Spinner's End was nothing like I thought it would be. And that is not a good thing.
"What is this place?" I asked, utterly repulsed.
"Spinner's End." Snape said grimly.
"This shack is where you live? Tell me it doesn't normally look like this."
"If I remember correctly, you volunteered to live here." He replied, sneering.
"True…" I muttered, peering around the dimly lit interior of … "Is this… the kitchen?"
"Yes." Came the curt reply.
"How can you eat in here?"
"Mr. Potter, if you would be so kind as to not insult my home?"
"Sorry sir. It's just… I've always imagined you as a neat freak."
"I see." Was all Snape said before walking off through a door on my right. I followed him through the door, and up the stairs.
"So… this is it, huh?" I asked, looking around at the dismal interior.
"Rest assured Mr. Potter, we will not be staying long."
"We won't?" I parroted.
"No. I've only come to check up on Wormtail. Wait here."
"Oh. Ok."
I sat down on the couch in the living room, which was utterly uncomfortable. Eugh. What is that smell? I thought. It smells like a half-drowned animal in here. I shuffled my feel around on the floor a bit as I tried to get comfortable. I failed that task, and instead managed to spend the next few moments sneezing out the dust I'd accidentally kicked up. Eventually Snape came back down the stairs. Fortunately for me, Wormtail was with him.
"Hello Peter." I said, startling the half bald man.
"H-Harry P-Potter!" he stammered, sparing a quick glance at Snape, "What are you doing here?"
"Well I thought that was obvious. I'm here for my due." I said, surveying him coldly.
"Y-your d-due?" he squeaked.
"Yes." I answered, pulling out a wand. "You owe me your life. I've come to collect."
Pettigrew's eyes widened in fear, and his hands dived into his pockets for his wand. He never stood a chance, and my Full Body-bind caught him right in the face. I stood as his limbs snapped together and his body fell stiff to the floor.
"Looking for this?" I said, leveling his own wand at him and sneering in a way that rivaled Snape. "You can't honestly think that I'd let you escape me twice, did you?"
I turned Pettigrew into his Animagus form, and then stuffed him rather roughly into a cage I'd conjured for the event. Afterwards I called for Kreacher. When he arrived, I handed him the cage and a short note that I'd written Minister Scrimgeour.
"Take this directly to the Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour. Put both the letter and the cage in his hands. No one else's, do you understand?" I told him, looking him directly in the eye.
"Yes Master. Right away sir!" he said, disappearing with a faint pop.
"Now that that's been taken care of, shall we go?" Snape said, speaking for the first time since he'd come downstairs. I nodded. The job was done; there really was no point in lingering. I followed him back down into the kitchen, and stepped alongside him into the fireplace.
"Thirty-nine, Warrior Way." He called out, throwing the Floo powder down into the fireplace.
After a few (blessedly short) moments of spinning, we arrived at our destination. I shook the ashes out of my clothing, and stepped out of the fireplace, and into what most be the most magnificent foyer I've ever seen.
"Wow." I breathed, nodding my approval.
The entryway had pale green walls and gleaming black marble floors that held up the gold filigree ceiling and enchanted skylight. The fireplace was made of the same black marble, with decorative gold columns on either side. To each side was a pair of double doors and a curved staircase. The large, French front doors were made of the darkest mahogany and inlaid with gold etchings, and several large, rose-stained windows on either side of the doors showed a breath-taking view of the front lawn. This was definitely a step up from spinner's End.
"Welcome to Casa Snape." The professor said quietly.