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A/N: I am thinking of thanking my reviewers at the end of the fic, in my "funnies" section. If no one has any objections, that is where you will find them from here on. But here is an important note

(1)-he's saying wonderful how I love saying it, you know when you're in a playful but agitated mood you just go 'Voondeva!'…if you've never heard of this it is pronounced how I spelled it but here is how just in case 'voon-day-va.' Enjoy.

Chapter Six: Summer So Far

It had been almost two weeks since that little excursion to the Hospital Wing, and Harry was glad to be gone from it. After half an hour of making sure he didn't have a concussion, Pomfrey had then lectured him on how he shouldn't have been away from the Wing in the first place.

Rolling his eyes at the memory, Harry entered his room—which ironically enough was guarded by the very portrait he had spent said time from the Infirmary talking to. Life was just chalk full of the little ironies like that wasn't it?

Thinking of ironies, Harry thought to himself. Every since he had been knocked almost unconscious, Snape and Malfoy had been acting ever odder around him.

Odder, is that a word? Makes me think of an otter. Which supplied the mental image of Malfoy and Snape beingotters and swimming around in the lake.

Harry snickered.

Back on track! How odd my possibly ex-rival and perhaps the no longer most hated professor are.

Snape simply stared at him, as if he could puzzle out Harry's mind by merely looking at him. Malfoy practically stuttered around him and fled the room as quickly as possible whenever Harry was about. It was infuriating.

At his wits end, Harry thought of a way to make them act normal, as normal as possible anyway. Harry needed normal so that he might find his own way to fit into the slot allotted "normal." Did anyone else think the word normal is getting to sound strange?

I could always just say "hey you're freaking me out here!" With luck that would at least insult them enough to glare at me….

It's a sad day when I want Snape and Malfoy glaring at me.

Continuing his musings, Harry thought of something to do today. As he was still heavily restricted he couldn't do much. Like no flying, no visits or visitors, no leaving Hogwarts and no magic. They weren't giving him much to live for were they? Harry snorted at that, he didn't really want to kill himself anymore. At least not most of the time. Of course he still had issues sorting out how he felt, or how he thought he should feel. It really didn't make sense. One part of him was saying to go jump off the Astronomy Tower and the other was saying think about how much worse it could get—which in theory couldn't be a good idea because look how well that had gone. He had thought about how much worse it could get and as if he had a genie poof it had happened.

Grumbling under his breath he decided to go and talk to Sal.

I need a better past time.

Because while yes Sal was always entertaining and very intelligent, the man always always managed to make a lesson out of their conversations. While Harry had learned quite a few things (like did you know that it was—way back when—considered a good thing to marry inside your family—as in cousins and such, or that purebloods thought that magical creature blood was just as good as any pureblood. Harry hadn't but now he did) but quite frankly Harry was damn tired of learning during summer. And of lessons. Shuddering at the memories that bombarded him at the thought of the word lessons, he walked out into his common room and found Sal pacing in a portrait.

"Hullo Sal. How are you this fine morning?" asked Harry in the most interested tone he could manage. From the look on Sal's face, he hadn't accomplished much.

"I'm decent. How are you? No longer suicidal I hope?" Sal always brought that up.

"Oh yes, I mean especially since if I were I would let you know and all." He replied, deadpanned.

"Getting my fine sense of humor I notice." Sal countered.

"Of course, how could I not?" with a flourish of his hand Harry bent at the middle and in the most obsequious voice possible said, "I mean who would not appreciate such a superior humor and merely hope to be able to duplicate it?" Harry gave Sal a wry smile.

"Why you are in an odd mood today. Not sulking but not entirely too chipper either. Might I ask why?"

"Of course you may"

Sal waited. And waited. And decided to wait a little bit more before finally inquiring, "Well?"

"Well what? I said you may ask, not that you would be answered." Harry allowed a small smirk to adorn his lips and held back a snort at the indignation that crossed Sal's face.

With a stern frown Sal finally saved face and haughtily said "If you wish to play games then fine, but I can play them better. Now will you answer my question or not, I have other things I could be doing than talking to a sassy lad."

"Now, isn't that an oxymoron? A sassy lad?" Harry questioned, now holding in giggles.

"Hmph!" Sal grunted in the most affronted way possible. Secretly he was glad that the boy seemed to be in good spirits, it was a sight to see when the boy finally smiled with happiness instead of a sense of obligation to make everyone else happy. Most everyone in the castle—okay everyone in the castle; there are very few occupants—could tell when Harry wasn't happy; which was most of the time.

