A/N: I was flamed for my summary. To vague, they said. Well, what can I say about a Severitus challenge that hasn't been said already? Harry's changing, blah blah blah . My summary was only meant to be temporary until I thought of something to put there, however, to spite that flame, I have decided to leave it that way. It's my loss if people aren't interested in my story due to the summary, but it could be too, their loss. Now about this chapter. I am not entirely happy of the outcome of this chapter, but exhaustion is forcing me to post it anyhow. Thanks for the reviews guys. Much appreciated.

And I've got this friend, you see

Who makes me feel

and I wanted more than I could steal

I'll arrest myself

I'll wear a shield

I'll go out of my way to prove I still

I still smell her on you

Lounge Act- Nirvana

The Dark Potion's Master stormed into the class already in a mood, just as the bell rang. He had just had a class with first years, and now he had sixth years. Lucky for Severus, the students in this class knew how to brew something decent. Snape's eyes travelled on the class, checking the attendance. His eyes fell onto the reason for already loathing the class. Harry Potter.

Somehow, he had managed to get an 'O' on his Owl results for Potions. And the only way Severus could see that happening is if The-Boy-Who-Lived had cheated. No matter, he'd be able to get the truth out of the boy sooner or later. They still had Occumency lessons; he could easily take the information from the boy's mind.

Of course, this wasn't Snape's only reason for the mood. He had promised the damn werewolf to 'protect' Potter when the two of them went to Grimmauld Place.

Severus' opening speech to the class was, "I do not know exactly how all of you managed to enter my class. Potions at this level is difficult, and only the truly gifted students will be able to pass. If at any point you abuse that gift," He looked down at Harry Potter, who stared into his eyes not showing weakness, "You will be back into Arithmancy faster than you can say Firebolt." He continued on, leaving the boy with the threat, hearing his Godson snicker.

"Read the first two chapters of the text in front of you. You are expected to write a 3 foot report on the chapters, due first thing tomorrow. Anything longer I will not mark. Anything under 3 feet will not be marked. This is sixth year Potions, I expect you all can follow simple instructions."

Watching the students speed read was highly entertaining, and lightened Severus' mood slightly. Snape knew that Potter couldn't complete the essay with the "field trip", and if his grades started to slip, he would have no reason but to exile him from the class.

Harry was fuming when he left the class. "I cannot believe him! Homework the first day! He knows I am going to Grimmauld Place tonight! He probably assigned this damned thing to throw me out of his class the first week!"

Hermione said with reason, "I am sure he did not know, it's probably just a coincidence!"

Harry was ranting all the way to Transfiguration, where they met up with Ron, who sided with Harry completely. "Soulless bastard," Ron muttered under his breath and hissed to Hermione, "Of course he's doing this to get Harry out of his class, Hermione!" And this would start Harry's headache of the day.

Throughout all of his classes, Harry worked on his potions essay. He had done three drafts, and by the time it came for Harry to leave, Hermione took it, "I will check it to make sure its correct." She said happy to do it. Harry had wrote a total of two and a half feet, and with Hermione's corrections, he was sure he could write the full 3 feet in his final draft. With a little thought, Harry decided he'd finish the rest when he returned.

Feeling proud of his accomplishment, Harry went to his dorm room, to his trunk, and unfolded the silver material that was his invisibility cloak. He hadn't so much touched the soft material since last year. He had kept it lost in the bottom of his trunk for fear the cloak would be taken away, much like his map.

Harry took his invisibility cloak, not knowing how late it'd be when he returned, and headed towards Lupin's office. He was already twenty minutes late from their agreed time, but he doubted Remus would care too terribly much. Still, as soon as Harry pulled open the door, Harry felt it his obligation to apologize. "I'm sorry I'm late, Professor Lupin, I was working on my Potions-" Harry stopped talking instantly when he saw Snape, standing with an impatient look.

Remus smiled, "That's quite all right, Harry,"

Harry's anger from the Potion's class just boiled over, when Snape sneered a comment about James Potter and being late. When thinking back, Harry didn't quite remember what it was, but it was the icing on the cake.

Harry snapped, "Shut up about my Dad, you-" Remembering his aunt, how it bothered him to be called a 'freak', Harry hoped for the same response. "FREAK! I wish my father never saved your sorry worthless-" Remus's foe glass exploded. Shards hitting the floor with little clinks.

"50 points from Gryffindor." Snape snarled, the insults not even damaging the Potion Master's ego.

Remus exhaled, "Shall we go?" Trying to prevent any more damage to his possession. Harry was breathing heavily, trying to calm his anger, glaring at the Potion's Master. Finally the three left, with no problems after that.

