Rescue & Return
Professor Snape apparated to the dark alleyway near Privet drive. He walked
to the front door and knocked roughly. A short fat blond boy that looked
about Harry's age opened the door. Looks like the boy isn't underfed then,
if his cousin is this size. Good.
"I've come to see Harry Potter" Severus said in his usual stern commanding
tone.
"Daddy! There's someone here for the freak!" The fat pig of a boy bellowed,
waddling down the hall.
Severus wasted no time, and instead of waiting for Dursley to come to the door, he strode straight in, and encountered Vernon Dursley in the kitchen. So that's where that fat child gets his...bulk. "Get out of my house! You're another one of those freaks, aren't you? I know what you're kind is like! Get off my property before I call the police!" "Where is the Potter boy?" Severus snarled, whipping out his wand and pointing it straight in Vernon Dursley's bulging purple face. Dursley visibly cowered at the sight of his wand. Scared of magic, eh? Damn ignorant fool. When the man didn't answer, Severus took this as a bad sign. He scowled and stormed out into the hall and up the stairs, not noticing the petrified figures of Petunia Dursley and her son, as he maneuvered past them, and ignoring the shouts of Vernon Dursley. "The freak deserved everything he got!"
Now, where to look first? He soon figured this out as he saw a door heavily locked with five padlocks. He quickly unlocked them and flung the door open, letting him see into a small room with no light. He muttered 'Lumos' and a green-tinged light filled the room. The sight that met his eyes was horrendous. He couldn't believe the boy in front of him was Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
The room was empty of all but a mattress in one corner, and a bucket in the other. The carpet was blood stained, and a smell of blood and vomit lingered in the air. He was far too used to that smell from working as a death eater; he shouldn't have to smell it in a muggle home. The room was cold, and he shivered through his thick clothes. Dried blood was settled over the mattress in the corner and the bucket was full of dark red and bloody bodily waste. He looked back towards the mattress and noticed a boy huddled in the corner. Is that Harry Potter? He looks so different. Harry was wearing an old T-shirt that was several sizes too large; his clothes were barely fit to be called rags. His hair had grown to his shoulders and was matted with dried blood. His face was also covered in blood and bruises, which were situated up and down his skinny arms and his face. The left side of his jaw was swollen and purple. He was barely skin and bone, beneath the T-shirt he was wearing you could see his ribs outlined through the cloth.
Severus rushed over to the unconscious child in a flash. Upon closer inspection, Severus noted that Harry's face and bone structure had started changing too. His nose looked longer, and his cheek bones more defined. His face was more pointed and less boyish. His hair was straight. His hair was straight! Oh god.... He looks like me!
Severus then slowly scooped the child into his arms as carefully as possible; he didn't want to injure the child even more. Damn he's light. Despite Harry's unawareness to the world around him, he let out a low groan of pain, as he was picked up. Severus took him carefully down the stairs, but nearly stumbled at the top, and Harry woke up slowly and groggily. "Professor?" He said, upon seeing his potions master. Severus just inclined his head into a nod. "Where are your things?" He asked gently. "Floorboard...near...mattress" The boy managed between breaths. Severus ran back into the room and saw a loose floorboard near the mattress. He retrieved the items from inside it. All that was there was his wand, his invisibility cloak, and the marauders map. He shrunk the cloak and then put them all in his pocket. "What about the rest of it?" "...Don't know..." He breathed slowly. Severus carried on down the stairs.
Harry looked at his relatives as they came closer to the kitchen. "Where is his trunk?" Severus snarled at the mismatched family in the corner. "HA! You think we'd keep THAT in the house? What, so he could go around killing anyone he wanted? We burnt that as soon as we got hold of it!" He said, a madly sadistic tone in his voice. Surely he wasn't proud of what he's done to the boy? Then Uncle Vernon turned to Harry. "You boy! If you leave, then I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you because you deserve to die a painful death, just like your parents did!" He yelled, his face getting purpler by the second. Upon hearing this, Harry subconsciously buried himself further into Severus' hold, and Severus felt himself getting angry. He was angry at both the effects it had on Harry, and the remark itself. What he wouldn't give to just shut that man up by telling him he was Harry's father and giving him a good cruciatus curse on the side. I will not get angry.
