In The Life Of A Potions Master

Chapter 5

Severus woke with a start; he had the urge to scrub his mouth with grain alcohol. He had kissed Harry Potter, no, she had kissed Harry Potter. He was just stuck reliving it in his mind. He heard the faint giggle and felt the soft flesh under his head move, looking up he saw Hermione sitting there on his desk still stroking his hair.

“Pleasant dream love?” the mirth was pouring warmly out of her in her voice.

“It most certainly was not. I… I mean you kissed Potter. Should I worry about Weasley’s lips being the sct oct of my next nightmare?” His tone was dry and flat, he was mildly irritated by the thought of the Boy Who Lived kissing him in his dreams or Hermione, or… well it was all very confusing at this point and he didn’t really care anymore; all he knew for sure was that he didn’t want anymore kisses from the two hormone driven members of the golden trio.

“No. Actually if they are going in order you are just going to love the next kiss.” She had a smirk firmly placed upon her lips, a look Severus was starting to notice she did more every day.

“Who?” was his simple question.

“I’ll never tell, I promised.”

Severus sat up in the chair and watched as Hermione stretched, her breasts thrust toward him like an offering to a long dead god. He found his lips suddenly very dry and his crotch very tight.

“Come now Miss Grangeurelurely you can tell me,” he said as he started to kiss his way up her thigh.

“OH SHIT!” Hermione suddenly shot off the desk. “I’ll be Mrs. Snape in less than two hours! We have to get ready.”

Severus smirked as he watched Hermione run to the hall door still wearing only her smile.

“Forgetting something love?”

“Like what, Severus I don’t have time for… Clothes, bugger! Where’s my wand?”

Severus laughed as he watched his soon to be wife searching desperately for the small piece of wood. But his laughter didn’t last long as he watched what was quickly becoming of his paper work, the neatly organized stacks fluttered to the four winds as Hermione sacked the small desk and counters on the dais searching for her absent wand.

“Looking for this?” Severus purred holding out the wand.

“Severhat hat is just the cheesiest joke… Thank you.” She took the wand from his outstretched hand and quickly waved her clothes on, running from the classroom as she did.

Severus sat back in the chair a small smile on his lips thinking of what a dreadfully awful day she was about to have. He hoped Albus would at least cast a weather spell for this occasion.


It was comical really, Severus thought to himself, it had rained on every birthday, his first day of class, his first Quidditch game, and it had even rained for his first date. So of course, why wouldn’t it rain now? Rain wasn’t actually the proper term; torrential down pour was what it truly was. He looked out of the tent again watching Albus working the arcane spell to clear the storm and smiled; he was going to be ed ted through. Served him right for not giving him the defense position after all these years.

Hermione of course didn’t see the humor of it all. He could hear her ranting, even over the thunderous sound of the rain. Suddenly the pelting stopped, the last of Hermione’s string of curses being heard clearly. Either Albus had succeeded or the rain had passed, either way in ten minutes he would be married.

He thought that even funnier. He faced down Death Eaters, dealt with students who in a single action could accidentally kill him and the rest of their half witted class, even dealt with Harry Potter’s antics, and none of that scared him as much as walking to the end of that aisle and getting himself married.

“Just ten more minutes Severus, ten more minutes and you will be standing there getting married,” he told himself.

He paced the length of the tent slowly killing the grass under foot. Why should he be scared, really? She loved him, he loved her, they were both of age, both highly intelligent.

You are also a greasy old git, whom I might add is hated by everyone that has ever met you. Yes that was it; there were five hundred people out there that on one level or another hated him, former students, Ministry officials, former professors. What if everyone spoke against this wedding? What if when Albus said speak now or forever hold your peace everyone stood up and started speaking?

“Yes and then Ronald Weasley will figure out how to tie his shoes with out instructions. Get a grip on yourself Severus no one is going to say anything, you forget the most important thing you are the most feared professor in the history of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!” He laughed as he finished, deciding to scowl down the aisle at everyone.

Feared and loathed, he was used to that, use it to his advantage. His laughter had grown louder and more maniacal, that dark laughter people were used to hearing from him.

“Severus, what are you doing in there?” asked Albus, “It’s time and your scaring people with that cackle, come old boy time to lock on the old ball and chain,” Albus laughed as he walked away.


Hermione waited qui in in the tent, Parvati and Lavander finishing her hair. She could swear she heard the butterflies in her stomach fluttering around. Nerves; she knew to expect them but not like this. She loved Severus and was going to marry him; it was as simple as that. But what if someone said something or did something or one of the escaped Death Eaters tried to get revenge.

