A/N: Hey guys! I can't believe it took me soooo long to write this chapter especially when considering that more than half of this chapter was already done in mid January. I' m sorry for that. And thank you for everybody who is still reading this story after such a long time. We're getting closer to the end. It's really exciting for me, because I never before wrote a story longer than a few pages and now that one is already so long (at least in comparison of what I normally write). I hope you still enjoy it. I don't know if everything happens to fast or not, so it would be nice if you could tell me. I don't know if I'll be able to change my writing style but I'd still appreciate your opinion or advice. If you have time, please review.

I'm sorry for any misspelled words. English is not my mother language so there might be mistakes.

Warnings: please ignore HBP and DH, in later chapters this will probably be slash.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. The characters and all the places belong to J. K. Rowling expect (of course) a cute little girl named Selena.


To
Trust your enemy

Chapter 12

They sneaked around the hundredth corner in Harry's opinion, not getting any closer to the Malfoy's. But that was only Harry's muddled and worried brain telling him. In reality they had walked down only about six hallways tuning those six corners. Harry was anxious, so it seemed a lot longer to him. And the fact, that each hallway looked the same, didn't help at all. The Gryffindor sighed in frustration and turned another corner behind Snape. At least Sev knew where they were going, because he alone would have been lost in here a long time ago.

Snape had been furious after Harry had told him the story. He himself had helped the teen ward the house and for a Death Eater to get in was like a blow to his ability to do magic. Right after he had stepped out of the fireplace in Harry's house, they had started to create a plan.

Being a Death Eater spy, Severus of course knew where Voldemort had his headquarters. He hadn't told Dumbledore about it, because he had been sure that the old headmaster would have pushed Harry into facing Voldemort before the Boy-Who-Lived was ready to fight. Severus had put aside the animosity between himself and the golden boy, because he had realized that everybody put their trust and hope in a young boy, but at the same time the same people weren't willing to help this boy. They just expected him to do it. So he had trained the Gryffindor and now that they were here, sooner than they could have expected, he hoped it was enough.

He hoped with all his heart that today Harry would put his Gryffindor foolishness aside, keep the bravery and add his Slytherin cunning that he had hid from everybody, to defeat the Dark Lord. He had the magical strength and determination to do it, Severus was sure about it, but could he do it, could he fight with a clear head when the possibility of two lives being taken was right in front of him. And not only two random people, but Draco and Selena.

Severus knew by helping Harry rescue the two Malfoy's he would reveal his true allegiance. But it seemed like today was the day when everything would turn to the better or worse. Today, Harry would fight, and Snape would be right by his side. There was no way around it. And after today it wouldn't matter if he revealed his spy status, he would be dead or celebrating the victory. Nothing would stop him from helping Harry try to defeat the bastard and rescuing his godson and Selena.

Turning another corner, they suddenly stood on top of a staircase.

"Those stairs lead to the dungeons. Voldemort prefers to hold all of his meetings down there, because doing so, he can show his prisoners how many followers he has and that there is absolutely no hope for them of ever getting free. There might be a meeting right now, so we have to be really careful. Keep quiet and follow me." Snape hissed. Harry nodded his understanding in return.

They hadn't said a word since they got here. He didn't know why Severus told him again, but it was probably just Severus being Severus and making sure that a stupid student in his opinion was doing what he wanted. Harry grinned to himself. They both got along now, but Snape would never change. Shaking of the grin, Harry turned serious again. It was pretty easy to get killed today, so he better focus and concentrate. After all he was on the way to Voldemort's favorite meeting place, for god's sake. There was a really high possibility of Voldemort being down there.

Silently they crept down the stairs, listening for any sound they might hear and prepared to defend themselves if they had to. When they reached the bottom landing, they were able to hear the voices of two people.

"And I tell you, Malfoy turned his own son in. He himself told me so and I saw the young brat with my own eyes. He obviously thought he could turn against his father and our master." one voice said.

"You're stupid if you believe that. How do you think he managed to find his son? There is no way he could have just stumbled over him. It must be a polijuiced person sitting down there in the dungeons. A Malfoy would never give up his heir and the chance of the blood line dying out. It also took him quiet a long time to find his heir, don't you think so?" the other Death Eater argued back.

"And I'm telling you it is Draco Malfoy sitting down there. Don't you think I asked the same questions? Of course I did. I asked why it took so long if he knew how to find him and all this stuff. And Malfoy Senior answered me that it took him so long, because he had to brew a potion first, using dark and blood magic. A potion our master had told him about. So what do you say now?" with a smug smirk the first Death Eater turned around. "I'm going on my rounds now. You better get going too." The sound of them walking off could be heard.

Harry had held his breath. Draco's father had been the Death Eater in his house. It made him feel sick to his stomach. Draco had never been safe with him, because through blood magic and a potion Voldemort knew about, they had been able to find the blond. It had to end! Harry had promised Draco that he would be safe, that he'd make sure of that and he had failed. It was time to make that right. With new determination, Harry looked over to Severus who had in the meantime, while Harry had had his inner debate, checked out the hallway leading toward the dungeons.

"It looks like there is no one else down here. And those two just went off in the other direction, probably to the other side of the castle. Come on, follow me." Snape whispered.

They moved on, following the hallway straight ahead of them. A few meters down that hallway, they came to an intersection, where the two Death Eaters must have stood. Quickly crossing the intersection so that they wouldn't be seen from the other hallways, they continued their way straight on. In the end the way they had taken brought them to a door, made out of steel and crackling with magic barriers. "Stay back." was Severus hissed order. Within a few minutes which seemed like hours, Severus had dismantled the magic barriers and opened the door.

They entered a wide hall, in which they could just make out the outlines of prison cells alongside the left and right wall. It was almost completely dark except a throne like chair on the far side straight ahead of them, which was lit from the light of a few torches around it.

"Is that…?"

"Yes, that's Voldemort's throne. He likes to sit on it while he watches his followers torture the prisoners or when he punishes his own people for their failures." Snape answered Harry's unasked question. "Be careful he might be around somewhere on the upper floors. Let's get Draco and Selena and leave."

"I don't think I can let you do that. But it's really nice of you to explain everything to young Harry here. It's a shame you went against me Severus, you were such a good potions master. Now I have to kill you both." Voldemort's cold and sarcastic voice could be heard out of the dark.