Chapter 18
When Dreams Come True
Sirius turned around at the call of his name and stood there speechless. He opened his mouth as if to say something but before he could Harry ran over to him and gave him a bear hug. Sirius looked down shocked, slowly stroking Harry's midnight hair.
"Harry? What are you doing here?" Sirius' voice croaked out of his mouth, his eyes filled with terror as they continued to stare down at Harry. Harry looked up to him with his head still on his Godfather's chest. His eyes started to water as he saw Sirius' face that was filled with concern.
"No, he's just playing with me. Voldemort!" Harry released himself from Sirius' grip and started to walk around the room idly.
"Leave me alone! I give up! I surrender! Just stop trying to break me! I'm broken, you see? Broken!" Harry fell to the floor and his eyes filled with tears that soon rolled down his cheeks.
"Harry! It's really me!" Sirius ran towards him and kneeled by him as he put a hand on his back. He let the palm of his hand gently rub against Harry's old robe.
Harry looked up; his cheeks now stained with tears, and met Sirius' face. They stared at each other for what seemed like hours. Harry looked at every feature of his Godfather and took it and tried to match it with the dead Sirius that he saw a few days ago.
Sirius was the first to speak.
"Oh my God, what did he do to you?"
*****
"Markous," Voldemort whispered slowly, his eyes masking his annoyance. A hooded figure stepped forward as he heard his name. Markous bowed deeply.
"My Lord? Is something wrong?" No concern was held in Markous' voice. Heck, who could care or feel bad for the monster in front of him? If he was horrible enough to torture his own grandson there was no telling what he would do to his followers.
"I want you to go collect Harry from Snape's classroom," Markous rolled his eyes from under his mask. He was getting tired of doing Voldemort's family work.
"I thought that Snape was giving him the torturing session?" Voldemort eyes went enflamed.
"I know that Markous! I've felt a change of ways.Snape might have finally crossed to the deep end," Voldemort got up and walked towards the door.
"Lord? I thought that you wanted me to go?" Markous sprinted over to Voldemort and bowed again. Voldemort just snared at him.
"I'll be going with you of course. Anything concerning my grandson is worth my time! Now let's go," He walked out of the room with a surprised Markous behind him.
"Maybe he does care about his grandson," He whispered to himself silently, "and he just doesn't know how to treat him."
*****
There was a brief silence after Sirius' dramatic comment. Harry's voice was cut off from his use because of the excited shock that overflowed his body. Sirius broke it in a rushed force.
"I have to get you away from here. Now," Sirius stood up and scooped Harry up in his arms. He wrapped his arms around him as if he was protecting him from harm's way. Harry's mind finally clicked.
"B-but Sirius, you're d-dead!" Sirius was heading towards the door when Harry made his frightful statement. He stopped frozen.
"What?"
"S-Snape killed y-you!"
"And he'll do it again," Sirius and Harry both looked towards the doorway to see an approaching figure. The monster entered the room with a plastered smile that was directed at his Grandson and Black.
"Get away from him you freak!" Sirius stepped back, holding Harry closer to his chest. Another figure entered the room who had a mask covering his face. Sirius took another step back.
As Sirius started throwing some more demands that would never come, Harry looked at Voldemort with teary eyes. The monster turned his head and a fierce red hit a dull green. Harry felt the tears as they ran down his face slowly. Voldemort smiled grew.
"Markous," Voldemort turned his eyes away from Harry for a second and onto his loyal slave. The masked figure stepped forward and bowed deeply. Voldemort pointed at Sirius with slight amusement on his face.
"Kill him!"
"No!" Voldemort looked over to the weak voice that came from the arms of Sirius. Harry had fought his way out of Sirius grip and had his two feet on the ground. Voldemort's smile faded immediately.
"No? You dare to tell me no Harry? Well, I guess I just have to show you what happens to slaves when they say no to their master." Voldemort spat out the word slaves and he drew for his wand. Harry glared at him.
"I don't care anymore! Death isn't a threat anymore for me Voldemort! But I won't let you get away with killing Sirius! Never!" Harry's glare continued and Voldemort gave a smile.
