Harry sat alone in the office, his mind reeling with recent events. The Transfiguration text sat forgotten on the table, his quill dripping emerald ink on the parchment. He wasn't sure what to make of this new version of Snape. Sure he wasn't all bright and cheer, but he didn't belittle him in front of his relatives either.

While he knew that Snape had gone to school with his mother; he still couldn't figure out how Snape knew his Aunt. Unless Snape and his mum had been friends. Though that seemed highly unlikely. Snape was a Slytherin and she was a Gryffindor. It was taboo to say the least. He could never see the Head of Slytherin befriending someone from Gryffindor.

But what was it that Snape had said to Aunt Petunia. You will never be half of the woman she was. It was an odd statement for the man to make. Harry just couldn't figure out the man. He was a riddle wrapped up in an enigma. Harry doubted that he would ever understand the man.

Harry looked up at the clock; silently cursing himself. It was minutes to lunch, and he still didn't have any of his homework done. He put away his unused text and headed for the kitchen.

He entered the room the exact moment Snape had. "I think the Dursley's are upstairs." Harry said as he awkwardly leant against the doorjamb.

"Good." Snape stated as he walked towards the table and flicked it with his wand. "I'm sure they wouldn't be as keen to eat if they knew where it was coming from." The food materialize as Snape looked at Harry. "You should go see if they want to eat. If they decided not to come down leave it at that."

"I don't think Dudley or Uncle Vernon would turn down food…" Harry muttered as he left the kitchen. Returning moments later with the Dursley's in tow. Harry stood with an amused look on his face. The Dursley's had settled themselves at the far end of the table. Harry presumed that they were so fused together was to be as far away from Snape as possible.

Harry noticed that Snape didn't seem bothered by this. In fact, Snape looked a bit pleased by their reaction to him.

"Potter," Snape started as he pulled a vial out of the pocket of his robe and set it on the table. "Your potion. As it seems your… charming Aunt and Uncle don't know how to feed you." Snape said, his eyes locking with Uncle Vernon's.

"We fed that boy! We bought his food out of our hard earned money!" Vernon's face purpled. His fork grasped in his sausage like fingers.

"I know very well that you obtain compensation for his upbringing. That money was meant to go towards his food, education and clothing. All of which you have neglected him."

Harry felt his face burning as he downed the potion. He didn't know what to think. Snape sticking up for him was something he never experienced before. The news that his Aunt and Uncle received money for his care was appalling. They had always told him what a burden he was. That the money they spent on him should have been going to their precious Dudders. Harry could never understand how he could possibly cost so much. They never bought him new things. All of his clothes were Dudley's hand-me-downs. They fed him enough to keep him alive. Harry was about to say something, but he was drowned out by his Uncle.

"That money was never enough to sustain him! Our Dudley needed-" Vernon shouted his fist banging against the tabletop.

"Your Dudley has more than enough. I doubt he has ever gone without. You can try and justify it all you like, but its futile. I'm sure David and Violet would be disappointed in you Tuney. I wouldn't be surprised if they were turning in their grave." Snape's cold eyes fell on her.

Harry shook his head. "Wait, you got money to buy me things? You got money and I still got stuck with Dudley's old clothes. Who did they get the money from?" Harry inquired, as he looked up at the man beside him.

"The Potter vault." Snape said, brining the cup of tea to his lips.

"They've been taking money out of my vault?" Harry huffed looking aghast.

"One of them." Snape stated simply.

"I only have one." Harry said, his eyes gazing blankly at his plate.

"No, the Potters have more than one. How many I'm don't know. You will get the other key's when you turn of age. The Potter's were extremely well off. Even more so then the Black's and the Malfoy's."

Harry's hand sought his hair, his brow creased. "Who are David and Violet?" He asked timidly looking between Snape and his Aunt.

Snape's lips tighten and his onyx eyes found Petunia. "They were your grandparents. Petunia, you couldn't even let him in on that much?"

Petunia humph and raised her brow. "You know so much about them, why didn't you tell him?"

"Wait! What? How does he know them?" Harry demand, looking expectantly at his Aunt.

"Oh, but didn't he tell you?" Petunia asked, smirking as she took a sip of her tea.

"Quiet Petunia!" Snape growled, but it didn't seem enough to deter her

"He and Lily were such good friends. Some might even say they were best friends for a few years."

Harry sat openmouthed, looking at his overly pleased Aunt. Vernon and Dudley nervously looking between the trio. "No…" Harry breathed, before turning his mystified eyes on his Professor. As always the man was difficult to read. Constantly hiding behind unemotional façade. "He hates my mother…" Harry muttered as he looked back towards his Aunt.

She huffed again and rolled her eyes. "He's the one who told her what she was. A freak! After that they were joined at the hip. He was always-"

"Petunia!" Snape barked, his wand suddenly in hand. "I said to be quiet."

The Dursley's blanched as their eyes fell on the wand. "You can't use that on us!" Vernon muttered. As he suddenly found his voice.

"You want to wait around and find out?" Snape threatened as he towered over the table.

It took a mere few seconds for the Dursley's to clear out. Leaving Harry alone with Snape.

"Leave Potter."

Harry's confused eyes fell on the man. "You were friends with my mother? Four years! You've known me for four years and you never told me."

"Potter! Get out."

Fierce black orbs found his emerald ones. "No! You owe me an explanation." Harry stood so he was head to head with Snape.

"I owe you nothing!"

Snape's fingers gripped his upper arm as he heaved him from the room.

"I said get out! I don't want to see you again."

Snape shoved him to the stairs and Harry made a quick exit towards his room. His arm throbbing from Snape's grasp.

"What's your problem?" he asked his cousin as he flopped down on his bed.

"That man… Why is he like that?" Dudley asked, though his eyes never looked away from the crumbling ceiling.

"He's always like that. He's the wizard version of your dad." Harry sighed, rubbing his hand over his weary face.

"My dad isn't anything like that!" His feet swung to the floor and his eyes glared at Harry.

"Dudley, the way Snape treats your family is the same way your family has treated me." Harry didn't give his cousin a chance to respond as he found himself walking hesitantly down the stairs. He peaked around the corner to make sure Snape was nowhere to be seen and slipped into the office.

A/N: Again this has not seen a beta.

I want to thank you all for the alerts and the reviews. It amazes me that you like it so much.

3 you all. I'll try to update soon.