Harry groaned as he reluctantly got out of his warm and comfortable bed. Harry wished that he could lie back down and fall into a deep sleep once again, but he knew he couldn't. Today was a Tuesday. To Harry's great dismay, it was his first lesson day. He had occlumency with Snape number one (Severus) and duelling with Snape number two (Isilious). He, Harry Potter would be stuck in a house, alone with two Snapes. Harry felt a little worried, a little uneasy but most of all, he was afraid. Harry was afraid that the vision he had had of Snape and Voldemort was true. Afraid that Snape was really an evil death eater and not just a cunning spy. If so, Harry would definitely be done for. Knowing that there was nothing he could do about it, Harry had a quick shower and got dressed.

He made his way down the shiny oak stairs and into the neat dining room. There at the table, sat Severus Snape in his usual spot, drinking a cup of steaming tea. As Harry sat down he wondered if Snape was still in a foul mood with him. He was.

"If rude had another name it would definitely be Potter. Didn't your aunt and uncle teach you how to say good morning, or do I have to remind you every single day!" Sanpe said looking at Harry with irritation.

"Good morning sir," Harry said, not wanting to make matters worse.

"Do I need to remind you that you have lessons today?"

"No sir."

"I expect you to do better at occlumency this time."

"Yes sir."

"And I will warn you now, Isilious does not put up with any out of line behaviour."

"Yes sir."

"And Potter, do you know what the meaning of the word 'brush' is?"

"What…sir?"

"A brush Potter, haven't you ever used one in your life?"

Harry knew he was blushing, he could feel his face go red. He had forgotten to brush his hair that morning, which made it messier then it usually was. "Yes sir, I know what a brush is."

"Well use one, you look like your father, and believe me, that is not a compliment," Snape sneered.

Harry restrained himself from answering back and just nodded his head. He knew that if he opened his mouth, he would get himself into big trouble.

"You have Occlumency at ten. You have half an hour to get ready. I suggest you brush that mess you call hair."

Harry excused himself and made his way to his room. Harry was fuming. He knew that if Snape mentioned his parents one more time, he would not be able to hold his tongue.

On the owl perch, stood Hedwig with two letters tied to her leg. Harry untied them and opened the first one, which of course was from Ron and Hermione.

Dear Harry.

Hope you're well mate. Don't worry, we feel your pain. Being stuck in a house with Snape must be horrible. Hermione suggests that you don't push your luck. And don't do anything stupid. I on the other hand suggest that you give Snape hell. You should see the glare she's giving me for writing that. Anyway Harry, we miss you very much. Be good and don't bother Professor Snape.

Yours truly,

Ron and Hermione

Ps. that was Hermione who wrote the last sentence

Harry was smiling as he opened the second letter.

Dearest Harry

How are you? I hope you are coping well. I also hope that you are still sane. We all miss you very much, especially Molly. She is concerned that you are not being fed well.

I am sorry that this was a very short letter but I must go now, I have business to attend to.

Yours truly,

Remus

Ps. Be good.

Harry put the letters into his desk drawer. He wanted to reply but he knew that he didn't have the time. He quickly went into his bathroom and retrieved his brush. Snape was right, Harry thought, as he looked into his bathroom mirror. His shoulder length hair was so messed up and stood in every direction. Harry pulled his wet brush through his hair and tidied it up as possible. Realizing the time Harry made his way down stairs.

Harry had absolutely no idea where he was meeting Snape for the lessons. Looking at his watch it was ten o'clock. "Damn it," Harry muttered he was definitely going to be late. A voice from behind him made him jump. "Master Harry needs anything?" squeaked Trigger.

"Yes, do you know where Professor Snape is?" Harry answered.

"He is waiting for you in his study; I will show you where it is."

Harry followed the elf. Trigger stopped at an oak door. The elf then disappeared with a loud pop. Harry knocked on the door. "In Potter", came an angry reply from inside.

Harry reluctantly opened the door and stepped inside. The room that Harry entered was most splendid. It was a big study with a merry fire place. A crackling fire gave the room warmth. On the floor was a large soft rug. Books lined the room and were stacked high on a large wooden desk. At the desk sat a very angry Snape. "Potter, you are five minutes late. You wasted five whole minutes from this lesson." Snape hissed.

"You didn't tell me where to go for the lesson Professor," Harry replied, trying to sound polite.

"Silence! Don't answer back to me Potter,"

Snape took out his wand and pointed it at Harry. Harry immediately took his wand out. Was Snape going to do his Lord's will and kill him? Harry thought. "Legilimens," Snape said in a bored tone.

Harry was not ready for this. He felt his memories take up reality. Many memories flashed past his eyes. He was four years old, locked in his dark cupboard crying. He was six; he had just burned his hand on the stove, while making breakfast. He was eleven, Sitting on the stool with the sorting hat on his head. He was holding the snitch in triumph. He was falling through the air towards the ground. He was-

Harry felt himself fall to the ground. He was too exhausted to get back up "Potter, if you had bothered to clear your mind before you went to sleep every day, I wouldn't have to see your pitiful life. But no, you are just too lazy to even bother," Snape sneered as he roughly pulled Harry off the ground. Let's try that again"

"Legilimens"

Once again, Harry's memories took over. Harry was being chased by death eaters through the ministry. Harry was sitting down with his friends, discussing the best way to torture Snape. Harry was watching Snape twitch with pain on the ground, after being tortured by Lord Voldemort.

Harry was suddenly brought back to reality. He mastered all the strength in him, to keep himself standing. A shiver ran down Harry's spine as he caught the look on his Professors face. Snape looked deadly, fury shone in his beetle black eyes. "Explain" Snape said in a dangerous whisper.

"I-I had a vision of you and Voldemort while I was asleep. Y-you're planning to hand me over to him aren't you?" Harry said, not able to steady his voice.

"You insolent, arrogant, self centered brat, how dare you think that. Have you not the brains to think that I only said that to cover up this damned adoption?" Snape hissed furiously. Why did you not tell me when I asked you about these visions?" Snape demanded.

"I didn't know how you would react," Harry replied.

"Well now you know Potter!" Snape yelled.

"I-I am sorry" Harry said, not feeling sorry at all.

"Your weak Potter, you have no discipline or control over your own mind. This weakness lead to your godfather's death and will soon lead to the downfall of the whole wizarding world," Snape said harshly.

Harry felt the words sink in. He felt the guilt for Sirius' death return. He felt great hatred for the man standing in front of him, well up inside him. "I hate you" Harry said with such venom in his voice. Not waiting for the older man's reply, Harry turned his back to Snape and rushed out of the study. He entered his room and slammed the door with a deafening bang. Snape was going to pay for those heartless words. Harry blamed himself enough over his godfather's death without Snape having to remind him.

Harry knew very well that he was in serious trouble. He knew that soon he would regret his actions. But he didn't care. All he cared about was tearing Snape up into pieces.