A/N: I can't believe you people actually like my story. Well thanks for the reviews, keep them coming. remember this is my first fic, I am still learning what I am doing here.

Chapter 3- Snape Manor

There were a few very tense hours of waiting for one Harry Potter to wake. No one left his side, and they barely dared to speak. Finally they heard a whimper. Then there was a groan and finally his eyes started to flutter open.

"Oh damn, that was one of the worst beatings yet." Harry thought to himself. As he opened his eyes he realized that this looked nothing like his cupboard and started to wonder if he was really dead. "Well, maybe the bastard finally did it. Wait, there's something moving over there, and it isn't white and oh the pain. I'm not dead, I wonder where I could be."

Harry started realizing that there was someone watching him and he turned his head and managed to whisper, "Where am I?"

"Shh Mr Potter, do not speak. You have been through a lot, and we have had to force feed a few potions to you. Your throat is going to be a bit sore. Here is some water, Severus will you help him sit up please?" Harry recognized the voice as Madame Pomfrey.

Snape moved forward to help Harry sit up and heard him hiss in pain as Snape touched his back.

"Poppy, I think another pain potion would be in order." Snape stated with a certain note of indifference.

Harry greedily gulped down the water and then reached to the nightstand to fetch his glasses. As he put them on he looked around the room. He knew that he wasn't at the Dursley's, he wasn't in the hospital wing and he wasn't at Grimmauld place, so where was he? The room he was in was the bedroom part of a suite. He could see a door open to a sitting area and another door open to a bathroom. The bedroom was magnificent. He was in a king sized canopy bed with a navy blue down comforter. The hangings were a sky blue, but did not clash with the bedding. There was a fireplace on one wall, but it was too small to floo from. You could tell that it was used just for warmth and comfort. The carpet was an earthy beige color. There were many different pictures on the wall, but none of actual people. The whole room almost gave Harry a feeling of security.

Poppy, Dumbledore and Snape watched as Harry surveyed the room.

"I hope you like the room Harry, because it has been decided that this is where you will be staying for the rest of the summer." Dumbledore told Harry.

"Please sir, where am I?" asked Harry.

"Oh, how silly of me to forget. This is Proffessor Snapes' Manor. You will be staying with him for the rest of the summer. But for now, I think it is wise for you to go back to sleep and get some rest." Dumbledore stated.

None of them missed the look of fear and dread on Harry's face at the prospect for staying with Snape all summer long. Dumbledore sighed as he stood up. "Harry, I will be back tomorrow to talk to you about a few matters that concern you. Rest up, for I fear tomorrow may be a hard day for you." With that he leaned forward and placed a light kiss on Harry's forhead and left the room. Madame Pomfrey gave Harry a dreamless sleep potion and took her leave as well. Only Snape remained, and Harry was lost in thought. No one had ever kissed him like a parent or grandparent. He just couldn't tell if he was still mad at the headmaster or not.

Snape slid the potion forward, "Drink this, all will be explained in the morning. For now it is important that you rest and heal." Snape didn't really care how Harry was feeling. People thought that Snape was heartless, and in a sense they were right. He did have a heart, but it was burried under so much pain, hurt and despair that he forgot how to use it. He truly acted the part of a heartless bastard.

Harry decided that he was too tired and had had too much happen to him today and that all that he wanted now was to sleep. He took the dreamless sleep potion, gulped it down and was asleep before his head touched the pillow. Snape stood and took the potion vial from Potter's hand. He quickly turned and left the room, but not before noticing that Potter looked incredibly child-like sleeping.

----The next morning----

Harry slowly started to wake. He really did not want to move, he was in a very comfortable bed and could not remember why. Then slowly the events of the day before came back to him and he almost groaned out loud. Snape had saved him. Snape had seen what his horrible relatives were like. Harry knew that there was no way that Snape would ever let him live this down. He could just hear it now, "Poor Harry Potter, can't even stand up to his muggle relatives, how pathetic can you get?" That's what Harry felt, pathetic, worthless. He just couldn't do anything right.

