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Teaser:

Dust settled down to the floor, the only reason it was visible was because of the streaks of sunlight entering the room.

A boy who looked to be about 12 sat on the small cot looking up at the ceiling. The boy was none other than the famous Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, everyone in the wizarding world knew of his existence.

The house in which the room resided in was Number 4 Private Drive, with a perfect lawn in a perfect neighborhood, now anyone looking at his house would not be able to tell that something sinister was happening between the walls.

Even wizards couldn't tell, because what was happening was not something that could be detected by magic, oh the wounds could be, but not the actions.

Harry Potter was being abused by his relatives, not simply verbally, but physically. For years he had endured pain and hardship, from all around him, when he had learned that he was not a normal boy, but actually a wizard he had thought that those years of pain was behind him, but no instead he had a mad power hungry wizard after him, and the wizard's posse.

Harry potter glanced at the clock on his bedside table, it was about to be his birthday, but he didn't care, not like normal children his age did. He was not going to have some big party, or drink booze with his friends, neither was he going to receive presents from his relatives or well wishes.

Harry potter had messy black hair that went all over the place, the same hair of his supposed father, he didn't look like anything special to people who did not know of the story of the scar on his forehead, and neither did he look particularly handsome. The only that stood out about him was his emerald green eyes, that said more about him than his appearance; they looked like they didn't belong to a 15 year old boy but rather a really old man who had seen many evils in his days.

Looking around the room the first thing that your would notice was the bars on the window, then you would realize that it fit the room perfectly, the room all the looks of a criminals cell.

It was empty compared to the rooms that most boys his age should have, the was a bed, some parchment, ink, and a snow white owl whom at the moment was regarding the boy with a keen interest.

"Stupid Dumbledore, Stupid Snape, stupid Umbrige." He was angry, but not overly so he was more angry at himself than anything.

"Why couldn't I just learn Occlumency?" He spoke quietly as not to awake his relatives and make them angry, you see they didn't like him very much, they didn't like him at all, Harry Potter was not someone that fit into their perfectly normal life with their perfectly normal house.

The Dursley's seemed to despise him more every year, they didn't like things like him, he was strange, and the Dursley's made it a point that they didn't like things that were abnormal. They disliked him so much that they made him do more chores than was expected of anyone even a maid.

Harry stopped staring at the spot in the ceiling and stood up, wanting to get dressed before his relatives woke up.

Quickly brushing his teeth and putting on his ridiculously oversized clothes he headed down stairs to start cleaning.

Harry was a lot different than he was last year, while he seemed to shrink; his personality had changed more than anything, he wasn't the brave Gryffindor anymore he was more of a skittish Hufflepuff with the attitude of a Slytherin.

Harry started cleaning although he didn't know what his chores were going to be for today he might as well get a head start.

A loud thumping came from upstairs.

His relatives were up.

"Boy you start making breakfast." His uncle had obviously realized he wasn't in his room or sleeping.

The pig and the horse came down followed by a smaller version of the first pig.

Harry had to stifle a laugh at the mental image those three gave him, if he had a pen and a paper at the moment he could draw the most hilarious cartoon.

"Yes Uncle Vernon." He said in a small voice.

Anything he seemed to do seemed to make them angry with him.

"Don't you use that tone of voice with me you insolent brat."

"Yes Aunt Petunia." He quickly started to make breakfast, with a detached air; it's not like he would be eating any of it anyway.

His uncle opened up his journal. To most people a still picture on a newspaper would be completely normal but to Harry he found it odd after spending so many years at Hogwarts.

His aunt was looking out the window her nose practically stuck to it.

His cousin was playing with a game boy or something not that Harry cared.

"Aunt Marge will be coming over tomorrow." Harry stopped.

"What!"

His uncle stared at him with his beady eyes, Harry shuddered his eyes reminded him of so many bad things that had happened to him.

"You heard me boy, and I warn you if I notice any funny business again any at all and you won't be going back to your freakish school ever again and I'll make sure of that."

Harry gulped. His Uncle Vernon's threats weren't just that.

"Yes Uncle Vernon."

The silence that followed was broken by his aunt screeching in his ear.

"You burnt the food!"

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Harry woke up a few… well he had no idea what time it was, after that frying pan had hit his head he had been knocked out.

It was dark outside. Looking at the sky he noticed that the stars were out and Hedwig his owl was not in her cage, had he left her out?

His head pounded in a rhythmic pattern, he wanted to stuff his head in a pillow to see if it would stop the pounding; it probably wouldn't.

Feeling around his head, he felt the bump were he had been hit with that blasted pan.

"I need to do something." For the first time in a long time, he felt his emotions creep up on him, his friends didn't have to deal with things like this, and as a matter of fact their home lives were something that Harry could only dream of.

Grabbing his only book under the loose floorboard he started to read his potions text, the reason he had put it there was because he could not miss handing in homework in that class that is if he did get into it, after all he hadn't received his OWL results yet.

Snape manor err house.

"And why is that?" Snape tapped his foot impatiently.

"Becawz its mean?" The little girl responded in a timid voice.

"Exactly so what do you say Jade." The little girl pondered a while.

"Sorry?" Snape nodded.

"Don't say it to me."

The little girl turned towards her best friend. "I'm sorry I puwled your hair Hailey."

Hailey's eyes shined with tears.

"You're mean! I don't want to talk to you ever again and your… your stupid!" The little girl stomped away, leaving a bewildered Severus Snape. He had not expected that to happen, turning to his youngest daughter he noticed that her bottom lip quivered.

"Sweetheart?" Snape kneeled down to her eye level.

"I said sorry, why did she say mean things?" Snape shrugged there were times when he wished he knew everything.

"Maybe she was still angry, why don't your try talking to her tomorrow or talk to your other friends?" He spoke quietly to try to comfort her but it didn't seem to work.

"But Hailey was my bwest fwend!" Her speech impediment became louder with each word spoken, she was three years old and still had difficulty speaking properly.

"I know babe, but we can't make her play with you." Jade nodded resigned to the fact that she had just lost her best friend.

Her mind forming a plan, her eye's brightened.

Jade gave her father her best puppy dogface, and pouted.

"Daddy? Can I have ice cream?" Snape sighed, he knew she wasn't that upset she would forget all about Hailey in a week or two but he couldn't but feel that she should get an ice cream just to make sure.

"Ok. Come on." Grabbing her smaller hand into his larger one his brought her to the ice cream store not far from their house.

Annie wasn't going to be home for another 2 hours and what she doesn't know can't kill her, so Snape bought his green eyed daughter an ice cream not feeling guilty whatsoever.