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A/N: Warning. This chapter has a scene that includes self mutilation, if you don't want to read something of that nature I advise you to skip that part. And don't say I didn't warn you, I personally don't find it that bad, but everyone has a different perspective.

Dedication: I would like to dedicate Mysterious Ancestry to the loving memory of Purray, she passed on last night. She was an extremely affectionate Burmese cat, and she will be sorely missed.

Chapter 5

Hermione was finally alone; she had been with at least one person all day. She had felt like crying all day, but she liked to avoid crying in front of others if she could help it. Ginny had been moved to another room; Mrs. Weasley had said a Head Girl should have her own room.

Hermione was just lying on her bed; she knew if she fell asleep she would have nightmares. But she knew staying awake wouldn't help either. When awake, her mind always wanders to the sight of her mangled father, and her mother falling dead beside her.

Tears started welling up in her eyes, her lower lip started quivering, and her breath hitched. She knew if she couldn't calm down she would have an anxiety attack. She tried to think of something else, she started recited the twelve uses of dragons blood, but she couldn't banish the images of her mother and father. The tears were now pouring down her face and her breathing became quick and strained.

Hermione was struggling to breathe, which made her panic more, increasing the severity of the anxiety attack. She had to calm herself or her throat would close and she would pass out. She forced herself out of bed and into the bathroom. Her whole body shaking, she opened the top right drawer and grabbed her razor blade. She had one with her always, just in case. She hadn't done this in months.

Hermione slid down the bathroom wall until she was on the tiled floor. She pulled up her black silk nightgown to her hips. She would only cut her upper thighs, so if she wanted to wear shorts or a skirt she wouldn't have to be embarrassed. Some people think cutters cut for attention; some probably do, but not Hermione.

Her hands trembling, she made the first cut, deep enough to draw blood, but not too deep. She continued making cuts on her thighs. Her mind gradually cleared, and her breathing slowed and deepened, and she stopped shaking. Concentrating on the pain she was causing herself calmed her down. At a total of eleven fresh cuts, she was completely calm.

Hermione stood up and grabbed the cup beside the sink. She put a layer of peroxide on the bottom and dropped her razor into it. She looked through the drawers, trying to find some gauze, but there wasn't any. There was some in the first aid kit in the kitchen, so she headed out of the bathroom and out of her room, and snuck quietly down the stairs.

Hermione walked across the kitchen towards the neon orange kit on the far wall. She opened it and grabbed some gauze and tape, and then sat down in a chair and placed her feet on the seat across from her. She hiked up her nightgown again, but before she could put the gauze on the cuts;

"Miss Bourge, what is the meaning of those cuts?" the silky voice of Snape said to her right.

She silently cursed; she didn't even hear him come in. She put the gauze over her cuts, pressing down to stem the blood flow. "I don't know what you're talking about, Professor Snape." Hermione said, looking into his eyes, trying to appear innocent.

She was challenging him; she wasn't sure how she felt about her real name. And she definitely didn't want him to know about her stress reliever.

He didn't like her attitude, and her reaction confirmed his suspicions. "You aren't skilled at lying, and don't forget I am still your teacher." Snape snapped.

Hermione taped the gauze down, and stood up, pulling her nightgown down. She glared at Snape, "It is none of your business," she said coldly, "sir." She added in mock respect. She turned on her heel and went to leave. When she reached the door she turned around, "Why are you here?" she asked, confused.

"I am chaperoning the trip to Diagon Alley in the morning." Snape said. He looked her up and down, briefly pausing on her nicely toned legs, and smirked. "Do you normally wear skimpy clothing in other people's homes?" he asked, "if you do, you're more then welcome at my home anytime." He added in an undertone, Hermione didn't hear it though.

She looked down at her black silk nightgown that stopped mid-thigh and blushed. "I borrowed it from Ginny; I needed something clean to wear seeing as all I have is one pair of pajamas with me. She said I was getting to old for flannel pj's with sheep on them." She had no idea why she was sharing that with him. "Anyway, I need to grab some stuff from my house. Could you take me there after Diagon Alley?" she asked.

