Petunia stared at the letter unsure of what to say to placate her husband's growing fury. Right when she was about to say something, anything, Vernon started his tirade.

"WELL BOY! CARE TO EXPLAIN?!" Vernon bellowed while turning an ugly shade of puce.

"It came in the mail, Uncle Vernon," Harry started calmly there is no way he is being blamed for this, "I don't know what it is. Freaks don't get mail."

"LIAR! YOU TELL THOSE, THOSE OTHER FREAKS THAT MY SON IS NORMAL!"

This is when Petunia decided to just come out and tell her husband the truth.

"Vernon," Petunia timidly started.

"WHAT?!"

"They are not wrong Dudley is like them he is… magical."

"DON'T YOU LIE TO ME PETUNIA I WOULD'VE KNOWN IF MY OWN SON WAS MAGICAL!"

"I'm not lying to you Vernon most of the times you blamed Harry for something going wrong it was really Dudley, not saying that some of the events wasn't Harry. Just not all of them were… him."

At this Vernon couldn't control his rage and struck his wife, backhanding her across her face. The force was so great it made Petunia fall out of her chair. Seeing this both Dudley and Harry went into a small rage and tried to attack Vernon which resulted in both of them being struck as well. Dudley was backhanded and Harry received a punch to the head. Right after Vernon hit the boys the doorbell rang.

"I-I'll get it," Petunia said.

She picked herself off the floor shakily and made her way to the front door. She opened the door to see a face she'd never thought she would see again, the face of one Severus Tobias Snape. Severus was wearing black muggle jeans and a black button down long sleeve shirt.

"What are you doing here?" Petunia asked not sure of what to say other than that. Her voice trembled.

"Hello, Tuney. I am here to for the typical introduction to the magical world for muggleborns. However I know there are two wizards who live here. One of them is Harry Potter and I'm assuming the other is your child?" Severus replied with a question.

Petunia nodded slowly. It was at that moment that Severus noticed blood trickle from her lip and started creeping out of her nose. A dark red covered the left side of her face, the signs of a bruise that would be forming there. Severus glared slightly at the visage.

"Tuney…," he started, "May I come in?"

Petunia hesitated. She knew of the dark man's history and how he felt about abuse. His father, Tobias, had been generous when dealing blows unto his wife and son. There wasn't a day that Severus didn't have a new bruise.

However she thought about it and realized that even if she didn't, the abuse would continue and she would have more to hide from her neighbors than from her old childhood friend. At least Severus was subtle and acquainted with such matters. It was better than trying to explain it away to a stranger. There was no need to make pathetic excuses, not with him.

"Yes," she murmured, as she opened the door to let him in.

As he walked inside he heard Vernon yelling.

"Who's at the door!? TELL THEM WE DON'T WANT ANY! Bloody salesmen!" he shouted. The neighbors never came over without phoning Petunia first unless they were already outside talking to one another. As that wasn't the case, it was a fair assumption.

She directed Severus into the living room and offered him a seat, of which he politely declined with a small hand sign and a shake of his head.

"It's not a salesman, Vernon. It's an old childhood friend of mine," she replied demurely.

"TELL THEM TO GO AWAY! THEY DIDN'T HAVE THE DECENCY TO BLOODY CALL AHEAD OF TIME!"

"I'm afraid this isn't a social call," Severus intoned in his usual silky voice.

He signed for Petunia to call the boys into the room.

Petunia heaved a silent breath of relief. Severus remembered sign language.

"Dudley, Harry, please come here," she said with a raised voice that she knew would carry.

As they entered Severus ground his teeth. The boy who was obviously Harry, the spitting image of James with Lily's eyes, had a swollen lip and a black eye. The boy's glasses were broken and had dug into the side of his face causing him to bleed. Dudley had a split lip to go with his black eye. The wounds were obviously fresh and neither boy's knuckles were red, so they weren't the cause.

Vernon followed closely behind the two young wizards. As he came into view Severus' eyes snapped onto the large man. His black eyes bore heatedly into the walrus of a man.

