Rockerbaby150: thanks a ton for the review. Hopefully this is will answer your question. However Rogue won't get to know Harry really well until the end of the story.

MCLBLUE: Thanks for the review. Maybe more of an insane one.

Anee: yes it is fun

Rosalina: One, soo what. A'h have it real bad for a guy that's like thirty. Second, ya just have to read. Third, no. No A'h don't think it would be cool in any way, shape or form.

Blonde Squirrel: Hey babycakes. Glad ya like it. Yeah it is probably the only snouge written. Just so ya know, A'h only had to type in handcuffs.

ON TO THE STORY...........................

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'A'h swear to Gawd no one in this house has the decency to not be yellin' at all times of the day.' Rogue thought as she swung her legs over the edge of her bed. She had been helping to clean the creepy things out of the curtains. Falling asleep was the next logical step after cleaning. It had served her well at the institute. Rogue grimaced as she remembered the people of that place. Turning the heavy door handle she stepped into the lit hall.

Down near the stairway there was a cluster of people like cholesterol in an artery. 'The Weasleys what a suprize.' She sighed glumly. 'Wait a minute. Who's the new kid?' there was indeed a new person in the ranks. He was a skinny kid with wild black hair and glasses. Rogue couldn't resist the fun of scaring the crap out of the new kid or re-inserting the fear in the Weasleys.

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"Dammit," Harry heard Fred whisper, as he hoisted the Extendable Ear back up again.

They heard the front door open and then close.

"Snape never eats here," Ron told Harry quietly. "Thank God. C'mon."

"Now now, he just doesn't want to eat what is fixed in this house. Not that A'h can blame him." Rogue interjected. The twins spun to face the gothic girl. Rogue wore her black skirt and green see through shirt over a black bodice. Thin black gloves covered her hands. Harry couldn't help but stare at this new girl. Partial hormones and partial curiosity.

"And what is that ever suppose to mean O dark one?" Fred asked and George moved to the other side of the hall.

"Could you be ungrateful to our mum for feeding you for the last three weeks?" George piped up and tilted his head.

"Sides Snape is a bloody git and I never want to spend time with him outside of the school." Ron muttered and Harry had to agree. A very feral smile came over the girl as she sashayed over to the two boys. Ron suddenly turned pale. The girl's smile now looked sweeter, but still dangerous. Lightly she ran one of her gloved fingers down the side of Ron's neck.

"A'h am sorry Shuga, but A'h wasn't listenin' to a word ya said. A'h was too busy lookin' at that nice jugular vein ya got there. As fer Professor Snape, y'all shouldn't rag on him too much. He makes me a potion that keeps meh from horribly mutilatin' y'all." And with that said Rogue descended the stairs. There was a noticeable wiggle to her walk. All of the boys gulped simultaneously.

Hermione frowned as the blush in her cheeks subsided.

"Don't forget to keep your voice down in the hall, Harry." She whispered.

"Is that girl really a vampire. Why is she staying in the house; isn't she sort of dangerous?" Harry whispered back. AS they passed the row of house-elf heads on he wall they saw Lupin, Mrs. Weasley, and Tonks at the front door, magically sealing its many locks and bolts behind those who had just left.

"We're eating down in the kitchen," Mrs. Weasley whispered, meeting them at the bottom of the stairs. "Harry, dear, if you'll just tiptoe across the hall, it's through this door here—"

CRASH

"Tonks!" cried Mrs. Weasley exasperatedly, turning to look behind her.

"I'm sorry!" wailed Tonks, who was lying flat on the floor. "It's that stupid umbrella stand, that's the second tie I've tripped over—"

But the rest of her words were drowned by a horrible, earsplitting, bloodcurdling screech.

The moth-eaten velvet curtains had flown apart, but there was no door behind them. For a split second, Harry thought he was looking though a window, a window behind which an old woman in a black cap was screaming and screaming as though she was being tortured— then he realized it was simply a life-size portrait, but the most realistic, and the most unpleasant, he had ever seen in his life.