"No, I'm sorry, but your house was completely destroyed by an explosion caused by Lucius Malfoy before he apparated away." Snape replied, his voice completely devoid of emotion. "The muggles were told it was a gas explosion."

"Oh," was all she said in reply before leaving for bed.

Severus sat down and flicked his wand at the teapot, and the teapot started making tea. He sat in quiet reflection, debating whether to tell Dumbledore or not. She obviously didn't want anyone to know, and telling Dumbledore wouldn't help, because he would try to make her stop by giving her an ultimatum. Ultimatums don't work and he knew that from first-hand knowledge. When she'd ready to stop she would go to someone for help but until then he would keep quiet. He sighed; he wished he could have seen the look on Minerva's face when he told her that her favorite student wasn't so perfect. He wondered if Madame Pomfrey new about her habit. 'Probably, she was good about the doctor, patient confidentiality.' He thought to himself.

The whistling of the teapot brought him out of his thoughts, and he went to pore himself the tea. That's when Remus arrived and sat down. "You want a cup of tea?" Severus asked.

"Yes please, thank you." Remus said, taking the cup offered to him.

Severus sat down, putting a silencing charm on the room. He sipped his tea, waiting for the onslaught of questions to begin. Dumbledore was busy in a meeting at the ministry, so he had to give his report to Remus.

"So, why don't you start from when you were called." Remus said, leaning back in his chair, preparing for a long story.

FLASHBACK:

Severus had just had breakfast in his chambers, and sat down to read the latest issue of Potions Weekly. Oreo jumped up on the sofa beside him, laid down and started purring. He started to pet her and he scratched under her chin where she liked it.

The all too familiar prickling sensation on his forearm started. He had to be quick, for every minute after the mark started to burn the prickling sensation would get worse and if you didn't apparate to the Dark Lord's side before half an hour was up you would succumb to a cruciatus curse. The sick bastard.

Severus quickly changed into his death eater garb, and grabbed his mask as he headed out of his chambers and to the forbidden forest. When he got there he apparated, and appeared in a clearing in the Black Forests. With his mask in place he swiftly made his way towards the strange temple.

The temple looked like an ancient Aztec ruin, with vines all over the outside. It appeared that only the inner circle was present as he situated himself in his place in the circle. The Dark Lord was sitting in his throne, with snakes carved into the arms, and there was a miniature clone of it right beside his.

When everyone arrived the Dark Lord rose from his throne, and everyone went to their knees and bowed their heads.

"Rise, my minions." The snakelike voice said. When everyone was on their feet he continued. "I called you here today, because one of you failed me last night. Lucius, I expected better from my right-hand. Come forward." Lucius fell to his knees, head low, as he crawled towards the Dark Lord.

"Crucio," The Dark Lord yelled. Lucius writhed on the floor, his mask falling off in the process. The Dark Lord smirked and watched him for a minute before ending the curse.

Lucius quickly straightened himself, staying on his knees; being slow was showing weakness, and showing weakness in front of the Dark Lord is like signing your own death warrant.

The Dark Lord smiled maliciously at Lucius, "I find that even the best still occasionally need to be taught lessons in pain. Why would you take the time, which allowed for her rescue, to explain yourself to her?"

Lucius answered quickly, "My Lord, you ordered me to explain." Keeping his head bowed, trying not to offend the Dark Lord more.

"Crucio," the Dark Lord yelled again, keeping the curse on Lucius longer than the last time. "Lucius, I think you're losing your touch."

The red eyes of the Dark Lord landed right on Severus and chills ran up his spine. "Severus, explain to Lucius what he should have done.

Severus bowed to the Dark Lord, and then stepped towards the middle of the circle. "As you wish, my lord," Severus started, "Lucius should have stunned and disarmed her, and then apparated instantly to your side with her. Explanations can be done after the mission is completed." Then Severus bowed again and stepped back into his place in the circle.

"There you have it Lucius; you made a rookie mistake last night. You know what happens to you now don't you." The Dark Lord stated.

