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Harry Potter and Co. Belong to ROWLING

Chapter 19. Good byes and Choosing Sides!

The Headlines renounced Fudge's incompetence and condemned Dumbledore's lack of courage. They had never been under such stern criticism. The Wizarding population who was treated to Rita Skeeter's heart wrenching report that brought about the cancellation of the Tri Wizarding Tournament could not fathom how a Wizard of Dumbledore's power and supposed sense of protection had allowed four children to battle Death Eaters, Dragons and Voldermort.

Witnesses of the argument between Harry's entourage, Dumbledore and the Minister were reported as saying that the Minister had insulted Prince Alessander of the Blood Moon one of the most powerful Vampires in the European continent and wondered if Fudge was getting paid to serve the Wizarding Community or to start wars. Lady Longbottom was quoted as saying that Wizard or not, bonded or not Harry Potter Snape had been left to battle not one but four dragons. She felt ashamed of her government and said that if things continued as they were they wouldn't need Voldermort to bring about the destruction of their world. She applauded the champions and Hermione's courage and said she no longer looked to the government she had misguidedly supported for guidance. It seemed that a lot of people were changing their opinions but a great deal still clung to the notion that Dumbledore had been right in safe guarding the children. Harry had shown up inside Hogwarts with an escort he was somebody else's responsibility and it was wrong for Wizards to expect Dumbledore to leave Hogwart's children unprotected to save someone who had basically renounced them in favor of his new family. When all was said and done the Wizarding Community divided and would remain divided for years to come. Dark times awaited them.

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The Old Wizard sat in his study, the school was deserted except for the teachers who were working on erecting the wards again and Percy who was making himself useful by running errands for everyone.They had been working non stop for two days now but there was still too much too do. The wards had not fallen in six hundred years and many of the spells were of archaic magic known to only a hand full Master Casters. The students had been sent home. On his desk lay owls from ten families whose children would not be returning to finish the school year. They sited the lack of security but Albus knew better all of the owls came from families who had the Vampire legacy or were connected to a family that did. It seemed that battle lines were being drawn and Wizards were starting to choose sides.

Dumbledore had suffered a blow to his credibility and it would take a miracle to get it back. The Headmaster had been the head of Hogwarts for longer than anyone could remember and he was a Hero of the last War, he had saved the Wizarding World from a fate worse than death. Yet he was crucified because he had failed to save three children what about all the ones that had survived? No one seemed to think of them! Three lives had been lostbut how many had been saved! The old hero would never forgive Harry Snape, as he now called him, for this! Damn him! Damn the Prince! Damn the Prophecy! And damn whoever got in his way! The Headmaster thought enraged as he contacted Minister Fudge, it was time for him to visit the Department of Mysteries.

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Hermione's funeral was held two days later at St. Helen's Cemetery, it was a bleak day yet a large number of mourners showed up to pay their respects and keep the Grangers company through the whole service. Her parents stood by touched by those who came with either a flower or a keepsake for Hermione. They had no family only a few close friends so they had not really expected anyone. They were shocked when in the middle of the service the doors to the church next to cemetery began opening and one by one her classmates, teachers, and friends arrived. After the service the coffin was lifted from its resting place and carried outside by Neville, Ronald, Fred, George, Cedric and Victor. A posthumous medal for Gryffindor courage was presented to the Granger's by Ms. McGonagall. Neville stood with his Grandmother she had been dead set against his coming but she had changed her mind when she had seen his determination. At the very end stood Draco Malfoy and an invisible elf that had apparated him to the funeral, he still didn't know why he had come and tried to convince himself that it was to look good in front of Harry. His father had not come back and he would need his help soon. In a world that had turned upside down his mind was upside down too. When the heartrending affair was over the sun shone brightly and remained like that for fourteen days, something unheard of in that part of the country. Neville remembered that Hermione liked sunshine and had paid an elemental Wizard to cast a spell that would keep it sunny for fourteen days, Neville would miss Hermione as few would.

