A/N: I am so sorry for taking so long to get this chapter up, I know that I really don't have an excuse (other then the chapter being gone) so I'm not even going to try. No more having to read my blabbering! Get to the story!

Whoops, almost forgot: Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J K Rowling does, so if you wanted to read something that belongs to me, you're just going to have to get over it, sorry. :)

Snape and Sylvia watched Harry sleep, and both smiled at the adorable little boy. They then went into their rooms, and took their own naps, both tired from their nightlong searching.

Harry woke to the sun streaming in from the window and sat up with a jolt, 'I'm so dead, I forgot about going back home after "detention",' he thought to himself.

He stood up, stretching the kinks out of his muscles, and headed toward the kitchen to quench the now loud grumbling in his stomach. Harry looked around the cupboards and shelves lined with food for something simple and easy to prepare. He found the answer when he opened the bread box and found enough bread to make himself and his two hosts a few sandwiches each. He quickly set to work, making what he hoped would be a good enough thank you present for the splint on his arm and the nap that they had allowed him to take.

When he finished the sandwiches, Harry found a piece of paper and what looked like a feather pen and wrote his new friends a note by the sandwiches.

"Dear Sylvia and Mr. Snape,

Thank you so much for letting me stay here for a few hours, and for helping my arm, and for telling me the story. I don't know if I will be able to come back, but I'll sure try. My aunt and uncle think that I am in detention, so I need to get back before I get into trouble.

Thank you again,

Harry Potter

P.S. If you want to come visit me, my address is Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey"

Harry's handwriting was atrocious, but he hoped that they would be able to decipher it. Grabbing a sandwich for the trip, Harry quietly headed back to the Dursley's, hoping that he wouldn't be in too much trouble.

When Harry made it back home, he quietly opened the door, expecting his uncle to pop out at any second, ready with a clenched fist and angry glint in his eye, but no such surprise happened. Harry glanced around before heading out to the garden, where he knew Monday's weeds would be waiting for him. Not waiting to be asked, Harry did the chore that had been expected of him since he was three.

A few hours passed peacefully, allowing Harry to maintain the slight happiness he had gained from his time with the Snapes. The door behind him creaked open, and a very sugary face poked out into the open.

"Welcome back, Harry," Dudley said, walked out and squatting in the dirt near Harry.

"Thanks, so did they believe you that I got detention?" Harry asked, wincing as he gripped a particularly stubborn weed and hurt his arm.

"Yeah, but I think you should avoid 'detention' from now on, cause they got really steamed."

"Thanks for covering for me, what can I do to pay you back?" Harry looked at Dudley, silently hoping that Dudley wouldn't revert back to his old self and take advantage of him.

"I just want breakfast for dinner, that's all," Dudley answered, plucking at the long blades of grass between his toes.

"Consider it done, Dudley," Harry grinned at his even newer friend, and stood up to carry the freshly pulled weeds to the growing compost pile. Finished with his gardening for the day, Harry and Dudley went inside to plan breakfast for dinner.

A/N: There you go, not exactly what I had originally planned for this chapter, but certainly still good, don't you think? (Quiet whispering in background.) No, I wasn't asking you, Nosey McNoserton, I was asking them, my wonderful, accepting, forgiving audience.