-1 Chapter one.

Sitting alone in his private chambers Severus Snape the most hated teacher at Hogwarts could be found downing as many alcoholic drinks as he could find. In only an hour he would be forced to enter the great hall for the sorting feast. Just that word made him want to scream, the sorting feast; that meant the start of a new year and the return of students. Collapsing in his chair Severus glanced at the note on his table, he knew it was his timetable but he had yet to dare look at it. He already knew the first lesson of the year would be the Fifth years Gryffindor and Slytherin potions.

Great that means more of that spoilt brat and Malfoy bickering. I've taken away more points from that idiot Potter than any other student out of the whole school. He deserved it though, someone had to show him how worthless he truly is, everyone else treats him like he is something special. No doubt he's been spoilt the whole summer.

Meanwhile at Number Four Private Drive said spoilt brat was packing his trunk as quickly as possible. Grabbing everything that he needed for the school year, although it wasn't like he had anything other than what he needed. Rushing down the stairs Harry come face to face with his very angry uncle. Straightening himself up Harry prepared himself for the shouting that was sure to follow. Vernon grabbed Harry by the scruff of his shirt and lifted him of the ground. Harry learnt over the summer that this indication meant he would be thrown half way across the hall.

Just fucking great. I just got all ready and now your going to mess my clothes up. Oh know please don't look at me like that I'm sorry I didn't mean to. What did I do?

"If I hear one word, one single whisper that you have told anyone we treat you bad you will wish you were dead." Harry did his best to nod his head as he was thrown to the floor.

Dragging his trunk to the car he jumped in ready for the long ride to King's Cross station. Harry couldn't wait to get back home, even dealing with the one Severus Snape Potion's master was better than his family. To Harry Hogwarts was his home. At Hogwarts he could be with his friends; although he was worried having not heard from them all summer but he guessed that was Vernon's fault. Sitting in the passengers seat Harry tried desperately to make himself as small as possible, he hated being so close to his uncle. He would rather be sitting in the back seat with Dudley than so close to his uncle. Harry remembered a little all too clearly what happened on the way home. Vernon had picked him up and of course the usual shouting and punching came, Harry supposed he should be grateful that Vernon even picked him up.

Why did he do it? What does he get out of it? What if someone had seen? Well that's obvious Harry of course no one had seen otherwise they would have helped you. No they wouldn't they don't care I'm just shit to them. No Harry you know better than that. Oh shut up I'm not arguing with you..

"Get Out" Vernon's screeching pulled Harry from his thoughts as the sound pierced through Harry's ear drums.

Realising he was at King's Cross station he jumped out of the car and grabbed his trunk in a flash. He really was looking forward to seeing his friends. Looking down at his appearance he saw he didn't look too bad. Luckily his uncle had kept away from his face over the summer meaning no one could see the cuts and bruises his body was covered in.

Luckily I had a long sleeved t-shirt stupid pathetic uncle. Crap

He'd got lost in his thoughts yet again. That seemed to happen a lot lately but he had to stop it otherwise people would notice. He'd changed a lot over the summer; the hand me downs that Harry received every year were even bigger on him showing the amount of weight he had lost. To someone like Dudley that would be great but to Harry he was already underweight and now you could grab one of his ribs through his skin. Opening his trunk he pulled out a pain relief potion; the last one he had. Downing the potion he felt the instant relief from the pain. Forcing a smile on his face he walked into the station and instantly he was surrounded by shouts of "Harry". Looking ahead he saw Ron and the Weasley family with Hermione. Running forward he greeted them all with a hug. However, uncomfortable he felt being touched he knew that he couldn't let them know about his injuries.

"Sorry we didn't write Harry we were abroad and we couldn't make poor Errol travel all that way. Mione doesn't have an Owl so we had no way to keep in touch."

Mione was invited and I wasn't? That didn't make sense at all. So they couldn't write but why didn't they write before they left?

Realising he was gradually letting his mask slip to show his hurt he quickly grabbed hold of it before anyone noticed. Smiling he told them not to worry about it. As they began to make there way to platform 9 ¾ Harry was starting to get suspicious. It didn't make sense to him they hadn't wrote to him even before they left for their holiday and he wasn't invited. Harry refused to let his mask slip but he couldn't help drifting of into his own little word. Ron and Mione were all over each other so that meant they were an item. Harry didn't mind he was happy for them its not like he fancied Mione and Ron wasn't his type.

As they approached the train Harry was reminded of his past years at Hogwarts. First year he had been sorted into Gryffindor even though the sorting hat said he would do great things in Slytherin. In some ways Harry was glad he was a Gryffindor but he wished he could help the Slytherins see they had a chance in the side of the light. Then at the end of the year he had fought Voldemort face to face and won. Second year the school had been invaded by a Basilisk who petrified people. Everyone including himself found out he was a Parselmouth and accused him of being the heir of Salazar Slytherin. At the end of the year he had yet again faced Voldemort but this time in the form of Tom Riddle; his younger self. Third year Remus Lupin was found out to be a werewolf and a marauder. The marauders; Moony Wormtail Padfoot and Prongs were all previous friend's during his father's years at Hogwarts. Moony of course being Remus and Prongs his dad. Wormtail the traitor and Padfoot his godfather. Harry hadn't heard from his godfather since the end of fourth year. Albus informed him that they couldn't be in contact because his godfather was treading on dangerous ground. Fourth year the tri-wizard tournament he had forgotten almost forgotten the events that occurred on that night. Taking the tri-wizard cup jointly with Cedric had led to Cedric's death. It was Cedric's death that affected Harry the most however, he couldn't forget the duel between himself and Voldemort. How he had escaped that he still didn't fully understand.

God I have faced Voldemort four times and I'm still alive, talk about luck and yet I cannot fight back against my uncle that's pathetic.