A/N: Guys FFN is acting up with me and not letting me upload documents so this is greatly delayed. I also had to cut it down to get it to upload for some reason, even though it nowhere near the limit. So this chapter was split in two parts, but this isn't where it was split at first. I'm sorry cries

The brat took used majority of the hot water, leaving me with an extremely quick, cold shower. I made my way downstairs in search of food only to slam into Lupin on my way.

"Sorry, Severus." He mumbled and walked back to the room Black and he were sharing.

I stared at him in mild shock; that was the friendliest he'd been to me since I arrived. I smirked and walked to the kitchen. Potter grinned at me before going back to shoveling food into his mouth. Minerva greeted me with a curt nod of her head. Granger sat next to Potter and acted like I had never walked in.

I sat across from Minerva with a plate of toast and a cup of tea. Everyone ate in silence and avoided glancing at another. Minerva set her cup back onto the table and cleared her throat. All gazes flew to her expectantly.

"This is going to be a painful experience, as I'm sure most of you have gathered. Moving headquarters to Albus' home is not going to be fun; we will be surrounded by things reminding us of him." Her gaze flew to mine, "Some of us may think emotions will not hit us, others-" her gaze flew to Potter's, "-may not be able to control their emotions."

She folded her hands on the table, "We have to communicate with each other, and not just for the sake of the Order, but for the sake of our individual sanity as well. I don't care what your problems are with another-" her gaze met mine again, "-push them aside and remind yourself we are united for one cause." She stood and left the room, leaving no time for objections.

The rest of us sat silently for a few moments before Granger sighed loudly. Potter cocked an eyebrow at her and she leveled a glare at him. If I hadn't known better I'd have guessed they were using Occlumency, but Potter was not that gifted. She stood to her feet and stormed out in a way reminiscent of Minerva herself. Potter shook his head and continued shoveling food into the black abyss of his stomach.

I felt the corner of my mouth curl in slight disgust, "Must you eat that way?"

He flipped me off and kept eating, this time making obnoxious smacking sounds with his lips. I set my cup down and stood, leaning slightly toward him over the table.

"Potter, you're as foul as your namesake at times." I snarled and turned, leaving the room as he threw his cup at my retreating form.

Minerva stalked up to me in the hallway and poked a boney finger into my chest, "Severus, I'd have thought you of all people would listen. This is not the time to act like the bitter man you've chosen to become." She narrowed her eyes as I open my mouth to speak, "I don't want to hear it. I am not going to tell you again, you are a grown man. Act like one." She turned into the kitchen then and spoke to the brat in the same manner.

I swept upstairs and slammed the door shut behind me, not caring how child like it was. Minerva has no idea, how dare she? She doesn't understand how he irritates me so. That brat, and to think I was foolishly involving myself with him. I sat on the bed and cradled my aching head. Why am I doing this to myself? This makes no utter sense; he is an immature prat and I have no need for him. I'm going to help him prepare to destroy the Dark Lord, Albus, I swore that to you. I am not, however, providing him with the power to destroy me as well.

I don't remember lying down, and I don't remember falling asleep. The next thing I saw was the bright red hair of the Weasley twins standing above me, one of them poking my side with his wand.

"Oy, Snape, you're not so scary when you can't take house points," said the one poking me.

"Agreed, also you're lacking that menacing glow without the cape," said the other one.

"Get away from me you idiots before I curse you." I growled and sat up, glaring for emphasis.

"McGonagall sent us to make sure you weren't dead. You slept through the majority of the packing," said the one to my right.

"Yeah, lot of help you were," said the other.

I rubbed the bridge of my nose and swore under my breath, "Did I not say to get away from me? Tell dear Minerva I'll be downstairs in a moment."

"Well, we're leaving in a moment," said one.

"Don't dawdle, Sev," said the other as they ducked out of the door.

I stood to my feet and pursued them, sending a stinging hex at them both. Sev? What in the bloody hell gave them the idea they could get away with that.

I went downstairs and slipped into the kitchen. Potter was the only one that glanced my way; everyone else was arguing heavily. Black was refusing to leave his house, saying the Death Eaters could come and remove him if they had to. Minerva had a finger pointed at his face, her face looking absolutely livid as she yelled at him. Lupin was sitting next to Potter and rubbing the bridge of his nose. The Weasley twins sat next to their youngest brother and their only sister, and shared the story of waking me up immediately. Black noticed me and I could practically see his ears perk up with the opportunity to get Minerva's wrath blown onto someone else.

"If it isn't Snivellus, how nice of you to grace us with your presence," Black followed his mock with a quick bow.

Minerva turned to me and her expression softened, "Hello, Severus, go ahead and sit down. We're waiting for Sirius to get his blasted things together so we can all leave-" she turned back to Black, "-together."

I smirked and bowed low to Black and sat at the table. He looked mortified that his distraction hadn't work, and turned back to Minerva with determination etched into his feature.

"Anyone fancy a game of Exploding Snap?" the Weasley girl asked and pulled a deck from a pocket.