Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, I don't even own the story line. This is a response to Severitus' challenge. And I want you to know that I am not being paid to do this

A/N: Well I loved to read these challenge ones, so I decided, what the heck let's do it.

Chapter 11---Get Away

Running into the Great Hall during the Christmas lunch, filled with students that had decided to stay for the holidays, perhaps wasn't the best idea that Snape had made in his life. But make it he did. When the potion had worn off he had found him self-alone. Voldemort had gone and Snape had no idea where. He had absolutely no idea what Voldemort wanted with his son, but he didn't want to find out. Especially after what had happened to young Draco Malfoy when he was born.

Death Eaters children were initiated two months after they were born, implanted with some sort of tracking device so that Voldemort and their parents would always know where they were, so the destiny was in fact already written out for them.

The pain that had been on Malfoy's eyes when it had happened to him, Snape never wanted it to be inflicted on Harry. But then again babies cry all the time, it could just have been that. But Snape didn't want to risk it.

But Harry was a teenager of fifteen now and well beyond the age of being initiated but, all the same. Maybe Voldemort would try and turn Harry. His birth father supposedly being one of Voldemort's most trusted Death Eaters (some how.) But Harry would always have that streak of pride in him that drove Snape around the bend. It reminded him too much of himself, and of Lily. Harry, wouldn't ever turn to Voldemorts ploys. Then again Snape had. But he had had an upbringing that basically said that that was what was going to happen to him in the long run. Harry hadn't. Harry had this abhorrence of evil that would never be broken. Snape hoped any way.

Dumbledore stood up and walked over to meet Snape. It was raining out side so he was soaking wet and pale because of the cold and nerves. And also because it was his complexion.

"Severus, was happened?"

"He knows." Was all Snape said.

"How?" Dumbledore asked after some silence.

Sighing, Snape shook his head. "I don't know. He suspected something and then.well, Vertaseurm is very difficult to block out of the system." He paused then asked. "What do you think he'll do?"

"I don't know." It was very peculiar to see Dumbledore so lost on what might happen to one of his students. It was the thing he cared most about. "Harry, will you come here for a few minutes please."

Snape watched as Harry, scared stood up slowly and walked over to the two of them when he finally did, (it seemed to last forever to Snape) Harry asked in a nervous voice. "What's wrong."

"My office," Dumbledore instructed them both. So behind the aged Headmaster Snape and Harry walked.

"What happened, you're alright aren't you?" Harry asked his voice getting more nervous by the second by the sound of it.

"I'll live. " Snape answered, "Had worse. More worried about you."

By what Snape had guessed by the look in Harry eyes when he said that the boy had already guessed what had happened. And as soon as Dumbledore shut his office door, Harry said it.

"He knows doesn't he." It wasn't even a question.

"Yes." Dumbledore told him. "He does. Don't get too worried about it Harry, he can't get you here."

"He's always been after me, why does this make any difference?"

"He might think you worthy." Snape said.

"Worthy? Worthy for what?"

Snape swallowed, "To be his follower."

Harry blinked several times before this information sank in. "That's good isn't it? He won't want to kill me any more. That's what happened in Star Wars. Vader wanted to kill Luke, then didn't when he realised the kids power."

"Look who's comparing you to Luke Skywalker now." Snape said to him.

Harry turned sharply around. "Why would he want me to any way? Why does he think that I would I mean he killed my par." he stopped, took a breath and swallowed. "My Mother." He corrected himself; "He killed my mother, why does he think that I would want to join him. He made me an orphan for fourteen years."

Snape shrugged. "Maybe he thinks that you have the potential to be evil."

"I don't, I know I don't. I'm not like you in that way. I don't want to. He." he stopped. "He tried to kill me. He probably doesn't even realise how real it actually is to me. All a story, just something that happened in the past." Harry's fingernails seemed to be very interesting to him. "You know," Harry continued, releasing a very small chuckle even though his eyes were brimmed with tears. "I always wondered, why I could remember all this green light and my head hurting."

"You remember it?" Snape asked astounded. "Why didn't you say?"

"Because no one asked!" Harry snapped. "And it doesn't matter. All that matters is that no matter what Voldemort says or does will make me turn to join him. You don't just say, 'I'm going to kill you' and then, 'Why don't we be partners', unless you're insane."

"Which Voldemort is" Dumbledore reminded them. Harry slumped down in a chair.

"I hate this." He said. "Why does this always happen to me?"

"Because of who you are." Snape said.

"And who am I?"

"The boy in the Hogwarts uniform, why do you need every thing spelt out for you?"

Harry looked at Snape quite sincerely in the eyes. His green eyes shining bright, they were even more noticeable without his glasses, brightness, that Snape had never noticed before. Then again, he'd always refrained himself from looking in Harry's eyes.

"I don't know any more." Harry said, then he turned back to Dumbledore. "Any other ideas on what he'd want."

"Other than that is to threaten Severus with something, but unless, his deception hasn't wavered I think that we can cross that out."

Snape was running his fingers through his hair and over his eyes half- watching Harry sit there and take this so calmly. "Why don't you sit down Severus." But Snape couldn't sit, he wasn't the sitting type, he had to stand, always did stand, especially when he was nervous, like this. What if Voldemort came running in here demanding.something?

Shaking his head he commenced pacing. He was doing it for around five minutes when Harry said.

"You could pace for Britain you know."

"I'm just so shocked how you can just sit there."

"Well there's no point worrying about it. It'll still happen. Whatever you do." He put on a false panicky voice. "Oh my god, what are we going to do? I know, perhaps if I worry it'll go away!" he stopped. "Er.no, I don't think so."

A few minutes later.it happened. The thing Dumbledore said would never be. The wards of Hogwarts began to fall.