A Dream Becomes Reality

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter but if I did I’d put a hell of a lot more smut in it! well…. Obviously!

Authors Notes: *depressed sigh* I have a total writers block for allllll my stories… the only way I got through this was...well… I’m not sure how I was able to make it through this chapter; it’s just a miracle that it’s finally fucking over!
And holy fuck…. It’s my second chapter in this story so…. Yay!


IMORTANT note: Yeeeessssssssss there will be smut in this story, and blood on someone’s hands… thought I’d let you know ^_^


Chapter Two

Secret plans and bloody hands.

When Severus entered his bedroom he found not one but two letters waiting for him on his bed. He lifted one which was from Hogwarts, sighing to himself; Severus assumed it was from Dumbledore to explain in further detail what his mission is. His eyes turned to the other letter, the unmarked letter that was simply folded and not in an envelope. He sighed to himself and moved to his mahogany desk and took a seat, placing both the letters before him, lighting a few candles to read them better. Severus reached for the letter from Harry and shivered, instead grabbing the letter from Albus with a growl.
“I’m a death eater and the most feared professor at Hogwarts… and yet I have a crush on not only a student but Harry fucking Potter…” once Severus realized what he said he quickly shook his head. “Not a crush, something near that, just a physical attraction. It’s perfectly normal for a man to be physically attracted to someone…” and once Severus realized he was talking to himself he quickly opened the letter and began to read quietly to himself.

Severus,

I’m sure you want more information on the matter so I took the liberty of writing this before you went to my office. Had you refused you would not be reading this, however, sense you are, here are the answers to your questions.

Harry is like a Grandson to me and it pains me dearly that I cannot do anything for him but ours laws cannot be broken. All you have to do is clothe him, feed him and shelter him… he may need emotional support that I’m sure you can help with…. you need to spend sometime with another human being, honestly Severus you’re turning into a hermit. I know you enjoy your privacy but this is the only way we can get Harry out of there without Voldemort knowing the wiser.

Try to be nice to Harry, I know you hated James and Harry is James’ son, but that doesn’t mean that Harry is James himself. He’s had some rough times and this is his last time so please make it enjoyable for him. He can stay in that nice guest room of yours and return with you to school. (A trip to the leaky cauldron might be in order)

As for Voldemort, he will most likely find out about this from Lucius, you may tell him what you want. Personally I think he’ll be more then happy to hear about my orders… I’m sure Mr. Tom Riddle will be splendid that one of his death eaters will be in close range to Harry, but inform me immediately if otherwise.

Albus Dumbledore


Severus dropped the letter and shook his head, that man is creepy in his own way. His black eyes burning a whole into the other letter until he finally picked it up, a shiver running up his spine.
“What the fuck is wrong with me… it’s a damn letter that I’m getting goose bumps over… I’m not really bonded to Harry I’m only going to act it… and I don’t like the idea one bit!” Severus said in a growl, the words not convincing him one bit. Even though he was scowling at the letter he opened the letter.

Severus,

It’s hard for me to call you by your first name… but I might as well sense this is the first time I’ve written you. I wanted to apologize for my father and his friends, I believe that’s the reason you hate me so much… at least that’s the reason that I think you hate me over. What they did was immature and stupid; please forgive my family name… Then maybe we can be friends.

HP


Severus slowly slides into his chair and reread the letter, and exasperated sigh escaping his lips. He folded the paper and set it silently on the desk, he hand clutched the arm of the chair, his eyes however didn’t move from the letter. His eyes darkened at the memory of James… the thought of forgiving him was far from his mind as he sat in the shadows of his room, thinking about the past and present.

