Summary: AU Childfic. Abuse is the one thing that Harry Potter is used to but abandonment is a completely different story. Left alone by his guardians and struggling to survive, Harry soon discovers that help may come in the most unlikely of forms...
Author's Note: Here is a new story that I thought of and I thought it would be good to post it. It takes place approximately six years before Hogwarts and it is completely AU. It is a Snape/Harry mentor/guardian fic as well as a childfic for some of the chapters as it may extend into the first five or so years of Hogwarts though not likely. If it does, however, then HBP and DH will never have happened. I hope that you like it and reviews are much appreciated.
Author's Note II: I have reposted the first chapter because someone pointed out to me about Sirius's place not being used until after Prisoner of Azkaban or Goblet of Fire, I don't remember, so I changed it and I have decided to redo part of the first chapter. I have also changed the title of the story since I sort of thought this new title fit the plot more. Knowing me, I will probably change the title again later on in the story but for now, this one suits the story. I have also added chapter titles to this chapter as well as the next one coming up and most of the chapter titles will be poem or song titles while some are just made out of thin air.
Warnings: There is child abuse, profanity and neglect used in this story, some, if not most, will only be used in flashbacks or dreams so it won't be too bad.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I never have and I never will and I am only saying this once so I won't repeat it in later chapters.
Never Say Never
Strangers in the Snow
He was used to abuse but never in his entire life did Harry Potter believe that his family, his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and cousin Dudley would leave him by himself. Harry had only been playing in the park, albeit without his guardians' permission but when he looked toward the ice cream stand where his cousin had dragged his parents to earlier, he saw no one there.
Frightened, the small four-year-old boy pushed himself to his feet and gazed around. He had been taught by his Aunt and Uncle to never speak to strangers but he felt worried because he didn't know where his family was. Harry shivered and wrapped his small arms around his body before he started walking, unsure of where he was going.
Walking over the snow-covered streets, Harry shivered again, his clothing was too big for him as he only received Dudley's hand-me downs and his guardians' refused to give him a jacket, saying that bad kids didn't get jackets. The little boy whimpered as he gazed around in fear as the sun began to fall into the night sky. London was silent and the streets were all but deserted aside from a few cars driving quietly down the snow-encrusted streets. Hardly anyone walked along the sidewalks and a few of them glanced with some concern at the little boy as he walked, unsure of where he was going.
"Are you all right?" a female voice asked suddenly.
Harry drew backwards as an elderly female with slightly gray hair stretched out a hand as if to slap him. He shook his head but didn't say anything, remembering his Uncle's words that he wasn't to talk to someone he didn't know.
"You look so cold," the female said softly, her dark eyes smiling gently at the boy but Harry drew backwards a few steps anyway. Why'd anyone be nice to a freak like me? he thought.
"Come on, little one, why don't we go someplace and get you something warm?" the woman said quietly.
Harry shook his head.
"You'll freeze if you don't come with me. I won't hurt you," the woman said quietly.
Harry whimpered, knowing that he couldn't believe anything this woman said to him. She was just like any other woman that Harry has ever met and he has only ever met his Aunt Marge and Aunt Petunia. Marge hated Harry and always set her dog on the four-year-old boy, Harry still sported some of those scars on his leg as they never healed properly. It was because of this that Harry didn't trust the elderly woman in front of him.
He backed away again and the elder woman frowned. "I'm not going to hurt you," she said quietly.
Harry shook his head again before he turned around and ran away, not caring where he was going, only knowing that he had to get away from the elder woman.
Severus Snape wasn't too happy; four years had gone by since his beloved Lily's death and yet Albus Dumbledore still insisted that Severus become a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. Severus didn't mind that part because Lily had been apart of the Order before she was killed but he hated to thought of being around people who didn't trust him because he had once been a Death Eater.
Relaxing on his couch in his house in Spinner's End, Severus was drinking a glass of Firewhiskey while examining the snow that slowly fell outside of his window. After his mother and father had died, Severus decide to take up residence in his childhood home, in spite of the bad memories, when he wasn't teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Severus's thoughts drifted to Lily, the beautiful woman that had been Severus's first and best friend at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was because of Lily that Severus was able to make it through his seven years at Hogwarts, even after he took the Dark Mark. After he took the Dark Mark, he had been surprised when Lily forgave him for it and forgave him for calling her that nasty word that he didn't really mean.
Severus felt guilty for Lily's death because, not even a few days following meeting Lily and gaining her forgiveness, Severus had delivered the half-heard prophecy to Lord Voldemort, which resulted in the deaths of Lily and James Potter when the dark lord tried to kill their son.
Shaking his head to clear it, Severus heard the rush of magic coming from the floo and he turned his attention to it as Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts and founder of the Order of the Phoenix, stepped out of it. Severus curled his lip in a sneer. Really, couldn't he have knocked? He thought.
