July 31st 1991
Despite Arabella's best efforts, Harry was still scared of magic. She even praised when he got in trouble at school for accidental magic. Turning his teacher's hair blue was an amazing thing according to her. And Neville hasn't done a spec of magic.
But a squib wasn't too bad, she could handle that, after all, she was a squib herself. But witnessing Harry rip the letter and hiding in the broom closet, he has yet to come out of, was terrifying.
She heard a knock at her door, "Hello." She greeted Severus. "He's in the broom closet. Won't come out." She led Severus to the closet.
He knocked on the door summoning a gentleness he wished he didn't need. "Harry, I am Severus Snape." He held back a sneer. "I teach at Hogwarts." "I'm not going to a place with you freaks. I'll die there!" "Now Harry, it is my job to protect you at Hogwarts. No one is going to let you die." If anyone gets to kill Harry, it will be him. "Speaking of death, do you know what happens to people who repress their magic?" "At least then I die on my own terms. And won't be forced to abandon the muggle world!" "Is that what you are afraid of? Being killed and that we will force you to leave everything behind?" Tears. "Harry, I will talk to the Headmaster and ask that you can visit Ms. Figg every weekend and I personally promise you, I'll keep you safe alright. With these conditions, will you try at least a term?" Harry nodded, forgetting Snape couldn't see him. Snape sensing his fear opened the door, and saw a crying boy hugging himself, "Let's get out of this closet." "O-okay." Snape led a still crying boy to the living room. "Longbottom." He greeted. "Harry needs you, okay. When you see him, catch him up on the muggle things so he can feel included okay? You are his rock." "Yes, sir." Neville was now smiling. And Snape left wondering what he got himself into with the Potter brat.
At Olivander's Snape was beside a reluctant Harry who was waving wand after wand as slow as he could manage. Normally he doesn't make house calls, but Harry was a special case. He refused to go with anybody else and Hagrid caused the boy to hide in the broom closet again. Snape had to spend three hours coaxing the boy out again. And he decided since he was already with Potter, he may as well, help him get school supplies.
"There you go. Curious, how curious." Snape gave a warning glare. Don't you dare tell him! He'll never touch a wand again. "What's curious?" "Olivander is talking about how he has run out of wands of that kind rather quickly. They're usually a rare sale." "Okay, sir." Harry nodded as Snape rushed him out. "Let's get your robes."
Snape watched as Harry was getting fitted for robes next to Malfoy who he was giving a small warning glare too. Draco, knowing not to get on his godfather's bad side, stayed quiet as a teen and an uncomfortable looking lady approached Snape. "Harry!" Was said rather loudly. "Another Harry. Not you." Snape said before Harry could look at who said his name.
"So you are the ones who caused Harry to fear magic." Snape sneered, "And I suppose I have this oaf in my class." "Mom! I don't wanna go with these freaks!" "Glad we're on the same page." "You have no right." Petunia tried to chide Snape. "You had no right to make a boy so afraid of his magic that any time it's mentioned, he freaks out. You could've killed him." Snape looked at Dudley, "And now, because of you, this boy is at the same risk. I suppose he's muggleborn?" "Sadly." Petunia sighed. "Now he may get killed." "If anything kills him, it will be you." Petunia pulled Dudley away from the shop.
Harry came out with some robes. All supplies came out of Ms. Figg's pocket as she felt Harry should keep his vault contents to himself. Snape had no intention of showing Harry his vault or Gringotts at that point in time as he knew Harry would 100% bolt if he did so, if he even made it to the vault.
"Potions." Snape smiled when Harry picked up a book of potions on his own and read some of it until the moving pictures caused him to drop it and scream. "Harry, our pictures move." Snape ignored every instinct and patted the boy's back. "At least potions is normal." "Yes. It's basically cooking. I teach that class." "Really!" Harry's eyes lit up. "Yes." Snape spent the rest of the trip answering Harry's many potions questions. He was a little upset Harry didn't consider potions magic, but wasn't going to argue a starting point on getting Harry to like magic, because if he hates magic, he hates part of Lilly.