I unfortunately don't own any of the characters in the HP series they belong to Mrs Rowling.

Snape surprise

After being ushered into the Great Hall by Dumbledore together with the rest of the Gryffindors and later united with the other three houses, Harry sat sulking in a corner. He could not believe that he had forgotten about Sirius coming. He blamed it on the stupid DaDa lesson and stress. Ron who sat besides him kept opening his mouth to speak, but was hit repeatedly on the head by Hermione, who gave him a don't-you-even-dare upset Harry look.

"So? What's up with your Godfather, Harry? I thought you said he was a good guy." Said Fred who had thrown himself down besides Harry. George was pushing a scowling Ron out of the way on the other side of Harry.

"Yes. If he's such a good guy, then why is he breaking into Gryffindor tower looking for you?" He said after successfully pushing the scowling Ron onto, a now blushing, Hermione's lap.

"He wasn't looking for me." exclaimed Harry angrily. Would they ever believe him? Sirius was an innocent man.

"Oh, of course he wasn't." Fred said rolling his eyes and making a circular movement next to his head.

"No. He was probably just out for a cup of tea and biscuits. He just happened to wander of in the wrong direction and thought the kitchen door was jammed. That's all…" Said George, nodding to his twin as if to agree on Harry being of his rockets.

Harry fought the urge to scream and noisily stomped his way out of the Great Hall, leaving the whole student body to gossip, behind him. After nearly being caught by Filch and Mrs Norris, he made his way up to the seventh-floor corridor. He needed some time alone. And it wasn't as if he had a maniac wanting to kill him. Right, maybe he did! But he had a hard time believing that Voldemort would jump out from a dark corner.

Walking past the wall, Harry repeated the same sentence over and over again. I need a room where nobody will look for me, I need a room where nobody will look for me, I need a room where nobody will look for me. The door appeared as usual after the third turn. He quickly opened the door and slipped into the room quietly. Something was very wrong with the room, Harry thought. The room was very nice and cosy. Harry was just confused as to the Slytherin decor. A comfortable dark green armchair with a small silver table, stood in the middle of the room. The table looked to be a silver snake carrying a tray on its head. An open fireplace was positioned opposite of the chair and table. A fire was lit giving of a nice heat in the dark room. Harry took a step towards the chair but had to stop and marvel at the thickness of the carpet. It was in a dark colour with silver threads imbedded. He couldn't make out the pattern they made in the darkness, but it looked very luxurious and expensive. The sort of thing Malfoy would love. He got seated in the chair and slowly let out a soft groan. The chair was perfect. It was just as comfortable as it looked, it seemed to model it self after his body. He could definitely get used to it. All he needed now was some Butterbeer and a good potions book. He turned to inspect the table more closely and noticed a small black book lying on top of it. He carefully picked it up. The title written in silver Inc made the hair in the back of his neck stand.

HORCRUXES

By Tom Marvolo Riddle

Harry didn't know how long he just sat there, with the book lying innocently in his hands.

But he suddenly shot out of the chair like a canon ball. He was sitting in a chair made by Voldemort's imagination. The chair he had just regarded as the most perfect chair ever manufactured was now degraded to the ugliest, lumpiest and plainest chair there had ever been. It was a shame really. He slowly made his way out. He didn't want to stay in a room made by Voldemort, he could have placed charm's or curses on it. He opened the door and stepped out in the deserted hallway. He had just closed the door and seen it vanish, when echoing footsteps could be heard coming his way. As he did not want to risk exposing the room to anyone he braised him self for detention. Harry groaned in defeat at the people approaching. It was just his luck that Professor Dumbledore and Snape should be the ones to find him.

"Ah, there you are, Harry." Said Dumbledore, relief written all over his face.

"Yes where else? With my innocent godfather, maybe?" said Harry sarcastically, still in a grumpy mood.

"Well I would feel better if you were to stay with your friends under these circumstances, Harry. Said Dumbledore in an even voice, clearly not wanting to challenge Harry's teenage mood. Harry just shrugged.

"You obviously think your self above the rules that apply to all others. Just like your father." said Snape. Harry just rolled his eyes, determined to not let Snape get to him this time.

"HARRY!" screamed Dumbledore suddenly. Harry quickly turned, wand at the ready. Only there was nothing there. He turned back to Dumbledore puzzled. What was that about?

"What?" he asked. The headmaster pointed mutely at the book in Harry's hand. The silver letters seemed to glow in the darkness. Great, he thought.

"Um…yes, you see I was…um…here you have it!" he quickly trust it into Dumbledore's hands. It wasn't as if he really wanted to read any of the sick things, no doubt written in it. Besides, Dumbledore was sure to share anything important when the time came. Snape was looking curiously between Harry and Dumbledore, he had obviously missed the title, Harry thought. Dumbledore gave Harry a penetrating look and Harry concentrated hard on the small cupboard he'd grown up in. he found that it already was there, covering his mind like a soft blanket. Instead of looking afraid or angry, Dumbledore gave Harry a look of great pride.

