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Chapter 12----The Circle (I'm running out of songs argh!)

It was like being in a very small earthquake. The ground shock twice. "What was that?" Harry asked. He blinked a few times to try and block out the pain that had come to his scar in full measure. The world around him was becoming blurry and he felt like he was going to be sick.

It had got worse since last time. Perhaps it was now that Voldemort had got more powerful since they met last. Harry was rubbing at his temples to try and to get the world into focus again. Snape's voice behind him ("Harry! Harry!") sounded as though he was hearing it from underwater.

He could only just see Dumbledore jump up to see to the matter. Once he had gone Snape bent down to speak to Harry. "Harry, are you alright?" Harry had to strain his hearing to hear him, but he did.

He shook his head "No, not really." He felt a cold and quivering hand on his shoulder

"Ok, don't get too scared, or try not to."

"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind."

The pain in his head was reaching maximum peak and he was on the verge of throwing up, when it stopped. "O.k," he said, "That's weird." Slowly he took his hand away from his forehead and looked around the room. Every thing normal, except that was, that Snape was looking absolutely terrified.

"What is it?"

"It's stopped. Just like that, no warning nothing."

Snape for some reason turned his head towards the door. "Perhaps he's gone." He said slowly. Harry shook his head.

"No," he said. "He's still here somewhere. Somehow I know it." It was true too. This pitiless stomach sensation, also that strange feeling you get when you still think you're in a dream.

Then all of a sudden the wooden door that led into Dumbledore's office flew open; bit's of wood flying every where. Then of course //he// appeared. Looking just as ugly when Harry saw him last.

"Well, well, well, what have we got here?" he asked.

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Snape stood up to face this.this.thing. "Really Severus, where are your manners?" He just stood and stared at his foe, not saying anything. Voldemort took a look at Harry. "Oh, yes, now I see it. He does look a lot like you, you know that my dear boy."

Snape turned to Harry; he looked startled by the comment. Voldemort was continuing. "Now Severus, I have a proposition to make to you. Now, I know about your whole Mr nice spy game you've been playing for the past, six months now?" Voldemort took a breath, held, and then exhaled it. "It took me a while to see it. It was Malfoy who helped greatly.

"Now, about my little proposition. I won't lay a finger on your dear son, won't hurt him in any sense of the word, besides, I don't really care about him any more, but I won't hurt him if you become open about your betrayal, and.die."

Snape's eyes widened. "Yes, I know." Voldemort said. "What a difficult decision to make. And I know about your betrayal any way, but if you do it this way I won't torture the hell out of you."

It wasn't, unlike Voldemort thought, a hard decision to make. Perhaps Voldemort thought that Snape still had that evil streak about him, but he didn't. It was plain as day to him what he was going to do. "Just let me say goodbye." Was all Snape said to Voldemort, who smiled evilly and went out the room.

Harry was violently shaking his head. "No you can't! I won't let you."

"Nothing else to do."

"There is, run hide.run."

Snape chuckled and bent down so that he was level with Harry who was sitting down still. "But that's against every thing that you believe in though."

Harry had a tear running down his cheek; "It doesn't matter. I can't loose you. I need to cancel out this memory of horrible potions teacher."

"Sorry about that."

Harry tried to give a weak smile. "I can't loose you."

"If I don't do this, you'll die."

"I'm used to it. Why are you doing this?"

Snape rested a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Why? Because you're my son and I.I love you."

Smiling Harry wrapped his arms around Snapes neck. He just stayed there for a long time. Finally what after seemed a millennia Snape managed to peel Harry off him.

"I won't let you do this."

"It's not your decision to make, it's mine, and I've made it."

Harry bowed his head; "I still think that we should have ran for it. Out the window, into the laundry bag and then make our bid for freedom."

Snape gave Harry a very strange look; "I have absolutely no idea what you're on about."

"Yes.you do, you're just not going to do it." Snape didn't say anything to that, he couldn't, so instead he just gave Harry on final pat on his shoulder and left Dumbledore's office.

The walk down the stairs lasted a life time, or maybe more, but their he stood. Voldemort waiting patiently ready to collect his prize. "You were shorter than I expected."

"What can I say, I'm a man of few words."

"Hmmm." Voldemort pondered, scanning Snape up and down, as though assessing him. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

With an evil smile and a cackle that Voldemort always got before he killed he raised his wand and got ready for the kill. Snape closed his eyes and got ready for inevitable to happen. He was sure he could hear the words form in Voldemort's mouth, when.

"No!" Snapes eyes snapped open and he turned around. There was Harry on the top of the stair well, looking as though he's been there forever and a day. Snape turned back to Voldemort who, to Snapes surprise, was smiling.

"Ah, Harry, just the person I was wanting to see." He pushed Snape away with his left arm and began to advance on Harry. "It looks as though my little plan has worked."

"Your plan?" Snape asked.

"Please Severus, do you really think I was interested in killing you? Yes you'll die, but not when I'm done with your son. I've been after this boy since he was three months old, what, makes you think I'm going to stop now?"

"I thought."

"You thought wrong."

"But you said."

"What can I say, I lied. Oh, I love emotional things but really I should be getting this done and dusted.

Snape had to think and think quickly, Harry was standing their brave and waiting unafraid. "No!" Snape yelled and he threw himself in front of Voldemort and his wand. "Kill me, just leave him alone. Please. I'm not going to move. Kill me, leave him, or just go."

There was no way for Voldemort to get past Snape. So with a snarl Voldemort turned around and left, muttering incoherently to himself. "What a coward." Snape said to himself. "He just left." Slowly Harry just walked down the stairs; Snape turned his attention to his son.

"What right did you have to interfere! You almost got yourself killed!"

Harry walked further down them. "My intervention, kept us both alive. If Voldemort turned his wand onto me, I would have survived."

Snape sighed, "You got lucky once Harry, there was no guarantee you would survive again."

Harry gave me a confused expression. "Oh, no my broom is just outside the window, I just would have jumped onto that. No harm no foul. I thought this way you might survive."

Snapes shoulders slumped and he wiped the lower part of his face with his hand to rid of the sweat that was lingering there. "I would have died for you."

"I know." Harry took a breath. "I used that as my plan."

"You had a plan?"

"Of course. And you will never know it. All you are to know that no harm would have come of us."

"You're beginning to sound like your mother."

"Better than sounding like my father any day."

Snapes smirk that he realised he had, had fallen. "I'll never understand you."

"I'm a teen, I don't even understand myself."
A/N: almost finished. Eeek. Oh don't worry Sirius' reaction is next. Well sort of.