It turns out he wasn't joking. As much as Harry had wanted him to be. Dumbledore came down later that day to confirm it. He considered running off that night, since Harry was having difficulty sleeping. He waited until Promfrey had drifted off, pulling the blankets back, and silently left.

He crept down the halls in my hospital pajamas. It would probably was strange if someone saw him. He only wished he had his invisibility cloak. Now, where am I suppose to go? Hagrids. A quick thought. He would understand, and maybe he will even take Harry to Ron's.

Harry was just about to leave the castle, when he heard, "POTTER! What are you doing?!"

He did not have to turn around to know who's voice that belonged to. The legendary Potions Master, Severus Snape. Turning around to reply, "I was going to go visit Hagrid, Professor," Harry glanced at his most hated Professor. He was wearing all black, like usual, but the robes he wore were not his usuals. Those were the ones he saw Death Eaters wear. In his left hand, Harry saw a Death Eater mask. So.. he was a Death Eater meeting..

"In the middle of the night?" Snape questioned. Always one to give the third degree.

Harry hesitated, and spoke, "Err.. Yea."

"Back to the Hospital Wing, Potter." Harry still stood there, as Snape hissed, "You have been in it quite a few times, you should know where it is." He sneered, "Or do you need an escort?"

"I can find it, Professor." Harry said, and began walking up to the Hospital Wing, cursing Snape every step of the way.

The next morning, Snape came down with Hedwig. Then, he walked Harry off of school grounds. Harry was daring himself to ask Snape what he found out at the Death Eater meeting, as he snatched my arm, and apparated outside of a large house.

Harry looked at the house, stunned. Snape unlocked the front door, and he glanced back at Harry, "Yes Potter, I live here. Can we move on?"

The outside of the house was painted white, and the windows were tainted. The outside of what he saw was nicely cleaned, grass cut. Harry followed Snape into the house, as he gave him the grand tour.

Harry noticed first about the house was it was not even in Slytherin colors. "Your not allowed in the here." He pointed out at the den. "But, you are allowed in the living room." He only half listened as Harry was still astonished Snape lived in such a nice house. "You are not allowed in the dungeon, and finally my room." Harry nodded, as he continued following Snape down the hall. "This is yours." It was done up in Gryffindor colors. Harry smirked, it probably irritated Snape to see that. "Breakfast is at eight in the morning sharp. Lunch is at twelve thirty, and Dinner is at seven. If you decide not to come down you make your own meal."

"Anything else, Professor?" Harry asked, hoping to get some alone time.

"If you want to go to a friends house, ask a day in advance. The Headmaster told me, however, you are not allowed to stay the night at anyone's house."

Harry nodded, and Snape left. Harry flopped onto the bed, and then saw his trunk at the foot of the bed. He decided to unpack.

Hedwig was allowed to stay in his room at least.

It didn't take long before he finished packing. Must be the soul reason, that he did not really have too many possessions.

He glanced at the clock and found out it was only ten in the morning. He got working on his summer homework. Harry had not been able to do any of it at all, so far this summer, and he bet Hermione would nag, if she could. He paused after two hours of working on his Potions homework. He had decided to finish it first, in case Snape asked. But of course, Harry would probably say he was half way done, just to make sure Snape did not get any ideas such as to assign more. Knowing him.. He would.

At twelve twenty five, a house elf came in. "Lunch will be ready in five minutes in the dining room, Mr. Potter." The elf grinned in delight, upon looking at Harry.

"What is your honest opinion of Snape?" Harry asked first, then seeing her squint her eyes, "I know house elves are not suppose to talk bad about their masters, but I'm curious."

"Master is very kind, Mr. Potter. Except when he's mad. Which is why you should go for lunch, now."

"If I'm going to be staying here, can you do me one little favor?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter?"

"My name is Harry. Please call me Harry."

"Yes, Mr. Potter. I shall try to remember that Mr. Potter." This little elf has been hanging around Snape too damn long, Harry decided, as he went and washed up for lunch.

Harry walked down to the dining room, just as Snape entered. Harry sat down, and ate silently, hoping for him not to notice he was there.. or at least not talk to him. With Harry's luck though, Snape wanted to get back into his favorite hobby. Torment the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Actually found the dining room, Potter?" He sneered.

"I'm not an idiot." He muttered, still looking at his food.

Snape replied instantly, "Could have fooled me. You exactly like your father."

"Good. Then, he can torment you even when he is long gone, through me!" Harry snapped, getting sick of the game.

That, shut him up.Harry was definitely happy about that, but decided against coming down for dinner at seven. After lunch, he went back up to my room, and finished his Potions essay.