Harry Potter and the Prophesied End

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Harry bolted up in bed, torn from his sleep, when he heard a banging at his window. He was at the Dursley's. He had promised Dumbledore at the end of the year, before the Headmaster had died, and he had stuck to his promise. He had only been there a week. His plan was to leave in a couple days, having fulfilled Dumbledore's request. Little did he know, his plans would be squashed. And it would be the person at the window to do the squashing.

Harry tried to focus his eyes on the window but this only caused his head to ache. He reached for his glasses and put them on, looking at the window once more. A dark figure, his face hidden by the hooded cloak he wore, levitated on a broom, peering into the room. Suddenly awake, he picked up his wand, and got out of bed. He shivered, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. He didn't waste time putting on more clothes, but padded across his room straight for the window.

Opening the window, he pointed his wand at the figure, and spoke firmly.

"Who are you?"

Without warning, Harry's wand left his hold and flew into the figure's outstretched hand. The figure then flew into the room and slid off the broom, throwing it on Harry's unoccupied bed.

"Might want to keep a better grip on your wand, Potter," came an all to familiar voice.

Harry's fists clenched and he glared at the still hooded figure.

"YOU! How dare you come to me after you betrayed him! He trusted you and you just killed him! I knew you were on Voldemort's side from the start!"

"Potter, shut up before you bring more attention to yourself then you want."

Harry didn't shut up. He yelled louder than before.

"No! I will not shut up! I don't care if my stupid Aunt and Uncle hear me."

"It's not your relatives I'm speaking of, Potter. It's the Death Eaters."

"What? Don't your mates know you're here?"

"No, Potter. No, they don't. Now shut your mouth before I make you!"

Harry fell silent and narrowed his eyes.

"Well done, Potter. You're actually beginning to follow directions. Shame it took you seven years to learn such a useful skill."

"You may put on clothes if you wish, for we will depart after I explain what happened in that office, and why I am here, and anything else that the Headmaster wished you to know."

He sighed and took a seat on the end of the bed as Harry, keeping his eyes on the old Hogwarts teacher, moved around his room drawing on a pair of jeans and a shirt. He then pulled out the chair at his desk, ignoring a squawk from Hedwig, and sat down, giving his attention to Snape.

Snape put both wands in the pocket of his robes, which appeared dirty and second hand to Harry. Snape then looked at Harry, his gaze hard and cold.

"You interrupt me once, and I will fix it so you can't speak until I allow you to, understand?"

Harry glared but nodded.

"Good," Snape said with a sneer and shifted into a more comfortable position before starting to speak. "Now, I'm sure I can take time to explain to you why your suspicions on me are wrong, but I'd much rather you hear it from someone you've always trusted. It'll make it easier on me."

He stood and pulled out an envelope from his robes and handed it to Harry.

Harry hesitated but took the letter and broke the seal, pulling out the letter.

Harry,

By the time you read this, I will have been gone for some time. I did not know if I would need to write this, but if my death is evitable, you will never see this letter. If not, then it was my destiny to die for the cause that is right. I know that even if Hogwarts remains open, you (and Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger, undoubtedly) will not return, hoping to go in search of the remaining Horcruxes. This was of course an evident piece to the puzzle that is your fate, and those of your friends. I wish you luck on this dangerous journey you're about to embark.

I know that many accusations fill your head, most pressing be those against Severus's loyalty to myself.

Harry, know always that Severus is loyal to the end, and will assist you in your grave journey.

I have always thought of you as a son, and will miss you long after I am gone. My last piece of advice I leave you with is this—use any advantages laid before you; accept help from any friends and allies who offer it.

Merlin guide you,

Albus

Harry reread the letter twice, fighting the tears that threatened to escape the concrete barrier of his eyes. He folded it, returning it to the envelope, and placed it in his pocket.

Snape cleared his throat causing Harry to look up at him, frowning slightly.

"Speak then, Potter."

Harry hesitated a moment before he open his mouth to speak.

"How am I supposed to believe that this letter isn't fake?"

Snape sneered coldly.

"Ever hear of a potion called Veritaserum, Potter?"

He dug into the pocket of his robes and pulled out a small vile.

"Once I drink this, you will be free to ask question pertaining to Dumbledore's death. Ask me anything that has nothing to do with this, and even the Death Eaters will seem friendly."

With that, he uncorked the vile and drank the liquid. His face blanked and Harry waved a hand before his face. Snape blinked but nothing else happened.

"Can you hear me?" he asked, testing.

"Yes," he replied.

"Are you a loyal member of the Order?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever thought of returning to Voldemort's side?"

"Yes."

"And you decided loyalty to Dumbledore over Voldemort, regardless of the danger your choice put you in?"

"Yes."

"This letter was written by Dumbledore and its contents are the truth?"

"Yes."

"Are you an ally and you will do all that is in your power to help me?"

"I am, and I will."

Harry nodded and sighed, for the second time in his life, glad to see Snape, and to have his loyalty. He sat silently, waiting for the potion to wear off. A minute later, Snape blinked and sneered.

"As you can see then, Potter, I am very much loyal to you and that letter is indeed the real thing. Now, I do believe enough time has been wasted. We must leave."

He stood and picked up the broom, raising a brow at Harry.

"What are you waiting for?"

Harry stood and got his broom from the far corner of the room, joining Snape at the window.

"Keep close and stay silent."

With that he flew out of the window. Harry opened the cage to Hedwig's cage and together they flew out of the window and into the night.