Let's shake the room!

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The first thing Harry felt when he awakened was an absolutely splitting headache. It felt like someone had taken a hammer and cracked him directly in the middle of his skull then they used the prying part to open his head so that they could punch his brain. Then, just because this person liked Harry so much, they closed him back up and kneed him in the nose.

His pained whimper was answered with a gentle hand brushing through his hair. Ooh thank God, that had to be Severus.

"Go back to sleep," the boy urged, fingers brushing over his eyelids when he tried to crack them open. Harry nodded and started to drift back to sleep, content to snuggle his oddly sitting brother and ignore the way his wrists and ankles refused to separate. Huh? Harry frowned in his half sleep and tried to move his arms and legs once more. Now that was weird.

Harry opened his eyes and everything came rushing back to him.

The adventure.

Quirrell with Voldemort on the back of his head.

The chase.

Harry shot straight up, ignoring the way his splitting headache turned into nausea but he couldn't stop the wave of sick that came up. His brother called his name but Harry was a bit busy, vomiting his guts all over himself and such. When he finished, he blinked open his bleary, teary eyes, squinting in the bright light of morning.

Morning?

What happened?

A damp rag cleaned his face and he watched as his twin waved a hand and vanished most of his vomit. Hand? Harry groaned, pressing his fists into his eyes. Why was Severus using wandless magic? Why was he…?

"The Chosen One has finally risen." Taunt. Harry twisted his head this way and that, where were they? He thought it might be a bathroom if the white shapes was sinks and the darkness were stalls. But he couldn't see people and it didn't make sense for them to be in a bathroom.

"Do not speak to him," Severus growled, moving his body in Harry's line of sight, not that the boy could see anything. He squinted up at the boy, trying to see if he could find an answer to his unasked questions.

"Where are my glasses?" Harry rasped. He felt a cup to his lips instead and gratefully took a gulp, his eyes sliding close. He heard a nasty laugh, taunting again.

"So trustful," it sneered. Severus gave a glare over his shoulder that Harry tried his hardest to follow but it was useless with Severus blocking his view and, seriously, where were his glasses? Harry wasn't stupid so he knew that the voice had to be Voldemort but Harry didn't understand how or why? The last thing he remembered was relief when Voldemort pulled out of his mind.

"Ignorance suits you best. Much better than that unsightly bravado."

"What's going on Severus?" Harry murmured as more water was brought to his lips.

"Your head must be splitting," Severus brushed his hair back again.

"Sev, where are we?" Harry tried again, flexing his fingers. He wanted to move his arms apart. Or maybe his legs. Something.

"Second floor bathroom," Severus waved a hand vaguely and there was the cup again, "drink more. You used magic to protect the majority of your mind but it still took a lot out of you."

"Sev, stop! I'm tied up and I'm confused and that monster is skittering back there like an abomination cockroach!" Harry was hyperventilating. He felt like each draw in was harder and heavier until it was like he wasn't breathing at all. He smacked at the cup when it came back to him but he felt immediate regret. Voldemort let out a roar and suddenly Severus was on top of him, his heart pounding against Harry's forehead and his arms wrapped securely around him. But something was happening to Severus, something that caused him to jerk and tremble over him before collapsing with a quiet whimper.

"He… he… didn't get anything…" Severus panted. He took a deep breath and tried again, slowly straightening. "You're scaring him. At least leave—." A hand landed atop Severus's head and Harry tried to jerk back into the floor. The hand stroked through the red hair almost gently despite how clumsy and wrong it was.

"My clever, slippery snake," it cooed, "once I have my new body you will truly recall what it is like under my boot. I will break each bone for every day you were in this body. I will pull out a tooth for every time you pretended to love this unworthy trash. You will be even more beautiful than you were."

"Sev?" Harry didn't like this. He looked into Severus's eyes and found himself being sucked in.

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Severus hummed a small, off key song with no words under his breath as he busied himself around his makeshift potions lab. Technically he could turn Lupin's lab into his own, God knows the man didn't use it but he didn't trust that rat and wanted to be as far as possible.

"Sevvie-poo, aren't you tired?" Myrtle sighed, floating up from her toilet.

"How did you die?" Severus found himself questioning. She was obviously in a school uniform but there was nothing that indicated how she died.

