Harry was use to not eating. The house elf came up, once again, to remind me about dinner. Harry simply refused to go. To be on the safe side, he locked the door, to make certain Snape would not bother him. He doubted he would, but the dark man is unpredictable. I mean, I'm staying here with him! Really, is this guy insane?

Harry knew if he wanted to Snape could use the unlocking spell or something to unlock the door, but he did feel slightly safer with the knowledge it was locked. Harry polished his firebolt, and his wand to pass time.

That night, Harry did not know whether to actually sleep. Snape could easily do something to him in his sleep. It was a trust issue. But, Harry mused, if he did not sleep, Snape would surely know, and he would ask questions. Maybe. He decided he would go to sleep, after all.

He still had not told Hermione or Ron. More importantly Sirius, what had happened. Harry forced out of his mind, he did not think he would tell Sirius, just yet. Harry certainly did not like Snape, but he did not want his knew guardian to be murdered. He yawned, and drifted off, after his first day at the Snape Manor.

It was the same kind of nightmare. The type that mad Harry's scar burn, as if someone had poured acid over an open cut. He woke up screaming in pain, writhing in the sheets, being strangled by the soft blankets.

He quickly remembered where he was, and covered his mouth. He closed my eyes, and hoped that Snape had not heard him. After a few minutes, Harry was sure he had not. With a sighed, Harry tried to get back to sleep. But it never came.

He decided on writing to Ron, after an hour or so of laying still in his bed. He told him all about what had happened; how Snape rescued him, and destroyed the Dursleys home; causing Harry to for surely never be able to return there.

Afterwards, Harry did some homework. At six, he left his room, out of boredom. He wandered around for two hours, exploring, until breakfast.

When he went downstairs, Snape was already there, waiting. He is always on time, isn't he? Harry sat down to breakfast, and looked up at Snape; who's glare was fixed on Harry for no apparent reason.

Harry shrugged it off, and began to eat. Finally, Snape said something, without the harsh anger, and pent up hatred. "What happened last night?" He asked, as if he cared.

"Huh?" Was all Harry managed to say.

He rolled his eyes and sneered, "Screaming during the middle of the night?" Harry ignored him, and continued to eat. "Potter?" He said, as if he did not hear him.

"I'm going to do homework." Harry said, and rose. If he was trying to do a half-assed job on caring, Harry decided, he'd make it harder for that. He knew, just as well as he did, that he did not want to be here. Call him ungrateful. With any luck, Harry hoped, he could convince Snape he's insane or something. Harry sighed, and closed his door.

He started on his homework again. What a boring summer. After half an hour, the house elf came up. "Hello Mr. Potter." It greeted.

Harry did not look up from his work, and asked irritated, "Do I have to remind you again that my name is Harry?"

"Master Snape asked me to check on you, Mr. Potter." She explained, "And I is seeing that he is not." Really, this is getting on my nerves.

"Tell that greasy git that I do not care. I am busy." Harry said, turning a page of his textbooks.

The little elf's voice shook. "M-master also would like to speak with you."

"I am not about to put up with his torments right now. Whatever he wants, it can wait." Dipping his quill in the ink well, and beginning to write once more.

The house elf waited a moment, I think debating what to say. "Mr. Potter is sure he does not wish to speak with Master Snape?"

"Mr. Potter is sure he does not wish to speak with the greasy bastard." He paused. "Mr. Potter is also sure that he would like you to leave him alone, so he can do some school work." With that Harry shooed her out in with tears. It had to be done, he told himself.


Snape sent his house elf, Destiny, to check on Potter. He knew that he should not have within ten minutes, when she came into the living room in tears. With a sigh of aspiration, Snape asked, "What the hell did he say?"

She quoted back every word he had said, and looked at Snape sadly when she quoted the insults towards him. Never knew Potter could be so bitter. Now, I know he's been in my house for too long. Going on two days now.. Severus gave a snort, and sent Destiny off.

At lunch, he did come down for something to eat. Considering, he skipped dinner last night, and he had not finish breakfast. He sat down as far away from me, as Destiny brought out sandwiches. She looked sadly at Potter, and then hurried off to her other chores.

After awhile, the room got very tense. To tense for my likings. "Potter, last night, you were screaming. Why?" Severus asked.

He looked up at me, with a glare that probably matched my own. He, then, went back to his sandwich, trying not to talk to him. Strange, that's what I'd do. We're more alike than I thought. Severus mused, as Potter said, "Why do you care, Professor?" Severus could see his mouth wrap around his next words. "Did I interrupt your well-needed beauty sleep?"

He also had good comebacks. Severus noted to myself, wondering what he would say back. Nothing came. Damn, the boy stumped me on his second day here! Instead of responding to the boy, he glared at him. He shrugged it off like nothing. "If you really want to know, try your little promise you gave me last year. You know? Slip Veritisaem into my goblet?" He's good at that, I suppose. Manipulating all of my words.

"An open threat- Potter. I could very well do that if I felt that I needed to. I do not need to." Severus paused. "You are not going to ruin my vacation, Potter," He looked up, as I continued, "I have dealt with your father, and there is no way you can be worse than him."

He smirked, got up, and left. Severus could have sworn he heard, "Oh, but I will ruin your vacation, Professor, I will."

At that moment, Severus did not know why the hell he had agreed to this. Why couldn't he be more like Lily? Lily was always quiet, and didn't get into trouble. Now, thinking about when Dumbledore asked him if he'd take Harry in. It feels like I am signing myself away to the Dementors. It is not like the boy scares me, it is that the boy seems to be angry, and is picking me as his target.