Chapter 26

Clearing the Air

Harry tossed and turned. He'd woken in the middle of the night and hadn't been able to go back to sleep. He wanted to wait like he had been for Snape to get up, but he didn't think he could stay in this room for another minute. He needed to do something. His thoughts had circled around and around, and he just couldn't settle.

Mary knew who he was. Mary had known his mum. Bill Knew about the Dursleys. Sirius was alive. He had stolen from Sirius. Sirius didn't want him. He was stuck at Snape's house, and the man clearly wasn't pleased to have him here. Dumbledore might know about the Dursley's. Although Harry had long suspected he was at least partially aware.

Harry groaned and rolled over again.

With a sigh he quietly climbed out of bed. He couldn't lie here anymore. He made his way to his trunk and grabbed some clothing. He dressed quickly and then made his way to the bathroom. He used the loo and washed his face and brushed his teeth. He hoped the running water wouldn't wake Snape.

Taking a deep breath, he made his way down the hall. When he heard nothing, he crept down the stairs. He stilled at the bottom of the stairs when he heard a sound from above. After a moment of no other noise, he assumed the man had just rolled over in bed.

He walked to the kitchen and looked for something to do. It was clean to Petunia standards. He looked into the cleaning cupboard and found the bag from the hardware store.

Harry gulped. He didn't want to snoop but he also wanted to know if he was about to be locked up again. He might run if that was the case. He didn't think he could take it again. His breath quickened as he pulled the brown paper bag open and discovered it was nearly full of an assortment of items.

Harry quietly rifled through and discovered it was the items that he had put on his list the first day. Pleasantly surprised, he pulled the items out and made a plan to fix up the kitchen. He could do all the repairs easily.

If he got them done before Snape woke up maybe the man would let him leave again today.

He had promised Mary he'd start working on the roof today if he was allowed to leave.

Harry rolled his shoulders back and set to his tasks.


Severus groaned as he opened his eyes. He had a dull pounding in his head. After Potter had startled him awake last night, he had found it hard to relax. He'd been exhausted after a day of brewing wolfsbane. The morning hadn't helped. Talking with Mary and then the alarming occlumency lesson with Potter. He'd been ready to crawl back in bed after Albus had left.

He'd thought a lot while he had brewed. Albus had always known how to play on his guilt. However, this time he truly felt he deserved it. He had been so angry with being assigned the boy's lessons in the first place he had not conducted them properly. He still didn't understand how the boy had such strong shields now. The boy hadn't had any.

Looking back, that should have been a red flag on its own. Most Wixen had some basic level of shields on their minds. Potter hadn't had anything. Even looking at the boy was like looking directly into his mind.

He had been assaulting the boy without much care for the potential consequences. He didn't think he had done any damage since the boy now seemed to have shields. However, Albus had pointed out how violating it could be to have someone in your mind.

He had learned over his years of being a teacher the emotional problems that students could have. He mostly left the coddling to the others. However, as a head of house he still had to deal with some issues. He didn't think Potters current state was related to their lessons, but he had to grudgingly admit that it could be a contributing factor.

All of that had landed him on the thought that the boy really hadn't been responsible for his discovery and near death. Severus had unknowingly doomed himself. And the boy had saved him. That had been a tough pill to swallow. He wouldn't bring it up with the boy but if he brought it up, he had decided he would thank him.

He had also been thinking over there interactions since he'd come to the house. Severus would admit he did not want the boy here. He did not want to house any student over the summer. However, his worry and anger about the boy's disappearance had not put him in a good head space. He had probably been more abrasive with Potter then was necessary. He wouldn't be going easy on the boy. It was still Potter after all, but he could probably tone it down. Potter had been nothing but a perfect house guest over the past few days.

Severus sighed. He needed a hangover potion and a large glass of water. He had sat in the sitting room drinking late into the night when he hadn't been able to go to sleep.

With a groan he climbed out of bed and headed for the door. He was pleased not to hear the boy and saw that the door was still closed. Perhaps he had finally slept in.

Severus made his way down the hall to the bathroom.

He pulled open the medicine cabinet and grabbed a hangover potion. Once he'd downed it, he noticed that the shelves had been scrubbed. Severus briefly wondered if the boy had looked through the potions. It didn't appear that any had been taken. He was thankful that the cabinet had been cleaned but he supposed he should probably move the potions with a child in the house.

Severus sighed and rubbed his temples.

He stepped into the warm spray of the shower. He'd considered taking one last night. He had needed it. His clothing stunk of the foul wolfsbane, and his hair had been greasy and clingy. But he had felt exhausted and then on edge. He had just never made it there before he had fallen into bed.

He grabbed the shampoo, a muggle product he had found that worked well with his hair and scrubbed it into his scalp. A groan passed his lips as he felt the scrape of his nails. He'd so rarely been allowed long baths or showers as a child. His parents had pinched every cent that hadn't gone into his father's drinking habit. Severus as an adult had found showers to be one of his favorite little luxury's.

When he felt clean and his muscles relaxed, he stepped out of the shower and dried himself.

He cast a drying spell over the towel and wrapped it around his waist.

When he stepped into the hall, he was surprised to see the boy standing at the top of the stairs.

"Good morning." Severus said as politely as he could.

He didn't know how long he'd have Potter, but he didn't want every day of his summer to be shouting at the boy.

