Chapter 2: Seven years later...
Harry huddled inside his cupboard, he didn't understand why his aunt, uncle and cousin hated him, it was at that moment he decided it must be true what people called him, what the Dursley's drilled into his head, he must be a freak.
Harry was now seven years old, and for the past six years since his parents died he had to endure the Dursey's hurtful words and abuse. The Dursley's had told young Harry that his parents had died in a car accident and that he should be grateful for them taking 'trash' like him in, the first lesson Harry learnt, do not ask questions. He never knew more about his parents and kids at school had taken to calling him a bastard.
So Harry had grown up being beaten, insulted, starved and this was the way he thought his life should be. His cousin on the other hand was the exact opposite, he was spoiled and overfed, he was extremely fat and a bully, to be exact he was seven years old and stood at about 4'0 feet tall and weighed 70 pounds! Harry on the other hand was also seven years old however he looked to about four. Growing up in the cupboard must have hurt his growth as he was grossly underweight and about a foot shorter then Dudley, his cousin.
At the moment Harry was crying, he had never had friends at school, Dudley had ensured that and all the children constantly picked on Harry, he had just been beaten up by his cousin and his cousin's cronies, not that he wasn't already black and blue from his uncles 'punishment' the other day. It was the last day of the first term and Dudley had grabbed Harry's report and was upset at Harry having beaten him by so much. Harry, due to perhaps his lack of friends was constantly studying and reading at recess and his marks indicated his success in schoolwork, not a single mark was below a 95%, Dudley on the other hand was failing half of his classes. Harry knew that Dudley would most certainly blame Harry when he showed his parents his report.
That evening was one of the worst beating's in Harry's life, after Dudley had placed all blame for his actions on Harry, his Uncle Vernon had come and grabbed Harry out of his cupboard, and set to 'punish' him.
Harry was so scared, crying "Please Uncle Vernon I didn't do anything!"
"Shut up boy!" his Uncle had screamed his face turning an ugly shade of purple.
He then proceeded to grab Harry and throw him into the wall, he kicked and punched, spat, screamed and then proceeded to cut Harry with a knife.
After about 20 minutes into the beating Harry mercifully passed unconscious, a mess of blood bruises and cuts. Uncle Vernon the proceeded to throw Harry into his cupboard.
The Dursley family then went about their normal business as if nothing had happened and beating a seven-year old into a bloody pulp was a regular normal occurrence, which it was. Petunia peering out the windows and Vernon and Dudley sitting in front of the television eating.
~~~~ While the Dursley family was going about it's business Severus Snape was at his house in a normal muggle neighborhood tucking his 10 year old son Sean into bed, saying "tommorow Sean I'll be going to pick up your younger brother."
"Emrys?" Sean asked through a yawn, "Will I like him?"
"I'm sure you will Sean." Severus whispered.
"Goodnight Dad", and with that Sean shut his eyes and Severus shut his door and turned out the light with a smile whispering "Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite!"
~~~~ The next morning dawned bright and sunny at both the Dursley and Snape residences. Harry woke that morning to a 'bang, bang, bang' on his cupboard door and his aunt Petunia's shrill voice 'wake up! And make Dudder's breakfast'.
Harry pushed himself out of the dirty and bloody mess he was lying in, he could feel several ribs probably broken and he discovered his ankle hurt even more then the rest of his body and was lying at an awkward angle. Nevertheless in fear of being beaten again he changed his dirty, bloody clothes into yet another pair of Dudley's enormous hand me downs and stumbled out to make his cousins breakfast.
~~~~ Severus Snape had never been so happy he thought as he told Sean to give him a call on his cell phone if he had any troubles, Sean was afterall 10 years old and able to stay at home by himself while Severus went to the Dursley residence to collect Harry, or rather Emrys. Severus hopped into his black, leather interior Jeep Grand Cherokee SUV and set off to collect Emrys.
~~~~ Severus stopped outside the Dursely residence, 4 Privet Drive, it says as he reread Dumbledore's letter and set of to ring the bell.
'Ding Dong', the Dursley's all glared at Harry, 'Get the door boy!" Uncle Vernon yelled.
Harry hobbled, his ankle was surly broken, and grasped the door handle, opening it revealing a somewhat thin tall man in his early 30's, with long black hair, deep black eyes wearing black pants and a navy polo t-shirt.
The man gasped as he saw Harry, was that his son? He was so small and extremely, well scarily skinny, worst of all he appeared to have a number of bruises and even a few cuts from what he could tell of his face and hands.
"Emrys..." the man whispered.
"Hello," Harry said to the man, his voice however betrayed his shyness and fear.
"Harry, could I come in?" the man asked the small boy.
"How do you know my name?"
"That will be discussed.." and the man was cut of as Uncle Vernon shouted, "boy who's at the door", Harry, the man noted visibly jumped at the sound of the voice. And the mans heavy footsteps.
"Who are you?" the man asked his face an ugly purple color as he came to the door.
