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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.
Notes: Thank you for all the reviews. Sorry for the lateness of this chapter. Sorry for mistakes
FufflyDuffa: You're on the right track. I also love Snape/Harry guardian fics.
Book One
Chapter Three
"Ouch" Hagrid said as he plopped on the ground. Snape must have accidently dropped him. Snape sneered at him and walked away to the isolated sidewalk with a bench muttering something under his breath. Hagrid knew that Professor Snape wasn't exactly thrilled to have him accompany him but he had to treat him fairly. Right? What were the rules Snape told him. There were too many to remember. Oh Well. At least he'd get the meet the great Harry Potter. He couldn't wait to see him face to face again.
"Hagrid!" Hagrid's head turned around and nodded to Snape to signal that he was coming. He sighed; it was going to be a long ride. He trotted over towards Snape quickly trying to refrain from angering Snape, for his wrath was completely unmerciful. Hagrid took a great look at the magnificent sky and stared in awe.
"How will we be getting around to all the muggleborn's houses without magic? They're so far away." Hagrid question aloud. Snape, ignoring the question took his wand and twirled it between his fore and middle finger without saying any incantations. A long, purple, triple decker bus appeared. "Hoya do that?" Hagrid was amazed; Snape didn't even say a spell. That was simply amazing. Maybe if he continued his education, he would be performing magic like that.
"Oy! You big oaf, get on the bus." Snape snapped shortly and jumped on. Hagrid quickly followed and was in time to see Professor Snape give a list of addresses to the driver. The conductor Stan Shunpike gave a big grin to Hagrid. He and Hagrid went way back. Snape rolled his eyes at their greetings and sat in the front seat. "You're going to seat at the back so you can watch the other kids that opt to go to the back of the bus." At without further ado, Hagrid went to the back of the bus. "Driver please," Snape said, signaling their time to get going.
The bus driver pulled the doors closed, "You better stay put…; it's going to be a bumpy ride!" The bus roared to life and suddenly rushed through the empty street and into the bustling traffic. The bus's ability to squeeze through the traffic went unnoticed by the muggles and other pedestrians. Somehow no one got in the bus's way and the trip to the first person's house were smooth sailing.
Hagrid read the itinerary aloud, "First stop: Hermione Granger."
Harry was finally allowed out today and he looked at the fact as a positive but he knew something bigger was supposed to occur today. He went to the bathroom to dress in old clothes. Since he hadn't done any of his chores for the past month, Aunt Petunia was making him finish his duties out in the yard. He had to mow the lawn, pluck unnecessary weeds, replant some flowers in the flower bed, and more he didn't remember. He set off to work.
At last the knight bus screeched to a stop at a fairly normal suburban house in the suburbs of London. Hagrid thanked whoever was watching over him for the safe journey and tried to get up. The greasy-haired professor put his hand up trying to stop him. "I'll already told you you're not allowed in. I don't want the muggles going crazy over a half giant trying to come in and besides," Snape turned to look at him, "You'll just mess it up anyways, so don't try." Snape finished stonily. Hagrid was amazed to see no emotion enveloped in his face.
"Alright then…" Hagrid stuttered, not knowing what else to say, he continued "I'll wait inside the bus." Luckily for him he didn't have to worry, he only half way got up, so he sat down with ease. Snape prepared his wizards robe and smoothed it a little. He looked at himself in the mirror and thought he looked presentable enough and walked off the bus. He walked over to the Granger's residence and pressed their small round doorbell and chimes filled his ears.
Snape straightened his wizard robes and flatten his greasy black hair. He looked at his reflection on the silver doorknob and studied himself. The door opened just as he finished. A woman around her forties with dark hair pulled back into a bun studied him carefully before greeting him, "Hello, how may I help you?" Snape assumed this was Miss Granger's mother and smiled warmly.
"Yes, I'm here to collect Hermione Granger for the tour, you must have received my letter stating that I would be here to take her so she'll experience the Wizarding World, yes?" Snape said nonchalantly. Mrs. Granger smiled and nodded.
