Chapter 21
On the night of August 20th, the summer the wizarding community had finally accepted that Lord Voldemort had returned, the Dark Lord nearly succeed in burning down Godrics Hollow. An event that should have devastated the resistance to his power, and strengthened the resolve of his followers. A night that should have ostracized his nemesis, Harry Potter, from the love of the Order, and leave him weakened and alone. But this was not what happened. What should have been a night the Death Eaters would surely celebrate as the downfall of the Order of the Phoenix, was thwarted once again by Harry Potter and had been witnessed by all who had answered the Dark Lords summons that night.
Instead the night of August 20th would be remember victoriously by the Order of the Phoenix as the night that changed everything. The night that would influence a chain of events so enormously that no one could have predicted these results. To think that anything positive would come of Harry's possession would have been ludicrous, an idea that would surely deem its thinker insane, but in fact was just the advantage the Order needed. It would change the lives of many people, including Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter, and would in the end be the key to all that mattered.
However, it was not yet clear to the Order what great significance this night held. Too much devastation surrounded them; fear, sadness and anger filled their hearts and left no room for thoughts of the future. All that was left was to try and repair the damage and clear away the mess that Lord Voldemort, as Harry, had created...
Albus Dumbledore's clear and powerful voice rang out across the courtyard and a violent wind swept through the air. Dashing between houses and figures, it instantly devoured the lingering flames, as easily as a child blowing out a candle. The heavy black smoke that obscured the sky and clung to every surface was lifted up and forced away on the back of the enchanted wind. Allowing the full moon to illuminate Godricks Hollow with a ghostly pale light. Dramatically exposing the the crumbling remains of the houses and eerily highlighting the ash covered faces of those Order members and families who had been there during the attack.
A flurry of activity began as Harry still lay unconscious and immobile on the top of the blackened grassy knoll. Summons for reinforcements had been made during the attack, and the sounds of Order members aparating mingled with the commotion. Wood was being conjured to replace the charred pieces that threatened to give way under the distress of the fires, and kept the houses from collapsing under the damage. Cots were also conjured as the injured were tended to as quickly as possible. Madame Pomfrey's commanding voice was barking out orders over the noise as she quickly triaged the fallen members. Those who were not yet allowed to use magic, meaning most of the Weasley children and the Grangers, leapt at the chance to be involved and followed Pomfrey's directions with gusto.
The arrival of one, Severus Snape, caused a lull in the activity. He staggered towards the remains of the house he stayed in, surveying the damage erratically. "Severus!" Called Professor McGonagall, who was closest to Snape, "Thank Merlin you're here- Albus he's back!" She yelled.
"I can't stay," he replied hurriedly, "I must return quickly to aid the Dark Lord!" There was a rushed fear in his voice most uncharacteristic to the hardened Potions Master, "How badly is Potter injured?"
"Injured? He's fine-" Replied McGonagall who had rushed to Snape's side and clutched his elbow as he swayed on the spot.
"Fine?" Snape asked shocked, "He's not burned?"
Others had closed in around Snape, surveying him with equally shocked expressions. His sweaty face was covered in a grisly ash, his cloak burned and his right shoulder was exposed displaying bubbling red blisters, obviously caused by fire. "He—he's fine, but what has happened to you?" Asked McGonagall, her hawk-like eyes surveying Snape's injuries.
"The Dark Lord has been badly injured, hands and arms severely burned. Potter possessed Him; nearly forty are dead." Everyone who had gathered to listen to Snape stopped dead in their tracks, their eyes wide and mouths open. Snape used his undamaged arm to point his wand at the house and his potions cabinet sailed through a broken window unscathed. Snape caught the handle with one hand and in the same motion shook McGonagall off of him. "No time to explain further."
"Severus-" McGonagall reached towards him again.
"I must go!" Snape yelled, he turned on the spot and was gone. Chatter broke out immediately, the mantra of Snape's words repeated over and over.
"Nearly forty dead?"
"You-Know-Who, burned?"
"Potter possessed Him?" But the Order didn't have time to dwell on Snape's message long and were soon back to restoring what had once been their safe haven. They worked on through the night, a constant mummer of activity filled the air until the early morning sun began to stave off the chill. Until then nobody had touched Harry, as Dumbledore had instructed, they hadn't moved him or woken him from his magical slumber but left him unceremoniously where he had fallen.
Because of this Harry didn't witness the aftermath of the fire. He didn't see any of the tear stained faces of those who worked tirelessly in their night clothes. Didn't watch as the flames were slowly put out or the beginning of repairs starting to take place. Harry wasn't aware that the only thing that saved the Order from burning alive had been Draco Malfoy. Who had seen Harry exiting his room with his hands covered in flames. Harry didn't know that despite Draco's own fear for his parents lives, (who had survived the attack on the Death Eaters) he had found the first adult he could and warned them that Harry was possessed. Harry didn't know that Hermione was saved by Mad-Eye Moody, or that Kingsley Shacklebolt had taken a fireball in the middle of his back. Neither did he see Dumbledore return to Godrics Hollow and whisk away the flames with a mere sweep of his hand, nor did he see Snape return with barely any of his cloak left and burned along his shoulder. Not until several days later, when someone lifted the spell Harry was under, was he aware of what happened at all.