While Myrtle sputtered, Severus contemplated withdrawing from Hogwarts, taking Harry with him of course. This school seemed so much more trouble than it was worth. They went through the ceremony and got placed in their Houses, what else was special about Hogwarts? All it had was Death Eaters and troubles! Was Myrtle even alive during Death Eaters, who killed her if that was the case?

His necklace warmed a bit and Severus looked through. The small posse seemed to have gotten into a spot of chess trouble. Severus lowered his necklace, Weasley was an academic idiot but he was a chess genius. Out of their ten games Severus lost six. But he was sure that by their next ten he'd make a tie. Hopefully before he and Harry withdrew.

"I don't remember dying, it's like a dream that happened to someone else. But I know it was in here," Myrtle finally spoke, dragging him from his thoughts. "Right by that sink. And I remember a pair of shining, red eyes."

Severus frowned, mind flicking through possible answers to her death. It was possible that she saw the red eyes of a wizard who then hit her with the killing curse but the green of that light was distinct. One didn't just forget that. There were a few creatures, humanoid and not-so, that could paralyze at a single glance but that wasn't an immediate death. Some preserved the body and others slowly suffocated.

"Hot!" Severus hissed, arching away from his necklace. He was almost sure the stone welded itself to his chest as he quickly yanked it up. To say his heart dropped was a complete under exaggeration. It was like having ice poured on him. Completely alone Harry faced Quirrell. He watched the two exchange words before Harry blasted the man with his lightning. The next blast was to that bloody mirror. Severus cursed himself. Of course! Of course this rock was what the monster wanted. No, it was more than that. Severus looked to his two most precious potions. That's what that beast wanted. And him. Voldemort wanted Severus.

"How come you aren't running out of there?" Harry whispered as though Voldemort could hear them.

"It took everything not to," Severus whispered back. Time was different inside the mind but there was no telling what that monster would do should they take too long. "You destroyed the mirror to protect me and soon after I saw you fumbling for your bag. I didn't want to risk your escape." Harry nodded hard, quite proud of that move. And the lightning trick that followed.

Not that any of it worked.

"I tried really hard to escape. That guy is barmy! He's a few ingredients short of a potion," Harry chuckled wetly.

"Absolutely insane," Severus grimaced. He didn't plan to show Harry just how disturbing Voldemort was but that was for the best.

Severus carefully floated all his bubbled potions to the far reaches of the bathroom, completely banishing any that were too volatile to sit for a while then he sat and prayed. It wasn't to any muggle god or to any ancient wizard. He prayed directly to his twin, vowing to establish a mental link with the boy after this. He prayed to Harry that he wouldn't be stupid enough to fight Voldemort alone, that he knew Severus would not want his blood on his hands, that they could figure out something together.

"We have to triple those Occlumency lessons," Harry sighed, already dreading the new lessons.

"So confident we'll live," Severus grumbled.

"I said I was gonna live forever and you're my twin." As if it was that simple, said as if he actually believed it.

But Harry was a terrible liar.

Severus nodded back to the scene, Voldemort shattering the bathroom door into a million shards. The monster floated through the doorway, Harry's lifeless body dangling from his backwards arm.

"I've missed you my most loyal," Voldemort hissed out, words slurred and thick.

"That body is dying and it is dying quickly," Severus swallowed. He hadn't, he saw a glimpse of the monster as the necklace mostly focused on Harry but he hadn't expected this. Even if Quirrell was a Death Eater, which Severus wasn't so sure looking at this abomination, he must have been in excruciating pain. It would be a mercy to kill the man now but Severus wasn't offering death.

"Let him go and you can have it," Severus pointed to the stall.

"How are you sure that he lives?" Voldemort smiled a sickening smirk that split his lips and added to the black already covering half. It appeared that Harry had fought back and fought back hard.

"You aren't a fool. You've watched me, you know he is my—!" Severus choked on his words as pain like he's never felt before burst inside of him. He knew it was crucio, his ma gave him the briefest of tastes when he was five but her hatred was nothing compared to this. This was the true power of that curse and it was only the thought of Harry's immediate death should he faint that allowed him to keep consciousness.

"I am everything to you! He is nothing!" Voldemort shook Harry like an angry child shakes a bear, uncaring that the boy's limbs hit the floor each shake. His magic came out of him in wild bursts, crashing into the ceiling and raining dust down onto them.

