A big, beefy man answered the door. He was wearing a fitted muggle suit and had a large mustache; Snape was surprised he could fit through the door.

"Who are you?" Vernon Dursley growled rudely.

"I'm here to fetch Potter, where is he? Snape answered in a dangerous voice. He was not in the mood to deal with stupid muggles at the moment. Snape could see that Dursley looked very uneasy and avoided looking at him. It almost reminded Snape of a stuck-up muggle version of Wormtail.

"He is not here…went out….haven't seen him all day." Dursley was sputtering and not making much sence. This caused Snape to loose patience. He knew Dursley was lying and it made him angry.

Snape advanced with his wand pointed at Dursley's fat face, forcing both of them into the house which was crowded with the rest of the Dursleys and four other juvenile delinquents, all around the same age as Potter, and were starring at Snape like he was mad. Of course they had good reason to. They had no idea what was going on and Snape was fuming.

"DO NOT LIE TO ME! I KNOW HE IS HERE BECAUSE OF THE BLOOD WARDS SURROUNDING THIS DISGUSTING HOUSE! WHERE IS HARRY!"

"HOW DARE YOU! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU MADMAN!"

Snape had been pushed past his limit. He grabbed the front of Dursley's robes and shook him violently and threw him to the floor. Petunia Dursley screamed.

"Where is he Dursley! What did you do to him! So help me, if you hurt one hair on Lily Potter's son's head both myself, Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, The Order of the Phoenix and the Minister of Magic himself will see to it that you spend a long time in Azkaban for child abuse of The Boy Who Lived!" Snape hissed angrily.

Dursley cowered and Snape pointed his wand at him and shouted "Legillimens"

The memory Snape saw was horrifying and almost sent him into panic and rage at the same time. He was pale and visibly shaking with rage. He turned to the other occupants in the room and whispered angrily that no one was to leave the room and ran through the house, out the back door and blasted the door to the shed in the back yard open.

He didn't pause to stare at the terrible scene inside but ran and quickly fell to his knees next to Harry's still, broken, battered and blood covered body. He never thought that the Dursleys would do something like this to any child. Their was barely any air in the shed with the door open, let alone closed, and he didn't know how long Harry had been in there. He ran his fingers down the side of the child's face trying to wipe some of the blood away and soon became aware that his clothes were becoming soaked in Harry's blood that was slowly spreading across the floor. He carefully took the child into his arms and returned to the living room of the house as quickly as he could. He walked into the room, ignoring Petunia's shriek when she saw her nephew's condition, and placed Harry carefully on the couch.

He sent a Patronus to Mrs. Figg for her to floo call Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey, then sat on the edge of the couch to check Harry's pulse. He noticed that Harry was freezing cold, despite being locked in a dangerously hot shed, and wrapped him in a blanket while carefully cradling the fifteen year-old's deathly limp body in his arms.

He felt angry tears sting his eyes at the thought of how badly he had treated Harry nearly all the time. How could he have ever thought that he was the same insufferable brat his father had been all those years ago?

He ran his fingers through Harry's grimy hair like he had seen his father, godfather, and Remus do for him in the past when he was upset. He soon found whispered pleas coming from his mouth.

"Hold on Harry, hold on for us."; "Don't do this to me, it's going to be okay cub, stay with me, Harry"; and "Come on Harry, fight it, be strong, it's going to be alright, everything is going to be alright."

Snape held Harry's head closer to his chest and continued to brush his hair back gently with his hand. Snape was confused. He had been cursing Harry Potter's existence only moments ago and now he feared for Harry's life and only wanted was him to be alright.

*He doesn't deserve to live like this. How could Dumbledore send him here? STUPID LEMON DROP LOVING FOOL! No wonder Harry always looked ill at the start and end of every year.*

He was completely oblivious to the strange looks he was getting from the teenagers and Harry's Aunt Marge. The other three Dursleys looked frightened.

Thankfully, Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey apperated into the room startling everyone except him.

Pomfrey immediately ran to Harry's side while Dumbledore took one look at Harry and started to panic.

"HARRY!....Severus, what happened to him!" He cried frantically. Madam Pomfrey's hysterical voice filled his ears soon after Dumbledore had finished.

"OH MY GOD! Severus how did this HAPPEN!" she screamed while she ran her diagnostic test.

"Severe child abuse Poppy!" Snape answered angrily. He saw Dumbledore sink weakly into a nearby chair and put his head in his hands.

"I can't believe I sent him here. I was so busy worrying about keeping him safe from Voldemort and I completely disregarded that he might not be safe from his own Uncle. Oh Merlin what have I done to him."

---Awkward Silence---

"SEVERUS, I NEED A SNAKE VENOM ANTIDOTE NOW!"

This scream brought Snape and Dumbledore back to the present situation and Snape jumped up from his position on the floor next to Harry and immediately began to conjure a portal door so he could enter his private stores without going to the castle. He disappeared through it almost before it was done and was out just as fast with a pale gold and orange bottle and poured all of the contents down Harry's throat.

"How did he get poisoned Poppy?" whispered Dumbledore.

"I don't know Albus. He doesn't have any snake bites"

Snape was pretty sure he knew how Harry had been poisoned and his suspicions rested with the man that nearly beat him to his death.

"Why don't you ask 'Vermin' Dursley how it got there?" he seethed angrily glaring at the fat muggle who wore a nervous look on his face and there was clearly no hint of remorse. On the contrary, there was a small smirk there.

Before anything else could happen, there was a loud crack outside and five hooded figures appeared in the street. Dumbledore jumped up and conjured several portkeys that would send them to the hospital wing and forced two on the Dursleys and their guests and held out the other to Madam Pomfrey, and Snape(who was holding Harry again and had destroyed the door he had conjured). They all disappeared just as the front door was blasted open by Death Eaters.