For the first time in Severus's existent he saw fear in Lucius. He was so surprised he almost gasped aloud. Almost. "Please. My lord, I'll never make a mistake again." Lucius said with a quaver. And for the first time Severus saw Lucius grovel, and again he almost gasped aloud. Something had changed about Lucius; never would a Malfoy grovel or show fear, they may pretend to in front of the Dark Lord, but this was genuine.

The Dark Lord looked disgusted with Lucius right now, "Wormtail, get the Bogart." The rat squeaked like he had been trodden on, and then scampered out the side door.

Everyone in the circle was silent, staring, baffled at the shaking with fear form at the Dark Lord's feet. Wracking sobs were coming from Lucius, and the Dark Lord was getting more disgusted every second. Wormtail finally arrived ten tense minutes later carrying a large briefcase.

The Dark Lord beckoned Wormtail forward, and took the briefcase from him. "Now I will make your worst fear come true." The Dark Lord spat, red eyes glinting dangerously. He then unclasped the briefcase and let the Bogart out. Everyone, except the Dark Lord and Lucius, gasped aloud.

There laying spread- eagled on the stone floor, was a bogart Narcissa Malfoy. Her expressions were completely relaxed, and her dead, lifeless eyes stared at the ceiling, indicating death by Avada Kedavra.

Lucius wailed and buried his head in his hands. Everyone was shocked that Lucius cared about his wife. There was so much evidence to the contrary, that most didn't believe it, thinking he had managed to fool the bogart somehow.

The Dark Lord flicked his wand at the bogart Narcissa, and she flew into the briefcase. Wormtail snapped it closed and disappeared through the side door again.

"Bella, fetch Narcissa." The Dark Lord ordered. After she had disappeared, The Dark Lord grabbed Lucius' wrist, pushing back his sleeve, uncovering the dark mark. "Lucius Malfoy, right-hand to Lord Voldemort is hereby demoted to rookie, 3rd class." The Dark Lord said, touching the tip of his wand to Lucius' dark mark. Lucius hissed through clenched teeth as the scent of burning flesh permeated the air.

There had never before been such a dishonor, such as rookie 3rd class placed upon an inner circle member. Most are demoted to outer circle, some to rookie 1st class, and in rare cases; rookie 2nd class. Lucius was now as lowly as a recruit.

Bellatrix returned pulling Narcissa along behind her, "My Lord," she bowed and took her place in the circle.

Narcissa spared a fleeting glance for her husband before standing tall, nose in the air, regarding the Dark Lord with contempt. Severus had to admit, she had a spine of steel.

Narcissa continued to regard the Dark Lord this way, "Why, may I ask, am I here, my lord." She asked, sarcasm laced into every word.

"You, Narcissa, are here to assist me in teaching your husband a lesson in pain." The Dark Lord said a maniacal gleam in his eyes.

Narcissa walked forward until she was within arm's reach of the Dark Lord. "Very well then." She smirked a Malfoy smirk, and then returned to the contemptuous look. She squared her shoulders, never backing down. If she was going to die tonight, then she would die with her dignity intact. Bella had obviously informed her of her imminent death.

Lucius' sobbing continued to increase in volume, and the maniacal gleam in the Dark Lord's eyes became more sinister. "Avada Kedavra." The Dark Lord shouted, a hungry look appearing. "Put him in the dungeons." The Dark Lord sat in his throne, the blood lust still in his eyes.

Ironically enough, Narcissa landed in the exact same spot the bogart had occupied not even fifteen minutes before. The Dark Lord waved his wand at Narcissa, her body disintegrating into miniscule dust particles. "I need a new right hand, and since Severus is my left I will promote him to right. Severus step forward." The Dark Lord said, pushing himself out of his throne and positioning himself in the centre of the circle.

Severus strode forward, joining the Dark Lord in the centre. The only time you were not required to bow to him, was during a promotion.

