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A/N: Don't worry that wasn't the end, as you can see. OK I wrote the beginning late at night, so bear with the cornyness. And this still isn't the end.
Chapter 8
Nothing happened. He waited a few mores seconds. Even the milky taste had gone from his mouth. A few more…still nothing. He was going to kill Snape if he got out. This wasn't poison. It was milk!
The fool! Now Snape was going to have the death of the world on his shoulders. Only one thing for it. Harry was going to have to fight all three hundred Death Eaters and Voldemort all single handed, or maybe one, then get their knife and kill him self. His ghost was going to haunt Severus Snape forever more. He had decided.
How to kill someone with no weapon? 'Use the Force Luke' Harry scoffed at his vehement imagination, mixed with the utmost terror he was feeling now.
A Death Eater in front of Harry laughed at him. "I killed your little Mudblood friend Potter." It was Draco Malfoy. Anger Harry had never known before flowed through him. He wanted to kill Malfoy more than he'd ever wanted to kill any one. Harry visualised the bastard choking to death before him in the greatest amount of pain a person could suffer.
Then to Harry's amazement, it happened, Malfoy was dying right here in front of him. As Death Eaters yelled in horror, Voldemort cursed loudly. "Dammit! Get him now! He is being called!"
Harry suddenly knew what to do. He held out his hands, and his wand came flowing to it. "This is way too much like Star Wars."
Then again, it only was the power of telekinesis. "What on earth is going on?" he asked himself. Harry was never too sure on what he actually was no one had explained to him, it was only what he heard from Snape, as he had been Dumbledores' spy. The old head master was meant to have told him years ago, but had never gotten around to it, then of course he had died. Then Harry realised that this was not the time to go into deep philosophical thought. Gripping his wand tighter he decided to fight his way out of this mess.
~~x~~
Snape watched the metal door close Sirius Black beside him grasping onto the banister with anger. Snape however merely turned around to face Ron Weasley. "What did you do?"
Ron strutted over to him. "What I was told to do. Do you really think the Dark Lord cares if you find out what the ritual is? No, my plan worked perfectly, you all were fooled."
He began to walk up the stairs to open the door, when Snape made up his mind, he took his wand out of his pocket and pointed it at Weasley's head, and grabbed his arms so he couldn't move. "Really? Well, now you're going to tell us where it is, or I will torture you so much, I won't let you die, until you tell me. Understood?"
~~x~~
A punch, a kick, a couple of curses, a few hexes. 'How many of these Death Eaters were there?' Quite a few it seemed, still he wasn't going to give up. He may have gone peacefully but that was only so over people wouldn't die. This time he was going to fight to the death. Then the doors flew open. Snape was there. No one else just Snape. Why? Why was no one else there?
Harry rolled his eyes, as his punch a Death Eater in-between the eyes, and looked at Snape as it staggered backwards. Snape shrugged at Harry's questioning look. "Typical." He muttered, stunning the Death Eater that was in front of him.
Snape finally decided to join in the fight, but a Death Eater, Harry wasn't sure who, decided he had had enough, he grabbed a gun. "Thank God." Harry mumbled.
Voldemort yelled him to stop, as did Snape, in fact Harry saw the old master running up to him, and pushing Harry out of the way, the outcome: Snape getting shot himself.
A/N: Don't worry that wasn't the end, as you can see. OK I wrote the beginning late at night, so bear with the cornyness. And this still isn't the end.
Chapter 8
Nothing happened. He waited a few mores seconds. Even the milky taste had gone from his mouth. A few more…still nothing. He was going to kill Snape if he got out. This wasn't poison. It was milk!
The fool! Now Snape was going to have the death of the world on his shoulders. Only one thing for it. Harry was going to have to fight all three hundred Death Eaters and Voldemort all single handed, or maybe one, then get their knife and kill him self. His ghost was going to haunt Severus Snape forever more. He had decided.
How to kill someone with no weapon? 'Use the Force Luke' Harry scoffed at his vehement imagination, mixed with the utmost terror he was feeling now.
A Death Eater in front of Harry laughed at him. "I killed your little Mudblood friend Potter." It was Draco Malfoy. Anger Harry had never known before flowed through him. He wanted to kill Malfoy more than he'd ever wanted to kill any one. Harry visualised the bastard choking to death before him in the greatest amount of pain a person could suffer.
Then to Harry's amazement, it happened, Malfoy was dying right here in front of him. As Death Eaters yelled in horror, Voldemort cursed loudly. "Dammit! Get him now! He is being called!"
Harry suddenly knew what to do. He held out his hands, and his wand came flowing to it. "This is way too much like Star Wars."
Then again, it only was the power of telekinesis. "What on earth is going on?" he asked himself. Harry was never too sure on what he actually was no one had explained to him, it was only what he heard from Snape, as he had been Dumbledores' spy. The old head master was meant to have told him years ago, but had never gotten around to it, then of course he had died. Then Harry realised that this was not the time to go into deep philosophical thought. Gripping his wand tighter he decided to fight his way out of this mess.
~~x~~
Snape watched the metal door close Sirius Black beside him grasping onto the banister with anger. Snape however merely turned around to face Ron Weasley. "What did you do?"
Ron strutted over to him. "What I was told to do. Do you really think the Dark Lord cares if you find out what the ritual is? No, my plan worked perfectly, you all were fooled."
He began to walk up the stairs to open the door, when Snape made up his mind, he took his wand out of his pocket and pointed it at Weasley's head, and grabbed his arms so he couldn't move. "Really? Well, now you're going to tell us where it is, or I will torture you so much, I won't let you die, until you tell me. Understood?"
~~x~~
A punch, a kick, a couple of curses, a few hexes. 'How many of these Death Eaters were there?' Quite a few it seemed, still he wasn't going to give up. He may have gone peacefully but that was only so over people wouldn't die. This time he was going to fight to the death. Then the doors flew open. Snape was there. No one else just Snape. Why? Why was no one else there?
Harry rolled his eyes, as his punch a Death Eater in-between the eyes, and looked at Snape as it staggered backwards. Snape shrugged at Harry's questioning look. "Typical." He muttered, stunning the Death Eater that was in front of him.
Snape finally decided to join in the fight, but a Death Eater, Harry wasn't sure who, decided he had had enough, he grabbed a gun. "Thank God." Harry mumbled.
Voldemort yelled him to stop, as did Snape, in fact Harry saw the old master running up to him, and pushing Harry out of the way, the outcome: Snape getting shot himself.