Draco cast one last look at Hermoine's grave site and apparated to his home. School had been let out for two weeks; the wards had fallen in Hogwarts nothing like that had ever happened that he could remember. He did not think he would be going back.

Hagrid had stood in the far back looming over the crowd. He saw Professor McGonagall but did not speak to her, they had argued when he told her about leaving Hogwarts. She could not understand his decision and had made it very clear that she did not share his opinions. He was feeling really down and was wondering what he was going to do when a little voice in his head told him to look to his right. He was startled but did as the soft voice asked him to. He saw two non-descript Wizards ready to leave. Follow them they know about Harry, the little voice told him

Harry had been unable to attend so Remus and Sirius had gone in his stead. They stood apart from the rest of the teachers under glamorie and were leaving when they heard someone behind them. They turned around slowly and hoped they would not have to defend themselves here of all places. It was Hargrid. The half giant stood shifting uneasily in his Sunday best clutching his famous umbrella.

"I don't know ye, but I was wonderin if ye knew about Harry." the Wizard asked wringing his umbrella.

Remus looked at Hagrid and considered lying but he decided against it. "I'm sorry but we're not at liberty to say." Remus wanted to tell Hagird about Harry but it was not safe. Hagrid respected Dumbledore and they could not risk anything getting back to the Headmaster.

"I see." The Wizard said looking sad and lost. "Fine girl Moine was…A fine girl."

"Yes she was." The two Wizards agreed.

"Tell 'im that in the end she understood what Dumbledore was all about. Tell 'im that I did too. I won't be going back to Hogwarts. Tell 'im that if he ever needs anything he can call me, he can owl me… smart fellows owls are, they can get a letter to anyone, no matter what. Did Harry ever tell you that when he got his letter from Hogwarts that Uncle of his wouldn't give it to 'im. So the owls just kept mailing more and more, they flooded the house with them…smart fellows owls are, real smart. Did their job better than me, I couldn't keep Harry safe or…or… Hermione. Tell 'im if he ever needs me I'll be there for 'im. Tell 'im that." he said taking big gulps to stop himself from crying. The Half Giant looked around wondering what to do next. He had moved out of the hut yesterday all his things were hidden in a part of the Dark Forest only he knew about but he really didn't have a place where he could stay. He had never had to decide anything as important as where he was going to live and he felt overwhelmed and hesitated on which way to go.

Remus sensed a deep sense of loss and confusion in Hagrid. He concentrated but the werewolf smelt no deception. He looked at Sirius the Wizard had the same idea but precautions would have to be taken.

"We were on our way to get something to drink would you care to join us Hagrid," invited Sirius. The half giant who was about to take a step hesitated and turned to the two Wizards they seemed pleasant enough and he nodded at their invitation.

"Thank you sirs, I think a drink would do me good it'll calm me nerves."

"Let us introduce ourselves, my name is Romulus and this is my colleague Solemn." Said Remus.

Hagrid blew his nose loudly not noticing the odd names and shook hands with the Wizards. Yes, a drink would help him decide where to go and what to do.

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Fudge in the face of imminent expulsion from the government came to Rita Skeeter hoping that she might have some idea of what he could do to regain ground. Rita listened to the idiot and wondered how anybody handled it. She thought back to the first time he had been elected as Prime Minister and couldn't remember if she had voted for him. She hoped not. He complained wanting to know why she would dare write such a blistering article about the Tournament, she had answered, because you still don't understand what you did. He looked at her perplexed and she had had enough and threw him out. The Minister stood outside cursing her and stomped off. If only Lucius were here. He'd help out. Lucius always had good ideas. He was so caught up in his musing that he never saw the dark shadows that hung around the gate of Skeeter's home.

Fudge walked quickly away forgetting Skeeter… for a while. Dumbledore wanted to talk to him; angrily he wondered what the Wizard wanted now!

