.:Problems in the bloodline:.
Summery: When Harry gets abused, and suffers from the memories of his fourth year, Harry starts to feel like he no longer CAN feel. Harry gets help from his friends, and one Severus Snape. But when Harry finds out the truth about his blood line, nobody can help him, except his worst enemy. HP/HG DM/GW RW/LB.
This story is written by two different people, (we take turns writing chapters). We joined together to make this story, (thus the plural in Hot_Gurlz) . Please look up our other screen names: Guardian Angel of Wolves, And Mekare070389, THNX!!!!!
Spoilers: 1-4 (we started this before OOTP came out, so in this story Harry is going into his 5th year)
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter. If we did we wouldn't be writing Fanfics, we would be working on the actual book, and make money. JK Rowling owns the Harry Potter books, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH! You get the idea.
This chapter is written by Mekare.
Pain, and an odd rescuer
It was a quiet night on Privet Drive, everyone was fast asleep, and not a single light was on. Or so it seemed. In the smallest room of number 4, a fifteen year old boy, by the name of Harry Potter, lay awake in his bed, very much awake. Harry had given up sleeping, for every time Harry fell asleep, he was haunted by memories of his fourth year. Harry spent his school years at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, where he just finished his fourth and worst year ever. In that particular year Harry had witnessed Voldemorts rebirthing. Voldemort was the most feared wizard of their time, and the creature, (for surely he couldn't be a man), who had killed Harry's parents. Harry was sent to live with his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and their pet pig they had the nerve to call their son, (Dudley).
(Authors note: Okay sick of doing recap, you all know who Harry Potter is)
When Harry arrived home after his fourth year, all of his belongings had been locked in the cupboard under the stairs, and he was locked into his room right away, (which had been emptied). Harry was only fed a little each day, but he was unsure how long that would last. The Dursley's were terrified by magic so for fear of, as they said "Freaks" coming to their house, they had Harry write regulated letters to his friends everyday. Harry could tell that while he had been away at school, the Dursley's seemed to have hit a new record of insanity, (clearly the were still angry about the Ton Tongue Toffee incident, AND blamed Harry for it). Harry's window was bricked up, his door had twelve locks installed on it, and the Dursley's kept blaming Harry for everything that went wrong in their lives.
Everyday the list of problems seemed to get longer and worse. Harry knew it was only a matter of time before they started to REALLY take their anger out on him. What he didn't know was that it would be very soon indeed.
Two weeks after term ended, Harry heard the door slam so hard, it seemed to make the house tremble. "BOY!!!!!" Vernon yelled, marching up the stairs towards Harry's room. "HOW DID YOU DO IT YOU FILTHY LITTLE SH**?! DID YOU SNEAK OUT OF YOUR ROOM SOMEHOW?! DID YOU TAKE YOUR WAND?! YOU DID MAGIC! YOU'RE GONNA GET EXPELLED FROM THAT RUDDY SCHOOL NOW! THEN ALL THOSE FREAKS WILL FORGET ABOUT YOU! YOU'LL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN! NEVER!!!" Vernon's screaming was absolutely terrifying, "W-what did I do?" Harry asked frightened. "YOU KNOW BLOODY WELL WHAT YOU DID YOU F***ING PIECE OF SH**! HOW DID YOU DO IT?! HOW DID YOU GET ME FIRED?! YOU WILL PAY SO DEARLY FOR THIS! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A FREAK! ALL OF YOUR KIND ARE FREAKS! YOUR PARENTS DESERVED TO DIE!!! IT'S JUST A SHAME YOU DIDN'T GO DOWN WITH THEM!!!" Harry's blood started to boil, "My parents did not deserve to die." His fear of Vernon at the moment was the only thing that kept him from yelling. "DON'T YOU DARE TALK BACK TO ME!" Vernon yelled, and with that he grabbed Harry and tossed him against the hard wall. Harry started to whimper, "DON'T YOU WHINE AT ME! YOU BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELF!!!!" Vernon picked Harry up by his messy hair, and punched him hard in the gut. Harry fell to the floor, trying hard not to cry out. Vernon started to kick, punch, hurt. When Vernon finally left, Harry was lying unconscious, and bleeding on the floor.
Everyday after that was the same, Harry would be beaten for everything that went wrong in the Dursley's lives. Everyday Vernon would look for a job, and fail in getting one, so Harry was beaten. When Dudley was annoyed by ANYONE, Harry was beaten, even when Petunia spilled something, or didn't hear anything interesting when spying on the neighbors, Harry was beaten. It was always Vernon who did the beating, and Harry started to fear him, (and the twelve dreaded clicks of the locks on his door) more than anything.
