Two Soldiers on Opposing Sides

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Chapter 3 Hell Begins

When they finally let go of the portkey Harry wasn't shocked to find himself lying flat on the ground while Snape landed perfectly on his feet, showing no sign of being tortured the day before. Harry got up to face a two or three story house, tan curtains hiding what lye inside the windows from view and a large balcony on the top floor.

"Well, don't just stand there, Potter. Come along," Snape growled from further away.

Harry snapped out of his thoughts, finding Snape had already crossed the grassy lawn and was nearing the large wooden door. He rushed to catch up with the Professor, watching as Snape unlocked the door with a spell.

"Where are we?" Harry asked dumbly hoping to receive a clear answer that obviously wouldn't be coming.

As he had known before, he was ignored. The wooden door was open and before him or Snape could step in, out stepped a man in plumb colored robes, a long beard hanging from his chin and half-moon glasses with twinkling blue eyes behind them. He smiled down at Harry and Snape as if he'd been expecting them.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry greeted with excitement, finally able to see someone from the Wizard world whom liked him.

Perhaps Ron and Hermione were here as well. Maybe even Sirius or the entire Weasley clan would be here. Or was this Dumbledore's house? Harry never picturedthe headmaster's house, he'd always pictured Dumbledore's home as Hogwarts, where he belonged.

"Hello Harry," Dumbledore laughed. "Do come in, both of you." He backed into the house holding the door open to allow them inside. "Have a seat," Dumbledore offered.

The room inside had a light, safe feeling. A long brownish couch that curved at the corners so it would comfortably seat about six people sat in the center of the large room. Tan colored pillows lay on top the sofa, matching the curtains that decked the large windows. Two armchairs of the same shade of brown like the couch were positioned on either end of the sofa and a large coffee table sat before the couch. Two smaller tables with oil lamps were placed beside the armchairs, lighting the room. Many bookshelves that Hermione would have adored surrounded the walls but most of the books could have been thousands of years old. And finally a large, unlit fireplace completed the room, a vase of floo powder sitting on the mantle in case needed.

Harry sat at one end of the sofa while Dumbledore sat in the center, Snape relaxed in the armchair furthest away from them both. Dumbledore offered them each Lemon Drops, a muggle sweet but both Harry and Snape kindly (except for Snape) declined the candy.

"Harry, I sure you are wondering why we are here?"

"Yes," he answered with eagerness for a good explanation.

"This summer I believe it will be safe for you, since Voldemort has returned, to begin extra training in magic," Dumbledore began to explain to him, Snape obviously knew everything as he heavily sighed.

"What kind of magic? Like Defense of the Dark Arts?" He asked curiously.

"That will be most of it, yes. Professor Snape has agreed to help you learn," the old headmaster paused, as if allowing the information to sink in. Snape was going to train him! Harry had to hide his anger to keep from shouting out. "Sirius had wanted to, Harry I assure you but the home he resides in now is not fit for so much magic and it would be dangerous for him to risk leaving."

"Will I be able to see him this summer, at all?" Harry asked, finally deciding that with Snape only a few feet away from him it would be wise not to complain.

"Yes, I will arrange you to visit him sometime before term begins," Dumbledore assured him with a smile, his eyes twinkling. "And you will see him on the holidays as well."

Harry grinned, he couldn't wait to see Sirius. It might be worth spending a full summer with Snape, who made it perfectly clear he despised him, if he could see his godfather at last. It was still going to be the longest summer he'd ever had, even paired with how he was treated at the Dursleys, a slave basically the way they cared for him.

But what was Snape going to teach him? Harry could easily picture himself sitting before a large cauldron, tossing and stirring in various ingredients while Snape lurked behind him, cursing and shouting at his every move. He was right, it would be an awful and agonizing summer.

"Where is Sirius?" Harry asked pleasantly to get his mind of the subject.

"The Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix," Dumbledore answered with ease, much to Harry's confusion. "The Order of the Phoenix is a secret society I established in the first war to help bring down Voldemort and his followers, your parents were in it."

"Really?" Harry asked, excitement perking at the mention of his deceased parents whom besides the night of their deaths he had no recollection of them.

Dumbledore nodded solemnly. "I must be leaving now. I wish both of you a great summer," His eyes twinkled as he stood. Harry couldn't help but be filled with anger. Dumbledore hadn't told him much. "Harry, please remember that not much information can be carried by owl, the ministry has been intercepting more and more owls each day."

Harry nodded in understanding, still quite a bit outraged but was sure to hide his emotions well. After all, it didn't look as if Snape was excited about this. Harry looked over to the chair Snape had occupied moments before only to find him gone.

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As Severus watched Dumbledore talk to Potter he grew more and more annoyed. The Headmaster made it seem like he wanted to do this! When Albus began explaining the Order of the Phoenix he discretely darted from the room, barely catching Dumbledore's blue eyes.

He found himself in the library, taking a book off a shelf that was far older than any in the living room. Collapsing into one of chairs he'd pulled from under the center table, he buried himself into another world.

A few minutes later the scrawny, green-eyed boy with sloppy, raven hair appeared at the doorway, lugging an owl cage and his trunk behind him.

"Uh…Professor Snape?" He asked uncertainly.

Snape assumed Albus had left him now. Bloody brilliant, hell begins.

"Your room is on the third floor," He told Potter. "It's the second room on the left. Don't even think about entering another room without my permission unless it's the bathroom that is connected to your room."

"Yes sir."

"Lunch is at 12:15, do not be late," Snape advised him before the boy rushed away, dragging his things with him.