Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all the magical people, places, things, animals in this story belong to J. K. Rowling. I can't even imagine owning all that.

Summary: AU. This is a Snape mentors Harry kind of story, also it is a sequel to Unexpected Visitor. If you haven't read it yet then it is advisable that you read it first as you might have some difficulties understanding the story. When Harry starts his Second Year at Hogwarts in a grand fashion, Snape is not pleased. This year, Harry hopes that everything will be normal for once but in Harry Potter's life, nothing is normal. Please. R&R.

Chapter One

Harry Potter and his best friend Ronald Weasley were coming back to school in the most ungracious fashion. They had landed in Hogwarts flying a car! They were currently running after the car which was not even supposed to be at Hogwarts. Come to think of it, the car wasn't supposed to be flying at all but that's magic. Harry Potter was anything but normal and his life wasn't very behind as it wasn't normal either. Harry Potter was a wizard who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Can you believe our luck?" said Ron miserably, bending down to pick up Scabbers the rat. "Of all the trees we could've hit, we had to get one that hits back."

"Come on", Harry said wearily, "we'd better get up to the school…" Harry thought, grumpily, 'It wasn't how I had envisioned our great, grand entry.' Within seconds, he paled as the consequences of his action were imagined by his mind. "Ron! Ron, what would your mother say to this? And…and Snape? I don't want to go to school, Ron." Harry said, panicked at the thought of meeting his guardian, Severus Snape who was also a professor at the school Harry was attending.

Ron's freckles stood out on his face as he too realized what the reaction of his mother would be. Then he looked sick as he imagined Harry dead because of what he had done. Severus Snape, the Potions Master was not famous for being fair or patient or…well let's just say he was not famous at all. Ron shivered despite it being only early September. Beside him, Harry was moaning in distress as he was wondering what potion would he be in as an ingredient. He knew that he was in a lot of trouble but really it had been cool flying a car to Hogwarts. They quickly started going towards the school entrance. Harry was afraid that they were going to get caught by the school's caretaker Mr. Filch. Mr. Filch was a Squib which meant that he couldn't do any magic even though he was sired by a magical couple, he seemed to very bitter about it and was really nasty towards the students in general. Harry had tried empathize with the man but he was too much of a bully to do that so now Harry just hated him. They were lucky this time as they didn't come across the wretched man.

"I think the feast has already started", said Ron, dropping his trunk at the foot of the front steps and crossing quietly to look through a brightly window. "Hey, Harry, come and look – it's the Sorting!"

Harry hurried over and, together , he and Ron peered in at the Great Hall.

Every year, an aged old hat sorted new students into the four Houses. Harry remembered it very well. Just a year ago, he had been there, petrified and waiting for it's decision. For a few moments, he was afraid that the Hat was going to tell him that they had made a mistake and he wasn't a wizard at all or worse he was going to be sorted into Slytherin. Harry hadn't really known at that moment which was worse, being told that he wasn't a wizard or being sorted into Slytherin.

Memories of last year were scattered as he saw the staff table. Several seats along, Harry saw a man wearing robes of aquamarine. Harry recognised him from the Flourish and Blotts and he groaned. At the end of the table was, Harry's friend, Hagrid.

"Hang on…" Harry muttered to Ron. "There is an empty chair at the staff table….oh no. Where is Snape?"

"Maybe he is ill!" Ron said hopefully.

"Ron!" Harry warned, they had had this conversation again and again at the Burrow, Weasley clan's home. Ron was not happy that Harry's guardian was Snape and despite Harry's insistance that he was happy, Ron had decided to think of Snape as a bad person. This was putting constraint on their friendship but still they were both trying to their best to keep their friendship as good as it were before summer.

"Maybe he's left", said Ron, "because he missed out on the Defence Against the Dark Arts job again!"

"Or he might have been sacked!", said Ron enthusiastically. "I mean everyone hates him…"

"Or maybe," said a very cold voice right behind them, "he is waiting to hear why you two didn't arrive on the school train."

