Septimus liked where he lived.

Really, surry was a good neighborhood. It was clean, the houses were built well,with gardens you could die for, and the parks swings were always ok.

But septimus felt lonely. Aunt Arabella was one great human. But she was only one!Her cooking was good, she was kind and hugged him everyday and kissed him goodnight when she tucked him in bed.

She had even had her cats adopted when Septimus developed a rather harsh allergy to them. Septimus didn't always liked to use his full name, Septimus Severus was just weird, and he didn't like Sept. so he used Set.

He didn't remember his parents, or anything before he was 3 or 4, when they came to this house in Surry. he heard his parents died in a fire, and that was it. Sometimes when Set was sleep, he heard a man laughing, and felt pain in his shoulder. Sometimes it was 3 people, the man, and another set of people, a woman and a man.

He never told his auntie. His aunt , great aunt really, never mentioned if she was his mom's aunt or his da's. they never talked about past.

"past has passed, so we leave it just where it is"

But what if he wanted to poke it abit?

Sometimes Set wondered where money came from, because his aunt did not work. She may knit a few things, bake some cakes and that was all. he thought maybe it was his inheritance and his aunt did not like to talk about it, old wounds and all.

But he had not only his auntie. There was a funny bearded guy who wore ridiculous colored suits, Set only saw him on his birthday, they also stayed with uncle Al during christmas holiday. Set didn't care if the man was named Alex, Alibaba, or Almighty colorful weirdo. The name must be something embrassing for him to shorten it to Al. again, he never knew if he was related or not. Who was he to call on it? He had shortened his to Set.Maybe he was his aunt's past suiter?

They went to Londen- or if you could call somewhere in its suburbs London- for the visits. Funny whenever he mentioned it, no one else knew about the place.The man always smelled of lemons, and sometimes he spoke to himself. His house felt funny too. The man never cleaned or cooked, but there was always food on the table. He wore stupid long things called 'robes' for whatever reason. He had many of them in his closit, which held much more than it looked it could hold. The house, was bigger inside than outside. Set swore it was! But every time he mentioned it, the two grown ups would smile and ruffle his hair.

It wasn't even the most bizzare thing in his life.Set didn't go to school, he had private tutors, and he had to go outside with a horrible looking dog when he was without his aunt or uncle Al. their house was big, with garden and everything, but he felt like he was a prisonor on some days.

The dog, was not big, had only one eye and one of its legs was a prostetic. No wonder no kid had ever approched him to play. Set sometimes thought that maybe he was someone imporatnt, a prince? His heart did a little jump every time he called himself a prince. But it would not do. Princes didn't live with a mysterious aunt , a mangled dog and a weirdo for an uncle who he saw twice in year. (also he never came to their house, stupid huh?)

As he grew up, he learned to ditch the doggo. He felt horrible making it run after him, what with the leg and all. but the dog gave as good as it was. Sometimes he felt the dog could understand him, but it was just a silly feeling. Sure, dogs were smart, but not that smart to tattle on him when he wanted to run away to go to zoo with other kids.

Some nights, he heard a masculine voice talking with his aunt, talking about reports and long bottom. Whose bottom was long? Report about what? It was absurd, his aunt was a loner like him. Lonliness must have done him , made him a lunatic of sorts.

Among things he didn't understand, was the dog. What could a crippled dog do if supposedly he was under attack? The dog itself appeared out of thin air, when there was not anything a second ago.

Until that day in June.

He had waited until his aunt was sleep, and he had sneaked out of the house. It was a beautiful night , stars were shining, moon was bright. The dog was out of sight.

Set found out, if he really wanted to hide, he could. It was his special power. Maybe bad guys wanted him for this? To do horrible experiments on him? Like all those TV shows that crazy scientists experimented on peeps and made his aunt anxious and twitchy?Was it the reason they had a dog – super sensetive to smell- follow him?

Was the dog special too?

He had no idea.

He took a stroll down the road. Although it was quiet, it did not bother him. He felt he was a good mile, or more far from the house.Then he felt someone watching him from behind the bushes.

