As Snape's spell struck Harry, Harry's vision flickered.
He found himself in a world of illusion.
Well, it wasn't really a world of illusion, just a fragment of Harry's memories.
In that fragment, Harry was currently on the receiving end of Dudley's elbow strikes...
And Harry should have been only six years old at the time.
Malnourished, scrawny, and unable to use magic yet, Harry could do nothing but take a beating from the burly Dudley.
Well, Harry had now effectively commandeered the original owner's memories.
After all, Snape and Harry now had what could be considered the best teacher-student relationship in all of Hogwarts.
There was no harm in letting Snape see what he had experienced back then. This wasn't the utterly vile old bat of a professor from the original story anymore...
The present Harry stood beside Professor Snape, quietly watching himself get beaten, his expression perfectly calm.
It was all in the past anyway, wasn't it?
Even if Harry was currently pinned beneath Dudley and being used as a cushion, with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon turning a blind eye nearby, that was all in the past too.
In any case, Harry had already made up his mind.
There was no way he would spend this summer at the Dursleys'!
He would certainly go back. After all, Lily's protective magic could only be triggered at the Dursleys' home.
But there was no need to keep living there.
He had plenty of places to go.
Ron's, Draco's, the Leaky Cauldron. If all else failed, he could come to Hogwarts and work for Professor Snape selling potions...
In short, anything would be better than spending it at the Dursleys'.
"Was this how you used to live?"
Snape hadn't expected a single Legilimency spell to plunge Harry straight into a