She pushed it out of her mind, if something happened it happened. The rain was enough to drive her mad she didn’t need to push herself off the edge of sanity. She looked back to the mirror placed in the far corner of the tent. Her gown was simple, white cotton that hugged her to the upper thigh and then tapered out to the ground were it puddled at her feet creating a short train that followed her movements. The neck was cut lower then she would have normally worn, accenting her breasts.

The neckline was trimmed in gold embroidery; it was an intricate Celtic design of unity and infinity. She liked the design; it was a statement of her love, one which she wondered whether Severus would notice. She grinned to herself, of course he would notice, for two reasons. One he never lets anything get past his gaze. And two, Hermione giggled, he was a man--his eyes would be firmly planted on her cleavage.

Minerva walked into the tent, smiling at her former student. “It’s almost time dear, do you have your four items.”

“Well I have something new.” She grinned. “I borrowed the necklace from Ginny.” Her grin grew wider. “I have something blue.”

Lavender and Parvati started to laugh. “Yeah, batman is going to fall dead when he sees,” said Parvati.

“I just don’t have anything old that seams appropriate.”

“Wear these dear, they were my mother’s.” Minerva handed Hermione a pair of earrings. The earrings were set in gold with sapphires set into their surface. The pattern was a Celtic maze; in the center was a heart of small rubies set in silver.

“These are beautiful, Minerva, thank you. I’ll be sure to return them before Severus and I leave.” Hermione hugged her former teacher affectionately.

Minerva smiled warmly, “Hermione they are for you. They have been in my family for a long time. They were passed from mother to daughter. But I don’t have a family dear, so I would like for you to have them.”

“Minerva, are you… I couldn’t.” Hermione was shocked, “There must be someone you would rather have them.”

“Hermione dear, make an old woman happy and take them.” Minerva moved to Hermione and started to adorn here ears with the heirlooms.

“Thank you Minerva. This is just so kind of you I don’t know what to say.” Hermione wiped a tear from her eye.

“STOP THAT YOUR MAKEUP WILL RUN!” Parvati screamed.


This was the worst night of Hermione’s life. It started with the rain but didn’t end there.

“They should just get rid of that line! ‘Does anyone here see why this couple shouldn’t be wed’ what was wrong with the people who created that stupid ceremony!” Hermione ranted

It wasn’t the simple sentence that had upset her. It was the number of people who had stood up to speak against their marriage. First it was Harry begging her to reconsider taking such a “greasy git” as her husband. Next had been Ron who just wanted to state his well-knownw ofw of the professor. Then half a dozen wizards and witches she didn’t even know spoke up who thought she was a tramp for leaving poor Harry Potter for such a terrible man.

“Gods, who the hell were all these people anyway?” Hermione was pacing the floor; her nerves shot.

“Surely you knew that there would be guests from all over the wizarding world, love. They were most likely the readers of the Daily Prophet.” Severus tried for the hundredth time to stop Hermione’s march to nowhere.

“I mean really what business is it of theirs? I bet Harry and Ron had something to do with this. And them! Those two! I can’t believe they would do that,” Hermione continued as if Severus had said nothing.

“Well they were asked if they saw any reason why we shouldn’t be wed. You must admit they did have some valid points. I am greasy, I am a git, and I am also much older than you.” Severus reached out and pulled her to him dropping her into his lap.

“A point, they didn’t have a point. They don’t like you--that is their point. All I wanted was for today to be perfect and nothing went right.” Hermione rested her head against Severus’ shoulder and began to cry.

It hadn’t ended at people standing up against them. Someone had thought it would be funny to charm the cake to say Hermione and the beast. All the punch glasses had small holes in them so when you went to drink from them they leaked all over you. The plates also ate the food before you could get to it.

Severus didn’t know who had caused his wife this pain but when he found out they would pay dearly. He held Hermione as she wept. She needed this he knew all to well. He was happy enough just being with her; but he knew that she wanted to tell the whole world that she loved him and it had gone wrong.

True enough, he had expected people to speak against their marriage. It would have surprised him more if it didn’t happen. He hadn’t expected the pranks though. They were too childish to be the Weasley twins. He hated to admit that fact but Fred and George had more class the leaking cup gags and playing with a cake. Knowing those two his bed would be a swamp under the covers or his bathtub would be filled with a potion to inhibit his…wedding night. But nothing this childish.


