A/N: Ok so this chapter didn't quite go how I had intended it to. I had actually planned on getting to Hogwarts in this chapter... then one thing led to another...

Also, Im didnt responf to many of the reviews I got because I didnt get the alerts on my email and I wasnt sure which ones I responded to and whichones I didnt. So I''ll say a quick "THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS!!!!!" To everyone

"Please don't make me stay here Uncle Severus." Harry was holding onto Severus' cloak with a white-knuckled grip.

"I have no choice Harry. You must go; I cannot stay here too long. The Headmaster made it so I can only visit when I have his express permission. I do not, at this time, have it." Severus' voice was strained in obvious pain from being near the Dursley home. "Do not believe what those Muggles tell you Harry. You do not deserve what they do to you. They are bad people." He pushed Harry into the ward's boundaries. "Go inside right now."

Harry hurried to comply and ran to the window as soon as he was indoors and watched as the last of his family disappeared.

"You're mine now, boy," Came from behind Harry. He didn't turn around or make a noise even as the belt he was being beaten with started tearing open his skin. He could only think of how much he hated Albus Dumbledore.

3 years later

"Boy! Get your ass out of bed and make breakfast."

Harry opened his eyes and sighed. "Why don't you make it you fat piece of-" the door to his cupboard was thrown open by his equally fat cousin.

"Get up freak. Make my breakfast, I'm hungry!"

Harry rolled out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. The Dursleys were sitting in the dining room around the table talking. Or rather, Dudley was whining, Vernon was boasting, and Petunia was gossiping. Harry sneered in disgust. "Bloody Muggles," he muttered to himself.

He cooked their meal and resisted the urge to throw the bacon grease at his Uncle. No too much longer, he thought to himself, my letter should be coming soon. After doing his chores he hid himself inside his cupboard as he always did. It was one of the only places he really felt safe.

He sighed and lay back on his mattress. He missed his Uncle Severus. That thought made him remember just why he missed his uncle. Dumbledore. He scowled at the man's name even inside his head. He was the reason for all of Harry's pain. If it weren't for him he would be with Severus, he would be happy.

He wanted so much to just run away – but where would he go? He had no other family other than Severus and it hurt Severus to be around him because of the old coot. He had no one. He knew though that as soon as he could do magic he wouldn't let any of them touch him ever again. He wouldn't be scared anymore. It would them crying and begging him to stop. He wou-

"Boy! Get the post." Vernon shouted interrupting his thoughts.

"He summons," Harry said sarcastically. He got up from his cupboard and picked up the letters that had fallen from the mail flap. He flipped through them as he made his way to the kitchen.

"Bill, bill, ug Marge, bill," He gasped. There it is! "Uncle Vernon I got my letter!" He was going to be free! He hurried to show it to his uncle.

Vernon ripped the envelope open and read it before handing it back to Harry. "One of the freaks will be by to pick you up in a month, you leave the day after," he scowled.

Harry picked up the letter and read as much as he could. He could only read what he had learned when he was with his parents. The Dursleys never taught him and they never let him attend school. Freaks didn't deserve it.

The only part of the letter he cared about though was the part saying his Uncle Severus was going to be the one to pick him up. He hurried back to his cupboard and waited impatiently for the nest few weeks to pass.

August 31 (A month later)

"Get the door!"

Harry hurried from his cupboard to the door. He straightened his clothes and tried to flatten his unruly hair then opened the door. "Hello."

Severus was standing at the door wearing his usual black attire. He hadn't changed much since the two last saw each other "Mr. Potter."

Harry felt his excitement drop a little. Mr. Potter? I should have figured, he thought, why would he want a freak? "Un – Professor Snape."

Severus saw the boy's dejected look and pulled him into a hug. "I wasn't serious Harry." He pulled away from the young boy held him at arms length so he could get a good look at him. "Are you ready?"

Harry nodded and they left for Diagon Alley.

Severus looked over at Harry and smiled. They had stopped at Fortescue's for ice cream before shopping and Harry now had a spot of chocolate on his forehead. "How did you manage to get chocolate on your forehead, heathen?"

Harry rolled his eyes up attempting to see said spot. "I always get messy when I have chocolate. It ends up in the weirdest places." He took a napkin and wiped the spot clean and smiled. "Better?"

"Yes."

"Where are we going to go next?" Harry took another bite of his frozen treat.

"Gringotts. We can't just beg for your supplies."

Harry snickered. "Then we really would be heathens, huh?"

