His Other Side
Disclaimer: Nah Fool, I'm not that creative.
Summary: Harry, in an unfortunate turn of events, is given a dose of bad. What happens when there are two Harry Potter's? One that enjoys killing and rage, and the other the sweet child of the Prophecy...put in the same body! Talk about mood swings…
Pairings: Snape time, I'm going to have fun with this.
Chapter 1: The Sting on the Neck
Harry was awake even before the voices came from downstairs. In fact, the moment they set foot upon his uncle and aunts lawn, he had felt them.
Being a Wizard was good for something, but apparently not good enough.
He did not recognize the voices. Nor could he understand what they were saying. All he knew was that they were there.
They were either there to save him…or to kill him.
Harry quietly rolled out of bed, cringing when the unexpected thump of his feet hitting the floor made the voices downstairs suddenly cease to exist.
It was silent for a moment then one of the step's on the stairs creaked. Harry mentally cursed his brains out for clumsiness of the waking mind. As gently and quietly as he could, Harry got up off the floor and tip toed over to the darkest corner of his very small room. It wasn't much but it was enough to make Harry feel as if he had the advantage of surprise. He held his wand up, ready for action.
A faint hiss of burning metal was heard from outside his door and the locks, all eight of them, clicked at once, unlocking. Harry wasn't surprised. Not much could hold back a wizard and certainly a good amount of locks wouldn't do it, but at least it gave Harry time to think of a plan of action.
The door to Harry's room creaked slowly open, and a head popped in, matted hair and all. Harry held his wand out in front of him, defensively, but he needn't have bothered. He could not have blasted off that head even if he wanted to.
No, this head was way too important to him for that.
"Sirius?" Harry said, speaking in a low voice so he would not wake his guardians. Harry could almost feel the grin on his Godfathers face as he stepped into the room.
"How's it been, Prong's Jr.?" Sirius's voice was raspy as if he'd been talking (or not talking) forever. It had only been months since they last talked, yet it felt like years.
Harry smiled but did not lower his wand, nor did he move from the cover of the shadows. Instead, he raised his wand to eye level.
It took almost all the strength Harry had in his limbs not to go running towards his godfather in joy.
Wand at the ready, Harry made his decision.
"What's the form of my patronus?" Sirius looked baffled for a moment but then he smiled a genuine smile.
"You told me right? Well, I guess it would have to be your father's animagus, a stag." Harry's eyes light up in the shadows and he slowly lowered his wand. Within moments he was in his favorite goddog's arms. Harry took a step back and looked into the eyes of someone he considered to almost be a father to him. Both were grinning like stupid idiots which made them both began to laugh at the same time.
And that's how Mad-Eye Moody (A.K.A Alastor Moody) found them, five minutes later. Both were on the floor tears pouring from their eyes.
"Shh! You'll wake the whole house. I told you to be quiet about this Black. You may have already given out our position." He whispered fiercely. "Come on, we need to be quick." He left them, still on the ground breathing hard.
Sirius stood and helped Harry to his feet. Then he gentle grasped him under the elbow and began to lead him towards the door.
"Come on," he said nodding his head towards the door, "let's get a move on before they have my hide again as well as kittens."
Harry gentle pulled away. "Hold up, lemme' get my stuff." Ten minutes later they were walking down the stairs with a trunk floating gracefully behind them.
When they got down the stairs, Harry only recognized two faces in the crowd of people. Mad-Eye and Remus Lupin, both were Harry's ex Professors from different years. The rest were people Harry had never seen before.
"Harry, Sirius, we plan on moving as quickly as possible. We just have to wait for the signal." Lupin said. He ushered them to the door way so they could get a good look outside from the window.
"What signal?" Harry asked, he grasped Lupin's arm so the man could not get away. "How are we getting to…hang on, where are we going?" He let go as Lupin turned around to face him.
Lupin looked down at him intently, only then just realizing the great difference between there heights. "Originally we were planning to take you to a secret base for protection, but, as you know, thing's don't always go as planned. So, the only people going are Tonks and Sirius." Sirius opened his month to argue but Lupin held up a hand.
"Let me finish," Sirius closed his month. "I'm on strict orders, by Dumbledore, that only you two will be going to base tonight and-"
"That's not fair!" Sirius yelled. "I need to spend time with my godson, and he needs my protect-" Sirius shut his month at the murderous glare from Mad-Eye. The creak from upstairs went completely unnoticed as everyone's attention was fixed on the arguing couple.
"I know you want to be with Harry, Sirius, but we have to respect Dumbledore's judgment." Lupin finished. He looked at Sirius to see if he had anything else to say but Sirius just glared. He kept his glare and his silence.
"Where will I go?" Harry asked in an almost innocent voice since no one else seemed to want to talk. Lupin opened his month to answer but a roar from the top of the stairs stopped him before the words were even out of his mouth. He and others in the room jerked their gazes swiftly towards the stares.