"Severus has been faithful to me since the beginning. He has undertaken the mission of spying on Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix for me. Even at personal risk to himself. Severus, Left hand to Lord Voldemort, I hereby promote you to right hand." The Dark Lord said, touching the tip of his wand to Severus's dark mark. "Severus, move to your new position in the circle." Severus took Lucius' vacated spot.

"Bella, come forward." The Dark Lord said, Bella striding forward, hooded eyes twinkling with triumph. "Bella, my sweet, you are the first woman Death Eater to make it this far, and you have also been faithful to me from the beginning. Bellatrix, Inner Circle member, Lord Voldemort's elites, I hereby promote you to Left Hand." He touched his wand to her dark mark, and then she took Severus' old spot.

The Dark Lord again sat in his throne, his gaze sweeping past everyone in the circle, and landing on Severus. "Where are they keeping my Hermione?" The Dark Lord asked.

'Sick' Severus said to himself, barely disguising his shudder. He bowed and stepped forward. "My lord, the Order is keeping her at their headquarters, and Dumbledore won't let her leave without protection from now on." Severus bowed again, waiting to be dismissed, or asked another question.

"Does she know of the prophecy?" The Dark Lord asked.

"No, but she may know by the end of the day." He said, trying to look servile. The prophecy was given by Trelawney, when the headmaster had gone to visit her after she had finished moving in to the tower. A recruit had heard it; hoping to gain favor with the Dark Lord he rushed to tell him, after he told him everything he heard, the Dark Lord killed him. "My lord, if I may?" he asked.

"You may." The snake man said.

"After she has been at Hogwarts for awhile, the security will most likely become lax, and we may have another chance of getting her. Maybe, some time around Christmas." Severus began, "You could send her an invite around then, and I'll try to persuade her to our side before then." His heart was beating rapidly. If he didn't take this plan he didn't know how long they all would have to prepare.

"That sounds good, but how are you going to persuade her to our side?" the Dark Lord asked, his mind working a mile a minute.

Severus removed his mask, looked into the Dark Lord's eyes and smirked, "I have my ways."

END FLASHBACK

Severus leaned back in his chair, he was exhausted, and just wanted to go to bed. He had just finished relating the gist of what happened at the meeting, so Remus could report to Dumbledore tomorrow while he escorted the golden trio and family to Diagon Alley. He was insanely curious about Lucius right now; he would have to remember to ask Dumbledore about it.

Severus stood up abruptly, startling Remus out of his thoughts. "I'm tired, Goodnight." And he swept out of the kitchen, not waiting for a reply.

Ron awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs wafting through the bedroom door. Mouth watering, stomach grumbling, he jumped out of bed, and took a quick shower and dressed in record time. He ran down the hall, slid down the banister, and ran into the kitchen, seating himself between Harry and Hermione.

Ron piled eggs, bacon, sausages, and pancakes in a heap on his plate. He grabbed the maple syrup and covered everything on his plate in it. He was practically drooling as he dug into his breakfast with a fork.

"I'm surprised he didn't use his hands." He heard from across the table. Ron looked up into the eyes of the dreaded potions master, a disgusted sneer on his face. Ron looked to Hermione, "aut ee ooin ear?" he asked her.

Hermione just looked perplexed and disgusted. "Ron, don't talk with your mouth full, you're not an animal."

"I beg to differ." Professor Snape said, sneering at Ron.

Hermione gave him a reproachful look, "keep acting like a child and you'll find we'll start treating you like one." She said to Snape. She put her fork down and pushed her untouched plate of eggs and bacon away from herself.

Ginny, who was sitting across the table from her, pushed the plate back in front of her, "Hermione, eat some of your breakfast."

Hermione scowled at her, "I'm not hungry. Ron's display made me lose my appetite." She said to Ginny. Hermione had eaten little the day before and she couldn't bring herself to eat at all today. She was used to Ron eating like a pig; she had become immune to it in their 2nd year.

Ron finally managed to swallow the food that was in his mouth. "What is he doing here?" he repeated.

Hermione gave him a disapproving look, "Ron, he's sitting right in front of you, surely you could ask him yourself." She said in a condescending tone.

