A/N: Well here's the next chapter! Thanks you to all the lovely reviewers! Tell me what you think :)

Harry's stomach rumbled with hunger, but he chose to ignore it. How long had they been sitting here? It seemed like hours. His thoughts drifted toward Ron and Hermione, who were probably downstairs enjoying dinner right now. He could be too, if it weren't for Snape.

Harry was caught up in his angry thoughts about Snape when his vision was filled with black spots. He wasn't that angry, was he? He blinked a few times, only to find his vision spinning. Was he passing out? What was going on?

Harry stood, his chair tumbling to the ground with a loud bang. . He frantically glanced around for Snape, but he was nowhere to be seen. Was Snape doing all of this as some form of revenge?

Trying to walk toward the door proved to be a bad idea. As the blackness closed around him, a swooping sensation filled his stomach, and he felt as if he were falling face first from a great height.

"Potter!" Harry's ears processed the harsh tone before he slowly opened his eyes to the scowling face of Severus Snape.

"Wha-" began Harry, but stopped as he took in their surroundings. They were in a small, dark room its walls bare and dirty. A few flies buzzed around the yellowish light a light bulb on the ceiling was emitting. Harry stood, turning around to see the rest of the room. A large crack was running along the wall over a tiny bed. It looked as if something heavy had been thrown there. An attempt had been made to cover up the crack by a Slytherin banner that was hung on it, the silver on the banner peeling and fading away.

"What is this? Where are we? Why aren't we at Hogwarts anymore?" Harry asked, intensely curious now that he had seen the dull little room they were in.

He turned around to face Snape, who hadn't said anything since he had woken Harry. Harry was surprised at Snape's expression; his face was drained of all color and his lips were tightly compressed, his hands shaking slightly.

"We're leaving. Now." Snape's tone was harsh, finality echoing through it. Harry didn't dare ask Snape another question when he looked so dangerous.

Even though Harry didn't understand why Snape was desperate to leave, he walked toward the door. Snape was close behind him, practically on his heels. Reaching for the doorknob, Harry was met with a surprise. His hand went straight through it.

"What is it Potter?" snapped Snape.

"Uh, Professor, we have a problem," answered Harry, trying not to make Snape mad.

"What in the world are you talking about? Just open the damn door," said Snape, clearly beginning to lose his temper.

"I can't open it!" said Harry, frustration rising in him.

"Don't be absurd, you idiot," said Snape, pushing Harry roughly out of the way.

Harry rubbed his arm and stood a few feet away as Snape tried to open the door to no avail.

"What is this?" muttered Snape, his hands passing right through the doorknob each time.

Harry left him at it for a few more minutes, before walking over and smirking at Snape.

"If you're done now, we should figure out what we're going to do about this," Harry said.

Snape turned and glared at him.

"What do you suggest we do?" he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Well, you could start by apologizing," said Harry.

Snape just continued to glare at him, while still trying to open the door.

"I already told you it won't work," said Harry.

"Shut up, Potter," growled Snape.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of quick footsteps coming toward them. They both stared at the door for a moment. Harry was thinking about hiding, but before he could, the door burst open with a bang.

Harry backed away slowly, not wanting to scare whoever was here. Snape wasn't doing a very good job of this, however, as he was standing in the center of the room, his face frozen.

"Erm, hello, I know this is strange, but-" began Harry, but the person took no notice of him.

The person was a teenager, his greasy black hair hanging down past his eyes and blocking most of his face. He was extremely thin, his skin pale.

Harry didn't know why, but he felt as if he had seen this person before. That didn't make any sense did it? And why was he ignoring two strangers in the middle of his room?

As the person made his way toward the bed, he walked right through Snape. Harry's jaw dropped. What was going on?

As the teenager sat down on his bed, his curtain of hair fell off his face. Suddenly Harry knew where he had seen him before.

Snape's memories.