Hi…I apologize for the shortness of the last chapter. I promise to make this one longer! J

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When Harry finally stopped screaming, Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore jumped to his side. Twelve minutes. Voldemort's control was growing. The professors could see that Harry was unconscious. His bright red scar was returning to its usual color, and his breathing evened out.

"Minerva, look," Albus murmured as he took Harry's hand. Up and down both of his arms, there were little tiny cuts, each oozing red blood.

"This is from the curse?" McGonagall asked, though she clearly knew the answer. Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

"Minerva, go get Poppy. She probably won't be awake, though. I put a silencing spell on the room so he wouldn't wake up the entire school again, in the event that such an event occurred. Even though we can't do anything about the visions, these cuts can be healed."

"Right away, Albus." McGonagall left, only to return a few moments later with a very tired-looking Madame Pomfrey.

"Hello, Poppy."

"Albus," she said in reply.

"These cuts need to be healed," said the Headmaster, motioning toward Harry's arms. The medi-witch put a hand over her mouth and her eyes went wide.

"How-" she stammered shakily.

"The Cruciatus curse. Come on, Poppy! Surely you can do something."

"Oh, of course. Move!" she said to Dumbledore, switching over into nurse mode. Dumbledore stepped back and watched the witch work. Within minutes, the cuts were gone. Madame Pomfrey smiled at Albus victoriously.

"Well, Albus, the cuts are healed. He's still unconscious, though. I'm going to get one of Severus's Post-Cruciatus potions. Stay with him, will you?"

Dumbledore nodded. Harry was trembling and mumbling nonsense words, signs of the after-effects of the Cruciatus. Albus sighed. The poor child was witnessing- no, experiencing- so much horror at such a young age. He was the savior of the wizarding world, but he was still only a child.

Dumbledore took Harry's trembling hand and sat down, tracing circles onto the boy's hand while getting lost in thought. He didn't notice when Poppy came in, or when she left. He didn't even notice the boy start to stir until Harry was very nearly awake.

Dumbledore stood over the teenager as his emerald green eyes fluttered open.

"Professor?" he asked weakly. Dumbledore smiled and took Harry's hand again.

"Hello, Harry. How are you feeling?"

"I'm exhausted," he said, and looked around. "Where's Professor McGonagall?"

"I'm here, Potter, I'm here," said Minerva, walking swiftly to the boy's side. "I was in my chambers. How are you, Harry?" She smiled at him, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"It was different this time," he whispered.

"Harry, if you don't want to talk about it yet-"

"No," Harry said, determined. "This is my job. I wouldn't be having these visions if it wasn't necessary. And this is urgent."

"Well then, Harry, go on," Dumbledore said softly, smiling pleasantly.

"It was different this time," he repeated. "It felt like I was inside Snape's mind, like I could hear what he was doing and thinking. That was at the beginning of the curse. After a while, I couldn't touch his mind any more. I don't know, I assume that maybe he stopped thinking. Whatever. I didn't have a lot of time to look around before the curse took full effect, but I could kind of see a little."

McGonagall looked at him earnestly, silently pleading with him to continue.

"The door behind me was opened slightly, and I could see through a window that was right out in the hallway. It was dark outside but there were lots of trees. It seems that wherever Snape is, it's on a hill. The window was way up, so the building must be multi-storied. The wood on the door was really old, and was ripped up or clawed at or something. And the stone beneath me was freezing cold."

Harry shook his head warily. "I'm sorry, Professors. That's all I know."

Dumbledore didn't look disappointed. "That's quite alright, Harry. You can only see what they give you."

Harry nodded.

"How was Severus?" asked McGonagall.

"Professor Snape? He was terrible, much worse than I. He was barely awake when they dragged him up to Voldemort again. He's got cuts all over him, all over.. and he's bleeding like crazy. He seemed very weak."

Dumbledore lowered his head. "I told him not to go back. I've asked him a thousand times not to go back!"

"It's not your fault, Albus," Minerva said comfortingly. She looked up at Harry, who was smiling.

"Do you think it's possible.. I mean, I was in Snape's mind. Do you think that I could talk to him, somehow?" Harry asked.

McGonagall looked at him like he had been dropped on his head as a child and never fully recovered, but Dumbledore actually seemed to think that it was a decent idea.

"It's been done before, Harry. Especially among family."

Harry scowled at the last statement. "He's not my family."

"I know that, Harry. Though you may not think of him as your family, you are related, whether you like it or not. That might make it easier for you to communicate with him," Dumbledore said softly.

