Sorry this chapter is so short guys- I am working a full day again tomorrow and I am so tired! But thankyou for all your reviews, I really appreciate them. They make me happi after I get home from work!- anyway, hope u enjoy this- and review sum more!!


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Harry woke up and sat bolt upright in bed. He had just had dream, but he felt strange, the feeling that he distinctly recognized when Voldemort's feeings penetrated his mind, but this time it was not just one feeling, this time the complex thoughts of the Dark Lord's mind had just been dumped upon him. He felt Angry- Angry with Snape because he knew that he was not loyal to him- yet, when he penetrated the man's mind, all he found were thoughts and memories that suggested otherwise. He felt like Severus was fly that he couldn't swot- but one mistake from his 'loyal' Death eater and he would pounce. He felt a great deal of anger towards Albus Dumbledore, and a emotion beyond anger to Harry-himself- the boy who lived, who killed Lord Voldemort. He felt excitement and anticipation of the plan he was going to put into motion- the one that would end the lives of Potter and Dumbledore, and how he would torture Harry, he could and would use any of his sinister methods of torment on the boy.....


He was snapped out of the feelings of his worst enemy by this last thought- he could not stop himself from shaking. He had just felt like he hated himself- and willingly- what was more, he had been excited about his own torture. Without a sound, Harry slipped on his dressing gown and invisibility cloak, and snuck out the portrait hole, on his way to Dumbledores office.


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Harry got to the gargoyle, slipped off his cloak, and realized he had no idea what the password was. He forced his tired brain to think, but suddenly he heard footsteps down the corridor. He looked for somewhere to hide, and pulled the invisibility cloak on, but it was too late.


"Potter." A cold, familliar voice came from behind him, and he lowered the invisibility cloak.

Anger burned in his mind again, but this was far different from what Voldemort had felt.

"What do you suppose you are doing walking the halls at this hour of the night?" he sneered.


"I need to talk to Professor Dumbledore," Harry said defensively.


"And why would that be?" Snape said in a very 'not interested' voice


"Why would I tell you?" Harry spat, unable to control himself, "You're more than likely going to sell me out to Voldermort."


"Didn't I tell you not to use HIS name?" Snape glared,


"Why shouldn't I?" Harry snarled.


"Because if he murders Albus Dumbledore, and comes for you, no more will you be the brave and Arrogant Harry Potter, but you will be scared of him, and believe me, I have seen how he tortures people who he has no hate for. You will wish you never used his name, and you shall be useless to us while in his custody, just like your stupid Godfather was all along," Snape snapped back.


"Don't you dare say that about Sirius," Harry yelled, and lunged himself at Snape, punching him as hard as he could. His own wand fell out of his robes, and rolled across the floor, and he didn't notice

that Dumbledore had come down. The next thing he knew was that he was being restrained magically, and he was dragged over to Dumbledore. But he was so angry he was blinded, and he struggled valliantly against the spell.


"Harry, Harry, calm down," he said, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder. The boy knocked it off, and glared at Snape with a look of pure hatred.


"Harry," Dumbledore tried again, "Come into my office, please," he said, and the boy reluctantly went up the stairs.


"Severus, I will talk with you later," Dumbledore whispered, "I will sort this out first, he cannot run around the school like this."


"He shouldn't be here. With a temper like that he is a danger to the other students," Snape spat, and turned on his heel, and walked off down the corridor.


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Dumbledore made some tea, and slid a cup across the table to Harry.


"What happened?" He finally asked, his voice clearly showing dissapointment.


"He insulted Sirius," Harry said heatedly, "He said he was useless to the Order, that he was doing nothing while everyone else was working hard."


"Harry, I am not going to hide this, I am dissapointed in you. You assaulted a member of the staff, and you could be expelled for it. However, I do realise you and Professor Snape do not see eye to eye, and I also believe he might have been provoking you, however I would have hoped you would hold your temper. I do not think he will tell anyone, so I am willing to forget this incident. I want an apology made to him in person, and you will see Professor McGonnagal to discuss a detention. I would assign Professor Snape to that, yet I do not think that would be very wise. Now what did you want to discuss with me so badly?"


