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Chapter 16

That Harry...Is Your Mum

Severus Apparated back to Prince Hall, and immediately removed his glamour ignoring the twitch of Narcissa's lips. Who was amused by his new temporary look, Narcissa didn't see Police officers often. Sometimes she ventured into the Muggle section of the world, to shop, but that was only ever in France. Severus in turn gave her a deadpanned look, before his gaze fell on the sleeping child. He was glad to see the child still dead to the world. He was however, very surprised not to see Draco with her, Narcissa and Lucius didn't trust many people.

"Where is Draco?" asked Severus quietly, as he took a seat on the edge of Harry's rather large bed.

"He's being tutored, Gavin has begun teaching him this week, Draco seems to be doing very well so far." said Narcissa in explanation. Right now it was only his 'ABC's and '123's' at the moment. It would be another year, maybe two before he starts Latin, Spanish and Italian lessons as well as Maths and English which would include writing which most children enjoyed, they loved making up short stories. In probability he would learn some magic as well, before he entered Hogwarts. With a magical mother and Father, the authorities would never know Draco was learning magic outside of Hogwarts. No it was just up to the parents to abide by the unspoken rules, which in fact most did not adhere to.

"How long?" asked Severus nonchalantly, he had a child to look after himself now, so he was rather curious to know everything. Severus wasn't a man who considered anything without having all the facts. He planned on researching it thoroughly anyway, no matter what Narcissa said.

"To start off with just two hours each day, Monday until Friday, in a few months the hours will be increased to four, then six hours in half a year." said Narcissa it's the way it had been for both her and Lucius. It allows children to get used to the new schedule, as well as their tutor.

"I see," said Severus nodding his understanding, it was much like the Muggle world then. Although they started attending Nursery at the age of four, getting more used to being without their parents, before beginning Primary school. He was still for most part undecided on what to do about Harry's education. If he had a tutor there was no doubt he'd flourish better, and learn more than he could at a Muggle school. Muggle primary schools had around thirty students to a single teacher. Children easily fell through the cracks. Then there was the fact Harry's magic would be rather wonky, at least for a few years. The magic had kept Harry alive, and the rest of it bound, once it was free...a great deal of patience was going to be needed. No doubt damage repair as well, he knew how explosive accidental magic could be.

"Has he woken at all yet, Severus?" enquired Narcissa as she marked the page where she'd last read and closed her book. Placing it in her handbag before gazing up at Severus fondly, he was a good man, definitely the best choice of Godfather. Not that she'd have allowed anyone else. Severus may like to think he wasn't good with kids, but he was, it was just teaching he was unpleasant at. Or rather found the entire thing distasteful. She wondered what changes would occur in her friend; now that he wasn't teaching and had a child to bring up. His attitude would have to change; Lucius had changed, the very first time he had held their child she had seen that love shining strongly. He had been nervous though, she had too, they'd been rather young, still were in fact. Since his own father, Abraxas hadn't been the fatherly kind, it had been no wonder Lucius had been terrified of mucking up. In the end Lucius was being the father he'd always wanted his own to be.

"Yes, very briefly, the calming draught I gave him was too effective," said Severus wryly, hopefully that wouldn't happen again.

"Would you like me to explain some things to him?" asked Narcissa, "A woman might help put him at ease." she might wear a mask in public, but never in private, who could keep up a mask around her jubilant, adorable little son? Who looked so much like his father. He would grow up to be a very handsome young man. Unfortunately she knew Draco would have to adorn a mask too, with the Dark Lord not truly gone, Draco was going to have to lord it over everyone. Unless of course they could ensure a way to destroy what's left of the Dark Lord. This would be the preferred option, what kind of mother would want their son to act king of the world? Right now though, if she wanted her family to survive, that was what they had to do.

"No, he has to get used to me, I owe it to him," said Severus his head swivelling in Harry's direction. Harry moaned slightly in his sleep, but settled down right afterwards, his little face peaceful. He had sworn to protect Harry, and never thought more on it, assuming he'd have to start up the vow when the child was eleven. He had never for one minute, with other than scorn thought of Lily's son. He felt guilty every single minute, especially knowing the pain the little one must have been suffering. He couldn't even imagine it really, sure he'd been walloped a few times, but he'd been a little older, and his father had been pissed and aimed badly. Other than that he'd been deprived of enough food for a growing boy, and decent clothes. That's as far as the abuse went, and look what he'd turned into, he couldn't imagine what would have become of Harry should he have been forced to remain there. They might have had a threat worse than the Dark Lord out there, or just as bad. Oh he doubted Harry would have joined him, just ended up as dark and twisted as him. If he hadn't been allowed to be happy why should he let others be? Would probably have been Harry's rationalization for what he was doing. He should know, he had at one point thought the same thing. He'd blamed the world for his life, never once thinking that it was his own actions until the prophecy…no, thought Severus bleakly he was NOT going to think on it.

