CHAPTER ONE : Coping

" I was in London! How many times do I have to tell you that!"

I definitely wasn't having the best day ofmy life.

During the two weeks of the summer holiday I'd found myself in a totally new order in the the Dursley household.

"Don't you know you could've died you little dumbass freak!" Petunia Dursley shrieked in front of one still 15 years old me waving a duster with passion in front of his eyes.

"Yes! I definitely do know that I could've died but here I am! Isn't it amazing!" I shouted back at my aunt sarcasm dripping in his voice.

"Don't you yell at me the neighbours will think that we don't have you under control boy." she said and continues to dust all the way to the kitchen.

"Set the table, freak because Dudley and Vernon are going to come every minute! And you're grounded by the way !" she ordered offhandly when she reached the kitchen.

"All right Aunt Horse", I muttered to myself and went to set the plates.

My pig cousin Dudley and his father were on a holiday trying to 'build-a-father-son-relationship' like thats never gonna happen, really. My mind nearly screamed with laughter with the idea of two pigs possibly rolling down a flowery hill with some counselors and desperately trying to get their arms around each other for a hug when one of the counselors babbling about 'spending time with each other' and 'love' and everythingI probably would've thought as 'speak to your inner sense... you need to love each other in harmony' trying to get the pigs as confused as ever...

I grimaced at the thought as it reminded me too much of Professor Trewlaneys tower and her looming over and her mantras of my death and 'speak to your inner sense'...

The door clicked and slammed as in someone was trying hard to break it.

Aunt Petunia shrieked with joy her horse teeth showing and ran to thedoor and shouted "Duddikins! You're back sweetheart!" and then she was all over him. I followed her to see what happened.

"Petunia dear" Vernon said coughing and then she let go of Dudley and she gave a big ugly looking kiss to her husband.

"How was your trip dears" Aunt Petunia asked and hugged them just to make sure they were welcomed in in a very warm way.

"It was...Ok I think..." Dudley ansrewed and looked sideways at his father trying to figure out something that wasn't right in the room.

I had sneaked outby the time Dudley and his dad came in to the kitchen. I'd set the table as nice as possible for them and then fled up to my room.

"Where's Harry?" I heard Dudley ask out loud. I heard Aunt Petunia say something to Dudley and Vernon but what the heck. I slumped on the bed. It had been two days since I'd sent a letter to the Order. Two fucking days. One to go 'til I'd have to write a letter again full of lies and shit like ' yes I'm perfectly fine... everythings going just great' oh just how much I'd like to write things like 'I just happened to hear that the ministry was going to slaughter all the suspicious Order members and guess who's on the number 1 on the list? Dumbledore of course!' but I wasn't a fool unlike Dumbledork... I'd started to feel hatred and anger for the man since the day he confessed about the prophecy and realised that the man was nothing more than an old fool with glasses on... BANG!

I looked startled at the window which gave the loud bang. I noticed that there was an owl. The Weasley's family owl to be percise. Errol: an ancient barn owl. Everybody were always thinking just how he still was alive despite his very old age and the constant crashes to random objects.

I ran to the window and helped the poor owl inside and took the letter and placed him into Hedwigs cage to drink some water from the bowl.

I opened the letter and read:

Dear Harry,

How are you coping? I know it's a stupid question, but mom just insist to know. She doesn't think that you say the truth at the letters you send to the Order. Can you tell me what exactly what did you tell the Order. Anyway I just wanted to tell you that this time we're going to somewhere else other than Grimmauld Place 12 according to mom that is. Lord knows where it is. Butthe Order thinks it's a better option to you than the Grimmauld Place 12. I'll see you soon (I think so at least). Dad is keen on seeing you again. I think he wants to ask you what is a saw and what's it for?Oh, what the heck, I'll see you.

Your Best Friend, Ron

A reaction: snort. So Mrs. Weasley didn't believe in what I wrote on my letters... first one to notice and that I'm proud of. Doubt. First one to doubt me. And I was the first one to doubt Dumbledore, if don't count Ex-Minister Fudge that is. Damn. A son of a bitch who would go nuts about just giving a little hint about just how he is doing his fucking job so well --- at least better than his old job that is. He was sacked from the Ministry and was currently working at Diagon Alley as a bookbinder. At least he knows how to fucking bind books when he didn't do such a good job keeping the Britain in order. A fucking jerk if you ask me.

And Mr.Weasley? Too obsessed with stupid muggle artifacts. His madness is reflected from for example his battery collection: every battery is a signifant of a hole in his brain and there's just too many to him to survive the next blow to the head. I, myself couldn't give a shit if he wanted to see me. I don't give a shit about anything nowadays. Except...'Don't think about it. He's NEVER coming back'. I know I can't deal with the pain alone. That's exactly why I'm slowly going mad in this shit hole called home between four walls with no company except an owl and occasional another owl and that big , fat, stupid pig of a cousin with his parents, who wouldn't like to do more than strangle the life out of me. I personally wouldn't mind, but the propechy... fuck.

I looked at Errol who was currently looking weary and was apparently falling asleep. The owl had to rest long for sure. And where the heck is Hedwig? I'd sent her for a stroll to look for any suspicious persons walking along the street. Maybe I am suffering from paranoia, but I just can't help it. I feel like there is someone looking at me all the time and just simply watching my every move with ease and I just can't get rid of it and whatever it is it's one of the things that's driving me insane in here. My bedroom's door opened and in stepped someone. I couldn't bother more to even look at the person.

"Potter we're leaving." And with that I could hear the person leaving and managed to get a view of billowing black robes.

"Snape?" I asked and Snape got back to the room his robes billowing behind him even more than before. "That's Professor Snape to you, you brat come on we're getting you to Spinner's End" he said curtly. "I'm sick of looking that damn werewolf sulking all over the place, he needs someone to keep him company. Oh hell, he can't even bath on his own!"

A/N : Ah... so much trauma for poor Snapeypoo. What do you think about this opening chapter? Plz R&R.