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Chapter Three. MUTE SCREAMS.
Snape sat near the Slytherin compartment. He had just finished checking the train for intruders and after talking to Moody he had gone to wait out the last half of the ride to Hogwarts.
He was deep in thought when he heard the train whistling and jerking to a stop. A chill went up his spine and he swore harshly when he felt the burning on his arm. He gave himself a moment to gather his wits the burning on his arm was a shock and Snape was rarely shocked.
After a few moments, he got up and walked out of the compartment quickly, the students were in a panic and he ordered them back inside.
"Get inside now! Back to your seats! Have your wands ready!" Draco stood by Crabbe and Goyle unmoving. "That goes for you three! Mr. Malfoy inside now!" Snape shouted pushing them inside as he walked past them quickly.
He could hear Moody on the other side of the train ordering the same thing. He passed two Aurors and ordered them to stay with the children.
"Head Boys and Head Girls take your orders from the Aurors." He said passing by Head Compartment.
He was near Harry's Compartment when he saw the Weasley boy stepping into the hall from a different compartment.
"Weasley what are you doing in this compartment? It's not the one you were assigned." Shouted Snape at the red head.
"Mr. Moody told us to move to this one Professor." Ron informed him clutching his wand so tightly Snape thought the kid would certainly break it.
"I see." Sly old man. No wonder he was still alive. "Then where are you going? Get inside!"
"I was getting help Professor. It's Harry he's not well." Ron screamed worriedly.
Moody had finally made his way to the compartment and they both pushed Ron back inside. On the floor sat, Harry his hand was to his forehead, he was hunched forward blood sipping through his fingers. Hermione was sitting next to him with her wand drawn. She was transforming her quills into bandages. Her face was a mask of concentration.
"Potter! What's wrong?" Snape knelt close to Harry resisting the slight pull from the bond. He could feel the teen's pain and his own dark mark was burning fiercely. Gritting his teeth, he concentrated and raised the shields around his mind. He willed the bond's magic to remain at bay. He could not be distracted by anything.
"He's coming. He's angry," the boy managed to say.
"Who?" Asked Moody.
"Voldermort," Harry answered closing his eyes tightly.
"What!" theWizards look at each other in shock. Snape knew what the burning had meant but had stupidly hoped he was wrong. Well too damned bad! Things had just gotten a lot more difficult.
Moody was on the train because he had received a tip about a possible Death Eater attack. He knew that a train full of children with the-boy-who-lived on board was too tempting a target. However, how could this boy say that the Dark Lord was alive
"Did you cut yourself Potter?" asked Snape taking Hermione's bandages.
"No, it's the scar! It hurts!" Whispered Harry trying hard not to pass out from the pain.
Outside, screams could be heard followed by bright flashes of light. Harry felt as if someone was carving him from the inside with a knife. He felt a slight pull of something but was unable to pinpoint where it was coming from or where it was taking him. He opened his eyes but before he could do anything about it, another sharp pain pulsed through his skull causing him to scream loudly. The scream was soon echoed by the screams outside.
Ron and Hermione tried to calm their friend but it didn't do any good, the bleeding just got worse. Snape was at a loss on to what to do. The boy's pain seemed to be connected to the pain outside.
"We have to send a message to Hogwarts." Snape murmured. Harry was not going to be able to take the pain for too long not with the injuries he already had. Snape himself felt the mark burning but was doing everything possible to block it.
"Already been done." Moody answered looking around as if something inside the small room was responsible for the boy's state.
"Maybe he's and empath," Hermoine said looking at the two older Wizards.
Moody frowned but noddeded. The idea had merit. It was not completely unheard of for Wizards to be empaths.
Hermoine bit her lip worriedly poor Harry never got a break it seemed.
"Guard him Mr. Moody. I'll go and help ward the train against attack." Said Snape beginning to rise.
"No need, the wards have been set up. Dumbledore ordered that you should stay with the boy if anything were to happen."
