Title: Harry, In Slytherin
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Important Note: This is part three of Harry, In Slytherin and in this part Sirius Black escapes from Azkaban to get to the person that he wants to kill. This story will have a lot of the stuff that was in the third book but with Snape acting more and more like a father. Also things change for Harry as he starts to develop romantic feelings for the first time but I wont say who the object of Harrys affections is. I was sort of thinking if I should let Harry have his crush on Cho or not. Well if I do don't hate me. Also Sirius Black doesn;t know that Harry is Snape's adopted son so that leaves a lot open. Thanks everyone that has been reading and I hope that you like part three and the voting is over so if you did vote I'll write it down but it won't be posted on the chapter.
Harpygirl24
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Beginning Of Part Three
Chapter 50: Calls And A Visit
Harry was busy working on his Charms summer work, trying to figure out how to make his handwriting small so that he would have over the two feet of writing that Professor Flitwick wanted for his charms students. He took out his measuring tape and frowned. He was still six inches short and not too happy about it. He looked through his book, looking for anything that he could add, and then gave up. He let his charms essay dry and then rolled it up. He checked off Charms on his list of subjects that the teachers had given way too much homework and replaced all his things and then left the kitchen.
It had been a better summer, so far, then last year. Last year he couldn't have hoped to be able to do his work in the kitchen but thanks to his father threatening the Dursley's he was allowed to do his work wherever he wanted. In exchange he promised to work only two hours on his homework and then work in the garden. He had already planted some harmless plants that wouldn't make his aunt run for the hills. He had gotten the seeds from Professor Sprout.
He placed his completed Charms homework and book in the trunk and then looked over what he had for tomorrow. He was thinking of doing History of Magic next. It was all about medieval witch burnings, a subject that his relatives would know all about. He closed his trunk and then decided to write a letter to Crystal, his friend. He took out a spare sheet of parchment and wrote:
Dear Crystal,
Things are going okay with the muggles, at least their not making me work like a slave. Did you complete your Charms work yet? I think I have the largest writing in the world and I was six inches short of the required two feet that Professor Flitwick wanted. I'm going to start on my History of Magic homework next. Say hello to everyone including Lily, my horse, and I'll see you pretty soon.
Sincerely,
Harry.
He let the ink dry and then gave the letter to Hedwig, who flew out. When she returned he would let her rest and then send a letter to his adopted father.
Working outside wasn't as bad as it had been and he thought a lot about having a father now. Snape wasn't what you call the ideal father but he treated Harry with some respect and had given him some points. Harry remembered what Snape had told the Dursley's about him being smart. Thinking of those words made Harry feel warm all over. His father had told his relations that he was smart and that meant a lot to Harry. After he was finished he applied some sunscreen and then went to paint the fence.
Harry took a shower and then returned to his room. A very scary-looking owl was waiting on him with a huge package. Harry had a feeling that it was from his father and he took the package. The owl waited and Harry suspected that he was supposed to reply. He took the letter that had been placed on the box and opened it.
Harry,
I hope that you like these muggle shoes. I've never given a present like this before so I had to go to Professor McGonagall to make sure that I was doing the right thing. Also enclosed is some food from the Hogwarts kitchen. I know that you have one of those enchanted pouches and you can accept the stuff inside the box, if you want.
Sincerely,
Professor S. Snape
Harry felt like snorting but he wrote back, telling Snape thank you for the food and shoes and then the owl left. Harry ate the food that the elves had made for him, feeling contented. That night Aunt Petunia tried to make Harry feel that he was getting a little more to eat then normal by letting him have a second helping of mash potatoes. Harry accepted it and then Uncle Vernon asked. "Is that man going to show up?"
"Yes," Harry answered. "I can't tell him what he can and can't do, he's my Professor."
"Fine as long as he's dressed normally," Uncle Vernon told Harry.
Dudley snickered and Harry chose not to say anything.
The next morning Harry got a call from Hermione, who was in France. She was all cheerful, and told him that he would be getting a very special present soon.