The boy went a little green and mumbled something he thought was a good morning. He took a few shaky steps and disappeared into the guestroom.

Severus shook his head and made it into his room.

He'd thought the boy had been in his room. Severus hoped the look hadn't been a sign that he'd been up to something. He really just wanted to have a quiet summer.

Severus dressed quickly and made his way to the kitchen. The boy had apparently slipped back downstairs while he was in his room. Potter was standing at the sink scrubbing something.

Severus smiled at the breakfast. The boy had made a lighter meal today, which Severus appreciated. A bowl of oatmeal and some diced fruit. He had purposefully not bought any more bacon. If he and Potter continued to eat the way the boy had been cooking, they'd both have heart attacks before term started.

"Thank you." Severus said neutrally.

Severus looked over to the boy and noticed he was shaking. He'd not addressed the potential for him being ill yesterday and wondered if he should now.

"Your welcome, Sir." Potter whispered.

Severus furrowed his brows.

He looked back at his meal and decided he'd address the boy once he'd eaten. It had been nice to have breakfast prepared the last few days. He had not expected it today. Albus had more or less told the boy he was no longer being punished.

When he'd finished his breakfast, he watched his dishes disappear into the sink and Potter began to aggressively scrub them. The boy still seemed off. He hoped Potter would go back to his normal Gryffindor self soon. This behavior was strange and made Severus feel like he was looking at a puzzle that was missing pieces.

When the boy finished putting the dishes away, he turned and looked at Severus. The boy looked awful. He wondered if he wasn't sleeping due to some level of homesickness. His first years often missed sleep when adjusting to sleeping in the castle for the first time. Potter would have to get over it. He'd made the choice to leave home. If he was missing it now, he'd be hard pressed to find sympathy from Severus. How anyone could miss Petunia was beyond him. Although perhaps becoming a mother and aunt had mellowed her out.

Severus shook his head and moved to the cupboard. He opened it to get a glass for some water and was surprised when it did not screech like it always had. Then he noticed the hinges had been replaced. He'd bought the parts yesterday and had planned on doing the repairs this weekend. He looked at the backsplash over the sink and noticed the broken tiles had been replaced seamlessly. He looked around and saw that the boy had made all of the repairs.

Severus furrowed his brows. How long had the boy been up? Why had he done the repairs? How had he even known how?

Potter had moved away from the sink when Severus had stood up. He was now just standing in the corner of the room twisting his disgusting shirt in his hands.

Severus sneered. Did the boy not know how to dress himself?

Severus sighed.

He would not start a fight over something as unimportant as clothing. It would not help him with his plan for a calm summer. No doubt Potter would only get defensive and then there would be an argument.

Well maybe not. The boy hadn't argued once. It was baffling.

Severus sat down at the table and sipped his water. He watched Potter who seemed to just be staring at the floor. Why did he stay in the kitchen if he was just going to stand there?

Severus planned to go over his essays today. If he was correct, the boy would need to rewrite them. He wanted them corrected for Potter to work on over the weekend. They would be at Hogwarts most of tomorrow, but Severus planned to have a quiet weekend of reading and perhaps planting in his garden.

"Potter." Severus called.

The boy's head snapped up so fast Severus thought his neck must hurt.

"You are free to do as you please today. If you go to town, you need to return by dark." Severus said neutrally.

"Yes, sir." Potter said and started to make his way out of the kitchen.

"Do find something more respectable to wear." Severus said.

He hoped it wouldn't start a fight, but the boy simply couldn't go to town dressed like that.

"And don't forget to take your wand."

Severus was surprised that instead of looking indignant Potter looked embarrassed.

Severus watched as he smoothed out the wrinkled edge of his shirt and then wrapped his arms around his middle.

"Yes, Sir." Potter said and then disappeared down the hall.

What was that?

Severus took a sip of his coffee and shook his head. He disposed of his newspaper and made his way to the office. He'd put Potters essays in there and he planned on enjoying painting them red.


Harry's shaking legs carried him up the stairs and into his room. He closed the door behind him and leaned on it.

He felt his empty stomach roll. He wanted to throw up. He'd finished all the kitchen repairs and made breakfast for Snape. When he had finished, he'd decided to retrieve his book from his room. He figured Snape couldn't be too upset with him if he was just sitting quietly reading.

When he'd reached the top of the stairs, he'd felt his heart plummet to his feet. Snape was walking back down the hall in nothing but a towel. He'd not expected to see so much of his professor. He had shared a room with four other boys for the last five years. However, he always avoided being around when they were changing. He woke early and showered and left the dorm. In the evening, he pulled the hanging around his bed as soon as he could.

He never showered in the locker room, and he gathered his things from there as quickly as possible.

He had had a panic attack after his first Quidditch practice when everyone had shuffled into the locker rooms.

The boy's room had only had him, the twins and Oliver. It shouldn't have been a problem. However, it had been. He'd been afraid of the older boys and felt sick and ashamed. He'd ducked out and locked himself in the dorm bathroom for over an hour. When he'd calmed down from his panic attack and thrown up, he had showered. He'd scrubbed himself raw and promised himself he wouldn't be put in that situation again.