"Oh but Harry, this punishment won't be onto you! It will be on you dear sweet Godfather," Harry's eyes tried to keep their glare yet they showed fear and tears. His teeth started to chatter from the coldest part of cold.
"No! Please!" Harry fell to his knees as they gave away. His tears were now falling freely onto the dungeon floor. Voldemort's eyes flashed in victory.
"Yes Harry; beg for his life. Maybe then I might think about it," Harry looked up at Voldemort with his pale green eyes that were being shielded with fear. Sirius, who was in a trace state, finally snapped back to life.
"Asshole! And you are supposed to be his Grandfather? You dirty son of a b-" Voldemort looked up from his broken prize and into the eyes of the steaming Sirius Black. His eyes narrowed and he raised his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!" A flash of green light was swirling its way towards Sirius. Harry's eyes widen as Voldemort smirked. Markous stood his ground waiting for the results of this family 'argument'.
The green light suddenly filled the whole room and faded slowly. Everyone looked around to see what had happened. When the curse had completely faded an unharmed Sirius still stood in front of Voldemort.
"What?" In rage, Voldemort waved his wand again and performed the same curse. The green light repeated its process and still Sirius was unharmed.
Nothing.
So the monster tired it again and again and again. Everyone else in the room was silent with the exception of Harry's constant sniffling. After the fourth failure of the killing curse Voldemort stopped. He kept his eyes upon the framed murder.
"How are you blocking my curse Black?" Sirius glared with slight confusion.
"I don't know. Why don't you answer that Voldemort?" Voldemort glared back and then turned his eyes upon Harry who stopped his weeping and was staring upon his Godfather.
"What have you done Harry?" Voldemort walked forward and kneeled down. He grabbed Harry's chin so the small child was forced to look into his eyes.
Silence.
"Well?"
"I did it Master," Everyone turned towards the voice that came from behind Sirius. A limping figure stepped forward.
It was Severus Snape.
N/A: OMG, I took forever to write this chapter! I was so busy with my other fics that I couldn't work on this one...but now I can! Don't forget to R/R! Please! ^_^ Thanks a bunch!
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When Dreams Come True
Sirius turned around at the call of his name and stood there speechless. He opened his mouth as if to say something but before he could Harry ran over to him and gave him a bear hug. Sirius looked down shocked, slowly stroking Harry's midnight hair.
"Harry? What are you doing here?" Sirius' voice croaked out of his mouth, his eyes filled with terror as they continued to stare down at Harry. Harry looked up to him with his head still on his Godfather's chest. His eyes started to water as he saw Sirius' face that was filled with concern.
"No, he's just playing with me. Voldemort!" Harry released himself from Sirius' grip and started to walk around the room idly.
"Leave me alone! I give up! I surrender! Just stop trying to break me! I'm broken, you see? Broken!" Harry fell to the floor and his eyes filled with tears that soon rolled down his cheeks.
"Harry! It's really me!" Sirius ran towards him and kneeled by him as he put a hand on his back. He let the palm of his hand gently rub against Harry's old robe.
Harry looked up; his cheeks now stained with tears, and met Sirius' face. They stared at each other for what seemed like hours. Harry looked at every feature of his Godfather and took it and tried to match it with the dead Sirius that he saw a few days ago.
Sirius was the first to speak.
"Oh my God, what did he do to you?"
*****
"Markous," Voldemort whispered slowly, his eyes masking his annoyance. A hooded figure stepped forward as he heard his name. Markous bowed deeply.
"My Lord? Is something wrong?" No concern was held in Markous' voice. Heck, who could care or feel bad for the monster in front of him? If he was horrible enough to torture his own grandson there was no telling what he would do to his followers.
"I want you to go collect Harry from Snape's classroom," Markous rolled his eyes from under his mask. He was getting tired of doing Voldemort's family work.
"I thought that Snape was giving him the torturing session?" Voldemort eyes went enflamed.
"I know that Markous! I've felt a change of ways.Snape might have finally crossed to the deep end," Voldemort got up and walked towards the door.
"Lord? I thought that you wanted me to go?" Markous sprinted over to Voldemort and bowed again. Voldemort just snared at him.
"I'll be going with you of course. Anything concerning my grandson is worth my time! Now let's go," He walked out of the room with a surprised Markous behind him.
