The misted air that strayed outside Harry's window was a silver gray as the upcoming dawn approached. Harry, feeling much better then would have thought, shot up. For a moment he was lost in time. Where was he? He looked around finding himself in a rather comforting bed, the comforter was a brilliant green and the sliver silky sheets tangled around his legs. After a few seconds his memory flowed back to him.

"Snape." He whispered, but no response came. Harry flung his legs over the bed and fled out the hall. There was a small clicking noise coming from the kitchen and like a hunter he cautiously followed the sound.

Sitting with a mug in hand Snape sat patiently in the kitchen with the daily profit in hand, Harry watched as Snape's eyes averted up in a snap to find Harry standing awkwardly in the door way.

"Potter." Snape half greeted turning back to his read. "You're up rather early aren't you?" Harry leaned his weight on his left foot.

"Yeah, sure." He commented back. "Professor?" Snape turned back to Harry.

"What is it, now?" Snape watched as Harry moved from foot to foot.

"I was just wondering, why, or I mean how come-how did you know-" Snape clacked his mug back down to the table.

"Potter." Snape said ruffling the Daily Profit. "Please do stop wasting my time, and get on with it." Harry stopped moving, glaring at Snape.

Fine you greasy bat, I didn't want to thank you any ways. Harry thought smugly.

"You know, Snape. Forget it." Harry said turning his back on his bitter old potions master. If he wants to play that game, then bring it on. Harry thought stomping away. Snape threw down the paper and followed after the emotional teen.

"Where do you think you are going?" Snape called. Harry didn't bother to turn.

"To go find my clothes." He answered vaguely climbing the stairs.

"I burnt them." Snape said crossing his arms as he watched Harry stop dead in his tracks before wailing himself around to face him.

"You, did what?!" Harry said trying to control his boiling anger.

"They were ripped, dirty, and about four times your size." Snape argued rolling his eyes as if he were explaining something incredibly obvious. "It would be absurd to wear them." Harry stamped back down the stairs; finding himself much shorter then Snape.

"But they where mine, Snape!" Harry yelled broken heartedly. Snape corked an eyebrow, he never even thought that they boy would mind. To him the clothes where to far gone to be repaired.

"There is a whole new wardrobe, in your bedroom Potter." Snape watched as Harry threw a frantic look at him, looking more stupid then a monkey with his mouth open.

"What? Why would I have new clothes?" Harry stood dumbfounded.

"Well, that's simple really; as it seems you had no suitable clothes I went out and purchased a few for you, throwing out the useless ones."

"But how did you get my things in the first place? And why would you go out and get clothes for me?" Harry said watching as Snape sighed.

"Potter, you ask too many questions," Snape watched as Harry's face dropped, again he sighed the boy was as good to read as an open book. "But if it makes you feel any better, the ministry brought back your things here."

"That didn't answer why you got me clothes," Harry stopped lost in a thought. "And why would the ministry bring them here?"

"Why does it matter, Potter." Snape asked with his arms still crossed over his chest.

"It matters, Snape." Snapped Harry. "Because I happen to want to know what's going on."

"I don't believe that you honestly really need to know."

"Snape! Quite playing games with me, just tell me what's going on!" Harry said losing patience.

"I do not play games, Potter." Snape corrected "If you must know." He paused taking a breath. "I am you guardian now."

Harry's heart stopped. He found himself not breathing, not moving, not even blinking. Had he really heard things right? Snape!? How could Snape be his guardian?

Harry shook his head. He couldn't understand the feeling that suddenly popped inside him. There was no way he could contain it though. It was pure anger. Why would Albus do this to him? Why Snape? Harry clenched his teeth together. He was so livid that anything could set him off, and something would.

The question was when.

AN: Thanks for the reviews and I love all your honesty, if the chapter just sucks, that's fine lol I'd rather know then keep writing horrible chapters, I hope this one was a little better, if not, well crap. But I still want to know. :)