Disclaimer: Only Time I'm putting this up; I own not Harry Potter or any of the wonderful characters that have spawned from the brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling...

WARNING: This IS a Severitus! If you don't like the idea of Snape being Harry's Father... Then shoo... This isn't the fic for you! Pairings will be determined later... All is for certain though: Severus is still in love with Lily, even after her death, and some abuse to poor Harry...

Summary: What would have happened if Snape found out he was the true Father to Lily's son, The-Boy-Who-Lived? And what if he were to find this out before said boy's 11th Birthday? Everything will change from what you knew...

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Harry's Tormentors

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11-1-1981, 3:32 A.M.

Two shadowed figures stood on the deserted street of Privet Drive, now those who took residence in this area, would have been frightened at the thought of all the lamp posts being out, and the two unfamiliar figures walk down their street in such undignified clothing! Pointed hats, cloaks, one would think they were much too old for Halloween... But this was not the case, as all were asleep; unaware of anything going outside of their identical, perfect little homes.

Minerva McGonagall choked at the sight in disgust

'They are the worst... what is the Headmaster thinking?'

"Albus, they're the worst sort of muggles-" she couldn't even finish her own sentence. She shook her head disapprovingly at the elder man.

In her Animagi form, she had watched the family of Lily's sister all day, magic haters to the core, and it was revolting on how they let their fat chubby child get away with anything, even give to give him praise for the most ludicrous things!

Albus Dumbledore though, just frowned at the information. Their conversation lasted a few more minutes, discussing the future of a boy... a boy that is supposedly to change the lives of the entire Wizarding community.

Their bickering was shorted, as it was cut off by a rumble of a vehicle. Then out of the sky, a Motorcycle appeared; a large, hairy man by the name of Rubeus Hagrid landed and parked the contraption. The elder woman clutched her heart, and glared at Albus for allowing Hagrid to bring the boy on such a contraption, but the man just smiled and greeted the large half-giant.

Said giant carefully put a woven basket, full of blankets into the Headmaster's hands. The elder man went to a particular home and sat him down at the door step, and pulled out a letter, and set it with the sleeping child, who almost instantly clutched the letter in his small hand, still deep in sleep. The three just stared for a moment, most looking at the lighting-bolt shaped scar on the child's forehead.

Then Albus spoke his final words to the boy; until they met again eleven years in the future.

"Good luck, Harry..." He said with a grim voice, as the trio departed from Privet drive.

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7-19-1991 8:32 A.M

THUNK THUNK THUNK

Harry tried to suppress a hiss as he felt dust and whatever else fell on him from the uproar right above his head. But this is nothing new to the boy, in-fact; it was a daily routine but the thumps seemed over excited today, and he got his answer of why, when an annoyingly snobby voice called from above his head, where the small earthquake had originated from.

"Wake up cousin! We're going to the zoo!"

Harry flinched at the loudness of his voice.

"Get up!" A shrill voice called that was on the other side of his door. The ten year-old boy inwardly groaned as he heard the locks that were on his cupboard door, slide unlocked, and with another bang on the door from his Aunt to make sure he was getting up.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia." He said in a monotone voice he usually used when being ordered around, no need to give them any reason to punish him for being snippy.

Getting off his poor excuse for a bed, Harry grabbed his rounded glasses, perched them on his nose, and made his way to the door. Halfway out of his cupboard, he was unceremoniously pushed back in, ending up back where he started: on the cot.

"Boy! Get in here and make Breakfast! I have no tolerance for laziness!" Cried out his Uncle, and the boy flinched. Great, he'd probably get something after breakfast for still being in the cupboard. Even though that wasn't his fault, he'd never try and point that out.

Harry learned a long time ago, never to try and prove that he was innocent, that led to worse things than just getting slapped around...

Getting out of the cupboard and into the kitchen as quick as possible without running, his fat Uncle sat at the table, and glared at him; Harry knew that meant trouble for him later. Quickly looking away, he began to gather what he needed to make breakfast.

Bacon, eggs- better turn on the grill for the pancakes, and turn on the coffee maker.

"Hurry it up boy!" His Uncle growled as Dudley came back into the kitchen and squealed in delight.

