So Many Secrets.

Prologue

A/N: This book will have triggering themes such as depression, suicidal ideation, self harm, suicide attempt, ect.. Please do not read if any of these could possibly trigger you in any way. Do not start self harming based off what is said in this book. Self harm is not and never will be the answer. Trust me.
This is not snarry in any way. This is a Severitus story. Please do not associate this book with snarry, it makes me super uncomfortable, seeing that Harry is eleven/twelve and Severus is thirty-one/two. If you like snarry that is perfectly fine as long as they are consenting adults.

October 31st, 1981

"Oh, calm down, Minerva," Dumbledore said calmly. He had just arrived at Number Four, Private Drive, to drop the bundle he was carrying off, and his colleague was making it very difficult.

"I will not calm down! Sirius Black's just been arrested! And you know damn well it was Pettigrew!"

"Minerva, I will get him a trial-"

"His parents just died, Albus!" Minerva, a tall, thin which exclaimed. Her hair, which was usually drawn back into a very tight bun, was loose, strands falling around her face. "All these Muggles will do is abuse him, Albus! That boy is two years old, and today I saw him beating up a cat! A cat, Albus, a damn cat! And his father smiled at him!!"

"He's just a boy, Minerva. He probably got a stern talking to and a few swats-"

"He didn't get anything! He got a damn ice cream, Albus!"

Dumbledore let out a sigh as the small baby he was holding started crying, Hagrid soon starting to as well.

"Yeh can' let 'im live 'ere, Albus! N-Not if 'e's gonna ge' abused!"

"He will not be abused, Rubeus, calm yourself! I want you to take that bike and fly back to Hogwarts!"

"But-"

"Now!" Dumbledore turned to the witch as Hagrid left (after downing a firewhisky or two). "While these people may not like magic, this is the best place for Harry. The blood wards will protect him, no doubt Death Eaters will try and kill him-"

"Albus, what are you going to do if he is abused! What if he grows to be suicidal, or worse!? What will you do then! Even Severus agrees he should not be here, and he hated James! What will you do if Harry does get abused and you have to face Severus!? He will not take you lying to us all lightly!!"

"Oh, Minerva, come now-"

"No! Shut your stupid lemon drop sucking always flapping mouth, you stupid toerag! I will not let you risk the wellbeing of this child just for a war that is not happening yet!"

"Well, then I guess it is a good thing you are not his magical guardian."

"These Muggles are the worse kind!"

"He will be safe here! I know he will... When have I been wrong before?" Dumbledore asked. He very carefully wrapped the baby tighter in the blanket that was loosely covering him. "Harry Potter... Your mum and dad love you very much, my boy. Very much. You will be safe here, and you will do wonderful things..."

He set the baby next to the front door and looked at Minerva. "We best be going. There is a witch in this area who will keep an eye on him for us."

He rang the doorbell, waking the entire Dursley family, and left Harry Potter alone in the cold, October weather.

Harry was dumped on a sofa and woken by screaming and shouting the next morning after being in the cold for hours. A rather fat two year old was laughing as he cried, he even punched him once. There was a woman, stick thin with a very long neck and thin lips, and when he cried out 'MAMA!!', she had slapped him.

All while this was going on, the boy had no idea witches and wizards were gathering at pubs, bars, restaurants, you name it, toasting quietly,

"To Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived!"