A/N: This is my favorite chapter so far. I could picture Harry's anger and grief so well when I was writing this one. Im sorry it took so long but it is a longer chapter and I had a little trouble after Christmas break. Ireally hope you guys like this chapter as much as I do.

Unbeta'd also, as usual ,so all mistakes are mine.

Harry was standing outside the stone gargoyle glaring at it. "Please, I really have to talk to the Headmaster." It didn't budge. "You stupid gargoyle," he said kicking it. "It's an emergency!" Harry smiled as the stone moved aside to show a staircase. "Thank you." He walked up the stairs and knocked on the door before entering.

"Harry my boy, what can I do for you?" Dumbledore asked eyes twinkling.

It took everything Harry had not to scowl. He hated this office and the man in it. "Um, sir, I was wondering that since I am the only Slytherin staying over the holidays would it be okay if I stayed with Uncle Severus?"

"It is Professor Snape while you are here Harry, and I don't think that a wise decision."

Harry turned on the water works letting his eyes fill up but not letting any tears fall. "Well… I was just thinking that maybe because I haven't really had a good Christmas since my M-mum and Dad d-died I would really like to spend it with Professor Snape. He has known me since I was little. It would really mean a lot sir."

"Mr. Potter, it is highly inappropriate for a student to stay in a teachers quarters," Dumbledore said calmly.

A tear fell down Harry's cheek and he quickly wiped it away. "I really don't want to be alone, sir. I- even at the Dursleys I wasn't alone. N-now that all my friends have left I d-don't have anyone to spend it with." His lip started quivering. "I would be on my best behavior sir and I wouldn't let anyone see me. P-please don't make me be alone on Christmas." By now the tears were flowing freely.

Dumbledore sighed, "This is a very big favor you are asking Harry."

"Please Professor… I'd do anything. Please."

Dumbledore grinned. "Very well, is Professor Snape okay with this?"

Harry nodded with a big grin on his face. "Yes, I saw him before I left. I wanted to make sure it would be okay with him before I asked you. I didn't want to be too presumptuous. Thank you so much Professor Dumbledore!"

Harry hurried out of his office and made his way to the Great Hall for lunch.

Severus was in the middle of checking the homework he had collected before break when he was interrupted for the second time that day. "Come in."

Harry practically burst through the door with a huge grin on his face. "He said yes!"

"Tears?" Severus asked, still looking down at his papers.

"Oh yeah."

Severus looked up with a smirk. "What else?"

Harry put on the hurt puppy look and let his eyes tear up. "Please professor. I'll do anything. It means so much to me. I don't want to be alone." A tear fell down his cheek.

"Dear Merlin, you could have made it as a Muggle actor."

"And why not a wizard actor?"

"Because you are the Boy Who Lived. People would want to see you whether you were wretched or not."

Harry scrunched his nose. "Who thought of that name? I need to know who I have to hex."

Severus chuckled. "When are you planning on invading my space?

"As soon as possible of course!"

"I'll have the house elves bring your belongings later."

It was later that night that Harry finally asked the question he had been dying to ask since he had started DADA. "Severus?

"Hm?" The man asked not looking up from his book.

"Will you teach me Dark Arts?"

Severus' head jerked up with an angry glare. "Absolutely not!"

"If you don't then I will just try to learn myself. I would rather have you do it though so I don't get too carried away with it."

"I forbid you."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "You can't watch me all day Sev. I would find a way to do it. I am a Slytherin after all."

"You would be a fool. Dark magic is a seductive thing, Harry. It will corrupt you no matter who you are."

"Well then I guess it's a good thing I'm Harry Potter then, hm? No need to worry about corruption part, Dumbledore already did that, now I just need to know the magic that goes along with it. Please Sev, I have to know this stuff. I have plans and I can't follow through with them without your help."

Severus sighed. He knew Harry would do it with or without him. He would much rather the boy did it with at least some instruction. "Fine. But we do it on my terms. Understood?"

Harry nodded his head quickly. "Absolutely."

"And we can't do it in the school. The wards will detect the dark magic. I will need time to find a secure area to practice. We have time for that though," Severus said summoning a book from his bookshelf. "Read this. You will be quizzed on it so I would suggest reading it thoroughly. If you do not pass the test I have administered with an acceptable grade then you will not learn."

