Unravel (harry potter.)

Harry's House

࿐ ࿐ ࿐ ࿐ ࿐

Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.

~Poppy Z.Brite

(Second year summer)

࿐ ࿐ ࿐ ࿐ ࿐

Harry lay spread across the cupboard with knees slightly bent. Due to the growth, he's had these past few months, he hasn't been able to sit properly or lay down which seemed to cause trouble in his sleep. As if it weren't enough, The return to the Dursley's abode after the second year of Hogwarts had brought him back to their reality. Back to their nauseating wallpaper and shrieks.

What applied to Dudley never applied to Harry, his life had been a series of work looping through the day over and over countless hours spent making breakfast, cleaning the living room, then the bedrooms, hallways, bathrooms, lunch, beaten, dinner, beaten.

Rinse and fucking repeat.

It had been good for him to finally get away though for a reason he hadn't dared to utter once, his friends. The guilt he carried along with his relief was heavy, he knew he felt exhausted from their bursting-with-energy attitude at all times. Ready to jump on any new "adventure" to suffice their curiosity.

Despite his similar curiosity about the world, Harry deemed himself unfit to willingly continue to throw himself at three-headed dogs and basilisks. Heavy things occupied the depths of his brain, wracking him apart piece by piece too busy to even acknowledge the damage he's faced the last two years.

He felt nothing but the rush of blood rise up his mind when he thinks of the ever-approaching third year and what it would bring. Pushing his palm down on his beaten mattress, Harry hunched to a sitting position as his name was called, more accurately, violently screeched.

Crawling out the door he was faced with Vernon Dursley. A whale with no significant trajectory in life except for his boring day job at a soul-sucking company, so he drowns himself in alcohol and fried food. (and drowns Harry's head in the sink too..)

Dragging the soon to turn 13 boy by the collar of Dudley's beaten shirt, he threw him into the kitchen, a room most horrors took place. Vernon would often get famished after throwing and beating Harry around to oblivion, which is why he resorted to beating him in the kitchen, making it easier to access both the things he liked the most; food and hurting Harry.

Harry understood what was to come, as much as he didn't want to admit it,  he had become immune to the pain. He'd approach anguish with an empty head that made it easier to tolerate the punches being thrown. A lock of hair was dragged up to face Vernon's pudge-like face, Vernon shouted about the food but to Harry the screams had become incoherent as the room spun in circles.

Vernon shook his limp figure shouting none sense once more, before slamming down Harry's head to the tiled floors, tainting the crevices with his blood.

Harry also hated to admit he enjoyed seeing the stars form, as he slips in and out of consciousness. It meant good hours of sleep, something he rarely got anymore. His vision was clouded with blood and silent tears, with his face still pushed sideways onto the floor, his bloody lips parted sighing slightly as he slipped into the dark;

A peaceful unconsciousness he called home.

-

Beyond the muggle world, Severus sat in the armchair of his office with one hand skimming through the daily prophet and the other holding a cup of coffee that had gone cold. As he passed through the pages a knock was heard.

Severus and the entirety of the professors (besides the new DADA professor) were required to arrive earlier than usual to rearrange their belongings back to their quarters, ready the topics of the year and welcome the company of a new professor.

Coming to his feet, Severus glided through the cold floors of his office and swung the door open revealing Albus Dumbledore sporting a dopey smile in his new lavender robe.

"Good day for a walk Severus?" He croaked, peaking into Snapes' office, "I do hope I have not interrupted you from your cold coffee, yes?"

"No. What would you like to discuss?" Snape's replied, his monotone eyes prodding into Dumbledore's pale eyes.

"Can't a headmaster simply take a walk with a professor?"

Snapes' eyes never once tore away from Dumbledore's eyes as he shut the door and began walking ahead of him. Albus strolled behind him taking in the scenery as if he hasn't roamed around the school walls most of his life.

Severus came to a halting stop as they neared the great hall and swiftly turned to face the headmaster, who was still several feet away from him. Snape huffed impatiently watching Albus observe the light that spilled through the windows and the green courtyard beneath them. It was a very rare sight to see in Hogwarts, that only appeared during the quiet days of summer when children weren't scattered in the halls.

"Lovely weather, yes?" Albus murmured, as Snape edged closer to where he stood and winced at the strong rays of light.

"Yes, now if only you would tell me what it is you want from me."

They both stared out the window letting the light of the sun slightly burn their eyes, basking in the last drops of warmth summer had to offer.

"Of course, you'd want to understand, It's Harry." Dumbledore turned to face Snape his eyes twinkling in the sun, "I have a premonition, my boy. The blood wards are weakening. however, the only way they would weaken was if Harry was no longer present in the Dursely's or if Petunia had denounced Harry from being welcome into their homes."

Snapes' mouth stretched to a thin line as he heard him speak, Potter. A name that stirred a riot in him, he hadn't been able to tolerate the boy one bit through the past two years. So why now, has Dumbledore decided to confide in Snape to inform him of his life?

"Severus, I wish for you to visit him-"

"I won't do it, Albus."

"My boy, I urge you to check on him after all, he is Lily's son."

"No Albus I Ca-"

"I beg of you, Severus," Albus said somberly staring into Severus.

His breath hitched as he turned to stare at Dumbledore, a man that he had looked up to, a man that had saved his life and was wiser than he could ever be, begged for his assistance. His face softened and he turned to stare at the wall adjacent to them avoiding Dumbledore's piercing gaze.

Crossing his arms tightly, Snape could only muster a weak nod as he stared at the wall contemplating what Dumbledore had said, no, Begged him to do. Dumbledore's face cracked to a weak smile before squeezing Severus's shoulder.

"Wonderful my boy, thank you for understanding."

Snape couldn't reply verbally resorting to another curt nod.

"August 4, in a week's time Severus, visit him. I suggest we don't alert the Durselys if he is in some way hurt. If you deem that he is unsafe, I wish for you to return him to Hogwarts to spend the rest of his summer."

Slipping his hands from the firm grip on Snapes' shoulder, Dumbledore walked through the open halls humming a muggle tune. Snape couldn't help but sneer at Dumbledore's antics, before striding quickly through the hallways and stares, returning to his office.

࿐ ࿐ ࿐ ࿐ ࿐

1312 words

I got super worked up on the un-updated 2017 writing, so I had to have a go at it. I have no clue if blood wards work that way, I've done a bit of research but I'm still unsure-

Tell me ur thoughts?