Minerva looked from Dumbledore to Harry wildly.

"Related?" she inquired, the curiosity in her voice unmistakable.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and looked at Harry, who scowled and turned to Minerva.

"Professor Snape is.. my biological father," he snarled, obviously not pleased with sharing the news.

Minerva gasped. "How is that possible? You look so much like-"

"It was glamourie, Minerva. As you can see, it's wearing off. By the time he's fifteen, in less than a month, he'll look nothing like he used to. Harry and Severus just recently found out about this, and it's still a bit of a touchy subject."

"I noticed," said McGonagall, eyeing the scowl that had settled across Harry's face.

"ANYWAY, Professor," said Harry, changing the subject, "I'm going to have a heck of a time communicating with Snape while we're both under Cruciatus. Is there any way for me to, like, initiate a vision? So I can speak with him while we're not being tortured?"

Dumbledore frowned in thought, as did McGonagall. "I really have no idea, Harry," admitted Dumbledore. He turned to the transfiguration professor. "Minerva?"

"I've never heard of anything like that, Harry. But of course, I'm not very familiar with visions. Since these visions happen in your sleep, I suggest that you sleep. Try to concentrate on talking to Professor Snape. That might work," the witch suggested, though she still looked doubtful.

 "Okay. I'll go to sleep. I mean, yeah, this is weird, but it could work."

McGonagall lifted an eyebrow at him.

"Weird things happen to men! What can I say? Knowing my history, it's very possible," argued Harry.

"Alright, Harry. Go to sleep. Even if this doesn't work, you deserve some much-needed sleep," interjected Dumbledore.

Harry wasn't listening. His mind was already on the task ahead, and his eyes were drooping sleepily. Before he knew it, he was already slipping into sleep.

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Two hours later, after Minerva had long fallen asleep in her chair, Dumbledore looked over at Harry's face. A strange blue light was radiating from the boy's scar. Dumbledore woke up McGonagall.

"Look, Minerva," he said. The Transfiguration professor awoke groggily and looked over at Harry. Her eyes widened.

"What does this mean, Albus?"

The headmaster smiled. "I think he's done it, Minerva. I think he's in Severus's mind."

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Severus Snape woke with a start. Someone was calling his name.

Snape, it whispered. Professor Snape!

Snape tried to open his eyes, but couldn't find the strength.

Don't try to get up, Professor. You don't have to talk- I don't really know how to explain this, but I'm in your mind. Just think to talk to me.

Is this real?

Yes.

Who are you?

It's me, Professor. It's Harry Potter.

Potter?

Yes?

How?

It's one of my visions. I've been with you every time you get hit with Cruciatus.

You can feel this?

Yes. When you get hit, I do, too. But you're injured far worse than I am.

Why are you here?

To get you out.

Excuse me?

To find out where you are. My visions don't tell  me much, since Voldemort is always in a dark room. We're trying to figure out where his hideout is so Dumbledore can come and get you out. Do you know where you are? Can you tell us anything about where you're being held?

This is a dream, Potter.

Just answer the question.

I don't know where the hideout is. Voldemort never told any of the death eaters anything.

That doesn't help me. What about your surroundings? Forests? Birds? Special types of plants that only grow in certain areas? You're a potions master. Think, Professor!

Don't order me around.

You're in no position to argue.

Fine, Potter. When I've been here before, I've seen forests of really large trees. Larger than I've ever seen. I don't hear birds or animals. I think they're too afraid to come up here. The house is on a hill. There's a village at the bottom. This land may have been a farm or a garden of some type- there are a bunch of dead plants where a garden could have been. The entire place smells like death. Like there are corpses in here. God, I don't know. Maybe it's me.

You are lying in a pool of your own blood.

That makes me feel better.

Sorry, Professor. So do you have ANY idea where you are? Any guesses at all?

Not really.

Hmm. Okay. When I'm able to leave the hospital wing, I'll be joining Dumbledore and McGonagall to research where you might be.

Mm.

Alright. Try to get rest, Professor. Don't make Voldemort too angry.

Potter?

Yes, Professor?

How in the world did you get inside my head?

Something to do with my connection to Voldemort?

So through your connection with Voldemort, you got inside my head. Very original, Potter.

Dumbledore suggested that it may be because we're.. um.. related.

Pah.

That's what I thought.

Good.

Alright, I'm leaving now. We'll try our best, Professor. Don't let him get you down.

Get out of my head, Potter.

Goodbye, Professor!

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