A/N: Yes, I should be writing Blackbird and Mr. Popular but I actually have finished chapters for them, I just need to proof read them before I post them. So expect those up soon! And this idea, begged me to write it and how could I deny it. It's such a cute idea and I'm a huge supporter of Severus Snape mentoring Harry. So without further ado here is "Is There a Difference Between a House and A Home?"

Prologue

Harry really shouldn't have been shocked when the Dursley's kicked him out the second week of summer. In fact, it shouldn't have even hurt Harry in any manner. But is life really what it should be? Harry was pretty sure his mouth was still gapping at the fact that the Dursley's packed his things- that they would touch his freaky stuff. That they weren't afraid to get infected by it. And on top of that, they left a note on the door.

Harry guessed he should have at least been grateful that they left a note, he thought to himself sarcastically. His family didn't even have the guts to tell themselves that they were kicking him out. They did it like cowards; left a note on the door. A note that stated he needed to be gone by the time they returned home.

His fist kept locking and unlocking, he could feel himself starting to get flushed. It wasn't long until the tears started to prickle his eyes. His fifth year full of unpredictable ways: first Umbridge, then Dumbledore abandoning him, and finally Sirius. His Godfather, that he murdered. He counted on this summer and the predictableness of the Dursely's. He needed it, he craved it and now he didn't even have that. He took everything in Harry's willpower to fight the scream he felt building up. Sirius name was almost cleared; Harry almost went to go live with him. There was to many almost in his fifth year.

Wetness began to seep down, Harry's face; maybe this was a joke that Dudley was playing on him. Harry begun to dig to his pocket for his key. It could still fit in the keyhole; Harry could barely get his hands to stop shaking when he tried to enter the key in the whole. That must be the reason why the key wouldn't fit in the whole. He used his left his to steady his right hand, to put the key in the keyhole. This time Harry, couldn't find a plausible explanation of why it wouldn't fit. Other than that they changed the locks. The Dursley's his family, his only family kicked him out.

With the realization of this only family abandoning him; Harry's breathing became faster and faster before he started to gasp for air. A million thoughts running through his head, the blood wards. If the battle at the Ministry proved anything, is that he's becoming more active. Death Eaters could be watching the house at the very moment. Harry calmed himself down, making his breathing patterns follow the movements of his hands. Eventually his breathing slowed down to a normal rate.

Harry wished the pain he felt from being abandoned from the Dursley's would vanish. He shouldn't care, they weren't kind to him, they didn't protect him, nor did they love him. They barely tolerated Harry, but at the end of the day that was his family. His only family.

The last phrases of the prophecy started to echo in his hand, "Neither can live while the other survives." Family, those were the only people that could protect him. That the blood wards would protect him and them. He tried to think of any family that Petunia had ever mention, but thinking about his family made him realize how little he actually knew about them. He once had heard his aunt said that she grew up in Cokeworth with her parents and Lily. But that was all he knew about his grandparents, that they once lived in Cokeworth. It wasn't until a second later, that he remembered in Charms. They did a family tree. Harry never paid much attention to it because he was too concerned with Umbridage and Dumbledore's Army. If there was a time like any other to look at it, it was now.

He unrolled the scroll; he was surprised to see his Grandmother still alive… Petunia always said she died in a car cash. Harry thought to himself that he really needs to stop listening to them. It wasn't the smartest plan to travel to Cokeworth, seeing as he hadn't a faintest idea of where it was but it was the only plan Harry had.

Chapter One

That's how Harry ended up in front of Rose Evan's door. The door was quite interesting to look at, a red door with floral designs. At Privet Drive, everything was the same the same boring brown doors. Even the bricks around the door were different each had different flowers in no particular pattern. Harry looked around the door as the sun creeped up on him, almost shining on the door. As if it was telling Harry, this is the path you should take. Wondering where did all Gryffindor courage he poessed, where it was. It had taken two days and four buses and a couple miles of walking to get here. Never had he wished that he was able to use magic to make his trunk lighter in his life. Several times when he was lugging his trunk, he thought about saying screw the consequences. He never did it; he wasn't up to going through another trial to see if he was going to be expelled from Hogwarts or not.

Harry knocked on the door before he could talk himself out of it. Now to only hope that someone was home and that this was the right house. Cokeworth, apparently a small town; it didn't take Harry long to get answer on where Rose Evans lived. But some people could still be wrong. Harry held his breathe as the door opened and revealed Professor Snape.

Harry eyes almost fell out his head, they bulged so much, "Professor, what are you doing here?" Harry tried to seem as respectable as possible, his last few instances with the Professor hadn't gone so well. Looking in his pensive and then attacking him in Dumbledore's office. It didn't seem to work, he still seemed like he wanted to kill Harry. Maybe if Harry slowly backed away the Professor could forget he was here.

