A/N: Well my fellow readers, (I know that sounded so nerdy) here we are with the eighth chapter. I'm all refreshed from my shower now so I can actually write without worrying about waking up tomorrow morning with my head on top of the keyboard. Here we go…
Chapter 8
Harry woke up the next morning to Ron shaking him quite harshly.
"Oy! Mate! Wake up! We slept in late! And it's Snape's class today!"
Harry groaned; he hadn't slept well. His sleep had been infested with nightmares, and he was quite hagridden from the whole thing now. So of course the last thing he wanted to do was get out of bed and deal with Potions, especially if Severus was planning on giving them yet another complicated potion.
"Mmm," he mumbled, throwing the blankets over his head.
"Oh no you don't," Ron said, yanking the covers off of Harry's head and pushing him roughly out of bed.
"Ow," Harry growled, glaring at Ron, who smirked back at him. "Fine, I'm up," Harry surrendered exhaustedly.
"Thought that's what you'd say, mate," Ron replied, a look of satisfaction on his face.
HPSSHPSSHPSSHPSS
Severus, though he tried not to show it, was in an extremely good mood. Dumbledore had of course agreed to let Harry stay with him. So now he was walking to his class with a bounce in his step. When he got there however, he saw that Harry was not among the rest of his students. Thirty minutes later, the dungeon door opened and Harry and Ron rushed in.
"Sorry, sir, we slept in late! We didn't mean to! I-"
"Very well. Have a seat Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter," Severus droned calmly.
Harry was quite shocked to see that Severus looked happy. It was strange to see a smile on his Potions teacher's face. That lesson, he took no points from any house at all. At the end of the lesson, Severus called Harry to stay behind.
"Yes, sir?" Harry asked inquisitively.
"I have good news," Severus replied cheerfully.
Harry merely stared.
Severus sighed exasperatedly. "You're coming to live with me for the rest of your summers until you come of age."
A/N: So, whaddaya think?