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WARNING: This will turn into slash in later chapters! You have been warned! Again m/m, H/S, slash, yaio! If this disturbs you click away now. :)

Chap. 2

Harry and Severus stared in shock at what they had just heard the headmaster say. The two of them share quarters! Was the old fool insane they couldn't stand each other. Teaching was one thing, but living together, that was very different!

Dumbledore listened to the boys he considered sons yell at him. He knew that they didn't get along, but he knew it was because they had more in common then they thought or cared to find out. After a minute he raised his hand silencing both of them.

"I am aware of your dislike for each other, but this is the for the best. Severus you are the best person to look after young Harry right now. And Harry I assure you, you can only get better staying with your professor."

Even though they might not have liked the arrangement they knew there was no arguing with what the old wizard had said. Damn him for being right.

Knowing he had won Dumbledore smiled and said. "Well then why don't you show him to your courters Severus, then both of you get some dinner."

Agreeing, and bidding goodbye to the headmaster Harry and Severus took their leave. Harry trailed after the lived potions master through the dank dungeons to a portrait of Salazar Slytherin. "Remember this Potter for I will only say it once, Sugar root," the portrait swinging open after his words.

They entered the rooms and Harry gasped. The sitting room and kitchenette were painted light neutral colors , the floor was a dark hard wood, and the furniture was a dark leather. Along with the blazing fireplace Harry felt it was incredibly homey and welcoming.

"What you were expecting cold with Slytherin colors, Potter?" Severus sneered. Maybe, Harry thought to himself, but kept his mouth closed.

"Your room is that door there. It has its own bathroom, feel free to decorate it anyway you wish," Severus said shortly, pointing to a door Harry had a feeling hadn't been there before.

Harry nodded in thanks then made his way to the door that would take him into his new room. Right as he reached the door he heard Snapes voice behind him, "Potter I'm going to have a house elf bring dinner. Just so I know how much to get, when was the last time you ate?"

Harry barley turned his head before responding quietly, "A week and a half ago, sir." He then entered his room not wanting to see the shocked expression on his professor's face.

Severus stood in his sitting room in shock. It had been a week and a half since the boy had last eaten. How was he still functioning? And if he could, how often did this starvation happen? He quickly called a house elf and ordered dinner for himself and two plates of light foods for Potter, knowing the boy wouldn't be able to hold down much after not eating.

Harry looked at the room he was now standing in. It was large and roomy. It had white walls, a beige carpet, a white wood wardrobe, a white desk which Hedwig's cage had been set on, and a queen sized bed also white. His trunk was set next to the wardrobe waiting to be unpacked. Snape had said he could decorate it anyway he wished, so he set to work.

He made the walls a soft cream color and left the carpet beige. All the furniture was made a dark oak finish, and he made the bed spread and sheets a simple black and white pattern. Happy with his work he set to unpacking his belongings. He put all his school supplies in and on his desk, his cloths neatly in the wardrobe, and brought his toiletries in to the bathroom.

When he entered the bathroom he was shocked. There was a large tub, and a separate shower. The sink was set in a long counter that had many drawers and several cabinets. Everything was white and all the fixtures were silver. Fresh, plush towels were hung on the racks, near the sink and shower. He couldn't help but wonder what he would do with all this space.

He was walking back into his room when there was a knock at his door, "Come in." Even if he hadn't he was sure Snape would have come in anyway.

Snape barley entered the room, but took a quick look around before talking. He noted there was a lack of Gryffindor colors, how odd, he mused. "Dinner has arrived, Potter." He then promptly exited the room.

Harry walked into the kitchenette where Severus was already seated at a small kitchen table eating. He sat in the seat opposite the potions master and began to eat slowly at the large amount of food on his plate. The two ate in silence for most of their meal, before Severus spoke.

"We will begin your Occulemency lessons tomorrow afternoon, Potter. And your dreamless sleep has been placed on the nightstand by your bed by a house elf," he spoke shortly and to the point. He saw no reason for small talk with the annoying brat. He may now be sharing his rooms but he would not act friendly to a person he had made a point of disliking for almost five years.

"Thank you sir," Harry said politely. He may not like the slimy git, but he was helping Harry and letting him stay in his rooms. For that Harry was extremely grateful.

Surprised by the politeness, but determined to keep his persona of the most feared, and meanest professor at Hogwarts, he said, "I wouldn't express your thanks yet Potter. Occulemency is a difficult skill to master, and if you struggle with this as much as you do with potions it could take exceedingly long for you to master."

"Professor, did you ever consider I may not have a problem brewing potions it may be the instructions?" He didn't say it snidely, or rudely he just said it as though they were having an average conversation.

"Potter I write the directions out so simply a monkey could fallow them," Severus bit out angrily. Was the Potter brat really questioning his ability to give instruction?

"No, no that's not what I meant, sir. What I meant was, I sit in the back and the instructions are at the front of the room on a black bored," Harry quickly rephrased his earlier statement so Snape could understand what he meant.

Severus suddenly understood. It made sense, if the boys' guardians starved him why would they get him the correct eye prescription. "Potter have you ever even had an eye exam?"

"No, sir, Aunt Petunia wouldn't take me, she said freaks didn't deserve to see. I got my glasses from a neighbor at their garage sale before they moved," Harry admitted sheepishly.

Severus was even more surprised. The boy was answering all his questions and without any sarcasm or hate. He was starting to change the way Severus viewed him, as the Potter brat, the Golden Boy, the spawn of his worst enemy, and ex-best friend. He was not happy about this development.

Thinking quickly Severus picked up his wand and did a quick spell, which would tell him the correct prescription for Harry's eyes. It was completely off from the young man's current one. "Potter would you allow me to see your glasses I would like to correct your prescription."

