A/N: Just a brief note to thank you for your love towards this story. One of my wonderful reviewers said "Annoying cliffhanger." I know. All cliffhangers are annoying, sorry. But here's another chapter so you don't resent me. As for the italics, I have to conform to the few formatting options that FF has. I would love to be able to use different fonts, but it is not possible. Again, sorry for the multiple break lines. I was going to leave out the text within the will because it is in a previous chapter but I didn't want you to have to be going back and forth... Anyways, Obliviscor is a Latin word that means "to forget." I hope you enjoy. :) -Lux
Chapter 13: Obliviscor
Sharptooth knew he would be stopped several times through his reading. However, he did not mind. He would have a first-row seat to see Albus Dumbledore crash and burn. What else could he possibly ask for? The Deceiver was seething. Everyone in that room, except for Severus, were possible enemies. Things would not be good for him by the end of the reading. He was sure of it. He never read the will before doing what he had to do to have it locked away, but he could guess it wasn't kind to him.
"Wait, shouldn't Sirius Black be here?" Amelia asked.
The goblin ignored her for the time being and read.
This is the last will of Lily Jade Potter nee Evans and James Charlus Potter. We are both of sound mind and body as we write this.
Harry, the first thing we want you to know is that we love you more than anything in this life. We are very sorry that we are not with you. If you are reading this, know that you are and always will be our pride and joy. No matter what people say, you are our biggest accomplishment.
We want a copy of this will to reach the DMLE and the Wizengamot. If we died at the hands of Voldemort due to a Secret Keeper betrayal, we want everyone to know that our Secret Keeper was Peter Pettigrew. In the event of our deaths, the most important duty we could give others -that of raising and loving our son- the following should happen.
If either of us passes while the other lives on, the surviving spouse will get full custody of our son and all our assets, titles, and vaults. If we both pass, Harry's custody should go to the following people in the following order:
1. Sirius Orion Black who is Harry's godfather by godfather ritual, so it is his right and duty on his magic to raise and love Harry as his own. AND/OR Alice Longbottom, who is Harry's godmother by godmother ritual. We hope that if Harry grows up with Neville, they will find a brother in each other. We are sure Frank will love Harry as his own.
Amelia cursed inwardly. That bastard! That was another charge to add to his list! He always knew Black was innocent. He allowed Black to spend years in Azkaban without trial for a crime he was certain Sirius didn't commit. Sirius handed Harry to the Grangers and stepped closer to the desk.
"As for your question Madame Bones," Sharptooth waved his hand over Sirius, canceling the concealment. "Mr. Black has been here since the start."
Too many things happened at once.
Everyone but Remus stood up. Minerva was the first to reach Sirius and hugged him tightly. Remus was shocked, but he couldn't help the dangerous growl that escaped him. Andromeda and Ted pretended this was the first time they saw him. Augusta walked over and hit him over the head with her cane. She then hugged him.
"What were you thinking!? You irresponsible dog! You should have come to me! House Bones would have helped you!"
He rubbed his head. "I know, Lady Longbottom, it won't happen again."
"It better not. At least someone is taking care of you. You look good," the old woman said winking.
Sirius smiled, but his smile froze when he saw Remus icy stare. He stepped forward.
"Remus…"
"Don't." Remus' irises were flashing in a clear warning.
"Moony, please…" Sirius begged. Remus was using every ounce of willpower he had not to throw himself in Padfoot's arms. He was so happy to see him, and he missed him dearly. To make matters worse, now that the disillusionment wore off, Sirius' scent was everywhere. It was so hard to fight his inner wolf, which demanded he embraced a member of his pack again. But an image of what Sirius had done to him flashed before his eyes, and he was able to put thick chains around the wolf in him.
"I still can't believe what you did to me. You had no right! We were supposed to do it together!"
"Remus, please understand… I-I couldn't lose you too," Sirius whispered.
"Oh, spare me, you bastard!"
"If you two lovebirds could wait until the end of the reading to continue your disgusting lover's spat that would be great," Severus said with contempt. Dumbledore was starting to feel a fear he hadn't felt in years. If that was just the beginning of the will… Things could only get worse for him.
"Lord Black, we need to talk later," Amelia stated.
"I am at your disposal, Madam Bones," Sirius replied looking at her.
"Everyone, sit down," a chair appeared for Sirius and Sharptooth forced them all to sit by waving his right hand.
