AN: I am not JK Rowling, in case you were concerned.

As Harry approached Dumbledore's office his face remained blank. It was however apparent to anyone who knew him that he was exhausted. His face was drawn more tightly over his cheekbones and the purple smudges under his eyes had increased greatly since the night of the third task. Cedric was dead, and Harry couldn't help but feel like it was his fault, the nightmares were relentless but he knew he deserved them. He woke up sweaty and strained with the sheets scrunched in his fists. He didn't ask for help, nor accept it when his friends offered it. He would deal with this by himself. Always by himself.

As he entered the headmasters office, Dumbledore smiled at Harry with his eyes twinkling like mad. It unsettled Harry slightly. How could he be so apparently calm after all that had happened? The young wizard sat down in the chair in front of the old mans desk uneasily. He wasn't quite sure he wanted to know what the headmaster had to tell him, it couldn't be good that was for sure.

"Ah, Harry my boy, I suppose you're wondering why I've called you here today?" Dumbledore asked cheerily. Harry shrugged slightly in acknowledgement. "I called you here to inform you that you shall not be staying at the Dursley residence this summer."

Harry's heart lifted. Would he be able to stay with the Weasleys? Or even better, Sirius? Hell, he would live in Voldemort's knickers to escape his awful relatives. Curiosity overwhelmed him (as it usually did) and he was suddenly questioning the old man. "Really sir? Who?"

"Professor Snape Harry."

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Snape was not happy about this. Not happy in the slightest. Dumbledore only went as far as to explain that Private Drive "wasn't safe" for the boy anymore, which with the return of the Dark Lord is not unreasonable, but nobody let him in as to why he had to take care of the little shit. He certainly didn't want Potter interrupting his summer plans but the boys presence would be disruptive enough. Not to mention as a former death eater and spy he could be summoned this summer by the Dark Lord while Potter was left to run amok in his house. He wasn't equipped to be a guardian, even a temporary one. During breaks from Hogwarts Severus spent most of his time around muggles and swept away his sorrows with alcohol and meaningless sex. The potions master made a mental list of all the things he couldn't do while Potter took up residence at Spinners End.

-No having his muggle friends over

-No getting too pissed to stand

-No bringing back one night stands and fucking them senseless

-No swearing (although he decided he could be a bit more lenient on that one, the boy was fourteen after all)

As Snape packed up his quarters he wasn't sure what was worse, Potter's presence or Dumbledore's cheerful attitude towards it. But he certainly wasn't going to spoil the brat as Tuney Evans doubtlessly did.

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Harry approached the apperation point and saw Snape standing menacingly against the gate, ready to rip his throat out with his bared teeth. What surprised Harry was the older wizards muggle clothes. He wore black jeans and a dark gray shirt paired with his usual leather boots. Harry was also struck with the lack of grease in his professors hair. I'll bet the git is just trying to show off. Oh wow look how cool I am! Harry thought sarcastically.

"Potter, we will be apperating to my home from here, are you familiar with the concept?" He glared down his hooked nose at the boy and Harry was rather struck with the suddenness of the question but responded with a quick "No sir."

Snape sneered at him and proceeded to shrink Harry's trunk and put it in his pocket. He grabbed at the young wizard's arm roughly and pulled him closer. "You shall feel sick I imagine." And with that they popped out of thin air.