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Greater Inheritance
Chapter 13 - Meetings & Revelations
With his usual sneer in place, Severus Snape entered the grand mansion that Lord Voldemort was currently occupying, to find the rest of the Death Eaters already in attendance.
"Thank you for joining us, Severus." Voldemort appeared to be rather excited about something as he joyfully addressed Snape.
Severus proudly stepped through the Death Eater ranks to kneel before Voldemort, kissing the hem of his robes before falling back to stand before the evil wizard. "My Lord."
"Severus, I would like to hear your opinion on something I have recently learned. Can you do this for me?"
"Anything, My Lord." Snape carefully schooled his expression as he waited for the Dark Lord to strike the first blow.
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"Stupid fucking idiot!!" Harry growled vehemently as he started pacing, idly rubbing the last of the pain out of his forehead.
"Boys, I think it best we leave our meeting here for tonight. Off to bed. Oh, Harry, would you please come here next Tuesday?"
"Whatever!" Harry growled again as he threw the door open and stalked down the darkened corridor. Draco didn't even spare a glare at Dumbledore before he was following Harry.
"Snape's going to get himself killed if he acts anymore the Gryffindor." Harry mumbled as he flopped onto the couch before the fire in his head boy room.
Draco quietly waited for Harry to settle himself on the couch before he straddled Harry, sitting in his lap without a word. Automatically, Harry put his arms around Draco's waist to steady him and keep him close.
"He knows what's going to happen, yet he goes anyway."
"Shhh, Harry. All we can do is wait."
"But what if he can't get back?"
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"Now Severus. The matter at hand is that one of my followers, whom shall go unnamed for the time being, had the audacity to come to me. He said that you were a spy, working for Dumbledore. What do you have to say to this?"
"Who do I have to thank?" Snape replied as he kept his gaze on Voldemort.
"Now, now, Severus. Are you going to dispute these claims?"
"What I say will have no concern as to your own decisions."
"Oh but it will. If you claim to be faithful, and are proven to be, you will be allowed the privilege of killing your accuser. Plead innocence and be found guilty, I assure you that death will come slowly and not lightly. Plead guilty, and your death will come swiftly. In a day or three." Many followers gave a short laugh at this. "Now Severus. How do you plead?"
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"He'll get out, all right Hero. But I don't think it will be unscathed." Draco gave his opinion.
Harry sighed heavily. "He must have had something prepared." He mused as he shifted himself and Draco so that they were laying on the couch together.
"Portkey, most likely." Draco answered.
"Do you know of any way to prevent them being used?"
"Probably a spell. Can't remember off the top of my head. There'd be anti- apparition wards anyway."
"Yeah. That'd have to be a given, so that means he'd either have a Portkey to get out or a lot of help."
Draco nodded, effectively nestling into Harry's chest.
They lay quietly for some time; Harry glaring into the fire as Draco drew idle patterns on Harry's stomach, wide awake.
Suddenly Harry rolled out from under the blond Slytherin. He immediately went to his closet and retrieved a warm cloak and scarf.
"Where are you going? You better not be trying anything stupid." Draco surveyed Harry through narrowed eyes.
"Just to wait, Drake." Draco continued to stare. "Honestly. I swear."
"You better. Cause I'm not into necrophilia." Draco warned as he borrowed some warm clothes from Harry's' closet for the midnight walk.
Harry smirked, as he proceeded to remove something from his trunk. Draco looked on curiously before Harry explained. "Marauders Map." Harry grinned. "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good"
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Severus stood perfectly still as he rapidly considered his options. Apparition was out - wards (unless he could escape to the foyer); Portkey from Dumbledore - wasn't sure it worked in the room. He knew of a warding spell that prevented the activation of Portkey's in the room that could be in use.
From there, he had the Dark Lord before him, grinning malevolently, wand being twirled between his spidery fingers. Behind him were thirty or so Death Eaters, faithful to their master, eager to do that masters bidding.