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Lord Gribaldi was pacing his home wondering what to do. He felt torn. Yes, Alessander was his best friend and although he had not been the best of fathers it was true that he cared for his son but what he had found out made him hesitate between his loyalty to him and the loyalty to his Godson. He wanted to speak to Alessander but how to go about it. The vampire was ruthless. Would The Prince allow him to speak to Severus after the vampire found out that he was aware of his reasons for coming to Severus aid. What he knew of the Prince said no but Severus would have to know. Lord Gribaldi did not want to lose his friend. He would have to confront them both. What a problem and to top it off the Prince had been drinking from Harry's Godfather. "Little sips to quench my thirst Gustavus," the Prince had explained smirking after one his feedings…Lord Gribaldi had plenty to say but he would have to do it out in the open or he would not survive, the last thing he needed was to be caught in between Severus and the Prince.

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The Tournament had been cancelled and so Fred and George were out of money. They didn't care though; they had bigger fish to fry. Their brother Charlie was improving but he would have to remain at St. Mungos for three more days. It would cost the family a fortune. The whole family especially Ron was mourning Hermione and they had not heard anything from Harry.

Things were terrible and they were at a loss on what to do. Things could only get better thought Bill hopefully. Something had to happen something had to happen and something did, Dobby apparated in the middle of their living room with a message from Lord Severus Snape, he requested their presence at his Manor.

"Whose?"

"He said the family. He ordered me to give this to Mr. Arthur Weasley." Dobby said holding a parchment in his hands.

"He's not here he will be back in half an hour."

"Then I will wait." And so the elf sat and waited with the letter in his hand. The Weasley's looked at each other nervously but said nothing and Mrs.Weasley went about getting everything or what little there was ready for dinner.

"How's Harry?" Ron asked his eyes puffy from lack of sleep and crying.

"I'm not at liberty to say."

"What does that mean?" Ginny asked flustered.

"I can't say, I'm not at liberty to say." The elf repeated sadly. Bill saw Dobby his eyes were bright, his ears dropped and his normally energetic self was gone. Something was not right. Damn it! Were things bad everywhere?

Their father arrived an hour and a half later and Dobby handed him the letter. He had to read it twice; when he looked he was to the point. "Bill you and Ron go get Charlie take him to Pleasant Moon Inn remain there until Dobby gets you. Fred, George, Ginny you will help your mother pack everything you can carry we're leaving!"

"What?" Everyone asked in shock.

"Read this Molly," Mr. Weasley asked his wife while he closed his mouth in frustration and anger. Molly took the letter and read it out loud.

Lord Severus A. Snape and in bond

Lord Harry J. Potter-Snape,

Your family is in mortal danger. The Weasleys are scheduled to suffer a calamity. As you have proven your loyalty in the past we offer our assistance by offering our home as sanctuary for as long as it may prove necessary. Dobby has the necessary instructions if you are in agreement.

Lord Severus A. Snape and in bond

Lord Harry J. Potter-Snape.

"You heard your father children! Quickly! Ginny girl you get everything in the trunks Fred, George I want the pictures and Arthur my crocheting chair. Well everyone hurry! We have no time to lose! Bill, Ron get Charlie!" she ordered stuffing the letter in her pocket. The Weasleys scrambled to action. An hour later they were on their way to Potter Manor they would not come back for two years.

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two hours earlier...

Arthur Weasley had gone to the Ministry to collect the last personal items that had been held for him by Reginald his assistant of thirteen years. He had gone under glamourie, his permit to use it within the Ministry would expire the next day not wanting to show up at his ex job and be recognized he choose to make use of it now. He met with his assistant a young man who reminded him a bit of Percy, he briefly thought about his son. The boy had refused to come home from Hogwarts after Arthur had been set free. His son had sent the family an owl expressing his strong sense of disgrace and asked them to no longer consider him a Weasley. The blow had been a harsh one but whereas Molly had criedMr. Weasleyhad simply put the owl aside and continued looking at the want ads hoping to find some work. Percy firmly believed that the Ministry and Dumbledore had been right in the actions they had taken and would not listen to his Mother or him sometimes you had to make your own mistakes to learn. So be it.

