Why is it always me?
Why am I always hurting?
Why can't anyone see through my mask?
Why can't anyone love me?
I watch everyone walk around,
with someone to love them.
But yet I am sitting here alone.
Why do I have to be alone?
And Lonely?
Is it me?
Am I awful?
Am I a freak?
Is that why no one can love me?
Why is it always me?
Why am I always hurting?
Why can't anyone see through my mask?
Why can't anyone love me?
-MostEvilKitten 'Why'
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Hate is a Powerful Thing
Chapter Four: They did what!!!
By: MostEvilKitten
Harry was in a green field with flowers scattered throughout the field. They were all silver flowers. They made him smile. This was such a peaceful place to be and nothing to break the peacefulness. He lay in the middle of the field in the soft grass watching the clouds float by. The breeze softly played with his now shoulder length hair as it swept across the field.
After a while of laying like this he sat up and starting playing with the flowers. He picked one of them and studies it trying to memorize every detail of it. He smelled it and it smelled like a cross between roses and lilies. He had his eyes closed as he took in the fragrance of the flower. A shadow pasted over his eyelids, which made him open his eyes, to find a man standing over him.
The man looked like an older version of himself. He had ebony colored hair, but unlike his it was neatly cut and didn't stand on end. His eyes were the same color green has Harry's. He wore black Hogwarts robes. It was Harry in ever feature except this man didn't wear any glasses.
"Hello Harry." The man said. Harry knew this man from somewhere, but he wasn't afraid of him. He knew that the man wasn't going to hurt him. He even knew the man's name, and so he returned the greeting.
"Hello Tom."
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Sirius was laying on the hospital wing bed feeling numb. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. Not Harry. Why did they have to take him? It just wasn't fair. Couldn't they leave the boy alone for one moment? Couldn't they let him be a kid for a moment? No they had to give him things to deal with, things that even an adult would have a hard time dealing with and they gave them to a child. Why was it always Harry?
Silent tears slid down his cheeks as he sat on the bed listening to what Albus Dumbledore had to say. The ward that told them that Harry was still alive had stopped working, and that meant only one of two things. That it had gone down with the other wards, or that Harry had indeed died, but Sirius had a feeling. He knew. Something was terrible wrong, and he knew that Harry had died.
The fact that he last saw his godson being carried away by a person that looked like a Death Eater didn't give him much hope that Harry was still alive. Albus stopped talking a moment before it registered in Sirius' mind that everything was quiet, except the sobbing of Mrs. Weasley and Hermione by his side. Even if someone tried to tell him something he won't be able to make any sense of it.
He sat there staring into space and the only thing he saw was Harry's smiling face in his mind. The time when he told Harry that he could live with him. The only time that he saw Harry really smile. It was the scene that played over in his mind, torturing him. He could of have lived with Harry and they all would have been happy and safe if he just killed Peter when he had the change to a few years back. Then Voldemort wouldn't have come back and Harry would still be there with them, smiling at his jokes. Harry was really Sirius' only reason for living. He was his only reason to stay sane in Azkaban prison. Harry's safety was the only reason why he escaped that awful prison, but now that Harry was gone what would he do? What would his reason be for living now? He didn't know and that is why he sat there staring same place in front of him as he had done for the last hour, with a distant expression.
He didn't know how long he had been sitting in the bed thinking these things over, but the next thing he knew was that there was an eerie silence that hung in the darkened hospital wing. He realized that everyone had gone earlier in the day as he looked around the room, but then his eyes swept over a shadow sitting in a chair on the other side of the wing. Sirius groaned when he saw the shadow.
"Have you come to gloat Snape?" Sirius hissed at the shadow that had been watching him intently for the past couple of hours, wondering when Sirius would come out of the stupor that he was in.
"I do not gloat in something like this." Severus protested. Severus stood up from the chair and walked over to the bed that Sirius sat in. An unreadable expressionless mask set securely on his face. He sat down in the chair next to the bed.
"So then what are you doing here?" Sirius glared at him, wondering why exactly he was there.
"I don't think we should talk about it here." Said Severus as he glanced around the wing looking to see if anyone else was there, but the Weasley's and Hermione had gone back to the Burrow a couple of hours ago and Albus went to his office and so did Madam Pomfrey.
"Snape what are you up too?" questioned Sirius
"You are going to have to come with me to find out." Said Severus as he pulled out a small golden key from inside his cloak. "If you are coming you have to take a hold of the key." Sirius glanced from the key to Severus with a suspicious look.