Ron turned to the professor, "Why are you here?" he asked.

"Mr. Weasley, we may not be at school, but I still expect to be addressed with respect." Snape said, looking down his nose at him.

"He's escorting us all to Diagon Alley." Mrs. Weasley said, tired of their bickering.

Snape glared at her, and Ron smiled triumphantly before shoveling more of his breakfast into his mouth.

After everyone was finished eating Mrs. Weasley ushered everyone towards the fireplace. She grabbed the flowerpot of floo powder and stood beside the fireplace. Everyone grabbed a handful and went through the floo to the Leaky Cauldron.

When everyone was accounted for they were split into two groups; Mrs. Weasley took Fred, George, and Ron. Professor Snape took Harry, Hermione, and Ginny.

They filed through the stone archway, Mrs. Weasley's group heading towards Madame Malkins Robes for all Occasions, and Snape's group heading towards Gringott's wizarding bank.

They walked up to Griphook and they all clambered into a railway car. They careened through the dark passages until they stopped at Harry's vault. He filled his bag with galleons, sickles, and Knuts, and then they were off again. They stopped at vault 902, the goblin pushing everyone, making them back away from the vault door. "Stand back." Griphook said, running his finger down the centre of the vault door. The door clicked open and Snape went inside, grabbing some money and then they were off towards Hermione's vaults.

The car went down a left helix for 60 feet before branching to the right, stopping at vault 2020. Everyone clambered out of the car, Ginny looking green.

"The contents of these vaults were moved here when vault 210,211, and 212 joined with vaults 347, 348, 349, and 350. We had to build these larger vaults to accommodate for this." Griphook said to Hermione. She passed her keys to Griphook and he opened the first vault. Hermione walked in and gasped. The vault was the size of a football field and filled entirely of golden galleons.

Harry let out a low whistle, "Wow. Talk about wealth." He said eyes wide.

Hermione gained control of herself and closed her mouth and looked at Griphook, "Are all five vaults the same?" she asked.

"No. Vault 2025 has sickles and knuts in it, and vault 2024 is only half full of galleons, and half full of some rare gems, books, some furniture. This vault, 2021, and 2022 are identical. Vault 2023 is yours, but it doesn't have a key. I can open it for you if you like. All 6 vaults are identical in size and shape." Griphook said to her, and then he went outside of the vault to wait for her.

Hermione was astounded, to think this was all hers. She was rich! Hermione filled her bag with galleons, then went to vault 2025 and grabbed some sickles and knuts, filling a second bag. Then they all climbed into the car again and were on their way out. Hermione wanted to check out what books were in vault 2024 and she wanted to know what was in vault 2023, but she knew they didn't have the time. She sighed, she would have to remember to set aside time later to check it out.

They finally arrived at the surface, and exited the bank. Squinting in the bright sunlight, adjusting their eyes to the brightness, Hermione took out her supplies list and scanned it. "Look guys, we need to buy clothes suitable to exercise in; shorts and t-shirt in our house colors." Hermione said, showing her list to Ginny and Harry.

"Where do you suppose we could get that?" Harry asked, perplexed.

"Madame Malkin would probably know." Ginny said.

So they all headed over there. They all got new school robes, dress robes, and their new shorts and t-shirts in Gryffindor colors. Harry bought Ginny's stuff for her. He said it was a present from him for his girlfriend.

"Madame, do you stock muggle clothes too?" Harry asked. He was hoping to replace his hand me down wardrobe.

"Yes." Madame said, flicking her wand at a purple panel on the far wall. Racks of muggle style clothing came whizzing out of the panel. They looked through the racks and Harry and Hermione tried on a lot of clothes. Professor Snape sat in a corner, looking extremely bored.

Harry bought some jeans, t-shirts, sweaters, long sleeve shirts, socks, boxers, shoes, and pajamas. Curiously, everything was black, except for a red sweater, and green sweater. Hermione bought some new socks, under things, sweaters, jeans, skirts, shorts, shirts and shoes. All of her clothes were destroyed in the explosion.

