Title: Harry Potter and the Summer From Hell

Author: Ladye Black

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Well, the slash won't come for awhile, yet

Feedback: Appreciated

Disclaimer: Not mine, and never will be…the characters, I mean.

Notes: Um, thank you for the lovely reviews so far, they're probably why this is up so much earlier than I thought it'd be. Ah, by-the-way, the tense thing was probably more my bad typing that changing tense. 's' and 'd' are right next to each other after all. And, this supposed to be at the end of Harry's sixth year, sorry for any confusion.

Chapter 2

Three days later, Snape stormed down the corridor towards the gargoyle guarding the entrance to Dumbledore's office. "Sugar Pops," he snarled at it.

It opened quickly.

Severus didn't even wait to hear Dumbledore acknowledge his perfunctory knock, but just slammed the door open. "Albus! Where is Potter?! He has to leave now!"

"Now, now Severus, calm yourself down. Perhaps you'd like to begin again? With a lemon drop this time perhaps?" he asked kindly, holding the container to the irate man.

Severus frowned. "No, thank you."

Albus nodded to himself, having expected the answer. "Very well, now let's start with why you are only wearing half of your robes?"

Snape looked down at himself. It was true, he was wearing in approximation about half of his robes, which happened to be in tatters.

"I got into several fights with various forms of vicious shrubbery, but that isn't what's important." Albus raised an inquiring eyebrow. "Potter needs to be moved right away!"

"Severus, please make a formal report. Poor Harry in nearly in hysterics!"

For the first time, Snape realized that there was a third person in the room. He looked at the boy, whose fright was only betrayed by a slight widening of his eyes. 'Hysterics indeed,' Severus sneered to himself. He straightened himself and gave his report as he had countless times before.

"Voldemort didn't tell anyone his real plan, mot even me. I found this out almost too late." He spoke mechanically, with no emotion coming through to his voice. "Last night, at 11 o'clock in the night, there was a Death Eater meeting. At the meeting, it was revealed that I was a traitor. I believe he had this planned ever since he told me of his plan to attack Potter, nearly four days ago."

He paused in his retelling, giving himself sometime to gather his thoughts. He noticed Potter watching attentively, his face changing with every new piece of information that was revealed. Dumbledore listened as impassively as ever.

"I can only assume that he has known of my betrayal for quite some time, if not since the beginning." He swallowed. "After that little tidbit was revealed, I was handed over to the rest the members to be… 'played with.'" There, that was good, not too much revealed. "Afterwards, they left me alone. Either they were extremely stupid and did not think I could move in that state, or they meant for me to escape. In either case, my absence will surely have been noted by now."

"And the Dark Mark? Did he leave it on?" Dumbledore questioned.

Severus studied his mud-caked left forearm, then rubbed at it with his other hand. "Yes."

Dumbledore nodded for himself. "All right, this is what we will do…Harry!"

Potter jumped up from his seat. Severus vaguely noted that Potter was almost as tall as he was. "Yes sir?"

"Harry, you will go pack, take only what is most important to you. Severus, get cleaned up. Meet back here within an hour. I will have arrangements made by then."

"Yes sir," Potter nodded and started to leave.

"Harry!" Dumbledore called after him.

"Sir?"

"Only tell your friends not to expect very much contact from you this summer, all right?" Potter looked disappointed. "I am sorry, Harry, but I fear that contact will be next to impossible if we wish to keep you safe."

Potter nodded in understanding. "Thank you, Headmaster," he said, then left.

Dumbledore turned to Severus. "Now, my boy, I believe it is about time you healed yourself."

TBC…

Okay, that's it for this chapter…Okay, I'll admit it, it was supposed to longer but I was getting tired of typing and this felt like a good place to stop. The, next part takes a sort of wild verge from cannon. (Hint: Snape isn't exactly human. I'm only giving you this incase you decide you don't want to read about that. Also there is a spell that will link Harry and Snape together, it's not really a bond, though. I'm only warning you so that you won't get mad at me for another 'bond' fic, it isn't really)

Also, to Sonata of Silence, taking what is implied in the books about what Harry sees in the Pensieve, I doubt Snape had a good relationship with his father. I think Dumbledore may have taken on that role somewhat for him, so Snape is one of the few people who is allowed to be rude to Dumbledore…that is just how I perceive it however, and it is that that I am basing their relationship on.