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Snape couldn't believe his own eyes when he entered the Dursley household. The house was completely destroyed from the inside, especially in the kitchen. As far as he could gather, this all happened while everyone was in the kitchen eating lunch. There was an argument between his uncle's sister, Aunt Marge, and Potter about Dudley's success. She said something that made him snap and completely went out of control. What did she say, it couldn't be as what he always say to the boy? "So, what did the woman say to Potter?"
"She said, 'If there is something wrong with the bitch, there's something wrong with the pup.' And it was directed at Harry personally, as far as I know, she never knew Lily. All she knew was that she wasn't a normal common folk who died, to hide the truth from the woman, in a car crash drunk." Dumbledore's face looked almost disgust. "She hated the boy ever since she laid eyes on him, just like the Dursleys, she made his life much more of a living hell. I can't believe Harry was able to live with such people, you would expect him to turn evil and kill all of them."
Snape nodded in agreement. "If I see that woman, I'll hex her into oblivion for talking about Lily in such a manner. Where is she?"
"Hospital," Dumbledore answered. "She was clearly hurt severely by Harry's magic, a few scratches and bruises, mostly broken bones from her fall and a concussion."
"She deserved every bit of it."
Snape walked into the destroyed kitchen where the Ministry of Magic officials were gathered around, searching for any clues of the boys whereabouts. He could see bits of blood on the floor where the woman probably was at, plates were shattered and knives and forks stuck to the ceiling and walls. He never imagined a child's magic to be so untamed, never at this level. No wonder he was never able to learn spells properly, he has no control over his use. he walked out of the kitchen to go up stairs in the hallway.
He saw a broken door, that was obviously done by the boy's uncle. The axe was laid on the floor near bits of wood pieces were scattered. Cautiously, Snape stepped through the door to find a room that a messed. Some of the things looked like they were meant to be broken out of anger, and some of the places that were empty seemed like there was stuff that were meant to be there. The owl's cage was left opened and emptied on it's own stand, but no clothing or luggage, no sign of any magical books, were left in the child's room. Snape assumed, that he only took what was his so he would never have to come back for anything. The only things that were left behind were some clothing that were 2x his size clothing, hand downs from the Dursley's son, Dudley.
He sneered at the old ratted clothing on the floor, how could they treat Lily's son in such a manner, he was only a child. Snape didn't notice at first, but he saw padlocks of all sorts on Harry's broken bedroom door and dog flap at the bottom. What the fuck? They… wouldn't do that to the child really? But, something told him in his guts that this was the boys true life style, a prisoner, a dog that was caged up like some animal. Mistreated was written all over the place. All this time he mocked Harry's life as a spoiled rotten brat, and he was deliberately wrong, so wrong.
If the boy was treated like this daily, would that mean the reason why he had so many accidental problems with his magic? He probably depended on his magic as a survival skill so he was able to live, no wonder he had no control whatsoever. What else had they done? He walked out of the room and went down stairs until the cupboard under the stairs opened. He was about to close until he saw something in the closet that made him curious. He opened the door all the way and was in a shock for his life. There, in the cupboard, was an old mattress with an old smelly blanket and pillow, not only that a few broken toys on a shelf. On the door from the inside, there said in messy handwriting, "Harry's Room".
Oh my… Merlin sake! Snape was furious now, because of Potter's past, the boy had no control over his powers because he was always punished and thrown in a cage like some wild animal. This made complete sense; he was so blinded, Harry really hid his true life well. Why say nothing, he must of went to the Headmaster at least once. He walked back into the kitchen to find Dumbledore talking to the Minister of Magic.
"They told us the boy did it on purpose," the Minister proclaimed.
"Harry would never want to harm anyone unless he felt threaten," Dumbledore respond in a serious tone. "You and I know Harry would never want to wish anyone ill will. What happened here was accidental magic that has not been tamed."
The Minister nodded. "But, still he ran off… they must of said something to him that made him run off, like probably told him he was going to prison. As far as I can tell, it was their fault that they didn't try to help Harry cope with his magic or cope with anything. His emotions are practically all over the place, if the words of the vile woman got to him like this, he must be completely dramatised.
"That's not all Minister Fudge," Snape said. "He's been not only abused verbally, but he was also neglected and probably hit on occasions. They also made him sleep in the cupboard under the stairs, all of his old childish things are still under there."
"Well, he has been abused most of his life," Minister said. "Not only, that but he pretty well known for trouble making."
"That doesn't quite surprise me," Snape said.
"I mean worse than what James ever did in a lifetime," he pulled out a big report file, Muggle made obviously, it read 'Police File of Harry James Potter'. "I was in total shocked when I read this, never thought Harry would cause so much trouble with Law Enforcement. Stealing, violating someone's property, tripping cops, selling alcohol and cigarettes, hijacking cars, and smoking and drinking underage at ten years old. He also went to juvie at least ten times living here before entering Hogwarts, as what the dates say here."
"Oh my…" Dumbledore said, almost in shocked. "I never knew any of this, wouldn't all of this be informed through the Ministry of Magic?"
