Disclaimer: the same old same old. I don't own any of the characters in this fic, so don't sue me. I'm poor and it'll only waste ur money.

A/N I know a certain person who will be very upset at me posting this. But.they can go and stuff them selves for all I care. Bye Bye now, person who flamed. Go to the stuffing place. For all you nice people who reviewed. Enjoy and have a nice day! :)

Ps. This is slash, HP/SS

Chapter 5---- Every step you take

Time passed. A lot of time. It was the summer holidays and I had to check up on Harry. It was a routine check, but this would be the first one. I was looking forward to seeing Harry again, but then again I wasn't. I don't know what it was but it was something. There was some electricity going on inside of me when I saw his wonderful green eyes. Something I half feared.

But then again, I welcomed

It took me a long time before I managed to knock on the door and when I did it took some time for somebody to answer it. The door finally opened and there was a woman there and when she saw me she gave a strangled scream and shut the door in my face.

"Well that's polite," I muttered. Not getting down heartened I knocked on the door again. Voices and time passed. Too much time. But open the door did. This time a man, a big man at that and he was holding what looked awfully like a shot gun.

"Get away from me you freak. Stay away from my family!"

I swallowed. "I'm merely here to see your nephew."

"Nephew?" he answered a second too late. "I don't have a nephew, now you stay away."

"Hmm, no nephew yes. Than that's why your holding an illegal weapon to a complete stranger. Just let me check on Harry, and I'll be on my way. No harm, no foul."

Reluctantly the man let down the gun and let me in. So there I stood, in the corridor of a muggle house. "So," I asked. "Where is he?"

The man gave a shrug. "Surely Mr Dursley, you know where you nephew's room is."

"Up the stairs second on the right."

I nodded to him and padded up the stairs and followed his instructions. I knocked lightly on a wooden door, and turned the handle. It was locked, so I took out my wand and muttered "Alhomora."

The lock sprang open and I walked in. It was pitch black not wanting to startle Potter, as he might be sleeping still at it was only nine o'clock and the holidays, I lit my wand. There was a sleeping body in the bed so I walked over to it.

And there he was sleeping peacefully not a care in the world. "Potter, wake up." I gave his shoulder a little nudge. It was bony. Terribly bony. Not really thinking twice about it. I shook harder. He groaned but did not wake. Sighing I got up and went on the turn on the light. I walked back.

And almost fell over.

He was stirring, as I had wanted him too. But he had a black eye and a badly cut lip. "Harry?" I asked softly. Another groaned and he rolled over slightly. "Harry, are you ok?"

Slowly, very slowly his eyes opened, it took a while for him to focus on me. "Professor?" he asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I'll tell you later. Come one get up."

I helped him sit up, and he looked around the room. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to check up on you." I went over to his chest of drawers and pulled out a few items of clothing. "Who did this to you?" I asked pointing to his eye.

"My Uncle."

"Your Uncle?" I started pulling more clothes out and I opened his trunk and started putting them in. "Why?"

Harry shrugged. "I had a nightmare and I started screaming, and woke him up." I stopped. Then I went to get more clothes.

"He beat you because you had a nightmare?"

Harry timidly nodded, and rubbed his sore eye.

"Don't touch it." I instructed him. I walked over and took a potion out of my robes and a tissue. I dabbed the potion onto the tissue and put it to his eye. He reacted slightly to the sting and I applied the potion to the swelling. "This should help keep it down a bit, stop it from swelling."

He just stared at me for a long while, even when I'd thrown the used tissue in the bin. He just kept starring, with nothing to say. I coughed and broke the silence. "Get dressed and packed Potter. We're going."

Getting out of bed he asked. "Going? Going where?"

"Somewhere safe."



When he was packed I shrunk his case so that it could fit easily into my pocket as well with the owl. Harry seem a bit startled at me putting his friend into my pocket but after I assured him that she'd be fine and it was only going to be for a few minutes he seemed to be ok about it.

All there was, was the Durselys to deal with. Walking into the lounge I told them "I'm taking the boy away. He won't be back for a very long time.if ever."

"Fine take him." Dursley said, arching back from my wand. I lowered it slightly and took out a shiny bit of gold.

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"It's a Portkey." I answered.

"A Portkey?" he asked. "Do we have to go by that. Can't we walk?"

"Of course we do. Don't be stupid." I grabbed his arm and activated the Portkey.

With a sharp tug at my navel we were there. But I had a predicament.

Harry was crying.



"Harry?" I asked. "Harry, are you ok?" He was kneeling on the floor, his hand steadying himself, tears dropping down onto the marble floor. He shook his head spraying tears around and I crouched down next to him. I looked at his fingers and it looked as though he was feeling the ground.

"Ssh, Harry what's wrong?"

He shook his head again, gasping for air, as new tears fell. "I don't want to see him."

"See who?" I asked confused. "I don't understand Harry."

Harry merely shook his head again and took another gasp of air. "I'm sorry." I shook my head and he wrapped his arms around my neck, crying into my shoulder.

I lifted him up, (he was so light, it wasn't strenuous) and carried him up the stairs and into my guestroom. This was my house. I was going to let Harry Potter, live with me. Shaking my head I put him on the bed and sat down next to him.

Slowly he lifted his head back up and looked around. "Where am I?" he asked.

"My house."

He nodded, but I realised that he had not yet removed his hands, which were around neck still. Then again, mine were still on the lower part of his back. But I got quite a shock when he moved into a more comfortable position and they were still there.

"Harry." but it was a hanging clause, I had nothing else to say and did not expect an answer from him. But what he did shocked me even more. He raised his head so it was level with mine. I saw a very bemused expression in his eyes, that was, when they were still open as he decided to close them and lean closer to me.

I saw darkness and realised that I had automatically done the same. Then I felt his lips touch mine.

It was the briefest of touches as Harry jerked back, just after it could have been called a kiss, in realisation of what he was actually doing and looked shocked at himself and his actions. But it was enough. It told me what I had been denying for almost a year now.

I was in love with Harry Potter.

He jumped up from the bed so quickly that it seemed that he had lost the ability to think as he rubbed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. "I.I.I'm sorry.I'm tired and confused.and."

"It's ok." I said getting up and moving a step away from him.

"No, it's not.I.I'm so confused." He gave up in arguing and fell back down on the bed.

"You get some sleep." I said to him, getting his belongings out of my pockets and returning them to normal size. "There'll be a house elf who'll come to take care of you."

I opened the door, walked through it, then shut it behind me, making my way to a fireplace so that I could contact Dumbledore.