"Well done Harry." he said quietly. Snape looked even more puzzled.

The teachers escorted Harry back to the Great Hall where several heads lifted from their pretend sleep, to look at Harry. Harry was sure that the glaring Slytherin's where disappointed that the lunatic Black hadn't gotten a hold of him. He gave them a small little wave, which made them huddle up close. No doubt plotting a most gruesome death for him, Harry thought. He was suddenly thrown to the ground. "Oh, Harry. Are you all right? Did anything happen? You could have been hurt." Hermione screamed at him. He felt his face heat up at the looks he got from the students. "Nobody knew where you were. You could have been kidnapped." Harry thought she sounded a bit like Mrs Weasley. But he figured that he shouldn't mention it, in case she decided to write to the Weasley matriarch.

"I'm fine." he said as soon as Hermione stopped her endless Harry bashing. He quietly sat down on an empty sleeping bag, his mind back in the room of requirement.

The next day was just plain boring for Harry. The whole school talked about nothing else but Black's attempts to break into Gryffindor tower. On top of that, Harry was called into Professor McGonagall's office.

"I know that you believe in your godfather's innocence." she said as soon as he entered the room. Harry who had been about to ask her for the reason of him being called, was just about to burst into his Sirius-is-innocent speech, when she headed him of by lifting her hands.

"We believe however that it would be best to stop you from practising Quidditch in the evenings."

"What? We've got our first match on Saturday." said Harry, outraged. How dare they do this to him? Sirius was innocent. In the end, they agreed on having Madam Hooch overseeing the training sessions. Harry remembered that this had been the solution in his third year anyway.

The weather steadily got worse as the first Quidditch match drew nearer. "We're not playing Slytherin." Wood told the team at the final training session. "Why?" the team screamed as one. "Malfoy…"Wood's words were drowned out by the thunder above them. "Look we're playing Hufflepuff instead. They've got a new seeker and captain, Cedric Diggory." Angelina, Alicia and Katie started giggling. Harry felt his stomach churn at the mention of Cedric. He had purposely not looked for Cedric in the school. Sometimes he was afraid that the time-travelling thing was just a dream and that he was going to wake up any moment. He woke from his thoughts.

"…silent because he's too thick to string two words together." Said Fred to the scowling girls. "Besides, last time we played them Harry caught the snitch in five minutes, remember?" "We are playing in completely different conditions!" Roared Wood at him, his eyes bulging out slightly. "We must win!"

"Oliver, calm down." said Fred looking alarmed. "We are going to win."

The day before the match, the winds reached howling point and the rain fell harder than ever.

"Great! Just great!" Harry said, glaring at the dark weather. Malfoy was playing the part of wounded hero to the limit. Ron looked ready to pounce at him at any given chance.

"He's facing it. The slimy little…" he kept repeating under his breath. Harry quickly got tired of all the Quidditch talk. And Oliver Wood kept tracking him down in between lessons to give him pointers on how to catch the snitch.At the moment, Harry was late for the defence against the dark arts lesson, and he had a bad feeling that he'd forgotten something.

"This lesson began five minutes ago, Potter." Harry's heart sank. Oh, yes, now he remembered. Snape glared at him. "As I was saying before, Potter interrupted, professor Lupin has not left any record of the topics you have covered so far…"

"Please, sir, we've done Boggart's, Red Caps, Kappas and Grindylows." Said Hermione quickly. "And we were just about to start…"

"Be quiet." Said Snape coldly. "I did not ask…" he sighed and turned to face Harry, who sat with his hand up in the air, and an angelical look plastered on his face.

"Potter?" asked Snape in a quiet voice, as if afraid of what was coming.

"Could you teach us about the inferius?" Harry asked. Snape looked at him tiredly.

"Detention, tonight." Was all he said before turning back to the class and his lecturing. Harry was unsure now. Was he having a detention or was Snape going to tell him about the inferius alone after class. The rest of the lesson went by in a blur for Harry who wasn't listening.

When the bell rang, Harry was left alone with Snape. Ron and Hermione left after making him promise to not aggravate Snape more than needed.

Snape took a chair and seated himself face to face with Harry, with a deep sigh. "I don't know what it is that's gotten into you. But don't believe for one second that you have any privileges coming from me." he said glaring at Harry.

"I just want to know what they are. I already know what a werewolf is and how to recognise and kill one." Harry paused to think. "What would happen, if an untransformed werewolf was to attack someone?" he asked, remembering Bill. Snape looked at him strangely.

"An Inferius is a dead body, animated to follow out the orders set by a witch or wizard that is controlling it. It is not alive and will not have any mercy, or listen to pleas. The one and greatest fear it has is fire." Snape took a breath. "A person attacked by an untransformed werewolf, might gain some traits that the creature possesses, but will not turn into one at full moon. The traits depend on the seriousness of the wounds inflicted." Harry could not believe that Snape had answered his questions willingly. Maybe there was hope.

"You will serve detention tonight, with me. Don't be late!"Maybe not, Harry thought.