A/N: And onto chapter four! I still own nothing.

Chapter 4: Harry's Mission

Harry entered his Father's chambers. It was cavernous, draped with emerald green and sparkling silver. The main piece in the room was an intimidating obsidian throne-like chair. Nagini curled around the base, like a dog at its masters feet.

Bowing, Harry addressed his Father. "You summoned me?"

"Yes," was the curt response. "There is a Death Eater within our ranks who has betrayed me. In fact, I believe he is the one who informed Dumbledore of your location that day four years ago."

Harry scowled. At last, he would be able to exact his revenge on the man who separated him from his Father and forced him into humiliation. "What is his name, Father?"

"There were very few who knew of our excursion that day. Bellatrix, Lucius, and Severus."

"Yes, Father, I am aware of that," Harry was frowning. Did one of them really betray his Father? They were all inner circle Death Eaters…

"I know you are Harry. I think it's time we paid our dear Potions Master a little visit."

Harry stiffened. Snape wasn't nice to him by any means at Hogwarts, but to think that he was a spy for Dumbledore! That Snape himself turned Harry over to that old coot…it made Harry's blood boil.

"No need, Father. I can make this trip alone. I think it's time I thank my Professor for all of his…kindness."

Voldemort smirked. "Of course. I trust you can handle this on your own."

Harry nodded, and strode from the room. Voldemort gave him the address where he could find Snape—and the floo password. Quickly changing into black robes, Harry snatched a handful of floo powder and leapt into the green flames.

To say that Severus Snape was surprised to see Harry Potter stumble out of his fireplace would have been the understatement of the century. The normally stoic professor was nearly shaking from the look of hatred in Potter's eyes.

"Potter? What are you doing here?" Snape cursed himself for his ever so slightly unsteady voice. "Does Dumbledore know you're alive?"

Harry snarled. "I think you know very well what I'm doing here Professor."

Snape frowned, drawing his wand. Something was off. This wasn't the same Harry. "Potter, what the bloody hell are you talking about?"

He didn't respond. Harry continued to stalk towards the dark man, drawing his wand and pointing it straight at his chest. "CRUCIO!"

The force behind the spell sent the Potions Master flying towards the back wall where he crumpled in a heap; writhing from an intense pain he had never felt the like of before.

"You won't receive a slow death, Snape. No, you don't deserve that. Fucking spy." Harry spat on the ground. "You're disgusting, you know that? Running from one master to the next, so eager to display you abilities."

Snape was released from the curse only to have it hit him again. "You chose the wrong side, Snape. I won't stop until Dumbledore's dead."

Severus's earlier suspicions were right. Something had happened to Harry. Something really bad. And Snape had a sinking feeling he wouldn't be able to relay that message to anyone.

"You see, when Father came for me that night in the graveyard, he helped me remember everything." Harry spat on Snape's face as he knelt next to him. "That he took me from those awful muggles, he taught me how to read, how to write, about magic."

Snape didn't have to energy to move, he lay there as Harry hissed at him, sounding so angry, he might as well have been speaking in parseltounge. "Then you just had to go skipping off to that muggle-loving old coot and spill it all, didn't you? It's your fault I was taken from Father that day. And I'm afraid you're not going to be able to live to regret it."

A vibrant green snake uncoiled itself from underneath Harry's robes, sliding over his shoulder, poised to strike the older man. Harry smirked in satisfaction. "You see, Ereshkigal here has a very deadly poison. She's named for the Babylonian lady of the underworld. Her poison will kill you over the course of 24 hours. There is no cure, which I am quite happy for. Now, if anyone does find you before you die, I suppose I'm lucky that the first thing you lose will be your speech."

Snape was horrified. He knew he didn't treat the boy right at Hogwarts, but this…this was a whole new level and he was helpless to stop it. Gulping heavily, Snape braced himself for death. He always knew he would be found out, but he had hoped his death would be quick and painless. Sharp fangs dug into his neck and Snape screamed. The bite was Death itself.

"Goodbye, Snape. I hope you rot." And the boy disappeared in a flash of green, leaving his ex-potions professor on the floor to face his certain death.

Me: Yay evil Harry!
Draco: Yeah, whatever. You just killed my godfather and I'M STILL NOT IN THIS DAMN STORY.
Me: Draco! Language! I'll wash your mouth out with soap! *brandishes bar of soap*
Draco: Ok...ok...calm down...Let's put the soap away...
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