Hermione was in what now was Severus’ and her bathroom, she marveled at the lavish lavatory. It wasn’t the first time she had been in here but it was the first time it was hers as well. She washed her face removing the makeup charms and tear trails. It had been a trying day but the worst was over.

She pulled her wedding dress down and replaced it on the hanger. Hermione slid a soft satin nightgown over her body and joined her husband.

Severus watched Hermione leave the bathroom. He knew at once he wasn’t going to have problems performing tonight. He marveled at the satin gown that had replaced her wedding dress. It was light blue and fit her perfectly. The fabric became a second skin as it flowed down her body.

He smiled to himself; he had married a goddess. The gown followed the swell of her breast and slid down her to her slim waist and alluring hips. It hugged her legs to just past her knee where it flared out spilling onto the floor. If it wasn’t magic then she hadn’t paid enough for it.

He had changed as well but not into anything quite so elegant. His surprise wasn’t lost on her either. Hermione watched him move toward her. He was wearing a pair of pajamas, the top left open exposing his broad chest. The pants were loose fitting. But what struck her most wasn’t the set itself but the color. In place of his normal black the pajamas were a lush emerald green, the buttons were silver as was the trim of the sleeves and ankles.

Severus took Hermione by her hand and smiled warmly down to her. She had always thought of him as sexy but she had never seen him like this. He looked so erotic, so appealing she was ready to cry again.

He pulled his wand from the pocket of his pajamas and gave a curt wave. Music began to play from nowhere.

“We never took our dance, love,” Severus said as he brought her to him.

Hermione couldn’t believe her ears. “How did you know Severus?”

“I asked Mister Potter.” He couldn’t hide the amusement in his voice as I Swear played.

“Yctuactually went and asked Harry what my favorite song is?”

“No dear. I simply told him that if he didn’t tell me what it was this instant I would fail him in potions and he would be stuck serving detention with Mister Filch for his make-up year,” he stated simply.

“Severus! Please tell me you didn’t.” She couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of Harry being scared witless by her husband.

“No love, I simply asked him.”

He leaned down and captured her mouth, his lips molding to hers without effort. Hermione teased his lips, urging him to part them for her. Their mouths opened as one and their tongues slid into the other’s mouth.

Severus drank in the taste of Hermione’s mouth as he ground his hips against hers in time to the song. He stroked her tongue with his as his hands made their way down her back. They slid effortlessly over the silky fabric.

He lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the bed before laying her gently onto the soft down mattress without breaking their kiss. He stroked the underside of her ue aue as his hand sank slowly down her leg.

Hermione started to kiss along his jaw line to his earlobe. She took it into her mouth and began to nip at the sensitive flesh, tonguing it after each sharp little bite. She smiled against him as she felt his hand lift her gown and start back up her leg.

Severus felt the silk stockings and smirked. He was in a playful mood tonight and would be damned if any insecurities would ruin this night for Hermione or himself. His hand moved up her leg to her thigh; he started to stroke the soft skin of her inner thigh. He teased the flesh with his fingertips lightly touching with soft feather light strokes.

He pulled his ear away from Hermione and started kissing along her throat. Slowly he kissed his way down between her breasts. He ran his tongue along the crevice of her cleavage and back up her throat.

Severus slowly sat up onto his haunches and began to pull Hermione’s gown up over her head. His eyes widened as he pushed the soft fabric past her waist. In place of her normal white cotton panties and nest of curls she was bare. He marveled at the sight of her bare flesh. He ran his hand over her the smooth surface and then back to her gown pulling it over her head and tossing it to the floor.
u shu shaved.” His eyes swept over her nude form.

“I decided my something new should be a hair cut,” she said huskily.

Severus ran his hands along her legs as he slowly bent down. He began to kiss his way along her silk clad leg. Starting at the ankle and working his way up. He showered her legs with kisses until he reached her inner thigh. He playfully nipped and sucked the tender spot eliciting a moan from his new wife.

Hermione’s fingers laced into Severus’ hair as she gently pulled at his head trying to guide him to her center. He seemed to succumb to her gentle urging but kissed past her wet folds. He kissed around the soft bare flesh and down to the other inner thigh.

“Severus you’re being a tease,” she sighed.

He smiled against her and continued to suck at the tender flesh. Hermione jumped as his thumb came up along her crevice to her nub and began to rub. He quickly moved his other hand to her waist to settle her. He parted her with his tongue next, tasting the sweet juices of his bride while his thumb massaged her sensitive button.