"There is no way in hell that I am going with you with a portkey that I don't know where it goes."
"Fine, then you won't know about Harry."
"WHAT ABOUT HARRY!" Sirius yelled at him as he jumped out of bed and drove towards the darker man.
"Grab a hold of this portkey and you will know." Said Snape as he held out the small golden key. Sirius stared at the key curiously. He didn't want to go with Snape anywhere but if it was about Harry he was going to have to. Reluctantly he touched the portkey and with a tap of Snape's wand he felt a tug behind his navel.
Before he knew it he was in a dark room. This room was covered in dust as if no one had been in it for a hundred years. There were a couple of chair sitting by a dust-covered table. One of the chairs were tipped over and sitting on its side. Severus motioned for Sirius to take a seat in one of the chair, and as Sirius picked up the tipped over chair and sat down, Severus exited the room for a moment. When he came back he was holding a piece of parchment.
"Well Snape what does this have to do with Harry?" Sirius asked impatiently. Severus pulled out the other chair on the other side of the table and sat down. Then he reached over the table and placed the parchment in front of Sirius before he started to speak.
"The other day I was at a Death Eater meeting for Dumbledore." Severus started and Sirius glared at him suspiciously. "At that meeting the Dark Lord said that he knew were Harry was and would soon know how to lower that wards around the house."
"I knew it the Death Eaters took Harry and killed him." Sirius interrupted with a depressed tone in his voice.
"Please Black let me finish before you speak." Severus glared at him for a moment before starting again. God he hated being interrupted when he was trying to say something important. "I came back to Hogwarts to warning Albus about what was said in the meeting and told him that the boy should be moved from that house, but Albus didn't think it was important." Sirius went to say something but Severus brought up his hand to stop him, knowing that the man would want to say something about what Severus had just said.
"I was mad at this." Severus continued. "So I went down to my lab and made Poppy some more healing potions. On my way to deliver those potions I came across two students in the corridor arguing. Mr. Weasley and Miss. Granger were arguing about Harry and why he hadn't owl either of them all summer; even through he said he would. Mr. Weasley was troubled about the way Harry's relatives were treating him and that was the reason why they were at Hogwarts to ask the Headmaster if they could take Harry to the Burrow for the rest of the summer. I didn't like the way that sounded." Severus stopped for a moment and sighed. Sirius was on the edge of his seat willing Severus to continue the story.
"I went to Harry's relatives house. I have known each and every ward that was up around the house for years now, and so it was easy to take them down. I tried to be undetected, but I guess something I did alerted Albus. When I went into the house I went to find the room that Harry might be in. I found a room that was locked from the outside with five padlocks. When I finally got into the room it was like. like one of Voldemort's torture chambers Sirius." Sirius was getting really angry now. Snape had been the one who took Harry, but he began to get scared when he heard Severus stutter and then call him by his first name.
"I found the boy, Sirius, he was in a bad way." Severus motioned for the parchment. "Those are all the things that those fucking Muggles did to him." There was a heavy silence has Sirius picked up the parchment and read the list of injuries out loud as if to let them sink in.
"Malnutrition, Bruising covering eighty percent of the body, lacerations of the arms, legs and torso, small circular burns on the arms and legs made by cigarettes, internal bleeding around the liver and kidneys, a fractured right femur (1), a 2nd degree sprain of the right ankle (2), a dislocated left shoulder, fractured collar bone, three fractured ribs, a puncture lung from one of the broken ribs, lacerations of the back from a whip, a head concisions and." Sirius' voice had been getting weaker and weaker has he got through the list and on the last injury of the list his voice failed him all together.
He looked up at Severus, who had his elbows on the table and his face in his hands. When Severus heard Sirius stop talking he looked up into the eyes of the other man to find such sorrow and pain there. "Rape." Choked Severus.
"How could anyone do such a thing to anyone, especially a boy." Sirius' voice sound lost and confused.
"I don't know. I brought the boy back he to heal him." Started Severus.
"So he is dead then, those bastards killed him." Sirius stood up angrily.
"No Sirius, Harry is not dead." Sirius looked down at the other man.
"But the ward."
