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A Different Life
Chapter 11 - Run!
The first day was awful. You could cut the tension with a knife. He could tell that his Uncle was bursting to do something to him, even yell. But so far he had kept his mouth shut and hadn't laid a hand on him yet. Perhaps it was Severus' threat? Or perhaps he was trying to change? Harry didn't know. He was now sleeping in Dudley's second bedroom.
It was two days later that his Uncle finally went over the edge, and it was because of a visit he got from the same man that had told Harry that Severus was a Death Eater.
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It seemed being one of the board members did have its uses; Lucius had been able to find out where Harry was, his exact location.
He could tell that he has losing. The other board members were leaning more and more towards letting Harry stay with Snape. The evidence was too high up to just ignore and no bribe or threat would be able to take that away.
Lucius' now went to his backup plan. He was very aware that the Dursleys did not know of the trial happening, and knew that if they did find out that there could be some trouble. He could only hope that the boy's uncle killed Potter before he got the chance to get out.
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Harry sat at the bottom of the stairs listening... not being able to believe this was happening. His uncle was going to be furious at him.
Lucius explained to Harry's uncle what was happening, that there was a trial and that there was a chance that he could go to jail. That sent his Uncle over the edge.
After seeing the man out, his uncle started towards Harry.
Harry immediately backed up and ran for his room, hoping he could get away from him.
He ran into his room and grabbed his bag that had the tennis like ball in it. But he barely got to open it before his uncle grabbed him from behind and threw him back across the other side of the room, causing him to hit a table, breaking it, which only angered his uncle more.
Harry had never seen him look so mad.
Harry was officially his punching bag. Harry felt like his ribs were going to break. His back, arms and legs wasn't much better. Harry kept blocking his face from getting hit, that always was his uncle's favourite place to hit... he said it would always remind Harry of what he did wrong when he looked in the mirror, so he would learn his lesson.
When Harry thought he could take no more a burst of energy came through him, and with confidence he didn't know he had, he pulled his leg back and kicked his uncle hard in the shin. His uncle's cry of pain was enough distraction for Harry to make a run for it, and he did just that. He ran out of his bedroom and out the front door, and didn't stop
Harry was lucky that his uncle hadn't broken his glasses, so he could still see.
Once he was quite a few streets away he started slowing down to a jog. Only briefly wishing that he had thought to grab his bag as he ran out, but at that moment his only thought had been to run.
As he was jogging he could hear something jingling from inside one of his pockets.
He stopped, putting his hand in one of the pockets that he was sure the noise was coming from he felt something cold.
Taking it out he found that they were coins. He was wearing the same pants that he was when he first went to the Dursleys.
He knew he had to get to Hogwarts but he didn't know where it was... He remembered Severus telling him Diagon Alley was in London... maybe he could go there?
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Harry soon found a bus station and went on one that said London. Hoping he would get off somewhere near Diagon Alley.
Getting on the bus he handed the bus driver most of his muggle money, not knowing if that was enough or too much.
"Hey kid, where are ya parents? Are you alone?" The driver said.
"I'm... meeting them in London." Harry said, trying to look fine. Truth was that he felt he was about to collapse if he didn't sit down soon. He was just glad that he was wearing a long sleeved shirt and pants and a big jacket, so no one could see any of the damage, well at least he hoped not.
"Hmm..." the driver said, looking as though he didn't really believe Harry at all. "Well you've given me too much money. Here" The driver then gave Harry back some of his money and also gave him a ticket. "Off ya go."
Harry smiled and walked over to a spare seat and sat in it, thankful for the break.
He stared out the window, watching the scenery pass him. He watched as people pressed a button and shortly after the bus stopped, and they got out. Harry had never been in a bus before.
Not before long the bus was going through some very old buildings, and Harry swore he saw a sign saying 'The Leaky Cauldron'. So he pushed the button and waited impatiently for the bus to stop.
As soon as it did Harry ran off and headed back in the direction that he had seen that sign.
