Dhiana-I'm beyond honored, thank you for your kind comments, I would like
to look over your site of course, but I would be honored if you felt my
story worthy to be placed there. Thank you.
Rickman's Girl-I agree completely, Alan is so awesome in that movie. I love watching him fall in love at first sight, and outside the door when she was sick. I though he was going to cry. He's so good!
Parselmouth-yes my faithful review and friend, a sequel. Actually this is probably part one of a trilogy, the third one taking place in the future. Many things to think about for that story.
Lei Dumbledore-Thank you again for you kind comments, it means a lot.
Lovestruck-Yes a sequel, no hints for what's going to happen, but I will tell you many good and bad things shall happen, and expect major Snape Angst. As well as Harry.hehe I'm evil!
Chapter Seventeen-The Third Meeting
February 21st was a day that would later go down in History of Wizardry and Hogwarts. It was a day of the Last Dark Meeting; it was the day when all students in Hogwarts would never really feel safe again. It was a day when people died and the future was told.
It was a beautiful morning; however it was not to remain that way for long. The morning was broken with another one of Harry's frequent screams when he saw the dream. For nearly the past month Harry's nightmares had been steadily growing worse, each detail becoming clearer and clearer. He had started sleeping in his father's chambers, so that he could be helped. However no matter what Severus seemed to give him, he would dream the same thing, he would see his death and the death of everyone around him.
~~~~~
As Harry headed for breakfast early that morning, his face was paler than usual. He had lost weight, not comfortable eating right now, to frightened. Severus had disappeared early this morning to the third and final meeting before the attack. Meanwhile everyone went on about their way. Leanne was trying to keep her two children under control while taking care of her self. It was difficult, worried about her husband as well as her son, she could only imagine what the evening might bring in the way of danger.
Truth was only a few people really knew why Severus was so angry and distracted, why Remus was worried, where there was tenseness about Harry lately. Those who did know, didn't push them, knowing they needed to prepare themselves.
Remus had been preparing Harry with all types of curses, and spells, so that if and when the attack did come he would be able to defend himself. McGonagall had been helping him work on his transfiguration into his wolf form. Leanne had been teaching him everything she could about the past fifteen years, so that he would know something about the man and possibly defeat him.
Dumbledore had been getting all his people to help out, Harry knew little about the Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix, but over the past few days he had already met several of the people, including Mad Eye Moody who seemed to be better than ever. There was word as well that Sirius would be joining them if Dumbledore found a way to bust him out of Azkaban.
~~~~~~~
Early that morning Severus had hissed in pain as his Dark Mark began it's almost usual burn. His wife turned towards him, worry in her usually bright blue eyes.
"He wants us, I must go," Severus whispered to his wife. He knew he may never return, looking at his wife he touched her cheek and kissed her lips deeply. He then touched the four month bulge of his child.
"Be careful," she whispered. He nodded and quickly pulled on his clothes for the meetings. He stopped at the door, looking back at her, his face paler than ever, his eyes dark and glazed as though he were preparing himself for the worst.
"Just in case, tell Harry I do love him, Emily as well," understanding Leanne nodded, her hand absent mindedly drifting to the unborn child she was carrying, 'his child' her mind cried.
~~~~~~~
Severus stood ever so still, waiting, part of him knew that Voldemort knew he was indeed a spy and would probably kill him. However, Severus knew this was the meeting he became a spy for.
"For the past six months we have been receiving word from an inside source at Hogwarts. We have found ways to get into the school. We attack tonight! However, I recently learned from my source we have a traitor among us. Snape." the deep voice hissed.
Severus felt his blood run cold. What would happen now, his mind wandered as he suddenly felt the Craticus curse rip through his entire being..
~FLASHBACK~
"Harry Potter. our newest Celebrity," he spoke in a low airy as he watched Malfoy smile.
"Tell me Mr. Potter, what would I get if I added powered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Harry said nothing.
"Don't know, well let's try again shall we. Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Harry looked at him, unsure why he was doing this.
"I don't know," Harry spoke.
"What's the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" He asked.
"I don't know sir," Harry repeated. Snape smirked.
"Pity, clearly fame isn't everything.
~~~~~~~
"Or maybe," the cold voice said behind Harry and Ron, "he's waiting to hear why you two didn't arrive on the school train," Snape said as Harry and Ron turned around. He quickly took them to his office.
