"Harry Potter," a familiar voice rapped. It was the last voice Harry
wanted to wake up to - Snape.
"But school hasn't even started yet," muttered Harry, rubbing his eyes. He heard laughter, and suddenly his eyes were wide open. He found himself to be in a small, dark room, surrounded by Death Eaters.
"Potions must be your favorite class," chuckled Lucius Malfoy.
"Not really," snapped Harry, glaring at him, and racking his brain for some sort of escape plan, "Snape stinks."
"Careful, Potter," sneered Snape, and Harry's blood ran cold as Snape drew from his robes the very wand Harry had returned to rescue. You can't go running to Dumbledore now." Suddenly Snape raised his own wand, and said, "Legilimens!" Snape was rifling through his mind, making him remember every horrible memory of the previous years - Cedric, dead, Mr. Weasley, nearly dead, the battle in the Department of Mysteries - Sirius.
"No!" sobbed Harry. "NO!" he was crying, and all the Death Eaters were laughing, except Snape, who was gazing at him with a fierce glitter in his eye. The laughing died down to a chuckle, and Lucius asked, "Severus, what did you do to him?"
Snape shrugged, "Occulemency. Just something I learned from our precious Headmaster - Albus Dumbledore." He smirked as he said this, but gave Harry an important glance. Was Snape teasing him, or trying to tell him something? Suddenly Harry realized something: Snape was a member of the Order of the Phoenix - the secret society against Voldemort. If Voldemort were to discover Snape's relation to that organization, he would be painfully punished and killed. Snape walked a very dangerous path. If Voldemort finds out what I know about Snape, thought Harry, neither of us will escape this. It would also mean the end of the Order of the Phoenix. Voldemort would learn everything. But what if he already knew everything? What if Snape were really just a spy for Voldemort against the Order? Dumbledore trusts him, thought Harry, maybe I should, too. Looking at his Potion master covered in a threatening black cloak, and brandishing his wand, Harry found this rather difficult.
"Give me my wand," He demanded suddenly. He had no reason to believe that Snape would actually listen to him, but he was desperate, and this was a test of sorts. Snape looked intrigued.
"And why, pray tell, would I want to do that?" Snape taunted, stepping closer to harry, and dangling the wand just out of Harry's reach. Harry leaped at it, not caring if the Death Eaters laughed themselves silly at his desperation.
"Oh, Harry, you've sunk so low," jeered Snape, "Why don't you kneel and grovel, too, mmm?"
Harry turned red in fury and glared defiantly at Snape, who raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
"It must not be worth that much to you," he said, and began to back away.
"No! Please!" Harry cried, before he could stop himself. He blushed, angry at himself, and the Death Eaters laughed.
"Awww, Snape, he said please," mocked Malfoy, "Maybe we should give poor little Harry his little wand."
"Give him his wand," said a voice, cold and terrible, causing all the Death Eaters to go still. Voldemort. "I want it to be a fair fight between us."
Harry mouth went dry, and his hands began to tremble. Then, noticing his fear, Harry suddenly became with fury. This man had taken his parents from him, he had endangered his friends, and only a few months ago, he had killed the only father figure Harry had ever known - Sirius. Adrenaline began to pump through his system. This will be for Sirius, he thought.
"Give him his wand," the Dark Lord repeated. Snape, with a look of utter displeasure, tossed Harry his wand. Harry caught it mid-air, ready for anything - except, that is, what actually happened. He felt a tugging from somewhere behind his navel, and the room with the Death Eaters disappeared.
"But school hasn't even started yet," muttered Harry, rubbing his eyes. He heard laughter, and suddenly his eyes were wide open. He found himself to be in a small, dark room, surrounded by Death Eaters.
"Potions must be your favorite class," chuckled Lucius Malfoy.
"Not really," snapped Harry, glaring at him, and racking his brain for some sort of escape plan, "Snape stinks."
"Careful, Potter," sneered Snape, and Harry's blood ran cold as Snape drew from his robes the very wand Harry had returned to rescue. You can't go running to Dumbledore now." Suddenly Snape raised his own wand, and said, "Legilimens!" Snape was rifling through his mind, making him remember every horrible memory of the previous years - Cedric, dead, Mr. Weasley, nearly dead, the battle in the Department of Mysteries - Sirius.
"No!" sobbed Harry. "NO!" he was crying, and all the Death Eaters were laughing, except Snape, who was gazing at him with a fierce glitter in his eye. The laughing died down to a chuckle, and Lucius asked, "Severus, what did you do to him?"
Snape shrugged, "Occulemency. Just something I learned from our precious Headmaster - Albus Dumbledore." He smirked as he said this, but gave Harry an important glance. Was Snape teasing him, or trying to tell him something? Suddenly Harry realized something: Snape was a member of the Order of the Phoenix - the secret society against Voldemort. If Voldemort were to discover Snape's relation to that organization, he would be painfully punished and killed. Snape walked a very dangerous path. If Voldemort finds out what I know about Snape, thought Harry, neither of us will escape this. It would also mean the end of the Order of the Phoenix. Voldemort would learn everything. But what if he already knew everything? What if Snape were really just a spy for Voldemort against the Order? Dumbledore trusts him, thought Harry, maybe I should, too. Looking at his Potion master covered in a threatening black cloak, and brandishing his wand, Harry found this rather difficult.
"Give me my wand," He demanded suddenly. He had no reason to believe that Snape would actually listen to him, but he was desperate, and this was a test of sorts. Snape looked intrigued.
"And why, pray tell, would I want to do that?" Snape taunted, stepping closer to harry, and dangling the wand just out of Harry's reach. Harry leaped at it, not caring if the Death Eaters laughed themselves silly at his desperation.
"Oh, Harry, you've sunk so low," jeered Snape, "Why don't you kneel and grovel, too, mmm?"
Harry turned red in fury and glared defiantly at Snape, who raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
"It must not be worth that much to you," he said, and began to back away.
"No! Please!" Harry cried, before he could stop himself. He blushed, angry at himself, and the Death Eaters laughed.
"Awww, Snape, he said please," mocked Malfoy, "Maybe we should give poor little Harry his little wand."
"Give him his wand," said a voice, cold and terrible, causing all the Death Eaters to go still. Voldemort. "I want it to be a fair fight between us."
Harry mouth went dry, and his hands began to tremble. Then, noticing his fear, Harry suddenly became with fury. This man had taken his parents from him, he had endangered his friends, and only a few months ago, he had killed the only father figure Harry had ever known - Sirius. Adrenaline began to pump through his system. This will be for Sirius, he thought.
"Give him his wand," the Dark Lord repeated. Snape, with a look of utter displeasure, tossed Harry his wand. Harry caught it mid-air, ready for anything - except, that is, what actually happened. He felt a tugging from somewhere behind his navel, and the room with the Death Eaters disappeared.