After seeing HP7 part 2 yesterday it has inspired me even more to write this! I've never before cried at a film, but when Snape said he cared about Harry...I was full out SOBBING! *Kudo's to him* ;)

Anyway, super hope you like the chapter! And a massive thankyou to all my lovely reviewers, you've really motivated me aswell :D

Don't worry - only a few house elfs died ;)

Harry stumbled out of the fire, and instantly released Snape's arm, and tried to regain his balance. Once the room had stopped spinning, Harry took in the room which happened to look actually…nice? Harry frowned.

"Where did you expect me to live, Potter?" Snape sneered, seeing Harry's awed face. Harry would have easily replied with 'A dungeon', 'A cave' or even 'upside down on a tree'. But he felt that any one of them would force Snape to make his life hell. Well, more than he already did, of course.

Instead Harry decided to shrug. Much simpler.

"Now, you will be staying on the third floor. Emerald will take you there now, for you to deposit your belongings. Dinner will be at 6 o'clock. Do not be late." Snape said coldly, and before Harry could ask who Emerald was a tired looking house-elf appeared in front of them with a small 'click'.

"Emerald at your service Master Snape. How can I be of an assistance?" The small being said, looking up at Snape with large eyes.

"I require you to escort here to his room." Snape said shortly, before leaving the room quickly, not wanting to be in potter's presence anymore. Emerald then saw Harry and jumped slightly before looking up at him with awe.

After going down way too many corridors and up 3 flights of stairs, Harry found himself outside of a ordinary looking room.

"Can I help you with anything, ?" Emerald said, looking up into Harry's eyes again. She smiled shly.

"Erm, no thank you." He replied, with an awkward smile. With a reluctant 'Click' the house elf was gone again. Without a second thought, Harry grabbed the handle of the door, noticing that the white paint had worn off the side of the door, making it look grey and dim; before opening it, expecting the worst.

Instead, he saw a large four poster bed with scarlet curtains tied neatly back. There was a desk to the side of the room with a wooden chair tucked beside it. The room looked, almost homey. Harry frowned, there had to be a catch somewhere. Instead he found himself staring out of the large window on the other side of the room. Snape had really outdone himself here. But Harry couldn't help wondering why he was placed in such a nice room.

They're probably all like this, one part of mind thought. The others probably have en-suites, silk covers and everything made of gold, etc. However, he just didn't have it in his heart to listen to that part of his brain.

He rubbed his eyes, before running a hand through his hair. He reached for his trunk and started taking out his school books, making a neat pile on the desk. He then took out his parchment and quill and placed that on the desk also. However, Harry decided to keep his clothes in his suitcase. He didn't want to unpack completely, just in case he wasn't staying that long. But, deep down, he knew he was here for the rest of the summer whether he liked it or not.

Several hours passed and Harry's stomach began to rumble. Remembering Snape's cold speech about missing dinner, he looked up at the clock on the wall to see it had just gone 5 o'clock. He still had at least ¾ of an hour. He turned the page of his Defence Against the Dark Arts book, proud of himself for getting to page 98 already. However, he was immensely bored. Just thinking of doing this for his entire summer was enough to drive Harry insane. Instead he reached for his parchment.

Ron,

I'm sorry I couldn't make the train. I'm at Snape's house this summer for protection reasons, or something. Please keep in touch, in case he decides to attempt murder me or something.

Speak soon,

Harry

After quickly scribbling a note to Ron he attached it to Hedwig, before opening the large glass window and encouraging the snowy owl out. Without a moments hesitation Hedwig flew out, spreading her wings. Harry closed the window and turned around, missing the fact that Hedwig was stopped by a barrier around the house, causing her to fly hazardously to the grounds of Snape Manor.

Another 30 minutes passed before Harry decided to attempt to find the dining room. He quickly left the room, taking a left. After this he remembered taking another left. Or was it a right? He continued anyway down the next corridor coming across a stair case going down.

After reaching the bottom, with was 3 or 4 flights of stairs, he decided that this wasn't the place he had originally come from. For one, he had an inkling that he was in the basement, which meant he had gone down a flight of stairs too many. His surroundings were dark and he was briefly reminded of the gloomy dungeons at Hogwarts. He saw a wooden door, which looked curious to Harry. He didn't know how doors could look curious, but this one did.

*Click*

"Master Snape is expecting you now, ." Emerald said from behind Harry, who physically jumped at the shock. "He would not be happy if he were to know you were down here, ." She continued.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was lost and I th-"

" doesn't need to apologize, Emerald sometimes finds herself lost in this big place." She spoke again, speaking of herself in third person.

"Oh, well, it is very big." Harry said, at a loss of what to say. "Erm, so where is the dinning room?" He continued.

"Follow me, if you wish ." She said, before skipping up the flight of stairs to the 3rd floor again. Harry briefly recognised his room again, by the bit of paint missing. They then proceeded to turn right at the end of the corridor and then another left before coming across another flight of stairs which Harry recognised.

After several more turns and stairs Harry found himself back in the main entrance, where he had come out of the fire earlier that day.

"The dinning room is right through there, ." Emerald said, with a big smile. "Have a nice meal." She added before going off in another direction. With a frown, Harry pushed open the door to see a room with a large table stretched out, and there were several candles alight on it and also around the large room. All in all, Harry would say that it looked incredibly formal, and he felt rather under dressed.

"I did say 6 o'clock, Potter. Never the less, sit down." Snape said, from the far end of the table. Without making eye contact, he pulled up the seat a few away from Snape. He didn't want to seem cold sitting at the other end of the long table, but he didn't want to seem all buddy-buddy by taking the seat right next to him.

Without a moments hesitation, Snape clapped his hands together muttering something under his breath and within a blink of an eye a large portion of the table was covered in food. Ranging from roast chicken, beef and pork to carrots, green beans and a large selection of sauces.

Harry's eyes were like saucers, there was far too much for 2 people to eat here.

"Don't fear Potter, there is a preservative charm on my kitchen. I dislike waste." Snape said, eyeing up Harry before picking up his glass and sipping his drink slowly.

After half an hour, Harry was absolutely stuffed. Maybe he was better off here after all. He was much safer here. He smiled.

Snape slapped down a letter in front of Harry, in which he recognised it as the one he had sent…to Ron.

Harry's smiled dropped off his face and his eyes bulged. Hadn't he mentioned Snape being a murderer or something in that letter? Wait…why did Snape even have it?

"Before you ask, you're owl wasn't recognised by my wards which were put in place to stop anything getting in and out. I've included her as a 'passer' now which means she will be able to go through them easily. Myself and my owl are the only other Passer's here, which means you cannot go further than 150 meters all around my property. Do you understand?" He asked sharply.

"Yes sir. What happens if I try to get through though?" Harry asked, frowning.

"You will just be stopped. Like an invisible wall. On another note, no one is to know of your existence here. Do I make myself clear, ? Not even Weasley and Granger." Snape spat the names out with disgust. "You may have your letter back now, if you do so wish." Snape said, handing over Harry's previous letter. Harry blushed slightly.

After a minutes silence Harry took this as his queue to leave.

"Breakfast is at 7 o'clock." Snape finished, as Harry stood up. He nodded before walking towards the door.

"Oh, and Potter? Don't be late next time." He said. Harry didn't even reply.

He closed the dinning rooms door quietly and walked back into the main lounge, before coming across the staircase again.

After, miraculously, finding his room, he changed and got ready for bed. It was going to be a very long 6 weeks.

Ta-da! Hope you guys liked it! :)

Question:
Are you team James Potter or team Severus Snape?

Until next time!