When Harry's Birthday rolled around Harry thought hopefully, that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be beaten for this one day. "You know better than that." Said a little voice in the back of Harry's head, "They probably don't even remember that it's your birthday, and even if they did they would still beat you. What are you expecting, for them to throw a party?" No, but-maybe my friends will come and get me" Harry said aloud to the little voice in the back of his head, "You know they wont, they haven't even checked up on you, can't they tell something's wrong? They're your friends, and they don't even care enough to check up on you. They're probably off at the burrow, having the time of their lives, laughing about how YOU have to be here while they're having fun." The voice said mockingly "No, they have no reason to worry. I'VE BEEN WRITING LETTERS!" Harry yelled back. "Yes, REGULATED letters. Letters where Vernon tells you what to put. Can't they tell that you aren't acting normal? They're supposed to be friends, but THEY DON'T CARE!!" Harry narrowed his eyes, that little voice was right, it all made sense, they've known him since first year, and they can't even tell when he seemed to be acting odd, they didn't care. They just didn't care!
At that moment Harry heard the twelve locks, and all his anger, melted into fear. "Boy" Vernon said placidly, "Take a guess at what you did this time." "I-I don't know." Harry said stuttering, "wrong answer." And with that Vernon punched Harry, hard, in the gut. "P-PLEASE! DON'T! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!" Harry knew his attempt was a feeble one, but it was the only card he had to play. "Oh, you're birthday huh? Well in that case you should get a two for one deal." Vernon said with a smirk that rivaled that of Draco Malfoy. Vernon walked out of the room, leaving Harry bewildered at the meaning of Vernon's words. A few seconds later Vernon walked into the room, followed closely by Dudley, who was holding his smeltings stick. Realization hit Harry full force, "YOU'RE SICK! YOU ARE SO TWISTED! YOU BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF ME ENOUGH AS IT IS! BUT WHEN YOU REALIZE IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, YOU BRING YOUR SON IN HERE AND GET HIM TO BEAT ME! DO YOU GET PLEASURE IN WATCHING ME IN PAIN?! IN TEACHING YOUR ONLY SON TO BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF PEOPLE?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Harry knew he was going to pay for yelling, and calling Vernon sick, but he was too angry to care, nobody cared about him, not his "friends" not his "family" nobody! Vernon turned to Dudley and nodded, and with that they both hit Harry over and over. When they finally left Harry was in more pain than he could ever remember being in. "I'm going to die." he thought, and with that he passed out.
Later that day, while Vernon was watching the news, the doorbell rang. "Who the hell could that be?" Vernon muttered. When he opened the door there was a man standing there, he had horribly greasy hair, and looked totally ridiculous wearing green sweat pants, a tuxedo top, a cumber bund, and an odd looking pair of sandals. "Who are you?" Vernon asked in a demanding tone, "I am Severus Snape, I'm here to get Mr. Potter." the man said, "T- there's no Potter here! Now go." Vernon said,
"Are you not Vernon Dursley?"
"I am."
"And is this not Number 4 Privet Drive?"
"It is."
"Home to Harry Potter?"
"THERE IS NO HARRY POTTER HERE!!! NO GO BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE!"
" I assure you I have no wishes to be here, but everyone else is busy, so this job has been left to me, and if I have to hex you I will." Snape said, his wand in Vernon's face, "Now where is Harry Potter?" "Upstairs." Vernon said, frightened. Snape pushed passed Vernon and walked swiftly upstairs, stopping at the door with twelve locks, "If this is Potters room, that worthless muggle will regret it." Snape said unlocking the twelve locks. When he waked into the room he was shocked at the sight before him. There was Harry lying on the floor unconscious, every bit of his body was covered in bruises, and welts that looked as though they were made by some sort of stick. By the looks of Harry's right leg, and his left arm, Snape was pretty sure that they were broken. Snape looked around surveying the room, there were blood stains everywhere, there wasn't a bed, or even blankets, and there was no sign of Harry's school supplies, or any clothes, save the overly large, torn, bloodstained ones, Harry was currently wearing. For the first time Snape, felt truly sorry for giving Harry such a hard time. "Harry, Harry? Can you here me? Harry wake up?" Snape said kneeling beside the poor boy, un conscious to the fact that he was calling Harry by his first name rather than the usual 'Potter'. Snape noticed that Harry seemed to have lost quite a few pounds, "They probably barely feed him, if at all." Snape thought bitterly..
