The character's do not belong to me but to J.K. Rowlings. I want to thank the following people: thank you darknightstalker for follwing Dreams are Only Dreams; Ic1831 for following Dreams are Only Dreams; Lady Night-Owl for following Dreams are Only Dreams and for just following me in general. So for some of you, I have a another story called "Strength to Fight", so please read that as well. I will be continuing to write the story around the beginning of Winter Holidays. Thanks you and please enjoy the new chapter!

Harry began to groan in pain as he slowly woke up. What the hell happened? He felt like someone threw a rock at his head, or he had a horrible hangover. But, I didn't drink yesterday… did I? He could hardly recall from anything that had happened the other night, all he remember was eating lunch with his so call family. They were having a peaceful conversation… then everything swam back. No… no that didn't happen, no way did all of that had happened. His heart began to race, his anxiety hyping him up as he realized what he had done. Harry couldn't believe it.

Not only that, he also remember the encounter with the headmaster and the Potion master in the woods while getting away from his uncle's grasp. How could he… how could the headmaster let that fucking bastard take me? That man doesn't give a damn, no one does, I'm just prisoner again… No I don't want to be a prisoner. Harry sat up quickly which increased his headache, he looked around with his blurred eyes. He found his glasses on the nightstand and found himself in a decent room, a lot more decent than what the Dursley's ever gave him dark woods, light sheets, a nice big window with a wooden desk in front of it, the curtains matching the green sheets. The wardrobe was nice big, and very old looking. He never expected a light room, never in the Potion Master's home, or what he assumed was his home.

He got off the bed, wobbling a bit, and walked towards the door, which to his surprise was not locked. Stupid git, why would he leave my room unlocked if he knew I would try to escape? Then he looked at himself and saw that he was in his pajamas, white T-shirt and plaid green pajama shorts, and his feet were bare. Harry silently walked out into the dark hallway, which was narrow. The floors creaked quietly as he crossed to the landing towards a very small entrance way, down the stairs he went, the soft carpet against his bare feet. When he got to the front doors they were locked, and there were no locks on the door either. Must have a password or spell to them, I guess he was prepared for this. Well played professor.

"I didn't expect you to be up by now," said the familiar voice that haunted him during his school days. Harry slowly turned around and was faced the greasy git of the dungeons, who was always wearing his formal black, except, no big dramatic wizard robes. "As you probably found out, all the doors leading in and out of the house are locked. You understand why?"

Harry nodded his understanding. "Are you hungry?" To Snape's surprise, Harry shook his head no. "The bathroom is across from the room you will be sleeping in from now on, hopefully until you're seventeen. When you're done, meet me in my study, down this narrow hallway, first door on your left. Am I clear?" With Harry nodding another silent yes, Snape stalked off down the hallway into his study. Slowly, Harry walked up the creaking stairs to grab a fresh pair of clothes, he found them in the gigantic wardrobe. He went into a nice cleaned bathroom, which completely shocked him. I don't believe it, the man actually takes freaking showers. Hw opened the curtains to the bathroom and saw many nobs. And just like any wizarding house, they have to have complicated nobs to run a water system, great….

Harry made a guess how to work them and finally figured out which nobs to use for the shower, he didn't take too long since Prof. Snape was waiting for him. He didn't want to hear his professor sniding some remarks about how long he took. Not today… stay calm and follow any instructions he gives out to you, just like you were in Hogwarts. Except… I'm going to see him all year around for the rest of my childhood years! He groaned in agony as he realized he won't be leaving Snape's side for a very long time. Yup, I'm fucked.

He dried and dressed himself in the bathroom, he also cleaned his mess, put his dirty clothes in his hamper in the room. Harry walked down the stairs slowly and carefully as he made his way down the narrow hallway to Snape's study. When he got to the closed door, he stopped himself a moment, to gain some of his composure. "You can enter Potter, I know you're out there."

Back to last name base huh? He shouldn't og expected any more from the man, after all they hated each other to the very core, just as much as Harry hated Draco Malfoy, his school rival. He opened the door and his eyes went opened. It wasn't as grand as Dumbledore's with all of those trinkets, no there were lots of books from the ceiling down. To Hermione and himself, this was like a safe haven, all sorts of books to read. But, the problem was, Snape didn't know many things about Harry, and he wishes to keep it that way. I guess reading was out of the question, especially in his study, with Snape lingering over him as he read.

"By the look on your face, I'm assume your amazed by this room?" Snape asked. Harry nodded. "Well, take a seat so we can… talk about what's going to be happening while you stay here."

