AN: Hello! I am rewriting my story with the help of Breannatala! I find that the original version was just too ugh and not enough ah. I don't know if I'm going to be updating on the original version yet, but I might. This is still going to be a Severitus, I'm just going to make it a little more better.

Harry Potter of Number Four Privet Drive, fifteen, was currently wandering around Wisteria Walk in a depressed mood. He could hear the footsteps of his guard tailing him. He couldn't tell who it was, but he thought it might be Tonks or Remus. Harry, dragging his feet across the pavement, wished they didn't have to follow him, it was annoying. Really, he just wanted to be alone, and there was no way that was going to happen since there was always someone around.

'Sirius, I wish you were here, I hate having to do this alone, and not to mention my friends not writing to me again, I feel the same way I felt last year. That no one wanted to hang out with me' Harry thought miserably as he walked to the park and sat down miserably on one of the swings and he looked around at the park, that was once a wreck. But the park was looking a lot better since Dudley, and his gang had stopped vandalizing it.

Harry looked stared ahead, his face blank, and emotionless. The battle at the Ministry was still fresh in his mind, as was his Godfather's death. He was feeling extremely guilty; it was his fault! Why did he fall for that stupid fake vision that Voldemort sent him? Harry couldn't believe that he had been so stupid, he should have listened to Hermione. If he had, then none of that would have happened.

"I was stupid to fall for that. Snape was right, I'm just an arrogant prat," Harry muttered to himself, and he thought he heard a snort but ignored it, figuring it was just his imagination. "Maybe if I had listened to him when he decided to give me those lessons, Sirius would still be here." With a sigh, Harry got up and headed back to Privet Drive.

He walked into his house and upstairs to his room, ignoring his Uncle's questions about where he was at and what he was doing. Once in his room, Harry laid down on the bed and fell asleep.

When Harry awoke the next morning, it was to a sound that he would rather be pleased to get rid off for the rest of his life.

"POTTER!" came the loud voice of Harry's uncle, "GET DOWN HERE NOW" Harry sighed, got up, and went downstairs mumbling under his breath about how he wished that the Dursleys would go fall of a cliff. When he got downstairs, he was shocked at what he saw.

The Dursleys and Harry's most hated teacher at his school, Professor Severus Snape was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee with Harry's aunt and uncle, who were also sitting at the table, but they looked a little, er, angry. You could already see that Uncle Vernon's face is turning red. They were sitting rather rigidly, and the looks on their faces were a little strained.

Figuring that Snape was here just to torment him, he walked in and stood off to the side waiting for him to explain why he was here. Before he could speak, however, Uncle Vernon stood up and walked over to Harry, standing a little too close for Harry's comfort, and yanked his arm.

"Just what in God's name is your freaky teacher doing in my house?" He spat, spraying Harry with spittle. Harry rolled his eyes, and wiped his face off. He could feel anger rising inside himself already, but he tried to keep it in.

"How in the hell am I suppose to know? He's probably here to torment me, just like you guys do!" Harry snapped, his temper getting the best of him

"DON'T YOU YELL AT ME BOY! I RAISED YOU YOUR WHOLE PATHETIC LIFE, AND I DEMAND RESPECT!" Vernon yelled, Harry rolled his eyes, and just stood there. He was used to this kind of reaction from his uncle.

"WELL, TOO BAD! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET ANY FROM ME!" And with that, Vernon was somehow back in his chair, probably due to Harry's accidental magic. Snape took that time to stand up.

"Mr. Potter," Snape sneered. "I see that you still cannot control your temper." Harry glared at him. Tension had filled the air. "You are in danger, the Dark Lord has found out where you live," Snape started Harry snorted, and tried to cover it up as a cough, "and he is, no doubt, sending Death Eaters to come and . . . fetch you." Snape finished, waiting for a reply.

Harry just stared. Great, he thought. Just what I need to make my summer happier - to be found and captured by Death Eaters. He quickly looked down at the floor, remembering that Snape could read his mind.

"Really, and how am I going to know that you won't just hand me over?" Harry asked.

Snape glared. "Well, Potter you are just going to have to trust me on this, now aren't you?" he replied with one of his famous sneers.

Harry glared back. He didn't care what Dumbledore, or anyone else, said, Snape was an evil, twisted, greasy git. He may not be a Death Eater anymore, but that doesn't mean that he wouldn't want to get rid of someone who had tormented him in his school days. Before Harry could say anything, his uncle spoke up.

"Now wait just a minute, you mean to tell me that my family is in danger because of you freaks?" Vernon asked, and Harry ignored him, as did Snape. When Vernon kept rambling, Snape silenced him with a Silencing Charm.

"You are to come with me to Number 12 Grimmauld place at once. I suggest you go pack your belongings so we can go. And hurry up, Potter. I want to get this over with soon," Snape said, bringing Harry out of his thoughts. "Your relatives will be taken care of later."

"No, I can't go there. I'll go anywhere else but there. I'm not going to let you, or anyone else to keep me caged up like you did to Sirius." Harry said, despairingly.

"Potter, quit being a pathetic brat, and let's go already. Or do you think yourself such an important person, that you believe you deserve special treatment?" Snape asked. Harry couldn't stop himself - he was yelling.

"JUST GO TO HELL, ALRIGHT?! WOULD YOU, FOR ONCE, JUST STOP TAKING YOUR ANGER OVER A PERSON THAT HAS BEEN DEAD FOR ALMOST FIFTEEN YEARS OUT ON ME?" Harry yelled. "FOR THE LAST TIME I AM NOT MY DAD!" With that Harry started upstairs, but before he made it, Snape yanked his arm and forced him to face him.

"Did you enjoy that, Potter?" he snarled "I will not be spoken to in that way, especially from you." Harry glared at him, a little miffed at being stopped, he figured Snape would want him to be captured and killed. "Go get your things packed and then get back down here in ten minutes so we can leave this godforsaken place!" Snape added menacingly, apparently starting to lose control of his temper.

"I already told you, I'm not going to that place. And if that means that I have to stay here, and risk getting killed, well then so be it." Harry said, he could tell Snape was getting impatient.

"I suppose, then, we'll just have to do it my way," he said, and with a flick of his wand, Harry's things floated down the stairs and landed on the floor next to Harry and Snape, who shrunk them and put them in one of his pockets. He pulled out a portkey, and before Harry could protest further, they were gone.