"Yes, come in, come in." Mrs. Granger gestured, but Snape politely declined, "Well let me see where Hermione is. She's so excited for this trip. She can't wait." Ms. Granger loudly called Hermione's name. Snapped whipped his head backwards to see a young girl of about eleven or twelve years of age, her hair tied back in an elegant French twist and her buck teeth apparent with her big smile.
Snape reached out his hand to the young muggleborn and was offering to shake it. Hermione threw her hands out with excitement as if the thought finally dawned on her that she was accompanying a real wizard to a real Wizarding place where real wizards reside. It was so hard to contain her excitement. Snape collected her and they both trotted towards the knight bus. Hermione stepped inside and gasped at the bus. Snape frowned and though silently to himself how strange that a muggleborn never seen a bus before. Hermione took her seat and off the bus sped.
The knight bus continued on its journeying occasionally stopping to pick up more muggleborn students. Soon the bus became overfilled with overjoyed young eleven year old wizards and witches who chattered gladly in Snape's ear. Snape though annoyed at the young wizards and witches could only focus on his anticipation of arriving at the house. He didn't know whether it excitement that contained him, nervousness that bottled up inside him, or annoyingness at the fact there is yet another wizard to board the bus and join the endless gossipers among him. He could not figure it out.
The knight bus had arrived quickly at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging. Snape straightened his Wizarding robes and quickly slicked his greased filled hair back in an effort to try and look presentable. For whom? He asked himself. He didn't know. He jumped down the steps without thinking twice and headed to the front door of the house. The feeling of anticipation was swirling around in his belly, which by the way were also doing flip flops. Alright, he thought silently to himself, ring the doorbell.
Petunia heard the doorbell ring while she busied herself doing countless chores around the house. "Harry!" she shrieked. "Get the door." And without a second thought continued vacuuming the sitting room as if nothing else surrounding her was in her presence anymore. Harry hurried downstairs and answered Petunia with a "Yes, Aunt Petunia" and ran across the sitting room and open the door and asked the common question of "Who is it?"
Much to Harry's surprise he was greeted by a tall gangly adult with greasy, shoulder length black hair who had a gloomy face. "Who are you?" Harry asked and soon was filled with feelings of familiarity with this man as if he met him once before. The black-haired boy squinted his eyes as if his scrutiny of the strange man would help him recognize him. The greasy man looked at him aghast by just looking at his appearance. "Who are you?" Harry repeated himself.
"I'm Professor Severus Snape from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" Snape announced. Did Harry ears deceive him-did he say Witchcraft and Wizardry. At the sound of witchcraft, Harry's Uncle Vernon quickly appeared and looked at Snape coldly. Vernon shook his fat finger at Professor Snape.
"I thought we got rid of you freaks a long time ago." Vernon spat. Harry looked at him curiously. What could he be talking about? "Get you magicky powers and leave immediately."
Snape looked at Vernon ugly and drew his wand, which made Harry leave his mouth open in amazement because that stick in his hand seemed like a wand, which obviously did not exist. Snape pointed his wand at Vernon and hit Vernon's fat chest. "I thought Dumbledore made it clear!" Snape whispered. At this moment Petunia and Dudley gathered round the sitting room in awe and very frightened. Harry, even though frightened, was happy because someone was putting Uncle Vernon in his place. Snape turned around and looked Harry in the eye, "Get your stuff." Harry froze not knowing what to do, "Now!" He ran upstairs and started packing a suitcase.
He brought it down with him. Snape dropped his wand and furiously put it back in the pocket of his robe. He walked out the door and Harry being smart followed him but not without questions. "Where are you taking me?" "Who are you?" "What are you?" "Are you kidnapping me?" Soon they arrived at the Knight bus. Snape boarded irately. Harry jumped on the bus. He stopped in his tracks because everyone was looking at him, well except Snape.
