A/N: I'm going to start off by saying that I have given it some thought and I wanted to thank everyone for the comments and words of encouragement. They are honestly so appreciated. I know that fics are for fun and that I shouldn't let what other people say determine what I do with my work. I take all comments and reviews into consideration, positive or negative, simply because over the years I have learned that for every comment there is, there are at least 10 people who have felt the same way. I started this story nearly 10 years ago when I was in high school, and yeah I know that the world building isn't that great and yeah it's cliche and probably not realistic. Though as I write this note, I have come to the realization that this is fiction, and not everyone is going to like it, and if I am honest there are worse stories that have been actually published and made into films.

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Everything feels different, Harry realizes as he finds himself slowly waking up. He doesn't hurt like he should, he's not freezing, and he's certainly not on the hard floor of his closet sized bedroom. As he slowly opens his eyes, he's greeted to a room that's unfamiliar and for a split second he panics. He feels around for the cool metal frames of his glasses and after finding them on the nightstand he shoved them on his face.

It takes a moment as he looks around, trying to calm down, as he wracked his brain until it hits him like a bludger.

Snape.

Snape has come for him.

His father had come to rescue him.

It still sounded strange in his mind calling the professor that, at least it did at that moment.

Tension slowly seeped from his body as he took into the room. Slivers of light were streaming in from the cracks in the dark curtains, showing off how different things were here compared to his aunt and uncles. The walls were painted a soft blue green that looked almost gray, a stark contrast to the ugly wallpaper that littered almost every wall in privet drive except his own. There were a few photos here and there mostly of landscapes, though one looked like a document that he couldn't particularly make out from where he was laying. The atmosphere in the room was different compared to the entirety of the Dursley's, there was no feeling of being unwanted, none of aprehnsion, instead it felt warm and inviting. Which, if he was honest, was the opposite of what he expected.

Harry threw back the covers and slipped out of the bed. Making his way around the room to get a better look around. It dawned on him that the room must have been a guest room, given the lack of personal photographs, though he found himself staring at the landscape paintings for far too long trying to figure out if they were muggle or magical. He was rather entranced by one that he didn't notice Elizabeth appear in the doorway until she spoke.

"I have to admit I didn't expect to find you staring at the wall, but it's nice to see you awake. Honestly thought you would be out for a few more hours."

Harry jumped slightly before turning to the doorway, finding Elizabeth leaning against the door jamb.

"Why do you say that?"

"Healing spells can be taxing on the body sometimes, but that could just be for the caster." She pauses for a moment as if she's trying to recall that tidbit of information before shrugging slightly. "Anyway, I just wanted to come and see if you were awake. breakfast is ready."

Severus sat down in his basement potion's lab, though he wasn't down there to work on anything. instead he was down there to think, to clear his mind. It would only be a matter of time before someone realized that Harry was gone. He doubted that Petunia and her husband would care. He was slightly more worried about Dumbledore and all of those he had at his beck and call. No one from the order would suspect that he had taken the boy, but Albus was a different story.

He exhaled loudly as he ran his hands over his face. He was tired, but still too worked up to sleep, even after all the time he had spent over Harry, murmuring healing spell after healing spell until the cuts and bruises had faded and only small, light scars remain. Afterwards, he sat up by the boy's bed until he could make out the dim light of dawn struggling to make its way through the cracks in the curtains.

Elizabeth had stayed up with him most of the night, offering her help until he sent her to bed because she would hardly keep her eyes open. and now he wondered if she was awake, if Harry was even awake. He knew he should have stayed upstairs, but he had some things to think over and certainly some letters to write. Now he was considering what the meddling old fool's next step would be. Of course it would deal with some sort of campaign to try and smear his name, to try and convince that he took the boy for nefarious reasons. However, Severus was more than ready to fight back against the headmaster if and when he needed to.

Severus let out another sigh as he reached for a piece of parchment when he heard the basement door open before the stairs creaked as Elizabeth made her way halfway down the steps.

"I thought you would be passed out over your desk,"

"No, not yet, dear." Severus turns himself slightly to give his daughter his attention. "How is he?"

"Harry? He was awake when I went up to check up on him. I figured I ought to do that first before coming to tell you that I made breakfast."

Severus gave her a nod.

"I'll be up in a moment. I just need to finish something down here, alright?"

"Alright." Disappointment was apparent on her face. "But don't take too long, everything will be cold if you take forever."