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Once in front of the sign, he saw that it did say 'The Leaky Cauldron', though after a second it looked as though it was gone again, but Harry was sure he had seen it so he quickly entered.
It was packed, there were all different types of people in there, and no one seemed to notice him at all.
Harry briefly wondered if Hagrid would be there. Harry liked Hagrid. He often had tea with him in his spare time. He had been very scared of him at first, but soon realised that Hagrid was very harmless.
Harry began walking around when someone pulled on his sleeve.
He turned around to see a boy who looked about his age, but was a bit taller and had red hair.
"Hi, I'm Ron." The boy said.
"I'm Harry." Harry replied, smiling at the boy, he never had met a boy his own age who knew magic.
"RON!" shouted a voice from the other side of the room.
"That's my mum... come on, you can meet Fred and George." And with that Ron started running.
Harry ran after him, not liking the feeling in his chest as he did.
"Fred! George!" Ron said excitedly.
"Yes Ronniekins, what can we do for you?" One of the twins said.
Ron ignored what they had called him and continued talking happily, obviously he too was excited about meeting someone his age who knew magic, either that or happy to be talking to someone who didn't have red hair.
"Harry, this is Fred and George, two of my brothers. Fred, George, this is Harry." Ron said, introducing everyone.
Before anyone could say anything a voice from behind them spoke.
"There you are Ron, you had me worried there for a-" She stopped when she noticed Harry.
"Oh mum, this is Harry." Ron said.
"Hello Harry, who are you here with?" She asked, looking around to see if he seemed to be with a parent or someone.
"Umm... I'm trying to get to Hogwarts." Harry said, hoping she could help him.
"Hogwarts? Why do you want to go there?" Ron asked.
"I live there..." Harry said
Fred and George gasped.
"Are you Harry Potter?" They said at the same time.
Harry nodded.
"Bill and Charlie told us about you, you live there with Snape."
Harry nodded again. "I need to get back to him." Harry said looking back at Ron's mum.
"Well why don't you come back to our house and I'll contact Dumbledore from there okay?" Ron's mum said.
Harry nodded and Ron smiled.
"What Quidditch team do you follow...?" Ron began excitedly.
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Harry loved the Weasleys home. Everything was everywhere. Nothing was normal. And he got along well with Ron and the rest of his brothers. He didn't actually see his sister.
Ron's room was full of Quidditch posters and of people he had never heard of.
The food they had was great. Harry hadn't eaten much when at the Dursleys, but Mrs Weasley served him enough food to probably fill three grown men. He looked over at the rest of the family to see that they were all digging in. he couldn't help but smile as he too started to eat dinner.
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Mrs Weasley had tried to get in contact with Dumbledore at Hogwarts but he wasn't there so she sent an owl, telling him that they had found Harry at Diagon Alley and that he was currently with them.
It wasn't until late that night that Severus came in through the Weasleys fireplace which Mrs Weasley had left going just in case.
Molly was packing up, just having put everybody to bed. Her husband was working late as usual. As she was just about to head up the stairs to go to bed she heard the fire blaze and then the sound of someone dusting themselves off.
She went back into the living room to find Severus Snape dusting his robes off, trying to get some of the soot that was there off.
"Professor Snape?" Molly said, making sure it was indeed him.
"Mrs Weasley..." Severus said, looking up from where he was.
"Professor, he's up here. Sweet little boy isn't he. Very polite. I think my boys could take a few lessons from him." She said, leading Severus up the stairs.
"Is he hurt?" Severus asked, concerned.
"Hurt?" Molly stopped dead in her tracks, turning back to face Severus.
"Yes, hurt, injured, harmed, wound-" Severus started but Molly put her hand up indicating for him to shut up.
"He didn't mention anything and I didn't notice him to be in any pain, but have a look for yourself." Then she continued walking up the stairs for another couple of steps and quietly opened up a door.
She indicated for Severus to go first.
