Emerald and Howlite Eyes

by The-Songbird-Who-Wrote

Harry James Potter: The Boy-Who-Lived, yet he knew nothing. A young boy with no knowledge is thrust into another world that he thought was beyond dreams and wishes. Draco Lucius Malfoy: The heir to the Malfoy line, yet he was curious. A young boy who wishes to learn and know, and with a dark past he embraces the future. What does the Wizarding World hold for both boys?

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- This disclaimer as been updated as of November 7, 2020

- This will be Drarry fanfic series, if you don't like this then please do not continue.

- This is a slow-burn Drarry and so because of that, the characters will not fall in love at this point.

- This is a multi-book series, this is the first book. The series will be called Gems for Eyes.

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- The-Songbird-Who-Wrote

Chapter 1: The Cupboard Under the Stairs and the Man with Onyx Eyes

A four-year-old Harry James Potter was currently in his cupboard cradling a bruise on his arm, with tears falling down his emerald eyes. Harry knew not to cry out, he knew just to cry silently. To not make a noise, to be non-existent. This bruise, given to him by his Uncle Vernon for dropping a plate. He hadn't meant to drop it, his cousin Dudley had tripped him into dropping it. Sadly, little Harry took the punishment with his cousin snickering in the background.

Harry looked around his "home" a small, dim place, with a single light bulb for a light and a small, dirty mattress as his bed. A small bucket on the front of his bed was his toilet. Cobwebs with small spiders were everywhere, yet Harry didn't mind their presence. This was his "home". Not what out there beyond his cupboard. His uncle made sure he would remember that.

This is the first memory that Harry will ever remember.

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A seven-year-old Harry James Potter was cleaning the yard. His cousin was in school, a place he wasn't allowed to go to. His uncle was at work, where he would be working hard. His Aunt Petunia would be watching on her telly. Harry was busy cleaning the yard. Mowing, de-weeding, planting, watering. Harry worked as diligently as he could for the care of his aunt's yard. He knew how much his aunt cared for her yard. He knew how she showed it off to their neighbors. How they fawned over the work Harry had done. It pleased Harry, despite him knowing in the back of his mind that the neighbors will never know that it was Harry's work, not Aunt Petunia's.

Harry went back inside to cook lunch when Dudley came home. He knew to make his favorites. Dudley would throw a tantrum if his favorite peanut butter and jelly sandwich were not at the table along with his favorite glass of chocolate milk. He made Aunt Petunia's favorite salad, crisp vegetables, and ripe tomatoes from her garden. He also started dinner for the Dursely's. Pasta with a side of salad, along with corn and bread. These were the food Harry knew he would never be able to eat.

When Harry finished, Aunt Petunia ushered him into his cupboard.

Harry still hoped that he would be fed. How his stomach starved and craved for food. Yet deep inside, he knew that he would be forgotten and be left to starve for many days. He also knew that hope didn't exist for freaks like him.

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A ten-year-old Harry James Potter was currently being picked on by his cousin. He didn't understand why. On the telly, especially on the shows, his Aunt Petunia watched, a family was to care for each other, to love and cherish. Yet why was Harry unloved? Why was Aunt Petunia always yelling at him? Why was his Uncle Vernon always hitting him? Was he not their family? Harry knew the answer was no. He was never a part of the Dursely's and their perfect family. They didn't have a place for a freak like him.

Harry was silent as he took the taunts and the soon kicks and punches from his cousin. He always had been. He was never allowed to cry, for it meant harder hits and more shrill screaming from Aunt Petunia.

During dinner, as Harry was to serve the chicken he had cooked, he again was tripped by his cousin, almost sending the chicken to the floor. Thankfully, Harry made sure that the chicken would fall.

Uncle Vernon stood, face red and soon close to purple.

"BOY! HOW DARE YOU ALMOST DROP OUR FOOD?!" Harry flinched as his hope for food extinguished as his Uncle's spittle hit his face.

"I-I'm so sorry, sir, I didn't mean to." Harry was never allowed to call his uncle, uncle nor his aunt, aunt. They vehemently refused to be called with familiar terms by a freak. Harry head's snapped to the left as his uncle slapped him.

"GO BACK TO YOUR CUPBOARD AND STAY THERE!" Harry was sent to his cupboard with no food allowed.

"Serves the Freak right, right Daddy?" his cousin asked, with that high, spoiled voice of his. Vernon Dursely grunted his approval. Petunia Dursley merely ignored what had transpired and started to put food on her husband's plate. The Dursely's ate well, while Harry starved in his cupboard.

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The Cupboard Under the Stairs. It was all Harry James Potter ever knew. He wasn't allowed to know his name. He wasn't allowed to speak nor ask about his parents, "drunkards, who crashed their car" was what his Aunt Petunia said. He wasn't allowed to ask any more questions after that. He wasn't allowed to go to school. He was too freakish for it his uncle had said. He didn't know how to read nor write. He knew nothing except for the Cupboard.

