The other's friends were too shock to respond at first. Harry turned to Yaxley and Snape had enough turning his attention away from Lestrange.

"Harry! Stop it!" He yelled. Lestrange took that opportunity to make a run for it. Harry raised his hand at Severus and everybody became quiet, thinking Harry was about to attack Severus, but instead Harry seemed to be pretending they weren't there, as Lestrange was dragged back by his ankle.

"No! No! I'll not fall at the hands of a halfblood like you!" Lestrange screamed, kicking and struggling against him. It was as Lestrange was raised into the air, as if he were under a levicorpus by just Harry guiding him with his eyes, that Harry sat down on the chair the other always used to watch him.

"Oh no Lestrange… not you… I want to have fun with you and Greyback before I kill you." He said sweetly leaning back on the chair, crossing one leg over the other. Several pops were heard outside.

"Harry… the aurors are here… leave it up to them! These deatheaters will receive the dementors' kiss, you don't have to do this!" Ron exclaimed looking terrified, and who wouldn't? Harry looked… demented and a crazy person with power was never a good thing.

"Tell me Lestrange…" Harry said, once more ignoring his friends. "What did you say I was again? A dog was it?" He said and a leash appeared around Lestrange's neck, a chain forming, to connect it to the ceiling. He was going to hang him.

"Potter!" Lestrange yelled and his body was turned around, so it was heads up, suddenly the force holding him in the air vanished and he dropped hard.

Severus pointed his wand at the chain, shattering it, causing Lestrange to simply hit the floor without harm. Draco and Krum watched in horror, neither brave enough to even call Harry's name.

The remaining deatheaters cowered, realising what Harry's intent had been. Rowle begged Krum and Draco to spare him, Yaxley following his example with Ron and Hermione, the lower circle deatheater was already passed out on the floor whilst Greyback growled hatefully at Harry. With one look from Harry turned as if under the effects of a crucio. Harry chuckled and laughed as he kept staring at Lestrange, though as he laughed tears formed at the corners of his eyes. Snape rushed to his side forcing the other to look up at him.

"Harry! Potter, snap out of it!" he yelled shaking the other by his shoulders. Harry stopped laughing but stared in a catatonic state past his eyes, as if he wasn't really seeing him. Severus' heart clenched seeing him like this. He gently pulled him close kissing him gently. At first he though the other wouldn't respond, but gently the other pressed their lips together. Instantly the thick aura moved back into him and his eyes returned to their normal emerald green.

Harry looked at Severus in relief and collapsed into the other's arms. Greyback's pain stopped and he remained whining on the ground. The aurors stormed in, apparently Harry's powers not having let them in.

"What the…?" The aurors looked around in horror at the state of the deatheaters and the house.

Severus ignored the aurors as they tried to make sense of what happened in there. He simply picked up Harry, gently carrying him out of there, the aurors didn't stop them nor did they stop the other four following behind him. They instead focus on the surviving deatheaters.

-o-O-o-

As they apparated back to Hogwarts, the walk to the infirmary room was a silent affair, the four following silently, though glancing uncertainly from one to another. In the end Severus decided to just send them away.

"Thankyou for your help today, your help is no longer needed, you may go now." He said simply. They didn't have time to argue as the doors to the infirmary closed before they could reply.

Severus sighed in relief when they were no longer following and took Harry straight to one of the beds, Poppy coming out immediately and hurriedly having Severus lay him down on the bed. Severus took a step back and let Poppy work. The medi-witch passed her wand over the young man, checking all lesions. Her expression was grim.

"The amount of power was starting to damage his body." She said.

"How much damage?" He asked looking at Harry.

"I'll give him some healing potions but his magic needs to stabilise… his body is not used to so much energy… though I don't know where he got it from…" She mumbled. Severus said nothing and let her administer the healing potions required. A couple of hours later, Severus sat by a bandaged Harry's side, holding onto his hand gently as he watched over the other.

He wasn't aware to how many gods he prayed that Harry hadn't lost his mind. "Wake up Harry…" he whispered. "This is my fault… I shouldn't have left you alone." He said shaking his head reaching to pet his cheek. He couldn't remember ever feeling this much grief whilst the other had been held captive.

"'S not your fault…" Harry mumbled shifting in the bed, glowing faintly, healing himself before turning to the other, still tired none the less. Severus looked up seeing his perfect emerald eyes and leaned in to kiss him softly. A sentiment that Harry gladly welcomed.

"Mmh…" When the other pulled back they stared at each other for a while and Harry looked away. "Am I going to Azkaban?" he whispered. Severus looked away before shaking his head gently.

"No one would put the saviour of the wizarding world in Azkaban… and even if they considered it I would never allow it." He said. He looked up at the other. "What happened? Were you aware of what you were doing?" He asked.

"Yes." Harry replied immediately, not having to think about it twice.

Severus looked at him unsure of what to say. "This isn't like you." He finally managed.

"Maybe it's exactly like me." Harry said smirking. "Maybe this was always me… maybe this was why Voldemort is dead… because I'm this powerful, I can do whatever I want, be whomever I want." He laughed darkly sitting up the outline of his irises starting to get a silver lining. "I'm the most powerful wizard in the world." He whispered and laughed maliciously before Snape slapped him.

Harry gasped softly holding his cheek and looking at the other. "I… Severus… what's happening to me?" he whispered. Severus sat by the side of his bed and pulled him into his arms.

"This has to be the Elder Wand's effect… or the deathly Hallows… after all… from what Dumbledore told me… you're the only one that's ever had them together." He said gently. Harry took great comfort from the other's embrace and nodded. He wouldn't turn into another Voldemort… he would be strong.

"What happened to Greyback and the others?" He whispered.

"They'll all be sent to Azkaban I presume." He said.

"… I killed two people… And one of those helped me…" He held onto him tighter. "Just what am I turning into?"

"Don't think about it Harry… remember that they were far worse… leaving their hands in water for eternity will not wash the amount of blood they have on them." He said.

"That's them… what about me?" He whispered. "Now my hands are dipped in red too." Severus made the other look up at him.

"Don't. You were hurt and scared, and your powers probably just lashed at those that hurt you. We will sort this out, but for now rest… tomorrow will be another day." He said simply in that stern voice Harry was so used to. He passed Harry a dreamless sleep potion which the other took in silence.

"Thanks… for coming for me Sev…" he whispered as he was falling asleep. Severus watched him sleep whilst trying to make sense of everything. One thing was for certain, he would not let any more harm come to Harry, never again. There was only one person he knew that could tell him about the elder wand's true capacities, he only hoped Albus would be straightforward for once and not give him an indecipherable riddle like he was prone to.