A/N: So I got 12 favorites and 14 followers, so I figured I might as well post another chapter in celebration. Really wasn't planning on updating this so often, but since the chapters are pretty short I guess I might as well.

Harry dug into lunch with a gusto, loving every second of it as more and more food began appearing around him.

"My it seems the school's House Elves prefer to serve Mr. Potter over us."

"Now, Minerva, we all know the Elves have their favorites. I'm sure you can recall the pie that always runs away when we try to take a slice, but will readily serve itself to you."

That comment actually served to cause the Transfiguration Professor to blush as she swatted at the Headmaster.

Harry grinned as the other professor's began to laugh and poke fun at the two, it was a surreal experience sitting between the Headmaster and Hagrid. After getting to the office, Dumbledore had sat him down and explained to him that Sirius Black might be targeting him to get revenge for Voldemort, he had sensed there was something more to the situation but had held his tongue. He could always squeeze Hagrid for it. Since then, he had been moved into the Third year dorm and had the rules explained to him.

He couldn't be out after 9.

He couldn't barge in on the teacher's whenever he wanted and had to be sure to knock and wait if he did need something.

But worst of all, he couldn't go outside, not even to fly. He had to get the Headmaster's permission if he wanted to, and since the old man was constantly busy, that wasn't going to happen. It was all worth it though, he had already started browsing through the library, he didn't have Madam Pince constantly eyeing him, but he did have to be sure that anything he moved was put back in the exact same spot, under threat of losing Library privileges come September. His Potions Essay was already done, and he was going to flip a coin after lunch to see if he'd start on his Transfiguration paper or Charms paper next.

He had all the time in the world though, it was his second day at the school, and he had all summer. At least, he thought he did. "Headmaster?"

The old man waved off McGonagall as he turned to the boy, "Yes, Mr. Potter?"

"Am I here all summer?"

The old man paused at the question, "Well my boy, as I explained yesterday you should only be here a week, I called in a favor from an old friend of mine, I am hoping for a favorable reply, yet I know she can be a little… standoffish I suppose would be the word for it. I hope that she agrees to take you in for the summer, however if she cannot, then you are more than welcome to stay for the rest of the holiday."

"Who is this friend?"

"She is an old friend of mine from the war with Grindelwald, a student of mine actually. I haven't seen her in quite some time, but I know she is more than capable of handling herself should Mr. Black come for you."

Harry shuddered on the inside at that comment, not about the Black part, but about the old friend. He knew the war had been in the 40s, so knowing that she had to be almost as ancient as the Headmaster. He was almost hoping that she would decline, just so he wouldn't have to live with someone's grandmother, especially if they had any cats like Mrs. Figg.

"W-" Before he could say anything the Headmaster continued on.

"Perhaps I could even convince her to stay the night she come's to pick you up, or at least stay for a meal. You know she hasn't visited in some years, she's been living across the pond with the Americans."

"Oh Albus," McGonagall groaned, "You can't possibly mean, who I think you do."

"Oh nonsense, Minerva, it will be fine, it's been so many years since you were first introduced to Mrs. Semenova, can't you look passed that old argument and let bygones be?"

"I feel as if I'm missing something," Snape spoke up, "Who is this, what did you call her?"

"Semenova, Ashleigh Semenova. She was a student here many years ago, and she left this country long before you first set foot in here, Severus. I'm sure the two of you would get along great, she has made many advancements in potions. I'm sure you've heard of some of them, such as the Breath of Chimera's Potion, or the Mandrake's Shiver?"

Harry greened as the two began talking excitedly over potions, this was just getting worse and worse, another potions fanatic just like Snape, he'd never escape that dreaded class.

"Potter!" the dreaded man snapped at him, "If you do stay with this woman, I expect you to become at the very least mediocre in my class, if you so much as get a single A, I will personally see to it that you never set foot in my OWL's class."

"Now Severus, I do think that is enough. While you do not know the woman, I do, honestly I'll be surprised if she even considers Albus before sending a rejection letter. Please tell me she will not be teaching DADA this year, Albus? I fear I will have to bring this before the board in protest if you do."

"Now, now Minerva, I'm sure there would be no need for that. Besides I have already received a reply from our new DADA teacher. With Mr. Black escaping from Azkaban, I have since asked a foremost expert in the situation to come in."

"Albus!" Snape shouted, "You can't possibly mean-"

"Yes, Mr. Lupin shall be here before the weeks end, he has generously accepted my offer of employment, and-" He was cut off as a bang sounded throughout the hall as the Potions Master leapt to his feat, knocking his chair over in progress. With a heated glare directed at both The Headmaster and Harry, the man stalked around the table and disappeared through the side door.

This was just great, first he had some old lady that was going to look after him, and now he was probably going to have to deal with an irate Snape for the rest of his time here. He let out a loud groan as he sunk into his seat, what else could go wrong.

As he thought those words the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall turned violent, and with the second time in as many days, lightning crashed nearby and the sound of a torrent of rain began falling from the sky. Fate really hated him.