So the story begins on a street called Privet Drive, a
suburban street so normal it was almost strange. The
normal nosy housewife, the neighbor's that could jump
on site of anything that seemed peculiar, the teenage
boys that would bully the younger kids, and the
household pets like cats that would wander around the
street. However if you looked past the image and all
the people in plain sight of the outside world, you
would find that there were three things that could be
considered strange. One was a batty old lady that
lived alone except for her cats, and could be seen
putting her head into her fire and talking in the dead
of night. For another, there is a boy that could be
screaming and sobbing in the middle of the night and
just being and all together strange 15 year old by day
that's the main character of this story. The other is
completely irrelevant but there was also a man at the
end of the street that went to the opposite end of
town every Saturday night, without his family's
knowledge, to go to a cross-dressing bar. Well anyway
back to the main character of the story, the 15, soon
to be 16 year old boy. His name was Harry Potter.
By a weird coincidence, there was another Harry
Potter that lived on a Privet Drive in Bangkok,
Thailand. This Harry Potter was female and was a very
popular, happy middle-aged woman. Sadly on the day
this story starts she was hit by a car on Privet Drive
by a speeding teenager, who had a fetish for deer and
thought Miss Potter was a deer because of how she was
hunched over. The teenager hit her and kept going. It
was rather pathetic how the Harry Potter in our story
wouldn't have minded being her this moment.
Harry Potter, the 15 year old boy, was extremely
miserable but not for the normal reasons a teenager
might be miserable for at his age in the first week of
their summer break. Like, not having a girlfriend,
being stuck in his room for most of the summer, or
having no chance of his legal guardians buying him a
car. Though Harry did have those problems he was
miserable for others. For one there was the fact that
the majority of the world had just gotten the idea of
him being a pathetic-show-off and a liar off of their
heads. For another, his godfather as well as the
closest thing he had to a parental figure had just
died in an accident that Harry felt responsible for.
Also, Harry had just found out the fate of the world
depended on him because of a stupid prophecy, that
Dumbledore had just decided to tell him about. The
prophecy stated that he had to become a murderer or be
murdered and if he was murdered the world would be
ruled by Voldemort, an evil dictator of a wizard.
Harry tried to keep his mind off things but found that
he couldn't for more than a few minutes. When his
friends wrote him, which was very often, their letters
seemed so normal but yet not normal at the same time.
They talked about normal things for them to think
about like how worried they were about the results of
their Ordinary Wizarding Level tests, how they hoped
that Harry could leave his aunt and uncle's house
soon, and the rumors they'd heard about people.
However, their letters were also touched by the horrors
going on in the magical world. Hermione always asked
if Harry was okay and occasionally tried to talk about
Sirius's death when she wrote. Ron's letters sounded
fake, like he was trying to keep up a positive outlook
but it wasn't working. Other people, like Remus Lupin,
his parents' old friend as well as a member of the
Order of the Phoenix, Hagrid, Harry's first contact
with the magic world and a slight parental figure, and
even Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of his school,
had started to write to check up on him. Harry wrote
everyone back, but he didn't write much or say
anything about how miserable he felt.
This day started out even more miserable than most of the
days so far in Harry's summer. When he woke up
and reached for his glasses they knocked on the floor
and landed under his bed, where he hit his head as he
picked them up. Then when he left his room and
sanctuary to go down to breakfast he tripped over
nothing right as his cousin, Dudley, came out of his
room to go to breakfast. Dudley decided to
push Harry back down, purposely yet trying to make it look like it was
a
complete accident, making
him hit his head hard on the floor- before running
downstairs so that Harry had no chance of sudden
revenge. Harry sighed inwardly thinking "If only
Dumbledore could see his golden boy hero now. Maybe
he'd be nice and kill me himself." Harry started his
slow procession down the stairs to see the Dursley's
eyes all fixed completely on their television set. He
sat down, not particularly caring that they didn't
appear to notice him, buttered a piece of bread and
turned his gaze to the television set. It was a news
channel accusing the Prime Minister of meeting several
times with a drug lord. They then showed pictures of
the prime minister with the drug lord, who Harry
noticed was the current Minister of Magic. On the
security cameras it showed Fudge putting a weird
looking powder into both of their cups of tea. The
muggles obviously thought the normal wizarding
sweetener was some kind of illegal drug. Harry almost
laughed out loud and let out a small smile, his first
since the summer break had started.