Harry was inside of a small tent, he lay on a low cot with his arms and legs magically bound by the wrists and ankles to metal side bars. He was still atop the knoll where he had wreaked his havoc and there was a small three-legged wooden stool next to his bed, but it was currently unoccupied. Harry had a limited view of the grounds through the tent that had been constructed around him. What he saw looked more like a refugee camp than the famed Godrics Hollow. People were milling in and out of several other large tents that had been constructed; some for sleeping and eating and one that looked like it was a make-shift infirmary. He spotted the familiar faces of his friends who looked longingly up at Harry's tent before an adult would quickly whisk them away and set them to work. Piles of burned objects, wood, glass and furniture had slowly began to appear. Clearing away anything beyond saving and making room for structural repairs. Items that had survived in the fire were trucked out of the houses and placed in separate piles nearest to the sleeping tent. Wizards worked alongside the house-elves of Godricks Hollow and who had been designated a tent that housed the most valuable possessions the Potters had. Harry witnessed Mundungus Fletcher being flung away from this particular tent whenever he got within ten feet of it. Harry also watched as Lupin stood for a long time in front of one of the piles, he held what looked like a burned photograph. He solemnly took the photo from its frame and tucked the remnants into his cloak before setting back to work. Lupin hadn't been there during the attack, as it was a full moon, and his usual dingy clothes looked practically new compared to what the others wore.
With no choice but to lay in the cot Harry was left only to watch the depressing scene before him, all alone, with only his thoughts to accompany him. It was a maddening cycle of vivid images of the attack on his friends and the Death Eaters. White Death Eater masks and faces turned orange from the angry fires, black cloaks being devoured by cursed flames. The putrid smell of burning flesh and hair, and the sounds of screams both from his foes and his friends. Hermione's wide eyes as the fire ball hurtled towards her and Harry's overwhelming relief when she appeared before him, still alive. His anger at Snape when Harry saw him in the chamber, and the sickening thought that he had tried to kill him. Without thinking of the consequences, Harry had attacked. The devastation that Voldemort had created at Godrics Hollow was nothing compared to what Harry had done to the Death Eaters. He knew that many people had been struck with the full force of the cursed flames, and while he didn't know the list of causalities on either side, he knew that many hadn't survived. The place in Harry's stomach that had once been filled with raw anger and despair now felt painfully hollow. No emotion could penetrate the black-hole that consumed Harry and he was aching from the very core with a racing mind that wouldn't stop moving.
By mid-afternoon, the day Harry awoke, he finally had visitors; he could hear them approaching before he could see their faces. Their conversation grew louder as they drew nearer and Harry listened in to what was supposed to be a private conversation, "You're sure Voldemort wont try to possess Harry again?" Dumbledore asked.
"For now," Snape's low drawl answered, "He is, if possible, too scared-"
"Scared?" questioned Dumbledore.
"Of the link they share. He admitted in a moment of weakness, that he shouldn't have used the boys blood to regain his body. The blow he felt because of Potter is irreversible. He experienced pain beyond imagine, where Potter remains unscathed; and he lost many followers while the Order had no causalities." Harry closed his eyes in relief, the Order had no causalities, thank Merlin. "The Dark Lord fears the repercussions another attempt of possession might hold." Snape explained, his voice weary. "But he is angry. The attack goes beyond the loss of life. He cares little for that, but Scrimgeour played a key role in many of his plans. Now he is determined to find out who Potter is bonded to. He believes it is the reason Potter was able to wield so much power."
"Voldemort underestimated Harry's powerful love for his friends. I fear what may have happened if Ms. Granger hadn't drawn Harry's attention." Dumbledore said gravely. "But if He is focused on the bond then soon he will start to suspect you Severus. His paranoia will lead him to you eventually."
"Something we've already considered haven't we," Snape replied disdainfully, "I know it already crossed his mind, but I am in no more danger than before."
"This could be the very event that Harry's visions are foretelling Severus, we may need to consider other options-"
"No, the Dark Lord has been persuaded that I am loyal. Potter possessed the Dark Lord twice. He was instructing me to retrieve my potions when Potter invaded his mind again and he attacked me." The sound of gravel skidding gave Harry the impression that they had stopped walking suddenly. "Obviously I am still alive Albus, and it's lucky that He believes Potter would only be bonded to someone he wouldn't want to kill."
