Whelp II The Wrath of Snape

the puddings, too, disappeared, and the Headmaster rose again. The whole room quieted, with nary a clink of silver or a cough or a giggle. 'Just another few words now that we are all fed and watered,' he said. 'I have a few start of term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember

that as well.' Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Gryffindor table, and there was some soft laughter from those students.

'I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.'

With a twitch, Harry's gaze was drawn to a sudden movement near the back entrance to the Great Hall, where a lank haired man with a ferocious scowl stood, holding a large cat in his arms. Mr. Filch. Oh, no. He could feel the trembles start in his arms and legs, even before his gaze connected with that of the man who had grabbed him and hurt him and threatened to put him back in chains. All he saw in the man's face was hate so raw it made him scoot back as far as he could into his chair.

Father's arm was around him a second later, and his head was bent low over Harry's head. 'It's all right,' he whispered, but there was a thread of suppressed rage in Father's voice that made Harry more fearful than comforted. 'Harry, it's all right; he won't hurt you. I'll make sure of it.'

Harry shook his head, even as Dumbledore continued, unaware of the drama playing out behind him, 'Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that for the next two months, the lakeshore is off limits to students, while our Squid recovers from a nasty bout of appendage fragmentation.'

'Wanna go, Daddy,' Harry pleaded, burrowing his face in his father's robes. Mr. Filch was going to kill him, or string him up in chains and beat him, he just knew it. 'Wanna go home.'

'I know, I know. Just a minute more, Harry, I'm sorry.'

Dumbledore had turned around at last, and was saying, '--introduce to you our new Potions Master, Professor Severus Snape. I hope you make him and his son, Harry, very welcome here. Professor Snape will also be the Head of Slytherin House.'

There was a scatter of applause, mainly from the Slytherin table, but Harry barely heard it. His face was held close against Father's chest, and the arms around him were strong, as he let Father hold him, in front of everyone. Father half rose from his seat and gave a short bow, before pulling Harry fully into his lap as he sat back down.

'Hush, now, Harry. I'm here,' he kept murmuring. 'I will always protect you.'

His hands tightened their grip in Father's robes, though, and after only a few moments more, like he promised, Father lifted him up and carried him through the door nearest the head table.

Father was the only in the world who had ever saved him.

Harry had to trust him to keep him safe.

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A/N: Whelp II -- The Wrath of Snape is finally here! This tale will follow Harry and Snape as they both start life at Hogwarts, with lots of exciting explorations, achievements, and tons of things that can go wrong when you throw a magically gifted 7 year old into a super magic playhouse.

Thanks to everyone who's read and reviewed through out Whelp's development! I hope you enjoy this book, too.

*Chapter 2*: Chapter 2

Whelp II -- The Wrath of Snape

By jharad17

Chapter Two