BLOOD OF THE MOTHER By BertaS March-05
Chapter 7
Description: In which a prophecy is revealed and Snape asks "Is that your blood or mine?"
It all belongs to JKR
A/N Thanks to those that reviewed. Here is the next chapter a day early to make up for the shortness of the chapters.
The Dark that is Light
Dudley remembered the words written in the Diary and recited:
With the blood of the Mother
And the love of the Marked
Shall
The Dark that is Light
Be Protected
The Power Not Known
Be Revealed
And
The Riddle
Be Vanquished
Harry nodded and touched his forehead, "That makes me the Marked. But, how am I to get 'Blood of the Mother'?"
Dudley shook his head grinning, "That's easy." And drawing his pocketknife he sliced across the palm of his hand and held it out. As the blood pooled in his palm he said, "Blood of your Mother, that's me."
Harry was shocked but it made perfect sense. Going with instinct Harry quickly stood, gripping Dudley's hand and hugging him. "Thanks Dud."
As the blood coated his palm Harry felt the tingle of strong magic.
He knelt next to Snape and said, "I hope this works." He placed his bloody hand over the Dark Mark and summoning all the feelings of love he could. The love for Sirius, Hermione, the Weasleys and even after this summer Dudley. He hissed in Snape's ear, "Severus Snape, may the blood of my mother and my love protect you." He didn't even realize that he had spoken in Parseltongue.
The professor's whole body convulsed and Harry gasp, there where so many spells on the hideous thing and Harry found himself delving deeper to find, identify and remove them all.
Dudley was looking out to where there were now more than a dozen people in masks across the street. They were all clutching their left arms as the man on the floor groaned and his black eyes opened to stare into the brilliant green of the young man kneeling beside him.
"Are you Okay Professor?" Harry panted as he squeezed the man's arm slightly.
Dudley interrupted Snape's answering nod with the news that there were now more than 20 highly agitated people in masks at the front walk.
Harry with one last squeeze of his professor's arm moved to look out the window just in time to see Voldemort arrive and feel a pain in his forehead. Unthinking he rubbed his scar with his still bloody hand, the pain stopped instantly.
Potter, are you bleeding or am I?" The professor asked looking from Harry's blood smeared forehead to his own arm.
"Oh, neither, it's Dudley's blood." He gestured toward the other teen going up the stairs.
Snape using his handkerchief to wipe the blood off his arm grunted, "The Headmaster should have foreseen this happening when he sent me to retrieve you." Then he smirked, "You do know that Blood Magic is usually considered Dark, don't you, Mr. Potter?
"Only if the blood is forcefully taken." Harry grinned, "Would you rather be dead?" he gestured out the window, "I could have left you on the stoop."
Snape replied, "Hmm, good…" there was a longish pause then in a slightly squeaky voice, "point…" He was staring at his now mostly clean forearm where the Dark Mark had been replaced by a beautiful silver and gold lily surrounded by a green and red ouroboros snake.
Harry's attention was attracted by the unusual behavior of the potions master.
"Oh My God! Professor? Harry said eyes wide.
A wide variety of emotions crossed the older man's face as he raised his eyes to meet Harry's. He was doing something Harry had never seen.
The smile on the man's face was incredible; it changed him into someone that you would like to have as your friend.
Harry couldn't help smiling back, "Your free, He can't control you any more, no one can." He said softly.
Dudley came back down the stairs with two long, greenish black, leather trench type coats. "I checked all the windows. The house is surrounded by what appears to be at two groups, the ones in the masks and a bunch of mismatched weirdoes."
Chapter 8 The Weirdoes are on Our Side
In which Snape makes a choice and Harry has a conversation with Dumbledore and Voldie.