Chapter 3

Previously on Is There a Difference Between a House and a Home

Harry thought of starting his summer homework, this being the first summer he would actually have proper time to think and do it; but he made no move to get up. He couldn't move himself off the bench, he was sure that his mum must have sat on countless times. Maybe with her parents, Petunia, and his Dad. He looked at his surroundings at all the different houses, that had nothing in common. They each had their own individual personality. House one: was a brown house, so Harry envisioned people like Hermione's parents. Just ordinary people, with ordinary lives. Nothing to special about them. House two: A house that was painted a bright pink color. He imagined these people as the Weasley's a big family, with lots of children. Specifically, he thought of the twins and how he could actually see them one day turning their house pink. Laughing while Mrs. Weasley got flustered and yelled at them to change them back to the original color; also the twins arguing how it looks better pink.

Harry didn't notice the figure approaching him, "Mr. Potter, I believed I told you to return to your Aunt's residence."

Maybe if Harry ignored him, he would go away. Snape would think he's an idiot and just leave him alone, but then again when did anything go right in Harry's life.

"Mr. Potter, I believed, I asked you a question." Many thoughts went through Harry's head about what he should reply to the Professor. He couldn't kick Harry out now that Rose knows that he exists.

"Professor Snape, how come you never told me you knew my mother?" Harry used the tactic of answering a question with a question, to distract the person. Harry after all the Heir of Slytherin, might as well try to use Slytherin tactics; but if Harry thought he could out Slytherin the head of Slytherin's he was mistaken.

"If I'm not mistaken that is my personal business, and now answer the question why aren't you at Privet Drive with Petunia." Harry still wondered how Snape knew exactly where he lived. He wondered why he never told his Grandmother he was alive; Snape must have had some type of idea that she thought he was dead.

Harry huffed at getting his question ignored, "I told you sir, my relatives kicked me out. It's not your fault you are not willing to believe me." Harry often wondered about courage, and thought how it was a funny thing. How one moment you have it and then the next, it's completely gone. With just one look from Snape, Harry felt his remarks fade in his throat.

"And, I told you Potter that I did not believe you. You shall return to you relatives this instance and never come back to this residence." Harry's green eyes blazed when Snape told him to never come back to his Rose's house. How could someone, who wasn't even related to him nor Rose demand him to stop coming to her house.

"Excuse me sir, I believe you have no jurisdiction about whether I see my Grandmother or not. Matter of fact, I am at a relative's house. So I'll just go in. See you at the start of school, Professor Snape." Severus's mouth stayed open as he was appalled at what Potter said, even more when Harry walked back into the house without knocking on the door. Harry would be lying if he didn't have a big smile on his face as he slammed the door in his Professor's face. He ignored the knock on the door in favor of going to the room his Grandmother gave him.

It was weird for Harry to truly have a room of his own, Rose had talked earlier about going to the store to get furniture and decoration for the room. Harry felt like it wasn't needed as long as it had a bed in it; it was already perfect. What made the room fully perfect was the album laying on the desk. It was an album full of family pictures, towards the end some had even included James. Harry cherished the ones Hagrid gave him, but these felt more real, right coming from another family member. Someone who knew his mum better than she knew herself.

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Rose was in the kitchen making lunch for her and Harry, she wanted to hear more about Hogwarts and how it'd changed since Lily's time. Lily, the name still brought a small pang. Rose knew that no mother would ever get over their child's death. To have to bury your own children is something Rose wouldn't wish on anyone.

She would never be able to forget the double funeral for Lily and James, their graying bodies in the caskets. She wished she didn't have almost daily flashbacks of their funerals. Something Rose was confused on, was her having a strict memory of Harry's funeral. They told Rose that he was a stillborn, it was a small funeral. But since she met Harry, the memory she had of the funeral seemed more of a dream, the details kept slipping more and more away.

Rose heard and door slammed and ignored it because she knew Harry had just come into the house. A few moments later she heard knocking at the door, she again ignored it because she assumed Harry would get the door. With the knocking still persisting, Rose wiped her hands on a dish rag and walked to the door. She opened the door to reveal Severus. (A/N: I was really tempted to leave the chapter off right here)

"Hello, Rose. I was wondering if you know that a frame seeking brat just walked through your door." Rose hasn't even thought about how Severus must have known Harry was alive. He was a teacher at Hogwarts, and for 16 years he had never said anything to her about it. Oh she has a bone to pick with this young man.

"The only boy I let into this house was Harry, my grandson." She watched as Severus's face held a range of emotions until he became emotionless.

"So, you know then?" he asked flatly. Rose motioned for Severus to come in so they wouldn't have this conversation on the porch.

"Sixteen years, sixteen. Why in the bloody hell did you not mention my Grandson was alive? All this time, I thought he was dead. I remember his burial Severus." There were a few times in his life that Rose actually scared him, these were one of those times.

"I was unable to tell you because of Professor Dumbledore" Severus internally winced at how meek his defense was. Rose sat on the other side of many rants of where he called the old man an idiot.

Rose huffed before she responded, "You weren't allowed? you hate that man Severus. Why wasn't I told Harry was alive." Neither of them noticed a figure appear in the hallway, listening into the conversation with much interest.

Severus tried to find any reason that was valid, a good enough excuse to why she didn't let Rose know her Grandson was alive.

He looked to the floor, allowing his hair to cover his face, "I didn't tell you, he would have just put you in danger. I had already lost Lily, I couldn't lose another part of my family. It was selfish of me, but I knew Petunia would take good care of him and spoil him. I didn't see the harm in doing it."

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Harry almost laughed out loud when he heard Snape say he was sure Petunia would spoil him. She would spoil Dudley, sure, she wouldn't spare a second glance when it came to Harry. She couldn't even have been bothered to take Harry to the doctors once in his life.

"You thought he would have been spoiled by Petunia. Lord, I love my daughter but you are falsely deluded. She was jealous of her sister almost all of her life. A jealously she never got over, and she didn't have her sister as an outlet. Where do you think all of it was directed to? Harry." Aunt Petunia, was jealous of my mother? The thoughts ran through Harry mind. It actually kind of mind sense, whenever Ron would get jealous of him; he would do things to purposely hurt Harry. Harry never understood why Ron was jealous of him so often, Harry would give anything to have what Ron has.

Harry tuned back into the conversation to hear, "I could have been there for Harry, my Grandson. I would have protected him to the best of his abilities and now he's witness two people die in front of him. That's more than I've seen in my life time and I'm 54 and he's not even sixteen." It was comforting to hear Rose defending him from Snape. No one had ever done it before. From the hallway Harry heard a tapping noise coming from his room. He wanted to hear the rest of the conversation but he also wanted to see if that was Hedwig. After debating for a few moments, Harry went to go investigate the tapping. Little to surprise it was Hedwig tapping on the window. Opening quickly, Harry almost kissed his female companion. He had missed her.

Hedwig carried many items with her, a package and an abundance of letters tied to her legs. Harry rushed to his trunk to get her some treats to reward her for her hard work.

A/N: End of the chapter, I was going to write more but I wanted to post for you guys! Tell me if you liked it or not and sorry. I am crazy bad at writing confirmation scene, hopefully over time it will get better! Read and Review.