Snape hadn't looked embarrassed at all by the interaction. He'd even given him a polite good morning. It made his skin crawl even more. Snape hadn't yelled or growled or anything through breakfast. He'd been polite or at least not abrasive. What had caused the sudden change in behavior? Harry had been tricked by politeness before. He'd not fall for it again.

Harry pulled open his trunk and looked at the pile of clothes. Why did Snape even care what he was wearing?

He took a deep breath and tried to remind himself not to overreact. The shirt he was wearing was arguably one of the worst. Snape probably just didn't want to be embarrassed by Harry going around town dressed like this. The Dursleys always were.

Harry found a shirt that was in a little better shape and quickly changed. He kept his eye on the door. He was being paranoid he tried to remind himself. Snape wasn't doing anything wrong. He was actually being reasonable for once.

Harry sighed.

He comforted himself with the reminder that he was getting to go to town again. He was going to spend the day at Mary's. That was all good.

He grabbed his bag and made his way down the stairs and out the door. He changed his appearance and tossed his broken glasses into his bag. With a deep breath he headed to town.


Mary watched as Harry climbed around on her roof. He'd come to the shop early this morning and had been pale and shaky. He'd refused to talk about what was bothering him but clearly whatever it was had shaken him up pretty bad. He'd helped around the shop for a while and eventually she'd sent him over to the grocery store. He had a lot of nervous energy, and she didn't have much for him to do to burn it off.

When he had returned, he'd been calmer and seemed more like himself. She'd closed the shop early and they'd walked to the house. She didn't want him on the roof without supervision. Although he had insisted, he would be fine.

Now he was crawling around up there with nails in his mouth and a hammer in one hand. She could feel her blood pressure raising every time he moved. She should have just called a professional. She really didn't need a kid doing the work.

"Max." Marry called.

She had continued to call him Max even after learning who he was. This kid was nothing like the arrogant rule breaker Severus always described. She wondered how the living situation was going. She hoped Severus was being civil.

"Yeah." Harry mumbled around the nails.

"Are you sure you don't want me to just call someone to do that." Mary said, wringing her hands.

Harry rolled off his knees and sat on his butt. He pulled the nails out of his mouth and grinned down at her.

"Don't think I can do it?" Harry asked.

Oh, the folly of youth. They all thought they were indestructible.

"No, I just don't want you to fall off my roof. You sure you know what you're doing up there?" Mary asked.

"Yes, ma'am. I've reroofed a whole house before. Yours only needs a few repairs. Plus, I've fallen from a roof before. I'll survive." Harry said.

Mary paled at that.

"Please be careful. I'd hate to have to call Severus to scrape you out of the bushes." Mary warned.

Harry went pale like he'd been earlier in the day. She didn't want to push Harry but now she was worried things were worse then she'd thought. Surely Severus wouldn't hurt the boy. Right? She'd be finding out before she let Harry leave tonight. She had become unexpectedly attached to him. If he had already found himself in another bad situation, she would be putting her foot down. He was a sweet kid who hadn't deserved the life he'd already had. She wouldn't let someone make it worse for him.

"Okay. Well, I'm going to get dinner started. Will eat before you have to go. I'm guessing it's back by dark again today?" Mary hollered up.

Harry looked a little lost for a moment and then seemed to shake himself from his thoughts.

"Yes, Ma'am." He said with a tight smile and went back to crawling about on the roof.

Mary sighed and shook her head.

She hoped he'd be all right up there.

She took one last glance and headed to the kitchen.


Harry climbed down the latter and returned the tools to their place. He was thankful he hadn't gotten very dirty today although he was quite sweaty. The day had been warm, and the sun had still been high in the sky when he'd climbed up there.

He hesitated a little at the back door. He'd gotten more comfortable coming and going from the house, but it was always a bit of a hang up.

With a deep breath he pushed the door open.

He walked into the kitchen and smiled at the delicious smells. He'd missed dinners here. They'd had a quick bite to eat last night but it wasn't there regular dinners. Harry walked to the sink and began scrubbing at his hands. They stung from small cuts all over them from the shingles. The cuts burned but not as bad as his side. It had taken more abuse today as he'd twisted around up on the roof. He didn't feel like it was healing properly. Mary had let him put a little anti-bacterial cream on his face, but he hadn't wanted to push and ask if he could use more on his side.

With a sigh he dried his hands and went about setting the table.

"Is the roof done?" Mary asked over her shoulder.

"Yes, ma'am. Just that one spot we talked about. You'll need more shingles to patch it. When you get them, I'll go up and get it fixed." Harry said calmly.

"Very well I'll go to the hardware store tomorrow and see if I can get some ordered." Mary said from her place in front of the stove.

Harry hummed.

He should probably go to the chemist and get something for his open wounds but knowing that the man is a wizard and apparently knows Snape had kept him away.

He would heal. He always had in the past.

"Here we go." Mary said, setting the food on the table.

"Smells delicious." Harry murmured, with a soft smile.

"Old family recipe. I hope you'll like it." Mary said, taking her seat.

Harry joined her and they started their meal. They had a light conversation about books and gardening. Harry was telling Mary about how much he was enjoying the book he was currently reading. Mary had been happy that he'd found something in the shop that he enjoyed so much.

Harry collected there plates and began the dishes as Mary put away the leftovers.

"Can I ask you a question." Mary asked quietly.

Harry was busy with his task and just nodded.