Lupin and Mrs. Weasley darted forward and tried to tug the curtains shut over the old woman, but they would not close and she screeched louder than ever, brandishing clawed hands as though trying to tear their faces.

"Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begone from this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers—"

Then a man with long black hair came charging out of a door facing Harry.

"Shut up, you horrible old hag, shut UP!" he roared, seizing the curtain Mrs. Weasley had abandoned.

The old woman's face blanched.

"Yoooou!" she howled, her eyes popping at the sight of the man. "Blood traitor, abomination, shame of my flesh!"

"I said- shut- UP!" roared the man, and with stupendous effort he and Lupin managed to force the curtains closed again.

The old woman's screeches died and an echoing silence fell.

Panting slightly and sweeping his long dark hair out of his eyes, Harry's godfather, Sirius, turned to face him.

"Hello, Harry," he said grimly, "I see you've met my mother."

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It was scarcely less gloomy than the hall above, a cavernous room with rough stone walls. Most of the light was coming form a large fire at the far end of the room. A haze of pipe smoke hung in the air like battle fumes, through which loomed the menacing shapes of heavy iron pots and pans hanging from the dark ceiling. Many chairs had been crammed into the room for the meeting and a long wooden table stood in the middle of the room, littered with rolls of parchment, goblets, empty wine bottles, and a heap of what appeared to be rags. Mr. Weasley and his eldest son, Bill, were talking quietly with their heads together at the end of the table.

Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat. Her husband, a thin, balding, red-haired man, who wore horn-rimmed glasses, looked around and jumped to his feet.

"Harry!" Mr. Weasley said, hurrying forward to greet him and shaking his hand vigorously. "Good to see you!"

Over his shoulder Harry saw Bill, who still wore his long hair in a ponytail, hastily rolling up the lengths of parchment from the table and handing them to the possible vampire girl he had met a few minutes ago.

"Journey all right, Harry?" Bill called, trying to gather up twelve scrolls at once. The girl's arms were already full. "Mad-Eye didn't make you come via Greenland, then?"

"He tried," Harry said and caught a glimpse of what looked like the plan of a building.

Mrs. Weasley had seen him looking. She snatched the plan off the table and stuffed in into Rogue's heavily laden arms.

"This sort of thing ought to be cleared away promptly at the end of the meetings," she snapped before sweeping off toward an ancient dresser from which she started unloading dinner plates.

Bill took out his wand, muttered "Evnesco!" and the scrolls vanished. The girl gave a smirk and promptly began to pick up the goblets.

"Sit down, Harry," said Sirius. "You've met Mundungus, haven't you?"

The thing Harry had taken to be a pile of rags gave a prolonged, grunting snore and then jerked awake.

"Some'n say m' name." Mundungus mumbled sleepily. "I 'gree with Sirius..."

He raised a very grubby hand in the air as though voting; his droopy blood shot eyes unfocused. Ginny giggled.

"The meeting's over, Dung," said Sirius, as they all sat down around him at the table. "Harry's arrived."

"Eh?" said Mundungus, peering balefully at Harry through his matted ginger hair. "Blimey, so 'e 'as. Yeah... you all right, 'arry?"

"Yeah," said Harry

Mundungus fumbled nervously in his pockets, still staring at Harry, and pulled out a grimy black pipe He stuck it in his mouth, ignited the end of it with his wand, and took a deep pull on it. Great billowing clouds of greenish smoke obscured him in seconds.

"Owe you a'pology," grunted a voice from the middle of the smelly cloud.

"For the last time, Mundungus," called Mrs. Weasley, "will you please not smoke that thing in the kitchen, especially not when we're about to eat!"

"Ah," said Mundungus. "Right Sorry, Molly. Oi' 'ow come she don't have to put 'ers out?" Rogue had a round tray full of goblets and two wine bottles were in her other hand. A cigarette was secured between black painted lips. She gave a smirk and blew some smoke to Mundungus. After putting her items down in their respective places she turned.

"Cuz Darlin' A'h am helpin' and ya ain't. So bite meh." She stated and began to put plates down on the table.