"Ah come on. You know I'm only joking Sal. Anyway you're the only Slytherin I trust to help me find a way to get out of the castle." Harry held up a hand to forestall the argument he saw coming, "With supervision of course. I mean to let them let me go to Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley. Hell anywhere! Just help me get out of the castle and I'll be forever in debt to you."

"One: watch you language" at this point Harry rolled his eyes but made sure not to let Sal see, "Two: very well but only because you asked with such flattery. Even though you're wrong."

Confused Harry asked "How am I wrong Sal?"

"I'm not the only Slytherin you trust because you should never trust a Slytherin. Come now Harry you should know that." Sal threw back, with a false sneer firmly attached to his face.

Harry laughed like he hadn't in ages.

Mission accomplished thought Sal. He had been trying to do that since the lad had first found him.

With some tears trickling from his eyes Harry looked at Sal in gratitude for the agreement to help.

Sal smiled before saying, "Very well, let me find the Headmaster and try to talk some sense into him. This keeping you caged does not seem to be helping your sanity one bit. In my opinion I believe you may have gotten crazier." The teasing was obvious.

"Gee thanks."

"Well if you can't count on me to bring your head from the clouds who can you trust?"

"Ha! You just said I shouldn't trust any Slytherins. Shame shame you must be slipping Sal." Harry crowed triumphantly, it was rare that he could find a flaw in the man's logic.

"Do you want my help or not?" Sal, happy that Harry was still in such a good mood, conceded that Harry had a good point.

Smiling easily now Harry said "Of course, what other Slytherin wouldn't I trust to help me with this?"

"For the love of…."

The only thing heard down the corridor was Harry's enjoyment making itself known.

And so Harry ended up waiting in his rooms for Sal's return. His rooms weren't very extravagant; they were just like a decent sized flat. Complete with a common room, kitchen, guest room (which confused Harry to no end but he shrugged it off as it was the closest dorm to the Infirmary) and an amazing bathroom. The bath tub alone was the size of any prefects—if not bigger—and the colors were simply lovely. It was black tarnished silver. The floor, counter, and walls were done up in black marble, which made Harry wonder just who lived here before he did, with intricate gold swirls and flecks. The sink and toilet were porcelain but with gold accents. And that was just the bathroom!

The common room was a perfect mix of golden brown colored walls. Harry was unsure of the exact color it was considered. And it was accented by a sage green, just a few shades lighter than Harry's eyes, for the couch—which was butter soft leather and a comfortably large chair—and deep teal here and there. The teal was mainly used on the wall window he had facing the lake, giving him an awesome view of the Forbidden Forest as well. Once again Harry wondered who lived here prior to his inhabitation.

Now Harry's bedroom was an entirely different story. The bed frame, armoire and a simple writing desk were all ebony with walls that showed barely a hint of blue, all the trimmings done in a simple but elegant gray. His bed was the normal four-poster bed of Hogwarts but was now queen sized. His comforter was a deep, dark blue with brown and beige pillows.

The kitchen was by far the most noticeable room in the house. It was light amethyst. But it had a stainless steel fridge—that kept itself stocked and if you wanted something different then all you had to do was ask and reopen it—and a golden oak cabinet that did the same as the fridge.

All in all, the rooms were breathtaking.

And Harry absolutely loved them.

He could just stare in awe of them for an hour.

But when that was pretty much as far as your scenery went, you do tend to get bored with it.

And Harry was beyond bored with them.

He was at tearing his hair out bored.

And so the waiting game continued with Harry wondering if he could manage to find a way to make electronics work in Hogwarts so that he might have a telly or maybe one of those mp3's Dudley always talked about.

In Dumbledore's office

Sal walked into a frame adorning Dumbledore's wall. It had the painting of every single previous headmaster, including all four founders. It was quite a feat for Albus to manage to fit every headmaster in a portrait that suited to all of their needs. But admiring the other paintings wasn't what Sal came here for.

"Albus, a word, if you will?" he politely asked after clearing his throat.

"Of course, old friend. How are you? Doing well as a door guardian now?" Albus smiled when Sal showed up in his old frame, it was always good to talk with Sal. Thinking fondly of all the times Sal improved on a plan of action for the Order he valued Sal's opinion above all others. Well until this moment.

