Part two's here. Sorry it took me a bit. As usual , everything but my idea belongs to JKR. Also, as usual, comments are welcome. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------

Harry slowly padded into his rooms that night, afraid to wake Killian who was notoriously hard to put to bed and nearly did the deed by tripping over the dog shaped mound in front of the fireplace. Unlike the rooms above ground, his quarters did not have a sitting room. Instead, the front door opened directly into the living room. Coincidentally, the dungeons suites were the only that had actual doors. Even Dumbledore had the statue guarding him. Another little known fact was the two levels of dungeon quarters were directly connected to each other and to a tunnel. Thus, anyone from the top level could walk down the staircase next to the bathroom, emerge in the living room closet of the lower lever residence and leave the castle with no one the wiser. The Marauders didn't know about those passages , as they didn't show up on the map until Harry modified it in his seventh year, so it was a safe bet that one but him and Snape knew about them. The measure of security was one of the reasons he chose that particular suite. Now however, he was busily cursing the room's layout, the dim lights and Hogwarts in general. The dog slowly shifted into strapping red headed man and turned to the flustered wizard.

"Would you mind keeping it down mate?"

"Sorry." Mumbled the suitably chastised Harry and stepped to the side before slowly picking up the slumbering boy. "Why isn't he in bed?' he continued while making his way deeper into the suite, to the last door on the right, across the corridor from the staircase. Ron didn't answer and stayed outside while Harry put his son to sleep. When he emerged, Ron silently motioned him to return to the living room. There, he took a bottle of red wine of the mantel and pored two glasses. "Dinner's in the charmed cabinet, had to chase Dobby's cleanup crew off it twice." Once he was satisfied that Harry wasn't ignoring supper again, Ron spoke.

"What exactly is going on between you and Snape?" That earned him a patented 'Potter-confused look' , so he clarified; "I'm not asking for my delicate sensibilities you know. I could hardly care less about the ' big bad and greasy'"

"Then why ask at all?"

"Because Killian was waiting for 'papa Sev' and wouldn't go to sleep, that's why..."

"Well, why didn't you call him up here then..."

"... and I really don't want the kid hurt if whatever it is you've got going on is trivial"

"He's right downstairs."

"Snape's been away all afternoon, and you're avoiding my question."

"Wait a minute, Sev's not here?"

"To state the obvious, Morgana, let me count the ways! That what is what I said, isn't it?" Harry answered with a succinct "Bugger!" and finished off his glass. Once Ron poured him another and returned the bottle to the mantle he finished his dinner and made to leave the suite. "Where are you going?"

"Downstairs, to see if Snape's back, and if he needs anything. You wouldn't mind staying a little longer. Would you?"

"There you do again. Of course I'll stay. You know I've got no place else to be right now. Can you just tell me what going on with you and the Git?"

"Nothing, absolutely nothing", replied Harry and closed the door behind him.

That wasn't completely true, and his consciousness heartily agreed as he made his way to the sublevel below his. True, Snape and him weren't involved, but Snape obviously had a bond with Killian, and he was the boy's parent. Didn't that warrant a bond between them as well? He arrived at a warded door and hissed to the brass snake, which served as a lock. She liked him and let him in, even though the wards singed him. There was his answer. He had more of a bond with Severus' door than with the man himself. Not that he was surprised. He slowly walked into the living room, and noted the absence of fire in the hearth. He easily extinguished the smoldering corner of his robe, and reminded himself to send the bill for it's repair to Snape. He lost more robes to his wards than he did to the students' pranks. Pathetic. Once he was satisfied that the Potion's Master was truly away, Harry made his way to the couch in the corner of the room and settled in.It was going to be one of 'those' nights and he had to intention of falling into useless dreaming again.