"So, the train isn't good enough for our famous Harry Potter, and his sidekick Weasley? Decided to arrive with a bang, boys?" He asked in an annoyed tone
"If you were in my house, I would have you expelled in an instant!" Severus ranted. Ron opened his mouth but was silenced in a second.
"Silence," Severus hissed.
"However, you are not in my house."
~~~~~~~~
Severus stood watching the pompous Lockhart as he said something about still having a Potions Master when they were finished. Snape glared at the dunderhead.
'Oh yes Lockhart, there shall be a Potions Master left, however if I have anything to say about it, there will no longer be a Defense against the Dark Arts professor!' his mind yelled
"As you can see, we are both holding our wands in a combative position, neither one of us shall be aiming to kill though," Lockhart said.
'I wouldn't bet on that,' both Harry and Snape thought. Snape heard Harry actually voice his opinion quietly and he had to hide a smile. Harry knew him well.
Both of them swung their wands above their heads and pointed it at their opponents; Snape cried first "EXPELLIARMUS!" There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was blasted of his feet: He flew backward off the stage and smashed into a wall, sliding down it into a sprawl on the floor.
Malfoy and some of the other Slytherins cheered. Hermione was dancing on her tiptoes.
"Do you think he's all right?" She asked.
"Who cares?" Ron and Harry said together, even though they hated their Potions Teacher they had to cheer along with the Slytherins. Moments later Snape had Malfoy and Harry dueling, Snape bent down and whispered in his ear to throw a snake at the boy.
As the snake appeared at Harry's feet Harry was unsure what to do.
"Don't move Potter," Snape said, realizing that it probably hadn't been a very good idea, suddenly the snake turned and Harry began to talk to it. Snape was taken back by this. His son was a parseltounge?
~~~~~~~~
"Come with me Potter," Snape said. Harry followed him downstairs, trying to wipe his hands clean on the insides of his robes without Snape noticing. They walked into Snape's office.
"Sit," said Snape.
"Mr. Malfoy has just been to see me with a strange story, Potter," Snape said. Harry remained silent.
"Mr. Malfoy states that he was talking to Weasley, when a large mount of mud hit him in the back of the head. How do you think that could have happened?"
"I don't know professor."
Snape's eyes were boring into Harry's. It was exactly like trying to stare down a hippogriff. Harry tried hard not to blink.
"Mr. Malfoy then saw an extraordinary apparition. Can you imagine what it might have been Potter?"
"No," said Harry, now trying to sound innocently curious.
"It was your head, Potter, Floating in midair."
"Maybe he should go to Madam Pomfrey," Said Harry. "If he's seeing things like."
"What would your head have been doing in Hogsmeade, Potter?" Said Snape softly. "Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade. No part of your body has permission to be there."
"I know that," said Harry striving to keep his face free of guilt and fear. "It sounds like Malfoy's have hallucin."
"Malfoy is not having hallucinations," snarled Snape, and he bent down, a hand on each arm of Harry's chair, so that their faces were a foot apart. "If your head was in Hogsmeade, so was the rest of you."
"I've been up in the Gryffindor Tower," said Harry. "Like you to."
"Can anyone confirm that?"
"How extraordinarily like your father you are Potter," Snape said suddenly his eyes glinting, "He too was exceedingly arrogant. A small amount of talent on the Quidditch field made him think he was cut above the rest of us too. Strutting around the place with his friends and admirers.The resemblance between you two in uncanny." Harry could no longer stop himself.
"My father didn't Strut!, and neither do I!"
"Your father didn't set much store by rules either," Snape went on pressing his advantage, his thin face full of malice. "Rules were for lesser mortals, not Quidditch Cup-Winners. His head was so swollen."
"SHUT UP!"
"What did you say to me Potter?"
"I told you to shut up about my dad!" Harry yelled. "I know the truth all right? He saved your life! Dumbledore told me! You wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for my dad!"
Snape's sallow skin had gone the color of sour milk.
"And did the headmaster tell you the circumstances in which your father saved my life? Or did he consider the details too unpleasant for precious Potter's delicate ears?"
"I would hate for you to run away with a false idea of your father, Potter. Have you been imagining some act of glorious heroism? Then let me correct you--your saintly father and his friends played a highly amusing joke on me that would have resulted in my death if your father hadn't got cold feet at the last moment. There was nothing brave about what he did. He was saving his own skin as much as mine. Had their joke succeeded, he would have been expelled form Hogwarts."
