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Chapter Six

It was nearly eleven o'clock by the time Harry had got out his Invisibility Cloak, found the Marauder's Map, waited for everyone in the common room to exit, avoided Ron and Hermione's suspect, and crept silently in front of the one-eyed witch which was the entrance leading to Honeydukes. In fact, it was almost half past eleven when Harry was half way through the tunnel; he started to sweat and broke into a run.

What he would do when he found Lestrange he did not know, how big the cost would be for this he did not think about it, how foolish this act was he did not wonder. All he had on his mind was to get to Lestrange, to do something to her about Sirius...

He reached the opening exit by a quarter to midnight. Scrambling out of Honeydukes as quiet as he could, he charmed the locked door open and was running along the street with ten minutes left.

* * *

He was shaking slightly by the time he had arrived the Kennedys. In a few minutes, he thought, the Dark Lord would burn his Dark Mark, he would burst into the house, find the Aurors, have a little nice duel with them, wound himself, meet Voldemort back at the Riddle House, and go back to Hogwarts. By then, all this would be over...it was really, very easy, nothing to worry about, he calmed himself. Except for the torture and punishment and even maybe killing he would face after failing the mission...

Suddenly, in a minute to midnight, he saw a little dark shadow running across the lawn of the house beside him. He wondered if it was Lestrange- he knew she was assigned to be there, but Lestrange seemed taller...he wanted to investigate but knew there was no time. Any moment then he would feel pain from his arm and the attack would begin.

* * *

Harry ran across the lawn and found a large flower bad in the garden of the Mills. He had taken his Cloak off the minute he arrive Honeydukes- running underneath the Cloak was not very convenient. There was no time left, Lestrange would be there any moment, so he crouched behind the flower bed and squinted his eyes through the darkness to see if Lestrange had arrived. She was not there yet...

Dong! Dong! The bells from far away in the city rang, breaking the chilling silence and admitting midnight at the same time. Harry stretched his neck even more; he would be facing the woman who ended his happy days with his godfather any minute now...

Then there she was. Apparating out of nowhere stood a tall, thin woman, holding out her wand. Even in the darkness Harry could recognize her gaunt face, her stringy hair, her mad expression...

Lestrange approached the door and entered. Harry could feel blood pounding in his ears, he was shaking with fear and anger...it was now or never.

He ran through the yard, ascended the porch and his hands closed on the brass doorknob. Taking a deep breath, he entered.

* * *

"Stupefy!"

"Augh!"

"What are you Aurors doing here?"

Severus pretended to be surprise as he stunned one of the Aurors. There was about four of them, each acting to be wounded and escaping from the house. Severus shot another jinx at one of them, and then allowed his arm to be smeared by a hex. The pain was revolting, but he did not care; all he had to do was report at the Riddle house, acting as surprise and alarmed as everybody...

He burst out of the house with three hexes flying above him. One nearly caught his ear but missed. The other two was clearly badly aimed; they crashed together on the door as Severus lunged outside.

He did not stop running until he was out of the Kennedys's residence. Looking frantically everywhere, he heard screams from Death Eaters and bellows from Aurors. The plan was working, he thought, his mood lifting, they were all going to fall for it, it was over...

Then he heard something that nearly made him faint.

"HARRY POTTER!"

Harry Potter? Harry- Harry Potter? What was that fool doing out here? Severus knew the voice had come from Lestrange and so he tore down the street and burst into the Mills yard. Deciding he would make sure at first by looking through the window, he lunged himself at it and peeked inside.

There was, the boy who lived, lying on the living room floor, with Lestrange laughing like mad above him, wand raised.

"Avada Kedavra!"

* * *

Harry's heart was beating faster than he could manage. He had entered the Mill's living room, but there was no sign of movement at all. Wand raised, he edged to the kitchen when he heard a yell upstairs.

"AURORS? BLOODY HELL! STUPEFY!"

It was a yell from Lestrange, Harry was sure of that; he could not quite forget Lestrange's revolting voice yet. Tearing up the stairs, he heard muffled yells from other men. He reached the upper level finally. What he saw nearly made him drop his wand.

Three masked Aurors were lying on the floor unconscious, and Harry was sure they were dead by the amount of blood smeared across their robes. Lestrange was dueling fiercely with the last one in a small bed room.

For a moment, the Auror enchanted some ropes coiling around Lestrange. Then the next second, the Auror caught sight of Harry and tripped over his own feet in surprise-

Lestrange broke out of the grasp of the ropes and took the advantage, "AVADA KEDRAVA!"

There was a flash of green light, Harry heard nothing but a scream, and then the Auror was lying motionless on Lestrange's feet.

Then Lestrange, turning to a nearly petrified Harry, shouted in surprise and triumph, "HARRY POTTER!"

