Harry walked around the campus most of the time until dinner. Just thinking. Snape, on the other hand had retired to his personal potions lab. He was working on brewing more potions for Madam Pomfrey. Before he knew it, there was a knock at his potions room door. "What is it Potter?" "Um, Dinner Professor." Harry called back in an unsure voice. Snape sighed. "Go on. I won't be coming to dinner this evening." Harry hesitated. "Are you sure professor?" "Ah! Yes Potter!" Snape barked. He hated having to repeat himself. A barely audible apology sounded through the door followed by sounds of footsteps fading. Snape sighed again and resumed him work. An hour or so later, Snape's stomach growled at him loudly. He looked at his work. He could easily stop here for the night. He was almost done anyways. He scowled inwardly at the thought of having to be in that great hall.

Upon opening his Potions room door, the young professor was met with a delightful scent. "What is that?" He thought allowed. "Oh! Professor, you're out already? You have to pardon me a moment, it's still cooling." Harry said as he busily set the table. Snape walked to the dining table as he eyed the kitchen warily. "I didn't know what you liked, so I just went with a basic honey glazed ham with asparagus and mashed potatoes." Harry said as he prepared a plate for Professor Snape. He set the plate in front of him as well as a glass of tea. "Sorry if you don't like ham." Harry said nervously. "Nonsense. Of course I like ham. Uh, Thank you Potter." Harry smiled at the huge compliment that entailed. Snape didn't think Harry could actually cook with the way he must have been raised, so he wasn't ready for the most delectable experience that came with Potter's cooking.

"Oh wow!" He said before he could stop himself. Harry beamed to the point of letting out a small chuckle if delight, then turned back to the kitchen to clean up his mess. "What are you doing?" Snape asked, trying to pretend he didn't react like he did. Harry shrugged as he started the fauset. "I'm cleaning my mess before I eat." Harry said. Snape stared a moment before returning to the meal.

When he finished he saw that Harry was still cleaning. "oh! Your done. Would you like some more Professor?" Harry asked, putting down the pan he'd been scrubbing. Snape raised an eyebrow. "No, I'm fine Potter. You however, need to eat." Harry shrugged. "I'm not really hungry. I'll eat when I'm done." he said before returning to the pan.

Snape sighed and went to take a drink from his empty cup of tea, then set it down. "oh! Here." harry took the cup and brought it back to pour more tea in it. He looked down and let a small smile slip from his lips.

"What's so funny?" Snape asked. Harry looked up and shrugged. "Nothing. Just a silly memory." he said before continuing with what he was doing. "Professor, would you mind if I made a personal trip tomorrow? There's another teacher I want to meet with." "Not tomorrow. You'll need to accompany to some meetings. The whole staff will be involved so the teacher you want to meet with be busy as well anyways. You may however, have all sunday morning free until lunch." Snape explained. Harry nodded as he set the newly filled cup of tea in front of the professor.

Silence filled the air between them again as Harry returned to cleaning the pan he had been working on. Snape stared curiously at the boy. The image of Potter, fresh out of the shower came across his mind. Snape's face flared up. He should NOT be thinking about that so he quickly shoved the thought to the back of his mind.

Finally, Harry decided all of the dinner mess was clean. He looked at the storage bowl he'd put dinner in for a moment before deciding he wasn't hungry. He covered it up and put it in the fridge. "Oh! I'm sorry, I forgot to ask if you'd like dessert?" he said to the Professor. "No thank you Potter. Though I'd appreciate it if you served yourself some dinner." He said, making a point on the fact Harry hadn't eaten. Harry just shrugged. "I'm not really hungry. Did you want to finish you potions or are you going to bed?" Harry asked, effectively changing the subject.

"Why do you care?" Snape asked sternly. "Um, well. I was wondering if you were working on your potions, if m-maybe I could help?" Harry said, feeling rather embarrassed. Snape just raised an eyebrow. "Potter, as... complementable, your skills with cooking may be, you are lucky I can't permanent ban you from my potions classroom. No, you won't be joining me in a potions room if I can ever help it. Either way, I will be retiring for the night. Be up by 4:00, understand? Snape finished. Harry nodded and they both headed off to bed.