"What can I do, Molly?" said Tonks enthusiastically, bounding forward.

Mrs. Weasley hesitated, looking apprehensive.

"Er- no, it's all right, Tonks, you have a rest too, you've done enough today—"

"No, no, I want to help!" said Tonks brightly, knocking over a chair as she hurried toward the dresser from which Ginny was collecting cutlery. Rogue snorted and tossed her cigarette butt into the fireplace. With that she left the warm and fuzzy feeling of the kitchen to be in her room.

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"So, who's that girl?" Harry asked Ron as they watched Tonks transform her nose between bites. Ron quickly looked up than back down to his food.

"See Harry, we don't really know. She, well she doesn't like to talk to anyone or us really. A bit off if you ask me." Ron stated and finished his soup.

"Now now, Ronnie. She's very nice. If the personality of a deadly spider does something for you." George stated as he and Fred poked at Mundungus for more jokes. Bill's gave his younger siblings a small smile.

"Her name is Rogue, Harry." Bill stated simply. "She's here so that the Death Eaters don't try to get her onto their side." Harry looked at the eldest Weasley child with question in his eyes.

"Is she a really powerful witch or something?" Harry asked and then realized that everyone had turned rather silent. Rogue had re-appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. She looked livid, well pissed actually. Her green eye narrowed down as she zeroed in on the twins. The saccharine smile came out again as she dropped down to her haunches between the twins.

"Since ya both are in front of family an friends A'h will ask ya this once before A'h go and hang your skinny assed bodies from hooks on the ceiling. Where is it!?" Rogue couldn't help hissing. The twins both had looks of confusion on their faces, but the fact that they were smiling was not helping matters.

"Now look, before you go on a wizard hunt don't you think you should tell us what we supposedly took?" Fred said casually as George put his chin on one of his closed fists in mock concentration.

"Don't go playin' games with meh. Ya took the potion A'h had in mah trunk. Not to mention that mah favorite Janis Joplin tape is broke. Course if in ya don't want to give it back, A'h would love to find out what little boys look like on the inside." The kitchen was very silent as Sirius stood. His eyes had a slight gleam to them.

"Come on than, I think that I know who took your belongings." He said and escorted the goth girl out of the kitchen. A moment later shouting was heard.

"KREACHER, WHERE THE BLOODY SOD ARE YOU. COME HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Presently Sirius returned to the kitchen.

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After too many weeks of cleaning and mindless small talk all of the students had left Number 12 Grimmauld Place. The school year had started and Rogue could not have been happier. However to the opposite end of this spectrum she was horrible depressed. She had not taken the potion since Sirius had retrieved it for her from that stupid house-elf. Rogue had been left to her own devices. She was alone with her mind, and that was not the best place to be.

The old expanse of thick comforter cradled the thin body that was enveloped in its forest green folds. Rogue felt no need to get up or even dressed despite the afternoon time. Nothing seemed to matter at the moment. It was as if she was re-living her time in the Brotherhood and the Institute at the same time. Memories of the Big Easy only surfaced if she ventured out to find some alcohol. Rouge rolled to her side as her black tank top rose up on her back. Her black boy short panties stayed where they were. Thoughts consumed Rouge.

'Why bother to do anything. No one here cares. A'h aught to just stay in this room and die.'

'So what, ya can touch now. Who is there to touch?'

'Why are they keepin' meh in this house. Why can't A'h just leave?'

'The person who you even remotely like abhors you. It's not like you're a great catch anyway.'

' Kill anyone with red-hair.'

Rogue had to smile at the last thought. It began with Jean and manifested towards so many she had met. Abruptly she was blinded as her door opened and than shut. It was hard to tell who looked better in their misery and angst, Severus or Rogue.

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"I don't suppose that you have any decency to be either awake or dressed at this hour of the day." Snape said and threw a critical eye around the room and came to rest on the moping teen. "I shall avert my gaze so that you can find the respectability to dress yourself. I presume that you can still do that?" Rogue flicked him off as he turned around. Grumbling she rolled off the bed and pulled on a pair of rather ratty jeans.

