A.N: Hello everyone! Thanks to all of the people who said in their review if they'd prefer a
H/Hr or H/G relationship. So far, a Harry/Hermione relationship is winning. I will continue taking votes
until chapter 33 is posted. Please continue voting if you have not yet voted.
Okay, now I have some extremely bad news. Next weekend, I will recieve my Report Card.
What's so bad about that? I'm getting a D in US History, and I am not allowed to get anything lower than
a C-...so...I'm going to be grounded from the Internet. How long? Until Christmas. So, this means, that
chapter 33 will be the last chapter until Christmas....unless I am extremly busy on Friday. Then *this chapter*
will be the last chapter until Christmas. I apologise for hating anything to do with Social Studies, for that is
why I have such a bad grade in US History. See, I love to write and read...that is why I have a A- to a B+ is
English 9. I'm the kind of person that if something bores me or doesn't interest me...I pretty much don't do
it. When I am no longer grounded, I will have the next chapter posted IMMEDIATELY. And when I do post
it, I will E-mail every single person that left me a review w/ an E-mail address from the last 5-10 chapters.
So if you want to be informed when that chapter is up and you have not reviewed me..Review Me And
Leave Your E-Mail Address. Once again I am sorry for this wretched news. I will tell you one thing though-
THIS STORY WILL ****NOT**** BE FORGOTEN!!!! I WILL BE WRITING ON PEN AND PAPER
WHILE I AM GROUNDED!!!!
Okay, with that said, onto the answered questions and of course the story.
**(Rebekah) I thought I'd just let you know, Baasheep is my best on-line bud. She is always
helping me with my story. Good Luck with your story!
**(Candy) It's amazing how many questions you have! This one, however, I did not need to think
about for a half hour. Sadly, however, I am going to keep you thinking, and not answer that question. You
will just have to wait and see....again....I do keep you waiting, don't I?
Okay, onto chapter Thirty-three!
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There was only one word to discribe what Harry had felt later that day. Hate. Well, Harry didn't
hate anyone, so maybe the way to say it is that he purely disliked, or dispised. Yes, that is the best way
to describe it.
He dispised Fudge. Harry did not want to face the public. He did not want to go to a party
celebrating the fact that he killed Voldemort. He did not, did not, want to write a speech. All he wanted to
do was to see his friends, try to understand his father, and start his classes again. All he wanted was a
normal life.
But no, he thought to himself, lying in a bed(he had no idea where he was) after waking up,
I have to be the bloody kid who defeated Voldemort. I have to make a speech. I have to present it infront
of hundreds, maybe thousands, of people I don't know! He rolled over and burried his face in a pillow,
tears making the silk pillow damp. He was not crying tears of sadness, but tears of anger, frustration,
worry, and most of all, stress. He had never felt so stressed in his life.
A sharp intake of breath escaped Harry as he heard the door open.He layed very still, his
eyes shut tight. There was no noise for a moment, then he heard footsteps walk throughout the room,
and stop at the side of his bed. He felt a slight weight at the side of his bed near his waist. He tried
to look asleep as much as possible, trying to keep his breathing even. This did not fool the person
sitting on his bed.
"I know you're awake Harry." a voice said, and it was Snape. Harry made no response,
he did not want to get out of this bed. He continued to lay there, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly
open. He heard Snape laugh quietly from his side.
"I know you're awake, you snore when you're asleep. And you're not snoring, are you?"
Harry couldn't let that comment get away. He opened his eyes and turned around to look at
his father.
"I do not snore!" Harry said, and this caused Snape the snigger.
"You're right, you don't. But it got you to admit that you were awake, didn't it?" Snape laughed
again, and it made Harry speechless.Snape - laughing? I mean, it was weird enough that Snape was his
father, but laughing? Harry just goggled at him. Snape stopped, and looked at Harry.
"Yes, anyways, the Headmaster just left, and I asked when you were able to see your friends.
