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The Final Battle

The war raged across the blacken battle field. Where once stood the beautiful town of Hogsmeade now lay the bloodied bodies of friends and foes; a restless graveyard.

Harry knew he was not up to fight but he had no choice. This had to end and he would take out his revenge on those who hurt him. In a flurry of movements, Harry and Lord Voldemort were fighting. Each was stalemated against the other. It was several hours before the final curse could be said. Though much to everyone's surprise, Avada Kadarva was not the downfall of the Dark Lord. The brother wands would block the unwanted death away. The magic could not penetrate to the opponent. 'Atra Casso Decipio Praeter Excessum' rang out from Harry's angelic voice. A burst of magic engulfed the Dark Lord.

"No," was the final thing that Harry Potter would ever come to voice. His curse could be heard through out the entire battlefield. Voldemort vanished in a wall of black flames as his wand and his power incinerated. Brother wands fighting for mere power, no compromises, no promises, only blood. The shear force of magic thrust forward brought the downfall of the two most powerful wizards since Merlin himself. Had Harry not had help, he would have joined his family, the ones who loved him anyway, and Sirius that day.

In the final moments, Severus Snape aided the boy-who-lived in defeating his one time master. In the last, lingering minutes of the war, Severus Snape put up a shield against the flames that threatened the Gryffindor Golden Boy. But even with his wisdom in magic, he could not hold the raw power off for long. His efforts may have saved a life but they did not leave either of them unscathed.

One by one, the Death Eaters fell into black oblivion to join their fallen lord. Only one was saved and that was a fate bestowed on no other.

The minute Severus had put himself and his magic between Harry and the fallen Lord, did his past become rectified. In that moment, the Dark Mark vanished from his arm; a plague no longer. A simple, yet elegant tattoo of a snake, lined in gold, was wrapped around the silver outline of a snitch replaced the hideous, burned flesh that had been tainted for so many years. He was the only one who knew why he didn't fall. He was…

Two Weeks Later

"What is the problem Poppy?" A melodic, almost entrancing voice could be heard from outside the room. "Why is the boy still unconscious? It's been almost two weeks." A sigh could be heard.

Harry's Dream

He had been captured in this very place, nearly two months before. He had been out for the last Hogsmeade weekend of the school year, with Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Dean, and Seamus. Hermione had died from Avada Kadarva when she pushed Ginny out of the way. Harry was fighting as many as he could, as well as the others but there was no hope. No matter how many fell, more would come. Harry and Ron had their backs to each other and fought to keep them away. Neither would let Ginny or the others get hurt. However, they failed. One Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange apparated next to the unsuspecting pair and cast a body bind on them. They had to watch, helpless and restricted, as Ginny, Dean, and Seamus were murdered in cold blood.

The next thing they knew, the two boys were thrown in the middle of the Death Eaters circle before a very angry Lord Voldemort. He released them from their binds and hit with Crucio. Unbeknownst to Lord Voldemort that Harry potter could throw off the curse. He sat there, unscathed, as Ron writhed on the floor for nearly a minute before the curse was lifted.

"I sssee our young Misster Potter can throw off the curse. How amusssing." Voldemort hissed out as Harry took Ron into his arms as a way of comfort. One of the Death Eaters made a move to separate them but was stopped. Voldemort seem to be enjoying the show. Harry wanted desperately to kill the bastard in front of him but he and Ron were both wandless and he had yet to master his wandless magic. "I think we will have sssome fun with our young Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter." His voice was harsh but held an anxiety to it that was only noticeable to Harry because of their connection.

To make the pain more unbearable to Harry, Lord Voldemort hissed in Parseltongue all the ways he was going to violate and hurt Ron. How he was going to let Malfoy, his right hand man (if you could call him that), take Harry as his own personal sex slave and murder him when he was through. He described every horrific detail to Harry, as the others watched in astonishment at his change. From horror, to shock, to pain, to hurt, and finally anger. Every emotion crossed his face. This amused his Death Eaters, because although they could not understand a word of it, they knew it was gruesome.

