Hey guys,

Another chapter, wow I'm really on a roll! lol anyhoo here it is, I promise I'll have another one up soon, right when I'm done sinking in homework! -_-

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MissGallagherGirl

Once Harry was done brushing his teeth and endeavoring to tame his rogue hair, he slowly opened the bathroom door and took in his surroundings once more.

So this is where Snape lives, a million questions went through Harry's mind.

Does he stay here during holidays, as well as Summer?

How many rooms does he have?

Was there a potions lab somewhere?

Or best yet, did Snape keep a diary locked up somewhere in his room.

Then again, Snape didn't really seem like the diary kind, more like personal journal, yes that was it.

A personal journal.

If Harry wasn't so tired and mentally, as well as physically drained, he would have ventured off and achieved getting himself into even more mischief, however he was too exhausted to even conjure the idea of freely wandering around Snape's private rooms.

Nevertheless, as he was walking back to the living room he noticed a particular picture hanging in another room.

Not being able to draw his eyes away from the peculiar portrait he walked closer to it and found himself facing a younger version of Snape, accompanied by a beautiful girl, they were both around Harry's age themselves.

As Harry looked more closely at the picture he noticed the girls brilliant green eyes and fiery red hair.

But the eyes, he kept looking back at them.

They held such joy, such bliss and love of life.

He was snapped back to reality by a firm hand on his ear and as he realized he was being dragged out of the room, he took one last glance at the beautiful maiden, that for some odd and unknown reason looking dauntingly familiar to him.

Snape who was not easily scared, let his heart pump a little faster when he didn't find Harry in the bathroom, but instead in his private office.

He began to worry that the idiot boy would recognize the women in the photo and reacted fast by quickly pulling the boy out of the room.

"Potter, I don't believe I set up the rules with you when we first arrived, so I will now. While in my personal rooms you will respect me at all times, try and be slightly competent, and stay out of all rooms except the kitchen, bathroom, and living room, unless I say otherwise, which I assure you, I will not. If, however their is a dire emergency, such as for say, the dark lord arrives and attempts to kidnap you, which once again, I assure you he will not, you may access my room and beg for my assistance."

At this he smirked, then looking back down at the boy, met his eyes, and asked, "Understood?"

"Yeah." Replied Harry, still glaring at Snape.

"Oh and one more thing Potter. You will always refer to me as sir or professor, but never fret, that rule applies to my private rooms, along with the rest of the school area and if we ever have the misfortune as to meet up in a public place, you may still refer respectfully to me there as well."

"Yes... sir." He replied after a moment.

Snape, pleased, turned his unlikely ward for the night, back to the living room and none the less herded him to bed, where he offered the brat a cup of tea and showed him where his pajamas were laid out, then gave him a long and stern lecture about staying in bed and threatening him that if the lights weren't out in approximately 20 minutes and he was not sound asleep, he would take a picture of him in the middle of the night and send it to the Daily Prophet.

After all of this, he pulled out a vial of dreamless sleep and handed it to the boy.

"Take it Potter, believe me you'll need it."

With that he turned around and existed the room, thankful that this nightmare was almost over!