Hey here is my next chapter ya'll, hope you like.

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When Snape finally gathered his thoughts together and noticed he was being left behind, he started after Harry in a quick pace. When he reached Harry he sneered and stated what he had always thought, even thou it was now, if potter was telling the truth, wrong.

" I would have thought that the famous potter would be worshiped?"

Harry found this amusing and laughed blandly." There's a joke! But why should I tell you about it hum? To you I'm just the son of a bitch of James Potter! There are things that I would like to keep between the Devil and me, but since your come so close…"

Snape noted that Harry had defiantly changed over the summer. He was no more the easy target, but had turned hard as stone and was doing a good job to let everyone know he didn't even give the back end of a knessel, what happened to him by speaking up, and being stubborn as a three legged, one eyed, mule!

"No, Harry Potter, The- Boy- Who- Lived, is The- Boy- Who- Lived- To- Become- House- Elf at the Dursleys! But I guess that could be based on opinion on whether it's worshiped or not…" Harry saw Snape clench and unclench his fist. " Do you consider living in the cupboard under the stairs as a bed room for the first 11 years of your life , while your cousin has two of his own, one he dose not even use, worshiped? Or, being told to stay in your room and not make a sound because your Uncle dose not want the business man coming over to know you live there? Doing vigorous chores that most people have to hire special help for, and if you don't do it correct you are not allowed to eat? Or getting so mad when your So-Called- Aunt comes over insulting your dead parent that you didn't even know, like you, and you accidentally, blow her up trying to keep your mouth shut so not to make her mad because you have a deal with your Uncle that if nothing happens that upsets her he will sine your Hogsmen form, and it just so happens her favorite thing is insulting you, sounds like someone else, dose it not?" Harry could have sworn he saw Snape wince in the thick darkness only lit by street lamps." Or, Saving your pig- headed- demon- cousin's ass from a dementor? Then, going home a being blamed for the problem just because Dudley could not see the damn thing, tired, trying to convince them of it, and in trouble with the ministry, being threatened to be thrown out of the house when told by Professor Dumbledor to stay put…"

Snape could not take it any more. "ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALREADY I GET YOUR POINT!!! NOW PLEASE STUT THAT TRAP YOU CALL A MOUTH UP!!!"

Harry wondered how many people he had just woke up, must be some kind of record. Harry grinned at his potion master. " Glad you see my point."

"ERRRR… here," he said shortly shoving an old, smelly, woolly, maroon colored sock, toward Harry.

" What is that?" Harry questioned trying to hold his breath.

"It's our portkey we take form here that the headmaster gave me," Harry winced. He hated port keys." Don't ask why it's an old sock, all I know is for one reason or another the headmaster has an obsession with wool socks. Now take hold of it so I can get on with my life, Potter!" When Harry took hold of the nasty sock he felt the familiar tug and closed his eyes. When he opened them he was back at Grimwald place. Harry didn't know if it was a relief or heart ache he felt by coming back to Sirius' old home.

Harry was brought out of his thoughts when he felt Professor Snape passed him and walk toward the kitchen. When Harry himself walked in he was greeted by his friend and most of the Order. Harry smiled a sincere smile for the first time in months.

" OH!!! My Other Sons Finally Home!!!" Yelled Mrs. Weasley, engulfing Harry in the jaws of life she called arms. Thou Harry was slowly suffocating to death he was enjoying it.

" Elow, Rs. Easley, rice to ree you!"

" What was that dear," still holding him in her strong embrace.

"MUM, Harry's Human, must breath, Bloody Oxygen!" Poked Ron.

" What? OH!" Letting him out for a breath of air. " Sorry dear, I want a better look of you anyhow. Tut tut, much too thin,"

Harry and Ron tried to suppress there laughter. The first thing Mrs. Weasley ever did when someone came around was feed them, hungry or not. Harry remembered the time he was at the Weasleys and had stuffed down a huge breakfast. Then a few hours later Mrs. Weasley asked if he was hungry and he said no. " Oh dear you must be!"

" No, really Mrs. Weasley I'm Fine."

" Come now what can I get you?"

"No, really I…"

" A thing of soup, Sandwich maybe?"

Harry finally had given in with" That would be nice Mrs. Weasley."

"Good!"

Harry snapped back into reality. " But my your much taller, your almost caught up with Ronald."

The next person who tried to murder Harry by suffocation was not because of the strong hold but all the bushy brown hair that in the way of his mouth, which belonged to Hermione.

"Hi Harry!"

" Hi Hermione!"

Harry felt a strong hand on his shoulder and turned to see Professor Lupin. " Hello Harry," Said the Professor hugging Harry.

" Hey, professor."

" Making it?"

" Barely, but yah," They whispered so no one would hear.

" As expected."

" You didn't run into any problems on the way did you Mr. Potter?" Questioned the gruff voiced, possibly over protective, Mr. Moody. Harry could not help but grin at the man but did suppress the laugh, the man is always worrying, but I guess with good reason.

" No, Sir."

"Good!" He said nodding back.

" What's Happening Harry?" Said the young Pink haired Tonks.

" Nothing till now!" Harry saw Snape Shake his head.

" Are we going to have a meeting any time today people?" Snape questioned irritably.

" Keep your paints on Sev, were having dinner first!" said Tonks.

" It's Snape. In that case I'll be leaving and shall come back later."

" I should say that makes no since Professor," came Professor McGonagall's voice coming into the room followed by Professor Dumbledors.

" Yes, do stay Professor Snape." Dumbledor stated more that asked. Harry did not feel the hatred that he seamed to feel every time he was around Professor Dumbledor like last year. Now he was merely reminded of the night Sirius died, when he had proceeded to try to break everything in his office, and told of the prophecy. He only felted hurt, gilt, confusion, and a small amount of bedrail. But it did not stop him from admiring the tall, antique man.

" Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Help Harry take his thing to Ron's and his room, while I set the table," said Mrs. Weasley.

"Alright," Said Ron, Helping Harry with his Truck. Once they where In the room Ron started talking about all the things that had been happening with the order. Harry was not very interested since it amounted to nothing." I wish we could be in the order, don' you Harry?"

Harry nodded with a small sad grin." It would have helped with last year, but hey wish in one hand and crap in the other and see which gets full first, mate!" Ginny wrinkled her nose, Hermione looked repulsed and muttered something like 'disgusting idiots,' and Ron just laughed.

They were then left in an odd silence that seemed to overcome the room, until Hermione asked the stupid question. " So… how, have you been Harry?"

Harry put on another disheartened grin. " Dumb question Hermione."

" oh." She said weakly. "Guess it is."

"Oh come on mate it's not like its your fault or anything!" Stated Ron. "ow!" he whispered when Ginny and Hermione both attempted to break his shins. Harry chose to ignore what he had just said and started toward the stairs to go to dinner.