He said that you can go see them when you please, but before he tells the staff. He plans on telling everyone
tomorrow at breakfast, because he wants you to eat with us tomorrow." Snape said, and Harry sat up instantly.
"You mean I can go see tham now?" Harry asked, his change of mood completely visable. Snape
considered this for a moment.
"Yes," he said, "you can go see them now, as long as you eat something first You missed lunch,
so I brought something up from the kitchens."
Harry sprung up from the bed, shoved his feet into his shoes(noticing that he was still dressed)
and ran throught the large bedroom and out the open door. He was met with the sight of a beautiful room.
It's ceiling was extremely high and sloped at the top. The room was large, much larger than the
room he was sleeping in, and it was painted a remarkable shade of emerald green that seemed to
shine and sparkle in the sunlight. It was round shaped, and the room was comfortly crowded with furniture.
All of the furniture was made of a dark polished wood, and mostly were bookshelves. Bookshelves
surrounded most of the wall space, and they were nearly packed with books ranging from many sizes
and colors. To his left was a towering fireplace, with bright orange flames sparking and warming the room.
He stood lost in awe in the doorway when he felt Snape come up behind him.
"Where is this place?" Harry asked, still looking around the room. Snape sniggered behind him.
"These are my quarters. We are in the dunguons, acroos from the Slytherin Dormitory, to be
percise. What do you think of it?" Snape asked, and Harry smiled.
"It's amazing!" He said.
"Well, I'm glad you like it. You are welcome to stay here during the weekends, if you wish. Though
i think you'd rather prefer to stay in-" Snape started but Harry turned around, grining widely.
"You mean I can stay here?" Harry asked, and immediately remembered a converstation similar
to this one. When Sirius had asked him if he wanted to live with him, and thought that he would rather live
with the Dursleys. And then how his dream was flattened, and ho he had to return to the Dursleys that summer.
He faintly hoped that tis dream would not be distinguished.
Snape looked at him surprised for a moment. "Yes, of course you can stay here. But I'm afraid
that during the week you'll have to stay in the Gryffindor Dormitories." Harry laughed and walked into the
room, still looking every which way, trying to take in the fact that he would get to stay here. Snape walked
in behind him, and pointed to a door to their left.
"That door leads to my bedroom. Through there is another door that takes you to my part of the
dungeons and my bathroom. There is also a door in your room that takes you to your part of dongeon and
to your own bathroom. You will have to set a password to your dungeons. I will help you with it another time.
Now, if you want to eat something before you leave, it's right over there." he said, and pointed to their right.
Snape watched in amusement as Harry rushed over to a small table, pick up an apple and nearly
inhale it. He then rushed back over, surprising Snape by giving him a fast hug, and rushed out the main door
shouting a quick, "Be back later!"
Snape stood rooted on the spot, looking at the door that Harry had just ran through. "Bye,"
he whispered, still completely shocked.
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Harry walked down the hallways quickly. He would run, but he knew that he would tire himself out,
and the last thing he wanted was to pass out before he got there. He then thought of his own way to apparate,
when he had transported Draco, Ron, Hermione, Snape, Voldemort, and himself to the battle area back in
October. Then, smacking himself in the head, knew that if he was to do that, he would definatley pass out.
So he continued walking, slightly nervous to what would happen when he suddenly walked
through the Gryffindor Portrait.
Around five minutes later, he walked up to the picture of the Fat Lady. Then he remembered that
he had no idea what the new password was.
"Password?" the Fat Lady asked, and Harry took a guess.
"Venomous Tentacula?" he asked, remembering that he last password. The Fat Lady shook her
head.
"Sorry dear, wrong password." she said. Harry thought for a moment. Then he got an idea. He
wasn't sure if it would work, but he decided to try.
Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He sent out his magical energy, making it go into
the portrait. He searched throught the picture's magical properties, looking for the password. It felt like hours
later when he finally found it.
