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Chapter Nine


"Potter! Harry Potter!"

"What?" Harry jerked awake from his dreams and looked around. Snape was standing over him, with an ugly expression on his face.

Harry caught a glimpse of the other students over Snape's shoulder and saw that they were all filing out of the Great Hall. The exam was finished, and they were adjourned.

"Dozing off in an exam, Potter, do you really recognize you master all of the knowledge already?" Snape spat angrily at him. "Hand over the paper, neither wise you will be handing it to the Headmaster himself!"

Harry shoved his paper towards Snape quickly and, without a backwards glance, he left the exam table and strode out of the Hall.

He needed to find Hermione and Ron, needed to talk to themthat dream was horrible and if it was true, he better notify Dumbledore quickly

"Piglissum!" he panted from the running. The portrait swung open to admit him and he climbed inside in a rush.

Looking everywhere, he found his friends sitting at their usual corner, both wearing a tired expression and reciting the notes for their last exam, Charms.

"Hey, Harry, where were you? Snape didn't let us wait for you- here sit down, these notes are driving me mad" Ron pulled a chair towards him. Harry slumped on it and said urgently, "Listen. I reckon Voldemort's trying to do Fudge in."

Both Hermione and Ron stared at him, abandoning the scrunched notes immediately.

"What?" Hermione gasped finally, in high disbelief.

Harry did not waste time. Not with a moment of hesitate or a pang of abashment, he replied clearly, "I just had a dream during the exam and Voldemort was there, telling Wormtail something about 'conquering Fudge'."

Ron's mouth dropped open, but it was Hermione who frowned thoughtfully, "Look, Harry, no offense, but you know your dreams aren't exactly- accurate anymore, and- I mean" she trailed off, looking uncomfortable.

Harry sighed and did not reply. Hermione had the point, he could not afford to risk anything just because of his wild dreams anymore


"And why," Hermione continued, apparently satisfied by Harry's uncertainty, "are you having those dreams again when you're supposed to be mastering Occlumency?"

Nether less, Harry had no immediate respond for that.

Ron came to his aid. "But Hermione, though sometimes his dreams are false alarms, there are some that are true, you know. Like the ones he had in our fourth year, they're real, and I don't see why we can't acknowledge Dumbledore first, even though it may turn out to be a big joke. This is serious, I mean."

Hermione ran her fingers down her bushy hair. "But Voldemort's not likely to do something as crazy as that when Dumbledore's still around, isn't he?"

"I don't know, Hermione." sighed Harry again, who seemed to find his words. "I have a really bad feeling 'bout this. Fudge may be the Minister for Magic and everything, but he's off his rocker these days, and that may be a very good opportunity to finish him off."

"Wait!" Ron suddenly exclaimed, "Maybe Fudge didn't attempt suicide at all! Maybe Voldemort"- he was starting to get used to the name- "abetted him to do it!"

"Well maybe that's why Fudge didn't alarm the authorities about Voldemort possessing him." said Hermione coldly.

"Oh, yeah"

The bell rang just then and Hermione stood up abruptly. "Oh my gosh, I haven't study! I don't believe it- I was too obsessed with Voldemort, I forgot to read my notes!"

"Calm down, Hermes. You know all of it anyway, there's no point studying." Ron yawned lazily, getting up to his feet. Harry, too, got up and followed his friends exiting the Tower, filled with thoughts and questions.

* * *

Strolling by the riverbeds, Severus' eyes fell upon a certain area of the grounds, remembering his humiliations with James Potter so long ago

It was late evening that day and Severus planned on a short walk while the students were contained with their last exam. He was always depressed lately, even more than usual.

Now he lost contact completely with Voldemort's party, he could not be sure what they were planning to do next. According to Dumbledore, they were beginning to do some "warm up acts" now that Voldemort had Dementors, giants and a number of Death Eaters as a powerful army. Severus was not very sure whether Voldemort would even waste time on little warm ups such as torturing Muggles or half-bloods- the Dark Lord's ambition had grew rapidly since his rise, and Severus knew perfectly well that Voldemort was in a hurry to prove himself. Maybe they were planning to demolish one of their last hopes within the Dark daysAlbus Dumbledore

He would not let anything happen to Dumbledore. The phrase rang over and over again as he approached the gamekeeper's cabin, not aware of his route.

