This fanfiction's Snarry! If you don't know what that is: the door's that a way!

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"You have got to be kidding me." Harry Potter was completely defenseless as the Headmaster doomed him to the deepest parts of Hell.

"I'm afraid not my boy, you will be staying at Hogwarts this summer with Professor Snape. It is important that you keep up with you occlumency lessons, and I will be busy with the Order. Really, Professor Snape is the only other one qualified to do it," Dumbledore smiled at Harry with those damned twinkling blue eyes, "I am aware that you two have been carrying on with a bit of a grudge, but I believe that it is important that you work to get over it, as you are both essential members to the Order."

"What about the Dursleys?" Harry had to admit that he was at least partially glad that he didn't have to stay at his Aunt and Uncle's house... But really, was that greasy slimeball any better?

"They have been informed on your stay here, you will be returning to them next summer," Dumbledore smiled lightly at the look of shock on the young boy's face.

"A whole year without the Dursleys?" Harry said incredulously, he sat dumbfounded... He wouldn't have to see his Aunt, Uncle, or their overweight son for an entire year. When Dumbledore said that he would be staying at Hogwarts for the summer he thought that he would at least stay at the Dursleys at the end of it... Maybe go back and forth... But he was just told he didn't have to go back at all. He felt a smile tug at the edge of his lips, "I thought that staying at the Dursleys was what protected me from Voldemort during the summer?"

"Oh that is true, my boy, you are protected when you stay there, but you are just as protected inside these walls. The castle will keep you safe."

"Do I have to go back?" Harry was looking at the Headmaster with emerald eyes boring into him.

"Excuse me? I don't believe I understand what you're saying..."

"Next summer... Can I just stay here? Then I won't ever have to go back!" Harry was getting excited at the idea, 'Never again, I wouldn't have to see them ever again!!'

"I'm sorry, my boy, but I don't think that that's an option."

"But-Why? Why couldn't I just stay here?" Harry knew that he was starting to sound whiney but he didn't care.

"Don't you think that you staying here would look strange to the other students?" And icy voice in the doorway made Harry jump and turn around, he hadn't seen Snape standing there, "It would look like the Headmaster was showing favoritism towards some of his students, would it not?"

Harry had to try his hardest not to scowl at Snape. The man simply didn't under stand, "Yes, but Headmaster-"

"I know that the Dursleys have treated you badly, going far enough to border abuse," Harry snorted, what they did didn't border abuse, at this Snape raised an eyebrow, "on the other hand, they are your only living relatives. I think it is best that you go back there to stay, at least for summers, after this."

Harry nodded his head, looking at his lap where his hands were folded as a blush crept up his necks to color his cheeks. He didn't want Snape to know about what the Dursleys had done to him... The whole school didn't need to know, "I wasn't complaining."

"Mr. Potter, the times where you are not complaining are few and far between, now if you'd kindly follow me down to my quarters," Snape broke off with a beckoning gesture and walked out the door, obviously expecting Harry to follow. Harry complied, staring daggers at the back of the man's head.

The walk down to the dungeons was a quiet one. Harry was afraid to break the silence as they walked down a dark hall eventually stuttering out, "P-Professor? I'll need my trunk and-"

"- Already taken care of, Mr. Potter, your things are waiting for you in my quarters," Snape interrupted.

"In your quarters, Sir?" Harry was confused, to say the least.

"Yes, in my quarters, Mr. Potter. You will be staying in one of the rooms in my quarters. It makes it much less difficult then you having to travel all the way down to the dungeons everyday," Harry strangled an aggravated growl in his throat but couldn't stop a sigh from escaping, "believe me, Mr. Potter, I feel the same way." And Snape sighed too.