He opened his eyes, grinning a bit. "Waiting," he said, wondering about the strange password.
The Fat Lady nodded and slid open.
Harry walked into the Gryffindor common room, and looked around. It looked exactly the same from
when he saw it last, except that no one was there. He moaned and walked to the staircase. He needed his
Murader's Map and his Invisability Cloak.
He walked up the stairs, quietly, incase anyone was in there. As he was about to reach the Fifth
Year Domitories, he heard voices from inside.
He listened intently to the voices, and grew excited. He knew the voices, but they where talking to
quietly to be understood. It was Hermione, Draco, and Ron. They were there.
Harry was about to open the door when he thought of something.
He wasn't ready to tell them that Snape was his father. He wasn't ready to tell about his dream,
about the steadily growing relationship he and Snape were accomplishing.
He sighed. That meant that he had to change his appearence.
Once again Harry closed his eyes, and concentrated on his hair. He pictured the now long tame
black hair shortening and becoming untidy. Almost instantly he felt a tingling on his head, and felt his hair
move past his ears and back atop of his head. He then concentrated on his face, his cheekbones and eyes
losing their Snape look to them. Painfully he felt his face change. He then opened his eyes. He didn't want to
change his height. He was as tall as everyone else now.
Well, he thought, maybe they won't notice.
Grimacing from the painful tingle on his face and head, he put his hand on the door knob and
slowly turned the handle.
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A.N: I left it there because it would then make it easier for me to write the next chapter, now that
i know what I want to write in it. I had absolutely no ideas for when I sat down to write this, so if it seems a
bit boring, sorry. And I mean it, I had absolutely no ideas, and it therefore took me hours to write it. SORRY!
I heard something this weekend and I want verifacation. Is it true that he actor who plays Albus
Dumbledore died? My step-cousins told me this, and it is to dreadful for me to believe. Does anyone know
anyhting about this? I would appreciate it greatly if you could tell me if it is true in your review. You are going to
review, aren't you? (I've said that before, haven't I? lol...)
H/Hr or H/G relationship. So far, a Harry/Hermione relationship is winning. I will continue taking votes
until chapter 33 is posted. Please continue voting if you have not yet voted.
Okay, now I have some extremely bad news. Next weekend, I will recieve my Report Card.
What's so bad about that? I'm getting a D in US History, and I am not allowed to get anything lower than
a C-...so...I'm going to be grounded from the Internet. How long? Until Christmas. So, this means, that
chapter 33 will be the last chapter until Christmas....unless I am extremly busy on Friday. Then *this chapter*
will be the last chapter until Christmas. I apologise for hating anything to do with Social Studies, for that is
why I have such a bad grade in US History. See, I love to write and read...that is why I have a A- to a B+ is
English 9. I'm the kind of person that if something bores me or doesn't interest me...I pretty much don't do
it. When I am no longer grounded, I will have the next chapter posted IMMEDIATELY. And when I do post
it, I will E-mail every single person that left me a review w/ an E-mail address from the last 5-10 chapters.
So if you want to be informed when that chapter is up and you have not reviewed me..Review Me And
Leave Your E-Mail Address. Once again I am sorry for this wretched news. I will tell you one thing though-
THIS STORY WILL ****NOT**** BE FORGOTEN!!!! I WILL BE WRITING ON PEN AND PAPER
WHILE I AM GROUNDED!!!!
Okay, with that said, onto the answered questions and of course the story.
**(Rebekah) I thought I'd just let you know, Baasheep is my best on-line bud. She is always
helping me with my story. Good Luck with your story!
**(Candy) It's amazing how many questions you have! This one, however, I did not need to think
about for a half hour. Sadly, however, I am going to keep you thinking, and not answer that question. You
will just have to wait and see....again....I do keep you waiting, don't I?
Okay, onto chapter Thirty-three!
