Title: Story Bunny 01 – 1/?
Pairing: None yet
Warnings: None yet
Disclaimer: Nope, doesn’t belong to me. I only play with them a bit.
Summary: This is AU, a third year fic. Snape mentors Harry fic, and yes it is an abused Harry fic. I know it’s overdone, but… I don’t know, I just can’t help it. Anyway, I hope to bring some elements to make it interesting and even though some of the ideas I’m using have been thought and used by others copying was never intended. So if this is in any way similar to your fic or other you have read I meant no disrespect. E-mail me with the name of the fic and I’ll check it out to keep from going that way.
By the way Harry starts this story when he is still 12 years old and just back from Hogwarts after dealing with the Chamber of Secrets.
Running, he just had to keep running, they were almost upon him, and he could not believe how they had managed to keep up with him. They usually could not, but either, they had a better physical condition this year or he was in bad shape. Probably the later, Dudley, and his gang were FAR from the sports type, and even if he had just been back for only a week, it had not been good for him. He looked back, and saw Piers gaining on him. Harry saw the street light ahead was red, maybe he could manage to cross the street before it was green, keeping his pursuers on that side of the street long enough for him to find other means of escape.
Harry pushed himself to go faster; he needed to reach the street before the light turned green. But he was already winded and had a stitch on his side, he was not going to make it as he saw it turn green, with no time to think he decided to cross the street to his right, the one that just got the red light. It was a split second decision and he veered sharply as he was almost on the corner. By all rights, the cars on the street to his right should have already stopped, but he was not counting on an irresponsible driver, it was too late when he saw the car’s headlights. The boy did not even have the time to raise a protective arm before he was hit and sent flying several feet. The driver did not even try to break and just kept going, not stopping to see if the boy needed help.
When Dudley say what happened he called back Piers, who seemed a bit concerned and was on his way to check if Harry was alive. It was one thing to have some fun bullying and hitting Big D’s cousin, but it was quite another to get the boy killed. The huge boy was not interested, in fact, he was sure if the car had indeed killed the freak it would not be a big loss. He was not wanted at home, his father would probably celebrate that they were finally rid of him.
“Let’s go home guys,” the fat boy told them.
“Dudley he’s just been run over!” Piers protested. “You can’t just leave!”
“Watch me, good riddance if that crazy driver got him. Now let’s go, if he’s still alive I don’t want the police finding out he’s my cousin.”
There were not many people on the street, but there was one black clad man that had been following them since they passed the alley where he was two blocks back. He had watched and heard everything as he quickly made his way to the boy, a small group of people had already gathered and he could see someone had a mobile phone out, probably calling for an ambulance. He reached the crumpled child and