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Title: Untold Past, Unknown Future
Author: Dagmar De Meyer
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, that is the property of J.K. Rowling. I only borrowed what she started and had them play in my mind twists. One character however will be of my own creation, you'll soon find out.
Rated: Better make it PG although I still think it is G. Don't want to offend anyone with certain expressions.
Reviews: Oh, yes please… For better or worse I suppose.
Summary: My take on 'Severitus's challenge'. What if Severus Snape is Harry's father?! Voldemort is still on the loose and who is the lady with the violet eyes!
Untold Past, Unknown Future Chapter 10By Dagmar De Meyer
Silently they watched.
"Albus," Lupin spoke softly. "They're not breathing."
Outwardly Lupin had regained his calm, but Dumbledore could sense the worry from the young wizard.
"They are in a trance Remus." Albus whispered back. "The best we can do is make sure they are not disturbed and wait." The words had not left his mouth when outside a scream pierced the silent Hospital Wing. Immediately both wizards jumped up. Lupin drawing the curtains around the bed and casting a silencing spell. Dumbledore walking to the doors, blasting them open with his wand, sending the loud bang it produced out into the hallway. Startling the four persons standing right outside into a numbed silence. An angry Dumbledore was a rare occurrence, but not a welcomed one, especially not when you're at the receiving end.
"What is the reason for this racket?" Dumbledore said, his voice surprisingly calm.
Down by his feet, sprawled in a heap were one Hermione Granger and one Ronald Weasley staring dumb folded up into Dumbledore's face. A few feet away Professor McGonagall and Madame Pomfrey were standing equally shocked. Both soon overcame their emotions and McGonagall stepped forward addressing Dumbledore.
"Headmaster…" She started but was interrupted by Dumbledore.
"Minerva, in their own words, if you please."
Picking themselves up of the floor, Hermione and Ron stood in front of the Headmaster.
"We came to see Harry." Hermione said softly, staring uncertainly up at Dumbledore.
"And bring back his Firebolt." Ron added, holding up the sleek broom.
"I see, and here I thought I made myself perfectly clear that Harry was not to be disturbed."
"Well, we…" Ron stuttered, his face as red as his hair.
"Madame Pomfrey, please escort Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger back to the Quidditch Field. I do believe Mr Weasley has a game to finish."
"But…what about Harry?" Ron protested.
"As soon as he … wakes up and Madame Pomfrey has given the okay, I'll send for you. Now, go…" Reluctantly Ron turned around and every so slowly, shoulders slumped, he started walking down the corridor. Hermione didn't immediately follow, swallowing hard she stood up straighter and looked Dumbledore in the eye, still her voice trembled slightly as she spoke. "
"He's not doing well, is he, Headmaster."
Looking down at the brave girl in front of him, Dumbledore smiled sadly. "No, Hermione, he is not. He is a fighter however, as you well know."
"Yes…that he is!" A sad smile graced her lips. "Headmaster, please…"
"I will send for you, I promise. Poppy if you please. Oh, and Ron…Bonne chance!"
"Hum?"
Mumbling under her breath, "I'm a nurse not a babysitter." Madame Pomfrey escorted the two reluctant students back the way they had come.
Watching them leave Dumbledore turned to McGonagall, who had stayed behind.
"Albus…" She said quietly. "What is going on?"
"Something that should never have happened. Something that cannot be undone unfortunately." Dumbledore replied cryptically earning a puzzled look from McGonagall.
"It is not for me to tell Minerva, when the time is right and if they are willing to tell we will know. I believe you said it yourself that Miss. Violet was holding things back. Be patient is all I can ask."
"Mr. Potter is alright, is he not?"
"We will know in a short while. Now, how are things going outside?"
"Confusing…and in a big mess." McGonagall responded with a sigh one that earned a slight chuckle from the Headmaster. He knew how she liked order and at all costs tried to avoid a mess.
"That and the fact of course being that I'm without a Seeker."
"I am sure you will think of something and if not that Mr. and Mr. Weasley will do so."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
One last look at the closed curtains in the hospital wing, Professor McGonagall started walking back. Suddenly she turned around and called to Dumbledore as he reached out to close the doors.
"Albus! Where is Severus? He really should get down to see his team and the rest of his house. His daring rescue of Mr. Potter and disappearance has started quite an unwelcome buzz in the Slytherin house." That said she resumed her walk and disappeared down the corridor.