"It is true that Harry did die for a couple of minutes. Well at least physically. He stopped breathing and his heart stopped, but I got them to start again and all of his major injuries have been healed." Severus sighed again. "His is in a magically induced coma so that he can rest and heal, but he isn't out of the woods just yet. I have brought you here to help me watch after the boy, so that we can take turns being seen by Dumbledore, so that he will not get suspicious about where the boy might be. Also you will have to watch after him if I get summoned by the Dark Lord." Sirius, who was still not all completely there, nodded at what Severus just said.
"Wait why don't we just take him to the hospital wing at Hogwarts so that Poppy can take care of him."
"Have you heard nothing I told you before Black?" Severus said in an angered voice, they were back to last names. "I told Albus about a possible attack on the boy and that he was in danger, but still the Headmaster in his infinite wisdom said Harry was not to be moved. The wards around the boys house is suppose to tell him if the boys gets so much as a hangnail, but still Harry was abused by his family. You don't think that he knew that this was going on?"
"But why?" Sirius was lost. He couldn't think of why Albus Dumbledore, if he indeed knew, would let it continue, or why he would let Harry stay in a place where he was in danger.
"I know that this comes as a shock to you Black, but the Headmaster isn't as innocence as you have thought. He is a manipulative old coot that uses everyone around him as a tool to get what he wants. It is every Slytherin if you ask me."
"I can believe that. I just can't." Severus stood from his chair and headed for the door that he came from a while ago.
"Follow me. I want to show you something that might change your mind about what you think about our dear Headmaster." Sirius followed Severus through the halls of the small cottage and they finally came to another door. "Now this isn't going to be pleasant." Warned Severus.
Severus opened the door and motioned for Sirius to go inside before him. Sirius walked into the room and looked around. "My God!" said Sirius as his eyes swept over the frail body of a boy laying in a bed. "Harry!" said Sirius as he rushed over to his Godson's side. There were bruises that covered him, some of which were a greenish yellow old bruising and some were a dark purple telling Sirius that they were rather new.
"And Albus knew about every blow." Severus whispered to Sirius. "We can't tell him that we have the boy, because he would probably just send him back to the Dursley's, and neither of us want that." Sirius nodded his head in agreement.
"Okay Snape I will do it, but just for Harry's sake."
"That is all I am asking."
"How are you going to get Harry back anyways?"
"I was going to place him on the Hogwarts Express before anyone else got on. I will take off the magical coma so that he will wake up a couple of hours after the train starts out to Hogsmeade. He will never know where he was or know saved him. I was going to get his things in a couple of days, and buy his stuff new school stuff at Hogsmeade so that he could have them, but if you want to do that it is find with me."
"I will get his things from the Dursley's. I want to have a little talk with them." Sirius growled.
"I thought you might want to." Said Severus. "Well I will ask you now to watch after Harry for me. I have to go and meet with Albus." Sirius nodded in response as Severus left them alone and portkeyed back to Hogwarts.
He stalked through the corridor with his robes billowing ominously behind him. When he reached the Headmaster's office he found Albus sitting behind his desk looking through parchment after parchment in search of the answer to the 'Harry' question. Severus cleared his throat to announce that he had arrived.
"Ahh, Severus my boy, please have a seat." Albus said and motioned for a bowl of what looked like Muggle sweets wrapped in a silver wrapper and shaped in a pyramid. "Kisses?"
"Excuse me?"
"They are a Muggle sweet made of chocolate, quite good."
"No Albus. Why have you called me here?" asked Severus, although he knew exactly why he was there, he just wouldn't tell Albus that.
"I understand that you have heard the unfortunate circumstances around our Mr. Potter?" Severus looked a little confused.
"Are you talking about the plot against him by Voldemort knowing where he lives?"
"No my dear boy. The boy was taken the other day by someone who was dressed as a Death Eater and knew how to take down the wards." Severus had an expression of mock surprise on his face as Albus studied him for a moment, but then he continued when he was satisfied that Severus didn't know anything about the disappearance of Harry. "I had a ward up on him to tell me if he was alive or not, and that wards is not working anymore."
"Do you mean that Mr. Potter in dead?"
"No it means that he might be dead. That ward was connected to the other wards around the Dursley's house, and it might have stopped working with the others. I want you to go to Voldemort and see if he indeed has the boy, or if it is someone else has the boy."
"Yes Albus." Said Severus in a reluctant tone. "I will do that."
"Thank you my boy. That is all." Albus said with a little smile. Severus got up and walked out. He walked to the edge of the Apparating wards and disappeared with a pop and a sigh he was going to see Voldemort.