Vernon seemed unfazed with the other man's look. His face was still a puce color from rage and opened his mouth to tell the man to bugger off.

As soon as the large man opened his mouth Severus whipped out his wand and silently silencio-ed him. Vernon tried again, before he realized what happened and grit his teeth in anger. He lunged at the dark man, who cleanly side stepped him before binding him with an incarcerous. Vernon fell heavily, his large weight working against him, knocking him out.

Severus looked at the man with a large sneer on his face, expressing his distain in a way that screamed, 'You're not worth scraping off my boot.'

With one more glare he turned to face the victims of the large man's abuse.

"As he won't be able to interrupt, I believe we can now get down to business," he said silkily with a snide smile to Petunia's surprise.

Dudley, who had never seen magic performed intentionally stared at him with awe and fear. Harry however smirked at Vernon, pleased with how Severus dealt with the portly man. Meanwhile Petunia looked at her old friend gratefully and signed 'Thank you' to him.

"Now I believe you two have received your letters. Have you opened them yet?" he asked softly, knowing that the letters were probably the cause of their recent abuse.

Harry replied, "Not yet. This fat prick blew up the moment he saw Dudley's."

Dudley looked confused looking between his cousin and the strange man, "What letters?"

Harry was able to pull out Dudley's letter from his back pocket; that he was able to slip into his pocket with a slight of hand that he still had from his original timeline, and pulled out his letter as well. He gently gave his cousin his Hogwart's letter.

Dudley took the letter gently and looked at it with awe. They both opened their letters, breaking the wax seal and read them. Harry had a small grin on his face at being allowed to read the first letter instead of having to go through Vernon's excessive prohibition concerning his original letter. Here was the letter to his freedom from Vernon's fist.

Dudley looked at his with astonishment clear on his face.

Severus let the boys read their letters without interfering. He took the time to think about what he had walked in on.

Instead of being raised like a spoiled prince, Potter… Harry, was raised in a similar abusive environment he was. It seemed everyone in the house was victim to the fat man. It was in that moment that Severus knew that he needed to take up his mantle as Harry's second godfather.

He had figured with Petunia raising Harry he wouldn't be needed until later on. It was a mistake he now regretted. He planned to rectify his mistake immediately. He failed his godchild once, allowing him to suffer abuse, he refused to do so again and by letting it continue.

"Wow," Dudley breathed, "So we're going to Hogwarts?"

Petunia smiled at both boys as Severus answered, "Yes."

"Can we go see it now? Like today?" Dudley asked excitedly.

Severus chuckled quietly, which shocked Harry. Severus noticed the boy's shock and filed it away for later.

"Not today. I'm here to introduce you to the magical world. I did not intend for it to be so barbaric. However as I do not see this as a fit environment, with Petunia's permission, I will be bringing you three to gather your school supplies and find a temporary safe haven until we, Petunia and I, find a more permanent solution."

'Please!' both boys signed to Petunia.

"Yes. Dudley grab a few things. Harry," she sighed, "now that we'll no longer have to stay with him I will gladly take you shopping for real clothes. Just let me grab the bank card," of which she bent down and wiggled the wallet with great effort out of the fat man's pocket.

Harry was pleasantly shocked with the turn of events. Not once in his wildest dreams did he imagine this would happen.

Meanwhile Dudley ran upstairs and grabbed the things he thought he would need.

Severus turned to look at Petunia with a raised eyebrow that spoke for him. Petunia nodded and went upstairs to gather a few things herself. Once she was gone and it was just him and Harry in the room he turned to look at the scrawny boy.

"Harry, I know you don't know me, but my name is Severus Snape, and I'm your godfather. Well one of two. I'm sorry I didn't check on you earlier, my employer, who placed you're here, said you were fine. A friend and I asked about your wellbeing often and we were told you were fine. It is obvious now that was a lie and I plan to make sure it never happens again."

Harry was further shocked and stepped back and fell on the couch.

'This has to be the biggest change of them all!' Harry thought.