Sighing, he pulled to a stop and realized that he had past Hagrid's house and was nearly going to enter the Forest. He turned back and was about to set off back to the castle to get some work done when a deafening roar cut through the chill silence of the night.

* * *

Last questionlast answertwo minutes left, one

"The exam will come to an end. Students please hand in your paper to the teachers when they come by."

As to meet McGonagall's stern statement, the whole Great Hall was shook with cheers and applause. Everyone was relieved that the exam was finally over, and the holidays would be starting first thing tomorrow.

Harry clapped with everyone else, his grin widening. Finally, he thought, something had gone rightly, his worries were eased a little

Just as he was about to get up and meet Ron and Hermione, who were sitting at a different table due to their last names, a fierce roar which sounded oddly familiar penetrated the doors of the Hall and shot right through the ears of every student.

"What the-?"

"My gosh!"

Their was a nasty shock of silence, and then Professor McGonagall ordered sharply,

"Everyone, stay here!"

Accompanied by Professor Flitwick and Mad-Eye Moody- who was to authorize the exam- she walked quickly out of the Great Hall, her paces short but rapid.

Lupin remained in the Hall as he ordered everyone to sit down. Harry noticed his face paler than usual; everyone's expression in the Hall read confusion and fear, no one was talking at all- then Harry heard another outburst which made him, Ron and Hermione stare at each other in shock.

"HAGGER! OUT, HAGGER!"

It was, unmistakably, Grawp the giant whom Hagrid hid illegally in the Forest.
Harry caught Hermione's eyes and one look on her face told him that she knew, too. Ron was also paled face, staring at both of them.

Hagrid will obviously get sacked for this, thought Harry urgently; we need to help him

Just then he noticed Lupin walking towards a student sitting at another table, answering the questions she was firing up.

With a quick nod to his two friends, he crouched low so that his fellow schoolmates and Lupin wouldn't notice him, and then made a sudden but quiet dash towards the back door of the Hall. He saw Hermione and Ron doing just the same in the corners of his eyes as he ran, and did not stop until he was clean out of the Hall.

* * *

Panting, he greeted Ron as he approached running, Hermione behind him. "What- what do you reckon?"

Ron's face was identical to Hermione's who was paled white. "I think that's- that was Grawp, wasn't it?"

Harry nodded and the pair looked up at Hermione, who was struggling to keep her breath smooth.

"Yes, that had to be him- who else could have yelled so loudly and called Hagrid as 'Hagger'?" she said.

"Well then we've got to help Hagrid! If the Ministry finds out about this, they'll probably sack Hagrid right away and execute Grawp!" Harry exclaimed. The idea of Hagrid getting sacked out of his favorite job made Harry want to fly to the Forest right now to help him.

"Yeah, but how?" said Hermione, sweat bearing on her forehead.

"Let's get the Invisibility Cloak out and get into the Forest." Ron suggested, also sweating.

Harry shook his head violently. "No- he'll probably rip off half of the Forest by then."

"Well, what are we waiting for then, let's get to Hagrid's and see what we can do!" Ron urged.

There was not much they could do besides that, anyway, and so Harry agreed instantly. But Hermione remained rooted to her spot.

"This might be dangerous, you know we might get expelled" she looked uncertainly at the both of them.

Harry's temper and anxious were both rising. "And we'll let Hagrid get sacked while we behave ourselves nicely in school?" he replied testily.

Hermione shook her head hurriedly, "No! I mean, of course not, butoh, okay! Let's do it but it'll be a miracle if we can tame that violent thing."

"Well then, pray for us." Harry snapped and the three of them ran fiercely towards the Forest, Harry hoping that Hagrid hadn't gone too far.

* * *

"What the hell?" Severus wondered out loud as he hurried back towards the route he had been taking. The roar was so deafening that his own voice seemed oddly distanced.
Reaching the gamekeeper's cabin, he saw that the door was opened and the bent grass on the road leading to the forest told him instantly that someone had left the house in a rush.
Wand out, Severus decided to investigate further in case it was related to his dear old ex-master. He paced quickly- he hated running, the sight of his hair flying beside him was abashing- towards the Forest where the roar had came from and allowed himself trod inside the world of beasts.