Arthur and Reginald chatted quietly when he saw the unmistakable form of Dumbledore going around a corner in the company of the Prime Minister! Something about the Wizards did not seem right so making use of one his other licensed abilities he turned into a small mosquito and flew after them. Arthur had developed the uncanny ability in shape shif into very small creatures a fact he had kept to himself. No one knew he was here and no one looked twice at him, indeed he was a pretty small mosquito as far as mosquitoes went.

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"Are you sure?" Fudge asked wringing his hands all thought of Skeeter gone from his mind.

"Yes…now let's wait till we get inside." The Headmaster asked with sarcastic patience.

"All right all right." Fudge agreed flustered. The elevator doors closed and Arthur was just in time to fly through before he was left outside.

"The Prophecy is only part of their destruction. They are both powerful but they do not know what I do.'

"You think this prophecy is that important?"

"The Dark Lord will not rest until he gets it and Harry will run from it in terror."

"I don't know about running. He didn't seem the same." Mumbled Fudge into his hands.

"He had Vampires flanking him of course he felt self assured!"

"But he fought Dragons." The Minister protested.

"Animals! That is nothing! Voldermorte--" the doors opened again and both Wizards stepped out. Arthur tried to follow them but a charm had been cast at the entrance of the department of Mysteries that made it impossible for air to get in let alone him! Excited and scared at the same time Arthur remained in the elevator until the two Wizards returned.

"It is amazing! So only..."

"Yes only him."

"This information in the wrong hands…"

"Exactly. In the wrong hands, that's why it had to be moved and secured."

"Yes of course! Of course! And he doesn't know Harry I mean!"

"He's quite clueless! Both of them are!"

"DO YOU THINK HE CAN DO IT?" The Minister asked loud enough to make Dumbledore cringe.

"At one time I thought so, but he has given himself over to Snape, his family, and their ways, his heart is no longer clean he is an abomination like the vampires that protect him!"

"So what will happen?"

At that moment the doors opened again and the Wizards stepped out they were before the Minister's Office the men walked out talking quietly but Arthur was unable to follow, the hall and office had been charmed and he could not get through. So he waited again forcing his animagus form to hold. When he finally saw them returning he knew something had happened, the Minister had a confused look on his face he seemed flustered like he had lost something and he had. His memory! The man had been obliviated! Dumbledore walked out into the hall and Arthur dared not follow. The Headmaster had been distracted by his conversation with Fudge before. If Arthur was detected now he would be obliviated or sent to Azkaban for spying. He could not take the chance so went around the corner and quickly changed and cast the glamorie again. Ten minutes later Mr. Weasley walked out of the Ministry with his personal effects and left for his home. He needed to speak to Professor Snape and Harry.

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Severus was concerned; seriously concerned when they had arrived to Potter Manor Harry had been a mess. He had internal bleeding. He had suffered second and third degree burns on his chest and back, the clothes he had worn that day had been charmed by his father to serve as a shield which was the only reason Harry was still alive. No one could have survived such an attack but Harry had managed it and had fought the Dark Lord afterwards. Had he not had to face Voldermort Harry would be recuperating well enough.

His face had been saved from injury but his back and chest had second and third degree burns. Severus was working hard to make sure there were no scars but Dragon burns were magical and almost always left some kind of scar. The burns on his hands were the worst and try as he might he could not heal them. His punctured lung was healing too slowly making his breathing difficult and this was wearing him down. The Potions Master had never felt more frustrated. He sat down to watch over him, it would be another long vigil.

The Prince walked into the bedroom his wounds were completely healed and he seemed as alive as his condition allowed him to look. "There's one way for him to heal." He said standing behind his son.

"Don't even think about it." Severus and the Prince had had this conversation twice before and if the Vampire thought Severus could be worn down then he did not know his son as he thought he did. "I have said no twice before, I will not change my mind."