"Of course, you will know better than I," said Narcissa, she and her sisters had been brought up as all young pureblood women did. Learning how to be the prefect wife, smart, always dressing to impress, no getting dirty, and never speaking to those of lesser blood. The fact that they'd all been extremely beautiful had made their lives a little easier. They'd have no trouble ensnaring what was left of any pureblood heir. Bellatrix had chosen Lestrange to be her husband. Or rather their parents had asked her who she'd prefer after presenting her with two marriage contracts. Lestrange just happened to be as much a pureblood, obsessed, fanatic as she was. She had no scope of experience when it came to abuse; she'd only ever heard little titbits of her husband's childhood. It had just been another normal day for her and her sisters, then when her parents had presented Andromeda with hers it had all gone to pot. The worst of it, she had felt as betrayed as the others, unfortunately its how she'd been brought up. Andy had left the family, married a Muggle born wizard, Ted Tonks, and had been disowned. To this day she hadn't seen her sister, in such a small world it was a miracle really. She also knew her sister had given birth to a little girl, Nymphadora. Who was at Hogwarts or just about to go, she didn't know her exact age. Lucius hadn't been how she thought he'd be, lording it over her, like he'd done with everyone at school. Despite their arranged marriage, they'd fallen in love against all odds. Then they'd had a beautiful little boy.

"Thank you for coming over, Narcissa," said Severus honestly, he wasn't comfortable leaving Harry alone with the house elves. They wouldn't have let anything happen, but he preferred an actual human with him.

"It's my pleasure Severus," said Narcissa immediately, if it wasn't for Harry Severus would never be asking for any favours. He just wasn't the sort of man who asked, unless he felt as if he had no other choice. Incidentally he'd never ask for anything for himself, Harry had already wormed his way into Severus' heart whether the wizard realized it or not. Narcissa knew, but she didn't say anything, she didn't want Severus to stop it from happening. Harry would be protected here; it was just getting the child to realize this that would be difficult. "I best be off, you know where we are, even if it's just to talk." she reminded him putting a delicate hand on his shoulder, as if to reinforce her words.

"Of course," said Severus nodding his head, with that both Severus and Narcissa left Harry's room. Severus escorting her to his Floo Network, temporarily taking the wards down, so she could get home. There was no point in Apparating; it would just mean walking to the end of the wards here, then all the way through the wards at Malfoy Manor. Narcissa stepped into the Floo, still managing to look regal with her shoes in the ash and soot that made its home in Severus' fireplace. Two words later she was gone, leaving Severus pensively standing there.

As promised Severus and Lucius had immediately went to see Lucius' informant. Handing the police officer the information they had on her, so he could do the honours. One piece of paper was charmed to tell him exactly where she was so he could pick her up. Since he couldn't do magic himself, it had to be the charmed paper.

Minerva had been surprised by their dealings; especially with the fact the officer didn't seem the least bit intimidated with Lucius. Whether it was because he knew the blonde wouldn't hurt him while he was useful, or they got along…were friendly. It wasn't just her preconceived notions about Dumbledore falling apart but everything, she had never seen this side to Lucius Malfoy before. Needless to say, as soon as she got back to Hogwarts, she was definitely going to need to have a few drinks and sort out her head.

Severus calmly placed his book down, marking his page before going up the stairs to Harry's bedroom. The charm was alerting him that the child was awake once more, he had thought long and hard on how to do things. It was just after dinner time, rather late for the child to have just woken again, but what could he do? Sleep and food was the best thing for the child right now.

"Hello Harry, how are you feeling Little One?" asked Severus, the words were still rather foreign to him. It was in his nature to be biting and sarcastic, not soothing and comforting. He had a lot of work ahead of him; hopefully he would be able to do this. If not Harry would probably end up one confused little boy.

"Can I go to the toilet please sir?" begged Harry, never once looking up at the man fearful of his expression. Every time he asked Vernon that question, he always looked ready to implode. He had never understood why, after all humbleness had been beaten into him by the obese man. He didn't have to ask with Aunt Petunia; as long as he was invisible he was safe. Vernon through, had relished any excuse to raise his hand to him, whether the excuse was valid or not.

"Of course," said Severus cursing himself silently, "Your toilet is this way." gesturing for Harry to come, he did, slowly and with confusion written across his face. There was no wonder at his new room, no positive emotions whatsoever. Was Harry even capable of them at this point? Or had the abuse truly broken him already. It was a very bleak prospect, but tonight hopefully he would know.

"Go on then, I will wait out here." he said encouraging the child.

"Yes sir," said Harry his voice sounding hollow. Harry entered the large bathroom; it was bigger than Dudley's bedroom. There were toys on top of the bath, just like at the Dursley's. Harry sat down on the toilet doing it that way. He was so lost and confused, how had he gotten here? Where were the Dursley's? Was the man looking after him while they went away now instead of Mrs. Figg? The last thing he remembered was being in the hotel room. He'd felt so badly, Harry's hand unconsciously crept up to where he'd been injured. There was nothing there, not even a scab, how long had he been out of it? It took months for his scabs to heal. He should know he'd had enough of them in his lifetime and he was only five. He'd never felt better in his entire life, he was stiff and achy but not in any pain. Harry looked over at the tap, then at the door; did he dare do it with the man so close? No, he better not risk it…maybe later. If he was good, he might even get to taste some more of the delicious drink he'd had before.

"Harry?" called the man, "Are you okay in there?"