"I will slit my throat," Severus rasped, producing a blade in a slightly shaky hand. He didn't want to do this, this was the last resort plan but he couldn't stand this any more. He needed to end this and do it quickly. The boy reached carefully into his pocket and sprinkled out red dust, watching with grim satisfaction as red eyes widened. "I disintegrated the stone. My potion is your only salvation but it's not complete. You kill Harry…" Severus pressed the knife deeper, uncaring of the blood welling and spilling on the blade. The crazed wizard seemed frozen at first but soon his disgusting smile was back, sending shivers down his spine.

"You've not changed, Severus, my clever snake. Come back to me, willingly, and not only will I spare Harry Potter tonight, I will leave him until he graduates. After this encounter I've realized he truly is nothing but a child, defenseless and utterly stupid," Voldemort lifted Harry to eye level, sneering into his face. He plucked off the circular glasses and crushed them in his hand then threw them to the ground to stomp on them.

"Not you, your goons or myself will attack Harry?" Severus demanded.

"No harm will come to this head."

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"Severus! No!" Harry shouted, pulling himself forcibly from his brother's mind. That's not what he expected, that's not why he wanted to be alive! Death would be better than giving his twin to the madman! Harry looked around wildly, he would kill himself—pain blossomed across his cheek.

Ooh.

Severus slapped him.

He blinked owlishly at the boy, taking in deep, filling breaths. Heat radiated in his cheek and it throbbed minutely. That helped, it made things clearer, even though he had said nothing Severus had known of his hasty plan, had seen the crazy in his eyes probably.

"I'm sorry," Harry croaked.

"There you are," Severus sighed, lowering his hand. He pressed their foreheads together. They breathed each other's air for a few moments before Severus spoke again. "As long as we are both alive, we can find our way back."

"Filling his head with false hope. Is it cruel or…?" The hand was back, yanking Severus up and away. The boy brought his foot back deliberately, kicking in the back of the monster's knee. As they went down Severus twisted the hand in his hair until there was a crack and the fingers released him. Severus nearly tripped over his feet to be back beside his twin, facing the angered Voldemort.

"I will do anything to save Harry," Severus blurted then he took a deep breath and held up his hands in surrender. He didn't want the monster too angry, the thing was falling apart by the minute so there was no telling just how far would be too far, "I want to spend our last moments as close as possible. There is no trick."

"You make such lovely potions so I will not cut off your fingers. Even with medical attention lost digits are never quite the same. So, I will rip off your toes. Five times," it was like hearing someone talk about the weather. Harry decided that he was glad his glasses had been destroyed. He could just hear the ugly smile on his lips.

Harry was suddenly filled with a strange feeling, a feeling that he recognized from the lighthouse incident, a feeling that slowly stretched taunt in his brain. It hasn't snapped yet but Harry was finally able to identify it. It was killing intent. He wanted to wrap his hands around the monster's throat and set off his lightning. He wanted to rip out that disgusting tongue and shove it through that squishy red eye. He wanted to kill Voldemort and kill him dead.

Severus moved away from him, immediately drawing Harry's attention. He was trying to think around his murderous thoughts and the pounding headache but what could they do? Severus was throwing in something or another in a bubbling cauldron and stirring another one. Why the difference? Why two potions?

"Is anyone looking for us?" Harry murmured when his brother joined him again. Severus glanced to the monster then back to Harry, his expression grim.

"Granger stopped by to check on us but I hexed her," Severus revealed. Harry nodded slowly, understanding. Was that Severuss true plan? Hermione was a smart girl, she would realize that Severus was acting funny and not actually trying to keep her away. That meant that, at any minute, someone could burst through those doors to rescue them. But that didn't sound right, Severus did not look relaxed or confident.

"I cursed Draco's shoes to tie together when you first started to hang," Harry confessed. "I also gave him those bunny ears."

"Harry!" Severus snorted, looking scandalized. He remembered those ears, they had been terribly hard to get off. The shoes he had assumed Draco was just an awfully clumsy boy.

"They took me out the last game because I smacked Haines with my broom. He was bad mouthing you," Harry shrugged. He wasn't sure what kind of siblings wizards had but he wasn't the weird one for taking up for his twin, they were the weird ones for thinking he wouldn't.

"Did you smack him or beat him?" Severus cocked his head just slightly. Harry felt his face heat up. Okay, he might have broken his broom across the boy's back but—a timer went off. The shrill shriek nearly caused Harry to jump out of his skin but instead he instinctively pitched forward, grabbing onto his twin.