"Where are Harry's things." Snape said, as calmly as he could. He had walked downstairs to find the Dursley's huddling together in the kitchen, "I-In the cupboard under the stairs." Vernon managed to reply, Snape nodded,
"And his owl?"
"In my bedroom"
"How was Harry writing letters to his friends?"
"We made him, we told him what to write, and then we'd send it."
"I assume you had him write letters so nobody would get suspicious?"
"Yes."
"Well then, I guess the only thing left to ask is, why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you beat Harry"
"Because he used magic, to get me fired."
"Harry never used magic, the ministry of magic would have known, and Harry would have gotten a letter saying that he was expelled."
"Well, he was a freak anyway!" Dudley yelled out, surprising Snape, so far only Vernon had talked. "You must be Harry's cousin. Well, let me tell you that you are treading on dangerous grounds. I'm sure you don't know what the unforgivable curses are, but I can assure you, they aren't good, and it's taking all my strength not to use one on you right now." Snape shot back. "DON'T YOU DARE THREATEN MY SON!" Vernon yelled, clearly having gained some bravery back, "I WILL THREATEN HIM ALL I WANT! THERE WOULDN'T BE ANY PROBLEM IF YOU HADN'T BEATEN YOUR OWN NEPHEW! YOU ARE A COWARD TO BLAME YOUR GETTING FIRED ON HARRY! AND FOR BEATING HIM THE WAY YOU DID!" Vernon stepped back, looking very insulted, clearly no one had ever accused him of being a coward. "NOW STAY WHERE YOU ARE! I'LL BE RIGHT BACK!" Snape got together all of Harry's stuff and put it in the living room, then he went upstairs and did a quick spell to make Harry Levitate. When Snape got back downstairs, Harry levitating behind him, the Dursley's were still huddled in the kitchen, "I'll deal with you later." Snape growled, and with that Snape grabbed a hold of Harry's hand, and all his items, then reached into his pocket pulled out a pen, and disappeared.
Thanks for reading!!! I hope you liked the first Chapter! Please review!
Summery: When Harry gets abused, and suffers from the memories of his fourth year, Harry starts to feel like he no longer CAN feel. Harry gets help from his friends, and one Severus Snape. But when Harry finds out the truth about his blood line, nobody can help him, except his worst enemy. HP/HG DM/GW RW/LB.
This story is written by two different people, (we take turns writing chapters). We joined together to make this story, (thus the plural in Hot_Gurlz) . Please look up our other screen names: Guardian Angel of Wolves, And Mekare070389, THNX!!!!!
Spoilers: 1-4 (we started this before OOTP came out, so in this story Harry is going into his 5th year)
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter. If we did we wouldn't be writing Fanfics, we would be working on the actual book, and make money. JK Rowling owns the Harry Potter books, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH! You get the idea.
This chapter is written by Mekare.
Pain, and an odd rescuer
It was a quiet night on Privet Drive, everyone was fast asleep, and not a single light was on. Or so it seemed. In the smallest room of number 4, a fifteen year old boy, by the name of Harry Potter, lay awake in his bed, very much awake. Harry had given up sleeping, for every time Harry fell asleep, he was haunted by memories of his fourth year. Harry spent his school years at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, where he just finished his fourth and worst year ever. In that particular year Harry had witnessed Voldemorts rebirthing. Voldemort was the most feared wizard of their time, and the creature, (for surely he couldn't be a man), who had killed Harry's parents. Harry was sent to live with his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and their pet pig they had the nerve to call their son, (Dudley).
(Authors note: Okay sick of doing recap, you all know who Harry Potter is)
When Harry arrived home after his fourth year, all of his belongings had been locked in the cupboard under the stairs, and he was locked into his room right away, (which had been emptied). Harry was only fed a little each day, but he was unsure how long that would last. The Dursley's were terrified by magic so for fear of, as they said "Freaks" coming to their house, they had Harry write regulated letters to his friends everyday. Harry could tell that while he had been away at school, the Dursley's seemed to have hit a new record of insanity, (clearly the were still angry about the Ton Tongue Toffee incident, AND blamed Harry for it). Harry's window was bricked up, his door had twelve locks installed on it, and the Dursley's kept blaming Harry for everything that went wrong in their lives.