How long did he walked, he had no idea; all he knew was that there were regular roars penetrating by now and some shouts of a man.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour of half running, half walking, he had reached an empty fold. There were no trees and plants growing on the blanked spot, but that was not the matter. Severus' eyes were too busied by the extraordinary and shocking sight meeting him to notice that the Forest had come to a halt.

Roaring violently, at least ten times taller than himself, big and bulky was a horrible giant. He was holding Hagrid the games keeper in one of his muscular hands and a bunch of trees in the other, looking ready to strike on the helpless Hagrid. The giant had not notice the new arrival and was continuing to roar meaning less words such as, "HAGGER, OUT HAGGER!"

Severus could not consider himself as completely stunned and shocked for he had seen a giant before, back when he was a child and his father had thrown him into the hands of one, just to see him being beat up and found it amusing. But that giant was nothing as big as this one, and though Severus flinched at the disgusting and hurting memory, he could not quite forget what it was like to be beaten up by a giant at the height of fifteen feet, not to mention the one he was facing now had the height of a skyscraper. He wondered just for a second why on earth he had not spotted it before, but then was brought back to reality when the giant deafened him again.

"HAGGER NO FRIEND! GRAWP HATE HAGGER!"

Severus had not got the slightest idea what or who Grawp and Hagger were, but that did not matter very much. Hagrid's face was screw up with fear and as he was being hanged upside down, his back to Severus, he had not seen the Potions Master's entry.

Severus was about to perform the Disarming Charm in order to get Hagrid's feet back on the ground, when footsteps sounded from the behind and he whirled around to face Minerva McGonagall, Alastor Moody and the Charms professor, Flitwick.

The three looked at Severus at first, clearly desiring for an explanation, but met their answers right away as they caught the sight of the huge bloke behind him, which was not at all hard to miss.

Moody did the slightest double take of all three and whipped out his wand instantly; Flitwick gasped horribly but kept a tight grip on his already out wand; Minerva looked ready to faint but instead, she came to her senses and pointed her wand straight towards the giant, who was now beating Hagrid hardly on the back with his trees, "Stupefy!"

The spell shot at the giant, bouncing off almost instantly, achieving nothing but the giant's notice of the four intruders. He gave a mighty uproar which made Flitwick squeak, an then gestured a punch on the head of Hagrid's-

"Expelliarmus!"

Finding his own voice, Severus charmed Hagrid out of the giant's grip and he fell downwards, hitting the floor with a loud crack, apparently knocked out.

The giant's fist made no contact with solid, and for that it's temper seem to have reached the boiling point. Throwing the trees in every direction, he stomped on the ground thundering and headed towards his intruders.

"Flitwick- fetch Dumbledore immediately." whispered Minerva gravely, her voice shaking slightly as she gave orders. Flitwick, who seemed glad to be uninvited, disappeared back into the Forest instantly.

"The Stunning Spell is too weak for it- we'll have to Stun it together from different directions." Severus said calmly. It was most unlike him to take charge in matters like this, but the other two seemed too busy staring at the situation.

"Minerva, you heard me?" snapped Severus urgently, his eyes still on the giant approaching slowly.

"Yes." He heard a small voice behind him.

"Right- you take the left, I take the right- Moody, the front- go!"

Severus edged anxiously around the path the giant was taking towards them and settled himself on the right side of the attacker. He saw Minerva gripping on her wand tightly as she, too, edged forwards to the opposite side. Moody wore an expression of slight boredom but Severus was not sure, for his face was paled, too.

"On the count of three-"Moody growled. "One-" -Severus raised his wand- "two-" -he took aim- "three-"

Moody's voice was sunk by the victim's sudden outburst. "KILL! KILL! KILL!" the
giant's roar was like dawning thunder-

Then suddenly, without any warning, Severus was lifted off ground by the powerful arm of the giant; Minerva screamed, Moody shooting useless spells which bounced off the victim instantly; Severus managing not to yell or shout but his wand was left on the ground, he was quite helpless-

The giant's other arm found the shrieking Minerva. He knocked her out completely with a powerful and violent-looking swift of the arm, trees falling and cracking as they made contact.