He walked straight past the Dursleys, not realizing he was holding the boy tighter and closer to him protectively. Just as he got to the door, he stopped, and swiveled around. "Don't think this is the last of it! I haven't finished with you!" And with that, he strode out of Privet drive, and into the alleyway, apparating himself and his son back to Hogwarts.
Severus wasted no time, and instead of waiting for Dursley to come to the door, he strode straight in, and encountered Vernon Dursley in the kitchen. So that's where that fat child gets his...bulk. "Get out of my house! You're another one of those freaks, aren't you? I know what you're kind is like! Get off my property before I call the police!" "Where is the Potter boy?" Severus snarled, whipping out his wand and pointing it straight in Vernon Dursley's bulging purple face. Dursley visibly cowered at the sight of his wand. Scared of magic, eh? Damn ignorant fool. When the man didn't answer, Severus took this as a bad sign. He scowled and stormed out into the hall and up the stairs, not noticing the petrified figures of Petunia Dursley and her son, as he maneuvered past them, and ignoring the shouts of Vernon Dursley. "The freak deserved everything he got!"
Now, where to look first? He soon figured this out as he saw a door heavily locked with five padlocks. He quickly unlocked them and flung the door open, letting him see into a small room with no light. He muttered 'Lumos' and a green-tinged light filled the room. The sight that met his eyes was horrendous. He couldn't believe the boy in front of him was Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
The room was empty of all but a mattress in one corner, and a bucket in the other. The carpet was blood stained, and a smell of blood and vomit lingered in the air. He was far too used to that smell from working as a death eater; he shouldn't have to smell it in a muggle home. The room was cold, and he shivered through his thick clothes. Dried blood was settled over the mattress in the corner and the bucket was full of dark red and bloody bodily waste. He looked back towards the mattress and noticed a boy huddled in the corner. Is that Harry Potter? He looks so different. Harry was wearing an old T-shirt that was several sizes too large; his clothes were barely fit to be called rags. His hair had grown to his shoulders and was matted with dried blood. His face was also covered in blood and bruises, which were situated up and down his skinny arms and his face. The left side of his jaw was swollen and purple. He was barely skin and bone, beneath the T-shirt he was wearing you could see his ribs outlined through the cloth.
Severus rushed over to the unconscious child in a flash. Upon closer inspection, Severus noted that Harry's face and bone structure had started changing too. His nose looked longer, and his cheek bones more defined. His face was more pointed and less boyish. His hair was straight. His hair was straight! Oh god.... He looks like me!
Severus then slowly scooped the child into his arms as carefully as possible; he didn't want to injure the child even more. Damn he's light. Despite Harry's unawareness to the world around him, he let out a low groan of pain, as he was picked up. Severus took him carefully down the stairs, but nearly stumbled at the top, and Harry woke up slowly and groggily. "Professor?" He said, upon seeing his potions master. Severus just inclined his head into a nod. "Where are your things?" He asked gently. "Floorboard...near...mattress" The boy managed between breaths. Severus ran back into the room and saw a loose floorboard near the mattress. He retrieved the items from inside it. All that was there was his wand, his invisibility cloak, and the marauders map. He shrunk the cloak and then put them all in his pocket. "What about the rest of it?" "...Don't know..." He breathed slowly. Severus carried on down the stairs.
Harry looked at his relatives as they came closer to the kitchen. "Where is his trunk?" Severus snarled at the mismatched family in the corner. "HA! You think we'd keep THAT in the house? What, so he could go around killing anyone he wanted? We burnt that as soon as we got hold of it!" He said, a madly sadistic tone in his voice. Surely he wasn't proud of what he's done to the boy? Then Uncle Vernon turned to Harry. "You boy! If you leave, then I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you because you deserve to die a painful death, just like your parents did!" He yelled, his face getting purpler by the second. Upon hearing this, Harry subconsciously buried himself further into Severus' hold, and Severus felt himself getting angry. He was angry at both the effects it had on Harry, and the remark itself. What he wouldn't give to just shut that man up by telling him he was Harry's father and giving him a good cruciatus curse on the side. I will not get angry.
He walked straight past the Dursleys, not realizing he was holding the boy tighter and closer to him protectively. Just as he got to the door, he stopped, and swiveled around. "Don't think this is the last of it! I haven't finished with you!" And with that, he strode out of Privet drive, and into the alleyway, apparating himself and his son back to Hogwarts.