Snape grumbled to himself, as he walked down the corridors, for accepting a second year class to teach beside the eighth years. They weren't as cautious as first years and had just the over confidence of third years without the skill, so naturally, exploding cauldrons were very common.

"Hello Professor," Draco waved as he passed with Luna. Severus nodded absently at his godson and carried on thinking about the day.

Potter doing accidental wandless magic was just adding the icing on the cake to add to his stress. It wasn't common to do wandless magic accidentally or out of impulse at this age, that only happened when children are young. So where is this uncontrollable power coming from? He would have to warn Potter how volatile wandless magic can be if not controlled properly and if Occlumency was anything to go by, the other would have no control over his emotions. Just as he had stopped the cauldron today, he could make it explode tomorrow.

He looked up as the sight of a ghostly deer came up to him. Snape frowned recognising it as Potter's.

"Greyback's taken Luna to the forbidden forest." Snape felt his heart stop as he glanced back to see Draco and Luna talking at the other end of the corridor.

"Stupid boy! I'll kill him myself!" He hissed under his breath running after him, straight to the forbidden forest.

-o-O-o-

Harry blasted at Greyback, trying to get him to release Luna. "Luna!" He yelled.

"Harry!" She screamed back. Harry waved his wand at him once more, but accidentally hit 'Luna' fading once more the other's polyjuice effects, to reveal Alecto Carrow.

Harry came into a sudden halt realising he'd fallen for the same trick again. He turned around to run back, only to find himself surrounded. Thorfinn Rowle had a sadistic grin pointing his wand at him.

"Crucio!" Harry dropped to the ground instantly, feeling every nerve in his body come alive at once, burning and shocking him in pain. The other blasted him again before the curse was over.

"AGH!" Harry screamed, twisting and turning in pain. When it was over Harry panted, trying to catch his breath, his body twitching from the remnants of pain, feeling his eyesight blurry. His glasses must have fallen off as he was tossing and turning.

However he knew who was leaning over him, the smell of putrescent blood and sweat marking the werewolf's proximity a mile away.

"Harry Potter, it's so nice of you to come to us… but don't worry, we'll be gracious hosts." He purred, leaning down close enough to whisper in his ear. Harry's blood ran cold as he realised the way the other was on top of him wasn't accidental, the way he pinned him down, the way he whispered in his ear. He felt sick and petrified all at the same time. "I wonder if Severus has had the balls to get a taste of you yet." He whispered, taking a deep breath as if trying to memorize Harry's scent. Harry felt for his wand but couldn't find it in this position.

He felt the other's tongue against his neck. Harry felt his emotions break free, as if a wall had shattered. "NO!" He screamed, blasting all seven deatheaters back and away from him. Harry felt for his glasses and found his wand close by his feet. He stood and ran back to the school.

"Get him!" Greyback growled, unable to get up, a force keeping him down.

"We can't move!" Yaxley exclaimed. Greyback growled loudly in rage, the sound reaching Harry's ears as he kept running. He hadn't realised that he hadn't been looking to where he was going until Snape grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him, frightening Harry.

Harry watched in shock as he blasted Snape back also, but not as strongly it seemed. The moment he realised it was him, the spell lifted.

"I'm sorry professor!" He exclaimed coming to help him up. A wolfish howl from the forest told him that the deatheaters' spells had also been lifted. Harry flinched looking back terrified, Snape growling, getting up and grabbing him by the back of his cloak he dragged him back within the safety of the wards.

Once inside he didn't let go though, dragging Harry like a puppy all the way to his office. He kept muttering under his breath, enraged at the other's stupidity. Once in the office he sat the other down harshly.

"You, Potter, are the only idiot capable of falling for the same trick twice!" Snape yelled.

"Sir, I…"

"Didn't I tell you that you were not to go anywhere on your own?"

"Sir…"

"But you did it anyway! Because Harry bloody Potter would have no trouble handling six deatheaters and a werewolf!" Harry flinched remembering Greyback and felt sick all over again. He had to cover his mouth, retching but nothing coming out. Snape eyed the other suspiciously, never having gotten such a reaction from Potter. What had happened? He waited to make eye contact to see just what had happened but the other was purposefully avoiding it. "Look at me, Potter." He ordered.

Harry refused, keeping his eyes on the fireplace. Snape banged his fist on the table, making Harry jump and look up surprised. When his green eyes met the other's black ones, he knew his fate was sealed.

Harry felt the penetration of his mind and he was back on the ground, Fenrir on top of him, Snape standing to the side, watching as Fenrir whispered in his ear again. Now that he was re-living it he could feel the other moving slightly against him, his hot pungent breath on his neck, the other's hot tongue on his skin. Snape just standing there watching.

Snape pulled out ready to point out how stupid the other had been running away, to point out in his face what had just happened. But his eyes saw Harry crying. Severus chest clenched painfully, seeing the other like that, curled into himself, trying not to wretch in disgust. Snape felt disgusted with himself for putting the other through that. He stood and went to get a calming draught. He decided to uphold the little tradition he seemed to have started and brought him the cup of hot chocolate.

"Here, I'm sorry." Snape said. Harry looked at him surprised, probably having never heard the other say those words. He looked at the cup of hot chocolate and took it gently, realising his hands were shaking.

"You're right, I was stupid for falling for it again… If I hadn't lost control he might have…" Harry paled but Severus patted him on the back.

"Shh… just drink." He said, standing and going to sit down. Harry did so quietly, whilst Snape pretended to be putting the vial back and arranging them. Though his chest was filled with rage. He didn't show it, but Harry felt it.

"I'm sorry…" Harry whispered.

"Don't worry yourself Potter… that despicable group will be captured. For now it seems that leaving you out of my sight is not an option." He said coming back to sit down. Harry started having a bad feeling but the drought helped to calm him. "You are aware, of course, that the tri-wizard competition was four years ago?" He said not looking at him as he sorted through his things.

"… So this year is the next ones…" he said gently. "They're still doing it?"

"Of course they are… and as headmaster I am obligated to go. Now I really was looking forward to being Potter-free for the remainder of the year but seeing as you are incapable of even attempting to keep yourself out of danger, I will have to take you with me." He said simply.

Harry didn't hear the insult, didn't hear the fact that the other had wanted not to be with him. What he did hear however, was that he was now going to spend the remainder of his eighth year next to the other.

"W-where?" he asked.

"Durmstrang is hosting the competition this year. I will be taking only the seventh years and you." He said.

"B-but… what about my school work?" He tried to reason with the other.

"Well I guess you're one lucky student, you get to have private tutelage from the headmaster himself. I hear he's a real saint when it comes to giving homework." Snape said sarcastically. Harry paled. Eight months with the other teaching him? Would he even survive.

"Wont the… deatheaters find me there?" He asked.

"They wouldn't be able to leave England without being discovered. The wards on Durmstrang are also very effective and I get the feeling you'll be less prone to wander off." He said sternly. Harry groaned. It seemed he would graduate with not a single, calm, relaxing year of school.

"Get your things ready, we're leaving in three days." He told him. October 30th. Of course. Harry didn't know how to object to that or if he even had a choice so he nodded. Harry stood and left, leaving his empty cup before the other one. Once Severus felt the spiral staircases close he banged his fist a second time on the table.

"Severus my boy, I'm sure the table isn't to blame for whatever's ailing you." Dumbledore said gently. Severus scoffed.

"That filthy werewolf… he's got another thing coming if he thinks…" He couldn't even finish, remembering how pale and terrified Harry had gotten. And to make it worse it had been Snape who made him relive it. He had to get the brat out of the country and keep him close, where he can keep an eye on him at all times.