Summary: When Dumbledore suspects something odd going on at Number Four, he sends his resident spy to investigate. What Severus finds will not only shock to coldhearted PotionsMaster, but revelations that follow will rock the WizardingWorld. AU!Sevitus!DursleyAbuse!WIP!

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine

Rating: PG13/T

Dedication: Jessica (you know who you are!)

A/N: I'm sorry for the crappiness of this chapter, but having a state band competition will do that (grins) We did rather well- two 38's and a 39 (out of 40) for our prepared music, for a total of 118/120 or 1 (Superior Rating), and a 35/40 on our site reading for a 2. Oh- there's a slight rambling at the end of the story, so you can skip that if you wish. It's rather short- I apologise, expect chapter four to be MUCH longer!

Enjoy!

OoO Alecks OoO

Change of An Icy Heart Repost

Part the Third Awakenings and Leavings

"Harry? Can you wake up for me?" Severus murmured, gently shaking the teens shoulder. Harry exploded in activity, his legs drawn up to his chest, arms above his head, and stammering apologies. "Harry, it's all right! You're uncle's not here." Severus soothed lowering Harry's arms. A throat being cleared drew their attention to Albus Dumbledore. Harry gave him a sheepish smile as he took his glasses from Severus, slipping them on. "Hullo, Professor." Harry said as Severus handed him a potion, Harry downing it without a second thought. "Hello, Mister Potter. I am glad to see you feeling better. Now, I do believe we need to get you to Severus' flat. The Portkey is ready, I will be back after I speak with your relatives." Dumbledore said, leaving the room quietly.

"Is this everything?" Severus asked softly, gesturing to the trunk and belongings he had found in the cellar. "Yes sir." Harry said softly, Severus raising a hand to card it through Harry's messy locks. Eyes wide, Harry jerked away, whimpering as he jarred his still-healing ribs. "Please no!" Harry gasped, emerald orbs glassy with frozen tears. Bringing his hand back, Severus tried to calm Harry. "Hush, Harry. It's alright, I won't hurt you." Severus soothed, raising his hands in peace. "I- I'm sorry," Harry stuttered as Severus sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, gently pulling Harry into a sitting position. "I'll Portkey us to my home, alright?" Severus said softly, shrinking Harry's belongings and pocketing them. Harry nodded, leaning lightly against Severus' chest. "Activate," Severus whispered, the room disappearing in a whirlwind of colour.

Landing in the front foyer of his small cottage on the ocean, Severus helped steady Harry, "It's nice," Harry murmured, emerald eyes scanning the hall. "Come along," Severus said softly, gently tugging Harry up a set of oak stairs to the second floor. "I'll show you around in after you get settled in and have a light lunch. The first door on the left is my room and the one next to it is yours. There is a bathroom across the hall and another guest room." He explained, opening the oak door and motioning him in. Harry entered the room and froze.

The room was large and spacious with a large bay window. The walls were a light sky blue with oak panelling on the bottom. A large four posted bed with clean bedding was beneath another window. An oak wardrobe stood next to the bed and an oak trunk at the foot of the bed. Standing in the middle of the room, Harry turned around slowly, taking in everything. An empty oak bookshelf stood next to an oak desk, a Muggle laptop on it. "Harry?" Severus asked softly, coming up behind him. Choking, Harry turned, boldly hugging Severus. Startled, Severus froze for a moment before hugging the small teen back. "You're very welcome, child." He murmured into the messy mop.

End A/N: Okay, I have a chance to spend eight days and eight nights (excluding the flights) in England for $2,774 for a choir trip next summer. Should I go? We'll be there for a total of eleven days (including the day we leave for England and the day we leave for America). We'll be in quite a few people- Statford-upon-Avon, Salisbury, Stonehenge, Bath, Warwick, London, and a few small hamlets. We'll be giving three concerts- a midday, evening, and one at a Sunday worship service near London. My parents are still debating, especially since I've never been overseas and I need a passport, my applications, and $300 by 1 June. Yikes. So, yes I've rambled, but I needed an outlet.

Until the 30th, Alecks.

Happy Easter!