Title: Alive Again
Alternate Title: A Story Where I See How Many Ways There Are To Kill Harry Potter
Summary: Harry Potter is cursed. He just can't seem to die properly. A non-chronological story told in bits and pieces. Rated T. No pairings.
Chapter 7: Saving People Thing
Harry had always had a saving people thing. He guessed it was okay when he couldn't die anyways. If he could take their place and not come out of the situation for worse, why wouldn't he save someone?
That was why when Snape had his wand pointed at Professor Dumbledore, he kept struggling to break free of the spell holding him in place under the invisibility cloak. Snape was going to kill Dumbledore right in front of him!
With a massive push of his magic, he shattered the spell holding him. His invisibility cloak slipped off him and drifted to the ground as Harry ran in front of the headmaster. His heart pounded frantically, it's loud noise drowning out all the sound around him as everything around him seemed to slow down.
He made it barely in time to take the killing curse in place of the headmaster. A flash of green, then darkness.
Both Snape and Dumbledore watched in horror as Harry seemingly appeared out of nowhere and was hit with the killing curse instead. Lifeless, the teenager's body fell to the ground, and the two men stared frozen with shock.
Snape was the first to shake himself from his shock and he rushed towards the now dead Harry Potter. He fell to his knees beside the body and felt for a pulse. Nothing. Lily's son was dead and it was all his fault. Dumbledore still stood frozen, seemingly unable to comprehend what had just happened.
And then Harry breathed, his chest beginning to rise and fall. Snape searched for the teenager's pulse once again to find it fluttering against his fingers. He placed a hand on Harry's chest to reassuring himself that it was indeed moving. Impossible. He was dead. Hit by the killing curse. There was no way he could be alive.
"Albus, he's alive!" Snape exclaimed towards the elderly wizard. Harry's green eyes fluttered open, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Snape next to him. As he shifted to move away from the potions master, Snape placed a firm hand on the Boy-Who-Lived's shoulder. That stupid moniker now seemed more appropriate than ever
Finally shaken out of his shock, Dumbledore hurried to explain the situation. "Harry, Professor Snape is not our enemy. I asked him to kill me."
"You did what?"
"By killing me, Professor Snape would gain access to Voldemort's inner circle and gain his trust. He would be able to protect you better," the headmaster explained to the increasing ire of the boy laying on the ground.
"And what made you think that was a good idea?" Harry demanded, sitting up and brushing Snape's hand off his shoulder.
"And what made you think running in front of a killing curse was a good idea?" Snape cut in, his voice sharp and degrading.
"Because obviously I'd be fine."
"Obviously?" the potions master demanded, his tone making clear his opinion of Harry's intelligence.
Green eyes narrowed in fury as he opened his to spit out another retort, only to be interrupted by the headmaster.
"Harry what did you mean about being fine?" Dumbledore questioned.
The anger seemed to drain out of the teenager as he realized what he had said earlier. He mumbled incoherently, looking away from both of the professors.
"Speak clearly!" Snape snapped.
"I… er… kind of can't die properly..."
"I think you have a lot of explaining to do."