"Yes sir," called Harry scrambling up, pushing his trousers up that was another thing he hadn't noticed. He was wearing a pair of pyjamas with some sort of animal on them; he'd never seen anything like them before. They fit him too, much better than Dudley's old threadbare stuff did. Harry jumped in fright when the toilet flushed without him touching anything. Fearfully he ran to the door and opened it, hoping he wasn't about to get into trouble. That was another odd thing, he was being called Harry, nobody called him that, not even Figg, and she just called him child all the time. Harry, his name was Harry, he liked it.

"First things first, let's get something to eat then a conversation," said Severus moving them back over to the bed. Until Harry was better, he'd be remaining there, once he was well, he'd eat in the dining room. He saw the blank look on the child's face and wanted to groan. Of course, a five year old wouldn't be used to his big words; he'd have to lower his vocabulary usage to basic meanings. It seemed everything he was giving up was mounting further each day. "By conversation I mean talk." he added as he took a seat, patting at the bed for Harry to join him.

Harry kept an eye on the man's hands as he sat back on the bed, didn't he know that Harry wasn't allowed on the furniture? He was a freak, he was supposed to sleep and sit on the Floor. That's only when they are being generous, most part he had to stand up all hours even when he was tired and hurt. He spent most of his time in the corner of the room, trying to keep himself invisible, when he wasn't doing chores. Especially when Dudley started getting bored, when there was nothing more to stick in his gaping needy maw that was called a mouth. The only reason he sat on the bed was because he'd been ordered to. Harry always did what he was told; otherwise the consequences were always bad.

"Drink this," said Severus his voice was soft but there was no mistaking the command behind it. This was one his nutrition potion; he was against giving Harry another calming draught unless there was a need for it. Right now though he was calm, even if he was scared and confused, but that was to be expected. He didn't want Harry falling asleep again, the child deserved answers.

Harry automatically took it, and drank it without commenting on the horrid taste. Which is exactly what every other five year old would have done.

"Good boy," said Severus, another set of words Severus was not used to uttering, but Harry would need praise he might as well start early. Especially when it came to taking the potions, he knew sooner or later Harry would rebel against him when he started getting used to his new life. He would nip it in the bud, of course, but if he associated being praised with drinking the potions, hopefully he wouldn't have too much trouble. Harry desperately needed to take them; he looked as though he was three if he was lucky not the five years old he was.

Harry felt a pleasant feeling in the pit of his tummy, a feeling he'd never experienced before. He was a good boy? This had never been said to him before, was it because he didn't know Harry was a freak? A forlorn look appeared on his face afterwards. He would have liked to stay a good boy, maybe nothing freakish would happen.

"Harry?" said Severus, trying to get the child's attention away from the floor, and focused on him.

"Yes sir?" asked Harry his eyes automatically meeting his before skittering away, as if he was remembering he wasn't allowed to look people in the eye.

"My name is Severus Snape," said the Potions Master, eyeing Harry, but the child wouldn't meet his eyes, he kept them firmly on his hands as if Harry thought he'd reach out and slap him for nothing. "We have already met, do you remember?"

"No sir," said Harry trembling slightly.

"No? I was there the day your cousin and his friend were hurting you," said Severus, biting his lip to prevent himself from saying 'beating you to a pulp' in his scathing tones. He loathed any form of abuse; he didn't even let his Slytherins away with it. The only problem was most wizards didn't actually physically touch people, especially the purebloods. They just resorted to name calling and of course duelling. He could only name two or three times in his entire Hogwarts career when he'd seen any of his students hit another, and two had been in jest, the third had been an outright fight between two Muggle born's in the charms corridor. He'd given them detention for five weeks, removed one hundred points from Gryffindor, for each of them and took them by the ear all the way to the Hospital wing. McGonagall had barged into his rooms later, almost breathing fire, but left with her tail behind her legs. He shook off his thoughts; he could think later, right now he had Harry to concentrate on. "If I remember correctly I told the dunderheads to leave." his lips twitched it was by far his favourite words for the miscreants he had to look after.

Harry hunched down further, a single nod was all he got that the child remembered the incident.

"I was concerned for your safety, so I followed you, only to discover you were being abused as I had suspected earlier. I was about to take you with me when your aunt returned, I discovered who you were." said Severus quietly, "Do you know what happened to your parents Harry?" had the Dursley's even told him anything? Did he even know what his mother looked like?

Harry bit his lip, flinching at the mere word 'parents' he could remember what happened the last time he'd asked. He hadn't understood why he had an aunt and uncle, instead of a mummy and daddy. Not that he'd called them aunt and uncle often. He knew what happened to them, they'd told him once, gloatingly.

"Harry?" asked Severus wondering how many times he'd have to get his attention during the conversation. He hoped his head injuries hadn't left permanent damage, like the inability to concentrate for any length of time. Perhaps he should have Lucius' healer take another look at Harry to be one hundred percent sure.

"They died in a car crash," said Harry his voice barely audible, if there had been a single other noise in the room, Severus would not have heard him. Fortunately, Severus had a good sense of hearing, bat like the students had often said, along with eyes at the back of his head.

