Slowly, three boring, uneventful days past by. Snape and Harry had their usual 'fights' at meal times, and Harry actually began to look forward to them. That proves just how bored he really was.

Ron sent pity letters, and Hermione told him she wrote to Sirius. Harry amused himself over Sirius reaction after he heard.

He began to be civil with the house elf, Destiny, but she still got on his nerves for calling him, 'Mr. Potter.'. Harry was starting to think Snape had told her to irritate him by saying that. Speaking of irritations, he heard a pesky, "Mr. Potter, are you all right, sir?"

He had decided to leave his homework for something to do later on, but, that resulted in nothing to do. "I'm fine, Destiny. Just bored out of my mind." At least he was not worried over his night terrors. The nightmares stopped for the time being, but Harry was sure it will only be a short while until they return.

She rocked back and forth on her feet, "I could show you around, Mr. Potter, if you would like, Mr. Potter."

He sighed, "No, Snape did that when I got here."

She smiled, getting excited, "Oh! But he did not show you all the good things, Mr. Potter."

Harry glanced at my firebolt in the corner. "Maybe another time, Destiny. I think I'm going to fly on my firebolt for a little while." Storms were common in this area. He had been here about.. a week.. There had been storms on three of those days.

He snatched up his broom, and walked down the flights of stairs as hard as he could. This had become a habit to annoy Snape. He was usually in the dungeon working on Potions or something, but Harry knew that he could hear it, because he would on occasion come out just to glare at The-Boy-Who-Lived.

Once in the air, Harry felt free again. He most certainly did not want to live at Snape's for the summer. Flying made him think of Hogwarts, and how much he wished he was there. He pondered how come he could not stay with Hagrid. He was much more capable than Snape. But, Harry supposed he was busy with the Order. Harry flew around for an hour or so, before it got rainy. He hurried back into the manor, soaking wet.

He ran up to his room, leaving a water trail behind him. He changed into some dry clothes, and then heard a bang, followed by a loud curse. Harry started laughing. Snape fell over something...

Harry quickly grabbed his hairbrush, and combed the wet mess. Harry flopped down onto his bed. He heard angry stomping up the stairs, then a bang at his door. Followed by an angry, "POTTER!!"

Getting up from his bed, Harry opened up the door, and looked at Snape. He was going to say, 'You bellowed, sir?' but decided not to push his luck. So, he did his usual gloomy, "Yes, Professor?"

He glared at Harry. "Clean up the water mess you made." He looked around his room. "..Then your room!" He was rubbing his head like it hurt. Harry had to hold in his laughter, full knowing that he had slipped onto the water. "Get a mop from Destiny, and get to work." He left with that, and went to clean up the water, Harry left.

He found Destiny in the kitchen with the other house elves, making dinner. Harry, quickly, got a mop, and decided to start up at his room. An idea hit him. How can I irritate Snape more? I'll whistle. Now what's the most annoying song? What did Dudley do to bug me all the time? So, Harry started whistling, 'This is the song that never ends.. Its goes and on my friends. Some people started singing it not knowing what it was, and they'll continue singing it forever just because.. This is the..'

He had successfully, mopped up the water to the stairs, then Snape came out of his room, about to tell him to stop, but Harry did. So, he had nothing to yell at Harry for. Once he left again, he started up again. Thankfully, Harry was down the stairs when he came out again. Knowing him, he could push me easily and make it look like an accident. "POTTER!"

Harry hid his grin, as he replied, "What?"

Harry knew very well he could not accuse him of whistling because he had no proof, so he said, "Stop whatever your doing!"

He called back, "I thought you wanted me to mop up the water." Harry smirked to himself, as he left again. He was really bugging Snape. Destiny came by, and heard him whistling. She joined in, finding it catchy. He mopped up the rest of the water, then Snape came running down the stairs, real mad. He pushed Harry into his room, and locked the door behind him.

He would have laughed if he knew he was not in trouble. Stupid greasy bastard. Doesn't he know a joke when it slaps him in the face? Guess not. Maybe that is why he hated my father so much. I bet my father is laughing it up at Snape, for how much I am irritating him, and ruining his summer. Well, if this was my punishment, I suppose it is not that bad. Harry mused, lay on my bed.

After five minutes, Harry found himself in the same situation he was in a few hours ago; boredom. How the hell am I suppose to get out of this one?