Harry Potter looked over at the, amazingly enough, still operating clock on his side table. Midnight. He thought it would be a good time as any to clean up his cuts and get the hell out of there. Earlier that day Uncle Vernon got mad at Harry because he didn't cook dinner correctly. What am I chief Potter, Harry had thought angrily. He took on Lord Voldermort so he could take on his uncle, or so he had thought. His uncle was much worse then Voldermort. His uncle had hit him and hit him until he was almost unconscious. His Uncle then dragged him up the stairs and threw him in his room. Somehow Harry had managed to crawl into bed were he fainted from blood loss.
Harry slowly got up and made it down the stares without making any loud noises. He first went to the bathroom and cleaned his cuts, and then he crept to where the Dursley's always locked up his trunk. He took a hairpin out of his overly large pocket and started to wiggle it around in the lock. He heard a telltale click of success so he opened the door. He grabbed his wand and was about to drag his trunk out from under the stairs when he felt something hard hit him over the head.
"How Dare You Even Touch Tha- That Trash Under This Roof" Vernon yelled at him while shaking the broom in Harry's face.
Harry could not stand it any more. He had been home for a week after his fourth year and it already felt like a lifetime. Harry was now very pissed at his uncle. He did not suppress the urge to punch him though. Harry made a fist and smashed it across that pudgy, ugly, Jell-O looking face. It probably did not do any damage though, being as it was extra cushioning. Still, it felt good to punch him.
Vernon did not even say a word but charged straight at Harry. With Quiddith instincts, Harry jumped out of the way. He was about to pull out his wand and petrify his Uncle when the door flew open and none other than Severus Snape stood there. Vernon obviously hadn't noticed do to the fact that he charged at Harry again. Harry dove out of harms way just as Snape hit his uncle with a freezing curse. He then stared at Harry with a puzzled look.
"What the hell happened here, Potter? I'm sure your uncle would not try to kill you for nothing." He sneered.
"I would not be surprised if he did." Harry said under his breath.
"What did you say, Potter?" Snape demanded. Unknown to Harry, Snape heard every word.
"Why are you here?" Harry said, changing the subject.
"I am here because Dumbledore believes you to be in danger. Not from Voldermort but from your relatives." Snape then flicked on a light. He saw Harry a lot better then. "God Potter, what the hell happened to you?" Snape exclaimed.
Harry was embarrassed to admit it, especially to Snape but he guessed he had too. "I um, . . . I didn't cook some thing correctly or something like that." Harry mumbled, looking at his feet. Snape raised his eyebrow.
"You did not cook something correctly, Potter?" He questioned. By the looks of it the boy did not want to talk about it so all he did was nod. "Were are your things, Potter?" Snape asked.
"They're in the cupboard. Why?" Harry said looking up. Confusion was written across his still slightly bloody face.
"You, for now, will be spending the remainder of the summer at my manor. Are all you things in here, Potter?" He asked. Harry nodded. Snape then held out a small key. "It is a porkey that will transport us to my manor. Grab your owl and I will handle you trunk." Snape said with a sneer. Harry grabbed Hedwig's cage and touched the porkey.
He and Snape were then transported to the front door of the big, three story manor. Snape whispered a password to the door and it opened. He brought in the trunk while Harry was still caring Hedwig. Snape stopped at the stairs.
"I have A few rules, believe it or not in my home, Potter. 1) Do not under any circumstances leave this house without informing me of your whereabouts first. 2) Do not come into my room unless it is an absolute emergency. 3) You will come down to meals when the house-elf calls. Understood, Potter." Snape said with unsuppressed annoyance. Harry nodded, to tired to talk. "Your room is up the stairs and around the corner. Good night, Potter." Snape said, gliding away.
Harry walked to the room and lay down on the bed, instantly falling asleep.
