Unravel (harry potter.)

August 4

࿐ ࿐ ࿐ ࿐ ࿐

What you see and what you hear depends a great deal on where you are standing. It also depends on what sort of person you are.

~C.S. Lewis, The Magician's Nephew

Tw: abuse/violence

࿐ ࿐ ࿐ ࿐ ࿐

The wind howled on the morning of August 4, Snape stood on the pavement gazing upon No. 4 Privet Drive. He somehow didn't have it in him to see the wretched boy again, even worse that it was before school had even begun.

The home itself was quite humble, with beautiful flowers planted and plastered almost everywhere, between the daisies, jasmines and bluebells was a singular lily far off from the sunlight in a corner, almost as if it weren't meant to be.

Lily.

A pang surfaced in Snape's heart sending waves through him as if it were a ripple effect. Snape considered dismissing the place altogether just from the sheer beauty of the garden. Of course, Potter would have a lovely garden, probably a lovely home, with a lovely aunt and uncle. Snakes face turned sour at the thought as he washed away his grief with the thought of how utterly useless his visit must have been.

Grumbling to himself, Snape managed to step up onto the porch, ready to get the pointless evaluation over with, a muffled bang of something was heard immediately raising Snape's suspicions. He stepped cautiously off the steps making sure not to flatten the flowers and looked through the pristine windows.

Potter stood back flat against the wall, he looked small, small enough to be unnoticed. Potter had pondered the idea of wearing the invisibility cloak and running off, away where no one could get to him, but the thought of Vernon chasing after him made his stomach twist and knees tremble. Snape, much to his pleasure, could only see the Gryffindor cower beneath another man.

He was currently squeezing his eyes shut, his head facing the left to the window as he clutched onto a rag for dear life. Vernon's shadow swallowed him whole as he towered above his slim frame. Spitting insults and fallacies onto his face that had been muffled, due to the walls. Despite this outburst, Snape couldn't help but try to rationalize the Potters caretaker's actions, he couldn't blame him, surely Potter had done something to finally deserve a good reprimanding.

However, Vernon's Large fingers insinuated something more than just a reprimanding, gripping around Harry's boney arms till they turned red, before slamming him onto the wall.

"Look at me Boy."

Snape could only hear a few muffled voices and could only judge by the reactions. Potter had resorted to furrowing his eyebrows and shutting himself down as much as he possibly could. He had never seen the boy in such a subdued state of obedience, observing Vernon's fingers digging into Harry's arm making them bleed. Snape furrowed his eyebrows, unable to move.

"LOOK AT ME WHEN I SPEAK, LOOK AT ME." Vernon Bellowed his voice rang clearly through the house as he rammed harry into the wall.

Snape's eyes darted at the scene, his fingers gripped the windowsill in shock. The impact had made Potter gasp for air, cracking his eyes open in fear as if he'd been shaken from a nightmare, before he could register what had happened Vernon had a grip on his face and kicked Harry's stomach, which had completely winded him.

He fell to the floor on all fours before Vernon kicked him down from his back, The encounter had only begun because Potter forgot to clean and shine Aunt Petunia's prized China collection. Not bothering to fight back, Potter lay helpless on his stomach.

However, Snape had no knowledge of what was happening anymore when Vernon and Potter's figure was out of the window's view. He held the side of his head up to the window to hear for anything.

CRACK.

Snape pushed back quickly to look at what had happened, he saw a boy around Potter's age jump onto something or someone he could only assume was Potter's back, for times more than he could count. Before a blood-curdling scream could emerge, Vernon pushed aside the boy Before crouching down away from Snape's viewpoint once again.

"After all I have done for you....I'll give you something you won't forget," Vernon growled before slamming Potter's head to the carpet till his face was nothing but a mere memory, all that remained was blood and his scattered wounds.

Potter had succumbed to what was coming, he couldn't bring himself to ask for mercy, nor would he ever crack in front of Vernon, he wouldn't give him the pleasure. All he could do was stare at the floor. A surge of anger fueled Vernon when he saw his blank stare with tears threatening to spill, but never had.

He snatched the plates and slammed them onto the back of his head, the sound of a shattering plate was all that Severus could hear after the fight, more like attack had moved away from the window. The house went silent; the deadly kind.

The shattering plates seemed to awaken something in him as if the thought of Harry Potter as a person in his mind had been shattered as well. This was not a life he'd expected, far away from any of his expectations.

Snape gulped thickly pushing away the growing  lump on his throat, before scattering back to the door pushing the bell. A chime alerted the Dursleys that someone had seen what had just gone down, He heard loud shuffles and the sound of dragging.

Snape, who was planted in his place, searched the depths of his brain for an answer, but had no idea of how to go about saving the Potter boy.
All he knew, had just been shattered along with the expensive China Plates on the carpeted floors of the Dursleys. He did however, know one thing about this place Dumbledore had thrown Potter in.

This was not Harry's home but rather a hell to him.

࿐ ࿐ ࿐ ࿐ ࿐

1005 words

hi! Sorry for not updating got hit with a terrible flu, mentor snape is on his way don't u worry 🙏 It'll take time and patience tho!!