He wanted to say something to defend himself tell him he was sorry, but there seemed to be something wrong with his voice. Professor Snape was sweeping along without even looking at him. He had to jog to keep up, now he'd done it, he hadn't even lasted two weeks, his sister had told him to lay low, his father had told him to be careful around the old coot. What if Dumbledore got involved he had seen everything. If Potter got his way he'd be packing his bags in ten minutes. What would his Father say when he turned up on the doorstep? Would he send send him back to the horrible orphanage or worse the Potter's? Up the front steps, up the marble staircase inside, and neither Professor Snape nor Harry said a word. He wrenched open doors and marched along corridors with Harry trotting miserably behind him. Professor Snape stopped outside his classroom, he opened the door and pushed Harry inside, the second the door shut Severus rounded on his nephew.