Disclaimer: Pshaw. If I owned HP, I'd be filthy rich. And not writing this fan fiction.

Summary: Set in Harry's seventh year. HBP didn't happen; Lupin, Tonks, and other Order members have died. Voldemort is dead. No Horcruxes…Yeah….

''thoughts

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Enjoy! Onward to the story. Whoo.

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'Wow,' Harry thought, as he sat on the Astronomy tower, while everyone else was eating in the Great Hall. 'Dumbledore sure has some weird and stupid ideas. But to invite the students' parents? Sometimes I think he is mad.'

He lifted the bottle of Firewhiskey to his lips. He had gotten it from the Weasley twins earlier on in the year, and was only now drinking it. 'Shouldn't be drinking it at all.'

He sighed. It was going to be a long night.

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There was too much noise for Severus Snape to be in the Great Hall. He finally wandered to the place where he found solitude as a student; the Astronomy tower.

Snape was surprised, albeit he didn't show it, that a student was there with Firewhiskey. He was even more surprised to find that the student was Harry Potter.

"Potter," he snarled, "what are you doing out here? And with Firewhiskey, no less!"

He saw the boy jerk and drop the bottle, causing it to smash from the impact.

Harry smiled sadly. "Hullo, professor. I just wanted to come up here and think for a bit, you know?"

Snape sneered. "What, Potter? Not wanting to see your adoring fan club?"

"Not really, sir." Harry stood up, but swayed on the spot. He would've fallen if Snape hadn't caught him.

"Wonderful. I get to deal with a drunk Potter! Joy!" The sarcasm in Snape's voice was so obvious, it was pointless. "Come on, Potter. You're coming with me."

The only thing Harry remembered was Snape helping him walk down the corridors of Hogwarts towards the dungeons.

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Harry woke up the next morning with a horrible migraine, and he smelled breakfast. He looked at his surroundings, and saw a nice, semi-large room decorated in earthy colors.

"Potter. You're awake. Good. Drink this, it will help your headache." Snape held out a vial for Harry to take, who accepted it great fully and downed it. "Breakfast. If you want any of my cooking, of course, Potter." Snape set a plate down on the small coffe table in front of the couch Harry was sitting on.

"Thank you, sir."

Snape nodded. "You'll be wanting to return to your friends, won't you, Potter?"

"Maybe…. I'm not sure. And it's Harry."

"What?" asked Snape, clearly taken aback, even if he didn't show it.

"Harry. Call me Harry."

"I suppose it wouldn't kill me… Now, get out of my sight before I decide to take points."

"Yes, sir. Goodybe, sir." Harry walked towards the door, but paused and said over his shoulder, "Thanks for your help, sir. I appreciate it a lot."

"You're welcome. Harry."

Harry smiled at Snape, waved, and walked back to the common room.

Author's Notes:

Yeah. I know it's horrible. I'm trying, though, so please bear with me. And if you feel like I'm rushing this, I'm sorry, but you must keep on mind that it's my story and I'll write it how I like; also, it won't be very long.. I'm new to this and everything, so, yeah. Thanks for reading, though!