Chapter 20
Snape strengthened the seeing charm he'd put on his mask so that the dust and things didn't getting into his eyes. The dust was beginning to thin as the Death Eaters fought to see one another and who was responsible for the destroying of the doors. He found Harry laying on his stomach a mere feet away from Voldemort who was shooting curses in every which direction hoping to strike down the teen. Snape launched forward and grabbed the teen by the upper arm, earning a pained shout. Ignoring Harry's discomfort the potions master fought to drag the Gyffindor along behind him. When Harry finally gained his footing he pushed his professor's hand off his shoulder and ran on his own.
The pair was over half way to freedom when the a huge gust of wind blew through the room completely destroying the cover of dust Snape had created in hopes of a clean get away. The wind died down and the death eaters who had managed not to get blasted by one of the Dark Lord's curses stood.
It only took a split second for Voldemort to realize his captive was gone. He looked around the room and saw Harry running along behind one of his own Death Eaters. Without hesitation Voldemort pressed his finger to his dark mark, focusing on summoning only one man.
Harry watched as Snape stumbled and grasped his arm in pain. As he ran he glanced back and saw what Voldemort must have been trying to do. Snape stumbled again and this time appeared to be having a harder time regaining his balance. Suddenly he collapsed all together. Harry stopped and pulled up on the man's robes.
"Get up." He hissed.
"Draco is outside the doors. Go." Snape hissed.
Harry looked up and saw Voldemort approaching with the other death Eaters directly behind him. After a split second decision Harry snatched up Snape's wand and pointed it at his professor.
"Imperio!" he shouted with as much force as he could. The pained glare on Snape's face melted into one of blank relaxation.
"Get up, get Draco and get to Hogwarts." Harry ordered. The potions master stood and took off running towards the hall. Death Eaters shot a stream of curses after the man but Harry deflected them with Snape's stolen wand. Soon Snape disappeared from Harry's view and the teen turned to face the group advancing on him.
"Sercumsempra!" he shouted aiming at Nott. The man didn't get his block up quick enough and fell to the ground, unmoving.
As another wave of curses flew at Harry he began to run backwards towards the door he'd seen Snape disappear through. Before running through the door himself Harry remembered something.
"Accio Harry and Draco'and!"
Harry knew the chances of this actually working were slimmed and was relieved beyond all reason when he saw two wands zooming towards him. He snatched them up and took off at a dead sprint out the door.
Just as he made it out the door he felt something pull the back of his cloak. His momentum continued to carry him forward and his legs flew out from under him. He crashed onto his back and the air was knocked out of him. All three wands fell out of his hands.
"Hurry up Potter!" Draco hissed, picking up his own wand. Snape reached down to help Harry up. Draco handed Harry his wand and gave Snape his. The trio took off running together just as the Death Eaters began streaming out of the room.
"I thought I told you to leave." Harry snapped.
"The Imperius curse you cast was not very strong. As soon as I was far enough away it broke." Snape explained quickly before shooting a few cutting curses over his shoulder.
"Sev." Draco said. The breathlessness in the Slytherin's voice made both Harry and Snape turn to the former blonde. Draco's face was contorted to pain and blood was streaming down his nose.
"Shit." Snape muttered. Harry shot up a shielding spell as one of the Death Eaters tried to cut down Draco.
"This way." Snape ordered. He grabbed Draco's sleeve and pulled the bleeding teen towards a room at the right of the hall. Snape shut the door and it disappeared before Harry's eyes. Draco fell to the floor clutching his head and screaming out in agony.
"What's going on?" Harry asked nervously. Snape knelt down by his godson and rolled him on his back.
"It is a side effect of the potion I gave you two. Someone switched it with the useless one I originally planned to use."
Draco arched his back against the floor and cried out again. Blood continued to pour from his nose. Color drained from his face and hands.
Snape looked up at Harry and his face fell. A single drip of blood slid from the boy's nose and dripped onto his shirt. Oblivious to the blood drip Harry pressed on with his question.
"What's it going to do?" Harry asked. Snape took a deep breath and looked down at the pained expression of his godson.
"It's going to switch you two back into your own bodies." He said quietly. Another drip of blood slid out of Harry's nose and this time the Gryffindor noticed it.
"Bloody hell." He looked up at the potions master in horror.
"Lie down." Snape instructed.
Harry did so and just as he did his head began to pound painfully. The edges of his vision went black and everything else seemed to have a white tint to it. His brain felt as if it were getting ripped out of his head through his eyes. The Gryffindor screamed in agony and slammed his head on his temples trying to quell the intense pain.
Snape watched the pair writhe on the ground and heard the sounds of Death eaters entering the only room connected to the one the trio resided in.
A blinding white encircled the teens. Snape watched in horror as Draco went slack as he passed out from pain. Harry continued to fight the pain and scream in anguish.
Thunderous echoes filled the room alerting Snape that someone was attempting to enter the room by force.
The light surrounding the students grew brighter and began to focus in on the middle of their heads. The brilliant white of the light began to darken in color until it matched that of blood. The light beam began to focus in on the teen's eyes. Harry's body went slack just as the light shone its most intense red.
Snape reached into a hidden pocket of his cloak and pulled out a quill. He cursed as he realized the object still shone a vibrant blue. Until the man was in a spot that wasn't blocked by a ward would the quill activate and turn a violent shade of purple. The man shoved the quill back into the pocket and turned his focus back to the unconscious boys.
The red light was hovering over both boys in an arch that drilled directly into their eyes. Draco and Harry's bodies twisted and twitched on the floor violently as their body's fought the entrance of foreign magic.
Suddenly the door to the room creaked horribly and bent inwards. Snape realized that it wouldn't hold much longer and thought quickly. He cast a weightless charm on both teens. Ignoring the dangerous associated with moving the pair as they were under such a violent transfer Snape dragged them through a hidden portrait hole he'd discovered in his first years as a spy.
Just as Snape jerked Harry's feet out of view the door to the other room caved and death eaters poured in. Bellatrix pointed at the portrait but before her comrades had time to react Snape shut it and cast a sealing charm on it before turning and hurrying down the hidden hall.
No torches lit this path but Snape could feel that there were eyes on him. He turned and twisted every direction but even in the glow of the light between Harry and Draco, he couldn't see anything. Since he was using both hands to drag the boys along Snape found himself unprotected.
He tried not to focus on the possibility of a surprise attacker who had the hand of glory in his possession. Quickening his pace the man moved forward trying to remember exactly where this tunnel led. The feeling of being watched followed Snape for a long while before a bright light appeared mere feet ahead of him.
"Severus Snape. What a pity."
"Malfoy."
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