"Are you having issues with Severus? Mary asked.

Harry stopped his cleaning and turned to look at Mary. Had he done or said something to make Mary think that? He didn't think so. Snape's warning not to bad mouth him rang in his ears.

"No ma'am." Harry said.

Mary watched him for a moment.

"I trust Severus. It's why I told him about Max. He's helped boys that have come to town before. I know you have a history with him so things might be different for you. However, if he hurts you, you come straight to me. Do you understand? I know you don't want to talk about it, but I think you've been through enough. You've got people here who will protect you." Mary said confidently.

Harry felt his stomach squirm. Snape had bruised his arms, but he hadn't meant to hurt him. How did Mary know about his relationship with Snape anyway?

"Professor Snape and I don't get along well but were fine. He's his normal grumpy self but I'm just trying to stay out of the way." Harry replied. He hoped she'd drop it.

"You know if you talked to him, he might be able to help you." Mary offered.

Harry shook his head. Telling Snape wouldn't be helpful.

"I won't be his problem for long. I'm fairly sure they'll send me back to my relatives eventually. If I'm lucky it might not be until next summer." Harry said with a sigh.

"If you talk to him, he may be able to keep you from having to go back." Mary tried again.

"He doesn't know me like you do. He sees me as a clone of my dad. I think my dad bullied him in school and he can't look past it." Harry muttered. He twisted his hands together.

Harry thought maybe he shouldn't be sharing that information, but it was the only way he could explain his antagonistic relationship with the Professor.

"I don't know how. You look so much like Lily." Mary said in a whisper.

Harry considered that. Snape had never seen this version of Harry. He couldn't explain that to a muggle though.

"What would that matter?" Harry said.

He'd never heard Snape talk about his mother, but he'd just taken the parent insults as insulting them both. Harry wondered how well Snape might have known his mother. This was a small place. He knew his mother was from here. Had Snape grown up here too? Or had he moved here later? Something to consider later.

Mary pursed her lips but said nothing.

"Just keep it in mind. He could help you. I know the way he sees you is not who you are. The way he talks about his godson is similar. Like you both expect the world to just bow at your feet." Mary finally said.

Harry paused for a moment at that. Snape had a godson? Who? Harry would love to point out the world he was from did want to bow at his feet even if he hated every second of it.

"Snape has a godson?" Harry asked.

Mary nodded.

"Yes, He's your age. I've never met him, but he sounds like he's got his parents wrapped around his little finger." Mary said as she went back to putting away the food.

"Do you know his name?" Harry tried.

"Draco." Mary said off handedly.

Harry was somehow surprised and not at all. It made sense. Malfoy couldn't do anything wrong in Snape's eyes. He was actually surprised that Snape had compared them at all. He guessed Snape could see the prat for what he was, even if his actions didn't match that thought.

"Prat." Harry muttered under his breath.

"None of that in my house." Mary chided.

"Sorry ma'am." Harry said softly, dropping his head.

He hadn't even meant to say it. It had just slipped out.

"That's fine. Just don't do it again." Mary said neutrally.

"Yes ma'am." Harry replied.

Harry set the kettle on the stove and waited. When it was hot, he made their cups and moved to the sitting room on auto pilot.

When they got settled Mary started a new conversation and Harry settled into discussion about a book Mary had been reading about ancient Egypt.

Harry hadn't had much to contribute, other than that his best mate had gone to Egypt a few years ago. Yet, He had still been enthralled in Mary's story about the book.

"It looks like we've lost track of time. You better get going." Mary said a while later.

Harry looked quickly to the window and felt his heart stop. It was dark.

"Shit." Harry whispered, as he jumped to his feet.

Snape was going to kill him.

He felt himself go even paler. He turned back to Mary and grimaced.

"Sorry ma'am." Harry rushed to say.

Mary gave him a pointed look and then nodded.

"Right. Thanks for dinner." Harry said quickly.

He grabbed his bag and threw a quick goodbye over his shoulder.

Harry sprinted towards Snape's house. He was dead. He hadn't realized how late it was. He had been too wrapped up in comfortable conversation.

When the house was in sight, he allowed his form to shift back and grabbed his glasses out of his pocket and crammed them back on his face. He opened the door and rushed in.

"Where have you been?" Snape asked in a low tone.

Harry turned to see the man standing in front of the doorway to the sitting room. All the dread he had slowly worked out of his body that day came back in force.


Severus stared into the fire in the hearth. He'd read all of Potter's essays and didn't even know what to think. They were thoughtful and intelligent. All of them were easily mastery level work. The boy's handwriting was still atrocious, but the content was solid. Even for potions. He'd given some feedback on other books that might be of interest to further some topics he'd brought up, but he truly hadn't had anything to correct.

He had considered that Potter had simply had Ms. Granger do the work. However, the style of writing and the type of understanding was completely different. Granger was very by the book and while intelligent she lacked imagination. Potter's papers had shown understanding of the materials and showed intrigue into how different elements of magic actually worked. It was fascinating.

Severus couldn't understand how Potter could improve so much over such a short amount of time. Or more likely why he had dumbed himself down so much before. It just didn't make sense.

The sun had gone down half an hour ago. He was starting to get annoyed that Potter had not returned. It was for his safety that he'd insisted that Potter return by dark. He thought he'd been pretty reasonable today. He hadn't yelled or made demands. Other than asking the boy to leave the house in something that didn't resemble house elf rags.