"Your nephew's father." The man answered.
Harry huddled inside his cupboard, he didn't understand why his aunt, uncle and cousin hated him, it was at that moment he decided it must be true what people called him, what the Dursley's drilled into his head, he must be a freak.
Harry was now seven years old, and for the past six years since his parents died he had to endure the Dursey's hurtful words and abuse. The Dursley's had told young Harry that his parents had died in a car accident and that he should be grateful for them taking 'trash' like him in, the first lesson Harry learnt, do not ask questions. He never knew more about his parents and kids at school had taken to calling him a bastard.
So Harry had grown up being beaten, insulted, starved and this was the way he thought his life should be. His cousin on the other hand was the exact opposite, he was spoiled and overfed, he was extremely fat and a bully, to be exact he was seven years old and stood at about 4'0 feet tall and weighed 70 pounds! Harry on the other hand was also seven years old however he looked to about four. Growing up in the cupboard must have hurt his growth as he was grossly underweight and about a foot shorter then Dudley, his cousin.
At the moment Harry was crying, he had never had friends at school, Dudley had ensured that and all the children constantly picked on Harry, he had just been beaten up by his cousin and his cousin's cronies, not that he wasn't already black and blue from his uncles 'punishment' the other day. It was the last day of the first term and Dudley had grabbed Harry's report and was upset at Harry having beaten him by so much. Harry, due to perhaps his lack of friends was constantly studying and reading at recess and his marks indicated his success in schoolwork, not a single mark was below a 95%, Dudley on the other hand was failing half of his classes. Harry knew that Dudley would most certainly blame Harry when he showed his parents his report.
That evening was one of the worst beating's in Harry's life, after Dudley had placed all blame for his actions on Harry, his Uncle Vernon had come and grabbed Harry out of his cupboard, and set to 'punish' him.
Harry was so scared, crying "Please Uncle Vernon I didn't do anything!"
"Shut up boy!" his Uncle had screamed his face turning an ugly shade of purple.
He then proceeded to grab Harry and throw him into the wall, he kicked and punched, spat, screamed and then proceeded to cut Harry with a knife.
After about 20 minutes into the beating Harry mercifully passed unconscious, a mess of blood bruises and cuts. Uncle Vernon the proceeded to throw Harry into his cupboard.
The Dursley family then went about their normal business as if nothing had happened and beating a seven-year old into a bloody pulp was a regular normal occurrence, which it was. Petunia peering out the windows and Vernon and Dudley sitting in front of the television eating.
~~~~ While the Dursley family was going about it's business Severus Snape was at his house in a normal muggle neighborhood tucking his 10 year old son Sean into bed, saying "tommorow Sean I'll be going to pick up your younger brother."
"Emrys?" Sean asked through a yawn, "Will I like him?"
"I'm sure you will Sean." Severus whispered.
"Goodnight Dad", and with that Sean shut his eyes and Severus shut his door and turned out the light with a smile whispering "Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite!"
~~~~ The next morning dawned bright and sunny at both the Dursley and Snape residences. Harry woke that morning to a 'bang, bang, bang' on his cupboard door and his aunt Petunia's shrill voice 'wake up! And make Dudder's breakfast'.
Harry pushed himself out of the dirty and bloody mess he was lying in, he could feel several ribs probably broken and he discovered his ankle hurt even more then the rest of his body and was lying at an awkward angle. Nevertheless in fear of being beaten again he changed his dirty, bloody clothes into yet another pair of Dudley's enormous hand me downs and stumbled out to make his cousins breakfast.
~~~~ Severus Snape had never been so happy he thought as he told Sean to give him a call on his cell phone if he had any troubles, Sean was afterall 10 years old and able to stay at home by himself while Severus went to the Dursley residence to collect Harry, or rather Emrys. Severus hopped into his black, leather interior Jeep Grand Cherokee SUV and set off to collect Emrys.
~~~~ Severus stopped outside the Dursely residence, 4 Privet Drive, it says as he reread Dumbledore's letter and set of to ring the bell.
'Ding Dong', the Dursley's all glared at Harry, 'Get the door boy!" Uncle Vernon yelled.
Harry hobbled, his ankle was surly broken, and grasped the door handle, opening it revealing a somewhat thin tall man in his early 30's, with long black hair, deep black eyes wearing black pants and a navy polo t-shirt.
The man gasped as he saw Harry, was that his son? He was so small and extremely, well scarily skinny, worst of all he appeared to have a number of bruises and even a few cuts from what he could tell of his face and hands.
"Emrys..." the man whispered.
"Hello," Harry said to the man, his voice however betrayed his shyness and fear.
"Harry, could I come in?" the man asked the small boy.
"How do you know my name?"
"That will be discussed.." and the man was cut of as Uncle Vernon shouted, "boy who's at the door", Harry, the man noted visibly jumped at the sound of the voice. And the mans heavy footsteps.
"Who are you?" the man asked his face an ugly purple color as he came to the door.
"Your nephew's father." The man answered.