DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the other familiar characters. Harry Potter and the magical world if Hogwarts (and the like) belong to J.K. Rowling. No money is being made from this.

A/N: Hi and welcome to my second fanfic! ^_^ You can rest assured that this in particular story will have a sequel. Erm, the other Snarry fic The Man in Cloak is still going on and I have no plans not to finish it. Thanks to all the reviewers that pointed out the major mistakes with certain spells. I don't even know how AVADA KEDAVRA could possibly slip through my mind like that, hehehehe. Everyone makes mistakes ^o^

3 weeks earlier...

Summer for Harry's 6th year was winding down. And as per usual, Harry packed his minimal belongings and dreaded the horrid feeling of misery that always accompanied him when he thought about having to re-live his days back with the Dudley's all over again.

But imagine his surprise the day before school ended, when Ronald Weasley excitedly told him that he'd gotten the approval from Dumbledore for Harry to stay with he and his family at the Burrows! Insisted, actually, were what Ron had said. Harry thought it was very strange. Very strange indeed. Considering, that Dumbledore was never one for allowing Harry an escape away from 14 Privet drive. But who was he to complain? Let alone question THE Dumbledore?

They were in the common room late at night, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They sat circled around one another, quietly whispering in the dark. Their wands glowed with a muttered, "Lumos".

"Oh, I can't believe we won't be seeing each other again!" cried Hermione. "Promise me you'll write-the both of you. I mean that Ronald,"

Ron rolled his blue eyes. "Honestly, 'mione, it's just summer vacation. That's like barley two months out of the year that we don't have school!"

"Or see Snape," Harry added happily.

"Really," huffed Hermione as she straightened her back "Professor Snape is a perfectly capable teacher, and I'm sure the only reason he tends to scold you-"

[And every other NON-Gryfindor...] Harry thought.

"-all the time is because you always fool about in his classes instead of paying attention. You, Ronald, Harry, and Seamus, and-"

"Oi! You're gonna include Seamus in there too?" said Ron.

"It's the truth. Work harder in his class and I'm sure he'll turn around. Trust me."

Harry sighed, suddenly tired. "Look, 'mione" he said. "He might grow to tolerate Ron and Seamus one day, but let's face it: when it comes to me, that man will never change."

Ron patted him sympathetically on the back, whilst Hermione's face softened.

'Oh, Harry...don't talk like that..." she said kindly.

Harry shrugged, unbothered. "It doesn't matter anyway. I won't be seeing that greasy-haired bastard for 2 months. Nothing's going to ruin this summer, right Ron?"

"Amen to that, brother. Amen."

Present day...

"Alright," Mrs. Weasley said to the group in Diagon Alley, "We'll all meet back here in two hours. The last one to meet back here will do the grocery shopping for next week- Ginny, dear, stick close to me, will you? Get a move on, go on."

Fred and George left first, heading to toward a shop called "Gadote' Grandeur Gadgets". Mrs. Weasley shook her head before she dragged Ginny someplace else. After Mr. Weasley waved a jolly goodbye to the boys (Harry and Ron), he took out his portkey and apparated away.

Along the cobblestone road that led towards the east of the market square, Ron chatted animatedly and Harry nodded at the appropriate times, as he took pictures with the new wizard camera he'd gotten from Mr. Weasley a month before.

A side vendor sported two elves juggling orbs of cold fire. They threw the orbs into the air and they burst into fireworks. Harry took a picture of that too. Ron led them to a broomstick store where they spotted the newest Spitfire V.4 a rare limited edition. They stepped into the shop, eagerly. Ron spotted the shop keeper and sauntered over to him.

"How many of 'em exist in the world, do you reckon?" Ron asked the shop keeper in reference to the broomstick displayed in the glass case.

"Eh, possibly twenty worldwide, yea. Probably." replied Mr. Dryclaw. He wiped the glass case from fingerprints. "Don't suppose yer gonna be buyin' one, eh?"

Ron turned red fast. "I was just looking at it!"

The shop keeper shrugged. "Yea and I'm the-boy-who-lived, right...Now go! Scat!"

They hurried out fast. "The nerve-!" said Ron angrily.

"It was probably a fake anyways," muttered Harry. "If it was as rare as he said it was I doubt it'd be in his shop let alone in a place like this."

"Maybe." Ron wasn't convinced though.

After three other shops, Harry and Ron decided to split ways when an odd-looking shop happened to catch Harry's eye. He took off towards the store, squinting his green eyes to read the shop's sign. "Epans Remedial Shop" it read. Below: "Not an illness or curse/hex that can't be corrected". Hah, that looked promising. Harry knocked on the wooden door and it creaked open.

"Hello? Anyone here?" He hesitantly walked into the shop, taking in the interior despite it's dark outlook. His nose was assaulted with the thick, tangy aromas of incense, fuschia, mandrake, and ginger root.

He'd never seen anything like it before. The flooring wasn't fancy. Just a dark blue nylon colored floor, cool to the touch, harry realized.

Cauldrons of every shape and size bubbled and boiled in union. One of the cauldrons had a miniature thunderstorm floating on top, it shot small bolts of electricity every thirty seconds which resulted in a Whoosh! sound emitting from inside the black pot.

The room was dark enough that you could at the very least figure out your footing, but not enough to not run into something if you weren't careful. The walls bore full-sized bookshelves filled with tubulars, beakers, and tubes. Odd names such as:("Eyes of newt, Bat's spleen, Brain of dark crows, and Silver scales of Wit'r dragons") were written in bold, black ink.

The ceiling was enchanted. It had to be. For such a small shop, the rooftop looked never ending. A murial painted the top in the picture of a night sky that glittered with white stars spelled to zip and zag across. This place was beautiful. Magical. Who had created such beauty?

Harry walked over to one of the rows near the cashier counter. He picked up a strange jar that contained a gooey looking substance titled "MONSTER BLOOD". It gurgled, startling Harry in the process.

"Who's there? Show yourself." A voice called out.

Harry almost dropped the Monster Blood jar, his heart in overdrive from the unexpected intrusion.

"Uh, I'm a customer!" Harry shouted back nervously. "I just came in, but you weren't there." Okay, okay. Not good. Not good!

"Then please come up to the counter, if you will." said the voice.

For some reason the voice sounded familiar. Harry quickly put down jar. Just as he was about to come from behind the shelves, he took a quick step back in shock. The man at the counter was no other than Professor Snape! What kind of bad luck was this?!

Then it dawned on him. The name "Epans" was "Snape" spelled backwards! The shop belonged to his dreaded potions professor!

Footsteps approached the other side of the shelves Harry hid behind. "Oh Merlin! I'm done for now," thought Harry grimly. Then he had an idea.

Two summers ago, Hermione had taught him a spell that was somewhat like that of the polyjuice potion. It only changed your height, nose, body size, and hair color. The eyes, unfortunately, stayed the same.

Harry quickly whispered the incantation, tapped his head with his wand, and closed his eyes. Instantly, he could feel his nose contour, his cheek bones rising or were they falling? His limbs extending to adjust to the new position of appendages. When at last he deemed himself totally finished, he sighed shakily.

Would the change be recognizable?

Would Snape figure him out immediately?

Would his body ever be found?

Harry was about to find out, because a dark shadow fell above him and he came face-to-face with Professor Snape.