Severus' lips disappeared, and for the first time he was rather glad the child couldn't look at him. For the first time, in a very long time, he was unable to contain his reaction. The fury was showing clearly across his features. Of course they'd lied to him; thankfully Severus didn't know the entire story or all hell would have broken loose. Now the question remained, did he tell Harry the truth? Perhaps an accident was better than knowing his parents had been murdered. No, he couldn't start the foundation of their relationship on lies. Harry would come to trust him, if he found out Severus had lied at any time, it would destroy any trust the child had in him. So with wary judgement, he made a decision praying it was the right one.

"I am afraid they lied to you Harry," said Severus watching how Harry was reacting so far. He had the calming draught on the table, so he wouldn't have to reach far. Harry was stiff, very much so, he'd learn he wouldn't hurt him in time.

"They died trying to protect you from a very bad person," said Severus, it was harder than he imagined speaking in a way for a five year old to understand. "They loved you dearly, little one, and I promise you are safe here."

Harry's face scrunched up, he didn't understand, why would the Dursley's tell him one thing and Severus told him another? Who was telling the truth? He liked the thought that they had cared for him, loved him even.

"Accio photo album," whispered Severus, so low Harry probably didn't even hear him. A few seconds later an album sailed through the air, landing in his hands. He had to suppress a smirk, seeing the shocked, awed and completely dumbfounded yet fearful look on his new wards face. He knew the right thing to get his mind off what he'd just seen. Maybe tomorrow he would sit down with him and explain magic. Right now he needed time to process the fact his parents hadn't died in a car accident. Severus flipped through the photo album he hadn't touched in years. Until he found one, a picture of a beautiful, vivacious, red headed girl, looking up from her charms text into the camera before hiding back again.

"This, Harry," said Severus holding the picture out, photo front so he could see it for himself. "Is your mother, when she was fifteen years old." Harry gasped, his green eyes filling with tears he refused to shed. With shaky hands he accepted the picture and held onto it delicately. He didn't seem to comprehend the picture was moving. Or if he did, he was just too in awe, at seeing his mum for the first time to care. Part of Harry already suspected something 'freakish' was afoot anyway, books floating in mid air, and pictures that moved…oh yeah he suspected something alright. Fortunately Harry was good at ignoring things he didn't want to think about.

"Flippy?" said Severus, waiting patiently for the Elf again, still watching out for Harry's reactions to everything.

"Dinner sir?" asked Flippy his hands filled with a huge tray. Severus smirked, they were beginning to realize his habits, and he immediately took it, placing it on the bottom of the bed. Flippy eyed the child, he looked a little better today, more colour in his cheeks. Flippy couldn't help but wonder how long it would take for him to be running up and down Prince Hall happy. Harry unfortunately wasn't paying any attention; it was solely focused on the picture of his mother. Flippy left afterwards, seeing he wasn't needed any longer.

"Harry, drink this little one," said Severus, handing over a goblet filled with milk.

Harry looked up; he took the weird looking cup, and took a tentative sip of what was in it. The stuff was the same as he'd had the last time. He couldn't help himself; he gulped every drip of it, feeling his stomach becoming pleasantly full. Harry flinched back when Severus' hands came out to take the cup away. His green eyes automatically looking up to see if he was in trouble, but calm black eyes was staring right back. No hint of anger, but there was something else lying deep within that gaze, something he had never seen before. "I have some vegetable soup here, do you think you can handle it?" he didn't want to get Harry addicted to potions, so he wasn't going to give him a stomach soother. He'd give him what he needed nothing more, the stomach could get used to the soothers and become 'upset' if it didn't have the potion. All potions were addictive, none more so than the Dreamless sleeping potion.

"What are my chores sir?" asked Harry standing up, eye to eye with the man sitting across from him. Not that Harry was currently meeting them; he was once more staring at the floor.

"Have no doubt you will have a few chores when you are better, like keeping your room tidy and bringing your laundry…clothes down." said Severus, it was probably better to get outright with it, he'd learn what the Dursley's did sooner or later. Right now he just had to get Harry better and into a stable routine. "Other than that, you will not be forced to do chores to be able to eat. Sit back down and eat your soup." it didn't surprise him that Harry had been forced to do all the chores, or that he'd been made do just to get something to eat. Unfortunately all it did was make him want to just go and kill the Dursley's, screw the bloody mind games they were playing. Harry sitting down and beginning to eat drew Severus out of his dark thoughts. He was enjoying it, even if his eyes were jerking from him to the soup every five seconds. There was a sparkle there he hadn't seen before, dare he believe that Harry was beginning to hope? Hope for a better future? Hope that he wasn't going to be completely broken by his family? Hope that he could get three meals a day like he'd seen his pig of a cousin get. It was a start, thought Severus. Relaxing into the seat, keeping himself loose, his expression sort of serene, in fact he looked rather impassive. Nobody could expect miracles; Severus Snape wasn't used to being this way after all.

"Are you still hungry Harry?" asked Severus, surprised by the fact Harry had managed to eat it all. Perhaps his stomach was bigger than he expected it to be, or able to handle more food. Then again it wouldn't surprise him that Harry was eating what he could, when he could, not sure if he'd get fed again.