As he was laying there thinking, Snape silently walked into the room and was observing him. He could tell that the boy hadn't noticed his entrance and decided it was time to change that. "So, Potter," Snape spat that name out with disgust, "do you want to come down for breakfast? Or shall I wait on you hand and foot?" You could tell that it wasn't really a question.

"I'm really not very hungry sir." Harry replied. Anything to stay out of the man's presence.

"Be that as it may, you will have to eat something, I will not allow you to waste away into nothing while you are here. Meals will be served at 8, 12, and 6. If you do not show up for a meal, I will come and find you. If I have to resort to finding you, you will be serving a detention and I promise that you will not like that. Now get up, the bathroom is through there. Weezy has laid out your clothes for you." With that Snape stalked out of the room.

Harry, realizing that he had no choice gingerly got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. When he stepped in, he could not believe his eyes. This was the most magnificent bathroom he had ever been in, including the Prefects bathroom during his 4th year. The bathtub was huge and made out of white marble. There had to be at least 20 different taps with bubble bath and water in them. The tiles on the floor were a sparkling gold color, and the walls were a forest green color. Harry walked over and looked out the window. The grounds that he could see were huge. There wasn't a house around for miles and it even looked as though Snape had his own Quidditch Pitch. Harry turned on some of the different taps and when he stepped into the bath he decided that he never wanted to get out. His muscles had gone through so much, they were aching. He sat there for a bit and let them relax. Sighing, he realized that he needed to get out and head down for breakfast.

Harry looked at the clothes that Weezy had laid out for him and thought that there must have been some kind of mistake. These weren't his clothes. Deciding he would worry about that later, he put on the robes that had been laid out for him. They were a navy blue color, they almost seemed black. When the sun shined on it, it almost seemed to shimmer. Realizing that he did not know his way around Snape's house, he decided to try calling the house elf. "Umm, Weezy?" Harry called out.

"Yes Mister Potter sir? What can Weezy be doing for sir?" Weezy popped in out of nowhere.

"Can you please lead me down to breakfast? I realized that I do not know my way around here." Harry asked very politely.

"Yes sir, Weezy can do that. After sir has his breakfast, Weezy can give sir a tour if sir wants."

"Weezy, you don't have to call me sir, you can just call me Harry." Harry stated.

Weezy lead Harry past many marvelous looking rooms, but Harry barely had time to peak in before walking past. Finally they reached the dinning room. The table was big enough to seat 50 easily. There were two chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the walls and floor were a beautiful wood. Snape was already seated at the head of the table and there was another place setting close to him. Harry moved forward and sat down at the only other place set. Snape looked up from his perusal of the Daily Prophet just as the meal was served. The food looked even better than the meals at Hogwarts, if that was possible. Harry slowly started to pick at his food.

"The Headmaster will be stopping by at 10 to have his talk with you. While you are here there are a few rules that you will obey. First, if a room is locked, it is locked for a good reason, do not, I repeat, do not try to go into those rooms. My room is off limits. You will follow my rules or you will serve a detention. You will show me the proper amount of respect. We will be resuming Occlumency lessons, and I expect you to practice this time so as not to waste my time. Do not leave the Manor without my permission, even to just go out on the grounds. Do you understand?" Snape asked.

"Yes sir. Sir, may I ask why it is you that I am staying with? What should I do when you are called to a meeting?" Harry asked tenatively.

"I will not be called to any meetings, other than those of the Order. I have been found out, my spying days are over." Snape stated icily. "I am sure he found out about me through your mind though" Snape just thought the last part to himself.

They ate the rest of the meal in silence. After the meal was over, Weezy took Harry on a tour of the Manor. He found the library and was astounded. Snape had more books than the whole of the Hogwarts library. Oh would Hermione be jealous if she knew what he had access to. At 10 o'clock Harry walked into the sitting room where he was told that Dumbledore would meet him. He took a seat on one of the couches with a book from the library propped on his knee. Snape had told him that he could use the library, but if he stole or damaged any of the books, he would wish he had never been born. The truth was, Harry already wished that.