Holidays!! Oh Happy holidays to ye all... though that would probably be only the extreme few of you that happen to go to Uni in good ol' Qld...

So let's just go with, Happy Holidays to me and Happy Udpate for you... yes?

Enjoy :)

Well that couldn't make any sense either, because his father hated Snape and his mother had nothing to do with him. So the only reason he would be the secret keeper was on Dumbledore's orders and if that was the case then surely at least one of them wouldn't be teaching anymore… or alive for that matter.

Voldemort watched his inability to comprehend the notion with amused curiosity. The milling morons, not understanding the language or sudden standstill whatsoever, continued to mill moronically but in a slightly more anticipatory manner. Any man who could cartwheel in robes deserved anticipation, regardless of who they fought.

Harry could not spot Snape anywhere among the onlookers, not in robes of either colour. Also, the fact that his father and Snape had been alive in the same room just a day ago, without too much animosity for one another – at least not the sort Harry imagined his death and subsequent murderer should obtain, led him only to more confusion.

"Oh", he realised, "You're lying?" He said guessing hopefully. It was both a statement and a question.

"I have no reason to lie to you my young snake. Certainly you need to learn discipline, but I would not lie for I am a fair and merciful master" Voldemort crooned softly.

"Gah that's creepy" Harry shuddered, "better, but still creepy." He huffed and fidgeted where he stood, Harry hated admitting ignorance to the man but he couldn't stand this mystery, so he had no choice.

"I don't see what Snape has to do with my family, they hate each other" he said petulantly, his eyes moving unconsciously to the Dark Lord's left ear, rather then challenging his gaze. Voldemort smirked knowingly and answered simply.

"Yes they do"

"Ah of course" said Harry, eyes flicking back to Voldemort's in challenge and thoroughly sick of running in circles, "just excuse my silly logic for thinking you don't ask people who hate you, and very possibly work for the other side to guard the secret of your life. I mean what's the fun of having a fidelus when the bloody Dark Lord doesn't know the password?!"

Voldemort smiled and chuckled darkly.

"You are so impatient, so angry my child. Come with me and I shall teach you things beyond your imagination, you shall have power above all others but myself and we wil-"

"Stop Hitting On Me you pervy old man!" yelled Harry, cutting the Dark Lord off and sending his spittle flying furiously at the attempt to bellow in parseltongue. "Just tell me what I bloody well want to kn-"

A blasting curse sent him hurtling backwards where he slammed firmly into the pavement on his back. He ignored the throbbing in his wrist to raise his wand at the oncoming Voldemort, but a simple expelliamus was too quick for him and the man gained possession of his wand. Quickly he came to stand over him, pointing both wands threateningly at his head. It was a rather stupid and forgetful thing to do, considering the previous flexibility shown by the boy.

There was a brief sound of swishing fabric and a resonating thud. The Dark Lord dropped soundlessly to his knees, hands gripping his crotch in a desperate search for testicles that had retreated to his nasal cavity. Harry had already regained his slightly unsteady feet and in Voldemort's fall had managed to tug free the wands. He eyed the man suspiciously, not willing to kill him without knowing more. Briefly he glanced at Voldemort's wand, twirling it in his fingers and recognising the glossy holly as still being his wand's brother.

He looked back at Voldemort and smirked mischievously.

"Bit of the kettle calling the Potter black there little serpent" His eyes glistened in challenge, "and just so you know, that's the only hanky panky you'll be getting from me"

Derisively he tossed the wand back to Voldemort and apparated away.

The game was on.

I'm feeling lazy so you'll have to use your own imagination to come up with something brilliant for my usual review lacking rant.

"Reviews whinge whine etcetera add nausem…"

Does that help?

Now review, because Mentok wills it so… and I don't know who Mentok is…

Katty xx