Lost and Afraid
By: Angedelamorte
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it (duh) I'm just a fan driven by boredom to actually do something with my life.
Author's Note: OMG! I'm actually getting reviews (gasp!). This chapter shouldn't be as short as the first one. Thank you to every one who reviewed! I'd like to congratulate The Earth Mystic for being my first reviewer!
Means thoughts
Upon reaching Number 4 Privet Drive Severus had come up with a thousand and one ways to injure Potter when he reminded him to write in the future. Severus opened the door of Number four with a simple "Alohamora" When he got into the house he was rather shocked. It looked as if no Potter even existed.
"Probably the wrong address," he muttered to absolutely no one in particular, "Might as well have a look around."
He took a quick walk around the first floor. It was just a basic Muggle household. A kitchen, dining room, front room, and living room, it looked as if a wizard didn't even live in that house.
Severus was on his way to going up the stairs when he sensed something in the cupboard under the stairs. He went over to said cupboard and opened it up. All that was in there was an old mattress, but something wasn't right. He sensed something and that something was bad. It was pain and loneliness.
"Strange," he muttered and continued up the stairs.
The first room held a rather large muggle, the second, a fatter muggle and a thin one. Severus was about to turn back when something silver caught his eye. A padlock. "Why is there a padlock on the door?" he asked himself.
He went over to the door and opened it up. It was a bedroom and a rather pathetic one at that. All that was there was a small lumpy mattress. It was very dark in there and Severus could not see what was so important to lock up. He lit up his wand with a quick "Lumos" and a small arch of light emerged from the tip of the wand.
The room was in more of a mess than he'd originally thought. There were these strange dark spots all over the floor. And there was something shiny on the floor, a knife? What was a knife doing on the floor in a bedroom? Severus picked up the knife and the emotion he felt from it almost caused him to drop it back down. Hate and pain. What was a muggle doing with a knife that could case so much pain? Now, Severus could think of a lot of painful things because he'd experienced them firsthand, but the people he knew weren't what you'd call normal.
"So many questions and so few answers," Severus mumbled as he took a few more steps into the room. As he took those steps something cringed on the bed. What in the hell? Severus thought. He stepped closer to the bed, to get a closer look, it shook again.
When he could actually see the bed, Severus saw that there was a thread bare blanket covering what seemed to be a human boy. "Potter?" he asked.
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Author's Note: Now wasn't that an amazing end? Yeah, I hate cliffies too. So, I guess you guys can have some more.
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The only response Severus got was a slight shake of the blanket. What a waste of my time, Severus thought, Let's get this over with.
Severus grabbed the blanket and pulled it off the bed.
What happened next will always be imprinted on the Potion Master's mind.
Harry Potter went into action, he swung he kicked he did every thing in his power to get away from Severus. He had a lot of vigor for someone in such bad shape as he was. His body was a mass of cuts and bruises. Yet, there was one mark that was not seem by our startled Potion Master. It was the mark on Harry's soul. It was the mark that made Harry trust no one.
Harry's breathing grew ragged yet he still tried to swing. "Potter! Cut that out this instant!" Severus yelled completely forgetting about the muggles in the next room.
Harry shied away and attempted to fit himself in the corner of his room. Severus bent over Harry and tried to examine him, but Harry wouldn't let Severus touch him. "Glorious," Severus muttered.
Then Severus heard the cocking of a gun, "Get away from the boy, now!" Vernon Dursley yelled to the strange visitor.
"And how are you going to make me?" Severus retorted, "Come on Potter, we're leaving."
"You don't touch that boy or I'll kill you. I swear!"
"Yeah, right Dursley."
"That's it! I warned you!" Vernon yelled and fired.
Severus saw the bullet coming yet there was nothing he could do. He was dead, he knew it. Then, when the bullet was supposed to hit. Nothing. Potter had jumped in front of the bullet for him.
Severus whipped out his wand, "I suggest you leave, Mr. Dursley." He said very slowly, "Or I feel I'll have to kill you for the sport." Dursley was gone.
He took one look at Potter. It was bad. It looked as if Vernon had broken several of his ribs, his leg was awfully swollen, and he had a bullet lodged in his shoulder. "Looks like your out for the Quidditch season," Severus said.
"S'ok," Harry said, "Banned."
Severus was taken aback. The boy was still conscious? It seemed impossible. "Is there anything you would like to take with?" he asked.
"Floorboard under bed, album." Severus looked under the bed and saw a loose floor board. Under that was an old album full of pictures of Lilly and James Potter.
Lilly, Severus thought then he shook himself. Now is not the time to dwell in the past. He told himself.
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Author's Note: See its longer, kinda. If I get like five reviews you may get a new chapter. But I'll probably put one up Friday anyway. So tell me, how is it going? What can I do to make it better? Any suggestions?
