AN: Everything is JK Rowlings.
Groaning, Harry realized that he was drawn into the Dark Lord's mind, again.
"Hello, Harry. Long time no see," Voldemort hissed in Parsletongue.
"What do you want, Voldemort?" Harry replied in the same language but added an bored tone to his speech.
"Just wondering if you were feeling better," Voldemort responded in a casual tone, trying to keep the weird conversation sounding light and friendly.
"Much, no thanks to you, "Harry angrily hissed in Parsletongue. Suddenly, Voldemort attempted to curse Harry using the connection but Harry managed to block him.
Meanwhile, in Harry's tower dorm room, all of his roommates were watching him in concern. He appeared to be having a nightmare but his scar was an angry red color. They had awoken to his angry, loud hissing and Neville had immediately gone to fetch their Head-of-House. Now, Professor McGonagall was worriedly watching her charge toss, turn and hiss loudly, but she was unsure of how to help him. She had sent Professor Dumbledore her patronus alerting him but he had yet to respond.
The door suddenly flew open and Dumbledore, along with very annoyed looking Snape, strode into the room. Snape truly had not wanted to get out of bed, as he was still feeling very ill, but felt he had no choice when the Headmaster had flooed him asking for assistance.
"Good Evening, Minerva. From your patronus, I thought it might be wise to bring along Severus," Dumbledore stated gravely and his usually twinkling eyes grew dull as he watched his favorite pupil.
"Potter appears to be having a nightmare?.Why was I dragged out of bed to witness this? Are you not capable of taking care of your Gryffindors, Minvera?" Snape snapped, putting an outside appearance of annoyance and hate up, even though his attitude couldn't hide the fact that looked as ill as he was. No one reacted to anything that he said so he added, "You four, out! And you had better still be in the common room when I get down there!" he shouted at the students.
Once they had scurried away, Snape allowed his features to relax and his true personality shone through.
After a few minutes of attempting to wake the boy proved to be useless , the three teachers looked at each other for a long, silent moment before anyone spoke.
"I am going to need to use Leglimency on him," Albus decided.
"No, Albus. I will do it," Severus challenged in a clear, decisive voice.
"If you insist. Please, be careful in there," responded the Headmaster in a almost distressed tone of voice.
"Don't worry, we will both return to you, who else can we trust to make your life miserable?" came the quick reply, accompanied by his trademark smirk.
Snape gently sat on the boy's bed and put his fingers to the boy's temples. With a whispered spell, he found himself being flung into the boy's mind.
"Severus! How nice of you to join us, we are just having a quick duel. While I normally forbid any death eater from interfering in a duel between myself and Harry here, I believe I shall make an exception for you. Question is: what side are you going to be on?"
With no hesitation at all, Snape turned to Harry and asked, "Do you think that together we are able to finish this, once and for all?"
"I'm willing to try if you are, sir," Harry responded, looking his teacher square in the eye.
The Dark Lord, who had created chaos and encouraged destruction all throughout the Wizarding world, stood dumbly as the two conversed. He had no idea that they were actually on speaking terms, let alone ready to work together to destroy him. Had his faithful spy actually been deceiving him all along?
A shout brought the most feared wizard out of his thoughts, "1-2-3-Avara Kedavra!"
Harry and Snape both cast the killing curses simultaneously. They had used their new friendship to forge a spell strong enough to counteract the Dark Lord's quick attempt at blocking and then had fed that spell with thoughts of friends, new and old and thoughts for everyone who had ever been wronged by Voldemort. For a few seconds, time seemed to stop as a green light hung in the air, the world seemed to be silent and the only thing they could feel were their hearts beating.
The spell ended, and the two men were once again back in Gryffindor Tower. However, as soon as the link between Harry and Snape had ended, Snape had fallen to the ground, clutching his left arm as the Dark Mark faded from his skin, just as Harry had fallen back into his bed, clutching his forehead as his scar also faded. Neither noticed that Albus had sent out of his patronus to the Medi-Witch. Gradually the pain subsided and only then they were aware of the room once more.
Minvera and Dumbledore watched the scene before them unfold with, at first, a curious expression but that quickly changed to worry and concern as they watched the other two.
"Prof'ser, are you okay?" slurred Harry, as he struggled to sit up, once the pain in his head had died down a little bit.
"I believe I am currently feeling better than you are. Good job in there, Potter," Snape responded in a very gentle manner for the ex-spy.
"May I inquire as to what happened?" Albus interrupted politely.
"Potter and I worked together to cast the killing curse at Voldemort, except our curse was based upon friendship, and love. I believe he is finally gone," Snape said proudly, showing off the now faint, thin scar where his dark mark used to be, before he broke out into a harsh coughing fit that forced him to sit down while he struggled to regain his composure. While he was happy that he no longer had to spy for either side and he could live the life he had always wanted, he was still sick.
"Congratulations!" the headmaster and deputy headmistress exclaimed at same time.
"First I received a patronus say I was needed here immediately and now you are saying congratulations. Am I supposed to be in the girl's dorm?" Madame Pomfrey said crankily as she walked into the room.
"No, no, these two just defeated Voldemort!" Albus said happily as he watched the Healer's mouth drop open and then snap shut. Madame Pomfrey's shock was over quickly and she got back into Healer mode.
"Severus, what are you doing out of bed? What did you not understand about the orders to stay in bed?" she exclaimed as she waved her wand over Severus first and then Harry before she turned to Albus, "I am taking these two to the Hospital Wing to stay the rest of the night. I will contact you in the morning to inform you of their conditions. Good night, Albus, Minerva."
Smirking to each other slightly, Snape and Harry got up and obediently followed her out of the dorm room and towards the common room.
"Harry! What happened?! Are you okay?" everyone started in on Harry was soon as they caught sight of him. Apparently, most of Gryffindor had been woken up and was now in the common room.
"Everyone out of the way, now!" Snape barked, but unfortunately this sparked another coughing fit.
The group used this to their advantage, however, when every student in the common room was now silently staring at their Potions Professor, whom they had never seen any weakness from before.
Once they had reached the Hospital Wing, Snape collapsed into the first bed they reached not even bothering to take off his shoes. The Healer eyed him worriedly for a second before doing another scan of him.
"Fever 103.4, lung infection, headache, sore throat, magical drain," little letters spelled out in front of her. She did a quick wand movement and the teacher's teaching robes had been transfigured into comfortably cotton pajamas. Harry had sat down on the next bed over and was slowly taking off his shoes. When the Healer ran a scan of him, it showed , "Fever of 100, magical drain, headache."
Madame Pomfrey quickly tended to her patients, making sure that both were comfortable (although Snape had been asleep before his robes had been transfigured) and that they both had taken the appropriate potions. Once she was done, she allowed herself to also get some sleep, for it had been a long day for all of them.
AN: Another chapter done! Thanks to everyone who reviewed!! I write them as I get the ideas and the time to write...Please review!