Harry did not care about his wand or magic anymore, he had waited for too long, he wanted to kill Lestrange right then-

Lunging to Lestrange, he punched her hard on the face and kicked her in the shins. Maybe it was because of Harry's sudden move or Lestrange knew nothing about fighting, she doubled back and fell down on the floor, her nose bleeding badly.

"I WILL KILL YOU, LESTRANGE- THIS IS FOR SIRIUS!" Harry bellowed madly as he punched her with all his might on the face. Blood was flying everywhere, he took no notice, he only knew hatred and fury, only knew the women beneath her was the one he had searched for so long...

Then suddenly, Harry was blasted off her by a purple light out of her wand. Harry lay on the floor for a moment, staring at her as she struggled to get up. Harry tried to get up to meet her- he was itching for more torture to her- but he could not. For some reason, there was an invisible thick rope tying round his feet and hand tightly, so tightly that he was starting to lose the feeling in his hands.

Lestrange got up, her face like a mess with blood everywhere on her robes. There was a tooth dangling out of her mouth- Harry had taken care of that.

"So, little Potter boy, coming for revenge? Coming to kill me for your loving godfather, aren't you?" Lestrange mocked in her stupid tone as she wiped blood from her face on her sleeve. "Oh, I guess you really missed, him, did you, little Harry?"

She gave a little laugh which incensed Harry even more.

"You shut up, shut up..." Harry muttered, his voice shaking fiercely. He was not even aware of what he was saying, all he wanted was to get up and torture some more...

Lestrange laughed even more as she circled Harry. She raised her wand and said, "Well little Harry, you might as well thank me, I'm going to send you back with your tragic little hero. I suppose you thought him as a hero, dieing in a battle, well you can both be heroes in your death- goodbye to you, baby Harry!"

With that, she raised her wand and was about to perform a killing curse; Harry did not know where he got the strength- all he saw was a flash of Sirius's, his father's and mother's face, and they gave him a strong desire to live, so strong-

"AHHHHHH!" Harry bellowed as he broke the invisible ropes stopping him from getting up- he was free- he jumped up from his place and without another thought nor hesitate, he leaped at Lestrange who was standing under the threshold. Lestrange screamed and together, they rolled down the stairs, both of them struggling to hurt the other with all their might-

CRASH. They had reached the bottom of the stairs and crashed into the living room. Harry saw stars glinting above his head for a second, and then brought himself back to reality. Lestrange was already up, she had her wand out, panting hardly with a black eye- Harry was struggling to get up but he had sprained his ankle badly during the extraordinary fall.

Then-

"Crucio!"

Pain shot through his whole body, burning him up as he screamed with his arms and legs thrashing everywhere. Then suddenly as it came, the pain was gone and he opened his scrunched eyes, just to see Lestrange laughing madly above him. She had her wand raised again- his wand was gone during the fall, there was no way he could find it in time- he knew he was going to die- he had no more strength to get up and attack Lestrange again- she was going to win at last...

"Avada Kedavra!"

* * *

What did he think he was doing? What exactly, did that idiot boy have in mind? Walking into Hogsmeade during the first attack, why wasn't he sleeping in Hogwarts like every other student? Why did he always have to be special, apart from the others?

Severus was shaking with anger by the time he had reached the Riddle House. He had a strong intention to curse Potter; he had put him and Dumbledore into great danger by his stupidity and hero act. But again, how did he know about the attack?

It is not a great time to think about Potter, he scolded himself mentally. He would be facing a furious Voldemort in just a few seconds. Swallowing at the thought, he entered the Headquarters of the Dark.

Severus walked into the living room and sat down on one of the armchairs. There were a few Death Eaters sobbing in one of the corners of the room, apparently thinking about the punishment. Looking around, Severus was particularly glad to see that Lucius Malfoy was not there. Maybe he did not make it after all, he thought, chuckling slightly. Then a cold hand placed on his shoulders.

He hurled around, finding himself facing Voldemort.

It was a terrifying scene- Voldemort's face was pale as ever, his red eyes burning and his teeth bared.

"Where are the others?" he hissed snake-likely, in nothing more than a whisper.

Severus forced himself calmness and replied, "Your majesty, forgive me but I do not know."

Voldemort glared at him, then waked to the other Death Eaters crouching in a corner. They all whimpered frightfully as their master approached them. Voldemort stopped in the center of the room, glaring at the whole room.

"Where are the others?" he asked again, raising his voice slightly. Severus's knuckles went white from holding them tight. The other Death Eaters simply sobbed more.

"I will ask just once more. WHERE ARE THE OTHERS?" Voldemort bellowed. The whole house shook and one of the Death Eaters even let out a small scream.

Severus took a step forward quickly and answered rather shakily, "My master, they are still in Hogsmeade."