"Indeed I'm doing well as the lad's door guardian. But I do have concerns about the boy, Albus. He needs to be let out; you're caging him like an untamed animal. And from what he's told me that's what his relatives did. Made him stir crazy he says. Makes him willing to do anything to get out. Just let him go somewhere, with supervision, and let him know he isn't being forced to stay here. Whether he actually is or not." Albus's smile slipped off his face after Sal's speech. He wasn't happy about letting Harry out of his sight for a second. Here in Hogwarts he could constantly monitor the young man, but anywhere else and Harry could do just about anything.

"You're losing your touch, Sal. Your "hints" were terribly obvious. But I don't think I can allow him to leave the castle just yet. I mean so much could happen to him out there."

"Be that as it may, were you not paying attention, Albus? Did I not say he would have supervision, whether it be you or your surly Potions Master. Just let him have some free time in Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade. Or even just let him prowl the grounds. He really is getting cabin fever here." Sal pleaded, he had a feeling that that was why Harry was in such an odd mood today. His mind was short circuiting due to the surroundings and so slowly he was just going crazy.

Dumbledore hesitated, not wanting Harry to be under the care of Severus simply because they had such a volatile relationship at best.

"I'll think on it, but tell him not to expect much. I'm just not comfortable with him being out where anything can happen." It was an excuse, it satisfied Sal. Slightly. Kind of. Okay not really, but he knew that that was the best answer he could hope for.

With a false smile, Sal took his leave with a parting farewell of "Very well, but remember, this is on your hands now."

Dumbledore ignored him.

Glaring at the man, Sal went to find his young charge.

Harry, who had taken up sketching when he was young, (along the inside of his cupboard) was now currently drawing a panther from a book. It wasn't turning out how he wanted it to.

Can't get the eyes right.

Frustrated, Harry tore out the page from his notebook and threw it to the flow—which was already littered heavily from failed pictures.

Where the hell is Sal? I'm going mad here!

Grumbling under his breath, Harry went on to start drawing something else.

What to draw? Wondering why he was having such a hard time finding his muse, the green-eyed, young man just let his hand do as it wanted on the paper.

After about five minutes Harry finally looked down to what exactly he had drawn without being aware.

It was Snape.

Only his face but still…

Startled Harry stared hard at the piece of paper, as if it would change by his glare alone. Scowling Harry pondered how well the sketch of the man was.

Not half bad, if I do say so myself. I got his nose right, and I feel like he's actually glaring out at me from the page. Harry smirked; he had ended up giving a rough outline of what he wanted at the moment. Normalcy. But he could never let the Potions Master know that he enjoyed putting his likeness on paper.

The man has a nice profile. And his nose only adds to it. Hmm I wonder about Malfoy, how would his sketch look?

Not happy about where his thoughts were going Harry closed his "sketchbook" and went to find a book to read. He would do his homework but he had finished it within the first week of being cooped up. Muttering to himself about the unfairness of it all and how his own mind was betraying him, he grabbed the first book he saw. His potions text.

Damn! Bugger it, I'm going for a walk. Sal'll just have to find me.

And so Harry stalked out the door…

Running right into Malfoy this time.

"Fuck!" Harry screamed in frustration. Gently feeling his nose, Harry glared at Malfoy, for deciding to get over his weird avoidance of Harry now. That's when Harry noticed Malfoy was on the floor where as—for once—Harry had managed to stay standing.

Extending his hand for Malfoy, he was surprised when the blonde took it.

"Thanks." Malfoy said.

Creeped out beyond all belief that Malfoy said thank you, Harry let an uneasy "Welcome" escape from his lips.

"Now that you've helped the poor boy up Harry, watch your language! I will not remind you again. Poor language is a sign of"

Harry interrupted him before he could finish one of the most frequent sayings Harry got "is a sign of a poor mind, Sal, I got it already. And what do you mean "poor boy" he's the one standing outside of my door."Harry cried out, cross that the entire world seemed to be conspiring against him. First my mind, now my only friend at Hogwarts right now.

"Yes he was, at my request." Sal glared back.

"So Dumbledore said no. Voondeva!(1) My stay at Hogwarts just keeps getting better. You know, I'm kind of glad I never stayed here before if these are the rules I'd have to follow! And I haven't once stepped out of line. So why why won't he…"

Cutting of Harry's rant, which was to be of epic proportions, Sal told him "He never said no, but he never said yes either. Now how on earth did you figure that out so quickly?" curiosity filled Sal's demeanor.

