A/N: I know people were upset by my ending of the last one. I know I left you hanging but hey I actually got people who said that they wanted to read my story. I would love some new reviews so if there's people reading this that aren't reviewing.please oh please review! And a quick recap for just in case..

Raising his wand above his head Ron prepared to utter the few words that would end his best friends life. But his once kind eyes showed no pity or remorse for what he was about to do. "Avada Kedav.."

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There was a burst of light and Ron fell to the floor next to Neville.

Harry looked up in surprise. 'What's going on?' Harry was startled to see Ron lying on the floor. 'Who could have saved me? It couldn't be Dumbledore could it?' Harry thought turning around. "Dumbledore is that you?"

"Ah. Indeed for once it's not your precious headmaster here to save you. I have defeated him already." the voice said offhandedly. "But I thought you knew that."

"Voldemort?" questioned Harry in a hollow voice. "But.but why did you stop him?"

"I have my reasons Potter," he hissed reducing his red eyes to slits. "Now get back in your cell before I come to my senses and kill you."

"No!"

"What did you say to me boy?"

"I said no. Lets end this here and now."

"How dare you defy me!" he bellowed. "If you won't go willingly then perhaps this will persuade you. Crucio!"

Harry collapsed to the floor in spasms of pain. His leg began twitching violently and his scar was seering with pain. "Alright," he gasped finally. Harry felt the curse lift slightly, just enough for him to crawl into his cell. Hearing the bars clang shut behind him he sank down from his knees and slipped into an exhausted sleep.

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"Wormtail?" the dark lord hissed.

"Yes master," cried a short plump man running up to him.

"Tell me what have you been doing?"

"I've been guarding the doorways into the dungeon my lord," he said with a bow.

"Then can you explain to me how Neville Longbottom and Ronald Weasley got in and spoke to our prisoner Harry Potter?"

"Someone..in here. Talking to Harry Potter..." the man squeaked.

"Yes." he replied icily. "Explain."

"I.my lord.."

"Wormtail do not tell me you fell asleep again!" he cried exasperatedly.

The man cowered down and put a single silver hand up protesting. "Ple...please master.." he whimpered.

"Why do I suffer with your insolence?!? You may have come to me in my moment of need, but you are proving to be more trouble than is worth. Do you know what could have happened? I've kept Ron around because of all the hate he has. It's enough for me to make him work for me. But you know how much he would like to kill Harry for what he's done. Unlike you he is willing to fight, and fight to the death. He is not weak and will stop at nothing to kill Harry."

"I know master."

"This is not just his life that you were playing with you fool!!!"

The tiny man shrunk into the corner even farther. Crying into his robes he begged for mercy.

"Get up!" he spat. "I don't want you in my sight!"

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Harry slowly opened his eyes. The pain in his head had subdued to a small ache. But when he tried to get up it sent a shot of pain across his forehead. Falling back Harry was surprised to find himself lying on the damp ground of the dungeon. Flashes came back to him...Neville crumpled on the floor, Ron was alive, Cho.., Harry shuddered. And then. someone saved him. How had he lived until today..Harry wasn't sure. What day was it anyway? He glanced up at the stone wall where there were countless tic marks that appeared to have been drawn randomly. But Harry alone seemed to understand them for he gave a startled gasp and blurted out, "I've been asleep for six days?"

"Almost seven actually. You're lucky he didn't kill you when he had the chance."

Harry recognized that voice from somewhere. Turning around Harry found him face to face with a hook nosed, sallow skinned wizard. "Snape? You...you traitor!"

"Ah your not one to talk Potter. That little spell you performed was above what I thought you were capable of. Being the.celebrity that you think you are you never really made it a point to study much did you? You always thought it easier to ask Ms. Granger to help you. So not surprisingly the spell didn't even work correctly. You weren't able to remove Mr. Weasley's soul though you did manage to remove all his happy memories, his dreams, and hopes, etc. But you can live without them. You're living proof enough of that. I wouldn't dream of you ever having any hope of making it in this world. However quite unfortunately you are still alive." Snape finished with a sneer.

Harry could feel his anger boiling up again. If it weren't for the bars separating him and Snape he would have killed him right then, screw the wand. Instead Harry gave a very forced smile and replied, "Well obviously one can live without a soul too. Look at you."

"You better watch your temper now boy it could get you into a lot of trouble. Look where it's already gotten you. You're locked in a dungeon, your best friend is trying to kill you, and everything that you hold dear has been taken away."

"Why are you really here Snape?" Harry questioned, his eyes narrowed. "Did Voldemort send you here to try and break a deal with me?"

Snape's impish grin seemed to flicker for a moment before he gave a harsh laugh that seemed to echo through the room. "The Dark Lord doesn't make deals Potter!

"Then why am I still alive?"

"He must have some plan for you believe me. No one would actually want to keep you around for a long time." Snape shot him a look that Harry was positive could kill a small goat and continued. "Are you really that dense Potter that you don't get it? He should have killed you last week and not even his most faithful death eaters seem to know why he's kept you around."

Suddenly Harry realized something. As Snape drew closer the smell of alcohol seemed to grow. Looking up Harry could see Snape's eyes slip in and out of focus and his pale face seemed to be tinged with red. But why would he..why would Snape be drunk.. The idea seemed absolutely preposterous. If anyone had told him a year ago that he'd be locked in a dungeon and Snape would be spilling his secrets after having too much Firewhisky Harry would have sent them straight to Madame Pomfrey. What bothered him the most was why.Why would Snape be able to get down here in the first place? Why would he want to? And why would Snape be drunk?

"-died I thought that was just going to be the end."

"Wait! What do you mean? Who died?"