Severus took a deep breath before coming to a decision he had been mulling over, "Harry. I need you to know that my employer also tried to make me forget that I was your godfather, so I had to pretend he succeeded. As such I was expected to have a great distaste for you, and while I'll be one of your professors, I have to maintain that belief, so I will be rather harsh with you. At least in public. I don't hate you, I never have, I never will, and I need you to remember this."

Harry not being able to form words nodded meekly, tears welling up in his eyes as he had someone else in this time that cared about him. He wondered if in his original timeline if Dumbledore succeeded in making Severus Snape forget that he was his godfather.

Just then Petunia and Dudley came downstairs with suitcases.

Severus nodded at them, "I'll shrink those and put them in my pocket for the time being so you're not weighed down with them."

Petunia smiled thankfully at the wizard.

"I want to stop by the bank first, if possible. I want to withdraw all the money that we have there –"

"Don't worry about that," Severus interrupted.

"I want to get a divorce, and I need the money to pay for it on this side, Sev," Petunia pushed on.

"Again, I'll take care of it," Severus replied, now crossing his arms.

"At least make him penceless," Petunia hedged.

Severus made a face before nodding, agreeing that it was the least she would be able to do to her soon-to-be ex-husband. Before departing Severus levitated the fat man upstairs and not to gently placed him on the floor of the master bedroom before removing the body bind. He then proceeded to accio anything of worth from the house. Those items included silverware, jewelry, china, etc.


They had departed the house via side-along apparition to an alleyway near the bank Petunia needed to stop by. Both Dudley and Petunia got sick from the experience, while Harry only looked disoriented and nauseas. Severus took note of Harry's lack of vomiting as he evansco-ed the other two's regurgitated food.

"Alright here we are, Tuney," Severus intoned, "Once you are done here we will make our way to Diagon Alley."

Petunia took a few more moments to orientate herself before walking into the bank with the three males in tow. The whole thing took a little more than twenty minutes due to the bank workers trying to stop her from removing the money without Vernon's presence, even though the account was in both of their names. It took Severus subtly using compulsion charms to get the process moving along.

Once they were finished they were a few thousand pounds richer while Vernon was now pencless, even though he owned the house. He was lucky the bills had been paid for the next month.

Severus was pleasantly surprised that the Leaky Cauldron wasn't too far from the bank and decided they would be able to walk the distance.

"Before we go, Harry I'm going to change your appearance a bit so no one recognizes you," Severus said.

"Why would you need to do that," Dudley asked curiously.

"Harry is a bit of a celebrity in the wizarding world and we want to do this with as little fuss as possible. Once we're in Gringotts, the wizarding bank, the glamour will be removed until we leave it. It's rude to be glamoured in the bank, the goblins don't appreciate it," he explained, "Now I'm going to change your hair and make it cover your scar. I hope you don't mind being blond for a few hours."

Harry shook his head, thinking it was much better than his experience with Hagrid. He liked the half-giant, but this was going much better than it had already with his big friend.

Once Severus finished glamouring Harry to look a bit more like Petunia, they headed towards the Leaky Cauldron.

After they entered the building Severus nodded at Tom before walking to the back and tapping his wand on the key bricks. Like he expected there was no fanfare with Harry being properly disguised.

"This will work for whomever taps in the proper pattern. Originally it was only for those with magic, but some people pointed out that most muggleborns go shopping with their parents, and not all of them are tall enough to reach the bricks," Severus said in his teaching voice.

The bricks moved themselves out of place allowing entrance for the group of 4. They stepped into the Alley proper giving Dudley his first look into the new world he was joining. Petunia looked around with a look that bellied fond memories of seeing this magical place when shopping for her sister's school surprise. Harry made sure to look just as surprised as his cousin as to not draw attention to himself from the highly observant man.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley." Severus stated with little fanfare.

Severus led them directly to Gringotts Bank which looked even more impressive than Harry remembered being twice as tall than it was in his memories. After they made their way into the building Severus wandlessly removed the glamour from Harry as pulling out his wand would be seen as a threat to the goblins. They approached the nearest teller, one that Harry recognized as Griphook, and waited to be called up to the stall.

