(Revised A/N: Welp people, I am done with Revising, now I just have to... *flinchs* write the 4th chapter. Sigh, the days of torture are ahead of me... Anyway hopefully I will be putting up a fact page as well. More for my benefit then anyone elses. And... yeah... you guys probably want me to start working on it right now uh? Sigh, anyway... I am going to let you guys vote in the reviews what you want me too do. Its either every two weeks that I update... (unless prior notice appears) or... every week. *flinches* The quality will go down if I do it every week, so if you guys want me too do it every week... I shall need one of you to be my Beta reader! X) lol. But yes, I feel as if I really do need some one that is willing to help me out every week. Then it will be on his/her hands to give it back to me so I can update. Besides a Beta reader will help me feel the need to torture them. *blink* oh... I didn't just say that did I? *blushes* 11/25/03 (Yes I am going to start putting dates on these things)

AN: Yep, yep, I have updated this story. You can all blame my cousin Katrina for it being so. well horrible. not well-written. need of a beta reader. Yeah I think that covers most of it. Anyway I didn't put much in this so don't kill me in the reviews. And again my review thing is just for a excuse. I don't really think I hold up to it enough to really force it on people lol. You can review if you want. again I blame my cousin!

The Betrayal By Anora

"Never forget who you are."

"I won't."

"Maybe not, but others will."

"There is nothing I can do about that."

"I know."

"To lose hope, is to die."

"And to love, you must feel."

"I remember."

Once again, a murky brown liquid dripped slowly from Decerto's curly beard as he tried to empty a now half full thing, once called a bowl. It was around morning from what he could tell, as drip of the Edoedulis was nonexistent, which remained silent in the skylight hours. The "treatment" towards Harry hadn't been quite as bad as usual, most likely because Impudens had to go on some kind of "Ministry" business. In reality though, it was probably just to get away, especially from the life sucking corpuses that wondered about the building.

A sigh came from the cell next to Decerto's, "Are you alright Incommendatus?" Only a harsh cough answered the call. Slowly, painfully he got up and went to the edge of his cell, and once more called, "Come on Professor you can make it. I am sure that Dumbledore, will send you some one. After all he always seemed to like you well enough during the school year."

Severus Snape looked up sharply, but then flinched- showing that the movement had hurt him. "You were one of my students? But who?" His voice was shocked and somewhat fearful. Decerto simply smiled faintly at the demented strings of concern.

"It doesn't matter Professor, I know you're innocent. So don't let the Dementors get you down, ok?"

The older man just stared at him for a few minutes until asking, "How can you be so stupidly optimistic in this place? I mean... you must have had a pretty happy life to be able to do that- even a little bit."

Decerto just shook his head; with eyes that were practically bursting with flame, that had just shown with a emotion that would never tell its secrets, "No professor. I didn't. I just don't see the point in feeling bad for my self, that's all." The former spy just shook his head at Decerto, and spoke aloud, "If Harry Potter hadn't died none of this would have happened."

Being slightly startled he couldn't stop his curiosity from rising, and poking at his not so talkative tongue, "How are you so sure that he is dead?" Incommendatus looked suspiciously at the eighteen year old. "How long have you been in here?"

Biting back an ironic smile Harry answered, "About three years give or take." The professor's eyes widened. "So you are from one of my older classes? You look as if you are only 18." Incommendatus clearly wanted to know how, how in the world any one could survive in the Humo, for that long no less. To live, day in day out, stripped of all hope of ever getting out. Especially since this person had been known unto Severus Snape beforehand. How long ago that time was, he wasn't really sure.

"I suppose you could say that, although I never did really graduate."

Incommendatus again looked confused, and looked like he was trying to figure out who Decerto could have been. It was nearly impossible though; even though Hogwarts had a high graduation rate, there were millions of reasons why a student would not go through with it. Even with this new information, he knew that he had to pay attention so simply shook his head and put it back in his memory for further thought later on. "Was it because you were caught as a Death Eater?"

"No. Actually I am the only person in the Humo at the moment that isn't a Death Eater. Its kind of ironic actually, I used to fight the so called "Revolution" with all my might, and now my only friends are the ones that I was once fighting- the ones that live here with me the Humo," Decerto smiled faintly at that fact. It really was true; everyone had betrayed him. Or at least everyone outside of Azkaban, now his only friends happened to be the ones that, at one time followed the very man he fought against still.



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It was hours, maybe minutes later as Severus now contemplated on young man before him- If the boy at been here for three years and not graduated then, that met he was 20 years of age or younger. No wonder the kid must have survived so long he couldn't have had horrible memories at such a young age. Then again. who in the world had a grudge so big against a 17 year old to have him thrown into Azkaban, let alone the Humo?

The boy simply had a hard look about him at made you want to be cautious about him. He had raven black hair that seemed to be cut with a make shift rock at one point went down to the boy's shoulders. Then of course there was the beard that covered the chin and part of the neck keeping Decerto some what warm though out the day and night. And of course there was the eyes, they were a blazing emerald green that some how hadn't seemed fad though out the stay in the cold blooded prison. Some where in the old Professor's mind the description rang a bell of some one else, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Finally the once death eater now spy, came to a crossroad that had the power to kill him. He was going to ask the question that no one in the Humo, other then Decerto himself, knew about-

"Why were you put in here? Were you, set up? Did you kill your family? What in the world did you do to get in here?" The speech came in a speeding voice as if afraid to ask the question (which indeed it was). If you were to say Decerto was surprised it would be the understatement of the year. No one had ever asked him such question- no one had the guts since they had realized he wasn't a Death Eater. For they knew it must have been a horrible crime to end up where he was.

"I, Professor Snape, was put in this place for the crime that all of us who are human make. I trusted what I could not see because it seemed so wonderful in my eyes and ears. I was put here because I was a blockade, until I could be useful again." Decerto's voice cut itself off with the grief that was painfully clear though out the mini speech. It spoke of something the other was surprised to hear, of fear and betrayed trust, but also expectance that had no revenge, that so many others. Taking what Incommendatus would later call a "Foolish Gryfinndoric act of bravery"

Decerto spoke one last sentence to his old teacher, "You still care about those that betrayed you." It was a statement.

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Burning hair swept through the halls of Hogwarts, trying to quickly travel towards its destination- the headmaster's office. Garrulous had not allowed him inside of the old castle that was now called Azkaban, and when the other had mentioned "the Humo" it had risen a great many questions in Bill's young mind. Why had the man been so, well, nervous about the whole matter? Just to add his suspicions the man hadn't even allowed him too see Severus Snape. Of which he had the right of, being an Unspeakable in the ministry, for four years now.

The door of the old room burst open as the Weasley stormed right into Dumbledore. "He wouldn't let me in Dumbledore!"

To say that the hundred-and-fifty year old man was surprised, could have been nominated for Nobel Prize of understatements. "What in the world do you mean?"

The boys face was still slightly red from the argument with the head keeper of Azkaban just a little over a half hour ago. "Exactly what I said, the man is a stupid hypocritical idiot! When I went to him about it- he said something about a 'Humo' or something."

Dumbledore's eyes widened for a moment, but the man himself then got up with a speed that surprised Bill for an old man. "We must go immediately!"

Now the other had a confused expression. "What do you mean, I."

"I will explain on the way Mr. Weasley. We don't have much time to spend, if getting Severus out of of the place that I believe it to be.

Impudens: impudent, shameless, insolent, presumptuous