A/N: I find this one review that I got hysterical! I'm sorry WolfGirlMoonlight but it was funny that, after you'd read the entire story, you asked what was going to happen to the Dursleys, even though they're already dead! You made me smile at 8:30 AM on a Saturday. :) This chapter starts off with Ron cause I know yall miss him...

Chapter 22

The Burrow:

Ron Weasley sat in his room reading a Quidditch magazine.

Without so much as knocking, Fred and George Weasley hurried in.

"Why aren't you and Harry speaking to each other?" Fred asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" Ron asked, looking nonplussed.

"Go on, Ron, don't play dumb," said George.

"If you don't tell us than we'll find out ourselves," Fred added.

"Oh, allright you nosy gits," Ron growled. "He and that bloody git Snape are friends!"

Fred and George raised an eyebrow in unision. "And why in the world is that a problem?" Fred asked.

"Have you both gone mental? This is Snape we're bloody talking about!"

"And?" Fred and George said together.

"Well I bloody well told you why Harry and I aren't speaking; now go away!" Ron growled.

"You know, Ron," Fred started.

"Just because you don't like Professor Snape," George continued.

"Doesn't mean you have to take it out on Harry," They both ended in a very twin-like way.

"Do you always have to do that?" Ron asked, "It's slightly unnerving!"

"We know," The twins exclaimed together.

"Just thougt we'd try to knock some sense into your mind," Fred said, and then they left.

HPSSHPSSHPSSHPSS

Harry walked into his bedroom only to find a creature with rather large, grren eyes watching him.

"Umm, Severus! There's a...I-don't-know-what in my bedroom!" he called.

Severus was there in a flash, wand out, until he saw who it was.

"That's just Dobby," he said.

"Dobby, sir?" Harry asked.

"A house elf, he won't bother you. I know for a fact that Albus has been having him spy on us ever since you arrived.

"Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby exclaimed, his eyes growing rounder.

"Umm, hi, Dobby," Harry replied, feeling slightly akward. How do you even speak to a house elf?

"Professor Snape, sir, Professor Dumbledore, sir requested your presence in his office this afternoon, Professor Snape, sir," Dobby sad, looking earnestly up at Severus.

"Of course, Dobby, tell hm I'mm meet with him at three o'clock sharp," Severus said.

Dobby nodded, and blinking his large eyes at Harry, disappartated.

"Are all house elves like that?" Harry asked.

"Most," Severus replied, "Come on, let's get lunch.