Sorry it took so long. I was originally planning to make it something else, but changed my mind at the last second. I don't think I caught all the kinks if you think of something for me to explain tell me and I'll work it in a later chapter. This is the story of their 5th year by the way. The whole 5th year.

P.S. Sarah? Are you still out there? I miss you reviewing. Please come back! Tear

P.P.S Is beta someone who looks it over for mistakes and stuff, cause if so I NEED A BETA!

Now on with the chapter…

Last Chapter…

The real Draco took his place and consequently it was he who apologized to Harry. Now. This individual was beginning to feel the pressure I suspect, because He fled during the little show we…well Remus and Sirius provided in the Hall. He, conveniently for us, left his supplies behind." She glanced around the room, before her gaze rest on Harry. She looked straight into his eye's and said, "Harry, The individual who did this was…

Chapter 15.1 – Telling-Secrets, Making-Up, and Making-Out

Hermione paused and looked around the room. "Hermione!" Ron whined loudly. "Come on! Tell us!"

"Alright… It was," She gave Malfoy, then Harry both a strange look. "It was Professor Snape."

Everyone in the room gaped at her. Remus's "How-" was cut off by a snort from Ron. Sirius, getting over his shock, put on his well-known, always adorable, I-Told-You-So smirk, while Malfoy just stared. Harry was the first to speak, "Hermione, I know we all…well except Malfoy and maybe Moony (NOT SEXUAL! MOONY IS NOT GAY YOU SICK SHITS), we all hate Snape, but how could it have been him? I mean he isn't exactly on Voldemort's side, now is he?"

She nodded. "Yes. That's what I thought at first too. But it's all in this little notebook. He was a double agent, I believe they are called. He was pretending to spy for the Order, when really he was spying for V-Voldemort…"Harry opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off, "I know what you're going to say, Harry, but it's true. He didn't ever hurt you because his master wanted him to remain as a spy and that would have blown his cover. Also, the reason He saved your life that time was true, it was to fulfill the debt he owed your father, thanks to Sirius here."

"Well… That certainly is a surprise." Harry murmured thoughtfully. He nodded and looked around the room to see how everyone had taken it. When his eyes landed on Draco, concern spread over his features. "Malf- Draco, are you okay?"

This snapped the blonde out of his previous shock, by putting him into an even greater state of shock. He just managed to splutter, "Did y-you ju-just c-call me b-by my first name?"

"How very articulate of you. Yes, I believe I did, why?"

Malfoy…ahem, Draco and Ron both gaped at him and Hermione beamed. "Harry, I'm Soooo proud of you."

"To repeat my earlier question: Draco, are you okay? I know you are kinda of disgusting fond of that greasy git, but…" He trailed off.

"Of course, I like him…liked, past tense. He is my godfather."

"Oh" Harry paused, then looked at Hermione. "You are absolutely positive that Severus Snape did this?"

"Yes"

"And that he is spying for the Death Eaters?"

"Yes"

"Well, you know what that means, don't you?"

"Yes… I mean, no! What does it mean?"

"That I'm going to fucking beat his skull in and curse him to oblivion." Harry snarled and, turning on his heel, left the room. Draco followed directly as did Hermione.

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The dungeons were dimly lit and very dingy. Moss tinted the stonewalls green, but the trio marching Silently down the corridor didn't notice. If anyone had spotted these three figures walking purposely along, in amicable silence, they would have dropped off in a dead faint from shock. Luckily, no one saw them. They reached a small nondescript door and Harry knocked loudly.

"Enter"

They opened the door to find Severus Snape behind his desk grading work. As soon as they walked in, he looked up. "Potter. What do you want?" Just then, however, he spotted Harry's companions. "Draco? What are you doing with Potter? You are not fighting or cursing or clawing at each other and you are wearing each other's robes, so what on earth is going on?"

"Professor," Harry rapped the word in scorn until it dripped with distain and spat it out. He continued in a disgusted voice one saves for the vilest of creatures. "I do believe you have some explaining to do."

Snape rose, slowly, his gaze fixed on Harry. "And I don't do think you have the right to talk to me in that fashion."

At this, Harry's emerald eyes once again glinted like liquid fire, hid nostrils flared, his skin paled ever so slightly, and his breathing becoming erratic. Hermione noticed this and smiled inwardly. She turned to Snape and smirked, saying, "Professor that was entirely the wrong thing to say. Now he's losing his control. The last time he really lost his control, he blow up his aunt." She tsked and continued to smirk. She and Draco did, however, back up a great deal.

"How dare you presume that you have any right to tell me what is right and what is wrong or what rights I have, you lying, two-faced, slimy bastard! You are nothing but a fucking double-crosser. You're almost as bad as Pettigrew was. You deceitful, double-dealing, self-absorbed, solipsistic, mother fucking, doosh-bag! You fucking betrayed everyone: Dumbledore, McGonagall, Draco here, Me…Just everyone. What the fuck do you think you're doing? Did you think that you weren't going to get caught? You really are dense."

"Potter, what the hell are you ranting about? Do make me have to restrain you!"

Harry snorted and sneer spread over his face. "Do you honestly think that you have enough power to restrain me? Ha, don't make me laugh! Remember, Snivellus, I took on your All-Powerful-Lord, Voldemort, and Won!"

"Don't say his name!" Snape hissed, cringing slightly.

"What? Afraid of your Master's name, are you? Well, he not the only one you should be afraid of!" In a heartbeat, Harry had Snape by the neck and was pressing him up against the wall, crushing the other man's windpipe.

"What the fuck did I do?" He only just managed to wheeze out.

"What the fuck did you do? You fucking betrayed us all! We fucking know that you're a spy for Voldemort! I intend to make you pay for it, "Harry snarled. He saw the beginnings of fear and terror seep into his Potion Master's black eyes. "Then, I'll hand you over to Dumbledore with evidence of your crimes!" He pressed at little harder. Then he stepped back and Snape collapsed. Harry looked the crumpled figure in disgust. He threw up a silencing charm on the room. "Pugile! I will refrain from using the Cruciatus Curse on you, even though I would so like to. I like to believe I have better morals then that. Unlike you."

The bludgeoning curse hit Snape, who had been halfway to standing up again, in the stomach and the force of threw him back against the wall.

He gasped and, panting, straightened. "Well if I go down I intend to cause you some pain before I go. And you're right about morals. Crucio!"

Harry watched calmly as The Unforgivable split the air with an audible hiss. He didn't even try to dodge it. It hit him squarely in the chest and he twitched at the impact. Harry's lip curled back and he looked up to rest his gaze on Snape, who was staring in shocked horrification. Lip still curled, nostrils still flaring, Harry grinned, evilly. Snape stared "Fuck!"

"Hmmm…Seeing as I'm not a Christian or Jewish, I don't know where I got this, but an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, Snivellus." He tossed the strongest locking charm he knew over his shoulder. "Crucio!" Snape's screams reverberated off the walls….