Dumbledore sighed, Minerva was right. Severus' public display of rescuing Harry had not been smart. No, he didn't blame him for anything, but he was sure that a good performance was in order to keep the Slytherins in line. He drew back the curtains and joined Remus as both watched the still figures on the bed.
* * * * * *
The walls green with a silver serpent, the changing rooms of Slytherin house were once again filled with the team. Draco Malfoy was pacing up and down in the middle of the group. Ever since that idiot Potter fell of his broom they had been banned down here, ordered to wait. Wait for what…why couldn't they just continue the game? Was oh so perfect Potty too important? It had been quite hilarious actually seeing perfect Potter tumble of his broom. The thing that puzzled Draco most of all was the behaviour of Professor Snape. Why did he risk his own live rescuing his sworn enemy? Draco was at a loss. If only he could get out of here and write an owl to his father. He would be extremely interested in this turn of events. Although Draco always liked Snape, he knew his father didn't. Not anymore anyway. He had heard from his mother that in their youth they had be practically inseparable but now his father could only speak of Snape with controlled hatred. Draco had reluctantly agreed, in his mind alone, when his father had asked to keep an eye on Professor Snape. He felt his time was better spend spying on Potter. That was whom the Dark Lord wanted; surely a fellow Death Eater like Snape would have no need of being under surveillance. His mind had changed almost immediately, especially with the appearance of the Mudblood teacher. And Draco found himself enjoying his spying roll more and more each day. What happened today was simply wonderful.
Montague brought him out of his musings when the 7th year stepped in his path. Growling he pushed him aside.
"Draco…the game is about to begin."
"Hum…"
"The game, any last instructions?"
"Of course not, how difficult can it be? With Gryffindor down their precious celebrity no one can stop us." Draco sneered. "The snitch is mine!"
* * * * * *
The calm found in the Slytherin camp was missing in the Gryffindor camp. Fred and George kept running around in circles with the rest of the team looking around exchanging worried glances. Not really for the game but for what had happened to Harry. The team was in shock, all had seen Harry tumble of his broom and Snape jumping after them. What was the greasy git doing? He probably jinxed the broom and then had to make a show of it rescuing Harry. Now they waited for news from Ron and Hermione who had gone to check up on Harry.
Don't ask how they managed it, by the time Ron joined the team, the twins had paced out a ditch. In a place like Hogwarts anything was possible. Climbing out, they walked up to Ron who had put down the Firebolt and was in the process of donning his Quidditch robes again.
"Well?" George asked for the entire team.
"Well, what?" Ron answered a bit annoyed although he knew beforehand the questions would come as soon as he had entered the changing room.
"How's Harry? Is he alright? What happened? When will he be back?" Both twins shot their questions to Ron in such speed he could only blink, not understanding a word of the mumbo jumbo his brothers where saying. Finally the twins had no choice but the shut up for they were out of breath.
"Harry's not coming back. Not now anyway. Dumbledore refused to let us see him. He told Hermione that he's in bad shape and we won't know how well or bad until later. Hopefully he'll let us see him tonight." Ron said.
"What do you mean, he's not coming back?" Fred almost yelled. "What about the game? Who's going to be seeker? We can't play without a seeker!"
"Then you better be inventive Mr. Weasley, because I'm afraid that is exactly what you're going to have to do." A voice said, interrupting his tirade.
In the doorway Professor McGonagall stood watching her team.
"Come along, the game is about to start." She said ushering them out. Ron reluctantly stood and reached out to grab his broom when a hand on his shoulder prevented him from doing so. McGonagall gently pulled him back and handed him Harry's Firebolt.
"But…" Ron began.
A sad smile on her lips McGonagall looked down on Ron. "Go on…I'm sure he wouldn't mind."
And of they went…
Doing what Hermione had told him Ron tried to push Harry out of his mind and focus on the game. Not an easy thing to do, although soon he had no choice as Warrington made his move towards one of the goal posts with the Quaffle in hand.
* * * * * *
The sun had set hours before when the Hospital wing began filling with exhausted Quidditch players. Unlike with professional games, which continue until the Snitch has been caught, Dumbledore soon decided that during the night starting at 22h the balls would freeze up and the game was suspended. Few seemed to complain, tired as they were, to have a late night dinner and excited at the same time to watch the game continue tomorrow.
All the Quidditch players were treated for cuts and bruises and send of by Madame Pomfrey to have a hearty dinner and a good night sleep.
