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A/N: Ah, and many thanks to my wonderful reviewers. You guys are so wonderful! 231 reviews so far! *hugs all the reviewers*
A/N2: Ah, and I'm not sure when I'll get the next chapter up. Tis the annual Amory Railroad Festival and it lasts all weekend. Only bad thing is that its blazing hot. And I had to march yesterday in the parade. Ye-ow I tell you. Only good thing was I found two REALLY cool rings but I only bought one. I think I'm going to go back and get the other though. It was silver with a snake on each side and had a silver snake on top with a black background. Really cool. The one I bought is a skull with a snake going through its mouth and eye then rearing up over the top of the skull. Sound familiar? *chuckle* Anyway, enough of my babbling and on with the chapter!
Chapter 68 **Knowledge of the Swords**
Severus was going over a test he had given the sixth year Hufflepuffs in his room in the staff quarters when there was a knock at his door. Looking up, he rose and went over to open the door.
Harry stood there, a sword held loosely in his right hand.
Severus blinked then moved out of the way, motioning him inside. Harry moved past him and sat down on the couch, laying the sword across his knees. Closing the door, Severus walked over and sat down in the chair he had just vacated, turning it around so he faced his son. He looked at the sword then said, "Well?"
Harry looked up at his father then said, "I found out who has Slytherins sword."
Severus simply arched an eyebrow then looked at the sword again.
"You?"
Harry nodded.
"I see. It was to be expected of course as you're the youngest and undoubtly the Heir. How did you get it?"
Harry quickly explained the scene in the common room earlier and what Hermione suspected, editing out the part where he kissed Hermione. Once he was done he looked expectantly at Severus, waiting for him to say something.
Severus frowned and ran a hand back through his hair.
"I don't know what to think of this."
"Could Hermione be right?" asked Harry.
Severus shrugged.
"It's possible. Someone might have grabbed him after the Quidditch match. Has he been acting off all day?"
Harry nodded and said, "A little. He managed to get our work right on the first go in Transfiguration. Ron never does that."
Severus frowned.
"I'll have to talk to Albus about this."
"Now?"
"Better now than later."
Harry blinked. "That's a Muggle saying. Well, sort of."
Severus smiled and said, "I spent a summer at your mothers in third year. James nearly went ballistic when he saw me there."
"When did you start calling him that? Normally you say Potter."
Severus shrugged.
"I don't know. It just seems – easier – saying his name."
"Oh."
"Though don't expect me to start calling Black Sirius."
Harry grinned and replied, "I know you won't."
"My, you know we so well."
"Yep."
"You're incorrigible."
"Thank you."
Severus snorted then rose from his chair. "Come with me. Albus will want to see that sword."
Harry nodded and rose from the couch, careful not to cut himself with the swords blade. Severus wrapped an arm about his shoulders and they left the room.
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"Come in Severus, Harry."
Dumbledore looked up as Severus and Harry entered his office. The older man had an arm thrown about the fifteen-year-olds shoulders and was looking a bit grim.
But what Harry held loosely in his right hand was what caught his attention. The serpent emblazoned on the blade seemed to writhe and the emeralds set into the ebony hilt shimmered with an otherworldly light.
Dumbledore blinked, surprised, then asked, "Is there something you two wanted?"
Severus nodded and quickly explained about Harry's fight with Ron and Hermione's theory. He said nothing about the sword except that it had appeared during the fight.
Dumbledore nodded then looked at Harry, who shifted nervously under his father's arm. A second later Harry stepped forward and laid the sword across Dumbledore's desk. As he stepped back the light in the emeralds went dull and the serpent on the blade seemed to still.
Harry said, "Slytherins sword, sir."
Dumbledore nodded and looked across the room at a glass case. Inside rested another sword, the rubies in the gold hilt reflecting the light. Harry followed his gaze then turned his eyes away from the other sword.
Severus suddenly asked, "What does this mean?"
Dumbledore shrugged and replied, "I do not know, Severus." He turned to Harry and said, "The sword appeared when you got angry at Mr. Weasley?"
Harry nodded. "Ye, sir. I started towards him like I was going to hit him then there was this flash of light and that sword was in my hand. It was humming too, like it was reflecting my anger."
"Hmm. Now that's interesting. If you would leave the sword with me, Harry, there are some spells I'd like to try on it."
Harry nodded and said, "Do whatever you need, professor."
Dumbledore smiled and Severus laid a hand on Harry's shoulder. He said, "You should go get some dinner."
Harry nodded again and turned to leave, muttering a, "Goodbye dad, professor" as he left.
As the door closed behind him Severus asked, "What are you going to do with that?" He nodded towards the sword lying across the papers on Dumbledore's desk.
"I'm not sure, Severus. Perhaps we shoulder have Remus look at it, check it for any type of Dark Magic."
"You will check it yourself as well?"
Dumbledore nodded. "I will."
Severus nodded and turned to leave when Dumbledore suddenly said, "Severus, if you would pit it over there, please."
Turning around, Severus blinked at the older man then picked up the sword. As he did the light that had been in the emeralds returned and the serpent on the blade flicked its tongue. He lay the sword down beside the glass case that held Gryffindors sword then turned and left with a, "Good day, Albus."
Dumbledore sat in silken after he had gone, watching the two swords. As soon as Slytherins sword had been sat down, the rubies on the hilt of Gryffindors had flashed with light. The emeralds on Slytherins sword were also bright. Dumbledore considered this then looked down at his right hand.
There, burned into his palm, was the image of the swords hilt.
A/N: Mmmm, that's ominous . . . . I'm not sure what I'm going to do on chapter 69 so I don't know how long it'll be before its posted. Just bear with me folks. We're so far from the end its not in sight.