Harry was now in Snape's bedroom, looking around, only seeing this room before in the dark. He made a deal with his teacher to some things to ease the pain. With Snape's permission, he looked through a box of letters as the dark wizard sat in a recliner, having a wine glass. Harry did not think it is right for him to read them though, getting up, going over to Snape.

"Won't your friends wonder where you are?" he wondered, taking a sip.

"Nope, because they think I am asleep in my bed," he answers, "I put a bunch of pillows under the cover, for them to think there is a person there." He dropped the box on the bed, "ok, so I think first thing, to do is get rid of this box?" he points at it, his teacher gaped at that, "we don't need to destroy it or anything, but being away from it, will help sir?" Snape put the glass aside, getting up. Looking at the box, he turned away, "sir? What would like me to do with them?"

"You are nagging again Potter," he spat out, but this time while saying Harry's last name it wasn't filled with hate. This surprised the teacher, looking at his student.

Harry sighed, "Well, then I guess you are not ready to let them go yet," he put the box back under the bed. Then he noticed another box, "what is this other box?" 'Do not tell me it is more letters to my mum?'

"Treasures that your mother gave me as kids."

Harry gaped, "Mind if I l take a look?" His teacher was ok with that. Harry takes it out, putting it on the bed, sitting on the edge, opening the lid. Snape went back to his chair, grabbing his glass. There were bunch of trivial things. Notes, dried up flowers in small envelopes, rocks with faces on them. Harry did not want to pick the flowers up, worried they will crumble under his fingers if he does. He asked to look at the notes. His teacher gulped the rest of his wine, before answering. Giving a nod, before going back out of the bedroom. Harry unfolds the notes, seeing that these were encouraging notes. Snape walked back in, holding a bottle of wine, pouring it in the same glass. "Don't you think you are drinking too much sir?"

"Mind your business Potter," he starts drinking it.

Harry gets up, going over to him, "But sir, if you drink like that, you going to get liver failure," he got concerned. Knowing uncle Vernon likes to drink too, but harder liquor and overheard that he had liver problems because of it.

"Like it matters on what happens to me anymore."

Harry was taken back by that, kneeling beside him, "It matters to me sir. If something happens to you, I will be very troubled," he looked over at the clock, "I should head back upstairs," he closed the lid, putting the box back under the bed. Going over to his teacher, "Goodnight, sir," taking the bottle of wine, before Snape could protest, his student was already near the door, getting his cloak. Putting it around him before leaving the chamber. Snape growled at that, wanting the rest of that wine bottle. To be able to drown in his sorrows while he falls asleep.

"How dare that Potter takes it away from me!" he slammed his hand against the chamber door. Startling the paintings hanging above his fireplace. He slummed down to the floor, "how am I going to sleep now?" wine calms his nerves, and he gets to tipsy and tired to care.

Harry threw the bottle of wine, in the trash outside the kitchen, going upstairs, walking up the steps, he looked over to the third floor, wondering what it is like there in the basement now. 'Did they remove all those traps?' curious he decided to see the floor one last time. Going up to the third staircase, looking around to make sure no one was there, before entering the corridor. Going over to the door where the Fluffy was held, slowly opening it. The basement door was clearly visible without a dog paw being in the way. Harry walked over, gripping the handle. With disappointment it was locked. Being tired to remember the unlocking spell, he decided to leave it for now. Going back to bed instead.