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Hey everyone it's me again. I know, I know, please hold the Applause, please you flatter me people!!! Ha ha ha, jus' kidding ya'll, don't get touchy about it! Any way I hope you've enjoyed the story so far, I know the first chapter was kind of boring till the end, but like I said it only gets better as it goes, I promises. Well here is the second chapter. Review, review, review people, thanks!!! XOXOX

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A very annoyed potion master apparated in the middle of Mrs. Figg's living room. Mrs. Figg, being a squib ( a person from a magic family with no powers of their own), was shocked out of her seat, knocking a few cats out of her lap onto the floor.

" Professor Snape!?" With a look of bedlam on her face.

" Hello, Mrs. Figg." Snape answered with his all- to - famous- sneer. Just because it seamed right he added, " sorry to interrupt but… ," it did not appear that he had interrupted anything. " I'm here on business for the headmaster." The women's face then turned into worry.

" Oh! Nothings wrong is it? Is Harry in danger or You- Know-Who…," she stopped when Snape raised his hand to stop her endless jabbering.

" No," said Snape in a aspirated tone. " In fact I believe that Professor Dumbledor is over reacting to the situation at hand, but has asked me to obtain Potter and bring him to headquarters from those muggles the umm…,"

"Dursley's"

"Yes, that would be it. Now good day Mrs. Figg." He gave her a nod and started to proceed to the door, which was no easy task. It took about 5 minutes to get to the door as to not step or trip on one of the billions of cats present in the house, which only fed the flame of his annoyance that was running ramped through his mind. He let his mind wander on his way to number 4.

' Damn Potter kid, humph! Always making my life hell to deal with. He better not dolly around wasting time or fussing about not wanting to leave.' He sighed as he knocked on the door of number 4. A cow in a business suite, with no neck answered the door.

" May I help you?" he asked shortly. Snape snorted before speaking.

" Yes, I'm here to…,"

" We don't want any," the muggle then slammed the door in his face and he heard the lock click.

" Oi! Stupid, no good, worthless fat cow!" he muttered getting out his wand. "Alahomora"

When he opened the door the man turned around and spotting his wand turned a maroon almost purple color. He then whispered in a harsh voice, "You…! Your, your one of of those fre…"

Snape cut him off in annoyance to hurry the process up. " Wizards, yes. Now lets try this again," He said, sending the man a death glare. " I'm Potter's potion master at Hogwarts, and have been informed to take him with me to a safe place for the remainder of the summer. Where is he?" He received no answer from him or the fat child, or horse faced woman that had joined them. " I asked a question sir, Where is he?" Putting strong emphasis on the words ' is he.' When they exchanged worried glances to one another Snape knew something was wrong. He finally lost it and screamed, "WHERE THE HELL IS THE BOY!!!"

This being very shrewd, worked for the most part for the child ran up the stairs, and the mans face turned into the color of blank paper, started muttering. " We… we…,"

"OUT with it NOW!"

" We don' know were the boy is."

" WHAT!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE THE BOY IS'!!!???"

" He left." the man squeaked.

Snape snorted and vigorously rubbed his head as if it would make his head ache disappear and muttered to himself, "Potter, why do you proceed to make my life hell with your incompetence? I better contact that old bat at school!" He then turned back to the man. "where is your fire place?"

" Our what?"

"FIIIEERRR PLLACCCEEE," he hissed out slowly.

" What the BLOODY HEL…" The man stopped at the murderous look on the Professors face." Jus' in there," he said walking into the room to his left. Just as Snape dug out his flue prouder he was stopped by the sound of the front door opening then closing. Professor Snape watched Potter cross the doorway in fast motion. " BOY… come in here, Now," said his Uncle.

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'OOHHHH, Jesus, what now' Harry thought. ' Can't I just wallow in my misery in my room for the rest of the summer?' To say Harry was stunned to see his Potion master standing in the Dursley's living room, would be mitigating the reaction. He was stunned stiff for a few seconds, followed by an attempt to speak, that failed, before finally managing a question of "Professor Snape, sir?"

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Snape felt relieved, that he had not had to contact the headmaster and saved him and Potter both the migraine, at the sight of him, at first. Potter was a few inches taller than he was a few months back, and much, much thinner as well. He was socked from the rain that had began to fall again after a brief break a few hour's ago, and mud up his paints legs, thou it looked as thou it would not have mattered at the state of the jeans, or the rest of his clothes for that matter.

Snape saw the annoyance on his face when he walked in, then the shock of him standing in his living room. " Hello, Potter, where precisely were you?"

Harry's eyes grew wide in frustration, brought up his hands and then dropped them. " Does Everyone Keep That Close Of A Damn Watch On Me! I'M NOT A FREAKING DOG JUST SO YOU KNOW!!!"

