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Harry was looking at the letter that was held in his hand. His entire body felt numb. Damn Dumbledore, he was up to his game again. Do something that affects Harry Potter, but don't bother to consult with him. For Harry it seemed that Dumbledore was in complete control of his life.
He was a Puppet. Trapped in a game.
Harry was packed and ready to go when the Dursley's woke up at their usual time of 7:30am. He couldn't wait until he was able to be free of the Dursley's for the rest of the summer.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, Harry heard someone knock on the front door.
"Damn those people for waking us up so early!" Harry's uncle muttered while walking down the steps to see who was there.
Opening the door uncle Vernon was surprised to see a person standing their scowling dressed in black robes that were billowing in the wind.
"Hello," Severus said to the rather large muggle standing in front of him. "I am here to pick up Mister Potter."
Vernon looked up defiantly into the eyes of Severus Snape. "I will not allow you to take the freak-boy back," he said.
"And why is that?" Severus asked.
"I don't want to have him learn anymore of that freakish business and I will not allow that in my house!" Vernon yelled at an already agitated Severus Snape.
"Stupefy," Severus Snape said stunning the large man in front of him.
Cautiously stepping over the man's body Severus stepped into the living room of the Dursley's. Suddenly hearing the sound of something heavy being moved around upstairs, Severus made his way up the stairs with his wand drawn ready to spring into action at the slightest hint of danger.
When Severus reached the second floor of the house he started to walk along the hallway that would lead him to the sounds of something heavy moving.
In his room, Harry was trying to move his heavy trunk next to his door so that whomever was supposed to pick him up would be able to help him carry his trunk down stairs.
Hearing a whispered "Alohomora," and then hearing the padlocks on Harry's door click open, Harry held his breath and waited for the door to open.
Severus slowly opened the door to a room that had several padlocks on the outside of the door to either keep someone in or to keep someone out let what little light there was in the hallway slowly seep into the little room that was bare.
Seeing professor Snape cautiously enter his room Harry wanted to say something so that his professor would see that he was ready to be picked up and also the fact of not wanting to be hexed into oblivion.
"Professor," Harry said cautiously when he saw Snape's wand pointed at him in a very threatening manner. "I'm ready to go."
"Oh, so it seems that you are mister Potter," Snape spat only wanting to pick up the boy and be on his way to Hogwarts. "I have a portkey that will activate in five minutes, I suggest that you hold on to your trunk so that I don't have to come back here and pick up anything that you leave behind," Severus spat.
Severus pulled out a small tin that Albus had given him that contained lemon drops and told Harry to hold on to it. 'When did Potter become Harry?' A voice in his head asked silently. 'I don't know, when he last faced the Dark Lord in the Department of mysteries?' Another voice replied. "Shut up," Severus muttered under his breath.
Harry tried to open his mouth to say something, but the portkey activated and he was filled with a sudden rush of memories from the tri-wizard tournament when Cedric Diggory was killed. "No," me muttered, "No, please don't kill him."
When Severus and Harry arrived in Dumbledore's office Harry was muttering to him self. When Harry fell on his knees physically shaking, Severus leaned over to help him up when he heard, "Not him, it's me that you want."
"Potter," Severus said with a little more edge than he would have liked to have in his voice with drew his hand from the trembling boy when it hit him, the tri-wizard tournament, the Dark Lord returning, the war starting up again.
"Good to see you both again boys," said Albus Dumbledore sitting behind his desk with his eyes twinkling. "Would either of you care for a lemon drop?"
"No," snarled an angry Severus, "If you don't mind I really should be going now because I have potions that I need to get back to."
"You may go back to your potions after I have a chat with you and Harry here," Albus said gesturing to Harry who was now trying to get to his feet to sit in the chair closest to him.
Harry was looking at the letter that was held in his hand. His entire body felt numb. Damn Dumbledore, he was up to his game again. Do something that affects Harry Potter, but don't bother to consult with him. For Harry it seemed that Dumbledore was in complete control of his life.
He was a Puppet. Trapped in a game.
Harry was packed and ready to go when the Dursley's woke up at their usual time of 7:30am. He couldn't wait until he was able to be free of the Dursley's for the rest of the summer.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, Harry heard someone knock on the front door.
"Damn those people for waking us up so early!" Harry's uncle muttered while walking down the steps to see who was there.
Opening the door uncle Vernon was surprised to see a person standing their scowling dressed in black robes that were billowing in the wind.
"Hello," Severus said to the rather large muggle standing in front of him. "I am here to pick up Mister Potter."
Vernon looked up defiantly into the eyes of Severus Snape. "I will not allow you to take the freak-boy back," he said.
"And why is that?" Severus asked.
"I don't want to have him learn anymore of that freakish business and I will not allow that in my house!" Vernon yelled at an already agitated Severus Snape.
"Stupefy," Severus Snape said stunning the large man in front of him.
Cautiously stepping over the man's body Severus stepped into the living room of the Dursley's. Suddenly hearing the sound of something heavy being moved around upstairs, Severus made his way up the stairs with his wand drawn ready to spring into action at the slightest hint of danger.
When Severus reached the second floor of the house he started to walk along the hallway that would lead him to the sounds of something heavy moving.
In his room, Harry was trying to move his heavy trunk next to his door so that whomever was supposed to pick him up would be able to help him carry his trunk down stairs.
Hearing a whispered "Alohomora," and then hearing the padlocks on Harry's door click open, Harry held his breath and waited for the door to open.
Severus slowly opened the door to a room that had several padlocks on the outside of the door to either keep someone in or to keep someone out let what little light there was in the hallway slowly seep into the little room that was bare.
Seeing professor Snape cautiously enter his room Harry wanted to say something so that his professor would see that he was ready to be picked up and also the fact of not wanting to be hexed into oblivion.
"Professor," Harry said cautiously when he saw Snape's wand pointed at him in a very threatening manner. "I'm ready to go."
"Oh, so it seems that you are mister Potter," Snape spat only wanting to pick up the boy and be on his way to Hogwarts. "I have a portkey that will activate in five minutes, I suggest that you hold on to your trunk so that I don't have to come back here and pick up anything that you leave behind," Severus spat.
Severus pulled out a small tin that Albus had given him that contained lemon drops and told Harry to hold on to it. 'When did Potter become Harry?' A voice in his head asked silently. 'I don't know, when he last faced the Dark Lord in the Department of mysteries?' Another voice replied. "Shut up," Severus muttered under his breath.
Harry tried to open his mouth to say something, but the portkey activated and he was filled with a sudden rush of memories from the tri-wizard tournament when Cedric Diggory was killed. "No," me muttered, "No, please don't kill him."
When Severus and Harry arrived in Dumbledore's office Harry was muttering to him self. When Harry fell on his knees physically shaking, Severus leaned over to help him up when he heard, "Not him, it's me that you want."
"Potter," Severus said with a little more edge than he would have liked to have in his voice with drew his hand from the trembling boy when it hit him, the tri-wizard tournament, the Dark Lord returning, the war starting up again.
"Good to see you both again boys," said Albus Dumbledore sitting behind his desk with his eyes twinkling. "Would either of you care for a lemon drop?"
"No," snarled an angry Severus, "If you don't mind I really should be going now because I have potions that I need to get back to."
"You may go back to your potions after I have a chat with you and Harry here," Albus said gesturing to Harry who was now trying to get to his feet to sit in the chair closest to him.