A/N: Sorry for the incredible long wait. I lost a little bit of my strive to write, but I had promised myself not to give up on my stories, besides I hate it when people just give up. However I hope that this chapter was worth the long wait.

Harry stood aside in his bedroom. The light was begging to fade from the room; drawing colors out as the sun finally began to set. His room was the largest place he ever had to himself-that was ever his. Still Harry couldn't understand why it had to be him.

Why the greasy bat?

You would think Dumbledore would have been the one to take him in. Given him everything he could have wished for, besides his dead parents. But this was new, and even though he had a hard time admitting it, Harry couldn't help but think that this was better. This was the best thing for him. Sure a slimly slithering snake like Snape was still a git at times, but this place-this house; was home for Harry.

Of course he took time 'digesting' the news. The whole disciplinary subject was still something that Harry disagreed with. Snape of course thought differently, and because it was his house, he made the rules. Harry wrinkled his nose at that as he stared blankly out his window. Rules never seemed to coincide with him.

The sun fell beneath the surface now, leaving Harry in a dark and musty room. Sighing he washed away from his thoughts. How long was Snape going to be my guardian? Maybe one day Snape would give Harry away-Giving someone else the burden of raising a child.

Harry didn't want to be a burden, but what was he really? He doubted that Snape wanted to take him in willingly. Yet when Snape pulled him close he felt he cared. Maybe just like most adults in his life, he was just another one who was 'stupid'. Who would play with his emotions like an aggravating game.

'I do not play games, Potter.' Reminded a voice in his head. Harry narrowed his eyes. Really? Then what would you call being a spy? Is that not a game? Is that not acting? Still another side of him disagreed. He had to do it; he was spying for the light-that's not a game.

"Sure, and I'm Mary Poppins ." Harry mumbled to himself.

"I certainly hope not." A voice slithered in causing Harry to jump. Severus had been watching curiously from the door way for a while. He had watched Harry wrinkled his nose and twist his face in several different expressions.

"That's not funny Snape." Harry said trying to control his over adrenaline pumped heart.

"No, you are correct Potter; for once." Snape smirked as Harry threw him a nasty glare. "It could use some work, but it will do." Snape said pulling himself from the doorframe.

"I'm sure it's easier with an ugly face." Muttered Harry, as he followed Snape out of the room.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that." Snape said glancing over his shoulder. "Was there something you wanted to share?" Snape corked an eyebrow in Harry's direction.

"No." Harry responded louder than before. "Bloody bat-ears." Snape couldn't help my chuckle to himself. The brat defiantly had a mouth on him, but at least it was entertaining to listen to.

As Harry and Snape entered the dining room Harry notice one of two things, one there was a lot of food on the table-and two there were four dishes upon it.

"Snape?" Harry said stopping and admiring the table full of lushes' food.

"Yes?" Snape said crossing his arms loosely across his chest.

"You didn't tell me we were going to have guest." Harry said knitting his eyebrows together and looking up to find his potions masters face blank.

"So I didn't." Snape said shrugging half heartedly. "Take a seat." Harry moved toward the table finding a seat to the right of the head of the table-where he presumed Snape would sit.

"Uh, Snape . . . who's coming?" but before Snape could even think to answer another voice sawed itself into the picture.

"Potter?! What is he doing here!?"

(A/N: I would really appreciate if you read my notes before reviewing my stories. I have had a few of reviews telling me about Harry's age is wrong, and telling me to write an author's note about it. For one, I have. Also, I understand we make mistakes, but Harry's age in this story (as I have already said before) is how I decided to make it. I'm really sorry, but I just get frustrated when I get the same thing over again. Thank you, however for the reviews. :))