A/N: Been working on my website, and now it's done (basically), so if you
want to see it the address is on my user info page. -Yep. That's it. I
guess it's okay, though I've been asked to put up pictures and graphics,
but I don't know where to get those! Eurgh. I've also been playing this
online multiplayer game. It's actually pretty good, if it goes a bit slow,
but at least it's not text based. Confused yet? Go check it out. The
address is www.runescape.com. Oh yeah! I almost forgot! I saw the preview
for HP3 yesterday!!!! June 4th....whatever I saw about the movies...I can't
help but feel excited!!!
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: "SAVING PEOPLE THING"
Harry glanced down at the crumpled form of Bellatrix at his feet, then back up at Snape. He had to hand it to the man. Snape would put up a good fight in any duel.
"Thanks." He said, rubbing his neck uncomfortably.
Too bad that thanks was wasted on an unwilling receiver. Snape lifted an eyebrow, a sneer played around his mouth, and he muttered, "Come on, Potter."
Harry followed him, feeling rather young and foolish.
Stepping into the quiet cell wasn't a great step above being completely ignored by a person that Harry didn't like. Perhaps this was because the cell was quiet. Unless James Potter was asleep, noise followed him naturally.
Unfortunately, James Potter wasn't in this room.
Snape stopped dead upon noticing this fact, and Harry ran painfully into him.
"Where are they?" He whispered menacingly. Everyone seemed to be avoiding his eye, even his younger self. When nobody answered Snape asked again, "Where ARE they??" Only now the water was beginning to boil.
Lily finally spoke up, glancing at Harry fearfully, then back up at Snape, "They...uh....they–I mean–Harry--"
"They went to go find him." The younger Snape said, smirking widely. The man looked for a moment like he wouldn't mind sticking his wand up his younger self's left nostril, but he quickly mastered himself and swept for the door, saying, "I'm going to get them–if any of you leave this room I will personally--"
There was a short flash of red in the middle of the room and a scrap of parchment glided pleasantly to the floor. Snape stopped and seemed to be thinking for a moment, then he stepped across the stone floor to pick up the note, reading it.
"Well, Potter, it seems that some of your anserine behavior has rubbed off on your friends." He handed the parchment to Harry and stepped lightly out of the room, locking the door once again behind him.
Harry stared after him for a moment before turning his eyes down to the scrap of parchment held in his fingers. He read allowed:
"The Master wishes company with you. Don't take your time about coming. Nott just found Potter's friends and he was stupid enough to tell the Master that he saw Potter, but didn't go after him. The Dark Lord's not going to take lightly to slow runners."
"It's signed by Lucius Malfoy."
Something seemed to be working very hard in Harry's mind. He dropped the parchment and sat down right there on the floor, burying his head in his hands. They all stared at him silently.
Lily spoke first, very quietly, "Harry....it...it's okay...we can...we can go...go get them--"
"No we can't," Harry interrupted haltingly, "Snape's getting them. They'll be fine." He didn't sound convinced.
"Well....we...we can....we can help...can't we?"
Harry lifted his head from his fingers. A horrible scowl had plastered itself on his thin face and he stared at her silently. Then–
–he laughed. One small chuckle, quiet, almost indistinct. It might have been something close to a whimper.
"If only you knew what goes on through my head, Lily." He said. For a moment something unveiled itself in his eyes–a tremor, a whisper, of the pain and torture that he had felt. His anguished eyes flickered for a moment to Sirius, and he looked back at the woman who was his mother. "I can't go for them."
Lily folded her arms across her chest, stepping forward and looming over the boy who would have been her son. "And why not?" She asked angrily.
Harry's head sank back into his hands again. It was a ripple effect–his head, his neck, his shoulders, his back which curved around his too thin frame. Perhaps what everyone in that too-small room wondered at that moment was how someone could be so brave and strong, but at the same time seem small and frail.
"You don't want to know." He said, quietly. Once again his eyes darted to where Sirius stood, silent.
"I do want to know, why do you think I'm asking, Harry? Anyone with eyes can see that your want to go, so why not?"