Why am I always hurting?
Why can't anyone see through my mask?
Why can't anyone love me?
I watch everyone walk around,
with someone to love them.
But yet I am sitting here alone.
Why do I have to be alone?
And Lonely?
Is it me?
Am I awful?
Am I a freak?
Is that why no one can love me?
Why is it always me?
Why am I always hurting?
Why can't anyone see through my mask?
Why can't anyone love me?
-MostEvilKitten 'Why'
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Hate is a Powerful Thing
Chapter Four: They did what!!!
By: MostEvilKitten
Harry was in a green field with flowers scattered throughout the field. They were all silver flowers. They made him smile. This was such a peaceful place to be and nothing to break the peacefulness. He lay in the middle of the field in the soft grass watching the clouds float by. The breeze softly played with his now shoulder length hair as it swept across the field.
After a while of laying like this he sat up and starting playing with the flowers. He picked one of them and studies it trying to memorize every detail of it. He smelled it and it smelled like a cross between roses and lilies. He had his eyes closed as he took in the fragrance of the flower. A shadow pasted over his eyelids, which made him open his eyes, to find a man standing over him.
The man looked like an older version of himself. He had ebony colored hair, but unlike his it was neatly cut and didn't stand on end. His eyes were the same color green has Harry's. He wore black Hogwarts robes. It was Harry in ever feature except this man didn't wear any glasses.
"Hello Harry." The man said. Harry knew this man from somewhere, but he wasn't afraid of him. He knew that the man wasn't going to hurt him. He even knew the man's name, and so he returned the greeting.
"Hello Tom."
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Sirius was laying on the hospital wing bed feeling numb. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. Not Harry. Why did they have to take him? It just wasn't fair. Couldn't they leave the boy alone for one moment? Couldn't they let him be a kid for a moment? No they had to give him things to deal with, things that even an adult would have a hard time dealing with and they gave them to a child. Why was it always Harry?
Silent tears slid down his cheeks as he sat on the bed listening to what Albus Dumbledore had to say. The ward that told them that Harry was still alive had stopped working, and that meant only one of two things. That it had gone down with the other wards, or that Harry had indeed died, but Sirius had a feeling. He knew. Something was terrible wrong, and he knew that Harry had died.
The fact that he last saw his godson being carried away by a person that looked like a Death Eater didn't give him much hope that Harry was still alive. Albus stopped talking a moment before it registered in Sirius' mind that everything was quiet, except the sobbing of Mrs. Weasley and Hermione by his side. Even if someone tried to tell him something he won't be able to make any sense of it.
He sat there staring into space and the only thing he saw was Harry's smiling face in his mind. The time when he told Harry that he could live with him. The only time that he saw Harry really smile. It was the scene that played over in his mind, torturing him. He could of have lived with Harry and they all would have been happy and safe if he just killed Peter when he had the change to a few years back. Then Voldemort wouldn't have come back and Harry would still be there with them, smiling at his jokes. Harry was really Sirius' only reason for living. He was his only reason to stay sane in Azkaban prison. Harry's safety was the only reason why he escaped that awful prison, but now that Harry was gone what would he do? What would his reason be for living now? He didn't know and that is why he sat there staring same place in front of him as he had done for the last hour, with a distant expression.
He didn't know how long he had been sitting in the bed thinking these things over, but the next thing he knew was that there was an eerie silence that hung in the darkened hospital wing. He realized that everyone had gone earlier in the day as he looked around the room, but then his eyes swept over a shadow sitting in a chair on the other side of the wing. Sirius groaned when he saw the shadow.
"Have you come to gloat Snape?" Sirius hissed at the shadow that had been watching him intently for the past couple of hours, wondering when Sirius would come out of the stupor that he was in.
"I do not gloat in something like this." Severus protested. Severus stood up from the chair and walked over to the bed that Sirius sat in. An unreadable expressionless mask set securely on his face. He sat down in the chair next to the bed.
"So then what are you doing here?" Sirius glared at him, wondering why exactly he was there.
"I don't think we should talk about it here." Said Severus as he glanced around the wing looking to see if anyone else was there, but the Weasley's and Hermione had gone back to the Burrow a couple of hours ago and Albus went to his office and so did Madam Pomfrey.
"Snape what are you up too?" questioned Sirius
"You are going to have to come with me to find out." Said Severus as he pulled out a small golden key from inside his cloak. "If you are coming you have to take a hold of the key." Sirius glanced from the key to Severus with a suspicious look.
