Harry was up and ready to go at six o'clock in the morning. He spent 3 hours wondering exactly how he was going to deal with Snape, and how he was going to explain him to the Dursleys. Unfortunately, Vernon Dursely and Severus Snape arrived in the living room at the same time in more or less the same spot. Uncle Vernon backed away clearly startled, if not frightened. Harry couldn't blame. In fact he thought uncle Vernon would have been quite justified in screaming and running away. His Potions master was considerably more ominous looking than usual. There were huge shadows under his blood shot hollow back eyes, and he was paler than he'd been even after having been knocked out by simultaneous disarming spells in Harry's third year.
"Are you ready to go Potter?" Snape asked. "Where do you think you're going boy?" Uncle Vernon growled." To some kind of wedding or something?" he asked taking in Harry's bright green dress robes and Snape's (back as usual) robes. "Er" said Harry. He hadn't told the Durleys he was going ahead of time because he hadn't planned on telling them at all. "Yes, actually he is" cut in Snape. "Who are you?" Uncle Vernon asked "Professor Severus Snape of the school Potter attends" Do you really think I'm going to let him go gallivanting off with someone who looks like a vampire?" Snape's face went very odd at this remark. He replied "I assure you, I do not make a habit of sucking my student's blood, Mr. Dursley." Harry saw the corners of his mouth twitching and realized with a shock that Snape was struggling to keep from laughing. "Anyway" Snape continued "you don't have any choice in the matter"
Snape took something out of his pocket and held it out towards Harry. It was brass and shaped rather like a dumbbell. "Grab hold and don't let go, no matter what." He said to Harry, then took a deep breath and said "Two to the Burrow!" Harry wasn't sure how to describe what happened next. He knew he was traveling incredibly fast, but he was sure, that whatever he was doing it wasn't apparating. He felt as if he was riding his firebolt as fast as it could go, except there was not wind whipping by him. He could see other objects moving, cars on the highway, a plane, but they seemed to be moving slow. He began to feel queasy after a few minutes and closed his eyes. Just as he did so he heard Snape say nastily "We've arrived Mr. Potter, you can open your eyes now."
"That's some gadget, Professor" Harry stammered as he found himself in the Weasley's garden. "Yes, it is" Snape said as he pocketed it. "One of a kind" "How'd you get it then?" Harry asked, disappointed at hearing this.
"The inventor gave it to me"
"They must be a genius"
"She was"
"Was?"
Snape's relatively good humor evaporated. "Misused power and talent are a terrible thing Potter"
"What happened?" Harry asked cautiously "She sold her soul to the Dark Lord and he repaid her by destroying her" Snape snarled.
Harry knew he had pushed too far. '"I think I'll go look for Ron" he said. "Yes, go poke your nose somewhere else." Snape said irritably. Harry fled as fast as he could without actually looking like he was fleeing.