Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters within. That is the sole property of J.K Rowlings.
Reposted and fleshed out a bit. Just a bit.
A.N. This little ditty popped into my head, and wouldn't leave me alone. It's very rough right now, just figured I'd use it has my first ever fan fiction before I lose my nerve and never ever post anything. So I know it's not great. But it's mine.
Harry looked back at the house and rubbed his cheek with one hand. The pan had glanced off it has he walked towards the door. Normally he could have ducked, but he was distracted, not to mention off balance.
Snape paused in the lawn. With a quick jerk on Harry's wrist he had the boy facing him. His eyes flickered to the pan that had landed in the threshold and Harry's face. A red mark was already forming. He silently cursed Dumbledore, Voldemort and whoever the hell developed into the progenitor of the wizarding race.
"Potter, why does that beast of a woman hate you so much? Are you has badly behaved in your home as you are at Hogwarts?" Snape sneered. More to fill time while he found a secluded place to apparate from, that out of any real curiosity, well maybe some curiosity.
Harry laughed sarcastically at the very idea. Only in their minds could surviving be construed has misbehaving. Unfortunately he laughed out loud.
Harry winced has the grip on his wrist tightened. Even more when his arm was shaken sharply. When this failed to get a response, Snape's face twisted into what could be called a look of interest.
Harry shrugged and responded.
"You and Aunt Petunia seem to have a lot in common, Professor."
Snape glowered at being compared to a muggle. A wizard-abusing muggle at that. Has he opened his mouth to upbraid the impertinent boy, Harry shook from his wrist from Snape's grasp. A red mark was already forming.
"You both hate me because I was born."