"What the HELL are you people doing in MY house?" Uncle Vernon screamed. Harry jumped and backed into someone. Surprisingly strong arms pulled him back against a firm chest and both Harry and that someone backed away silently into the shadows, Harry's struggles unnoticed by the others in the room.
Vernon Dursley stumbled and stomped down the stairs, his face an interesting shade of red and purple. The moment he reached the bottom all wands were out and trained on him. For a moment, fear flashed through his pig like eyes and his face went pale. It was gone just as quickly, leavening behind only cool rage.
"Don't you point those things at me you frea-" In one quick movement Sirius's arm came out of nowhere and clonked him over the head, hitting him so hard that he tumbled to the ground, unconscious. The entire house shook and creaked in pain but remain standing despite the rather large hit it had just taken.
Harry struggled with the arms wrapped around him lifting his hands, to the best of his ability, to claw at them. One large hand against his mouth and nose, almost covering his eyes, and the other arm wrapped smartly around his chest efficiently holding his arms down. They tightened, almost to the point of suffocation and for a minute Harry was able to breathe again due to the absence of a hand around his face. A sharp and stinging pain came from the lower right side of Harry's neck, and there was pressure for a moment there. Then it all ceased and the mysterious person's breath gently lifted the hairs on Harry's head.
The arms around him loosened, almost unwillingly, then let go. Harry stumbled out of the shadows and slid to the ground, holding the right side of his neck. He looked up at the stranger who had briefly kidnapped him and found that HE wasn't a stranger at all.
Harry was wrong, he realized, as the person emerged from the shadows and looked down on Harry's prone form. There was another person in the room that he recognized, but did not see at first.
The person sneered at him, "So, Potter, afraid of your relatives." It was not a question.
Harry stood up and glared at his most hated Professor, still rubbing his stinging neck. "I was just startled is all sir." Harry said, eyeing the teacher distastefully, almost completely forgetting about the event that had just occurred.
Severus Snape sneered at him but did not comment further. Instead, looking almost relieved, he moved swiftly passed Harry and walked over to Remus. Sirius flipped him off as he went over and helped his godson get off the floor not even questioning why Harry was on the ground in the first place. Harry stood on shaky feet and look at his Professor who now seemed to be putting on a show for them all. Sirius was right beside him, holding his arm, completely unaware of what had just occurred between the two.
"We should go, Lupin, we are already behind schedule. Whilst you were playing around with the muggle…" he paused, looking down at Harry's uncle, "elephant, I saw the signal to go. The Headmaster wouldn't want his little golden boy to be killed because we didn't leave when cleared now, would he." That was not a question either and clearly Snape wasn't looking for an answer.
"Come along, Harry." Remus said ignoring Snape's sarcasm. Snape sneered, again, but did not push Remus. And if Harry had turned to look back at his Professor, as he was ushered out to the front yard, he would have seen the faint look of regret linger on the man's face. Snape continued to look at Harry's retreating back, and then disappeared in a whirl of his dark cloak.
Harry was surprised that not only were they going to Hogwarts but he would be living there until the new term started, which was about a week from then. When they got there Dumbledore was waiting on the stair way for them with a big smile on his face. His smile grew as they made their way towards him and Harry very nearly tripped while trying to keep pace with Remus.
"Ahh, yes, you've made it. I trust there were no…problems?" He said and Harry felt a sneaking suspicion that he was directing the question to him rather than Remus.
"No, no, just a couple of minor problems here and there but nothing too drastic," and then Remus told Dumbledore the story of everything that had happened. Harry, unconsciously, rubbed his sore neck when they began to discuss his uncle horrible behavior and Sirius's nice punch.
Harry knew that Dumbledore noticed him rubbing his sore neck but couldn't find it in himself to think further about it.
"Um, excuse me Professors," Harry began, interrupting Remus in mid sentence.
"Yes Harry," Dumbledore looked intently at him, making Harry squirm for the first time all night. He hated that look!
"I'm kind of tired, where will I be staying?" Ha asked.
"You will be in Gryffindor tower, alone till the school term starts. I trust you know your way?" Dumbledore said, stepping aside to let Harry pass. Harry realized he was being dismissed. It was fine with him, he was tired anyways.
Picking up his trunk he began to walk but then, after only ten feet, Dumbledore called back to him. "And Harry," He said.
"Hmm?" Harry mumbled turning around to face the two. It was barely an audible sound but Dumbledore heard it.
"The password is 'boggy'." Harry smiled at the two, then turned and left leaving them behind.
After Harry had settled into his room (the same as it always was during the year), he began getting ready for bed. He had a nice long shower and dressed in his favorite green pajamas, but while pulling on his shirt, he noticed a small black dot on the right side of his neck…