Hi everyone! Like I said in my other story, I'm not a native English speaker, so I apologise for any mistakes I could make.

I hope you enjoy the story.


"Potter!" What are you doing here?!" Snape tells me when I enter the Headmaster office.

"Professor Snape." I greet, nodding my head.

Since the war ended, I have tried to be respectful to him, but it hasn't worked. He's still spiteful, and he hates us, even though it was Hermione and I who saved his life when Voldemort's snake bit him.

"I'm here because Dumbledore summoned me. I suppose it's the same for you." I go towards the desk, pausing to caress Fawkes feathers, who makes some appreciative noises, and I sit in the other chair that's not occupied.

"Why would he summon us at the same time?" He asks, clearly annoyed, and I shrug.

"Hello my boys!" Dumbledore appears through a door. "How are you two?"

"Fine, sir. How are you?" I answer while Snape mutters 'Just dandy.'

"Oh, I'm fine, Harry, thank you!" Albus says. "Lemon drop?" He asks, popping one in his mouth.

"No, thank you."

"Albus, why don't you get to the point and tell us why you have summoned us, at the same time." Snape says irritated.

"Now, now Severus. Have a little patience." Dumbledore says calmly. "I have a mission for you two."

"WHAT?!" We say at the same time.

"Yes. Unfortunate, I know. I wanted to recruit more people to go with you two, but all of the people I have asked have refused, I'm afraid."

"And what makes you think that we are going to accept?" Snape argues. I stay silent, resigned; if Dumbledore has put an idea in his head, no one will change his mind.

"Well, a parselmouth is needed to complete the mission, and Harry is the only one who can do it. And I need a Potion Master too."

"There are plenty of Potion Masters, Albus. Pick anyone, I'm not going." Snape gets up to leave.

"Severus." Albus says, more seriously. "Sit down. I can't trust anyone but you with this."

"So, you want us to go, the two of us alone, to a mission." I intervene.

"That's right. I wanted someone to accompany you, like I've said, but everyone were either 'too occupied' or directly 'don't want to spend more time that the necessary with that spiteful man'." Albus says, not preoccupied. I snort, they are obviously talking about Snape. He glares at me.

"Are you ok with this, Potter?!" He asks furiously.

"Well, I'm sure the Headmaster has a good reason, that will explain to us if we let him." I answer shrugging.

"That right, my boy." Albus says smiling. He takes a breath. "There is another horcrux."

"No, that can't be true." I say, horrified. I thought all of this had finished.

"It's true, Harry, I'm sorry. I've been investigating, and I'm positive this is the last one. It's hidden in a lake, in Raven forest. The entrance to the forest only opens in parselmouth."

"Why do you need a Potion Master, then?" Snape asks.

"Right in the entrance, there is a potion. I haven't recognised, but it has your magical signature. I'm sure it's a potion Voldemort asked you to make. If Harry opens the entrance to the forest, but doesn't neutralise the potion, he will be dead in less than a second. You must go, discover which potion is, and pour the antidote." Snape puts his head in his hands, sighing.

"When do we leave?" I ask.

"As soon as possible, tomorrow morning if it's okay with you. It will take you about two days to go there and destroy the horcrux; and two days to come back; maybe not so much. I've planned everything." Albus says. "The first day you walk until you find a clear. You will see there an ancient tree with purple fruits that is protected. You will camp there, until the next morning. You can use magic until you reach the dead bushes and a sign that says 'Do not enter'. From then, you can't use your wands, or you will have a very painful experience. You will arrive to the forest in the evening. Take the horcrux, destroy it, and stay in the forest for the night. It should be safe since only a parselmouth can open it. The third day you go back to the tree. And from there, you return here on the fourth day. Can I trust you won't kill each other?"

"I'll try." I say, smirking.

"If I say no, can I stay here?" Snape says, and Albus laughs.

"Well Harry, you'll need something to destroy the horcrux, why don't you take Severus with you and you get ready for tomorrow morning? Here. It is a little map I have prepared for you. Oh, and the elves will prepare some food."

"Fine. Good night, sir." I say taking the map and heading to the door. I see Snape is not coming. "Are you coming, Professor?"

He gets up, muttering moodily about the old fools that always get what they want, and I suppress a laugh.

After five minutes of following me, muttering to himself, he talks again.

"Potter! Where are we going?"

"No need to shout, I'm right here. We need to go to the chamber of secrets, we need a basilisk fang."

We walk in silence until the entrance of the chamber, in Myrtle's bathroom. Luckily, she's not there.

'Open' I say in parselmouth, and I almost laugh again when I see Snape's face. "Accio Firebolt."

My broom comes flying to the bathroom, and I mount it.

"What are you doing, Potter?" He asks.

"There are two ways of going down. Either you jump, or you fly with me."

"Do you think I've lost my mind? I'm not doing either." He says crossing his arms.

"Fine, suit yourself. Wait here, then."

"POTTER! Don't test my patience!"

"I've told you, sir. There are two ways to go down. If you want to fly with me, that's fine. If you want to jump, you won't die, I did it in my second year, although you will land in a pile of bones. If you wait here, that's fine too."

"Well, I'll go in my own broom." He says smugly.

"No offence, sir, but I've seen you in a school broom, and you seem to be very unstable in them. Not to mention, you don't know the way. You would kill yourself."

"Why you little…!" Snape says with his fists tightened.

"Please. We must spend 4 days together. Can you try to trust me a little bit?" I ask. "I'm not making you do anything, I'm giving you options." Snape stops glaring furiously at me.

"If you drop me, Potter, you will be a very sorry boy." He says, mounting the broom.