I do not own anything. I'm just translating. The characters belong to J. K. Rowling. And the story belongs to Brigi. Her e-mail address: tbwtpbe at hotmail .com

My Beta reader, Makurayami Ookami fixed THIS chapter.

I won't update this often. Just during the summer holiday. So please review. And I'll update as soon as I can. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

THE BOY WITH THE PIERCING BLUE EYES

Chapter 1 – Waiting (part 2)

The next day, Harry woke up excited, just like the Dursley's. In the morning Aunt Petunia popped up from her seat once every minute to make sure that everything was where it should be. She opened the refrigerator many times to make sure they had everything their guest might need.

"Tell me boy!" growled Uncle Vernon "What kind of person is your teacher?"

"He's… a very strict man. Yes. Quiet and strict."

"Good. So he's harsh. It will do you some good. You've become cheeky recently. I hope he will slap you when you disobey."

Harry almost choked. A bizarre picture appeared in his mind, Snape hitting him with a stick or a belt, because he was a bad boy. He shivered and concentrated on eating.

"I don't know, Uncle Vernon. I don't think he would want to hit me. He's never done that, although I was quite rude with him."

As soon as he said that he started to regret it.

"Really?" said his uncle with delight.

"Well… yes."

"So you behave there like here, right? Like a worthless brat, huh?"

"No." said Harry immediately "I'm quite good at school. I try to be good."

"Then why doesn't this teacher of yours like you?"

"Well… maybe… perhaps…" Harry glanced to the right "because he and my dad did not like each other…"

Aunt Petunia let a plate fall into the sink.

"This man knew your father?"

"Y-Yes, Uncle Vernon. My father and Professor Snape were in the same year at school but they were in different houses. They didn't like each other…"

"No wonder. Your father was an insufferable man." blew the man triumphant.

Harry decided to ignore this comment. This day had to be perfect.

"What a career!" started Petunia. "Returning to the same school he came from. Pah! That's a lot of progress! Vernon, not too many people have the social status you have." She looked proudly at her husband. He gave her a piggy smile then patted Dudley's head.

The family made their way to the living room where Uncle Vernon started to read the newspaper. Petunia looked around the room looking for anything that might be dirty, while Dudley moved to the window to be the first to see the new arrival. Harry didn't find his place there so he went upstairs to change. He looked at the mirror while coming back down.

He saw a tall, skinny young man with big green eyes. His hair was a bit lighter because of the time he spent outside under the sunshine. If he could have spent this much time outside these past years, he would look much healthier. He shrugged as if trying to calm his reflection. Then he sat down on the stairs. 'Half an hour,' he thought.

He was getting excited. Only now he began to realize that the person who he wanted to avoid the most would spend the entire holiday with him. And he will devote his full attention to him. He felt bitter. But then he remembered Professor Lupin's and Sirius' face when he told them that he stopped Occlumency. They wanted him to continue no matter what. So he must be strong.

"Professor Lupin…" Harry mused.

Remus Lupin, a werewolf was the only one left from the marauders, who was faithful to the good side. After Sirius, he was the one who loved and respected James Potter, Harry's father the most. Harry had very nice memories with Lupin. He was the best DADA teacher, and he helped Harry when he was in trouble. And he taught him the Patronus charm too. He owed him a lot, and still, Harry didn't ask him for help. He could only hope that he wouldn't offend his father's friend…

The clock next to Harry said eleven. The boy looked up. The Dursley family left the living room.

"Hop on, boy! As we discussed! You're opening the door!"

"Alright! But I didn't hear the bell…."

Then he heard it. Harry's stomach shrunk. He's here. And he's on time… like death! The thought made it harder to meet the man.

He went to the door to open it, but took a last breath before doing so. He glanced at the Dursley's, who stood in the corner like a slice of ham. Then with a firm swing he opened the door, but what he saw made him drop his jaw.

He saw a man with his back to him. He was waving to someone who went by with a car and he had his luggage next to him. Harry looked the man all over. He was wearing light-colored, ironed and elegant trousers with a cream colored shirt and a black vest. He had a hat on, and in his hand was a gray coat. When he turned back and Harry saw that he was smiling, he barely recognized Professor Snape. His black hair was longer but it still looked more elegant. His smile fell when he noticed Harry in Muggle clothes with reddened shoulders and without glasses. For a minute they were looking at each other, but then Harry remembered what he had to do, and signaled the teacher to come in.