2. Remus Lupin, who is Harry's uncle in everything but blood. Moony, we love you. We thank you for all the wisdom and all the help. You once asked me the secret to love: accept to be accepted. We don't care about your furriness, neither does Harry. You were the best honorary brother I could have had. We love you, and thank you.
Remus was shocked to his core. They knew he couldn't be Harry's guardian. His precious Jade and his dear James loved him enough to trust him with the most valuable thing on Earth for them, Harry. Where could his nephew be? Suddenly, he felt a wash of guilt. If something had happened to Harry, he was to blame too. He needed to find out where Harry was. He would sell his blood for lycanthropy research if he had to! His hands were shaking. No one but Emma noticed, but Sirius discreetly grabbed Remus' right hand with his left and squeezed. Remus seemed to be in physical pain for a few seconds, but he did squeeze back, let go and mouthed 'later' to Sirius. Moony nodded at the goblin with tearful eyes.
3. Edward and Andromeda Tonks nee Black. You are also an honorary aunt and uncle to our son. He would be blessed to grow up with Nymphadora. She would be a great older sister. We love you all!
Andromeda smiled brightly. Lily was like a sister for her. She would love to help raise Harry, but where was he. Harry James, she sighed. As it was for many people affected by memory charms, certain keywords would bring a flood of memories back. Her eyes were lit up in a silvery hue, and she looked at Dumbledore. Before anyone could react, she had slapped the man so harshly that he fell from the chair.
"What the bloody hell?!" Dumbledore yelled. "Help me up!" he demanded.
"You revolting, backstabbing, piece of shit!" she yelled. Edward jumped and held her back by the waist.
"What are you talking about Andromeda?! How dare you strike an old, defenseless, man?"
"I remember that night! You monster! How could you take Harry there! He would have been better in an orphanage!"
"What?! What do you mean?!" Remus asked with a scary scowl.
"He took Harry to the Dursleys!" Andromeda said in a seething tone.
"What!?" everyone else asked in outrage. Everyone else who was magical in the room, except Harry and Hermione, had magic rolling off of their bodies. Their very auras were red in a fury.
"Everyone, sit. Whatever damages you cause, will be deducted from your accounts. We still have a lot to go over."
The arms of the chairs forced them to sit back down.
4. Professor Minerva McGonagall: You have been like an older sister to me. You were an incredible mentor and a wonderful friend. We know you love Harry and would be an incredible role model. He adores his aunt Minnie. We love you and will purr for you forever.
Minerva was pale. The amount of trust and love her Lily had on her were incredible. The Potters knew she wasn't young and that she hadn't had any children of her own, and still they thought she could do a good job. She was furious with Albus as well. Where was her little kitten? Her inner cat made her look towards the left corner of the room. She could have sworn she saw something move.
5. Sharptooth our Gold Manager and Friend. My dearest mentor, I know Harry will grow up to be a wonderful man who is not bigoted or prejudiced if you are in his life. You are a warrior, and eventually, there will be a war again, and we will need you to help him. We love you, you grumpy little goblin with a gigantic heart.
"What?! That is preposterous! Goblins cannot be guardians of children! They would eat the poor kids!" Albus exclaimed stomping his feet in fury. Minerva rolled her eyes so hard she saw her homeland.
Sharptooth's eyes went completely dark in anger. He bared his sharp teeth at Dumbledore with a growl.
"Dumbledore, I suggest you shut your prejudiced, bigoted mouth before Sharptooth shuts it for you permanently!" Sirius replied with a scowl.
6. Neesy the Head Potter House-Elf. Neesy, you have been the most wonderful friend we could have asked for. Thank you for your diligence and for loving our Harry as your own. Train him in your magic. Love him. Protect him. And if that old goat comes near him wanting to hurt or manipulate him, turn him into pink mist. We love you.
Neesy's eyes seemed to be about to pop out of her head. Her mistress trusted him not only to care for baby Harry but also to train him in elf magic.
"This is insulting! An elf!?" Albus yelled, standing up. "This has to be a forgery! No one would trust a baby to a glorified, ignorant, hideous slave! Let alone Lily Potter, who was a smart woman!"
Neesy's ears hung in shame. Before she replied, Minerva stood up slowly. Her magic pulsed throwing her chair back.
"I am deeply ashamed of having ever fallen for your public persona, Albus. You never changed. You and Grindelwald wanted the same thing! Neesy was one of Lily's best friends. You will treat her with respect if you don't want a slap in your other cheek, you brute!"