"Sirius." Harry said abruptly, and when Lily tried to speak up to prevent him changing the subject he cut her off again, "Do you want to know how you died?"
Sirius seemed, for a moment, quite taken aback. He muttered, "Sure....I guess..."
Harry was bringing something up from a deep well in his chest, like he was groping for something long forgotten and lost–or something long hidden away. Finally, after minutes of restless moments, he spoke, "Remember the prophecy?" They all nodded, "Well Voldemort doesn't." They all flinched slightly, "He's only heard part of it. Last June he lured me to the Hall of Prophecy–which is in the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry–to collect the prophecy for him. Most of the wizarding world at that time were in disbelief that he had even come back--" At this Harry smiled bitterly, "–so he couldn't go there. He'd already tried to get someone else to steal it for him, but only the people who the prophecy has to do with can take it from the Hall of Prophecy.
"Voldemort sent me an image–and though it wasn't real, I thought it was–of Sirius being tortured. This is older Sirius. Sirius was....well...I guess he was something like a dad to me. I thought the image–the dream–was real, and...well...I actually came to the Ministry....
"Long story short," Harry muttered, almost to himself, chuckling bitterly again, "I was stupid enough to fall for Voldemort's trick. A load of Order of the Phoenix members came to save us–because Ron and Hermione and some others had come along–from the Death Eaters who were supposed to take the prophecy after I'd taken it off of the enchanted shelf in the Hall of Prophecy. With all of the members of the Order of the Phoenix was Sirius–and guess what?–he was the only one that died. All because I can't let anyone else do the saving, because I always have to be the hero."
He drew in a long shaking breath. His eyes were red-rimmed and burning. He looked right at Lily and said, "That's why I'm not leaving. Hermione told me that I have a 'saving people thing'. And she's right. Four people I know have already died for me and I'm going to make sure that nobody ever dies for me again."
Everyone was silent for a few minutes, avoiding Sirius's eye.
"Who was the fourth?" Remus asked.
For a moment Harry didn't understand, then, "Cedric Diggory. He was in school with me two years ago."
"But...Harry." Lily said, "I know this sounds crazy....but...what if you're meant to leave right now? And...here's another thing. Snape's gone to get Ron and Hermione–not James." She looked incredulous at her own spur of insanity as she said, "Maybe we should go get him?....See if he's okay?"
A slow smile spread across Harry's face, and in it was something like mischievousness.
Too bad the moment didn't last–for a snort sounded in the room from where Snape was sitting on the only chair.
"You're all such drama-freaks!" He said scathingly, a sound that was both rude and filled with laughter that was bubbling out of the greasy teen's mouth, "Ooo! So what? Black's dead, who cares? Potter here seems to be the only one blubbering about it. And his friends? Nothing but a mudblood and a muggle-lover!" Sirius let out a canine growl as Snape continued on nastily, "And as for Potter-Senior–HA!–the world would be better off without him!" He broke off into loud peals of laughter that echoed menacingly around the room, as if they were all laughing when only Snape was doing so, while everyone else clenched their fists, faces set.
A moment of silence as Snape's laughter ended and everyone in the room was ready–to which Snape was apparently unaware.
Lily stepped forward first, before all of the others who were ready to do their bit on "Snivellus", and ran her fist strait into his nose.
Snape did not have time to retaliate or hit back. He could not have done either of those, because his nose was nearly broken and bleeding in an instant and he was on the floor, clutching it and howling in pain.
Sirius and Wormtail roared with delight, both coming over to hug Lily happily as Snape clutched his nose on the floor. Harry and Moony stared. Lily wasn't celebrating, though, because she was telling Snape, "One more word about Muggles, Muggleborns, or James Potter and you'll get another display of Muggle dueling–come on Harry--"
She freed herself from Sirius and Wormtail, pulled Harry to the door, undid the lock, and stepped out into the corridor with her nose in the air.
"I've noticed, Severus. Do you believe me stupid? Did you think you were that clever?"
"Pardon me, Master?" Severus said, mastering his own fear and hiding it securely in the back of his mind, along with all thoughts of Albus Dumbledore or the Order of the Phoenix, pushing them back and pressing forward memories of times when he had been with the Dark Lord, obeying only him.
