Disclaimer: must we go through this every time? You know I dun own it, is my name Jo Rowling? NO! Get off my back dude

Author's Note: Yeah, I ended coming up with this one on my own, I'm serious though, this story will stay uncompleted until someone gives me some help, I'm loosing my mind. And a special thanks to my readers. Also, there's no way in hell Harry can get resorted, no offense, but that was by far the most retarded thing I ever heard.

Chapter 3: 360

Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, sat at his aunt's table at 7:00 am on September 1, the first day of school on his final year at Hogwarts. He pushed his porridge around his plate, but couldn't bring himself to eat it. It had been a month, one month exactly since he'd last seen Severus Snape, and their meeting had been less than pleasant. In fact, in an entire month, he had thought of nothing else but the last time he had seen him.

Since he was now 17, and allowed to do magic he threatened Vernon into letting Remus visit him, and to prove he wasn't joking he placed a bat-bogey hex on Dudley. Vernon left him that way for a good twenty minutes, and when no Ministry Owls came zooming in he cursed in what seemed like a million languages, took his porker son and horsey wife and left the house for a few hours.

"You and Severus?" Remus sighed.

"Yeah…"

"And…I mean Harry after what happened with Poness…well…I didn't know you swung that way."

"I don't."

"Sorry?"

"See that's the thing, I'm not attracted to other men, just him."

"Harry…" Remus sighed as he finished his tea. "Severus is your teacher, perhaps it's best that you severed ties with him early. Severus…sever…" He chuckled to himself.

"Why can't I stop thinking about him?"

"Because, the only person you've ever been close to on that level is Sirius. Ron is your best friend but you've never shared intimate moments on such a level. That thing with Cho went horribly, horribly wrong. I mean, the wizarding world puts you on this pedestal, forgetting that you're not some valiant soldier but a young man. Men have feelings and needs, and Severus was there for you at a time you needed someone most." Remus took his wand and stirred some more tea into his cup. "I won't deny there isn't an emotional attachment, Severus had a hard adolescent life as well, you're both a like in so many ways-"

"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!

"It means you hate your aunt and uncle, he hated his father. Everyone was willing to believe any horrible rumor about him because he had a reputation, just like yourself. He was always angry and confused, but you've been lucky. You have Hermione and Ron, who did he have? Lucius and Narcissa, not a very good influence."

"You have no clue what I should do, do you?

"None what-so-ever. All I can do is tell you to follow your gut."

"Thanks." Harry mumbled, and Remus was off. Disapparating to his home.

So here he was, Harry Potter, the famous Harry Potter. He would have given anything at that second to be someone else. Anyone else, just to stop feeling like there was something missing.

maybe I'm in love with him.

sex isn't love mate.

what then?

I'm as confused as you are.

thanks for nothing.

Any time.

"Are you ready boy?!" Vernon snapped.

"Yeah I'm ready." Harry whispered and levitated his trunk down(he no longer had to carry the heavy thing why should he?) He was quiet through out the ride to King's Cross, quiet on the ride to Hogwarts, quiet on the carriage ride. Nothing Ron or Hermione said could get him to mutter more than two words. Nothing more than: "Fine", "I guess", "I dunno", and "eh, sure."

He didn't pay attention to Dumbledore's speech, and didn't dare once look up at the Staff Table, he couldn't bear it. He barely ate, trying the entire feast to stop himself from breaking into pathetic sobs, why did he suddenly feel this way?

The first week of school passed so quickly, he barely realized it was Thursday, and there was no avoiding Snape now, it was Potions day. He walked stiffly down to the dungeons, and took his seat in the back. He wasn't there yet. Ron and Hermione sat next to him, and started a conversation that apparently involved him because every once in a while they would say something like:

"See? Harry agrees with me!", or, "yeah tell 'er mate!"

"Class! Class please settle down!" Called a VERY un-familiar voice. The entire class looked up to see a witch standing in front of the class. She had shoulder length brown hair, and brown eyes, and black robes. There was really nothing special about her appearance except that she was standing at Professor Snape's desk. "Thank you. My name is Professor Jordon-"

"Where's Professor Snape?" Harry blurted before allowing himself to think.

"Did you say something dear?"

"Professor Snape, where is he?"

"Professor Snape has resigned, he won't be returning for the year. If you'll please turn your attention-"

"WHAT?! What's wrong with him?!"

"I don't know, and it's none of your concern-"

"THE HELL IT ISN'T!" He cried as he stood out of his seat.

"Mr. Potter you won't take that tone with me! Now either take your seat or you can see the Headmaster!"

"That's a no brainer." Harry spat as he stomped out of the room. He slammed the door shut behind him and continued to storm around the dungeons. "Who the hell does she think she is takin' his place like he's no one!" He fumed as he rounded the corner, and went colliding into another body. "WATCH IT!" He screamed as he stood up, only to be facing Professor Snape, who was dusting off his robes.

"Why aren't you in Potions Mr. Potter?"

"I should ask you the same question!"

"I'm not a student I don't need an excuse."

"What are you doing here then!? You're not the Potions Master anymore you don't have any right to be in a castle!"

"Since when is it your right to dictate who and who cannot be in this castle Mr. Potter?"

"STOP CALLING ME MR. POTTER!"

"I'll call you whatever the hell I please. Now either get back to class or go see the Headmaster."

"Prick."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I expected something a little more sophisticated than that."

Harry pushed him out of the way and marched to Dumbledore's office, the gargoyle was out of the way, waiting for him. He didn't even need to knock, Dumbledore's calm voice sounded from inside:

"Come in Harry."

"How did you-" He began, but knew it was useless to finish it. He took a seat in front of his old friend.

"What's troubling you Harry?"

"Why did Professor Snape resign?"

"Resign? He hasn't resigned."

"Then what's that-that-that WOMAN doing in his class room? She said he did!"

"Resigned from the Potions Position yes. My dear boy, have you not noticed that all this week there has been no Defense Against The Dark Arts in your schedule?"

"Er…no."

"No one is going to have them for another two weeks. Your new teacher is making new leaps and bounds to ensure the best education for his students in this field, wants them to be prepared for…anything that could happen."

"What? Did you hire Mr. Lupin back?"

"No Harry. Professor Snape has taken over the Defense Against the Dark Arts position."

Okay end Chap 3, I dunno why I named it 360, dun ask, just review plz, thnx.