Remus, stood, went over to Neesy and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards his chair. He helped her sit on his chair and stood between her and Sirius. He placed one hand on her bony shoulder and squeezed lightly. She smiled through her tears. Sirius squeezed her hand and whispered, "Don't listen to him. You are with friends here."
"Take notes, Dumbledork, that right there is what true gentlemen look like," Augusta said, pointing with her cane at Remus and Sirius.
Under absolutely NO circumstance is our Harry to go to my sister Petunia Dursley nee Evans and her husband. They hate all things magic and would never love our Harry. The same applies to the meddlesome megalomaniac Albus Too-Many-Names-Too-Little-Care Dumbledore. He will stop at nothing to manipulate everyone. Do NOT fall for his tricks. Do not EVER take any food, drinks, or candy from his hands. They will be laced with potions. NEVER look him in the eye. He is a master legilimens. He has NO claim to anything in this will. If he ever withdraws a galleon without permission, I will personally come out of wherever I am and haunt the bastards who allowed him to get away with this. When you discover exactly how much he has taken, The Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter demands retribution to be determined by our Head of House. If none of the people named as possible guardians can perform the role, Harry is to go to a loving, non-magical family, preferably one with fertility problems.
The general outcry at this was very loud. So many curse words in so little time had the Grangers covering the kids' ears.
"My Frankie was right about you!" Augusta hit Albus everywhere she could reach with her cane before Auror Greengrass pulled her back.
"How dare you disrespect her wishes!" Snape yelled, punching Albus and breaking his nose.
"You have been potioning faculty, parents… and students!?" Minerva yelled, delivering the slap she had warned him about before with all her might. "Be grateful I don't have my wand right now!"
Albus was very grateful that no one had a wand. He thought only wizards or witches could hurt him with magic. The punch and slaps hurt, but he was in for a world of pain now.
He was suddenly in the air. His bound arms were lifted from behind his back to over his head. This made his arms pop out of their natural place. The man screamed in pain. He looked down, expecting to see an irate goblin but saw a horrible sight. Neesy the elf had her hands covered with blue elven fire.
"You is been a bad man! You is not doing what mistress Lily wanted! You gives little Harry to those meanies! You is going to pay for this!"
Albus felt like his skin was on fire. Simultaneously, he felt like there were needles stuck in every one of his pores. The pain he felt was so intense that he couldn't even scream anymore.
All wizards and witches were staring in awe at the elf. They were too shocked to react. In any case, none of them were really inclined to do anything to help the man.
The elf went on "You is been mean to Neesy! You is been mean to goblinsys! You is mean to Harry! Harry is been lost because of you! You is been erasing Andy's memory! You need to learn to stays away from everyones here! Where is Harry!?" Neesy yelled.
Albus refused. Neesy snapped her fingers and doxies appeared out of thin air and started scratching and biting the man everywhere they could reach. Minerva stared marveling at the sheer power coming off Neesy. She hadn't bonded with a master in a long time. She would deplete her magical core if she didn't stop soon. Augusta was cheering the elf on. "Yes! Neesy! You show him!"
"Augusta! Please, you are not helping!" Minerva scolded the woman who just shrugged.
"What is you doing to little master?! " Neesy waved her hands, and the doxies disappeared. Birds materialized and started pecking the man everywhere harshly.
Albus yelled loudly, "I owe you no answers, you revolting, miserable creature! I will have your ugly head mounted on my bedroom wall! How dare you use your magic against your betters!?"
Neesy's reply to that was to snap her fingers in both hands and pull him quickly and harshly to the ground. He fell in a sitting position, and there was a sickening crunch. Everyone in the room grimaced. He then fainted and hit his head on the marble floor. The Aurors looked at their boss awaiting her orders. She shook her head. Goblin territory was completely autonomous. Wizarding laws and law enforcement had no power there. Goblin guards came forward to place new handcuffs on the man. The elf had rendered the ones he was wearing powerless.
Neesy felt her magic was at dangerously low levels. Her knees were weak, and she fell down. In his shock at the events, Sharptooth had forgotten that the Grangers were still invisible and muted. This stopped when little Harry, in a bout of accidental magic, ended his disillusionment and rushed to the little elf. She defended him fiercely against the man who left him with his aunt and uncle, and now she was hurt. He could feel it in his bones. He wrapped his small arms around the faint, shaking elf.
"I am n-not l-lost, Neesy. I am here," Harry whispered. Everyone stopped mid-motion.
