A/N: All right guys, I am so sorry about not updating before this and I know this chapter is tiny in comparison to most, but I swear upon my very expensive college tuition that this story will be done by the end of the summer. From here on it's all downhill anyways.

The wind picked up in intensity but Harry couldn't bring himself to move away from the lake. He engulfed Severus within the confines of his winter cloak, refreshing the warming charm every so often. Draco was leaning back to back with Harry, his knees drawn up to his chest, his pale blue eyes staring off into the pale evening sun. They had been out there for hours now and none of them had made a move to speak. For what was there to say? Severus had fallen asleep after the last memory and was now napping quietly on Harry's lap. His still tiny hands fisting Harry's t-shirt, face calm and peaceful.

Harry had been lazily running his hands up and down the five-year-olds back wondering what would happen when Severus woke up this time. He couldn't repress his memories forever, it wasn't healthy nor was it plausible. The child squirmed slightly beneath his fingertips, letting loose with a powerful yawn in the process. It made Harry smile to see it, but also quite sad. Holding the truth in wasn't healthy, but he wasn't sure he could suffer the sort of hate that the five year-old would harbour after being forced to remember everything. It was an altogether different brand of hate than Harry was used to seeing from his potion's professor and not a pleasant one. No...he could wait to pry the memories out of Sev another day.

Draco sighed softly behind him. Harry reached out and grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently.

"You ok?"

There was a long pause, which was better than just having the blonde spit out a caustic "fine". Harry rested his chin on top of Severus's head, waiting for the child to shake off the remaining sleepiness from his body.

"I'm afraid," Draco finally admitted, curling his hand around Harry's.

Harry sighed heavily. "I won't let anything happen to you I swear."

"You can't make those kinds of promises, Harry," Draco pointed out softly.

Harry looked over his shoulder and saw Draco's head bowed, his blonde hair covering his face from view, but Harry was almost certain he was crying. He knew the blonde too well to say anything about it though. If he wanted comfort he would ask for it. So, he gave comfort through the steady but gentle pressure on the blonde's hand.

"I mean it Draco," he said with quiet conviction. "I will die before someone touches you."

He felt Draco tense behind him. "Harry," he said slowly.

"No, don't argue with me. I said I would and I'm not taking it back."

"Harwy?" came the tired yawn from his lap. Harry stopped his argument with Draco and looked down at Severus with a tight smile.

"How was your nap, Sev?" It came out sounding overly cheerful, but the five-year-old didn't even seem to notice. Instead he beamed up at Harry.

"We're still outside," he pointed out gleefully. Harry chuckled softly, pulling the squirming little boy against him tightly. The air was chilling and Severus didn't have his jacket on. Harry didn't even want to think about what would happen if the black-eyed boy caught a cold. It was only early March and there was still a good chance that it could snow again.

The ground, though already growing anew, was still hard packed that day a sure sign that the weather was going to take a turn for the worse. He glared up at the darkening sky even as the sound of distant thunder echoed across the grounds.

Draco tensed behind him, before relaxing again. "We should head back in."

Harry nodded and rubbed his forehead. His scar was itchy. He glanced down at the top of Severus' head with a sigh. They really did need to get back indoors.

However, before he could as much as stand a shriek, like none of the boys had ever heard before resounded through the grounds. The noise grew louder by the second. The sound pierced the air, with its inhuman quality. Severus began to whimper and soon burst out into tears the sound hurting his ears more than Draco or Harry's.

The wail ceased abruptly, leaving Harry's ears ringing and his stomach churning. What had that been? He felt the magic shift in the air. Bolts of electricity shot across the sky and the entire grounds glowed white and got brighter when with a large crack the light expanded and shot out and died.

"Shit, oh shit, Draco!" Harry yelped realizing what had just happened. He leapt to his feet with Severus held tightly in his arms, in return Severus' tiny arms were wrapped securely around his neck and his head was buried against the nape.

"Harry were those the…"

"The wards? Yes." Without thinking he passed Severus over to Draco. "Go," he said, feeling the hair on the back of his neck standing up. A lick of pain lanced through his scar and he knew that he had to get Draco and Severus out of there. "Please go!"

Draco stood his ground with a fierce scowl. "Don't tell me what to do Potter!"

"Don't be an idiot MALFOY!" he shot back. This was not the time for arguing. Not now. "Please Draco, take Severus into the castle and hide!"

"Do you think I'm just going to leave you here?"

"JUST GO!" Harry shouted, his face flushed with anger. Severus' crying grew louder and more frightened. Harry winced, his expression softening. "Please Draco, I'm going to find Dumbledore, but I can't leave Severus by himself."

"Do you think this is it?" Draco asked, his eyes widening as he realized why Harry was so agitated.

Harry didn't know how to answer that. Voldemort was near. A severe burn had replaced the itch and his eyes had begun to water fiercely. He hoped not. He wasn't any where near prepared for this.

"Potter."

Harry jerked and looked at Severus, but for once his eyes weren't fogged over and he was looking directly at him.

"Don't give me that look Potter, I don't have much time like this. There's a decent chance by the time this battle is over with I won't be a child anymore."

Harry nodded, listening intently. "But sir…"

"Potter, don't be dense. You know as well as I that this will be the final battle and you are severely unprepared." The five-year-old smirked knowingly. "To be brief, there is a potion, in my private stores, that will help you. It's in a lime green bottle Potter sitting on the shelf nearest the door, it is tiny but visible. Drink it all before confronting the Dark Lord."

"But the wards around your door-"

"Are gone, along with all the castle's. Apparate in and out before finding Dumbledore." Harry nodded sharply. The little boy looked up at him with an odd expression. "And Potter?"

"Yes?"

Severus bowed his head with a contrite expression. "I probably won't be compelled to say this later, however," He looked up with a half-smile that seemed odd on the small boys face. "Thank you."

Harry smiled in return even as he realized the professor persona had been shoved down again and replaced by the bubbly five-year-old one.

"I'll go," Draco said, shifting the trembling child in his arms. Harry nodded and pulled out his wand ready to feel the slight pressure and pop out of existence. "Harry."

The raven-haired boy glanced up at the blonde. "Yes?"

"Don't get yourself killed."

Harry wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. Instead he pulled Draco into a quick one-armed hug and pressed a kiss on his porcelain colored cheek, before he disappeared off the grounds.

Draco sighed heavily. There was only one problem. He had no idea where to go.

A/N: So what did you think? Make you guys happy? I hope so! Because for once I didn't torture Sev with the past, heh, yay!