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Tom Riddle's or rather Lord Voldemort face distorted with anger and fury. "Never, ever call me by that filthy Muggle name," hissed Lord Voldemort with total wrath. No one had ever called him by that name since he had resurfaced as the Dark Lord he is now. "I had placed high hopes on you, Severus. But you are such a disappointment, Snape."

The group and Harry waited with dread breath, waiting for the punishment to fall upon Snape.

"You shall pay for my disappointment, Severus. Crucio!"

All could only watch with horror as Voldemort tortured Snape. But surprisingly, Voldemort removed the curse after a short while. Despite of the pain he had suffered, Snape stood up snarled defiantly, "What's wrong, Riddle? Scared?"

"No, Snape," answered Voldemort with a very sinister grin. "I had decided not to torture this way. I have a better way of doing it."

Not understanding a word of what the Dark Lord is saying, he asked rather angrily, "What do you mean, Riddle?"

"Never call me by that flithy name," roared Voldemort causing quite a number of birds to take flight into the night skies.

"But never mind, since you are going to witness the deaths of your loved ones," hissed Voldemort. Snape's face blanched at the very mention of deaths of his loved ones.

"No..." whispered Snape, pathetically, practically begging the Dark Lord.

"Yes! Snape, I shall start with your life-long lover, Florence Heycroft," said Voldemort.

Harry was stretched well beyond his bottom line with Tom Marvolo Riddle but he waited with anticipation for what will happen next. Voldemort simply snapped his fingers and two Death Eaters carried a young lady, barely the age of thirty. With a roar of rage, Snape darted forward and planted a fist into the face of one of the Death Eaters. Caught unwary, the Death Eater faltered and fell onto the ground, unconscious. With his wand out, he stunned the other Death Eater before standing firmly in front of Florence, glaring at the Dark Lord. Harry could only watch with shock as the Potion Master is going to battle with the Lord Of Darkness. Anger coursed through him like blood course through one's body and his first thought was, 'I had caused many to suffer with the resurrection of Tom Marvolo Riddle, I shall be the one to end this war.'

With this thought in his head, Harry drew out his wand and with a war cry, jumped in front of Snape.

"What the?" sputtered Snape as he saw Potter jumped out from nowhere. With a greater shock, he saw a faint metallic glitter which began to gather at the fist of his left hand. Voldemort was shocked when he heard the war cry, but was surprised as Harry landed in front of Snape.

"Well, well, Harry Potter has come to join his teacher," sneered Voldemort.

The metallic glitter soon materialized in Harry's hand, but in his anger and rage, he scarcely knew it was there. Snape, with a jolt, recognized the weapon as the one displayed in the Headmaster's glass casing beside the Sorting Hat. Voldemort eyed the weapon in Harry's hand with slight amusement.

"Potter, what are you going to do with a wand and a sword when you are out- numbered two hundred and ninety-nine to three?" laughed Voldemort. His laughter, eerily and bone chilling echoed round the graveyard. Snape shuddered despite of his anger and rage towards the Dark Lord. Unknown to Voldemort, Harry, in his haze of anger had unknowingly call fro one of the Fire Elemental spell in his arsenal, the Meteor Shower. And moreover, Harry also unlocked the powers of the Lightning Elemental. Harry said nothing. Slowly, he put down his wand and moved it to the hilt of his sword, simply a double-handed grip. As he moved his hand to his sword, he leg opted a stance that was unfamiliar to both Voldemort and Snape. Then he struck. Harry moved in with a speed that was a blur to Snape. There was the sound of steel meeting titanium and titanium meeting flesh and bone. A rare flash of sliver and red flashes through the skies.

And some scream of pain before it ended.

Harry had been through the ranks of the Death Eaters in a split second and he was back in front of Snape. He had got a cut, which ran from the back of his palm to his shoulder, other then that, he sustained no other injury. Voldemort looked at his Death Eaters and back at Harry before he mocked, "Very impressive, Potter. But it happens that your skill at the sword don't pack in much punch."

"That's what you think!" retorted Harry sharply. Both the eyes of Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter locked together. It was a battle of will and mind. The tension was so thick that one could slice it with a knife. A cold gust of wind blew by and then...Hell break loose.

Apparently, Harry's strength, speed, skill and grace of wielding a sword should not be underestimated or mess with, though Snape when he saw what had happened next to Death Eaters in Harry's path.

The place suddenly became littered with cadaver. There was total carnage. Blood had stained the ground and every place within five metres of the place where the massacre had taken place. The first few ranks of Voldemort's newly recruited Death Eaters were totally cut down by Harry's sword. Limps were separated from the bodies; all the movable joints were separated. The remains of the victims of the bloodbath were only bits and pieces of meat and bones; together it looks like a scene of massacre by the Japanese in South East Asia during the World War Two. The larger pieces of the head, ribcage and pelvis were left in a pile. Voldemort was totally stunned.