"P-p-professor…" he stuttered "please come inside."

Snape blinked in surprise, took his package and entered the house. He followed Harry with his eyes as he shut the door behind him, then tried to encourage himself. That made him smile again. He was waiting for the boy to look him in the eye, but when that happened, Harry's stomach shrunk even smaller. He saw the kid getting paler, so he placed a hand on his shoulder. That just made Harry look grey, like a two days old dead body. This surprised him but he gestured toward the Dursley's to make it easier for the boy.

"Oh, yes" Harry cleared his throat. "Uncle Vernon, let me introduce you a teacher of my school, Professor Severus Snape." Snape stepped closer to the family. They made some high noises. Those made him stop for a moment. Then he stepped even closer and held out his right hand to Uncle Vernon.

"Severus Snape. Nice to meet you."

"V-v-v-Vernon Dursley." He moaned quietly.

"My aunt, Petunia."

"Petunia Dursley" she whispered.

"I am honored to meet you, Mrs. Dursley."

"And he is their son, Dudley Dursley, my cousin."

The boy's lips moved silently, but no sound came out of his throat. Snape shook his hand too.

Uncle Vernon realizing that he is the lord of the house, gathered up his courage and began to speak. "Maybe… we should go to the living room" he waved with his right hand. He gestured Snape to sit in one of the armchairs. Petunia sat in the other one while he and his son sat in the sofa. Harry was standing between them.

"Bring the tea, boy!"

Harry nodded and went to the kitchen to get the tea. "Make no mistakes! Make no mistakes!" He told himself.

He managed to enter the living room and put down the tray without crashing. Aunt Petunia gave everyone some tea while Harry tried to find a place to sit. Uncle Vernon and Dudley made a face then moved so there was no space between them for Harry to sit. He felt very uncomfortable. He glanced desperately at his teacher then knelt on the floor with a sigh.

Snape was surprised when he saw the interesting interlude, especially the desperate glare his student gave him. It's one thing that he treats his student badly, but these Muggles! With narrowed eyes he drank his tea all the while staring at Vernon.

There was deathly silence in the living room. Only the voices on the street could be heard. When he drank enough he put down the cup and looked up. "Harry's letter informed me the boy told you about the last couple of months." Vernon nodded strictly.

"So you must know how important it is. I know it is hard to believe that there is a world full of inexplicable and magical things. But this present case does not involve only wizards. Voldemort returned and we have to stop him. Harry…" He looked at the boy who was surprised hearing his first name from Snape for the second time. "Has a great role in this battle, so it is important for me to teach him. I hope you understand…"

He stopped talking and waited for some kind of reaction from the Muggles.

"You c-can teach Harry" said Petunia. "But the neighbors can't know anything about it. We are decent people." She hissed. "And we want to stay decent."

He looked straight into Snape's eyes.

"Naturally." The teacher said curtly. "They will see or hear nothing."

"Well it's okay then." Uncle Vernon stood up. "You can move around the house freely. Harry will show you around… Hop on, boy! Take the packages to the guest room! Go!"

"I am grateful for your hospitality." Said Snape quietly, which made everyone shiver. They thought he was saying some kind of incantation. They froze. Harry too.

"Na-naturally." Uncle Vernon nodded, but he hugged his child. "Harry!"

The boy nodded.

"Professor Snape, please follow me! I'll show you to your room…"

Snape smiled again when he looked at Harry. They walked up the stairs. Harry went first with the bag in his hand. It wasn't heavy. Snape folded his hands behind his back and followed his student silently. The boy led him through a hallway then stopped in front of a door. Then he opened it. Snape stepped in. His face reflected so much distaste.

Snape's eyes widened, his skin paled and his hands began to shake when he saw the wallpaper of flowers and the angel-shaped sculptures in the room. He left his mouth open and Harry cursed himself for not having a camera with him. The teacher's eyes drifted toward him. He became stiff, he felt like he swallowed a stake. He tried to smile at Snape's 'What did I do to deserve this?' glare with little to no success. His lips quivered and he wanted to say something reassuring.

"Well… I know it is fancy and horrible, but it's still more comfortable than my room…"

Snape became serious.

"Come in, Potter!"

"Harry!"

"Huh?" Snape looked back at him.

"Please call me Harry! Like you did downstairs!"

It was interesting to see the emotions on his teacher's face. He couldn't decide whether to be surprised or angered because of the impudence. Or should he just accept the offer? He hid his emotions behind his mask instead.