-Odds of survival = slim to none. Damn you Potter!!-
"Guilty." Severus answered, staring the Dark Lord in the eye. His glee only intensified.
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"Fucking bastard. "Harry staggered before Draco caught him.
"What?!"
"I think it's safe to say that Voldemort knows Snape's a spy." Harry fell to his knees as he clutched his scar, the pain coming in swift and merciless.
Then Harry had had enough. Taking a deep breath, he drew the pain and anger within his mind together and threw it back at Voldemort.
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"Thank you for being honest, Severus." The dark lord stepped closer to the Potions Master. With a flick of his wand, Snape's clothes were ripped from his body and he was thrown against a wall. "I really do appreciate honesty." Voldemort came to stand before him. "What's this Severus? When did you acquire such a ring?" Voldemort came forward and removed the ring forcibly from Snape's hand. "Was this your means of salvation? I'm sorry but there will be no salvation for quite some time. CRUC-"
Voldemort faltered as his hands flew to his temples; a sudden onslaught of pain almost brought him to his knees. "BLOODY CHILD!" He roared, trying to take a better hold of his wand before it clattered to the ground.
And then the Dark Lord passed out.
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Harry suddenly stood tall and shook his head. Confusion written all over his face as a small trickle of blood seeped down his forehead.
"It worked." Harry said, shocked.
"What worked?" Draco was curious as he conjured some tissues and wiped the blood away before it could get into Harry's eyes.
"I sent it back."
"What?"
"I sent it b- What was that?" Harry swiveled around, looking for the source of the noise.
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Snape watched, fascinated as the Dark Lord crumpled to the ground, unconscious. That was until he fell to the ground too. Many Death Eaters were in shock as they watched their beloved Master fall into unconsciousness, apparently for no physical reason, all because of a 'Bloody Child'. Others quickly rushed forward to 'help'.
Taking his chance, Snape scrambled to his feet and ran for the door. Noticing movement he quickly ducked in time to avoid a 'Stupefy' that had come from somewhere to his left.
"Snape's escaping!!" A gruff voice yelled out to the Death Eaters as they awoke from their daze.
"Fuck!" Snape bolted for the door, in all his naked glory as he threw the doors open and raced down to the corner, narrowly missing a growing number of curses being thrown his way. Tearing around another corner, he flew down the stairs, taking six at a time as he finally reached the foyer and was able to apparate to the Hogwarts gates.
Finding himself thankfully alone in the cold night, he made his way to get inside the grounds. That was when he realized that a couple of those hexes hadn't been near misses; his left leg and right side having become casualties.
"Bloody fucking Merlin." He cursed loudly as he hobbled through the gates.
"What was that?" A voice came form up ahead.
"Professor Snape?"
"Draco?" He called back.
"Sev!!" Suddenly Severus found Harry and Draco before him.
"What the hell are you doing out here?! Come on. Get inside. NOW!!" He made to push them in the right direction but Harry stood firm.
"You stupid fucking idiotic Gryffindor wannabe." Harry growled at him. "Petrificus totalus. Mobili corpus." Harry growled out as he directed Snape back to the castle. "What the hell do you think you were going to achieve by going back there?! Huh?!? And I thought Ron was dumb." They continued up to the castle and Draco started to quietly laugh whilst it could be seen that Snape was struggling against the spells. Especially at that last comment. "If you had a fucking death wish you should have asked me first. I deserve that right more than anyone else, thank you very much."
Harry didn't take much care as he directed the immobile Professor through the dungeons to Snape's rooms. They finally made it as Harry placed Snape on a table so they could clean him up. Draco was kind enough to conjure some pants for the professor as Harry removed the spells.
"You bloody little bastard." Snape spat vehemently.
"Thank you. I'll take that as a compliment." Harry meandered through the cupboards, looking for Sev's secret stash of potions. In the meantime, Draco cleaned up the blood.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Cleaning you up, unless you'd like us to take you back out to the Death Eaters?"
Snape glared. "Second cupboard over."
Harry retrieved the necessary potions and came back.
