Severus Snape didn't know what to think at the moment. All he could do was stare intently at the small child, The small Harry Potter that looked too much like Lily for his comfort.

The entire time he traveled to this disgusting muggle home, he could only think about how spoiled the Boy-Who-Lived would be living under a pampering family. One that would wait on him hand and foot and be at his beck and call.

But now that he was faced with the small child, he couldn't even compare Harry to his childhood bully. Harry didn't even resemble James.

Where James Potter had a more squared face, Harry's was softer and heart shaped. James had brown eyes hidden behind clunky round glasses and a black messy rat's nest of hair. To the extreme contrast, Harry had expressive green eyes that were un-suppressed by any eye-wear and wavy red hair like Lily. James Potter screamed cockiness and confidence when Harry expressed shyness and wonder.

They were complete opposites, but then again, it could be explained by how the two were raised. James was raised by a rich pureblood family where Harry was raised by muggles, and not good ones by his appearance.

He saw a shift from the corner of his eye and saw Petunia edging away from him. Pointing his wand at the horse faced woman once again, he sneered at her frightened appearance.

"Well Tunie, it seems that I will be relieving young Mr Potter from your jurisdiction today and teaching him of his family. I will return him once we have completed what needs to be done. Does that sound appropriate?" He watched with an internal smirk as she nodded fearfully, loosing any confidence she had before.

She frantically grabbed her son, who was still hiding behind the wall, and ran into the kitchen. She left her unconscious husband laying carelessly on the floor, obviously more concerned about her and her son's lives than the giant pig's.

Turning back to the small child once more, he saw the boy look at him with fear, worry, and something else. Something that expressed relief. It was like Harry was happy that he was being taken away by someone he had never met before.

"Come child, we have much to do today." Severus stated, walking out of the door with his robes billowing behind him. He didn't need to see the boy follow him, as he heard the ruffling of small feet against the sidewalk close behind him.

Walking in between two cookie cutter buildings, Severus Snape stopped and turned around to see the boy had followed him thus far, but seemed extremely timid and nervous about where they were going. He could understand why. If a strange man had him go into an alleyway by himself at eleven years old, he would probably react much worse than the way Harry was.

He kneeled down to eye level with the small boy, which was somewhat difficult do to the boy being extremely small and himself being 6'4". Harry tensed up, which Snape noticed and mentally cataloged.

"Harry, have strange things happened around you before? Things that cannot be explained through logic. Please tell me the full truth." Obviously Harry was uncomfortable with the question and looked down at his feet. "Well... when I was younger, m-my Aunt Petunia would try to cut my hair. She would cut it all off except a little bit to cover this weird scar I have. It would grow back the next morning and she would be angry at me for using...my freakishness." Severus didn't show it, but he was infuriated that Harry not only had no idea about magic but that Petunia would be so hateful at a child, just because she didn't have magic.

"Anything else?" Severus asked once more.

"Umm, I was once running away from Dudley and his friends, then I found myself on the roof of a school building." Snape nodded with hidden surprise. Uncontrolled apparation was extremely uncommon for accidental magic, but then again, Harry must have a very strong magical core.

He pulled out a familiar manila envelope. Before handing it to Harry, he noticed something strange about the address. The room that Harry was sleeping in was plastured across the front of the envelope. Severus looked in shock at the words transcribed on it. Cupboard under the Stairs. 'That's another thing to remember for the future.' He told himself.

He handed it to the child, who took it with both hands and stared in awe. Carefully opening the paper, as to not rip the aged parchment, Harry opened and began reading the little document quite carefully. Severus noticed that the boy's eyes lit up with shock and disbelief.

Harry looked up at the still crouched man. "I-I'm a wizard?"

Severus almost gave a smile at the amazed expression on the boy's face. Almost.

"Yes Mr Potter, you are a wizard, much like your mother and... father."

"A-And they both went to this Hogwarts school too?"

"Yes they did child." Harry looked at Severus nervously and fidgeted with his oversized clothing.

"Um, Mr..."

"Snape. Severus Snape." He answered.

"Did...Did my parents love me?" Snape felt his stern features soften. "Yes Mr Potter. Your parents loved you. When your mother found out she was pregnant with you she felt like she was on top of the world. She loved you even before you were born."

Harry let tears stream down his eyes. He always believed that his parents abandoned him or they didn't care. Now he knew. His parents loved him. They loved him and they wanted him. It was the greatest feeling he had ever felt, knowing that his mum actually loved him. Even if they did die in a car accident.

"Mr Snape, you were talking about my mum in the house. D-did you know her?" Harry asked hopefully.

Severus smiled this time. He was pained by her death everyday, but he could never stop talking about how much of an amazing person Lily was. "Yes, I knew her. She was my best friend before and when I went to Hogwarts." Harry looked up at Snape with awe and let a smile creep up on his shy face.

"What did she look like?" Snape stopped his thought on Lily when he heard that question. Had Harry never actually seen a picture of his own mother? He didn't realize that Petunia would go so far with her hatred of her sister. To not own a single picture of her.

"In many ways, she looked like you..." Snape noticed Harry blush at the comments of looking like his mother. It almost made him want to chuckle. "She had long red hair, green emerald eyes and a beautiful unblemished face. She was a brilliant and caring witch that would often help those who needed it."

Harry was stroking his own hair, most likely comparing what his mother looked like to get a mental image.

