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Summary: The real truth of Harry Potter's life written by Severus Snape (third-person) that really portrays the life and times of Harry Potter's years spent in Hogwarts.

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Book One

Chapter Two

Ten years later

As he entered the office, a wave of comfort fell over him as the familiarness of the dwelling captured him. There was anything particularly spectacular about his quarters. To tell the truth it was barren except for the cloth of green hanging on his wall. But it was Professor's Snape's preference. This room was where he had peace and quiet after dealing with troublesome students.

His dark black eyes fell upon the manila folder lying on his desk. Snape peered at it closely, speculating reasons for the folder appearing on his desk. After looking at it for several minutes, he slowly placed his yellow-nailed forefinger underneath the manila file and pulled it upward and then finally flipped to the side. Something shocking stared back at him.

Has it been that many years already, Snape mused. A raven-haired boy with piercing, beautiful emerald eyes stared at him. It was still and with color, it must have been a muggle picture. The boy was perched against a tall willow tree, with a blank stare. His face may have mimic James Potter but his feeling was so unlike his arrogant father. His looks were softer, more fragile. Snape read the file. Even though Harry was not a muggleborn, he was expected to attend the seminar with all the eleven year old muggleborns that Snape had to lead this year. A different teacher volunteered every year and of course, this was Snape's year to do the trip. How convenient, he bitterly thought.

Dumbledore must have known. Snape smiled to himself. He was going to see the legend, Harry Potter. He would have to decide for himself, how legendary this Harry Potter was.

"Good morning Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia." A small boy just few days shy of eleven breathed. The raven haired child took the leftovers in the frying pan and emptied the contents into his plate. Uncle Vernon produce a nod as a reply and Aunt Petunia ignored him, instead spent her time babying his dangerously overweight cousin. His cousin Dudley took after his father in his exterior. They both were big but took after his mother hair color wise.

The boy took a seat at the dining table, and ate in silence. His mind wandered as he thought ahead in a few days when his eleventh birthday was occurring. As he thought of a neutral emotion overcame him. He was neither anticipant nor excited. He just wanted to live through that day as like any other day. A better day will come he was sure of it.

"Harry, have you done all of your chores?" Aunt Petunia questioned.

"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry said in the familiar monotone voice that he answered every other question.

With that response Aunt Petunia sneered at him and continued on her way. Harry enjoyed the time when all his relatives left him alone in silence. They've disliked him all of his life spent in this house. But he couldn't complain, they were the only living relatives left and they allowed him to live here after all. At least he still was living in the broom closet anymore, after all his incessant noise about living underneath the stairs the tired Dursleys' finally gave in.

But even so Harry had one question no would answer to him. How did he get here? Harry always asked the Dursleys about the death of his parents. Every time the same answer: "They died in a car crash" But that didn't answer everything. He wanted to know who crashed them, where did the crash occur, why did it happen, how did it happen, and just more and more questions swirled around his head. Of course Harry had speculations but even those were just guesses not answers.

If he went far back enough in his memories, he could remember a woman. But he couldn't really picture her, every time he tried to remember a mosaic would appear. He sighed in his breakfast, he wasn't hungry anymore. He pushed his brown chair outward and took his plate and emptied it in the rubbish bin. Harry put the plate into the sink and then, like he was supposed to, started the dishes.

Harry birthday came and passed like every year. Also similar to every year he was ignored. The end of July was greeted with the early days of August. Soon it began to turn to midweek August, and then the end was nearing. He greeted the Dursleys every morning with the same monotone expression, "Good Morning." School was just around the corner. Aunt Petunia was fussing over Dudley's new uniform. He had outgrown his own size, again. And who gets stuck with the old uniform? Harry Potter.

Harry turned to see Dudley's old uniform, still quite oversized for an eleven year old. It was now his. His disappointment must have been see through as his Uncle Vernon and his ugly purple face found the need to comment on him. "Don't be making that face, you should be grateful that we even let you go to school and get yourself an education." He said. Harry wiped his disappointment and faked eagerness. "Now you're just trying to be cheeky." Soon the whooshing sound of the mail being dropped in and Mr. Dursley turned to Harry, "Now make yourself useful and get the door!"

Without further hesitance, after jumping at the bellow he rushed toward the door to collect the mail. He scooped up the mail with his hands and brought to the coffee table. He began organizing the mail like any other time and surprising came about a name so alike to his name. He peered at it closely as if his glasses were deceiving his eyes but no. That envelope had his name on it. He took the leftover mail and dropped it in his uncle's lap and walked off with the letter addressed to him. But unfortunately, he wasn't going to get off that easily.

"Boy whacha doing going off with my mail like that?" Uncle Vernon question with his eyes squinting at Harry, "Don't you know taking someone's mail is a felony?"

"Uncle Vernon, honest, I'm not walking off with your mail, this letter was addressed to me." Harry took the envelope and showed his name formally printed, "See, it's for me."

Aunt Petunia snorted at the thought of Harry getting mail, "Give me that." She snatched it so hard her bony hand left a red imprint on the back of Harry's hand. She took a good look at that envelope and not a moment later did her eyes widen. Her hands shook. With her eyes she gestured Uncle Vernon. With a confused look he scurried over and their eyes met as if having a conversation of their own.