Severus was struggling rather calmly for someone who was being in the hold of such a creature. His fists punching the air madly, desiring to defense himself as much as possible, but there was no way he could get the giant to free himself, not without a wand, anyway

"Humph!" Moody let out a groan as one of the trees the giant had broke down when attacking Minerva hit him squarely on the stomach. He stood there shaky with agony for a while, and then finally slumped to the floor, passed-out and utterly defeated.

It was now the giant and him, and there was no way he would survive, thought Severus as the giant pulled some more trees from the ground, holding him out to meet his aim- how pathetic, killed by a useless lump helplessly when he had risked his whole life on being the traitor of the Darkest wizard of all- and with that in mind, he actually let out a hollow laugh as the giant beat him with the bunch of trees fiercely.

The pain was revolting, but Severus saw no escape; his view was blocked dimly by the blood and leaves sticking on his face. Gritting his teeth, he contained himself with a recall of the agony when in suffer of the Cruciatus Curse- the pain he was mastering now should be nothing compared to that- and that was the only thing that kept him from screaming as he saw half-blindly that the giant abandoned the trees and chose on an enormous rock on the ground as weapon.

He was surely going to die, that stone must have been two times as large as him; it would break his ribs and bones even if he did not die in luck, anyway-
The giant was ready to strike when a oddly familiar and young voice bellowed from the ground below- where Severus desired more than anything to be setting foot on it-
"Expelliarmus!"

* * *

Harry, Ron and Hermione were not as nearly petrified as Snape and the other three were when the horrifying scene greeted them at the fold. In fact, they got over pretty quickly, due to the fact that they had met the giant once before, Harry and Hermione twice.

Seeing that Snape was half-dead, hanging in midair with Grawp attempting to kill him any moment, Harry came to his senses and bellowed, pointing his wand straight to the enormous attacker- "Expelliarmus!"

Snape was immediately released, which meant nothing but only he had quite a few feet to fall. Just as he was about to make contact with the ground which looked as solid as ever, Hermione raised her wand and muttered a spell that made Snape reach the ground softly and slowly with a little plump.

Ron was firing useless Stunning hexes at the giant, who seemed even more grumpy now that his plans were further disturbed and ruined by more newcomers. Hermione ran to Snape, who stood up with the help of her, rather shakily. Harry shot his own Impediment Jinx at Grawp as he was about to scoop him up, and then spotted a black thin object lying on the ground. Even with the darkness surrounding- it must be ten o'clock by now- Harry identified it as Snape's wand instantly due to his private lessons with him.

He snatched it up and yelled, "Professor Snape! Wand!"

Snape was trying to stand up independently, declining Hermione's offer of help. He seemed to succeed after a few tense moments, though, for he walked over towards Harry and grabbed it from him.

Harry did not bother abhorring Snape for his rude manners- Ron needed help desperately; Grawp was shooting trees and rocks at him. "Damn it!" Harry heard him yelling out as he ran towards Harry, Snape and Hermione, avoiding the well aimed life-taking objects.

"Impedimenta!" Hermione screamed as a tree nearly shaved Ron's head off. It froze in midair and dropped aside.

Ron reached them finally, standing weakly with Harry's help. Trying to shift Ron's weight, he shouted at the giant, who was growling at them ten feet away, "Grawp, it's us! It's Harry and- and-"

"Hermy!" Hermione finished for, him, yelling desperately but white faced. Snape stared at them both for a moment as if they were as wild as the giant. "It's Hermy, Grawp!
We're not going to hurt you! Look, Hagrid's coming okay?"

At the mention of Hagrid's name, whatever left that could go wrong went off instantly.

"NO HAGGER! GRAWP WANT HAGGER, HAGGER LEAVE- NO HAGGER!"

Hermione gave a frightful squeak as Snape whispered, his face as pale as ever, "What the devil is he talking about? And who the hell is Hagger?"

No one bothered to explain. Harry, almost reaching his exploding point, said through gritted teeth, "Just shut up a bit for now, will you?"

Snape looked as he might wanted to murder Harry right on spot in the spare of the giant- Harry knew he was wrong to speak like that but there were more on his mind-

"Let's get out of there!" he shouted, gesturing the part to follow him go.

They broke into a run- Snape was sort of gliding, Harry would have found it quite amusing if the situation was not so serious- and ran not more than a few feet when Harry bumped into none other than the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore himself.

