A/N:
So I decided to do a Severus adopts Harry fic. I know the idea has been way overdone, but I hope to make it at least a little different than the others. I also know that about 90% of writers say that, so please bear with me.


Ohana

Chapter One


Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.

-Lilo and Stitch


Severus growled as he walked down one of the many hallway of Hogwarts, heading for the Headmaster's Office. His mood was already terrible; three Second Year dunderheads managed to blow up their cauldrons. Three! How in the bloody hell did three idiots manage it? And one of the dunderheads was a Snake, to boot! He growled again, glaring at a couple of Gryffindors. One glared back and the other looked down, frightened. Severus smirked; it was so easy to scare the brats.

He growled again, remembering the reason for his summons. The Potter brat. For whatever reason, Albus felt that the pampered prince was in danger. The only danger the brat is in is being spoiled to death, Severus thought darkly.

Reaching the gargoyle, Severus spat, "Licorice wands." The statue moved and he swept up the stairs, his cloak billowing out behind him.


Albus sat behind his desk with his hands folded and his eyes twinkling.

"Lemon drop?" he offered, knowing full well that Severus would decline.

"No, Albus. I know you didn't call me up here to offer me your favorite sweet," Severus said.

"No, you are quite right." Albus stated this plainly. "I know you do not believe me, but I truly feel that young Harry is in danger."

"Albus, he's James Potter's son! The child is probably a pampered, arrogant prince like his father! The only danger the child is in is Petunia spoiling him to death!" Severus exploded. This was very unusual for the 26 year-old Slytherin Head of House; he was usually very calm and collected.

"Severus, you forget that his mother was Lily Evans Potter. She was one of the most down-to-earth students to pass through these halls. I think we would all be surprised to know how much of Lily is in him."

"Albus..." Severus was weakening, the old headmaster could tell.

"He has his mother's eyes, you know. Bright, expressive green." Albus stated, hoping this would tip Severus' decision in his favor.

"Fine," Severus groaned. "I will check on Potter's scion. If I see no sign of mistreatment or ill will toward him within 48 hours I am coming back to Hogwarts and not going back." He finished, hoping that Albus would agree with his conditions.

"That's all I ask for, my boy," Albus happily exclaimed, his eyes twinkling even more so than usual.


Hermione Granger jumped off of the sofa and ran to where her Mummy was standing in her parents' bedroom. Emma Granger was struggling to fasten the clasp on her gold necklace in the mirror.

"Mummy, Mummy, guess what!" Hermione yelled excitedly.

"What, Love?" Emma asked, distracted, and glanced at the clock on the wall. Half- past six. Their reservations were at seven thirty.

Hermione held her book up happily. "The kitty got stuck in the tree, but the little girl found him and told a police officer and then the police saved the kitty!' She exclaimed, grinning.

"That's lovely, Hermione!" Emma grinned back and tapped the side of Hermione's nose. "David, we need to be leaving soon!" She raised her voice slightly.

"I know, dear. I've been ready for thirty minutes now." He drawled from the direction of the sitting room.

"Well, come help me with this clasp; the blasted thing is stuck!"

David sighed and got up. His wife never has been able to clasp the little locket he got her. He walked up behind her and gently slid the clasp shut.

"There, Love. You're all set," he said tenderly.

"Thank you, Dear. Are we ready to go?" Emma smiled and asked.

"Yes, Emma. The sitter's here." He bent down. "Now, Hermione, I need you to be extra good for your sitter. She is a very nice person and you must mind her."

"Okay, Daddy," Hermione looked a little hurt, so he hugged her.

"Who's my special girl, huh?" He hugged her again and kissed her forehead.

"Me," Hermione giggled.

"That's right, Hermione. You'll always be my special little girl. Your Mummy is my special woman, and you are my special girl."

Hermione walked her parents to the door.

"I love you, Daddy," Hermione hugged him.

"I love you, too, Precious." He hugged her back.

Hermione left her Daddy's embrace and ran into her Mummy's open arms.

"I love you, Hermione, Baby. Don't you ever forget that," her Mummy said, holding her tight.

"I love you, too, Mummy," Hermione mumbled into her mum's curls.

The sitter came up behind Hermione. "Don't worry, Mr. and Mrs. Granger. Hermione and I will have loads of fun. I brought a few games we can play to pass the time."

Emma forced a smile. "Thank you, Amy. I just have a bad feeling about tonight."

"Emma, Love, don't worry about it. We'll be fine and so will Hermione," Dan said. He glanced at his watch. 6:58. "Besides, if we don't get going now, we'll be late."

"Oh, I suppose I'm being a bit silly, aren't I?" Without waiting for a reply, she answered herself. "Of course I am. We should get going. Goodbye, Hermione, Amy. We'll be back in a few hours."

"Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, we'll be fine. Be careful and have fun," Amy called as the parents rushed out the door.

Amy shook her head in exasperation. The Grangers were always in a hurry.


"I'm sorry, Uncle Vernon! Please don't!" Harry yelled. "I won't do it again, I promise!"

A sharp smack across the face shut up his pleas.

"You little freak!" Vernon Dursley spit out, his face becoming redder as he struggled with pulling his belt off and around his wide girth. "You don't belong here, stealing from a normal family! You were just dropped on our doorstep without even a proper note and we took you in out of the goodness of our hearts! We feed you, we clothe you! This is how you repay us, by stealing our Dudley's food?!" He succeeded in pulling his belt off. "This, Freak, is what you deserve!" With that, Vernon grabbed the boy and hit him.

Harry yelped, but tried to keep it in, knowing that if he made a sound, it would only be worse. His eyes filled with unshed tears as he tried to remain still. Moving would only increase the number of licks he received.

Vernon, unsatisfied with the lack of response, threw the belt onto the ground. He punched Harry as hard as he could in the stomach, hearing the soft cracks of bones breaking. This time, Harry could not help but to scream.

Vernon hit him again in the face to shut him up.

"Vernon," Petunia hissed, coming into the room. "Don't make the boy scream again. You'll make the neighbors wonder."

"Fine," Vernon picked a luckily unconscious Harry up by the hair of his head and threw him in the cupboard under the stairs. Harry crashed against a shelf, scattering dust and spiders. He slammed and locked the door. "But the freak doesn't eat tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? The freak's not going to eat for a week if I can help it. It'll show him to not steal my poor Dudder's food again," Petunia stated, throwing a hateful look at the locked door of the cupboard.

With this, they both went back to what they were doing before. Petunia went to spoil Dudley and Vernon went back to the telly. Poor Harry was locked in the cupboard and mercifully forgotten.

And what, you may be asking, did Harry "steal"? A broken cookie that he dug out of the trash.


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