Neesy looked at the boy in wonder. "M-Master Harry! Neesy is been s-sorry! Neesy b-be trying to finds you! Neesy is f-failing!" she wailed. The Grangers had rushed behind Harry and were lifting Neesy up and carrying her to the sofa.
"A little help here?" asked Mr. Granger. This seemed to pull all present out of their shocked trance.
Professor McGonagall and Remus hurried towards Neesy. They began waving their hands, casting health and magic measuring spells. Neesy shook her head. "M-Me is n-needing a m-master…"
"Mr. Black," Sharptooth stated. "As Head of the Potter family, you can bond with her."
"Really?!"
"Yes."
Sirius asked "Neesy, would you like to bond with me?"
"Neesy thanks you, Master D-Doggie, but Neesy n-needs to b-bond with master Harry… Neesy is p-promising so to h-her Mistress."
Sirius nodded. The Grangers looked alarmed. "Don't worry. This will not hurt Harry at all. But it will help Neesy regain her strength… Harry, do you want to help Neesy?"
"Yes, I d-do. She d-defended me. I want t-to help her," he replied with a timid smile. "What do I n-need to d-do?"
"Say, 'I, Harry James Potter, sole heir of the Potter title hereby bind Neesy the house-elf to me and my family, so mote it be,' and you need to say it while holding her hand."
Harry looked to be trying to remember all the words. He took Neesy's hand and repeated: "I, H-Harry J-James P-Potter, sole h-heir of the P-Potter title h-hereby b-bind Neesy the h-house elf to m-me and my f-f-family, so m-mote it be."
There was a golden glow that surrounded their hands. There were light blue sparks jumping off their joined hands. Harry smiled. He could somehow feel how much the elf loved him inside him. He gave her a hug. After the glow vanished, Neesy was a bit taller, seemed younger, and felt stronger.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Emma asked, caressing Harry's back.
"Yes, I am o-okay."
"I'm sorry but who are you?" asked Augusta, pointing at them with her cane at the Grangers.
"Daniel Granger, my wife Emma, and our daughter Hermione," Dan said, offering his hand to the old lady.
"Muggles?" Augusta asked with interest, noticing their clothing, and shaking the man's hand.
"Augusta!" Minerva chided.
"What!? I haven't heard that last name in… ages. But they seem to know Harry and Sirius..."
"You don't just ask that to people you have never met, Augusta! It's impolite!" Minerva frowned. Harry looked up at the stern woman, and his eyes flashed silver. He recalled being called impolite after he flung a spoonful of mashed potatoes at a blurry man who was dressed in black. Harry couldn't see the man's face but he could see hers.
"It is alright," Emma replied. "We are not magical, but our daughter is."
"A-Aunt M-Minnie?" Harry asked, throwing his arms up at her. She immediately picked him up in a tight hug. She felt her heart constrict when the boy dragged his head up her neck and face as he did as a toddler when she called him kitten. She returned the gesture. Albus had been awakened by the goblin healer who was called in. He groaned in pain.
"Do you remember me, kitten?" Minerva asked, pulling away to look at her nephew.
"First I d-didn't, b-but now I d-do…" Harry tried to explain. Minerva's eyes flashed in anger. She kissed Harry's forehead put him down and all but ran towards Dumbledore.
"Tell me you were not stupid enough to obliviate a toddler!"
Albus looked away. It wasn't something he was proud of. Severus, who had remained sitting down, started to get up slowly with wide eyes. Had he been obliviated as well?
Minerva was furious. "You imbecile! The consequences could have been irreversible! How could you do that to their baby! And after a most traumatic event, no less! Where is my wand? Get me my wand?"
"Professor McGonagall," said Remus in a calming voice. "I would be delighted to join you, but remember where we are."
The woman nodded, apologized to the goblin, and said: "This isn't over, Albus."
Hermione asked in a worried tone, "What does obliviate mean?"
"It is an extremely dangerous spell to erase people's memories."
"He erased Harry's memories?" Hermione crossed her arms. She walked over to the old man, "My daddy and mommy will make sure you get punished, you meanie!" she stuck her tongue out at him.
"So will I," said Amelia Bones. "Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Hermione, Harry, my name is Amelia Bones. I am the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement or DMLE for short."
"Nice to meet you, Madam Bones," the Grangers answered in unison
Remus sat down next to Neesy. At least Harry seemed to be alright. Moony sniffed the Grangers, and his wolf senses told him he could trust them. He looked at Harry, and his eyes flashed a golden amber. The kid's eyes widened and flashed silver once more. Remus frowned in concern. Harry shook his head. He walked over to the man, stood right in front of the man, and sniffed the air around his face.