"All right, Harry! Come on in!"

He saw that the boy's eyes fill with hope.

"You've changed… Where are your glasses? Can you see properly?"

He looked at the boy. It's not how he lived in his memory. He couldn't find the dark blue robes, or the Gryffindor colored clothes.

"Oh, I… I have contact lenses now, sir…"

Snape almost imperceptibly raised an eyebrow.

"Contact lenses? Those are expensive… It seems you've been complaining about the Dursley's unnecessarily."

"They… they didn't buy them… They… never buy me anything" Harry turned his head away."I bought them. They weren't happy when they found out."

Harry didn't expect this. He described everything in his letter, his feelings, how he regretted what he did, how sorry he is for what his father and Sirius did to him and his hopes to make those right one day. He wrote the letter with all his feelings and got a short and cold reply. He talks to him that way too. Like he is a lying dog. How can he be so self-willed?

Then he noticed Snape standing in front of him and he made Harry look into his eyes. Harry did so. The teacher seemed to examine the new lenses. The boy didn't make a sound.

"Your eyes are all red. Do they hurt?"

"I… I just have to get use to them… it'll take a few days… but I can see clearly…"

Snape already turned, with his unique movement, threw his bag on the bed. He opened it and began searching. Harry heard the sound of vials. He took out one of them that was filled with a pale blue liquid. He shook it and it turned green.

"If you didn't get eye drops, then use this. It will fix the inflammation."

The boy took the vial in surprise.

"T-thank you, sir."

Snape began studying the room. He looked at the pictures on the wall. Most of them were of Dudley. After the fifth picture of the boy he turned away in disgust. He stepped to the window. He sat down in front of it and opened it.

Harry was watching him with interest.

"If I may, sir…" he said quietly. Snape turned to him. "… You've changed a bit too…"

"What did you expect? That I would come here in my black robes like that idiot Lockhart in his fancy clothes?"

Harry wondered for a moment. Perhaps he had thought that Snape would come here in his usual black clothes looking like a big, ugly cockroach? No, he can't be serious about it… He became pale and tried to get rid of the image. He's going to learn Occlemency and Snape would see his thoughts. He doesn't want to know how angry he will be when he sees that. He'd probably kill him. So he bit his lip and tried to think of something else. When he looked at Snape he couldn't miss the stare he was giving him. He watched his student with incredulous glances. Harry smiled in despair, but it was so miserable that even Snape's lips curved upward.

"No… no. Of course not… How was your journey? I mean… I don't even know how far you've came from… are you tired or anything?"

"I feel great. Summer in a Muggle house, with a Muggle family. I can't imagine a better holiday." He said sarcastically.

Harry was now very annoyed with his teacher's attitude. He'd endured him for five years, but he still asked for his help. Does he deserve this?

"I was… serious about what I wrote." He said firmly. He hoped it would make his teacher confused. It had some effect on Snape, because he became even paler. He looked at the boy strictly with his black eyes.

"Why do you think I like that you and my parents couldn't stand each other? How many times do I have to say that I'm sorry? It's not my fault! I can believe that you're angry but I made the first step, so it's your turn now." Harry blurted out finally.

He thought it was a little too much. But it was time to say it. He saw that Snape's face turned red. Very unusual of him. Was he embarrassed? In case, he stepped back a little. You could never know. Especially with Snape.

"I don't think I can teach you Occlemency, if I'm still grumbling about your father's pathetic little jokes." Said the teacher after a little silence. "And now" He said as he rose up. "I think you should show me around. After all, I'll be living here for two months. It wouldn't be… fit if I… got lost."

Harry became so relieved upon hearing his calm reply. He nodded confidently.

"This is the guest room. It has a bathroom too." Harry said and stepped into the small room and turned on the lights. Snape was standing in the doorway. "Will you be able to use everything?" Harry asked looking at the shower and the hair dryer.

Snape made an angry grimace and snorted quietly. "You would never believe how much I know about the world of Muggles…" Harry grinned.

"Then everything will be all right! Let's go!" They left the room.

"That room belongs to Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, and that one is Dudley's." He pointed at the doors. "You can go downstairs here. You'll find the kitchen that way and this door leads to the garden."

After the tour they went back to Snape's room.

"If you need help with anything, let me know. My room is opposite." He pointed to the white door. Behind was his little room.

The teacher's eyes lit up.

