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Chapter 7-Settling in

Snape landed with a bump. He stepped out also and brushed himself down. Then he turned to Harry.

'Well this is my, sorry our house. I'll make us tea while you look around.'

'Thanks.' Said Harry and started to glance at the pictures on the walls as Severus walked into the kitchen to prepare some food. Harry was quite impressed. It looked like the furniture was expensive and he had to admit that his uncle must have good taste.

He went upstairs after looking at the seven rooms that were downstairs not including the swimming pool room, the gym, the pool/snooker-it had both in, a study and a games room which didn't look it was used very often.

First, he went into the room to the left. It was cream and looked like it was a spare room. The next three looked like they were spare rooms too. Next he came to Snape's room. It was a deep shade of green and was immaculate. It was certainly the biggest room he had gone into so far which an adjoining bathroom and sauna. It had a king size bed and two large windows. Harry didn't want to pry so he went out quick enough and into the next room. It was the communal bathroom. It was very big and had a bath, a Jacuzzi, a steam room and sauna in aswell as the usual toilet etc.

The next room Harry came across must have bin his because all his stuff was in it. It was fairly large; not as big as Snape's, but bigger than the rest and was decorated blue. It had an adjoining bathroom as well and a large bay window. In it was a double bed, a desk, a wardrobe, a chest of drawers, a bedside table, a tv and video, a game console, a music system and a computer. Wow, Harry thought. This room must have cost a lot. And I thought Sirius had. Not that he hadn't. But I just assumed that Snape wouldn't because he didn't exactly get on with Snape.

Harry felt bad now that he still felt like he didn't want to accept Snape as his uncle and Snape had obviously gone to so much trouble for Harry. He decided that he should go and inspect the other rooms and then go down stairs and thank him.

There was another bathroom; two more spare rooms and one door that when you opened it, let to a spacious attic.

Harry went downstairs to greet a lovely smell of cooking. 'Snape cooking food that smells good, wonders will never cease.' Harry said to himself but obviously Snape heard because he commented.

'Just because I don't seem the cooking type, doesn't mean I can't Just don't get too cheeky Harry.'

'Sorry, but really, you cooking. That has to win an oscar or something, it's unbelievable.'

'Why? I very good at cooking.' Snape said while Harry walked into the kitchen and sat down.

'Sure, who are you the next Delia Smith or Jamie Oliver?'

'I may well be.'

'Then again.may be not. I'm sorry but you slaving over a stove is just hilarious.'

'Look, I cook because I enjoy it.' Harry sniggered. 'I'm sure you do things that aren't exactly your style.'

'Yeh because I do ballet and play the violin.'

'Are you insulting the violin?'

'Oh my god, don't tell me you play the violin?'

'Well no but I play the cello?'

'Because that's a MANLY instrument to play.'

'Look, many people play it.'

'Mostly women.'

'And some men.'

'As in..you are the only one.'

'Look.if you're jealous I can teach you.'

Harry sniggered again. 'Oh please.that would be so nice I would love to play the cello and be such a MANLY person. And I could boast about it to everyone "hey Ron, I play the cello. Aren't I cool?"'

'That's it. If you are going to just insult my hobbies and the cello.I'm going to teach you. And by the time you go back to Hogwarts you're going to be on grade 6 at least.' Snape said serving dinner.

'Thanks.' Harry said sarcastically. 'I always wanted to play the cello.'

'Good, because you're going to learn and that is final. You'll soon find out that if you dis something I like.you have to learn to like it with me.'

'Oh great. I'll be the laughing stock of the year.'

'What a difference that will make.'

'It will if I start playing the cello.'

'Then you're going to have to live with it. There's going to be a ball this year. Maybe you could play.'

'No way. It's bad enough that you're threatening to teach me how to play the cello.'

'I'm not threatening, I'm telling you.'

'But, I may not enjoy it. You could play to me and I'll fall asleep.'

'No. You're going to learn and that is that.'

Harry grimaced. It was great that he was getting along but playing the cello, no thanks.

'Eat up.' Snape said digging into his dinner.

***

The next morning Harry woke up at around 9:30. He dressed and washed, then went down stairs for breakfast. Snape was already up and had eaten breakfast. He was reading the news paper at the table. This reminded him of Sirius but didn't want to remain thinking of him because he really wanted him back.

Harry walked in and looked to his right. His mouth dropped open. True to his word, Snape had been serious when he said he was going to teach Harry to play the cello because there was a new cello propped up with its case next to it.

'Hope you like it. The people in the shop said it was the right size.' Snape said watching and absolutely loving the look of horror on Harry's face.

'Tha..that's a cello.'

'It is. It's your cello.'

'You were being serious.weren't you?'

'I always am. Now come and eat you breakfast.'

Harry couldn't believe it. The guy he loathed had just bought him a cello and he didn't want it.

'Well er, thanks for the cello then.'

'My pleasure.I was thinking, we should start today after breakfast. I think we should practise until lunch.that's two hours then have lunch followed by two more hours of practising. After, we'll have a 10-minute break and then another two-hour session. We will have tea and then a final three-hour session before bed for you. A becoming cellist needs lots of sleep.'

'What? That's 11 hours of practising and going to bed at like 9.'

'And?'

'And? 11 hours? I'm not Mozart or Bach.'

'Well if you want to be at grade 8 when you go back to Hogwarts you have to practise.'

'One, you said grade six, two there is such thing as practise but practising for 11 hours? And three, if it's going to be 11 hours of practise each day I think I will change my mind.'

'Ah, but you can't. One, you can't change your mind with me and two, it was never you that said can I play the cello in the first place. You were always against it so if you have changed your mind then I'm glad because that means you do want to play it.'

Harry ate his breakfast anticipating his first cello lesson. He wondered what Ron, Hermione and Sirius would say if he told them that Snape was teaching him the cello.

'Come on then. Bring your cello. You can't forget that.' Snape said walking out the room. Harry got up and picked up the cello. He heaved it in the hall along with its case and into one of the rooms downstairs that didn't really look like it was used often.

Please R/R. Sorry that I haven't posted any more up for ages. I started to write like another four ffs in the process. By the way, Snape cooking and playing the cello.I don't know what goes on in my head it just kind of came to me. Well at least they will bond playing the cello so much. Annoying really, I don't know anything about the cello and if they are going to play it 11 hours a day I'm a gonna. Oh well. I guess I'll have to miss it out. Hope you don't mind.