Hey guys,

Hope you enjoy and again sorry for the length, I know its not very long, anyways without further ado, I present to you chapter 8! :p

~MissGallagherGirl~

The walk to the dungeons was a quiet one and the deeper down they got, the colder and drearier it became. And the louder Harry's sniffles grew.

As they began to descend yet another staircase, Snape finally lost it after a particularly loud whimper, turning around and halting, meeting the bright emerald eyes of one Harry Potter, that were now glistening with just shed tears, Snape carefully hissed, in a low silky voice,

"Mr. Potter if you do not cease this foolish sniveling and get a hold of yourself, I will give you something to truly cry about".

He said, while pulling out his wand threateningly.

This sobered Harry up immediately and he desisted from his constant whimpers.

Snape, pleased that the boy had finally stopped, looked down at Harry again and asked,

"So we're clear?"

Harry nodded his head.

"A verbal answer please..."

"Yes sir", Harry murmured, looking down so he didn't have to meet the eyes that were now glaring a hole into his head.

"Good now get a move on, you need as much sleep as you can get, and I myself am beginning to feel quite tired."

Snape once again began to make his way down to his chambers, while dragging Harry's (now aching) arm with him.

As they came to halt at two large wooden doors, both with metal brasts, Harry began to realize where he was.

"You live here", he asked, his natural curiosity getting the better of him.

Snape opened the door and pulled the disheveled looking boy in, then after closing and warding the door, he turned around and addressed his uninvited guest.

Raising an eyebrow he asked, "did you believe I slept in my classroom?"

Harry had never before given thought to exactly where the teachers slept or spent their weekends and was now throughly surprised.

He looked up dumbly and with a shocked voice he said, "so you like sleep in here and everything?"

Snape, who had finally reached his breaking point, cuffed Harry on the head and replied,

"insolent boy, do you ever use that pitiful excuse of a brain that Minerva foolishly insists you have?"

Harry glaring at Snape and now remembering exactly why he was his most hated professor responded angrily by turning his back and in a frustrated voice saying,

"fine then, I would much rather spend the night in my dorm then with the greasy bat of the dungeons!"

Snape still mad from Harry's outburst before in his classroom, whispered in a deadly voice,

"Mr. Potter you will not be leaving this chamber tonight seeing that you've just made an attempt on your life, sadly without the Golden Boy, Protecter of the Wizarding World, we would all be doomed to the wrath of the Dark Lord, believe me, if you were not the said savior you are, I myself would have killed you long ago, now I strongly suggest you hold your tongue, as you know I am not a man of great patience and the fact that I haven't murdered you yet still leaves me flabbergasted, so if you would like to spend the rest of this joyous... slumber party unharmed I recommend you remain silent."

Harry was about to spat "go to hell", but just as he was about to open his mouth, he realized that he no longer had the ability to talk, the greasy bat.

Snape meanwhile was tucking his wand back into his robes, with a smirk on his face.

It was definitely going to be a long night... for the both of them.