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Slyth's Snakepit	By : Tanya Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 46659 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Harry and Lucius apparated into an alley not far from Privet Drive. The younger wizard had briefly explained his aunt and unckes views on those with magic but not the extent of how he had been abused at their hands. That was something he wanted to keep to himself for now. With a nod the two set off to Number. 4 hoping not to spend to long in the area.
When they reached the front door Harry was overcome with a feeling of nausea, his nerves peaked at what could await them on the other side. He knew he was being silly because he had his wand and his uncle and they couldn't stop him using magic now that he was legal. Lucius raised his hand and knocked.
Petunia answered the door with a smile until she saw who was standing there. He looked different but she still knew it was Harry, her face formed into a disgusted sneer. "What do you want boy? Thought you had left for good."
"Harry wishes to retrieve his belongings and then he shall be going," Lucius cooly replied. He was ever the charming pureblood but he couldn't help instantly hating this woman. With a heavy sigh she waved them inside, after all it wouldn't do to have these strange people on her doorstep too long.
"Be glad your uncle is not here, he was most pleased when you didn't return yesterday. Although he will soon be home so hurry up!" Harry could hear all her horrendous thoughts swirling through her head, almost a constant stream of 'freak, unnatural, disgusting'.
"Actually AUNT Petunia," Harry emphasised her title to really drive his point home, "maybe we should wait for dear UNCLE Vernon to return. I have a few questions that need answering. Uncle Lucius would you mind waiting while I retrieve my stuff?"
Lucius chuckled at Harry, he knew that there was more to this family than met the eye and he was intrigued by the interaction. "I will go with you Harry, I don't wish to remain around this pitiful muggle more than I have to."
Petunia's mind was swirling once more. She was trying to process this suddenly changed young man in front of her and what was that about Uncle Lucius? As far as she knew they were his only relatives and she felt hurt that she could have fobbed him off on somebody else. They should have had the burden of raising the strange boy. Her precious family had, she felt, suffered unduly if this was the case.
Harry snorted at her and she was taken aback. Little did she know that every single one of her thoughts were being read. "Of course Lucius, I have some stuff in my room and the rest I imagine is in my former bedroom, under the stairs." At that utterance Lucius was appalled. 'Under the stairs?' He questioned in his mind knowing Harry would hear him. He glanced down the hall at the small door and was really horrified. 'Harry, I don't know what to say. I can't believe this.' The young man smiled sadly at his Uncle, "I will explain in due time Uncle. It's very difficult for me to be here and I wish to leave as soon as possible."
Petunia was confused as Harry seemed to answer a completely one sided conversation. Ignoring her shocked face Harry started up the stairs with Lucius close behind. When they reached his bedroom door with the locks and cat flap Harry grinned sheepishly as Lucius' eyebrows nearly disappeared off his head completely. With a shake of the head Harry pushed open the door. The sparse room was really not much to look at and Harry was almost glad that Lucius was being as stoic as he could be and he seemed to be trying not to think too much about what he was seeing.
With a sweep of his hand Lucius managed to gather all of Harry's spare belongings into a small trunk he had brought with him. Hedwig's cage sat empty and Harry knew that his familiar had probably already started the journey to Malfoy Manor after she had returned from hunting and found him gone. She always knew where to find him, his constant companion. Harry wordlessly and wandlessly shrunk her cage and placed it in his pocket. He surprised himself as he had always had to really concentrate to perform wandless magic. This was something he would have to explor further.
"I believe my school trunk is all I need, it will be downstairs." Harry lifted the lose floorboard and retrieved his most precious items, his invisibility colak, his photo album, Sirius' mirror and a little notebook with a treble cleff on the front.
"Music Harry?" Lucius inquired.
"Yes Uncle, I write and play the guitar."
"Very well, perhaps you and Draco can have something other than quidditch to bond over. He is an accomplished drummer."
Harry was pleased to hear that. Ron had always mocked his abilities, most likely because he was tone deaf. Harry felt he could hold a tune decently and his writing was a sort of therapy. Just as he replaced the floorboard the front door opened with a bang and Harry knew that Vernon was most likely home.
