O child born with a silver-spoon, what happened to you?

An Unplanned Attempt at Redemption

Drip, drip, drip...

The sweat drops made their way from his forehead onto the grass as soon as they appeared. The torrid heat of the sun was like flames set to his body. His fingers were blistered from the scratches made by the weeds he had been pulling from the garden for what felt like hours.

But this task was nothing for Harry. He found weeding, gardening and painting the fences the best chores as none of his relatives were standing and staring at him like a hawk watching at its prey.

Harry was going to finish his work when all of a sudden he heard the sound of shoes scraping with the grass.

He turned back and saw a tall man who was covered from head to toe with black garments. He had a startled look on his face as if he had been slapped brutally by someone. He had a large hooked nose along with greasy hair, which didn't give off any good feelings about the man. Harry wanted to scream out loud and run far away from the man.
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Petunia Evans Dursley, along with her husband Vernon Dursley, of No. 4, Privet Drive, was proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

Of course, everyone's lives had to be ruined by some sort of parasite.

3 years and 11 months.

This is how long they had been suffering from the freak's presence. Petunia didn't understand why the blood wards ('more like warts', she thought) couldn't be placed on someone else by freakishness? Isn't magic supposed to do everything?

Right now, she was watching the telly with her son. Her heart melted at the sight of her son, her darling Dudders and his blue eyes into which she could get lost...

She was planning on going to the grocery store later with her son and buy him new toys because he was such a sweet boy, he deserved the world.

But she had to check on the freak. Who knew what would happen to her precious garden if it was under the freak's care for too long.

Opening the door to her backyard, she found the freak's back facing her and before him was standing a man all too familiar.
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Severus did not want any of this. He badly wanted to hex himself into the oblivion for entering the Dursley's house.

The boy had turned back to see who had entered the area and looked as if he was going to shout.

He looked too skinny for someone who had led a luxurious life. There were dark circles present under his eyes, the same emerald eyes as Lily. His small nose could barely keep the large, round and broken glasses from falling.

Maybe he had been wrong all along. Maybe Potter's spawn had been-

Before he could finish the train of thought, an all too recognizable woman had made her appearance. Tall neck, facial features similar to a horse wearing a blonde wig, there was no doubt that the woman was Petunia Evans Dursley.

"Pleasure to meet you Tuney," he replied with a sneer on his face.

"You!" Severus swore that had the woman not whispered, the word would have come out as a screech and he would be left to deal with a migraine.

"Boy, get back to your cupboard now," she whispered in a very low tone while bending towards the boy's ear, but not low enough for Severus' perfect hearing.

"Cupboard? You make Potter live in a cupboard?"

Severus couldn't stop himself from growling the sentence out. He saw red before his eyes after hearing the vile sentence. He couldn't believe Petunia did this to her own nephew (he also couldn't believe that he had immersed his mind within a complete lie about the Boy Who Lived).

Petunia's eyes slightly turned wide, she thought that the other freak would not hear her low voice (she had used it all the time in her neighbourhood and no one had suspected her yet).

"Whatever happens in my house is none of your business."

"Potter, pack your things and come with me."
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Happiness was flowing through him like a river.

Maybe this strange man was his long lost relative or family friend. He even knew Aunt Petunia's name! He didn't know who he was calling Potter but Harry thought it clearly meant him because the man kept pointing his eyes at him whenever he said the name. Harry hurriedly nodded so as to not make the man angry with his laziness, which would result into the man not taking him.

Without thinking, his legs moved him towards his cupboard and his hands picked up John, his toy soldier.

He had heard the name in an advertisement from the T.V. when he was in his cupboard and Aunt Marge had come for a visit(the volume she set the T.V. on would have burst his ears open if it had not been for his cupboard).

He was back in front of the man within seconds.

"This is all you have?"

Harry gave a huge nod with his head, glad at the discovery of a person who had come to save him.

The man's sneer turned into an expression which Harry couldn't understand at all. Honestly, the man was so mysterious and cryptic.

"Come along with me." The man turned away and started walking out of the house.

Harry didn't wait and quickened his steps to keep up with the man. He didn't even look back at the house or his Aunt. He didn't want to.

They silently made their way to the nearby park. The silence between them was tense, but it still sort of felt comfortable.

After skidding to a halt, the man seemed to be internally battling a decision all of a sudden. Moments passed. He spoke in a low voice.

"Grab my hand, this is going to be uncomfortable."

The man outstretched his hand. Harry grabbed it and then they, twisted?

Harry couldn't tell what had happened at the moment.