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A/N: Okay, this chapter's short, but I'm also posting the last chapter with this, so together, it's a nice read . . . right? Ooo . . . I'm so excited!
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Chapter 7 - Separation
"It's quite possible that Snape will join us. He doesn't know now, but he already has a strong dislike of muggles." Harry stopped at the corner and listen as quietly as he could. He recognized the voice as Malfoy.
"We need to keep him away from Woshda. He could influence him the other way."
"He is too strong. The Dark Lord agrees he is a threat. He must be brought down." That was when Harry decided to enter.
"I'm a threat? Really? I hadn't realized," he said, then, once again realized his mistake. Once again, too late; he really should not have barged in on their 'meeting'. I'm full of mistakes this week, aren't I, thought Harry. It just wasn't his week, that was for sure.
"Woshda!" hissed Malfoy. Well, can't back down now, can I? Harry was about to answer when Peeves came through, throwing balloons filled with . . . something Harry didn't want to know. It did smell, though, which wasn't a good sign. Dodging the flying balloons, Harry took the opportunity to escape, thankful for whatever was making up for his mistakes.
Once Peeves ran out of balloons and disappeared, the junior Death Eaters gathered in the nearest room, making sure to place wards on the door.
"I think he knows too much. We should . . ."
"Our Master already knows the possible threat he is. It will be taken care of on him terms," Malfoy stated flatly. "But we need to be more careful. No more speaking outside warded rooms, understand?" The other four nodded in agreement. "Good. Now, back to our previous conversation. We know Snape hates his father, and we can use that as ammunition. He also likes the Dark Arts. We must play this correctly, but I believe he will join us. Our Lord has already agreed to pay him for his potions work, and he has already been working on his first assignment."
"He's good with potions. Very good," agreed Jason, with a smirk. "This is going to work."
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"Snape!" Lupin called across the corridor. "Snape!"
"What do you want?" Severus replied curtly, turning around.
"We want to talk to you, that's what," snapped Black, and Potter nudged him in the side.
"We want to make a truce with you, actually. Since you seem to be Woshda's . . ."
"What does Harry have anything to do with this?" Severus asked, wondering what Harry had done to get on the Marauder's mind.
"Well, he's in on the truce . . ." Potter stated.
"Like he'd talk to the likes of you," snapped Severus.
"But he did," sneered Black. "A no-fighting truce, and he agreed to help locate the Death Eaters in Slytherin . . ." Another nudge, much harder this time, into Black's side.
"Did he?" Severus wondered to himself, then turned to face Potter. "Get out of here," he said, trying to control his temper. Harry went behind his back and made a truce with them. Harry knew what they have done to him, and he still made a truce with them. The traitor!
"This is a library, we have every right to be in here as you do," Lupin pointed out.
"Well, get away from me!" Severus hissed, then just turned a left, leaving everything on the table.
"Er . . . I don't think this was a very good idea," Remus told his two friends. "I don't think Woshda told him."
"Well, that's his fault, isn't it," said Sirius, with a smirk on his face. "I don't think we can trust Snivellus anyway."
"Maybe," said James. "But I'm sure we can trust Woshda. If we turn one of his friends against him, even unintentionally, we might loose some valuable information."
"Let's just stay out of it, then," suggested Remus. "We don't want to make it worse."
"I wonder what he's working on," said Sirius said with an evil grin on his face, looking at Severus' research on the table..
"Don't, Sirius," Remus said. "Let's just . . . go."
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Severus ran through the corridors, intent on finding Harry. All he could think about is how his friend . . . his best friend, made a deal with his enemies! Since he wasn't paying much attention to where he was going, he plummeted right into whom he was looking for, knocking them both to the ground.
"How could you do it!" he hissed into the boy's ear, pinning him to the ground.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, confused. He had just gotten away from Malfoy and the others, so his mind wasn't anywhere else.
"You made a deal with the Marauders? How could you?"
"I . . . er . . . I just wanted the fight to stop, Severus!" Harry defended himself.
"And you didn't bother telling me!"