Greeting both teams, as they sat on the beds Dumbledore had appeared from behind the curtains were Ron was sure Harry was lying. Much to his dismay, he still failed to get closer as Madame Pomfrey pushed him down and waved her wand over one of his many bruises. Quidditch was indeed a brutal sport.
Dumbledore looked tired, still his eyes twinkled as he took a seat in the middle of the hospital wing and looked around at each player.
"I hear you are having quite a game out there." He said smiling slightly. Not receiving an answer from the dead tired students he continued. "I must say it has been over 20 years that a game has lasted this long. And if I remember correctly it was also a Gryffindor/Slytherin game."
Receiving tired but interested looks from the Gryffindors and glares from the Slytherins he stood and turned back towards the drawn curtains. "Good luck to you all…and sleep well." With that he had disappeared leaving a scowling Ron behind.
As soon as everyone had had a once over, Madame Pomfrey ushered them all out and silently made her way towards the only remaining occupants in the room.
* * * * * *
He bolted up right, his lungs screaming for air and his arm burning with a searing pain. Where was he? His eyes darting from left to right, seeing white curtains, white walls. The smell of potions and light and the soft bed finally reached his clouded mind. The Hospital Wing, he was in the Hospital Wing. Why? Immediately his head filled with more questions soon answered by the two figures lying next to him in their beds. Slowly it all became clear, still worry etched in his pale face as he had yet to receive an answer to the most important question. Did it work?
The pain in his left arm flared up, biting down the only sound that left him was a painful hiss. No, no not now, he thought to himself.
He jumped again as two strong but gently hands pushed him back down. He struggled, his mind still too clouded to realise who it was that wanted him to lay down. It wasn't until the gently, soothing well-known voice reached him that he looked up into the face belonging to his friend.
"Albus…" He managed to say, he voice raw and raspy from a dry throat. "How…are…they? Harry? Vi?"
"Shhhht, you have to lay back down Severus, you are still very weak. Violet is fine, as far as I can tell. She'll be waking up soon. As for Harry, I don't know. Poppy gave him a once over and for her it seems alright, still we both know it could go either way."
Struggling against Albus' firm grip, Snape tried to sit up once more.
"Severus, you must rest. You are exhausted, your body needs the rest and so does your mind."
"I can't…" Snape hissed, as he flung his legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand up, swaying drunkenly, "He's calling."
Dumbledore regarded the pale man before him. Regretting the deal he had made with the young wizard all those years ago. It was killing him and maybe one of these days it just might do so for real. Holding the man tightly in his arms he supported him as best he could. Even if he would break the arrangement, Severus would never agree, in his mind it was justice and a debt to be paid. No matter how many times he had done so in the past for Severus it was never enough.
"I must go…" Snape said as he pushed himself away from Dumbledore. His face returning back to a mask of indifference and anger, all to hide what was really going on in his heart. Walking up to the bed where Harry lay he stared down at the boy. He looked so frail, small, innocent and helpless and in so much pain. Severus surprised himself when he took a small hand in his own and stared at the pale face. It was not fair, simply not fair. Reluctantly he let go of his son and took one step to the next bed. Bending down he did something he hadn't done in years, something he never even dared to wish for ever doing again. Slowly their lips touched and he kissed her, ever so gently. To his surprise the kiss was returned and a pair of arms encircled his neck.
"Be careful…" Was all she said before her eyelids closed once more and sleep claimed her.
Straightening up, he turned towards Albus and nodded before sweeping out the door.
"Will he be alright?" Lupin asked, watching Snape disappear down the corridor.
"We can only hope." Dumbledore answered. "I believe however that what he found today has given him back his will to live. Something I had come to believe had left him."
* * * * * *
He felt tired and weak. Dumbledore was right, he should be resting, regain his strength, the Snake however had other ideas. As he walked the halls of Hogwarts he felt the beginnings of fear nestle inside him. Strange, he hadn't felt that in years. Apprehension, yes, loathing, anger, hate, but never fear. In his youth he did it with conviction. Later he did it to help Albus, he had turned spy for Albus. He hadn't cared whether he lived or died. Was that it? Did the wish for living make him fear what was ahead? Was the knowledge only just revealed to him a weakness?
He opened the entrance to his chambers and walked to the closet in the back. Not looking at it he grabbed the black cloak, a cloak radiating death and destruction, suffering and pain, and his mask. He never looked at the mask, not anymore.
