Disclaimer: No, I still do not own this. Drat.

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to all males who have ever worn woman's panties. sniffles and wipes away a tear

Oh, And I promise not so many Author's Notes will appear in this chapter. gonk face

If any of you were wondering, of course Harry is still wearing frilly girl's panties with his male clothing! He's not about to use someone else's underwear, is he? XD

Harry spent the remainder of the day curled up in bed, the fact that he was going "home" not quite sinking in. Severus woke him up the next morning at an ungodly hour, and pushed Harry into the bathroom to get ready, and waited outside the room impatiently. Harry, not wholly awake, went about his normal morning routine out of habit, which of course, included the application of his cosmetics. Yawning loudly, he stumbled of the restroom, took the trunk that Severus chucked at him, and allowed himself to be drug off the grounds and be apperated not far from Harry's relative's house.

On the walk there, it suddenly hit Harry where exactly they were going, and stumbled in his pumps (The only shoes that Harry could wear were his own, as he could find none that would fit properly) and abruptly stopped walking. He couldn't go back there.

Harry looked around at all the muggles wandering the streets, and then back at Severus, who was glaring back at him, wondering why he had stopped moving. Making up his mind, he hastily spun around and bolted in the opposite direction of Privet Drive, making sure to stay in the crowds. Severus was gaining in on him, and hoping that he still looked enough like a girl with his hair cut short again, grabbed onto a large intimidating woman in a bold flower print dress, "Help! That man's chasing me and I have no idea who he is! He tried to put his hands up my shirt!"

Seeing Severus near them, Harry let out a yelp and dashed down the street again. Severus, still intent of chasing after Harry, failed to notice the large colorful woman's foot flying toward his crotch. Severus stumbled to the sidewalk, and was immediately hit with a barrage of blows from the woman's hefty purse. "Help! Pervert!"

Harry took as many corners as he could until he was completely out of breath and could no longer run. Spotting a lady's lingerie shop, he quickly made his way inside, clutching his side. One of the employees gave him an odd look, and Harry smiled awkwardly at her, grabbed some random bras off their racks, and made his way into the fitting rooms. Once there he sank to the floor, trying to regain his breath. He knew that he couldn't stay in the dressing room for too long, as it would seem rather suspicious, but decided to milk the time he had for all it's worth. He could always go back out, grab more bras, and "try those on".

Severus, however, wasn't stupid. He had placed a tracking charm over Harry in case he actually did try to run. After escaping from the crowd of angry muggles, it wasn't long before he had made his way to the lingerie shop. Spelling the muggles in the shop, he forcefully towed Harry out by the arm, telling him that if he tried anything like that again, Severus would kill him, consequences be damned.

They were walking up the steps outside the house when Harry's began to badly shake and immediately dissolved into tears. "Good Lord, Potter, Yes your relatives will be cross with you for running away, but don't you think you're being a bit overdramatic?"

Harry continued to sob and wiped his nose on his sleeve. Severus looked on with a disgusted look and loudly rapped on the door, eager to be done with this. The door opened a bit later to reveal an extremely obese boy around Harry's age, who looked over at Harry and scowled, "Dad! Potter came back!"

An equally obese man hurriedly approached the door, scowling even more then his son had been, "Well, I see you want us to take you back in."

Harry shook his head and hiccupped, "N-no!"

Vernon scowled further, "Don't speak unless you're spoken to, boy!" (never mind that Vernon had spoken to Harry) and took in his appearance, "Boy, are you wearing makeup?"

Dudley's eyes bulged, and, seeing that his father was right, began to guffaw loudly. Vernon narrowed his eyes at Harry, "What have I told you about that kind of behavior?"

Severus interrupted, wanting to leave and get back to his business, "Excuse me, I am Mr. Potter's professor, Severus Snape. It seems your nephew was hiding out in a bookstore in London, and had been disguising himself as a girl. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more pressing matters to attend to." At this Severus turned, preparing to descend the steps, when Harry suddenly flung himself at him, clutching the back of his robes in a death grip.

