Alright, before we begin, I have some things to say. First of all, Gusha- no, I am not suicidal or depressed, and have no intention to become either. The reason I chose to have Harry try to commit suicide was that it was the easiest way to get him back to Hogwarts (besides child abuse- I don't want to write it), I planned on using it in introducing an OC, who will (hopefully) be in this chapter, and that it seems to be a pretty common thing for Harry to do in fics with him and Snape. Besides, he has more than one reason to be depressed, as Mikee pointed out to me in a review. Oh, and btw, I got the scores back, at least a month ago now, for the big test I had to take when I posted the first chapter- I figured out that I got 95.5% on the math one and 97.5% on the reading one. Now, as I'm sure you're all sick of me rambling on, let's get on with it, shall we?

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For the Love of Snape

Chapter 5

Severus Snape woke up at six-thirty in the morning, feeling rather stiff, and realized he had fallen asleep in a (rather uncomfortable) chair in the Infirmary. 'You really do have to interfere with everything, don't you Potter?' he thought, stretching out his tense muscles before checking on the small, pale boy in front of him. 'Good, he's still asleep.' He walked out and went down to the dungeons to take a shower.

Half an hour later he was headed up to the Great Hall for breakfast, feeling refreshed and much more alert. Walking in, he noticed that Albus was up early as well.

"Good morning, Severus!" the old man called out to him as he walked up to the staff table, which was the only table they used during summer holiday, as there were hardly any people who actually stayed there besides him and the headmaster.

"You're up early," he said dryly, before starting on his eggs, which seemed especially good that morning.

"Yes, I'm expecting someone quite early today, hopefully to fill a new opening in the staff this year- student counselor."

"So, you've finally realized this school needs one? Just make sure it's the right person this time, for all our sakes."

"Yes, I'll have to do that. We need someone this year, as Voldemort is back again. I plan on having him meet with Harry later on today- we both know he needs it."

Severus nodded. "Yes, he does. And I have a feeling many of my students will be seeing him, particularly the Death Eater's children."

"I know. I had better be off now- would you care to join me, or are you planning on spending yet another day cooped up in that dungeon of yours, experimenting with this and that?"

"I think I'll join you- I've caused those poor house elves enough stress lately, with all the exploded potions I haven't let them clean up." They walked out, heading for the entrance hall.

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Meanwhile, a tall young man with dark blue eyes and bleach-blonde hair was triple checking his bags, making sure he hadn't forgotten anything he needed. Being completely sure he had everything, he shrunk them and apparated.

He appeared not far from the gates of Hogwarts, where he noticed a horseless carriage was waiting for him. 'He really does think of everything, doesn't he?' He thought, shaking his head in amusement. He got in, and the carriage started on its quick trip to the entrance of the castle.

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"So, who is it?" Professor Snape asked Dumbledore as they walked to the entrance hall.

"I'm not telling you- you'll find out soon enough. I think you'll find him tolerable, if I must say so myself."

'Yeah right,' Severus thought to himself. 'That's what you said about Lockhart, too. And Lupin. And…' They reached the front doors just as the carriage stopped in front of them. A man got out, but it was too bright out for him to tell who it was. He could see them just fine, though.

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore." He said, walking up the steps. "Hey Sev- long time no see."

"Don't call me that," Severus said in a low, dangerous tone.

"Whatever you say, Sev."

Severus glared at him evilly, trying to control himself. Why, of all people, did Albus have to hire his brother?

"Ah, yes- it's good to see you again, Mr. Snape."

He nodded. "Yes. It's good to be back here again. The place has hardly changed since I left. Hard to believe it's been so long- isn't it, Sev?"

"I warned you!" he shouted, taking off towards his little brother. He must have seen the murderous look in his eyes- or perhaps it was because he'd grown up with Severus constantly after him for calling him 'Sev', but whatever- for he started running in the opposite direction. Wands and pride forgotten, they ran to the quidditch field and back like they were two little kids, Severus yelling about how he was going to murder him. They ran up the steps and right through the door, not even stopping when they passed Dumbledore. He chuckled, remembering how they had often done this as students, much to the dismay of their professors. Their quidditch captains had loved it, though, as both boys had played for their house teams, and it was great training. He walked inside and headed for one of the many secret passageways in the school, knowing exactly where they would end up.

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The chase led them all around the school, finally ending in front of the hospital wing. The younger Snape rounded a corner, Severus following him in hot pursuit, and stopped in his tracks, causing Severus to run into him and nearly send the both of them into Dumbledore, who had been patiently waiting for him. Both were panting and out of breath, and Severus leaned against the wall for support. It had been a long time since they had done this.

"Now that you're done acting immature," he said, as both Snapes flinched at his disapproving look, "I would like you both to join me in my office."

"Yes, Headmaster." they said, at the same time.

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"How are you feeling this morning?" Madame Pomfrey asked Harry when she noticed he had woken up.

"Fine. What was that noise I heard out in the hall?"

"Nothing. Drink this." She said, handing him a potion. He did as he was told, and made a face- it tasted horrible.

"That's what you get for ending up here so many times, Mr. Potter. Now eat your breakfast." She walked off in the direction of her office after she was sure he would eat it.

He hated this- why wouldn't they just let him get it over with? It wasn't like he was helping any- in reality, he was only making things worse. He put everyone around him in danger just because they were near him. After all, Voldemort could care less how many people he had to kill to get to him.

He was drawn out of his thoughts when Pomfrey came in to check to see how his arms were healing.

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"Now, you both realize how childish you were just acting, don't you?" Dumbledore asked the two men sitting in the chairs in front of his desk. Seeing them nod, he continued. "I just have to say that I am very…"

"It's my fault, sir. Severus shouldn't be punished for reacting when I taunted him."

"I know that, Jordan. I was just going to say that I was surprised that either of you could still run that fast."

"Oh," he said, reddening.

"Your office and rooms are located in the dungeon, across from Severus' office."

"Albus, you can't be serious…next to mine?! Couldn't you put him somewhere else?"

"I'm afraid not. Besides, you need some company down there- the house elves have started complaining that you won't leave them to do their work."

"What?" Severus asked at his brother's disbelieving look. When his brother realized Dumbledore wasn't kidding, he started laughing.

"Shut up, Jordan."

He stopped laughing. "Don't you dare…"

"That's enough, boys." Dumbledore interrupted them, sensing another fight was starting.

"Yeah, Sev."

"Ahem,"

"Sorry, Professor."

"As I was going to say, Severus will show you where they are- the password is 'sugar quills'. Are there any questions?"

"No, Professor," said Severus, knowing it would do no good to argue about where his brother's rooms were.

"Just one thing, sir- I prefer to be called Jory, not Jordan," the younger Snape brother said.

"Alright then- go get settled in and meet me back here at noon," Dumbledore said. "Oh, and Severus- try your best not to kill him, he's still your little brother." At that, the greasy potions master stormed out the door, Jory following him cautiously.

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A/N- Alright, I was going to make this longer, but I decided to stop here so I could post it sooner- it's been over a month since I last updated anything. However, I do have part of the next chapter written- or rather, a conversation from the next chapter written- but I have to type it out and somehow figure out how to connect it to this. Hopefully I'll update this more often after school ends- June 6- but it may be a while before I do anything more, as I'm going on a road trip to Chicago about a week after that. Oh, and one more thing- thanks to all the people who reviewed this chapter (I got 10 on just this one!), including: Gusha, AppleJuiceMaster, Mikee, Toria, Lorelei Wood, B Jean, luna699, Tantz, Corgi, candledot, and Bananas, who updated the chapter before this after I posted the last chapter.

Until next chapter- V.M.