"Sure," Harry said handing over his glasses. Snape corrected the lenses then carefully handed the glasses back to Harry. Putting them on Harry was shocked to see how clear everything really was. It seemed everything even color of things had intensified. "Wow, this is amazing, really. Thank you sir."

"You're welcome Potter, but I only did it so you could properly see in lessons. Hopefully now you won't be so dreadful at potions," Severus said to cover up his amazement towards the boy he had always despised.

"Trust me, sir, I'll do much better now. But if you'll please excuse me, I'm going to go to bed. Good night, sir," Harry said politely before standing up from the table.

"Good night Mister Potter," Severus replied curtly.

Harry changed into his nightclothes and prepared for bed. After laying down his now corrected glasses he picked up the vial of dreamless sleep. He downed the electric blue contents in one gulp. He felt himself become drowsy, then snugly fell into a comfortable sleep.

Severus was sitting in his favorite armchair thinking about the events that had passed that night. In one evening Ha-Potter, Severus corrected himself, had changed the way Severus saw him. He believed the boy to an arrogant prat. Just because he was famous, and was simply James Potter's son. He hadn't even bothered to really see the boy for who he was. Immediately when he saw the mini James Potter look alike, he hated the boy. He had hated the boy even more, because he had his mother's eyes. Lily's eyes. The woman that had been his first and only true friend, but he hadn't spoken to her since fifth year because he had made a stupid mistake. No, he told himself, it had to be a fluke the boy was just acting this way, because he was exhausted. By morning he would be back obnoxious self.

He was pulled from his musings by a scream. Potter had gone to bed around four hours ago, and he had taken a dreamless sleep draught he shouldn't be able to dream at all. He ran into the boy's room to see the young Gryffindor thrashing in his bed still asleep. Severus ran over to him and tried shaking the boy awake. "Potter, Potter wake up!" He called over and over again. Suddenly the boy's eyes flew open and he backed into the corner of his bed.

"I-I'm s-sorry Uncle Vernon! Please d-don't hurt me. D-don't say I c-can't eat p-please," Harry stuttered eyes tightly closed as though waiting to receive a blow.

Severus tried using the boy's first name, "Harry, Harry it's okay. I'm Professor Snape not your uncle. Here," He handed the boy his glasses so he could see who was speaking to him.

"P-professor," Harry said putting on his glasses, "I-I'm sorry. I had a vision. I guess the dreamless sleep doesn't block out Voldemort."

Severus nodded in understanding and replied, "I suppose not. I'm sorry about that. That's why we'll be starting your Occulemency lessons tomorrow, but right now it is rather late and you should try to go back to sleep."

A look of pure fear crossed Harry's face, "I-I can't, s-sir. Th-That vision was barley through I know I'll see m-more if I go b-back to sleep n-now."

"Then why don't you come and join me in the sitting room for some tea?" Severus asked the scared boy. Never in a million years had he thought he'd be offering comfort to Gryffindors Golden Boy.

Nodding Harry replied, "Yes, thank you, sir."

They both exited the room Harry going to sit in one of the armchairs and Severus to prepare the tea. After setting up a tea try with some scones and chocolate he went to join Harry by the fire. He set the tray on the coffee table and took a seat in his favorite chair.

They sat in silence for awhile just enjoying the quiet. Though both wanted to talk to the other. Severus found himself fascinated by the fact that Harry was so, so, well such an individual. He thought that without the other two thirds of the Golden Trio, that the boy would be helpless. Yet still snotty, and arrogant, but he wasn't he was quiet and polite. It fascinated him. Harry wanted to speak, because he knew Severus would understand. He served under the Dark Lord, had seen the horrible things that Harry saw night after night.

"So Mister Potter, if I may ask why are you not with the Weasels and Miss Granger?" Severus asked snidely.

"Hermione went to France with her parents, and Ron has all his brothers at home right now. I don't want to be trouble for them," Harry answered staring into his cup of tea.

Really, Severus thought with a huff, as if the Weasly's would notice one extra child, "Really Potter do you seriously think you could bother that family? I highly doubt they would mind another mouth."

"It's not that, sir, it's rare that all the Weasly's are together. Normally Bill, or Charlie are busy with work. I don't want to intrude on that moment," was the boy's reply.

Severus couldn't help almost choking on his tea. A Potter being considerate he'd never heard such a thing. He had no retort to what he'd just heard. So they again sat in silence until yet again Severus' curiosity almost drove him insane.

"Potter what was your vision of?" He couldn't help it. The dark lord hadn't called to him, so he knew it wasn't something the man considered immensely important.

Harry sat for several minutes before a look of pure disgust crossed his features, "He was torturing muggle's. For fun. Performing curio on them. What that thing considers amusing his highly disturbing, and he haunts me with it night after night."

For what he thought the millionth time that night Severus was shocked into silence. Every night this boy was exposed to the torture of innocent people. It was one thing for the Dark Lord to subject his followers to his sick games, but an innocent boy. It was sick. "Well you won't have to see it much longer. Your mind will soon be blocked from his insanity."

"Maybe, but I still know he's doing it. And I won't let myself forget that until I've put him six feet under for the hell he's given everyone," was Harry's response. Severus had never seen such a dark look cross the young man's features. It looked so out of place there.

Harry looked at the clock for a moment before turning back to Severus, "It's been over an hour, he should have finished by now. I think I'll go back to bed. Will the potion still be affective now?"

"Yes it should be fine, goodnight," Severus said flatly still shocked from the boy's dark tone.

Nodding Harry stood and made his way to his room. After the boy had left Severus still sat in his chair thinking about what the boy had said, and how now he, Severus, was starting to regret the way he'd always treated the boy.

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