A/N: hi all happy holidays, sorry for the sporadic updates i finally have something to give you guy i feel is worth reading anyway next chapter has alot of things happen in it, i'm planning on using a cliche or two and hopefully give them to you in a new way, a little teen angst and harry and snape bonding. also i may rewrite the first chapter and correct it i may not i'll let you know if i do or not. hopefully this will answer a few questions

please review, i'm getting a lot of favorites and alerts but hardly any review please even if its just saying you like it, my muse could seriously use some feed back... on that note i don't own, J.K. Rowling does, i'm ust barrowing... i'll shut up now. enjoy R.S.

Harry ached in his joints, his head hurt and he felt stiff. Slowly he became aware of his surroundings the sound of a crackling fire and it slight glow penetrating his eyelids. He felt warm and slightly confined with a scratchy fabric wrapped around him. Blearily he opened his eyes and found himself facing said fire, he could barely make out its flickering flames. He didn't remember falling asleep in the common room by the fire. He shifted and whatever it was that was covering him slid away. He gasped lightly as cool air reached his skin. Panicking he looked around and realized he wasn't in the common room At all, he didn't know where he was and he was NAKED.

Sitting up he secured the towel, for that's what it was a very large towel, around himself and made to stand. "I wouldn't do that", came the deep silk like voice of Snape from a doorway. Harry twisted around, to see the blurry outline of the tall dark man. "Where am I?" Harry croaked. "in my courters, I found you passed out in the shower nearly drowned from the cold water," Snape answered. "that's not right," Harry said, "I turned the water on hot." Snape nodded, "you apparently ran the hot water out, congratulations no one's done that since they installed the water tank in the early1900's"

Harry snorted, "what do you want professor?"

"to see if you're okay."

"yeah, I'm fine." Harry snapped crossing his arms defensively over his chest.

Snape stepped closer, "Harry,"

Harry turned his face away from the man, "you lied to me." He stated his voice low and filled with hurt.

"you saw." It was a simple statement of fact.

"yeah, I saw, I saw you grovel at his feet, I saw you tell him about me, you lied to me you said you cared I almost believed you!" Harry was no longer defensive he was angry, and hurt.

"Harry I never lied to you," Snape said raising his hands to placate the boy.

"Then what the hell was that!" Harry asked anger making his voice rise.

"I never lied to you Harry, I lied to him." Snape said taking another step forward, only to have Harry take a step back.

"How do I know you're not lying to me now, huh?" Harry asked all anger and attitude.

"Don't take that tone with me young man." Snape scolded.

"Yeah or what you'll hit me too, try and teach me a lesson in respect!" Harry shouted, "Tell me, why should I, show respect to people who have never once shown me respect? You're just as bad as them saying one thing and meaning something else!"

Snape took a step back as Harry let loose, startled at the boys hate, but he honestly wasn't surprised with the hell he put the child through. When Harry turned away, Snape approached him again, "Harry I would never lay a hand on you out of anger, you know that."

Harry turned on him again, "no I don't know that, I don't even know you how am, I supposed to trust you when all you've ever done is hate me! Do you know what it's like being hated and not know why? All you adult are the exact same, you forget to see and feel, if you just paid attention to what was around you and not just you and all your petty little grudges, I would never have been sent to the Dursley's!"

Snape startled, "what do you mean?" he asked.

"As last living heir to the potter name I have access to the potter volts including documents, my mother signed you as godfather in the case that Sirius was unable to take me. And stuck to it was a letter saying that you had refused to take me because and I quote, "no potter shall live under my roof." Harry did a very good imitation of Snape's customary sneering tone, even if his voice wasn't deep enough to pull it completely off.

As Harry talked what little color there was to Snape's already sallow skin drained away, "Harry I … I was young and stupid, i…" words failed him, finally he asked, "how long have you know about this?"

"Since I was 14, that's when I was allowed access to my full account." Harry said voice quite. He eyes his professor and honestly didn't know what to make of the look on the man's face. It seemed to be a cross between mortification and grief. "I couldn't believe what I was reading, and had the goblins check it several times for error." Harry said, watching as Snape dropped onto the couch. He sank down next to the man. Snape turned to him and asked, "sorry just doesn't seem to cut it does it."

Harry shook his head, "but you can make it up to me."

"how?" Snape asked truly wanting to make it up to the young man who had still confided in him despite everything.

"keep you promise, and don't let me go back there," Snape nodded.

SS

When Harry was finally asleep on his couch wearing a spare pare of pajamas, Snape contacted two people who he knew would be up late, Madam Pumfrey, and the head master. The first he had check over Harry and tell Minerva that Harry was with him and that he was to be excussed from classes for the day. the second was to talk to Dumbledore about the very promise he had made Harry.

"Severus my boy," the headmasters cheerful voice greeted him as he exited the floo, "tea, lemon drop, Toffee?"

"No thank you headmaster."

"Severus, its Albus, no need to be formal so late at night, what can I do for you?"

"you remember some time ago when you approached me about taking on Harry since I was his godfather and I told in no uncertain terms was I going to take the child under my care?"

"Yes." Dumbledore answered grey eyebrows arched in interest.

"well Harry confronted me about it, he apparently knew that I had been named godfather. Anyway I was wondering if I could revoke my previous decision and take him in?"

"I'm sorry Severus, but you cannot those decisions once made are final."

Snape sagged in defeat for a minute till he remembered the family tree he had locked in his office, "I'm related to him through his father. I could take him and the wards would still hold, and…"

Dumbledre raised a hand, "the blood magic work through the mother not the father, I'm sorry but the wards protecting him and the Dursley residence would fall the minute he'd step into your home, if you were his father it would be a different story entirely."

"but it obvious I'm not," Snape said a little despondently.

Dumbledore didn't say anything and let his Potions Master brood. He twiddles with his long beard and let his mind wander. He needed more robes; some of his brighter ones were starting to go dull and he hated anything in mute colors, unless he was going to bed. Absently he offered Snape a lemon drop again only to be shocked out of his thought when the dark man took one. Only when he saw snapes face go puckered and the mans eyes water did he stopped being in shock. He laughed as the brooding man spit the candy out onto his carpet and cough.

"Can't handle sour Severus?" he asked.

The glare he received did nothing to stifle the laughter, he would have to remember to show that memory to Harry when he had the chance.

SS

Snape left Dumbledore's office and took the long route back to his courters and thought the entire way, there was no real way to insure that Harry wouldn't be going back to the Dursley's and finding a solution for the problem was eating away at the back of his brain.

He entered his home with no solution in sight, and made his way to his bed. Maybe this weekend he would be able to figure something out It was a Hogsmeade weekend after all.

tbc