"Easy, Malfoy avoids me, now here he is. You've been gone for a while, doing me a favor, now here you are. At my door. Waiting for me. You got Malfoy here to be my "playmate" which is the only reason you and Malfoy would be at my door at the same time. See it all makes sense." Harry stated proudly. He thought he connected all the dots quite well.

"I think it was just a lucky guess." Drawled Malfoy.

"You would. 'Logic is lost on the poor minded.'" Harry quoted for Sal again.

Neither Slytherin was impressed.

"I'm glad that you're actually listening when I lecture you, but I don't need you going around lecturing others." Sal said, believing he put Harry back in his place.

"Why not? I'm to be a leader in this war aren't I? Wouldn't it be great practice to lecture and lead others now? I mean, how else am I to know what the hell I'm doing? It's not like Dumbledore is doing anything to train me, so I've taken it upon myself to train myself. So why can't I go around lecturing others? Especially when the lectures are foolproof?" Harry stated, once more proud of himself for how logical it all was.

Sal blinked. He blinked again. Everything the lad had said made sense. "Well, er…you see…I think I've taught you too well."

Harry smiled, while Sal glared. He couldn't believe it, he lost an argument. To the lad of all people. He'd never live this down.

"Nope, you won't." Startled, Sal realized he must've said the last bit out loud. Harry smiled wider at Sal, before saying "Now how did you manage to get Malfoy here anyway? It's like I'm a cat and he's a mouse; when I'm around he runs."

Malfoy glared at that, but said nothing.

"I simply offered him something to do, and he agreed and followed."

Confused, Harry wrinkled his nose as he tried to figure this new puzzle out.

"Wait, why did he agree so quickly? Is anyone allowed out of the castle?"

"He is standing right here, and no, none of us are allowed to leave until you are." Malfoy glared harder at Harry. Not liking that they were conversing about him, while he was standing. Right. There.

"Why?" Harry asked, before it hit him. "You all have to keep "guard" on me." He said the word with such disgust Sal and Malfoy were surprised he didn't spit.

Uncomfortable now, the blonde boy said "Yes."

Growling Harry stalked back into his room and slammed the portrait.

Sal let out a very undignified squeak, before yelling out "Watch it!"

Sighing, Sal said "Well I tried both of my options and neither worked. Damn."

Draco, surprised Sal cursed after the small speech to Harry about it asked, "Why is he so angry? I mean it's not technically his fault that we're all stuck here. If Dumbledore would just let him leave for a few hours with Severus, then we all could go somewhere. Why won't Dumbledore let him go out?" How he hated puzzles and that's all Harry Potter is. One giant puzzle. Dumbledore too for that matter.

Answering Draco's questions first, Sal told him what he inferred from the lad. "I think he's angry at Dumbledore for robbing him of his summer, and then he goes to find out Dumbledore is robbing three others of their summers because Harry has to be watched. Harry doesn't look at things in a straight line; he goes the roundabout way, so he sees that because of him, three others can't enjoy themselves like they should. Now as for Dumbledore, I think the man has just slightly lost it. He got too much information at once. He realized he was wrong, that he nearly cost a young man his life, which said young man is the one who is said to have to save us all, and finally he just snapped. He couldn't take the pressure of nearly losing the Gryffindor Golden Boy and it being his fault. And so he's doing what he thinks best. Which is the opposite of what Harry needs. He needs to be outside finding out what all he has to live for. He's been caged his entire life. Now he's had a taste of freedom, here at Hogwarts for five years, and Dumbledore is taking it away. Again." The founder of Slytherin sighed at this and shook his head wearily. "I just don't get either man." He said ruefully.

Draco just stared the frame, pensively. He couldn't believe Harry bloody Potter cared enough about his arch rivals to feel bad enough to get angry on their behalf.

Then again, he did help me up.

Draco growled under his breath. Once again the Boy-Who-Lived-to-Confuse-the-Slytherins-of-the-World had flipped Draco's beliefs upside down.

The Malfoy heir resolved to go talk to Dumbledore. He would be very sly about it, make it seem like he wanted out. Not at all like he wanted to help Potter get out. Telling Salazar of his plan, Sal nodded and told him to get Severus to assist and Dumbledore would have a mutiny on his hands if he refused.

Smirking evilly, the blonde Slytherin made his way to the Potions Master's office.

Meanwhile, Harry was busy glaring at the wall for no particular reason. Scowling like mad, he jumped up and paced.

