AN: Look what is back. With a few small revisions. Remember this is taking from FNAF (Five Nights at Freddy's) and IC (Inheritance Cycle) though not a true crossover. I have to do the 2nd chapter over again due to losing the story and being unable to recover it so it may take a bit. Had to redo the carnie family as well.

Main Characters: Snape and Harry; Original Characters

Category: Snape Equal Status to Harry - Comrades Snape and Harry

Snape Flavor: Canon Snape

Genres: Action/Adventure, Angst, Drama, Fantasy

Tags: Addicted!Harry, Animagus!Snape, Creature!fic, Kidnapped!Harry, Sibling Addition, Spying on Harry!Snape, Superpower!Harry

Warnings: Alcohol Use, Out of Character, Profanity, Romance/Slash, Torture, Violence

Takes Place: 4th Year; Pre-Epilogue (adult Harry)

Harry didn't want to do this. He didn't want eternal glory and, contrary to what the school thought, he had not put his name into the Goblet of Fire. Why was it that every year since he had entered the magical world, his life had been in danger? Why couldn't be he be like other children who had parents and didn't have some mad man after him in some shape or form or adults trying to hurt him? The fourth year sat within the tent as he waited for his name to be called, the living model of the Hungarian Horntail resting in the palm of his hand as he stared at it. Why did he have to get the most dangerous dragon in the wizarding world? He was too young for this! He didn't want to die!

"Three of our champions have finished their task and retrieved their eggs. Now it is time for the fourth champion to face his dragon and try to retrieve his egg. Let's welcome Mr. Potter," came the booming voice of Albus Dumbledore. Cheers and jeers rang out as Harry reluctantly got to his feet, placing the Hungarian Horntail model in his pocket before walking out of the tent and emerging to the sound of a cannon going off, courtesy of Mr. Filch. Above the stone walls were bleachers which were packed with students from the three schools and Hogwarts staff while a separate table housed the five judges: Igor Karkaroff of Drumstrang, Madame Olympia Maxime of Beauxbatons, Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts, Ludo Bagman who was the head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports and Barty Crouch Sr. who was head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He could see the walls were too steep to climb out of as well as a wooden barricade above the rocky walls and knew he wouldn't be allowed to escape until he had retrieved the egg, this all having been explained to the champions before the first task.

Nearby, he could hear the shuffling of paws on the ground, echoing throughout the arena despite the cheering and booing directed towards him. A champion that many, including his friends such as Ron Weasley, considered a cheat. Knowing there was no way out of this, Harry just hoped it would end quickly. Death was highly preferable now compared to competing in a tournament that had killed people and he swore if he died, he would end up haunting whoever was responsible for reinstating this event. The tail of the Hungarian Horntail smashed close to his side, sending pebbles and rocks into the air that cut into his skin as they hit him. The dragon then roared at him angrily, eyes watching him as he stood there and attempted to shield himself from the small rocks and pebbles hitting his body with his arms. Striding forward as it roared at him, he could see a collar around its neck whereupon a chain was attached that was bolted into the ground. Harry hoped that it wouldn't be able to get free. Despite his worry of the dragon getting free or getting him with a jet of fire or its teeth or a paw, he felt not fear of the dragon but pity for its plight. None of the dragons had asked to be part of this tournament either, nor had the sleeping dragons within their eggs. He realized that they were in the same predicament, each unable to get free. Harry had been intending to fly to try to retrieve the egg with Professor Moody's help earlier when asking him what the plan was but seeing the creature chained like it was made him feel sympathy for it. He just hoped trying to communicate with it would help.

$Exusssme madame. I wasss wondering if you might be willing to talk?$

The dragon looked down at him, smoke curling from its nostrils and the growl it issued vibrating through the arena. Harry swallowed and cast a spell, bringing his wand up as a jet of flame shot towards him. "Protego!" $Pleassse! I mean no harm to you or your…$ but in the next moment, Harry heard the dragon's teeth snap in the air. The flying reptile didn't appear capable of speaking or understanding Parsletongue for it reacted in anger and with the intent to protect its clutch from the threat of this tiny human, having seen the Chinese Fireball smash some of her eggs as it had been blinded by another pesky human. Harry canceled the charm and ran for it, but the dragon clipped him with her tail and sent him sprawling into the rocky ground. Barely rolling away as the dragon came around a rock, it shot a burst of flames at him and Harry had to take shelter, lest he be roasted.