"I uh..... had a...........actually, I have no idea what it was," Harry started, "I woke up and all of a sudden I just had all these emotions that wern't mine- I think they were Voldemorts."


"What exactly was he feeling?" Dumbledore frowned.


"Frustration..........and anger.....with Snape," Harry said, "He knows that he is not loyal to him, but he can't prove it to himself. But one little mistake and he will strike."

Dumbledore looked mildly worried.


"Very well, I will have to tell Severus to be more careful in future.


"He also hates you very much, for making it so difficult to get to me- he is excited that his plan will be put in motion soon and he is more than looking forward to torturing.....me," Harry choked out,

Dumbledore looked at Harry with concern.


"Then I too must tread with care, if you are hurt because of me I could never forgive myself,"

he said gravely, "But for now Harry, you should go to bed, because you will be too tired to concentrate in your lessons tomorrow."


Harry nodded, and got up.


"Thankyou Professor," he said,


"You make sure you apologize to Professor Snape, Harry," Dumbledore said sternly.

Harry nodded grudgingly, and pulled his invisibility cloak around him, dissapearing from Dumbledore's office.


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Snape was nearly asleep on a couch in front his fire when Dumbledore stepped through it.

He blinked, and straightened himself in the chair.


"Headmaster," he said tiredly as Dumbledore stood before him, "I wasn't expecting you down here,"


"Nor was I Severus," Dumbledore sank into a nearby seat, "I have just spoken to Harry, and he is to make an apology to you, so I expect you to respond in a civil manner to him," Snape snorted, and Dumbledore looked at him, a slightly angry look in his eyes.


"I mean it Severus, if he can come down here and apologize after you insulted his godfather, you can remain civil to him,"

"Alright," Snape sighed heavily, and muttered something under his breath. Dumbledore ignored it.


"Now what was it you wanted to tell me?" he asked,


"I got summoned- again. Voldemort was angry I did'nt try anything when we went to get Potter,"

He sneered, "I think he thought I was lying to him, but he couldn't get through my mind, so he let me go."


"Voldemort is further ahead than we thought. He knows you are lying to him, and he is waiting for you to slip up. It will only take one small mistake and you will be dead," Dumbledore sighed, "But you always were very good at Occulmeny, I only wish you wouldn't refuse to teach Harry. I simply do not have the time."


"He is still having his dreams then?" Snape asked coldly.


"No. He is now experiencing the complex thoughts of Voldemort, and we are both telling you that you need to be extremely careful," Dumbledore made his point clear.


"What?" Snape looked up hurriedly. Dumbledore saw that this had caught him by surprise.


"Is it really that hard for you to realize that he may hate you, but deep down he really wouldn't want you dead?" Dumbledore asked, a small smile on his face.


"Of course he doesn't care," Snape snapped, "you told him to keep him up to date with anything concerning his scar, and he obliged. Now if you will please excuse me I think I will go to bed."


"I know there is no arguing with you when you are in a mood like this," Dumbledore smiled more, "so I will leave you to think. And please, don't be too cruel to Harry if he does apologize," he left the room, leaving Snape on his own, to think to himself.


~What if Dumbledore was right- what if he really did care that Voldemort was going to kill his least favourite teacher.~ He shook his head. Of course not, he wouldn't, and with that, he stubbornly ended that trail of though and lay down on his bed, not bothering with covers. He felt far too tired, and he fell asleep the second his head rested on the pillow.


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Ok, lol, all u guys who like Snape don't kill me- Im just writing IC- and I carried out something that Harry has been threatening to do since the third book, LOL, - but I don't hate Snape, lol- he's pretty cool- I might have a go at Servitus's challenge as soon as I get the time to, so if ne-one is interested, I will post a note with this Story when I try it. Oh well, the next chapter will certianly be interesting- hope ya'll come bak to find out what happens.


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