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As usual, Harry didn't really sleep. But the nightmare was different this time. This time he was at the docks in the boat house. He was on the ground and could feel his life slipping away. A gust of wind blew and suddenly appeared a dark figure. He looked up to see a predatory smile. "you're dying." it said. With a deep and menacing chuckle echoing through Harry's head, he shot up. Wide awake, and very confused. 'What was that?!' he wondered. Harry refused to sleep for the rest of the night.

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The next day, an alarm went off telling Harry that it was 4:00 am. He sighed and forced himself out of bed. He quickly got ready and headed out to the dining room. There was a note in the table.

'Potter. I told you to get up an hour early on the assumption that you'd take longer to actually wake up. If you're reading this, you surprise me. Do what you will. I will be up at 5, so be prepared to leave by no later than 5:15. ~Professor Snape'

Harry raised an amused eyebrow at the note. Something told him that wasn't the real reason Snape had told him to be up early. He sighed at the ridiculousness of it all. Only one way to find out if he was right, so Harry prepared to make breakfast.

Blackberry pancakes with link sausage and sunny side up eggs.

As if on cue, Snape rolled our of his room fully dressed at 5:00. Harry smirked.

"Oh. Good morning professor. I woke up at 4:00 and decided to make a decent breakfast. I hope that was alright." Harry said, watching Snape's face carefully. A satisfied look crossed the young man's face for a moment before it was schooled back into its usual seriousness.

Snape nodded and made his way over to his plate, secretly glad Harry had a matching plate set for himself this time. It's not like he actually cared about the boy's well being or anything so all you snarry shippers can shut it 😉.

Harry sat down in front of the Professor and watched his expression melt slightly as he took a bite. Then another. And another. Then he looked up. "I would appreciate it if you would stop staring at me Potter." Snape said sternly.

Harry nodded slightly and looked down at his plate. He picked up is fork and started to play with his food. "You know. If you wanted me to cook breakfast, you could have just asked. I would be more than happy to." Harry looked up mischievously.

Snape, however composed his actual expression was, had gone bright red. Harry just help to small chuckle that escaped his lips as he went back to playing with his food.

Snape finished his plate in silence as Harry picked at his. When Snape was done. Harry picked up both of their plates and started cleaning. Snape looked at the time and flicked his wand at Potter. "There's no time for that Potter. We must be going now"

The dishes were clean, dried, and put away in seconds. Harry sighed and followed the young professor out the door.

To say Harry was bored would be an understatement. All he did was stand against the wall and watch while the professors had their meetings, some of which were in silence bubbles so he couldn't even listen in. With nothing to do and no one to talk to, Harry just worked on his ability to hold a camouflage for long periods of time. He worked on different aspects of it, like allowing one person to see him through it. Then allowing a whole group. He worked on a moving camouflage and the different aspects if that. By days end, all if the meetings had finished and Harry had nearly mastered the different forms of camouflage.

With a glance at the time, Harry made a quick dinner. Chicken fried rice. Snape was very pleased with today's meal.

"I will be spending the rest of the night doing paperwork so I suggest you go to your room as it is past curfew." Snape said as he finished watching Harry wash the dishes. Harry nodded and put the last fork away. He looked at the time and down the hall to his room. Harry looked back at the living room in front of the fire where Snape sat and he sighed.

A little while later Harry came to the living room and set a cup of hot coffee in front of the professor before sitting on the floor in front of the fire himself, his own cup clutched gently in his hands. The young professor raised an eyebrow, but said nothing and went back to his papers. They sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments before Harry spoke.

"Professor. I was wondering if I could ask you something." Harry said in a gentle voice as a gazed into the fire. Snape looked up and couldn't help but note how handsome Harry looked in the light of a fire. This truly wasn't the same little boy who so irritable reminded the professor of his old classmate. It was the eyes. Snape fought down a blush as he coughed. "Unless its to do with potions, I'm not answering." He said coldly. Harry thought a moment. "Alright." He said. Snape sighed inwardly. He didn't want to talk about that night and he knew that's what Harry would ask about.

"What potion did you use to counteract the snakes venom?" Harry asked. His eye now turned from the fire to meet his professor's. Snape's eyes widened a bit in surprise. That was Slytherin move. He cleared his throat and turned his sights back to his papers. "I didn't Potter." Harry nodded thoughtfully and turned back to the fire with a sip of his coffee.