"Raaaawwwrrrrrrr!"

Why doesn't Parsletongue work? It's a reptile and somewhat serpentine isn't it? Harry wondered to himself yet didn't know that dragons tended to speak Draconic and it was rather the eastern dragons, lyndworms and wyrms, three subspecies of normal dragon that tended to speak both Parsletongue and their own language due to being more serpentine than western dragons, of which the four dragons that had been brough to Hogwarts were. The next instant, a paw slammed into him and sent him rolling across the ground, claws tearing into his side, and he let out a scream of pain as he fell into a depression as, yet another burst of flame was sent in his direction. It seemed that the dragon was intent on roasting him alive.

He rolled over to his stomach and crawled away to hide behind a boulder, feeling the heat from the Hungarian Horntail warming up a rock and he gritted his teeth as the heat began to sear into his skin, his threadbare shirt not providing any protection. "Aaaaghhhh," Harry hissed in pain before rolling to other side and sticking his wand up in the air. "Accio Firebolt!" He prayed it would work but as the minutes stretched on, worry began to gnaw at his gut. What if the spell didn't work? What would he do then?

He could hear his broom coming towards him and attempted to move, but the dragon was shooting one jet of fire after the other in his direction, forcing him to roll behind the boulder which provided some protection from the flames. If only he knew as many spells as Hermione…she would be able to figure this out…but even she didn't believe him. "Come on," he muttered, eyes searching through askew glasses as he looked for his broom. Above the crowd, his broom soared over their heads as Harry concentrated on not being hit with the dragon's flames or caught by its teeth and claws, the stone beginning to get hotter the longer he crouched there. When it finally came to him, he jumped onto it and soared off into the air. Having already suffered some cuts, bruises and having his side split open by the dragon, blood welled out of the wound and then circled around to try to find an opening so he could snatch the egg and fly off to safety. Most thought of dragons as stupid animals but this one was tracking his movements through the air, like a cat watching a mouse skitter to and fro, but dragons were capable of intelligence and speech. Just, not in a way that humans understood. They had been revered as gods in Asian cultures for a reason. Nor did they communicate with those that they weren't bonded to or weren't Dragon Lords due to most wizards and witches today were ignorant and not deserving of such a gift. Harry knew nothing of this though as the dragon stretched and pulled at its chain, until the metal broke free and it rose into the air, the teen's eyes widening before he spun his broom around to try getting away. Now it was an aerial battle. Who would win…dragon or little boy? A jet of fire flew at Harry, causing him to scream in agony as the fire burned him and he flew off, too slow to enact a shield to protect himself, stifling the sob that came to his throat.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," said some Slytherins in the crowd as they began cheering for the dragon to kill Potter. His clothing smoked from the aftereffects of the flames as he took one hand off his broom to try to pat the flames down so he wouldn't burn to death.

"Oh dear…well that's the name of the game folks," said Ludo Bagman over the crowd's voices while writing down points. "Looks like Mister Potter is going to have to go to the infirmary after this…if he survives. Everything is fair game except for going against the instructions issued to the champions before the task," he said.

That's not very encouraging, thought Harry though he knew his chances of winning the task were zero and his chances of surviving were also not in his favor. His body was in pain and when he looked back, he could see fire at the end of his broom. Many dragons and humans had also forgotten that dragons and humans had once bound their hearts and souls together in ancient times. Forced to perform a loop and then pull up as the dragon followed him, the arena slowly fell behind them as they left it behind, the dragon hot on his tail. Behind him, he could hear wingbeats and he looked behind him to see the cliff the arena had been built on falling behind them, hoping someone would help him. But none came. The wind whipped his torn clothing back, his shirt in tatters and burned and the wind whistled in his ears as he tried to outpace the dragon. Fog made it difficult to swerve around the turrets that appeared suddenly before him and more than once, he nearly crashed into one. Fog clouded his vision and even with his superb seeker reflexes and small build, really a malnourished build thanks to years of starvation, though none picked up on it, couldn't stop him from potentially crashing into something.

A tower appeared in front of him and both dragon and boy had to fly on separate sides to avoid crashing into it, Harry thinking it was safe only for the Horntail to reach out and try biting him in mid-air. "RRRRRAAAAAWWWWRRRRRR!"