When Voldemort was through, Harry hissed back, "Do with me what you wish but do not touch Ron, you sick, twisted bastard."

His red eyes pierced through Harry before he turned his gaze to his loyal followers. Lucius, Snape, come here my loyal servants. The two masked Death Eaters stepped forward. Lucius, I give to you Potter's young friend for your liking. You may do as you please but he will be dead within 3 days. Understand?"

"Yes, Master." He said respectfully as he bowed his head.

"Snape, you are to go with Lucius and you may also do as you please. However, make sure Mr. Potter is present when his little friend dies. You may go."

"As you wish, Master." He, too, bowed his head, though Harry knew it was not out of respect.

The two boys were taken to a darkened room. Both figured it was the dungeons. The stone walls were much like those at Hogwarts but somewhat darker. Everything was littered with dirt. The smells of blood and death assaulted their nostrils. Closing his eyes, it was the only way for Harry to stop from vomiting.

"Lumos." Lucius said sharply. Not soon after the dungeon room lit up was Harry thrown into a second body bind. Harry stared around in fear. His faced may have been fixed in anger but that did not reach his eyes. Two of the walls had chains on them where prisoners were once kept, while the other had various means of torture.

Ron had been detained by some other means but Harry had no way of knowing. Lucius carelessly dragged Harry over to the wall and chained him so he could see Ron laying face down on the floor. The instant the spell was released, he began thrashing against the restraints. "Ron…"

"Now, now, Mr. Potter. It is not nice to interrupt a conversation between me and my guest. No, I think you should be taught a lesson for that. I'll remember that, but for now I do believe Mr. Weasley and I have some business to attend to."

Snape had been sent away to retrieve some potions. The whole time he was gone, Harry had to watch helplessly as his friend was brutally beaten and raped. His screams filled the chambers but nothing could be done. The only hope was if Snape returned. In the end, event hat had not been enough.

Lucius had grown bored of using and abusing Ron. In his final attempt to break Harry, he turned his wand on Ron again. The broken, bloody body of his friend was sprawled on the floor, his breaths were shallow. He was almost dead.

Harry struggled with the little strength he had left. He had given up his mask hours ago. Tears of hatred and anger pooled in his eyes. "Leave him be. He did nothing to you. Your fight is with me." His voice was tired from screaming but was sharp.

"On the Contrary Mr. Potter, I do believe this is his fight." Without a second look in Harry's direction, Lucius stepped out of the way so Harry had a clear view of his friend. The faint sound of Apparition was heard in the background as the killing curse was used on Ron.

"Avada Kadarva," came a second voice from where the faint 'pop' had been heard. Lucius Malfoy, infamous Death Eater, met his death at Severus Snape's hand. "I'm sorry. I tried to get back but Lucius put up blocking charms. I'm sorry about Mr. Weasley." Snape released Harry's restraints and watched the young man race to his best friend, as if to wish him back to life. He used all his strength to apparate them to his house, where he could firecall Dumbledore.

End of the Dream

A Month after the Last Battle

Harry awoke with a start. Sunshine filtered through the thin white curtains that framed the familiar windows. Even with all the light, Harry couldn't see it. He knew his glasses were missing. It was deathly quiet.

"Poppy how is he? Is there any change from last time? He's been out for nearly a month." Harry listened intently, trying to take in his surroundings but nothing was heard. He couldn't hear anything now. But why? A long time ago, well that's what he thought; he had heard someone talking to him. Someone who wasn't in his dream, but not anymore. The sounds were gone. He decided to get someone's attention but found a problem.

"P…" Words could not be formed. The harder he tried the more frantic he became when nothing worked. "P…" Nothing he thought. Not a sound; just puffs of air. His voice was gone. He was getting more frantic but could not call for attention. His body ached and his arms were heavy. His worry increased. He was utterly helpless. He was not entirely sure about what had happened but he knew three things. His voice, his sight, and his hearing was gone. Locked in an unreachable place. With all his tiredness he used the last of his energy to roll off of the soft cot onto the cold stone floor.