"Open wide." Harry grinned malevolently as he poured the potions down Snape's throat, watching with an evil satisfaction when he nearly choked.
Draco healed up the two wounds the best he could before bandaging them up. "Consider yourself very lucky." Draco glared at him before stepping back to wait for Harry, still angry at the words Snape had said the night before.
"Last one!!" Harry said cheerfully. "Nightie Night Sevie Poo."
The dreamless sleep potion took affect within seconds and Snape was out like a light.
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Snape wasn't seen for Wednesday morning lessons but arrived late at lunch looking incredibly groggy and glaring malevolently at said savior of the wizarding world.
Harry on the other hand just smiled winningly back as he continued his lunch next to Draco. Draco just laughed at the exchange as he smirked up at Snape.
A similar scenario played out at dinner that night as Harry and Draco entered the Great Hall together, talking rapidly as they sat close together. Snape watched them with another glare, but Harry just smiled back. It wasn't until half way through dinner that the expression changed to one of a smirk.
Harry looked curiously at Snape for a split second before a note materialized in front of him and all was explained. Flicking the note open he scanned the parchment and then put it aside. He grinned back up at Snape who promptly scowled back.
Draco looked curiously at the exchange before seeking a response form Harry.
"Snape thought he was one up on me when he sent me a note saying he expected me tonight for Occlumency."
"Points for trying." Draco smirked up at the Head Table as he nudged Harry playfully and returned to his dinner.
Snape left soon after as Harry and Draco smirked at their small triumph. Leaving with the majority of the students, they made their way back to Harry's room as they ditched robes to slouch out on the couch together to do a little homework. However, it was soon forgotten as small, idle caresses turned into prolonged stroking and heavy petting as Draco quickly dumped his books on the ground and proceeded to turn into Harry, ditching Harry's books, removing his glasses and latching onto his mouth.
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"Evening, Professor. Feeling better today?" Harry didn't bother to knock as he strolled straight into Snape's office.
"Indeed, Mr. Potter. Sit!" Snape scowled menacingly as he followed Harry's movements carefully.
Harry just smiled as he sat in the chair before Snape's desk and regarded the Potions Professor with a light mood, patiently waiting for Snape to continue with the lesson.
The glare only intensified before Snape finally spoke. "This lesson, we will be experimenting with different types of mental attacks. Get some homework. This shall take place when you might otherwise be distracted."
"If you wanted to distract me, why didn't you ask Draco to come?" Harry smirked back as Snape's face morphed into a sneer.
"Judging by your appearance, I believe it's too late. Now get some homework." Snape turned back to his desk and set about going back to work. Harry however remained where he was.
"Did you ever have a childhood?"
"Excuse me?" Snape said deathly silent, eyes leveling with Harry's.
"Well, it's just that you're acting rather childish at present. Besides, it's one of Hogwarts' Unsolved Mysteries."
"How am I acting 'childish,' Mr. Potter?"
"Well, to begin with, we were on civil terms up till yesterday. All because I helped you out of a sticky Gryffindorish situation."
A low murmur was heard from the Head of Slytherin, one that Harry couldn't quite catch.
"Pardon, Professor?" Harry genuinely asked.
"I said, Thank you." Snape said tersely.
"Anytime, Professor. So what are you doing to keep safe from the Death Eaters?"
Snape dropped the anger front and finally Harry saw the truly, tired Professor. "'I' haven't done anything. Albus is requesting Aurors to station here to 'protect the students'. I.e. Yourself." Snape paused as he sighed heavily. "Anyway. What happened last night? What did you do? You had the Dark Lord crying in pain before he passed out in under 10 seconds."
"Really?!" Harry grinned again. "How weak is that. I can stand 15 minutes and all I get is a little bleeder."
Snape chuckled slightly at this before turning serious. "What did you do?"
"I got another attack when we went out to wait for you. But, well, I sorta just pushed it back with all of my anger and pain. Suddenly it's just gone and then we found you."
"What do you mean?" Snape had returned to research mode.
