Forbidden Love Story (Drarry)

Becoming The Boy Who Lived.

Harry Potter was born on the 31st of July, 1981. He was the son to a Pureblood Wizard, James Potter and Muggleborn Witch, Lily Potter also known as Lily Evans when Harry was just over a year old the biggest night of his life had came ahead of him when Lord Voldemort also known as Tom Riddle came to destroy the happy family with only the young baby living through the ordeal. Voldemort ended up living as well but not in a good or healthy way. Harry had heard his father die but what was worse than that was watching his mother die as it happened right in front of his crib. Harry Potter didn't know how bad his life was going to turn out within the next few years before the boy would be recused by his own Aunt and Uncles house, abused badly. 

He was being held by Hagrid as he was using Sirius Black's Motorbike which he didn't know why Sirius or Padfoot as Harry knew him at that time wasn't taking him with him. Harry didn't want to go with Hagrid to his doom, he wanted to go with Sirius but soon enough Harry had fallen asleep. The next thing Harry really remembered was waking up to the shrill scream of some woman as he noticed that he was on her stairs. He didn't really understand why the woman was screaming at him or why she was looking like a horse but he couldn't really ask her because he didn't know how to really speak yet. 

Over the first week at being with the Dursley's under their roof he knew that his life with them wasn't going to be a good or a happy one. He was in trouble from the minute they agreed to help him, to take him in with the 'Goodness of their hearts' it was terrible for Little Harry who happened to be yelled at or having things thrown at him for the most littlest things but the worst thing about living with the Dursley's was living under the stairs and having to learn how to clean from an early age since they expected him to clean the house.

Over the three years that Harry had been there so far he had gotten many injuries some to his body but most to his head because of the things that had banged against his head or the things that they through at him hitting him in the head. Harry didn't know that he was a wizard not until a man came to check on Harry. Harry had been outside working on the garden at the front yard when he saw a young male, with hallow skin, deep black eyes that looked sad and greasy black hair but he looked at the man with his own green eyes as he still was covered in cuts and bruises that he was given by the Dursley's for speaking out of term and not finishing his house work and wetting the bed. He wasn't use to the abuse but he didn't know if people ever got use to being abused. 

Harry had watched as the man walked towards him and spoke to him. "Harry?" He asked as he bent in front of the small boy with Jet Black hair, which he had gotten from James, Harry did look very much like James Potter but he had his mothers bright green eyes that Severus Snape had always loved. He loved Lily very much. He was still bent in front of Harry looking at all his injuries, looking at the clothes that were nearly four times too big for the boy as he looked angry before hiding it well. "Yes, I'm Harry, but they call me freak mostly." He said with a sad smile as he watched the man pick him up and head into the house. Harry knew he was in trouble when the Dursley's found out he didn't finish his garden or he thought he would be in trouble but the sooner he listened to what this man wanted the better or so he thought. Harry looked at the man with a soft but confused expression forming over his face as he listened to Severus talking or more like yelling at the Dursley's for the way they were treating the young boy who had seemed to tugged at Severus Snape's heart who would have thought.

He looked at the older man as he spoke with the Dursley's. "Don't you have any shame? Don't you know what yelling or abusing a magical child could do? Don't you know what it could do to hurt an Elf like Wizard. You wont just be facing the ministry, you will be facing ELVES WHO TAKE IT VERY SERIOUSLY WHEN ONE OF THEM ARE ABUSED." He said as he raised his voice at the Dursley's before turning and looking at Harry. "Did you want to pack anything, I'm taking you with me." He said softly as he looked at Harry who ran to the Cupboard under the stairs which Severus didn't understand why, but he also saw the boy coming out with his blanket that he had since he was a baby. Severus was blinded with rage but he picked up the young boy in his arms as he walked outside with the young child in his arms. 

Soon Severus had left the Dursley's and headed back to his own house where the Malfoy's had been waiting for him as he explained that Harry Potter was being abused by his family. Harry looked at the young blonde boy and smiled. "Are we friends?" He asked as he tilted his head with a soft smile but he was still healing from a black eye and the cuts that he had gotten from his uncle for wetting the bed the other night. He looked up at Severus and smiled. "Can I sit on the couch?" He asked not knowing if he was allowed to or not since he wasn't allowed at the other house but he saw Severus and the Malfoy's looking murderous before Severus bent down to his height. "You are allowed anywhere in this house apart from the basement unless I'm with you, do you understand?" He asked as Harry nodded his head. "Yes sir." He said as he knew he was going to like the new house a lot better than the old house but he was still "The Boy Who Lived" To the wizarding world which was coming that was coming. It was like a storm that the boy had to get use to.