AN: I thought I would be able to upload a chapter each day, but life happened. Luckily I have time now, and you will get a chapter each day :D

I know some might hate Harry for being a spoiled brat, but all you need to know that I love a happy ending.

Sunday didn't go any better. Except for the short trips to the toilet and to pay for the pizza, Harry sat in his room and played video games all day. He thought that because he almost never left his room he wouldn't see Snape that much, but the man had other plans. Though he was only around long enough to check up on him, it was still longer than Harry liked.

Monday morning came and Harry was brutally awakened at eight. Harry's dug himself as deeply into the bed as possible, but Snape wouldn't let him get away that easily. With a few deft pulls Snape removed everything Harry could cover himself up with. Luckily for Harry he didn't sleep in the nude unless he had company.

"Get up, Mr. Potter," Snape repeated himself for the tenth time, or so it seemed to Harry.

"Get out!" Harry shouted as he tried to injure the man with one of his pillows.

"I believe it's time to get ready for your first lesson."

"I'll go when I feel like it." Harry grabbed the remaining pillow and hid beneath it, wishing the floor would open up and swallow the git.

"I have strict orders to follow you to every class, not to follow you when you 'feel like' going to class." Harry covered his ears with his hands, but that didn't stop Snape's agonizing voice from penetrating.

"I want to talk to my father," Harry finally said, knowing well enough that arguing with Snape wouldn't result in anything.

Five minutes later Harry was dressed in his robe and pushing the last number to his father's office in China. He didn't know if his father was free to talk but since it was four in the afternoon there he guessed his father was free.

"Dad, can you please tell this rent a cop you ordered to stalk me to cut me some slack? He wakes me up before I need to get up, and refuses to let me go out at night."

"Harry, it's for your protection. Until they catch the person behind this, I can't let you go around as you want."

"I'm nineteen for God's sake; don't you think I can protect myself?"

"Please, Harry, listen to me-" James Potter began only to be rudely interrupted by his son.

"He scared the hell out of Ron. And Hermione and Ron have relationship problems because of Snape." Harry could hear his father sigh.

"Harry, listen; I am not completely sure what you're saying about Ron and Hermione but I can assure you that Mr. Snape is not trying to break them up."

"How would you know? You're never around."

"Harry! Sit down and relax before I ground you! Stop talking this nonsense about Mr. Snape. I gave him my approval to keep you at home if he saw that you might do something foolish, and I would say that running away from home with Ron or in your car is foolish. You're old enough to think, start using your brain!" Harry was dumbstruck, but he refused to let his father control him that easily, especially since he clearly didn't listen to his needs.

"I hate you!" he shouted at his father before turning off the phone. Furious, he grabbed some books that were resting on a table nearby and threw them against the wall. He then threw himself on the bed and screamed into the mattress.

After ten minutes Harry finally began to calm down again. Knowing that his father didn't back him up bothered him, and it became even worse when he realized Snape had told his father about him trying to escape in his car. When did they have time to talk about Harry? Had Snape dialed the number to his father and told he about the incident when Harry went up to his room? Had he even mentioned that he held a gun on Harry? Harry belatedly realized that he should have told his father about that. In fact, he should have lied and said that Snape held the gun on him and threatened to shoot him if he didn't get out of the car.

It might be a rotten thing to do, but if it got Snape fired Harry would be pleased. And the thought of calling up his father again was tempting but then Snape came in to tell him it was time to go to school.

Harry originally planned to stay home at all costs, but in the end realized that by agreeing to go he would be able to see Ron again, and maybe he could help Harry to come up with a better plan than Harry had. But his plan had some glitches in it. First of all, Snape would follow him and second, he didn't have any classes with Ron until English Literature that was after lunch. He would of course be able to sit with Ron during lunch, unless Snape decided to sit with him, which would decrease Harry's chances of escape.

Grumpy and tired, Harry made his way through the groups of Oxford students. He couldn't remember there being so many students there. In the end he found his friends who were, as usual, sitting in the library studying. Well, at least Hermione was.

"Harry," Ron said, "what are you doing up so early?" Hermione and Neville looked up at Harry with the same curious look as Ron.

"What do you think?" Harry growled out as Snape made his way over to his side. At least Snape didn't wear dark glasses and a microphone which would have certainly made Harry even more determined to get rid of him.

"Haven't seen you up so early in, how long has it been, Hermione?"

"Since last year," she said in offhandedly. Harry couldn't help feeling a tad hurt, but he knew that Hermione only spoke the truth.

Harry sat down beside Ron and stared at Snape, crossing his fingers that he would sit so far away that Harry could at least tell Ron about his plans to get Snape fired. He was in luck because Snape walked over to the window and sat down beside it, staring out at the snow that was softly falling from the sky.

"Ron, you need to help me, we need to find a way to get rid of him, I vote for fired." Ron nodded shortly, ignoring the man sitting by the window.

"Do you have a plan?" Harry shook his head, getting rid of Snape would be difficult; none of their usual tricks would work on him.