"Uncle Moony!" Harry said, hugging the man's neck tightly.
"Yes, cub, it's me," Remus said inhaling Harry's new older scent deeply. He pulled away to look at the child. "Do you feel okay? Does your head hurt?"
"I'm a b-bit d-dizzy," the boy admitted.
Sirius was concerned. "Sharptooth, can we get one of your mind healers here, please?"
"It will take about an hour. Our main mind healer is in Romania right now."
"Neesy cans help," the elf approached Harry and put her hands on each side of the boy's head and pushed her healing power towards the child. It was working, but something seemed to be blocking her.
"Thank you, N-Neesy, I f-feel better now," Harry said.
The goblin healers that were working on Albus managed to stabilize him and keep him conscious. He would need a lot of potions, spellwork, and rest. Sharptooth requested for everyone to sit back down so he could finish reading the will.
Regarding all our assets, vaults, and titles, they will go in this order:
1. If my wife survives me or I survive her, the surviving spouse will get everything.
2. If we are both dead, everything goes to Harry James' guardian (according to the list my wife provided), until he reaches his majority with the following exceptions:
-To Sirius Black: Not that you need any more money, but still… You are our brother. Consider this an early (or late) wedding present. Settle down already! We leave you 1 million galleons and our house in London, so you never have to go to that Grim Old Place again. Also, Lily thinks that the horrible picture of your mother can be blasted off with a non-magical grenade. You may want to try that… for the laughs. Even if it doesn't work, can you imagine her outrage at being attacked by muggle weapons? Never stop being a Marauder, Padfoot! We love you forever.
Sirius had already heard this, but that didn't mean he didn't feel a pull on his heartstrings. It was true that he did not need the money, but he would find a way to have the Grangers accept payment for his expenses while at their home. Also, he needed to get himself a decent place, preferably within walking distance of the Grangers. He knew Harry would not accept to be separated from his adoptive family. Sirius realized something, Daniel may know how to get his hands on a grenade. He grinned and motioned at Dan in a typical ´We need to talk later.´ Dan nodded with a smirk.
-To Alice and Frank: We know you need no money or titles. However, we would be remiss as godparents if we didn't leave our godson a little something. To Neville, we leave 100 000 galleons for his education. May he grow up to be a wonderful person like his parents. Alice, Lily's special paints are yours to share with Pandora Lovegood. You make the most beautiful paintings together. Make one for our Harry. We love you, and thank you for everything you did for us. Look into your memories and search for holes.
Augusta took out a handkerchief to dry her tears. Her son and daughter-in-law would have appreciated the gesture. It was a shame neither would be able to see this. She would put her grandson's inheritance in his trust fund. Alice's paintings were famous around the world. She was a wonderful artist, and whenever she collaborated with Pandora, their paintings would sell for hundreds of thousands of galleons. And poor Pandora wouldn't have a chance to know about this either. She made a mental note to let Xenophilius know about this. Perhaps little Luna inherited her mother's skills.
-To Remus Lupin: We leave you 3 million galleons, a lifetime supply of your special drink (it will be transferred to your vault upon the reading of this will), Lily's research on your condition (she has discovered some pretty interesting things), and we leave you the cottage you wanted in Sennen Cove. Thought we didn't know? Sucker! (Can't tell me off now, I'm dead!) We know you think we shouldn't have bought it. Stop it. Lily will personally haunt you forever if you don't zip it and enjoy it. We know you loved the peace and quiet. We made modifications, so it is safe for you at all times. Find a wonderful person to settle down with. We love you. Let yourself be loved. Look into your memories and search for holes.
Remus' jaw went slack. What was he to do with three million galleons?! Especially when his friends left him a lifetime provision of Wolfsbane potion. Most of his meager resources went towards buying his potion. Of course Lily had been researching Lycanthropy! His interest was piqued. What could she have uncovered? How did they know about the cottage? No one but… Sirius. Sirius must have told them. He looked at Padfoot who gave him a slight smile. Remus was right. Sirius told them. He remembered the happy time they all spent there that summer when Lily discovered she was pregnant. His mind then focused on their last statement. Search for holes. He couldn't do that straight away. He still had sobering up potion and remains of Wolfsbane in his system. He would have to try once his bloodstream was clean.