"Don't do it! I don't want you to sacrifice yourself. I told you before we got here! You aren't my dad or god or anything! We're the same age, we're brothers. Just—!" Harry pushed the boy to the side and jumped for the cauldrons, attempting to knock one or both over. Severus seemed to expect this though for he was on him before his fingers could even graze the hot metal.

"He's not thinking clearly! Back. Off!" Severus growled, presumably at Voldemort. Freeing one hand Severus managed to wandlessly turn off the fires and float the potions further away. Oh, wandless magic. Duh. Harry concentrated as hard as he could and shot off a small blast of magic, successfully hitting one cauldron. Severus cursed and scrambled off of him, mumbling frantically under his breath. Time stopped for the two cauldrons and Harry shuddered under the heavy magic.

"This spell…" Voldemort muttered, stepping from the shadows. Severus trembled, sweat pouring down his forehead as he guided the cauldron back the proper way.

"I apologize. The potion is complete so magic should not affect it," Severus assured the man.

"I know this spell," Voldemort muttered, frowning as he dragged the body forward. He knew that spell, at least he was sure he knew that spell. The boy was correct when he said that he was falling apart. Feeding this crippled part of his soul was much harder than one would think on a normal day but today wasn't normal. After all, Quirrell's heart had stopped quite some time ago so it was only a matter of time before Voldemort died as well. His mind was a foggy haze, not allowing him to concentrate or even speak correctly though he knew it was clear enough to be understood. He idly watched the red haired Severus pour his elixir. He didn't like that color. It looked much better as an inky black. He accepted his elixir and jerked it to his lips then he paused.

"What's that?" He squinted at the second potion. It looked much like the one in his goblet but the colors were slightly more vibrant and there was a subtle light coming from it.

"It's nothing my lord," Severus moved to block his line of sight. He glared at the boy. Disloyal. Scheming. He lowered the goblet.

"Give this to Harry Potter," he demanded. Severus flinched as though burned then fixed his face before any emotion could appear.

"I will drink it," Severus offered, holding out his hand. Voldemort growled, magic flaring out dangerously. It shattered the bathroom mirrors and ripped the stall doors off the hinges.

"Give. To. Harry. Potter," he grounded out. A bolt of magic smacked close to the boy's feet though he stayed perfectly still until Voldemort reigned it in enough for Severus to take the cup back.

"He's a child, this potion is meant for a fully grown body. If it settles properly, you will only make him immortal and heal—."

"DO IT!" He howled. For the first time Severus looked concerned. He chewed on his bottom lip as he crossed back to his 'brother'. Brother. Brother. Lies. Lies. This was his Snape. His! He would scrub every inch of Potter from Severus's brain. He would make Severus curse the name Potter and cast it aside for his true surname.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Severus suddenly whimpered, drawing Voldemort's attention. The boy had taken away the sticking effect and it seemed as though Potter was bleeding from the eyes, ears and mouth. Harry Potter let out a howl of pain and seized while Severus tried to hold him down, hand firmly on the boy's belly.

Voldemort laughed. He practically howled. Severus, that devious stupid little brat had actually tried to poison him. He thought Voldemort was so crippled by this unending pain, so blinded by his dying soul that he would actually, successfully poison the Dark Lord. Instead he ended up poisoning Voldemort's arch nemesis and did away with their deal. Good, he hadn't truly planned on letting Harry live anyway. He would have overpowered Severus with his new body and ripped that nuisance's limbs off like one would a fly.

Alls well that ends well, he supposed. He turned to the second potion and dipped a hand inside, spilling it everywhere as he raised it to his mouth. It was surprisingly bitter but it sent a pleasant warmth through his system. He looked back to Severus, to verbally taunt the boy perhaps, but froze.

Severus was smiling.

But it wasn't a smile of relief or happiness. It was a vindictive smile of seeing your enemy die. It was a smile that was all teeth and a joy that had no place in a child's heart. It was a smile he saw on Snape's face once before and back then, he remembered it like it was five minutes ago, they had been looking at the emancipated, mutilated shell of his adopted father.

It was beautiful.

"You…!" Voldemort coughed. His throat, it burned. It felt like lava slowly spreading through his system. A different, blunt paint blossomed in his face and he was staring at the ceiling.

"Idiot," Severus sneered, the cauldron that poisoned him dangling from his fingers. The boy had hit him with it. Hit him. With the cauldron. "No one owns me. Now die peacefully."

Ooh.

Ooh!

He was dying.

Huh.

