When Dumbledore left them. Harry felt stuck with Snape. He takes a breath and gets up getting Hedwig, "Which bedroom will mine be?" asked, not turning around as he got his trunk with magic of his wand and flowed above his head.

"I will show you," Snape hissed through gritted teeth and got up, "come Potter," he spat, "Don't have all day like some."

They went up the stairs. Snape opens one of the bedrooms it was huge with a closet and a dresser. A chair next to the window. Harry smiles at this room. His face dropped when Cedric came to his mind. He missed him and it was all his fault that Cedric is dead now. Severus walks in. Harry puts his trunk on the ground and Hedwig in her cage. He turns back over to Severus, "Thank you for not making me stay at the Durselys," he says.

Severus was shocked, "Really Potter? You didn't want to stay with them where you would be showered with love and-"

"Just stop Professor you know that is not true about them loving me," Harry walks over to the window and sits down on the chair.

"If you think I would take pity on you then your sadly mistaken," Snape spat, "I will go to my room to do some work and I don't want to hear anything from you till dinner," he gritted his teeth. As walking to the door he says, "You aloud to go to the bathroom but other then that stay in this room," he slams the door. Harry listens to his footsteps going to the other room which he is guessing is Severus' room while staying here. Harry sighs and goes over to his bed and put the covers over him. Cedric is gone and it is all his fault if only he has listened to his instinct that something wasn't right and not take the cup he would still be alive. Harry rolls up his sleeve to reveal a cut that he made on him two weeks after Cedric's death. He could still feel Voldemort staring at him with those snake eyes of his. His green face breathing him. Touching his scar make him hurt. He blames all the deaths that happened so far his mothers and fathers. And Cedric. Tears rolled down his face. He wanted friends right now. Hermione to be there with him and Ron. 'Wonder what they are up to? Will I ever see them this year I need so bad' it hurt his chest as he cries in his hands. "Cedric. I'm sorry. How could I face your father and tell him that it is my fault. He will never forgive. If I told Cho she will never look at me again," he whispers while more tears ran down his cheeks, "and I was going to make a move on her this year. I guess that is not going to happen. But how can I think of a relationship when Voldemort is out there now destroying lives. Looking for me. What if more people die because of me. I am weak compared to him," he put his head in his covers. Drifting off to sleep.

Severus looks up from his work of essays and looks at the clock in his room beside his door. And was shocked that it was already 6. Time for dinner. He gets up and walks down to the kitchen to make pasta and tomato sauce.

At 6:30 there was a knock at Harry's door, "Dinner time Potter!" he heard Severus shout. He is sitting in the chair when Snape yelled through the door. He heard footsteps going down stairs. Harry wipes his eyes as he got up from the chair looking over in the mirror beside his bed to make sure his eyes were dry by now. Seeing that they were still a bit damp but not enough to see was crying Harry got out of the room and headed down stairs to the kitchen.

Dinner was rather quiet. They didn't say much during the meal. Harry got up from the table after he was done eating and collected his plate. Snape puts his newspaper down when he saw Harry coming over to him, "What do you want Potter?" he spat Potter out like it a disgusting taste in his mouth.

"I am here to collect your plate sir. It is my job at the Durselys' you see," Severus watched him as he collected his plate and walks over to the sink to clean them. 'Is it my imagination or is Potter's eyes abit red?' Snape shrugs it off and continues with his newspapers.

It was Harry's birthday in two days but he didn't care. He never ones celebrated it. He felt jealous when thinking how Dudley was showered with gifts and he wasn't. He puts the dishes on the dish rack. At least he will be turning 15 that was something to look forward to. Without a word to Severus he went back up to his room and went into the bathroom to take a shower.