"You did that?" sputtered Voldemort; fear was clear in his blood shot eyes. He had yet to reach such a level of mastery with the sword despite of him being the Lord Of Darkness and fear grew in his heart.

"Yes!" said Harry, in a voice so cold that their breath came out as mist. Then a low droning sound was heard. Harry recognized the sound immediately.

The sound of raining Death.

Harry had only a split second to know what he had done in his anger when he jumped out from his hiding place. Moving with a speed unsurpassed by any mortal and beast, Harry grabbed the wrist of Snape and Florence. He muttered something under his breath and felt the unfamiliar disappearance of colours. (A/N: This not Apperation! He is using the Teleporting Skill in the new Lightning Element.) The last thing Snape saw was a lot of meteorite falling from the Heavens above before he fainted.

They landed in the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts. Harry landed firmly and began to lift Snape onto a bed when Madam Promfey stomped into the room angrily.

"What are you doing, Harry?" shouted the matron, not noticing Snape or Florence. "It's three in the morning and..." she quailed under the hateful stare of Harry.

"Professor Snape and Miss Heycroft had a run-in with Lord Voldemort," stated Harry bluntly. The matron flinched visibly. Harry chose to ignore it and continued, "I brought them back and they need medical attention. Look after them while I go look for the Headmaster and DON'T let anyone in until the Headmaster comes here."

Harry darted through the castle, accomplishing further that other students' dearest ambition of giving Mrs. Norris a good kick, by knocking down Mrs. Norris and Filch along the way. Filch and Mrs. Norris hardly had time to know what happened and how would they know who had knocked them over. But one thing is for sure. When Harry knocked down Filch and Mrs. Norris, he had caused the two to break their leg. Harry overshot and nearly missed the stone gargoyle that stood guard at the Headmaster's room. Even before, Harry got near the entrance, it open by itself. Harry had hardly any time to think about it as he dashed up the stairs into Dumbledore's office.

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Dumbledore was placing some of his thoughts in his Pensieve when Harry dashed into the room. Looking at the flustered-looking Harry, the Headmaster noticed for the first time, the sword of Godric Gryffindor was tucked at the belt of Harry. Surprised, he turned towards the shelf to see the silver sword of Gryffindor had gone. He waited with great patience for Harry to collect his breath.

"Albus," said Harry after he had caught his breath after his hyper-speed dash. He had casted the spell 'Haste' from the Air Elemental on himself at the fight and the effect had yet to wear off. "Severus's cover had been blown." He debated within himself, whether to say Mafloy was behind Voldemort's knowledge of the traitors. He decided not as there is no Dark Mark on him...yet. "Severus and his fiancée is in the Hospital Wing now."

"What!?"

Albus Dumbledore nearly shouted, which he had never done before.

"I will take my leave, Albus. I need to have some sleep," said Harry and retreated.

Albus Dumbledore sprinted in a speed that was so surprising for a man of his age. He reached the Hospital Wing and began to have a talk with Madam Promfey.

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Back at the Gryffindor Common Room...

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Harry whispered the words for his staff and was about to summon the four Elemental Gods when they appeared in front of him.

"There you are, Harry. I couldn't find you any where on the surface of the world after I managed to contact the rest of them," said Atlas. "After, I decided that you might have come back to Hogwarts."

"Very well, Atlas," interrupted Harry. "I need you to guard the Hospital Wing, Apollo and Neptune. Atlas and Dao, you go and check the graveyard at a small town call Little Hangleton. Report your finding to me. Now, go and let me have some sleep." He yawns at this and whispered the words to hide his staff and tottered up the stairs to the fifth year Dormitory.

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The next morning...

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Harry woke up later than usual and went down to the Great Hall after he had changed into his school robe. When he stepped in the Great Hall, it went silent suddenly. Not wanting to check the thoughts of other, Harry was walking towards the pair of bickering lovers, Ron and Hermione, when "SMACK!" Lavender Brown had walked up to him and gave him a tight slap.

"What's that for?" asked Harry quietly as he had learned from the Archangels how to keep their anger at check. Lavender Brown glared at Harry with hatred and shouted, "What did you save Snape from You-Know-Who for, Potter?"

*She is totally overwhelmed with hatred as she thinks that you should not save Severus.* whispered Merlin with amusement inside the head of Harry. *Apparently, she had hated Severus as he had tormented the Gryffindors during his Potion lesson.*

The other Houses turned, wanting to know the reasons of Harry's rescue. Harry looked at Lavender in glaze that almost took her breath away. There was a flame, a fire of determination and a desire to protect. The pair of eyes spoke depth of his character and his extreme patience and yet a large amount of pain and sorrow Harry had suffered. Harry started explaining in a low whisper yet all in the Great Hall was able to catch every word he had spoke.