When they were ready to leave, Professor Snape shrunk their many bags. They put them in their pockets. Hermione looked at her list, and then they all headed to the bookstore.

Harry and Ginny got their required textbooks, and Hermione also replaced all the books she lost in the explosion, and some new books to add to her collection. Snape shrunk their bags again, and then they stocked up on parchment and quills and ink. Next they went to the apothecary and stocked up on potions ingredients. Professor Snape gave the man behind the counter a list of ingredients to be delivered to Hogwarts.

Hermione still needed a new wand, so they went to Ollivander's.

"Ah, Hermione, I've been expecting you." Ollivander said from between the shelves.

Mr. Ollivander came out from between the shelves, holding an exact replica of Hermione's old wand. "Try this one." He said, handing her the wand.

Hermione swished the wand, expecting to levitate a chair in the corner, but nothing happened. Hermione frowned, this wand was the same as her old wand, and it should have worked. "Why doesn't it work?" she asked Mr. Ollivander, confusion in her eyes.

"Hmm, this happens sometimes when something of great emotional trauma occurs, and you have been separated from your wand when it happened. You've changed emotionally and the wand no longer will recognize you." He said in reply.

"How often does this happen?" Hermione asked. She had never heard of this happening before.

"This is the first time in over 600 years that is known of that this has happened." He said, disappearing among the shelves.

Hermione tried almost every wand in the store and she was getting frustrated. Mr. Ollivander stood there, a thoughtful expression on his face, after her recent failed attempt.

"I wonder…" he said, before disappearing through a door in the back. He returned with a gold wand box. He opened the box, removed the pure white wand, and set the box on his desk. "This wand was created by an ancestor of mine over 3000 years ago. It has been passed down in my family and has never chosen a master. 13 inches, thestral bone, inflexible, dragon heartstring core." He handed the wand to Hermione.

A golden glow enveloped her and silver sparks shot out of the tip. Hermione felt the power of the wand surge through her entire being before everything returned to normal. This time Hermione successfully levitated the chair in the corner. Her face split into a genuine grin for the first time since her parents died. Hermione could feel the power emanating from the wand, it was a comforting power.

Ollivander was looking at her with a mixture of awe and reverence. "You are destined for greatness." He said. "You may keep the wand as a gift from me."

"Oh no, I couldn't take this wand for free, it wouldn't feel right." She said. She put fifty galleons in his hands, grabbed the golden box and they exited the store.

"I think we're done," Hermione began, Harry interrupted her, "No, I want to go to the magical menagerie."

They entered the loud pet shop. The cage of skipping rats was still on the counter. Harry was looking around at the different snakes, his gaze landed on a Death Adder. "Wow," he said, moving closer to the terrarium. He starting talking to the snake in parseltongue, and Snape had to stand between him and the witch behind the counter so she wouldn't freak out seeing someone speaking parseltongue. Hermione bought a new cage for Septimus.

Harry straightened and walked towards the counter. "How much for the Death Adder?" he asked the witch.

She looked surprised for a second before answering. "20 galleons. And 50 galleons for all the required equipment."

"I'll just take the snake, and the feed required." He said.

"She is too poisonous to be handled." She said, giving him a funny look.

He put 30 galleons on the counter. "Just the snake and food, please." He said.

She put a cage on the counter and put some mice in it. Then she walked over to the terrarium and unlocked it. "You can grab her yourself." She said, backing as far away from the snake as she could.

Harry put his arm in the terrarium, and hissed to the snake. The snake hissed back, and then curled herself around Harry's forearm.

Ginny walked up to the opposite side of the snake and grabbed Harry's hand. "Harry is that such a good idea?" she asked. He smiled and nodded in reply. "What's her name?"

"Nehebkau." He replied. Then he grabbed the cage of mice and they all walked towards the ice cream shop, to meet up with the others.

Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Fred, and George were sitting at a table outside Florean Fortescue's, eating giant banana splits. Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Snape sat at the next table over from them. Harry's new snake was hidden under the sleeve of his cloak.

