An Unusual Home

    Snape watched as the boys ran around the place. The food on the table long forgotten. Snape would have thought Harry would have been tired, but he wasn't. Snape shook his head and boxed up the dinner that was forgotten, placing the remnants in the fridge. Cleaning the mess he made for dinner easily by using magic. Maybe this could be something? A old Professor with two students who he will now care for.

Snape remember what he had seen not even a few hours ago, Harry's abuse. Snape thought about how someone could treat a child like that. It hurt Snape. He dealt with a messed up childhood, but not that messed up. Snape sat on the couch thinking about what these boys could mean for him.

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Harry and found the box of bandaids before Draco could get them away from him. Harry had the bandaid in his hand and tackled Draco to the ground. It didn't hurt much, Harry was basically skin and bone. Both boys were smiling and laughing. Harry put the bandaid over a part of Draco's eyebrow where he had a small scar. Harry got off Draco and smiled at him work.

"I can't believe you got me." Draco sighs out.

"I told you I would." Harry beams.

Draco hadn't realized where Harry put the bandaid until he reached up to where it was. Draco didn't talk about that one. Draco suddenly stopped laughing and smiling.

"Draco?" Harry asked, stepping towards Draco. Harry didn't know if he did something wrong.

"It's nothing Harry." Draco puts on a fake smile. One an older sibling would give their younger sibling when they were hurt.

Harry knew that it wasn't nothing. "You want to see one of my scars?" Harry didn't wait for confirmation before turning around and lifting up some of his hair, showing off a small but thick white scar.

"How'd you get that?" Draco had reached out to touch it, gently tracing the raised skin.

"My uncle hit me with a belt when I got in trouble at school." Harry slightly tensed at the touch, but was quick to relax. Harry was traumatized from the event, but over time he was able to talk about what happened.

Draco looked pissed. He hadn't expected Harry to have ever been hurt like that. "I'm going to kill him." Draco had growled out angrily. Sure Draco treated Harry like he was a piece of gun stuck to his shoe, but in the day Harry has been here he's learned that maybe he was an git the entire time.

Harry turned back around. "There's no need to do it. I was a bad kid. Bad kids get punished." Harry stated, it was probably something he was told as a kid.

Draco looked at Harry sadly. "So if my dad had done that to me because I broke something, it would be okay?" Draco asked. Abused children often got conditioned to think they deserved what happened to them.

"What! No! Of course not! I just didn't learn from my mistakes." Harry looked at Draco. He wasn't abused. He deserved what happened. Right?

"Harry, that's abuse. You didn't deserve that." Draco looked at Harry, hoping Harry would understand what he was saying. Harry didn't respond. "My dad went to prison over the summer and before he did he chased me. I ended up falling and hitting my head against a rock. He threatened to hurt me more, then Snape found my father dragging me crying." So that's how Draco got that scar.

"I'm sorry, Draco." Harry sounded sad for his newly acquired friend.

"I'm sorry, Harry." Draco also sounded sad for Harry.

The both looked at each other. They heard Snape sit on the couch. The two walked over to the end of the hall and looked at Snape. Snape was out cold. The boys looked at each other and smiled. Draco grabbed the bandaids box and Harry slowly sat next to Snape. Harry didn't know what a Dark Mark was so when he rolled up Snape's sleeve, he just thought it was a tattoo.

"Draco look!" Harry whisper yelled. "Snape has a tattoo!"

Draco was stunned for a second. He didn't know what to say to Harry. "I didn't think he'd have a tattoo." Draco took one of the bandaids and placed it over the tattoo, covering the majority of it up. "Where should we put the next one?" Both looked at Snape, searching for any form of scar.

"Here." Harry grabbed a bandaid and pointed at a small cut on Snape's jaw. Harry slowly and delicately put on the bandaid, trying to not wake up Snape. Snape had lightly stirred, but didn't wake up. Harry sighed a breath of relief.

"Accio Camera." Draco whispered. This was too funny to not take a picture of. Snape asleep with a unicorn bandaid on his jaw, Draco with one on his eyebrow, and Harry with one in his scar. Draco stood behind the couch.

Harry chuckled looking at the camera with his bandaid easily seen. There was a light flash and the boys looked frightened thinking they woke up their caretaker. They turned to look at Snape. Surprisingly he hadn't woken up. The both had to hold back their laughter as they left the room with their cameras and went to Draco's room. Draco had more things than Harry, but Harry didn't comment. As soon as the door closed Harry and Draco bursted out laughing. They couldn't contain themselves anymore. Harry held a hand out to see the picture. Seeing the picture only made Harry laugh more. Showing the picture to Draco, Draco started to laugh more as well.

Harry stopped laughing first. He was still giggling though. Harry looked at Draco with a smirk. Harry jumped onto Draco's bed, taking up most of it.

"Get out my bed." Draco stood in front of Harry.

"How about no?" Harry giggled out.

"You asked for this." Draco flopped onto Harry. Laying on top of him.

"Draco," Harry groaned out. "You're heavy." Harry groaned. "Get off meee."

"How about no?" Draco teased. Draco started to laugh. "I'll get off if you promise to not take eup more than half my bed."

"Fine promise."

Draco flopped onto his back and got off of Harry. Taking up half the bed Draco let himself relax in the bed.

Harry turned himself so he took up the other half of the bed. "This was fun Draco." Harry was getting tired and closed his eyes.

"Mhm." Draco hummed out. Draco's eyes were already closed.

Harry was the first to fall asleep. Followed by Draco a few seconds after.

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When Snape woke up he found it odd he was on the couch, he had slumped over in the night. Snape ran a hand down his face. He felt something that wasn't there the night before, but he knew what it was. "Harry!"

What is next for young Harry?