Fic title: Impossible effect

Fic description: Snape accidentally has a potion fall on him that makes him connected with Harry's soul, but Harry has the control. He can make Snape hurt whenever he wants to. He can make Snape obey his commands. How will Snape react? And how will Harry use this new power of his?

Rating: M-R for a reason I do not know of, Ill figure it out later.

Slash: none as of yet

---

.:Unexpected turning:.

Snape stood over his cauldron, eyeing the potion with slight distaste as he stirred it slowly. The blue flames coming from inside began licking at his hands as he added different ingredients, attempting to stop him from completing his work. Already he had singed his fingers a few times, momentarily stopping him in his work. Snape sighed softly, pressing his fingers against the desk for a few seconds to rest.

Multiple papers on his desk read 'soul trapper', it was a potion the dark lord had requested. The Dark lord had even given him his own lab to finish it in, but unfortunately there were many rumors of how the potion was made, and he had already gone through two negative potions. The colors in the potion changed as he added different ingredients, now turning a murky blue.

"Add two parts of beetle legs" Snape read out of his potions book. He turned the page, skimming through it quickly.

In the room a bookshelf had been replaced with potion ingredients, some books still sat on the higher levels thought. The potion turned a light green then went a pale blue, stopping the boiling. It was almost done. Severus just had to wait until it cooled down to get a victim to test it on.

A small black and grey owl flew in through the door; he had left it barely open. Its wings were singed slightly and it looked as if it had come a long way. It landed on the table and dropped the letter that hung on its leg.

Snape hadn't expected an answer this quick.

He grabbed the bird's leg roughly and pulled it towards the table, eager to grab the letter. It didn't object but nipped lightly with a twitch of its feathers at Snape for the rough treatment. Snape slipped off the letter and slit it open down the side with his finger.

The letter was short and simple; it was obvious it was from one of his fellow death eaters and luckily not from Voldermort. It read: 'The potter boy is in an abandoned house out of private drive. Go there. The Dark lord wishes his presence.'

Severus sighed angrily; why did he always get the bad jobs. His cloak was slung loosely on his shoulders as he threw the letter into the small fire he had made only a few hours before. He reached out and grabbed a vile, filling it with the potion he had made. After capturing Potter he would give the potion to the dark lord and perhaps rest a little.

He had heard a few days ago the Potter was looking for him. After killing Dumbledore Harry had become angry and wanting revenge. It didn't come to a surprise to Severus. After killing the last person he had left for proper protection; Potter was most likely to feel anger and frustration.

Snape shifted the cauldron and moved from behind it, his cloak swinging behind him like a bat as he walked out the room, locking the door firmly behind him with a 'click'.

---

Harry growled as he rubbed his arms, it was cold—no, that was an understatement from how it was in the lanky room. The room was plain and had an old moth ball covered bed, some old news papers and a large somewhat unique wardrobe in it. Even the walls made him feel depressed. They were a dark old grey.

Not really comfortable for the famous boy wizard.

It had been two days since he had human interaction and quite frankly he was becoming sick of it. Harry put a hand over his forehead and slipped his other hand toward his cloak. The black material slipped on as easily as it did only a year ago.

His steps echoed as he walked, it was very strange to be in a house alone. But he was used to been alone; after all the years the Dursleys had locked him up in a room or under the stairs alone for hours on end.

But still disliked the silence of the night. He thought at first it wouldn't annoy him.

But it did. He missed Hermione and Ron. He missed their smiles, he missed the fun they had…Plus the fact that he had left them before they could have any chance to say goodbye. And now all chances of getting to Bill's wedding was useless, they had to change the date of it after the burrow had been attacked.

All the counter curses around the house had protected it from any real damage thought. Harry was glad for that.

Not been able to control the urge to run outside, he flung himself out the door and allowed himself to feel the cool air on his arms.

There was another foot step and he flinched. Someone was there.

Did this ALWAYS have to happen to him?

Harry groaned mindfully and reached for his wand. But someone had managed to get there faster; a wand now poked the back of his neck and let a shiver creep up his back, teasing at his skin. It was so firmly against his skin it made him twitch in discomfort.

"Now now potter, no need to throw curses at each other" Harry recognized that voice.

"Snape..." he hissed, voice laced with venom.

"It would seem you have let yourself be vulnerable", Harry could almost feel Snape's smirk "once again."

"funny-" Harry ducked and slid over the ground. One of his feet hit Snape in the leg, causing the older man to tumble to the side. "How I always make it out thought."

A low growl emitted from the potions master as he straightened himself. Harry now had his wand out and had it pointed at Snape's head.

"Potter, for once it would be nice if you weren't so stupid and just gave up!" Snape practically yelled "Then the dark lord might please you with a painless death."

Harry's eyes filled with anger. He waved his wand and shot a spell out at Snape, knocking the ex-proffessor back into the veranda fence. A small crack emitted to around the area, Harry and Snape been the only ones to hear it.

Snape looked down at his pocket and his expression converted into anger.

"Oh shi-" Snape didn't have enough time to finish his sentence. An explosion from his pocket made him convulse in pain as small bits of potion burned at his skin. He now lay twitching on the veranda's wooden floor.

Harry stared down at the man, the man he hated, the man he wanted to kill. But he didn't move, he just stood there, swaying slightly in the soft breeze.

His eyes were becoming heavy. His knees couldn't support his weight and he fell to the ground with a loud thump. The smell of something rotting came to his nose before darkness consumed his mind.

And the last thought that came to Snape's mind as he sighed falling unconscious was: 'Soul trap'

---

Authors notes:

Ok, hey everyone, I hope this chapter was ok; I've been working out the plot as we speak; now I've got ideas for at least fore chapters! I will be putting them up soon and umm...oh yeah, there will be more then 20 chapters I hope.

I will explain the effects of the potion 'soul trap' in the next chapter. I just couldn't get this out of my mind! ok, cya next update.