Harry was blinded at that moment by a beam of electric blue light which filled up his vision. He blinked rapidly, it took a few moments for the room to come back into view. Slowly the dimly lit dungeon came into focus.

"Harry?!" Ron questioned as he put a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"She is gone Ron." Replied Harry as he looked down at the now lifeless body of the beautiful fleur.

"Bloody hell Harry. What do you think she meant by that?" asked Ron.

Ron stood behind Harry, both looking down upon their dead friend.

"I'm not sure!" he said standing up.

Harry lifted his hand to his head and felt a little dizzy. He turned to face Ron, when harry lowered his hand Ron gasped.

"What?" asked Harry in a panic.

"Your scar!" Ron said pointing in horror.

Harry took a shard of glass out of his sock. The centre of the lightning bolt scare now shone and electric blue.

Before Harry or Ron could say or do anything else there was a sudden sound of footsteps on the stairs to the dungon.

Ron clicked his deluminator, a ball of light flew into the little silver object.

A dishevelled Peter Pettigrew opened the basement door.

"Get back!" He snapped raising his wand.

The light from the stairs beamed into the room.

Harry didn't know how or even why he did it, but he lifted his hand and out came a jet of blue light.

Peter stood in the doorway looking dazed, suddenly he lowered his wand and stood aside.

"Ron go!" Harry ordered as he kept his hand facing Peter.

Ron slowly walked pasted Peter, watching Peter the entire time.

"Harry!" Ron called nervously from the stairs.

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Harry came back to the present. Even with the power he had inherited from Fleur, Harry had not been able to save Hermione. Furry rouse in harry, he stood up, spells and jinxes flew past him, parts of the castle fell on either side, explosions rang through the grounds. Harry held up his hand, his scare glowed blue. A sound like that of lightning could be heard over everything else. Suddenly the ginormous giant became still.

"Clear our way!" Harry ordered the giant.

The giant trudged through the battle knocking people aside, pushing boulders out of the way with his feet which were the size of canoes. As the giant moved Harry kept close behind him, Lavender took up the rear providing Harry covering fire. Ron had not been able to leave Hermione's side, Harry knew he wouldn't, but Harry also knew Ron would be safe, Ginny was there to protect him.

When Harry and Lavender got to the top of the boat house stairs they stopped.

"Go ahead of me Lav." Harry quietly instructed his girlfriend.

Lavender did as Harry asked but she only allowed herself to descend three steps without him.

Slowly Harry lowered his hand, he had never put a giant under a trance.

The giant's head drooped to his chest as Harry stepped slowly and carfully backwards down the steps. Lavender helped him by holding his arm.

They were almost out of sight when Harry could just see the giant lift his head and look about himself. The giant roared with anger when he became aware that he was no longer in the courtyard.

Harry held Lavender against the wall of the staircase with one arm. He hoped the giant wouldn't see them even if he was a lot taller. Fortunately for our hero's the giant was more intrested in the noise of the battle, he stomped his massive feet as he ran to re-joined the fight.

The ground shook as the giant left. Harry peeked around the wall, the coast was clear. He and Lavender descended the steps quietly until they reached the boat house.

It was gloomier then usual the water was dark and murky it seemed to be made of rotted green flesh and black bile.

Lavender and Harry crouched down by the green, diamond cut glass windows.

"You know what I seek Severus."

The sound of Voldemort's voice turned and twisted Harry's stomach.

"My Dark Lord?" Responded Snape.

"I thought it would work for me. But it recognises a different master." Explained Voldemort.

"Who my Lord?" Asked Snape his voice shaking a little.

Harry could hear Voldemort walking around on the wet stone floor, his robes slithered behind him.

"You!" Hissed Voldemort's voice.

Suddenly there was a flash of light, followed by an awful gaging, chocking noise.

"Nagnii, attack." Voldemort order in what harry was sure was parseltongue.

There was a hiss and then a thud. Something crashed against the glass, causing it to crack. There was another thud, thud, thud, thud over and over until finally Voldemort spoke again.

"Come!" was the single word he hissed.

A wishing noise told the listening pair that Voldemort had disapparated.

Slowly Harry opened the door and there slouched against the broken window was the man he hated for Dumbledore's death.

Blood trickled down his cheek, several sets of bites covered Snape's face and neck. With his index finger of his right hand, which lay on the ground, Snape beckoned Harry to come closer.

A silvery almost clear liquid started to drip from Snape's eyes. The first tier-like drop mingled with Snape's blood.

Harry crouched down close as if waiting for Snape to tell him a secret.

"Left… Inside…. Pocket Potter" Whispered Snape.

Harry took out a small vile.

"Old….. Potion masters…. Habit." Coughed Snape.

Harry looked at the empty vile cloudlessly.

"Take….them." Snape indicated the silvery liquid that had begun to flow more freely.

Harry collected as many as he could, Snape rested his hand on Harry's arm.

"Look….. at…me." This was not an order exactly more of a plea.

For whatever reason, even though this was a man he hated, Harry could not object.

Harry looked into the eyes of his old potions master and there for the first time ever Harry saw love and kindness. A small smile flickered across Snape's bloodied face, and then all he was vanished.