AN: So sorry for the long wait, and for the short chapter. Please review!

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In comparison to this, translating the texts had been easy. He had now been trapped in the dungeons with the potions master for two hours. They had already watched the memories and after that Harry had easily picked out the right ritual and necessary potions. He had not counted on having to stay with the professor while he brewed. However Dumbledore had said that it would be faster if he stayed so he stayed.

It wasn't really that Harry minded, as the potion master was quite busy he had not had the time to yell at him, but he did glower. He hoped the potion would soon be done as the ritual would take quite some time and power and it would seem strange if he missed curfew or class the next day.

"There" Snape said as he poured the potion into a little bottle. "All done." Harry wasted no time and ran over to the fireplace to floo Dumbledore. Then he grabbed the potion and hurried to the room of requirement.

Some house elves had told him about the room once, when he had wandered into the kitchen, and Harry had thought that it would be the perfect place to do the ritual.

The moment he entered the room he wished for the ceiling to let the moonlight in and for a bed like table to appear under it. They had been quite lucky that this problem had surfaced so close to the full moon as that meant that the ritual would have more power and Snape would suffer less under it.

Harry felt his nerves returning. He had read Slytherins journals for hours upon hours and he was certain he knew what had to be done, but that didn't lessen the burden. If he did something wrong, the professor could end up dead.

Then the doors opened and Dumbledore and Snape entered. "Good, very good, m'boy" Dumbledore twinkled at him, when he saw that Harry had started the preparations. "Why don't you walk us through the ritual before we start?"

Harry drew a breath and started to light the candles arranged in a star around the bed, to have something to do while he answered. "Well" Harry started. "Professor Snape will lay down on the bed with his shirt and robes removed. I will stand by his head and start the ritual in parseltounge. Then when I give him a signal Snape will drink the first potion." Harry pointed to the line of potions standing by the left side of the bed. "A few moments after he has done that, I will cut around the mark with a basilisk fang…"

"What!" Snape bellowed, and Dumbledore turned startled eyes towards him. Harry just winced at the high volume.

"Don't worry. Half a minute after I have made the cut I will pour a bottle of phoenix tears over it and then let it soak in it." He put the last candle down. "You will be quite safe, it only takes two or three droops of phoenix tears to counter the venom and your arm will soak in it." He looked straight in to the professors' eyes. He knew that he was right and he wasn't going to let him back out now.

"And how do you know how many drops are necessary to counter a poison that it is said nobody has ever survived?" Snape asked while giving him one of those, don't think you can fool me looks.

"Because if it hadn't been enough I would have been dead" Harry replied in a low voice, turning his back on the professors.

Snape gave Dumbledore a shocked look. Surely Dumbledore would not have kept something this important a secret, the boy should have been hospitalized at once if he had been in contact with basilisk poison. However, by the looks of things Dumbledore had not known either as his look was as shocked as his own.

When was this?" Dumbledore inquired, removing all traces of shock from his face. Harry finished whatever it was he was doing before replying in a tone that told them that he thought the answer to be obvious.

"In my second year, when I was in the chamber. One of the basilisk fangs got stuck in my arm when I stabbed it. I was dying, but then Fawkes decided to save me." He answered, now fully facing them. "It is him you have to thank for the tears that will save you too professor." He nodded to Snape. "Should I continue to walk you through the ritual or should we begin?"

"Please continue dear boy" Dumbledore smiled.

"Well, as I said. Snapes arm will soak in the phoenix tears while I continue to chant in parseltounge. Then Snape will drink the next potion, this will make him feel quite strange as it helps to collect all traces of the mark and then expel it. Then when that is done he will drink the last potion while I thank the magic for their help and ask them to look after him. Then he will have to stay within the star until the last trace of Voldemorts nasty magic has been collected into the orb that will be floating over him. Any questions?" Harry finished and looked to the two men. They both seemed quite shocked, but they asked no questions.

"All right then, shall we begin?"