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Chapter 5- This is not your home!
Snape glared down at the small child, and sighed. He was walking silently and obediently for now, but he wondered how long it would last. Damn Dumbledore for making him take in the brat. The boy was probably treated like a prince, and would have no respect for him. But Severus was determine to discipline the wreck. The child would soon find out that he would not be manipulated or bullied like his doting relatives had been. The child would learn what the meaning of hard work was.
And Severus was already planning to start the boys theory and practical magic training, to prepare him for the inevitable encounter with the Dark Lord. After all, the whelp was the reason that his precious Lily flower was dead.
The little boy walking alongside him resembled James Potter so closely, it was hard to see Lily's influence on him. Her stunning, emerald eyes on the boys face, James Potters face.
And, after being graced with years from torment and vicious bullying all the way through his Hogwarts education from the Marauders, it was exceedingly difficult for the sour potions master to let go of old grudges and differentiate between harry and James, and see Harry Potter for who he truly was.
As the pair reached the end of Privet Drive, Severus looked down at the 8 year old standing next to him. The child was hauling a single broken rucksack, which looked like it was holding absolutely nothing in it. Snape felt anger ride within him. How dare potter be so arrogant as to leave his belongings at privet drive, thinking that he would buy him all the things his majesty desired. How wrong he was. "Potter, hold my wrist and close your eyes."
Harry hesitated, years of abuse making him weary of closing his eyes, and giving control to those superior and stronger than him.
"Now Potter, I don't have all day to wait for your highness," sneered Snape, cruelly.
Harry slowly extended his arm, and his fingertips brushed gently against Snape's warm palms. Snape's hand jerked out from under Harrys, and gripped the child's bony wrist. Harry winced slightly as Snape's pincer like grip dug painfully into his flesh, but uttered no sound of protest.
"Brace yourself," was the only warning the man gave, before Harry felt the most horrible feeling he had ever experienced. The feeling of being squeezed down a tight tube, and pulled randomly in different directions. Finally, their feet slammed hard into the ground. Snape recovered instantly, and stood straight, smirking slightly at Harrys obvious discomfort.
After landing on the ground, Harry fell to his knees in agony. The apparition had set the welts and bruises littering his body on fire. His stomach was rebelling, and he felt nauseous. He tried, but failed to keep the contents of his stomach inside him. He leaned forward and vomited harshly into the side walk. After going days with nothing to eat, all Harry could throw up was bile.
Snape stood a few meters away, and after watching the small boy throw up the contents of his stomach, he stepped forward and thrust a hand into one of his robe pockets. Finding what he was searching for, he held it out to harry.
"Here, drink this Potter. It will help with the nausea."
Harry gulped the potion down thankfully. It worked almost instantly, settling his stomach. He looked up at the tall man. Still, the man was glaring down at him, and he sighed inwardly.
What had he done to annoy the man, thought Harry.
Suddenly, the man began walking, in long strides. Harry bit his bottom lip, but had no choice but to follow the distasteful man. The child had to jog slightly to keep up with Snape, but the man paid no heed to the boy. After walking for what seemed like hours to the young boy, they finally arrived at a street, that had a signpost reading 'Spinners End.'
Snape took out his wand and waved it at lightly over the lock. The door clicked and swung open, allowing them entrance to the house.
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Harrys P.O.V
My mouth dropped open when the man waved a stick over the door lock. When the door opened for us, I gasped. Maybe this is why Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had sent me away with this man. Perhaps he was a freak like me as well!
I decided not to say anything, and try to behave and be a good boy for this man. If I was to be living with him, then I should try and be obedient. Eventually, the man might actually like me, and think I'm a good boy!
As we walked into the house, I took of my pitifully thin jacket and hung it on the coat hook, above the shoe rack. I took off my muddy, ragged shoes, and put them on the dusty rack. The tall man began to walk into the next room, and I quietly followed.
He led me up a long staircase, with glass panels along the side. The lush carpet under my feet was soft and thick. The walls were painted with a light peach colour, and had beautifully framed paintings hanging from them.
As we reached the top of the stairs, he opened a door to one of the rooms, and led me inside.
"This will be your room while you reside in my house. I will not tolerate untidiness, so you will be expected to keep the room clean and tidy at all times. Breakfast is at 8 sharp, lunch at 12:30 and supper at 7 o'clock. If you are late then you will not eat."
With that, the man turned to walk out the room. Suddenly finding a burst of courage, I ran up to him, and, without thinking about the potential consequences, and hoping this man would be different from my relatives, I wrapped my arms around his thin waist and hugged him.
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Snape's P.O.V
The whelp came running towards me, and suddenly wrapped his skinny little arms around my waist. I gasped, then I grabbed the brats offending limbs and detached them from my person.
I was furious. How dare this child take such liberties!
"How dare you Potter! Let me assure you, I didn't ask for you, I was forced to take you in. If the decision was mine, you would be dumped in the nearest orphanage, not be burdened onto any poor family. So let me make this clear to you Potter. This is not your home, nor will it ever be!" I screamed at the boy. I shook him hard, until his teeth rattled in his mouth, and tears were coursing down his red cheeks.
Then with all the force I had in me, I threw him onto the bed, and stormed out the room, slamming the door behind me.
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Harrys P.O.V
What did I do wrong? Maybe I really was a freak just like aunt and uncle always said. I buried my head miserably in the soft feather pillow, knowing that nobody would ever love or want me and cried myself to sleep.
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