Well here is my newest story. It's been awhile since i posted things since college has kept me so busy. Now i'm able to post the things I've been working so hard on. This is going to be a very long story I know since it's already completed. The new chapters should come in pretty quickly depending on what kind of response i get from the first few chapters. Remember to review and tell me what you think!

It is strange how one occurrence can change our entire outlook on life, change our fates, and change our lives so completely and utterly that we could not imagine living any other way. Occurrences like having a baby and holding it, realizing you brought a new and wonderful life into the world and that it is your responsibility. Or maybe a simple heartfelt statement that makes you rethink your whole world view. Sometimes a person does something that affects you so profoundly you see that other person as responsible for the new you.

Severus Snape, Youngest Potions Master in Britain, was about to have such a moment. He didn't know it of course but then again you rarely ever do. He had been relaxing after seeing the brats off. It had been one of the most hectic years in Hogwarts history. The savior of the wizarding world had started attending. The boy had fought trolls, ridden centaurs, faced a Cerberus, and defeated the Dark Lord for the second time. Those were just the things he knew about. No doubt the boy had done even more things Snape had not heard of.

Potter had proved himself to be everything Snape had feared. The boy was arrogant and defiant. He had no respect for anyone and thought himself above the rules. He was abysmal in potions and had obviously inherited nothing from his beautiful mother except her eyes. It was not at all difficult to hate the boy. The boy was so repulsive to Severus and was nothing but a carbon copy of his father but with a larger ego stoked to that size by his celebrity status.

It was at exactly 11:09 pm on June 15th that the world flipped upside down for the man. A normally crisp white owl that looked like it had just flown through hell, shot into his normally warded rooms. It, or should I say she, was carrying a rather bloody scrap of muggle paper. It flew straight into Severus' lap and began screeching up a storm demanding that he read the disgusting note.

"Get off of me you damn bloody bird. I'll read the bloody note!" Snape said pulling the note off of the bird's legs.

Snape of course recognized the owl as Potters. Who else would own such a noticeably pretentious owl? Snape felt that this must have been a prank who else but Potter would take the time to procure fake blood and write a note in it? Only the boy-who-lived-to-be-rude would try and pull an asinine prank like this. It was then that the smell assaulted the nostrils. That was real blood. Snape's heart stopped momentarily as he opened the note.

It read in shaky scrawl the letters thick and clumsy, something done by a finger and not a quill. A finger who was weak or frightened. It said three simple words that sent shivers down Snape's spine.

"HELP ME PLEASE"

It was at 11:13 that Snape appeared outside the house titled number four Privet Drive in Surrey. He had teleported there as soon as he realized what the note meant. He informed no one. Not bothering to floo call Albus or send a patronous he merely ran outside the wards and popped right outside the home. It was dark out and the lights were out. He disillusioned himself and unlocked the door to the house. He cast a point me charm to locate Potter. It led him upstairs. His skin crawled and prickled with sudden anxiety.

The upstairs like the rest of the house was immaculate all except for one door. This door unlike the rest had large visible locks and a cat flap. It would've looked almost comical if not for the stains. Stains in the shapes of splatters and hand prints in the sad color of dried blood. The brown color that denotes pains of the past. It was at 11:15 that the man dressed all in black began unlocking every single lock on the door. There were 9 of them total. All useless of course against a fully grown wizard but against an underage one it would likely keep them inside indefinitely.

The smell that burned Severus' nostrils and retinas was of acrid blood. He looked around and saw a bloody Potter leaning against a wall with a window half opened above it. There was fresh blood on the floors and walls. The boy was unconscious maybe even dead. Snape rushed in cast a quick spell to determine the boy's state.

He was alive but barely. Snape scooped up the boy carefully cradling his head. He summoned Potters things and heard them burst through a door somewhere before they arrived next to him. He saw that the school trunk had been chained shut. He banished the chains and then shrunk the trunk to fit in his pocket. He stepped out of the room and shut the door behind him. He cast a confundus charm that would keep muggles away from the door until he could return.

He teleported straight to his rooms, not noticing that he had been able to apparate within Hogwarts. He thought of nothing but getting the boy stabilized he would contact others later. At 11:20 Snape set the too small boy down on the guest bed and wandlessly summoned his healer's bag. He worked feverishly and began healing wounds and pouring potions down the boy's throat in an attempt to stabilize him.

It was at 3:13 in the morning when the boy was stable and mostly healed. He had had 8 broken ribs, a heavily bruised stomach, a nearly punctured lung, a broken wrist, torn ligaments, and marks crisscrossing across the boys back made from a belt. Once the boy was stable Snape set a charm up to warn him if the boy woke. He placed the un-shrunk trunk near the bed. He then stomped over to the fire and floo called Minerva, Poppy and Albus demanding they come to his rooms immediately.

When the three irritable pajama clad individuals arrived in his rooms Snape sneered ignoring their grumbles and began his tale.

"Many hours ago I received a missive written in blood from the Potter brat." Severus said ignoring the gasps. "I went directly to his home and found the boy beaten to near death with a mixture of kicks and a belt. I took him straight back to my quarters and worked diligently until he was stabilized. I called you all in here to witness it and check on the boy yourself."

Poppy merely nodded and went in the direction Severus indicated her wand drawn. Severus completely exhausted sat down onto the couch ignoring the quiet cries of Minerva and the look on the headmasters face. Poppy returned minutes later her face grave.

"Severus you did an admirable job healing Mister Potter. I did a deep scan and found that the abuse isn't new. According to my chart it started when he was around two years old." Poppy began. "There are no signs of sexual abuse in his past but I wouldn't be surprised if it had happened."

At that admission Snape and Minerva both swore loudly while the room began to shake. Dumbledore's face was one of contorted rage. The books and trinkets in the room and on the walls were vibrating and some were even flying around the room. Magic induced wind whipped around the room. The power being released by the man froze the other three people in the room for none of them had ever truly seen Albus angry.

"Albus stop!" Snape shouted.

The magic abruptly ceased and things fell to the floor. Dumbledore shook his head and with a wave of his wand righted the room. Then Dumbledore collapsed and at 3:25 in the morning the man began to cry. He murmured thing about this being his greatest mistake and how he could never forgive himself. Minerva began storming around the room shouting and Poppy just stood there.

"Enough!" Snape roared. "Go to your rooms if you want to do this. Potter is resting and if you wake him up early it will only make things worse. I will floo call you all when he wakes up take this time to calm yourselves."

So everyone left and Snape went to his own room and collapsed. He was so tired that when the charm went off letting him know that Potter had awakened he slept through it. He did not even stir.