Bang;Thud, Madame Pomfrey came rushing in from the hall to find Harry Potter tangled in a mesh of sheets on the floor. She saw him looking up at her frightened and made a move to help him up. He struggled away from her.

"Oh dear." Poppy sighed when she saw Harry crumpled in a mesh of white sheets on the floor. She took a step towards him, only to have him uncharacteristically slide back into the far corner near his bed. "Harry? It's Poppy, let me help you."

Since Harry could not voice an objection he just shook his head side to side. He couldn't hear what was being said, or even who was there, but he felt it's presence. That alone was enough to make him run. He was determined not to let it near him. He looked around but it did no good. Professor Snape stood unnoticed at the end of the bed. Harry looked dead into those obsidian eyes. Snape could see the glazed look in his eyes and knew something was wrong. Though Snape was somewhat intrigued by this, he figured there was something he could do. After all, He and Potter had grown a somewhat friendship after working together for months. Madame Pomfrey turned to Snape, in exasperation, and practically demanded his help.

Harry curled up into a ball in the corner near his bed. No one could seem to explain his behavior. Though, in all honesty, it did not surprise Snape that much. The boy had been kidnapped on his birthday, from the Muggle's house. Somehow, the wards were not as strong as Dumbledore had led them to believe. For hours, the boy had been victimized by Lucius. The unspeakable horrors that could be playing in his mind were numerable. No one had witnessed his torment first hand. Lucius had been allowed to do as he wished. He also knew that Harry had watched all those close to him, die a painful death. He knew first hand what torture could be bestowed upon a person. He knew this had to have been far worse. Snape cringed at the thought. He too had been through similar but this just tore at the hidden emotions he had. Snape decided to try something a 'friend' had done for him to try and calm the boy. It would do no good to have a hysteric Harry Potter in the hospital wing.

After nearly an hour of thought, and Poppy trying to coax him out of his protective space, Severus spoke up. "Poppy, allow me to try something." His tone was sincere though Poppy seemed somewhat reluctant. "You will need to step outside the curtain if I am to be successful. Is that agreeable?" He gave her a simple smile (fake as it was) and she nodded before leaving the sight of the two men.

"Potter." Snape said; his voice void of anything. It held no sneer or ill will.

Harry could sense a change at who was in the room. He knew this figure well. He knew him. He decided to try to speak again but it was useless. "P…"

"Harry. You can't stay there forever." Harry raised his head. Snape slipped the glasses on Harry's face and when he didn't react he knew the worst had happened. Harry Potter was blind. He was also mute. He had known that. The scars on the boy's chest had proven that. The final battle had taken its toll. IT was more than he had imagined. At the same moment as the flames hit, so did one final spell from McNair.

Astro Exuro hit Harry Potter in the back as his shield was taking a beating from the assault of power. He understood the wording but had yet to figure out how it affected him in such a way. It was usually used to destroy an aura and damage the soul to a point of insanity but that had not happened. His voice had just been taken. I guess that was lucky. In some way at least.

He dragged himself to his professor, even grimacing in the pain of his unforgiving body, and wrapped his arms around Severus Snape; silently begging protection. Snape was thrown for a loop. This had never happened. But it gave him a sense of pride. It meant that the boy truly trusted him. He comforted the boy though it was awkward because he was not an emotional person. He whispered nothings to keep the boy calm but there was no change in his position. He decided to test one last thing. He threw a petty insult, like one his godson would have used but there was no reaction. Harry Potter was now blind, deaf, and mute. He served his purpose but there was no one left to pick up the pieces of a scared boy, no man, who had barely lived to see his 18th birthday.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this. I am not really sure where this is going but I promise it is not a one-shot so bear with me. This is one of stories that my muse decided I should write. If you have any ideas, feel free to email me. Hope to get some reviews.

Latin

Atra Casso Decipio Praeter Excessum – Dark Make Void and Trap Beyond Death

Astro Exuro- Star Burn (A/N: This may not seem like it makes sense but I'll explain it. The spell is meant to destroy auras. The star means the divine and astrological part of a person. Hence, the aura. Burn just means it will destroy it.)