The rest of Harry's day went as badly as it started.
Harry tried doing some of his summer work and was
almost done when he realized he misread the
assignment. He was supposed to have explained why you
would consider making a Polyjuice Potion not how to
make it. Then at lunch he spilled his juice on the
carpet, which made Aunt Petunia absolutely furious.
She went on a rant about how if Harry wasn't going to
help clean, he shouldn't contribute to the work she
had to do. Harry didn't think to cut her off soon so
he ended up vacuuming the whole house. But the worse
thing came at dinner…
Harry made it to the dinner table just in time to be
served a little pile of spaghetti and an even smaller
breadstick. Both of which looked very tasty, even in
small portions. However, Harry couldn't enjoy it at
all with the guilt that was already rolling around his
stomach. While all of the Dursley's managed to scrap
there plates clean and even have seconds (and fifths
in Dudley's case) Harry couldn't even find the
appetite to eat half of his meal. "What's wrong with
you boy?" said Uncle Vernon, starting to get angry.
"You need to eat up. We don't want those freaks
anywhere near our doorstep just because you say we are
mistreating you." Harry chose not to reply, but before
Uncle Vernon could start a furious response to his
silence there was a loud knock on this door, that
grabbed everyone's attention. "Who could that be at
this hour?" said Aunt Petunia as she started heading
to the door. "For goodness sake it's almost time for
us to go to bed." Aunt Petunia opened the door and
drew back slightly. "Who are you? And why are you
calling on us at this hour?" Aunt Petunia said
sounding annoyed. "I am Severus Snape, not that that
means anything to you and I, regrettably, am here to
pick up Potter," said a voice Harry knew all too well.
Professor Severus Snape had been Harry's least
favorite teacher ever since he had first started going
to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The
only time he had a teacher who he hated more was with
Professor Umbridge and that was a very close race.
"Come in then." Harry heard his Aunt Petunia say as he
tried to think of somewhere to hide. He decided under
the table was the only place he could go without
anyone noticing him getting up. He knew it was stupid
but thought "Why shouldn't I hide?" Harry then heard
his uncle speak, "Why must you disturb our peaceful
street. We have not been mistreating the boy." "Pity,"
Snape replied. "Potter usually deserves it. I have no
more time for chit chat. Where is the boy?" Harry
made a mental note to carry his invisibility cloak
around more often as he heard Snape walk to right in
front of where he was hiding. "Potter I know you like
to be as low as possible, but must you do it
literally. Get up and out of there." Harry obeyed, as
slowly as he possibly could. After he had emerged
Harry said "What do you want with me, sir?" trying to
make it sound demeaning. "Don't you get an attitude
with me Potter," Snape replied coolly. "I don't want
anything to do with you actually, but Dumbledore gave
me my orders." Harry was shocked, but quickly
recovered saying "Why did he send you?" "Here isn't
the place to answer that question." Snape replied
serenely. "Go, pack. We're leaving in five minutes,
with or without your things." "But…" Harry tried to
argue before Snape interrupted him, "You're cutting
into your packing time." Harry sighed and rushed up
the stairs.
At least, Harry thought, the fact that he had to rush
while packing made him not think about where Snape
might be taking him as much. Probably Grimmauld Place,
headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix as well as
the house of his late godfather or Voldemort's lair.
Voldemort's lair might even be preferable because of
the fits everyone would have if they saw him. Harry
knew he had lost a lot of weight already and looked
sickly. He also knew from the mirror that a blind man
could easily see that he was incredibly depressed. Ms.