"Well, I felt like I'd had enough of the sideshow freak parading through my head so, um.. it was just like I pushed all of the pain and anger out of myself. A bit like the way I get you out of my head during Occlumency, but the way the attack comes in, I have no choice against it. It goes straight through my barriers. I'm guessing I pushed everything back down the link to Voldie."
"Sounds plausible. Emotion is one of the basest elements of the human race. Therefore emotion may not be as susceptible to our modern psyche. Perhaps you would need to create barriers to block these low grades of mental stimuli being sent to you." Snape had sat back in his chair, his hands steepled before him as his elbows rested on the armrests of his chair, as he thought out loud.
"Professor how is it that Voldemort uses the Dark Mark to contact his followers? I ask, because, as far as I know thanks to Hermione, there is no way to remove the Dark Mark. Won't you still feel the Mark when he calls anyone else? And if so, what's to stop him using it against you?"
"Voldemort can select which followers he sends for when calling them through the Dark Mark. But that is something to consider. You're link with him was forced when he tried to kill you. However the link between the Dark Lord and his followers is created by him. Not forced; so that may bare some thought on the matter. However, with any other follower that turned, there has been no mention of this kind of torture. Nor there being any sign of a sudden disappearances of Death Eaters."
"Is it possible that Voldie hasn't delved into the emotional sides of the link? Actually, is Voldemort anything like the Malfoy's?"
"In expectations and social conduct, yes. Why?'
"There's your answer. Voldie probably considers emotions to be weak, and wouldn't have gone into the emotional side of the bonds. He probably even skipped over it when he was going over the bond I have with him. Has he even worked out how he sends most attacks, apart from the dreams?"
"I've been consulted in the past years about researching the bond, but as you say. The emotion held no interest with him."
"So if we can work on making a barrier on the emotional stimuli that Voldie sends, we might just be cruising!!"
"Yes, 'Cruising.'" Snape said thoughtfully before they furthered their discussions and worked on their barriers.
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that email again, for those wanting the unedited version of the chapter, its everwintermyway.com
Greater Inheritance
Chapter 13 - Meetings & Revelations
With his usual sneer in place, Severus Snape entered the grand mansion that Lord Voldemort was currently occupying, to find the rest of the Death Eaters already in attendance.
"Thank you for joining us, Severus." Voldemort appeared to be rather excited about something as he joyfully addressed Snape.
Severus proudly stepped through the Death Eater ranks to kneel before Voldemort, kissing the hem of his robes before falling back to stand before the evil wizard. "My Lord."
"Severus, I would like to hear your opinion on something I have recently learned. Can you do this for me?"
"Anything, My Lord." Snape carefully schooled his expression as he waited for the Dark Lord to strike the first blow.
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"Stupid fucking idiot!!" Harry growled vehemently as he started pacing, idly rubbing the last of the pain out of his forehead.
"Boys, I think it best we leave our meeting here for tonight. Off to bed. Oh, Harry, would you please come here next Tuesday?"
"Whatever!" Harry growled again as he threw the door open and stalked down the darkened corridor. Draco didn't even spare a glare at Dumbledore before he was following Harry.
"Snape's going to get himself killed if he acts anymore the Gryffindor." Harry mumbled as he flopped onto the couch before the fire in his head boy room.
Draco quietly waited for Harry to settle himself on the couch before he straddled Harry, sitting in his lap without a word. Automatically, Harry put his arms around Draco's waist to steady him and keep him close.
"He knows what's going to happen, yet he goes anyway."
"Shhh, Harry. All we can do is wait."
"But what if he can't get back?"
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"Now Severus. The matter at hand is that one of my followers, whom shall go unnamed for the time being, had the audacity to come to me. He said that you were a spy, working for Dumbledore. What do you have to say to this?"
"Who do I have to thank?" Snape replied as he kept his gaze on Voldemort.
"Now, now, Severus. Are you going to dispute these claims?"
"What I say will have no concern as to your own decisions."