He walked out of Hogwarts, passed the stone gargoyles lining the way. Once outside he had to stop himself from turning back and then he apparated.
* * * * * *
She slept until the sun was passed her midday point. The cut on her hand had been bandaged but not healed. It would have to do so on its own. Madame Pomfrey, she nodded, had tried to no avail. Long ago she had send them all away. Albus and Lupin dead on their feet she had send to bed and to her surprise they had done just that. Poppy back to the Quidditch Field, where the game was yet again in full swing, she could her the laughter and excitement, filtering through the closed windows.
Staring out the window lost in thought, or gently caressing her son's forehead, Vi waited. She sighed, was it right to call Harry her son? She wondered…
Later, much later voices started filling the Hospital Wing as Madame Pomfrey returned with both teams. As the night before, bruises and cuts were healed and students sent to bed. When all was quiet the curtains were moved and Poppy stepped up next the Violet. Pointing her wand back and forth over Harry's sleeping form, she chatted amiably.
"Can you believe this…I have 13 students on the brink of collapsing and no end in sight."
Reluctantly Violet turned her attention towards Poppy.
"They still haven't caught the snitch?" She tried to sound as if she was interested.
"Not at all… the scores of both teams are unbelievable, yet as you say, no snitch. The fact that Professor Snape is not here to support his precious Slytherins is of course not helping. I tell you, if he doesn't make an appearance soon, Draco Malfoy is going to explode." On and on she went, oblivious to the fact that Violet had tuned out and was now staring at her son.
"There you go." Madame Pomfrey finally said, returning her wand back to the pocket of her cloak.
"Any news Poppy?"
The voice made both of them jump and turn around to find the headmaster standing near the foot of the bed.
"Euh…as before Headmaster. Since you fail to inform me whether or not this is a good thing I have not much to report to you. He's sleeping now."
"Thank you, Poppy."
With a small 'humph' Madame Pomfrey turned and walked away. Dumbledore being very aware that she was not at all happy with not being told what was going on.
Taking the seat next to Violet, Albus busied himself with studying them both. Harry sleeping was a good thing. It meant that Violet and Severus had managed to pull him back to the surface. What worried him now was how Harry would react once he woke up. If Violet was right, Harry already knew a great deal. Knowledge he gained not in the best of ways and knowledge that dealt another blow to the young boy, who had dealt with far too much already.
"He still hasn't return." Violet stated.
"No, he has not." Dumbledore answered, knowing full well whom she was talking about.
"Can you sense him?" He asked after a while.
"No, he went too far."
"He will be alright."
"I'm not too sure about that."
"Don't give up on him yet. He has dealt with this before."
"For far too long."
"Vi, go to bed. I'll stay with Harry."
"No, I'll stay with him."
"You must rest, when Severus returns he'll need you. And so will Harry when he wakes up."
"If he returns and if he wakes up."
"If is a big word. Hope…"
"I always hope…"
One last looked at her son, she turned and prepared to leave when a scream filled the room and Harry bolted upright.
His bandaged hands pressed to his scar he kept hissing in pain, trying his best not to scream.
* * * * * *
The house looked as menacing as ever, the green mist moving around the house and its grounds in a mysterious dance. It seemed to him as if the mist had grown thicker since the last time he was here. Three months had passed since that day, the day of his last punishment, torture. He smiled a little; the day Harry Potter had escaped him yet again. Harry, the name whirled around in his head. No, he wouldn't think of Harry now, he'd need every part of his brain to survive the ordeal that lay ahead of him. Three months had been too long. He was sure Voldemort knew he was a spy, well he knew Lucius suspected and that he most likely tried everything to convince his Master to believe the same thing. There was one thing however that Snape still had that Lucius would never have. For some reason Voldemort tolerated Snape more then the others. Oh, he punished him more then the others but he was still alive. Why? Snape had yet to find out. Would he still be as lucky today? He doubted that, it really had been too long since his last summoning and he was sure that Voldemort had already heard of Violet's return. His heart leaped at the thought of his wife, yet at the same time it hurt like hell. Suddenly it all made sense…He had yet to learn a lot of his wife's disappearance, one thing he knew for sure that Voldemort was right in the middle of it. Voldemort had always despised Snape's choice, but could do nothing about it since the bond was unbreakable and forged before Snape received his Dark Mark. It wasn't until Severus proudly told of his wife's pregnancy and the anticipation for his son's birth that Voldemort started showing his interest. It should have been a sign, why hadn't he seen it then?