"Do you want to… come over?" Harry started towards the room. "I know it's just a little hole, but it's still better than my first room." He opened the door.

Snape didn't know what to feel anger or disgust. The room was very small for a teenager as tall as Harry.

"This is better? Better than what?" He asked honestly.

"Well… better than the cupboard under the stairs. My first Hogwarts letter was addressed there. 'Mr. Harry Potter, Little Whinging, Surrey-county, 4th Privet Drive, cupboard under the stairs' I guess the reason for me being so scrawny and underdeveloped was the cupboard…" Snape looked at him with pity. "It's enough for me. I'm glad I have this much. Naturally, I'd like to live with Ron in the Burrow. That looks more like a home to me. Oh, there is something very important!" Harry said. "In the neighborhood everyone thinks I'm studying in Saint Brutus."

"Saint Brutus?"

"Yes. That's a boarding school… for problematic children."

"What?" Asked Snape angrily.

"Before I went to Hogwarts I did a lot of strange things…they cut my hair and the next day it grew back… I talked with animals… and things like these… They told the neighbors that there is something wrong with me. With my brain. And they decided to send me to the Saint Brutus. So everyone thinks that I'm some kind of a freak. But I spend here two or three months so it's okay. I can go back to Hogwarts. That is my real home."

Snape was investigating the room. He stared at the drawings on the wall. Most of them were about a white owl. His Gryffindor scarf was on the wall too. There were a few Quidditch posters too. The bed was cover with his text books. They looked worn.

"I see you spent your holiday with something useful. It will do you some good." Said Snape coldly.

"I'm trying." Harry hissed. "I still want to be an Auror. In order to become one I need good grades…"

"So an Auror…" mused the professor.

He stepped to the shelf and found a lot of electronic stuff lying around. They were quite dusty. He wanted to pull his finger through one to show the boy how dirty they are. But then the machine fell to pieces. He stopped for a minute and clenched his hands in embarrassment, indicating that he didn't do anything wrong. He bit his lip and turned to Harry.

"Oh, never mind that!" he gestured. "I couldn't put it together yet. It's clear that Dudley didn't take care of them. They replace his thing every year and he throws out the old ones. I saved these after his birthday…"

Snape frowned and looked at the self with an expression that clearly showed his annoyance.

"I wonder… could a reparo fix it?"

"I don't think so. Spells can't fix such complex structures. But… you can try."

"Can I really do magic?"

"You've got the permission…"

Harry cleared his throat.

"Reparo!"

The machine became whole again, but frayed wires were sticking out of it in every direction. It looked like a hedgehog. They both hissed at the bizarre sight. Harry started to chuckle. They heard hooting in the silence. A big white ball flew into the room and started circling in the room.

"Harry Potter!" snapped Uncle Vernon in the living room. He hated when Hedwig made these noises."Make that damn pigeon stop hooting at once!"

"Himeo!" said Snape.

Hedwig went to him like he was her master. She hooted once then shook her feathers.

Harry's eyes widened. He watched with interest how his strict and insensitive teacher stroked the owl's chin lovingly.

"What kind of spell was that?"

"A charm to call owls. It's very rare. Any owl will obey to this and they will fly right to the one who said it. It's useful when you're trying to read someone's letters." Snape grinned mischievously. "Only a few people know about it. First lesson."

"Cool!" whispered Harry only for himself. "Now Hedwig, let's see what you have here."

He took the letter and sat down on his bed. When he saw the handwriting he knew it must be from Lupin.

Members of the Order of the Phoenix expected letters from him every three days. They wanted to know how he's relatives acted toward him, or if he had any visions, or if he needed anything.

Now that Snape was standing in his room, he opened the letter with mixed guilt and curiosity.

Dear Harry,

I'm glad that everything is okay with you, and that the Dursley's are not so rude to you. But I don't like that you spend your mornings alone on the streets, while you are working. Anyone can attack you, if you are not careful enough! I hope you have your wand all the time! Constant vigilance!

"Uh… I think Moody has a bad influence on him…" Harry shivered.

I'd like you to stop this milk delivering thing. Spend your time with… learning. But stay in your aunts' house! You don't need Muggle money. If you need anything just ask, and we will give it to you. We can't protect you if you make it hard for us.

Please listen to me.