Turning around to see why, soon realizing he failed to notice the large amount of gifts that surrounded the dining table

They were also on top of it; underneath it... How did he not notice?

Harry hid his jealousy and self-loathing from showing on his face while Dudley began counting the presents.

Harry blocked out the conversation of his cousin whining on how many gifts he had now, and compared them to last year.

Harry glared at the bacon he was making and the rest of the food, knowing he would get none.

He quickly served them their breakfast then waited by Uncle Vernon, so he could ask a question.

Vernon glared at him after noticing he was there.

"What is it?" He barked.

"I was wondering if I could take a shower today..." Harry asked, mustering as much politeness into his voice without vomiting.

Vernon sighed.

"Yes, but only because we have to take you to the zoo with us, Mrs. Figg is sick, and there's no bloody way I'm letting you stay here on your own!" He growled out.

Of course, Dudley protested quite noisily, squealing and whining like the pig he is.

Harry quickly left the scene before minds were changed due to headaches. Grabbing a pair of decently clean clothes that were once Dudley's (They don't fit him very well at all; hung way too loosely) from his cupboard and dashed to the bathroom.

It had been a good while since he last had a shower.

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11:44 A.M.

Excited emerald eyes scanned the many exhibits. He had never seen such animals before! Lions and monkeys, panthers and bears! But the reptile section proved to be the most amazing...

People had begun to file out to go get some lunch, but the Dursely's had already eaten at a Restaurant in the Zoo while Harry was made to sit outside and wait, he got a pop sickle out of it though so he thought nothing of it.

Looking around, everything was behind a glass window; some hissing could be heard from the different kinds of snakes, Harry rested his arms on a railing near one of these cages, and looked into the exhibit of a Boa Constrictor. Dudley right next to him, press his face into the glass at the poor thing. Harry had to resist a sneer, that poor snake having to see this cow press his face in the glass to get a better look.

"Make it move!" He said, and Uncle Vernon, right behind him knocked on the window.

"Move!" He demanded.

The snake did nothing, and Dudley tried it for himself this time; he knocked on the window so hard, Harry was surprised it didn't break!

"MOVE!" He shouted, getting odd and surprised stares from the few people who were there.

Having about enough of this, Harry tried not to glare as he turned his head to Dudley.

"It's asleep!" He told him, he didn't really know if the snake was asleep or not, but heck, anything to get the fat beast away from the poor thing.

Dudley just glared at his cousin before stating;

"He's boring..." and walked away to torment another poor creature.

Harry mentally patted himself on the back for getting rid of the brat.

"Sorry about him." He said, turning back to the snake.

"It must get pretty irritating in there day after day, people coming by and doing nothing but trying to disturb you to see if you'd do something interesting." Harry wasn't expecting to get a response back to his rambling.

"It does... but you soon get use to I after a while."

Harry nodded, trying to find something else to say, to a snake no less.

"Where do you come from?"

The snake answered by jabbing his tail in the direction of his info plate on the wall next to the exhibit.

Boa Constrictor, Brazil

Harry smiled.

"Was it nice there?" He asked, but the snake pointed at the plate again.

Bred in Captivity

"Oh"

Suddenly he was pushed onto the ground, and the annoying voice of his cousin filled his ears.

"MOM, DAD! COME QUICK! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT THIS SNAKE IS DOING!"

Harry looked up, and he now full on glared at Dudley, resentment filling his being just thinking about him...

Then glass that held up the Dudley suddenly disappeared! Losing his balance, Dudley shouted helplessly as he fell forward into the exhibit.

Harry could only stare in shock as his cousin fell into the exhibit, and the Boa, slithering out of it and onto the floor next to him. The boy could have sworn the snake grinned at him before saying.

"Thankssss."

"Anytime." Harry replied, still in shock as the snake began to slither towards the exit, playfully nipping at people's ankles sending them into fits of shouts and screams.

Harry looked back to the exhibit, and to his humor, the glass had replaced itself, and Dudley was panicking behind it.

'-And here we have Dudley Dursley: A fat, whiny cow.' Harry thought, and he couldn't help but laugh at his cousin's plight.