Weasley would probably chain him to a chair in front
of a table and force him to eat while complaining
about his aunt and uncle. Ron would probably become
even more awkward around him. He hadn't actually been
around Ron but his letters sounded distant and very
fake. Ron talked about stupid things like O.W.L.
results and quidditch teams even though Harry knew Ron
was affected strongly by the current war. Harry also
knew that Ron was most likely still in some sort of
pain from Harry's reckless decision to go to the
Department of Mysteries. Ron was put under some sort
of confuddlement charm that made him summon a brain out of a huge
aquarium
and it attacked him. While it was a good distraction, no one knew if it
had
any long-term affects on Ron, which was scary.
Thinking of that night also made him
think of Hermione. Hermione was seriously injured that
night, for a second Harry had thought she was dead.
Hermione did act like the events of last year had
happened though, but she acted like they had not
affected her. She constantly asked about Harry's
well being.
Snape interrupted Harry's thoughts by screaming up
the stairs "One minute Potter." Harry shoved the last
of his books and a loose sock into his trunk before
going slowly down the stairs. Snape looked at him with
his usual look of utmost loathing that he always
seemed to save just for him. The Dursley's were all
sitting back at the dinner table looking very afraid.
They had dessert on their plates but none of them were
eating it. This was very unusual as Dudley couldn't
usually keep his hands off any type of food that found
it's way in front of his very huge mouth and this
wasn't just any food. This was one of Dudley's
favorite desserts, chocolate cake with fudge and ice
cream surrounding it, in celebration of Dudley having
been on his diet for two years and losing a whole ten
pounds. Harry thought that this defeated the purpose
of the diet, but the Dursley's obviously didn't think
like that. Snape looked at the Dursley's with one
final look of disgust before telling Harry to "Come on
Potter, the portkey's over here." Harry walked over as
Snape pulled out what appeared to be an old bottle of
some kind. "Okay hope you know how to use it because
there is no chance of me explaining it
3.………2………..1.……..," Snape said with a leering tone
before Harry felt a funny but now familiar feeling
around his navel. Harry's arm started to throb. He had
fallen on it when they made the trip. He quickly got
up and righted his stuff, righting Hedwig's cage and
closing his trunk, before looking at his surroundings.
The room Harry was in was very different from what he
was used to. It had all the normal things a room
should have. It had a bed, a dresser, a desk, a
mirror, a couple of lamps, a window, and a closet.
However there were things in the room one did not
often see. The window was completely covered with
drapes, not just particularly covered like you'd
expect. The mirror was complaining about how no one
ever respected it's private space. There were
nick-knacks all over the room, a seekerscope here and
an optical lenses there. But, the real thing that made
the room unusual was that it kept changing. The bed
was never in the same place, the color size and shape
of everything was constantly changing. "Potter I know
you must kind this room very fascinating," Snape said
sardonically. "However I do not have all the time in
the world here and I was instructed by Dumbledore to
answer any questions you have that don't reach into
personal territory. I would prefer if you didn't ask
too many, your werewolf friend will be here tomorrow ,
and I'm sure he'll tell you anything you want to
know." Harry decided to ask the most obvious question
first, "Where are we?" "A room that Dumbledore has
prepared for you in his summer home, hidden for the
rest of the wizard world. You see, spies for the Order
within the ministry found out Fudge's plan to put you
through some kind of secret training in the summer
that will be leaked out into our world to make him
look good. Dumbledore thought he would hide you for a
few days so that you could have a chance to see all of
your friends again, " Snape said, obviously wanting
question time to be over. "Why did he send you of all
people?" Harry said voicing the question most readers
have probably been wondering. "Your house has been
being monitored very closely by many different
organizations," Snape started to explain. "The
Ministry of Magic has two Aurors stationed there at
all times. There is also always at least one Death
Eater there, waiting for you to mess up and go out of
the limits of your protection. Then, of course,