Harry froze as well as Ron. Harry froze because the dread that was deep in his stomach was now very, very near his throat and he thought he was going to be sick. Ron was almost shuddering which didn't really help Harry's case of dread.

"Follow me." Said Snape.

Harry and Ron knew better than to say anything to Snape in this situation but Harry was nearly bursting with a need to say that he was innocent. He supressed it barely. Snape led them into the dungeons and Harry remembered the warning about the erm…spanking. He was as sure that he was probably going to get it as the sun rose in east and set in west. He had a valid reason to be afraid, he told himself. He almost shivering with dread when Snape barked, "In!"

Snape said softly, "So, the train isn't good enough for the famous Mr. Potter and his best friend Weasley. Wanted to arrive with a bang, did we, boys?"

"No! Sir, it was the barrier at the King's Cross, it…."

"SILENCE!" Snape roared. "What have you done with the car?"

Ron gulped, beside him, Harry was on the verge of crying although he seemed to be restraining himself. This was not the first time that Harry suspected that Snape could read minds.

"You were seen!" Snape hissed as showed both the boys the copy of the Evening Prophet. Snape was definitely seething, Harry thought wincing. Snape began to read aloud, "Two Muggles in London, convinced they saw an old car flying over the Post Office tower…..at noon in Norfolk, Mrs. Hetty Bayliss, while hanging out her washing….Mr. Agnus Fleet, of Peebles, reported to police' ….six or seven Muggles in all. I believe your father works in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office?" He said, looking up at Ron and still smiling more nastily by minute. "Dear, dear….his own son.."

Harry started saying, "Sir, please, listen to us for once…if you'd just listen…"

"NO! Mr. Potter, I don't believe I have given you permission to interrupt yet, have I?" Snape asked silkily. Harry shook his head. Snape continued glaring daggers at both the boys, "I noticed, in my search of the park, that considerable harm seems to have been done to a very valuable Whomping Willow,"

Rest of the rant was followed by McGonagall and Dumbledore coming and expressing their displeasure but Harry was relieved to hear that despite Snape's threat they were not expelled from the school. As Ron was going to the Gryffindor tower, McGonagall asked Harry to stay for a few minutes, Ron frowned but went to the tower. Professor McGonagall said, with mixture of anger and sympathy, "Mr. Potter, I am afraid you can't go to the tower straightaway. You are to go to the dungeons as Professor Snape has asked me to tell yout that you are required in this private chambers."

Harry nearly begged his Professor, " Professor, please, it's after ten, surely we can't be outside at this time."

Professor McGonagall smiled and said, "I am sorry, Mr. Potter. In your case as you are a ward of Professor Snape, you can be at his private chambers when called. Although do tell me if I need to do something for you?"

Harry thought for a minute and said, "Tell Ron and Hermione that they have been very good friends."

Professor frowned at this and said, her face softening, "Harry, it would not be that bad, I am sure. I know Severus, he wouldn't do something that far-fetched."

Harry only whimpered and went to the dungeons. When he came in front of the private chambers, he realised that he didn't know the password. He sat there waiting for Snape to come so that he could get inside, he was too scared or rather numb with fear to think that Snape might think he was late on purpose. He got up after he got bored. He went near the entrance and knocked wearily. The door opened and Harry gulped. His hands were sweaty, he felt like he was entering a lion's den so that he could be eaten alive.

"So, you decided to grace my humble abode, how gracious!" A silky voice sneered. The same voice continued, "I believe, Mr. Potter, that I had warned you about some of the punishments, have I not? Now would be the time to experience them."

Author's Note: Hey guys! A new story and well the sequel. Anyway, you might have noticed that there are certain lines which are not mine. Those belong to J. K. Rowling and to her alone. I just used them for my story. Did you notice that there is cliffy? I love doing that sometimes and this just happens to be one of those times.

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