Yeah! I'm so happy that most of you guys are Sirius fans too! Cause that means I can bring him back! Wheeeee! It won't be till a few chapters though, because I have other stuff to deal with. So ehem. Replies to certain reviews.

Baby-in-a-blender: yup! I'm gonna try to put Snape's pov in more, because snape indeed does rock. Not to mention that Snape will no doubt have some interesting reactions to what he's learning.

Maya 100: errgh! I know! I'm so mad at her for killing him! It was like 3 am when I read that part and I started crying, my sister who is in the room next to me and is a light sleeper woke up and ran in going "omg sara! Why are you crying?" and I stuttered out something along the lines of "he's….. he's… SIRIUS!crying" then she got all mad and told me to shut up and sleep for once… She's a lotr fan and well… if you didn't notice a lot of them don't like us much…

Okee-dokke! Disclaimer: this fic may cause the following side-affects: Sara being sued, Sara going to court, Sara going bankrupt, and Sara living on the streets. To avoid these side-affects please consult your local pediatrician and remember that Sara doesn't own anything but the 15 cent's in her pocket… and some lint. Thank you.

/HP\

The footsteps of the two teachers and student echoed in the luckily empty corridor, it was times like these that Severus Snape was grateful for lunch time when everyone was too busy stuffing their faces to wander the halls. Then again Snape was always thankful for anything that would re-direct the almost constant herd of stupidity that was Hogwarts students from surrounding him. He did notice that a lot of the portraits on the way to Lupin's private quarters were casting worried or curious glances to the 6th year boy walking behind him.

Snape paid no mind to them, for he was once again torn in half. Part of him wanted to turn around and see how the boy was doing, make sure he was still behind him dispite the constant reassuring footsteps tailing him. He wanted to slow down and walk next to him like Lupin; he luckily didn't feel the need to hug him like the werewolf did back in the lavatories. That would have been too much. There was also the part of him that didn't dare turn around, that didn't dare stop walking, that didn't dare cast even the shortest of glances at Potter. There were a few reasons for this side; one reason was that he didn't want to show Potter (or Lupin for that matter) that what Potter said had affected him. He always hated child abusers, many would think it ironic due to the fact that the only things he hated more than child abusers were children themselves. That was not a worry to Snape though, he may hate children but he would never strike one. Sure there was the time he had thrown Potter a bit roughly to the floor last year, after he found Potter looking in his pensive. That was merely a mistake in a fit of rage; after he calmed down a bit he did regret it, even though he was still beyond furious with the boy. Moving on, the other reason he didn't want to turn around was the simple fact that he needed desperately to gather his thoughts. His thoughts were a big jumble, he was taking all his focus to trying to put the pieces of his rational thinking back together, and he knew that as soon as he turned around and saw that empty yet pained look in those green eyes as they peered at him through a lightly bruised veil all the pieces would quickly fall to the ground. So he just kept walking, the only thing interrupting the intense filling going on in his brain was the resounding footsteps that echoed around him, dancing across the walls and teasing his ears.

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity of walking Snape found himself at the large portrait of Lupin's room. The portrait was of a tall man dressed in deep blue colored ancient roman attire, he had messy brown hair and he was lounging calmly in a forest setting, the city of Rome in the back round. Lying next to him was a large female wolf and an identical man in deep green Roman robes roamed the back round. Lupin came up beside him, Potter stood between them, Lupin's arm around his small shoulders and his dead green eyes trained on the ground. Snape internally growled, 'damn those eyes…' he thought to himself.

"Hello Romulus, wormwood powder." Lupin said to the blue robed man, the man smiled and the portrait swung open. They all walked into the small living room, it wasn't much but it was cozy. A warm fire was dancing merrily in the large fireplace in front of a large comfy looking brown sofa and an overstuffed deep red armchair. Between the couch, chair and fireplace was a small wooden coffe table that was cluttered with parchments and books that obviously came from the good sized wooden bookshelf full of, yup you guessed it, books. The carpet was the same deep red as the chair and looked like the kind of fluffy carpet one loved to walk around on barefoot, because it gave you that soft "walking on a cloud" feeling, where your feet sunk in and the carpet squished between your toes. Snape liked those fluffy carpets… Oh wow, if that ever came out he would be ruined. Snapping back to reality he noticed that Potter was sitting on the red armchair and Lupin was gone, Potter was staring at him… with those sad eyes… 'Oh damnit!' Snape scowled and pursed his lips.

