Not in my Job Description

Chapter Tw0

Snape stormed through the castle. Children swarmed away like fish not wanting to be squished, house points were decreasing rapidly and detentions were getting out of control and Snape's anger only increased as he played out everything he would do to Albus Dumbledore.

At the gates of Hogwarts he apparated to Privet Drive, Little Whinging where he searched the street for number 4 and thats where he saw her, Petunia Evans, a woman he's loathed for most his life, the boy-who-lived was with her! Albus is out of his mind!

"Hello Tunny" Snape sneered behind the woman unloading her shopping from the car a little boy-pig stood next to her. With a yelp 'Tunny' turned round to see Severus glowering down at her.

"You-you what are you doing here!" Petunia stepped backwards hitting her back of off the car "what do you want" her voice was shaky.

"I am looking for a one Harry Potter. He seems to have been left for you to be taking care of?" Snape looked at her mockingly.

"He's not here!" now the boy-pig looked concerned, why was his mother acting like this to this strange robed man?

"Clearly not Petunia but where is he?" Snape was now glaring daggers, impatient of the Petunia's antics, "Where is he" Snape questioned, no demanded.

"In the house" Snape raised an eyebrow "under the stairs" she cried as she crouched and wove her arms around her obese son forgetting about the shopping.

Snape slammed open the door after a quick 'Alohomora' and spotted the locks on the cupboard under the stairs another 'Alohomora' and the locks jumped open and there under the stairs in a little cupboard was a dirty little boy who's body looked too boney and weak with big wide eyes staring fearfully at him. This was Harry Potter? A mistreated boy under the stairs in a little cupboard, everything Albus had told him were lies, Harry Potter was happy he said was living a great life he said, well if Albus saw him now. No longer was Snape going to drop off the Potter boy to Albus, no he was going to look after him himself, others be damned!

Snape outstretched his arm to the malnourished boy but he retreated when the boy flinched. "Potter" Snape said quietly "take my hand" and reluctantly the boy did, Snape then grasped his hand and gently pulled the boy to his feet and led him out of the cupboard one step at a time. "Batman?" the boy whispered looking up hopefully at the crouching bat like man, Snape was confused "no Potter I am not 'Batman'" Potter didn't react well to this and began weeping, begging for the bat-man to let him go, Snape was in a panic so he lifted this boy up into his arms, sitting him on his hip and rushed out the house, giving one last cold glare and sneer at the horse faced woman before he apparited himself and the struggling boy out of Little Whinging.