"Potter, what the bloody Hell do you think you're doing?!"

Severus spun around, jerking his robes out of Harry's hands, but he just latched onto the front of his robes desperately, "Please don't make me go back there! I'll do anything!"

Harry's eyes were frantic, and his voice had a hysterical edge to it. Severus frowned and tried to pry his robes out of Harry's hands, "Stop this at once, Potter."

Harry shook his head vigorously, "No! If you make me go back there, I swear I'll kill myself!"

Severus froze at that admission. It wouldn't do for the one person who could defeat the Dark Lord to commit suicide. Severus was fairly sure that Harry hadn't meant it, but Severus knew full well that Harry, like his father, was rash and not prone to thinking. He sighed loudly in defeat, "Alright Potter, We'll see what the Headmaster has to say about this," He turned to Vernon, who was practically radiating anger, "We'll contact you after he talks to a mediwitch."

Once they had gotten to the Three Broomsticks, Severus flooed Hogwarts, ignoring the looks He and Harry was getting, and Harry was still sniffling quietly and scrubbing at his eye makeup. Severus, much to his dismay, got a recorded message from Dumbledore that he had been pulled away on business and would return in a week. All the other teachers, being sane, were all at their homes for the summer, which meant that Severus had to wait out the week with Harry in his care. Severus groaned, he was supposed to be returning to his manor today. He'd just have to bring Harry with him. 

Severus could tell that Harry was in awe of the manor as he showed him to one of the guest rooms. "This is the room that you'll be using. Just… Try not to do anything stupid for once, will you, Potter? And with that he shut the door and pinched the bridge of his nose. He needed a drink. A hard drink.

Harry, after sitting in his room for around an hour, had decided that he'd rather talk to Severus then sit in the room any longer. He got lost twice before a chanced upon Severus' study, and noticed that the light was on. Harry timidly stepped into the room and shuffled over barefoot to where Severus stood replacing a book, intent on thanking him for keeping him here. Severus, not noticing that Harry was in the room, backed up into him and spun around startled, which caused them to be in a very close vicinity to one another.

Smell is said to be the closest of our senses, which would probably explain Harry's behavior. Severus had built up quite an alcohol tolerance, and as he had been drinking, was not dunk, just feeling slightly fuzzy. But Harry could still smell the alcohol on him, and the memories came rushing back.

Harry was back in his room at Privet Drive, lying on his mattress not quite asleep, listening to his uncle ascend the stairs after his typical night at the bar. However, tonight, the heavy footsteps stopped outside Harry's door. He sat up as Vernon entered the room roaring drunk and reeking of alcohol, "Uncle Vernon?"

Vernon crossed the room and backhanded him harshly, "Fucking faggot. I will not tolerate you spreading your dirty thoughts and ways around this house. Every time you make me think those unnatural thoughts again, I'll be sure to remind you why it's sick."

By now Harry was quite confused, and was having trouble focusing on what Vernon was saying as flecks of spit were hitting his face with every word. Vernon grabbed a fistful of Harry's hair and roughly tossed him onto the ground.

Hands were touching him now. Hot whisky laden breath on his face, the sound of a zipper coming undone, hands brutally fisting his hair and jerking his head back, Vernon grunting in the back of his throat and forcing his mouth open… And someone was shaking him. Harry's eyes snapped open and he shrieked, trying to claw away from the man shaking him.

Severus managed to get Harry to calm down a bit, but the boy was still staring up at him with his eyes wide and absolutely terrified, before the tears came. Severus let Harry slip to the floor who proceeded to empty his stomach onto the hardwood floor.

A/N: Nyahg. I hate for this to turn into another "poor Harry, he was forced to suck off his uncle" fic, but I had to have Harry run away for some reason. He just doesn't seem the type to randomly run off and cross-dress for no reason, ya' know? shrugs Feed me reviews to inspire me, and read "The MASH Fics: Volume Percy"! And review that also! I command you! …Please?