"Next in line please," Griphook called out.

"What can I do for you today wizard?" He asked with a sneer on his face.

Severus instead of responding like every other wizard he responded with the goblin greeting, "Good Evening sir goblin, may your gold be ever flowing."

Griphook was taken aback never before has a wizard been respectful to him, let alone know the proper goblin greeting.

"And may your enemies fall before your blade, wizard," Griphook responded slightly put off by this wizard.

"Our business sir goblin, Mr. Potter here needs to make a withdrawal from his vault, here is his key, and he will need to meet with his account manager after."

"And what of these other two?"

"They need to convert their muggle money into galleons," Came Severus' reply.

"I understand. You and Mr. Potter follow me, the other two can go over there," Griphook said pointing to the counter across from him, "that is where you can convert your money. There will of course be a fee."

"Wait," Harry said.

Everyone looked at him, surprised. Harry never spoke out before, Severus knew this was a defining moment for the young boy.

"How much do you need to open a vault?" Harry asked.

Griphook looked at the young wizard with squinted eyes as though trying to see through him.

"1000 galleons to open a vault," he said.

"I- I want to open an account for Dudley. I don't know if Aunt Petunia can have one. But," Harry stopped to think, "But Dudley, I think you should have Aunt Petunia's maiden name."

Dudley and Petunia both looked at Harry in shock.

"Harry, how do you know if you have enough?" Petunia asked.

'Shit.'

"I don't…" he stalled, "I don't know. I thought that if I had a vault I might have enough."

"Well I guess that makes sense," Petunia murmured.

And so with that the four of them, followed Griphook to the cart that would take them to Harry's vault. The five climbed into the cart and Griphook made sure to let the occupants know to keep their arms and legs inside the cart at all times and that it may be a bit bumpy.

Once they arrived at their destination Petunia who had never travelled the Gringotts cart system previously promptly vomited over the side of the cart much to the amusement of Griphook. Petunia had never liked rollercoasters and it was much worse. Dudley was grinning like a loon, his hair was wind swept from the ride. The five approached the door to the vault and waited for Griphook to open it. Once opened Petunia and Dudley stared in shock at the sight of the most gold they've seen in one place. Harry to avoid suspicion from his potions professor also stared with his mouth wide open at the sight.

"Just how much is in there anyways?" Dudley asked after getting over his shock.

"There is exactly 20,000 Galleons, 5,000 Sickles and 500 Knuts," was Griphook's reply, "This is his trust vault."

Harry whistled. He seemed to have more in this time line than he had previously.

"Is there a way for me to carry my money without sounding like a bunch of bells are jingling in my pocket?" Harry inquired.

"We here at Gringotts do sell moleskin pouches to those that can afford them," Griphook started to respond, "they, of course, will only cost you 200 Galleons each."

"I'd like three please."

Nodding Griphook took the 600 Galleons straight from one of the piles. After procuring the required fee he then produced three identical pouches and handed them to Harry.

"How much do these carry?" Harry pondered out loud.

"They can carry the sum of your trust vault which is the current vault we are standing in," Griphook informed Harry.

"Brilliant!"

Harry after putting at least 5,000 Galleons into each bag did a cursory look around looking for the grimoire and the box that Hebe mentioned to him that he needs to obtain. Upon finding them Harry silently and wandlessly shrunk them to store in his new moleskin pouch.

"Alright we are all set here lets go get that vault open for you Duds," Harry stated firmly.

It took another half hour to get Dudley's vault open but it was worth it. Dudley and Petunia decided to put the money they 'procured' from Vernon's account into Dudley's vault after being informed that even muggle currency gained interest in Gringotts albeit at a slower pace. Once that was completed they left the bank, with Severus reapplying the glamour to Harry as soon as they were outside.

"First stop let's get your wands this way I don't have to deal with Ollivanders… uniqueness for longer than necessary," Severus instructed his group.