Snape sneered. " I'm here to inform you that you are to come with me to headquarters for the remainder of the summer, Malfoy has gotten out of Azkaban." Harry, despite the fact that he had to leave with Professor Snape, and that Malfoy had escaped, wanted to whop and holler at the top of his lungs, until the notion was cut off by the previous question. " And, I asked you a question, where might have you been Mr. Potter?" If looks could kill, Mr. Dursley would have been dead in very short time, and work. Harry sent his uncle such a deadly sneer that Snape would have thought he had taught it to him himself!

"I don't know professor Snape, why don't you ask my Uncle while I pack?" Harry hissed and turned around and was up the stairs before anyone could say more. Snape just looked at the man for a while and waited in silence. ' finally,' thought the professor as he heard the footsteps bounding down the stairs. He was then annoyed when the boy was caring only a few school items with him in his arms along with his bird.

He then hissed, "Where are the rest of your possessions Mr. Potter?"

" There lock up in my truck in the cupboard under the stairs at the beginning of every summer, they need to unlock it."

'Lock it up?' Thought Snape. 'Why would they do that?' He merely shrugged it off. Severus Snape then turned to Mr. Dyrsley and with a wave of his hand toward the cupboard under the stairs. " If you will…," Snape waited for the reluctant looking man to answer then added, " or would you like me to open it in the same manner as I did your front Door?" With a groan the man walked over and grabbed a key from under a desk in the living room.

Harry watched carefully thinking he could get his stuff out of the cupboard next summer without having to pick the lock. But, it did not go unnoticed by his Uncle, who whispered as he passed Harry, "It will be hidden somewhere else next year boy!" Harry was getting very tiered of being called ' boy, freak, insolent, stupid, slow, so on and so on!'

Harry placed all his things in his trunk when he got it out, then looked to his professor, " ready, sir."

" finally! So glad you didn't keep me waiting, Potter!" growled Snape.

" My pleasure, Professor," sneered back Harry walking out the door.

Snape let it pass because he was a little surprised at how sarcastic, and sly he could be when he wanted to be. "Oh, do shut up Potter, Why aren't you in Slytherin?" He asked menacingly to raze the past comment. But, was surprised when he gave him a honest answered.

" Because, I had had the pleasure," with emphases on the word pleasure. " Of meeting Malfoy before the sorting hat and when it said I would do well in Slythrin I said I would not. So it put me in Gryffindor."

Snape just gaped mentally for a few minuets, leaving a heavy silence. He then heard Harry give a sigh of relief when they rounded the corner from the Dursleys. " What was that about?"

"What was what about, Sir."

Annoyed, Snape snapped out at Harry " Don't 'what' me boy!"

"Don't call me…BOY!!!" Darn that felt good thought Harry after finally letting some frustration go!

Snape stopped and gave him a long hard look. Harry deciding to just go ahead and piss him off completely hissed with a sappy sweet smile, "Sir," very drawn out!

"Errrrrr," Snape continued down the street mumbling about, " no good, heinous, quixotic, Gryffindor, potter!" Harry just smiled harder and more brightly the farther he went on about it. There was something rewarding in annoying Snape! Until Snape turned around and Sneered, " I should have just went ahead and asked Dumbledor to come interrogate you on where you had been, because it did not save me the head ache anyhow!"

"Oh poor you, your nights been so hard tonight, Professor Snape! You had to apparate to come get ignorant potter, who has the trick from his father of having things go in one ear and out the other, how touching!" Harry sighed sarcastically.

Snape just grinned, "And, what might be the spoiler of your evening, Potter?"

Harry laughed, " you wouldn't believe me if I told you, your highness of the horntails butt, SIR!"

"Try me, Potter!"

" Okay," Harry started slowly, and all the time getting louder and faster in his speech. "I spent the whole day doing useless chores on an empty stomach for two days." 'It would appear so," thought Snape." With lil' sleep because I stayed up late because it's the only time I can do my home work without having my Uncle tarring my, how does he put it, ' freakish, paging books,' to bits and pieces. I got blamed by my cousin of forcing him to destroy public property or I was going to hex him, when a police officer showed up this evening! And loose my wand, I don't think so! Then my aunt and uncle, actually believing him, start yelling at me, calling me by there stupid names like, BOY or FREAK! Then they start informing me that I will not step foot out of my room for the rest of the summer, and my Uncle came from a millisecond from punching my lights out! WHAT DO YOU FREEKING THINK SPOILED MY CUP OF TEA TODAY!!!" Harry, gasping for air from his outburst, now walked off leaving Snape in dead silence, and in shock.

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