Chapter 19 – Snape v Snape.
Severus Snape was still shivering slightly as he made his way through the doors of the castle, and across the field to the Forbidden Forest. He had just finished marking the test papers for the fifth year's OWL exams that they had written just under a week ago when his evil, unforgivable master, Lord Voldemort, had summoned Snape to meet him at a small clearing in the dead centre of the forest.
Snape felt nauseous and extremely nervous about what Voldemort was going to order him to do. He had memorised the directions that he had just been given, and slowly curled himself around some overgrown trees.
"You are on time. I am pleased." Voldemort gently turned himself around to reveal his ugly, old and frightening face. "The task that I am about to set you will be quite short. But it is vital that no one knows about it, and that you do not make on single mistake. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." Snape gulped and clenched his fists, trying extremely hard not to show one ounce of fear.
"Your task is to bring that Harry Potter to me. I want him here tomorrow night. No excuses."
"Sir! I can't!" Snape called out.
"Silence! Do you want to be caught?" Voldemort took a deep breath. "You will do as I please. Tomorrow night. Here. Do you understand?"
"I can't do it sir."
"Why on earth not?" Voldemort questioned sharply.
"It's too risky. I would never be able to pull it off. How would I keep the boy quiet?" Snape asked, desperately trying to make up an excuse to escape this request.
"The boy will be asleep. You will hide yourself and the boy under this invisibility cloak that I have heard he owns."
"Sir. I can't."
"You will do it! I want him here tomorrow night without any excuses!" Voldemort shouted.
"No!" Snape yelled back at him, determinedly.
At that, Voldemort grabbed his wand and cast the imperious curse at Severus Snape.
Snape fell to the muddy, forest floor and lay there, unconscious. Voldemort snarled and showed a terrifying grin. That, if Severus were conscious at the time, would never be able to forget.
*****
Harry put down his photo album of his parents, that he had just been looking at, and shut his trunk. It had become a weekly routine that every Saturday night, he would look through his photo album before going to sleep. He missed his parents terribly, especially over the past few months. Mostly due to the fear of Voldemort capturing him again. This year, he feared, Voldemort would find him, sooner or later; the evil wizard that had killed his parents about sixteen years ago would take him in. He told himself that if his parents were still alive, somehow, it would all disappear, and they would save him from everything bad that happened around him. As he thought these emotional thoughts over and over in his head, he gently fell asleep. Dreaming of life with them alive, and how brilliant it would be. How he could visit them every holiday, instead of staying at school.
Then, Severus Snape, under the imperious curse, stepped silently into the dormitory, where the four boys lay asleep. He stood beside the bed in which Harry lay. Picking out his wand from an inside pocket of his robes, he whispered a few enchanting words that caused Harry to rise into the air.
Snape carefully directed Harry through the door and down the staircase to the common room. He silently made his way to the Entrance Hall, and opened the door, making sure that it didn't creak. Snape, still being controlled by Voldemort through the unforgivable curse, followed Harry floating unconscious in front of his face. They reached the entrance to the Forbidden Forest, and, struggling through the trees, made their way to the small opening where Voldemort was hiding.
"Sit." He snarled. Harry was still lying asleep in the air as Snape, unconsciously, sat on a damp log opposite his master. "Well then, Harry Potter. We meet again."
Severus Snape was still shivering slightly as he made his way through the doors of the castle, and across the field to the Forbidden Forest. He had just finished marking the test papers for the fifth year's OWL exams that they had written just under a week ago when his evil, unforgivable master, Lord Voldemort, had summoned Snape to meet him at a small clearing in the dead centre of the forest.
Snape felt nauseous and extremely nervous about what Voldemort was going to order him to do. He had memorised the directions that he had just been given, and slowly curled himself around some overgrown trees.
"You are on time. I am pleased." Voldemort gently turned himself around to reveal his ugly, old and frightening face. "The task that I am about to set you will be quite short. But it is vital that no one knows about it, and that you do not make on single mistake. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." Snape gulped and clenched his fists, trying extremely hard not to show one ounce of fear.
"Your task is to bring that Harry Potter to me. I want him here tomorrow night. No excuses."
"Sir! I can't!" Snape called out.
"Silence! Do you want to be caught?" Voldemort took a deep breath. "You will do as I please. Tomorrow night. Here. Do you understand?"
"I can't do it sir."
"Why on earth not?" Voldemort questioned sharply.
"It's too risky. I would never be able to pull it off. How would I keep the boy quiet?" Snape asked, desperately trying to make up an excuse to escape this request.
"The boy will be asleep. You will hide yourself and the boy under this invisibility cloak that I have heard he owns."
"Sir. I can't."
"You will do it! I want him here tomorrow night without any excuses!" Voldemort shouted.
"No!" Snape yelled back at him, determinedly.
At that, Voldemort grabbed his wand and cast the imperious curse at Severus Snape.
Snape fell to the muddy, forest floor and lay there, unconscious. Voldemort snarled and showed a terrifying grin. That, if Severus were conscious at the time, would never be able to forget.
*****
Harry put down his photo album of his parents, that he had just been looking at, and shut his trunk. It had become a weekly routine that every Saturday night, he would look through his photo album before going to sleep. He missed his parents terribly, especially over the past few months. Mostly due to the fear of Voldemort capturing him again. This year, he feared, Voldemort would find him, sooner or later; the evil wizard that had killed his parents about sixteen years ago would take him in. He told himself that if his parents were still alive, somehow, it would all disappear, and they would save him from everything bad that happened around him. As he thought these emotional thoughts over and over in his head, he gently fell asleep. Dreaming of life with them alive, and how brilliant it would be. How he could visit them every holiday, instead of staying at school.
Then, Severus Snape, under the imperious curse, stepped silently into the dormitory, where the four boys lay asleep. He stood beside the bed in which Harry lay. Picking out his wand from an inside pocket of his robes, he whispered a few enchanting words that caused Harry to rise into the air.
Snape carefully directed Harry through the door and down the staircase to the common room. He silently made his way to the Entrance Hall, and opened the door, making sure that it didn't creak. Snape, still being controlled by Voldemort through the unforgivable curse, followed Harry floating unconscious in front of his face. They reached the entrance to the Forbidden Forest, and, struggling through the trees, made their way to the small opening where Voldemort was hiding.
"Sit." He snarled. Harry was still lying asleep in the air as Snape, unconsciously, sat on a damp log opposite his master. "Well then, Harry Potter. We meet again."