Fire Of Defeat
Chapter 6
"My lord I beg your permission to take the boy to Snape Manor" asked Severus, who had just left Harry locked in the room with spells the Dark Lord would have trouble getting through.
He would be able to get through the wards in the room and get to Harry before leaving, but he didn't want his position as spy to be over. It would be much harder for him to get to Riddle, he was going to train Harry as much as he could in the next few weeks, before he was due to be marked.
He just hoped that it was enough time to actually get him trained, if it wasn't then there would be big trouble, because he would hate to have Harry arrested for having the mark.
"Now why would you want that Snape?" subtly hissed Voldemort, curiously, Tom was not stupid, he knew something was up, he just didn't know what, but never denying his faithful follower anything he would agree.
"I have potions to make my Lord, and Pettigrew will not leave me or mine alone, and I have the ingredients at home. I want the boy to get used to being at the Manor, he will, after all, be staying there I hope, so someone can look after my manor, I may have a child with him and make him look after it. I can have a faithful follower for you my Lord" said Severus.
He inwardly thought the day he'd pass a child over to the Dark Lord was the day he'd burn in hell, with no way out to retrieve the child, if he had a child he would think for himself, not brought up being forced to think Muggleborns were inferior, he had realized how wrong he was when he had met Lily Evans at the park that day.
"Very well Severus." hissed Voldemort, the reasons were very logical. So he agreed, not that he would have refused Severus, he was far too valuable for him to loose, this was something that Severus knew, but didn't think the Dark Lord would think twice before he was killed.
If he knew what had gone through the Dark Lords mind he would have demanded a lot more than just this, and perhaps really joined the man knowing Voldemort would have given him everything.
"Thank you my Lord" praised Severus. Glad to have gotten his way, he knew the wards would alert Voldemort if anyone did magic, or perhaps strong magic. He would have either killed him or marked him right away, the Dark Lord would not want that kind of magic out of control or out of his control.
He quickly walked from the throne room and back to Harry, he didn't know why he had gotten so obsessed with Harry, but right now he didn't care...the two people who were currently making his life a living hell were about to be blown away, and he was going to be free from both burdens.
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Packing everything he needed before walking in, he found Harry asleep on the bed curled up in a ball, a peaceful expression on his face.
With a sigh he chucked the clothes he had brought with him in a bag, taking the smallest things he had and put them on Harry before shrinking them, he was not going to let Harry walk around his manor with those disgusting clothes he wore.
He, of course, didn't blame Harry, after all it was not his choice he ended up dressed in rags, if anything it was his and Dumbledore's fault, he had read Harry's mind and knew he had kept his relatives at bay through his magic, he knew if Harry's magic had not been as powerful as it had been he would have been killed when he was just a child.
They had all been far to scared of him to hit him. It was only after Harry's magic had been sucked up they had no quandary with beating him, Harry hardly ever saw the light of day again.
Until the Dursley's were killed in front of his eyes.
They took Harry with them because he was attractive, when they got out Lucius claimed him, Harry didn't fight knowing it was useless, he was used to being treated horribly. He had given up hope of ever getting his magic back or being normal again a very long time ago.
Severus picked up Harry, who was still far to light for a seventeen year old, yes, he knew now the age of Harry, only because he knew that Harry was the same age his god son had been.
His godson had been close to him during his school years, but his thirst for power made him part ways from his Godfather and stand beside his father, Draco thought he was the main man in the Dark Lord's ranks.
Only after he was initiated did he realize that Severus was higher up than his father, Severus had realized what Draco was doing and never got close to his Godson again. There was always something a Malfoy wanted, he should have realized that. A Malfoy never had fun or spoke to someone unless they wanted something, and everyone knew that.
Severus had thought his Godson was different; he had tried to stop his Godson from joining the Dark, by spoiling him...Making him Quidditch seeker, then captain, new brooms, better grades than he deserved and brewed potions with him, keeping him close, it was all for nothing.
He said the trigger word for the Portkey and both were gone, swirling around the UK, before landing the floor with his feet with a thump.
The Dark Lord was already aware that Severus had left his manor, his red eyes glowing in the darkness of his domain, never realising that letting Severus take the boy there would be his down fall.
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Severus knew that Harry was still healing, so walked up and put the young man into his bed, he didn't care what people would think of him, putting a boy that was seventeen into his bed.
He knew Harry had been through too much to ever be like a seventeen year old boy again, in experience Harry was like a hundred year old man. He himself felt like a hundred year old man half the time, because of everything they did and what they asked him to do.
He felt as if a huge weight had been taken off his shoulders, knowing that they would not be able to force him again, with all compulsions gone.
He knew that Harry would kill them, to avenge his parents and himself, the men had tried to kill him, both of them, and Dumbledore for wanting to take his magic from him. Severus had been shocked to discover that Harry was a seer and didn't know himself but was privy to what Dumbledore had planned.
Severus, feeling exhausted himself crawled into bed next to Harry, and before he even knew it he was sound asleep.
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He woke up to the mark burning, but not being called, he was being reminded who his Master was. The Mark would burn at inopportune moments and it annoyed him to the limit.
Feeling strangely refreshed he rose out of his bed and showered before asking for a house elf with a click of his fingers.