I'm waiting for you letter,

Remus Lupin

Why is he so cold with him? Why does he still treat him like a child? He could be much nicer! Harry sighed. Nowadays, when he got letters from Lupin in the name of the Order they sounded like this one. They showed no sign of love or care. It was weird because he had a good relationship with Lupin back in Hogwarts. They spent a lot of time together. He really admired him back then. But now… he didn't really know. Naturally, he didn't write anything about his plans for the summer break. He didn't say a word about Snape.

"It's from the Order, right?"

"Yes." Said Harry resignedly. 'They always want to know about me. But they hardly care about what I write. I always got these meaningless, empty letters. I don't even ask about the Order anymore. It's not fair that Ron and Hermione can spend a lot of time together and they know a lot of details."

"Do not sulk, Harry. It's better if you don't know about what the Order members are doing." Said Snape, still stroking Hedwig. "It would only cause you distress."

Harry rolled his eyes. He wanted to change the subject.

"I didn't know that Hedwig could be this nice… and I didn't know that you can deal with animals…"

"I like animals, Harry."

"I thought you like them in bottles, gutted." Harry grinned, but then he went pale as the teacher looked at him curiously. Finally he said groaning. "I'm… sorry. It just slipped out."

But it seemed that Snape didn't care about it.

"This couldn't get any worse…" swallowed the boy. He felt the lump in his throat.

Snape put the bird near her cage then continued studying the room.

The bedside table seemed torn and stained. He couldn't find any other light source in the room, but this was hardly sufficient. He studied the lamp with narrowed eyes, and then he opened them in surprise. He noticed a picture. A slightly wrinkled Muggle photo.

"Who's she?"

Harry made a startled grimace and cursed himself for not hiding it.

"She is Marie."

"A Muggle?" he asked with an unusually anxious tone while he examined the photo closely.

A charming girl was smiling on the picture. She had big blue eyes with tiny yellow dots in them. Her skin was like porcelain. And her smile could melt the coldest heart. She had pale red lips with white teeth. She had long, slightly wavy, brown hair. She was sitting near a playground when the photo was made. Snape looked at the photo with shaky eyes. Harry hesitated.

"She is… my girlfriend."

"A Muggle?" the man looked irritated as if he was stuck with this word.

"Yes, a Muggle" said Harry suspiciously. "But she's very cute."

"Marie… it's not a British name. Where did she come from?"

"She is French. She spends the summer here."

Snape looked at him indicating that he expected a little more detailed explanation.

"She is an orphan too. She lives in Marseilles, in a Catholic institution for girls."

"She's Catholic?" said Snape with a tone Harry couldn't decide whether he was upset or just joking. "That's outrageous…"

"She was raised religiously and in fact that is the reason she is here now… not far from here there is an orphanage for disabled children. She works there during the summer and she learns English here too. She's very good at it. She'll be here for lunch tomorrow…"

Snape rolled his eyes.

"I know, I know, the Dursley's reacted the same way. But I promised to wash Uncle Vernon's car and Dudley's bicycle. So they allowed. Marie wanted to see where I live, who my foster parents are…" Harry hurried with the answer. His face was slightly flushed and that made Snape make a devilish grin.

"In any case, I hope the young lady won't distract you."

"No, no she won't, that's sure! When will we start?"

"Tonight. We will practice at night. It is difficult to focus then."

Harry gulped but nodded.

"Good! I am waiting for you in my room at eight." Said the teacher and left the room.

The hours flew by and Harry couldn't do anything. He was lying on his bed wondering what his first Occlumency lesson would be like. The dinner passed in silence, one would have believed the entire family was away.

The Dursley's sat close together, but they tried to not look disgusted. Their guest ate properly and showed no sign of being a wizard. Harry smiled occasionally, but when Uncle Vernon saw it he snorted like a sow and looked menacingly at the boy. Aunt Petunia still looked at Snape suspiciously and the teacher did the same to her. Harry didn't know what to make of this. He guessed that his aunt knows more about wizards than she let others know.

He was thinking about this while he was sitting in his room. He was staring at the ceiling and on his belly was his wand. His watch showed 8 o'clock. Harry got up, straightened his clothes then knocked on his teacher's door.

"Come in, Harry!"

Snape was sitting at his desk writing something. The boy was standing on his tiptoes to see it but it was too far away. Snape was ready with it in a few second.

"All right, let's begin! I hope you still remember the basics."

"Of course I remember, sir."

"Well then… three, two, one… Legilimens!"

Harry tried to calm his mind, make it empty. He felt that the memories began to fade and he saw the room clearly. He even heard Snape's words of recognition.

