DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER.

Last Time:

"Professor, you don't know them , please. They'll kill me." Harry said, nearly begging, as he tried to pull his Professor back.

Severus merely shrugged him out of his way and made his way to the door. As soon as he reached it Petunia opened it, and gave a shriek. She stumbled backwards and into the wall behind her.

"You. What are you doing here? What do you want?" She said trying desperately to escape.

"What, can't I just stop by for visits Tuney?

Don't you dare call me that. Lily was the only one who could get away with that. Why are you here anyways Severus. I doubt you wanted to catch up on old time.

Right, Tuney. Very impressive. In case you haven't noticed I'm injured and simply needed a place to rest. Or won't you let me stay? Just like the time you turned your back on me when I went to see Lily the summer after our third year.

I had my reasons Snape.

I'm sure you do.

How did you get hurt anyways? Some of your lot attacking people around corners.

I may tell you after I clean up a bit.

There's blood all over you. Don't get it on anything.

Once again prissy Petunia, has no sentiments. You haven't changed at all. At times I wonder how you and Lily could be sisters when you were so different from each other." He sneered at Petunia, walking over to the bathroom so he could clean up a bit before talking to her anymore.

Once inside, he looked into the mirror and was shocked at his own appearance. His hair had some blood on it, but his shirt was soaked through with it. His pants weren't too bloodstained, and his face only had a few gashes on it, though none too deep.

Harry watched the whole scene in the hallway, in wonder. How was it that Aunt Petunia knew Snape? And they were talking about his mother. Snape must have known her. But how?

Harry made his way down to the sitting room, so he could ask his aunt.

"Aunt Petunia, do you know each other?

Yes, Harry. He grew up with your mother and I. Severus instantly disliked me, but the feeling was mutual. He lived in Spinner's End, and everyone knew his father spent all of his money on getting drunk rather than on taking care of his family. He was always wearing the most awful clothing ever, and his hair was always the same shoulder-length silky black that it is today. He told Lily she was a witch. And I've hated him ever since."

After Severus had showered and gotten the blood out of his trousers and robe, he went downstairs. His shirt was completely unsalvageable, it was soaked through with blood and ripped.

As soon as Petunia saw him she gasped.

"Severus! Good God, what happened to you!?

I told you I was wounded.

But by what?

The Dark Lord and his Death Eaters.

Severus you have to get out of here. Vernon and Dudley are coming soon. They can't see you here. Vernon will kill you and the boy.

Potter will leave with me then. I will take him to Order Headquarters.

Be safe. I still care whether you live or die you know?

I know, Petunia." Severus said, giving her a 'look.'

"Potter, get your things we're leaving." Severus said as he started to put on the bandages Petunia had offered him.

"They're locked in the guest room." Harry said, looking down.

Severus pushed him out of his way and stormed up the stairs whispering a quick 'Alohamora', and unlocking the door. He saw the boy's trunk and levitated it downstairs.

"Come Potter, we're apparating to headquarters.

Yes sir." Harry answered.

Severus pulled the boy outside past the apparition point, and, grabbing the boy's shoulder tightly, apparated to their destination.