Discoveries ~ SS & HP ~ PG-13

Title: Discoveries
Author: [personal profile] lilyseyes
Pairing: Severus Snape / Harry Potter
Word Count: 100 x 9
Rating : PG-13
Challenge: [community profile] harry100 Prompt 336: Desperate
Warnings: * AU, Harry is seven, mentions of child abuse/neglect*
Summary: Severus meets a child in need – what does he do now?
Part of the Worthy Child Series
Disclaimer: JKR owns the Potterverse – I just play in it. No money is made from these amateur works.

Harry jumped when the door slammed shut and he started to back away, desperate to get away from the house and the Dursleys. There was nothing in there he wanted, nothing that belonged to him.


Severus' quiet voice stopped him as Harry stepped into the street. Turning around, Harry saw the hand Severus extended to him.

“I want you to come home with me, if you are willing,” Severus told him. “I may not be the kindest person, but I believe I can do better than those people.”

Tears welled up in Harry's eyes, could Severus really want him?

Stepping towards Severus, Harry reached out his hand. "You don't think I'm abnormal?"

Severus' eyes looked like his aunt's before she would slap him. "I believe you are a gifted little boy who deserves better than you've gotten. You are not abnormal."

Harry saw anger in Severus' eyes, but not toward Harry, easing his desperation. "You really want me?"

"Yes." Severus watched as Harry took his hand and then drew him closer. "I'm going to pick you up, all right?"


Harry couldn't remember being held and wasn't sure what to do.

"Hold on, this is going to feel funny."

Not liking the squeezing feeling, Harry buried his face in Severus' neck and swallowed hard, desperate not to sick up. One arm was wrapped around his legs and a hand rubbed his back, making Harry feel better. He lifted his head, looking around curiously. Severus carried him into a large sitting room with a huge fireplace and set him down beside a sofa.

"Max!" Severus called.

Harry continued to look around, marveling at the beautiful furniture and flickering candles everywhere. A pop sounded next to him and Harry swung around in fear, his hands going up to protect his head.

The little green man who appeared was about as tall as he was and Harry felt a little silly for being scared.

"Harry, this is Max, he's a house-elf and runs the house," Severus told him as he sat down.

Harry nodded, desperately trying to swallow the sudden lump in his throat. This—Max was going to tell him what his chores were. Tears pricked his eyes, the house seemed very big and Harry wondered how long it would take him to clean it.

"Little Master is hungry?" Max asked in a squeaky voice.

Blinking rapidly, Harry nodded his head.

"Harry?" Severus had spread the handful of papers out on a low table. "What's the matter?"

Harry rubbed at his eyes, angry at himself. "Can I eat before cleaning?" His stomach grumbled to remind him how hungry he was.

Severus frowned, making Harry desperately afraid he was mad.

"What cleaning?"

"The chores I have to do to eat?"

With a sigh, Severus wrapped a hand around his arm, drawing him toward the couch. "Harry, you aren't to clean anything. That's the house-elves job and they'd be upset if you didn't let them do it."

"How will I earn my keep?"

Severus reached over and lifted Harry, setting him down on the sofa. "Harry, you're a little boy. You should worry about keeping your room clean and doing well in school, not trying to earn your keep!"

Sitting stiffly on the unfamiliar furniture, Harry stared at Severus. "But, my relatives said I was a burden—"

"No!" Severus looked angry again. "You aren't a burden and your relatives were very wrong to say that!"

Another pop and Max set a tray on the table, leaving with a bow. Harry realized he had another desperate need.

"Can I use the loo, please?"

Harry washed his hands and smoothed his fringe over his scar, before going back to the sitting room. Severus had set out bowls of stew, warm bread, and a glass of milk. Sitting on the floor, Harry stared for a moment, not able to belief it was his to eat.

Severus nudged his arm, pointing at Harry's bowl with his spoon. Smiling, Harry dipped his spoon into the stew and took a tentative bite. His eyes grew wide – the stew was warm! Harry forced himself to eat slowly, instead of the desperate rush when he'd gotten anything at his relatives.

Taking one last bite of his pudding, Harry sat his spoon down with a sigh. His stomach had never felt so full and Harry didn't want to make himself sick. When he looked up at Severus, he found the man watching him closely. Too comfortable and sleepy to be careful, Harry reached out and patted Severus' arm.

"Thank you for letting me eat," he said, yawning.

Severus gave him a little smile. "You needn't thank me for feeding you."

Harry smiled, his eyes falling on the papers stacked on the table. "Do you think my parents' names are in there?"

"You don't know your parents' names?" Severus asked him in a funny voice.

Harry shook his head. "My aunt got really angry if I asked anything about them. She said they were drunks who died when my dad crashed our car." He pointed at his forehead. "It's what gave me the scar and she said I should of died, too."

Severus made a desperate sound, but Harry's eyes were too heavy to stay open. He felt a warm hand on his head and fingers sweep his fringe to the side. A finger tip traced the lightning bolt shape.

"Oh, Harry."


Poor Harry. Thank goodness for Severus!
*hugs you* Thanks! :)
*snuggles Harry* Now how is Severus going to keep Harry? I mean I know he got the 'papers' from Vernon but does that actually make it legal?
Determination goes a long way! :)