Even if he managed to survive the poison, this body was too dead. Not only that but, now that he thought about it, didn't Severus hex that mudblood? That was probably a signal to her, Dumbledore would probably be on his way. That old fart.

Voldemort blinked up at the boy, eyes following as he located his stolen wand and slipped it back up his own sleeve. The boy, the traitorous child gave him a small smack to his forehead before he pulled away and began to stroll back to his enemy.

It was phropetised that Harry Potter would be the one to kill him.

But here he lay.

Dying.

From Severus Pot—oh.

He truly wasn't Severus Snape, was he?

Well.

If Voldemort was going to die, why not take the traitor with him?

It was easy to let go of his magic. Actually, it was a great relief. He watched it idly as it destroyed the bathroom, blasts shattering rock and breaking the rest of the glass. Pipes came bursting from the walls, twisting and grinding against his magic. Water poured into the room. Voldemort grunted and guided magic to pull his body upright, just to his borrowed feet. He needed to see the traitor die before he was at peace.

"Die… with… me," Voldemort forced out, his voice muddled and hardly audible to his own ears. Severus waved his wand and desperately tried to shield himself but wild magic was an odd thing. So much more powerful. It broke through the pathetic shield and slapped the boy directly in the chest, sending him flying through the air.

"Hey!" Voldemort turned his head and green eyes shining with pure rage filled his vision. He thought to say something but what was there to say? He should thank the boy for shoving his thumbs through his eye sockets, it was almost a relief when he felt himself melt from the pure hatred the boy poured into him.

It didn't really matter.

He would be back.

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Harry doubled over, stomach bile burning his throat. He tried to fight back tremors but whatever he had done was powerful, too powerful for his body. He glanced back at the ashes and kicked water on them, nearly falling for his efforts.

"Severus… what was that spell?" Harry coughed, iron still filling his taste buds. He hadn't felt pain like that, ever. It was strong enough to make him black out but it wasn't the potion—the potion was actually cold and spread ice throughout him—it was a spell. Severus had pressed his hand deep into his stomach and chanted until Harry was screaming and nearly crying but he didn't beg for the boy to stop. He knew it would be okay. But Lord, it hurt.

"Har… ry…"

"Sev?" Harry stumbled forward. He squinted, trying to see through all the chaos and wreckage.

"Pl… ease."

"Severus!" Harry rushed towards the collapsed stalls. He shivered, fingers slipping across the metal almost uselessly. He gritted his teeth and, finally, threw the slab to the side. Next came the rocks, tossed and flung far away until he reached him. Until he reached Severus. He stared, wide eyed and open mouthed.

No, no, no!

A long, metal pipe stuck out of his gut.

"Harry…" Severus mumbled, pale hand leaving his wound to reach for him. Harry stumbled forward then flinched back. That. He needed to get help for that. Pansy! He needed to get Pansy. He turned, ready to dash out the bathroom and to the girl.

"Please… don't leave me… alone. I don't… want to die… alone."

Harry fell to his knees immediately, crawling towards the boy. This wasn't supposed to happen. Severus wasn't supposed to die. Harry gathered the boy into his arms, hugging him close.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I love you. I love you so much. Please don't die. I'm sorry Sev!" Harry sobbed. He looked desperately around the room, wishing he had some way to summon help without leaving the boy. He knew help was coming eventually but now… now.

The potion.

Harry whipped his head around, eyes straining to see the cauldron. There it was, overturned, but that didn't mean… Harry looked down to his brother. The boy was looking up at him, a small smile on his trembling lips. He had to try. Carefully he lowered the other boy, painfully ignoring the boy's whimpers, and dashed to the cauldron.

There was still some left in it!

"It's going to be okay." Harry carried back the immortality potion.

It's going to be okay.

He lifted Severus's head and carefully poured the potion into the boy's mouth. He gripped the metal pipe in a firm grip, hushing the boy's cries with a kiss pressed to his wet forehead. Then he yanked it out, throwing the offensive metal as far as he could.

It's going to be okay.

He pulled Severus completely into his lap, holding him close and tight. The boy groaned and gasped as the potion worked through his system, crying when Harry knocked into his gaping wound. Harry didn't know what the potion would do to him, like Severus wasn't sure what it would do to Harry but he trusted his twin, trusted his potion.

"It's going to be okay," Harry promised.

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TBC

I don't know why I'm crying in the club, I'm the one who wrote it but still. My lil baby.

Stay safe y'all!

See you next time (wiggle)