By: Angedelamorte
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it (duh) I'm just a fan driven by boredom to actually do something with my life.
Author's Note: OMG! I'm actually getting reviews (gasp!). This chapter shouldn't be as short as the first one. Thank you to every one who reviewed! I'd like to congratulate The Earth Mystic for being my first reviewer!
Means thoughts
Upon reaching Number 4 Privet Drive Severus had come up with a thousand and one ways to injure Potter when he reminded him to write in the future. Severus opened the door of Number four with a simple "Alohamora" When he got into the house he was rather shocked. It looked as if no Potter even existed.
"Probably the wrong address," he muttered to absolutely no one in particular, "Might as well have a look around."
He took a quick walk around the first floor. It was just a basic Muggle household. A kitchen, dining room, front room, and living room, it looked as if a wizard didn't even live in that house.
Severus was on his way to going up the stairs when he sensed something in the cupboard under the stairs. He went over to said cupboard and opened it up. All that was in there was an old mattress, but something wasn't right. He sensed something and that something was bad. It was pain and loneliness.
"Strange," he muttered and continued up the stairs.
The first room held a rather large muggle, the second, a fatter muggle and a thin one. Severus was about to turn back when something silver caught his eye. A padlock. "Why is there a padlock on the door?" he asked himself.
He went over to the door and opened it up. It was a bedroom and a rather pathetic one at that. All that was there was a small lumpy mattress. It was very dark in there and Severus could not see what was so important to lock up. He lit up his wand with a quick "Lumos" and a small arch of light emerged from the tip of the wand.
The room was in more of a mess than he'd originally thought. There were these strange dark spots all over the floor. And there was something shiny on the floor, a knife? What was a knife doing on the floor in a bedroom? Severus picked up the knife and the emotion he felt from it almost caused him to drop it back down. Hate and pain. What was a muggle doing with a knife that could case so much pain? Now, Severus could think of a lot of painful things because he'd experienced them firsthand, but the people he knew weren't what you'd call normal.
"So many questions and so few answers," Severus mumbled as he took a few more steps into the room. As he took those steps something cringed on the bed. What in the hell? Severus thought. He stepped closer to the bed, to get a closer look, it shook again.
When he could actually see the bed, Severus saw that there was a thread bare blanket covering what seemed to be a human boy. "Potter?" he asked.
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Author's Note: Now wasn't that an amazing end? Yeah, I hate cliffies too. So, I guess you guys can have some more.
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The only response Severus got was a slight shake of the blanket. What a waste of my time, Severus thought, Let's get this over with.
Severus grabbed the blanket and pulled it off the bed.
What happened next will always be imprinted on the Potion Master's mind.
Harry Potter went into action, he swung he kicked he did every thing in his power to get away from Severus. He had a lot of vigor for someone in such bad shape as he was. His body was a mass of cuts and bruises. Yet, there was one mark that was not seem by our startled Potion Master. It was the mark on Harry's soul. It was the mark that made Harry trust no one.
Harry's breathing grew ragged yet he still tried to swing. "Potter! Cut that out this instant!" Severus yelled completely forgetting about the muggles in the next room.
Harry shied away and attempted to fit himself in the corner of his room. Severus bent over Harry and tried to examine him, but Harry wouldn't let Severus touch him. "Glorious," Severus muttered.
Then Severus heard the cocking of a gun, "Get away from the boy, now!" Vernon Dursley yelled to the strange visitor.
"And how are you going to make me?" Severus retorted, "Come on Potter, we're leaving."
"You don't touch that boy or I'll kill you. I swear!"
"Yeah, right Dursley."
"That's it! I warned you!" Vernon yelled and fired.
Severus saw the bullet coming yet there was nothing he could do. He was dead, he knew it. Then, when the bullet was supposed to hit. Nothing. Potter had jumped in front of the bullet for him.
Severus whipped out his wand, "I suggest you leave, Mr. Dursley." He said very slowly, "Or I feel I'll have to kill you for the sport." Dursley was gone.
He took one look at Potter. It was bad. It looked as if Vernon had broken several of his ribs, his leg was awfully swollen, and he had a bullet lodged in his shoulder. "Looks like your out for the Quidditch season," Severus said.
"S'ok," Harry said, "Banned."
Severus was taken aback. The boy was still conscious? It seemed impossible. "Is there anything you would like to take with?" he asked.
"Floorboard under bed, album." Severus looked under the bed and saw a loose floor board. Under that was an old album full of pictures of Lilly and James Potter.
Lilly, Severus thought then he shook himself. Now is not the time to dwell in the past. He told himself.
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Author's Note: See its longer, kinda. If I get like five reviews you may get a new chapter. But I'll probably put one up Friday anyway. So tell me, how is it going? What can I do to make it better? Any suggestions?