Disclaimer- Fourth verse, same as the first.
Blurb- I think this chapter may be classified as PG-15.
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There was a burst of colour. Severus wasn't sure if it was red or black- only that it was unexpected, much as the pain in his left thigh. In shock, he looked at the rotund boy, who stood two feet away from him with tears streaming down his face and a large cudgel in his fist. The woman, who now looked unnaturally pale, just stood there and stared at him with unblinking eyes.
"What have to done to my mum?!"
Severus really couldn't answer that. He hadn't let himself get out of control for a long time. As much as he hated to admit it, his deeds for Voldemort were voluntary.
A sharp crack to his shoulder brought him back to reality. Angrily, he snatched the thick rod from the boy, who didn't resist as he was petrified by the same look Severus usually reserved for his first years.
With the rod in one hand, he placed the other on the boy's shoulder. "I was wondering whether to define you as extremely brave or extremely stupid. But now I see that you are not worth my time," Severus brought his wand out of his robe's sleeve. " Stupefy!"
With that, he pushed the large boy over, almost expecting him to pop back up. No such pleasure though, as a heavy thud resounded through the house. Snape looked down the hallway to see if he should be expecting any more interruptions. At the end of the hall, stood the fat man whom had answered the door, holding a shotgun in both hands. Even from this distance Snape could tell that his hands were trembling.
'I didn't think that he would be bothering me any more. Hah, I can tell that he has pissed himself from here.'
Taking one last look around the corner, he made his decision on how to rid himself of this obstacle. Snape took a deep breath and ran at an unnatural speed through the doorway.
It became immediately obvious that Vernon was not expecting a flying mesh of black to launch itself at him. Desperately he fumbled for the trigger only to find the gun wrenched from his hands. Scared witless, he began to swing his meaty fists toward the thing that had taken his gun. He was equally surprised when his blows landed on their target.
With a snarl, Snape threw the gun down the banister. However, his movements were not quick enough, and Vernon took the opportunity to throw in a few more blows with growing confidence. He managed to land a hit in Snape's stomach, knocking the wind from him. Snape realized that he had underestimated this lump as all fat, when muscle was quietly laying underneath, as he clinched his mid-section.
"Not so high and mighty now are you, freak? How do you like this?" Vernon snarled as he launched a kick to Snape's side. "You take a beating almost as well as that brat down the hall."
It didn't take a genius to realize that the man was referring to Harry. Severus felt his blood boil. As much as he enjoyed torturing his students, he would never physically harm any of them. Vernon continued to kick at the vulnerable figure and smirked every time he heard the thud of his shoes connect.
Without warning, a pale, slender hand grabbed the man's crotch. Severus twisted his hand until the man lay screaming on the carpet, and then gave it a good kick. The ruddy-faced man no longer looked so smug. Severus decided to allow himself the pleasure of giving this man a small come- upance, as he sunk his teeth into the man's fat neck. He made sure it caused the man great discomfort. This was the feeling he loved and hated. It was this feeling that had driven him to finally accept Voldemort. The unpleasant memory caused Severus to turn away in disgust.
He stood from his crouching position and spat on the man's face. "Never forget that I can return," And in a sweeping movement he stormed back into the room. That was the last thing Vernon saw before blacking out.
As Snape entered the room, he turned his attention back to the woman, whose eyes were now closed and fists clinched. He could still smell her blood in the air, and his instincts almost overcame him again. He stepped closer to her and inhaled her scent deeply. Honey and lilacs. Somehow he knew this scent. It reminded him of Lily, thought this woman was not as sweet as she.
"So, you must be Petunia. Petunia, open your eyes."
They fluttered open, rimmed red with tears. "Yes, I can see the resemblance now. Lily, told me about you, but now that I see you I wonder how much was true." He could sense the hurt and pain around the woman, and now he felt even worse for taking her blood. "You will forget all this." With that, Petunia promptly passed out. Snape placed her on a chair in the corner of Harry's room and kissed her on the forehead. No matter how annoying she had been, he could tell there was more to this woman than any of her family probably knew. After all, if Sirius was Lily's cousin, he was this woman's as well.