Severus entered the room and saw two boys sleeping in there. He went over to the bed Harry was on and bent down in front of him.
He thought about waking him up but then decided against it, deciding to wait until they were both back at Hogwarts. So he carefully picked Harry up, trying not to wake him up as he did.
He walked out of the room and shut the door, not seeing Molly anywhere and headed back downstairs.
Once down there he saw Molly by the fireplace.
"Thankyou for taking care of him today." Severus said.
"It was a pleasure, if ever you need someone to watch him, feel free to bring him around." Molly said
Severus only nodded and then putting some powder into the fire he stepped in and yelled 'Hogwarts'.
Once they were back in Severus' quarters, Severus took Harry back into his room.
He sat Harry on his bed he knelled down in front of him and tried to wake him.
"Harry... Harry..." Severus whispered, trying to wake him.
Harry began to stir. He opened his eyes and someone placed his glasses on him.
"Harry, are you okay?" Severus asked.
Harry rubbed his eyes and then looked at Severus
"Severus!" Harry whispered smiling, feeling too tired to put the effort in to hug him.
"Are you okay Harry?" Severus asked again, worry in his voice.
"Tired..." Harry said, closing his eyes again.
"Harry!" Severus said, trying to keep Harry awake. "Did something happen at the Dursleys?"
Harry opened his eyes and looked at Severus. He just nodded.
"What Harry, what happened?" Severus asked, dread starting to fill him.
Harry just shook his head. "I'm so tired..."
"Harry!" Severus said warningly.
Harry still didn't say anything, so Severus took his head, and checked it in the light. Seeing if there was any sign of it being hit or anything to suggest abuse. He couldn't see any marks so he took Harry's arm.
Harry winced slightly as he took hold of it. He closed his eyes.
Severus noticing his wince pulled the sleeve up, seeing bruises all over it. He lifted the other sleeve of his arm and saw the same thing.
Severus shook his head at seeing the bruising, and then poked his chest. Harry bit his lip, trying not to cry out in pain and jerked away from Severus. He backed up until he was on the other side of the bed, leaning against the wall. He brought his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, letting his forehead lean in his knees, hiding his face and his tears.
"I need to see what is wrong if I am going to help you Harry." Severus said soothingly
"That man was there and he told my uncle." Harry said in a muffled voice, still not moving from where he was.
"What man? What did he tell your uncle?" Severus asked, knowing Harry was trying to stop Severus from knowing where else he was hurt, but Severus was curious as to what Harry was talking about.
"That man that was here before, that told me you were a Death Eater." Harry said, again not moving.
"Lucius Malfoy?" Severus asked, shocked. "What did he tell your uncle?"
"..."
"Harry" Severus sounded desperate, hoping to get something out of Harry.
"T-that there was a trial on at the moment and... and that he could go to jail. Why would he tell him that?" Harry asked, confused as to why he would do such a thing, finally looking up and at Severus.
'Probably hoping that your uncle would kill you' Severus thought, but he of course didn't tell Harry that.
"I'm not sure... Harry I need to see where else you're hurt." Severus replied. "I need to know if you need to go down to the Hospital Wing or not."
Harry defiantly didn't want to go to the hospital wing. He had only been in it a few times but he already didn't like being there.
"No, I don't want to go to the Hospital Wing..." Harry said desperately
"How bout this then... If you show me where you are hurt and let me take a look, I promise not to take you down to the hospital wing. But if it is serious Harry, I might have to get Madam Pomfrey to come up here. Okay... deal?" Severus asked, watching as Harry thought about what he had said.
Harry nodded and then took his shirt off, showing Severus his back and chest. All bruised.
Severus couldn't believe that his uncle had done that to him. A child! It was outrageous.
Severus checked to see if any of his bones were broken. Satisfied that there wasn't he helped Harry get changed into his pyjamas and put him to bed, giving him a few potions to ease the pain and bruises.