"Professor! There's a giant-"

"Headmaster, I ask you not to go inside-"

"I'm not sure whether Hagrid and the others are in there, it was too dark-"

Dumbledore put up his hands to silence them and did not look surprised at all to see Harry, Ron and Hermione. Harry could tell under the lack of moonlight that Dumbledore's face was solemn but clam. "Professor Flitwick has told me everything- Severus, kindly escort these students to the Hospital Wing and stay there yourself."

"Yes, sir." Snape replied, his voice now without the slightest trace of terror.

Harry, Ron and Hermione followed their Potions Master quietly. Though still out of breath and shaking, Harry knew that the other two was thinking along the same lines- Hagrid's bound to get sacked.

The giant had attempted to murder Snape and if it was not for them, he would have been dead and Harry would not be surprised if Hagrid landed on a cell in Azkaban with that. And even if now Grawp had not killed anyone, he had still damaged the Forest badly and beat up a man. Was that enough to get Hagrid sacked, or even locked up in the prison?

Harry was not sure whether McGonagall and the others had passed out somewhere and nether less did not know where Hagrid was in all this- it was too dark for him to identify anything, not to mention the fact that the trees and dirt Grawp had successfully demolished were probably covering McGonagall and the lot, if they were really there.

Hoping that no more were attacked, Harry walked a little faster to catch up with Snape.
They had reached the opening of the Forest and Hagrid's cabin came into view; Fang the boarhound was apparently barking madly inside- the cabin was shaking slightly. Snape made an impatient noise and quickened his pace even more.

* * *

Severus was shaking inside, but determined not to show weakness in front of the three Gryffindors, especially when he was supposed to be in charge. All he revealed was confusion.

What exactly on earth was that giant doing inside the well-protected grounds of Hogwarts? And why did Potter and his friends act as they knew the creature? Had they set the giant inside the castle on purpose, attempting to bring up some ambitiously mischief, or to accomplish true, serious damage?

Taking small but quick paces, Severus stole a sideway glance over his shoulder to the three behind him. Weasley had a bad cut on the head; Granger with her bush-like hair-which Severus had always found it quite disgusting and never understood why such rarely clever student would desire a haircut designed like this, as it was mostly inconvenient when trying to work efficiently- flying around her, paled-face, robes torn; and last, Potter who had just half saved his life -he was mostly unlike to be in debt with a person fully, especially with the mutual enmity between them two- was shaking from head to foot, bruises and cuts all around his arms, which was clearly visible as the sleeves were sliced off.

No, he concluded firmly, those trembling three certainly do not seem like the pranksters of the extraordinary incident

Then just who is responsible for the fainting emotions he was suffering, the head burns and bleeds he was mastering, and most of all, the opportunity for Potter to save his life while witnessing his cold Potions Master's helplessness?

Severus had no answer and abandoned the wonders anyway for his head was on fire; his arms and legs were aching in agony; his face was torn in many ways

It was a miracle to him that he could even walk steadily. Any moment now, he may collapse in front of the three Gryffindors as well as his responsibilities.

Vowing strongly on his will power to ignore the pain for he had suffered greater before, Severus continued to path his way out of the Forest, longing for a full and satisfying illumination as well as a long night's sleep.

* * *

The moon loomed over them gloomily, reflecting the three apart from the professor's mood. Harry looked up at Snape to see, clearly under the moonlight, his paled face with an expression Harry could not quite read, but the blood and cuts were enough to contain him- there was blood dripping out of one of the corners of the man's lips; cuts and scraps were all over his face, and Harry could not tell whether Snape's face was screwed up in agony at all, for the blood and dirt was smeared everywhere. One of the sleeves of his robes was ripped out and the hems of his robes were torn.

Snape seemed to notice Harry watching him, for he inclined his head a little to meet Harry's gaze.

"Are you alright, Professor?" Harry asked politely, mostly for saving the awkward moment they were having, staring at each other as they walked side by side, Hermione and Ron behind them.

"Yes." Snape said in nothing more than a whisper and before Harry could respond or even do anything, Snape stopped walking abruptly. Harry too, stopped and looked at him, Ron and Hermione catching up to his side, all looking at their professor in question.

"What's wrong, sir?"