"Oh but it will. If you claim to be faithful, and are proven to be, you will be allowed the privilege of killing your accuser. Plead innocence and be found guilty, I assure you that death will come slowly and not lightly. Plead guilty, and your death will come swiftly. In a day or three." Many followers gave a short laugh at this. "Now Severus. How do you plead?"
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"He'll get out, all right Hero. But I don't think it will be unscathed." Draco gave his opinion.
Harry sighed heavily. "He must have had something prepared." He mused as he shifted himself and Draco so that they were laying on the couch together.
"Portkey, most likely." Draco answered.
"Do you know of any way to prevent them being used?"
"Probably a spell. Can't remember off the top of my head. There'd be anti- apparition wards anyway."
"Yeah. That'd have to be a given, so that means he'd either have a Portkey to get out or a lot of help."
Draco nodded, effectively nestling into Harry's chest.
They lay quietly for some time; Harry glaring into the fire as Draco drew idle patterns on Harry's stomach, wide awake.
Suddenly Harry rolled out from under the blond Slytherin. He immediately went to his closet and retrieved a warm cloak and scarf.
"Where are you going? You better not be trying anything stupid." Draco surveyed Harry through narrowed eyes.
"Just to wait, Drake." Draco continued to stare. "Honestly. I swear."
"You better. Cause I'm not into necrophilia." Draco warned as he borrowed some warm clothes from Harry's' closet for the midnight walk.
Harry smirked, as he proceeded to remove something from his trunk. Draco looked on curiously before Harry explained. "Marauders Map." Harry grinned. "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good"
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Severus stood perfectly still as he rapidly considered his options. Apparition was out - wards (unless he could escape to the foyer); Portkey from Dumbledore - wasn't sure it worked in the room. He knew of a warding spell that prevented the activation of Portkey's in the room that could be in use.
From there, he had the Dark Lord before him, grinning malevolently, wand being twirled between his spidery fingers. Behind him were thirty or so Death Eaters, faithful to their master, eager to do that masters bidding.
-Odds of survival = slim to none. Damn you Potter!!-
"Guilty." Severus answered, staring the Dark Lord in the eye. His glee only intensified.
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"Fucking bastard. "Harry staggered before Draco caught him.
"What?!"
"I think it's safe to say that Voldemort knows Snape's a spy." Harry fell to his knees as he clutched his scar, the pain coming in swift and merciless.
Then Harry had had enough. Taking a deep breath, he drew the pain and anger within his mind together and threw it back at Voldemort.
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"Thank you for being honest, Severus." The dark lord stepped closer to the Potions Master. With a flick of his wand, Snape's clothes were ripped from his body and he was thrown against a wall. "I really do appreciate honesty." Voldemort came to stand before him. "What's this Severus? When did you acquire such a ring?" Voldemort came forward and removed the ring forcibly from Snape's hand. "Was this your means of salvation? I'm sorry but there will be no salvation for quite some time. CRUC-"
Voldemort faltered as his hands flew to his temples; a sudden onslaught of pain almost brought him to his knees. "BLOODY CHILD!" He roared, trying to take a better hold of his wand before it clattered to the ground.
And then the Dark Lord passed out.
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Harry suddenly stood tall and shook his head. Confusion written all over his face as a small trickle of blood seeped down his forehead.
"It worked." Harry said, shocked.
"What worked?" Draco was curious as he conjured some tissues and wiped the blood away before it could get into Harry's eyes.
"I sent it back."
"What?"
"I sent it b- What was that?" Harry swiveled around, looking for the source of the noise.
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Snape watched, fascinated as the Dark Lord crumpled to the ground, unconscious. That was until he fell to the ground too. Many Death Eaters were in shock as they watched their beloved Master fall into unconsciousness, apparently for no physical reason, all because of a 'Bloody Child'. Others quickly rushed forward to 'help'.
Taking his chance, Snape scrambled to his feet and ran for the door. Noticing movement he quickly ducked in time to avoid a 'Stupefy' that had come from somewhere to his left.