Also I wont be able to update after this for a couple of days so until then, Happy reading!
A Different Life
Chapter 11 - Run!
The first day was awful. You could cut the tension with a knife. He could tell that his Uncle was bursting to do something to him, even yell. But so far he had kept his mouth shut and hadn't laid a hand on him yet. Perhaps it was Severus' threat? Or perhaps he was trying to change? Harry didn't know. He was now sleeping in Dudley's second bedroom.
It was two days later that his Uncle finally went over the edge, and it was because of a visit he got from the same man that had told Harry that Severus was a Death Eater.
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It seemed being one of the board members did have its uses; Lucius had been able to find out where Harry was, his exact location.
He could tell that he has losing. The other board members were leaning more and more towards letting Harry stay with Snape. The evidence was too high up to just ignore and no bribe or threat would be able to take that away.
Lucius' now went to his backup plan. He was very aware that the Dursleys did not know of the trial happening, and knew that if they did find out that there could be some trouble. He could only hope that the boy's uncle killed Potter before he got the chance to get out.
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Harry sat at the bottom of the stairs listening... not being able to believe this was happening. His uncle was going to be furious at him.
Lucius explained to Harry's uncle what was happening, that there was a trial and that there was a chance that he could go to jail. That sent his Uncle over the edge.
After seeing the man out, his uncle started towards Harry.
Harry immediately backed up and ran for his room, hoping he could get away from him.
He ran into his room and grabbed his bag that had the tennis like ball in it. But he barely got to open it before his uncle grabbed him from behind and threw him back across the other side of the room, causing him to hit a table, breaking it, which only angered his uncle more.
Harry had never seen him look so mad.
Harry was officially his punching bag. Harry felt like his ribs were going to break. His back, arms and legs wasn't much better. Harry kept blocking his face from getting hit, that always was his uncle's favourite place to hit... he said it would always remind Harry of what he did wrong when he looked in the mirror, so he would learn his lesson.
When Harry thought he could take no more a burst of energy came through him, and with confidence he didn't know he had, he pulled his leg back and kicked his uncle hard in the shin. His uncle's cry of pain was enough distraction for Harry to make a run for it, and he did just that. He ran out of his bedroom and out the front door, and didn't stop
Harry was lucky that his uncle hadn't broken his glasses, so he could still see.
Once he was quite a few streets away he started slowing down to a jog. Only briefly wishing that he had thought to grab his bag as he ran out, but at that moment his only thought had been to run.
As he was jogging he could hear something jingling from inside one of his pockets.
He stopped, putting his hand in one of the pockets that he was sure the noise was coming from he felt something cold.
Taking it out he found that they were coins. He was wearing the same pants that he was when he first went to the Dursleys.
He knew he had to get to Hogwarts but he didn't know where it was... He remembered Severus telling him Diagon Alley was in London... maybe he could go there?
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Harry soon found a bus station and went on one that said London. Hoping he would get off somewhere near Diagon Alley.
Getting on the bus he handed the bus driver most of his muggle money, not knowing if that was enough or too much.
"Hey kid, where are ya parents? Are you alone?" The driver said.
"I'm... meeting them in London." Harry said, trying to look fine. Truth was that he felt he was about to collapse if he didn't sit down soon. He was just glad that he was wearing a long sleeved shirt and pants and a big jacket, so no one could see any of the damage, well at least he hoped not.
"Hmm..." the driver said, looking as though he didn't really believe Harry at all. "Well you've given me too much money. Here" The driver then gave Harry back some of his money and also gave him a ticket. "Off ya go."
Harry smiled and walked over to a spare seat and sat in it, thankful for the break.
He stared out the window, watching the scenery pass him. He watched as people pressed a button and shortly after the bus stopped, and they got out. Harry had never been in a bus before.
Not before long the bus was going through some very old buildings, and Harry swore he saw a sign saying 'The Leaky Cauldron'. So he pushed the button and waited impatiently for the bus to stop.
