"Are you going to teach me?" Harry's voice was doing that slightly strained thing, where it was phrased like a question but was instead a plea.

"I don't even know if I'm a good enough teacher."

"Why would Dumbledore contact you then? Actually I think I would prefer you."

"How can you say that, you don't know me." Why are teenagers so damn inquistive?

"Let me put a few things in perspective, the problem between teacher and student was quite bad. You have to help me." A flash of desperation featured on Harry's face.

"Honestly Harry you're clutching at straws, broken straws."

"Anything is better than Snape."

"I don't know about that." Harry uttered through gritted teeth.

"You didn't tell me before, what's your name?"

"You can't know that, I'm going to be your teacher."

"Really?" I think smug is the perfect description.

"Oh well done. It's Olympiya."

"Nice name." He stuttered over the next few words aided with a lopsided smile. "I'm Harry."

"Nice to meet you Harry. I shall have to leave you to sleep otherwise I will be reprimanded for depriving you." I guess he doesn't get to introduce himself very often.

I left feeling both happy and confused. Happy because Harry was smiling, the first time I had seen him do so and confused because I don't fully understand why he was smiling. Maybe because I was someone who didn't expect him to go around saving the world or that I somehow saved him from whatever Severus does or is.

The next morning was interesting to say the least, right from the off I felt lost in this world. I woke up to the horrendous noise of several children arguing about some broomstick, then Molly joined in demanding they stop it and then someone was thudding on my door. I threw off the blankets and slipped into my dressing gown to testily answer whoever risked their life.

"What!"

"I just wondered if you wanted some breakfast." Came the chirpy voice of Remus, who had obviously been up for a considerable time.

"Yes, I'll get dressed."

"You can stay like that if you want."

"Remus, don't be vulgar."

I quickly dressed into jeans and a green vest, the only clothing I could find in the matter of seconds I had. However Remus seemed to had disappeared and Harry was left instead.

"Good morning."

"Harry, my face is further north."

"Oh, sorry, sorry. I-I…"

"Never mind, breakfast is it?"

I followed him down thinking all the while that he was very much like James and Lily, but with a whole other element to him, something I couldn't quite yet get to grips with. Breakfast was just the first interesting experience of the day, the intense aura of magic was giving me a major migraine and I spent most of breakfast in a foul mood. Party because of being woken from a pretty good dream and party because the one who woken me wasn't the focus of said dream. Oh and another thing, Molly was still making sure that 'the children' kept away.

"How did you sleep?" Remus had this fantastic concerned look about his face.

I wanted to resist being snappy with him, but I was past caring at this point. "Remus, I didn't sleep at all. Well when I finally got to sleep and had a fantastic dream, you woke me up."

"Sorry, I thought you should eat something today." He's so fartherly sometimes.

"Why, am I not under house arrest?" Which wouldn't have been so bad if Sirius was still around.

"I presume Dumbledore hasn't told you."

"When has he ever told me anything important?" Let me check…no, never.

"We're off to Diagon Ally."

"Oh joy, a day with manic Molly and her brood, I'm going to get extremely drunk." I started to visualise a bottle of Firewhiskey.

"You can't."

"Why ever not?"

"You'll have to wait."

"No I'm not."

"What a surprise!" Molly crept up behind with several plates following her path.

"I'm not being kept in the dark any longer. I'm sick of it, right from the off I've been shut away in a little cupboard. No more."

"Olympiya, Albus will be here soon." Remus attempted to calm me down.

"Stop making a fuss." Was the sympathetic response from Molly.

Maybe my next act was childish, but the emotions coursing through me pushed this out of me and so I fled. However I couldn't go far as I didn't know my way around beyond a few streets. I arrived by floo, so I had no concept as to where I was. Instead of heading for a particular place I wandered around aimlessly actually wishing to be lost, but I knew that couldn't happen. A simple locator spell could be performed and a troops would be sent out, there is no escape from the Wizarding World. So what now, what could I do, what could I possibly do? Nothing, absolutely nothing. Well almost nothing, I found a small green enclosed in a square of houses, unfortunately a rather large spiked fence stood in my way but a quick manoeuvre over it didn't trouble me. I sat on the bench to watch the setting sun, it's warm honey and crimson hues spread across the clouds peacefully, quite unlike my life at the present time.

A shadow formed over my shoulder, it perplexed me for a while before I turned around as it wasn't the adult shape I was expecting nor a child formation. It was a teenager, Harry to be more precise.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was looking for you of course."

"Anything else?"

"Peace and quiet."

"When you find them tell me, I'm going to kidnap them for myself."

Harry began to smile at my rather crass joke, although it wasn't for long his silent demeanour that hovered over him, crept back. I glanced over to see his head tilted back, eyes closed, look totally relaxed. Unfortunately my first thought was when was it going to be interrupted. Judging by the way his face fell when a meeting was mentioned and how Molly is always just there, he doesn't get the chance to be quiet or alone. However, I could be wrong, but he does look like he's enjoying the peace. I expected there to be vast lengths of silence between us, however I was pleasantly surprised when Harry began talking.

"So what else am I not allowed to know about you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I know your name, although I'm not supposed to. I know that you went to Hogwarts and were in Slytherin while being friends with a bunch of Gryffindors, even though it's classified information."

"What else do you want to know?"

"Why, I know you know a lot about me. How did you get to become friends with my parents?"

Why did he have to ask? How on earth I am going to explain all this to Harry without him being totally disgusted with me?

"I got to know them…I began to get to know them…" I couldn't even contemplate lying to him.

"It's okay."

"Harry you will find out no doubt, I want to tell you but I don't how." Harry obviously realised in some way that my story was verging on as complicated as his.

"But you will tell me why Molly is so intent on keeping me away from you."

"It's because she thinks I'm dangerous and let me promise you one thing, I will never hurt you.

"I hope you realise that I am going to get in trouble for not bringing you back."

"What?"

"Everyone was arguing about how we should deal with you, I decided to find you."

"How did you?"

"I just thought where I would go if I wanted to escape, so I got myself lost."

"How did you get over the fence?"

"Magic, you?"

"I climbed, though magic would have been a better idea. Look I think we should get going, Molly will be doing her nut by now."

"I guess." His mouth practically dropped off the bottom of his face when I suggested going back, so I racked my brains to string out the walk back but soon realised we were lost.

"Can you remember the way back?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry I'm making you go back, I personally don't want to and I don't want to force you to go back either. But we have to, problems tend to have a habit on finding you."