He let out a heavy sigh. Finally, with no more distractions, he could finish the job he originally came here to accomplish. Harry's form was still slumped on the bed. Severus noted how much less annoying he was now that he was asleep. Maybe if he could just keep him like this, they could have a beautiful relationship. Snape quickly waved off thoughts of slipping Harry an overdose of "draught of living death"; after all this was still a serious situation.
"Accio trunk!" In seconds a large steamer trunk floated in through the door. Severus murmured another spell, shrinking the trunk, and placed it in one of the many folds of his robe. He then turned his attention to the cage in the corner. He searched the depths of his memory trying to remember the name of the bird in the cage, but found he could not recall the information.
Shrugging, he pointed his wand at it. "Sorry." And the cage shrunk as well. The creature inside did not seemed pleased, and Severus was forced to place a calming charm on it. He smiled at the memory of the charm. How many times had Lily placed it on him? Snape waved the thought away as he placed the cage in another pocket.
Again he turned to the boy, "I hope you were worth all this trouble," even though he knew all of this could have been avoided if he had been paying attention to his duties.
He picked up the boy, noting how light his form was. It worried him, but he would have to think about that later, he already had much worse problems to deal with Harry about.
'It's going to be a long year,' Snape thought to himself as he disapperated, thinking of the beast he was about to bestow once more on Hogwarts.
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Author's Notes- Yes, I am extremely lazy! I'm going to try my hardest to get the story really going now that all the formalities are out of the way and Snape and Harry are headed to Snape Manor for some "lessons" and explanations. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far! P.S.-Ack! Deep down, I am a Petunia sympathizer. Sorry, I love the "evil" underdog. _
Wormtail's worst enemy- you are exactly right about what's going on. I didn't want to give everything away to soon. So yeah, this is a BabyGoth challenge fic too.
Xikum- I hope that was enough abuse of Vernon for you!
There was a burst of colour. Severus wasn't sure if it was red or black- only that it was unexpected, much as the pain in his left thigh. In shock, he looked at the rotund boy, who stood two feet away from him with tears streaming down his face and a large cudgel in his fist. The woman, who now looked unnaturally pale, just stood there and stared at him with unblinking eyes.
"What have to done to my mum?!"
Severus really couldn't answer that. He hadn't let himself get out of control for a long time. As much as he hated to admit it, his deeds for Voldemort were voluntary.
A sharp crack to his shoulder brought him back to reality. Angrily, he snatched the thick rod from the boy, who didn't resist as he was petrified by the same look Severus usually reserved for his first years.
With the rod in one hand, he placed the other on the boy's shoulder. "I was wondering whether to define you as extremely brave or extremely stupid. But now I see that you are not worth my time," Severus brought his wand out of his robe's sleeve. " Stupefy!"
With that, he pushed the large boy over, almost expecting him to pop back up. No such pleasure though, as a heavy thud resounded through the house. Snape looked down the hallway to see if he should be expecting any more interruptions. At the end of the hall, stood the fat man whom had answered the door, holding a shotgun in both hands. Even from this distance Snape could tell that his hands were trembling.
'I didn't think that he would be bothering me any more. Hah, I can tell that he has pissed himself from here.'
Taking one last look around the corner, he made his decision on how to rid himself of this obstacle. Snape took a deep breath and ran at an unnatural speed through the doorway.
It became immediately obvious that Vernon was not expecting a flying mesh of black to launch itself at him. Desperately he fumbled for the trigger only to find the gun wrenched from his hands. Scared witless, he began to swing his meaty fists toward the thing that had taken his gun. He was equally surprised when his blows landed on their target.
With a snarl, Snape threw the gun down the banister. However, his movements were not quick enough, and Vernon took the opportunity to throw in a few more blows with growing confidence. He managed to land a hit in Snape's stomach, knocking the wind from him. Snape realized that he had underestimated this lump as all fat, when muscle was quietly laying underneath, as he clinched his mid-section.
