Who Are We?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Thank You:

Lady FoxFire: Oh, tsk tsk, you really don't think I've forgotten Sirius, do you? Well I can assure you that Sirius (being my favorite character) will make his entrance shortly.

Saerry Snape: Hyper? Yeah, I've was hyper yesterday. I think I had too many double chocolate cookies *sighs* but then again I'd die for some right now…

Bubby: Talented? *blushes* Thanks…

Princess of Mordor: Oh, yeah you can.

J. Lynn: He did? Oh no! I can't have that!

Ariana Deralte: Oh! You bet someone will notice!

Hippy Flower(In trouble with Voldemort for some reason that won't show up): Just a dad thing I suppose. My dad says that I 'lack the ambition to do anything'.

Venus4280: Aw…I like Snape like that as well. Too bad that Paternal!Snape can't stick around for much longer. Yeah, he's got to go.

Severitus: Oh! That's amazingly fun! (Howling at the moon, that is.) My mom yells at me. She says the neighbors will think I'm weird. I tell her that's what I want them to think. *winks*

Xanpetuk: Oh. Don't worry. I'm awaiting Sirius' reaction as well. Believe me! I have no plan for where this is going!

Prophetess of Hearts: *considers*

Mary Potter: Conflicts and dilemmas…don't worry! If I'm correct (I'll ask the little voice in my head if I am later) then some of those will be coming up soon! Like, next two or three chapters soon!

Silver*Chime: Yeah, reading it all at once will do that to you. Really, you should pace yourself. Why did you have to put 'etc.'? Why couldn't you just go on and on and on and on and on? You know, I tried to unpack it first, but things happened and it ended up being last.

Phoenix: Angst is a God! Or, atleast, it should be. He'd be right up there with Amon Re! Or eh…Zeus for you people who don't know who Amon Re is…

Ashie: You love it? Great!

MoonlitPhoenix: I know *sighs*

Luna Rose: I'm sorry! You will, I promise!

Allocin: Oh, I don't know, Severus could be nice if he wanted to be. (Which he doesn't.)

Virginia: Everyone likes the water thing. What are you all, Snap Torturers?!

MercS: *sighs* Again with the water thing! Glad you liked the last chapter best, though. I couldn't just leave poor little Harry hanging, could I? It was? Oh, right. It was supposed to be nice. I knew I wouldn't be updating for a while, so I decided to be nice.

Nikki: You will!

Vashsunglasses: He's the Boy-Who-Lived. What did you expect? Besides, Harry will soon reveal that he has extensive acting skills. *smirks*

Sara the Green Witch: Oh! I do hope you are sane enough to read this chapter (though if you are, I'm sure that the chapters content won't help your sanity at all. In fact, it may actually cause a severe case of insanity. Don't worry, it's only temporary.)

Sombra de Severus: I know *sighs*

Becki: And, if I can help it, it will remain in only two POV's. It's…symbolic. Just Severus and Harry.

The Red Dragons Order: Chapter 7 came home! He ran away, and was punished. But now he's back, so it's ok!

Teigra: Snape will turn out to be a great, if not awkward, father! But you know, still great!

Wink at J00: You are? Really?! *jumps up and down childishly* I wanna read!

Katherine aka Star: *blushes* Really? Well, while you're down there could you wash the floors? They are getting dirty from lack-of-care.

Maab: Here you go! MORE!

Calistal: *blushes* Really? Wow, thanks!

Allocin: I'm sorry! I've been moving and all, I haven't had time (nor a computer) to write!

BlueSkywalker_2000: I love them also! There needs to be more!!!!!

AN: Ack! As I had too many reviews, and this is taking up a page and a half, I will keep these author notes short as possible. I've moved. I'm back. Onto chapter 7!

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            Long, unnaturally white fingers drummed softly against black marble, which made the…thing sitting in the chair made by the black marble stand out, incredibly so. To an onlooker the picture of the man in the chair might look like something cut out of an old, black and white movie.

            An old black and white silent movie by the looks, and the sounds of it.

            Lord Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, You-Know-Who, and any other name, which might be attributed to this horrid figure sitting in this beautifully carved chair that was just made for him, was tapping his fingers against the chair in which he sat, angrily watching the men he called his Death Eaters.

            "What did you say, Lucius?" The man said, his voice was elegant and silky, one of the only clues to the unknowing man, woman, or child that this thing used to be human. Once…

            The bitter irony of it all. The once handsome, intelligent, cunning Tom Riddle reduced to a serpentine creature. The man who was referred to as a treacherous snake in most homes that were inhabited by wizards and witches, who were willing to talk about this feared Dark Lord, now fit the part in every way.

            …And somehow it was sad. Sad knowing that somehow, all of this could have been prevented. Knowing that somehow, under the cruel, evil snake-like creature that Tom Riddle had become, laid the once scared orphan. So much like myself.

            So tragic…  

            "M-my Lord I-I," Ha! The faithful servant Malfoy reduced into a pathetic, sniveling slave, trapped by his own greed and his own dreams of greatness. Or perhaps his dream of power was a more accurate way of describing it. Greatness is something that must be worked for. Power was something different all together…

            "You what, Lucius. I do not have time for your foolish stuttering." Voldemort was getting angry, and I could feel the power radiating off him. Even from far away, even from this state of dream I could feel it. I could feel the power that made even the strongest of wizards fear this man…

            But not I. I do not fear him, nor shall I ever. I know that, given the proper training, my powers could become equal, and then greater to that of Voldemorts. I know that someday I could hold power that Tom Riddle could only dream about, dreaming dreams like his pathetic minions. Dreaming dreams like the pathetic Malfoy.

            "Master, forgive us…" Malfoy again! The idiot, when will he learn the proper time to speak and the proper time to not. Voldemort is playing games with this minion of his. Voldemort is playing horrid games.

            "Forgiveness? You ask for forgiveness?" Voldemort asked, his voice was calm. It was like the Muggle saying, the calm before the storm. Oh, and there would be a storm. A storm that Malfoy would do best not to forget, if he could manage to forget, that is.

            "Y-yes, M-master." Lucius Malfoy has been reduced to his groveling self again, and I resist the urge to laugh. Somehow, I want to see this. I want to see Malfoy writhing in pain at the hands of Voldemort.

            I feel my excitement grow as I watch Voldemort chuckle, lifting his wand into the air. The way he casts magic is graceful, and yet effortless. A craft perfected with time and patience, no doubt.

            "Crucio."

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Oh. I know, it's short. I'm sorry! *giggles* But I bet each and every one of you are wondering where I'm going with this. Aren't you? HA! I know you are. Well sit back, and relax. You are in for quite a ride!