"Muggle laws and Wizard laws are completely different," Minister Fudge said. "I guess they never knew he was a wizard, his paperwork would of had a special stamp if that were the case, I guess this never got to them, hence why we never knew anything about these."
Dumbledore turned to Snape. "What do you think?"
"If anything, I'll take the boy in," Snape responded. "His magic has been growing stronger, but controlling that amount of power is something I can help him with. His emotions, I can counsel him to bring him to normal state, it might take a very… very long time to fix him."
"Take as much time as you need, Severus," Dumbledore said. "Custody will be transferred to you immediately, and we need to find him. Not one speck of evidence of his whereabouts are in this house, no hints. Where would he go?"
"Did you guys ask around the neighborhood, if they have seen him running?"
Before Dumbledore responded, someone came running into the house. "We have people who had seen the boy! He ran in the direction of the public park into the woods somewhere! We don't know how far, but he's somewhere there!"
"Thank you sir," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I think Severus and I will go out to fetch him. I'm assuming you're all cleaning the mess."
"Like we have any other choice, Dumbledore," Minister Fudge replied. "But, good luck finding him, and make sure you put in full report in Dumbledore."
"Will do." Snape followed Dumbledore out the door into the almost cold night in search for the boy.
Harry was breathing heavily as he dragged his luggage behind him. He had no food or water with him; beer won't hydrate him and cigs would just make it even worse. He decided to sit down to take a moment, his legs were killing him. His wound where he was hurt, was in such agony that he knew it was going to be infected by morning. Harry had no where else to go, sooner or later, they will find him and take everything away from him. He was practically a murderer, how was he going to live through all of this?
I totally fucked up big time. Harry didn't know what to do, so he cried quietly, hugging his knees to his chest. What else could a defenseless dangerous boy could do? He didn't even know where he was to begin with, and he couldn't even return home. He wished this was only a nightmare, this couldn't be real. Why? Oh Merlin sake… why me? He began to cry heavily, not caring if anyone heard him, found him crying. I want to go home! I want someone, anyone please Merlin, anyone just save me from this nightmare I'm in.
But, there was no such things as wishes, magic yes, but wishing to be saved from a beautiful but horrible curse it will never happen. Not even Merlin himself could save him from destroying people, or help him control his rage that was deep down waiting to take full control. If he couldn't save himself, no one could save him now. He was going to jail, for attempt murder and for injuring his not related aunt. No one would care for his cries out for help, to believe him that he couldn't control his own ability. Nothing but a monster, this thought made Harry feel even more guilty than before which made him wail in the non stopped tears, his magic gathered up around, him like a blanket, shielding him. No matter the comfort, those tears, the cry of pain wouldn't stop.
"Harry…" said a familiar soft voice.
Harry choked back his sobs and turned around to find Headmaster Dumbledore, but also his Potion Master, Prof. Snape. He tried to calm himself down, but he couldn't he was found he was being sent off to prison. He pointed his wand at the headmaster, who didn't even attempt to take his wand out, nor Prof. Snape. Harry was confused, but kept his composure.
"Harry, I know you are afraid, but we have not come here to harm you," Dumbledore said, as calmly as mother's tone. "We know it was an accident, you meant no harm to that woman who insulted your mother and you. You are not going to be locked up, I promise you."
Harry shook his head, he couldn't believe it. After all, it was the headmaster who kept denying him, to be taken away from the Dursley's. How was he suppose to know if he wouldn't take him to prison. "No… you're lying! Like every other adult has done to me. If you come any closer, I'll burn the forest to the ground it will all three of us!"
"Harry… you need to calm down," Dumbledore said. Prof. Snape was still silent observing the magic Harry was surrounded in. "We are going to put you in a new home with someone who can help train your magic, to help you with your emotions, and to talk out your problems that you had suffer over the years. We are here to help, not accelerate the problem."
Harry glared at Dumbledore, wand still pointing at him his magic growing a bit stronger. "Who are you going to sent me to, Snape?!"
"That's Prof. Snape!"
"That was the idea Harry," Dumbledore said, a little hesitant.
"Are you fucking kidding me," Harry yelled out loud. "Are you seriously going to continue making mistakes, don't you fucking understand that WE fucking hate each other?! I rather see him drop dead from a potion accident then live under the same fucking roof as him!"
"It wasn't my idea, technically," Dumbledore said. "He offered to do it."
"BULLSHIT!" His magical core was growing into so much power that even Dumbledore stumbled back in fear. "Don't lie to me! You have told me nothing but lies and hid the truth from me, even the questions I ask you! I'm too fucking young to know the truth my ass!"
"Harry," this time it wasn't Dumbledore's voice, it was Snape's. Of all the people in the world, he never thought of hearing his name, in such a calm voice, from his hated professor. "I know you and I have not gotten off a good start since the day we meet. But, Dumbledore isn't lying, I thought of the idea. I want to help you."
"No," Harry was backing off, his shaking in denial, his magic covering him like a shield, as if his magic was actually alive. "No… you're lying! You're lying, stop lying!"
"Harry…" Snape pointed his wand at Harry. "I won't hurt you, but I'm sorry… I have to this." With a flick of his wand, the spell hit Harry right in the middle of his chest. Once done, Harry fell to the ground, and everything was blank.
