The Truth isn't What You Think

Same disclaimers. Hope like this chapter it's a little bit longer.

Chapter 2

Harry Potter awoke on the floor of the cupboard under the stairs. Everything ached and he could feel blood caking most of his body. For a second he continued to lie there. Sighing, he at last forced his protesting body up, ignoring the searing pain, knowing that he had chores to do and that his uncle would only beat him again if they weren't done, or worse. He hesitantly opened the cupboard door and looked around. Luckily the house was empty. Relieved he slipped out and stumbled toward the bathroom.

Quickly he entered the shower and washed away the dried blood, wincing in pain. Gently he cleaned the open cuts. Feeling a bit more human he left the warm relaxing shower and dried himself off. Quickly he changed into a pair of pants and a shirt that where way too big for him. They had been hand-me-downs from his whale of a cousin Dudley. Painfully he trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen to start his list of chores, the first of which was washing the floors.

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"I refuse," Snape hissed as he paced the room his black robes swirling around him. The headmaster sighed as he watched the frustrated potion master fight to control his temper from behind his cherry wood desk. They were both in the headmaster's office, alone thanks to the fact that it was summer vacation and everyone else had left. Despite the fact that the office's resident had no taste what so ever, which was apparent in the dark blue robe covered in hearts, the room itself was quite elegant with its polished wood furniture, red carpeting, and plush crimson curtains with gold lining. There was even a globe in one corner.

"I will absolutely not go check-up on that spoiled rotten little brat," he snapped, stopping to glare at the headmaster, eyes twinkling. Sighing he wondered whether or not to offer Severus a lemon drop. His hand inched towards the blue bowl sitting on his desk filled with candy, when Snape noticed and snarled. Okay, maybe not, Dumbledore thought as he quickly pulled back his hand.

"He hasn't written in three days, my boy." Dumbledore pointed out softly, completely ignoring the death glare Snape sent him. His normally twinkling blue eyes were worried.

"He probably went on a action with those muggle relatives of his and is no doubt to busy being pampered and worshiped to bother remembering something so insignificant as bother to write to us. " Snape sneered, " Spoiled, arrogant brat doesn't care about whether the rest of us are worried for safety. After all he's bloody Harry Potter the boy-who-lived-to-be-a-pain." Snape ranted.

"Never the less you are going to check on him." the headmaster said tiredly. Snape started to protest. "There is too much at stake, my boy, to risk it." he said cutting Snape off. Defeated with the truth in that statement Snape nodded sharply once and turned and left the office.

Muttering death threats if this turned out to be a waste of time he quickly left the school grounds and disappeared with a faint pop.

Yeah second chapter is done. Do you like it, hate it. Tell me... Otherwise I'll send Voldie after you.