The One who Saved Harry Potter

We all know that Harry was horribly abused at the Dursley's. But what if Severus had saved him just after he turned three?


16. Chapter Sixteen

Severus burst into the chamber, Hermione, Ron, and Draco right behind him. He saw the mirror, which had tipped over and broken. He saw flames surrounding the chamber. But none of this mattered, because on the steps, Quirrel and Harry lay. 

Harry appeared unconscious. Quirrel was choking the life out of him. 

Hermione screamed, and Quirrel looked up. A horrible sight met their eyes. 

His face was burned and bleeding. The skin appeared to be peeling off, some crumbling to ask. His turban was unravelling, revealing the face of Voldemort behind it, shrieking orders at Quirrel. 

Severus waved his wand and Quirrel was blasted backwards, off of Harry. Severus waved his wand again, and Quirrel was bound head to toe in thick, black cords. Severus magicked him onto a stretcher and scooped Harry into his arms. 

"We've got to get to the hospital wing." he said curtly. 


Harry woke slowly. He was first aware of the fact that he was very comfortable and warm. As he explored his surrounding, without opening his eyes, the memory of what had happened came back to him. He still didn't open his eyes.

The last thing he remembered before blacking out was Quirrel trying to strangle him. And, as far as he remembered, he had been succeeding. Pondering this, Harry reached a conclusion. 

He was dead. 

That would be why everything was so comfortable. He was in heaven. And the whispering voices of those around him would be those of his family, wouldn't they? Well, Lily and James. And probably his grandparents. 

"Is he alright?" a voice whispered. 

"He's been out for a long time." Another agreed. 

"He's got to wake up soon!" A third, rather hysterical, voice concluded. 

Those were Ron, Hermione's, and Draco's voices! Did this mean they were dead, too?

Harry opened his eyes. He appeared to be in the hospital wing. Not exactly what he thought heaven would look like, but how should he know? He'd never been there before, after all. 

Instantly, he was surrounded. Ron, Hermione, and Draco were closest. Severus was standing next to Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey, a little further back. 

"Harry!" Hermione shrieked in that same, hysterical voice. "Are you alright? What happened? Why would you go without us? We thought you were dead! We-"

"Hermione!" Ron said sharply. "Let the man breath!" 

Harry grinned rather weakly. "Hey." 

His voice was pretty hoarse. It was barely a whisper, but he supposed that was to be expected when someone had just been trying to crush your windpipe. 

Severus stepped forward. "Harry, that was extremely foolish of you." 

"I know." Harry croaked. 

"Why would you go without us?" Hermione asked again, though in a calmer voice. 

Harry shrugged. "I didn't want to put you guys in danger." 

"You are extremely lucky that Quirrel did not get the Stone." Severus said sternly. 

Harry touched his pocket under the blankets. The Stone was still there. 

"Minerva is attempting to remove it from the mirror as we speak." Severus continued. 

"She won't be able to." Harry croaked. He wished they would stop talking; it hurt rather a lot to speak. 

"What do you mean?" Draco asked sharply. "Quirrel didn't get it, right?" 

Harry shook his head, and pulled the Stone out of his pocket. "I did." 

Dumbledore stepped forward. "Harry, may I have that please?" 

Harry handed it over. "What are you going to do with it?"

"Nicholas and I talked, and we decided that, once it had been removed from the mirror, we would destroy it." Dumbledore explained. 

"What?" Harry tried to yell, but it didn't work. His voice just got hoarser as he sat up. "But then he'll die, won't he?" 

"Yes, he will die." Dumbledore smiled softly. "But when you've lived for almost seven hundred years, dying will just seem like going to sleep after a very, very long day." 

Harry lay back down. 

"Your throat's going to be sore for a while." Severus informed him. "I would advise not speaking much until it is better. We will help it along, of course, with some potions, but still." 

Harry shrugged. "Okay." 

Severus shook his head. "That was extremely foolish, Harry."

Harry grinned. "You've said that already."


February, March, April, and May seemed to fly by disturbingly fast. Before Harry knew it, exams were over, and the end of the year was approaching. 

"What are we going to do over the summer?" Harry asked, sitting in Severus's office one day. "Go to Spinner's End, or stay here?" 

Severus hesitated. "Which would you prefer?"

Harry shrugged. "We spent all that time last summer cleaning up Spinner's End, we should spend some time there. And then we could invite Ron, Hermione, and Draco over sometimes." 

Severus smiled slightly. "Very well. Then you shall need to pack with your friends." 

Harry stood. "It'll feel weird, the summer." Harry said. "No classes, no homework, no near-death experiences with Voldemort, no teachers..." 

Severus rolled his eyes. "Go pack." 

Harry grinned, and left the office. 


"Goodbye, Harry." Hermione said, hugging him, and almost crying. "Have a good summer."

"Hermione, are you crying?" Harry asked, laughing lightly. "I'll see you in two months. Probably earlier, if Dad let's me invite you over." 

Hermione gave a watery smile. "Yes, I suppose so."

"See you, mate." Ron said, clapping Harry on the back. 

"Yeah, see you." Draco said. 

Harry smiled and waved as they boarded the train, and as it pulled out of the station, until it turned and disappeared from sight. Then he walked down to Severus's office. 

"Hey, Dad." he said. "Are we ready to go?" 

"Yes." Severus said. "I should tell you; one of the house-elves that work in the Hogwarts kitchens belongs to be, and she wants to come with us over the summer. Her name is Izzy. She's very polite, but... have you ever seen a house-elf before?"

"Yes." Harry nodded. "I've snuck down to the kitchens several times." 

"Good." Severus nodded. 

"Izzy is a surprisingly... normal name for house-elves." Harry seemed to just be thinking aloud. "Draco's is called Dobby, and some old witch died when her elf supposedly poisoned her cocoa, and the elf's name was something like Hokey. And Mr. Crouch has one named Winky."

"Yes, well..." Severus said. 

"I like Izzy better than all of those, though." Harry continued. "It just seems... nicer. I dunno, I'm just thinking aloud." 

Severus smiled slightly. "You have your trunk?" 

Harry nodded. "I brought it down earlier."

"Then let us go." Severus stepped over to the fireplace and handed Harry a pot full of powder. Harry grabbed a pinch and stepped into the fireplace. 

"Spinner's End!" he shouted, throwing down the powder. 

He emerged out of a fireplace into the house he and Severus had spent hours fixing up, and making just generally a more pleasant place to be in. 

Severus emerged behind him. 

"Which room should I sleep in?" Harry asked. 

Severus levitated Harry's trunk and led the way upstairs. 

"I had this one prepared for you." he said, opening the door. 

The room was large, with big windows overlooking the backyard, which had been transformed from a forest of weeds into a nice, large lawn, big enough to fly in. There was a four-poster bed just like the one at Hogwarts, a small wooden nightstand, and a handsome oak wardrobe. 

"It's amazing!" Harry grinned. 

Severus set the trunk down on the bed. 

"You should unpack your things." he said. "I'm just on my way to do the same."

After Severus left, Harry opened his trunk and began to unpack. Although he loved Hogwarts, he was looking forward to an awesome summer. 


Well, it's over! There will be a sequel called Watch Your Back, and I'll post it as soon as I can. I have to check my chromebook back into the school tomorrow, though, and I don't get it back until September, so it might be a little longer wait between updates of any of my stories; my dad and brother spend a lot of time on the computer, so I almost never get a turn. But anyway, I hope you enjoyed the story, and thank you so much to all of you that stuck with me to the end, voted, and commented. 

And now, for my new sign off... 

Tick tick boom. 

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