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Coming home Chapter 2

He didn't have to turn to know that Albus Dumbeldore was standing behind him. He knew that he should have screened his flew connection more thoroughly. Dumbeldore was the former headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, but more importantly he was a great friend and an irreplaceable mentor. Now, though, now he was the last person he wanted to see.

"Not now Albus. Please leave." He felt so deflated. What did he just do? He threw out the only man that he ever loved out of their house and it appeared out of his life.

Albus sighed heavily. It always seemed that he was asking this man to sacrifice something for the greater good. He moved away from the fireplace that held so many happy photos of the two lovers and made his way to where the man that he considered a son leaned heavily on.

"Severus. Please try to understand this had to done Harry must.."

Severus' head whipped around; fire in his eyes.

"Don't! Do not speak his name. You are not allowed anymore."

Slightly taken aback, Ablus drove on.

"Severus, you know that I'm right. He must go through this in order to survive what is to come." Albus reached out for Severus shoulder but was swatted away.

Severus pushed himself from the couch to pace heavily.

"No, I do not know that you are right. You have been wrong before with assuming that the only way he can accomplish anything is by destroying him emotionally. Wasn't he always the Golden Boy in school; the Prince of Light. Why now are you trying to kill him in the shadow that has always surrounded him?"

If Seveus were a cat, his back would have been arched defensively and all the hairs would have been standing on end.

Dumbeldore inadvertently took a step back. It truly was frightening seeing Severus so upset over Harry. But regardless of how Severus was feeling, he new that he was right. The darkness that was coming was far worse than anything Harry had faced to date. Voldemort was cruel and monstrous, yes, but he was prideful, foolish and made far too many mistakes by letting his hatred towards Harry blind him.

That's how Harry finally defeated him those several years ago. Voldemort's rage had blinded him into making one foolish mistake after the other and finally Tom made his last by aiming his wand directly at Severus' head threatening Harry that if he didn't surrender to him immediately he would kill his little lap dog.

The sight that day had never faded from Dumbledore's mind. Harry went stock still. He didn't breath, blink or did anything to indicate that he was still among the living. Suddenly there was a distinctive crackling noise all around him. Every living thing seamed to glow and the very essence of their life seemed to flutter towards Harry.

Voldemort, being the creature that he was never noticed the crackling of air or the shinning of light that seemed to build around Harry. Again, he asked for Harry's answer. What did he want; his surrender or Severus' death?

Finally what seemed like an eternity Harry's eyes focused on Tom's face and a small smile played its way across Harry's features.

"What the hell are you smiling for boy? Don't you realize that I hold the life of your precious Severus in my hands?"

The smile only grew wider and Harry couldn't help the chuckle that came from deep within him.

"You stupid, foolish thing. You have nothing in your hands." Harry waved his hand and Severus disappeared to only reappear kneeling next to Harry's side.

"How did you…" But before he could finish the obvious question, Harry locked eyes with Voldemort and just barely above a whisper, uttered an ancient almost forgotten spell: "Praesul excessum descedo" And then Voldemort was no more. There was nothing, not even a shred of cloth from his robes. It was like Voldemort never was.

When Dumbeldore turned to look at Harry he had already passed out, safely cradled in Severus' arms. It was finally over.

Or at least that's what he thought until the disturbing images began to plague him. He saw a man that would have put Voldemort to shame. The only thing that made him more dangerous then Tom was that Albus couldn't feel any hatred or love or for that mater any emotion what so ever, but he did feel an intelligence so calculating it disturbed him to no end.

He new he was right about this and though he hated to do this to a man that has already been through enough, he knew that Harry needed to feel this and to experience this separation of love. He needed to find a certain desperation that he never knew before. Hopefully if he was lucky, Harry would one day be able to forgive him.

Ok this is it for this part. I hope that everyone is liking the story so far. I know it seems a little angsty ((I'm such an angst queen  )) but I promise it's gonna be alright.