It had never happened before, maybe because he had never gone this far?

He paniced, maybe this was it? They were going to abduct him and get him to a lab?

And the momment Set was on two minds about running or screaming like a banshee, and was bursting with anxiety…

Then a boy, came out of the bushes. The boy had the most awful hair Set had seen, and his glassess were a mess.

Was he mute?

"hello?"

The boy was silent.

"hola?"

Maybe he was spanish?

" bonsoir?"

Then he spoke" you are a boy!"

Yes, he was. Was the boy a bit unwell?(not right in the head?)

" this is my birthday, I asked for a friend and you came"

Ok, Set was getting confused. What the who?

" will you be my friend?"

Set looked at the hopful eyes of the boy, his stretched hand and his shy smile. His eyes seemed so much, greener than grass and his favourite lemonade ice cream. so Maybe the boy lacked a few things upstairs, but who cared?

"Septimus"

"Harry"

Alastor smirked. This boyo finally did it. He was wondering for a long time if it was ok, if he could do it against his orders.

He imagined the purple face of Alice longbottom, merlin did the lass grow to be a bitch!, and Albus condescending look from behind his half moon glasses, and his smirk grew.

Let the fuckers be angry until they died. Who cares? Because Alastor certainly did not give a sod. Arabella said she couldn't bear it if the whole thing made the situation worse, and he took full responsibilty.

Yea, sure Alastor heard the news of that first attack on Septimus, but he didn't get it why all the secracy? Potter, he could see, those damned death eaters would not play with their food, and it wouldn't be a quick Avada, it would be messy and bloody and all kinds of wrong.

But Septimus? Why did albus made a fucking house elf, an elf designated to Septimus but the kid had no idea of it, the secret keeper?

Donny? Dovy?

And then the paranoid lady got alastor, a retired mad auror, to keep the form of a dog, and then keep his eyes on the boy. A fucking 4 years old! What could he do? Seriously, the worst trouble he could cause would be when he accidentally pooped in his pants!

Good for them that Albus didn't know about the house being on Surry, and Alice was unaware. Albus would insist on Potter and Snape becoming friends, and Longbottom would spew madness and curses and try her best to not let it happen.

Alastor gave no fuck about those mad cats. Alice seemed to hold grudge against Albus, for Septimus, her husband and anything that was wrong in the world. If a troll farted in forbidden forest, it was Albus faulf somehow.

Albus was a manipulative fucker but he was shaken so much AFTER THAT DEABCLE that he took a step back, gave arabella whole gurdianship until school, and told her to leave and live somewhere not a soul knew about. He cast the fidalious, yes, but making that elf, dobby, secret keeper made him unable to come to the house, or even to know about it anymore.

Dobby was a quiet young elf, that loved children, and checked the kid with his invisble eyes evry time he or arabella wasn't around.

Oneday he had gotten a junoir death eater trying to kidnapp Potter.

(fuck him if he knew why Albus didn't allow the kid , snape, to go to school. Did he knew about potter? How could he knew when snape was protected by fidalious?)

Alastor was approched by both Albus and alice, funnily enough. With none of them knowing about the other. In fact, alstor might have gone himself. Because he felt a bit guilty, you know. He had rough handled Snape, the father. Damn he was a kid too, 22? 21?

(god he hated that mangy dogform of his animagus. It terrified the adults, let alone kids!)

So he took his own prorogative. These boys, potter and snape, were magical orphans, and leaved alone. So they were perfect.

He felt for Potter brat. He could use a friend when dealing with magical people.

What a savoir would he make, if he was a loathed one?

Snape the spy had turned the kid into a kind of miniature Lily and James, with all their flaws and worst momments exagerated.

Fuck Alice and her grudge agaist a dead woman!

(yeah, she was a bitch sometimes. And sure making her , the mother of a child who could have been the one, a godmother of another chosen one, was a shitty idea. Put a target on her back doubly.But sure was the idea of making Black the godfather.)

Arabella was too much of chicken to make a move. So he made his own. Merlin!

But the reslt was good. Potter became Harry to Snape, and Snape became Septimus to potter.