Unfortunately... Vernon and Petunia were there too; the scrawny boy gulped as his Uncle glared at him fiercely.

Harry was not looking forward to getting back home...

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3:12 P.M.

Back at the Dursley home Harry knew what was coming as Aunt Petunia took Dudley to his bedroom to calm the hysterical boy who swore the snake was just about to eat him, and that Harry was talking to it, edging it on to eat him...

Harry had never seen his Uncle so livid!

A great feeling of dread filled the boy as he quietly tried to inconspicuously get to his cupboard… But Vernon would have none of that.

Just as Harry got his hand on the small door knob, he felt a hand harshly grab his unruly black hair and painfully yank on it. His eyes screwed shut pain, and from knowing what was coming…

"I KNOW you had something to do with that boy!" Vernon yelled at him, and another hand came up and slapped the fear filled boy.

"It just disappeared! I had nothing to do with it! First it was there then it was gone! It was like magic!"

Harry knew instantly he had made a mistake... a fist made contact into his stomach making the boy loose all of the air he had in his lungs. Fits of coughs and splutters came from him as he tried to deal with the pain, and get air back into his lungs...

"THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS MAGIC!" Vernon screamed at him, another slap.

Harry had tears streaming down his face as he gritted his teeth, trying not to yell out, it would only make matters worse.

He was released, and Harry fell to the ground, he hoped it was the end of it. But instantly knew it wasn't when he heard metal clink together-

Vernon was getting his belt.

It took every ounce of will power Harry had to not try and crawl away; it would lead to just more lashings.

"This should teach you, boy!" He growled out, and the first lash came down and whipped him in the face, creating a large cut on his cheek, he cried out from the pain.

He felt Vernon grab his shirt and rip it off, and then fling him to the floor on his stomach, Harry knew it would be fruitless to try and get up. Another lash, this time on his back, and Harry gritted his teeth as he felt cold metal dig into his back like a blunt knife. Vernon was using the buckle this time. He felt his skin break as another lash came down on his back, Harry let out a small whimper as he felt the warm substance of his own blood began to ooze out of his wounds.

The lashings went on for a few more minutes, each one more painful than the last.

It seemed like an eternity though to Harry before the lashings stopped, and he was pulled to his feet, and shoved into his cupboard, and heard the lock slid into place. His Uncle spat out some harsh words and said once again:

"There's no such THING as MAGIC!"

Harry listened for Vernon's footsteps to fade away before he turned on the small light in his cupboard, and then proceeded to dig through some junk in a corner of the small room, before finding what he was looking for. Pulling out a white, metal box from the pile, he took the old first-aid kit that had long since been forgotten in cupboard to his cot. Harry had used this since he could remember, and would stock up on what he needed in it by taking some small amounts of bandages, and a healing cream that the Dursely's thought they had misplaced.

It hurt to move, each muscle on his back felt like they were on fire, but he had to clean the wounds or they would become infected.

Getting out a alcohol pad from the old metal box, Harry looked into a small mirror above his cot to see the extent of the injury's, and flinched at the sight of fresh slashes and welts over old ones of other times. Straining his neck to watch what he was doing, he began to clean the wounds. He gritted his teeth shut so he wouldn't utter a sound from the pain the alcohol made. No need for Vernon to know he 'stole' from them to get the items to clean and dress the wounds from his beatings...

Throwing the blood drenched alcohol pad into a plastic bag near his cot when he was done, before getting out a large roll of gauze and the healing cream, putting the latter on first with great care; then wrapping his torso in the gauze, and leaving the gashes on his upper back, where he couldn't reach properly, alone. No need to make it worse by trying to bandage it up unsuccessfully.

He left the gash on his right cheek alone. Vernon would be suspicious if the wound looked clean and was healing properly.

Throwing on another one of Dudley's old shirts, Harry was grateful for their bagginess. This way, no one would know the gauze was underneath. Nodding at his work, and knowing there was no way he was getting out of the cupboard today; Harry went to his cot to get some rest. Not knowing that tomorrow, he'd be receiving a certain letter…

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There you go... I mixed the book and the movie for the snake scene, and for everything else, and then added my own twist to things.

Now, R&R and tell me what you think, please!