Disclaimer: you know the drill....I don't own anything of Harry Potter---'s all J.K Rowling's....yup
Chapter 1
It was a bright August after noon in the picturesque neighborhood of Privet Drive. The lawns were finely manicured, the shining new cars were displayed in the driveway. Everything was prim and perfect, and nobody couldn't be happier. Except for three people, of course—Harry Potter (yes, yes, we know: the Boy who Lived), Snape (or Snapie to those that ridiculed him), and the most infamous wizard of all—Voldemort himself. (Ol' moldie Voldie. Harhar.)
Harry, of course, just endured his daily mental thrashing this fine morning, by none other than Uncle Vernon. Humiliated, the Boy who Lived stomped upstairs to the attic, and sat facing the outside window. "Why me?" he thought angrily. "Of all the people I could have been living with, why the Dursleys?" This brought on an onslaught of memories from the year before. Of his parents. And more recently, of Sirius, his deceased godfather.
But then, Harry heard a familiar noise—the noise of a Portkey.
Moments later, he found himself looking at the strangest sight he had ever seen in his entire life. Voldemort, dressed as a farmer, cursing extremely loudly, at a tiny (though ferocious) black, oily chipmunk apparently named Snape. "Hey...!!!" Suddenly Harry realized this boring summer day was to transform into something that went far beyond the realms of his imagination.