"Yes, I’m the only Black left now though, so when she died, this place went to me. She’d be turning in her grave if she knew," he said bitterly, "Disowned me when I about your age - ended up moving in with your dad," Harry stepped down the stone steps into the kitchen, and grimaced slightly at its sorry state; he nearly tripped when he spotted Snape sat stiffly at the kitchen table, his back straight and rigid and his eyes glaring holes into each person as they filed in, "offered it to Dumbledore as headquarters - it’s got all kinds of enchantments on it to keep it safe and concealed. It’s about all I could do I suppose," Sirius sneered when Snape’s eyes met his, "Severus, " he greeted sarcastically. Snape practically snarled in his seat, before his eyes fell on Harry, and then dropped to the scar on Harry’s neck. He froze for a split second, before an expression of intense contemplation settled on his brow.