"You're doing quite well, Harry" Let's see, can you do this permanently?"

He saw flashes. The images of his friends: Hermione, Ron… Fred… George… Mr. and Mrs. Weasley… Ginny… Dumbledore… Moody… Tonks… Lupin… Sirius…

Harry suddenly felt like his body was sucked in by an awful abyss. The wall he built around his memories vanished, and the memories started to stream.

"No!" an inner voice cried. "Not Sirius!"

The images came in disorder. The Christmas in Sirius' house… the articles about him in the Daily Prophet… standing near the wimping willow with Pettigrew… Bellatrix aiming her wand at him…Sirius smiling and falling behind the veil… Lupin trying to hold Harry… Bellatrix laughing… Sirius… Sirius again… every second memory was about his smiling face…

Harry clutched his ears with his hands; he couldn't stand the noise in his head. He hoped to close out the voices this way, but they stayed there. He felt to his knees and cried out loudly.

"Get up, Harry!" Snape ordered.

The boy noticed that his whole body was trembling. His wand was lying next to him, and he still clung to his ears tenaciously.

"Well" said Snape with narrowed eyes. "I just had to show you pictures about you dear godfather and look how much you showed me. You lost control immediately…"

"That was not fair!" Harry yelled.

"I hope you didn't think that Voldemort will be fair next time he attacks you. Get up and grab your wand!"

Harry obeyed. He barely glanced up and felt Snape in his head. He was going through his memories leaving a huge mess behind. Harry shouted again and again. He backed up to the wall, where he crouched down and tried to hide his head.

"No! Don't! Leave me alone! Lestrange!" he shouted meaningless phrases.

He saw himself in Dumbledore's office after what happened in the Ministry of Magic… Umbridge's quill and the words on his hand… he couldn't find Sirius in the mirror, he's not smiling back…

He started to shake his head.

"Enough! Pull yourself together!" shouted Snape.

"Stop… Stop it! STOP!" Harry shouted.

"Watch your mouth, Potter!" exclaimed the professor angrily. "Come on! On your feet!"

"No" he buried his face in his hands. "No…" he whispered.

"I said, Get up! Legilimens!"

"No! Please, don't."

Harry felt like spinning. He started to feel sick. His scar started to hurt. First, it burned a little and tingled then it felt like his skin was going to tear apart. He clutched his wand. His anger increased. He stood up with trembling knees and opened his eyes. He couldn't see anything. Everything was blurry. He raised his right hand and shouted:

"You… do this on purpose! So you can torture me! You can't understand… how much pain you're causing me with this!" he gasped. "You just enjoy hurting me! Your whole… pathetic… life… revolves around… this petty little… revenge! Nice thing… hurting a vulnerable… person, huh? DAMNED DEATH EATHER! You'll pay for this! Crucio!" he shouted.

He cast a strong Crucio and Snape dropped his wand and fell to his knees. He hunched up and screamed in pain. Blood was trickling down his forehead and his lips were cracked too. With his last strength he stared at Harry with glassy eyes. That made the boy distracted enough to lose concentration.

He felt like standing on a very fast roller coaster that suddenly froze with him. His stomach twisted and he almost vomited. The unbearable buzzing in his head stopped suddenly, leaving only emptiness and pain behind. He started to cry. His heart was beating so loud he could barely hear anything else.

Snape tried to stand up, but he had to rely on the table not to fall. His face was distorted with the effect of the curse, and with astonishment and terror.

"You…" he gasped. "You… used an… Unforgivable Curse… on me…!"

"N-no!" Harry said in confused. "N-no, I didn't!" he stuttered.

He started to back away and dropped his wand. With trembling hand he opened the door. The boy ran to his room, and slammed the door behind him.

"Harry Potter!" Uncle Vernon shouted again. "Do not slam the door!"

Snape was kneeling in front of the open door, panting and leaning against the table. His limbs still glowed from the pain, but he was interested in something else. For a moment he forgot that a sixteen year old boy cursed him with an Unforgivable. But the thought that there was something wrong with the child mentally, scared him to death…

So what do you think will happen? Will Snape leave? Will Harry send him away? Will he be angry enough to hit Harry? How will the Dursley's act around Marie? How will Harry cope with what happened?

So end of the first chapter (part 2). It was long.

Oh and review. Hope you liked it.

I won't upload for a few days. Maybe next Monday. Who knows.

Bye

Hermina