Voldemort paused at Severus's words and then gesture his hand slowly to the inside of his robes. At that point, the Death Eaters who were too frightened to speak scrambled forward, kneeling at Voldemort's feet and cried out, "Forgive us master! Please forgive us, there will be no more fails next time! Forgive us master!"

Begging was useless and Severus knew it, so he simply stood in front of Voldemort, waiting for the pain.

"You have failed me too much!" Voldemort spat on the ground.

"No, master, no!"

"Crucio!"

As pain through his body brought Severus down on the floor, he willed himself not to scream, he had to be strong, he knew this was only the beginning.

* * *

"Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra! Avada Keda-"

Harry snapped his eyes open. The incantation echoed through his head...Avada Kedrava...he was dead...or was he?

He shook himself and sat up. Looking around, he realized he was lying on the floor of Dumbledore's office. There was no one in the room. He was not dead...he was alive! But how? How could he survive? How did he survive the killing curse? And why was he sitting on Dumbledore's floor?

Harry did not understand. Without so much of a move, he closed his eyes and fainted again.

* * *

Sirius was running away from him, laughing. He ran after him, arms out- stretched. He wanted Sirius to stop, to come and comfort him...he was afraid and scared for some reason...but Sirius did not stop, he continued laughing handsomely and running as fast as the wind...Harry could not catch up anymore, the figure of Sirius was starting to disappear...

"Harry! Harry wake up!"

"Huh?"

Harry moaned slightly and opened his eyes tiredly. In full view was Dumbledore's face, his nose a few inches from Harry's, wearing a concerned and worried look.

Sitting up with Dumbledore's help, he looked around and the scene became clearer. He was lying on a bad in the hospital wing, and Dumbledore was sitting beside him on the bed. He was definitely not dead...

"Here, Harry, drink this." Dumbledore hold up a grey goblet and shoved it under Harry's nose. Harry took it and drank, and warmth spread suddenly from his lungs to the tip of his toes. It was like swallowing a large chunk of chocolate.

Putting the goblet down on the bedside table, he turned to face Dumbledore.

"Professor, I'm sorry-"

Dumbledore raised his hand to stop Harry.

"Harry, I certainly understand the reason behind your act, and there is no need to apologize. What you did was definitely wrong, but it was from your love to your godfather, and I can certainly understand that."

Harry let the words sink into his mind and a sudden tear rolled down his cheek before he could stop it. Dumbledore turned away from him to let Harry wipe his face dry. Then Harry asked croakily, "How did I get here? I was supposed to be killed by Lestrange."

Dumbledore turned back to him and answered, "Professor Snape has seen to that. He saved you just in time-"

"What? He- Snape saved my life?" interrupted Harry quickly.

Dumbledore nodded. "Professor Snape, Harry. Yes, he indeed did that by risking his own and the chance of being found out by Voldemort. He arrived just as Bellatrix Lestrange was about to perform the deadly curse, and eventually he acted fast- changed a rock on the ground into a Portkey which leads you to here, he summoned it to you before Lestrange could act."

Harry was stunned. He sat there, mouth-opened but wordless. Snape had saved his life, endangering himself at the very act. He had demolished Snape's duty as spy and any moment now Voldemort would execute him- all because of Harry.

"I- I am very sorry." He stammered, not knowing what to say at all.

Dumbledore shook his head and replied gently, "No need to be, Harry, as I have said before. But I must ask you not to make the same act again for your own safety and also everyone's. The person who killed Sirius will be punished by meant, more cruel and painful than by human. She will get what she deserves, and I ask you not to risk your life again, while everyone who loved you sacrificed theirs, just to give you yours."

Harry felt a lump on his throat. He merely nodded, and Dumbledore ordered him rest as he left.

* * *

Three days later, Harry was completely healthy again under Madame Pomfrey's healing. He was out of the hospital wing and was very glad to be, too.

Ron and Hermione had visited him everyday, and the three of them had reached to a silent vote not to discuss why Harry was injured in the first place. Harry knew they had quite an idea what he had done, and was grateful for his understanding friends. He had been so sure for a moment that they would be furious with him for not mentioning it.

Though tired he had been, Harry still did not forgive himself completely for the event. He had not regret about hurting Lestrange and all, but what he could not forget was how he endangered Snape and how Snape saved him. He would check if Snape was still alive from Ron and Hermione's news whenever he could- it would be his fault if Voldemort killed him.

The day Harry was finally out of hospital wing, he learned from his fellow schoolmates that Dumbledore had told no one about what exactly happened to Harry. All they knew was Harry was hurt badly by deadly curses, and no more. He was grateful for this- what would the school say if they knew Snape had saved his life was unbearable.

Nether less, Harry was dreading Potions and Occlumency- he had been avoiding Snape for most of the week as soon as he was all recovered. Although he checked out regularly if Snape was still safe, he could not bear facing him again. The tension and the embarrassment, he thought desperately on a night before Double Potions lessons.

