In which a second baby was left on the front-step of number 4 privet drive and, really, how was Harry meant to know it was a Horcrux?

Just another Snape rescues Harry from the Dursley's and bonds with him. Essentially: a typed cliche. Hurt, comfort, Voldemort and the mental connection. Canonical abuse, mostly in character. I read them all, none of them were perfect for me. So I started writing one.

A fair afternoon it was- clear and bright and warm- but the worst often were. The storm would rage in the days to come, washing tendrils of crimson down the seams of the flagstones. Fat, beady drops of water would collide with the stone nooks, creeping to that very spot where Severus Snape now stood, though they would only find absence.

Harry does not remember a life without Them, though one surely existed. Snapping at his heels, slinking from the shadows at his every turn. They are littered through the streets of London, stalking the boy as if the world depends on his capture. When a man finally corners him, Harry is revealed a world beyond the alleyways where he sleeps. A world that he cannot outrun.

Lives weigh heavy on the soul. For some, it fractures, the shards frantic for a new home. For others, it crumbles slowly under the pressure. A darker take on Harry Potter, 6th year and beyond. Warnings: self harm, abuse, suicidal idealisation, eating disorders.

Harry had found it, staring down at the doorstep with a confounding sense of deja vu. It had been a crisp summer morning, the clear skies above promising of a smoldering afternoon, but that same heat was yet to make an appearance. As such, he was suitably disgusted at the notion of leaving a child out in the iced nights of England. Then, he realised that, perhaps, the concept of

Physical hunger is a crawling kind of pain. A creeping, aching, dirty kind of agony that starts deep down in the base of Harry's stomach and nestles itself a hollow up under his ribs. A creature, burrowing into his flesh with blunted teeth and salivating tongue. But that is the easy part. Pain you can learn to enjoy. TW-Eating Disorder, only based on my experience. No offense meant