Before you get to the story, I have to make one minor comment. I'm hoping no one really knows Latin. When I translated my story title from English to Latin, I got my current title. But when I translated it back, it meant nothing like it was supposed to. :) Oh well. Hopefully it won't bother anyone.

Oh and thanks for all the reviews. Glad you're enjoying it.

On to the story.


Chapter 2

After Remus guided Harry into the house, he closed the door behind them and walked in front of Harry, placing his hands on his shoulders. "I've got to attend an Order meeting, but we'll talk later. Why don't you go up and rest until I come get you." At Harry's silence and almost non-existent nod; he was still in his depressed state, he gave the boy a sympathetic look. He then headed downstairs to the kitchen to join the meeting.

Standing in the entrance hall Harry slowly looked up to the ceiling and spotted a serpent chandelier. Please let me not be where I think I am he thought desperately. He then looked around and saw the peeling wallpaper, the dirty threadbare carpet, the troll's leg umbrella stand and the velvet curtained portrait. Recognition finally sinking in, his breath caught in his throat and he began shaking. It was at that moment when he knew he wasn't over Sirius' death. "NO!"

As fast as he could, he turned around and ran to the front door to get out. It was locked. He tried opening the door two more times, each as unsuccessful as the first, then started banging on it. "No! Not here."

Severus Snape appeared at the bottom of the stairway at the far end of the entrance hall a few seconds later. He was on his way down from the drawing room to join the meeting in the kitchen. Hearing the commotion coming from the front door, he stopped to see what was going on.

Harry was still banging on the door but with less strength, now defeated. "No. Anyplace but here." This was the last place he ever wanted to be. It was too close to Sirius' death for him to be in this place. He never wanted to be in this house again. "I'd rather spend the rest of my life with Snape than be in this house," he said, between shaky breathes. "Please, anywhere but here." Harry started to cough uncontrollably and sway a little on his feet, as he continued banging on the door. He felt like he was going to faint.

Wanting to make the racket go away and wondering if he heard the boy right, Severus stalked over to Harry, gripped his arm, and forcefully turned him around from the door. He gave Harry an odd look then immediately plastered his face with his usual scowl. "Mr. Potter, what is your problem?" He sneered at the boy, seeming to enjoy seeing him is such distress.

Harry shrugged out of Snape's grip and slumped down onto his trunk, staring at the floor. He was still shaking. "No!" He seemed to not hear his professor's question.

Severus crossed his arms over his chest, his patience rapidly diminishing. "Potter, answer me. I know you feel that being the famous Harry Potter entitles you to not do anything you don't want to, but you will answer me." His threatening tone was coming through loud and clear.

Harry looked up at the Potions Master, finally getting out of the shocked state he was in. "Professor, please." His voice was beginning to shake. "Please take me back to the Dursley's. Take me anywhere. I can't stay in this house." He tried to get up and go back to the door, but Snape gripped his arm again, preventing him from moving.

"You are wasting my time Potter," he said bitterly, his face mere inches from Harry's. "I have to get to the Order meeting. Get upstairs right now! After the meeting is over, you can tell your sad story to someone who cares." He let go of Harry's arm with a jerk and walked down to the kitchen.

Harry stood there rubbing the arm Snape had in his grip. Getting even more upset after hearing his icy comments, he watched as Snape left the entrance hall. He took a few deep, calming breaths, and forced himself to take his trunk up to the room he shared with Ron last year. It won't be that bad. I can handle being in the bedroom again.

As Harry made his way up the stairs to the second floor, he did his best to just look at the steps he was climbing and not of the walls and the mounted house-elf heads. The less he saw, the less he was reminded of where he actually was.

His determination to go the bedroom was lessening as he walked along the creaky second floor. By the time he got to the room, he was regretting his decision entirely and just stood there staring at the closed door. He knew the bedroom in front of him would bring back too many memories from the time he was there last year…when Sirius was alive. I know I can do this. It's only until the Order meeting is over and I can convince Professor Lupin to take me back to the Dursley's. He took a shaky breath, opened the door, and walked into the bedroom.


Sorry this chapter is so short. It was really the only logical place to stop. As always, please review!

A/N: I'm hoping to have maybe one more chapter posted before the end of the year. After that, I'm not sure when the next chapter will be posted. I write my stories kind of funny. I have an outline I'm following, but am writing up scenes all other the place. I can't seem to write a story in order. And if I do, I always go back and do a lot of re-writing on the previous chapters. I want to make sure I'm at least 2 or 3 chapters ahead of what I'm posting, that way there will be less chance of me changing my story. Hope you all can have patience with me. :)