'...Hate for Muggle's is rare among Magicians, the most common feeling is an overwhelming apathy and disinterest. Of course some Magicians fall in love with Muggle's, and from these unions come the only thing that interests Magicians about Muggle's, Muggleborns...'

Albus Dumbeldore, Attitudes towards Muggles in Modern Wizarding Britain

Professor Snap gave a polite goodbye to his Aunt as he steered Harry out the door, to the waiting Mcgonagall.

'Harry, we will now 'apparate' to your soon-to-be fellow pupil's home. 'Teleport' would be the most apt word in your lexicon for what we are about to do. Apparition is unpleasant, but you will be left will no permanent ill effects.' Snape said mildly. 'Please grip my wrist.'

'What's a 'lexicon'? Harry asked as he took hold of Snape's wrist.

Snape gave a small laugh 'Don't worry about it Potter.'

And suddenly everything was very dark and Harry felt pressure like he'd never felt before.

Almost as soon as it had began it had ended and Harry was spat out, losing his grip on the Professor and flying face first directly into a neatly manicured lawn.

'Not too bad for your first attempt Potter, at least you did not vomit, do try not to fall over next time.' Mcgonagall said neutrally, turning toward the house.

'If it proves no problem I will remain outside with Mr. Potter.'

'Of course not, I will not be overly long.' Mcgonagall then made for the door.

She gave a sharp rap at the door and was quickly welcomed inside.

Harry and Snape stood in silence for some minutes before the question inside of Harry bubbled over.

'Did you serve the man who killed my parents?'

Snape turned towards Harry looking vaguely surprised 'Did your Aunt tell you that?'

Harry hesitated 'No... every night, or most of them anyway, I see my parents death through the eyes of the man who killed them. Most nights its pretty foggy, but last night it was as clear as day.' Harry bit softly down on his lip. 'The man... he says your name.'

The Professor crossed his arms, but did not say anything for a while, and Harry felt himself sweating.

'I was a Spy, the Dark Lord Voldemort thought I served him but really I was loyal to Dumbeldore, my current employee and your future Headmaster. This is why I am gainfully employed in a School and not in Prison.'

'Okay...' The next question burned inside Harry and despite his best efforts could not be restrained. Perhaps if he was not an eleven year old boy, but alas. 'Vol... Voldemort,when he said your name he said something about love to my Father, what's that about?'

Despite nothing changing in his face he could see the Professor tense beneath his robe.

'I and your Father were boyhood friends, nothing more. Wizards are perhaps closer than Muggle men, there is much arrayed against us.' He paused, and then adopted the tone of a school teacher. 'Do not speak of this to anyone, especially not any of this 'love'. If this is a true seeing then it is very important information, and I think it is. Once you arrive to Hogwarts you will attend a meeting with the Headmaster in regards to this'.

'Erm.. okay'

'One more thing, it is a habit among some young Wizards to go by their Father's name as well as their Mother's. If you took this up it would be useful to me. It would be improper for me to call you Harry, but I am loathed to call you Potter.'

'Okay.' Harry said, again, dumbly. A few minutes ago he would have asked why Snape didn't want to call him Potter, but he had now been intimidated into silence.

They only had to pass a few more minutes in awkward silence before Mcgonagall bustled out of the front door of the house, half pulling a small girl with bushy hair out of the front door, parents in tow. Apparently she had been less successful in bowling over all objections and essentially just stealing away a child as she had been at the Dursley household.

She cut across the protestations as she informed Snape they were leaving immediately, the girl, presumably Harry's classmate to be had barely time to give a small wave before the world once again became terribly dark.