"I thought you . . . would be angry!" Harry yelled back. "Let me up!"
"NO! I thought you were my friend!"
"I am! Serpentine, listen to me!"
"Don't call me that stupid name, Woshda!"
"I did it so they would stop picking on you, Severus! Please, it wasn't to hurt you! Please!" Harry begged. Severus had to understand. He just had to. Severus pushed him back into the ground, causing Harry to hit his head on the stone floor.
"Shut up! I don't want to talk to you!" Severus said, getting up.
"Severus . . ."
"Stop! I said don't talk to me!" Severus turned around and left, leaving Harry on the ground, slightly dizzy from the impact to the ground. After a few minutes, Harry slowly got up. What have I done? he wondered.
Dumbledore explained to him how Harry went missing, but Remus still didn't understand. Harry was really Woshda? Why did he refuse to talk to him and his fellow Marauders? Why was he so mad in the beginning?
To find out the answers, Remus tried talking to Severus, but of course, Severus didn't say much of anything about it, so Remus figured he didn't know. If he did know, he probably wouldn't hesitate to throw it in his face.
They did talk about Woshda, though, and Remus could tell that the man was seriously sorry over refusing to talk to him.
But of course, neither of them could figure out if they ever made up. It obviously, in that time, hadn't happened yet.
Really confusing, thought Remus.
The next two weeks were terrible for Harry. He tried, over and over, to talk and explain things to Severus, but each time, he would either ignore him or storm off. In addition to that, no one in Slytherin house, except for Sel (when her brother wasn't around) would talk to him. Because of that, he started talking more to the Marauders, for the lack of someone better to hang out with. Harry was glad, though, that his father and friends had changed a little since he first arrived. They were no longer picking on people, for starters. Sirius still had a major dislike for the Slytherin, but he at least put up with him.
Severus started hanging out with a seventh year named Jason and a sixth year named Orion. Harry didn't trust them. They were with Malfoy that day he caught them talking. But things started making sense to Harry, now. Severus would join the Death Eaters. He would later turn to the light and because a spy. Harry being here made no change to that. Knowing this now depressed Harry. He thought he could help his friend, but instead, probably made everything worse.
In addition to avoiding the junior Death Eaters and giving information to the Marauders, Harry spent his time studying. There really wasn't that much else to do, and he wanted to be ready for Voldemort when he got back to his own time.. He was already ahead of his class despite the D.A.D.A. teacher's attempts at holding him back.
"Are you sure? After you say yes, there is no turning back . . ." his future Lord said. There were nods from everyone around the inner circle: his soon to be newest servants.
"Good."
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Harry was walking back from a meeting with Dumbledore. Overall, it wasn't very good news. Dumbledore had located the time warp, but it was closing. The old wizard didn't know how to send Harry back through, and once it was closed, there was not possible way to get back. That was known, anyway.
Harry was just about to enter the Slytherin common room when someone tapped his shoulder.
"Woshda, how nice of you to be out of the common room after curfew," said Malfoy as Harry turned around. With Malfoy were five other students.
"I was in a meeting with the Headmaster," Harry told the prefect, then turned around to give the password to the stone 'wall'.
"Sseveruss. . . tell me, what do you know about Harry Woshda?" his master asked.
"N-not much, my Lord," Severus answered. "H-he opposes you."
"You were friends with him, were you not?"
"Y-yes, my Lord. But he didn't talk about his personal life." Severus couldn't bear to tell his Lord that Woshda was from the future. He might be mad at him, but he did promise not to tell anyone. He wondered why the Dark Lord was so interested in Woshda anyway.
"What do you know?"
"Er . . . h-his relatives are muggles, but they didn't like him because he was a wizard . . ."
"Yet he opposes me? How . . . amusing. Back to the circle!" the Dark Lord told Severus. That was one thing Severus never understood. Woshda's relatives were terrible to him, yet Woshda didn't hate them.
Severus looked around at his new companions. They were wizards and witches who hated muggles as much has he did. Severus was ready for this. He was offered a chance to get back at his father, and he would do as his Lord said.