Severus sighed and rubbed his temples. He hoped Potter hadn't gone and gotten himself in trouble. Or worse run off again. He'd give him another half hour and then he'd start looking. He had no idea what the boy had even done with an entire day in town. He'd been there yesterday. It wasn't a big town and there wasn't much to do. It's why it was so easy for the runaways to cause trouble when they showed up.

Severus was questioning Albus wisdom in allowing Potter out of the house to roam the streets. He had been the one who had been so insistent on Potter staying in one location. Although, Severus knew from Order meetings that Potter frequently went out. He really had no idea what he did or where he went. He tried not to get caught up in Potters comings and goings in the summer. He was tasked with it enough during term.

Severus groaned and tried to tell himself he was annoyed at the boy for breaking rules and not worried that he wasn't back. He was not the child's parent, and he wouldn't sit here and worry about him like that.

Severus' thoughts drifted again to how Potter had been behaving. Severus knew he could have an imposing presence. However, Potter had never backed down. He'd always met him with nearly the same intensity. He was arrogant and thought he was above the rules. However, now he was starting to see something he really didn't care for. The boy was cowering. He was afraid.

Severus didn't like that at all. He didn't know why Potter's attitude had changed or what had happened this summer, but Potter was afraid. Perhaps it had been his last run in with the Dark Lord or maybe it was something that had happened while he was running around. What Severus did know is that he wasn't his father. He would not continue to frighten Potter for the sake of putting him in his place or teaching him a lesson. If the boy broke the rules there would be clear consequences but otherwise, he would try and keep his temper in check.

Black had been right. Something had been wrong with Potter. Severus had just been too angry to see it. The boy had been in shock when he'd come to the castle. Severus should have known better. Part of his Mastery in potions had also involved Medi-Wizard training. He frequently helped Poppy out and honestly, he could kick himself for not only dismissing Blacks claim but also making the situation worse.

Severus sighed.

He looked at the clock and realized he'd been lost in his musings again. He would leave in five minutes if Potter didn't make it back. He honestly wouldn't blame him for running. He just didn't want to chase the brat down again.

He had decided he would sit the boy down and discuss things. Including an apology when he got home. He would also clearly spell out the consequences of his tardiness. He did think the boy needed clear boundaries and Severus would not back down from that. He had decided to treat Potter like one of his Slytherins while he was staying in his house. Albus may have had a point when they'd spoken in the hospital wing. Perhaps what the boy needed was consistency.

Severus stood and stretched his back. He grimaced at the popping and cracking. He'd hoped he'd make it a few more years on this planet before he sounded like such an old man doing something as simple as standing. As he stepped into the hall the front door flew open and in tumbled a disheveled teen.

"Where have you been?" Severus asked as neutrally as he could.

Potter's wide green eyes shot to him. He looked like a scared rabbit ready to flee right back out the door.

Severus sighed.

He could kick himself for making this situation worse. He'd needed to maintain distance from Potter at the school. It had been easy, honestly. He was a Gryffindor and looked painfully like his childhood bully. However, Severus had definitely over stepped. The boy had not asked to stay here. He'd been dumped here by the headmaster and then had his head bitten off at every turn.

Severus turned from the boy and headed to the kitchen.

"Come along Potter. We have things to discuss." Severus drawled.

Severus made his way into the kitchen and set the kettle. He'd try and smooth this situation over. Perhaps there was still a chance to salvage this situation and his summer.

When Severus turned around, he saw the boy standing just inside the kitchen door.

"Would you like some tea?" Severus offered.

The boy began to shake his head and then stopped. He looked very unsure of himself.

"I…Um…Sure Professor. Thank you." Potter whispered while trying to make uncertain eye contact.

Jesus. Had he really fucked up that bad? Severus thought as he turned back to the kettle. He pulled two mugs down and proceeded to make tea. He made his favorite blend. One he had mixed a few years ago. It was calming and great for stressful evenings.

Severus placed the mugs on the table and took his seat.

"Come sit." Severus said motioning to the table.

He had set the mugs opposite one another the way they had sat that first meal. Was that the only meal they had shared all week? Severus thought it may have been. Potter had been making meals and eating before he even made it to the kitchen. It was a little rude, but he guessed it was rather awkward to be sharing meals with a teacher. Especially one that had been a complete git to you all week.

He watched Potter slide the bag from his shoulder and lean it against the leg of the chair. Then take his perched position on the seat. It looked terribly uncomfortable. Although nothing Severus had seen the boy do, looked like he was comfortable.

Potters' eyes bounced uncertainly from the mug to just over Severus' shoulder.

Severus gave Potter a nod and the boy finally reached out for his mug.

Potter stared into the cup for a long time and then raised it to his mouth. Severus scrunched his eyebrows together. Potter didn't take a sip, he smelt it and set it back down while trying to look like he had had some.

"It's good. Thank you." Potter said softly.

Severus raised his eyebrows.

"You might know if you'd had any." Severus drawled.

Potter blushed and looked away. His arms wrapped around his middle. Severus thought it was a strange gesture. He'd seen Potter do it a few times over the last few days. It was a protective movement. But what exactly was Potter being protective of.

