DISCLAIMERS: I don't own anthing other than the plot. J.K. owns the characters and I just borrowed them to play with.

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

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Chapter8 - Taking Harry Home.

The first thing Severus noticed when he went in to the house was Harry's trunk thrown inside the cupboard under the stairs. The second thing he saw was that the trunk that would maybe fit inside the cupboard – if put correctly – seemed to be stuck by something that seemed to be some dirty clothes.

The thing is, dirty clothes don't move on their own. Nor do they groan. No. thought Severus. They wouldn't dare to do something like that. They wouldn't! But even if his mind tried to deny it, his senses were telling him it could only be one thing. Without caring about what Petunia was trying to say, he went closer to the cupboard.

And for his complete despair and fury, Severus couldn't deny it anymore. His senses were right.

With a wand movement Severus made the trunk fly out of the cupboard, so he could better see the pile of clothes. Only, they weren't clothes at all. In the middle of the rags, Severus could see a mass of black hair, a little of white skin, and the groans he could hear were definitively human.

In that moment, Severus Snape, feared potion master let his despair talk louder than his anger, and as gently as he could, he began to untangle the mass he could see was actually Harry.

"Harry..." he called in a whisper "Harry, please answer me! Harry..."

The only response was another painful moan. With care, Severus took Harry in his arms, realizing for the first time how light and small the boy was. With greater care and not even sending a glance on the Dursleys direction, he delicately put Harry in the couch, under the protests of Vernon and Petunia.

"Now listen here!" started Vernon Dursley.

With a speed few knew he possessed, Severus was standing with his wand pointing to the muggle's head.

"You listen." he said "nothing, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, gives a muggle like you the right to touch MY son!"

"Your son!" Scorned Petunia "If he is your son, why didn't he stayed with YOU all this years after my insufferable sister died?"

"That's true!" agreed Vernon "if you cared about the boy you would have been here to take him a long time ago! While he is in MY house he has to go by MY rules. And I DO have the right to PUNISHED him all I like!"

A green light started to appear at the end of Snape's wand, but before he could pronounce the words that would rid the world of that walrus of a man, another, louder, moan distracted the professor.

"Incarcerus!" Said Snape instead, and then he kneeled beside the sofa, a loud TUD was heard when Vernon's body fell to the floor. "Come on Harry! Wake up! Wake up, Harry!"

Very slowly the green in Harry's eyes could be seen, the pupils trying to focus on Snape's figure.

"That's it, Harry" sighed Snape "you're going to be ok, son. I'll take care of you. But before…" Snape was standing again and he turned to look at the scene before his eyes.

Vernon Dursley was on the floor, a rope tied around his body making it even more difficult for him to breath, his face purple. Petunia was kneeling by his side, trying futilely to untie her husband.

A wand movement latter, and Petunia was at the other side of the room, and Severus could point his wand freely at the man of the house.

"I told you, muggle, that if you had touched one hair on my son's head you'd feel every second of the pain ten times worse!" a cruel smile showed in Snape's face "and it'll happen right now. Cru..." Snape started to say the curse but was interrupted when Harry tried to screamed "NO!" the boy barely had voice, but he still managed to make himself be heard, while he tried to sit on the couch.

"Harry!" Severus turned to his son, helping him to lay back down "you're hurt! You have to lie down and be still till I can take you to Poppy!"

"No..." whispered Harry again, still trying to sit.

"No?" asked Snape "What do you mean no?"

"Please..." Harry let Snape gently lay him down "Just... take me... home..." he said with a last supplicant look to Severus, and then his green eyes closed and Harry let the darkness take him again.

Severus looked at Harry baffled. He was amazed, thunderstruck and enraged. HOW DARE HE! STOPPING ME FROM TORTURING THAT MUGGLE! And using Lily's eyes to ask me to take him home… home... he wants me to take him home with me. Severus was so into his own thoughts that he almost missed Petunia moving. Almost.

Petunia took advantage of the wizard's distraction and went as quietly as she could manage to her kitchen, where she took the sharpest knife she had, and then when she was going back to the living-room, she had an internal fight, trying to decide if she was going to use the knife to cut the rope that restrained her husband or on the damned wizard that had stolen Lily from her all those years ago. For a second she saw blood staining her cream carpet, from the wound she had made in the wizard's back, but then she looked in her husband eyes and decided it would be better to untie him, seeing as he was starting to become blue from lack of oxygen.

She was sure she would make it, there was only one more knot to cut, and then, Severus turned to look at them. The knife flew from her hand straight to Snape's left hand.

"Tut, tut, tut..." made the professor "did you really thought I would just let you untie this whale? Tuney... you should know me better than that!"

For a moment, Petunia thought she was dead when Snape threw the knife in her direction, but it passed her and carved a hole in her wall, not even an inch over her head.

"Your luck, you despicable muggle, is that I'm here for Harry. And apparently he actually cares if you live or die. And seeing as it would take too much time to torture you as I would like..." two beams of red light came out of his wand to hit first the man on the floor and then the screeching woman, making she fall to the ground unconscious.

Severus didn't look at them again, turning his attention completely to the boy passed out in the couch. Gently, he took the boy in his arms and passed the muggles on his way out of the house. With a wand movement, Harry's trunk was shrunk and Severus put it in his pocket. As soon as Severus was out of the house and out of the protection wards, he appareted to his house, appearing in the hall of his home in Spinner's end. Carefully he went up the stairs and to the second door on the left, where he deposited Harry in the bed. Unshrinking the boy's trunk, he put it at the end of the bed.

"There, my son. Now you're home."

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