Chapter 3: The Unexpected Sirius sighed as he read Severus' letter, which had just came this Saturday morning around 6:30 am. He still couldn't believe that Severus insulted his intelligence within a simple letter, but still had replied telling him to meet at the cabin on Wednesday and to come up with an excuse to make Draco come without getting suspicious and he would do the same for Harry.

As Sirius has just sent off the letter to Snape's Manor, Harry walked to the kitchen, around 7:00 when he got to the kitchen. He was shocked that Sirius and Remus were sitting at the table early in the morning after the commotion they had last night. Also because they were never up this early before.

"What are you guys doing up so early?" the fifteen year old asked.

"We were waiting for you sleepy head," Remus said.

"Why?" Harry asked as he stuck his head inside the Ice Box to look for something to eat. He took he head back out a minute later with a carton of orange juice while giving them a look of curiosity.

"Because we need to talk to you about something," Sirius said.

"Ok" Harry said as he poured the juice in a glass and taking a sip of it. "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"We think it would be better if we sent you away for a bit to clear your head."

Harry spat out his juice and looked at them dumbfound while saying; "I don't want to go away."

"Harry, you need to clear your thoughts about the attack, besides we can tell something is wrong and we are not going to bug you about it 'til you come to one of us about it," the werewolf stated.

"Nothing is wrong with me, I'm fine," the green eyed teenager groaned while crossing his arms.

"Yes, there is something wrong and it's affecting your attitude," Sirius growled. "All we want to do is help."

"Well maybe I don't need your help, I've been doing find on my own for the past fifteen years," and with that Harry got up from the table and went to his room while slamming the kitchen door.

Harry walked in to his room and slammed the door. He turned around to face the wall pulled back his fist and punch the wall as hard as he could, which left a major dent in the wall. All those years of Quidditch did come in handy sometimes. Harry then sighted and started to pace around his room.

"How can that insensitive prick send me away like this, after all that I have done for that dumb ass? He is such an indocile brainless jerk; Remus is the only reasonable one in this house," Harry said to himself as he was pacing. He sat down on his bed and signed in defeat.

"Ok so I do have something bothering me, but it isn't bad enough for them having to send me away. All that is bugging me is that I'm in love with my enemy nothing more then that. Ok it is kind of bad, and I do have kind of an attitude problem but it isn't that bad," he muttered to himself and then groaned.

"Oh god what am I saying," he said out loud and collapsed on his bed while looking at the ceiling. "This can't be happening to me."

Just then a quiet knock came from the door.

"Come in," Harry yelled without a care.

The door opened and Harry was surprised to see Remus come in instead of Sirius. "Am I disturbing you?" Remus asked.

"Not any more," Harry sighed. "Tell me the truth Remy, how much of a jerk was I to Sirius?"

"Compared to Sirius, not that bad," he replied while laughing.

Harry chuckled a bit but stopped and sighed again while saying, "Does he have to send me away?"

"Yes Harry," Remus said sadly because he didn't want Harry to go either. "Why?" Harry whined.

"Because you do have something bothering you and he thinks it would be better for you to go clear our head," the older man replied.

"Ok I will say this something is bothering me but I just can't tell you yet," stated Harry.

"Ok," said Remus.

"Where am I going?" asked Harry.

"You are going to be in a cabin up in the Mountains. There is a lake by it."

"So how long am I going away for?" Harry asked.

"There is enough food for you to go for a month," Remus replied.

"I'm I going to be there all by myself?!" the raven hair boy screamed.

"No, You will be there with someone else but I don't know who," Remus lied while saying it quickly.

"Ok, fine whatever." Harry sighed sadly. "When I am leaving."

"You will be leaving Wednesday. I will leave you to pack Harry," Remus said walking to the door.

Before he left he saw the dent to the wall. He turned to Harry and raised his eyebrow.

"Punched the wall," Harry stated simply.

Remus just laughed and said he would fix that before he left. Harry got up and started to pack not happy about the being sent away for a whole month.

Mean While At Snape Manor...

Draco walked down stair to the study from his room. A house-elf had just came up to his room and told him his uncle Sev need to talk to him, so he walked into the study.

"Uncle Sev you wanted to talk to me," the blonde boy asked after knocking on the door and coming in.

"Yes, Draco I did," came the short reply from the chair that Severus was sitting at.

Draco walked over to the chair by the fire and sat down opposite of him.

"What did you want to talk about?" The blonde asked.

"I have been thinking Draco, I think it would be best if you went somewhere peaceful for a while to clear your head out," Snape replied.

Draco almost looked scared. The only caring family he had left was sending him away.

"Please don't send me away." Draco pleaded, "I don't want to go to St. Mungo."

"Dragon, I am not sending you to St. Mungo and I know how it feels to lose your mother I lost my mother when I was about your age." The dark hair man said.

"What do you mean, Uncle Sev?" asked the blonde.

Severus sighed as he started his story, "Before I went to Hogwarts for my fifth year, my father found out that my mother didn't want to join the dark side and she wanted to remain loyal to Dumbledore, who was made headmaster at the time. My father would have it and tried to persuade her to change her mind."

"What happened to her?" asked Draco softly.

"On the day that she died, I was in my father's study when I heard footsteps coming, so I hid behind a statue. I saw them yell and when my mother told him no for the last time, he used the killing curse on her. The worst part was that my mother knew I was there and had a tear fall from her eye," Severus said sadly as a tear fell down from his cheek. "That was the first and last time I ever saw my mother cry."

"W... What did you father do after that," stuttered Draco.

"He saw me and told me to come out and not snivel, like a coward. When I came up to him, he gave me a few bruises along my back and arms with his cane but never in my face. He told me if I ever told anyone what happened to my mother, I would get worse," he replied while trying to hold back the tears. "I was made a death eater by the end of my Hogwarts' year and became part of Voldemort's inner circle, because of him. I ran to Dumbledore and told him everything after that and that's how I became a spy."

By the end of the story Draco had tears running down his face.

"I'm so sorry Uncle Sev," the blond said running over to hug him.

Severus returned the hug and replied, "It isn't your fault Dragon, just like it isn't you fault about your mother."

"I know but still..." Draco said as a fresh wave of tears came over him.

"Shhhhh," his Uncle said while comforting him "it is ok, Dragon. Everything will be just fine. Just give it time."

"I just miss her so much," the young dragon said.

"It gets better, trust me it does."

"Ok" Draco said pulling away from the hug and wiping his eyes. "So when am I leaving?"

"In two days," his godfather replied.

"Where am I going?"

"To a cabin in the mountains by a lake."

"How long am I going to be gone?"

"There is enough food for a month," Severus said as Draco went back to his seat.

"Will I be alone?" the blonde asked quietly.

"No someone will be there with you but I don't know who."

"OK then I will go get packed," The blond left the room with a sigh.

Sev watch and his Nephew left the room. He sure hoped this would work. When Draco had closed the door, Severus started to cry quietly in his study, undisturbed while thinking about the memories of his mother and the last time he ever saw her. The worse part, or so he felt even though he knew his mother knew this, was that he never told her, in words, that he loved her.