"You don't need to drink it. It's one of my own blends. It has…" Severus was unexpectedly interrupted.

"Valerian root, Hyacinth, peppermint, and asphodel mixed into black tea leaves. It's calming draught in tea form." Potter recited and then gave Severus a strange look. Something challenging yet fearful.

Severus was taken aback that the boy could identify so much. There were only trace amounts of asphodel in the tea. He did not like the look on the kids' face. The look clearly said he was waiting to find out if he was going to be forced to drink what, as Potter had pointed out, was close to a potion.

"You're right. I enjoy it in the evening to calm my mind. Also, I would appreciate not being interrupted." Severus replied calmly and took another sip of his tea.

The range of emotions that flitted across the boy's face was interesting. He almost glowed with pride when he'd said he was right. Then his brows had creased in what looked like concern and then he'd blushed red at being reminded not to interrupt. At least the boy was showing some emotion. He must have allowed his wall down while he was out. Severus wondered what kind of shields the boy had created behind the most intense wall. Hopefully, he had created something and not just an on off switch of a wall.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Potter apologized, looking at Severus and then looking down at the table.

"Very well. I would like to discuss how things have been going here." Severus said clearing his throat.

Potter looked back up and seemed to be listening, but he was fidgeting quite a bit.

"I want to apologize for how things have been. You didn't ask to be here. I didn't ask for you to be here. However, we both seem to be caught in the whims of the headmaster." Severus began.

"I was rather angry that you had disregarded the headmasters' orders to stay home. I spent a week with Lupin looking for you. Then I was in a rather stressful, albeit boring meeting when you were brought in. I did not handle the situation properly." Severus explained.

"This is not an excuse for my less then warm welcome. I…This is my summer break as well. I had not planned on hosting a student for it. But here we are. I would prefer not to be in a battle of wills with you for the entirety of our summer. I am unaware of how long you will be remaining here. However, best to plan for the long haul." Severus continued.

Potter had an intense look of concentration on his face. He didn't look like he believed things would change but that would have to come with time. At least the boy was listening.

"I'm aware my apology yesterday was insufficient. When you were able to keep me from your mind, after having shown no aptitude for occlumency, I was concerned that you may not have been yourself. I…I'll admit I panicked." Severus said honestly. It was an awkward thing to admit but he hoped his honesty would start breaking a few walls with the boy.

Potter looked at him critically. Then nodded.

"I know how alarming it is to discover someone is not who you thought they were. I forgive you." Potter replied evenly.

Severus was slightly taken aback by the easy acceptance of his apology. The boy quickly empathized and then had forgiven him. Severus for the first time saw a little of Lily shining through in the boy.

Severus nodded back.

"I plan to work on the house this summer. It hasn't had much care over the years. I appreciate how hard you have worked. It's impressive. I would appreciate your help as I work on the house. However, I will not make it a condition of you living here." Severus said neutrally. Honestly, he hoped the boy would help. With all the brewing he still needed to do and Order meetings he wasn't sure how much he'd get done on his own.

"Sure." Potter nodded.

He still looked anxious, but he'd stopped fidgeting. He would take that as a positive sign.

"Very well. The last two matters should be quickly cleared up. The headmaster contacted me earlier. We will have our first dueling lesson tomorrow. I'd like to leave after breakfast. Your godfather will also be at the school tomorrow and wishes to see you. There will be an Order meeting after, and I will expect you to find something nondestructive to do while you wait for me. We will return here after." Severus informed Potter.

Severus was a little alarmed to see Potter go grey when he'd brought up Black. He wasn't sure what that was about.

Severus then remembered the rambling letter he'd left at Grimmauld. Perhaps he was still feeling guilty for the whole mess. He'd leave that for Black to deal with.

"Lastly, we need to address your tardiness." Severus said with a more authoritative tone although he did not raise his voice.

He didn't think Potter could go paler and then he did.

"You will be on restriction this weekend. I will have tasks for you to complete both days. Monday we can try again. Would you like to explain your late return?"


Harry felt terribly uncomfortable with this conversation. First the man had continued with this completely out of character politeness. Then he'd tried to trick him into taking a potion. He'd explained, apologized, and praised him all in the same conversation. Was this even Snape? If it was, what did he want? No one switched that quickly, not without ulterior motives. Harry felt that sick twisting in his stomach again.

Now Snape wanted to talk punishment for being late. His tone was more like the one he took in the classroom. Maybe it was Snape. Why wasn't that comforting at all?

"I just lost track of time, Sir." Harry said, trying to sound confident. It was the truth. He'd been enjoying the relaxed conversation with Mary, and they hadn't even noticed the sun go down.

"Obviously." Snape intoned.

"Where were you?" Snape asked.

Harry couldn't tell the truth. He wasn't supposed to know Mary.

"The book shop." Harry answered.

Snape didn't look fully convinced but nodded.

"I trust you were polite to Mary. She is a friend and I'd hate to think you were disrespectful." Snape responded.

Harry had gathered that they knew each other from Mary's comments but to hear Snape call anyone a friend was a little surprising.

"Yes, sir." Harry answered.

"Very well. It's late. Have you eaten?" Snape asked as he rose from his seat.

Harry was confused. Wasn't he on restriction again? Was this a trick? He'd eaten at Mary's, but he couldn't say that. He supposed Snape could assume he'd gotten something at the grocery or eaten at the diner. He hoped he wouldn't be in more trouble.