"There is no way in hell that I am going with you with a portkey that I don't know where it goes."
"Fine, then you won't know about Harry."
"WHAT ABOUT HARRY!" Sirius yelled at him as he jumped out of bed and drove towards the darker man.
"Grab a hold of this portkey and you will know." Said Snape as he held out the small golden key. Sirius stared at the key curiously. He didn't want to go with Snape anywhere but if it was about Harry he was going to have to. Reluctantly he touched the portkey and with a tap of Snape's wand he felt a tug behind his navel.
Before he knew it he was in a dark room. This room was covered in dust as if no one had been in it for a hundred years. There were a couple of chair sitting by a dust-covered table. One of the chairs were tipped over and sitting on its side. Severus motioned for Sirius to take a seat in one of the chair, and as Sirius picked up the tipped over chair and sat down, Severus exited the room for a moment. When he came back he was holding a piece of parchment.
"Well Snape what does this have to do with Harry?" Sirius asked impatiently. Severus pulled out the other chair on the other side of the table and sat down. Then he reached over the table and placed the parchment in front of Sirius before he started to speak.
"The other day I was at a Death Eater meeting for Dumbledore." Severus started and Sirius glared at him suspiciously. "At that meeting the Dark Lord said that he knew were Harry was and would soon know how to lower that wards around the house."
"I knew it the Death Eaters took Harry and killed him." Sirius interrupted with a depressed tone in his voice.
"Please Black let me finish before you speak." Severus glared at him for a moment before starting again. God he hated being interrupted when he was trying to say something important. "I came back to Hogwarts to warning Albus about what was said in the meeting and told him that the boy should be moved from that house, but Albus didn't think it was important." Sirius went to say something but Severus brought up his hand to stop him, knowing that the man would want to say something about what Severus had just said.
"I was mad at this." Severus continued. "So I went down to my lab and made Poppy some more healing potions. On my way to deliver those potions I came across two students in the corridor arguing. Mr. Weasley and Miss. Granger were arguing about Harry and why he hadn't owl either of them all summer; even through he said he would. Mr. Weasley was troubled about the way Harry's relatives were treating him and that was the reason why they were at Hogwarts to ask the Headmaster if they could take Harry to the Burrow for the rest of the summer. I didn't like the way that sounded." Severus stopped for a moment and sighed. Sirius was on the edge of his seat willing Severus to continue the story.
"I went to Harry's relatives house. I have known each and every ward that was up around the house for years now, and so it was easy to take them down. I tried to be undetected, but I guess something I did alerted Albus. When I went into the house I went to find the room that Harry might be in. I found a room that was locked from the outside with five padlocks. When I finally got into the room it was like. like one of Voldemort's torture chambers Sirius." Sirius was getting really angry now. Snape had been the one who took Harry, but he began to get scared when he heard Severus stutter and then call him by his first name.
"I found the boy, Sirius, he was in a bad way." Severus motioned for the parchment. "Those are all the things that those fucking Muggles did to him." There was a heavy silence has Sirius picked up the parchment and read the list of injuries out loud as if to let them sink in.
"Malnutrition, Bruising covering eighty percent of the body, lacerations of the arms, legs and torso, small circular burns on the arms and legs made by cigarettes, internal bleeding around the liver and kidneys, a fractured right femur (1), a 2nd degree sprain of the right ankle (2), a dislocated left shoulder, fractured collar bone, three fractured ribs, a puncture lung from one of the broken ribs, lacerations of the back from a whip, a head concisions and." Sirius' voice had been getting weaker and weaker has he got through the list and on the last injury of the list his voice failed him all together.
He looked up at Severus, who had his elbows on the table and his face in his hands. When Severus heard Sirius stop talking he looked up into the eyes of the other man to find such sorrow and pain there. "Rape." Choked Severus.
"How could anyone do such a thing to anyone, especially a boy." Sirius' voice sound lost and confused.
"I don't know. I brought the boy back he to heal him." Started Severus.
"So he is dead then, those bastards killed him." Sirius stood up angrily.
"No Sirius, Harry is not dead." Sirius looked down at the other man.
"But the ward."
