Harry twitched when he was struck with a Stinging Jinx, letting out a soft grumble and rubbing where it hit. He sighed softly once his professor was out of the room, lifting his hand to run it through his short hair. This was going to get very, very awkward...very, very soon. But he noticed how Snape had seemed to shange when he thought of his mother and he guessed if it would really make him happpy...he could stand it...

((Herpdederp I am the worst at being Harry Potter, it is me.)) 

((It's fine. :D I hope you don't mind if I timeskip?)) 

((Not at all. C:

And dude. I need someone to take GIMP away from me. o3o

 http://tinyurl.com/3brebtu ))

((-takes GIMP away from Rika- :D))

After a long, tiring and fairly stupid day, Snape entered his quarters with a bang. "Hello, Potter," he said. "I thought you might like to know that your friends have not discovered you missing yet." He smirked at the thought of Potter not being as special as he thought he was.

Taking off his robes, he threw them over the chair by the fireplace. "I'm sure they'll realise tomorrow," he sneered, and then smirked. "I'm going to bed now. I hope you don't mind sleeping on the floor." Knowing what he would be planning, he stopped those ideas instantly. "There is no way for you to escape from here, so don't even try, boy."

And then he went to his bedroom to sleep. 

Harry let out a soft sigh, moving back over tot he wall to lean back against it, his head lolling forward. He wans't totally okay witht his...but he supposed he could manage. He'd been in worse situations than sleeping on a floor, after all. Like that giant spider. And the Basilisk. And...well, a lot of things actually.

So he just decided to close his eyes. Well...may as well sleep while he could.

((I am a failure at life lol.)) 

((No you're not. D: Don't ever say that.))

Snape awakened the next morning feeling refreshed and strangely blissful. He had no recollections whatsoever of the past few days, however, and when he saw Harry Potter sleeping peacefully on his rug, all memories of happiness were wiped away. If he wasn't the key to resurrecting his mother, Severus was sure he would have done away with the boy a long time ago.

"Wake up, insolent boy," Snape bellowed.