"Yes, Sir." Harry answered quietly.

"All right. Off to bed then." Snape said collecting there cups and taking them to the sink.

Harry stood on shaky legs. He would like to think perhaps he and Snape could be civil for the summer. As much as he doubted it. As much as he hated himself for feeling hope, he did hope things could go smoothly.

When he got to the door he stopped and turned back to look at Snape.

"Good night, Professor." Harry said softly.

Harry made his way back upstairs. He needed a shower. Both for the sweat from the work he'd done and for the slimy feeling that had lingered all day. When he had collected his clothes and toiletries he headed for the shower. He kept it short, but he'd still done a lot of scrubbing. When he got back to his room, he debated whether or not to close the door. Part of him wanted the illusion of protection. A closed door against a wizard was about as protective as hiding under a blanket from a monster, but it felt secure. However, he also hated the feeling of being trapped.

He finally settled on, leaving it open a little like he had been doing. He lay in bed and fidgeted. It had been nearly a week since he'd dived into the road to save the little boy. However, the road rash was not healing. His face still looked rough, but his arm and body looked worse. The wounds had not been treated properly and he'd pulled some spots open several times. His harsh washing hadn't helped matters.

He felt uncomfortable asking Snape for potions, but he worried how dueling would go tomorrow.

With a sigh he rolled on his right side and stared at the wall. He was nervous about seeing Sirius again. What would he say? Was he angry with him? Ashamed? Would he tell Harry he didn't want him to contact him anymore? Had he already said those things in Dumbledore's office? He couldn't remember.

Harry rolled back on his back and winced. He cast a silencing charm for the nightmares that would no doubt plague his sleep and forced his wall up. He wished he could sleep as Akela tonight. This day had been too long and upsetting. With a sigh he closed his eyes.


Severus sighed.

He didn't think that had gone poorly, but it could have gone better.

Potter still seemed very jumpy. He could kick himself for having pushed the brat so much the last few days. He now thought it might be prudent to push about where the boy had been while he was on the run. If something had happened that needed to be addressed better to do it now, then wait for term to start.

Perhaps he would talk to Black tomorrow and see if he had any ideas. What was the world coming to when he was going to willingly seek out Black? For advice no less.

Severus groaned.

He had heard the shower run and then cut off shortly after. The boy hadn't even showered for five whole minutes. Did Minerva not go over anything with her students? Had Potters relatives not explained basic hygiene with the kid. Severus did not want to have a first-year conversation with Potter. However, if it seemed necessary, he would. He would not allow Potter to neglect self-care. He already needed to address the boy's sorry wardrobe choices.

With that last thought he made his way up the stairs. He walked to the bathroom and took his shower. Enjoying the heat on his tense muscles. When he stepped out, he noticed a small droplet of blood on the floor.

Wrapping himself in his towel he squatted down and looked at the spot. It was definitely blood.

Severus groaned as he stood up. He'd need to address that with Potter. He'd like to push it off until morning but something in his gut told him he should address this now.

Severus pulled open the door and began walking down the hall. Just as he reached his door Dumbledore's Patronus appeared in front of him.

Severus sighed.

"I know it's late, but could you please come to my office. I need your assistance with a bit of Order business." The Patronus spoke in Albus voice.

Severus growled.

What could the man possibly need at this hour? He would be in the man's office in the morning. Could it not simply wait?

Severus entered his room and quickly dressed. He was stepping out of the headmaster's fireplace five minutes later.


"Good evening Albus. What can I do for you?" Severus asked as he stepped up to Albus desk.

He was surprised to see the man wearing a traveling cloak.

"Good evening, Severus." Albus said a little coldly.

Severus raised his eyebrow.

Albus folded his hands and looked up at him. He looked stressed and had a look of deep concentration on his face.

"I've had time to think over what we discussed yesterday. I do not believe it would be in Mr. Potters best interest to continue residing with you. However, at the moment it is the safest location. That being said I have been working all day on a different solution. I'd like your assistance to see if my efforts have been successful." Albus said with the same cold and flat tone.

Severus felt hurt by the headmaster's words. He had no interest in keeping Potter longer then he had too. However, it was clear he'd lost a lot of trust and respect in the headmaster's eyes.

He would like to argue but He did not want to give albus the wrong impression.

Severus pulled up his Occlomency shields.

"Very well Albus." Severus said calmly.

Severus assumed that Albus had assisted Bill Weasley in strengthening the wards on the Burrow or wherever it was that Black and Lupin had hidden out. He wasn't sure what use he could be. He knew some about warding, but Albus and Bill were far superior in the matter.

Albus stood and walked around his desk. He took Severus' arm and then with a cry from the phoenix he hadn't even noticed they were pulled away from the office.

When they landed, Severus was surprised to find that they were in a muggle neighborhood. Not the Burrow then. He was surprised Lupin had picked some place so crowded.

However, as he followed Albus out of the alley they had landed in and onto the street Severus was even more confused. This was little Whinging. He recognized it from his searching with Lupin. Hadn't Potters relatives left the country? What was the purpose of being here now?

When they got to the end of the block Albus stopped.

