Pain, immense pain was all he felt. Hands and feet frantically hammering him, scratching him. Making him bleed and bruising his pale skin. His nose out of joint, his glasses broken. 'A normal summer day at the Dursleys' thought The-Boy-Who-Lived.

In the hallways of Hogwarts, a frustrated Severus Snape loomed, his cloak billowing out around him, making him look like a bat. Dumbledore had summoned him to his office just as he was about to leave this prison for the summer. Snape found himself in front fo the gargoyle far sooner then he truly wished. "Chocolate frogs" he muttered, Dumbledore uses some stupid passwords.

"Ah Severus" came Dumbledore's voice as soon as Snape had entered his office.

"Headmaster" replied Snape respectfully.

"Please take a seat, lemon drop?" offered Dumbledore.

"What is this about Dumbledore, I was just about to leave this nightmare" growled Snape, who was still standing, his arms folded across his chest, looking livid.

"As I was aware Severus, and I apologize, but I need to ask a favor." Dumbledore stared at Snape his eyes twinkling, Snape looked intrigued but uncertain at the same time, which was a strange sight to see. "I would normally ask someone of the order but they all seem to be busy I'm afraid, and so you are my last hope Severus."

"Just out with it Dumbledore," moaned Snape becoming more annoyed by the second.

"I need you to go and check on Harry at privet drive for me. It has been a week and so it is around the time I would normally check on him, but I have no one to go for me."

"No"

"Severus"

"NO! Absolutely not!"

"Please Severus" pleaded Albus.

"NO! I have enough of the brat during the school term. I am not going to visit him during my time off to see the brat being spoilt senseless by his muggle family!" spat Snape.

"Please Severus, you are going in that direction to get home anyway, it wouldn't hurt, but if you can't do a simple task like that then I guess I'll have to find someone else, Good day Severus, have a good summer." stated Dumbledore sounding very disappointed. Snape cringed, he hated hearing his mentor disappointed in him.

"Albus wait" Dumbledore stopped just in front of his door about to leave, his back still facing Snape. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to drop in on him" sighed Snape.

"Good" beamed Dumbledore turning to face him. "You should really try to get on with the lad, you would be invaluable to each other! You both are so alike!" Snape just glared at the headmaster in response. He would never get to know that spoilt, fame hungry brat, and they were definitely not alike!

"If that is all" he said after a long, ominous silence. After receiving the expected answer of yes, Snape turned and fled the headmasters office, storming down the halls, making his way to his beloved dungeons, with thoughts of the insufferable headmaster on his mind.

It was a windy day, and bits of litter flew around the streets with a mind of their own. Snape looked very out of place walking down this simple street, his black robes a stark contrast against the almost fluescent green grass. There was something about this street that put Snape on edge. He wanted to get out of there as fast as he could. At least he wouldn't have to talk to the boy, just a quick look through the window to see if the boy was okay, which of course, he's going to be living with this family, the spoilt brat, thought Snape. He stopped outside the house, just staring at it looming above him. It looked no difference to the identical houses around it. Snape breathed in deeply, the sooner he looks the sooner he could be back at his comfy home. He stepped forward, walking down the driveway.

When will it stop? Pleaded Harry silently. His uncle was pummeling Harry as hard as he could, not caring whether he left marks or not. Harry scolded himself, why did he argue with back with his uncle when he refused him breakfast, this is a lot worse then just missing one meal, he thought angrily.

"Your not worth the air you breathe never mind the food I get for my family, taking out of my Dudley's mouth just to give you a room to sleep in and you have the cheek to ask for more! Your worthless!" Vernon sneered in between each blow.

"We should" hit "never" hit "have" hit "taken" hit "you in!" he wheezed. "You're a worthless little cun-" The window suddenly smashed open, shattering the glass and sending it everywhere.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING? WHO ARE YOU?" Vernon roared.

Severus Snape now stood between the wheezing and angry Vernon Dursley and a very vulnerable small boy.

Snape had seen enough, he had to do something to save the boy from his fierce uncle. He couldn't believe it, all this time the spoilt Boy-Who-Lived had been a case of child abuse. 'Maybe they had just got fed up of treating him like royalty, or he had simply done something wrong, Snape tried to reason in his head. But eventually he had to admit that nobody, not even potter, deserved the treatment the boy was receiving at this very moment.

Harry knew somebody had intervened as the rain of kicks and fists had stopped, but who, he had no idea, his vision was blurry as his glasses were broken and eyes bruising. A gentle hand gripped the upper part of his tender arm, tightly, making him wince in pain. The hand loosened, only slightly, before Harry felt like the ground underneath him had disappeared, his body felt like it was in a vice, getting tighter and tighter until he felt he could bare it no more.

As quickly as the body crushing pain started, it was gone. The floor beneath him returning a foreign floor, unnaturally cold and hard. Harry blinked around him, trying to taking in his surroundings and make his eyes focus but it was no use.

"Potter" came a harsh, tone.

"Potter are you awake?" tried Snape, worried that the boy had become unconscious in the process of apparition.

"What happened?" asked Harry meekly "where am I?"

"This is professor Snape and I have apparated you to my home." came Harry's reply. Snape? Snape had saved him from the Dursleys? The day just gets fucking better thought Harry.

"Can you stand potter?" asked Snape, reminding Harry that he was sprawled out across the floor and probably looked terribly stupid. He blushed, tinging his cheeks a slight pink, which was hardly noticeable under the blood and bruises.