"I think we need to ask for help this time."

Ron's eyes widened. "You mean, Fred and George?"

Harry nodded stiffly.

"Isn't that a little cruel?"

It was Harry's turn to stare at Ron. Why was he worried about Snape? After all, it was Snape who kept Harry from living his life; he was the one that had imprisoned Harry the whole weekend. "Are you feeling sorry for him?"

Ron finally looked over at Snape, after a few seconds he turned back, avoiding Harry's eyes.

"No, it's just that he is trying to keep you safe. He's only doing his job."

"His job is what is keeping me from my life, Ron." Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing; he just knew he wouldn't let Ron think that way for long. "Do you remember how scared you were when he suddenly popped up Saturday?" Ron nodded. "That isn't anything to what I experienced. He pulled out his gun and shot my car!" Once he said that Harry knew Ron would be in.

"I'll call them after class," he said when he looked at the clock. Harry growled when he realized he would have to attend the first class of the day.

Harry made it through the day somehow; Hermione was impressed and thanked Snape for waking Harry. Harry of course wanted to hit her for her stupidity.

Ron called his brothers and arranged a meeting between all of them. Harry would pretend to have a movie night and then invite them over. The only downside was that Harry wouldn't be able to have any fun until the weekend.

"I'm not a child! And you're not my father!" Harry shouted at Snape when he discovered Snape wouldn't allow the meeting.

"It's your father's orders, Potter, I do not intend to let him down simply because you want a little fun with your friends."

Once again Harry found himself dialing his father's office number, only to be told that his bloody father wasn't in. At first Harry was pissed, until he remembered that his father was probably at home.

"Hello?" said a woman's voice once Harry was connected with their phone.

"Mom, hi, it's Harry."

"Harry, darling, how are you? Why are you calling at this hour?" Harry looked at the clock and realized that it was one am in China. He had completely forgotten about the time.

"Sorry, I forgot about the time. I just called to talk with dad." There was silence on the other end. Harry thought for a moment his mother had fallen asleep.

"He told me that he didn't want to talk with you until you grew up." Harry was shocked and hurt, and hearing his mother's voice telling him that made it hurt even more. "I don't know what is happening between you two but Harry, please, can't you try to get along with him? Why can't you try to do as he says?"

Harry was shocked to hear his own mother tell him to get along with the slimy git that had taken over his home. "I don't want to see my family broken up because of some disagreements. Why don't you just apologize to your father?" Up until then Harry was sure she was talking about Snape, and now he wasn't sure anymore.

"All right, I'll try." After a few minutes where they shared the new and exciting things that had happen to them, they said their goodbyes.

Harry walked down to the kitchen as soon as his conversation with his mother was over, refusing to think about his father's rude behaviour.

"Did you wake them up?" Harry couldn't help being startled by Snape's voice; he had not expected the git to just pop out of nowhere.

"How did you know?" Harry was worried that his phone call had been bugged. If that was the case then Harry wouldn't go easy on him.

"It's eight hours difference. If my math isn't completely wrong, I would say it's about one thirty right now." Harry wanted nothing more than to wipe the man's stupid know-it-all smirk off of his face.

"What are those?" Harry looked down at Snape's hand and noticed two golden balls rolling around in his palm. Snape stopped for a second and looked down at the balls.

"These are called meditation balls," he said in a bored tone. Harry had seen meditation balls before but he had never seen any like the ones Snape was twirling around in his palm. Snape must have seen his interest because the next thing he did was hand one over to Harry, who took it without asking a question.

Harry must have played with the golden ball a few minutes before Snape finally spoke again.

"The model is called Golden Snitch; apparently they were created by a goldsmith monk."

"For real?" Harry forgot all about his hatred for those few seconds while he stared at the Golden Snitch; the details on it were amazing, he had never seen anything like it before.

"That was what they said, but they were, after all, salesmen, they would say what they needed to make a sale." Harry looked up at the man and realized only then that he had been holding the ball way too long for his liking. Instantly he handed it back and continued over to the 'fridge.

Once he had found the makings for the quick sandwich he started preparing the pieces of toast. As soon as the massive heart attack sandwich was done he sat down at the kitchen table, ready to eat when Snape stopped him.

"Do you want dinner?" Harry wanted to ignore the man but decided against it. Answering him was the least he could do after Snape allowed him to touch his ball. At that thought Harry couldn't help giggling.

"This is my dinner." Harry lifted the sandwich just a little so that his point was made.

"Suit yourself," Snape said before opening the refrigerator door himself. Harry took a large bite of his sandwich. What was the man thinking offering him food? But of course he soon realized that Snape knew how to cook when he pulled out chicken and other ingredients to what Harry thought could be some stew. Feeling a little sick of the now dry sandwich he continued to stare at Snape, who knew his way around the kitchen quite well.

