Chapter 7
Snape scowled as he knocked on the door. Of course that spoiled brat would live in such a large apartment. He probably isn't even blind! Just made up the story to seem even more special. His thoughts were cut off by the door opening, and a slim boy with sunglasses slipped out, calling over his shoulder, "I'll be back before dark, dad!"
Snape stared. The boy looked nothing like James. He was tall, for one. Snape very much remembered that James never seemed to grow out of his 160cm height. Harry was already well on his way to being 156 cm. His hair was tamed and even curled in some places, like the nape of his neck. He wore a white tank top (it was a hot day), and a pair of jeans with a school bag slung over his back. He could see the faint white lines of what Snape sincerely hoped was not self harm scars on his arms, and an old leather watch was wrapped around his wrist. He was also quite muscular, in a lean way. In fact, he'd almost convinced himself he'd knocked on the wrong door until the boy turned around and smiled. "Hello sir!"
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The moment they reached the Leaky Cauldron, people started to swarm Harry. Well, he assumed they were people, because there were a lot of hands. Either that or some 50-handed monster was trying to kidnap him. This was bad because A. he didn't know where Snape was, B. He did not have infinite patience like his father, and C. His ears were starting to get sensory overload. So, he raised his voice. "GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" the entire place fell silent and the hands started to retreat. "Right, I'm blind, so I don't know why there's like 100 people trying to touch me like I'm a lucky charm. Care to explain before I lose all my patience and start chucking people off a cliff?"