Unravel (harry potter.)

Inconvenienced

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Nothing on earth consumes a man more quickly than the passion of resentment.

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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The door swung back violently as a lanky woman, around her 40s opened the door, her lips stained in red were stretched to a smile that looked more like a grimace, displaying her yellowing teeth.

"Hello, can I help you, sir?" She chirped in a bright tone.

Snape narrowed his eyes at her obnoxious voice, but retorted, "Yes, where is the boy?"

Her eyebrows furrowed revealing countless lines on her forehead, "excuse me, What boy? The only boy here is my son Dudley!"

"What's going on mum?" The pudge of a boy stood behind Petunia staring beyond the door.

Snape took the chance he got when Petunia spread the door to face Dudley. He waltzed into her house, careful to note the blood on the carpet and the boy's shoes. Snape's suspicion was painfully right, the boy had thrown his monstrous figure at Harry more than once.

Trying to fasten his pace, Snape observed the walls and the kitchen up ahead for any sign of other life, but both Vernon and Harry had been gone.

"Excuse me! That is no way to enter a person's home, this is breaking and entering, You could get sent to jail fo-"

Petunia's words had been swallowed quickly at the sight of Snape's wand, she whimpered pulling Dudley quickly behind her back and shutting the door.

"Please no, please I've done nothing to the boy, don't use your freak magic on my son please." She coward at the sight of it being pointed at Dudley's trainers.

"Accio Dudley's shoes."

Dudley, who was behind his mother clutching her washed-out pink sweater in his sweaty hands, squealed like a rowdy pig as he was dragged across to face Snape before being slammed to the ground in an effort for the shoes to escape his feet and onto Snape's grip.

Much to his dismay, Snape held the battered and bloody shoes in his hand; evidence.
Of course, it wasn't required in Magical Court, as they could easily asses their innocence through his memory.

However, Snape was not going to allow any of these low lives to get away with anything they have done, both in the muggle and magical world. So he held tight onto the shoes, keeping them shrunken in his pocket and ventured onto the stairs.

Unbeknownst to him, Harry was locked in the bathroom with Vernon, who held his head down the filled sink, drowning Harry.

"Stupid fucking freak, bringing more freaks into this house, I'll teach you a lesson boy, you don't deserve to breathe." Vernon hissed pushing Harry's face deeper into the water.

Snape strode through the halls, his steps almost completely silent as he observed the rooms in the hallway. 4 rooms, with two on each side facing each other he could only expect that the two were for Dudley and Harry, but in this predicament, he knew not to expect anything.

Multiple locks seemed to adorn the first room as he unlocked all of them he saw a barren room with blood stains on the wood and a shelf of old toys. The Dursley boy's "playroom?" Snape was unsure, but it still left a bitter taste in his mouth. Yes, this evidently had something to do with Harry's Mistreatment.

He walked towards the other room to the left seeing a lavish bedroom, with a mini fridge and shelves of video games, board games and a queen-sized bed. This was a child's room, most likely Dudley's. Snaps narrowed his eyes at the behemoth's poor excuse of a room, it stunk of vinegar chips and body odour.

Snape rolled his eyes making his way towards the room adjacent to Dudley's, The parent's room was filled with family photos and dusty bed covers, it seemed like Petunia didn't know how to properly wash covers, or of the existence of perfume and detergent, which, left Snape unsurprised.

Still, with no luck, the two had to be in the last room. The bathroom was surely where they were, as he inched closer to the door, the lights glowing beneath the door was all he needed to see to know, he put his ear to the door and heard gurgling. Not a good sign, especially in a bathroom...

Snape swung the door open with force, effectively hitting Vernon, who was currently swearing at Harry, who already seemed unconscious, and lay limp in Vernon's grubby arms.

"I'll have you know that I'm friends with a policeman and he can get you arrested for that!" Vernon bellowed clutching the back of his head.

"I'm friends with the entire magical government and they will get you arrested for that." Snape mocked, pointing at Harry.

"You're one of those freaks, ey? Well if I kill him then I'll just kill you too."

Snape sneered, silencing and restraining the mustache monster with his wand before bending down to check the boy's pulse, he was alive, just unconscious thankfully. The brut didn't even have the mental capacity to understand that drowning won't kill unless he's been submerged in water for more than 10 minutes, and Snape was not a wizard who liked to play with his time.

Snape stood up striding to Vernon who was stuck to the wall, he observed his red bulging cheeks stretch as he silently shouted at him. Snape clutched the boy in his arms tightly before leaning in to give them one last scare.

"I have the ability to twist your organs like origami before you can lay your sausage fingers on me or him or even think of doing so." He droned.

That seemed to quiet the man down, his lips quivered and eyes twisted in fear, Snape left striding quickly to gather Harry's things, he shrunk everything and kept them afloat before rushing out the front door. Ignoring the toad of a woman who wailed for her son, who was shaking like an old automobile running on low gas.

He left to his private chambers with the beaten son of the woman he loved in his embrace.

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