there's the Order. We arranged it where I replaced the
Death Eater guard so the Dark Lord would have no idea
that you changed locations. When the Dark Lord finds
out he will be furious of course but unable to do
anything or find you. The Ministry will know that I
came in to visit you, but as I pretended to leave the
house they will think I just talked to you about
something. Any more questions?" "Yes," Harry said
"What's Voldemort been doing. I ordered the Daily
Prophet ,but it hasn't been coming" "Well the
Ministry, being the idiots they are, decided to stop
any mail that might distress you. You might have
noticed that Miss Granger's mail hasn't been very
frequent? " Snape said. "The Ministry stopped some of
her upsetting mail from reaching you. I'll give you an
overview, you should probably wait for your friends to
tell you the details. The Dark Lord has been attacking
random muggle houses, and people he finds close to
you. Once Dumbledore found out, he put some protection
on who he thought was likely to be attacked but he
didn't think ,well, outside the box enough" "What's
that supposed to mean?" Harry said, starting to get
angry. "You're friends will tell you tomorrow I'm
sure." Snape said obviously not wanting to discuss
that subject anymore. "Tell me! Didn't your orders
tell you to answer all my questions?" Harry said,
really curious and even more furious. "Not when they
got personal," Snape said about to match Harry's angry
tone. "Any more questions that are not personal
Potter? Because believe it or not it is not my dream
to stay here and talk to you all night." "Fine then,"
Harry spat, trying to keep his voice down to a dull
roar. "One last question, what is it that the ministry
wants me to do?" "I'm not entirely sure. Dumbledore
doesn't even know the precise details, and I only know
what I've already told you, Potter." Snape said.
"Alright then, are you going to go away?" "Sadly no, I
have to stay here and make sure you don't kill
yourself," Snape said, with a sneer on his face.
"Why?" Harry asked. "Is that something I'm supposed to
be likely to do." "Says the boy who hasn't left his
house his entire summer, and near the end of school
destroyed his headmaster's office." Harry felt heat
rise to his face and said, "You know about that?" "Of
course," Snape answered mockingly. "Everyone does."
"Whatever." Harry said as he sighed and started
getting ready for bed.
suburban street so normal it was almost strange. The
normal nosy housewife, the neighbor's that could jump
on site of anything that seemed peculiar, the teenage
boys that would bully the younger kids, and the
household pets like cats that would wander around the
street. However if you looked past the image and all
the people in plain sight of the outside world, you
would find that there were three things that could be
considered strange. One was a batty old lady that
lived alone except for her cats, and could be seen
putting her head into her fire and talking in the dead
of night. For another, there is a boy that could be
screaming and sobbing in the middle of the night and
just being and all together strange 15 year old by day
that's the main character of this story. The other is
completely irrelevant but there was also a man at the
end of the street that went to the opposite end of
town every Saturday night, without his family's
knowledge, to go to a cross-dressing bar. Well anyway
back to the main character of the story, the 15, soon
to be 16 year old boy. His name was Harry Potter.
By a weird coincidence, there was another Harry
Potter that lived on a Privet Drive in Bangkok,
Thailand. This Harry Potter was female and was a very
popular, happy middle-aged woman. Sadly on the day
this story starts she was hit by a car on Privet Drive
by a speeding teenager, who had a fetish for deer and
thought Miss Potter was a deer because of how she was
hunched over. The teenager hit her and kept going. It
was rather pathetic how the Harry Potter in our story
wouldn't have minded being her this moment.
Harry Potter, the 15 year old boy, was extremely
miserable but not for the normal reasons a teenager
might be miserable for at his age in the first week of
their summer break. Like, not having a girlfriend,
being stuck in his room for most of the summer, or
having no chance of his legal guardians buying him a
car. Though Harry did have those problems he was
miserable for others. For one there was the fact that
the majority of the world had just gotten the idea of
him being a pathetic-show-off and a liar off of their
heads. For another, his godfather as well as the
closest thing he had to a parental figure had just
died in an accident that Harry felt responsible for.
