After Ch. 1
Disclaimor: Wish I did but I don't sigh Some people have all the luck!
"What is it that has you up in a tether, Albus?" Professor Snape asked as he declined the biscuits and tea that were offered to him and sat down.
Taking a sip of his tea, Dumbledore regarded Professor Snape thoughtfully. He was so deep into his thoughts that he didn't see Snape wave a hand in front of his face.
"Albus?" Snape said breaking him out of his reverie.
"Oh! Biscuit, Severus?" he offered with a smile.
Shaking his head again, it was his turn to regard Dumbledore thoughtfully. That smil lacked the thousand watts that usually pissed him off when turned to him.
Sighing, Dumbledore took another sip of his tea before setting it down on his desk before him.
"It seems that I might have made the gravest error in my career as a headmaster," he began.
Stunned, Snape sat back with a flop. "Albus just tell me what you want me to do about it."
"Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger were just here a few moments ago. It seems that Mr. Potter hasn't answered any owls from them and frankly, they're worried. They wanted to know if someone could go and check up on him."
Cocking an eyebrow, Snape replied, "Albus, I am not a babysitter. Dammit Albus, I refuse to become a babysitter! Is that what you were hoping? Why can't they go check up on him. They both pass as muggles."
Sighing again, Albus shook his head. "I'm afraid its not that simple. You see, they have tried. The guardian refuses to let them enter his house. They described him as a giant red balloon ready to burst. And being unable to use theur magic outside of school, they couldn't push the issue without getting in trouble. So you see...?"
"Why do I have this strange feeling like i'm going to regret this?" Snape grumbled to himself. "Fine, Albus! I'll go check on Golden Boy," he snapped.
This time when Dumbledore smiled, it was a hundred.
"Thank you, Severus," he said turning away to look at Fawkes.
Snape got up and walked to the door. He knew when he was being dismissed. But at the door, he turned back. "Just what exactly did you want me to do with my findings?"
With his back still turned, "Once you get there, then its all on you."