"What?" He snapped, mentally slapping himself as Potter flinched at his tone. He looked down and fiddled with his shirt.

"I was just wondering if you were ok… You kind of zoned out… Remus asked you a few times if you wanted to sit down or if you wanted tea but you just kept staring at the carpet…" Snape cursed silently at those words. "So he just went to get us tea without waiting for your answer…" Harry responded. 'So that's where Lupin is, I wondered why he left me with Harry…' Snape mused. 'Whoa… wait… Harry? That's a new un-welcomed development…' He huffed a bit and sat down on the couch that was indeed as comfortably as it looked. Glancing at Harry-'potter, damnit' he saw that the boy was staring forlornly at the fire, struggling with himself not to cry. Snape sighed.

"You know Potter… If you cry it doesn't make you weak…" He muttered, Harry- 'POTTER!' looked up at him startled, not as startled as Snape though. 'Holy- Did I just say that?'

"I… Yes it does… I can't cry… I can't afford to be weak…" Harry- 'oh hell I give up…' said softly, looking back to the fire. "If people know that I'm weak then they'll lose hope in my to save them… And if that happens… then I have nothing… Hero is all I have…" He muttered, he said it in a sort of trance like voice, like he didn't really think he was saying any of this aloud… or to Snape for that matter. Snape shook his head at the boy's words.

"That's not true, you have more going for you than hero. You have good friends, people who care about you like Lupin. Not to mention a public that, dispite my hatred of this fact, worship the ground you walk on, and it's not just the hero thing." Snape responded, joining Harry in his stare at the fire game.

"How could you know? They don't know me, how can you be so sure that my friends wont hate me when they know about my Uncle. How do you know that my 'public' doesn't worship the ground I walk on simply because the hero thing. What else is there to worship?"

"Well… I suppose that people admire the strong face you hold during all the things you go through, you have the strength to hold your sanity after things that would make a lesser man go insane." 'Yup, I've lost it. It's official…'

". . . What if it's all fake?" Harry asked softly. There was a pregnant pause as Snape thought this over.

"Weather it be fake or not… I grudgingly admit that you have strength. In times such as these it takes strength to do anything, even pretend to be strong." Once again the room fell into silence.

"Professor?"

"What?"

"Did we just… erm… Did we just have a 'moment'?" Harry waited for a bit, and after no response he looked over to see his professor sating at the table in front of him as if he wanted it to burst in to flames and smolder into non-existence. 'Burn damnit! You bloody table! Burn!' Snape thought angrily.

"I… Well… Yes.. I think we may have… We shall not speak of it again… If you tell a single soul I will be forced to do things I will later regret." Snape finally responded, a look on his face suggesting that he had just eaten a salt-coated lemon.

/HP\

Harry had to smile a bit at getting the old Snape back; part of him wondered if he was dreaming, which would explain Snape's recent personality change. That is one of the reasons he told Snape all this, maybe it wasn't real, and there is no sense in fighting things that arn't real. Suddenly, the door opened and Remus came out of the small personal kitchen that all the teachers get with a tray of steaming tea. He smiled at Harry and sat on the couch, setting the tray on the table. He handed a teacup to Harry and turned to hand Snape his cup, Snape took it silently but the lemon-salt look on his face didn't change.

"What's wrong with you Severus?" Remus asked, raising an eyebrow. Snape merely snorted and began to sip his tea. Remus shook his head and sighed out something that sounded like "utterly hopeless". Harry Smiled a bit again, he couldn't help but feel a bit relieved. He had worried that Remus and Snape would change completely when they heard about his uncle, they seemed to be mostly the same though. There was still a lot to tell though.

/HP\

Wowza! Done done! There you go! A whole chapter of almost just Snape baby-in-a-blender! Oh, and btw. The guy in Remus' door portrait was "Romulus" from Roman mythology. Romulus was one of two brothers (twins) who were abandoned as babies and later raised by a wolf mother. They grew up to found Rome. The brother's were "Romulus and Remus" Hence Remus' name and his portrait. The dude in the back round was the brother Remus, but I thought it would be odd to have Remus talking to Remus so I had Romulus in the front.