"His body was made weak by those around him. He is the most powerful Wizard I have ever seen, but his body can't handle his power.'

"You are insane if you think I will make him one of you! He's never had a chance to recover fully that is all."

"Don't let your prejudice for our kind destroy him."

"Our kind! You mean your kind!"

"You are a Vampire too! I have been patient long enough accept your legacy or I will do it for you!

"You wouldn't dare"

"If you would let him die to make a point, then I will turn you to make mine."

"Don't think I don't know what you are doing. I turn Harry and then what? I'll tell you what! He is part of this family. He would be under your control, wouldn't he? Bound to your Clan to serve you! Never!"

"Is that what you think?"

"It is what I know! He's been used by everyone! I won't allow it any longer! I'll kill Dumbledore! I'll kill the Dark Lord! And-"

"And you'll kill me Severus! Would you do that? Do you love him that much? I don't think so. Next time you talk about using him look in the mirror. He's not allowed to breathe unless you are by his side! "

"You don't know him. You wouldn't understand."

"Maybe I wouldn't." the Vampire said over his shoulder. He paused at the door, "Never threaten me Severus...you are lucky I've fed or I would not be able to control the demon inside that is demanding your blood right now."

Harry had been too sick to really be there for him and Severus was beginning to suffer from his forced withdrawal. He was afraid of losing him, what would he do if Harry died! "I can not turn him."

"Then make yourself comfortable because you will be here a long time." the Vampire's words echoed in Severus mind.

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Harry was sleeping deeply. He was unaware of his injuries or any of the pain his body was feeling. His mind was detached from the reality of his conscious self. He had traveled to realm that few could enter and was able to look at the world from where he stood. He saw Hermione's funeral and could have sworn he saw her standing next to Hagrid whispering something he was unable to hear. He heard the Weasley's weeping over their son and hoped Bill would be ok. He moved a bit further away and saw Remus and Sirius discussing his condition and found out his body was not doing well, he saw his Father n' law arguing with Severus about his legacy, Severus looked thinner and tired but he did not give in to his father. Severus was stubborn just like him. He moved further and could hear cries, someone was being tortured he moved closer afraid to see who it might be…as he got closer the screams and torturous moans got louder. He finally stood close enough and was shocked to see Lucius Malfoy writhing in pain as Voldermort who sat on a throne like structure tortured him with unforgivables while Death Eaters stood around watching. The Dark Lord had gotten his body back no doubt with the use of his blood thought Harry. Pettigrew and a woman he did not know stood next to him watching callously as the Wizard was tortured non stop. Harry looked towards Voldermorte and saw the red eyes and snake like features that were twisted in an evil smirk. The Lord was back and he was torturing Lucius, but why?

"Lucius, Lucius, Lucius …why do you make me do this? I can't seem to trust you anymore." The Dark Lord reprimanded pausing the curse.

"I'm loyal My Lord!" managed the Wizard between harsh breaths.

"You are a traitor!" Voldermort hissed casting another curse at the already exhausted man. Harry stood trying to detach himself from the burning sensation that he felt through his body. He gulped and convinced himself that it was his imagination. I can't be feeling anything I don't even like Malfoy the Wizard is a complete git to me and my friends still a part of him identified with the Wizard. Having fought Voldermort Harry knew what pain was. He looked to Voldermort and couldn't help feeling he had failed.

"I'm loyal!"

"Why did you not come when called? Were you biding your time trying to see if I would survive?"

"I had to make sure Draco was safe!"

"Draco that treacherous rat! He stood against me!" the Dark Lord thundered as he cast another curse. Harry saw the wizard trying not to scream out in pain but in the end it proved too much and the Wizard cried out. His pain filled Harry and he could not help but shiver violently as he too felt the unforgivable. He shook and felt himself crumble and the pain that filled Lucius spilled out on to him. A few seconds later the curse was lifted. Lucius lay on his side trying to get his body under control. His limbs shook violently and his vision blurred but he got to his knees unsteadily. Harry could not help but feel respect for the Wizard, if Draco were here he would be proud.

