Author's note: Hi! Here is the first chapter of my series called New Amenity. This story starts the summer before Harry's third year. Reviews are encouraged! Thanks for reading this... I do not own Harry Potter. Not even close. All rights go to their owners. Thank you!

Chapter One

"As I was saying, you mustn't blame yourself, Vernon. In the end it comes down to the mother. If there's something wrong with the mother, there'll be something wrong with the pup-"

"Shut up! Shut up!" Harry's temper finally burst. He had had it. Crimson blood boiled visibly in his face as he glared in rage at the hideous piggy eyes of Aunt Marge. The rude woman's mouth opened for a split second, barely visible over her wobbling five chins, before it clomped shut as…zing! A button popped off her massive chest, flying into Dudley's slab of cake. Then another. And another. Her cheeks were balloons as they expanded with her already unhealthily huge body. Bloop! Her blimp body floated up and ricocheted off the ceiling, quickly approaching the open sliding glass doors. As she ballooned outside, the wind used its invisible hands to pull up the huge lady up into the sunset sky.

"Marge! MARGE! I'll catch you!" Uncle Vernon threw one more of his slit-eyed scowls at Harry before jumping up to grasp Marge's watermelon-sized foot. To his horror, he began to start floating along with Marge. Finally, the man's sweaty hands slipped off the woman's foot and he fell to the ground with a loud thud. Aunt Marge disappeared in the skies' sunset watercolor of oranges, yellows, and pinks. Crashing into the house, Harry grabbed his trunk, slipped his wand out of the loose floorboard, and stumbled back out of the cupboard under the stairs. "BOY! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING…" Vernon was forced to stop blabbering as he ran out of breath chasing Harry.

"Almost there…" the thirteen year-old mumbled, sprinting to the door. He wasn't prepared for the blow that was about to come. The fat man had already unbuckled his thick, leather belt and crushed it down on Harry's right shoulder with tremendous rage. Yelping, the boy fell to the ground, trying so hard not to moan in agony as Vernon whacked him in several other places. You've had worse…don't give in… Harry thought in his half-conscious mind. With an insane amount of effort, the wizard stood up shakily but quickly. His head was spinning so much, he almost didn't notice Vernon whipping his belt to crash Harry's shin. Leaping, the teenager had just enough time to flash out his wand and stick it on the man's throat. He couldn't really use it, of course, but he liked how his uncle cringed when he raised it.

"P-put…that wretched thing down, y…you freak…" Vernon managed nervously, trying not to let his voice crack.

"No."

"PUT THE BLOODY STICK DOWN!"

"It's called a wand!"

"I GAVE YOU AN ORDER! ARE WE JUST NAMING FACTS? THEN WHILE WE'RE AT IT, YOU'RE A BRAT! A FREAK! A WASTE OF SPACE! A WASTE OF TIME! A BLOODY WASTE! JUST LIKE YOUR DEAD, BLOODY, DRUNK PARE-"

"Don't talk about my parents!"

"WHY, EH? THEY WERE IDIOTS! DOLTS! Just…like…you." Vernon growled.

"I SAID: DON'T TALK ABOUT MY PARENTS!"

"I DON'T FOLLOW ORDERS FROM YOU, BOY! THEY WERE DRUNKS! FREAKS, JUST LIKE YOU! GOT EM' SELVES KILLED IN A CAR CRASH! STUPID, STUPID, ST-"

The uncle didn't utter another word before his head collided with the ground. Grimacing, Harry stuffed his wand back in his pocket as Dudley scurried to the door.

"D-daddy?" the fat boy stuttered, jaw dropped and piggy eyes full of shock. "Y-you…killed him! YOU KILLED DADDY!" Harry barely parted his lips to say he merely knocked him out him before Dudley's fist pounded his ribcage. The wizard winced as he heard the crack of most of his ribs. "MURDERER!" The beefy boy crushed another fist into Harry's thin arms and dug his nails in a half-slap into his face, sending his circular glasses shattering on the wall. A thin layer of dripping blood lined the left to his vermillion eyes, joining all the blotches of blood, broken bones, and bruises. Red dots formed in his vision as he fought to stay conscious.

"That's…for…my…father…" he barely heard Dudley heave as the red dots covered his eyes and went to an abundance of darkness. Bending down, the fat teenager snatched Harry's wand out of the pocket, and snapped it in half, letting the remains drop on Harry's torn face. "Serves you right." He mumbled. Then, he ran out of the room to his mother.

• • • • • • • • • •

"Severus, if you would please step into my office, I have important matters to discuss regarding Harry." Dumbledore's face, lined with age, announced through the fireplace in Snape's chambers. The dark man, making an even more sour face, threw a pinch of Floo powder in his fireplace, and let the green flames devour his tall figure.

"What must I owe this…pleasure, to? What did your Golden Boy do this time?" Snape drawled, naturally refusing the lemon drop that Albus offered. Raising an eyebrow, he noticed the old man's face to be grave, an expression he did not express often.

"Severus, please try to remain serious. It saddens me to report that…Harry hasn't had the best experience at the Dursley's this night."

"Oh, so the imbecile has been treated like the average teenager, rather than his usual pampering service tonight? Albus, I really do not see the matter, he-"

"A neighbor who I sent to watch over Harry…tells me that…Mr. Potter has been…abused." The Potions Professor almost gagged as his jaw dropped slightly. His eyes widened a bit and stared at Albus', ebony black meeting piercing blue.

"That is not true, I expect?"

"I'm afraid it is…"

"The boy…Merlin," he choked. "Albus! Why haven't you fixed this earlier?"

"I had no idea, Severus. However, I need a new guardian to care for him over the summer."

"Then why did you wake me up, Albus? Why not Mrs. Weasley? Or Tonks? Or McGonagall…"

"As those would be my first choices, Molly has been in Egypt, and Nymphadora and Remus are on an Order investigation. Minerva is on a trip. I need to ask you a favor, Severus…" Dumbledore trailed off, staring at his clasped fingers.

"Of course not! I won't take in bloody Potter! Certainly, you took one to many glasses of Firewhiskey tonight."

"Severus, it is for the boy's health and future. Poppy is on a vacation, and I need someone who can mend Harry's injuries. Certainly you would do this for Lily?" The dark man's eyes flashed with remorse at the mention of her name.

"Do you not realize that I am in not even of vague similarity to a father figure? Especially to Potter, of all the morons you could say…"

"I must order you to take in Harry for the next two weeks, Severus. I'm afraid it's not just a request. Severus, please…"

"I am not babysitting James Potter's son!"

"He's Lily's son, too. It is for the greater good, Severus. We don't have anymore time to waste, and I must ask you to Apparate to his house." Snape gave one last look of hatred to Albus, and abruptly turned, black robes billowing out behind him. He was babysitting Potter. The Potions Professor was going to kill Albus. Finally, he vanished from the Headmaster's office with a 'pop!' And with that, he landed on the street of Privet Drive.

A/N: Thanks for reading Chapter One! Chapter Two should be up by next weekend. Reviews are encouraged!