Lupin grabbed me the second I emerged from the basement. He growled low in his throat as he spoke, "What did you do to him? He's paler than when he went down there and he reeks of sweat."

I pushed him off me and raised my wand to his throat, "Wandless magic is draining, especially when using it the first few times. I did nothing but train him, Lupin."

I stalked off from him and rounded on Potter in the kitchen, "Keep your werewolf on a chain, Potter."

He spun to face me, eyebrow raised, "What are you going on about, Snape?"

"Lupin, your werewolf, if he accuses me of hurting you or sends another suspicious glance my way then I can no longer be responsible for my actions." I said calmly even with my body bristling with anger.

He rolled his eyes and turned back to whatever he was making for himself. Granger and Weasley walked into the kitchen and Granger met my eyes with a defiant set in her jaw.

"Are you quite sure training Harry so quickly is the best method? If his body gets overwhelmed his magic can turn on him. I was reading about people who used too much wandless magic, sir, and in the end their own magic attacked and killed them."

"Hermione," Potter snapped crankily before I could open my mouth to reply, "We've had this conversation. I'm going to get ready to fight Voldemort."

I flinched at the name before leaving the room. Granger began shouting and Potter's voice rose above hers. I opened the door to my room to once again see Kreacher, this time only his bare feet sticking out from under a ratty armchair.

"Kreacher, should I tell Mister Potter than you seem to be in a great need of something in this room?"

"Filthy half blood is talking to Kreacher, filthy half blood is trying to threaten Kreacher by telling Kreacher's mudblood…master…" the dirty elf emerged and glared fully at me. "No, sir, Kreacher was cleaning is all. Kreacher is leaving the blood traitor's room now."

I growled and raised my wand to him, and he disappeared with a pop. Curiosity got the best of me and I lugged the heavy armchair away from the wall to reveal…nothing. I shook my head and spelled the chair back into place. I checked through the drawers he was looking in and they were all empty as well. I moved the chest of drawers with a flick of my wand and my heart leapt into my throat. A small, Kreacher sized door was in the wall.

"What in the name of Merlin's beard?" I said aloud to myself before dropping to my hands and knees in front of the door. I tugged on the handle to no avail, the damn thing wouldn't budge. I tried every opening spell I knew before I sat back on my legs, groaning in frustration with my stupidity.

I stood slowly and glared at the small door. I kicked it solidly to release my anger and it flew open. Oh of course that's all it took. A moldy smell rose to meet me and I nearly gagged from it.

"Potter!" I yelled for him since it was technically his house.

I heard him running up the stairs with many footsteps following. He stuck his head in and stopped midway through the doorway.

"What the bloody hell is that?" asked the Weasley brat from over Potter's shoulder.

"What does it look like, Ron, honestly? It's a door," was Granger's annoyed reply; she was clearly still ruffled from her and Potter's argument.

Potter moved forward and then past me, dropping to his hands and knees in front of the door. His wand was in his hand before I could blink and he muttered a, "Lumos," quickly.

"It stretches on pretty far, but I bet I can fit through. Ron, you're pretty thin, follow me please?"

"Okay, just make sure you blast any spiders away before I see them?" he laughed nervously and lit his wand.

I watched as they crawled through the small passageway and my stomach churned with worry. Worried about Harry Potter? Snape, you're losing it. I shook my head to clear it and Lupin stared at me with a blank expression. Granger squatted next to the door and peered inside, watching Weasley and Potter's retreating forms.

"Kreacher!" Lupin yelled into the air. "Kreacher come here at once or I'm getting Harry."

Kreacher appeared beside Lupin with a pop and Granger screamed in surprise and fell to the floor. Kreacher cast a nasty grin at her before turning his attention to Lupin, "You called Kreacher, you horrible creature?"

Lupin growled at him, "Yes, Kreacher, what exactly is that?" he indicated the door with his wand.

Kreacher turned to the door and a mild expression of horror passed over his features, "That, filthy werewolf, is a doorway." He bowed low, "If that is all."

I growled and aimed my wand at the elf once again, "Listen you insane little twit, where does it lead?"

Kreacher smiled, "To a room in the basement, sir. Kreacher has cleaning to return to now," and with a pop the elf was gone.

Granger called down the tunnel, "Harry, Ron! Come back!"

Lupin rounded on me, snarling "Is this a set up, Snape?"

"A set up, Lupin? Yes, Kreacher and I hatched this evil plan to rid ourselves of Potter and Weasley. Kreacher has tired of having Potter as a master because Potter always catches him with Madam Black's underwear, and he's tired of Weasley because he's constantly eating the food that Kreacher has specifically labeled for non-blood traitors. I couldn't just apparate Potter and myself to the Dark Lord, no; I had to have Kreacher show me this door. This door obviously leads directly to the Dark Lord's bedroom not a room in the basement. Kreacher stopped his mumbling about his mistress and my bloodline long enough for us to discuss our masterminded scheme." I said dryly.

Lupin snarled out a "fuck you Snape" before storming out of the room.

To my surprise Granger busted out laughing after Lupin stormed from the room. I turned to her with a raised eyebrow and she covered her mouth, still laughing. I rolled my eyes and squatted on the other side of the doorway from Granger.

"Potter!" I bellowed.

"Ouch, fuck, what is it Snape?" he called back, Weasley snickering.

"Come back, Potter, there's bound to be a better way of finding out what's in there without rushing into possible danger." I called out louder over Weasley's continued snickering.

"Yeah, you've already hit your head six times now Harry…" Weasley's snickering erupted into loud laughter.

"Shut it, Ron, turn around and let's head back," Potter grumbled.

A/N: Hi all! waves Hitting that review button is something I'd greatly appreciate. I'm a bit of an attention whore. .

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