Hey all! If you saw my note, then you know that I kept my promise! So I won't keep you any longer than necessary! Enjoy!

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Sighing, Harry dropped his head on the table with a loud bang. He winced from the pain it caused, and the resounding echo that bounced on the dungeon walls, but didn't move.

"Pot- Harry…If you are that bored with waiting, why don't you start writing down what you are thinking." Harry lifted his head, slightly, to glare at Severus, who was scratching away on letter he was writing at his desk.

Severus was, for lack of a better word, observing Harry. Something was odd about him now. Harry had walked into the potions room five minuets early, and waved cheerfully. Almost as if he was happy. To Severus, those two things alone, being early and happy, were very strange. Severus had told him to sit at a desk till he was done. It was now three minuets later. Severus had been writing done some things he noticed about Harry's appearance, when the sound of Harry's head connecting to the table, startled him into finally stopping. Or maybe not just yet…

A couple, for Harry, boring, minuets later, Severus set his quill down and stood up. He gestured for Harry to follow him, in which Harry jumped up and almost ran to follow behind Severus. Severus took Harry behind his desk to reveal a door Harry never noticed before. A password Harry couldn't hear and a

push later, he found himself in what looked like an office.

Towards the back wall sat a desk of dark wood, maple, maybe, and plush, comfortable chair sat behind it. In front of it sat a chair, like the ones in the classroom. The stone walls were covered in shelves which held potions books, defense books, and rare potions ingredients. All except the wall behind his desk. One the back wall was a painting of a beautiful woman, who smiled and waved at them.

"Hello Severus, dear." She greeted him, then turned to look at Harry. "Hello, and who might you be, young one? I do not believe we've met before."

"This is Harry." Severus said after Harry looked at him desperately. "You have never met him because he is not of my house."

"Oh? What house are you in, then?"

"He is in Gryffindor. Now please-"

"Severus! Let the boy answer for himself!"

"He does not speak, Mother." Severus glanced over to see Harry looking at him in shock. "Yes, Harry. Meet my mother, Eileen Prince."

Harry gave a sweet looking smile and waved. Eileen smiled sadly at the poor boy behind her son. "Oh, dear. I am sorry, little one. What happened to cause this, or were you born like this?"

"He was born to speak. He is, after all, the-boy-who-lived." Harry glared at him. Oh, how he hated being called that. "But according to what I know so far, his relatives were abusive." He let his mother figure out the rest.

"You poor dear." Eileen said moments after Severus had explained to the best of his ability. Harry shook his head and smiled, as if to say it was alright. Eileen smiled back. "You have a beautiful smile, Harry." Harry dropped his eyes to the ground, blushing, but continued to smile.

Severus watched this, amazed that what he saw of the boys' summer, he could still manage to smile. He shook himself out of this state, and moved to sit behind his desk, motioning for Harry to sit. He then turned to the portrait of his mother. "If you do not mind, Mother, will you please leave for awhile?"

"Now, Severus. Why would I do that?"

"In case you overhear something that shouldn't be discussed outside this room."

"Severus Snape! You should know me, your own mother, better than that! You know I do not participate in mindless gossip!" Even as she said this, she slipped out of her portrait. Before she left, she told Harry, "If you need anything dear, just tell me or ask for me." She winked and was gone.

Harry stared after her, somewhat oddly. A few seconds later, he looked at the only other person left in the room. Severus was looking at him, waiting. When Harry made eye contact with him, he began.

"Harry. Is there any possible way you would talk to me? It would make this easier…" Harry shook his head violently. Severus sighed. "Alright then. You shall have to write then." He pushed towards Harry a muggle notebook and pen. Harry eyed them wryly, as if unsure what to do with them. "You do know what those objects are, right?" Nod. "Good. Then you know how they work." Another nod. Severus nodded. "Then let us begin."

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Sorry it's so short! I just…ran out of ideas! That and life is a little stressful right now…cause my boyfriend is being the insecure, paranoid idiot that he is so…and with that, there's school, and friends, which I just found out one of my friends is dying. So I'm dedicating this chapter to her. Thank you to Fire From Above for the name of Severus' mother!! Much appreciated!

And, beta?

Until next time. Smiles all around!

Fireburst