"No sir," said Harry his denial quick, too quick.

"One of my rules, living here Harry, is that you never lie to me." said Severus "Shall we try that again? Are you hungry?"

Harry cringed, clearly unsure of what to do, in the end there was only one thing - tell the truth like he'd been told to. "Yes sir." murmured Harry, waiting for the inevitable explosion, the mocking laughter that a freak like him wouldn't get anything else.

"Flippy bring up a dessert," said Severus.

Harry blinked, moving his hand he viciously stabbed his finger into his leg, Harry almost yelped. He hadn't really expected to feel it; this all seemed too good to be true. Surely he must be sleeping! Or unconscious in his cupboard. Harry had never once in his life, been given something like dessert before.

"Ice cream sir," said Flippy handing over a bowl with two scoops. Severus was rather glad to see it was just plain ice cream, vanilla, and not an entire bowlful of junk. He didn't eat dessert himself, and was surprised anything like that was in his manor. He knew he'd have to allow a little leeway since the five year old had to have at least something nice now and again. The sugary food they served at Hogwarts was just atrocious, and he was surprised they didn't rot their teeth before they left Hogwarts. Some students were smarter than others, his students; because he made sure they ate fruit and a decent amount of vegetables. Considering the child's previous situation, he knew there would be no complaining from the child.

It took Harry no time at all to devour the ice cream practically inhaling it. Severus grimaced, table manners, needed fast.

"I have something for you, from Professor McGonagall, a very nice lady who knew you when you were a baby." said Severus, nice and McGonagall should not be in the same sentence. In fact the woman would probably find it hilarious or insulting. Severus pulled out a stuffed teddy out of his cloak. It was a wizard bear, a black pointy hat, cloak, and a wand in its hand all squishy so it wouldn't dig in and hurt him while he slept. He handed it over, barely able to keep his lip curling.

"For me?" asked Harry, they really did have the wrong Harry didn't they? But the man seemed so sure he was Harry. He basically waited until Severus had put it right into his hands, not daring to reach out in case it was a trick. It didn't hurt so much when he didn't get his hopes up, something he'd learned with Dudley.

"Yes Harry, it's yours," said Severus once the child finally gripped it. Also inside his cloak was the paperwork Minerva gave him. Letting him know exactly where Arabella Figg was, he'd find out how she was with Harry first before he planned anything. He had a fortnight to worm all information he could out of her…and there was always the truth potion if needed. Not Veritaserum, that was far too harsh on the system, rather one that doesn't force you to answer just made you feel safe and happy and want to answer. It was not strong so 'force' definitely wasn't on the menu. Who was he kidding? No he probably wouldn't use the potion, but hopefully he wouldn't feel the need/want to. He didn't want to deal with Figg then realize she was ten times worse and then go back.

Chapter 17

Setting A Routine

Harry groggily opened his eyes, a large yawn breaking out on his face, looking around in apparent confusion until he realized where he was. Some part of him suspected it was still a dream, a lovely dream, but still at the end of the day a dream. Yet each time he poked at himself, it hurt, it wasn't supposed to hurt in dreams right? It was the only reprieve the child had from the constant pain at the Dursley's. Harry didn't think he'd ever get used to being on such a comfortable bed, and in clothes that actually fit him. Severus was a freak like him, he just knew it, he'd made that book come out of nowhere. Harry noticed the picture of his mum was on the nightstand, now in a photo frame. Sitting up in the bed, keeping his covers around him, cherishing the warmth. He picked it up and gazed at it, she was so beautiful, nothing like his aunt, he wasn't sure what to feel towards her, he'd dreamed she loved him, but did he love her in turn? Yes, he did. She'd died for him, at least that's what Severus had said anyway. He wasn't sure who to believe, but he'd more likely to believe Severus than the Dursley's. the Dursley's had never been kind to him, so why should he believe them? They lied to everyone, especially about him. Telling them how bad he was, how much trouble he caused, how he destroyed everything even the clothes he got. Which wasn't true, he knew that, they never gave him anything.

"Awake already?" asked Severus causing Harry to whip around, how he didn't get whiplash was anyone's guess. He made a note to himself not to sneak upon the child, he was jumpier than a grasshopper. Which would be extremely difficult to do, he was a quite man by nature.

"Yes sir," said Harry his eyes wide and weary. Still expecting punishments to come his way, it would take a long time before he felt truly comfortable.

"Come, Harry," said Severus walking through to the bathroom, he immediately began filling the tub with water adding apple bubble bath, something he'd owl ordered along with a lot of other stuff. The water went a little greenish not something he'd like but children apparently did. The smell of apples surrounded the room. "Undress and get into the bath. I'll wash your hair and leave you, the toys are yours to play with as you wish."

Harry stared for a few seconds, as if he couldn't comprehend what the man was saying. The thought of the nice warm bath kicked him into action. He kept his eyes on Severus' hands the entire way forward after taking off the pyjamas. Severus helped Harry into the bath, ignoring the flinch, he really was very small, too tiny for a five year old. It was trying to help him into the bath that made him realize this, Draco could do this himself now.

