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"Potter you are to remain in the care of the order now. DO you hear me Potter?!" McGonagall lectured him sternly complete with finger waving. Harry nodded absentmindedly. He wasn't worried for his own safety.

He was going to be separated from Ron and Hermione, who would be in as much danger as he was at the moment. They were his friends after all. The one's he could trust beyond measure. Why hadn't he seen that when he was harboring the biggest secret of his life. Little did he know, another giant secret was creeping to the top of the pile, and soon he would have to tell them that too.

Snape was his most hated rival just two weeks ago. Now Harry had a new respect for the man who had suffered so badly for the same reasons he was. Snape had also kept his secret. Kept it to himself! To think of that made Harry feel that Snape didn't want him destroyed. When he met with him the day after the incident he told Harry a lot of things that he didn't know. Things about being in love with his father and joining the death eaters with a promise to gain love in return. This was the first point in time when Harry didn't respect the person his father was. That romantic notion that James was a hero was all in his head and it hurt.

"Potter!" McGonagall thundered at him. Why couldn't she just leave him alone now to think? He understood now that he was going to be sent with the Order and that he was going to have to do more hiding than fighting.

"Yes, I understand. I'll be leaving on a train." She straightened her robes and walked from the room to leave Harry all alone. Lucky for Harry, he had the most important roll of parchment in existence in his robe pocket. He anticipated all of this happening. He didn't want to be under someone's care like an object. Harry was a front line fighter and everyone knew that. He didn't need or want their protection.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He tapped the parchment lightly and the map appeared. All the students were shuffling into their dormitories and packing their things, except two lone ink dots just, labeled Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, around the hallway from the room he was in. He knew they wouldn't just follow directions and leave him to be taken away to wherever they were going to bring him.

Quickly he scanned the school grounds looking for another little ink dot. It wasn't there and Harry's brow furrowed. Who would have kidnapped, or been able to kidnap, Snape?

"No more thinking" he mumbled to himself. He rolled the parchment up and tucked it safely next to his wand. It was time to get the bloody hell out of here. He rose and scurried across the room to put his ear up to the door. He didn't hear anyone outside of it so he slowly twisted the handle and pushed the door open. The hallway was empty.

"Hermione….Ron," he whispered into the air. There was no answer so he turned the corner where the map had said they were.

Again he whispered to something he didn't see. "Where in the bloody hell are you," he asked again. Suddenly they appeared in the flash of a cape with glowing red faces. Harry shook his head, "This is no time for snogging!"

"We weren't snogging Harry!" Hermione said playfully.

"Oi…we just made old McGonagall fall on her arse!" Laughed Ron. They must have been red from trying not to laugh while the professor was around.

"That's all fine, but we need to get the hell out of here." Harry said sternly. They could hear footsteps coming up the opposite hallway in large clanks. As quietly as possible they began running down the hallway they were in. They passed the Great Hall and flew downstairs into the dungeons.

"Where are we going Harry?" questioned Hermione nervously. When they got down into the abandoned looking dungeons, Harry finally turned to explain himself.

"I just need to get one more thing." He said and he turned into Snape's destroyed classroom. Hermione and Ron both stood with their mouths gaping when Harry lifted a wand from the floor of Snape's destroyed classroom.

"What are you doing with that," Ron asked suspiciously. Harry tucked it away into his breast pocket. He knew that the two thought that Snape might be responsible for killing Dumbeldore. The room was a bloody mess though. Cauldrons everywhere.

"Returning it to someone who probably needs it very badly right now," Harry told them. Both of them grimaced in disbelief. He would explain later and he darted passed them into the hallway again. They reluctantly followed with a trust that couldn't be broken. Harry wasn't going at this alone.

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Snape awoke, chained to a wall and stripped of clothing. His wand was gone and so was everything that he could use to escape. He damned himself for making such weak charms on his robe. He had all sorts of things hidden in it, including a backup wand that would have made up for the one that was thrown on the floor of his classroom during the struggle.

He had nothing. Not even his dignity. And he was chained to a god damn wall in a filthy dungeon, with no clothes on. Honestly, he hoped that no one would find him until he turned into bones. He wasn't even worried about dying. Besides, who would come for him anyway? Everyone probably assumed that he was to blame for Dumbeldore's death because he was abducted shortly after. SO, his name was slandered too.

Potter probably thought that too. Somewhere deep inside Severus winced. To be hated like that probably meant that he had already told those friends of his, Severus had confided in him. It wasn't only the embarrassment that made Severus tighten. It was the thought that Potter might hate him now. It hurt to think that the son of James would hate him now. The choice that James made would now hate the choice that he didn't.

For the first time in over fifteen years, broken and nude, Severus cried for himself.

It felt like a giant weight had lifted off Harry's chest. He told Hermione and Ron everything. They took it better than he had thought they would. He apologized for keeping such a secret. To his shock, Ron wasn't even in the least disgusted. He actually seemed flattered.

"Oi Harry is that all that you've been worried about," Ron said as he flipped through the latest edition of the daily prophet. They had been back at the burrow for days. Just the three of them were there. When the arrived the house was empty and it's usual messy self. "Mum always cleans before she leaves on such a long trip."

Ron was becoming increasingly alarmed at the absence of his family. Hermione had been silent the whole three days. She was plotting and Harry could see it. She had figured out that they were keeping Snape in a pub the next town over because the death eaters had assumed that Harry and the order would return to the burrow. The three of them had been laying low and were very aware of the continual scouts being sent from the area.

Harry suggested plotting a daring escape and Hemrione shook her head. "every detail has to be in place Harry or we will get killed."

Harry understood that, but he was growing very nervous by the day. Snape could be killed right now or dead already. He needed to save him and get him away from the death eaters to prove, mostly to himself, that Snape was innocent.

"Can you make anything into a port key," He asked Hermione. She nodded and curiously raised her smooth brown eyebrow. Harry's eyes darted around the room until he found a roll of tin foil. He got up and grabbed it. "Even this?" He asked her. Again she nodded with a piqued curiosity.

"What are you getting at Harry," asked Ron suspiciously. Hermione just smiled. She knew exactly what Harry was getting at. Harry crumpled a piece of the shiny silver paper into a ball and raised it to Hermione. Again she nodded as if to say 'yes, that can be a port key too.'

"Lets turn a piece of real rubbish into one." Harry said smiling. "I can trudge in there and demand that I see Snape. Then, I could fake a spell to get us out of there even though we would really be using the key."

"Are you sure they wouldn't notice?" Hermione said "It's not like they aren't aware of what a port key is."

"Yeah, but if I could distract them long enough with some fancy wand waving." Harry defended himself. Hermione agreed that it could work and that it was the best chance they had. Ron was still catching up.

This was the plan. The best one they had on such short notice. It had to work. Right?

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