Voldemort looked at him wryly from his chair, his long white fingers stroking the black velvet. He knew.
He finally knew. It had taken years. Years of working to keep himself secret. Years of switching his own loyalties–only to come to this point.
There stood Lucius Malfoy, to Voldemort's right. His right hand man.
Lord Voldemort stood up, moving to where Severus stood, and looking strait in his eyes with those horrible slit pupils.
Severus only had one weapon against this. All he could do was feign the stupidity. Pretend. That was all it was. Just like he used to pretend that he was better than his old enemy, James.
–he remembered something. His nose hurt–
He couldn't control those memories, because they only jumped on him when he wasn't expecting them, when he was completely in control of everything else.
"I've actually been suspecting this for a long time, Severus." Voldemort said, beginning to pace before him like a panther waiting patiently for its victim to come out of its shelter. Voldemort's robes swept out behind him, fluid and graceful. How could something be beautiful and horrifying at the same time?
Voldemort did look somewhat disappointed. But at the same time Severus couldn't get past the clever arrogant look on his "master's" face. Voldemort was enjoying this.
"You, who spend most of your time at Hogwarts....the best spy that I could ever ask for. It seems that this happening was something of a dream. How could I believe that you could still be loyal to me–and only me–if Dumbledore was hovering over your shoulder, hour after hour...day after day...
"You couldn't have. You aren't. You are a sour man who has gone through the torment of those who follow Dumbledore. Yet you do not work against such treating. You are not what I thought you were, Severus. Do you understand what I am telling you?"
Severus did not hesitate before saying, "I don't know what you're talking about, Master." Respectfully.
Voldemort's lip curled upward ominously. He said, "Don't you?" His eyes darted toward Lucius Malfoy, standing off to the side. Lucius was oozing self satisfaction. He continued, then, "Now, now, now, Severus. You are not stupid. You are neither naive. I ask you, where have you been in the last hour? The last two hours?"
Severus answered promptly, "Searching for the escaped prisoners. Lestrange told me about it." That was true, "I was in my cell when the message came for me to come here. I had forgotten my cloak and was about to look outside." Answer promptly. Everything must add up correctly. Don't stutter. Don't let your eyes wander. Keep your guard up. Good answer. It was a cold autumn night. He would have needed to go back for his cloak, if he hadn't already had it on, because he had gone outside, looking for Harry.
Pause, then, "Really?" Voldemort said, intrigued. His eyes darted once more to Lucius and back again, "I will be short and to the point. You have lost my trust, as of now, Severus. My distrust, I might add, could easily be fatal. Return at least one of the prisoners to me before the night's over. Do I have to tell you the punishment if you don't consent?"
Severus nodded, bowed, and left.
Lily's muscles were still writhing, another outlet for her anger. Something to make her heart slow back down to normal, to make her arms stop shaking. If only Trixie had seen that! Trixie always said that Lily was really a tiger with a thin covering. Maybe she was right.
With Harry alongside her, Lily finally began cooling down. Her muscles were still tight, but her breathing slowed and her heartbeat with it. The droplets of perspiration on her forehead were dry now, but she had no way to wash them off.
Lily looked down at herself. Her uniform was mussed. There were scratches all over her arms, and a tear in her robe. Her hair, rustled, fell over her eyes and down her back meanly. She supposed that she looked a mess, but then again, Harry wasn't much better. He was worse. His hair had apparently been hereditary. Forever untidy. His robes draped over his shoulders loosely. There were dark shadows under his eyes. Lily wondered what he would look like if he smiled. She had yet to see him smile much.
Right now, though, she thought she saw a small glint in his eye that might have been a smile.
"I don't get it." He said, in a slightly amused tone.
"Get what?"
He put a finger to his lips and indicated for her to follow him into a side corridor while two Death Eaters passed. He waited for their footsteps to fade before saying, "Why did you hit him? It seemed like you hit him...because...because he...insulted James."
Lily's eyes became wide.
A/N: Hehe. Evil cliffies...