"Indeed."

"I don't have any money though. The Dursleys never gave me any."

"Your parents left you some."

Harry stiffened at the mention of his mum and dad. He still remembered and it still hurt. "Right."

"Finish up your ice cream and we will get going."

They Apparated back in front of the Dursley home around five with their arms full of packages.

"Why can't I stay with you?" Harry asked for the tenth time.

"Because Dumbledore said no. Hand me your wand."

"Why can't I keep it? The Muggles will leave me alone if I have it!"

Severus sighed. The Muggles; a conversation he would save for later. "Because the Headmaster wants to make sure it's safe," Severus lied. The old coot didn't want Harry to be able to scare off his relatives.

Harry placed his new wand in Severus' hands. "When will I get it back?"

"When I pick you up tomorrow."

"Okay."

"Hurry up now, I have to get back to the school."

Harry turned and walked into the Dursleys with his arms filled. He would have to find a place to stash it.

Harry was sitting in his cupboard with a fresh black eye later that night. He didn't worry about it too much, he knew it would be gone by tomorrow. It was his head he was worried about. He hit it on the table and he was feeling really dizzy. His side also hurt when he breathed in as well.

He sighed and closed his eyes thinking about the day's events. The most interesting was getting his wand. Mr. Ollivander said that they could expect great things from him. Did that mean he would be powerful?

If I were powerful, I could make the Dursleys scared of me. They wouldn't ever touch me again. Dumbledore wouldn't be a problem either. All I would have to do is say two certain words and poof, he's gone. Harry smiled at his thoughts. Now that would be a happy ending.

Harry went to sleep with a smile on his face that night.

September 1

His side was still in quite a bit of pain when he woke up the next morning.

"Boy!"

Yeah, yeah you fat oaf I'm coming. Harry climbed out of bed wincing as he bent over to get through the door and went into the kitchen to make the family their breakfast.

He started thinking about yesterday again. He had really missed Sev and he had so much fun. The trip to his vault had stirred up some negative emotions but his Uncle Severus cheered him right up afterwards by snarking at one of the Goblins for going too fast on the ride down.

Harry was jolted from his musings by his aunt's voice and the smell of burning bacon. "You worthless, vile little freak! Clean that up right now!"

Harry hurried to obey. He picked up the pan with an oven mitt and started to take it over to the sink. The pan slipped from his grasp and fell with a loud clatter to the floor.

Today is so not going my way, he thought to himself.

"Boy!" His uncle was now involved there, inevitably, would be pain soon.

Sure enough his uncle stayed true to his usual ways and picked up the still steaming pan. Harry scrambled to move out of the way of the pan that was swinging for his head. He managed to dodge it but it hit his shoulder and the smell of burning skin soon filled his nostrils. And the pain!

Harry screamed as his flesh was seared each time the pan landed on a new expanse of skin. His uncle only stopped when he was sure Harry didn't have an undamaged spot of skin on his being. By then Harry had cried, screamed, pleaded and was close to passing out.

Severus had been anxious all day for Dumbledore's permission to get Harry. The morning seemed to go by slower than Fudge on a good day. He was about to go up to see the Headmaster and curse him until he allowed Severus to go… or died but the old man beat him to it.

So Severus arrived at the edge of the Dursley household with Dumbledore still breathing and made his way impatiently to the door. He was about to knock when he heard screams, which quickly died down. He burst through the door wand drawn and almost yelled at the outrage he felt at seeing Harry laying on the floor in front of the door to the kitchen.

"That filthy, no good, rotten, Muggle! What did he do to you?" Severus hurried over to the young mans side. Two seconds later said Muggle walked through the backdoor. Severus wasted no time in cursing him with a particularly nasty dark spell that would cause the whale to slowly deteriorate. He then sent a quick binding spell to hold him still while he attended to Harry.

Harry let relief wash through him at his Uncle Severus' voice. He would be safe now. Knowing he had that safety he let himself drift into blissful unconsciousness.

A/N: Ok so I put a little of me in Harry on this chapter. I cannot, absolutely cannot eat chocolate without getting it on some obscure place on my face (at least when I was allowed to eat it ::grumbles about oxalate disease::) Also, the side hurting thing, although I am not injured my side hurts me quite often (kidney stones)

On another note you all may be wondering how Harry can be so angry and rude (for lack of a better term) When I was 11 it was like watching a George Carlin speacial (minus good jokes). I'm not that much better now.