A big colossal hairy giant stared him right in the eye. "Harry Potter." The giant said smartly. Everyone gasped. All the eleven year old wizards and witches couldn't believe it. Harry Potter was a legend, wasn't he? "Who are you?" Harry repeated for the umpteenth time that hour. The giant looked at him.
"I'm Rubeus Hagrid, hoya do?" Hagrid answered.
"What are you?" Harry Potter gasped.
"A wizard!" Hagrid responded. Harry looked at him.
"You're a wizard; they're real?" Harry got responses from the other wizards in the bus with laughter. Harry's face turned bright red in embarrassment. He ran hurriedly towards his seat and busied himself with his seatbelt until the Knight bus roared to life and the children turn their attention elsewhere. He looked onwards at the window amazed at the sheer ability of the bus to slide through tight spaces and been unseen by common people (at least he thought so as the people paid no attention to them.) He braved his face upwards and looked at the greasy haired wizard. He stared at him.
"You're Harry Potter, hmm?" The Snape said questionly, "I don't see anything that makes you so legendary." He looked almost too much like his father. It made his stomach sick. But at a closer look, Harry's piercing green eyes shone instantly. "You know why you're here or did your dear relatives hide you from all of the world's truth?"
Harry looked at him with innocent eyes, "I don't know what you are talking about mister. You tell me I'm a wizard but all my life my aunt and uncle told me magic doesn't exist. Why, I have no idea but it seems they had good reason to seeing as I'm being kidnapped and haven't the slightest clue of who I am." Harry paused here, "But the worst part of it all is that Everyone knows my name here but I haven't the slightest clue what my name is or where I come from or why my name is my name."
Snape had gain insight on two things, one Potter was a cheeky demon and two Potter actually was somewhat intelligent despite his sheltered home upbringings. "Potter there is many things that you don't know but know this!" Snape eerily responded, "You will call me professor!" Harry flinched and withdrew his gaze from Snape scary demeanor. He didn't speak a word.
Soon the bus braked to a stop causing all the riders to bump their delicate heads on the seat in front of them. Harry Potter groaned and took his pale hand to smooth the throbbing pain just inflicted upon him. Professor Snape rose out of his seat and cleared his throat. "Children we have arrived. Please stay in an orderly line." The children buzzed excitedly. Harry looked around and saw that many of the kids were well dressed in nice dresses or nice dress pants. He peered downward to see his patched up hand me downs that were a size too big. He noted the rip in his jeans on his knee and suddenly felt as if he wasn't good enough to be traveling with this crowd. He was the second to last to leave the bus. Hagrid followed soon behind him.
"Why ello Arry." The rugged giant voiced behind him. Harry quickly spun around to see the ten times his height man looking at him. He squinted his eyes at the giant.
"How do you know my name, mister?" Harry said suspiciously. He had the right to know why his name was so famous.
"Why iunno cud be cause yer name is on this list." The giant man replied.
"Oh," Harry Potter said quickly regretting his tone of voice.
"I'm only teasing, of course everyone knows yer name son. You are very special."
"What do you mean by that, mister?"
"Oy please call me Hagrid." Hagrid said putting his hand out.
"Well please to meet you Hagrid!" Harry replied and took his hand to shake. He really enjoyed just talking to this man. "So can you tell me who I am and my lineage? It would be nice to be in on what everybody's thinking for a while."
"What did I tell you Hagrid about following me?" Snape reappeared with a frown on his face. "Come we must continue on our task." Snape took his attention to Harry and suddenly realized how undressed he was. It would have to do for now, he was afraid. As he had no spare clothing for Potter to change into so he was resolved to let Potter follow him in tattered clothing.
