Chapter 2

Harry got up groaning, but knowing better than to make any noise, he was

in the very bottom of the house. Any noise could be heard through out

the entire house, he slept in the same clothes that he had for many years

now. Getting to work, he first got the hot water from the well.

The servants started to get to work soon after Harry; the house was

usually spotless by the time the Dursley's got up an hour later. He got

everything done before going to the dining area, putting their food down

after a few forced polite words.

He then left to do some of his other chores, sighing softly he started

picking fruit from the tree. This was a sad day for him, as well as the

other servants. Figg had been shipped to the America's and there was

nothing they could do about it. That was until Harry's best friend, Hermione

came up with something that may just enable them to get the old woman back.

"Why don't you go as a Lord and demand Figg back, I mean he would surly

give you your servant back" said Hermione, shrugging her shoulders.

"I would be in so much trouble if I did that Hermione, but no one will

know who I am, perhaps it may just work." said Harry deep in thought.

"You need to make up your mind, I can get you some dress clothes, the

rest you will need to do yourself" said Hermione.

"What do you mean the rest?" asked Harry frowning.

"You need to bathe Harry, otherwise it will not be believed," said

Hermione softly, Harry would have been angered by the words if anyone

else had said it but it wasn't anyone, it was his best friend.

"Fair enough I will clean myself up, meet me at the market inn it's

nearest to the area Figg will be in." said Harry.

"Ok, I will be there but hurry Harry" said Hermione as she ran off,

Harry as well took off and washed himself in a cold pool of water. The

Dursley's would never allow him in warm water. They didn't like him being

in cold water either, just in case he got ill, and they were left with a servant

shorter than normal.

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"Wow, this is really nice Hermione, its been so long since I was ever in

anything nice" said Harry softly rubbing the material. Thankfully he

remembered the manners his father had instilled into him.

"Yes its nice, now put it on. Hurry, I want this over and done with" said

Hermione,

"Ok," said Harry, getting behind a board and changing.

"I'm coming out and don't laugh" said Harry, feeling embarrassed for

some strange reason.

"Wow, you do look handsome with this on" said Hermione, smiling brightly

at her friend.

"You think so? The shoes are too big" said Harry, he was wearing his old

shoes, thankfully the trouser leg covered his shoes, so there would be no

questions asked.

"You look amazing Harry, its just a shame you cannot let anyone notice

you" said Hermione, "However, we need to do something about that hair"

she added, smiling brightly and dragging him away.

By the time Hermione was finished, his hair was not shaggy but nicely

brushed and wavy, hanging down his back. Men didn't usually have long hair in those

days but it was not unheard of. With hair like Harry's it deserved showning

off. Sighing quietly, Harry took off, he had the person who had cared for

him more than others to save.

He was walking fast, but not running, he didn't have any idea what he

was looking for. He was on his way into the building when he saw a cart;

one of the women looked familiar. Gasping, he bit his lip before he could

chicken out, he bolted down the stairs and out into the grounds.

"God, give me strength"

"That is my servant in there and I wish to repay the debt against her"

said Harry, stopping the horses and the cart with a pull of the reins.

"Too late she is already bought and paid for" snapped the man, trying to

continue the trip.

"How dare you treat my servant this way, I demand you release her at

once or I shall take this matter to the King." said Harry never once raising

his voice. Knowing it was ungentlemanly to raise his voice to anyone, even servants.

"The King is the one that sold her, she's now properly of the carter"

said the man.

"She is not property at all, you ill-mannered tub of guts do you think

its right to chain people like chattel? I demand you to release her at

once" he said.

"Get out of my way" snapped the man, getting angry.

"You dare raise a voice to a Lord this way?" asked a smooth angry voice.

Harry closed his eyes in dread, turning around he bowed stiffly, hoping

against hope that the man didn't realize who he was. He knew he was much

different from the boy that he had just seen yesterday.

The Prince however, was the same as ever, his clothes fitting him

perfectly, his lovely black hair coming down his face. Just like Harry's, only

Harry's was wavy. The Prince had the most stunning eyes, a lovely shade of

brown, almost like onyx jewels, a shame he could not look at them all night. He

shook himself out of his thoughts and joined the conversation.

"Your highness, forgive me sire, I meant no disrespect, its just I'm

following orders to take these thieves to town" said the man again.

"A servant is not a thief, your highness, and those who are, cannot help

themselves" said Harry.

"Really? Well by all mean enlighten us" drawled the Prince.

"If you suffer your people to be ill- educated and their manners

corrupted from infancy, then punish them for those crimes, to which their first

education disposed to them, what else is to be concluded sire, but that you

first make thieves and then punish them" said Harry, he didn't know where

he was getting the guts to do this.

"Well there you have heard it, release her" said the Prince.

"But sire" protested the man.

"I said…release her" said the Prince.

"Yes sire" said Argus Filch doing the Princes bidding.

"I thought I was looking at your father" said Figg looking ready in tears.

"You knew him?" asked Harry confused.

"Yes," said Figg sniffling softly.

"Meet me at the bridge; prepare the horses we will leave at once. We

will talk more when I get home" said Harry as Figg went off making it

look like she was doing Harry's bidding.

"I thank you, your highness" said Harry bowing low before continuing on.

The Prince got off his horse and caught up with the mysterious young

man. He then asked the question that had been bugging him for the past

twenty minutes.

"Have we met?" he asked smoothly.

"I do not believe so, your highness" said Harry, panicking inside.

"I could have sworn I knew every courtier in the province" said the

Prince smoothly, a hint of suspicion entering that smooth voice.

Harry had to come up with something quick, so he decided to just tell

a half truth.

"I'm visiting a cousin" said Harry continuing walking.

"Who?" asked the Prince curiously.

"My cousin" said Harry knowing he could not tell the Prince who he was

living with otherwise he would be killed for sure.

"Yes, you said that. Which one?" asked the Prince narrowed eyed.

"The only one I have, sire" said Harry telling the complete truth.

"Are you being coy on purpose or do you honestly refuse to tell me your

name?" asked the Prince looking exasperated.

"No! And yes" said Harry walking faster he hoped the Prince didn't

follow him all the way home.

"Then, pray tell, tell me your cousin's name so I might call upon her to

learn who you are?" asked the Prince.

"Do you speak with many peasants?" asked Harry changing the subject.

"Certainly not, not at all, naturally" said the Prince.

Feeling hurt Harry said "Excuse me but there is nothing natural about

it! A country's character is defined by it. They are the legs you stand

on. That position demands respect not…" said Harry.

"Am I to understand you find me arrogant?" asked Severus, shocked as he

stood in front of him.

"Well, you gave one person back their life, but did you even glance at

the others?" asked Harry, his green eyes sparkling.

"Please give me a name? Any name" said Severus, still shocked at what was said.

"I feel the only name I will leave you with is Harry Evans" said Harry,

Potter was still remembered and he could not use it.

"Harry, that was not so hard, now was it?" asked Severus teasingly, Harry

was a great companion and he would speak to him again if it killed him.

"Ah Severus, the King would like a word" said the Queen, Eileen Prince,

coming out of the side garden.

"Hello mother, yes he normally does" said Severus his nostril flaring a bit.

Severus turned around to look for Harry; he was shocked when he could

not find him. He was not there, scowling that someone had to interrupt him, as always.

He would most probably see him again, sighing softly he might as well

get the conversation with his father out of the way. Tobias Snape was a

very demanding father, but loved Severus none the less. There was nothing

more important to Tobias Snape than the throne.