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A/N: - Please don't tell me off for my bad spelling. If anything is out of whack in that area yell at my editor spike_lover30. It's her fault. (Sorry, sorry, S_L30)

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Previously on chapter 6

Harry quickly butted in "No thank-you. I can do it myself. And Ives," Harry saw Ives helpful look and sighed. "Could you just call me Harry?"

Ives nodded his head. "Yes Harry. And if there is nothing else, sir, I'll go organised your breakfast?"

Harry gave a small smile "Breakfast would be great."

Chapter 7 - Someone you didn't expect

Its been has been a week since the Snape's had made residents and the youngest had tried to avoided the eldest.

Harry spent all off his time on the surrounding estate, though it was a bit hard since it was winter. Whenever it rained, Harry didn't go into the house but the archer's house, watchtower, stable or gatehouse for cover.

It had just stopped raining and it was dinnertime. Harry made his way up the muddy road to the house. Upon entering the dinning room it was empty. 'Father' must still be making that potion. Harry sighed he was glad he didn't have to see him.

Harry's hatred for the man had returned but for all different reason. Yes, the man was helping him, but for his own selfish need for revenge.

Harry sat down at the head of the table as the food appeared in front of him. Picking up the fork, Harry started to eat.

"WHO ARE YOU, BOY!"

"Aaahhhhhhhhhhh!"

Harry dropped the fork and whirled into a standing position. In front of him was a silver transparent man floating in front of him.

The ghost sneered at the boy front of him. "Have manners changed so much since I died, young man? I asked you a question."

"I'm Harry, sir, Harry Potter sorry Harry Snape." Harry was shocked. He was told that there was a resident ghost but this was the first time he hade seen him.

The ghost arched an eyebrow "Is it Potter or Snape?"

"It was Potter. Its now Snape, sir."

The ghost laughed and sat down on Harry's right "Sit, young Snape and finish your dinner."

Harry complied and resumed his seat but didn't pick up his fork.

The ghost gave him a hard look "I've been watching you for a few days. You walk around more dead then I am. You barely eat and you always try to avoid your father. Now I don't know the reasons for this but as long as you live under this roof I plan to see you put some weight on"

Harry tilted his head to the side; studying the ghost "I'll eat if you tell me who you are."

The ghost laughed again "Well its good to know that you have spirit. I am Sir Fredrick Sargood."

Harry gave a small smile and picked up his fork to eat. Not another word was passed between them as Harry dinned. Harry laid down his fork once he had finished.

Sir Fredrick smiled "Now I think its time for you to get a good nights sleep." He held up a hand when Harry was going to protest, "You may not be tired now but you soon will be after spending a cold day outside. Lie in bed and read a book. And tomorrow we will talk more?"

Harry nodded his head and stood up "Good night, Sir Fredrick."

"Good night, my boy."

Harry read in bed for a half an hour before drifting off to sleep

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Harry awoke the next morning refreshed and calm. He went through his morning rotten with Ives then went down to breakfast. When he arrived his 'father' wasn't there like all of the mornings but at the head of the table sat Sir Fredrick reading the Wizards of Oz.

When Harry step through the door Sir Fredrick lifted his head. "Ah, good morning, Harry. Did you sleep well?" Though he already knew the answer

Harry nodded his head and took a seat to Sir Fredrick's right and started to eat breakfast. Once he had finished Sir Fredrick floated through the table to the door

"Are you coming?" He asked over his shoulder

Harry stood and followed the ghost out of the room and out of the house. They strolled in silence around the house till they got to the ferny.

"This was my pride when I was alive. It still is. Over 300 of species of ferns grace it. I find it a wonderful retreat."

They took a seat in the middle of the ferny just listening to the sound around them. Harry became lost in thought. Sir Fredrick turned to Harry and saw this as well as a mixture of emotion crossing his features. For five minutes all types of emotion crossed his face till it looked like Harry was going to brake down into tears. Sir Fredrick couldn't take it anymore.

"What troubles you so?" He asked the boy gently

Harry jerked back into reality and turned to the ghost. A tear caressing his check.

"Nothing" Harry mumbled, wiping the tear with his sleeve

Sir Fredrick shook his head "I watch you each day since you've been hear. You walk around lost in memory. Your father locks himself away in his study. Is it that? Is it because he doesn't spend much time with you?"

Harry shook his head "No"

"What then, child? What makes you walk around dead like me? What makes you hardly eat? What is it that you cry yourself to sleep most nights?"

Harry stood in anger "What's it any of your business, why I act like that? Its none of your business!"

Sir Fredrick had stood with Harry, now he looked like he was towering Harry. "Why isn't it any of my business? It's my business if you waste away into nothing. You can't keep going like this. Or you will die."

"I have no one left so why can't I die? Why I can't I rest?" Harry asked exasperated, sitting down suddenly felling tired.

Sir Fredrick sat down and placed his hand just above Harry's shoulder. "Why do you need to fill at rest, Harry?"

Harry lifted his tear stained face, looking into the silver depth and just broke down. Telling everything that's happened since he could first remember till what happened a couple of days ago.

*****

Over the next couple of days Harry and Sir Fredrick became closer, bring forth a friendship that one could say that it was like one would have with a father and son.

It had been two weeks since Harry last sore Mr. Vaughan so when Harry came down the next morning he was indeed surprised.

"Hello, Harry" Mr. Vaughan greeted Harry upon seeing him.

"Hello, Mr. Vaughan." Harry replied

"Is your father around?" He inquired

Harry shrugged "I don't know."

"I'm right here, Dameon."

Harry jumped and turned to see his 'father' standing behind him, wearing an amused smirk.

"Ah, Severus, just the person I wanted to see." Dameon smiled

Severus raised an eyebrow "Didn't just ask that?" Severus places a hand on Harry shoulder. Harry stiffened slightly at this but made no move to move away

Dameon laughed, "Yes, I did. I have found you a gate keeper"

Harry looked around Mr. Vaughan to see a man standing in the shadows. He couldn't see the man's feature but he was of medium height and looked to have golden brown hair and his clothes were slightly lose.

"Well," Severus asked, "Who is it,"

Dameon laughed and turned slightly so he was also facing the stranger.

"Severus, Harry. Let me introduce you to," the stranger step out of the shadows to reveal a familiar figure. "Remus Lupin."

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