"Me?" Snape aked in disbelief..
"Him?" echoed Ron and Hermoine echoed incredulously.
"You." nodded Moody. "Children come with me you' re going into another compartment."
"We're not moving from here!" Ron grabbed Harry's arm with no intention of letting go.
Harry who was breathing deeply in efforts to control the pain cried out and much to Ron's surprise and struggled to free himself from his friend's grip.
"What's wrong Harry?" Ron asked confused.
"It hurts Ron," Harry whispered before he slumped forward.
Snape, grabbed him carefully, and laid him on the floor. "Mr. Weasley you and Ms. Granger will leave with Mr. Moody. I'm sure it's the Headmaster's plan that I protect Mr. Potter from any attack."
"We aren't going!" Ron shouted stubbornly. Hermoine looked at her sick friend he was deathly white and shook her head firmly.
Snape grunted impatiently and turned to Moody, if the kids were not going to walk out then they would be dragged out.
"Mr. Moody take them please. I have my hands full with Potter."
"Come with me! The Professor needs to concentrate and doesn't need you getting in the way," Moody ordered moving towards the door.
"But!" protested Ron angrily.
"No but! Now move before I arrest you for endangering someone's safety and have you both expelled from Hogwarts." The Auror threatened.
Hermione paled at the mention of expulsion but still tried to convince the Auror that they should stay, "But-" she began bravely but was cut off quite loudly.
" DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? ARE YOU DAFT! YOU'LL BE IN THE WAY! IF THE WARDS DON'T HOLD THE PROFESSOR CAN'T PROTECT YOU TWO AND MR. POTTER! STOP ACTING LIKE IDIOTS AND COOPERATE, NOW MOVE!" Moody grabbed Ron and Hermione and pushed them out into the hall warding the compartment before he took the still protesting teens into another crowded compartment.
Snape eased Potter to one side of the compartment and quickly bandaged the bleeding scar. He drew his wand and slowly cast a clotting spell and was relieved to see the bleeding ease. The boy shivered and moaned.
Outside he could still hear screaming. The pain from his mark was just barely manageable but he wondered for how long. There were bright flashes of light followed by more screaming, a burning smell, and then a deathly quiet. As if on cue the Gryffindor opened his eyes confusedly.
Severus bent down next to Potter readying himself for the storm that he knew was approaching. When a loud explosion was heard in the next compartment he took Harry in his arms and levitated the invisibility cloak over both of them. He could here the panicked screams of the students as the Death Eaters flew in. Snape felt the wards around the compartment come crashing and he quickly apparated Potter and himself two kilometers from there.
Moody and the other Aurors bided their time letting the Death Eaters fly in. Moody had been fighting evil the better part of his life so he was more than ready for the attack.
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One shadow hung back in the darkness. Potter was not here. He was gone. He had been on it this morning, so what had happened? The Malfoy boy had reported Harry's presence on the train. So how had he gotten off? Someone had failed him and someone would pay. The idiots had waited too long, wasting time with the two Aurors and Conductor. Through the mark he angrily called his Death Eaters back, the chance to capture the Potter boy had been lost.
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Snape stood guard over Harry. He had not dared apparate farther away such a strong spell would leave a trail that could be easily followed by the Death Eaters.
Potter was slowly wakening up. He seemed more calm now that they were away from the battle. Snape could see the flashing lights in the distance and waited for it to end. The urge to go back had come and gone. He knew Potter could not be left alone and that little tug he had felt earlier on the train had somehow been enhanced by the teen's pain and his own sense of danger.
He knelt over Harry and saw the teen struggling to open his eyes. Harry's hand moved to his scar as he doubled over suddenly and screamed out in pain. Snape quickly covered the boy's mouth with his hand. He held Harry as the teen struggled against his grip. Snape was certain that their absence had been discovered already. He felt Harry's tears on his hands and heard the muffled screams but forced himself to remain calm as he cursed Albus.