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Lilies	By : strosevae Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 6385 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 8
The celebration feast that followed was one Snape had never seen before. Everyone was in their pyjamas and it lasted all night. Snape kept his eyes on Harry and was amazed to see that the boy didn't even tell his other friends what had happened down below. He spent the whole time laughing with his friends, happy for Hermione's recovery; a Hufflepuff came up to him and shook his hand in apology and Hagrid came when it was half-past three to cuff his and Ron's shoulders gratefully. As Snape silently ate his food, he realized how Harry had never bragged about anything he did, even when he stopped Quirrell - and essentially, the Dark Lord - from getting the Stone last year. He was incredibly mature for a 12-year-old.
The rest of the term passed by peacefully like normal, happiness engulfing both students and teachers alike as the final exams were cancelled, but amidst all this, Snape alone was restless. The end of the 2nd year was fast approaching and with it, the summer holidays, which means Harry would have to go back to his abusive Muggle family.
Snape repeatedly reminded himself that this was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the son of his enemy, James Potter, who stole his lost love, Lily Evans. But no matter how he tried to justify it, whenever he remembered those scared green eyes at the start of the year, his anger dissolved. He knew how it feels to have a dreadful childhood, to be unwanted and neglected. He had lived through it himself. But back then he had Lily. Harry had no one.
So when the students began boarding the Hogwarts Express, Snape stood far from the busy platform, watching his godson and a particular black-haired boy with something clawing at his heart. When the train could no longer be seen, Snape finally turned around and headed back to the castle, not particularly looking forward to the two month long summer holidays.
Harry carefully put his essay parchment, quill, and ink bottle back underneath the loose floorboard under his bed, tired from writing his homework in the dark with only a small flashlight to help, and climbed back into bed, pulling the covers up. He sighed as he watched the stars blinking innocently outside his window, taunting him with freedom.
It has been five weeks since he came home for the summer. Five long weeks of loneliness, nightmares, and continuous beatings, as Ron had tried - unsuccessfully - to call Harry through the Muggle telephone, resulting in Uncle Vernon beating him again for giving the phone number out to other ‘people of his kind’. They had locked everything magic-related that Harry owned in the cupboard under the stairs, including his textbooks, so he had no choice but to sneak them upstairs and do his homework in the dark, straining his eyes.
Harry glanced at the clock on his bedside table and saw that it was already one o’clock, which means he’d been 13 years old for a whole hour. Harry never looked forward to his birthdays, which were usually ignored by the Dursleys anyway. Before he could fall asleep, however, something flew inside his room. Startled, Harry went up to check what had flown inside.
It was Errol, the Weasley family owl, with Hedwig, and 2 other brown owls that Harry didn’t recognize. He quickly took the packages they were carrying, and after a short rest, they - except Hedwig - flew out his window again.
Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid had sent him birthday cards and gifts, and although Hagrid’s gift was biting him, he felt really happy all the same. He noticed that there were 2 letters from Hogwarts as well. One of them was from Professor McGonagall, informing him about the books needed for next year and about the Hogsmeade permission form. The other was from Dumbledore.
Curious as to why the headmaster would personally send him a letter, he carefully ripped the envelope open and took out its contents.
Dear Mr. Potter,
It has come to my attention that you’ve sustained some injuries while staying with your relatives. While staying there is certainly important, your happiness and well-being are important too. Therefore, Professor S. Snape has kindly offered for you to stay with him in Hogwarts for the remainder of the summer if you so wish.
Please send a reply back with your decision.
Yours sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry stared at the letter in disbelief. What, stay with Snape?! Harry folded the letter and tucked it under the loose floorboard, shaking his head. He would look over the letter again tomorrow, but now his eyelids were heavy and he slipped under the covers and fell asleep almost immediately.
Harry gritted his teeth, shaking in anger, as Aunt Marge continued to talk to Uncle Vernon about how rotten he was on the inside and compared him to her dogs. Remember Hogsmeade, Harry kept reminding himself, but it was very hard to do. When Aunt Marge’s cup exploded, Harry quickly excused himself to calm down. He didn’t want to get into trouble for underage use of magic, especially not after the Ministry’s warning last year.
Aunt Marge had been staying in Privet Drive for 4 days, scolding him whenever possible, making what seemed to be Harry’s worst summer ever, worse.