They all nodded their approval of the plan, especially Harry. They then set off to the wand shop and made it there quite quickly. As soon as they entered the shop however Harry's glamour failed. Severus looked at the boy with a small frown on his face made his disapproval know about it being removed by someone not himself.

"Be right there," They heard come from the back of the shop.

"Good afternoon," came a soft voice from behind them of all places.

Three of the occupants jumped at the sudden appearance of an old man with wide, pale eyes that shined like moons in the gloom of the shop.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Ollivander," Severus greeted the older man.

"Ah yes Professor Snape, Cedar 10 ½ inches with phoenix feather core, curious dark color of the cedar" the old man started, "and you've brought company. I thought I'd see you soon Mr. Potter. And who might you be young man?"

"Dudley, sir," came the reply.

"Just Dudley?" he asked.

"Dudley Dursley, soon to be Evans, sir."

"Soon to be Evans… any relation to Lily Evans?" the old wandmaker pressed.

"Yes, sir. S-she was my aunt," the boy answered nervously.

"Interesting, very interesting," the old man murmured to himself.

"Well Harry m'boy, we'll do you first," he said with a smile.

The wandmaker took out his tape measure and Harry tried to stand still, but still ended up fidgeting as he tried to follow Ollivander's requests. All the while the old wizard was muttering to himself. Once all the measurements were taken Ollivander walked into the back of the shop and came back with several rectangular boxes.

"Let's try this one first, Beech wood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just give it a wave."

Harry did as instructed, although he already knew what the end results were, and broke the vase on the counter.

"No, no, definitely not. Try this one Maple and phoenix feather. Seven inches. Quite whippy."

Harry didn't even get the chance to try this one as it was immediately taken back.

"Ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy."

Harry waved this wand and everyone in the room ended up with blue hair.

This process went on for nearly 2 hours until Ollivander brought out a particular box, "I wonder."

Ollivander hands Harry a new wand, "Holy and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."

Harry was waiting for this. He knew that this was the wand that chose him before, why shouldn't it choose him again?

Once he had the wand in his hand though nothing happened. Harry, however, looked confused. He didn't understand why he felt nothing from the wand. It was almost like it wasn't meant for him.

"Hmm," was all that Ollivander uttered.

'I thought that wand would've been the one' Ollivander thought to himself, 'wasn't Dumbledore certain that the brother wand would respond to Harry.'

"What does this mean? None of the wands in the store worked for me. What happens now?" Harry asked concerned about his future.

"Well it would appear that I… don't have a premade that works for you. I need to make you a custom wand Mr. Potter. Not to worry! Not to worry. I am a wandmaker after all," Ollivander stated with a smile on his face, "before I start that though let us get you sorted Mr. Evans."

It took Dudley a mere 15 minutes to find his wand. Cherry wood, unicorn hair, 9 ¾ inches, nice and springy. Dudley was excited about his new wand and kept showing it off to his mum.

"Now Mr. Potter here is what I need you to do so I can start making your wand," Ollivander started to explain, "I need a few drops of blood. I also need you to hold your hand over these boxes here."

Ollivander showed Harry three different colored square boxes, four hexagonal boxes and five octagonal boxes. Harry did so for each set. In the end the boxes chosen was a black square, for the hexagonal there was two a white box and an orange one. The last set saw Harry with a red box that reminded everyone of a fiery crimson.

"The process will take me an hour and a half to complete," Ollivander explained, "So I suggest you do the rest of your shopping and stop by here to pick up your wand."

They all thought that this was a good idea, Severus more so than the rest, so they paid for the wands, even though one of them wasn't made yet, and left. The party of four then went and finished their shopping. When they came back to the wand shop an hour and a half later Harry and Dudley both had familiars in cages atop of their new trunks. Harry had a beautiful snowy white owl he named Hedwig, while Dudley had in his cat carrier (that he was holding close to his chest) a kitten that he named Oreo because it was black and white.

"Here you are Mr. Potter," Ollivander said with a hint of pride, "this is the finest wand I've made to date if I do say so myself."

He then hands over the box which the wand resides in to Harry. Harry then opens and looks into the box to see the most elegant wand he has ever seen.