"Lavender let me ask you this question. What will you do is the Dark Lord had you tortured and tormented," whispered Harry. Lavender's answer was swift and sharp.

"That is NOT my problem."

"Very well. Imagine, imagine of a time when Voldemort..."

All flinched.

"Wanted to kill you. Then decided against it. He tortures your loved ones in front of you, your father, mother, brother, sister, husband, son or daughter," hissed Harry, quietly. The Hall clearly became very silent and quiet.

"Imagine, visualize, when you are forced watch as the Dark Lord tortures them with the Cruciatus Curse until they go mad."

The temperature in the Great Hall went down by a few degrees. Some of the girls wrapped their cloaks around them tighter, trying to trap heat with their robes.

"Or watch them being killed by the Avada Kedavra. And there is nothing you could do to prevent this from happening."

The temperature had dropped so low that all have to tighten their robe as their breath came out as condensed vapors despite of the season of being autumn.

"Very nice, very interesting, rather spectacular, don't you think so?" whispered Harry harshly. All in the Hall had clearly gone pale. Eyeing Lavender with a quiet abhorrence, Harry continued by asking, "Gryffindors, what do you see as being brave?"

None in Gryffindor or any other house was able to answer Harry's question. Finally, Janet raised her hand slowly. Her answer was, "Being brave means no to have any fear..."

Harry looked at her with his eyebrow up so high that they disappeared into his fringe. He said in the same deadly whisper, "No, your answer is very, very wrong, Janet. Those things are only found in those stupid Heroes' movies."

Janet was stumped; she was so sure that her answer was right.

"Being brave doesn't mean you go looking for trouble. My case is different. I don't look for trouble. Trouble always finds me," said Harry. Some managed to find the courage and chuckled lightly at the black humor of Harry.

"Being brave means one having the courage to face your fears. Having the courage to forgive your enemy, having the courage to stand up against the wrong and having the courage to admit one's mistake," Harry quietly addressed the Hall. "Although I hated Professor Snape for the way he treated every one, I have to respect him for having the courage of admitting his wrong of joining the Dark Lord."

Harry looked around the room and sighed.

"I had to respect him for turning into a spy for Dumbledore, at a great personal risk, to give very important information, about the action that the Dark Lord is going to take, to Professor Dumbledore. Although a Slytherin by house, Professor Snape is a Gryffindor by heart. I will always respect him for his courage."

He then turned and walked out of the Great Hall, leaving all in a stunned silent.

The Head Boy, Carter Fox, Hufflepuff, broke the silence after some time.

"Oh dear, we had been so obsessed by the fact of Snape being so nasty that we are bended on getting revenge on him. We had been so horrible, hadn't we?"

"We should learn to be just as forgiving as Harry," said Katie Bell, " we all better ask him for his forgiveness."

The Slytherin looked clearly murderous at the suggestion of seeking Harry's forgiveness. But they soon quailed under the wrathful, death-like glare of other Houses.

"I highly doubt that he will forgive us. Last year, all of us refused, blank-point, to accept the fact that he did not place his name in the Goblet of Fire," said Ron uncomfortably.

"Harry had saved the whole wizarding world quite a number of time," said a wise voice, which drifted throughout the Hall. "He had stopped Voldemort from getting the Philosopher's Stone at his first year. Second year, despite of having the school believing he was the Heir of Slytherin, he risked his life to save young Ginny Weasley and the rest of the Muggle-born by killing the Basilisk that resided in the Chamber of Secrets. Not much people will dive straight into trouble just to help the sister of a friend or for the sake of the world. Most people would have ran away, as far as possible to save their own skin."

The Hall went silence as they felt the guilt sinking into their hearts. Dumbledore had entered the room to see everyone looked very solemn. Chuckling slightly to himself, he mused, 'I wonder what will they do if they find out that the voice was mine.'

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Harry strolled out of the Great Hall and had just turned round a bend when he thought that he had stepped into a cold shower. He stumbled backwards only to find the Bloody Baron in front of him.

"Sorry," said Harry and the Bloody Baron grunted to show that the apology was accepted. The Bloody Baron had just begun to move when Harry said, " Very sorry, Bloody Baron. Or should I say Lemon of the Shining Force from Granseal?"

TBC...

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A note from your Author:

Guess what? I'm back! I finished my examination yesterday and managed to type out this chapter in record time. I think my chapters should be up about every two or three days as my GCE 'N' level Examination are over! Cheers! By the way, anyone knows how to get bold and italics on FF.net? I hope that all who read my chapters will review. Please! I beg of you! E- mail or review to let me know. Thanks! Anyway, many thanks to the following reviewers. They are:

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