Harry knew how sickly he must look, with the bruises that littered his body, with the dark circles under his eyes, with how his skin clung to his bones, how it was only muscle from doing the chores was what kept him somewhat healthy.

How Harry wished for him to be taken away. How he wished for a family to love him. How he wished for a home, for food, for comfort, and many more. He wished for so much. But because they were wishes, they would never come true for a freak like him.

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A now eleven-year-old Harry James Potter lied awake in his Cupboard. He didn't know that today was his birthday. He didn't even know how old he was. He knew nothing. Harry sighed and turned, wishing that he would sleep. He knew that he would have to get up early to cook breakfast for the Dursley's. It was all he ever knew.

Harry closed his eyes and slept. He dreamed of a woman who screamed a name and a flash of green light. She screamed the name, Harry. Who was, Harry? Was that him? But why would a woman scream his name? But what was the flash of green light?

Harry sighed and closed his eyes and slept. Again, he dreamed of a different dream. He dreamt of big, gentle hands carrying him. He dreamt of flying in the sky, feeling the cool wind whip around him.

Harry slept with a smile on his face.

Harry noticed weird sights after his dreams. His uncle would burn letters that came through the mail. Harry didn't know why. Uncle Vernon never burned letters, he threw them out. Harry also noticed that his uncle hasn't hit him. Aunt Petunia hadn't knocked him on the head for a while too. Even Dudley stopped hitting and picking on him too. Harry didn't understand.

A week after Harry dreamed, he was once more in his cupboard. A knock resounded in the house. Harry didn't know who knocked. Why would someone knock? No one ever knocked on the Dursley's door. He heard heavy steps as Uncle Vernon answered the door.

"YOU!? WE DON'T NEED ANY OF YOUR KIND HERE! WE ALREADY TOOK IN THE BOY!" Uncle Vernon yelled out to whoever was there. Was he the boy? Harry thought yes, as he obviously didn't fit with the Dursely's. But whoever was at the door seemed to know him.

A cool, rich, baritone voice spoke out. "Where is Harry Potter?"

Harry... the name that the woman yelled in his dreams! Did that mean his name was Harry and not Freak? Harry was ecstatic. He had a name! He had to return his attention to what was going on. He didn't want to miss what the man was going to say.

"I will ask one more time, where is Harry Potter?" By then he heard Aunt Petunia's swift steps walking to the door. He wondered who this man was to make Aunt Petunia go to the door. Most of the time people left when they encountered his angry Uncle. Harry didn't hear what happened next sadly. He was too busy pondering and was still ecstatic of having a name.

Suddenly, soft yet confident steps walked into the house. Harry assumed that this was the man who was talking to his uncle. He could now hear the man's voice, clearer, but now filled with anger and impatience.

"Show me the boy. Now." Harry shivered under the weight of those words. He felt that the man was strong. He didn't want to make him angry. He sounded much scarier than Uncle Vernon.

"Look here, we told you that the boy isn't here! He went to the park for a while and won't be home." That was his Aunt Petunia. But why was she saying that he wasn't home? He was right here, in his cupboard.

The man spoke again, "Is that so? Then why is it that I can feel someone in that cupboard? Open it."

Harry's heart pounded. How did this man know he was in the cupboard? He heard the latch of his cupboard being undone and the door opened. Harry didn't dare to step out. He was frightened of what he would see beyond his cupboard.

"Come out." The man said softly, yet it was a tone that demanded action. Harry slowly crawled out and was faced with a tall man. Harry stared, he didn't know what to do or say. He observed the man instead.

The man wore all black. He had a long face as well as long hair. His nose seemed crooked. His face seemed to be in a frown. He looked upset. Harry didn't like that fact and he quickly shifted his eyes down.

"Look at me." Harry gulped and looked at the man once more. It was then he noticed his onyx eyes. They were as black as his dark cupboard. But this black held anger. Harry resisted the urge to crawl into his cupboard.

"This is, Harry Potter?" Harry hesitantly nodded his head. He still wasn't sure if that was in the name. He was never allowed to know it.

Oddly enough, it seemed that the man knew what he was thinking as he rounded onto his uncle and aunt.

"You never told the boy his name. So I am right to assume that he knows nothing." That same soft tone now sounded tense, Harry knew this man was trying to be angry. Harry shuffled his feet nervously. The man still kept his eyes on Harry. It was true though. Harry knew nothing, he was never allowed to ask questions nor go to

school. The man's eyes narrowed even further.

"And he has never been to school..." His face broke away from Harry's and stared at his uncle and aunt. The silence was tense. It was suffocating. Harry's aunt and uncle looked so pale that they couldn't answer.