"Lie down," said Severus kneeling on the floor, wetting the hair until it was soaked before adding the shampoo, lathering it in he waited a few seconds before he began washing it out with a jug at the side of the bath. Once he was done he helped Harry sit up, nonverbally casting a spell so Harry couldn't slip under the water. "Shout on me when you want out, do you understand Harry? don't try and get out by yourself."

"Yes sir," said Harry.

"Good boy," said Severus, placing some of the toys into the bath, aware that Harry probably wouldn't do it himself. Once that was done Severus gratefully got up, glad to be off his knees. Leaving the bathroom, he kept the door open so he could hear Harry when he was finished. Opening the cupboard door he grabbed a pair of trousers, and a jumper, opening the drawer at the bottom of his cupboard he took out underwear and socks and the second one a t-shirt. Placing them on the bed, he sat down feeling at a loose end. He wasn't used to having nothing to do, from the moment he got up his day was packed with one thing or another.

"Sir?" called a voice, "I'm finished."

Severus looked at the watch, the child had only been in for five minutes, if that at all. Shaking off his thoughts, Harry would learn sooner or later that he'd never hurt him. It wouldn't matter what he did, because Harry had to realize it on his own. He could tell him a million times but it would just be met with disbelief. Sometimes he worried Harry wouldn't, Severus himself, could remember things that happened to him when he was five. There was no doubt Harry always would as well, was Harry beyond hope?

"Come on then little one," said Severus hoisting Harry out by gripping his underarms. Once his feet were safely on the mat he wrapped him in a small towel. Then guided them both to the bedroom again. It took longer to get him dressed than it had for Harry to have a bath. The irony wasn't lost on Severus.

"How would you like some brunch outside?" asked Severus kneeling in front of Harry. No doubt the child was hardly used to being outside, and when he was probably constantly hiding from his damn dunderhead cousin.

"Yes sir," said Harry saying what he thought was the right answer.

Severus just shook his head wryly, "Then lets go." said Severus, taking the child outside into the gardens. They were large, green and beautiful, a child could loose themselves in it for weeks. If not for their rumbling stomachs of course. He had with him a few toy's Harry could play with. Including the broomstick, but he didn't think Harry was ready for anything like that yet.

After lunch he planned on telling Harry about magic and asking him about Figg. Only then would be decide how to deal with the squib. If she knew, whether she was coerced or not she'd pay. He wasn't a forgiving soul, and had no desire to be one either.

Chapter 18

Not To Lie

Harry looked around the grounds; there were animals outside, ones he couldn't even begin to name. Harry unfortunately couldn't name many animals, he'd never been allowed out of Privet Drive. He knew cats and a few of the different types of cats you could get, thanks to Arabella Figg. Other than that he was clueless, and uneducated. Fortunately he was only five years old, and he would get the chance to make up for the maliciousness of those Harry had grown up around. The place was really big, too big if he had to tend to it. His Aunt always made him do all the garden work, well not just that but the house work too. Harry felt very lost, he had gone from trying to be invisible, and avoid being beaten by doing all his chores on time…to having none, and getting food and also being looked after. Severus never left him on his own, other than bedtime, and he waited until Harry fell asleep. He was waiting in trepidation for the other shoe to drop.

"Sit down Harry," said Severus, making sure to use Harry's name as often as possible. He was still rather shocked by the fact the five year old hadn't known who he was. Lily would be rolling in her grave at the situation Dumbledore had landed her son into, after she'd died to save him. Well it was his turn now, and he'd be damned if he let anything happen to the child. Severus sat on the wooden seat he had in the middle of his garden. He had a lot to discuss with Harry, and it had been extremely difficult to refrain from drugging him with a truth potion. It would make the conversation go smoother, but it wouldn't help Harry trust him. Although he doubted Harry would understand just how it happened for a good couple of years.

Harry immediately sat down where he'd been standing, as though orders had been so drummed into him he didn't need to think about it. Severus didn't even want to think on what else Harry had just done because he'd been ordered to. There was a blanket spread out along with food for Harry to enjoy. Food was probably the best way to get to Harry, to make him trust Severus.

Severus got down on the blanket as well, as much as he hated it, it would be best to make himself none threatening as possible. He made sure he was relaxed and his hands loose, he was an observant man. He'd seen Harry constantly checking his hands, probably no doubt wondering when the first blow would come. Plating up some finger food, he passed it to Harry, knowing he would only be able to eat so much of it. He'd need to give him the potions every day, and decided to give him it at dinner. Which would be at the dining table tonight. The quicker he got both of them into a routine the better it would be for Harry.

"Eat up Harry," said Severus picking at the food himself and eating it, making Harry feel a little more comfortable. He wasn't a man who idled around, but with a child, he realized he was going to have to get used to it. He couldn't keep a child locked up in a manor all the time, especially one that hadn't been anywhere.

Harry sat there eating the fruit that had been placed on the paper plate on his lap. It wasn't just fruit, but small sandwiches, sausages and small party pizzas. It was really nice just sitting outside in the sun. No Petunia scowling at him from the window, waiting on him screwing up. No Vernon breathing down his neck, or Dudley beating him up and undoing his hard work whenever possible. The small wind made him close his eyes; he should just enjoy it while he could.

