Chapter 7.

Snape rushed over to Harry, whose mouth was open in a heart-wrenching scream.

"Potter? Potter wake up! POTTER!"

He started shaking Harry, who was very tense. As much as he disliked the boy, no one should suffer in so much agony. He looked over him to see what could be causing it, he then saw the blood coming from his scar. The fact that Harry was asleep and couldn't wake up, made him realise Potter was in a battle. He was trapped, inside his mind.

He stopped for a moment to compose himself, then carefully thought through what he should do.

Snape could try legilimency, but he could be discovered as a spy if the Dark Lord was in his mind. If he was discovered, he could become trapped too. He knew what he needed to do, but he needed Albus.

He ran over to the floo and fire-called Professor Mcgonagall.

"Minerva, do you know when Albus will return? It's quite important."

Mcgonagall walked over to the fire and responded,

"He said he would be back by 2:00 AM at the latest."

It was 1:40 AM. He could come back anytime.

"What about Poppy?"

"She's staying at her Aunt's place, why Severus?"

Snape didn't know how to tell her.

"Come over here."

Mcgonagall flooed over into Snape's personal quarters. The moment she stepped in she could hear Harry's screams. His cries and scream's were getting quieter and hoarser. He was slowly tiring.

"Severus! What happened!"

"I believe he is trapped in his own mind, most likely with the Dark Lord."

"I'm going to get Poppy, she might be able to help!"

With that, Mcgonagall ran to the floo and called Poppy over from her aunt's. Her aunt was doing a bit better, so Poppy came.

"My! What happened to him Severus!"

Minerva explained and Poppy checked Harry over.

"He can only take so much of this, he's in extreme agony." Poppy said.

Just then the clock struck 2:00 AM. Snape exited the room, and went to check if Albus was back.

He checked the Great Hall, and the kitchen, so Snape figured Albus would be in his office is he was back. He rushed to the gargoyles and gave the password:

"Canary Cream."

The moving stairs brought him up quickly. He knocked on the door and heard someone say in a very fatigued voice,

"Come in, Severus."

Snape wondered how Dumbledore always knows who's at his door.

"Albus, I need you to come with me to my quarters."

"What's the problem my boy?"

"Potter."

"Now Severus, I know you dislike the boy but-"

"It's not that, I think he's fighting the Dark Lord in his mind, right now."

"Oh..well let's go!"

They both ran to the floo and got to Snape's quarters. Harry's mouth was still open in a scream, but hardly any sound came out. He had been yelling loudly for so long he couldn't anymore.

"Oh Albus! He can't take much more of this!" Poppy said, she was worried sick and close to tears.

Snape started telling Dumbledore his plan.

"I believe the best way to get him out, is for me to go into his mind. I have been in his mind many times when practising occlumency with him. I will know my way around better than you, Albus."

"Why didn't you do that earlier Severus!" Minerva said,

"I have reason to believe the Dark Lord may be in his mind. If he traps me too, I'll then need Albus to pull us both out." Snape explained.

"Very well, let's do it then." Dumbledore said, looking gravely at his young student.

"I'll need you to hold is eyes open, I need steady eye contact for this to succeed."

Poppy carefully peeled Harry's eyes open.

Severus looked deeply into the emerald eyes, who's pupils where the size of a pin prick, and whispered,

"Legilimens."

What that, Snape was pulled into Harry's mind.


He entered at the front of Harry's mind. Instead of the happy memories that were there before, there was darkness. He barely had to move forwards at all, before he hit the bad memories. A select few were unfolding over and over again. They were ones of all the destruction that Harry had caused, by just being himself. One of them was when everyone thought he was the heir of Slytherin, where everyone was avoiding him like the plague. There were many memories of people looking at him oddly, people whispering. The largest one which towered above the others, though behind them, was one of Cedric's death. Snape watched it play out.

"Kill the spare."

He heard a voice say.

The boy with Potter was dead. He saw the image of Cedric that came from the Dark Lord's wand. He saw Potter dragging the boy's body back to the port key. He also saw all the grief Harry had over his death. This memory was merged with another, it was the one of Malfoy taunting Harry. Malfoy saying that it was Harry's fault that Cedric died. Those two memories had merged with a third. It was Potter as a child, when the Triwizard Cup appeared in his hands, then he turned back to his original age. Snape realized this wasn't a normal memory. If it was one of a regular dream, he wouldn't remember it, not in this part of his mind. Snape took a second to compose himself, and pushed aside his emotions.

Then, he stepped through into the peculiar memory.