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Silver Tongues

Summary: After the cleansing and purging of compulsions, Harry and Snape make new discoveries.

It had been very painful; the goblin was right. He'd tried not to scream, but eventually he did and passed out from the pain.

And now he sat in a puffy chair, the parchment that revealed everything resting in his hands.

The professor sat nearby, nursing a cup of tea. "Are you alright?" He asked after a long beat of silence.

Harry wasn't sure he was alright, but he definitely felt very confused and felt like a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"I don't know," Harry answered. "It's all very strange."

He didn't feel much different, but felt vengeful. He wanted to exact revenge against the Headmaster. Physically, he felt healthy. Not as much tired as he was before the Occlumency lesson, and felt stronger. He could feel his magic swirling inside him and could feel the compression on it to keep it in check because there was so much of it.

Mentally, he was angry. Oh so angry.

Who had lied to him? Had his friendships all been lies? It was overwhelming to face the fact that he could not trust anyone expect Professor Snape and the goblins. He rubbed a hand down his face, sighing.

"It's a lot." He said.

Then he had an idea. "If he manipulated me my whole life, and made sure nobody else knew of my true heritage, then... would he have put compulsions on you, too? On everyone or just you?"

Snape thought for a moment. He excused himself and exited through the door, calling, "Ragnarok!"

The goblin entered and Snape looked very exasperated. "Can you check to see if I have compulsions placed upon my person?"

The goblin smiled. "Ah. Would you like a blood test, sir?"

"Yes. Now would be a good time."

And so thus Snape had a blood test and revealed his blocks and compulsions on his person and magical core. His Legilimency was no longer blocked because it had broken through Harry's glamours.

But he had a untrustworthiness potion in his system keyed to Harry Potter (more like Harrison Riddle) and plenty of Gryffindors. And he had a loyalty potion keyed to the Dark Lord and a submissive compulsion keyed to Albus Dumbledore. And his magical core was blocked by 25%. He'd also had a series of Memory Charms placed upon him and it infuriated him beyond comprehension.

Snape was seething by the end of the list and threatened to seriously maim the Headmaster.

Grumbling, he was escorted to the same rune-carved room Harry had been in and had his blocks removed.

Harry patiently waited in the room he and Snape had gotten their blood tests, holding a cold cup of tea. Suddenly the door opened and a clothed Professor Snape entered. He looked shell-shocked.

Whatever had been discovered was not good.

"Professor?"

"Everything..." Snape muttered, "was a lie."

Harry grew alarmed. "Erm... Professor?"

Snape looked at Harry with contemplation. "Should I tell you?"

Harry frowned. "Tell me what?"

"About the Department of Mysteries."

Immediately, it clicked.

That dream.

It was just a random corridor. It was the Department of Mysteries!

He covered his mouth with a shaking hand. "Oh God."

Snape rounded in on him. "Potter - er... What is it?"

"I've been dreaming of a corridor. There would be a door at the end. It was the corridor to the Department of Mysteries and I remember... I opened the door and there was more doors."

Snape looked ashen. "You were dreaming of the Hall of Prophecies."

Now it was Harry's turn to look ashen. "There's a prophecy?" He gasped. "About me?"

"It's fake. I was placed with a Memory Charm on that night many years ago. Sybil Trelawney did recite a prophecy, but the one I remember was fake."

"Do you remember the real one?" Harry asked, hopeful.

"No. I do not."

"That Headmaster will get what coming for him!" Harry growled.

Snape shook his head. "No. We must be careful. We can't reveal too much at once. Or the consequences will be disastrous."

"So what do we do now?"

Many minutes later, with the help of Ragnarok, Harry had been placed under a safe, undetectable glamour that will last until he wishes it removed. Snape had concluded that he'd need to act still clueless and make sure he doesn't meet the eyes of the Headmaster. Harry needed to keep up the act as well.

But it would be very difficult, because the only people they could confide in was each other and the goblins.

It would be a silent war on who would crack first, fi they ever did.