"Harry, do you remember our rule?" asked Severus after ten minutes of silence, nearly everything on Harry's plate had been eaten. He was really proud of the child, and would have to remember and say something later.

"No lies sir," said Harry immediately.

"That's right, well done," said Severus nodding his head his lips curling at the sides. "It's one of the most important rules in this house. Not just for you, but me as well, you have my word that I will always tell you the truth to any question you ask. Even if you do not believe it yet, and I understand why not. No doubt this is all too much to take in isn't it? You feel as though it's not true and you expect something to happen? I've felt this way as well once upon a time." of course it hadn't been true for him, not completely, his Hogwarts years hadn't been easy but at least there he could give as good as he got. With his father though…he hadn't been able to defend himself, at least until he was seventeen years old and legally an adult. He met Harry's eyes and never looked away, letting the child 'judge' him so to speak.

Then Harry nodded, it was barely there but Severus had seen it. He wasn't sure what they were going to talk about, but it couldn't be good if he was being warned against lying. His mind circled around what Severus could possibly want, but he wasn't prepared for the question that did come from the man's mouth.

"Do you know Mrs. Arabella Figg?" asked Severus keeping a close eye on Harry, he saw the child stiffen and a dark look cross his face. Well obviously Harry knew her, he'd known that, but it wasn't good obviously he hadn't found a safe heaven with the insufferable cat loving squib.

"Yes," Harry replied sombrely.

"Did she know the Dursley's hurt you?" asked Severus.

Harry stared down at his fingers not sure how to answer that question.

"Harry?" said Severus extending his hand, lifting the small face up to meet his. The green eyes were filled with indecision and wariness. He was obviously not ready to talk about what the Dursley's had done to him. Figg was obviously an extension of that, but Severus was determined to get his answers. So he continued on, telling the truth as he'd sworn to Harry he would. Not that he'd lie, he wasn't a man who did, unless the persons name was Voldemort. One had to lie when they were spying otherwise he wouldn't get much spying done now would he? "You will not be punished for answering my questions. I need to know so I know how to deal with her, if she knew she was bad, wrong, and she has to be the one punished." the look of shock on the child's face angered him, did he seriously think they could get away with hurting him as they had?

"Okay, how did you know her? Was she a friend of your aunts?" asked Severus deciding to ask questions, perhaps then he might get answers.

"Yes, she babysat me when they went on holiday or just went out for the day," said Harry quietly.

"They left you when they went on holiday?" asked Severus biting the inside of his lip, as more truth came to light. How many times had the Dursley's gone on holiday? No doubt using the money they'd received to take care of Harry and leaving him behind?

Harry nodded, "Apart from this time, Mrs. Figg got taken into hospital so they had to take me." whispered Harry. There would be one day when Harry thanked his lucky stars it had happened, when he began to love it here at Prince Manor. For if Figg hadn't ended up in hospital with a mild case of Pneumonia - Harry would have remained at Privet Drive.

"How often did Mrs. Figg baby-sit you?" Severus then asked.

"Dudley's birthday, when they went on holiday, or family outs…outing." Harry told him trying to remember what they called it.

"Did she ever help you?" asked Severus getting to the crux of the matter.

"She didn't like me much, I don't know why," said Harry sadly; nobody had liked him so it wasn't something new. "She always looked at me like the Dursley's did, angry and upset. She didn't know I saw it though, she used to make me sit and look at all the pictures of her cats every time I came."

"She saw the way the Dursley's treated you." stated Severus, this wasn't a question he finally had his answer.

"Yes sir," said Harry his voice barely audible.

Then it was official, he was going to kill her, she wasn't going to get away with it. She didn't have to be kept alive like the Dursley's were to avoid Dumbledore's attention. He doubted Dumbledore cared two shits about Figg, or what happened to her. Sooner or later he would realize she wasn't keeping an eye on Harry, which would be the same time he'd find out Harry was no longer at the Dursley's. So there truly wasn't any valid reason to keep her alive. She was in America, plenty of ways to make her death look accidental, especially to the Muggle authorities, and she was in the Muggle world. The magical world had no reason to investigate a squib, even if they were interested. He wondered if Lucius was up for a spot of Muggle hunting, err, justice. She'd understood just why his reputation was so fierce first hand.

"Thank you Harry, I'm very pleased you were honest with me, and at how much you have eaten." said Severus firmly.

"Thank you sir," said Harry shyly, his face turning red at the praise, he wasn't used to it. He was really beginning to like it, being told he was good, it made him feel happy, and made his tummy feel funny. Was this how Dudley felt all the time when his mum said how he was such a good boy. Harry gasped, gazing off into the distance, his green eyes squinting to see it properly.

Severus looked at Harry immediately upon hearing the gasp and saw once again he was squinting. He would have to get the potion made soon, it would only take three hours and his eyesight will be corrected. Looking over he put his arm up, allowing the owl to land on it, smiling at Harry's awe. Removing the letter he turned to the boy, and asked him "Would you like to pet him?"

"Can I?" breathed Harry, it was so beautiful, but he did see the large beak and didn't fancy being bitten.

