Viridian

~Chapter 2~

Severus was frozen with shock and he hadn't even watched the full memory. He had a feeling he knew what Vernon was going to do to the boy, but he didn't want to assume anything.

He will ask Minerva and no matter what her answer is, he will get the boy out of that household, whether Albus Dumbledore wants it or not.

After his moment of shock, Severus realised that Minerva was still holding on to him. Slowly he wrapped his arms around her and cradled her until she was calm. Once she was calm Severus guided her to a chair. Now was his chance to ask.

"Minerva, I must know. I left before the memory ended. Did he do what I think he did?" He spoke in a whisper. He didn't need the other head of houses to hear him.

If one wasn't looking they never would have noticed the miniscule nod from Minerva.

Severus felt absolutely sick, knowing that a fully grown man would touch a child in such an inappropriate way that Vernon did.

"The boy must be moved." Severus spun and spoke to the headmaster. "Either you will go an retrieve the boy, or I will."

"Why must he be moved Severus? The blood wards are to be keeping him safe." Madam Pompfrey spoke for the first time. "Are they not working?"

Severus wanted to explode. He wanted to scream. Of course the wards weren't working! Why did no one understand that.

"The blood wards are ridiculous!" He yelled. "They are doing absolutely nothing. The boy isn't safe." He finished quietly.

The blood wards were dumb in Severus' eyes. They are supposed to keep the boy safe with his mothers love. From wizards. They are supposed to be keeping him safe from wizards. Not his muggle family.

The fact that Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of the time, put Harry Potter into an abusive household, was beyond what Severus could comprehend.

If Dumbledore wanted Harry to kill the dark lord, than the boy must be alive to do so! You cant have a deceased boy kill a man.

"I will only repeat myself once more Albus." Severus spoke lowly. "Either you retrieve the boy.. or I WILL." The man roared.

He stood there watching all the other teachers turn their heads, to avoid eye contact. Not even the headmaster was looking at him. Dumbledore's eyes were trained on the perch the Fawkes sat upon.

Severus had already began planning in his head how he was going to remove the boy.

He wanted to do it in the quickest, kindest way possible. But after seeing those memories and seeing how the muggles acted, he knew it was going to be a challenge.

And after he removed the boy, where would he stay? He wouldn't be able to stay with any of the professors, as they have classes to teach. Of course he couldn't stay with Black, seeing as he is in Azkaban. And the werewolf was the dumbest idea, because he was obviously unable to care for a child.

There is always....

"Severus1"

He was pulled from the thought he didn't know he was lost in.

"What is it Pomona?" Severus gave an exasperated sigh.

"What does it mean by 'The worst one yet'?" Pomona Sprout spoke softly, looking at the last vile. All eyes turned to Severus. Clearly everyone wanted to know the answer to that question.

"That is not something you need to know, Pomona." Severus said roughly, on the verge of a growl. None of the teachers needed to know, because, none of them wanted to make it their problem. "It is something you need to know though." Severus growled turning towards Dumbledore.