WHAM! Harry fell from his broom and slammed into one of the tower roofs. His broom slipped from his grasp, Harry dropping as an exploding hex was sent his way. He lost his grip and fell, seeing the dragon coming towards him until a second blast injured both the dragon and caused his broom to explode. "NOOOOOOO!" Harry shouted as his second broom broke apart in the blast, his present from Sirius last year. The dragon's own painful echoed in the air around him as a hole was torn into one of its wings, causing it fall into the ravine below.

"Raaaawwwwrrrrrr!" Splinters of wood hit him, these splinters being from his broom and Harry wondered for a moment if the dragon would even be found. At the arena, the audience only heard Harry's scream as his broom was destroyed and the dragon's roar, none imagining that their savior would go missing and the dragon would be found wounded within the ravine.

"Looks like the dragon got him," said Draco to guffaws from some other Slytherin students around him.

As Harry fell, he scrabbled desperately for his wand, though what he hoped to accomplish with it, he was uncertain. "Crucio!" Harry screamed in pain as his body felt like it was being stabbed over and over with white hot knives. His body twisted and withered as he fell as the spell was held on him, sliding off the roof and into the ravine below, his glasses falling from his face to shatter upon the rocky ground below. "Confringo!" A fiery orange light hit the dragon, causing it to scream in pain, this more agonizing than the first as it blasted off one of the dragon's leg in a shower of gore and bone, that hit the boy as he fell, first slamming into the bridge beneath him and then the ground, leg cracking and twisting at an unnatural angle. Hot blood hit him from the dragon's injury, his leg twisting at an unnatural angle. "Crucio! Expelliarmus!"

Harry whimpered in pain, curling in on himself and watching through blurry eyes as his wand flew from his grip and, with it, his only means of defense. "Ohhhhh," Harry groaned as he clutched at his leg, his blurred vision swimming from pain.

"Petrificus Totalus," spoke a voice and Harry found his limbs snapping to his body, eyes darting to and fro. "Crucio." The spell was held longer this time, longer than it had been when he had been on the roof of the tower he'd crashed into and his body was unable to move but he wanted to scream, tears leaking from his eyes and contributing to his burning vision as his body withered under the curse. After fifteen minutes, a voice spoke and his eyes darted to the figure that came limping over to him. "Well, well Mister Potter…"

"Pr'fess'r Moody?"

Professor Moody's face swam in front of him and raised his wand before pointing it at the boy. "Pleasant dreams Potter," said the professor before uttering his last spell. "Stupefy!" A jet of red light hit the boy full in the face and the maniacal grin that appeared on his professor's face was the last thing Harry saw before slipping into unconsciousness. Unbeknownst to Harry, his professor was changing into a different form, a man that many thought had died in Azkaban. Bartemius Crouch Junior, son of Barty Crouch Senior and a loyal death eater to the Dark Lord. The man pulled off the invisbility cloak from another figure and the fake eye and leg came off which were put back in place before he threw the cloak over the pair, casting notice-me-not and disillusionment charms on them before stealthily moving away. He still had his father to deal with, but the man's murder would be done in time. As for the Auror…well he was already seen as a crockpot and it had been Moody's wand he'd tortured the boy with and injured the dragon with. The man had, of course, been obliviated so he couldn't tell anyone who had been impersonating him. Barty was crafty and careful, not deranged Bellatrix Lestrange or a smooth talker like Lucius Malfoy.

It had been seventeen years since anyone had seen or heard from their supposed savior, the boy who had defeated a monster and ended the wizarding war, the likes of which paled in comparison to the Muggle wars of World War Two or even Grindelwald's war across Europe. Compared to Grindelwald, Voldemort didn't even come close to being intimidating or a powerful wizard. The war with Voldemort had continued when the man had revealed himself in what would have been Harry's fifth summer before school started, continuing with a vigor not seen since Grindelwald and there were losses on both sides, though the Order of the Phoenix suffered many losses due to Dumbledore believing that any death eaters or sympathizers caught could be redeemed. The light side were reluctant to kill or maim those who were suspected death eaters or sympathizers to Voldemort. Their only hope lay in a boy, a boy that none had seen for seventeen years…a boy who might be deceased. It was a foolish notion, and many believed Harry Potter to be long dead, for a body had not been found on the grounds. All that had been found were some broken glasses and splinters of a broom and wand belonging to the teenager. Some believed he may have run away, a coward to the end. Others, that he was a prisoner of some death eater or the Dark Lord himself for why else would he not come back to save them? Why else would the child not heed their pleas and save them?