"You know what Professor, I'll just come back later." Harry went to turn around before the Professor grabbed his shoulders to face him. It wasn't until this moment Harry realized how short he really was. He had to fully tilt his head to fully look Snape in the eye. Harry was tempted to look down because the look in Snape eyes wasn't changing.

"Severus? Who's at the door?" For a moment the look in his eyes soften as he looked back into the house.

"No one, Rose. It's just some boy scout selling cookies," Rose? That means that Harry did have the right house, but why would Snape be visiting his Grandmother?

"Potter, tell me why you are about two thousand miles away from your home in Privet Drive?"

Harry briefly wondered how Snape knew where he lives- lived, he started to stumble out an answer, "Well, you see sir; we had this assignment in Charms where we did a family tree. On the tree I saw that my Grandmother was still alive and I wanted to meet her. So I took a couple of buses here." Harry would never admit to Snape that his family abandoned him, disregarded him for the trash that he is. Harry's lip slightly curved upwards at the thought of what Hermione would say for lying to a teacher.

"You know Potter, how I know you aren't a Slytherin is your inability to lie. Why are you here." Little does he know that I was supposed to be in Slytherin but I'll leave that tidbit out for now, Harry thought to himself.

"Well, you see Professor, I just really wanted to visit my Grandmother. I've never met her and I thought this would be the perfect time," Maybe if he told the lie one more time Snape would believe him because he's consistent. Snape just raises an eyebrow and response and Harry sighs in defeat.

"My relatives kicked me out sir, and I had nowhere to go. So I came here to meet my Grandmother and maybe come live with her for the summer. Or at least until they take me back." Harry fidgeted under the eye of Snape, wishing he could be anywhere but here at the moment.

"I don't believe you Potter, now run along back to your relatives. Your Grandmother does not wish to see you," If Harry was honest, Snape's words hurt, was he really that much of a nuisance that he Grandmother didn't to see him. He had maybe hoped that it was his aunt's fault for the reason he never met his Grandmother; knowing that she didn't wish to see him was different. Maybe she blamed him for her daughter's death- it was his fault after all.

Harry couldn't find a retort for Snape, his shoulder dropped and he found the ground very interesting at this moment. Even the ground seemed to have flower patterns on it, his grandparents must have adored flowers. He grabbed his trunk and began to drag it. Harry wasn't really sure where he was going, but maybe he wouldn't get hurt by another family member when he arrived.

He winded up in the cheapest motel, he had some muggle cash on him and a card link to his vault back in the goblin bank, but he wanted to use that for emergencies. This hotel only costed about 23 pounds (30 dollars in US money) a day and he had enough for a week and enough money left over for some food. Harry hoped that Hedwig would come back soon with letters from his friends. He had no doubt that she would find him, but he wanted to stick in the same place for a while to make it easier. He also needed to figure out what he was going to do about the blood wards. He needed to stay with an immediate relative and Rose was the only option. He knew that she probably blamed him for killing his mum- but she was family. She had to forgive him? And even if she didn't maybe if he could explain the situation, she would at least take pity and let him stay with her. And she could hate him, Harry could deal with that. He's done it his whole life another two summers wouldn't kill him. As long as he could survive the summer.

His dreams were on replay, first it was his mother's death; the green light and her body slumping to the ground then immediately it changed to Cedric and Voldemort yelling kill the spare, and finally Sirius death. The spell that sent him through the veil. His dreams seemingly on a loop until he woke up with a scream. He froze for a seconds, waiting for Uncle Vernon and come in his room and yell at him for waking up the whole family. To stop waking them up with his freakiness. It then took Harry a few seconds that he was in 4 Privet Drive, he was in some cheap motel, that smelled like moth balls. With the brown wallpaper peeling off the walls and a table immediately beside him. He looked around for Hedwig to see if she came in through the night. He was disappointed to see that his familiar hadn't returned to him yet. He could only wonder what his friends were doing with her. He laid back down and stared at the off white ceiling, he wished Hedwig was here right now. He could use a friend in this, to not feel so alone in this motel.

When Harry's stomach rumbled that's when he decided that it would be smart for him to go to the market and buy some food.

Harry never put much thought into grocery shopping until he did it own for the first time. He had such an urge to only buy junk food but he knew it wouldn't feel him up for long and would only make him eat more. He forced himself to turn away from the junk food isle and go into the vegetable and fruits.

Harry lit up and began to move a little faster when he saw his favorite fruit in the world, grapes. He went out to reach the grapes when suddenly his hand collided with someone else's.

Harry turned and went to open his mouth to apologize but she interrupted first, "James?"

A/N: And here folks we have it. The first chapter of Is There a Difference Between a House and a Home. I hoped you enjoyed it and check out more of my stories! Read and Review. See you lovelies again.