"When I brought Harry here, I placed several wards to help keep him safe. When his aunt accepted him into her home the blood wards that were created by Lily came into effect. I have checked all of my wards around the property and have found them to be intact. I have been attempting to bring the blood wards back. If I can convince Harry's relatives to return this will be the safest place for Harry." Albus explained.

"If I have been successful, you shouldn't be able to cross the blood wards because of your Mark." Albus continued gesturing to Severus' arm.

Severus didn't know if returning Potter was the best idea. Tonks had made it sound as if Potters family had washed there hands of the boy. Would he not simply run away again if he came back here?

"How would it be possible to bring the wards back up without Potter or his relatives present?" Severus asked.

"There was still ambient magic from the wards falling. I'm attempting to see if with the limited time they've been down I might be able to bring them back up. I bought the house in hopes that if I could not get the blood wards back up, we may be able to use the existing wards in combination with a Fidelius for an additional safe house." Albus said.

"Not to sound like I don't trust you Albus, but what should I expect if the wards are still in place? I've seen some dark results of wards being crossed by those who were not allowed to cross them." Severus asked wearily.

"Nothing should happen. You should simply not be able to breach them." Albus said.

Severus sighed and nodded.

"Where do the wards start?" Severus asked.

"At the property line. I'd like to see if you can walk on to the property. If you can then we will test entering the house." Albus explained.

"Very well." Severus drawled.

He was exhausted. He just wanted to go home and go to bed. He had not planned on walking around in the middle of the night for the headmaster.

Severus walked in front of the house and took in its appearance in the dark. When he'd been here with Lupin they had mostly just walked past the house with limited acknowledgement. He noticed that the yard was a little overgrown but looked like it had been previously well maintained. The house was nearly identical to the others in the neighborhood.

Severus rolled his shoulders back and headed for the property line. When he reached the edge of the property, he took a deep breath and hoped the old man hadn't lied to him. He was not interested in spending the evening in the hospital wing.

Severus stepped onto the sidewalk without issue. There was nothing preventing him from continuing. He looked back at Albus and saw the disappointment on his face.

Albus waved his hand to indicate he should continue. Severus nodded and continued up the walk. When he reached the door, he looked back to Albus who nodded again. He reached for the doorknob and felt something. He could feel some kind of wards. He didn't know if they were the ones Albus had on the house or the blood wards though.

He turned the knob and stepped into Potters former home. He felt a slight wash of magic but nothing that would prevent him from continuing. He looked around the empty house. So, this is where the boy-who-lived had grown up. Severus sneered. Potter had grown up about how he'd expected. Nice neighborhood. Nice house. Potter had been given a good life and had come to Hogwarts with an inflated sense of self importance.

"I had hoped my efforts had been more effective." Albus said as he stepped into the house.

Severus turned to look at him.

"Perhaps, you could have Bill assist you?" Severus offered.

Albus shook his head.

"I sent a message earlier inquiring, and he told me he didn't think it was possible. He also had several other tasks on his plate." Albus sighed.

"So, what now?" Severus asked, looking around the house.

"I will address the matter tomorrow with the Order. We can set the Fidelius at a later time. I'll need someone to come and set the house up for an emergency safe house." Albus said running his hand through his long beard.

"Very well. Is there anything else I can do for you this evening? I was headed to bed when you called." Severus said in a bored tone.

"No, thank you, Severus." Albus said.

Severus went to head for the door and was stopped by Albus' hand on his shoulder. He turned to look back at the man.

"I am sorry my boy. I have seen that many of my past actions may have had better options. I think it was a mistake to have you attempt to teach Mr. Potter Occlumency. I can see that now. I hope you can forgive me for forcing you into that situation. However, I cannot condone you attacking a student Severus. I am sorry that I must ask you to continue to house Mr. Potter. But it is the safest option at the moment." Albus said.

Severus nodded. Albus was trying to take responsibility for his part in this mess. Severus supposed he could as well.

"I understand Albus. I am attempting to put aside my animosity with the boy. We had a conversation this evening that I hope will begin to clear the air. I've decided to treat having Potter in my home like I would having a student in Slytherin. Clear expectations and consequences. I believe I allowed my emotions over this stressful year and especially stressful summer to get the best of me. I will endeavor to make up for my obvious failings." Severus said a little stiffly.

Severus did not want to be at odds with Albus. However, it was clear to him that the man had not lost his meddling ways and was still attempting to manipulate every situation to his advantage.

Albus smiled.

"I'm glad to hear it. I wish you luck. However, should you find you are not up to the task or need help I expect you to contact me. It is not weakness to admit you need help." Albus said with a grandfatherly pat on the shoulder before he breezed out the door.

Severus felt annoyed. He hardly thought watching one annoying teen would require asking for assistance. Then he was reminded he was planning to talk with Black tomorrow for exactly that purpose.

Severus huffed.

He made his way down the walk behind the headmaster.

"Have a good night. I will see you tomorrow." Albus said with a nod before Fawkes appeared out of nowhere and both man and bird disappeared.

Severus rolled his eyes. Albus was far too dramatic for his tastes.

Severus turned on his heel and apparated back to spinners end. Today had been entirely too long. He longed for his bed.

He trudged back up the stairs and noticed Potters door was open again. With a sigh he peaked in and assured himself that the boy was still there. When he verified the brat was in bed, he closed the door and headed off to bed. Tomorrow would be another long day.