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Dementors' Sacrifice: Chapter 3

The boy Harry Potter awoke with a start. The girl's whispers had turned into the shrill screams of Aunt Petunia.

"Wake Up you blasted boy!" with that she stomped away.

"Ok.ok.I'm up.." Harry rolled over. The boy was drenched in a cold sweat. That was the third vision he had experienced this summer, not to mention countless nightmares. He had yet to enjoy a good nights sleep. The emotions radiating off of Voldemort were sickening. He shuddered. Not murderous, but full of lust. 'God I need a shower,' had it not been for Uncle Vernon this time.

"Get down here and start the bloody breakfast!" Grudgingly Harry started down. His thoughts, though, lingered on the girl, and he had escaped breakfast without completely turning the bacon to ash. It was more troubling though to wonder whether or not Professor Dumbledore knew anything of her "situation". With that in mind, he headed towards the desk in his meager room. Quill and parchment in hand.

The wise old wizard could be seen musing in his grand office. Dumbledore was worried. It was now morning and the man he trusted most, had still not appeared. The only thing that could worry him more was the fact that he had lost contact with the girl. It had been a year since he had seen her, and had been unsuccessful locating her with every magical means available.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted. The fluttering of wings had caused him to look upon a snowy owl entering the room. Yet the wise man knew, the news was not welcoming. Even more so, when he had read the letter.

Severus Snape then appeared on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. Dragged himself up to the castle, and made his way to the headmaster's office. Shaking violently and collapsing every now and then on the way.

* * *Several hours earlier

The Dark Lord had finished his "business", unchained the girl from the post. She posed no threat to him at the moment. She lied there exhausted, but the second He turned his back on her she had mustered up enough strength to attack. To try and tackle the monster. Something let her hear what he was thinking. The girl was revolted, and had to try repeatedly not to vomit. He had angered her that he would think those things of her. That anger had taken over. Unfortunately, He was too quick for her.

"Pattelus." he pointed his wand, and her knee shattered. The girl collapsed. She gave into pain and exhaustion. Yet she managed to recap the Dark Lord's final words before He departed.

"I hope you don't mind if I leave you with some company.and by the way.." He added as the door slammed shut, "happy birthday.." His malicious laughter could be overheard echoing in the corridors.

The girl awoke to find what that monster, 'no, now even that is too weak,' she thought. What that bastard, she corrected herself, had meant. The initial feeling was being sucked under a condemned ocean of ice and chills. Pure sadness. Raw emotion. Overwhelming guilt. All that remained of her fragile hope and happiness was gone. The girl's eyes drifted to where they seemed to fleet off to. Peering at her through the cell bar, she received an answer.

It was something hungry; she didn't mean to, but her powers were uncontrollable as of yet and felt its mind. One driving force animated the dark creatures. The desire for a soul. Even more so, the desire for her soul. To possess such power. power the girl knew nothing of.

The girl was stranded there still everything lost, rocking back and forth. Back and forth muttering.

"They'll do anything.. anything He asks.."

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The man known as Severus knelled in front of the Dark Lord. He himself was under the Crutacious; yet showed no signs of discomfort shown other than the droplets of sweat that began to form.

"I will ask u again Severus, did you brew the potion properly?" the curse was stopped and the man stood up. His hands were roughly shaking though he hid it well.

"My Lord, I did as you wished," the silky tired voice stated. "I brewed the potion to my best of ability, I believe it preformed its duty well."

"And what about the hair?"

"Only a minor side affect, the potion is not meant to be ingested repeatedly, she could have been subjected to something worse." Severus stopped he had gone too far in his comments. He was rather a tad too hash than he expected, and the Dark Lord responded quickly.

"Severus have you forgotten so quickly that your position here still lies on thin ice. It will be wise to think next you speak in front of me. CRUCIO!" The curse this time was far worse. Full of wrath. He fell to all fours, began to breath heavily; yet dared not let a sound escape his lips.

He would not give Voldemort that satisfaction.

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He apparated on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, and made his way up to the castle, staggering along the way. The statue of the bronzed gargoyle swung open unexpectedly, as Severus drew nearer. Out stepped Albus Dumbledore, Harry's note enclosed in his hand.

"Severus, I was beginning to worry." The headmaster looked upon Severus with compassion, "You do not appear to be well," he handed Snape a handkerchief. It was then that he realized he had a rather bad nosebleed.

"Hmph, no shit." he sneered, and wiped away the blood. Then looked up regretfully at Dumbledore for the harsh manner. Albus waved his hand dismissively though.

"Would you rather we continue this in the infirmary?" Dumbledore continued on. Severus grimaced at the thought of spending the rest of the night under the infuriating care of Madam Pomfrey. Albus chuckled lightly to himself. "No, I didn't think so. Lets go up to my office then, you should sit."

Severus seated himself in an armchair by fire, the pain began subsiding from the curse, the headache fading, and nursing the nosebleed. Right now he would rather be in his chambers guzzling some of his adjusted potions for just these symptoms. 'Curses Albus, will you just get on with it'

There was a look of urgency in the wizard's eyes the normal sparkle had faded, and he stared down at the letter. Severus sighed. 'I suppose he expects me to start'

"Voldemort has taken a new prisoner-"

"Yes, I've already been informed" Albus handed the puzzled potions master the letter clenched in his hand. Severus read it, the usual scowl plastered on his face. 'Potter, of course, the bloody prat must always meddle in things that do not concern him'

"Please explain Albus," the potions master tried to state remaining civil, yet a growl still escaped.

"His scar is somehow linked with Voldemort himself. Harry has experienced visions through his eyes when he is feeling immense emotions. Judging by what Harry has described to me, they are not pleasant things to wake up to. He witnessed the girl tonight, when Voldemort seemed to have some lusty desires, also." Dumbledore turned away. Severus was left slightly shocked. No, they were not pleasant sights, but that also made him wonder. What else had the boy seen?

"The boy needs to know nothing-"

"Do you know who she is Severus?" he shook his head.

"No, only that she would play a part in building up his immortality, the Dark Lord still does not fully trust me. But judging by the potion he had me brew, she is also a telepath." Curiosity had crept upon the Headmaster's face. "Yes, he had me brew a potion to enhance the mental capacities of the drinker and it is also supposed to be able to unlock their greater power." Albus nodded.

"I knew she had been a telepath, and yes there are some other hidden powers somewhere in her mind." It was Professor Snape's turn to be confused.

"But the potion is highly dangerous, one douse is able to destroy the average wizard unless their mind is unreasonably strong, let alone two. The girl managed to survive, and seemed convincingly sane. I had over heard some of the other death eaters, saying that a couple had raised her. That they turned her in hoping to gain favor with the newly risen Dark Lord. Ha, he killed them on the spot once they were of no use to them." He looked up at the turned Dumbledore. "How do you know of her to begin with?" Albus turned back towards Severus. His expression grave, Albus spoke, his words full of grief.

"I was there when she was created, I had sent her to live with them.."

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OH! Cliffe muah hahhahah! The truth is beginning to come out. More secrets ahead..and what does Dumbledore mean by created? Review!!! The chapter is actually long too! Lol I had it separated into ch. 3 and 4 but decided to combine the two instead. Oh and hi jill! And jan if u read this too!