As soon as it did Harry ran off and headed back in the direction that he had seen that sign.
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Once in front of the sign, he saw that it did say 'The Leaky Cauldron', though after a second it looked as though it was gone again, but Harry was sure he had seen it so he quickly entered.
It was packed, there were all different types of people in there, and no one seemed to notice him at all.
Harry briefly wondered if Hagrid would be there. Harry liked Hagrid. He often had tea with him in his spare time. He had been very scared of him at first, but soon realised that Hagrid was very harmless.
Harry began walking around when someone pulled on his sleeve.
He turned around to see a boy who looked about his age, but was a bit taller and had red hair.
"Hi, I'm Ron." The boy said.
"I'm Harry." Harry replied, smiling at the boy, he never had met a boy his own age who knew magic.
"RON!" shouted a voice from the other side of the room.
"That's my mum... come on, you can meet Fred and George." And with that Ron started running.
Harry ran after him, not liking the feeling in his chest as he did.
"Fred! George!" Ron said excitedly.
"Yes Ronniekins, what can we do for you?" One of the twins said.
Ron ignored what they had called him and continued talking happily, obviously he too was excited about meeting someone his age who knew magic, either that or happy to be talking to someone who didn't have red hair.
"Harry, this is Fred and George, two of my brothers. Fred, George, this is Harry." Ron said, introducing everyone.
Before anyone could say anything a voice from behind them spoke.
"There you are Ron, you had me worried there for a-" She stopped when she noticed Harry.
"Oh mum, this is Harry." Ron said.
"Hello Harry, who are you here with?" She asked, looking around to see if he seemed to be with a parent or someone.
"Umm... I'm trying to get to Hogwarts." Harry said, hoping she could help him.
"Hogwarts? Why do you want to go there?" Ron asked.
"I live there..." Harry said
Fred and George gasped.
"Are you Harry Potter?" They said at the same time.
Harry nodded.
"Bill and Charlie told us about you, you live there with Snape."
Harry nodded again. "I need to get back to him." Harry said looking back at Ron's mum.
"Well why don't you come back to our house and I'll contact Dumbledore from there okay?" Ron's mum said.
Harry nodded and Ron smiled.
"What Quidditch team do you follow...?" Ron began excitedly.
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Harry loved the Weasleys home. Everything was everywhere. Nothing was normal. And he got along well with Ron and the rest of his brothers. He didn't actually see his sister.
Ron's room was full of Quidditch posters and of people he had never heard of.
The food they had was great. Harry hadn't eaten much when at the Dursleys, but Mrs Weasley served him enough food to probably fill three grown men. He looked over at the rest of the family to see that they were all digging in. he couldn't help but smile as he too started to eat dinner.
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Mrs Weasley had tried to get in contact with Dumbledore at Hogwarts but he wasn't there so she sent an owl, telling him that they had found Harry at Diagon Alley and that he was currently with them.
It wasn't until late that night that Severus came in through the Weasleys fireplace which Mrs Weasley had left going just in case.
Molly was packing up, just having put everybody to bed. Her husband was working late as usual. As she was just about to head up the stairs to go to bed she heard the fire blaze and then the sound of someone dusting themselves off.
She went back into the living room to find Severus Snape dusting his robes off, trying to get some of the soot that was there off.
"Professor Snape?" Molly said, making sure it was indeed him.
"Mrs Weasley..." Severus said, looking up from where he was.
"Professor, he's up here. Sweet little boy isn't he. Very polite. I think my boys could take a few lessons from him." She said, leading Severus up the stairs.
"Is he hurt?" Severus asked, concerned.
"Hurt?" Molly stopped dead in her tracks, turning back to face Severus.
"Yes, hurt, injured, harmed, wound-" Severus started but Molly put her hand up indicating for him to shut up.
"He didn't mention anything and I didn't notice him to be in any pain, but have a look for yourself." Then she continued walking up the stairs for another couple of steps and quietly opened up a door.