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: "SAVING PEOPLE THING"
Harry glanced down at the crumpled form of Bellatrix at his feet, then back up at Snape. He had to hand it to the man. Snape would put up a good fight in any duel.
"Thanks." He said, rubbing his neck uncomfortably.
Too bad that thanks was wasted on an unwilling receiver. Snape lifted an eyebrow, a sneer played around his mouth, and he muttered, "Come on, Potter."
Harry followed him, feeling rather young and foolish.
Stepping into the quiet cell wasn't a great step above being completely ignored by a person that Harry didn't like. Perhaps this was because the cell was quiet. Unless James Potter was asleep, noise followed him naturally.
Unfortunately, James Potter wasn't in this room.
Snape stopped dead upon noticing this fact, and Harry ran painfully into him.
"Where are they?" He whispered menacingly. Everyone seemed to be avoiding his eye, even his younger self. When nobody answered Snape asked again, "Where ARE they??" Only now the water was beginning to boil.
Lily finally spoke up, glancing at Harry fearfully, then back up at Snape, "They...uh....they–I mean–Harry--"
"They went to go find him." The younger Snape said, smirking widely. The man looked for a moment like he wouldn't mind sticking his wand up his younger self's left nostril, but he quickly mastered himself and swept for the door, saying, "I'm going to get them–if any of you leave this room I will personally--"
There was a short flash of red in the middle of the room and a scrap of parchment glided pleasantly to the floor. Snape stopped and seemed to be thinking for a moment, then he stepped across the stone floor to pick up the note, reading it.
"Well, Potter, it seems that some of your anserine behavior has rubbed off on your friends." He handed the parchment to Harry and stepped lightly out of the room, locking the door once again behind him.
Harry stared after him for a moment before turning his eyes down to the scrap of parchment held in his fingers. He read allowed:
"The Master wishes company with you. Don't take your time about coming. Nott just found Potter's friends and he was stupid enough to tell the Master that he saw Potter, but didn't go after him. The Dark Lord's not going to take lightly to slow runners."
"It's signed by Lucius Malfoy."
Something seemed to be working very hard in Harry's mind. He dropped the parchment and sat down right there on the floor, burying his head in his hands. They all stared at him silently.
Lily spoke first, very quietly, "Harry....it...it's okay...we can...we can go...go get them--"
"No we can't," Harry interrupted haltingly, "Snape's getting them. They'll be fine." He didn't sound convinced.
"Well....we...we can....we can help...can't we?"
Harry lifted his head from his fingers. A horrible scowl had plastered itself on his thin face and he stared at her silently. Then–
–he laughed. One small chuckle, quiet, almost indistinct. It might have been something close to a whimper.
"If only you knew what goes on through my head, Lily." He said. For a moment something unveiled itself in his eyes–a tremor, a whisper, of the pain and torture that he had felt. His anguished eyes flickered for a moment to Sirius, and he looked back at the woman who was his mother. "I can't go for them."
Lily folded her arms across her chest, stepping forward and looming over the boy who would have been her son. "And why not?" She asked angrily.
Harry's head sank back into his hands again. It was a ripple effect–his head, his neck, his shoulders, his back which curved around his too thin frame. Perhaps what everyone in that too-small room wondered at that moment was how someone could be so brave and strong, but at the same time seem small and frail.
"You don't want to know." He said, quietly. Once again his eyes darted to where Sirius stood, silent.
"I do want to know, why do you think I'm asking, Harry? Anyone with eyes can see that your want to go, so why not?"
"Sirius." Harry said abruptly, and when Lily tried to speak up to prevent him changing the subject he cut her off again, "Do you want to know how you died?"
Sirius seemed, for a moment, quite taken aback. He muttered, "Sure....I guess..."
Harry was bringing something up from a deep well in his chest, like he was groping for something long forgotten and lost–or something long hidden away. Finally, after minutes of restless moments, he spoke, "Remember the prophecy?" They all nodded, "Well Voldemort doesn't." They all flinched slightly, "He's only heard part of it. Last June he lured me to the Hall of Prophecy–which is in the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry–to collect the prophecy for him. Most of the wizarding world at that time were in disbelief that he had even come back--" At this Harry smiled bitterly, "–so he couldn't go there. He'd already tried to get someone else to steal it for him, but only the people who the prophecy has to do with can take it from the Hall of Prophecy.