***********************************************************
There was only one word to discribe what Harry had felt later that day. Hate. Well, Harry didn't
hate anyone, so maybe the way to say it is that he purely disliked, or dispised. Yes, that is the best way
to describe it.
He dispised Fudge. Harry did not want to face the public. He did not want to go to a party
celebrating the fact that he killed Voldemort. He did not, did not, want to write a speech. All he wanted to
do was to see his friends, try to understand his father, and start his classes again. All he wanted was a
normal life.
But no, he thought to himself, lying in a bed(he had no idea where he was) after waking up,
I have to be the bloody kid who defeated Voldemort. I have to make a speech. I have to present it infront
of hundreds, maybe thousands, of people I don't know! He rolled over and burried his face in a pillow,
tears making the silk pillow damp. He was not crying tears of sadness, but tears of anger, frustration,
worry, and most of all, stress. He had never felt so stressed in his life.
A sharp intake of breath escaped Harry as he heard the door open.He layed very still, his
eyes shut tight. There was no noise for a moment, then he heard footsteps walk throughout the room,
and stop at the side of his bed. He felt a slight weight at the side of his bed near his waist. He tried
to look asleep as much as possible, trying to keep his breathing even. This did not fool the person
sitting on his bed.
"I know you're awake Harry." a voice said, and it was Snape. Harry made no response,
he did not want to get out of this bed. He continued to lay there, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly
open. He heard Snape laugh quietly from his side.
"I know you're awake, you snore when you're asleep. And you're not snoring, are you?"
Harry couldn't let that comment get away. He opened his eyes and turned around to look at
his father.
"I do not snore!" Harry said, and this caused Snape the snigger.
"You're right, you don't. But it got you to admit that you were awake, didn't it?" Snape laughed
again, and it made Harry speechless.Snape - laughing? I mean, it was weird enough that Snape was his
father, but laughing? Harry just goggled at him. Snape stopped, and looked at Harry.
"Yes, anyways, the Headmaster just left, and I asked when you were able to see your friends.
He said that you can go see them when you please, but before he tells the staff. He plans on telling everyone
tomorrow at breakfast, because he wants you to eat with us tomorrow." Snape said, and Harry sat up instantly.
"You mean I can go see tham now?" Harry asked, his change of mood completely visable. Snape
considered this for a moment.
"Yes," he said, "you can go see them now, as long as you eat something first You missed lunch,
so I brought something up from the kitchens."
Harry sprung up from the bed, shoved his feet into his shoes(noticing that he was still dressed)
and ran throught the large bedroom and out the open door. He was met with the sight of a beautiful room.
It's ceiling was extremely high and sloped at the top. The room was large, much larger than the
room he was sleeping in, and it was painted a remarkable shade of emerald green that seemed to
shine and sparkle in the sunlight. It was round shaped, and the room was comfortly crowded with furniture.
All of the furniture was made of a dark polished wood, and mostly were bookshelves. Bookshelves
surrounded most of the wall space, and they were nearly packed with books ranging from many sizes
and colors. To his left was a towering fireplace, with bright orange flames sparking and warming the room.
He stood lost in awe in the doorway when he felt Snape come up behind him.
"Where is this place?" Harry asked, still looking around the room. Snape sniggered behind him.
"These are my quarters. We are in the dunguons, acroos from the Slytherin Dormitory, to be
percise. What do you think of it?" Snape asked, and Harry smiled.
"It's amazing!" He said.
"Well, I'm glad you like it. You are welcome to stay here during the weekends, if you wish. Though
i think you'd rather prefer to stay in-" Snape started but Harry turned around, grining widely.
"You mean I can stay here?" Harry asked, and immediately remembered a converstation similar
to this one. When Sirius had asked him if he wanted to live with him, and thought that he would rather live
with the Dursleys. And then how his dream was flattened, and ho he had to return to the Dursleys that summer.
He faintly hoped that tis dream would not be distinguished.