Everyday the list of problems seemed to get longer and worse. Harry knew it was only a matter of time before they started to REALLY take their anger out on him. What he didn't know was that it would be very soon indeed.
Two weeks after term ended, Harry heard the door slam so hard, it seemed to make the house tremble. "BOY!!!!!" Vernon yelled, marching up the stairs towards Harry's room. "HOW DID YOU DO IT YOU FILTHY LITTLE SH**?! DID YOU SNEAK OUT OF YOUR ROOM SOMEHOW?! DID YOU TAKE YOUR WAND?! YOU DID MAGIC! YOU'RE GONNA GET EXPELLED FROM THAT RUDDY SCHOOL NOW! THEN ALL THOSE FREAKS WILL FORGET ABOUT YOU! YOU'LL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN! NEVER!!!" Vernon's screaming was absolutely terrifying, "W-what did I do?" Harry asked frightened. "YOU KNOW BLOODY WELL WHAT YOU DID YOU F***ING PIECE OF SH**! HOW DID YOU DO IT?! HOW DID YOU GET ME FIRED?! YOU WILL PAY SO DEARLY FOR THIS! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A FREAK! ALL OF YOUR KIND ARE FREAKS! YOUR PARENTS DESERVED TO DIE!!! IT'S JUST A SHAME YOU DIDN'T GO DOWN WITH THEM!!!" Harry's blood started to boil, "My parents did not deserve to die." His fear of Vernon at the moment was the only thing that kept him from yelling. "DON'T YOU DARE TALK BACK TO ME!" Vernon yelled, and with that he grabbed Harry and tossed him against the hard wall. Harry started to whimper, "DON'T YOU WHINE AT ME! YOU BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELF!!!!" Vernon picked Harry up by his messy hair, and punched him hard in the gut. Harry fell to the floor, trying hard not to cry out. Vernon started to kick, punch, hurt. When Vernon finally left, Harry was lying unconscious, and bleeding on the floor.
Everyday after that was the same, Harry would be beaten for everything that went wrong in the Dursley's lives. Everyday Vernon would look for a job, and fail in getting one, so Harry was beaten. When Dudley was annoyed by ANYONE, Harry was beaten, even when Petunia spilled something, or didn't hear anything interesting when spying on the neighbors, Harry was beaten. It was always Vernon who did the beating, and Harry started to fear him, (and the twelve dreaded clicks of the locks on his door) more than anything.
When Harry's Birthday rolled around Harry thought hopefully, that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be beaten for this one day. "You know better than that." Said a little voice in the back of Harry's head, "They probably don't even remember that it's your birthday, and even if they did they would still beat you. What are you expecting, for them to throw a party?" No, but-maybe my friends will come and get me" Harry said aloud to the little voice in the back of his head, "You know they wont, they haven't even checked up on you, can't they tell something's wrong? They're your friends, and they don't even care enough to check up on you. They're probably off at the burrow, having the time of their lives, laughing about how YOU have to be here while they're having fun." The voice said mockingly "No, they have no reason to worry. I'VE BEEN WRITING LETTERS!" Harry yelled back. "Yes, REGULATED letters. Letters where Vernon tells you what to put. Can't they tell that you aren't acting normal? They're supposed to be friends, but THEY DON'T CARE!!" Harry narrowed his eyes, that little voice was right, it all made sense, they've known him since first year, and they can't even tell when he seemed to be acting odd, they didn't care. They just didn't care!
At that moment Harry heard the twelve locks, and all his anger, melted into fear. "Boy" Vernon said placidly, "Take a guess at what you did this time." "I-I don't know." Harry said stuttering, "wrong answer." And with that Vernon punched Harry, hard, in the gut. "P-PLEASE! DON'T! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!" Harry knew his attempt was a feeble one, but it was the only card he had to play. "Oh, you're birthday huh? Well in that case you should get a two for one deal." Vernon said with a smirk that rivaled that of Draco Malfoy. Vernon walked out of the room, leaving Harry bewildered at the meaning of Vernon's words. A few seconds later Vernon walked into the room, followed closely by Dudley, who was holding his smeltings stick. Realization hit Harry full force, "YOU'RE SICK! YOU ARE SO TWISTED! YOU BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF ME ENOUGH AS IT IS! BUT WHEN YOU REALIZE IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, YOU BRING YOUR SON IN HERE AND GET HIM TO BEAT ME! DO YOU GET PLEASURE IN WATCHING ME IN PAIN?! IN TEACHING YOUR ONLY SON TO BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF PEOPLE?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Harry knew he was going to pay for yelling, and calling Vernon sick, but he was too angry to care, nobody cared about him, not his "friends" not his "family" nobody! Vernon turned to Dudley and nodded, and with that they both hit Harry over and over. When they finally left Harry was in more pain than he could ever remember being in. "I'm going to die." he thought, and with that he passed out.