The time for mussing had ended; he stopped before a black door and reached for the handle. Opening the door he stepped through. His head exploded in pain and he fell to his knees. He fought the darkness that threatened to engulf him, to no avail but before he lost consciousness a voice whispered in his ears, "Welcome back, Severus."
* * * * * *
"Albus…" Violet said, panic slowly building up inside her as she watched Harry fight the pain he was in.
"Voldemort! Harry's connection to Voldemort has been triggered. Usually it happens when he's close by." Dumbledore responded.
"True, but then I would sense him too and I don't."
"Harry also dreams of him. Mostly when Voldemort's angry, their connection is at its peek."
Before Dumbledore could continue Harry screamed yet again.
"NOOOOOOOOO…LEAVE HIM ALONE…DAD!"
Violet and Albus stared at Harry in shock. Behind them Madame Pomfrey came rushing from her office, wand at the ready. Tears running down his cheeks Harry rocked back and forth, oblivious to the world around him, locked in his nightmare.
* * * * * *
He wouldn't scream, no, he would NOT scream.
After Lucius, he was sure it had been Lucius, had knocked him out, he had woken up in a dark, damp, smelly basement room. The only sound he heard was his own breathing, he waited and waited. He didn't know how long he had been down there, getting weaker by the minute. The spell had taken too much out of him.
Finally a door was flung open, the light hurting his eyes, and he was dragged to his feet and pulled along. Now he would find out what was going on.
The hooded figures brought him to a room he knew all too well and he surveyed it with a coolness he didn't know he still possessed after the hours passed. Sometimes he surprised himself.
Near the fireplace a figure stood with his back to the door. As soon as the door closed behind Snape he turned and Snape looked into the face of Lucius Malfoy, whose lips were curled upward in an evil grin. In his hands Snape noticed his own wand.
"Had fun Lucius." Snape casually said.
Lucius didn't answer, just stared at Snape, the grin slowly leaving his lips, eyes narrowing.
"I would have thought you had more guts then attacking someone in the back." Snape continued, moving towards the window trying very hard not to show how weak and tired he really was.
"I never took you for a coward, oh well, that is easily changed."
"Why you…" Malfoy growled, pointing Snape's own wand at him. Snape tensed as he heard the beginning of Malfoy's curse.
"Cru…
"CRUCIO." Another voice thundered through the room, followed by a scream.
Surprised Snape whirled around and found Malfoy lying a few feet away on the floor twitching against the curse. In the doorway Voldemort himself stood. Slowly he lowered his wand and walked up to Malfoy.
"Get out…" Voldemort hissed.
Lucius Malfoy scrambled to his feet and dragged himself out of the room.
Coming out of his initial shock after watching the happenings before him Snape fell to his knees in front of 'his' Master and waited for what he was sure would come.
"Severussss…"
"Yes, My Lord."
"I received some disturbing newssss Severussss."
"Yes, My Lord."
"Newssss I expected to hear from you. I waited, did I not wait for you to come to me?"
"Yes, My Lord."
"Yet, you failed to come and sssshare with me your wife'ssss return."
Voldemort paused.
"Why did I have to hear thissss from a teenage boy?"
"ANSWER ME!"
Think Severus, think!
"I do not know My Lord. I was unaware you had already heard of my wife's return."
"You think I am stupid?" Voldemort hissed.
"No, My Lord, surely not…It was that I did not believe her to be my wife." Snape lied. His heart raced inside his chest. He had been right; this was about Violet. Why, oh why had he listened to Albus and not informed the Dark Lord of her return? Albus never forced you; you had made up your mind long ago. You and you alone will bare his wrath.
"Do you believe it now?"
"I am still unsure My Lord, she has yet to prove herself to me. For me she died many years ago."
"DO NOT LY TO ME SEVERUS."
And then it came, he didn't even hear the curses being cast, he felt them coming, the air thick with magic.
He wouldn't scream, he would NOT scream. But he did, he screamed in pain his voice echoing in his mind. That Snake would not get him to scream easily, he only screamed for himself. The pain forcing its way up and down his body, his nerves on fire, the feel of a thousand knives stabbing his body.
NOOOO…LEAVE HIM ALONE…DAD! Another voice entered his mind but before he could make it out it was gone and so was the pain. Voldemort had tired of torturing him and he was still alive. He couldn't move, his mind dancing a tight rope between consciousness and unconsciousness. Roughly he was pulled to his feet.
