AN: I am so incredibly sorry. I have actually had this chapter done since February, however I managed to misplace it. I really tried to find my inspiration again, but my heart laid in my misplaced chapter so I didn't manage.

Disclaimer: I do not own or have any rights to Harry Potter, all rights go to their respective owners.

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Everything was black, an endless pit of endless black. There was some kind of sound, but it came from so far away. He couldn't remember what happened, just that he had done something important before the blackness came. It took him a couple more minutes before he even noticed that the reason everything was black was because he had yet to open his eyes.

He opened them to a blurry world and a weird noise. He again wondered what had happened. It was clear to him that he was not in the dorms or his godfathers' house, it was too dark for that. And then it hit him. The answer was so clear. He felt tears gather in his eyes, he was back in his cupboard. For some reason Sirius had sent him back to the Dursleys and they had locked him up in his cupboard. He felt his heart beat faster with a fear he hadn't felt since he was saved.

He didn't notice that someone moved to his side and dried his tears. He was too caught up in his panic. He didn't react at all before he felt himself being lifted up and hugged tight in a familiar embrace.

"Harry" the sound was back, but it was clearer now. Someone was shouting his name. The voice sounded panicked, but Harry couldn't remember whose voice it was, but it sounded so painfully familiar. "Harry, can you hear me? Please wake up. Come on pup, wake up for me." The person who owned the voice was shaking him gently now. "What in the world happened?" the voice asked, but it was directed at someone else. He could feel the presence of two other people in the room.

"He successfully removed both the dark mark and the dark magic before he suddenly collapsed." Another voice answered. It sounded old and familiar, but he couldn't place it.

His eyes were slowly adjusting to the light, and he noticed that he was in the room of requirement. His memories were coming back to him also, and he remembered that he was there to remove Tom's connection to the potion master. Apparently he had been successful. He tried to sit up, and the arms around him were there at once, helping him and steadying him.

"Harry!" The voice shouted. "Oh, I was so worried about you pup."

"Daddy?" Harry's voice was so small and vulnerable, that the other men in the room could barely hear him.

It was clear that Harry hadn't noticed his slip up, but the other men had. Sirius felt his heart fill with pride and love for the little boy he already considered his son. However he knew that Harry was not ready to call him that consciously yet.

"Yes, pup, it's me. Are you all right?" Sirius's voice was filled with worry."

"How did it go? Is professor Snape alright?" Harry asked anxiously. Subconsciously tightening his hold on his paddy.

"You did great pup, the professor is alright. Everything is alright." Sirius tightened his hold on him and rocked him.

"You did great Harry." The voice he now recognized as professor Dumbledore said. "Professor Snape has yet to wake up but the mark is gone and I can sense no dark magic from his arm."

Harry got to his feet and put his hands on the potion masters forehead and arm. Sirius and Dumbledore noticed that his hands where emitting a soft blue glow. However, they both knew that it was best not to disrupt him, when they noticed how concentrated he looked.

Harry stood over the professor for at least five minutes before he nodded to himself and poured a clear liquid into the professor's mouth. A couple of seconds later he started to move.

Dumbledore hurried over and helped the younger man sit up. "How do you feel, dear boy."

"Weird." Snape answered. It was then that the other grown- ups noticed the difference in the potion masters appearance. His usually stiff face was softer looking and he looked years younger.

"The connection with Tom had damaged your health and body more than you told me, so I had to give you some more phoenix tears to make sure you would have no after affect from the things you decided not to mention to the headmaster." Harry said to explain.

"Thank you, Potter." Harry understood at once, that it was a thank you for both the help and for the point that he had avoided telling the headmaster about the true state of his body.

Harry just nodded and inched closer to his paddy. He still felt tired and he just wanted to sleep, but he knew the others probably wanted to talk and stuff.

Sirius seemed to notice what went through his mind because he gathered him in his arms and quickly told the professors that they could talk more lately, but that his godson needed to rest.

"Sirius it is important that we speak of this so that we know of eventual after effects." Dumbledore said.

"No." Snape said. "The boy needs to rest, we can talk more tomorrow." Harry smiled gratefully, and Sirius hurried out before they changed their minds.

"We will talk more tomorrow pup, but for now, please rest." Sirius said as he laid his godson down. «And I'm not just talking about the ritual, but your reaction when you woke up also."

"Kay, Paddy." Harry mumbled, already half asleep. Sirius smiled fondly and couldn't help but feel his pride growing. His little pup had removed dark magic and healed his most hated professor all alone. However he had a bad feeling that this little stunt could have cost him his life, and he felt now more than ever that it was important that they had a little talk about his habit of sacrificing himself.