"Snape's escaping!!" A gruff voice yelled out to the Death Eaters as they awoke from their daze.
"Fuck!" Snape bolted for the door, in all his naked glory as he threw the doors open and raced down to the corner, narrowly missing a growing number of curses being thrown his way. Tearing around another corner, he flew down the stairs, taking six at a time as he finally reached the foyer and was able to apparate to the Hogwarts gates.
Finding himself thankfully alone in the cold night, he made his way to get inside the grounds. That was when he realized that a couple of those hexes hadn't been near misses; his left leg and right side having become casualties.
"Bloody fucking Merlin." He cursed loudly as he hobbled through the gates.
"What was that?" A voice came form up ahead.
"Professor Snape?"
"Draco?" He called back.
"Sev!!" Suddenly Severus found Harry and Draco before him.
"What the hell are you doing out here?! Come on. Get inside. NOW!!" He made to push them in the right direction but Harry stood firm.
"You stupid fucking idiotic Gryffindor wannabe." Harry growled at him. "Petrificus totalus. Mobili corpus." Harry growled out as he directed Snape back to the castle. "What the hell do you think you were going to achieve by going back there?! Huh?!? And I thought Ron was dumb." They continued up to the castle and Draco started to quietly laugh whilst it could be seen that Snape was struggling against the spells. Especially at that last comment. "If you had a fucking death wish you should have asked me first. I deserve that right more than anyone else, thank you very much."
Harry didn't take much care as he directed the immobile Professor through the dungeons to Snape's rooms. They finally made it as Harry placed Snape on a table so they could clean him up. Draco was kind enough to conjure some pants for the professor as Harry removed the spells.
"You bloody little bastard." Snape spat vehemently.
"Thank you. I'll take that as a compliment." Harry meandered through the cupboards, looking for Sev's secret stash of potions. In the meantime, Draco cleaned up the blood.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Cleaning you up, unless you'd like us to take you back out to the Death Eaters?"
Snape glared. "Second cupboard over."
Harry retrieved the necessary potions and came back.
"Open wide." Harry grinned malevolently as he poured the potions down Snape's throat, watching with an evil satisfaction when he nearly choked.
Draco healed up the two wounds the best he could before bandaging them up. "Consider yourself very lucky." Draco glared at him before stepping back to wait for Harry, still angry at the words Snape had said the night before.
"Last one!!" Harry said cheerfully. "Nightie Night Sevie Poo."
The dreamless sleep potion took affect within seconds and Snape was out like a light.
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Snape wasn't seen for Wednesday morning lessons but arrived late at lunch looking incredibly groggy and glaring malevolently at said savior of the wizarding world.
Harry on the other hand just smiled winningly back as he continued his lunch next to Draco. Draco just laughed at the exchange as he smirked up at Snape.
A similar scenario played out at dinner that night as Harry and Draco entered the Great Hall together, talking rapidly as they sat close together. Snape watched them with another glare, but Harry just smiled back. It wasn't until half way through dinner that the expression changed to one of a smirk.
Harry looked curiously at Snape for a split second before a note materialized in front of him and all was explained. Flicking the note open he scanned the parchment and then put it aside. He grinned back up at Snape who promptly scowled back.
Draco looked curiously at the exchange before seeking a response form Harry.
"Snape thought he was one up on me when he sent me a note saying he expected me tonight for Occlumency."
"Points for trying." Draco smirked up at the Head Table as he nudged Harry playfully and returned to his dinner.
Snape left soon after as Harry and Draco smirked at their small triumph. Leaving with the majority of the students, they made their way back to Harry's room as they ditched robes to slouch out on the couch together to do a little homework. However, it was soon forgotten as small, idle caresses turned into prolonged stroking and heavy petting as Draco quickly dumped his books on the ground and proceeded to turn into Harry, ditching Harry's books, removing his glasses and latching onto his mouth.
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"Evening, Professor. Feeling better today?" Harry didn't bother to knock as he strolled straight into Snape's office.