He heard the whispers of a converstaion downstairs and was practically counting the seconds until "BOY!" With a shrug of it's now or never at Lucius they two men headed downstairs to the purple face of his uncle.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS? WHY ARE YOU BACK HERE. CAN'T YOU KEEP YOUR FREAKISHNESS AWAY?" Vernon's yells were always ahrd on the ears. He definitely never operated at a normal volume around Harry. As Lucius appeared behind Harry, the large man deflated somewhat. He knew Petunia had mentioned something about an uncle but he wasn't expecting such a regal looking man. "Who are you?" He asked stupidly.
"My name is Lord Malfoy," he sneered. He really hated these people and he'd only been here ten minutes. Harry could practically see the money signs flash in the Dursley's faces. "I am Harry's uncle. We shant be long once we get his school trunk."
"Too late, I burnt it last night." Vernon was almost giddy, he had got one up on the boy and hopefully he could convince this Lord in front of him to help with the financial burden of all those years they had so kindly raised Harry. Lucius could feel Harry's tension rolling off him in waves and could almost tatse the magical energy as it rose around them.
"Oh Uncle Vernon! Thank you. I mean I knew I would need new robes anyway because as you can see I had a bit of a growth spurt for my birthday," Harry sneered menacingly. "And how terrible that you burned my old schoolbooks before I had bought my new ones. I suppose I will have to replace all of Dudley's old, hideous, whale sized clothes too. I wonder how I will ever pay for it all."
Vernon took a step back and Petunia let out a mousy squeak. They knew that Harry was angry and they were shocked that he seemed to be standin gup to them.
"I mean," Harry continued, "I know you thought that Dumbledore was bleeding me dry with all the money he was paying you. However, my billions of galleons in my other accounts remain untouched."
The Dursleys were well and truly stunned into silence. "Uncle Lucius, I believe you would be of assistance in recouping my misdirected money?"
Despite his obvious shock at the turn of events his mask was quickly back in place. "Of course Harry, the family solicitor can be instructed to start retrieving any money that was wrongfully taken from you."
With another squaek Petunia fainted dead away. Harry stepped over her and past a blustering Vernon to check that there was definitely no sign of his trunk. He spied two owls in the kitchen. He stepped in and retrieved their letters as they flew off again. One was the letter from Dumbledore. Harry sneered as he read it. 'How dare he. Imagine trying to tell me my presence was not required for my own majority.'
The second owl had actually been holding two letters. They were from the Weasleys.
Dear Harry,

Happy birthday my dear! I know Dumbledore has wrote to you about spending the rest of the summer here. We would love to have you and should be able to come and pick you up tomorrow. Arthur and Ron will be there at around lunchtime. Take care!
Love
Molly Weasley
Harry sighed, he really couldn't believe the audacity of Dumbledore and the Weasleys. He turned his attention to the other letter, He was confused as the parchment appeared to be blank. However, upon closer inspection he could see a slight green G&F minutely in a corner and he smiled. He knew that this was from the twins and had been written suing the special ink and quill they had developed. It was a product that was provided on a strictly need to know basis and as their silent investor Harry had received a beautiful set of inks and quills from them at the end of his last year of school. Glad that he had stored them in his room wrapped in his invisibilty cloak he silently hoped that the twins were above all the money and fame bullshit the rest of their family seemed to be so obsessed with.
"Are you ready Harry? I do not wish to remain around this filth any longer. I may end up hexing them yet."
"Yes Uncle. I am ready but there's one thing i must do." With a quick glance around Harry muttered the spell the twins had taught him. "Uncle Vernon you can let Petunia know when she comes round that from now on all food that you eat in this house will be tasteless. No matter what you do or buy the furniture will forever be uncomfortable and every violent thought you have will cause you to hit yourself repeatedly until you stop thinking them. As I said my solicitor will be in touch" With a last sneer from both men they exited the property out the back door and apparated away from the hell and the pain.
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