Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter of course. The fan-fic below and it's plot is mine tho.


As Harry walked to that space between the houses, his own space, that had formed in his heart after Sirius's death, was getting bigger and bigger. He watched silently as Moody knocked on the invisible door of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. The familiar screech of Mrs. Black flooded their ears as the door opened. Harry was the only one who didn't seem to mind. In fact, he thought screaming was a very good idea at the moment. He felt he could scream for an eternity.


"Come in, Come in…" Came the annoyed voice of Mrs. Weasley as she opened the old door and ushered them inside. "Hello, Harry dear!" she said pulling him into a tight hug that could of cracked a lung. "How are you? My, you look pale!" she said releasing him to get a closer look.


"I'm fine…really." He said trying to force a smile. His lips seemed to not want to move.


"Oh, I won't hear another word of that poppy-cosh! You go straight up to bed." she commanded as she turned her plump face, still wearing its look of worry, towards Ron and Hermione.


"You two, follow me. We need your help in the kitchen. Leave your things here, you can take them upstairs later. Go on, Harry. Up to bed!" she when she noticed he was still standing there. He continued to stand there for a moment more, debating on whether he should really move, but finally gave in resolving that he would much rather be alone anyway. He walked slowly up the creaking steps. The screams of Mrs. Black grew fainter and then stopped abruptly. Harry concluded that someone must have shut the curtains.


He felt angrier and angrier with each step he took. How-dare-Dumbledore bring him here? To this house…this house...filled...with the memories of Sirius. Tears welled in Harry's eyes and he fought them off the best he could. Only one escaped him, landing soundlessly on a dusty step.


Harry realized painfully that he had no parent to depend on once again. Robbed of his parents at only one year old by Lord Voldemort. Being left to years of torment and mistreatment from the Dursleys. And just when hope came. The hope of a friend, a mentor, someone who would finally free him from the Dursleys, that was all robbed from him by Voldemort once again. And now he was back to were he started. Sure, you could say that he still had Ron and Hermione to depend on, but what did they really know about how he felt? They both had parents and a family. They knew nothing of what he was going through.

Harry looked up. He was at the top of the steps at last. Slowly, lazily, he walked to the bedroom door and opened it. He found quite a surprise waiting for him in the room.


A figure was leaning against the post of the beds. It's head full of dark, greasy, hair was cast downwards. A large crooked nose stuck out, barely visible under the hair. The figure's arms were folded in an authortive sort of way. His thick black robe shielded his hands as they cascaded softly to the floor. Harry's brain quickly assessed the images it had just taken in, and he realized instantly who the figure was. It was none other than Professor Snape.


"Hello, Potter." Snape said finally looking up his beady eyes focusing on Harry.


"W-what are you doing in here?" Harry said staring uneasily at him.


"I am here to help you with your Occlumency lessons. And I suggest you watch your mannors, Potter." Snape replied coldy.


Harry studied the person before him. There was something that wasn't quite right.... It was Snape's eyes that gave away him away. There was a coldness and a hatred in them that was so strong Harry could barely keep their gaze. In all his years with Professor Snape not once had he ever looked at Harry with such intense loathing. Yes, there was dislike in his eyes whenever he looked at Harry, but nothing compared to this. It made the hair on Harry's neck stand on end.


"You're…you're not Professor Snape." he said trying to sound calm and collected, but the quaver in his voice gave him away. Snape, or his imposter as you might say, just stared back at Harry with his cold eyes. A smile played on his thin lips but still he did not answer Harry's question. Instead he straightened to his, or rather Snape's full height.


"Who are you?" Harry demanded, taking a step back and pulling out his wand.


"Oh, I think you can figure that out rather easily, if you really wanted to, Potter." the imposter said taking a step towards Harry his eyes falling on his wand.


"You won't be needing that." he said waving his wand in one swift movement at Harry, causing Harry's wand to fly from his hand into the Imposter's at lightening speed.



Author's Note: Another edited Chapter. Next Chapter as soon as possible.