Harry Potter One-shots

SevTunia: Maybe Not A Bad Freak?

It was at 11:30pm on the 25th of December 1978, when Petunia heard the knock. She already knew who it was. He had probably come for his sister, even though he hadn't visited in years after their fall out. She would know the reason if she had been there. At Hogwarts. But she had denied the request of her attendance, time and time again. She would not be a freak. Like her sister. Like him. Unfortunately, her sister was out with the stupid Potter boy. He was a good for nothing freak with half the intelligence of a goldfish. Her parents had gone out for the weekend. They normally did at Christmas time. She and Lily had declined to go to their relatives. Her mothers sister was kooky and her husband was a drunk. Her fathers side of the family were too sophisticated and looked down on everything she did. But of course, they loved Lily. Lily was special. Lily was a perfect little freak. If she told them she could do the same, they'd just say she was a show off.

But, back to the knock. For how late it was, she was a little surprised. She stood from her bed, placing her book down on her pillow and made her way down stairs in her black shirt and plain sweatpants, her hair down from her normal bun, now just brushing her shoulder blades. She looked through the peep hole and just saw a lonely figure covered in black, a pale hand covering their face.

Only one person she knew had those pale, shaky, potion-stained hands.

She pulled open the door with a glare.

"What do you want-?" She didn't expect the figure to fall forward and into her body, her arm coming around the steady them. It seemed the only thing keeping him up was the door frame. His skin was freezing to touch, his breath shaky against her shoulder. She had never realise just how tall he was, even to a taller girl like herself. His sneakers were soaked through by the snow.

"Jesus, did you walk all the way here in the snow!?" She cursed under her breath and closed the door behind them. She could feel him mumbling against her shoulder as she dragged him into the living room and practically pushing him down onto the coach. "What the hell are you saying?" She snapped, brushing the hair out of his face with a huff. His hair was as greasy as usual.

"I-I'm sorry...I c-couldn't think of anywhere e-else-" He stopped for a moment to hack up a cough.

"Hey, hey, take it easy, I don't want you dying on my couch. You'd leave a nasty smell with your potions." Petunia said in annoyance as she patted his back. He didn't speak for a moment, simply trembling with a hand over his eyes. She didn't think he'd cry, but then again, she didn't know the guy extremely well besides from a few times he'd come over for Lily and ended up with a cup of coffee and a glaring Petunia who never said a word unless she was insulting him.

"What happened?" She sighed, standing up and heading to the kitchen just next door to the living room. She felt like a cup of tea, and it looked like Severus needed a warm drink.

"Nothing to concern yourself with...I just made a small mistake, that's all." She heard him say, footsteps coming closer to the kitchen. She found him holding onto the frame of the entrance, staggering into a dining room chair.

"What? You piss off you dad?" She rose an eyebrow, flicking on the kettle.

"Ha...I wish..." Severus muttered.

"Who'd you piss off then? Get into a fight?" She asked once she noticed the bruise on his jaw and the way he rubbed his forearm. Slowly and softly, as if he was scared to press against it.

"No. A fight is when you argue with someone and throw hits...More like I disrespected someone who had no problem with using dark magic to hurt me." Severus chuckled darkly. She sighed as she poured her water into her cup.

"Still like your coffee bitter like yourself?" She teased lightly.

"Well, if I had a teaspoon of sugar, people would start to think I'm sweet. So no thanks Petunia." Severus said sarcastically.