Harry resisted the urge to whimper. It would do him no good in this situation. But how did the man knew what Harry was thinking? Was he a mind-reader? Harry snorted in his head. That was impossible. Mind-readers don't exist. Those are dreams and wishes. Those never come true.

Harry once more looked at the man. He seemed to be shaking out of anger. But why was he angry? Harry understood why he denied these things. He was a freak and never belonged. He didn't deserve many things. Yet why did this man seem so angry after finding this out?

"Get your belongings, Harry. I'm taking you with me." The room began to spin around Harry's eyes. Did he hear right? He was being taken away? Was he going to finally get a family? Was this man here to save him? But Harry began to despair. What if he takes to a place worse than the Dursley's? What if he hurts me? What if this is a dream? Tears stung Harry's eyes, but something inside told him to trust this man.

And so, Harry packed his rags for clothes. It was measly and ripped. It was too big for him. The man had a weird look on his face. He took a deep breath and motioned Harry to follow him. Harry dared to look behind him.

His aunt and uncle looked so pale. It seemed as if they had died on the spot. Dudley seemed to be shaking from fear and was letting out whimpers. Harry turned away without a farewell and followed the man outside.

The man walked a little more down Surrey and Harry followed like a lost puppy. The man suddenly stopped causing Harry to bump against him. It seemed as if the man didn't care and held out his arm to Harry.

Harry couldn't help himself. He flinched, thinking that the man was going to hit him. When he felt nothing, Harry opened his eyes to see the man's arm waiting for him to take it. His eyebrow-raising to show his impatience and his eyes shone with emotion that Harry couldn't name.

Slowly he took the man's hand and they disappeared.

They suddenly appeared in front of a black house. It seemed dead and dull looking on the outside. It seemed scary for Harry. His awe for how they traveled did not overwhelm his urge to be sick. He felt sick and wanted to throw up. But Harry knew that there would be nothing to throw up. He hadn't eaten for two days.

Harry didn't want to go into the house. But it seemed that he had no choice as the man walked to the house, not caring if Harry followed or not. Harry quickly ran after him.

The inside of the house was different than the outside. Inside, the house was warm. Although it was covered with dark colors, it made Harry feel warm and safe. Harry looked around a bit more and found a table with two chairs along with a meal for two. The man was already sitting down at the table. But he hadn't touched his food. Harry wondered if the man had any guests he was expecting.

To his surprise, the man beckoned him over to sit with him. Harry was surprised. He was never allowed to sit at the table. Freaks were never allowed places on the table his aunt had told him, yet this man wanted him to sit with him. Harry slowly walked until he reached the man.

"I'm not allowed to eat with you," Harry said as he cast his eyes down to the floor.

"Why?" The man said with his soft voice. Harry liked the man's soft voice. It called out to him like a lullaby. Harry sighed softly, "Because I'm a freak, and freaks aren't allowed to eat at the table." The man took a sharp breath. Harry did not dare to look at the man. He was afraid of he would see.

"Pot-I mean Harry, sit down at the table. You are not a freak. I would tell you if you were such. But as of now, sit and eat with me." Harry felt tears filling his eyes. The man didn't think of him as a freak! But he had almost called him something else. He wondered what it was the man almost called him though.

And so he asked him, "Sir, what did you almost call me? And if I may please know your name?" Harry was taught to be polite. It was one of the few things taught to him. The man seemed to be somewhat shocked. Harry assumed that being as he didn't speak as much.

"I almost called you, Potter, that is your last name. My name is Severus Snape. You may call me whatever you wish, but do make sure that it is appropriate, such as sir." The man, now identified as Severus Snape said. Harry was happy. He now knew the name of his savior.

"Mr. Snape? May I call you that?" At Severus's nod, Harry continued, "How did you know that I was at the Dursley's?" Severus pursed his lips and thought for a moment.

"Headmaster Dumbledore wanted me to visit your place of living. You had not responded to your letter of receiving your invitation to attend Hogwarts." Now Harry was confused. "You may ask questions if you did not understand much of what I had just said.

"Mr. Snape, what is Hogwarts, and what invitation? I never received one." Severus sighed. "I will answer more of your questions when you sit down and eat. You are severely malnourished." Harry nodded and sat down across from Severus and looked at the food in front of him, chicken, peas, and mash potato. The sight and smell made his mouth water. He looked at Severus for permission. With Severus' nod, he began to eat.

Oh, how the flavor flooded his mouth. Harry resisted the temptation to stuff all the food into his mouth and eat his fill. But he remembered his manners and ate as much as his mouth can fit the food.

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Severus watched Harry James Potter as he ate. He was subtly impressed with the boy's manners. He felt pity for the boy. The boy knew nothing from what he was able to see from his memories. Severus inwardly sighed. He knew that he would use the whole month of August to properly teach the boy what he needed to know and to bring his health to its proper level. Severus had his work cut out for him, but he was willing for Lily - as well as hope so that the boy does not become a bastard like his father.