Also, Harry had just found out the fate of the world
depended on him because of a stupid prophecy, that
Dumbledore had just decided to tell him about. The
prophecy stated that he had to become a murderer or be
murdered and if he was murdered the world would be
ruled by Voldemort, an evil dictator of a wizard.
Harry tried to keep his mind off things but found that
he couldn't for more than a few minutes. When his
friends wrote him, which was very often, their letters
seemed so normal but yet not normal at the same time.
They talked about normal things for them to think
about like how worried they were about the results of
their Ordinary Wizarding Level tests, how they hoped
that Harry could leave his aunt and uncle's house
soon, and the rumors they'd heard about people.
However, their letters were also touched by the horrors
going on in the magical world. Hermione always asked
if Harry was okay and occasionally tried to talk about
Sirius's death when she wrote. Ron's letters sounded
fake, like he was trying to keep up a positive outlook
but it wasn't working. Other people, like Remus Lupin,
his parents' old friend as well as a member of the
Order of the Phoenix, Hagrid, Harry's first contact
with the magic world and a slight parental figure, and
even Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of his school,
had started to write to check up on him. Harry wrote
everyone back, but he didn't write much or say
anything about how miserable he felt.
This day started out even more miserable than most of the
days so far in Harry's summer. When he woke up
and reached for his glasses they knocked on the floor
and landed under his bed, where he hit his head as he
picked them up. Then when he left his room and
sanctuary to go down to breakfast he tripped over
nothing right as his cousin, Dudley, came out of his
room to go to breakfast. Dudley decided to
push Harry back down, purposely yet trying to make it look like it was
a
complete accident, making
him hit his head hard on the floor- before running
downstairs so that Harry had no chance of sudden
revenge. Harry sighed inwardly thinking "If only
Dumbledore could see his golden boy hero now. Maybe
he'd be nice and kill me himself." Harry started his
slow procession down the stairs to see the Dursley's
eyes all fixed completely on their television set. He
sat down, not particularly caring that they didn't
appear to notice him, buttered a piece of bread and
turned his gaze to the television set. It was a news
channel accusing the Prime Minister of meeting several
times with a drug lord. They then showed pictures of
the prime minister with the drug lord, who Harry
noticed was the current Minister of Magic. On the
security cameras it showed Fudge putting a weird
looking powder into both of their cups of tea. The
muggles obviously thought the normal wizarding
sweetener was some kind of illegal drug. Harry almost
laughed out loud and let out a small smile, his first
since the summer break had started.
The rest of Harry's day went as badly as it started.
Harry tried doing some of his summer work and was
almost done when he realized he misread the
assignment. He was supposed to have explained why you
would consider making a Polyjuice Potion not how to
make it. Then at lunch he spilled his juice on the
carpet, which made Aunt Petunia absolutely furious.
She went on a rant about how if Harry wasn't going to
help clean, he shouldn't contribute to the work she
had to do. Harry didn't think to cut her off soon so
he ended up vacuuming the whole house. But the worse
thing came at dinner…
Harry made it to the dinner table just in time to be
served a little pile of spaghetti and an even smaller
breadstick. Both of which looked very tasty, even in
small portions. However, Harry couldn't enjoy it at
all with the guilt that was already rolling around his
stomach. While all of the Dursley's managed to scrap
there plates clean and even have seconds (and fifths
in Dudley's case) Harry couldn't even find the
appetite to eat half of his meal. "What's wrong with
you boy?" said Uncle Vernon, starting to get angry.
"You need to eat up. We don't want those freaks
anywhere near our doorstep just because you say we are
mistreating you." Harry chose not to reply, but before
Uncle Vernon could start a furious response to his
silence there was a loud knock on this door, that
grabbed everyone's attention. "Who could that be at
this hour?" said Aunt Petunia as she started heading
to the door. "For goodness sake it's almost time for
us to go to bed." Aunt Petunia opened the door and
drew back slightly. "Who are you? And why are you
calling on us at this hour?" Aunt Petunia said
sounding annoyed. "I am Severus Snape, not that that
means anything to you and I, regrettably, am here to
pick up Potter," said a voice Harry knew all too well.