Ron looked up and waved to them. "Hey, what's all the mice for?" he asked, pointing to the cage.

Harry lifted his sleeve, showing everyone his new snake. Ron gasped, and Fred and George shared a knowing look.

"Harry are you trying to become a Slytherin now?" Ron half asked, half accused.

Harry instantly became surly, "No Ron. You know I'm a parselmouth, I just want someone I can talk to, tell my secrets to, and who can't repeat them to other people." Harry said. He was seething with anger. 'How dare him' he thought to himself. "I'm ready to go now." Harry said, standing up and grabbing the cage of mice. He stubbornly looked straight ahead, not meeting anyone's gaze.

Severus stood, placing his hand on Harry's shoulder. Oddly enough Harry didn't pull away. "I'll take him back now." He said to Molly. "Will you be alright by yourself?" he asked her.

"Yes, Severus, thank you." She said.

And Harry and Severus walked back towards the Leaky Cauldron. Anyone who knew about snakes would instantly back away when they recognized the species of snake curled around Harry's forearm. Harry had forgotten to lower his sleeve over her.

Nehebkau was having fun, enjoying her new freedom, she would snap at passersby who got to close to Harry, always careful not to actually bite them. She had been surprised to meet a human who could speak with her, and she had told him about her capture in the wild, and how she deplored her cage. Harry had promised to never put her in a cage as long as she promised not to bite anyone unless he said it was okay. She was already fiercely protective of him, and she didn't want anything to happen to him.

They arrived back at headquarters, and Harry ran up the stairs, and then he came running back down. "Sir, could you help me for a moment?" he asked Severus.

Severus nodded and followed Harry back up the stairs and into his room. "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind helping me move my stuff out of this room and into the master bedroom." He said, the anger being replaced with sadness.

Severus realized Harry was really angry with Ron right now and wanted his own space. "Sure." He said.

They got to work. Harry moved Buckbeak into a spare bedroom and removed all the furniture, except the master bed, and put it in the spare room with Buckbeak. Severus moved all of Harry's stuff into the master bedroom. An hour later and Harry was completely moved into his new room. Harry had found a green and grey rug in the spare room and had brought it to his new room.

The four-poster bed frame was ebony, with matching dresser and beside tables. The sheets were black Egyptian cotton, with two matching pillows, and two forest green pillows and a matching comforter. The walls were forest green and the double doors to his walk in closet were ebony. Harry's school trunk was at the foot of his new bed. Harry hissed to Nehebkau, and she uncoiled herself, and dropped onto the bed. Harry took all his bags out of his pockets, and Severus enlarged them to their regular size.

Harry put all his new school supplies in his trunk, and then he took the remaining bags into the walk in closet. He put all his cloaks, robes, and school uniforms on the right hand side, and all his muggle style clothing on the left hand side. He came back out of his closet and stepped in front of Severus.

"Thank you, sir." He said.

"Your welcome, Harry. After Mr. Weasley's accusation why would you decorate your room in Slytherin colors?" Severus asked, extremely curious.

"Ron's being a jackass. He always jumps to the most farfetched explanations. Last night Ginny wasn't feeling well, she was puking, and Ron accused me of getting her pregnant. We just started going out the night before. Ginny was furious and she pummeled him, hence the black eye." Harry said. "The Slytherin colors are to piss him off, plus I liked these colors since before I even heard about Hogwarts." Harry explained.

Severus smiled; he remembered last years occlumency lessons and learning Harry had almost been placed in Slytherin. "The sorting hat was right; you would do well in Slytherin. Do you wish to have an occlumency lesson tonight?" he asked.

Harry had been practicing; he emptied his mind before bed, and would randomly empty his mind during the day. He was worried two nights of practice may not be enough, but he was determined to try. "Yes, sir." He said.

A/N: Now I'm hoping to get more reviews, because I am allowing anonymous reviews. So please review. Nehebkau is the ancient Egyptian god of protection and magic, a benevolent snake god that Egyptians believed to be one of the first primeval gods. Interesting right? I thought so anyway.