Chapter 2

Harry woke up the next morning and got dressed. He was determined to get Snape's permission to go to the Burrow. Even if it meant sucking up to the old grease ball. The thought burned in Harry's mind. Harry rushed down to the dungeons where his demon father awaited.

Harry knocked on the door. A cold sneer beckoned him in.

Harry opened the door and shuffled in.

"What do you want?"

"I wanted to ask you a question."

"What then."

"Can I go-"

"No."

"But you don't even know what I was going to say."

"You want to go to Mr. Weasley's house for the holidays," Snape said coldly still looking down at his work, his nose almost touching the paper, " you're trying to get out of occlumency and I won't have it, the dark lord will be working hard in order to penetrate your mind and I will not let my only son become a mind puppet. So you'll be coming to my house, we leave tomorrow, 3 in the morning and if I have to I will drag you from your bed."

"Damn it," Harry said quietly.

"Watch your language; I will not tolerate any trash talk."

"Fine." Harry left slamming the door behind him, rattling the windows. He ran back up to the great hall for breakfast. Ron and Hermione were arguing over something obviously stupid.

"S.P.E.W will be an honorary club here at Hogwarts," Hermione said.

"Yea, right, and I'm the queen of England," Ron mocked.

"I don't think the dress will do much for flattering," Harry said.

"Oh ha ha. Have you asked your old man yet?"

"Yeah, isn't gonna happen mate, I'm going in the crypt."

"Well it can't be that bad, maybe he just wants to have some bonding time, maybe you'll have a great time. What am I saying, RUN MAN RUN!" Ron exclaimed.

"I'll live, hopefully. When are you guys leaving?" Harry asked.

"After we finish eating, we have a 1:00 ride by Knight Bus," Hermione said.

Harry noticed that she had her bag by her side. Ron's was on the seat beside him.

"We should probably go now, it 12:45," Hermione said.

"Right," Ron said shoving more eggs into his mouth and grabbing more bacon. He and Hermione hugged him good-bye and left. He was alone. He finished his breakfast and then went upstairs to pack what he needed.

The Gryffindor Common room was empty. Harry found a nice chair and curled up in it, hoping that by falling asleep, he would wake up and find that this was a nightmare.