Harry smelt the familiar musty air of Grimmauld Place. It was cold inside, no one ever went there anymore, he assumed, so no heat would be necessary. Screaming from a room, told him that Sirius' Mother's Portrait was aware of their presence. Not that it mattered. Snape, with a quick movement, threw the curtain over the struggling portrait.

Remus touched Harry's shoulder, and led him up the stairs towards what once was Sirius' bedroom. Hundreds of boxes, surrounding a plain mattress with messed up sheets and blankets near the center of the mattress. It was like he was just there. Harry thought sadly. Snape entered the room, looking in disgust at the disorganization of the room.

The werewolf picked up a box, and moved his way, using Sirius' mattress as a seat. "I've already gone though most of the boxes. If their is.. anything at all Harry you find you like, just take it." With a pull, Harry picked up a box, and sat near Lupin, to go through the belongings.

The box Harry was looking through seemed to be Sirius' childhood belongings. Not that Harry minded. It was refreshing to understand more of his beloved Godfather's life. Old yo-yos, pieces of legos and muggle comics lined the box. Harry thought for a moment. Sirius' mother would not buy Sirius muggle toys, that's for sure. He probably got them from his friends. Looking over at Lupin who was too busy staring off, lost in memories. Harry picked through the childish things.

About when Harry found Sirius' gumwad, engrossed in plastic wrap; Harry had heard the man leaning on a pile of boxes shift, drawing his eyes from the scrawl that read 'Sirius Black, Age 13, Record Gum Chew: 52 Pieces' and looked up. Snape had picked up a book out of boredom, and was glancing through it. Not that he cared what had gone through Sirius Black's life.

Gazing through the waving pictures of a photo album, he saw the happy times of the infamous Marauders. They were probably about Harry's age. Moony.. Padfoot.. Wormtail.. His eyes fell onto his father, messy haired, glasses, and big smile. Prongs. Harry gave a small smile.

Everyone had commented when Harry was younger, just starting Hogwarts at eleven, how much he had looked like his father. Harry noted some differences now that he had seen these pictures. It appeared James was shorter, even though it was just a picture. His hair was not jet-black like his father's, it was a dark brown. Mostly because of the sun, Harry mused. His skin was naturally a tanned color, it seemed, whereas Harry had to work for the color. Harry's hair also had began to grow longer during the summer, but Harry passed that off on better nutrition. As well, James was buffer than Harry was. That again, Harry put to nutrition.

Seeing a picture of his Mom, walking with Remus with prefect badge, glaring as James ran up to the two, and tackled the redhaired girl to the ground. Under the picture, Harry grinned when he saw wrote Operation- Make Lily Fall For Prongsie.

The photo next was of Sirius holding Snape's bag with magic higher than Snape could reach. Harry smirked, showing Remus the photo. He chuckled. "Yes, Sirius did harass him quite often. Him and James, kept a photo diary of all the pranks they did to him."

Harry looked over at Snape, who clearly knew what they were talking about, glared from behind his book. Figuring the album was worth while, Harry asked Remus, "Where is it?"

Remus' eyes showed amusement, as his thoughtful smile answered, "Should be in one of the boxes over there. Don't bother looking in the boxes in the closet, not even I have gone through those yet." Harry rose, searching through the dusty boxes.

Once Harry stifled a yawn, the greying man said, "Ahh, shall we call it a night, Harry? Severus?"

Harry rose, a few albums in hand. "Good idea," With another yawn, "No trouble sleeping tonight."

Professor Lupin asked, "Nightmares, again?" Stuffing something into his pocket.

Harry merely shrugged in response, not wanting to talk about it in front of Snape, and stretched his stiff back.

The two followed a speedy Snape to the portkey, left in the entrance. As the three returned to Lupin's office, Snape asked with a sneer, "Finish your essay, Potter?"

With a sinking feeling, he decided against answering. Too tired to fight, he took his cloak, and hurried up the the Gryffindor Tower with his albums, and continued his essay. He'd spite Snape, and he'd get full marks too. Even if he had to stay up all night.

Severus smirked at the retreating boy, and heard the other man rustling a letter. "Severus, you should read this."

With a disgusted You-think-I-care look, Snape said, "What Black said isn't my business, nor do I plan to make it my business."

Lupin placed the letter on his desk, and rested his chin on his hand, holding it up. "It's a letter from Lily."

A sneer came to Severus now, "Whatever affairs was going on between your precious friends I will never care for," He then turned to leave for his quarters.