Hermione pressed against his face as her hips gyrated. He licked eagerly at her hole, his thumb pleasuring her into moans and whispers of his name. He couldn’t remember being this content. He was happy, elated; his life felt like it was finally on the right track. It felt like he finally was doing it right.

He moaned in contentment and slid a finger deep into Hermione. He thrust in with his finger in a slow steady motion while his tongue tortured the sensitive flesh of her nub. His finger pulsed in and out of Hermione eliciting moans of pleasure as a second and then third joined the first in Hermione’s tight passage.

Hermione gripped the sheets and threw her head back, her body racked by waves of pleasure from her husband’s ministrations. Her eyes fluttered closed as the tingling vibration of her orgasm carried her away.

Severus quickened his pace trying to draw out Hermione’s pleasure. His tongue was a devil she was glad to have; it worked over her sensitive button and wet folds with an expert precision. His long slender fingers were deep in her, rubbing her core. They seamed to know every place she wanted touched and touched each one of her pleasure points at once.

She came to herself, waves of pleasure still pushing at her mind; trying to push her back to the happy oblivion. She pulled her husband up to her waiting lips and captured his mouth in a scorching kiss. Passion, heat, lust, and love poured through her lips. She dred red his mouth with reckless abandon. Her tongue thrust in to his mouth exploring its depths, drinking in their combined tastes. She was intoxicated by this man; her husband.

Severus felt his head spinning at the heated passion of Hermione’s kiss, he was amazed at the possessive nature and demanding stance she had taken. He felt her lips leave his and slowly opened his eyes, he was in a haze after her mind-shattering kiss, his senses tingled with ever little brush of her hair. He watched as her head trailed down his chest, her hair forming a wake over his body that tickled the pale flesh of his chest.

She kissed over his abdomen and across his waist. Severus watched her as she kissed her way down his body. His skin set aflame from the soft touch of her lips and tongue. She took him in her mouth as he watched. Her tongue swirling over the head of his erection causing him to arch his back and fight the urge to thrust in her mouth.

He laced his fingers in her wild curls and closed his eyes. He was fing tng the need to give over to his orgasm and spill into her mouth. He wanted this to last longer, wanted her to remember their wedding night as the best sex of their lives.

Hermione kissed her way up his body stopping to lick his flat nipples into tiny nubs. He groaned loudly as her tongue circled the small tip of his now erect nipple. His hands went to her waist and pulled her up to him. Their lips locked in primal passion as Hermione lowered her self onto his rigid penis.

She began slowly; moving up and down his long thick erec. Sh. She was amazed as she rode him that she could take him into her. She felt full and complete, her depths filled with his manhood. Her pace was slow and rhythmic as she slid up and down his cock. The pressure built between her legs as she felt her climax coming steadily closer, inching up to take her mind from her and leave her in heavenly oblivion.

Severus watched her face trying to learn her expressions. He wanted to please her and he knew that as with all things all you needed to do was to know your timing. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly. Her breath was short and shallow then fast and deep. He waited for her to breathe a quick deep breath then thrust up into her. Hermione screamed his name as her orgasm took her.

Severus was amazed by the force of her release. It felt as if she was trying to draw him into her, to take his very soul from him. It was all hers if she would have it. He continued to meet her thrust for thrust his hand coming between them and rubbing her clit. She was screaming his name, screaming her love, screaming everything she felt and it was music to his ears.

Hermione dropped to his chest and he carefully rolled her onto her back, a smile playing on his lips as he began to wildly thrust into her. He could feel her nails dig into his back and her teeth gripping his shoulder as she screamed into his arm. He gave a few short thrusts and spilled into her as he called out her name, collapsing to his elbow.

He looked into her eyes that were glassy with a look of completeness. He felt wild laying here his half erect penis encased in his wife. As the waves of pleasure faded, Severus felt the stead pulse of Hermione’s inner walls and grinned.

Hermione looked up at the grin on Severus’ face and giggled. “Oh Merlin, I have created a monster.”

“No love, I have always been a monster.” He chuckled.

They continued to make love for the rest of the night until sleep overtook them.


Severus looked at the house in front of him. It was a single-family home. A two-story brick home with a lovely rose garden and a hedgerow in place of a fence. All told this house was like every other on the block but not tonight. Tonight it would be very different tonight it would hold death.