"Indeed, Mr. Potter. Sit!" Snape scowled menacingly as he followed Harry's movements carefully.
Harry just smiled as he sat in the chair before Snape's desk and regarded the Potions Professor with a light mood, patiently waiting for Snape to continue with the lesson.
The glare only intensified before Snape finally spoke. "This lesson, we will be experimenting with different types of mental attacks. Get some homework. This shall take place when you might otherwise be distracted."
"If you wanted to distract me, why didn't you ask Draco to come?" Harry smirked back as Snape's face morphed into a sneer.
"Judging by your appearance, I believe it's too late. Now get some homework." Snape turned back to his desk and set about going back to work. Harry however remained where he was.
"Did you ever have a childhood?"
"Excuse me?" Snape said deathly silent, eyes leveling with Harry's.
"Well, it's just that you're acting rather childish at present. Besides, it's one of Hogwarts' Unsolved Mysteries."
"How am I acting 'childish,' Mr. Potter?"
"Well, to begin with, we were on civil terms up till yesterday. All because I helped you out of a sticky Gryffindorish situation."
A low murmur was heard from the Head of Slytherin, one that Harry couldn't quite catch.
"Pardon, Professor?" Harry genuinely asked.
"I said, Thank you." Snape said tersely.
"Anytime, Professor. So what are you doing to keep safe from the Death Eaters?"
Snape dropped the anger front and finally Harry saw the truly, tired Professor. "'I' haven't done anything. Albus is requesting Aurors to station here to 'protect the students'. I.e. Yourself." Snape paused as he sighed heavily. "Anyway. What happened last night? What did you do? You had the Dark Lord crying in pain before he passed out in under 10 seconds."
"Really?!" Harry grinned again. "How weak is that. I can stand 15 minutes and all I get is a little bleeder."
Snape chuckled slightly at this before turning serious. "What did you do?"
"I got another attack when we went out to wait for you. But, well, I sorta just pushed it back with all of my anger and pain. Suddenly it's just gone and then we found you."
"What do you mean?" Snape had returned to research mode.
"Well, I felt like I'd had enough of the sideshow freak parading through my head so, um.. it was just like I pushed all of the pain and anger out of myself. A bit like the way I get you out of my head during Occlumency, but the way the attack comes in, I have no choice against it. It goes straight through my barriers. I'm guessing I pushed everything back down the link to Voldie."
"Sounds plausible. Emotion is one of the basest elements of the human race. Therefore emotion may not be as susceptible to our modern psyche. Perhaps you would need to create barriers to block these low grades of mental stimuli being sent to you." Snape had sat back in his chair, his hands steepled before him as his elbows rested on the armrests of his chair, as he thought out loud.
"Professor how is it that Voldemort uses the Dark Mark to contact his followers? I ask, because, as far as I know thanks to Hermione, there is no way to remove the Dark Mark. Won't you still feel the Mark when he calls anyone else? And if so, what's to stop him using it against you?"
"Voldemort can select which followers he sends for when calling them through the Dark Mark. But that is something to consider. You're link with him was forced when he tried to kill you. However the link between the Dark Lord and his followers is created by him. Not forced; so that may bare some thought on the matter. However, with any other follower that turned, there has been no mention of this kind of torture. Nor there being any sign of a sudden disappearances of Death Eaters."
"Is it possible that Voldie hasn't delved into the emotional sides of the link? Actually, is Voldemort anything like the Malfoy's?"
"In expectations and social conduct, yes. Why?'
"There's your answer. Voldie probably considers emotions to be weak, and wouldn't have gone into the emotional side of the bonds. He probably even skipped over it when he was going over the bond I have with him. Has he even worked out how he sends most attacks, apart from the dreams?"
"I've been consulted in the past years about researching the bond, but as you say. The emotion held no interest with him."
"So if we can work on making a barrier on the emotional stimuli that Voldie sends, we might just be cruising!!"
"Yes, 'Cruising.'" Snape said thoughtfully before they furthered their discussions and worked on their barriers.
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