"A'h do hope that this meets your expectations. A'h also might ask that the next time that ya visit to remove the stick from yer ass." Rogue said cheekily and began to throw things into her trunk. Snape's pale face flushed to a rather unattractive red currant color.

"Tell me do you always thank the people who take time from their lives and jobs to take care of you in such a manner or am I extremely special." His black eyes bored into the back of Rogue's russet hair. She shook her head as if to clear it of his gaze. Then stood and drug her trunk towards the door.

"Well A'h wouldn't know so if anyone ever does A'h will be sure to drop ya a line. Well Bye!" Rogue stated, saluted and attempted to turn the door. A broad hand slammed the door shut before she could even try to step out. Snape was seething if not about to slap the girl before him.

"Do you have any idea of the aggravation or trouble that everyone has gone through to not only keep you here but to attempt to keep the Dark Lord oblivious." Rogue looked blankly at him.

"Look, Darlin' A'h am on day two of a three day hang over. Frankly A'h don't give a damn." Rogue said and than just began to rant. "Not only am A'h cooped up in this house, A'h am bored out of mah skull. There's no point in meh stayin' here or anywhere. So if ya don't move yer goin' to be put inta a coma!"

"Are you quite through?" Snape said in a bored manner. "Do you have any qualms as to what not only the Dark Lord would attempt to use you for but any other nutter on the streets." Rogue lowered her head as the minor guilt trip began. "Well?" Snape said as he peered down his nose at Rogue. She futilely tried to push her white bangs back but they continued to fall in front of her face.

"Why bother ta stay. The potion is pointless. It's like having no fingers and putting on gloves. Nutin' to touch. No one ta show." She said in a quite voice.

"If that's all that you feel you have to complain about someone should hit you with a blunt instrument. You will find a nice boy or something." Snape said and then rolled his eyes at the very Mrs. Weasley like comment expecting the normal response. It didn't happen.

"A'h don't want a boy Severus. A'h want a man." Rogue stated very firmly and stood to her full height. She reached his shoulders. Severus set his mouth to a very firm line before he responded.

"It seems that you did the correct thing in not taking your potion. Since it has addled your brains or perhaps it is the alcohol." He stated simply. Rogue looked down at her trunk, which was the spacer between teacher and delinquent.

"Why do ya have to rule everything A'h do off to bein' drunk." She asked then frowned. "Is it that hard to believe that someone might like ya?"

"Child, you have no idea." Snape responded. The room's temperature dropped about five degrees. Rogue looked to the side than to the deep and pit like eyes of Snape.

"First of all, it's really annoyin' that ya go an call meh 'child' or 'kid'. Mah name is Rogue so use it. Second yer not the only one who is hurtin' bout life. A'h know that ya don't want ta believe meh but A'h have gone through a lot of what ya did. A'h know that yer lonley and bitter about life." Rogue finished and moved towards her bed. She sat down and leaned her back against the wooden side of the bed. Effortlessly a lit cigarette appeared. The only other sound was a soft sigh that Rogue made.

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"Is it wrong that A'h think it looks kind of nice? In an artistic sense." Rogue asked. She was lying on her bed. Snape's arm was wrapped around her. She was looking at his left forearm. Snape sighed.

"Yes it is wrong. This is a disgusting reminder of how foolish men can be." He said darkly. Then as if remembering himself he swore.

"What?" Rouge said as he pulled his robes on.

"Unlike you Rogue, I do not have unlimited free time. I must return to Hogwarts." Snape replied and the corner of his mouth twitched. "You do understand that I will not see you for a while and even when I do you are to act as if nothing has happened." Rogue smiled and sat up with her legs tucked under her and saluted.

"Scouts honor, Severus."

"I much more prefer Professor Snape."

"A'h hope there won't be a school gal outfit involved."

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YEAH!!! This chapter took like three days to finish. I think A'h can get one more out before school starts. Goddess it's depressin' that school starts so soon. August 11th A'h shall go in one last time. All A'h got to say is:

"OH FIVE"

sorry

STAY FROSTY

The Goth Witch