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Assistant: Title: Severitus
        Author: Egyptian_Chuuya365 Egyptian_Chuuya365 
        Chapter: 1/20 
        Summary: Basically Harry gets sent to Spinner's end to live with Snape after he runs away from the dursleys and breaks the blood wards because I love to make him miserable -I do NOT support JK Rowling this is for the fanbase-this is my first fiction bare with me + Egyptian Snape because I have a love hate relationship with being Egyptian and am obsessed w my country-I accept constructive criticism because I'm NOT a writer and English isn't my first languageEnjoy!
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    Privet Drive had always been a prison for Harry Potter. Even before the bars on his window and the locks on his door, the house had felt like a place where sunlight failed to reach. It wasn’t the shadows, though — it was the way the Dursleys spoke his name like it was something dirty.This summer, though, things had gone terribly wrong even by his standards.The storm in Harry’s chest had been building for days. Aunt Marge’s words stung like open sores. “The boy’s just like his father — shiftless, ungrateful — a bad seed!” Her booming voice echoed even now in his mind, feeding the fire inside him.He hadn’t meant to let it out.The aftermath was a blur of screams, broken glasses, and Marge floating helplessly as though helium had replaced bone and blood. Dudley had squawked like a chicken; Uncle Vernon had bellowed. Harry only remembered grabbing his trunk and running, the cool night air bracing him as he stumbled onto Magnolia Crescent with his heart pounding like a war drum.It was not the Knight Bus or the Ministry of Magic that intercepted him. It was a crow.Harry Potter first noticed the bird as he stopped by a row of hedges, catching his breath under a streetlamp. It perched on a low branch, its dark eyes sharp and assessing. It was larger than any crow he’d seen before — feathers so black they gleamed blue in the dim light. A strange chill ran through Harry as the bird cawed softly.A hand gripped his shoulder.Harry spun, his wand flying to his fingers — but Severus Snape’s thin, pale face loomed above him, his hand firm and unrelenting. Harry’s heart dropped into his stomach.“You,” Harry whispered.“Language, Potter,” Snape sneered, his dark eyes narrowing. “Already threatening hexes, are we?”“I wasn’t — I mean—”Snape’s fingers tightened. “What in Osiris’ name do you think you’re doing, running about the streets like a vagabond?” His voice was soft, dangerous, and filled with a fury Harry couldn’t place.Harry stammered. “I — I didn’t have anywhere else to go—”Snape’s lip curled, but there was something unreadable in his gaze. He looked over Harry’s head, scanning the street. The crow on the branch let out a soft kraah, and Snape’s grip on Harry eased.“Come,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.“Where?”“My house,” Snape replied flatly.Harry froze. “What? Why would I go there?”“Because,” Snape said, his voice sharp as a blade, “you’ll hardly be safer anywhere else. The Headmaster has entrusted me with your care, and much as I abhor the arrangement, I have no intention of leaving you to your own devices. Now move, before I lose my patience.”Severus Snape’s home was not what Harry had imagined.He had pictured something dark and cold, with shadows pressing against the windows like ghosts, but the house they arrived at was nothing like Spinner’s End or any other dreary nightmare.Instead, it was alive with the scent of strange herbs and warm spices. The walls were a soft, earthen brown, and shelves filled with carved statues and colorful jars lined the room. Candles burned low, casting flickering shadows of a carved serpent motif on the walls.In the corner, a black cat watched them both with bright, golden eyes.“That’s Sekhmet,” Snape said shortly. “She bites.”Harry blinked as the cat’s gaze pinned him in place. “Oh.”A rustling overhead made him look up — and there,perched on a high wooden beam, was the crow from earlier.“And that,” Snape muttered as he hung his cloak on a peg, “is Khepri. Don’t bother him. He’s temperamental.”The crow cawed once, almost in greeting, before it tucked its head beneath its wing.“Sit.” Snape gestured to a low table surrounded by cushions. “And don’t touch anything.”The silence between them stretched uncomfortably. Harry kept his eyes on the table, but his mind raced. Why was Snape doing this? Was Dumbledore behind it? What if Snape was planning to—“Stop thinking so loudly, Potter.”Harry’s eyes snapped up. “I wasn’t—”“You were.” Snape’s fingers twitched as he poured two cups of tea, the steam curling between them. His hand lingered over the cup for a moment longer than necessary.Harry frowned. “Why would you—”“Because the Headmaster is under the misguided belief that you need protection,” Snape interrupted. His tone grew colder. “Apparently, your family is unfit for the task.” His lip curled. “Not that I’m surprised.”Harry’s jaw tightened. He wanted to argue, but the truth of Snape’s words was a heavy weight in his chest.Instead, he changed the subject. “What kind of magic is this?” He gestured to the room around them. The air felt different here — thicker, almost alive.Snape’s dark eyes flicked toward him. “Egyptian.”Harry stared.“Do not look so gormless, Potter. Magic did not begin and end with Britain’s wizards.”“I didn’t say it did!”Snape snorted softly, muttering under his breath in a language Harry didn’t understand. The words rolled like sand against stone — harsh and ancient.“What was that?”“None of your concern,” Snape snapped. He set his tea down, the cup clinking sharply against the saucer. “You will learn soon enough, if you pay attention for once in your life.”'
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