"What would come, would come, and we would have to meet it when it did."

Hagrid's words echoed through Harry's mind and he sighed. He would have to face Snape some day anyway.

* * *

"Drink up, Severus!"

"I am!" he snarled hastily.

Gulping down the disgusting brown liquid, he shuddered. He set the goblet down on a small table beside his bed and propped down onto a bed in the hospital wing.

He had been tortured by Voldemort until dawn, a whole night. In the end, two Death Eaters passed out and one even became insane, who was immediately executed by the Dark Lord himself. Severus was very tired, and it had been three days after the attack already. He dared not to sleep; he was sure he would visit the graveyard and the Riddle House again in his dreams. Sighing slightly, he rolled over to bed.

Dumbledore had offered him a long holiday, but of course Severus, being strong minded and hating weakness, refused immediately and was to attend his regular lessons in the very next day. He could not see how he was going to do it; even his legs would not support him properly due to Voldemort's work. But all the same, he would not hide...

Voldemort had concluded right after the attack that there was a spy among them Death Eaters. He knew it would not be long before Voldemort would know it was him and that was all very thanks to Harry Potter. He had made sure Lestrange did not see him when he produced the Portkey, but that did not stop the Death Eater party to suspect him because if Potter knew about the attack, and Potter studied at Hogwarts, the party would certainly suspect Death Eaters related to Hogwarts. And then, they would realize almost immediately...

No reason to fear yet, he told himself just to calm down his shaking body. Dumbledore would certainly help him through this...oh, just why Harry Potter did not stay put in his stupid bed?

* * *

WHAM. The door flew open as the Potions Master marched in. Harry stole a glance at him and could not help noticing that his face was paler than white, and he was limping as if every step he took was making great pain.

It was the next Thursday, the jolly day Harry had been dreading- Potions lesson in the morning and Occlumency in the evening- Harry would rather eat a Flobberworm. During the whole week, Harry and Snape had been ignoring each other and avoiding each other's eyes. But there was no escape to it when they had an extra lesson all to themselves.

"Dragon skin first, Longbottom! Honestly, have you got any brains at all?" Snape snapped at the poor Neville as his Laughter Potion turned into a wrongly sick color of green.

"Ten points from Gryffindor Longbottom, and I ask you to see me at lunch- we shall discuss the matters about your lack of IQ, shall we?"

Neville whimpered a little and Snape snorted as he past him. It was like any normal lesson, thought Harry, wonder if Occlumency will be normal, too?

* * * "Enter."

Harry gulped as he let himself in. It was time to face Snape after all the endless dreads. Snape was standing by his usual position, wand out. As soon as he saw Harry, his eyes gleamed dangerously and glared at him.

"Well, I personally would not like to waste anymore of my precious time, Potter. What are you waiting for? Wand out!"

Harry plunged his wand out quickly and stood facing Snape. "Legilimens!"

And so the lesson began. Harry found himself concentrating hard, just to avoid incensing Snape after what he had done. Once he even hexed Snape with a jinx and forced his mind to close.

Hours flew pass and finally it was time to leave.

"Well, Potter. That was certainly an improvement though I had expected more- "

Harry glared at Snape at this point, hating him all over again-

"But it is still an improvement. I assume you will work more hard next time. You may leave."

Harry watched Snape turn as he continued back to his work, and for some reason, he did not move. Snape worked for a moment then looked up, noticing him.

"I thought I asked you to leave." Snape snapped.

Harry nodded gently, and he did not know what made him do this- maybe it was because he needed to do something about the guilt inside him, or maybe it was because he was simply too tired, but whatever it was, he opened his mouth and said-

"Thank you, Professor."

Snape stared at him as if he had just spoken Mars language.

Harry brought himself back to his senses and added, "For- for the, er, at Hogsmeade, you know..."

He trailed off, knowing perfectly that he was burning with embarrassment and tension.

To his utter surprise, Snape smiled. Not snarling, and not the horrible smile he had given Harry every time he gave him detention, but an actually almost human like grin.

Harry stared back at him, not knowing whether to book a room at St Mungo's for it was his fault after all, making Snape almost looking like human.

"Fine, Potter. Now get out."

Harry nearly laughed at Snape's behavior. Instead he nodded and made his exit, closing the door gently behind him.

As he walked back to the common room, his heart was lighter than days. The thing that had been bothering him was gone and replaced by an unknown feeling. It was a mixture of relief and happiness. Snape couldn't be so bad after all, he thought cheerfully.

Entering the common room, he thought hilariously: the world had really changed, just as Ron had said.

A/N: So, how was it? Lestrange was mad, was she? Well, pls do REVIEW, I want to know what you guys think about it! Thanks!