Chapter Text
Distress Signal by Tenshi_oni
Inside a small cupboard under the stairs sat five year old Harry Potter.
“one, two, three…four” Harry sighed as he counted the spiders on the roof of his cupboard.
His stomach was growling again, he hadn’t been allowed to eat at all yesterday because he didn’t get done with his chores before Vernon came home from work.
There were two cuts on his right cheek , a bruise on his left, and his face along with the oversized clothes he was wearing were still dirty from weeding the garden the day before. When Vernon got home and saw he was not finished, he was dutifully angry.
***Flashback***
“BOY!!” A red faced hulk of a man named Vernon Dursley yelled at his nephew. “Didn’t I tell you to be done with that before I got home?!”
“Yes uncle Vernon, I’m sorry,” Harry said quietly with his head bowed.
“You damn little FREAK, what have you been doing all day Huh? You been lazyin’ about eatin’ me out of house and home haven’t ya!!” Vernon grabbed Harry roughly from the ground and shock him repeatedly, “Answer me BOY!”
“n-n-n-no sir uncle ver-Vernon!” Tears began to run down little Harry’s cheeks. Vernon threw Harry back on the ground, Harry’s face cutting on some of the briers he had pulled from the garden.
"Don’t you lie to me, You worthless little creature! All that I give you and you can’t even do the simple things I ask! Pathetic!” Snatching Harry from the ground again Vernon pushed him inside the house.
“Hold out your hands freak”
“Please…no, don’t, I‘m sorry, sor-”
“SHUT UP!! Hold them out I say!” Harry held out his hands, cut and slightly bleeding from his garden work. Vernon took off his belt and started to give mighty whips to Harry’s poor hands.
“AHHH haa …stop, no more, I’m SORRY,AHHH, stop….please!!” Harry quickly pulled his hands back before Vernon could get in another hit.
“How dare you pull away from me!! I’ll give you something to cry about!” Vernon then pushed Harry to the ground and began pulling his pants down.
“NO, NO, …..quit it! Stop!” Harry struggled kicking his short little legs as much as he could.
Vernon slapped him so hard, he began seeing stars. Once the pants came off Vernon began beating Harry with the belt on his bare butt.
***End Flashback***
Because Harry had struggled so much, the hits had gotten all over him. His left side had a bruise that was shaped like the buckle on Vernon’s belt and he could barely stand. At least no-one had bothered him today. Even his fat cousin Dudley stayed away because his father told him Harry was sick and Dudley would catch whatever freak disease he had if he so much as cracked the door to the cupboard open.
He had slept most of the day away due to the fact that he was unconscious.
‘I wish someone would just take me far away from here and love like Dudley is loved and not call me a freak or boy all the time. I hate those names!’
“ Someone please rescue me.”
Harry knew it was really late and any little boy should be sleeping by now, but he just couldn’t for some reason. Something felt off…different somehow.
Harry sighed again, he really did wish some prince would come for him and rescue him from the Dursleys like in the fairy tales he heard Petunia reading Dudley.
He turned to look out the small window behind him.
A flash of black passed by the window in the blink of an eye.
“Hey, what was that?!” Blinking rapidly, Harry moved closer to the window.
A large shadow was stretching across the street. It looked very menacing, shrouding everything in its path with darkness. Harry tapped lightly on the window with a small finger.
The shadow suddenly stopped it movement across the street. Harry tapped a gain on the window. The shadow began moving towards his house with lightning speed. Gasping, Harry leaned away from the window.
Stopping just out of view beside Harry’s window the shadow began to shrink. Whatever it was began bending down to the height of the window.
Slowing his breathing, his voice cracking, Harry whispered, “ Wh... who’s there?”
~HP/SS~
Severus Snape was frustrated. Three hundred years and he has yet to meet anyone worthy to be his mate. Oh, he has had many partners, but none he could tolerate for more than a few years. His longest, and most recent, lover had been Bernard Winston. An Italian beauty with lush dark brown hair complemented by chocolate colored eyes that one could drown in and of course, a lithe muscled body with a sculptured smooth, wonderfully arched, neck that simply begged bitten. Severus thought Bernard would be his chosen, but alas, that changed the night he caught his lover in his bed with another man. Severus Snape does NOT share! After draining dry the idiot that Bernard dared to betray him with, Severus kicked Bernard out and went to his clan leader to ask for time off his usual duties, making poisons and healing slaves, to search for a mate. Lord Voldemont had graciously given him a year away from the clan to find his love and suggested that Severus start looking at his place of origin.
So here he was, back in England. Thousands of miles he had traveled from the secluded little Island of his clan, about 60miles from the coast of Spain.
Snorting, Severus looked around him and spotted a hotel/bar , The Three Broomsticks, and headed inside. After getting a key and drink Severus headed up to his room. His few possessions unpacked, Severus closed the blinds on the windows. The sun might not kill vampires as some legends say, but too much intake of the sun’s rays lead to horrible headaches. Taking out one of the blood bottles he brought from home, Severus quickly drained it and went to sleep.
Waking up Severus knew it was way past sundown and time to re-acquaint himself with his birth-land Surrey. Severus was walking down the empty street when he remembered a park he use to visit in the town of Little Whining. The quietness of the road calmed him somewhat and he hoped he wouldn’t run into anyone else. Though the possibility of that happening was small, after all, it was almost 2:00AM.
Severus was starting to get a bit hungry, he didn’t really feel like chasing someone down just for snack. The call of blood was strong, but it was comforted by the knowledge that he had plenty of bottles left before he would have to hunt back at the hotel.
Looking around he noticed an area of houses that were exactly the same, there was a sign hanging on a gate that over looked the houses.
'Private Drive? These houses must have been built within the last few decades , because I do not remember them being here on my last visit to Little Whining.’
Jumping on top of one of the roofs Severus bean walking through Private Drive hoping from rooftop to rooftop.
All of a sudden his vampire hearing picked up on three light tapping sound. He paused, waiting to see if he could hear it again. Again the three taps came
‘There it is again, sounds like tapping on a window. Has someone seen me?’
Quickly, Severus rushed to the origin of the sound. ‘It’s coming from Number 4.’ As he neared the house Severus began picking up on the scent of fear, youth, and male.
‘Ahhhh, so a little boy is up past his bedtime hmm? Maybe I will get my snack early, there is nothing sweater than the innocent blood of a child.’ Thought Severus licking his lips.
As he jumped down from the roof to stand beside the window, his back against the brick of the house, he heard a quite delicious little voice ask,
“ Wh... who’s there?”
AN: Hello everyone, this is my first time actually posting my work…YAY me! Please review and tell me if like the start of my fic. Constructive criticism is welcomed. I also need a beta reader if anyone would like to volunteer…PLEASE??