(A/N: I APOLOGISE FOR THE WAIT IT WAS A HORRIBLE AND BUSY SUMMER AND THEN SCHOOL STARTED!

Ollivander probably will not be important to this story. I just wanted someone from the magical world in the shelter. I was going to use Luna but that is over used)

Severus Snape sat at his desk in his house at Spinner's End, working on his lesson plan for the next school year, when he heard an owl tapping at his window. He sat down his quill and rubbed his tired eyes. Rising from his chair he approached the window; when he saw the snowy owl, he frowned. The child wouldn't write to him with Hedwig unless it was urgent. Severus opened the window and the owl entered, landing on an empty corner of his desk and held out her leg.

Severus untied the letter, got out a few owl treats from a desk drawer and sat back in his chair to read the message.

When he finished the short note, he cast the charm to reveal the nearest aparation point. He sat back and rubbed his tired eyes. He scribbled a note, saying he would be there tomorrow at noon,on grey parchment. "Can't that child stay safe for two minutes?" He asked the snowy owl with wry amusement.

Hooting in agreement the beautiful white owl held out her leg, obviously eager to get back the her be-speckled master. Severus tied the note to her leg with a black ribbon and sent her off. Sitting back behind his desk, he continued his previous task. By the time he finished it was nearly midnight, so he retired to his room to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

Harry sat in the common area chatting and playing chess for a time, then simply sat in silence when Ollivander retired to his room. It was only five in the afternoon but to Harry it felt like a lifetime since he had left his relatives house. Harry could feel the gaze of the room's other occupants on him, but did his best to ignore them. After a while, one man got brave and came to sit in he seat Ollivander had vacated across from Harry.

"So... You know that weird old guy? How did you meet someone like that?"

Harry considered his answer carefully, "I met him when I was eleven. I have only talked to him a few times since then but he has made a huge impact on my life. He went missing a few months ago and no one could find him. I am just happy he is okay."The man nodded in understanding.

At eight, Harry was dosing peacefully, curled up in the same chair. When Hedwig tapped on the window, Harry was half way across the room before anyone else could even register what the sound was. He let the owl in and she landed on his shoulder. He untied the rolled up grey parchment and sat in a chair next to the window, Hedwig opted to sit on his lap and hopped off his shoulder.

Idiot child,

I'll be there at noon. You can buy me lunch. Don't send a reply. Stay safe.

-S

Harry chuckled. That was so Severus. It was a good thing Harry carried some muggle money along with his galleons. With that thought Harry let the owl out and went up to bed

It was dark. Air was swirling around him. He couldn't breathe. Suddenly, a light flares. All around him are the faces of the deceased. They were all glaring at him. Among the faces were James, Lily, Cedric, and Sirius.

Harry was handing his guilt and grief well until the accusations started.

"Why didn't you warn me? You had time to stop him! You could have just taken the cup like I told you!"

"If you had just learned occlumency like we told you I wouldn't have had to go save your arse! Why the hell would I, a wanted man, leave the safety of Grimmuald Place?!"

"Pfft. This is the child we sacrificed ourselves for! A weak little boy who can't even stand up to a few measly muggles!"

Tears were streaming down Harry's face. "None of it was my fault! I can't know everything! I am just a kid!"

The dream shifted into a horrible montage of their deaths played over and over again. Even worse were the occasional scenes containing his uncle.

When Snape entered the shelter at noon the next day, he was not expecting all the residents to be huddled in the lobby in their pyjamas talking nervously. He spotted the only woman in the room, obviously the only staff member, and made his way over to her.

"Excuse me Miss, why is everyone out here?"

She turned to him with worried eyes. "Our new resident is having a nightmare but no one can wake him up." As if on cue there was a screech from the stairway. Severus took off running and stopped in the doorway. Flailing on the bed was Harry. His face was wet with tears and he was mumbling apologies.

Oh, that poor child. Knowing the boy's history it wasn't hard to guess what he was dreaming about. Severus had found the child like this before and nothing seemed to calm him. That is until Severus had started singing and humming.

So Severus approached the teen and when he was close enough, he started to sing. Harry started to calm and Severus sat on the bed and pulled the distraught boy into his lap. As he continued to sing and rock the too small teen, the boy was slowly gaining consciousness.

Once aware of his surroundings and who was holding him, Harry curled up in Severus' lap.

"Hey, Harry. Are you okay now?"

"Yeah, I just wish I would quit having dreams about them. I know better than to believe what they say but I can't handle seeing them die over and over again."

"Shh, I know. I have similar Dreams about mother." Harry looked at him questioningly. "I will tell you another time."

Harry nodded and climbed out of the mans lap. "I'll change clothes and then we can go." The teen disappeared into the bathroom for a moment and came back ready to leave. Severus waved his wand and shrunk the luggage, putting it in his pocket.

"Let's go, Harry. I'll buy lunch."