"Albus, to what do I owe the honor?" Severus aid.
"Minerva was in the muggle world today, Severus," Albus said taking a seat on a chair, causing an . "She ran across a boy that strongly resembled the boy Harry Potter. Before she could see the scar, however, he took off running."
"What would Potter be doing without his guardians? I didn't think they would let their little Golden Boy out of their sight," Severus sneered.
"He was last seen entering this area, Severus," Albus said. "And you know that it is dangerous for Harry to be out this late at night, especially with Death Eaters around."
Severus knew this to be true. "What does this have to do with me?" he demanded.
"Minerva doesn't like that I gave Harry to his Muggle relatives but the blood wards are supposed to protect him. Harry needs to be with his relatives and you're the only one that I can contact to pick up the boy and deliver him back to his relatives," Albus said.
"What about Lupin?"
"Tonight's the full moon, Severus."
Severus grimaced, he really didn't want to go pick up the Potter boy. "Fine," he said curtly. "I'll go pick up the Potter brat and deliver him back to his relatives."
"He is not a brat, Severus," Albus said quietly.
Severus snorted before placing his glass of Firewhiskey on the side table before standing up. Albus stood up as well before he walked over to the floo and called out, "Dumbledore's Office, Hogwarts," before stepping into the green fire and disappearing.
Severus sighed. I suppose I may as well try to find the boy, he thought.
Severus didn't know how long he had been walking around his childhood home. He searched down the streets, his traditional scowls keeping late night walkers away from him until he narrowed his eyes in thought. Where would I find a four year old brat? He wondered silently as he continued to walk.
Severus found himself near the park where he had first met his beloved Lily and told her she was a wizard. He forced himself not to smile at the memory before he shook his head and examined the park. He found the boy sitting on a bench in a nearby park, his small arms wrapped around his body and there wasn't a jacket around his shoulders. Severus frowned. Shouldn't he have a jacket? He thought.
He walked over to the boy before kneeling down beside the bench and stretching out a hand. He placed it on the boy's shoulder and the boy immediately drew away from him, whimpering in fear. "I'm not going to hurt you," Severus said.
The boy gazed up at him, his hair fell over his forehead but Severus did see the lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead that he received from Voldemort four years earlier. The boy drew backwards, fear filling his eyes. "Don't hurt me," he whimpered.
Severus was startled. Why did the boy think I am going to hurt him? He wondered silently before he scowled to himself. Why would I care about Potter's little brat? He told himself firmly but his heart didn't believe his own words. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said.
"They say that too," the boy whimpered.
"Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vern'n," the boy replied with a whimper. His eyes suddenly widened with such stark fear that even Severus Snape felt his heart skip a few beats. This boy truly was terrified but of what? Severus did not know the answer to that question.
"What do you mean?" Severus asked quietly.
The boy whimpered before lowering his head. "Get in trouble for speaking to strangers,' he whimpered. "Not suppose talk."
Severus narrowed his obsidian eyes, wondering what that was supposed to mean. "Come on, boy, I won't hurt you. Let's get you back to your guardians," he said.
"No," the boy burst out before he started crying. "They won't be happy if I…if I didn't stay with them. S…Said that I…I was…was…." He started speaking and crying at the same time and Severus had a hard time figuring out what the boy was saying. Growling quietly to himself, he held out a hand and called a calming draught to his hands.
Pouring out enough that wouldn't hurt the small boy, Severus stretched out a hand. "Here, drink this," he said.
The boy drew away before shaking his head stubbornly.
"Come on, boy, drink it, it's not going to hurt you," Severus said firmly placing the potion beneath Harry's lips and the boy reluctantly drank it. Before long, the calming draught took affect and the boy slowly grew calm before blinking green eyes up at Severus, his glasses were slightly askew.
"Come on, boy," Severus said. "Can you stand?"
The boy shook his head. "Too cold," he whimpered.
Severus reminded himself that the boy wasn't wearing a jacket and he once again wondered who in their right mind would take a child out in this cold without a jacket. He pulled off his own muggle jacket and put it around the small boy's shoulders. The boy stiffened but immediately snuggled closer into the warmth that the jacket provided.
Severus stretched out his arms and lifted the four-year-old boy into his arms, telling himself quite firmly that it was only because the boy was too frozen to stand up, let alone walk. With that, he apparated away back to his house in Spinner's End so that he may talk with Albus Dumbledore about what he found here.
A/n what do you think?
Blaze: like I said, this is AU
Darth: that's cool
Blaze: yup it is so please review and yes I did update this story because of the mistake one of my reviewers pointed out to me and I did add some things as well as changed the title.