A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Insane Prompt Challenge:

140: Plot point – being kidnapped

Seasonal Challenge Spring

Days of the Year

30th May: Water a Flower Day - Write about someone trying to look after something.

Assignment #12

Media Studies- Social Media

Task 5 - Facebook: Write about making an announcement

Word count: 633

He stood at their graves, tears he didn't dare cry stinging his dark eyes. He deserved their pain. He deserved so much more pain than this.

"I'm sorry Lily. I'm sorry," his voice rasped. His throat was still raw from screaming when he'd learned of her death, of their deaths. A small thought fought itself through his despair.

The boy. Her boy. Where was he? He knew the child had not died, that the boy lived. He needed to find him. He drew his wand. A quick locating spell led him to muggle London. He nodded, he knew where he was now, knew where Dumbledore had left Harry.

He stood outside Number 4 Privet Drive. He heard Petunia's shrill voice screaming. A child wailed loudly. His hands curled into fists at his side. He knocked slowly on the door, letting the sound echo through the evening air. Petunia opened the door and nearly slammed it shut when she saw him. He caught the door with his hand.

"Petunia."

"Severus. What do you want? Come to destroy the rest of my family? Wasn't Lily enough?" Severus didn't react to her comment, didn't take the bait. No, his mission was more important.

"I am here for Harry. Lily would have never allowed him to be brought here."

"Don't, you don't get to say her name. Don't assume to know what she would have wanted. She hated you."

"Then you will be raising Harry as your own then, even when he starts showing magic? He will be a wizard Petunia. No amount of beating, of abuse, will change that." Severus watched as her face paled. He'd not known for sure they were abusing the boy, but her expression only confirmed his fears. How could Dumbledore think this was a safe place to leave the boy? That man was mad, utterly mad.

"What would I tell the neighbors?" Petunia whispered after a moment, her eyes glancing up and down the empty street.

"Tell them there was a miscommunication. Another relative has been found to take the child. I have all the paperwork. All you have to do is sign it." She took the papers from his hand and scanned them quickly. With a trembling hand, she scribbled her name.

"Does...does Vernon need to sign too?"

"Has he signed any paperwork adopting Harry?"

"No."

"Then no. Harry is, unfortunately, your blood relative, your signature will be enough."

"I'll go get him, and his stuff, stay here, out here." She darted into the house, keeping the door mostly closed so Severus couldn't see inside the house. He didn't care about Petunia's décor. She returned a few moments later with a small bag and a screaming child.

"I'll never have to see you, either of you again, correct?"

"We will never grace your doorstep again, Petunia." He took Harry's hand and bag. Petunia slammed the door in their faces causing Harry to cry louder.

"Let's go Harry, before Dumbledore realizes you are no longer living here," Severus stated gently scooping the toddler up in his arms. Severus apparated them, not really caring if anyone saw or not.

They arrived at Severus' home in Spinner's End. Severus had fixed it up slightly in preparation for getting Harry. Harry had calmed down some. Severus tried to put him down, the child clung to him. He looked at Severus in confusion.

"Hello, Harry, my name is Severus."

"S'vus?" Harry repeated softly.

"Yes. I am going to take care of you, Harry. I am going to protect you, from Dumbledore, from the muggles who will never understand you, and from anyone else who means you harm. You are safe now, Harry."

Harry looked up at him with Lily's green eyes. He laid his head of messy dark hair against Severus' chest slowly fell asleep.