Two weeks into my comatose state I got bored. I was, awake, in a way, kind sleeping yet hearing at the same time. So the one thing that could wake me up would surely come soon.

The force, as I had named it, arrived as promised. It was midday, and I could hear people around me, talking.

"It is no longer safe here. Harry must go back to his relatives for the Christmas holidays. I'm sorry but it's the only place safe enough." I heard Dumbledore say.

"Albus for Merlin's sake! How on earth is the Dursley household the only place Harry could possibly stay alive when they only ever try to kill him themselves!" Snape answered. Wow, he can really caring sometimes. Just a shame nobody ever wins over Dumbledo-hang on! Dursleys! I thought, alarm bells ringing in my head. And then, if you please, I woke up. Just like that.

Sweat rolled off my forehead as I looked round the room. I was in the hospital wing. Ron was comforting a sobbing Hermione, Dumbledore was looking at Snape sympathetically. He was looking back furiously. But as I stirred, all heads turned my way.

"Harry, how nice to have you back!" the headmaster said in a jolly tone, trying to cover up what he somehow knew I'd heard. That was too much. Forcing me back to the Dursleys? I knew I deserved what I got, but it didn't mean I wanted it! So I did the first thing that came to my head these days when I was in danger: 'run!' thankfully the door to the infirmary was open, but Snape's amazingly quick reflexes kicked into action and he reached out his arm to catch me. I sunk to my knees in defeat and wept.

"Harry? Are you OK?" Hermione asked. What kind of dumb question was that? I ignored her and carried on crying, fully aware of how childish I looked. The headmaster forced me up and stared into my red eyes.

"Harry, as you and your classmates know, Christmas is nearing. We have decided that due to Voldemort's-unveiling-the safest place for you to be is at the Dursley's. I'm sorry my boy but as you said, the summer holidays events were a coincidence, so there is clearly no way we cannot send you back." The old man said. I was amazed to see Snape coming to my defense.

"Headmaster, the word of one sixteen year old can barely be trusted. I have seen years of neglect in Mister Potter's mind. At first I put it all behind me; I couldn't start on something with such unclear evidence. But two weeks ago, I saw not only neglect, but downright abuse. You cannot possibly consider throwing a child into abusive care?" Wow Snape had some powerful words in that little speech.

"Severus, I am sorry, but at times when it isn't necessary for Harry to remain at Hogwarts, he must reside in a place bearing a blood bond. The only existing bond is that at the Dursley's." I was getting really confused at this point. Dumbledore wanted to send me to my Uncle's house for my 'safety', all because of a blood bond. And Snape was doing his best to prevent it?

"Well then create another." A simple, unexpected, yet powerful reply. Ron and Hermione were as amazed as I was, but a lot more confused. They clearly didn't know of my 'Dursley problem', as I had so named it.

A/N I know its amazingly short but I couldn't think of anything else for this chapter, this discussion will continue next time in Dumbledore's office. Reviews are lovedwink wink nudge nudge, and so are suggestions. Yours sincerely,(how formal?) Devan.Snape