAT ARE THE ADAMSON'S GOING TO THINK?!" Came a sudden voice from right outside his door.
"Don't worry Petunia, he will pay for that later." Came a calm voice. Harry could tell that he was happy to find a new way to punish him.
"But the Adamson's - "
"Should be here any minute. Dudley, everything ready? Excellent, let's go."
Harry listened to the footsteps disappearing and lay down on the bed before bolting straight back up again.
/ I have to do something. / He thought. And with that he jumped of the bed and dropped to his knees. He once again yanked the loose floorboard up and pulled out his potion textbooks and went to his desk.
/ OK, concentrate, what would Professor Snape say if I come back with all my assignments undone? / Harry thought of Snape.
/ Dumbledore said that Snape was worried when I didn't come back from the Forbidden Forest. Hmmm, who ever knew he could give a damn about anything, especially when it comes to me./ These thoughts started to drift to what happened at the Ministry of Magic....
/ POTIONS, I AM DOING POTIONS! / Harry thought to himself and picked up his quill and was about to start writing when he realised he didn't know what to do.
/ OK, we have to... / He started then walked over to the loose floorboard to see the instructions he wrote on a piece of parchment.
/ Write an essay on the following substances and their contribution to a Mind reading Potion. Must be a parchment and one half long. / Harry read the list of ingredients that followed after.
/ Hmmm, OK, let's start with Transfiguration / Harry thought after he read the question three times and still had no clue. As he stood up he could hear the voices of his Uncle drifting up the stairs. This reminded him of the time that the Mason's came to dine at his house at Harry's second year at Hogwarts. He then heard his Aunt putting on an ear-splitting fake laugh at a something the Adamson's must have said.
For awhile Harry listened to them talking, then heard them moving into the dining room. That's when he realised how hungry he was. Harry hadn't eaten for nearly 3 days now because Vernon would not let him touch any food unless he had finished his chores. However, even if Harry did finish them his Uncle would always find something wrong with it and yet again Harry would be condemned to his room. Not that Harry did not like the solitude, he just had nothing to distract him from the darkness...
Right about now, Harry hoped that no house elf would pop out of no where and destroy his chances of any future food. Not that the house elf had no benefits or any thing (getting to stay with the Weasley's) but yes it did have a major down fall and Harry he highly doubted that it would have the same affects.
Harry walked silently over to the bed and bent down, but before he had a chance to open the floorboard he heard the front door being burst open.
/ What the.../ Harry thought and walked to his door where he then out his ear against to listen more clearly.
Harry heard a numerous amount of people walk into the dining room. It was then followed by screaming and ruffling around, as if someone was trying to run away.
"Where is Harry Potter!" He heard someone yelling at the occupants in the dining room. But the screaming of Harry's family is what really caught his attention. It made his insides freeze to hear anyone, even someone he may not particularly like, made him want to do something. They sounded so scared and defenceless and Harry didn't know what to do. Should he go down and try and help them? His wand was in his back pocket.
His thoughts were soon interrupted by a deafening bang that made Harry jump then it was complete silence. After a while he heard murmuring and someone walking up the stairs.
/ Shit! Where to hide? Where to hide? / He thought hurriedly and turned back to face his room. Panic flowed through Harry's body, from his toes to fingertips. He couldn't think straight, his eyes darting to the bed, desk and cupboard. None of them remotely useful.
There was absolutely no place to hide in his room.
Suddenly the door burst open and before Harry could turn or even move, a gloved hand was placed over his mouth. He felt material brushing against his skin. The black cloaked figure from behind lowered his head and whispered in his ear. The breathing against Harry's skin made him shiver.
"Potter, don't scream or say a single word if you want to get out of this alive".
Harry knew that voice.