That's how it started. That's how I got into this mess. If I did not open my big mouth I would not be stuck in this mess. I bet Albus had been planning this all along. Figures. Ironically enough all the other teachers were busy or unavailable to be called off their vacations or missions to see if the damned boy was okay. I thought I would just go prove the Weasleys, Albus and everyone wrong; prove the boy just was inconsiderate like his father to ignore the people around him. But then.. I find out not only he isn't okay, that his bird isn't either. So, I do the right thing. I take him to the school, so that he and his bird don't die, and then Dumbledore wants ME to take HIM in? The son of my step-brother. Now that's just ironic.
Without even noticing, Severus sat there opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. He was in shock. He honestly wants me to take him in. Well. Let me think about this. If I take him out I'll be annoyed for the rest of my summer. If I don't I'll feel guilty. Damn. If I take him in I could be revealed to be his step-uncle. If I don't he could never know. Severus mentally was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He should have just listened to the brat and not meddled with his family.
Dumbledore finally spoke again, "It'd only be for the rest of the summer, Severus. I would send him off to the Weasleys but it would be too obvious. Besides, its a good chance to get to know him." Did I say I wanted to get to know him? No. I did not think so.
Snape sighed, well, I did make it so he was 'homeless'. "Fine." He finally stated, slightly irritated, "I will take Potter in." Why does it feel like I'm going to regret those words?
Dumbledore smiled at this, and replied, "Well, I suggest that you could set him a room in your manor while you wait for him to regain consciousness." Severus headed home to his large manor, and on his way, felt like cursing everything in my path.
He watched the boy, as he slept on. Letting his mind wander off, out of pure boredom. Severus had already brought his things, and set up a room for him. Much to the Head of Slytherin's disgust, he had done his room in Gryffindor colors. He was guessing the Dursleys had not let the boy rest much, either, seemed exhausted.
He watched the boy inhale, exhale, and wondered onto a topic. How did everyone see this boy was "special"? Why did everyone need to think he was their savior? He's just a boy. A boy with messy jet-black hair, emerald green eyes, and no parents. Well, and a lightening bolt scar to prove he had no parents. Because of the Dark Lord and a certain prophecy... Sure, his father was a jackass to me, and his mother hated me, but that was no reason to hate him, was it? For the last four years, Severus would think that was good enough as any reason, but now he was not quite sure.
For some reason this boy had his whole life planned out for him. That he would be the one to defeat the Dark Lord because of the sheer luck he had that faithful night in October. He looked at the boy, and shook his head with pity.
For the next half an hour or so, Severus amused myself with all the ways for Potter to be informed he has to spend the rest of the summer with him.
Harry woke up in what he think was the hospital wing. He was not completely sure, since everything was all cloudy. Reaching for his glasses on the nightstand, Harry found them handed to him. He realized he wasn't alone in the room, but Harry was not concerned in the slightest about his safety. The only thing he was worried about was if Hedwig was okay.
He looked around, and saw Snape; the Potions Master, sitting bored, by his bedside. So, he was the one who handed Harry his glasses. Why?
Ignoring the thought that he might actually be here to finish me off, Harry asked, "Professor, is my owl all right?"
Like usual, he snapped back, "She is fine, Potter." So, he's back to my last name again. All right, fine. "Do you honestly care more about your bird then about yourself?"
Harry ignored his question, and asked, "Where is she?"
"The Owlery. Until tomorrow."
Until tomorrow. What the hell did he mean? "What's happening tomorrow, sir?" What was he going to say? More importantly, would he even tell me? Doubt that. It is Snape, after all. The one who enjoys to see me in pain. Who hates me because of my father. Why he came and saved me from the Dursleys is a mystery to me. Harry bet Dumbledore asked him to check on me. He could not for the life of him remember if he told him yesterday or not.
A question popped into his head; Where was I going to be staying after this? Dumbledore surely will not permit Harry to stay at the school, now would he? Maybe he would let the Weasleys take him in. Or maybe even the Grangers. Or some other family Harry was some-what familiar with. Better yet; maybe Lupin'll take Harry in. I'm sure Sirius would be there. I hope that is what is happening.
Snape was silent, possibly debating his answer, or debating to actually tell Harry. He slowly said, finally, "Well, Potter.." Then, he paused. Harry had to retrain myself from shouting out, 'Keep going you greasy git!'. Come on, hurry it up. "Albus and I have discussed the situation.." His voice trailed off. Harry waited impatiently to hear the answer. "..We've decided that you will be staying the remainder of the summer with me." Then he added quickly, "And you leave tomorrow."
He blinked, and sat there stunned for about ten minutes. Finally, Harry started laughing. "You are joking, right?" Oh, please Merlin, tell me he's joking. I don't want to spend my summer with him. Send me back with the Dursleys if you must. I won't stay with Snape. No let me rephrase that. I CAN'T stay with Snape.
Snape sneered, "No Potter, I'm not." He stood up, and said, "Poppy will be in to make sure you eat something. Do not give her a struggle." With that he left the room.
Harry sat there astonished. Me.. At Snape's house? All summer? That is impossible. No, he was kidding me. He had to have been. Still; maybe it is true. What is Snape trying to pull? I bet I'll be dead before my birthday. I imagine Sirius'll have a field day when he hears about this.