In desperation, the Order had spared what members they could to search near and far for the Boy-Who-Lived, a boy who….if alive…would be a man now. It was something that many did not think about or choose to ignore. Hogwarts itself remained the only safe for students in the United Kingdom but attendance had fallen due to Muggleborns fleeing the country and people not wanting to have children in the middle of a war. There were a few neutral slytherin families that had tried to flee but they were hunted down by the Death Eaters on Voldemort's orders and killed. Within the confines of the Headmaster's office, a meeting was taking place between the Headmaster and his Potions professor, the man having managed to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts in what would have been Harry's sixth and seventh years at Hogwarts. "Severus, we must find the boy. He's the only one that can defeat Voldemort," said the wizened old man as he stood looking out the window at the darkened grounds of Hogwarts.

"How do you know he is still alive Albus? Nobody has been able to find him, not even the mutt or wolf," said Severus.

"I don't," said Dumbledore, "but if he isn't alive then Britain…the United Kingdom…will fall, and he will spread across Europe. He might even spread across other continents."

"The Dark Lord has made no declaration that he wishes to take over other continents," said Severus with a shake of his head. "But if the boy is at the Dark Lord's then nobody knows about it. I haven't seen hide nor hair of him in meetings. Besides, the Dark Lord is not as charismatic or powerful as Grindelwald," said Severus. "Even with the Dark Lord sending emissaries across Europe, he is discovering that creatures in other countries are better off than in the United Kingdom. Some Death Eaters have come back dead or in pieces in response to the Dark Lord's requests for joining and safety." He frowned at the Headmaster. "What do I have to do with this Albus?"

"You must be the one to find the boy Severus," said Albus. "I can only trust you to do so."

"Why not the mutt or the wolf?"

"Sirius is still a fugitive and could be arrested by Aurors at any time if he is spotted roaming about," said Albus, "and Remus is currently undercover in a werewolf pack, trying to persuade them to not join Voldemort," he said, ignoring the flinch Severus made at his master's moniker. "Not answering the Dark Lord's call is a death sentence," he said.

"You must find the boy Severus and bring him back to face his destiny."

"And if he doesn't want to come back?"

"Don't be ridiculous Severus. Of course, he'll want to come back to save everyone. But do what you must. If he won't come back willingly, then bring him by force or tell him Voldemort has his friends."

"They aren't exactly his friends if they didn't believe him in fourth year." He didn't bring up the fact that nobody had believed the boy at all. He didn't like where this was going. "How am I supposed to do that?"

"Well, you are an animagus after all," said Albus, looking at his Potions Master with that damned infernal twinkle in his eyes.

"Oh no. If you think I am going to turn into that and go traipsing through the countryside looking for the boy who might as well be dead, then you're out of your mind. Why can't Minerva do it?"

"Harry knows of Minerva's form Severus," said Albus, "and she would be more inclined to leave Harry wherever he is. You have my permission to use whatever spell or potion needed to bring the boy back to Hogwarts if he doesn't come willingly. If he is not brought back, then the darkness we have felt for the past seventeen years will only get worse. You know that we've lost a lot of potential Muggleborns, including Miss Granger. Those that remain have to register with the Ministry of Magic's Muggleborn registry and are sometimes used as slaves instead of being given the chance to attend school."

"Well, it didn't take much for the Dark Lord to take over the Ministry," said Severus, causing Dumbledore to scowl at him. "Alright, I'll look for him, but I don't see the point when he's probably dead."

"But Severus, didn't you tell me you'd promised Lily to look after her child?"

"That's a low blow Albus," said Severus. "If the boy is still alive, he's done a good job at hiding."

