September 5th 1991

Snape who was still searching for a more suitable home for a houseguest he wasn't sure when would leave, along with him was holding a potions book he wrote by hand, that had no moving pictures.

He sneered before gently walking to Harry who was writing to his aunt to his dismay. He asked Ms. Figg about it and said Harry would only agree to stay with her if he could talk to his family. She agreed under the terms he was supervised which he agreed to, saying it would be good to keep safe.

"Harry. I think it is time to give you a potions book." Harry looked up at the only non threatening wizard he met. "Thank you, sir." He said looking at the book. "I wrote it so there are no pictures." Harry smiled. "Now I want an essay on potion safety. One page please." Snape knew quills and parchment needed to wait as overwhelming a scared boy was a bad idea, as that is when his accidental magic strikes. And that broom closet was not a bedroom despite what Harry thinks.

Later that day, Snape hosted his inner politeness and let Longbottom in, along with the muggle Dursleys. Why Harry insisted on keeping contact with his aunt and uncle was beyond him. "Longbottom, Dursleys." Snape spat the Dursleys name with venom.

"Longbottom, would you play with Harry for a bit while I talk with the Dursleys?" Neville knew by Snape's tone that that was not a suggestion and ran to his brother.

Snape led the Dursleys to the kitchen, where everyone took a seat. "I must inform you if Harry regresses any, or you say one bad thing about his magic, I will be most displeased." Petunia scrunched up her face. "Lilly was your blood and you treat her son with so much disdain-" "Disdain!" Vernon shouted, now standing, "My nephew is a chosen one! He may die!" Petunia kept her tears hidden, "I don't want my boys to die." "No one is dying on my watch." Snape sneered. "Even if I have to monitor Harry all day and night." Seriously, if anyone kills Harry, it will be him!

After the awkward conversation, the Dursleys visited with Harry. Petunia rubbed Harry's back. "Harry, we may have been overzealous in protecting you since you are a chosen one." Was the one thing Petunia said to him that he kept in mind. He was getting anxious so he ran into the meditation area and started meditating.

Snape sneered, "Boy has issues." And boom, Snape's vials exploded and Harry started crying, "I'm sorry, sir." He said when he was reaching to clean up potentially dangerous potions so instinctively Snape pulled his wand and cleaned up the potions, "Potter." He said in his teacher's voice, "That is called puberty." Snape turned towards the Dursleys, "Perhaps it would be best to delay this visit so Potter can calm down." The Dursleys were out the door faster than you could say magic.

Neville was hugging a shaking Harry. "It's okay, Harry." "Longbottom is right. This is completely normal for a growing boy to do and while difficult for muggles to clean up, is easy for a wizard to clean, as you just saw." "What if I kill someone?"

"Harry, you can not kill someone with magic by accident. The killing curse is advada kedavra and if one casts it without intention to kill, it wouldn't do much. You could cast it on Longbottom and it wouldn't even cause him to lose a shred of hair.

And magic can keep you and others out of danger, with the right spell." Harry looked up, "There's a spell for that?" "Yes. Go grab your wand and I will teach you." Harry ran to the room he shared with Snape despite his insistence of sleeping in the broom closet. He thought everyone was kidding about that.

Snape, seeing Neville was sad, found a way to include him, "Longbottom, want to help me teach Harry?" "How, sir? I'm a squib." "I need someone to let me cast paint at after I teach the spell to Harry to make sure he has it down. And there aren't many brave young men that would let a greasy old bat cast a spell at them." Neville smiled, "I can do that!" Snape didn't like Neville as he was another reason Lilly was killed, but to protect Harry he had to protect Neville as Harry was clear he considered Neville a brother, just through his many phone calls alone.

Harry ran out of the room with his wand smiling for the first time ever, while holding it. "Harry, I can help!" Neville tackled his brother, knocking him over. "Really?" "Yes, Snape is going to let me help you practice." "O-okay." Harry said unsure, but unwilling to disappoint Neville. "Don't worry, Harry. I have a major amount of experience. Longbottom won't get hurt."

Snape grabbed his wand and made a slash, "Protego." Harry repeated the weird motion unsure, "Protego." "Try again, Harry." Snape noticed while the spell seemed to work, his motion was tad off. "Protego." Harry slowly repeated the motion as he just saw Snape do.

Snape led Harry to one end of the room beside Neville, before going across the room. "Harry, I'm going to shoot paintballs at Longbottom. I want you to use your shield charm to keep me from hitting him. If successful, the balls will come back and hit me." Harry laughed, "I get to make a mess?" Snape nodded, "Yes, the opportunity will be rare."

After an hour, both Snape and Neville were covered in paint, and Harry forgot why he was afraid of magic. "Very good, Harry and Longbottom. You both did amazing. If you can come by next week Longbottom, we can continue our lessons." Neville nodded, "Yes, sir."

Snape took Neville home the muggle way, so Harry could visit Ms. Figg for a while. Being stared at due to paint all over them wasn't a big deal according to Snape.

Ms. Figg was confused when a paint covered Neville ran up to her, "I got to help Professor Snape teach. And Harry did a spell!" "I'm proud of both you boys." Ms. Figg smiled.