Ah, welcome back! Okay, so this chapter has an angry Harry, accidental magic in a big way(you'll see what I mean), more wandless magic, and, well, other strange occurances. I told you it would get weird! Thanks a bunch to Elfmoon87, artful dodger, raose, atari420, cloudburst2000, xirleb70, tantz, fnxmoon, calani, bonnie, piggie, charma1219, enahma, mikee, and lady lightning for all of your wonderful reviews! Thank you guys so much-you keep me going!

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Harry turned back to his book as the professors kept researching. The teenager wrote down the ingredients he would need and went on to find other potions that may prove useful. There were two highly acidic potions that burned through almost any type of metal, and another that would stop the drinker from feeling any type of pain. He would make all of these potions the next day, if possible.

Harry was going to need somebody to help him- McGonagall, perhaps. He certainly wouldn't be able to ask Remus. The poor man would probably blast them both into oblivion.

After writing down the remaining ingredients, Harry looked at his professors, who all seemed entirely preoccupied. He decided to shock them into paying attention.

Harry grinned wickedly. Perhaps the deterioration of the charm and lack of sleep was brining out his mischievous side, as well.

"So professors," he began, "I've been thinking about my previous offer to go and get captured. Now that I'm able to do this, erm, wandless magic, that wouldn't be such a problem, would it?"

Dumbledore and McGonagall stared at him incredulously, but Lupin appeared to be taking his idea seriously. Of course, that wasn't necessarily a good thing, since Lupin tended to come up with some harebrained schemes at times.

Harry grinned at the three of them.

"I hope you're joking," said Minerva.

"I was joking, but now I'm not so sure. It could actually work."

It really could work, now that he thought about it. He wasn't kidding anymore. Could he do this? Would he willingly give himself over to Voldemort to save.. Snape?

Lupin voiced Harry's concerns. "Harry, you would really do that to help SNAPE? The man has been TERRIBLE to you for years! He doesn't care what happens to you. Any suffering you bear on his part will come to no good. He's not going to thank you."

"Remus, I don't care about that. I really don't care. I'm not helping him for his thanks, or for what he thinks of me. I hate him, and he hates me. Nothing is going to change that." Harry furrowed his brows, as if trying to convince himself. "I don't really know why I feel so strongly about helping him. Really, I have no idea. But somebody has to, don't they? I just can't bear to see anybody in so much pain."

Dumbledore looked upon Harry with newfound respect. Laying their differences aside for once, Harry truly did want to help a suffering person, even if that person was Snape. And he was completely willing to sacrifice himself, as well.

"For once, Harry, I find myself agreeing with this reasoning. I would never, ever, allow one of my students to get hurt, But you, well, you're idea actually seems plausible," admitted Dumbledore.

"I agree," said Minerva.

Lupin nodded.

"Well, it seems that this is decided. Harry, we'll go to Diagon Alley and get these potions so you can make them for Minerva, Remus, and myself to get you and Severus out. How long will you need to make these?" asked Dumbledore.

"All day tomorrow, if possible. And I may require some assistance, as I will be brewing four potions that I'm not exactly familiar with.

Remus gave him a hopeful look.

Harry glared at him playfully, but he still managed to look menacing. Remus suppressed a shudder.

"Sorry, Remus, but I've been warned about your, um, ability with potions." Harry grinned, causing Minerva and Dumbledore to laugh.

Remus smiled back at him. "Ah, so Snape is corrupting you. Really, Harry! I'm excellent at potions! I only managed to melt thirteen cauldrons during my seventh year!"

Harry laughed. "Wow, Remus, you impress me."

Then, as if something sinister had choked out all of the life in the room, everyone became serious again.

"I can't believe we're letting you do this," murmured McGonagall.

Remus murmured in agreement. "This is crazy."

"But it's the only way," Harry said with a determination that surprised even him. "Surely you must see that."

"I do, Harry," croaked Dumbledore. "That's why I'm allowing you to do this. It truly is the only way."

Minerva nodded in resignation. "Well, Albus, shall we get him to Diagon Alley? I can take him, or you can, if you wish," she said.