~~~~~~~
"YOU'RE PATHETIC!" Harry yelled. "JUST BECAUSE THEY MADE A FOOL OF YOU AT SCHOOL YOU WON'T EVEN LISTEN."
"SILENCE! I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO LIKE THAT!" Severus shrieked looking madder than ever. "Like father like son Potter. I have just saved your neck; you should be thanking me on bended knee. You would have been well served if he'd killed you! You'd have died like your father, too arrogant to believe you might be mistaken in Black-now get out of the way, or I will make you! GET OUT OF THE WAY POTTER!"
Harry made up his mind in a split second. Before Snape could take even one step towards him, he had raised his wand.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" He yelled,--except that his wasn't the only voice that shouted. There was a blast that made the door rattle on its hinges; Snape was lifted off his feet and slammed into the wall, then slid down it to the floor, a trickle of blood oozing from under his hair, he had been knocked out.
~~~~~~~~
Snape strode forward, past Dumbledore, pulling up his left sleeve of his robes as he went. He stuck out his forearm and showed it to Fudge, who recoiled.
"There," Snape said harshly. "There. The Dark Mark. It's not as clear as it was an hour or so ago, when it burned black, but you can still see it. Every Death Eater had the sign burned into him by the Dark Lord."
"Severus," Dumbledore said after Sirius had left. "You know what I must ask you to do. If you are ready. if you are prepared."
"I am," Snape said. He looked slightly paler than usual, and his cold black eyes glittered strangely.
~END OF FLASHBACKS~
Snape felt nothing, as these thoughts ran through his mind, he was lying on the cold hard floor of the great hall entrance, blood flowing from his nose and various other cuts on his body. He was in excruciating pain, his mind screaming for him to get up and tell someone. Suddenly he felt a cool hand placed on his warm forehead.
"Severus, can you hear me child?" Albus Dumbledore called to him softly. He groaned and shifted, barely holding back a scream of pain. He saw the figures above him, of whom he assumed was his son, Leanne, Minerva, and Albus.
"He knows. Merlin he knows.they attack tonight." he whispered, before dropping off into oblivion, far away from the pain.
Rickman's Girl-I agree completely, Alan is so awesome in that movie. I love watching him fall in love at first sight, and outside the door when she was sick. I though he was going to cry. He's so good!
Parselmouth-yes my faithful review and friend, a sequel. Actually this is probably part one of a trilogy, the third one taking place in the future. Many things to think about for that story.
Lei Dumbledore-Thank you again for you kind comments, it means a lot.
Lovestruck-Yes a sequel, no hints for what's going to happen, but I will tell you many good and bad things shall happen, and expect major Snape Angst. As well as Harry.hehe I'm evil!
Chapter Seventeen-The Third Meeting
February 21st was a day that would later go down in History of Wizardry and Hogwarts. It was a day of the Last Dark Meeting; it was the day when all students in Hogwarts would never really feel safe again. It was a day when people died and the future was told.
It was a beautiful morning; however it was not to remain that way for long. The morning was broken with another one of Harry's frequent screams when he saw the dream. For nearly the past month Harry's nightmares had been steadily growing worse, each detail becoming clearer and clearer. He had started sleeping in his father's chambers, so that he could be helped. However no matter what Severus seemed to give him, he would dream the same thing, he would see his death and the death of everyone around him.
~~~~~
As Harry headed for breakfast early that morning, his face was paler than usual. He had lost weight, not comfortable eating right now, to frightened. Severus had disappeared early this morning to the third and final meeting before the attack. Meanwhile everyone went on about their way. Leanne was trying to keep her two children under control while taking care of her self. It was difficult, worried about her husband as well as her son, she could only imagine what the evening might bring in the way of danger.
Truth was only a few people really knew why Severus was so angry and distracted, why Remus was worried, where there was tenseness about Harry lately. Those who did know, didn't push them, knowing they needed to prepare themselves.
Remus had been preparing Harry with all types of curses, and spells, so that if and when the attack did come he would be able to defend himself. McGonagall had been helping him work on his transfiguration into his wolf form. Leanne had been teaching him everything she could about the past fifteen years, so that he would know something about the man and possibly defeat him.