Severus smirked behind his mask. Tonight he would get what he had wanted for so long, payback. He looked around at the other Death Eaters, each one had their reasons for being here he was sure but tonight his would see fruition.

Severus heard the familiar pop of apparation and looked. He was amazed by the sightthat greeted him. Lord Voldemort stood before him in dark grey robes. His hideous snake face twisted in a look of joy.

Severus bowed down before him and kissed the hem of his robe. “My Lord it is an honor to have you join us,” he said with more enthusiasm then he felt.

“Severus my most trusted. It has reached my ears that a boy lives in this house who will be my downfall,” Voldemort said motioning Severus to his feet.

“My Lord, no one can stand against your power. But if it is your wish that we kill the child, so be it.” Severus bowed to the Dark Lord.

“You misunderstand Severus. I will kill the boy myself, and his family.”

Severus looked at Voldemort in disbelief. “My Lord, I thought you had given me that honor?”

“The situation is different now. Wormtail has told me there is a spy in our midst and of this child savior. I have decide kil kill the family as a show of my true power. Also to serve as a reminder that I will rule the wizarding world. When you help me find the spy I will even give you a woman. You could use someone to take care of you, My Most Trusted.”

Voldemort walked up the path to the front door leaving Severus to his thoughts. Damn Pettigrew, this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He was supposed to lead the Death Eaters into a trap and blame the would be double agent. Not watch the Potters die. He had wanted not only to pay back James Potter, but to see the look on his face when he realized that Snivellus had saved his worthless life.

He heard the shouts as the door flew in and looked up in time to see James fall to the ground. His lifeless body lying just outside the door. Then a scream and a baby’s cry. Then there was nothing. He and his Death Eaters waited for their lord to return. He was going to have to tell Dumbledore that Pettigrew had not only sold them out but had found out the prophecy. He was going to have to tell him that Harry Potter, their best chance to win this war, was dead.

Several minutes passed and Voldemort did not return. Severus led his Death Eaters into the house and began to search the rooms. Severus walked into the nursery and smiled at the sight that met him. Piled on the floor were the dark grey robes of his once mighty lord. His musing was interrupted by the squalling child in the crib. He had forgo abo about the little brat when he saw the piled remains.

“Hush you or they may kill you.” Severus picked up the balling infant and rocked him. He quickly found a bottle and gave it to the child and hid him in a closet.

“Come quickly, something has happened to the Dark Lord,” he called.

The Death Eaters came to the nursery and quickly saw the piled mess on the floor that had once held their leader. They looked from one to the other wondering what would happen now.

“Don’t just stand there you fools. Go and tell the others quickly. With out the Dark Lord the aurors will be breaking our doors down by sun up,” Severus spat.

“First we wreck the house. Maybe they will believe he is still alive,” said one of the Death Eaters.

“Maybe it will buy us some time as well, Severus,” added a second.

“Fine, you have ten minutes and I want you all gone.”

Severus turned and left them to their business. He didn’t know if the child would be of any use now but he also didn’t want to see him dead. Future dunderhead or not, that boy had to live past tonight.

He crossed the street and waited for the other Death Eaters to leave. Like a shadow he moved to the wreck of the once modest home. It was amazing the destruction a bunch of morons like those could cause in a few short minutes. He searched the wreckage for signs of the boy who lived. He was actually praying the little brat was alive. It would mean he wouldn’t have to tell Albus that they boy was dead and he had fucked up. He hated telling people he had failed them.

He over turned a rock and found Lily’s cold body. She was limp and pale bleeding from several small gashes caused by falling debris. He had loved her once. He had thought she was beautiful and smart. Then he had been beaten and tortured because of a simple heart with her name in his journal. Something so innocent, so stupid, that it wasn’t worth the time he had taken to draw it out. For a simple action as having a crush he had been crushed.

Then she took up with Potter. He thought that she could bring him back, remove the hurt he still felt over losing Sandra. All he had wanted from her was a kind word. But he had even screwed that up. His entire life from the day he started school had been destroyed by one person. Lucius Malfoy. Damn that little arrogant rich shit to whatever hell would be the most painful.

He lifted Lily’s hand into his and looked down into her empty green eyes. “If I could take it back I would.”

He looked under her and saw the small child tucked under her clinging to her other arm.

“Come along Mister Potter, it is not safe here.” He picked up Harry and moved into the shadows.

He looked at the infant in his hands, he seemed small and fragile and yet he had destroyed Voldemort. He had lived through the killing curse and the wrath of a demented madman. It seamed so surreal to hold such a powerful little thing. He noticed at once his eyes, so like his mother’s.