Severus can already see Lily in her son. Her kindness, softness, and eyes. Oh, how her eyes were given to her son. The only memory of Lily. Her eyes in Harry's. It was the most beautiful gift Merlin can gift him.

The boy, Harry, his mind whispered to him, did not ask anything. Severus knew that he would be too hungry to ask. He'll answer Harry's questions tomorrow.

Severus ate as he watched the boy. It was then he decided that he will take care of the boy and protest if anyone would say otherwise. Lily's son does not deserve to be raised by selfish witches and wizards. To be raised and become James Potter. Severus scowled at his spoon. He vowed that as long as lived, Harry James Potter will never be like his father.

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Severus finished his meal, feeling quite full. He rose to get healing salves and nutrient potions for the boy. The boy will have to take many potions and have salves applied many times to make sure that the physical signs of his abuse will be gone. But the mental and emotional signs will be there for a long while. But Severus was more than ready to combat that.

Severus felt Harry's eyes on him as he rose.

"I will be getting you healing salves for the many bruises on your body before you sleep." Harry did not say anything so Severus left the boy. He went into his private storage for potions and salves and quickly found his Anti-Bruise salve.

Severus found Harry still seated when he came back.

"I need you to take off your shirt and pants for me to put the salve on you. This salve will work to remove the many bruises your body had received. The other internal injuries will be done afterward." Severus watched Harry as he talked. Harry seemed to understand as the boy got up and started to undress. Severus scowled. The boy barely had to undress as his clothes were bigger than him. The clothes slipped off and Severus had to contain a growl. Harry was covered all over his torso with bruises.

Luckily his legs were in better condition.

He started to approach Harry, unclasping the lid to the balm. Harry seemed to watch him like a hawk. Severus understood why. The boy was afraid of him. Afraid that he will judge him or worse hit him. But Severus understood all too well. He too had his fair share of abuse.

Severus scooped a hefty amount of salve into his hand and motioned Harry to give him his arm. Thankfully, Harry complied easily and gave Severus his arm. Severus generously applied the salve all over Harry's arm. Harry shivered from the warmth of the salve. Soon Severus was able to cover the boy's whole body with salve. He then turned to Harry's poor mess of clothes. With a flick of his wand he transfigured them into a clean pair of pajamas that would fit the boy.

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Harry found himself of a sudden Mr. Snape pulled out an object that looked similar to a twig and changed Dudley's hand-me-downs into clothes that are clean and seem like they fit him!

"Mr. Snape, how did you do that? That was amazing!" Harry saw that Mr. Snape gave him a soft smile. Harry knew that he liked seeing Mr. Snape smile like that.

"It was magic, Harry. You will soon be able to do what I did." Harry was ecstatic. He too wanted to learn magic. To do what Mr. Snape just did. He then remembered the clothes lying on the floor. He looked at Mr. Snape, silently asking for permission to wear the clothes. When Mr. Snape nodded, Harry immediately tried on the clothes. He was amazed at how well they fit him. The clothes were also warm and fluffy.

As Harry turned to face Mr. Snape, he beckoned Harry to follow him. Harry followed Mr. Snape to the stairs and was soon faced with a door.

"This will now be your room, Harry. You are responsible to keep it clean and tidy." Harry was shocked. His room. A room. He never had a room before. Rooms were only for normal people and not for freaks like him. But Harry remembered that Mr. Snape did not think of him as a freak. But Mr. Snape did something that wasn't normal too, so did that mean Mr. Snape was a freak? No, it does not! Mr. Snape was amazing, how can he be a freak? Harry's thoughts asked him. Harry did ponder and then realized that he too wasn't a freak. He realized that he can be amazing just like Mr. Snape.

Thus, Harry knew that he was no longer a freak. But just a little boy who found a new home.

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Severus stared at the boy. It seemed as if Harry was debating something in his mind. Suddenly, Harry turned to him and hugged him. The last person to have hugged him was Lily. Lily, oh how he missed her. Severus didn't know how to react so he lamely put his arm around Harry as well.

"Mr. Snape, thank you for helping me realize that I'm not a freak. Thank you for giving me a new home too. Have a good night, sir." Severus just stared as Harry walked into his room climbing onto his bed. Severus knew he was smiling, but he would never admit it to anyone who asked.

"You are most welcome, Harry. Have a good night too." Severus then shut Harry's door and made his way to his room.

Severus was excited to see what tomorrow would bring both him and Harry.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading the first chapter. I hope that it was satisfactory to you as the reader. Please let me know if I messed up on spelling or grammar. I currently do not have a beta to help me proofread this. If you are willing please DM me and we'll talk more about the story. Next chapter, we will be introduced to Draco and his life. Please look forward to it! Constructive criticism and reviews are welcome!

- The-Songbird-Who-Wrote