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Not Myself by Saerry Snape

Chapter 142 – Make the Plans, Mount the Horses…Battle the Werewolves?

"Harry, I…"  Calissa frowned and sat open-mouthed for a moment.  She then looked away and finished, "I don't know what to say."

Harry didn't say anything, didn't look at her, or anything.  He just hugged Niamh close, feeling fear swell up in his chest.

A second later, Niamh gasped and lifted her head to look at him.  But her eyes were no longer blue – they were opaque as a mirror and a silvery color.

She shook her head and her eyes returned to normal.

And they were filled with fear.

"Harry," she gasped.  "You have to go with him.  If you don't…he'll die.  He'll die!"

Harry's eyes widened and he wriggled away from her, rushing towards the door.  Moody caught his arm as he went and Harry whirled, clamping down on the older wizard wrist with the clawed fingers of the Gauntlet.

"Le'.  Me.  Go," he snarled, eyes flashing black for a brief moment.

"You follow him, boy, and you'll be in more danger than he is," snarled the Auror right back, fake eye rolling wildly.

Harry tightened the Gauntlet's grip on the old Auror's arm, his anger a tight fire in his chest.  How dare this man try to stop him from helping his father?

Niamh felt it before it happened and she whirled on the couch, staring wide-eyed over it in fear.

"Harry, NO!"

The emerald eyes turned black and that blackness spread to the whites, causing Moody to stiffen.  A slow smile turning the lips and Harry smiled evilly.  Moments later fire ripped down his right arm and enveloped the Gauntlet, crackling as it  bit into Moody's forearm.  The old Auror shouted something and let go of Harry's arm, limping backwards with his arm cradled to his chest.

Harry stood there glaring at the old Auror, small dredges of fire still burning about the Gauntlet, the runes etched into its surface glowing white beneath the flames.

"Doan ye ever ge' in my way again," snarled the dark-haired teen.  "Ye'll ge' more than a li'le burn if ye do."

He then turned and left, glancing at Niamh once.  When their eyes met, his returned to normal for a moment before the black took over again.

Then he was gone.

* * * *

"Albus?"

Dumbledore looked up from some paperwork that he was doing to see a grim looking Severus standing in his door.

"Severus.  What is the occasion?"

"I'm going after Davids."

The white eyebrows arched.

"Harry allowed it?"

"Harry's goin' with him," sneered Harry from behind his father.  His eyes were still completely black but the fire that had enveloped the Gauntlet had long burned out.

Severus whirled and snapped, "You are not going anywhere near that madman."

"If I doan go, ye'll die," hissed Harry.  "Ni saw it."

"I'll get someone else."

"NO!  I'm goin' with ye."  The teen crossed his arm over his chest and glared at his father.  "I doan trust anyone else ter watch yer back."

Severus started to argue with him then gave up.  He felt like he was arguing with Lily again…

"Very well."

"Harry, I must…" began Dumbledore.

"Advise caution?" asked Harry.  "I know, professor.  'Ow's Mischa?"

"No better than before but Poppy is doing all she can for her."

Harry just nodded, picturing the rambunctious, silver-haired first year in his mind's eye.  His hands clenched as he thought of what had been done to her.  How dare someone injure her?

"Da…"

"Let's go," said Severus.  "We'll be back as soon as we can, Albus."

"Just come back," said Dumbledore solemnly.

"We will," swore Harry, his all black eyes flashing.

And then they were down the staircase, vanishing from the headmaster's sight.

The two Snape's stalked straight out of the school, their stride's matching exactly.  Anyone who had seen them in that moment would have known in an instant that they were related.  But no one saw them as all the students had been ushered into their Houses after Mischa had been taken to the hospital wing.

"'Ow are we goin' to ge' there?" asked Harry as they stepped out onto the grounds.

"You recall your friend from the forest?"

"Tha Darcorn?"

"Indeed.  He is an old…friend."

Harry frowned at his father and said, "Ye told 'im to keep an eye on me, did'n ye?"

"After I found out you were my son.  But you met him before then, didn't you?"

Harry nodded and Severus smiled slightly.

"He is an old ally of the royal Elven family."

"Oh."

"There he is now.  He knew we were coming."

Harry looked and saw that, indeed, the Darcorn was there.  The tall, black unicorn was watching them intently, its crooked horn dimly reflecting the light coming from Hagrid's cabin.

Severus whistled and it whinnied before cantering across the grounds towards them, coming to a stop next to them.  The older wizard patted the dark shoulder then pulled himself up onto the broad back, extending a hand down to Harry as he got in place.  Harry grasped the offered hand and was hauled up, the Darcorn shivering as the Gauntlet got within centimeters of its silky coat.

Severus whispered something – more than likely where they were going – into the Darcorn's ear and then they were off.  Harry gasped as the unicorn went straight through the fence, which was a trick he'd only seen Jardin do before.  And that was only when the raven was in a hurry.

"Where are we goin'?" shouted Harry over the find the Darcorn was generating.  They were gaining speed with each stride of the black unicorn.

"Voldemort's prison stronghold!" shouted Severus back.

"But I though' ye had to be called ter know where 'e was!"

"Voldemort isn't at the prison stronghold!  Every Death Eater knows where it is because its where we were all trained!"

Harry just nodded and tightened his grip on his father's waist as the Darcorn seemed to pick up even greater speed.  He carefully kept his right arm behind him, well away from his father's back.

There was no need for the Gauntlet to change hands now.

Suddenly Severus shouted, "Oh hell!"

"Wha'?"

"There's a full moon tonight!"

"SO?"

"Amadeus Sedwick is a werewolf!" shouted Severus.  "And if I guess correctly, they have more than likely placed Mika in the same cell as he in the prison!"

"This jus' keeps gettin' better and better," grumbled Harry.

* * * *

"So your Professor Lupin's…"

"Great-uncle."

"Professor Lupin's great-uncle and the lover of Sheen Ardwith, who is a distant cousin of Harry's, but if a full Elf."

"Exactly."

"I'll be damned."

"Heh," said Amadeus before he leaned over in sudden pain.  Mika started forward but the older man waved him back.

"No, boy.  Stay back."

"What's going on?" demanded Mika.  "Are you al…"  His voice dropped off as he looked through the barred window in the cell and saw the full moon rising into the sky.

"Oh hell no!"

"Hell yes," growled Amadeus, his amber eyes suddenly brighter than before.  "This is what they no doubt intended.  Myself to change and kill you, leaving me to be haunted by the death or killed by the Ministry."

"Bloody bastards!" howled Mika, flinging himself at the door and pounding on it.  "Too cowardly to kill me yourselves, are you?  Cowards!  Worthless, cowardly pigs!"

"They…can't…hear you," gasped Amadeus through the pain.  He let out a bellow of pain and fell onto his side, curling up into a fetal position.

Mika pressed his back against the steel door and closed his eyes.  If he had his wand he could protect himself.  But they'd taken it.  Therefore he only had one choice.

The brown eyes opened and narrowed slightly at the pain-stricken Amadeus.

If this was going to be his end, he'd face it as his father had taught him.

Fighting tooth and nail every step of the way.

Author's Notes

Saerry:  CLIFFHANGER!!!!  MUAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

Atra: You are inexplicably evil, you know that?

Saerry: *grins*  Why thank you!

Bryv: *laughs*