“I don’t think the order will find out about this just yet little one. You might as well come home with me and I will put you back tomorrow night so they can find you.” Harry looked up at Severus and smiled his green eyes sparkling in the low light.

Severus apparated to the edge of Hogwarts and quickly made his way to the secret passage he had used so often. Once in his room he conjured a crib for the baby and summoned a house elf to retrieve a bottle for him.

When the house elf returned he lay Harry in the crib and gave him the bottle. “Now Mister Potter you will sleep all night I have to talk to the headmaster tomorrow and tell him the bad news.”


Severus spent the entire night with Harry cradled in his arms. The two future enemies sleeping soundly in one of Severus’ old leather chairs. It had seemed that every time he put him down, the infant’s temper would show its ugly head and he’d scream. The first time had very nearly scared Severus to death. He had thought the Dark Lord had used that as a ruse to test his loyalties and was now here to kill them both. But it had turned out to be a dirty diaper.

He now sat in Dumbledore’s office drinking disgustingly weak tea and wishing he could just go back to sleep. He had told Albus the bad news, what he had not told him was of the squalling little brat hidden in his chambers.

“Headmaster what will happen to young Mister Potter if he is still alive?” Severus asked showing only mild interest.

“He will go to live with his only family, Severus. They are not the ideal choice but they will have to do,” Dumbledore said with a small sigh.

“What is wrong with them?” Severus looked up from his tea.

“They hate us, wizards I mean,” Albus said with a tone of resignation.

“You are going to send him to live with Muggles!?” Severus didn’t realize but he was on his feet and as with so many other aggravating conversations he began to pace. “Headmaster you can’t be serious! Muggles? He won’t know anything about our world. He won’t even know what he is.”

“Severus do calm down. As I said it is my only choice. He can’t stay in your quarters for ever after all.”

Severus stared blankly at Albus as a chuckle escaped the elderly wizard. His eyes twinkled merrily as he watched the younger wizards face. “Severus there is not much that happens inside of Hogwarts that I don’t find out about. And tales of a screaming baby being sacrificed by the evil potions master gets up here even faster. How is the boy?”

“He is fine for now, but soon hel bel be god awful. He will be living with muggles and not learning about his abilities.” Severus stalked some unseen pray back and forth across the headmaster’s officee coe could stay with me.”

Severus didn’t want to admit it but he had grown rather fond of the boy during the night. He had cuddled into his arms and fell straight asleep. All he had wanted was to be held and in return he had given Severus something very special, unconditional love.

“Severus, the aurors will be here to arrest you tomorrow, I don’t think you will be found guilty but there is always a chance. What would happen if you did not return, who would take care of the child?” Albus asked sympathetically.

“You are right, of course. I will bring him up here so that you can take him to the muggles.” Severus looked down at the floor.

“No Severus, no one must know that he was ever here. We still have many enemies and it would not be safe for them to know of your involvement. You will have to take him back to the Potter’s house and leave him there tonight. I am sending Hagrid to pick him up.”

“As you wish, Headmaster.” Severus left the office defeated and returned to his quarters.


Severus looked down at the bundle held tightly in his arms. It was almost time to leave and he was having second thoughts. What could Albus really do if he petitioned to adopt the child? Surely the ministry would rather see him in the hands of a former Death Eater instead of a couple of muggles. The tiny boy clung to him as he sat on what was once probably the Potter’s kitchen.

“You’re going to go live with your Aunt and Uncle, Harry. I am sure they will be fine guardians for you. Now a few things to remember; one when you come back to school get sorted into Slytherin. You’re to smart to be a Gryffindor like your mum and dad. And if I am mean to you it’s because I have to be. You need to be strong and I can’t be found out.”

He set Harry down and covered him with a few lose boards. He stood slowly and started to walk away the pain of loss stinging his eyes. It had only been one night and that little child had touched his dead black heart. Worse yet he knew when he returned to Hogwarts and his life he would have to hate him. He would be a Gryffindor and the Boy Who Lived.

He stood behind a tree and watched Hagrid dig the crying child of thf the rubble and mount a motorbike. He watched the flying cycle leave with little Harry Potter and knew that he had just lost a friend. Worse yet he had talked to Minerva earlier and found out about these muggles and knew them to be appalling at their best.

He hated himself for sending him to live there. He hated the child forever coming into his life. And more over he hated Harry Potter for ever making him care.