Harry looked at the cover of The Theory of Dark Arts and smiled. "That I can do. Do you think I could learn wandless magic too?" Harry asked remembering the Ministry restrictions placed on under-aged wizards' wands.

Severus eyed him wearily. "Why?"

"Because I'm sure Dumbledore wont want me to have my wand again for some reason or another. I want to be able to defend myself against the Dursleys."

"It is very difficult to be able to do wandless magic Harry."

"I know. I talked to Hermione about it; she researched it in the library for me."

"The know-it-all Gryffindor?" Severus asked with a sneer.

"Yes, do you have a problem with that?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow.

"I suppose not," Severus sighed. "We will begin your wandless magic lessons after break every Saturday. You will tell those who ask that you are taking remedial potions. Understand?"

Harry nodded. "Dumbledore is going to be pissed."

"Happy Christmas Severus!" Harry said running into Severus' room bright and early Christmas morning.

Snape just grumbled and turned over in his bead.

"C'mon!" Harry jumped onto the bed and started bouncing. "If you don't get up I'll levitate you over to the Whomping Willow and have it wake you up."

Severus rolled over with a growl. "Tell me why I am allowing an impertinent brat to stay with me during what should be my break?"

"Because you love me too much to throw me out," the Slytherin said with a cheeky grin.

Severus raised an eyebrow. "Don't tempt me."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Come on we have presents!"

Severus removed himself from the warmth of his blankets and padded out into the sitting room where Harry had attempted to decorate. There was a small plant with presents around the base.

"I've already split who's was who's. That pile is yours," the younger Slytherin said pointing to a pile on the left of the plant.

"Go ahead and open yours. I will open mine later."

Harry grinned and tore into the paper of a brightly colored sliver and blue package. His smile faded a bit when he pulled out the cloth. "What's this?"

Severus grabbed the cloak from Harry's hand and examined it. "Who's it from?"

Harry lifted a card that was lying by his leg. "It doesn't say. It just says it was my dads and to use it wisely… It's from Dumbledore isn't it?" Harry handed the paper to Severus.

"I believe so."

"If it was my dads then how did he get it? Wouldn't it be with the rest of their stuff? How did the old coot get his hands on it?" Harry was fuming.

"He is a very influential man. You should know this by now. I think it is safe to keep. Just be careful."

Harry took the cloak back and set it aside before tearing into another package.

The floor was littered with gift wrapping by time all of the gifts had been opened. Harry was just starting to get into the book Hermione had given him when Severus handed him another gift.

"What's that?"

"It is my gift to you. Open it."

Harry grabbed the small package and tore off the shiny paper. "What is it?" he asked turning the mirror over in his hands.

"It will allow us to communicate. If you say my name then it will connect with any reflective surface, should I deem it safe enough, and we will be able to talk."

"Wait, I thought you couldn't contact me while I'm at the Dursleys."

"I can't but you can."

Harry smiled. "Very Slytherin. Thank you."

Severus just nodded his head. "After breakfast we will start on your next lesson."

"Okay," Harry said opening the door wandlessly.

Severus raised an eyebrow. "Been practicing have you?"

Harry only laughed and they left for breakfast.

"Wand please, Harry." Severus said holding out his hand.

Harry grudgingly handed over his wand, putting on a show for Dumbledore who was seeing him off. "Why? I mean it's not like I can use it!"

"Yes, my boy you are quite correct but due to the significance of this wand I thought it wise to do some research." The old man's eyes were twinkling.

"Fine. Will you be able to visit at all?" Harry asked.

"It is unlikely. I will be very busy over the coming months preparing for next year. Just make sure you do your homework. I expect you to know what I am talking about in class when you come back."

Harry gave a sad smile and turned to the Headmaster. "Are you sure I can't stay at the school sir? I really don't want to go back."

"No, Harry. You must return to the Dursleys for reasons I cannot say."

Harry nodded. "I understand sir." He turned back to Severus "Write me okay?"

"I'll try Harry but I will be quite busy."

"Harry! Come on the trains about to leave!"

