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Snape
remained in Harry's cell feeling restless, he wished that there were more that
he could do. He sat fiddling with the
clasp of his cloak.
His
attention was drawn to Harry as the boy started to move.
He's
waking up. Thought Severus getting up
slowly and walking over to Harry.
When
Harry did finally open his eyes and sit up Snape was shocked. The expression of fear and confusion that
dominated Harry's visage seemed very out of place on Harry's thin face.
"Harry,
it's okay. It's me, Professor Snape."
Said
Snape trying to calm the nervous shivering boy who had curled himself up and
backed against the wall struggling with the binds on his hands.
The
green eyes shot to Snape's face and looked over him dubiously. Then there was a flicker of recognition and
Harry smiled.
~~~*~~~*~~~
Harry woke up with a killer headache, but that wasn't what bothered
him, he was struggling to remember where he was. He looked around noticing a dark damp cell and a menacing looking
man leaning over him. He shifted away
from the man quickly. He was just
wondering how he might escape when the man spoke.
That voice! It was
so familiar! And the name… a
professor… He rather reluctantly looked
up at the man's face. He felt the
recognition flood through him and he smiled with relief.
"Professor Snape! What happened?" Cried Harry.
Snape looked very relieved.
"You've been hit by the Anillia Equanimia. But it doesn't seem to have taken too strong
a hold of you yet." He said retreating
back to his chair.
Harry started rubbing his head, which was still sore, and
his forehead felt uneven.
"What's that on my forehead?" Asked Harry innocently.
The horrified look on Snape's face made Harry instantly
regret having asked about the strange lightening shaped groove.
~~~*~~~*~~~
Everyone in the room had watched with a sense of awe as
Dumbledore had turned away from them obviously enraged. He radiated power. As he turned back to face them all he had visibly relaxed, but
his intense eyes revealed the blazing determination and resolve that they had
all needed to see.
"Someone get Dawn Inigma and get Draco Malfoy as
well." He said with the authoritative
tone that his voice had lacked ever since Voldemort's attack.
Once jolted into action the room was soon cleared and only
Arabella and Sirius remained with Dumbledore.
"Albus, what are we going to do? I don't think we have much time." Said Arabella wringing her hands nervously.
"Firstly I'll have to reassemble the Order properly,
they've all been contacted by Minerva, I'm sure they'll come if I ask. We've got to get contact with Severus
somehow. Obviously Harry is our main
concern, and Severus is our best hope of rescuing him." Said Dumbledore determinedly
"Why do you want to see Draco Malfoy?" Asked Sirius, his curiosity getting the
better of him.
"I don't think it would be a good idea to have him present
at the announcement of Harry Potter's death. I want him to talk to Arabella whilst I give the announcement." Said Dumbledore.
"But Albus! Surely
you can't believe that he can be turned!" Cried Arabella indignantly.
"I have to Bella." Said Dumbledore sadly, "besides, that's what you said about Severus
Snape."
And to that Arabella had no reply.
~~~*~~~*~~~
Snape continued to stare in disbelief and horror as Harry
frowned back at him in confusion.
"What's wrong professor?" Asked Harry eventually, there was a hint of apprehension in his voice.
Snape could not form any words to answer the boy's
question… Everything's wrong!... his mind was screaming.
"H-H-Harry" He stuttered
"Yes?" Answered
Harry, still rubbing his head.
"Can you tell me your parents' names?" Asked Snape holding Harry's gaze as steadily
as he could.
A slight shadow passed over Harry's face before he lifted
his head confidently and exclaimed,
"Of course I can! I've lived with them for long enough! Vernon and Petunia Dursley."
Harry noted the way Snape had flinched at his answer, and
he was again confused.
"And… Your surname is…?" Snape whispered
"Really professor! This is stupid! My name is Harry
Thomas Dursley. Now what on Earth is
going on?" Replied Harry, his voice
rising.
What colour had remained clinging to Snape's face now
dissipated immediately on hearing Harry give himself that name and the three
words rang in Severus Snape's ears like the taunts of inner demons…
Harry Thomas Dursley…
Harry Thomas Dursley…
The servant of the dark lord!
Snape shuddered and fled the cell in a flood of confusion,
hatred and terror.
Harry was left alone. He tried to make sense of things… he felt sure that everything he'd said
had made sense. But now there was a
strong nagging doubt. He realised that
he was still rubbing his head. He
paused his hand and traced his finger along the jagged scar, the feeling of
doubt started to grow. It felt as
though there was a heavy weight suppressing his mind. Harry hit the wall behind him angrily… It was something to do
with the scar.
~~~*~~~*~~~
Harry Thomas Dursley…
How long before that became
Harry Thomas Riddle…
And ultimately
Thomas Marvolo Riddle…?
Thought Snape feeling sick to his stomach. He pulled at his slick, greasy hair trying
to think, but nothing came to him as he paced the corridor still trying to come
to terms with what he'd heard. He
almost flattened the Death Eater who came round the corner.