"It is true that Harry did die for a couple of minutes. Well at least physically. He stopped breathing and his heart stopped, but I got them to start again and all of his major injuries have been healed." Severus sighed again. "His is in a magically induced coma so that he can rest and heal, but he isn't out of the woods just yet. I have brought you here to help me watch after the boy, so that we can take turns being seen by Dumbledore, so that he will not get suspicious about where the boy might be. Also you will have to watch after him if I get summoned by the Dark Lord." Sirius, who was still not all completely there, nodded at what Severus just said.
"Wait why don't we just take him to the hospital wing at Hogwarts so that Poppy can take care of him."
"Have you heard nothing I told you before Black?" Severus said in an angered voice, they were back to last names. "I told Albus about a possible attack on the boy and that he was in danger, but still the Headmaster in his infinite wisdom said Harry was not to be moved. The wards around the boys house is suppose to tell him if the boys gets so much as a hangnail, but still Harry was abused by his family. You don't think that he knew that this was going on?"
"But why?" Sirius was lost. He couldn't think of why Albus Dumbledore, if he indeed knew, would let it continue, or why he would let Harry stay in a place where he was in danger.
"I know that this comes as a shock to you Black, but the Headmaster isn't as innocence as you have thought. He is a manipulative old coot that uses everyone around him as a tool to get what he wants. It is every Slytherin if you ask me."
"I can believe that. I just can't." Severus stood from his chair and headed for the door that he came from a while ago.
"Follow me. I want to show you something that might change your mind about what you think about our dear Headmaster." Sirius followed Severus through the halls of the small cottage and they finally came to another door. "Now this isn't going to be pleasant." Warned Severus.
Severus opened the door and motioned for Sirius to go inside before him. Sirius walked into the room and looked around. "My God!" said Sirius as his eyes swept over the frail body of a boy laying in a bed. "Harry!" said Sirius as he rushed over to his Godson's side. There were bruises that covered him, some of which were a greenish yellow old bruising and some were a dark purple telling Sirius that they were rather new.
"And Albus knew about every blow." Severus whispered to Sirius. "We can't tell him that we have the boy, because he would probably just send him back to the Dursley's, and neither of us want that." Sirius nodded his head in agreement.
"Okay Snape I will do it, but just for Harry's sake."
"That is all I am asking."
"How are you going to get Harry back anyways?"
"I was going to place him on the Hogwarts Express before anyone else got on. I will take off the magical coma so that he will wake up a couple of hours after the train starts out to Hogsmeade. He will never know where he was or know saved him. I was going to get his things in a couple of days, and buy his stuff new school stuff at Hogsmeade so that he could have them, but if you want to do that it is find with me."
"I will get his things from the Dursley's. I want to have a little talk with them." Sirius growled.
"I thought you might want to." Said Severus. "Well I will ask you now to watch after Harry for me. I have to go and meet with Albus." Sirius nodded in response as Severus left them alone and portkeyed back to Hogwarts.
He stalked through the corridor with his robes billowing ominously behind him. When he reached the Headmaster's office he found Albus sitting behind his desk looking through parchment after parchment in search of the answer to the 'Harry' question. Severus cleared his throat to announce that he had arrived.
"Ahh, Severus my boy, please have a seat." Albus said and motioned for a bowl of what looked like Muggle sweets wrapped in a silver wrapper and shaped in a pyramid. "Kisses?"
"Excuse me?"
"They are a Muggle sweet made of chocolate, quite good."
"No Albus. Why have you called me here?" asked Severus, although he knew exactly why he was there, he just wouldn't tell Albus that.
"I understand that you have heard the unfortunate circumstances around our Mr. Potter?" Severus looked a little confused.
"Are you talking about the plot against him by Voldemort knowing where he lives?"
"No my dear boy. The boy was taken the other day by someone who was dressed as a Death Eater and knew how to take down the wards." Severus had an expression of mock surprise on his face as Albus studied him for a moment, but then he continued when he was satisfied that Severus didn't know anything about the disappearance of Harry. "I had a ward up on him to tell me if he was alive or not, and that wards is not working anymore."
"Do you mean that Mr. Potter in dead?"
"No it means that he might be dead. That ward was connected to the other wards around the Dursley's house, and it might have stopped working with the others. I want you to go to Voldemort and see if he indeed has the boy, or if it is someone else has the boy."
"Yes Albus." Said Severus in a reluctant tone. "I will do that."
"Thank you my boy. That is all." Albus said with a little smile. Severus got up and walked out. He walked to the edge of the Apparating wards and disappeared with a pop and a sigh he was going to see Voldemort.