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Petunia Dursleys paced her living room, her hands rubbing together in a nervous manner. She paused only long enough to look at the cupboard door before resuming her manic steps. It had been 30 minutes since Vernon got home and blew up, she heard the loud thud come from upstairs and could have only guessed it was Potter hitting the floor, after all it was a sound she recognized all too well. The thing that she was worried about was that Vernon all but dragged Harry down the stairs and threw him into the cupboard, that wouldn’t have bothered her as much as the fact that Vernon went in with him. She sighed and scratched the back of her neck, the silence irritating her. She wanted nothing more then to swing the cupboard door open and make sure that freak of nature didn’t do anything to her husband. Dudley was playing his play station, happily blowing ships up, oblivious at the fact his father was alone with a freak, she only hoped Vernon gave that boy what was coming to him.
Vernon was smiling brightly to himself as he stepped out of the cupboard and closed the door behind himself, remembering to lock it. Petunia rushed to hug him but once she saw the blood on his arms and clothes she took a step back with her nose wrinkled.
“Don’t worry dear, everything’s fine.” Vernon said with a small chuckle.
“Did he do anything…. unnatural?” Petunia said with a look of disgust.
“No dear… I made sure of that… trust me dear; we won’t have to worry about him bothering us again!” Petunia gasped at that
“d-did you?...” She asked
“No dear I didn’t kill him… but he won’t bother us! How about this…. I’ll go wash myself and Dudley and you can make some tea and cookies to celebrate!” Vernon whistled ily ily up the stairs and into the bathroom for a shower, the smell of blood not bothering him one bit. Petunia was in lighter spirits as well as she started to make tea, Dudley setting the table.
“Mommy… why’s dad so happy?” he asked after a few moments of silence.
“Well my Duddkins, Your father made sure that Potter won’t ever bother us.” Said Petunia humming to herself as she went to fetch the teabags.
“How’d he do that?” asked Dudley, watching his mother with a funny look. Petunia in turn spun around to look Dudley over.
“…….My baby boy…. You know your father would NEVER hurt you right?” once Dudley nodded Petunia continued with a smile. “Well your daddy physically put that freak in his place.” Petunia turned and started boiling water. Dudley loved his father but swallowed hard, the blood he saw on his dads hands made him want to through up. He stared at the cupboard for a few moments, shivering at the pure silence coming from it before setting the teacups on the table.
Vernon came down in fresh clothes, him still being in a good mood as he pulled his wife close and kissed her softly. “Tea ready?” She nodded and giggled softly. Vernon winked and sat down at the table across from Dudley. “It’s extremely late dear, why are you awake?”
“Mum and I wanted to wait up for you.” Dudley looked his father’s hands over from where he sat his voice quiet. Petunia poured them their tea and took a seat with her family, ta a b a bite out of a warm biscuit.
“Dad… can I ask you something?” Dudley asked quietly, his eyes on his teacup.
“What is it son?” Vernon said while pouring cream in his tea.
“I was umm… wondering… did you hurt Potter really bad?” Dudley swallowed the lump in his throat.
“Well of course I did Dudley…” Vernon said with a gleeful laugh to his wife who kissed him on the cheek. “What’s wrong with that Dudley?”
“Well dad….umm…. what if one of those wizards comes looking for him?” Petunia turned pale and deathly quiet, Vernon dropped his biscuit before he could take a bite and cleared his throat.
“Well…” Vernon thought frantically.
“Oh lord, Vernon…. What if that does happen?” Petunia was in a moments panic, waiting for her husband to come up with an answer.
“Listen!” Vernon said sharply, his family watched him with wide eyes. “We’ll tell them that he ran off… we’ll keep the cupboard locked… no one will ever know he’s in there.” Vernon said with a small smile.
“Won’t he die in there though?” Dudley said in shock, not believing his father’s words.
“It’s best no thi think about it dear” Petunia said, patting Dudley’s hand, she obviously was fine with the idea.
“All right son, off to bed.” Vernon said with a yawn of his own. Dudley just nodded and stood as if in a trance and made his way towards the stairs. He watched the cupboard door with horror, moving quickly up the stairs and into his bathroom.