"Would you please stop staring, Potter, it's getting a little annoying." Harry wasn't aware he had been staring, and instantly he lowered his head. When the smell of the food was too much for him he decided to leave the kitchen. Why sit there when everything Snape did was to annoy him with the smell?

But even in his room he could smell the stew, and because he didn't eat the sandwich he felt sick. But knowing that Snape was occupied in the kitchen he decided to try again to break out. He got dressed quickly and climbed down the outside of the house. Not wanting to be cautious he ran down to the gate and up the street.

Only when he was sure he wasn't followed did he look for his phone and call Ron and tell him to come get him.

Ron was shocked to find out that Harry was free. After the previous attempt he thought that Harry would never be let out of Snape's sight again. Laughing, they headed over to the twins' house, they had already planed a few of the tricks they would like to test out.

Of course it didn't take long before Snape discovered he was missing, and he instantly set out to find him. Because he didn't know where Harry might have gone, he asked for help from Hermione. Of course she knew that Harry might have called Ron at one point so she called him.

"I swear I don't know where he is," Ron lied.

"And I swear, Ronald Weasley, if I find out you have lied to me I'll make you sleep on the sofa for a month!" At that Ron looked nervous, but he figured she'd never discover the truth. "Are you certain you don't know where he is?"

"I don't." He thought Hermione might say something else but she just hung up on him, shocking him even further.

"Aw, our little brother has problems on cloud nine," Fred mocked.

"Don't worry, mate, one look at that pathetic look on your face and she'll take you back," George added, jumping out of the way when Ron tried to hit him. Both twins laughed as they made their way over to the kitchen, leaving Ron alone with Harry.

"Why didn't you just tell her?" Harry could see Ron was offended by his question.

"You're my mate; I won't let you go back to that psycho." Harry suddenly felt bad for what he had told Ron. Snape was of course a psycho, but seeing him acting like a human only an hour earlier changed Harry's opinion, slightly.

After sitting there another half an hour Harry decided Ron should go home to Hermione so that she could see he wasn't with Harry. Two hours later Harry decided to leave as well. Fred and George tried to make him stay but to no avail, Harry was determined to go back.

"I'll send you a message with the time," Harry told them when they were all standing at the door. The twins shared the same evil grin that Harry knew meant they were up to something.

Slowly Harry walked back, but not before stopping at a local bar he enjoyed visiting frequently. Sitting down with a glass of cognac Harry let the time fly by, and before he knew it the clock turned ten.

Half drunk, he called a cab and went home.

Harry thought that when he was back home he would be able to lay down on his bed and sleep, but he knew sleep would be the last thing he would be able to do when he saw the blue lights outside.

"Where the hell have you been!" called an angry voice when he stepped into his house.

"In a bar," Harry responded, not caring what the man thought of him.

"Do you have any idea, Potter, what kind of trouble I'm in because of your little disappearing act?" Harry smirked at the man, but that was soon gone when Snape continued, "You imbecile, you're in just as deep shit as I am. Now go into the living room so that my boss can confirm you're still alive." Harry frowned at the angry man in front of him. Who did he think he was?

But he decided to play along for awhile until he found the perfect opportunity to get Snape fired. But things didn't go as planned when he saw his godfather sitting in the living room. Excited to see Sirius he ran over to him and gave him a big hug which was eagerly returned.

"Sirius, you're his boss?" Harry couldn't hide the shock, he knew Sirius was in charge of some department, but he didn't realize he was Snape's boss.

"I'm afraid so."

Harry looked back at the door to make sure Snape wasn't standing there. When he didn't see the other man he turned back more serious than the last time.

"You've got to fire him, he's awful." Sirius seemed to agree but sadly he didn't confirm it.

"I can't fire him for being a snarky bastard," he said slowly.

"He pulled a gun on me," Harry suddenly found himself saying, not knowing where it had come from.

"Are you serious?"

"No, you're Sirius, I'm Harry." Harry couldn't help giggling at the old joke, something Sirius didn't find funny at all. "Yes, he pulled the gun on me; then he shot my car."

"Snape!" Harry knew that what he said would cause problems for Snape, something he was happy for. Though he didn't like that he was still in the room.

"Yes?" Snape finally said.

"Care to explain why you pulled your gun on your assignment, who also happens to be my godson?" Snape's eyes narrowed as he scowled at Harry, who unconsciously took a step closer to Sirius.

"I can assure you I never pulled my gun directly on him." Harry could hear the barely controlled fury in his voice.

"Did you shoot the car?" Sirius continued; he didn't even try to hide his anger.

"Yes, but it was only bec-"

"That's it!" The few times when Sirius snapped Harry knew he was dangerous to be around. "Get dressed; we're going down to the station." Snape nodded before turning around and walking out of the room.

"What will happen to him?" Harry asked. He didn't care of course, just wanted to know.

"Not much, I'm afraid." Harry wanted to throw something against the wall, had he gone through all that trouble just to find out that Snape would be back?

Harry was then ordered to stay in his bedroom; he was also given a temporary guard, who was much nicer than Snape.