"Argh!.. Oh, Severus Snape, the master has granted your
request… I'd get going quickly if I was you!" Squeaked Wormtail as he staggered backwards.
Without a word Severus swept down the corridor
towards where the team of Death Eaters were gathering.
He had to talk to Dumbledore.
~~~*~~~*~~~
Harry hadn't been alone for long, but it was long enough
for the doubt to be firmly planted in his head. He gulped nervously… If what he'd said earlier wasn't true, then
who was he really? And why did he feel
so eager to adopt a different identity?
His solitude was not long lasting, another Death Eater
entered, and as soon as he lowered his hood and revealed himself Harry knew…
He knew who he really was…
He knew what was really happening…
He knew that he was terrified of forgetting everything
again…
"Wormtail!" He
tried to yell.
The man who had betrayed his parents, James and Lily
Potter,
The man who had condemned his own fried, Harry's godfather,
to 12 years in Azkaban and a life on the run,
The man that Harry had allowed to live…
The memories came flooding back and with it a sense of deep
relief that he knew who he was again, along with the unbelievable fright of
knowing how easily he'd forgotten.
The shock was so great that it rocked him, but it helped to
fix the newly returned memory to stick. He glared at Peter Pettigrew.
"You deserve worse than death you scum!" He growled.
Peter was shocked.
Harry
was supposed to have lost his mind! No
wonder Snape had been agitated! Harry
was resisting Voldemort's curse!
It
will be a useful weapon…
He
would use his animagus form.
Peter Pettigrew watched in pure disbelief as the boy
started to change shape, to grow. He
passed out when the gleaming, pure white dragon lunged towards him.
Harry brushed past the unconscious Death Eater. In his dragon form he felt the primal urge
to escape even more strongly. He rushed
out into the maze of corridors.
Two Death Eaters rounded the corner and spotted Harry. "A dragon!" Yelled the larger one. His
gormless voice reminded Harry strongly of Vincent Crabbe… It was probably his
father… The other Death Eater was more composed and drew his wand.
Before Harry could react he'd been hit by the conjunctiva
curse.
He'd never known this sort of pain… His eyes were on
fire! He was blind!
Harry roared with the pain, sending forks of fire down the
corridor. He felt the rising panic, he
couldn't see anything, blindly, he stumbled away from the Death Eaters, but he
hadn't gone far before he heard the paralysing noise of Voldemort's cold
laughter.
~~~*~~~*~~~
Arabella smiled with relief, it was the first time she'd
felt Harry fighting against the curse,
"He's coming back." She whispered. "He's
remembering. Severus must be helping
him."
"What are you talking about you crazy woman?" Sneered Draco who was sat opposite Arabella
looking sulky.
"Don't talk to me that way Mr Malfoy." Said Arabella calmly fixing her gaze on the
defiant face of the young Slytherin.
"You know why you are here of course."
"No." Spat Draco,
glaring.
"Don't lie to me. You know a lot about what's going on, probably more than we do." Continued Arabella… "And I think you'd better start sharing."
"And why should I?" Snarled Draco.
"Because I know things about you as well Draco…"
*~~~~~~~~~~*
Dumbledore knew that the teachers didn't need to use magic
to appear grief stricken, all they had to do was think of Harry trapped in
Voldemort's lair, or of Cedric Diggory.
He stood in front of the students who were waiting
expectantly.
"I'm sure you have all noticed the absence of Mr Harry
Potter and his friends." There was a
ripple of turned heads as the school acknowledged the empty seats at the
Gryffindor table.
"It is my sad duty to inform you all that Voldemort has
finally succeeded where he has failed so many times before. He has killed Harry Potter."
The room remained silent, the Great Hall had never known
such silence as this. Even the
enchanted ceiling was still. Dumbledore
felt guilty for misleading the school, but it was crucial to his plans that
Voldemort believe that they had fallen for his deception.
"There will be a memorial honouring this brave young man to
whom we owed so much. This young man
who many of us knew as more than a famous name. And classes will remain cancelled until further notice."
The silence was complete and seemed to press down on
everybody in the room. Then suddenly it
was shattered.
"No! Not
Harry! I wont believe it! You're wrong!" Screamed a voice. Everybody in the Hall fixed their eyes on the person who stood trembling
with emotion unable to accept what she had heard.
Ginny Weasley pointed a finger at Dumbledore accusingly.
"Why are you trying to hurt us? It isn't true! It can't
be!"
Dumbledore
looked quickly over to Minerva McGonagall who was staring at Ginny in
completely astounded.
The Head of Gryffindor House responded by leading Ginny from
the hall while the girl held the headmaster's gaze ignoring the tears that ran
down her cheeks, her screams and shouts had stopped, but her eyes held the same
message.
Harry isn't dead… I know he isn't.
And Dumbledore believed her.
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