Like a caged tiger. Is that what I am to him? A dangerous animal that has to be kept under tight locks? God, I want to…to kill him!...

Wait what? No, no I don't. Stop that Harry, you're going crazier than before.

Disturbed by his thoughts Harry went back to sketching.

Yes, sketching. Drawing requires thought, focusing on capturing your subject exactly how you want it. Mentally babbling Harry proceeded to portray Malfoy how he believed the ice blonde youth would look like just lounging on a broom.

His features are amazing. All angles but still soft. His nose is kinda sharp. At this point Harry vaguely wondered if all Slytherins have nose quirks.

I'll have to check out Sal's later. And apologize. But damn it Dumbledore makes me so angry! Stopping his unruly thoughts once more, Harry concentrated on Malfoy again.

Yes, his nose is kinda sharp, and flips up some at the end. Now his eyes, they're almond shaped. Yes like that. Perfect.

Easily keeping up his mental commentary, Harry quickly finished the sketch. Feeling much calmer, he went out to say sorry to Sal. He hadn't deserved to be slammed like that. He opened the door just as Dumbledore was about to knock on the door. Close behind him were Snape and Malfoy, both looking pleased as cats that managed to get the bird and finished off their cream.

"Ah, Harry impeccable timing. How are you, child?"

"Fine, sir. Would you all like to come in?" Not liking the way this was going so far, Harry did his best to maintain his politeness. Sal, who had just walked into one of the frames lining the walls of Harry's common room, nodded in satisfaction. He was teaching the lad well.

All of the men walked in and sat down on the comfortable couch while Harry sat down in the recliner.

"Yes, yes thank you. I've come to talk about the rules we" a throat was cleared at this time; Harry couldn't tell if it was Sal, Snape or Malfoy. "Sorry, that I put in effect for your safety. I have been convinced that you are unhappy with your time here. I must ask, do you truly feel caged?" Harry could feel the concern the Headmaster had for him, and not liking that he was about to make the man feel even more guilty—Harry decided he would ponder that little tidbit of information later—he told the truth.

"Yes sir, in fact, I have been feeling quite restricted. Unfairly at that. I haven't even put a toe out of line but I'm not allowed even out of the castle. I'm not allowed up into the towers—which trust me I understand why—but that makes for dull walking. I can't visit anyone, besides people who don't like me or only want me as a patient. I feel like if don't get out, anywhere I don't care where I go anymore, I will explode! I need to be outside right now."

And he was right, even if he wasn't aware of it—Draco was sure he wasn't—Harry's magic was creating wind around him. As if to simulate a gentle breeze, it kept his hair gently swaying and everyone else on edge.

Every wizard has partial uncontrollable magic. It's there for when you need it most and either can't or don't know how to wield it. It's called "accidental magic" but in reality the wizard's magical core knows exactly what it is doing. Almost like a parasite it does what it can to keep its "host" alive. And sometimes, when a wizard is particularly in touch with their core, it will react when the "host" is feeling trapped. Like Harry was.

Dumbledore grimaced at the gentle wind but nodded and said "As I realized simply moments ago. Now Professor Snape and Mr. Malfoy here are going to take you to Diagon Alley and if there is time Hogsmeade. And the restriction on Hogwarts grounds is removed, meaning you will be able to roam them freely. Except the ones during school of course. No Forbidden Forest and no further than the middle of the lake." As sternly as possible without being rude he continued with "Please don't break these new rules Harry."

Harry was positively beaming. It looked as if his face could split in half from the blinding smile on his face. Had there been a vampire in the room he might have run screaming for fear the sun had crept into the room. Nodding furiously, Harry leapt up to hug Dumbledore, before running to get dressed.

Stunned, Dumbledore sat there for a moment, before looking around. He was getting smug looks from all around. Sal the smuggest of all.

"Oh bugger off." He muttered irritably. So he'd been wrong, again. Glaring at the floor the Headmaster thought of what it took just to persuade him to realize what should have been obvious.

Flashback

Draco, his face the picture of determination, burst through the Headmaster's door. Severus was following in a much more sedated pace.

"Ah, Draco, Severus, how may I help you two today?" the benign man asked.

"You can start by letting us leave the castle. Everyone is going stir crazy, including Saint Potter." Draco sneered.

"Now, now Draco, you know I can't do that." Shaking his head sadly, the Headmaster wondered if there was a conspiracy going about. First Salazar now these two.