"Of course," said Severus steadily moving his arm, and the owl near to Harry, his other hand reaching over and petting the owl, letting Harry know it was safe without saying anything. His word didn't mean much right now, and it didn't surprise him. No Harry would have to learn to trust him through his actions.

Harry's small thin fingers, reached out, cautiously at first as he petted the owl. Gasping once again in awe, it was so soft; he'd never left anything like it before in his life. It truly was beautiful, he giggled slightly when the owl nipped at his finger tickling him with its tongue.

Severus continued to watch Harry; he seemed so surprised at the sound that came out of his own mouth. He felt sorrow flash though him, realizing it maybe had been the first time. Harry certainly hadn't had any other reason for him to laugh was there? He swore to himself he'd do anything to hear it again; he'd make Harry's home a happy one.

"His name is Herman, he belongs to my good friend Lucius, would you like to go back to the Manor and get him a treat before he goes home?" asked Severus. He was obviously waiting for a reply anyway, so he would stick around.

"Yes sir!" said Harry quickly, but this time it wasn't out of expectation but excitement.

Flicking his wand he had everything packed away, shrunk and in his pocket. He then spelled some padding on Harry's shoulder, and placed the owl there. He didn't want the owl's claws to dig into Harry, as it would have done. Harry then proceeded to walk very carefully, not moving his shoulder the slightest. His green eyes were twinkling so brightly, showing his exuberance and happiness in a way that was acceptable to him.

"Owls send mail to people in our world Harry," said Severus.

Harry's forehead scrunched up as if he couldn't understand what Severus had just said or implied.

Severus opened the main door and once both of them were in, he closed it behind him securing them within the manors main wards. He summoned an owl treat from his study, passing it to Harry, as Herman flew onto the chair wanting something sturdier to sit on. He hooted his mostly black eyes staring at the treat Severus just given Harry.

"Go on then, he's not going to hurt you," urged Severus as he sat down on the chair, pulling out all the documents Lucius had just sent him. Sitting there giving them a cursory look over, while Harry went over his own lips pulling at the corner. The owl took the treat gently, before gobbling it down hastily. Herman was used to having to take gently, Draco loved feeding and petting him, so they'd had to get a friendly owl. The one they'd had before hadn't been, it was a trained owl and vicious, if anyone tired to get the letters it would find himself without his or her fingers.

"Sit here Harry," said Severus patting at the chair next to him. He'd put it of long enough, Harry had to know about magic, the sooner the better. As well as everything else come to that. He placed a piece of parchment in front of the child, knowing he couldn't read it but doing it nevertheless. "This is a document that means I have guardianship of you, that you cannot be taken away from me by anyone. Do you understand what guardianship means Harry?"

Harry got the gist of what he meant, but didn't actually understand what guardianship meant so shook his head.

"Verbal answer Harry, please." said Severus he didn't like children who nodded or shook their head or mumbled. The students had done all three which was probably another factor in why he disliked the creatures.

"No sir," said Harry wide eyed.

"Being your guardian is looking after you, feeding you, keeping you safe, warm and happy. I have adopted you as my son; I would like it to become more permanent, but its something you need to decide on your own. I know this is still too new for you right now, so I will wait for your decision." said Severus. He was Harry's father in every way, bar biological, which would require a potion, it would only add his blood to James and Lily's but he'd still get the Prince Blood, and become his heir as well as the Potter's one. If he was doing this, he was going to do it right, and the sole heir couldn't be removed from its parent under any circumstances. Harry was going to be the last heir of the Potter and Prince estate, if he had his way anyway.

"Yes sir," said Harry unsure of what else to say he didn't know how the man was able to understand how he felt. What he'd said earlier was spot on, a small part of him wanted to trust him, but the large part just continued to wait for it to all go wrong.

"Alright," said Severus, "The next piece of information I want to share with you. You are magical Harry, just like your parents were, your mother was a witch, and you are a wizard. I am a wizard, your fam…the Dursley's and Figg were jealous of your magic and didn't want you having it. It's nothing to do with you, they are the ones who did wrong and they will pay for it." said Severus, maybe he shouldn't be talking about revenge with the child, but truth be told he wanted Harry to feel he got closure. He hadn't gotten anything close to that, and it probably shaped him into who he was.

Harry so badly wanted to believe him, that there was nothing wrong with him. Unfortunately the beaten part of his brain just stared in disbelief. His eyes were drawn back to the paper, he had a dad now? Was that what Severus was saying? He was promising things Dudley got and took for granted. Did it mean he'd end up like Dudley, staring up at Severus, he realized he wouldn't. This man wasn't anything like Vernon, he was very kind to him, but also had a sense of strictness coming off him. Did he accept it and be happy? Or was it all a trick? He'd try and keep his heart safe and accept each day as it came.

Harry nodded his head once again, but the knowing look of Severus' face made him feel very silly.

"Come Harry," said Severus holding his hand out for the child to take, "I'm going to show you my favourite place in the world. Would you like to see?"

"Yes sir!" said Harry, taking the hand that was another thing; he wasn't used to anyone touching him at least not kindly. He loved and hated how secure it made him feel loved it because of the feelings and hated it because he feared it would end.