What if? By BlackJackBJ

Summary: What if Harry left the Dursley's care when he was 10? What if Dumbledore knew of the abuses Harry has? What if Dumbledore assigned another guardian for Harry? What if this new guardian is Severus Snape, the worst, potion master at Hogwarts?

Rated: T

Disclamer: Not mine. JK Rowling is behind these lovely characters.

A/N: This is just a rewrite of this chapter.

What If? Chapter 1

Albus signed, Ms. Figgs had just informed him about Harry. Albus stood up and paced around his strangely decorated office. Tick, tock, tick, tick, tock. The familiar sound of his clock ticked in an unorganized pattern. Albus finally sat down, letting his old, stiff bones rest on the crimson, cozy, cushioned chair. Albus went through his brilliant ideas on his mental list; the most important thing right now was to get Harry out of 4 Privet Drive and get him a new guardian. The blood wards had broken; Harry no longer called 4 Privet Drive 'Home'. Time was racing, he needed to save Harry, or the wizarding world will lose its savior.

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Harry felt the blood pounding in his ears, it was his lesson; it was his entire fault. He had done it again, his freakish things. Dudders and his gang had been chasing him, 'the Harry hunt' they called it, one second he was on the floor, the next? He was on top the school roofs. The teachers hadn't believed him, obviously, according to them, Harry is a liar and a troublemaker. They had called Uncle Vernon, whilst he was at work, about Harry, about… "How he was climbing school property". He had tried and tried, again and again, but failed badly to convince Uncle Vernon he didn't do it on purpose, but that never seemed to help. He was too stubborn and he knew it, it was probably because his freak parents were that stubborn, and gave birth to a freak child. He should have just admitted doing the… freakish things on purpose, and face… even worse than… that?

"I didn't do it on purpose, sir."

"Of course you didn't, boy. NOT." Uncle Vernon screamed at him. "Boy, you are coming with me."

Fear. No. I will not show weakness.

I will not show weakness.

I WILL NOT SHOW WEAKNESS.

"Yes, sir." Don't cry. Don't. Nothing will happen. No, nothing will.

Uncle Vernon pulled Harry towards 4 Privet Drive, once they were in the 'terror' zone, nothing will save him. Nothing.

"Boy. You will not do your freakishness in this house nor anywhere near us, you will not do it or else. You are already very lucky you are alive; you should have died with your stupid, drunk parents in the car accident. We are being very nice to even let you live in this house with us; normal, perfect people. You are a freak, say it." Uncle Vernon toke off his belt and lifted it up high.

"I am a freak," Harry whispered softly, hoping Uncle Vernon would stop.

Crack.

"Louder." Uncle Vernon boomed.

"I am a freak," Harry whispered slightly louder, hoping it would stop soon.

Crack.

"Louder."

"I am a freak," Harry said, hoping someone would save him.

Crack.

"Louder."

"I am a freak," Harry screamed at him, praying to every god he knew, which was not much, not that he believed in it.

Crack.

This continued on for a few more minutes until Harry was covered in crimson over the places his uncle had hit him. Uncle Vernon dragged him towards the stairs and pushed him into the cupboard under it. Which was where Harry was now, losing blood.

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Severus was relaxing after a day of teaching dunderheads over a cup of firewhiskey. Ding, was the sound which alerted him that someone wished to go through the fireplace. The said fireplace was turning from red to green to red again every second or so. Severus finally gave in and Albus's head appeared. "Can I come through?"

"Yes," Severus said dryly, his mind spinning into action; why was the headmaster here?

The fireplace turned green and the headmaster stepped through, he cast a few spells which cleaned the soot off him. "Severus, I have a favor for you."

"What is it?" Ugh, this mysteriousness was too hard to figure out. It was never a good sign when the headmaster asks a favor, he usually manipulates you into doing his bidding.

"Young Harry is in need of a guardian. I want you to pick him up and take care of him."

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Albus looked carefully at the young potion master; his face had turned into disgust, his eyes turning to hatred before reappearing to blank, emotionless, dark holes. "You want me to look after Potter's child?" Maybe it wasn't as good of n idea as he had originally planned it to be, but oh well, Severus was the ideal person, he was bound by the unforgivable vow and this was Lily's child.

"Yes, my boy, can you fulfill an old man's simple request?"

"But… B-but." Ah, now that was a first, Severus unable to form words, stuttering, but if you asked any student in his house, well any house, any former students, they would have accused Albus of saying it, even suggesting it.

"Yes, yes. He is at 4 Privet Drive. I trust that you know where that is, good luck and goodbye, my boy." Before the potion master protested, and before Albus regretted it and changed his mind, he took some floo powder, threw it at his feet, and said it in a clear voice. "My office." Albus breathed into the familiar spinning, once the dizziness stopped, he was back in his office, it was always very magical, no matter how many times he went through the fireplace from one place to another.

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How could the Headmaster ever do this to him? Fumed Severus, the Brat-Who-Lived is such a spoiled brat, how in Merlin's name did the brat land himself on Severus? Well, if the Headmaster is ordering him like this, he would make the Brat-Who-Lived-To-Make-Severus-His-Guardian's life Hell. He would have to plot this later, for Severus currently had to get the said brat here.

Severus walked to the still working fireplace and took some floo powder and said, "The Three Broomsticks." A few seconds later, he arrived in the darkly lit pub. Severus quickly transfigured his robes into muggle attire, he was disgusted to have to wear muggle clothes, it reminded him of his terrible 'muggle' childhood, however, he had to blend in with the muggles. He then placed a glamor on his want to appear as a silver cane. Once doing so, Severus apparated near the brat's uncle's home. Severus saw identical houses, the only difference were the black numbers which were hung near the door; everything seemed normal, too normal, too muggle, Severus sneered. He walked up to the door and politely, well as politely as he could, knocked on the door three times.

He heard a booming voice shouting, "BOY, GET THE DOOR."

And then came a smaller voice, "He's locked up in the cupboard, remember, Dad?"

"Well get the door, Dudders." The louder voice said.

"But that's the freak's job."

"Just get the door."

A herd of elephants could be heard coming towards Severus, and finally, the door opened. "What can I do for you, sir?" A fat, chubby child showed up.

"I am here to get Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter?" Confusedness could be heard. "Dad, he's here for Harry Potter."

"Who?" The booming voice was heard again. A few herds of elephants sounded like they were coming towards Severus. A huge, fat man whose face was turning red and purple appeared.

"I am here to get Harry Potter," Severus repeated. His patience was disappearing.

"There's no Harry Potter here." The huge man stated, then tried to slam the door close, Severus quickly placed one foot to stop the door from closing.

"I'm sure there is, I heard you say he was here."

"You're one of those freaks." The man raised one of his chubby fingers and pointed at him accusingly. Severus pushed him away and looked at his surroundings; he headed towards the stairs where he spotted multiple locks surrounding a door.

"Alohomora," Severus whispered towards the locks. Click. That was all it needed. Severus peered into the small, dark cupboard, he saw a few drawing which was a motorcycle and a few other random things, and the most important thing he found was a scribbled writing of 'Harry's Room'. Severus saw a tiny, unconscious figure huddled in the corner, covered in blood he looked closely, this person had dark, messy hair; a trademark of Potter.

A/N: Sorry for not updating in a long time, and this is just a rewrite of this chapter.