"He is young he does not know any better!" Lucius said struggling to speak clearly.

"Kill him!"

"He's more worth alive!" Lucius replied coldly.

"A traitor is valuable if he is dead, prove your loyalty to me kill him!"

"It'd be a waste Master; he has many friends, future followers of you Lordship!" Lucius said weighing every word.

"Really! So Lord Voldermorte needs your stupid son to have followers.'

"They need to know of your greatness my Lord." Lucius was bent on one knee his head bowed in submission. Harry knew that what Lucius did, he did for his son.

"Then prove his loyalty and your own. I want five raids, no survivors. He will go with you and he will prove his skills as a future follower of my Greatness."

"As your Lordship wishes! Do you have anyone in mind?" Lucius still on one knee.

"The Longbottoms, the Weasleys, the Grangers, the Dursleys, the half giant Hagrid!" Voldermort announced.

"As you wish. When?"

"The Weasley's tomorrow, no survivors except for the girl I want to enjoy myself before she dies. The rest before the month is out! He will get the message."

"Who my Lord?"

"Why Our young hero Potter-Snape!"

"Undoubtedly."

"Yes he definitely will. Now so you don't forget to heed my call ever again." Voldermort raised his wand. Harry saw Lucius brace himself before he was struck once more. Harry felt himself tense he knew what was coming. Both Lucius's and his screams echoed in his mind.

Prince Alesander ran back into the room and found Severus trying to restrain a convulsing Harry as blood ran down his face from the scar.

"Has he taken anything?"

"No."

"Wake him up he's in a trance! We have to break the link with the Dark Lord!"

Severus murmured a spell under his breath while the Prince cast a restraining spell on Harry to prevent him from reopening his wounds. It took him awhile but Harry calmed down and began waking. He was drenched in sweat. He slowly turned seeking Severus. The Potions Master who carried Harry's glasses in his coat pocket took them out and placed them on him. Harry tried to speak but his mouth was so dry the effort brought tears of frustration to his eyes. Severus took a glass of water and brought it to Harry's lips. He pushed the hair from his face and with a cloth cleaned the bleeding scar. Harry seemed unaware of anything but Severus and tried to speak again. The voice that Severus heard a hoarse but determined whisper that forced the Potions Master to bend down closer. "Volder…morte.. ordered… Lu…cius to kill the Wea…sley's tomorrow help…. them!" The effort had been too much and he closed his eyes. He opened them seconds later tired but alert and found Severus looking at him with an almost tender expression. "I'll help them" he said and called Dobby to the room.

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"So you are going to bring them here?"

"If you have any ideas voice them."

"It's your house." And technically it was. Potter Castle under Wizarding law had become property of Severus Snape when the bond had been formed.

"It's Harry's also.'

"Oh is that why he's going to have a say so in its running?"

"That is between Harry and I," he answered firmly. Severus knew he had to say it get it out of the way and move on per say. "Ahum.. Sir I wish to extend my apologies for my earlier outburst I can only say that the bond is affecting me."

"Really I was starting to get my hopes high! Too bad!" he said wondering when his Mr. Black would be coming back.

"I'm sure you were." Severus said dryly. "Have you had any news from your guards?"

"Yes, it seems Minister Fudge has a Mistress." Severus dropped the vial he had been holding in shock.

"What!"

"And you will never guess who it is" The Prince said smiling smugly.

"I'm almost afraid to ask." Severus murmured grabbing another vial.

"Rita Skeeter" Severus dropped a second vial and his jaw hit the floor.

"Severus really! At this rate you won't have any potions left.'

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Harry slowly opened his eyes and saw Severus sleeping on a sofa that had been drawn close to the bed. He concentrated on the threads that had come undone and worked to rebuild them just like Severus had taught him days earlier. He began weaving in and out and then pulled on them, Severus was jolted awake when he felt the tug on the bond. He moved rubbing the sleep out of eyes and was at Harry's side in an instant. Harry did not have Severus mental gift but he knew Severus could read or sense his emotions and welcomed Severus back.