"Not so high and mighty now are you, freak? How do you like this?" Vernon snarled as he launched a kick to Snape's side. "You take a beating almost as well as that brat down the hall."
It didn't take a genius to realize that the man was referring to Harry. Severus felt his blood boil. As much as he enjoyed torturing his students, he would never physically harm any of them. Vernon continued to kick at the vulnerable figure and smirked every time he heard the thud of his shoes connect.
Without warning, a pale, slender hand grabbed the man's crotch. Severus twisted his hand until the man lay screaming on the carpet, and then gave it a good kick. The ruddy-faced man no longer looked so smug. Severus decided to allow himself the pleasure of giving this man a small come- upance, as he sunk his teeth into the man's fat neck. He made sure it caused the man great discomfort. This was the feeling he loved and hated. It was this feeling that had driven him to finally accept Voldemort. The unpleasant memory caused Severus to turn away in disgust.
He stood from his crouching position and spat on the man's face. "Never forget that I can return," And in a sweeping movement he stormed back into the room. That was the last thing Vernon saw before blacking out.
As Snape entered the room, he turned his attention back to the woman, whose eyes were now closed and fists clinched. He could still smell her blood in the air, and his instincts almost overcame him again. He stepped closer to her and inhaled her scent deeply. Honey and lilacs. Somehow he knew this scent. It reminded him of Lily, thought this woman was not as sweet as she.
"So, you must be Petunia. Petunia, open your eyes."
They fluttered open, rimmed red with tears. "Yes, I can see the resemblance now. Lily, told me about you, but now that I see you I wonder how much was true." He could sense the hurt and pain around the woman, and now he felt even worse for taking her blood. "You will forget all this." With that, Petunia promptly passed out. Snape placed her on a chair in the corner of Harry's room and kissed her on the forehead. No matter how annoying she had been, he could tell there was more to this woman than any of her family probably knew. After all, if Sirius was Lily's cousin, he was this woman's as well.
He let out a heavy sigh. Finally, with no more distractions, he could finish the job he originally came here to accomplish. Harry's form was still slumped on the bed. Severus noted how much less annoying he was now that he was asleep. Maybe if he could just keep him like this, they could have a beautiful relationship. Snape quickly waved off thoughts of slipping Harry an overdose of "draught of living death"; after all this was still a serious situation.
"Accio trunk!" In seconds a large steamer trunk floated in through the door. Severus murmured another spell, shrinking the trunk, and placed it in one of the many folds of his robe. He then turned his attention to the cage in the corner. He searched the depths of his memory trying to remember the name of the bird in the cage, but found he could not recall the information.
Shrugging, he pointed his wand at it. "Sorry." And the cage shrunk as well. The creature inside did not seemed pleased, and Severus was forced to place a calming charm on it. He smiled at the memory of the charm. How many times had Lily placed it on him? Snape waved the thought away as he placed the cage in another pocket.
Again he turned to the boy, "I hope you were worth all this trouble," even though he knew all of this could have been avoided if he had been paying attention to his duties.
He picked up the boy, noting how light his form was. It worried him, but he would have to think about that later, he already had much worse problems to deal with Harry about.
'It's going to be a long year,' Snape thought to himself as he disapperated, thinking of the beast he was about to bestow once more on Hogwarts.
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Author's Notes- Yes, I am extremely lazy! I'm going to try my hardest to get the story really going now that all the formalities are out of the way and Snape and Harry are headed to Snape Manor for some "lessons" and explanations. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far! P.S.-Ack! Deep down, I am a Petunia sympathizer. Sorry, I love the "evil" underdog. _
Wormtail's worst enemy- you are exactly right about what's going on. I didn't want to give everything away to soon. So yeah, this is a BabyGoth challenge fic too.
Xikum- I hope that was enough abuse of Vernon for you!
