Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Just parts of the plot.

Harry hunched over his paper and continued to scribble his picture. He had been at Hogwarts for four weeks by now and still had not left the hospital wing.

"Hagrid, no," he heard Madam Pomphrey say, "They cannot stay here."

"The Perfesser said that it'd be a good ider," a gruff voice replied, "That the kids 'er still adjustin' to bein' here for the summer. Yer was sayin' yerself that Harry needed somin' to do other than use his colorin'."

"I did not mean that you should bring two animals to the hospital wing," was Madam Pomphery's reply, "Harry's still adjusting to being here, too."

Harry looked up and saw a MASSIVE, THREE HEADED puppy barolling strait at him. With a frightened cry he lept off the bed and ran across the room. The puppy bowled Harry over and covered him with kisses. Harry burst into giggles.

"See, Mad'm Pomphrey?" Hagrid said with a grin, "Harry and Fluffy get along fine! Harry, would yer like ter take care of Fluffy and Fang fer me while im gone?"

Harry was to busy laughing to reply.

"I'll take tha' as a ' yes'," the half giant said before walking away.

"Hagrid!" Madam Pomphrey called after him, to no avail.

Harry giggled as Fluffy carried him around the room, Fang trotting along behind them.

Harry sat on Fluffy's back while he colored a new picture of Fang when the door to the hospital wing creaked open. A man dressed in all black walked in. Fluffy and Fang began to growl.

"Steady, Fluffy. Steady, Fang," the man ordered, "You know that I will not harm anyone. "

"Who are you?" Harry wispered from behind the giant dog, holding Fang to his chest.

"I am Proffesor Severus Snape, Mr. Potter," the man said without smiling.

"How do you kow my ame?" Harry felt tears stinging his eyes," Did A't' Poppy tell you?"

"No," the man sat on the edge of Harry's bed, "I was friends with your parents. Madam Pomphrey asked me to keep an eye on you while she went to Diagonally to do some shopping."

Harry scooted closer to the dark man,"What do you teach?"

Profesor Snape gave him a small smile, "I teach potions and I'm head of Slytherin house. Have you heard of the Houses?"

Harry shook his head, "Will you tell me? Please, Sir?"

Profesor Snape nodded, "There are four houses, Gryffindore, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. I am head of Slytherin. Your parents were in Griffindore. They were founded by four of the greatest witches and wizards of their time. Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindore, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff."

Harry crawled over Fluffy and sat next to Profesor Snape, "Why did't you go home? A't' Poppy says that it 's the holiday."

Profesor Snape turned to him, "I was assigned to watch the Summer students. The ones that didn't go home. Heavens only knows why they would want to stay at school."

"I likes it here," Harry admitted quietly.

Profesor Snape gave him a small smile, "I do too. Most of the time."

Harry smiled back, his green eyes sparkling.

"Would you like to hear a story, Harry?" Proffesor Snape asked.

Harry nodded and hugged Fang as the puppy lept into his lap.

The doors to the hospital wing banged open and three children rushed in.

"Madam Pomphrey!" A red haired girl called.

"We can-" An orange haired boy was cut off.

"Sh!" Proffesor Snape hissed, "He just fell asleep."

The trio froze. The Proffesor was sitting on one of the beds, leaning against a Cerberus puppy, with a little boy asleep in his lap.

"Profesor?" The last child, a raven haired girl, wispered, "Who is that?"

"This is Harry Potter, Ms. Marie," Proffesor Snape explained," He will be staying with Madam Pomphrey until Proffesor Dumbledore decides otherwise."

"Why is he here, Professor?" The boy asked.

"I wouldn't say that is any of your bussiness, Mr. Weasley," Proffesor Snape wispered.

"May we stay here with you, Sir?" The red haired girl inquired.

"You my, Ms. Cusino," the Proffesor agreed, "If you remaine quiet."

The three students gathered around and found things to to. Pulling books and quills out of bags and perusing quiet hobbies. Proffesor Snape had to admit he had gotten lucky with this group of students. The ones last summer had been loud and would have woken Harry by now.

AN: Tell me what you think. LLB