It was during the final evening of her stay that Harry finally exploded. Aunt Marge and Uncle Vernon were trash-talking his parents, and as much as Harry tried to concentrate on his Handbook of Do-It-Yourself Broomcare book that Hermione had gifted him, he couldn’t help but yell back at her. She was about to scream at him when she stopped, and slowly, started to swell. Her red face, her fingers, her stomach. Harry and the Dursleys watched in horror as Aunt Marge began to rise off her chair and drifted up into the air.
Harry ran from the dining room while everyone was preoccupied. He took his trunk from the cupboard under the stairs - which had magically opened when he reached it - and ran upstairs to collect Hedwig and his things from under the floorboard. He dashed back downstairs just when Uncle Vernon burst out of the dining room, his face purple with anger.
“COME BACK HERE AND PUT HER RIGHT!” He bellowed, swinging his fist.
Harry, still consumed in rage, kicked his trunk open and took out his wand, pointing it at Uncle Vernon, who stopped in his tracks.
“She deserved it,” he said, panting. “I’ve had enough. I’m leaving.”
And the next moment, Harry found himself on the dark, quiet street, dragging his trunk with one hand and holding Hedwig’s cage in another. He collapsed at Magnolia Crescent, tired and panicking at his situation. Not only did he not have any Muggle money, but he had also broken the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry. Harry shivered, partly from the cold night air, and partly from the fear of getting expelled from Hogwarts.
Where would he go now?
He looked around the dark, sleeping street. Suddenly, he remembered Dumbledore’s letter. He fished around in his trunk until he found the crumpled letter. Rereading it under a nearby street lamp, he quickly scribbled a reply and sent Hedwig to deliver it. As he watched Hedwig’s white body fly away, he sat down on his trunk.
Now what?
A funny prickling on the back of his neck alarmed him. Harry turned around quickly, his wand tightly gripped in his hand, but saw nothing in the dark. Squinting, he muttered “Lumos” and saw a glimpse of something staring back at him.
Before Harry could register what it was, there was a deafening BANG, and suddenly a big purple bus with gold lettering on the windshield stood next to Harry. The Knight Bus.
A conductor helped the confused Harry onto the bus and took him all the way to the Leaky Cauldron, asking questions along the way. When Harry got off, he was greeted by Fudge, who took him inside and explained about what had happened to Aunt Marge. Harry gave a sigh of relief when he found out that he wasn’t going to be expelled. That night, in room eleven of the Leaky Cauldron, Harry fell into a peaceful sleep.
A familiar hooting woke Harry up.
He slowly sat up on his bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Reaching for his glasses, he was startled to find Snape standing near the door with Hedwig hooting happily on his arm.
“P-professor?”
“Get dressed, Potter, we’re leaving for Hogwarts soon,” Snape said, handing Hedwig back to Harry before turning on his heels and leaving the flustered boy alone. Harry immediately changed into more presentable Muggle clothes and put Hedwig back into her cage after giving her some treats. Then he dragged his trunk and Hedwig’s cage down into the private parlor from the first night he was here. Harry had only stayed in the Leaky Cauldron for 3 days, where he spent most of the time buying all the things needed for the new term.
Snape stood there, waiting for him, standing in front of the warm fireplace. With a flick of his wand, Hedwig and his trunk disappeared with a pop.
“Let’s go,” Snape said.
“Uh… how are we going to get there?” Harry felt stupid for asking.
“With Floo powder,” Snape replied with a tone that confirmed Harry’s thoughts. “You’re too young to Apparate and traveling by broom during the day is dangerous. Now come,” he threw the silvery powder into the fire, stepped into it, and motioned for Harry to get closer.
Harry nervously went over to the fireplace but was unsure of what to do next. He had used the Floo powder only once last year, and he had never seen anyone using it with two people at once. Snape seemed to sense his hesitance and, without a word, pulled him into the green flames. Harry gasped as he stumbled into the older man’s chest, who wrapped his strong arms around Harry almost instinctively. Harry didn’t know what to do, his breath hitching at the back of his throat.
Snape didn’t say anything about it either. He simply said, “Headmaster’s office, Hogwarts,” and then they were whisked away.

TBC
To Smile317: hehe thankyou for coming back :D I'm trying not to differ too much from the original story.
I'm very excited for the little progress in this chapter XD I hope you are too!
Please review! :D
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