Severus placed a serious look back on his face and looked at the child once more. "I am going to explain some things to you, as it will help you when you become involved in the wizarding world. First off, the reason your parents died-"

"Mr Snape?" asked a quiet voice. Usually Severus would be quick to anger with being interrupted, but looking down at the curious face of the small adorable child, his cold facade faded away.

"Yes Mr Potter?"

"What do the death of my parents have to do with anything involving the wizarding world? I thought they were killed in a car accident." Snape's almost let his eyes widen in disbelief.

'How could this poor boy not know of how his parents truly...Petunia' Severus found himself angry. Not at the child of his nemesis, but at the hateful power of muggles. Petunia was a filthy woman that took happiness in making her nephew's life miserable.

"Mr Potter. Your parents were not killed in an accident. Your deplorable Aunt lied to you. Your parents died from an attack while protecting you." Snape looked at the intrigued look Harry gave him. "*sigh* I'm going to explain something as quickly as possible. Please do not interrupt unless you absolutely need to.

"First off, there was a Dark Lord that goes by the name You-Know-Who. His real name is Voldemort, but do not say it out loud, as many people fear the name. And yes it is quite idiotic to be afraid of a name.

Second: This Dark Lord was planning on killing all muggleborn children, who are magical children like you, except they have no magical parents. He wanted to destroy all muggles, but his plans did not succeed, as he was destroyed one night. Defeated by a baby philosophized to destroy him. He killed both the baby's parents, then shot a killing curse at the small child, hoping to-"

"Was it green?" Snape stopped and looked at the child with shock. "Do you remember it?"

Harry fidgeted with his long sleeves. "U-um. I've had dreams where I hear screaming then a green light flashes. I usually wake up after... wait, does that mean that..."

"Yes Mr Potter. You were the one that lost your parents that night." Harry looked down at the floor and Snape could tell he was ready to cry. "You also defeated the Dark Lord and saved the wizarding world from his tyranny. After he tried to kill you, the spell rebounded back at him and killed him, but also left a mark on you." Snape noticed how Harry unconsciously went to touch his forehead where the scar was hidden under red hair.

Gently placing a hand on the boy's shoulder, he let the boy process the information. It was a lot to take in for the young boy.

He let the boy remain like this for a few more moments, but he needed to get the day started, lest he be late to working on his latest potion.

"I understand this is plenty of information to take in, but I need to keep the day moving. Will you be able to do the same?" Harry nodded.

"Good. We are going to be apparating, which is much like what you did when you were younger. It is a form of teleporting, so I need you to hold on to my hand quite firmly."

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Harry did as instructed. Taking up the much larger hand with his own, he thought back to the time that he himself 'teleported'. A moment later, he felt like he was sucked through a straw and stretched like taffy at the same time. He had to close his eyes to bear the unusual feeling and persevere. It made him sick to his stomach. He felt the strange feeling pass, now no longer feeling it. Opening his eyes, he looked up and found himself staring at a very unusual bar.

Looking up at Mr Snape, he found the man staring down at him with intent. "Come Mr Potter, we must do something before entering The Leaky Cauldron." Mr Snape pulled out his wand and pointing it at Harry's head. Knowing what was coming next, Harry tensed up and waiting to be hit with some kind of magic.

"What are you doing Mr Potter, I need to see your forehead and cover your scar before we enter." Harry looked up hesitantly. "Why is that Mr Snape?"

"First off, you must call me Professor Snape, as I am a teacher at Hogwarts. Second, your scar is a dead giveaway to who you are. Unless you want people hounding at you all day because of what you did as a toddler, I suggest we cover it up."

Harry felt a little nervous. While Mr- er... Professor Snape has been nothing but truthful with him, he couldn't help but feel nervous with the idea of the man using magic on his head.

"A-Alright Professor." Harry moved the hair out of the way from his scar and waited patiently. Snape then placed his wand several inches about the scar and whispered something. Harry felt a tingling sensation on his forehead, but it quickly passed after a few moments. "There." Professor Snape said. "While you will still feel the scar, nobody will be able to see it until I release the spell on it."

Harry nodded and brought his hand up to his scar and, like Mr Sn- Professor Snape said, he could still feel it.

"Come Mr Potter, we have much to do today." Harry shook his head from his thoughts on his scar and quickly followed Snape into the strange bar.

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Severus Snape walked into the familiar yet disgusting bar known as the Leaky Cauldron. While he despised it's gruff and dirty appearance, it did help when it came to deterring muggles.

Walking past wizards to the front counter, he felt something touch his hand. Turning around, he found Harry staring up at him with a shy look, obviously scared at being caught.

Severus loathed children, only being a teacher because his deal with Albus, but this one was different. While at first it was because the boy looked like Lily, it was something new.

The small child was so timid and scared. He flinched from contact and was usually too afraid to ask questions that the normal curious child would. He was obviously treated very poorly in his current home, and the boy looked like he had never had a good day in his life since he lost his parents.

It somewhat reminded Severus of himself. Too weak to fight against his own father and treated like dirt, but where he became melancholy and angry, Harry grew timid and meek.

Angrily pushing the thoughts about his past away, he palmed the much smaller appendage and allowed Harry to hold onto his hand and walked up to the counter. After a quick word with Tom, who frightened Harry with his strange mannerisms, he walked through the courtyard and found himself with a tiny child attached to his hand and in front of a brick wall.

Using his hand, he knocked on the brick three times, signalling the entrance into Diagon Alley. As bricks moved out of the way from one another, he turned to the small child to who still held onto his hand and gave a slight smirk at the bewildered and amazed look that was on his face. "Mr Potter, welcome to Diagon Alley."