"Boy, this is rubbish." Uncle Vernon said as he threw the mail in the bin. Harry grimaced. Finally a letter comes addressing the existence of Harry Potter, and it was thrown away. Harry felt anger bubbling inside of him, he unleashed great power. All of a sudden, the a huge explosion had erupted from Harry's body and spreading from right to left and a ball of energy blasted and destroyed the Dursley's lounge. Uncle Vernon's eyes bulged in anger. Aunt Petunia and Dudley hugged each other as if the hug would provide enough protection from Harry's wrath.

Harry's eyes widened, did he do that? He didn't mean too. He was just angry. He didn't mean too, "Uncle Vernon, I…" Harry's body and arms were shaking, "I…I didn't mean.."

"Boy, you're a menace to this family, up to your room right this instant." Uncle Vernon bellowed and his head turned purple in anger and fear. He knew it was a bad idea to take in Harry Potter. He should've known one day this boy would show his true power. If he ever went to that school…, no he wouldn't think about it, Harry Potter would never leave this house. "Come, boy!" Harry slowly followed him up the stairs to his room. He was scared, but not because of Uncle Vernon, but because of what he just did. Maybe he was a freak, like Aunt Petunia said. He arrived in his room and Uncle Vernon shut the door. Harry heard a lot of banging around and knew the door was being locked for good.

Harry sighed and went to his bed; his eyes darted toward the ceiling. He was just going to have to endure whatever punishment Uncle Vernon gave him; It wasn't like he's never been isolated before, he turned over his side and his eye lids began drooping. He thought silently to himself before welcoming sleep, I wonder what else the Dursley's hid from me. Without further ado, he fell asleep.

Over the next month, Harry was only allowed to leave his room for bathroom breaks and received food every mealtime. He wasn't allowed sunlight so his skin paled. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and saw just skins and bones. He was dangerously ill. He turned on the running water and put his brush under. Even though he felt horrible, there was a nice feeling inside. Something was going to happen today, something exciting. He showered and got dressed. It was August 30th. He knew in a couple of days he would be welcome by sunlight and fresh air. School was amongst him.

He went back to his room and looked out the window and with a feeling of anticipation felt happy as the light wind blew in his face and hair. He knew this isolation would be over soon and surprised at himself could not wait to throw on Dudley's too big hand me down clothes.

Professor Snape loomed over his window and looked out at the hot sun that brightens the castle. It was today that he would go out and gather all the muggleborns and take them out on their first trip in the Wizarding world. Professor McGonagall sent all the letters indicating their acceptance into the great Hogwarts School of Wizarding and Witchcraft. He additionally sent all of the families a note giving them instruction to dress their child nicely. He was not about to go out as a respected wizard into the world with a bunch of badly dressed kids, no they will dress with honor.

Snape also knew that another boy he was about to visit wasn't a muggleborn, no but the great legend that everyone in the Wizarding world knew about. Snape had to admit, although not interested in meeting James's reincarnation; he was a bit curious to see how Harry fared all these years without knowledge of magic or who he even was. Snape grabbed the locket around his neck and opened it. Lily Evan's face appeared smiling and happy, exactly a year before her death was the photo taken. He clutched it in his hand. No matter what, he was going to protect Lily's child with his life, not only because of his oath but because he loved Lily and he wanted her to be proud of him.

He looked at his watch. He headed out to the Hogwarts gate and impatiently tapped his foot. Professor Dumbledore promised a helper to attend the kids. He hoped it was Professor McGonagall but he knew she was busy attending to the needs of Hogwarts. He asked, no demanded, to know who would be accompanying him in his journey. Professor Dumbledore outright refused to give him the desired answer saying that surprises were good for the soul. He looked at his watch once more, where was this person. Didn't he or she realize how important this was, and how orderly he was? Perhaps not.

Soon he saw a black silhouette coming from the back. It looked as if the person was running. The image was getting bigger and bigger. No, it couldn't be. Snape thought silently to himself. Surely Professor Dumbledore wouldn't trust him, would he? Snape couldn't believe his eyes. He was silently cursing Dumbledore. He felt anger rush through him. What was he going to do?

A giant man appeared in front of Snape. His hair was brown mixed in with gray, obviously not washed. He wore torn clothes and had an overgrown beard. He was absolutely revolting to look at. He was the gamekeeper of Hogwarts otherwise known as Rubeus Hagrid. "You're late." Snape said pertly. "We should have left ten minutes ago. I don't know who taught you your manners but you should always arrive a few minutes before your time is needed."

Hagrid interrupted him before he could continue his lecture, "Am I really going to see Harry Potter? I haven't seen the lad since he was just a babe. We must get going shall we?"

Snape coughed signaling end of Hagrid's voice. "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted your manners are atrocious. Listen before we go first thing is first, the rules. You must not leave the bus without permission from me, you will not disrupt the children from their mission today, you will not step foot into Diagon Ally if I am there, if you wish to buy things then you may but you must alert me beforehand. I will not let me being seen with you destroy my image as a respected wizard. These kids are accompanying for one and one reason only. There are here to get ready for school. Here is a copy of today's itinerary. Stick to it and nothing will go wrong today."

Hagrid skimmed the parchment and nodded, "Alright I'm ready to see Harry Potter."

Snape rolled his eyes, "If you actually read the timetable you would realize that Potter's home was the last on the list but without further ado let's go. Grab my arm please."

"Are we apparating? I thought that wasn't allowed on Hogwarts ground." Hagrid said dumbly.

"I see you know your Hogwarts. A History but Dumbledore lifts the restriction for special occasions now grab my arm." Snape snapped. Hagrid grabbed his arm and closed his eyes. He hated side-along apparition. And within a moment they disappeared.