As they walked into the dinning room the elf suddenly slipped taking Harry down with it and they both went skidding around the room. Damn waxed floors, Harry thought.

          They stopped spinning only when Harry's head smashed into a pantry that started to fall over. With his Quidditch instincts and a bad headache he grabbed the house elf and rolled out of the way. Harry slowly got to his feet but had to lean against the wall because his head hurt quiet a bit.

          "Do you usually enter rooms like that, Potter, or was this a once in a life time opportunity." Harry heard an amused voice say from the other side of the room. Harry looked up to see Snape sitting at the end of the table, scowling. So much for being amused.

          "Binny is so sorry Mr. 'arry Potter, sirs." the tiny house-elf said, jumping to his feet. "Binny be so clumsy, is Mr. 'arry Potter sure that Mr. 'arry Potter is okes, sir." The house-elf said. Harry could just see Snape's eye's rolling as the house elf said his name again.

          "Yes, I'm fine. Just bumped my head. I think I'll live, though." Harry said to the usually hyper but now unbelievingly sad house elf. 'Pity' Harry heard Snape mutter. Oh shut up Batman, Harry thought. He'd read Dudley's old Batman comics in his spare time and Snape was Obviously Not Batman. But the name fit so when Harry thought of Snape, He would automatically think him as Batman.

          "Potter would you sit down already." Snape said irritably. "You are, now, three minutes late for breakfast." Snape said, while starting to eat his scrambled eggs. Harry sat down at the total opposite end of the table and started to eat.

          "Oh wow, three minutes. My bad." Harry said sarcastically as he took his seat. Snape looked up for a brief moment but Harry kept his eyes glued to his plate of food.

          During breakfast, a black crow flew in and gave Snape a letter. A few more seconds later, Hedwig flew in with a letter for Harry. Snape eyed him suspiciously as he broke the Hogwarts seal off of it.

Dear Harry,

          I am very sorry to have to send you to Professor Snapes' for the summer. It is, consequently, the safest for you to stay. I know for a fact, you do not trust Professor Snape, but please, Harry, try.

There are many things you do not know about your family. I do apologize for not being able to tell you this in person but I am very wrapped up in other matters at the moment. I should have explained this to you in your first year but decided against it due to the fact of the events that accrued. In this letter I will only tell you a few things that you should understand at the moment. One reason you are so famous is because you stopped Voldermort, of course but the other reason is that you are a prince. Snuffles was, of course your fathers best friend and confedon so he knows all this. Do not blame your not knowing this information on him because I instructed many people not to talk about it and for that, I am sorry. Snuffles was also Severus's cousin but we shall not get into that now. Your father was of royal blood and had an arranged marriage to Lily before either of them were born. They loathed each other at Hogwarts but then fell in love and had you. You are Prince Harry Andrew James Potter. When you can handle more information I will write more or even come in person if time permits and tell you. Please try to understand, no one knows you are a prince for the exception of myself, the staff at Hogwarts, and some select few that knew your parents. You are allowed to go and write your friends this information as you were probably planning to do after you read this letter anyway. Please make a point to tell them to promise to keep this new information to themselves.

We are in dark times Harry. Voldermort knows you are a prince through his source, Wormtail and he already has experienced talented you are in your magic. He will try to either get you on his side or, most likely, try to kill you. Harry you are allowed to use magic over the holidays for this reason. Professor Snape will start to train you with new and sharper Defense Against the Dark Art skills, which I know, you will excel in. Professor Lupin and Snuffles will also come by occasionally to help with your training.

Headmaster,

Albus Dumbledore

          Harry just about choked on his orange juice. Prince. PRINCE!!! If it enough that he was already famous enough, he was a fucking prince!! Prince? Oh what the hell is this totally screwed up world coming too if I'm a prince, Harry thought. And training to keep himself safe. Screw Voldermort, Snape Would Probably End Up Killing Him Anyway!!!

          Harry slammed down his class of juice down on the table and got up, the letter forgotten on the table also.

          "And where do you think you are going to, Potter. " Snape said with that trademark sneer. Harry was almost out the door when he spun around, fire blazing in his green eyes.

          "I'm Going To Write My ROYAL COURT About This Royally SCREWED UP MESS!!" He yelled at the top of his lungs before storming out. Snape slowly got up and read over the orange juice splattered letter Dumbledore had sent. Snape frowned. The boy was not supposed to take it this hard.