"Well why not? You don't have to let the Boy Wonder leave; just Severus and I." Draco complained.

"That would be severely unfair to Harry, Draco! I'm surprised at you." Dumbledore cried out.

"I need ingredients Albus. My stock is almost depleted. You should know by now that I shop for fresh items weekly. I haven't been in almost three weeks." From anyone else it would have sounded like whining, from the dark haired man in front of Albus it sounded like a threat.

"I'm sorry, boys but"

This isn't working, thought Draco. I do believe it's time to abandon plan A and move to Plan B.

Draco cut in then, "Sheesh Headmaster! Do you realize what you're doing to Harry?" Dumbledore started, not only from the tone Draco had taken but from the fact that Draco had referred to Harry by his given name.

"Don't you realize that he's up there wondering just what the hell he has to live for if he can't do anything? He's not allowed to enjoy anything. I can understand the towers being restricted, and the lake, and his broom, but to keep him from going to Hogsmeade or from visiting that oaf Hagrid?! That's simply absurd. And if you keep this up, Harry will loathe you. He'll start pondering if maybe the Dark Lord had the right idea. I mean"

This time Draco got interrupted.

"I…I understand where you're coming from Draco, really I do, but I just don't think it's a good idea." The Headmaster calmly stated.

"Albus! Please! You're suffocating the young man because of your own mistakes. And in the process you're making another error! Now listen! Harry Potter was always kept locked away like a dirty little secret by his relatives. Do you want to be seen as no better than they? Well? Do you wish for him to see you the same way he views them? Honestly Albus, do you want the child to despise you? You're well on your way." Severus heatedly argued. He was worked up in a righteous fury. Draco smiled, it was a rare sight indeed to see Severus lose his cold disdain mask and show emotion.

"No, Severus. I don't wish for Harry to hate me." Whispered Dumbledore. Meekly the aged man nodded his consent.

"But you two will be with him any time he leave the castle grounds." He added as an afterthought.

"Of course." Draco said pompously, as if he hadn't expected any other solution.

End Flashback

A polite cough interrupts Dumbledore's musings, and he looks up to see Harry staring at him expectantly.

"Right. Harry anytime you leave the castle grounds you are to inform Severus or Draco here. If you wish to go to Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley you need to arrange it so it fits one of their schedules. And you may visit Hagrid anytime you wish, but he does not count as a guardian when you leave." Setting down the rules as firmly as possible while Harry looked at him with appreciating eyes, Dumbledore continued, "Now when you do leave the grounds let Salazar know so he may inform me. That is all. Now go enjoy yourself." Smiling the Headmaster finished.

For a moment it seemed as if Harry was just going to stand there. But with only another moment's hesitation, Harry made his way to Dumbledore and grinned.

"Thank you, sir. It means a lot to me that you almost trust me now." Harry wasn't fooled. He knew that Dumbledore had been ambushed into this, but he was willing to forget in his happiness. Forget, but not forgive.

You're not making sense again, Harry…when did I start referring to myself while mentally arguing with myself.

Cause that made more sense.

Mentally rolling his eyes at himself, Harry glanced at his chaperones.

Nodding Severus gestured toward the door.

Practically bouncing with joy, Harry was the first to escape his rooms and walk towards the doors leading out of Hogwarts.

TBC…

My most wonderful reviewers!

-Kamey Rynn- I'm ecstatic that you are enjoying my—hopefully—wonderful fic! Please continue reading and tell me how you like it. Be harsh!

-Mrscakeakajane- You are the most loyal reviewer I have. I will indeed keep this fic going. I've got so many ideas for it. I'm just trying to keep them in a nice line and not too out there. Next chapter is going to be Diagon Alley and Harry gets a make-over! Woo!

Me: *sigh* I love it when people enjoy what I write.

Harry: I'm not enjoying what you're writing.

Me: Why ever not?

Harry: You've made me insane.

Me: Not insane. Simply disturbed. And you get better…I think.

Harry: YOU THINK?

Draco and Severus: Hmm…we kinda like him disturbed. He's cute and disheveled.

Harry: *glares at Dray and Sev* I am not. I'm manly and rugged.

Me: I kinda like it when you're cute and adorable and no one can stay mad at you because you unknowingly give them puppy dog eyes. Yes, that's how it should be. *grins evilly*

Harry: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! I'M DOOMED!

Dray and Sev: Sweet!

Until next time….