Harry took a seat in one of the cushion chairs across the oak desk Snape was sitting at, everything so organized, not one mess of ink on it which didn't surprise Harry much. "As you know, I'm your new caretaker, so if you need something, I'm here for you. Don't worry too much about chores either, I have a house elf that cleans the place." Harry almost groaned in agony. Great, I thought dealing with Dobey was enough, I guess I'm also dealing with this one. I hope he ain't like him too. "Also, if you need anything signed, like your Hogsmeade paper, I will be signing it. Don't worry, you're able to go I gave to Prof. McGonagall last night. There are some rules I wish for you to follow. One, no running in the house, and so far you have been doing a good job at it. Two, don't make big messes, I still expect you to pick up after yourself, no matter if there is a house elf. Three, don't be late to any meals. Breakfast is at 7:30, lunch is at noon, and dinner is at 8; just like Hogwarts hours. Your late, no meal. You need to be in your room by 10 and lights out at midnight. I expect to see all of your homework finished before summer ends, correctly, if you need me to check I'll gladly check it. Did you start it?"

"I'm almost done," Harry answered truthfully. "It's… well obviously I'm not understanding Potions… since I'm not etiquette enough to be a Potion Maker."

Snape's expression didn't change, or showed any signs of hurt. "I apologize for my manners than. I'll help you with it. Anything else?"

"History of Magic," Harry said. "It seems like they are missing pieces in the textbooks, I don't even like the class, nothing but Goblin Wars this and that. For how many years we've been on this topic, it just gets old and everyone is misunderstanding it. Herbology, I need to write the multiple uses of some Muggle flower in certain Potions. And that's pretty much all I need to do."

"You're okay with Transfiguration?"

"Other than Hermione, I'm one of her second top successful Transfigure in the class. Charms, I struggle at motions, but I'm good with pronunciation and knowing what it is used for. And obviously, we keep on loosing Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers for the last two years, because of that, I was never given homework for the class, and I'm always the top in that class." Charms and Defense were his favorite classes, he was good at Transfiguration, but it was such a slow class that he allowed Hermione to the teacher's attention.

"I'll admit, you are good at defending yourself," Prof. Snape acknowledged. "I already know you were struggling with wand movements in Charms, your mother struggled with it too, but overall she was the top of her class. I'm not surprised about Transfiguration, your father, as rumors were told, was excellent with the subject and magic. History, I hate to admit it myself, everyone struggles with the understanding of Goblin Wars. Even I had failed his tests at certain points."

"Otherwise, I'll help you with your work," Prof. Snape passed Harry an old Potion textbook. "That should help you. It was mine when I was your age, so you can use it as reference and understandings in your assignment. I want give you some… other additional information." He stood up and walked towards one of the bookshelves behind his oak desk. "Now, where did I put that old notebook… Here it is." He turned around and gave that also to Harry. "That should help you with Herbology. And continuing on with the rules, you are allowed, only on this property, to use magic. The reason is because of your magical core is very powerful and strong, I want you to be able to use magic as if you were stretching your muscles."

"Then why don't you let me go for a run?"

Snape groaned at Harry's sarcastic comment. "Because Mr. Potter… Wait. Okay never mind. Just use your magic the appropriate way. The other reason is that you are prone to getting in trouble when you're not asked to. Hence, magic will be able to assist you. I also want to teach you some spells that might help you."

"Wait… no, just don't go there."

"Excuse me?" Prof. Snape said confused.

"Don't teach me anything… I realized that every time I learn a new spell, my magic gets stronger, I feel like it is getting more out of control. I don't want people getting hurt from my magic. So, how are you going to help me tame this… problem."

Prof. Snape gave him a smile. "Glad you asked. First we discuss some of your personal past, I understand that you won't be straightforward or come out with everything, it takes time to… trust someone you hated for a long time. Next, we train your magic through magical exercises. Finally, we will be doing some physical activity, yoga."

"The hell we're doing yoga for?"

"Yoga relaxes the person who's stressing, meditation we will add also," Snape said.

"About the open up thing," Harry said. "I'm not going to open up to you, period. Bad enough you mock me during the school year about my heroism, what's going to change between you and I? Are you going to use them against me?"

"I don't use people's private lives as a weapon against them," Snape said. "I told you before, I want to help you."

"Yeah, if that helps you sleep at night, sir."

Snape ignored the smartass comment. "I also wish to discuss one final thing." He pulled out a plastic bag, with his beer cans and carton of cigarettes. "I'm assuming you know what I'm about to ask you."

"I'm not an alcoholic or addicted to cigarettes," Harry said. "They help me relax if I ever get money or find loose change around the house. Other then that I only smoke and drink once a summer."

"Well no more of it," Snape stated. "You're underage and I won't be going to prison for your actions. Also, I know this… is awkward to ask, but Dumbledore thought it was important I asked this."

"Well?"

"Are you gay?" Snape sounded like someone almost attempted to stab him.

Harry was shocked about this question, and smiled devilishly. "Homophobic?"

"No."

"Well, if you must know, I am gay. I prefer men over women, and if you went through my stuff, I would assume you found some gay magazines," Harry said, Snape's face went almost red. "Sorry for embarrassing you sir, but you did ask me."

"Well, at least you're not telling me you're a transgender."

"I'll tell you something," Harry said, sheepishly. "Dressing like a girl ain't so bad when trying to attract some males in your life. Especially those bad boy Slytherins." Snape literally looked like he was meant to be dead.