"Now Severus," said Albus, watching as Severus transformed into black cat with silver socks and white underside with large ears and a tail like that of a lion with grey spots on its body. The feline had one gold eye and one turquoise eye with white fur around its muzzle. Cheek fur stuck out from either side of its face and there were hair tufts above the cat's ears. This was no mundane cat but a crossbreed between an Egyptian Magimau and Kneazle, two magical breeds of domestic feline. "Thank you, Severus. I'll either hire Slughorn to cover your classes or teach them myself," he said. Turning to Fawkes, he spoke to his familiar. "Fawkes, would you take Severus outside of Hogsmeade?" The phoenix blinked before flashing towards the feline and grabbing it in his talons before disappearing in a flash of fire. "Good luck my boy," said Dumbledore into the silence.

It had been four months since Severus had left the safety of Hogwarts and he was forced to stay in his Animagus form, lest he be spotted by Death Eaters who would either capture or kill him. That was if they did not take him back to the Dark Lord. He never spoke of it to Albus, knowing the old man wouldn't approve, but he had used deadly force to protect himself to protect himself when caught alone, both on Death Eater raids and when fighting to protect his students. Even after all these deaths, the headmaster still believed it was best to give people second chances…third chances…as many chances as possible but Severus knew that sometimes you couldn't change a person's nature. Some were just born to kill and maim.

As he was scrounging for food in an alley, he felt eyes on him and looked up to see himself surrounded. Looking up, he could see he was surrounded by ruffians, potentially Muggle teenagers that were homeless given their scruffy clothing. Could Potter's spawn also be homeless? Probably hiding like the coward, he is. Potter never took much stock by the rules either and tried skiving off consequences, something he got away with due to being Dumbledore's favorite pet and being from a pureblood family. Kind of like Potter junior had been before he had disappeared. While in his musings, he didn't see one of the Muggle teens kick him and he yowled in pain as pain spread up his side. Not only that, but the kick was also hard enough to send him flying and crashing into the ground, feeling the air leave his lungs.

"What do we have here? A cat wandering out here all alone," sneered a boy as his friends broke into laughter. Severus tried getting to his paws but one of the boys stomped on his foreleg, causing it to break with a crack. A scream of pain issued from him as he discovered that his ribs were broken as well, and it hurt to breathe. "Let's teach the kitty a lesson." Severus's ears flattened against his head as his hackles rose, attempting and failing to stand up.

"Hissssssss."

The children advanced on the cat and Severus couldn't do anything to defend himself without risking exposure and having to obliviate Muggle children. Severus didn't know how long the attack lasted as he was kicked about like a tin can, his mind slipping into unconsciousness. He didn't hear paws coming towards him or the screams of the teens before he was scooped up into someone's arms. "Shhhh kitty," said a voice and briefly opened his eyes to see a hooded face peering down at him as a rush of magic washed over him. "You'll be safe here." The voice seemed familiar, but he couldn't replace it. It didn't matter for he slipped back into unconsciousness.

The figure glanced down at the feline, eyes glowing within the darkness and turned before sprinting along with his companion back to the fields where the family was setting up for the evening. Entering a beige tent, the figure holding the cat made their way towards a woman who was checking their herb supply and the figure nodded to the woman who looked up, her dark brown hair framing her face which she pushed back as her bluish-grey eyes met the figure's. "Sylvaine. I found this cat badly injured nearby while being attacked by some teenagers. Paradox scared them off but, but it looks like the cat had a number done on it.

"A cat is not really my expertise Slither. You might want to try Hive."

"Hive's grounded and besides, she doesn't have healing like you do."

The woman sighed. "Very well Slither. Lay the cat down on a bed in the corner and I'll do what I can. Is this…"

"No," said Slither, cutting the woman off. "I need to speak to Wisp and Dreamless."

The woman's face paled. "Slither, you know it's dangerous to disturb Dreamless."

"I know but you and Enigma are always saying I need to find someone besides my snakes or Hive and her animals."

"Very well Slither. Go…I think Wisp wants a meeting with us all before the show starts."

"Thanks Syl," said Slither and departed the tent, leaving the woman to turn her gaze to the kitten. She headed over and prodded the onyx wolf pup with a foot.

"Balthazar, go help Jinx and Wildfire set up the concession stand. Do not eat all the food like last time."

The wolf's red-violet eyes stared at his mother before yawning and hurrying out of the tent after Slither's footsteps, some of the carnies waving to Balthazar as he trotted among them. Sylvaine then stared down at the kitten. "Now…let's see what to do with a magical kitten," she said.