Later that day, while Vernon was watching the news, the doorbell rang. "Who the hell could that be?" Vernon muttered. When he opened the door there was a man standing there, he had horribly greasy hair, and looked totally ridiculous wearing green sweat pants, a tuxedo top, a cumber bund, and an odd looking pair of sandals. "Who are you?" Vernon asked in a demanding tone, "I am Severus Snape, I'm here to get Mr. Potter." the man said, "T- there's no Potter here! Now go." Vernon said,
"Are you not Vernon Dursley?"
"I am."
"And is this not Number 4 Privet Drive?"
"It is."
"Home to Harry Potter?"
"THERE IS NO HARRY POTTER HERE!!! NO GO BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE!"
" I assure you I have no wishes to be here, but everyone else is busy, so this job has been left to me, and if I have to hex you I will." Snape said, his wand in Vernon's face, "Now where is Harry Potter?" "Upstairs." Vernon said, frightened. Snape pushed passed Vernon and walked swiftly upstairs, stopping at the door with twelve locks, "If this is Potters room, that worthless muggle will regret it." Snape said unlocking the twelve locks. When he waked into the room he was shocked at the sight before him. There was Harry lying on the floor unconscious, every bit of his body was covered in bruises, and welts that looked as though they were made by some sort of stick. By the looks of Harry's right leg, and his left arm, Snape was pretty sure that they were broken. Snape looked around surveying the room, there were blood stains everywhere, there wasn't a bed, or even blankets, and there was no sign of Harry's school supplies, or any clothes, save the overly large, torn, bloodstained ones, Harry was currently wearing. For the first time Snape, felt truly sorry for giving Harry such a hard time. "Harry, Harry? Can you here me? Harry wake up?" Snape said kneeling beside the poor boy, un conscious to the fact that he was calling Harry by his first name rather than the usual 'Potter'. Snape noticed that Harry seemed to have lost quite a few pounds, "They probably barely feed him, if at all." Snape thought bitterly..
"Where are Harry's things." Snape said, as calmly as he could. He had walked downstairs to find the Dursley's huddling together in the kitchen, "I-In the cupboard under the stairs." Vernon managed to reply, Snape nodded,
"And his owl?"
"In my bedroom"
"How was Harry writing letters to his friends?"
"We made him, we told him what to write, and then we'd send it."
"I assume you had him write letters so nobody would get suspicious?"
"Yes."
"Well then, I guess the only thing left to ask is, why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you beat Harry"
"Because he used magic, to get me fired."
"Harry never used magic, the ministry of magic would have known, and Harry would have gotten a letter saying that he was expelled."
"Well, he was a freak anyway!" Dudley yelled out, surprising Snape, so far only Vernon had talked. "You must be Harry's cousin. Well, let me tell you that you are treading on dangerous grounds. I'm sure you don't know what the unforgivable curses are, but I can assure you, they aren't good, and it's taking all my strength not to use one on you right now." Snape shot back. "DON'T YOU DARE THREATEN MY SON!" Vernon yelled, clearly having gained some bravery back, "I WILL THREATEN HIM ALL I WANT! THERE WOULDN'T BE ANY PROBLEM IF YOU HADN'T BEATEN YOUR OWN NEPHEW! YOU ARE A COWARD TO BLAME YOUR GETTING FIRED ON HARRY! AND FOR BEATING HIM THE WAY YOU DID!" Vernon stepped back, looking very insulted, clearly no one had ever accused him of being a coward. "NOW STAY WHERE YOU ARE! I'LL BE RIGHT BACK!" Snape got together all of Harry's stuff and put it in the living room, then he went upstairs and did a quick spell to make Harry Levitate. When Snape got back downstairs, Harry levitating behind him, the Dursley's were still huddled in the kitchen, "I'll deal with you later." Snape growled, and with that Snape grabbed a hold of Harry's hand, and all his items, then reached into his pocket pulled out a pen, and disappeared.
Thanks for reading!!! I hope you liked the first Chapter! Please review!