[Just a heads up, the rewrite is vastly different from the original because the time in which I wanted Harry to get out of the Dursley household are well, different lmao]
[the only change I've made with the fic is the spacing and fixing up some spelling errors. Other than that, I don't think I've made any other changes]
[More about the story, the first write was more focused on severus being worried (ooc unfortunately) and therefore searching for Harry after learning he had been put in the Dursley's care]
[the second one happens quite later, if the first write with Severus looking for Harry had never happened and making it less ooc ig?][Essentially, it's more of its own separate stories now, but what I wanted in it is still basically the same-ish so I'm keeping them together.]
[Chapter III also isn't finished in the first write, but the rewrite is complete. Additionally there aren't any Chapter IVs so I might just start writing again to complete the story, who knows?]
[There is also the likely factor that I will write more than one version of the story, since it's just what I do lmao]
[Alright, I should stop typing, if I don't, I would most likely make this all in a separate chapter lol]
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• Original ChapterII •
The sharp smell of blood iron drifted towards a tall man with onyx black eyes as he stood displeased by the rudeness of the whale-like man in front of him.
Ignoring the man's sputtering and flailing arms, the man stepped right past Mr. Dursley and into the house."Where is Potter?" he asked, his eyes narrowed as he glanced around.
In front of him led him to the dining room, the left had pictures of the family but with no sign of Potter on them, and on the right was stairs with a small cupboard.
Furrowing his brows in confusion, the smell became stronger as he steped towards the stairs."Who are you filth-"
The walrus man was shut with a simple wave from his hand. Before he could cast anything else,
"Whats going on here?!" a thin sticky figure screeched as she walked out of what he assumed to be the kitchen by the pan in her hand."Petunia." He sneered at her.
Why had the Dumbledore sent the boy here? He surely must knew that the hag hated magic.The woman narrowed her eyes at the man and gasped, then she narrowed her eyes again.
"Y- You! You little freak! You should have been beaten till your frea-" she screamed at him, but yet before she finished she was meet with the same fate as her husband.The man's ice cold black eyes stared at both of the horrid creatures, shifting through their memories as quickly as possible. Bits and pieces were of their 'Lovely Dudley Dudykins' flew by and Potter seemed to not exist. Before he could look through any of the darker memories, the smell of iron came again, only a bit stronger.
He'll investigate the smell later Severus decided, after finding Potter. Obliviating the two, he knocked them out and placed them back where they were. There was still no sign of the boy, and it was as if he never lived here.
He headed towards the dining room first. On the right seemed to be a kitchen. It seemed way too clean for someone like the hag to be in. On the left was the living room. It was also kept way too neat for the family that lived here. He narrowed his eyes and returned to the front of the house.
No sign of Potter yet, and the smell was getting more unbearable. Moving upstairs, he reached four bedrooms and a bathroom. On the right was the bathroom, a 'Dudley's room' & 'Dudley's 2nd room', as noted by signs. In the first room, it was a boy's bedroom, on with many newest toys. There were also many games and a tv within the room.
In the second room, it was filled with broken items, most of them being toys/games. This room looked as it was rarely used, yet he could notice the hidden little snacks and a clean well kept area hidden amongst the damaged toys.

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