Professor Severus Snape had been Harry's least
favorite teacher ever since he had first started going
to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The
only time he had a teacher who he hated more was with
Professor Umbridge and that was a very close race.
"Come in then." Harry heard his Aunt Petunia say as he
tried to think of somewhere to hide. He decided under
the table was the only place he could go without
anyone noticing him getting up. He knew it was stupid
but thought "Why shouldn't I hide?" Harry then heard
his uncle speak, "Why must you disturb our peaceful
street. We have not been mistreating the boy." "Pity,"
Snape replied. "Potter usually deserves it. I have no
more time for chit chat. Where is the boy?" Harry
made a mental note to carry his invisibility cloak
around more often as he heard Snape walk to right in
front of where he was hiding. "Potter I know you like
to be as low as possible, but must you do it
literally. Get up and out of there." Harry obeyed, as
slowly as he possibly could. After he had emerged
Harry said "What do you want with me, sir?" trying to
make it sound demeaning. "Don't you get an attitude
with me Potter," Snape replied coolly. "I don't want
anything to do with you actually, but Dumbledore gave
me my orders." Harry was shocked, but quickly
recovered saying "Why did he send you?" "Here isn't
the place to answer that question." Snape replied
serenely. "Go, pack. We're leaving in five minutes,
with or without your things." "But…" Harry tried to
argue before Snape interrupted him, "You're cutting
into your packing time." Harry sighed and rushed up
the stairs.
At least, Harry thought, the fact that he had to rush
while packing made him not think about where Snape
might be taking him as much. Probably Grimmauld Place,
headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix as well as
the house of his late godfather or Voldemort's lair.
Voldemort's lair might even be preferable because of
the fits everyone would have if they saw him. Harry
knew he had lost a lot of weight already and looked
sickly. He also knew from the mirror that a blind man
could easily see that he was incredibly depressed. Ms.
Weasley would probably chain him to a chair in front
of a table and force him to eat while complaining
about his aunt and uncle. Ron would probably become
even more awkward around him. He hadn't actually been
around Ron but his letters sounded distant and very
fake. Ron talked about stupid things like O.W.L.
results and quidditch teams even though Harry knew Ron
was affected strongly by the current war. Harry also
knew that Ron was most likely still in some sort of
pain from Harry's reckless decision to go to the
Department of Mysteries. Ron was put under some sort
of confuddlement charm that made him summon a brain out of a huge
aquarium
and it attacked him. While it was a good distraction, no one knew if it
had
any long-term affects on Ron, which was scary.
Thinking of that night also made him
think of Hermione. Hermione was seriously injured that
night, for a second Harry had thought she was dead.
Hermione did act like the events of last year had
happened though, but she acted like they had not
affected her. She constantly asked about Harry's
well being.
Snape interrupted Harry's thoughts by screaming up
the stairs "One minute Potter." Harry shoved the last
of his books and a loose sock into his trunk before
going slowly down the stairs. Snape looked at him with
his usual look of utmost loathing that he always
seemed to save just for him. The Dursley's were all
sitting back at the dinner table looking very afraid.
They had dessert on their plates but none of them were
eating it. This was very unusual as Dudley couldn't
usually keep his hands off any type of food that found
it's way in front of his very huge mouth and this
wasn't just any food. This was one of Dudley's
favorite desserts, chocolate cake with fudge and ice
cream surrounding it, in celebration of Dudley having
been on his diet for two years and losing a whole ten
pounds. Harry thought that this defeated the purpose
of the diet, but the Dursley's obviously didn't think
like that. Snape looked at the Dursley's with one
final look of disgust before telling Harry to "Come on
Potter, the portkey's over here." Harry walked over as
Snape pulled out what appeared to be an old bottle of
some kind. "Okay hope you know how to use it because
there is no chance of me explaining it
3.………2………..1.……..," Snape said with a leering tone
before Harry felt a funny but now familiar feeling
around his navel. Harry's arm started to throb. He had
fallen on it when they made the trip. He quickly got
up and righted his stuff, righting Hedwig's cage and
closing his trunk, before looking at his surroundings.