Dumbledore had been getting all his people to help out, Harry knew little about the Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix, but over the past few days he had already met several of the people, including Mad Eye Moody who seemed to be better than ever. There was word as well that Sirius would be joining them if Dumbledore found a way to bust him out of Azkaban.
~~~~~~~
Early that morning Severus had hissed in pain as his Dark Mark began it's almost usual burn. His wife turned towards him, worry in her usually bright blue eyes.
"He wants us, I must go," Severus whispered to his wife. He knew he may never return, looking at his wife he touched her cheek and kissed her lips deeply. He then touched the four month bulge of his child.
"Be careful," she whispered. He nodded and quickly pulled on his clothes for the meetings. He stopped at the door, looking back at her, his face paler than ever, his eyes dark and glazed as though he were preparing himself for the worst.
"Just in case, tell Harry I do love him, Emily as well," understanding Leanne nodded, her hand absent mindedly drifting to the unborn child she was carrying, 'his child' her mind cried.
~~~~~~~
Severus stood ever so still, waiting, part of him knew that Voldemort knew he was indeed a spy and would probably kill him. However, Severus knew this was the meeting he became a spy for.
"For the past six months we have been receiving word from an inside source at Hogwarts. We have found ways to get into the school. We attack tonight! However, I recently learned from my source we have a traitor among us. Snape." the deep voice hissed.
Severus felt his blood run cold. What would happen now, his mind wandered as he suddenly felt the Craticus curse rip through his entire being..
~FLASHBACK~
"Harry Potter. our newest Celebrity," he spoke in a low airy as he watched Malfoy smile.
"Tell me Mr. Potter, what would I get if I added powered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Harry said nothing.
"Don't know, well let's try again shall we. Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Harry looked at him, unsure why he was doing this.
"I don't know," Harry spoke.
"What's the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" He asked.
"I don't know sir," Harry repeated. Snape smirked.
"Pity, clearly fame isn't everything.
~~~~~~~
"Or maybe," the cold voice said behind Harry and Ron, "he's waiting to hear why you two didn't arrive on the school train," Snape said as Harry and Ron turned around. He quickly took them to his office.
"So, the train isn't good enough for our famous Harry Potter, and his sidekick Weasley? Decided to arrive with a bang, boys?" He asked in an annoyed tone
"If you were in my house, I would have you expelled in an instant!" Severus ranted. Ron opened his mouth but was silenced in a second.
"Silence," Severus hissed.
"However, you are not in my house."
~~~~~~~~
Severus stood watching the pompous Lockhart as he said something about still having a Potions Master when they were finished. Snape glared at the dunderhead.
'Oh yes Lockhart, there shall be a Potions Master left, however if I have anything to say about it, there will no longer be a Defense against the Dark Arts professor!' his mind yelled
"As you can see, we are both holding our wands in a combative position, neither one of us shall be aiming to kill though," Lockhart said.
'I wouldn't bet on that,' both Harry and Snape thought. Snape heard Harry actually voice his opinion quietly and he had to hide a smile. Harry knew him well.
Both of them swung their wands above their heads and pointed it at their opponents; Snape cried first "EXPELLIARMUS!" There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was blasted of his feet: He flew backward off the stage and smashed into a wall, sliding down it into a sprawl on the floor.
Malfoy and some of the other Slytherins cheered. Hermione was dancing on her tiptoes.
"Do you think he's all right?" She asked.
"Who cares?" Ron and Harry said together, even though they hated their Potions Teacher they had to cheer along with the Slytherins. Moments later Snape had Malfoy and Harry dueling, Snape bent down and whispered in his ear to throw a snake at the boy.
As the snake appeared at Harry's feet Harry was unsure what to do.
"Don't move Potter," Snape said, realizing that it probably hadn't been a very good idea, suddenly the snake turned and Harry began to talk to it. Snape was taken back by this. His son was a parseltounge?
~~~~~~~~
"Come with me Potter," Snape said. Harry followed him downstairs, trying to wipe his hands clean on the insides of his robes without Snape noticing. They walked into Snape's office.
"Sit," said Snape.
"Mr. Malfoy has just been to see me with a strange story, Potter," Snape said. Harry remained silent.
"Mr. Malfoy states that he was talking to Weasley, when a large mount of mud hit him in the back of the head. How do you think that could have happened?"
"I don't know professor."
