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Not Myself by Saerry Snape

Chapter 141 – Of Imprisonments and Arguments

"Ow…my head…"

Mika sat up slowly and rubbed the ache at the back of his head.  His fingers touched a lump the size of a chicken's egg at the back of his skull, causing him to yelp in pain.

"Damnit…"

"Finally awake, I see."

Mika jerked and whirled about to see a man sitting in the corner.  He could see at this time that he was trapped in a grimy cell.

And he and his friend hadn't been the only occupants if those bones in the corner told anything…

"Who are you?" demanded Mika.  "Where am I?"

"Amadeus Sedwick, at your service," said the man, amber eyes darkening slightly.  "And you, my young friend, are at the mercy of Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters."

Mika paled and closed his eyes, mumbling, "Oh hell, oh hell…"

"And you are?" asked Amadeus, running a hand back through his mane of graying hair.

"Mika Davids."

Amadeus frowned and said, almost to himself, "What would Voldemort want with a teenager?"

"Could it be the fact that I'm Mad-Eye Moody's son?"

The older man's expression went from thoughtful to shocked and he gazed at Mika in a new light.

"Moody's son?  Well, well…imagine that."

"You know my father?" asked Mika.

"Let us just say that I know of his reputation.  Then again, that was his reputation thirty-four years ago so who am I to say anything of him?"  Amadeus shook his head and stared off into space.

Mika frowned at the man then suddenly remembered Mischa.  She'd been injured by that seventh year bastard Cade…

Oh when he got back to Hogwarts he was going to have some severe words with that arse.

* * * *

"You said there was a seventh year who took Mischa into the forest, professor," said Niamh as she leaned into Harry's side.

Severus just nodded and stared into the crackling fire.

"Augustine Cade.  I intend to deal with him."

"Jus' le' Moody do tha honors," said Harry, a darkness in his voice.  "I'm sure 'e'd be right well pleased to issue tha punishment."

Severus frowned at his son then shook his head, saying, "I would agree with you in any other circumstance but not this one.  I will deal with Cade.  Which means neither of you can touch him."

"Who said anything about touching him?" asked Niamh, her eyes glittering with anger.  "Cursing him isn't touching him."

"Niamh…"

"Yes, sir.  We won't lay a hand on him."

"Wha' about a foot?" asked Harry.

"Must I separate you two?"

"No," chorused the two teenagers.

"Good," said Severus.  "Now, as to the matter of Mika…"

"Ye are na goin' ter save him," snapped Harry.  "No way in 'ell."

"Harry…"

"Da, i' took ye nearly seven months ter recover when ye did'na do wha' Voldemort ordered before.  Wha' do ye expect 'e'll do if 'e finds ye helpin' prisoners escape?"

Severus looked into the fire again.

"What right do you have to order me?"

"I'm yer son!"

"And I am your father!"

"Stop," begged Niamh, looking from one Snape to the other.  "Professor, Harry…"

Harry scowled and stared sulkily into the fire as Severus frowned.

"Harry…"

"No."

"Merlin's beard, boy, will you listen to me?"

"Na while yer plotting to ge' yerself killed," snarled Harry, not looking at the older wizard.

Severus scowled and snarled, "Now see here, you imp.  I have no intention of dying at any point in time in the near future and certainly not right now."

"Well, i' damn well seems like i'!" snapped Harry, eyes flashing.

"Please…" begged Niamh, grabbing Harry's arm.  She stared at his face until he turned to look at her and continued, "Please don't fight."

Harry frowned as he saw fear in her eyes and he felt a swoop of shame as he remembered that this was probably how she'd often gotten hit by her father.  From arguing.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, hugging her gently.  "I jus' doan want ter lose 'im, y'know."

"I know," said Niamh, leaning into his embrace.

Severus started to say something when there was a sudden loud pounding from the direction of his office.

"Who could that be?" wondered Severus aloud as he rose from his chair.  He went through the door that led from quarters to office and opened the door to see Moody and a blotchy-faced Calissa standing there.

The woman looked up at the surprised Potions Master and asked, "Can we come in?"

Severus glanced at Moody then nodded and motioned them inside.  When they were ushered into the quarters they halted at the sight of Harry and Niamh sitting on the couch.

"Snape," growled Moody while Calissa started forward towards the two students.

"Harry," she said softly, causing the teen to turn.  The emerald eyes widened at the sight of her.

"C-Calissa!"

"Hi," said the woman softly as she sat down gingerly on the end of the couch.  "I-I know you've been Mika's friend for a long time…"

"We both have," said Niamh softly.  She then held out her hand and added, "I'm Niamh."

Calissa forced a smile as she took the offered hand.

"My son has told me about you as well.  Do…do either of you know where he might be found?"

Harry turned away, suddenly not able to look at her.  He didn't know where Mika could be found but he did know someone who could find out.

But could he live with himself if he allowed his father to try and save Mika and Amadeus Sedwick and the man died in the attempt?

Could he live with himself if he didn't let him go?

Niamh turned slightly and tucked her head under Harry's chin, sending a bit of reassurance to him mentally.  She could feel his worry and though she couldn't tell what it was exactly about, she had a good guess.

His arm tightened reflexively about her and he lifted his head to look at Calissa's hopeful face.

"I…"  He swallowed hard and started again.  "I do know someone who cou' find 'im."

Severus twitched across the room and looked away from the quiet argument he was having with Moody.

"Harry, I…"

"Yer the only one who c'n fin' them," said Harry softly, his voice shaking slightly.  "Tha only one who'll know where ter loo'."

He ducked his head and hissed, "Jus' doan ge' killed."

Calissa frowned and looked questioningly across the room at Severus, who was being eyed seriously by her ex-husband.

"Snape," growled the ex-Auror after a moment.

"What?" asked Severus, staring in shock at his son.

"Tell me the real reason these two are down here.  I don't buy that bit of hogwash you just told me."

"I don't have to…"

"Harry is Severus' son, not James'," said Calissa loudly.  She then glared at her ex-husband and growled, "And don't you say a damned bad thing about it, Alastor.  You know as well as I do that Severus is on our side."

"He was on theirs," growled Moody, his normal eye glaring beadily at his ex-wife.

"I don't give a damn!  Ever since he was caught you've treated him like he's Lucius Malfoy!  Merlin's beard, Alastor, he was your best student!  The best Auror you ever taught!"

"Yeh," growled Moody, eying Severus.  "And a traitor."

"This traitor is the only person that you know that can find your son," snarled Severus.

"I don't need your help, Snape."

"And I don't need you to tell me what I am, Moody," hissed Severus.  He looked over at Harry and added, "I know what I am."

With that he left the room, leaving the other four occupants to sit in the near quiet.

Harry closed his head and leaned his cheek against Niamh's hair, hoping that he hadn't just sent his last remaining relative to his own death.

Author's Notes

Saerry: Everyone remember Amadeus?  Sheen Ardwith's lover?  HE SPEAKS!

Atra: Oh, wow.  Everyone jump for joy.

Mel: You are a highly annoying creature, aren't you?

Atra: Heh.

Saerry: Anyway…hope you all enjoyed the new chap.  More shalt be coming soon!

Atra: *in a monotone*  Yay.

Bryv: Oh shut up.