She indicated for Severus to go first.
Severus entered the room and saw two boys sleeping in there. He went over to the bed Harry was on and bent down in front of him.
He thought about waking him up but then decided against it, deciding to wait until they were both back at Hogwarts. So he carefully picked Harry up, trying not to wake him up as he did.
He walked out of the room and shut the door, not seeing Molly anywhere and headed back downstairs.
Once down there he saw Molly by the fireplace.
"Thankyou for taking care of him today." Severus said.
"It was a pleasure, if ever you need someone to watch him, feel free to bring him around." Molly said
Severus only nodded and then putting some powder into the fire he stepped in and yelled 'Hogwarts'.
Once they were back in Severus' quarters, Severus took Harry back into his room.
He sat Harry on his bed he knelled down in front of him and tried to wake him.
"Harry... Harry..." Severus whispered, trying to wake him.
Harry began to stir. He opened his eyes and someone placed his glasses on him.
"Harry, are you okay?" Severus asked.
Harry rubbed his eyes and then looked at Severus
"Severus!" Harry whispered smiling, feeling too tired to put the effort in to hug him.
"Are you okay Harry?" Severus asked again, worry in his voice.
"Tired..." Harry said, closing his eyes again.
"Harry!" Severus said, trying to keep Harry awake. "Did something happen at the Dursleys?"
Harry opened his eyes and looked at Severus. He just nodded.
"What Harry, what happened?" Severus asked, dread starting to fill him.
Harry just shook his head. "I'm so tired..."
"Harry!" Severus said warningly.
Harry still didn't say anything, so Severus took his head, and checked it in the light. Seeing if there was any sign of it being hit or anything to suggest abuse. He couldn't see any marks so he took Harry's arm.
Harry winced slightly as he took hold of it. He closed his eyes.
Severus noticing his wince pulled the sleeve up, seeing bruises all over it. He lifted the other sleeve of his arm and saw the same thing.
Severus shook his head at seeing the bruising, and then poked his chest. Harry bit his lip, trying not to cry out in pain and jerked away from Severus. He backed up until he was on the other side of the bed, leaning against the wall. He brought his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, letting his forehead lean in his knees, hiding his face and his tears.
"I need to see what is wrong if I am going to help you Harry." Severus said soothingly
"That man was there and he told my uncle." Harry said in a muffled voice, still not moving from where he was.
"What man? What did he tell your uncle?" Severus asked, knowing Harry was trying to stop Severus from knowing where else he was hurt, but Severus was curious as to what Harry was talking about.
"That man that was here before, that told me you were a Death Eater." Harry said, again not moving.
"Lucius Malfoy?" Severus asked, shocked. "What did he tell your uncle?"
"..."
"Harry" Severus sounded desperate, hoping to get something out of Harry.
"T-that there was a trial on at the moment and... and that he could go to jail. Why would he tell him that?" Harry asked, confused as to why he would do such a thing, finally looking up and at Severus.
'Probably hoping that your uncle would kill you' Severus thought, but he of course didn't tell Harry that.
"I'm not sure... Harry I need to see where else you're hurt." Severus replied. "I need to know if you need to go down to the Hospital Wing or not."
Harry defiantly didn't want to go to the hospital wing. He had only been in it a few times but he already didn't like being there.
"No, I don't want to go to the Hospital Wing..." Harry said desperately
"How bout this then... If you show me where you are hurt and let me take a look, I promise not to take you down to the hospital wing. But if it is serious Harry, I might have to get Madam Pomfrey to come up here. Okay... deal?" Severus asked, watching as Harry thought about what he had said.
Harry nodded and then took his shirt off, showing Severus his back and chest. All bruised.
Severus couldn't believe that his uncle had done that to him. A child! It was outrageous.
Severus checked to see if any of his bones were broken. Satisfied that there wasn't he helped Harry get changed into his pyjamas and put him to bed, giving him a few potions to ease the pain and bruises.