"Take him away." He heard a voice say.
Then, closer to his ear, only for him to hear the same voice hissed. "You survive to live another day Severussss, prove to me you are still worthy, bring me your wife."
* * * * * *
"Harry, Harry." Albus urged.
Hugging his knees tightly, Harry sat up in the middle of his bed. Hands now pressed against his eyes as if trying to push away the images he was forced to witness.
Harry…From far away a known voice spoke his name. Slowly very slowly Harry came back into the world of the living. Still he clung to his knees never to let go. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, images, questions and answers. One thing he knew he had to tell. Pushing away everything else Harry focused on that one voice that penetrated his clouded mind and opened his eyes. It was not the person he expected to see in front of him. The voice did not match the image.
Harry... There it was again. Looking around he found what he was looking for… Dumbledore.
"Voldemort…curse…pain…Snape…pain…help." It took everything out of him but he had managed to say it. Fatigue claimed him and his eyes closed once more. He never say Dumbledore leap to his feet and practically run out of the Hospital Wing, leaving a startled Violet behind with Harry.
"I don't know anymore…" He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes closed. "I don't know how to feel… It hurts…"
"I know it does." A soft voice whispered back. He felt his hand being picked up and delicate fingers brushed away stray looks of hair. He flinched and instantly the hand pulled away.
"Does it hurt for you to?" He asked, slowly opening his eyes and meeting a pair of purple ones.
"Yes, Harry it does. Different, but it hurts." Violet answered staring into her son's green eyes that shone with suppressed pain. Not physical pain, emotional pain. How she wished to just reach out and hold him tight, protect him, shield him from all the pain and confusion that engulfed his young life.
"He hates me." Harry said, his eyes never leaving hers, searching for…yeah, searching for what?
Before Violet could answer, Harry's hands flew up to his scar yet again and he yelped in pain.
"Harry," Violet urged, gently gripping her son's shoulders and turning him towards her.
"They're…hurting…him. He's…too…weak. He…can't…come…back. He…needs…help." Harry managed to say, all the while gasping for air. He lifted his head and once again looked at Professor Evans, no his mother, for help, eyes pleading with her.
Uncertainty edged in her face, Violet felt the panic of not knowing what to do rise up inside herself. The scared, pleading eyes of the boy before her made her heart ache. Would she loose what she had just found? No I'm not!
Ripping the bandage of her left hand she uncovered a still slightly bleeding cut. Grabbing Harry's right she did the same.
Harry stared at his hand. Where had that come from? He briefly wondered, but was brought out of his wonderings when she spoke again.
"Harry, I need you to concentrate. Concentrate on Severus…whatever emotions you associate with him, you must concentrate on it really hard. You understand, really hard?"
Harry nodded; at the same time panic surfaced as the first emotion entering his mind was anger. The panic must have shown, for Violet smiled a bit.
"Anger is an emotion to Harry, and I'm very aware Severus can drive people up the walls."
Feeling himself relax ever so slightly Harry nodded again.
"What do I have to do?" He said.
"Concentrate, leave the rest up to me."
"OK."
"Now, give me your right hand."
Slowly he lifted his hand, his eyes looking at the now bleeding scar. In one swift movement Violet had grabbed it and their hands clasped together. A flash of green and violet light filled the room when they did so.
Harry concentrate like she had told him to. He concentrated on Snape, on his Potions Master, on his…father. He never knew how many feelings he possessed for the greasy git and surprised himself when the one that kept returning was curiosity. Around him he felt the magic built, all directed at one person and one person alone. Would it work?
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To be continued
Author's note 2: Cliffhanger again! Agrh, I have this dreading feeling that one of these days you're going to push me of one of my own cliffs!
Another chapter done…pfff Thank You very much! Although I must say, my muse has been very cooperative the last few days. Let's hope it continues to do so. No, I can't tell you when chapter 11 will be here. I never know myself.
Now, one thing I spend writing and deleting over and over again. Eventually I let it stand…for some it will be a relieve, for others a disappointment. Harry will not start calling Violet and Severus, Mom and Dad right away. It would be too soon. I just thought if fit in his panic. So maybe a little hint for coming chapters… Harry will be quite confused by his outburst!
Oh, now look what I've done, I'm giving hints!
I hope you enjoyed the chapter and let me know! (More hints!!! vbg)
Groetjes Dagmar