"Voldemort sent me an image–and though it wasn't real, I thought it was–of Sirius being tortured. This is older Sirius. Sirius was....well...I guess he was something like a dad to me. I thought the image–the dream–was real, and...well...I actually came to the Ministry....
"Long story short," Harry muttered, almost to himself, chuckling bitterly again, "I was stupid enough to fall for Voldemort's trick. A load of Order of the Phoenix members came to save us–because Ron and Hermione and some others had come along–from the Death Eaters who were supposed to take the prophecy after I'd taken it off of the enchanted shelf in the Hall of Prophecy. With all of the members of the Order of the Phoenix was Sirius–and guess what?–he was the only one that died. All because I can't let anyone else do the saving, because I always have to be the hero."
He drew in a long shaking breath. His eyes were red-rimmed and burning. He looked right at Lily and said, "That's why I'm not leaving. Hermione told me that I have a 'saving people thing'. And she's right. Four people I know have already died for me and I'm going to make sure that nobody ever dies for me again."
Everyone was silent for a few minutes, avoiding Sirius's eye.
"Who was the fourth?" Remus asked.
For a moment Harry didn't understand, then, "Cedric Diggory. He was in school with me two years ago."
"But...Harry." Lily said, "I know this sounds crazy....but...what if you're meant to leave right now? And...here's another thing. Snape's gone to get Ron and Hermione–not James." She looked incredulous at her own spur of insanity as she said, "Maybe we should go get him?....See if he's okay?"
A slow smile spread across Harry's face, and in it was something like mischievousness.
Too bad the moment didn't last–for a snort sounded in the room from where Snape was sitting on the only chair.
"You're all such drama-freaks!" He said scathingly, a sound that was both rude and filled with laughter that was bubbling out of the greasy teen's mouth, "Ooo! So what? Black's dead, who cares? Potter here seems to be the only one blubbering about it. And his friends? Nothing but a mudblood and a muggle-lover!" Sirius let out a canine growl as Snape continued on nastily, "And as for Potter-Senior–HA!–the world would be better off without him!" He broke off into loud peals of laughter that echoed menacingly around the room, as if they were all laughing when only Snape was doing so, while everyone else clenched their fists, faces set.
A moment of silence as Snape's laughter ended and everyone in the room was ready–to which Snape was apparently unaware.
Lily stepped forward first, before all of the others who were ready to do their bit on "Snivellus", and ran her fist strait into his nose.
Snape did not have time to retaliate or hit back. He could not have done either of those, because his nose was nearly broken and bleeding in an instant and he was on the floor, clutching it and howling in pain.
Sirius and Wormtail roared with delight, both coming over to hug Lily happily as Snape clutched his nose on the floor. Harry and Moony stared. Lily wasn't celebrating, though, because she was telling Snape, "One more word about Muggles, Muggleborns, or James Potter and you'll get another display of Muggle dueling–come on Harry--"
She freed herself from Sirius and Wormtail, pulled Harry to the door, undid the lock, and stepped out into the corridor with her nose in the air.
"I've noticed, Severus. Do you believe me stupid? Did you think you were that clever?"
"Pardon me, Master?" Severus said, mastering his own fear and hiding it securely in the back of his mind, along with all thoughts of Albus Dumbledore or the Order of the Phoenix, pushing them back and pressing forward memories of times when he had been with the Dark Lord, obeying only him.
Voldemort looked at him wryly from his chair, his long white fingers stroking the black velvet. He knew.
He finally knew. It had taken years. Years of working to keep himself secret. Years of switching his own loyalties–only to come to this point.
There stood Lucius Malfoy, to Voldemort's right. His right hand man.
Lord Voldemort stood up, moving to where Severus stood, and looking strait in his eyes with those horrible slit pupils.
Severus only had one weapon against this. All he could do was feign the stupidity. Pretend. That was all it was. Just like he used to pretend that he was better than his old enemy, James.