Severus could feel Harry trying to communicate with him and picked on the welcome and gave him a small smile.

"Are you thirsty?" Harry concentrated on a yes and Severus quickly apparated a mug with crushed ice and spooned a little into his mouth. The ice cooled Harry's mouth and he concentrated on swallowing the melting ice. He felt his throat constrict painfully and breathed hard to keep from suffocating. Severus knew he had a hard time ahead but couldn't help feeling hopeful and happy.

"Do you remember what happened?"

Yes, came the response loud and clear. "Harry I don't want you to tire yourself, I'll speak and read your thoughts I don't want you to try and read me. Save your strength we can practice later."

"Does it hurt to breathe?" Yes. Severus wanted to hold and comfort him but he knew it was impossible so he gently pushed the hair from his eyes, his scar was red and bleeding slightly.

"Is the pain worse?" No it isn't. "Good. I'm pleased to hear that.' he said casting a combination of cleaning and refreshing spells. He had felt so tired before and but seeing Harry awake gave him an energy he hadn't felt in the last two days.

"Is it the same?" a little less.

"Harry listen closely a healer came, he examined you. You had a magical drain so your body is healing itself slowly. To replenish your magic you need to recuperate physically so I need you to try and drink and keep everything I give you down. It'll be difficult but I promise to help you as much as I can."

Ron? Of course he would ask, thought Severus casting a warm spell on the room when he saw him shiver slightly.

"They are fine. I've made arrangements; they'll be staying in the guest house so don't worry please. Everyone including Bill is fine."

Severus had moved closer and Harry could see him clearly. He was saddened by the Potions Master's appearance the Wizard looked terrible. He felt his chest tighten and Severus looked at him in alarm. Harry needed to rest as much as he could and all this conversation was not letting him. Quickly the Potions Master brought a mild sleeping potion to Harry's lips but Harry would not open his mouth. "Harry please!" Severus said rubbing his face in frustration. Harry looked at him calmly and with a tremendous effort spoke, "I'm …sorry I've...caused you so much… trouble." Severus looked at him and unable to say anything he laid his fingers on Harry's lips and the kissed him. It was a tender kiss, slow and comforting. Harry accepted it and closed his eyes and tried to move towards him but winced and Severus quickly pulled away. "Get better Harry…Merlin get better! I've missed you!" he whispered from the bottom of his being. He held the potion to Harry's lips until he drank it all. "Lie with me Severus," Harry whispered through the bond. Severus wanted to do just that. He caressed Harry's jaw and casting the strongest charm he could on their chambers he prepared himself to lie down. Not wanting to accidentally cause Harry further injury Severus cast a shield around Harry's body that would prevent him from coming in contact with him. Harry fought the potion's effects until he felt Severus next to him, in seconds they were both asleep.

A whole day later they woke up to a number of happenings. Remus was trying to prevent Sirius from killing Prince Alessander, Severus finally found out who the Prince had been feeding from. The Weasleys were now installed in a small guest house on Potter Manor, and went about gathering information that may prove to helpful to the Wizarding World's survival. Hagrid was happily taking care of the grounds. Cecilia was in hibernation again, this time the temptation had been too great and she had had a house elf for lunch. Myrtle had found a number of portraits in the attic and with Dobby's help and a small army of elves they had been brought down. One of the paintings was of Harry's grandfather; the Wizard was except for the green eyes identical to Harry. Myrtle had for some mysterious reason taken to disappearing, nobody really knew where she went and she never said. The most surprising even however came from Draco; he was requesting an audience with Lord Snape.

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Well here it is! I hope you like it! I am working on the next one which deals with the Prophecy, itself!

P.S there will be a Department of Mysteries Battle! Again all I can say is that it will be different from the book!