Hagrid did as he was told and remained on the Knight bus. Harry, sadden by the fact that Hagrid couldn't accompanying him, begrudgingly followed Snape into a broken down shop. Suddenly aware of his surroundings, Harry wondered what they were doing here in the first place. The inside of the shop however was strangely different. It contained many weirdly dressed people with long robes with different patterns. Towards the back of the pub they had all stopped moving. Snape took his wand and pressed it to the bricks. Harry pushed toward the front to see what was happening. Snape was tapping the bricks in an anticlockwise manner and a doorway appeared. He disappeared inside and the rest followed suit.
"Welcome to Diagon Ally!" Snape roared proudly. The wizarding community at last. The muggleborns and Harry gasped with excitement. This was incredible. The alley was bustling with people and there were so many shops, restaurants, and other things available like at a shopping mall or a plaza. Harry couldn't believe his sight that he wiped his glasses with his plaid shirt.
"Wonderful isn't it?" a girl with an elegant hairdo and buck teeth said to Harry's left. He quickly glanced up and down at her exterior. They were the same height and they looked the same age. She though had an nice Easter like dress on and flats to contain her feet. She was gorgeous by any means but she wasn't ugly either thought Harry. She extended her small petite hand. "Hermione Granger." She fluently said her mouth eschewing pride. Harry was about to introduce himself when she said, "Stop! I already know who you are. Harry Potter the boy who lived!"
"What?" Harry Potter confusingly stared at her but was interrupted by a prettier girl. She had long dark brown hair plaited into a braid and dark tan skin. She also seemed older than him but he realized he must be in the same grade.
"Lorena Garcia!" She beamed at Harry. She gave him her hand. Two girls spoke to Harry today. The total amount of girls who wished to make conversation with Harry was zero before today. At his other school he couldn't be bothered to talk to girls as he was labeled the weird kid with no friends. A loner with nobody to befriend but today two girls decided to talk to him. "I can't believe I'm talking to the boy who lived! How did it feel like?" Lorena's excitement was easy to perceive.
Harry's smile turned into a frown. What did they mean by "The boy who lived?" Did they mean the car crash. Was he also involved in that but before he could ask either girl these questions, his line of thought was interrupted by the gangly dark professor.
"You must be wondering what we will do today in Diagon Alley." Snape stated obviously. "Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft, believes that muggleborns such as yourselves need to be shown how to behave in a wizardly setting. It is no secret that most of you have no magical parents and so Dumbledore believes you need guidance on how to be wizards and witches. You should all have your list of school supplies needed for year one at Hogwarts. Please take it out."
The girls pulled their list out of their purses and the guys out of their pockets. Harry stood there looking dumb. He didn't know there was lists of items that he was suppose to carry on this trip. Hell he just learned he would be taking this trip only an hour ago. He felt self conscious as he was the only wizard to not pull out a tan paper that looks like it was last found in the 1800s. Snape peered at Harry Potter and smirked. Just like his father, Potter was unprepared. He gave him a piece of parchment with the list of supplies needed for classes at Hogwarts come now.
First thing was first, they had to visit Gringrotts. All the muggleborn parents were contacted urging them to set up an account for their child at Gringrotts. They could convert pounds into galleons, sickles, and knuts. Harry realized that Uncle Vernon obviously didn't set up an account for him so he would have no money to spend. When it was his turn to give his name to the green short creatures at the desk he expected them to tell him that there was no account by that name and to stop wasting their time however the green creature's eye glinted.
"I wondered when you would be showing your face." The green creature said mysteriously.
"What are they?" one of the muggleborns wondered out loud.
"They're goblins." Harry potter recognized the voice of Hermione Granger, "They are highly advance magical creatures that don't need a medium like us wizards and witches to channel their magic.
"Humph." One of the supposed goblins mumbled, "Only reason why we aren't allowed wands is because the wizards are greedy."
"That's enough!" Snape pressed his robes down, "Take the children to their vaults." The goblins started taking the children to withdraw their money from their vaults. "Stay back Potter, I will be accompanying you." Harry silently groaned and ran his fingers through his overgrown, messy black hair. He unfortunately didn't want to stay with Professor Snape but what choice did he have.