–he remembered something. His nose hurt–
He couldn't control those memories, because they only jumped on him when he wasn't expecting them, when he was completely in control of everything else.
"I've actually been suspecting this for a long time, Severus." Voldemort said, beginning to pace before him like a panther waiting patiently for its victim to come out of its shelter. Voldemort's robes swept out behind him, fluid and graceful. How could something be beautiful and horrifying at the same time?
Voldemort did look somewhat disappointed. But at the same time Severus couldn't get past the clever arrogant look on his "master's" face. Voldemort was enjoying this.
"You, who spend most of your time at Hogwarts....the best spy that I could ever ask for. It seems that this happening was something of a dream. How could I believe that you could still be loyal to me–and only me–if Dumbledore was hovering over your shoulder, hour after hour...day after day...
"You couldn't have. You aren't. You are a sour man who has gone through the torment of those who follow Dumbledore. Yet you do not work against such treating. You are not what I thought you were, Severus. Do you understand what I am telling you?"
Severus did not hesitate before saying, "I don't know what you're talking about, Master." Respectfully.
Voldemort's lip curled upward ominously. He said, "Don't you?" His eyes darted toward Lucius Malfoy, standing off to the side. Lucius was oozing self satisfaction. He continued, then, "Now, now, now, Severus. You are not stupid. You are neither naive. I ask you, where have you been in the last hour? The last two hours?"
Severus answered promptly, "Searching for the escaped prisoners. Lestrange told me about it." That was true, "I was in my cell when the message came for me to come here. I had forgotten my cloak and was about to look outside." Answer promptly. Everything must add up correctly. Don't stutter. Don't let your eyes wander. Keep your guard up. Good answer. It was a cold autumn night. He would have needed to go back for his cloak, if he hadn't already had it on, because he had gone outside, looking for Harry.
Pause, then, "Really?" Voldemort said, intrigued. His eyes darted once more to Lucius and back again, "I will be short and to the point. You have lost my trust, as of now, Severus. My distrust, I might add, could easily be fatal. Return at least one of the prisoners to me before the night's over. Do I have to tell you the punishment if you don't consent?"
Severus nodded, bowed, and left.
Lily's muscles were still writhing, another outlet for her anger. Something to make her heart slow back down to normal, to make her arms stop shaking. If only Trixie had seen that! Trixie always said that Lily was really a tiger with a thin covering. Maybe she was right.
With Harry alongside her, Lily finally began cooling down. Her muscles were still tight, but her breathing slowed and her heartbeat with it. The droplets of perspiration on her forehead were dry now, but she had no way to wash them off.
Lily looked down at herself. Her uniform was mussed. There were scratches all over her arms, and a tear in her robe. Her hair, rustled, fell over her eyes and down her back meanly. She supposed that she looked a mess, but then again, Harry wasn't much better. He was worse. His hair had apparently been hereditary. Forever untidy. His robes draped over his shoulders loosely. There were dark shadows under his eyes. Lily wondered what he would look like if he smiled. She had yet to see him smile much.
Right now, though, she thought she saw a small glint in his eye that might have been a smile.
"I don't get it." He said, in a slightly amused tone.
"Get what?"
He put a finger to his lips and indicated for her to follow him into a side corridor while two Death Eaters passed. He waited for their footsteps to fade before saying, "Why did you hit him? It seemed like you hit him...because...because he...insulted James."
Lily's eyes became wide.
A/N: Hehe. Evil cliffies...
TO:supernova8610-HAHAH! I update quick, don't I? *arrogance ensues*
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TO:Ness Lupin-WHAT??? Whoever told u....grrr....it doesn't matter how much you weigh or how you look! Anyone can take karate!!! Grrrrr....
TO:J.E.A.R.K.Potter-This shall be the first multi-chapter story that I'm ever going to finish–I will finish it...right?
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TO:LJstagflower4e/JCtigerwolf4e-I had to read through the whole story again, but not only to see if I'd even mentioned that James and Lily were married. I never did mention, because I guess I thought that was a given. Oops. My first mistake. Not a serious one, but please inform me if I do it again!
TO:shadowphoniexstar-No offense taken, don't worry. I just didn't think of it before.
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