But Snape did not respond. In fact, he was evidently having a hard time struggling to stand normally, arms out-stretched and shaking violently.

Afraid that Snape would snarl at him if he offered help, Harry contained himself with yet another, "Are you okay, sir?"

Hermione looked awfully worried and frightened as Snape ignore them and continued shaking, but now his eyes bulging also.

"Do- do you think he's-he's alright?" she whispered, trembling.

"Dunno." Harry continued staring at the now covering his face with his hands Potions Master.

Ron approached him and said rather anxiously, "Professor, are you- can you walk? We've got to- go back inside the castle. Professor-"

He was cut off suddenly by Snape, who crouched on the floor, grabbing the grass on the ground as if to keep himself steady. He was panting hard and blood was sputtering down his chin from his mouth.

"Snape!" Harry cried out distinctively. He knelt down on the ground instantly; wanting to see what was bothering the usually calm, cold but cool minded Potions Master.

"What are you- you-"" Snape said breathlessly, looking up Harry. Then, without any warning, his eyelids dropped and so did his body. Collapsing sideways on the cold ground, he fainted motionlessly.

* * *

Harry stood there with Hermione and Ron, all gaping at the man lying at their knees. They were all shocked for a full minute, then-

"Do you- is he- is he dead?" It was Hermione who broke the silence by voicing the same chilling question going on in the other two's minds.

Ron blinked a several times and knelt down beside Harry. He grabbed Snape's arm, which was lying motionlessly beside its owner, and wrapped his fingers around the wrist.

"That's- that's a pulse. Not dead." concluded Ron rather unconvincingly. Harry stared at Snape's immobile body for another second, and then it was Grasp's mighty roar from the distance which brought all three of them back to reality-

"NO! NO! NO! OUT!"

Footsteps pounded on the ground, stating clearly that the attacker was getting nearer and nearer. Widening his eyes, Harry shouted to his two friends, "Hurry, he's coming this way! Ron, you grab his shoulders- Hermione the middle- I'll get the legs- let's get out of here!"

The three acted instantly, hovering on the positions appointed. "One- two- three- lift!"
Harry grunted at the weight of the Potions Master as they lifted him with their might. Not sparing another second standing there, he pulled Snape's legs to him and led the way backwardly heading towards the castle.

"GRAWP WANT- FOOD!"

The giant had broken out of the Forest, thundering with its strong vocal cord as it did. Harry, Ron and Hermione froze just for a moment, gaping at the giant, and then Ron nudged them to run faster- which was very difficult, carrying Snape's able-body.

"Almost- there!" gasped Harry as he ran with difficulty. The castle was in front of them- just a few more yards- Grawp was actually following them, gaining easily- one more yard- the giant was breathing on them -few more feet-

SLAM. Hermione kicked the back door of the Great hall wide open and they threw Snape's body inside. "Get in, Ron!" Harry shouted as he turned and whipped his wand out to face the ascending attacker. Ron pulled Hermione inside as Harry bellowed,

"IMPEDIMENTA!"

There was a muffled yell from the giant which meant that Harry had succeed- but he knew the spell would only hold a few seconds, he had to get inside-

"Arugh!"

Harry was suddenly pulled backwards by a pair of hands. Rushing up to shut the door, Hermione was faced white, shaking, but she managed to say, "Dumbledore'll take care of him- let's get to Madame Promfrey."

Harry was about to mount Snape's weight on his shoulders again when a familiar voice called form the behind, "Harry! Ron! Hermione!"

It was Lupin. He was running towards them, his expression mixed with confusion and concern. He approached them and glanced from Harry's torn robes to the unconscious Snape, then said, "What the hell-"

Harry shook his head and grabbed Lupin by the wrists. "We'll explain later- we need to get to the Hospital Wing now."

Lupin nodded and pulled out his wand to charm Snape's body floating a few feet from the ground. Using his wand to drive Snape, he turned to the other three and together, they ignored the astonished and shocked looks on their fellow student's face- whom were authorized by Tonks and Kingsley in recent- and headed to the Hospital Tower, Hermione sobbing quietly beside Harry.

One glance at her told Harry that the reason she was crying was not because of her revolting injuries- but their faithful friend who was now bounded to get sacked- Hagrid.

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