"I'll take him. You two keep looking for the Riddle House and for Little Hangleton. I can't believe it's taken us so long to find it. And we need to figure out how Harry will be getting captured," said Dumbledore.

"An idea, if I may, Professor?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"Well, since the Riddle House and most of the death eaters are out of reach, there's only one person I can think of who would take me to Voldemort."

Dumbledore looked at him, wordlessly urging the boy to keep talking.

"Lucius Malfoy. He's a very loyal death eater, even if his son really isn't. He will take me to Voldemort."

"He'll probably beat the tar out of you before he takes you, though," Lupin spat bitterly.

"Then I better learn some healing charms as well. I'm sure that Madame Pomfrey can teach me the basics."

"So now we're submitting you to the whims of Lucius Malfoy, as well as Voldemort and all the rest of his death eaters? All for SNAPE?" yelled Lupin, obviously quite frustrated.

"Remus, you need to get over your childhood grudges. So we're risking one life for another. So what? I'm more than happy to go and help Professor Snape, even if it means that I could get hurt. I don't understand why you're protesting this so much. So you hate Snape. I do, too! But he's injured, and quite possibly dying, and really needs our help. It's already been decided that I'm doing this. And even if I hadn't been given permission, I would probably have done this anyway. Instead of complaining and trying to talk me out of this, why don't you just help me? I know you're trying to protect me, Remus, and I appreciate it, but I'm going to do this," said Harry, taking a long breath at the end of his speech.

The three professors gaped openmouthed at Harry for quite a few minutes. Harry felt slightly squeamish under the scrutiny of their shocked faces. He stared back at Dumbledore expectantly, waiting for a blow that never came.

Albus Dumbledore was shocked. He knew that he should have anticipated something like this, of course, but it was so sudden, so powerful, and so.. true. Albus could almost see the power radiating from the boy. He had no idea why, all of the sudden, Harry had become so strong, as neither Lily nor Severus were so incredibly talented, but it was very clear that Harry would soon be even more powerful than the headmaster himself.

Unknown to Harry, of course, while he was talking (never such a true word uttered, by the way), the magic in Harry's body had swirled around him in a fury, immediately concentrating on his knee and healing the wound. It had proceeded to change Harry's hair, making it even longer than before, so that now it was way past his shoulders and nearing his waist. He had, for a moment, looked exactly like Severus Snape, as well. It was almost as if it were Severus speaking, and not Harry.

Albus wondered briefly if that might be true, but quickly dismissed the thought. No, those words were definitely Harry's.

The most surprising thing that had occurred during that small fury of words, however, had been Harry's ability to stir up so much magic in the air that half of the candles in the room had gone out, tables had gracefully fallen to their sides, and nearly a quarter of the books in the library were now hovering a good three inches over their shelves, almost as if they had been levitated. Of course, Harry seemed oblivious. And Albus was still gazing at him in shock. (A/N: ACCIDENTAL MAGIC!)

"H-Harry?" stuttered Remus sheepishly. Harry blushed.

"I'm sorry, Remus. There was no reason for me to speak to you like that."

Remus's eyes widened even more than they had been, if possible. He didn't say a word, just shakingly pointed at the mess of the library behind the boy.

Harry turned around and gasped. With a wave of his hand, he brought down the levitation spell and the books dropped. He uttered a simple spell and the tables turned back to their original positions and the candles flared back to life. Harry turned back to his professors, who had slightly gotten over their shock.

"I did this?" asked Harry.

McGonagall nodded. "Yes, Harry, you did. You also, um, fixed your knee," she said, feeling kind of silly. She had seen Harry's magic work now, and it was still kind of an odd experience. She'd never heard of anything like that ever happening before.

"Really?" Harry asked, breaking her train of thought. He tested his leg a bit, and, finding it satisfactory, turned to smile at his professors. "That's kind of weird. How did I do all of this?"

"I don't know, Harry. I've never seen it before," answered Dumbledore.

"Hm. Well, anyway, are we going to Diagon Alley?"

"Um.. er, yes. Let's go," said Dumbledore, throwing a glance at Minerva. She nodded, and she and Remus sat to start looking for Voldemort's hideout yet again.