"Can Nippy help Masters, sir?" asked the house elf excitedly. It had been years since Severus had been in the manor, and the elves kept it clean. Waiting for their master to return, the elves knew that he was a spy. They would also give their lives before betraying there Master who had kept them safe and treated them equally.
"Yes, get me two large meals, please make one of them with soft foods Nippy, he has not eaten in a long time and wont be able to handle anything too solid I do not think, thank you" Severus replied to his elf.
"Right away, sirs" said the elf before bowing and leaving, showing respect for Severus, so he had never asked them to stop.
Severus sat at the table, situated within his room; the dining room in his hall was far too large for just them both.
When he had gotten the Master bedroom he had asked an elf to get him a table with four chairs and put it in his room. It was there every time he needed to use it...which wasn't very often but he did use it every time he was in the manor.
Severus had just begun to get dressed when the food appeared with a 'pop' on the table. With a smile, a relaxed smile, he sat down he dug into a full English breakfast, eating a proper meal for the first time in a long while.
As he sat eating he was taken by surprise when Harry spoke suddenly from the other side of the room, "Full English breakfast, sausage and egg, something I have not smelt or tasted in a long time" with a dreamy look in his eye.
"Well there is some there for you if you would like some" said Severus calming his breathing, after nearly cursing Harry, something he really didn't want to do, but if he gave him a fright like that again he just might get cursed!
"Really?" asked Harry holding his breath. His Uncle had teased him; he didn't know this man at all, for all he knew he might become like Uncle Vernon. He didn't want that...because he actually liked the man.
"It's there waiting on you, unless you want it cold, eat it now." said Severus, getting impatient. He always was in the morning, downing a cup of coffee, knowing it would help him. The lack of coffee always made him grumpy.
Harry walked over and began eating, there was scrambled egg, sausage, and bacon, small bits of everything he could see. He was able to eat quite a bit of it; it made him fell stuffed to the gullet.
Drinking all the juice in one go he sighed in satisfaction, he felt like he had never had juice in his life before. Smacking his lips he poured himself another goblet of it, drinking it up.
Severus remembering the potion, walked out and got before returning, he was wondering how he was going to get him to drink it. He knew he would have to force him to drink it if he didn't want to, because they didn't have long enough to play the fool game.
"Drink it" asked Severus after he had gotten back to the room, as he predicted Harry was at the other side of the room before he could get anywhere near him.
"No" was all Harry could whimper.
"Don t make it any harder than it has to be, because you will swallow this potion or I will force it down, it won't hurt you, it will give you your magic back, just...please drink the potion!" asked Severus, practically pleading Harry to take it.
"No" said Harry louder than last time.
Severus sighed, he had hoped it would not come down to this, he would learn to trust him. He made his way over, Harry was too petrified to move. Here it was coming; his magic was going to be taken from him again.
He did put up a fight when Severus came over, trying to stop him from getting it down his throat.
Hiding his face with his arms, kicking Severus with his legs, nothing he did stopped Severus. He knew if he backed out now then Harry would think it was a potion that would take his magic away, and if he poured it down his throat now Harry would realize that it was not and would start trusting him.
Severus sat on Harry's legs before binding Harry's arms above his arms, even then Harry didn't stop struggling, his green eyes wide with fear. Looking at Severus betrayal etched on the angelic face of the seventeen year old.
"Trust me" begged Severus, looking into Harry's as if willing him to see he was being truthful.
Harry stiffened he wanted to trust him, he trusted him a little, but he remembered what had happened when he had trusted someone. He really wanted to trust the man, his head and heart were struggling and he didn't know what to do.
Severus seeing this sighed before gently prying open Harry's mouth and pouring the potion down his throat.
Rubbing his throat to make him swallow, as soon as it was done he un-bound Harry's arms, "Control your magic Harry, control it. Do not let it control you, do you understand?" demanded Severus, grabbing Harry's head, which was spinning power, magic he had not felt for a long time and much more came spilling through the wall that had been there for a very long time.
His last thought before he ended up in a world of pain was that the man hadn't lied, it did give him his magic back, he felt the ice around his small hardened heart thaw for one person and one person alone, Severus Snape.
He did manage to nod to Severus that he understood.
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It was a lot harder than he thought or even Severus thought for that matter. His magic was filling the room; soon Harry began to sweat as he concentrated on not letting his magic explode.
Harry soon started burning up, he felt so hot, he wasn't aware that Magic fire balls started flinging around the room, although the water got rid of them, water drenched the room, and the air dried up.
Severus through all this watched in awe, the magic never once harming him. He had touched the magic fire ball to find it warm; he knew if it had been anyone else they would have been fried to a crisp he didn't know how he knew he just knew.
Severus was with him throughout the whole night as he started getting control over his magic, keeping him cool, talking to him soothing him.
Once the elemental mess was over; he picked Harry up and put him on the bed, and lay there with him. He even ate his dinner and supper there, foregoing lunch.
One thing for sure was that Severus was glad his wards were still intact. That kind of magic should have destroyed them, but for some reason he felt that Harry had had control over his magic.
In fact he knew that Harry had control over his magic, he didn't know where he was getting the feelings from but he was and he didn't care, he was just glad they were there.
He didn't think that Harry may be his soul mate for even just a minute during the conversation with himself.
Otherwise he would have known the reason he knew was because he had a bond with Harry, and was unconsciously helping him ground his magic, with him holding Harry.
He wouldn't realise until their training sessions in the near future.