Okay, This is the second chapter of The Beginning of The End of Harry Potter. I am excited that I have gotten so many reviews- So a big Thank-You to all those who reviewed, and those who put the story on Alert, as well as favorites. I will be attempting to add more detail, so if I start to get vague, tell me. I apologize for being so late updating this- school got into the way of my life. again.
Harry awoke to the smell of clean sheets, and a set of different bedding. He rolled over, and groaned, thinking, I can't believe that Snape was the one to find the letter and come get me- he's probably furious. There is nothing I can do about that. Why didn't I send the letter to Sirius, or Remus?
He stood hesitantly, remembering the last time he had attempted to move more than a few metres. As he put his glasses on, he realized that he was in his Aunt and Uncle's room; All around him were pictures of Dudley, and the wallpaper that lined the walls were flowered. The armoire and dresser sat undisturbed, as well as their chest. The closet door was open, revealing that it was empty. He continued looking, trying to find something that indicated life, but was unable to do so; everything of importance to them was gone. He stopped short of going into their connected bathroom as a soft knock permeated the silence of the room, and Harry said quietly, "Come in".
He knew his face was burning a rich scarlet, and he looked to the floor.
"Mr. Potter," Snape greeted. "I see that you have now had adequate time to rest, and the potions I gave you have worked to their fullest extent".
"Yes, Professor", he responded.
He finally looked up to the Professor, who was staring down at him with an unreadable expression on his face. Snape's eyes were taking everything in as he, watched, observed and came to conclusions. Very rational, Snape was, Harry noticed.
"How long have you been in this house without adult supervision"? He finally asked.
"Two days". Harry answered.
Snape's eyebrow rose. "And that is cause for alarm"?
"They locked me in my room with no food, water, or any way to go to the loo. Bars are on my windows, and all their important items in this room is gone." Harry said, still looking to the floor. Snape is probably going to berate me, I know it, for doing nothing wrong.
"They did, did they? Mr. Potter, that is a very serious accusation that you are making towards them, are you sure that they are not just on vacation"? Snape said, trying to catch Harry's eye.
"They have not mentioned anything pertaining to vacation, or going off for an extended period of time anywhere near me in the past week." Harry refuted. Just like the greasy dungeon bat to stick up for them, even when they locked me in my room for days. For him, it would probably be a great punishment in his opinion.
"I am sure that you are ready for breakfast, Mr. Potter. For now, you will only have some broth and crackers to see what your stomache can handle." Said Snape, and he turned and stalked out of the room, his black robes billowing dramatically behind him.
Harry followed uncertainly. That's it? I was expecting him to chew me out. Snape is an enigma. Is he doing this just so that he ca-
"Harry", Snape said, "Have a seat".
Harry sat down, and dejectedly started to drink, or eat, his broth. " Why didn't anyone get my letter before yesterday?"
"It was by chance that I was at Hogwarts yesterday- I was to leave three days ago, the entire staff is enjoying their summer".
"Oh."
Snape raised his eyebrow, "How eloquent, Mr. Potter. oh."
Harry rolled his eyes, and Snape stood and took the half-eaten bowl of broth from him. However funny it was, Harry had to stop himself from laughing at Snape as he walked around his Aunt's clean, pristine kitchen in his long, black, bat-of-the-dungeon robes. She would have a cow! Snape attempted to work the garbage disposal, even though the soup had already been pored out into the sink.
Finally, Snape turned around, blinked, then turned back to look out the window, "Mr. Potter, I cannot let anyone know that I have assisted you today. There is something that I must attend to. I will be back shortly."
He disapparated silently, and Harry only stared at the spot he had left. Great. What am I supposed to do now?
Harry stood up, and began to wander around. He came to the hallway, where his cupboard was open. His trunk, where it had been chained shut, was now chain-free. He grinned as he pulled out his belongings. He took a shower, dressed in his school robes, as they were the only things that fit properly, and began working on his summer assignments. He finished his charms, before moving onto his Transfiguration. Snape apparated back into the kitchen, immediately dragged out a chair, and then sat down. He downed three potions, and then looked at Harry.
Snape still had that unreadable look in his eye, and it was driving Harry crazy. What is that man thinking? Why is he looking at me like that?
"Well, what are you waiting for", Snape suddenly snarled, "Go do something"!
Harry immediately left the room, stopping himself from slamming the door in his wake. Why does Snape always act like this? Can't he be, I don't know, normal for a change?, Harry raged in his mind as he pulled out his wand and schoolbooks, not that he could actually do anything with his wand. He closed his eyes and fell back onto his Aunt and Uncle's bed, and slowly, his mind started to wander; his mind finally faded into a sleep that encompassed him
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