Hey guys, this is my first Harry Potter fic, so don't judge to harshly please. Anyway thanks for reading

"Hello" – Speaking

'Hello' – thoughts

"Hello" – Parseltongue

I refuse

"I refuse headmaster" Severus growled out.

"But my boy you have to."

"Get someone else to do it; I refuse to babysit Potter's spoiled spawn."

"Come now Severus, you only have to take him to get his school supplies."

"Get someone else to do it; you have plenty of Potter supporters." Severus snared.

"Ahh but they are all busy."

"And what about you? Surely you would want to go and take your golden boy yourself."

"Ah but you see my boy I have a conference to attend and I will not be returning until the day before the new term starts." The headmaster replied, the famous twinkle in his eyes that always seemed to unnerve the potions professor.

"I insist that you find someone else to do this headmaster" Severus drawled.

"You will go and take shopping for his school supplies Severus and that's final" the headmaster stated firmly once he saw the potions master about to complain again.

Severus sighed in annoyance "fine, but don't expect me to pamper your little prince."

"Duly noted" the headmaster nodded popping a lemon drop into his mouth.

Severus sighed as he looked in the mirror. He took one more glance at his muggle attire and swiftly headed out of his rooms and towards the apparition point muttering and cursing meddling old fools.

Turning on the spot he apparated to number 4 Privet Drive. In the darkness he stared at the lit view of normal, perfect looking houses from the hidden alley way. 'Muggles' Severus thought with a snare, 'always the picture of perfection'.

Sighing once again Severus schooled his features into a glare and walked towards number 4, its perfect looking garden causing him to snare harder. Walking up the path he knocked on the front door. Receiving no answer he knocked again louder. After waiting five minutes Severus sighed quietly, casting silencing and notice-me-not charms on himself before opening the door and entering the house.

He could hearing the TV going, cutlery clanking against plates and a child whinging about something, 'probably Potter whinging about something that he didn't get today, spoilt brat' Severus thought darkly.

Suddenly the clanking stopped and for a moment, Severus thought they knew he was there but threw away that ridiculous idea, these muggles weren't that smart and of course they couldn't see through his charms, they were just muggles after all. He could now hear a man yelling and screaming something about freaks along with clashes, bangs and almost silent sobbing.

Walking towards the noise Severus peered into the room. He could only stare in shock, not fully prepared for the sight that was suddenly thrust before him.

Harry was having a bad day, and by bad day he meant one of the most awful days of his life.

He had made breakfast, accidently burning the scrambled eggs when Dudley had knocked him of his pile of phonebooks and away from the stove, this of course had caused his uncle to become extremely mad and resulted in, once again, burnt hands from being held to the stove elements because if he 'wanted to burn their food then he himself deserved to be burned'. He had then given his uncle the mail and returned to his cupboard hoping to be left alone today, but alas today was just not one of his days.

His uncle had come storming out of the kitchen, ripping open his cupboard door and yanking him out into the open. Throwing him to the ground his uncle had then began to kick him, muttering things about freaks, their schools and beating the freakishness out of him, walking away when he heard a satisfying crack signifying the breaking of one of Harry's ribs.

Harry had laid there for all of five minutes, curled in a protective ball, before carefully getting up and crawling back to his cupboard to nurse his wounds.

Once everyone had finished their breakfast he was once again yanked out and handed a list of chores to be done before his uncle returned home from work. Harry's luck had run out on him today as he had only managed to finish half of the list with his bruised and battered body before his uncle returned, resulting in another beating before being chucked into the kitchen to cook dinner.

Dinner was no better as Harry was made to stand and watch his relatives eat, his stomach growling slightly for food, having not eaten for two days.

Dudley had opened his overstuffed mouth and whined to his parents that there was a piece of egg shell in his poached eggs, which harry knew that there was not. He prided himself for his cooking skills when he knew Dudley wouldn't even know how to boil water.

Dudley smirked at Harry; he always loved watching him suffer whether it be emotional or physical, this was one of the many things Dudley prided himself for Harry knew for sure.

Harry stared at his uncle in absolute horror when he dropped his knife and fork with a clank and standing up. He knew what was coming next. He knew not to run, it only made it worse when he was caught and he was always caught. He was always to weak and hungry to run fast. His uncle walked towards him, a murderous expression on his face. Harry covered his face but the force of the first blow threw him to the ground where he curled into another ball, waiting for his uncle to stop.

"You stupid freak!" his uncle bellowed, his face purple with rage "you've done nothing right all day. We give you food and shelter and this is how you repay us! Useless just like your useless freak parents. All good for nothing, should've just left you in an orphanage. We don't need your freakishness here!" he screamed out at him.

Tears were running down his face at the pain, black spots beginning to creep into his vision and he welcomed the blackness of his long-time friend unconsciousness.