Snape's eyes were boring into Harry's. It was exactly like trying to stare down a hippogriff. Harry tried hard not to blink.
"Mr. Malfoy then saw an extraordinary apparition. Can you imagine what it might have been Potter?"
"No," said Harry, now trying to sound innocently curious.
"It was your head, Potter, Floating in midair."
"Maybe he should go to Madam Pomfrey," Said Harry. "If he's seeing things like."
"What would your head have been doing in Hogsmeade, Potter?" Said Snape softly. "Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade. No part of your body has permission to be there."
"I know that," said Harry striving to keep his face free of guilt and fear. "It sounds like Malfoy's have hallucin."
"Malfoy is not having hallucinations," snarled Snape, and he bent down, a hand on each arm of Harry's chair, so that their faces were a foot apart. "If your head was in Hogsmeade, so was the rest of you."
"I've been up in the Gryffindor Tower," said Harry. "Like you to."
"Can anyone confirm that?"
"How extraordinarily like your father you are Potter," Snape said suddenly his eyes glinting, "He too was exceedingly arrogant. A small amount of talent on the Quidditch field made him think he was cut above the rest of us too. Strutting around the place with his friends and admirers.The resemblance between you two in uncanny." Harry could no longer stop himself.
"My father didn't Strut!, and neither do I!"
"Your father didn't set much store by rules either," Snape went on pressing his advantage, his thin face full of malice. "Rules were for lesser mortals, not Quidditch Cup-Winners. His head was so swollen."
"SHUT UP!"
"What did you say to me Potter?"
"I told you to shut up about my dad!" Harry yelled. "I know the truth all right? He saved your life! Dumbledore told me! You wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for my dad!"
Snape's sallow skin had gone the color of sour milk.
"And did the headmaster tell you the circumstances in which your father saved my life? Or did he consider the details too unpleasant for precious Potter's delicate ears?"
"I would hate for you to run away with a false idea of your father, Potter. Have you been imagining some act of glorious heroism? Then let me correct you--your saintly father and his friends played a highly amusing joke on me that would have resulted in my death if your father hadn't got cold feet at the last moment. There was nothing brave about what he did. He was saving his own skin as much as mine. Had their joke succeeded, he would have been expelled form Hogwarts."
~~~~~~~
"YOU'RE PATHETIC!" Harry yelled. "JUST BECAUSE THEY MADE A FOOL OF YOU AT SCHOOL YOU WON'T EVEN LISTEN."
"SILENCE! I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO LIKE THAT!" Severus shrieked looking madder than ever. "Like father like son Potter. I have just saved your neck; you should be thanking me on bended knee. You would have been well served if he'd killed you! You'd have died like your father, too arrogant to believe you might be mistaken in Black-now get out of the way, or I will make you! GET OUT OF THE WAY POTTER!"
Harry made up his mind in a split second. Before Snape could take even one step towards him, he had raised his wand.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" He yelled,--except that his wasn't the only voice that shouted. There was a blast that made the door rattle on its hinges; Snape was lifted off his feet and slammed into the wall, then slid down it to the floor, a trickle of blood oozing from under his hair, he had been knocked out.
~~~~~~~~
Snape strode forward, past Dumbledore, pulling up his left sleeve of his robes as he went. He stuck out his forearm and showed it to Fudge, who recoiled.
"There," Snape said harshly. "There. The Dark Mark. It's not as clear as it was an hour or so ago, when it burned black, but you can still see it. Every Death Eater had the sign burned into him by the Dark Lord."
"Severus," Dumbledore said after Sirius had left. "You know what I must ask you to do. If you are ready. if you are prepared."
"I am," Snape said. He looked slightly paler than usual, and his cold black eyes glittered strangely.
~END OF FLASHBACKS~
Snape felt nothing, as these thoughts ran through his mind, he was lying on the cold hard floor of the great hall entrance, blood flowing from his nose and various other cuts on his body. He was in excruciating pain, his mind screaming for him to get up and tell someone. Suddenly he felt a cool hand placed on his warm forehead.
"Severus, can you hear me child?" Albus Dumbledore called to him softly. He groaned and shifted, barely holding back a scream of pain. He saw the figures above him, of whom he assumed was his son, Leanne, Minerva, and Albus.
"He knows. Merlin he knows.they attack tonight." he whispered, before dropping off into oblivion, far away from the pain.