AN: once again new story that came to my head, though it is not on the normal track for which I write stories. No original character and defiantly no HBP except for some spoilers which I absolutely love . And I am absolutely against HP/GW –throws up- EW EW yuck! HP/SS FTW!

Disclaimer: if I owned any of these guys would I be sitting here writing fanfiction…. NO… so use your common sense.

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Chapter 1: uninvited guest

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Number 4 Privet drive was as muggle as you could possibly get. It looked the same as every other house on the block, with the same car parked in the driveway and the prestige kept front and back gardens. To most of the middle class Englishmen this was the ideal place to live. But to any other who dared look down the blocks of Little Winging, Surry, it was plain and ordinary, to ordinary to keep a person sane.

Those these streets seemed ordinary enough they held a deep secret. A secret that bounds were about to be tested to his most challenging tests so far.

The day was blistering hot, easily becoming the hottest day of the summer.

Wiping sweat from his brow 14 year old Harry Potter glared up the offending globe in the sky. He was once again forced to be out in the blistering heat to weed the dying gardens of his aunt and uncle house. Grumbling he forcefully pulled out some of said weeds. It seemed while he was away at school his aunt couldn't be bothered to ever weed the garden, if the amount of weeds even in the heat of this summer was a give in.

Sighing he sat back on his heels and stared out into the street, it was around noon and he had been working since the sun had started to rise. He was tired and knew that if he didn't get something to drink soon he would be dehydrated. He was just thankful that Petunia and Vernon had left for three days to visit aunt Marge. Only draw back was, here Harry sneered up at the house. Dudley had not wanted to go and so he was stuck with his whale of a cousin for the next three days.

Still grumbling he turned back to his work, he knew he couldn't slack off, not with that whale he called a cousin sitting there pigging out in front of the TV. He would have no qualms about ratting out Harry to his aunt and uncle.

A sudden 'CRACK' caused Harry to jump and huddle down behind the bush he was working on.

There was no way he could not recognize what that sound was. Someone had just managed to apparited into the barrier that surrounded Privet Drive.

Heart racing Harry stayed stock-still; he knew no one would dare port into the barriers, not even Dumbeldore. And stupid him he left his wand up in his bedroom.

Taking a shuttering breath Harry aloud himself to look up out into the street. He gasped at what he saw, standing in the middle of Privet Drive was a black robed figure, his skull white, skull half mask reflecting the midday sun.

Harry couldn't help but gasp. A death eater stood not 40 feet from where he stood. But that wasn't what caused him to gasp. The normally prestige black robes were burned and ripped to shreds, bloody pooled from his limp hands and onto the asphalt.

As Harry watched the tall death eater, said death eater crumpled to the ground. Swallowing hard Harry stood, and cautiously made his way out to the road.

He knew he was being stupid, walking out to an obvious death eater who was armed and very much so deadly, when he himself was only armed with a small spade.

Well if worse comes to worse I can bash him over the head with it before he can register it's Harry Potter he's looking at.

Even that didn't sound like a good plan in his own head, but it was the only thing he could do. With spade ready, he knelt down next to the still figure, the person ragged breathing letting him know that said death eater was still alive.

Cautiously still armed with his dirt-covered spade he pulled the mask off.

The spade instantly fell to the ground, as Harry looked into the paste white face of his most hated Professor.

"DUDLEY!"

He was surprised that people hadn't looked out when Snape had apparited in, and still when he screamed for his cousin.

Dudley came waddling out and stopped dead on the doorstep.

" Dudley help me get him inside!"

Clamping his hand over his large ass Dudley started to back into the house.

"Dudley so help me god if you don't come out here and help me get Snape into the house I'll let him use you for his potions experiments!"

Harry was growing panicky as he could hear his Professors now labored breathing.

Squeaking Dudley raced out and knelt down next to Harry.

" What happened to him?"

Harry shook his head as he motioned for Dudley to grab Snape's feet.

" I have no clue, and there is no way in hell he would ever tell me what happened."

Making sure no one was looking out their windows both boys quickly carted the unconscious Potions master into the Dursley's house.

"Let's take him up to the guest bedroom, bed there would be better for him then my cot."

Dudley cringed at the venom in his cousin's voice. He didn't dare do anything to his cousin. Not when in his arms was obviously a full-fledged wizard. Even if the wizard was unconscious and bleeding out.

Gently they set the man down on the guest room bed. Snape gave a sad moan but did not wake up.

"Can you grab me that first aid kit from the bathroom?" Harry asked as he began trying to remove Snape's burnt up death eater robe.

Dudley quickly left and ran down to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit.

What he saw when he came back in caused his breath to hitch in his throat.

Harry sat on the bed next to the injured man, one hand gently stroking the mans cheek. But it was the look in Harry's eyes, which is what caused him to stop dead. They were glinting with tears but as they looked down at the man they held a look that he never saw on anyone's face. It was a sad kind of love. A love that was one sided and the person knew it.

Harry sighed sadly and turned to look at the door.

" Did you find it?"

Dudley nodded and handed Harry the bag.

Shaking his head Harry returned to his undressing of the man on the bed. He had managed to remove the burnt robe and was now working on the bloody frock coat.

"Ron is never going to believe me and I think he would bring up all his lunch from the last 4 weeks if I told him what I was doing now."

Harry laughed as he gently removed the coat. Dudley looked at Harry curiously.

"Why would you say that?"

Harry paused in now removing the now red button up dress shirt. Sighing he returned to the task at hand.

" Because of who this is. This is one of our professors at school. Severus Snape is our potions master and head of Slytherin. He is a down right evil bastard that can make you so small you feel like a ant just with his sharp tongue."

Dudley shivered, did sound like pleasant of a man.

"K start handing me some of the gauze. I don't have any of the potions I need to heal him, not like if we were at Hogwarts."

"Why don't we take him to Hospital, I don't know if he would survive here."

Here Harry began to laugh.

" I could just see Snape waking up in a hospital, he would curse everything in the building, though I think he would have a field day if he found the pharmacy."

Dudley raised a eyebrow, " Why is that?" he asked

Harry chuckled, " He's a potions master, on of the best in the world. Most of the potions we have today we wouldn't have if it wasn't for him."

Here he looked down at the man with the same look he had had when Dudley had walked into the room.

" I bet he would go nuts to get his hands onto some of our technology and chemicals."

"Well this is the best I can do, it's now up to him."

For the next several hours the two of them sat in silence, Dudley refusing to go back downstairs in case something happened, and Harry refusing to leave his professors side.

Harry had long ago left and come back with one of his many schoolbooks, a quill and bottle of ink in one hand and a thick roll of parchment under his arm. He sat silently at the desk in the room, his book open parchment in front of him.

Whenever he wasn't writing he could be seen chewing on the end of his quill, he would occasionally look over at his professor and then return to reading.

Finally after 3 hours Harry slammed his book shut while angrily grumbling to himself.

"Wish that bloody bat was awake, then I could search his brain for the answers I need for his damn homework."

That's when he spotted Dudley,

"How come your still up here?" it wasn't a mean question but one of pure curiosity.

" Cause I really don't want to leave you two alone, I don't know what you would do to him."

Harry gave off a snort while screwing the top back on his inkbottle.

"I do have an honor code you know, I want them to at least be able to hold a wand."

He rubbed at his eyes, he looked tired.

" Go to bed Harry, I'll watch him for a couple hours and come get you, then we switch off every four hours."

Harry gave his cousin an awkward look.

" Why are you doing this?"

Dudley shrugged, " People change."

Sighing Harry shook his head, " I'll be in my room, anything changes get me ASAP."

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