"That's great," Harry said. "So how are things in France?"
"Great," Hermione answered. "There is a lot of local history of witchcraft in this area. Professor Binns is going to go nuts when he finds out that I have a few more rolls more then what he asked for. So how are things going with your homework?"
"Well I completed my Charms work and I don't have to worry about Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Yeah, I heard that Lockhart doesn't want to return before Snape sent him a pranked bottle of scotch."
Harry was stunned into silence. Snape pranked someone?
"Harry, are you there?" Hermione asked.
"Um, yes, I can't believe it," Harry said.
Hermione laughed. "Crystal told me when I wrote to her last week," Hermione said. "Oh how are things with the muggles?"
"Okay, being able to do my homework at the kitchen table is something that I never thought would happen."
"And where are your lovely relations?" Hermione asked.
Harry turned to see his aunt in the kitchen giving Dudley his breakfast.
"Well Uncle Vernon is at work and my aunt is actually giving Dudley his breakfast," Harry said. "I didn't have to cook it."
"That's great," Hermione said. "It looks as though Professor Snape's warning is keeping them from giving you grief."
"I know and I'm happy," Harry told her.
There was a pause, "I'm glad," Hermione told him. "Well I need to get off before mum yells at me."
"I'll talk to you later," Harry said and then hung up.
When Harry went into the kitchen his aunt was washing the dishes. Normally Harry would be upset that everyone had eaten and he hadn't but he thought about the pouch that Crystal had given him and knew that the elves would give him some breakfast when he went back to his room. So he turned around and headed upstairs, eager for a bowl of porridge.
That afternoon the doorbell rang and Harry went to answer it. The figure of his adopted father appeared on the other side, looking pleased to see him.
"Hello, Harry," Snape said. "Can I come in?"
"Sure," Harry said and moved aside to let Snape enter.
Harry saw that Uncle Vernon wasn't pleased to see Snape there and he saw Snape basking in the displeasure that his first visit of Harry's summer could only bring. He had a box with him and handed it to Harry.
"Were going out for dinner, Harry, and I want you to change into that," Snape told him. "I'm sure that you'll like it."
"Thanks," Harry said, seeing how jealous Dudley looked.
Harry went upstairs to change and then came down wearing a green silk shirt, dress pants and dress shoes. Snape helped him with his tie and then they both left the house. Harry had never been to a fancy restaurant before and when they settled into their seats Harry saw that all the food wasn't in English.
"I'll order for us," Snape told Harry.
"Thanks," Harry said, glad that someone wasn't going to make him look like a fool.
When the waiter showed up Snape spoke in Italian and showed him what they both wanted. The waiter nodded and then left though he did return a few minutes later with their drinks. Harry took a sip of his and found that it was soda, which he was glad about.
"So has Miss Slytherin called as promised?" Snape asked him, not touching his glass of red wine.
"Yes," Harry answered. "She's really having a good time in France."
"I bet she doesn't know that there's a spot in France that she can go and get all the information that she needs about her essay," Snape told him. "I'll have to tell her when she showed up for class."
Their food arrived and Harry bit into the pasta, not knowing what it would taste like. To his surprise he liked it and started to eat. Harry noticed that Snape rolled his eyes in what looked like nothing short of pleasure.
"This place as the best food in the world," Snape told him after taking a sip of his wine. "I thought that you might think the same."
"It's better then my aunt's cooking," Harry agreed.
Snape snorted. "I think anywhere would be better then your aunts cooking," Snape pointed out and Harry agreed.
When they had finished eating Snape paid for his bill and both of them headed back to the Dursley's. Harry had such a great time that he really didn't want to go back but he knew that he had. Snape rang the doorbell and Petunia answered it.
"I'll be back in a few days," Snape told her. "And remember what I said."
Petunia glared at him but then let Harry enter. Soon Snape was once again gone.
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A/N: I hope that you all love this chapter. Also I wont be posting a new chapter until Sunday. I live with two other people and they always demand to get on the computer. Next up: News About Ron