The room Harry was in was very different from what he
was used to. It had all the normal things a room
should have. It had a bed, a dresser, a desk, a
mirror, a couple of lamps, a window, and a closet.
However there were things in the room one did not
often see. The window was completely covered with
drapes, not just particularly covered like you'd
expect. The mirror was complaining about how no one
ever respected it's private space. There were
nick-knacks all over the room, a seekerscope here and
an optical lenses there. But, the real thing that made
the room unusual was that it kept changing. The bed
was never in the same place, the color size and shape
of everything was constantly changing. "Potter I know
you must kind this room very fascinating," Snape said
sardonically. "However I do not have all the time in
the world here and I was instructed by Dumbledore to
answer any questions you have that don't reach into
personal territory. I would prefer if you didn't ask
too many, your werewolf friend will be here tomorrow ,
and I'm sure he'll tell you anything you want to
know." Harry decided to ask the most obvious question
first, "Where are we?" "A room that Dumbledore has
prepared for you in his summer home, hidden for the
rest of the wizard world. You see, spies for the Order
within the ministry found out Fudge's plan to put you
through some kind of secret training in the summer
that will be leaked out into our world to make him
look good. Dumbledore thought he would hide you for a
few days so that you could have a chance to see all of
your friends again, " Snape said, obviously wanting
question time to be over. "Why did he send you of all
people?" Harry said voicing the question most readers
have probably been wondering. "Your house has been
being monitored very closely by many different
organizations," Snape started to explain. "The
Ministry of Magic has two Aurors stationed there at
all times. There is also always at least one Death
Eater there, waiting for you to mess up and go out of
the limits of your protection. Then, of course,
there's the Order. We arranged it where I replaced the
Death Eater guard so the Dark Lord would have no idea
that you changed locations. When the Dark Lord finds
out he will be furious of course but unable to do
anything or find you. The Ministry will know that I
came in to visit you, but as I pretended to leave the
house they will think I just talked to you about
something. Any more questions?" "Yes," Harry said
"What's Voldemort been doing. I ordered the Daily
Prophet ,but it hasn't been coming" "Well the
Ministry, being the idiots they are, decided to stop
any mail that might distress you. You might have
noticed that Miss Granger's mail hasn't been very
frequent? " Snape said. "The Ministry stopped some of
her upsetting mail from reaching you. I'll give you an
overview, you should probably wait for your friends to
tell you the details. The Dark Lord has been attacking
random muggle houses, and people he finds close to
you. Once Dumbledore found out, he put some protection
on who he thought was likely to be attacked but he
didn't think ,well, outside the box enough" "What's
that supposed to mean?" Harry said, starting to get
angry. "You're friends will tell you tomorrow I'm
sure." Snape said obviously not wanting to discuss
that subject anymore. "Tell me! Didn't your orders
tell you to answer all my questions?" Harry said,
really curious and even more furious. "Not when they
got personal," Snape said about to match Harry's angry
tone. "Any more questions that are not personal
Potter? Because believe it or not it is not my dream
to stay here and talk to you all night." "Fine then,"
Harry spat, trying to keep his voice down to a dull
roar. "One last question, what is it that the ministry
wants me to do?" "I'm not entirely sure. Dumbledore
doesn't even know the precise details, and I only know
what I've already told you, Potter." Snape said.
"Alright then, are you going to go away?" "Sadly no, I
have to stay here and make sure you don't kill
yourself," Snape said, with a sneer on his face.
"Why?" Harry asked. "Is that something I'm supposed to
be likely to do." "Says the boy who hasn't left his
house his entire summer, and near the end of school
destroyed his headmaster's office." Harry felt heat
rise to his face and said, "You know about that?" "Of
course," Snape answered mockingly. "Everyone does."
"Whatever." Harry said as he sighed and started
getting ready for bed.