"Maybe he does care about his grandson," He whispered to himself silently, "and he just doesn't know how to treat him."
*****
There was a brief silence after Sirius' dramatic comment. Harry's voice was cut off from his use because of the excited shock that overflowed his body. Sirius broke it in a rushed force.
"I have to get you away from here. Now," Sirius stood up and scooped Harry up in his arms. He wrapped his arms around him as if he was protecting him from harm's way. Harry's mind finally clicked.
"B-but Sirius, you're d-dead!" Sirius was heading towards the door when Harry made his frightful statement. He stopped frozen.
"What?"
"S-Snape killed y-you!"
"And he'll do it again," Sirius and Harry both looked towards the doorway to see an approaching figure. The monster entered the room with a plastered smile that was directed at his Grandson and Black.
"Get away from him you freak!" Sirius stepped back, holding Harry closer to his chest. Another figure entered the room who had a mask covering his face. Sirius took another step back.
As Sirius started throwing some more demands that would never come, Harry looked at Voldemort with teary eyes. The monster turned his head and a fierce red hit a dull green. Harry felt the tears as they ran down his face slowly. Voldemort smiled grew.
"Markous," Voldemort turned his eyes away from Harry for a second and onto his loyal slave. The masked figure stepped forward and bowed deeply. Voldemort pointed at Sirius with slight amusement on his face.
"Kill him!"
"No!" Voldemort looked over to the weak voice that came from the arms of Sirius. Harry had fought his way out of Sirius grip and had his two feet on the ground. Voldemort's smile faded immediately.
"No? You dare to tell me no Harry? Well, I guess I just have to show you what happens to slaves when they say no to their master." Voldemort spat out the word slaves and he drew for his wand. Harry glared at him.
"I don't care anymore! Death isn't a threat anymore for me Voldemort! But I won't let you get away with killing Sirius! Never!" Harry's glare continued and Voldemort gave a smile.
"Oh but Harry, this punishment won't be onto you! It will be on you dear sweet Godfather," Harry's eyes tried to keep their glare yet they showed fear and tears. His teeth started to chatter from the coldest part of cold.
"No! Please!" Harry fell to his knees as they gave away. His tears were now falling freely onto the dungeon floor. Voldemort's eyes flashed in victory.
"Yes Harry; beg for his life. Maybe then I might think about it," Harry looked up at Voldemort with his pale green eyes that were being shielded with fear. Sirius, who was in a trace state, finally snapped back to life.
"Asshole! And you are supposed to be his Grandfather? You dirty son of a b-" Voldemort looked up from his broken prize and into the eyes of the steaming Sirius Black. His eyes narrowed and he raised his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!" A flash of green light was swirling its way towards Sirius. Harry's eyes widen as Voldemort smirked. Markous stood his ground waiting for the results of this family 'argument'.
The green light suddenly filled the whole room and faded slowly. Everyone looked around to see what had happened. When the curse had completely faded an unharmed Sirius still stood in front of Voldemort.
"What?" In rage, Voldemort waved his wand again and performed the same curse. The green light repeated its process and still Sirius was unharmed.
Nothing.
So the monster tired it again and again and again. Everyone else in the room was silent with the exception of Harry's constant sniffling. After the fourth failure of the killing curse Voldemort stopped. He kept his eyes upon the framed murder.
"How are you blocking my curse Black?" Sirius glared with slight confusion.
"I don't know. Why don't you answer that Voldemort?" Voldemort glared back and then turned his eyes upon Harry who stopped his weeping and was staring upon his Godfather.
"What have you done Harry?" Voldemort walked forward and kneeled down. He grabbed Harry's chin so the small child was forced to look into his eyes.
Silence.
"Well?"
"I did it Master," Everyone turned towards the voice that came from behind Sirius. A limping figure stepped forward.
It was Severus Snape.
N/A: OMG, I took forever to write this chapter! I was so busy with my other fics that I couldn't work on this one...but now I can! Don't forget to R/R! Please! ^_^ Thanks a bunch!
Oh yes, I NEED A BETA READER! If you would like to be mine, please email me or leave it in your review! Thanks!
Oh yes! If you would like to join a mailing list for any of my fics just leave the request in your review! Thanks!