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Last paragraph on the previous chapter:

"Yes, in my quarters, Mr. Potter. You will be staying in one of the rooms in my quarters. It makes it much less difficult then you having to travel all the way down to the dungeons everyday," Harry strangled an aggravated growl in his throat but couldn't stop a sigh from escaping, "believe me, Mr. Potter, I feel the same way." And Snape sighed too.

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Harry had to jog to keep up with Snape's fast walk, and nearly ran into him when he stopped abruptly.

They were stopped in front of a detailed painting of a snake that slithered and coiled as Harry watched it, deep green scales glinting by the flicker of the few torches on the walls. The frame was what caught Harry's eye, though. It was a dark ebony with miniscule wriggling snakes carved in it. They had bits of amber for eyes and seemed to be watching him intently. One opened its tiny mouth and a tongue flicked out as it hissed, "Who goes there?"

Harry looked at the small snake, wondering if he should answer, just as Snape spoke the password, "L'âme du serpent."

"Soul of the snake?" Harry asked.

"You know French?" Snape looked surprised. Harry suppressed a laugh.

"I went to muggle school for quite a few years," Harry said, smiling.

"Ah," Snape stood for a few seconds, "What's wrong? I said L'âme du serpent," he stated glaring at the snake, ebony eyes boring into amber.

The small serpent on the frame was talking again, "Who goes there?" It repeated angrily.

Harry decided to answer this time, "Harry," he hissed in Parseltongue, purposely leaving out his last name.

The snake turned its head to the side, "A Parselmouth? You must be Slytherin..."

At this Harry shook his head, "Gryffindor."

The animal's tiny amber eyes widened, "A parselmouth in the lion's den?"

Harry nodded just as the portrait swung open, revealing Snape's quarters. Snape had been watching the conversation with his eyebrow raised, "Anything interesting?"

Harry shook his head but smiled when he heard the snake hiss one last time,

"Welcome, Harry."

Harry had to gasp at the sight of Snape's quarters, they were not at all what he expected. He had thought that everything would be in green and silver but the main color seemed to be a rich red wine with some black here and there. His eyes widened as he looked around, the room was simple but beautiful, deep red wood desks and tables had stack of graded papers on them. There was a bookcase along the back wall filled to the brim with books about potions and (not surprisingly) defense against the dark arts.

Snape looked at Harry and found him staring around the room in awe, "You were expecting chains and torches?" He sneered.

Harry just glared at him and decided to change the subject, "So... where do I sleep?"

Snape turned around, "This way," he said as he trudged down a thick black rug that lead through the hall. He stopped in front of a door made of thick dark wood, "Alright, Potter, the bathroom is straight down the hall to the right. My room is on the left. Only knock on my door if it's an emergency -and it won't be- so don't knock. Got that?"

"Yes sir," Harry was surprised that Snape wasn't going to make him use the public restroom in the dungeons and actually welcoming him into his house. It was sweet in a scary, freaky sort of way.

"And I know how you have a knack for getting yourself into trouble, just don't break anything, OK?" Snape said exasperatedly.

Harry let out a bark of laughter at the drama in Snape's voice and immediately clapped a hand over his mouth, apologizing weakly. Snape merely raised a thin eyebrow and his lips curled into a smirk, "Something funny Potter?"

Harry was trying with all his might not to laugh and he still had his hand clasped over his mouth. He shook his head slowly.

"Something must be funny, you were laughing," Snape looked pissed. Harry was scared... For his life. Maybe he should flee?

Harry mumbled something something into his hand.

"Excuse me, Mr. Potter?"

"I just cracked up is all," Harry had lowered his hand but was biting the inside of his cheek, he didn't know why he found this situation amusing. He guessed that it was Snape's blunt sarcasm that usually made him laugh, but the man was funny all around. He seemed to crack jokes without even realizing it.

"Good. I'll be in my study if you need me –and you won't. So don't disturb me." And with that the man left down the hall, robes billowing behind him, leaving a young boy in the hall in fits of laughter.