-To Edward and Andromeda: We leave you 2 million galleons. No, Ted. It is not charity. Consider it an early retainer in case any of our loved ones ever need legal counsel both in the WW and the non-magical world as well. You are incredible at your job. Believe it. Andy, we leave you the section you wanted of the main Potter Library. Use it to make the world a better place. Also, get yourself a different hairdo than your sister's. Ouch! (Lily just swatted at my head for that one! Sorry!). We love and thank you both for your friendship and support.
Edward Tonks was floored. That was so much money! James knew him well enough to tell him the money was a retainer. Andromeda laughed. It was so like James to say something like that! She no longer had the same long crazy curls of Bellatrix. Thanks to her muggle hairstylist, her hair was looking much tamer. Her once crazy curls were now loose, voluminous waves. She had cut her hair to barely graze her shoulders. Edward chortled at his wife's humor. He too much preferred Andy's new hair.
- To Minerva McGonagall: We leave you 3 million galleons, our casks of Blishen's Firewhisky, and the Marauders Guide to You-Know-What. We cracked the code! Also, we leave you our stock in Scotland's National Quidditch Team, and in The Broom Shop. Our life-long box in the Quidditch World Cup is yours. Additionally, Lily leaves you all her journals on spell-making and keys to her lab. Look into your memories and search for holes.
Minerva had to hold on to her chair. Three million pounds! Her favorite firewhiskey! Those casks alone were worth tens of thousands of Marauder's Guide to Transfiguration? She looked at Moony, who smiled and winked at her. And the stock! If her mother were alive, she would have died again from the sheer joy! Minerva couldn't wait to spoil her nephews. She wanted to buy Harry and her nephews' starter brooms. Now she had the means to do so. She smiled.
-To Sharptooth: We know you love gold so much you tuck in all your bars at night and sing them lullabies! (Ha! Can't do anything about me being "immature" now that I'm dead!) We also know you love Harry and us. No matter how grumpy you pretend to be. We leave you all our ancient gold artifacts to study, to sell, or to do with as you see fit. We trust you and your judgment implicitly in all things financial. You have served the Potters with the utmost efficiency and care. Look into your memories and search for holes.
-To Neesy: All our homes are to do with as you see fit: redecorate, add or remove rooms, please get yourself and all our beloved elves an elven greenhouse no matter the cost. Sharptooth will help you with that May you find yourself mate and live a long life with your family. Please love and help our Harry. He will need you. We made sure you will never run out of money for property upkeep. Our last orders are that you never punish yourself, you spend your salary on you, and you rest when you are tired. We love you. Your friendship for us has been a blessing in our life.
The little elf was stunned. She knew she had the best Master and Mistress, but to give her so much freedom. It was unthinkable! She would indeed love and help little master Harry. She could now fix up all the Potter properties and see about which elves she could convince to come back. Many had to move away to elf communities where they would eat magical fruits, herbs, and roots to help them keep their magic storages from depleting completely.
-To Severus Snape: I still don't like you, you greasy git. Ouch! (Lily tells me I need to play nice so… Sorry.) I know my behavior towards you was, at times, juvenile, nasty, and mean. I hope we can bury the hatchet now that you have buried me (Ha! If you stay mad at a corpse Severus, you need to get professional help!). Lily left you a letter and a reminder within it as well as a copy of keys to her lab. Share with Minnie and treat her right. You will see everything you need to know about you being in the will from looking in Harry's eyes. So help me God, if you treat him unfairly because of me, I will haunt you forever Snivellus…. Couldn't resist! Deal with it. I'm dead. You can't do anything to me now. Look into your memories and search for holes.
Look into your memories and search for holes, Severus repeated in his mind. He focused his occlumency skills and started lifting his shields.
"Severus, don't-" Albus pleaded. If Snape found the holes, he would kill him. Albus tried a weak attempt to attack Severus' mind, but the man had strong shields, and Albus was too weak to probe further.
"Snivellus, are you okay?" Remus asked. Severus didn't hear him.
Severus straightened up in his chair. He was quickly turning pale. He slid off the chair onto his knees on the floor when too many memories and feelings flooded his brain with such intensity that he felt his head would explode. His heartbeat was erratic in his chest. His eyes scan the room frantically. Harry felt something in his core which compelled him to move. The boy stood in front of the man and put his hands in each one of Severus' cheeks. The man looked into Harry's eyes. The boy stared deep into Snape's very soul. He saw Lily in Harry's eyes. Severus' eyes widened, and he fell unconscious.
