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A/n: Re-posted 08/17/2013

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Chapter 7 - To the Dursleys I'll Go.

And that was exactly what Harry did. A mantra repeated in his mind: I'm not going to live with Snape, I'm not going to live with Snape... again and again and again. Harry made his way to the Griffindor tower without stopping. And as soon as he was there he went to his dormitory, where his trunk was packed and waiting for him.

Without thinking about what he was about to do, Harry dragged the trunk all the way back to the entrance hall. His arms were heavy and tired when he arrived, but he didn't care. The trunk seemed to weight tons, but he didn't care. He almost stopped there, but Snape and Dumbledore where at the door, waiting for him, and the anger he felt came back, and he just kept dragging the trunk out of the castle.

When he tried to pass the men, though, Dumbledore started talking to him. "Harry, my boy, be sensible! You don't have to go back to privet drive anymore!"

Harry didn't answer, just tried once more to pass by them.

"Let the boy go." snarled Snape "if he likes to be tortured..."

Those words were like being slapped, and Harry let the trunk fall to the ground with a sound bang that echoed in the empty hall. He turned to face Snape, his eyes flashing with anger.

"Torture is what you do to your students. To me. Torture is having a teacher that never saw you before, but thinks he knows you, hating you just because you exist. Torture is having to stand that teacher badmouthing you father, that you never knew by the way, at every chance he has. Torture is having that same teacher prevent you to be with the only person that actually cares about you. Torture is finding out that suddenly, that same teacher has the power to say where you'll stay at during the summer so he can keep torturing you the whole vacation! That is torture. What the Dursleys do is child play for someone who had to learn to live with that."

Harry then turned his back to them, grabbed his trunk and went back to dragging it to the gates.

Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore were stunned in place, they didn't know what to say or do, and they were just capable of watch as the boy disappeared from their sight.

Minutes passed before any of them moved. And then, Snape broke the silence. "I really made him hate me, didn't I?" his voice was sad and melancholic.

"Harry has a great heart" Albus tried to cheer him up "I'm sure, with time, he'll realize you just want what is best for him."

"But for that to work, he has to give me a chance to show him that I care about him." was Severus rebut.

"And you will have that chance, my boy" said Dumbledore, his eyes sparkling again "as soon as you go retrieve Harry from Privet Drive."

"What?" said Snape astonished "Albus weren't you here right now? Didn't you hear what he said? He WANTS to be with his relatives!"

"No, Severus" said solemn the headmaster "at this moment, where Harry really wants to be is with Sirius. He's only going back to his relatives because he's scared of the unknown. Of you."

"Me?" scorned Snape "Harry Potter, the Griffindor Golden Boy, is afraid of the dungeon bat that he again and again faces with disrespect in class?"

"Ahh but until now you didn't actually had any true authority over him, did you?" said Albus looking to Snape over his half-moon glasses "now it's you who has total authority over him. Authority to care for him, and to punish him. And that is what scares him."

"What?" Severus was more confused by the second "he thinks what? That I'm going to beat him if he crosses me? Lock him in a dark room? Hex him? Albus! You know me better than that!"

"That's exactly what Harry is scared of, Severus" answered Albus seriously "I know you better than that, but all Harry knows is how his relatives treats him. And how you treat him in class."

Snape looked at Dumbledore like the old man had two heads. Severus had his suspicions about how bad the life Harry had with his relatives was. To begin with, there was the fact that Harry never received anything from them. Not a letter, a present, a note, nothing. He also changed subjects every time one of his friends tried and asked him about it, dismissing it, saying that his relatives didn't know how to use an owl. And even saying so little about them, Severus still had his suspicions. Exactly because Harry barely talked about them. That's why he tried to use the Dursleys to convince Harry to go home with him. The fact that Harry had refuse to go with him, choosing to stay with the Dursleys had made him believe that things weren't as bad as he thought they were. But now, listening to Albus saying that Harry actually expected him to beat him, to lock him up in the dark... it was like his worst nightmares had become true.

Then, a little spark of anger surged in his chest. Dumbledore knew that Harry wasn't happy with his relatives. WORSE! He knew that the Dursleys had beat and locked the boy and HE HADN'T DONE A THING! HE DID NOTHING! Nothing to take Harry out of that house!

Without saying a word, afraid that his anger would burst out of him and lash out at the headmaster, Severus turned his back to Albus and started walking to the gates. Once there, it only took him a few seconds to pass the wards so he could apparate, and then he was at Privet Drive.

Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough. Screams and shouts could be heard from the street, coming from number four. Walking fast, Severus arrived at the door and sounded the bell. His wish was to blast the door with magic, but all the neighbours were at their windows, looking at the house, probably trying to find out what had disturbed their perfect afternoon.

The sound of the bell made number four go silent in a second, and after a long minute the face of Petunia Dursley showed in a crack of the door.

"YOU!" screamed Petunia.

"Me, Tuney" answered Snape livid "where's the boy?"

"Y-you ca-can't came into my house!"

"The boy, TUNEY!" he asked again practically spatting her name "where is the boy?"

"Who is it, dear?" came a voice from inside the house.

"O-one of t-them, Vernon! H-he wants to se-see the boy..."

The door opened violently and a man that looked more like a walrus than a man appeared. The man was so big that Severus couldn't see a thing inside the house, even with the door wide open.

"WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WANT HERE? THERE'S NO BOY HERE!" shouted Vernon.

Severus drew his wand and pointed it at Vernon's chest.

"It will be better if you let me come in and see the boy, muggle. And if you have touched one hair on my son's head, you will suffer ten times what you have done to him!"

"Yo-your so-son?" stammered Petunia "Vernon! The neighbours!"

And that's how Severus Snape managed to get inside the house of number four Privet Drive. And what he found there wasn't anything like what he was expecting. Unfortunately.

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