Snape looked at him surprised for a moment. "Yes, of course you can stay here. But I'm afraid
that during the week you'll have to stay in the Gryffindor Dormitories." Harry laughed and walked into the
room, still looking every which way, trying to take in the fact that he would get to stay here. Snape walked
in behind him, and pointed to a door to their left.
"That door leads to my bedroom. Through there is another door that takes you to my part of the
dungeons and my bathroom. There is also a door in your room that takes you to your part of dongeon and
to your own bathroom. You will have to set a password to your dungeons. I will help you with it another time.
Now, if you want to eat something before you leave, it's right over there." he said, and pointed to their right.
Snape watched in amusement as Harry rushed over to a small table, pick up an apple and nearly
inhale it. He then rushed back over, surprising Snape by giving him a fast hug, and rushed out the main door
shouting a quick, "Be back later!"
Snape stood rooted on the spot, looking at the door that Harry had just ran through. "Bye,"
he whispered, still completely shocked.
*****************************
Harry walked down the hallways quickly. He would run, but he knew that he would tire himself out,
and the last thing he wanted was to pass out before he got there. He then thought of his own way to apparate,
when he had transported Draco, Ron, Hermione, Snape, Voldemort, and himself to the battle area back in
October. Then, smacking himself in the head, knew that if he was to do that, he would definatley pass out.
So he continued walking, slightly nervous to what would happen when he suddenly walked
through the Gryffindor Portrait.
Around five minutes later, he walked up to the picture of the Fat Lady. Then he remembered that
he had no idea what the new password was.
"Password?" the Fat Lady asked, and Harry took a guess.
"Venomous Tentacula?" he asked, remembering that he last password. The Fat Lady shook her
head.
"Sorry dear, wrong password." she said. Harry thought for a moment. Then he got an idea. He
wasn't sure if it would work, but he decided to try.
Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He sent out his magical energy, making it go into
the portrait. He searched throught the picture's magical properties, looking for the password. It felt like hours
later when he finally found it.
He opened his eyes, grinning a bit. "Waiting," he said, wondering about the strange password.
The Fat Lady nodded and slid open.
Harry walked into the Gryffindor common room, and looked around. It looked exactly the same from
when he saw it last, except that no one was there. He moaned and walked to the staircase. He needed his
Murader's Map and his Invisability Cloak.
He walked up the stairs, quietly, incase anyone was in there. As he was about to reach the Fifth
Year Domitories, he heard voices from inside.
He listened intently to the voices, and grew excited. He knew the voices, but they where talking to
quietly to be understood. It was Hermione, Draco, and Ron. They were there.
Harry was about to open the door when he thought of something.
He wasn't ready to tell them that Snape was his father. He wasn't ready to tell about his dream,
about the steadily growing relationship he and Snape were accomplishing.
He sighed. That meant that he had to change his appearence.
Once again Harry closed his eyes, and concentrated on his hair. He pictured the now long tame
black hair shortening and becoming untidy. Almost instantly he felt a tingling on his head, and felt his hair
move past his ears and back atop of his head. He then concentrated on his face, his cheekbones and eyes
losing their Snape look to them. Painfully he felt his face change. He then opened his eyes. He didn't want to
change his height. He was as tall as everyone else now.
Well, he thought, maybe they won't notice.
Grimacing from the painful tingle on his face and head, he put his hand on the door knob and
slowly turned the handle.
************************************
A.N: I left it there because it would then make it easier for me to write the next chapter, now that
i know what I want to write in it. I had absolutely no ideas for when I sat down to write this, so if it seems a
bit boring, sorry. And I mean it, I had absolutely no ideas, and it therefore took me hours to write it. SORRY!
I heard something this weekend and I want verifacation. Is it true that he actor who plays Albus
Dumbledore died? My step-cousins told me this, and it is to dreadful for me to believe. Does anyone know
anyhting about this? I would appreciate it greatly if you could tell me if it is true in your review. You are going to
review, aren't you? (I've said that before, haven't I? lol...)