Harry turned to look at Malfoy. "I'm coming!" Giving a smile to the Headmaster and Severus he turned around and jumped on the train.

"What did they want?" Draco asked when Harry got settled in their compartment.

"Oh, Dumbledore wanted to take my wand so I couldn't intimidate the Muggles," Harry scowled. "That's alright though, you don't need a wand to cast spells."

Draco gave Harry a curious look before turning and staring out the window at the passing countryside.

"Hurry up boy!" Petunia was standing by the car outside of King's Cross.

"Where's Uncle Vernon?"

"Sick, get in the car."

Harry loaded his trunk into the back of the car and jumped into the front seat. "Let's go."

"Dudley, put this stuff in the spare room and lock the door," Petunia said gesturing to Harry's trunk.

"I don't think so. I will be moving into the spare bedroom and you will not be locking my school stuff away."

Petunia turned to look at the boy standing next to her. "How dare you talk to me like that you fre-"

Harry smirked as his aunt started choking. "What's the matter Aunt Petunia? Cat got your tongue?" Harry canceled the spell. "Now, what was it you were saying?"

Dudley's eyes were bulging out from his head at Harry's open display of magic. "Wh- what are you d-doing?"

"It's called magic."

The two flinched at the 'M' word.

"B-but you aren't allowed to d-do it when you aren't at that freak school!" Dudley cried out.

"No, I can't use my wand. Now, Dudley, take my stuff up to my room. I'm going to visit Uncle Vernon."

"You leave him alone!" Petunia cried.

Harry turned to glare at the woman. "You be quiet! In fact, you can come along with me. Silencio." He started up the stairs not waiting to see if his aunt would follow. Harry walked to the door to the Dursley's bedroom and opened the door.

Vernon Dursley was lying in the king size bed sleeping. The man looked like a pile of skin. Most of his fat had gone and all that was left was a bag of bones. With a flick of his wrist Harry turned on the light. "Wakey, wakey, Uncle Vernon!"

The man in the bed jerked awake. "Wh-what is the meaning of this?"

"Aunt Petunia, come on in," Harry said gesturing the thin woman inside the room. "I learned a lot at that 'freak school' as you so eloquently put it." Harry closed the door behind the woman before turning to face her. "I had to have counseling when I first arrived. Do you know why, oh, and it's not because of just the beatings though that did play a role." Harry waited in the silence as his uncle glared at him. "No? No answers? Very well." Harry went over to one of the dressers and opened a drawer.

"Get out of there boy or I swear to God…"

"What? What exactly are you going to do you fucking pervert?" Harry reached under the drawer and pulled out several pictures being careful to not let his aunt see their content. "Did you ever show these to Aunt Petunia?"

Vernon tried to get up from the bed but fell back down against the pillows. "Don't you dare."

"Don't I?" Harry walked over to his aunt who'd had her eyes closer. "Open your eyes. Finite Incantatem."

The horse-faced woman opened her teary eyes. "Please just stop."

"You want me to stop!" Harry asked hysterically. "What about all of those times I begged and pleaded for you to stop him? What about when I cried for the beatings to stop or the pictures! Look at these. Petrificus Totalus. Look at these!' Harry had frozen his aunt in place and shoved the pictures into her vision. "Do you see what he did? That fucking pedophile, do you see what he did?"

The woman couldn't move but she had tears falling from her eyes as Harry flipped through picture after picture.

"Do you know how humiliating, how degrading it felt to be sitting on that bed posing? I was only nine!"

"You fucking whore! You are nothing, just a fucking whore!" Dursley exclaimed from his spot on the bed. "No one could ever love you because of the freak you are." Harry flinched internally. He already knew that. "All you are is a good fuck."

"Sentio meus poena." Harry turned and left the room leaving his aunt frozen to watch her husbands body start to turn black and blue as every injury Harry had gained from that man appeared on his own body. "Feel my pain." Harry whispered as he walked down the stairs and left the house with his uncles screams following him out the door.

A/N:. ::Happy sigh:: I love this chapter. Also, I want some torture ideas for Dumbledore. I may or may not use them but I want some good, original ideas.

Sentio meus poena - Feel my pain.