"You must proceed ever more carefully Severus." Dumbledore warned as the pair continued walking. They were close enough to Harry now that their shadows were creeping up the side of the tent.
"Indeed." Snape replied wearily, "How is Potter."
"He has been kept sedated until I received your message this morning. He has been restrained, we couldn't be sure Voldemort wouldn't attack again." The shadows were growing larger and larger every second, "Shall I accompany you inside?"
"No, I'll speak to him alone." Snape said flatly. Dumbledore's shadow nodded its head and stopped moving while the other grew larger and denser until Severus Snape's frame appeared in the entrance to Harry's tent. Snape stood there motionlessly gazing at Harry before entering. He flicked his wand and Harry's restraints were released then sat on the short stool, hunching forward towards Harry, their eyes never leaving one another. Snape's eyes looked sunken in, surrounded by dark circles that contrasted harshly against the ghostly parlor of his skin. His hair was greasier than ever and stuck flat to his head, like black paint on a skull. Bandages were poking out of the collar and right sleeve of his once black cloak, that now was turned a mottled grey and stained with blood and unknown potions. Though Snape's fleeting image had appeared many times before Harry's relentless mind, seeing him now caused his hollow insides to clench with icy cold dread. "You were sleepwalking again weren't you Potter?" Snape finally asked, his lips barely moving.
Harry hadn't once thought about his nightly wanderings, a coincidence that Harry should have realized was nothing so benign. If he had only followed Snape's instructions; maybe the attack on Godrics Hollow would never have happened, maybe things could have been different. But it made no difference now, it only displayed Harry's own nativity. Harry clenched his jaw and pressed his lips together, physically preventing words from vomiting out of his mouth uncontrollably. Harry only nodded a fraction of an inch in response.
Snape shut his eyes, "and you don't remember attacking Mr. Malfoy, about a week ago?" Harry's confused expression answered Snape for him. "Draco said he fought you quite fiercely, and saw your injuries the next day. Cuts all over your face?" And then Harry understood. It wasn't a bad dream that caused him to scratch his own face, it wasn't self inflicted at all. Draco's reaction to running into Harry now seemed perfectly reasonable, if Harry had attacked Draco while being possessed.
"Bad dream.." Harry mumbled his voice barely above a whisper. "I thought.."
Snape's weary feature's couldn't even manage a sneer for Harry, "It doesn't matter now. I thought he was lying, trying to force me to protect his parents, and you showed no signs of a struggle...so we both failed in that respect."
Harry felt like his confused expression was going to be permanently etched onto his face, "He told you, and you didn't do anything? Even though you knew I was sleepwalking?"
"It doesn't help anyone to dwell on should-haves Potter, we've all made mistakes in this respect. What's done is done."
Harry clenched his jaw again, more tightly this time. Though he hated to admit it, Snape was right. He couldn't lay blame on the Potions Master, or Draco Malfoy. It was his fault, and his alone that he let Voldemort possess his body. But these truths didn't help ease that pain of what had happened. "Why didn't-why didn't the bond stop this from happening. I thought-"
"It worked partially, the Dark Lord was only able to possess your body but he had no access to your mind. Or else I wouldn't be sitting here before you today. It is the blood you two share that allowed him this access, and allowed you to possess Him."
Harry felt like a large boulder was sitting on his chest and a lump rose high in his throat. "Did I—kill anyone?" Harry's voice cracked and the lump in his throat bobbed uncomfortably as he waited for the answer.
Snape's piercing eyes bore into Harry's. Could he see how much this question pained Harry? Would he refuse to answer, save Harry from the pain? Stoically Snape spoke the truth, "forty-three Death Eaters are dead, many more severely burned, including the Dark Lord."
The lump in Harry's throat suddenly turned from constricting to acidic and without warning Harry retched over the side of the cot. The bile splashed onto the hem of Snape's cloak who moved away quickly in disgust. Harry heaved several more times, until nothing else came up and he was left literally empty inside. "Murderer." Harry whispered to himself. Tears were coming unbidden, and his head was starting to spin. So many dead, because of him, because of his fury. The images of burning Death Eaters flashed through his mind in quick succession. Spinning on the spot and hurtling fire balls in every direction, without thought or care for life. White masks glowing in the dark, flames everywhere and the sounds of screaming.
Snape cleared away the mess and moved the stool further away from the bed before sitting back down. "This is a war, Potter casualties are inevitable."
"No—" Harry was shaking his head. The prone figures laying on the ground in front of Snape appeared in his minds eye. How many of them were true followers of the Dark Lord? How many were forced into his service? How many were like Snape? Harry felt a deep shame settle in his soul. It was his uncontrollable rage that ended their lives but this was no fair fight, no inevitable loss because of war. "I wanted to kill them, all of them and—and I couldn't stop myself. But now, now—I am just—like Voldemort"
"You are as you have always been." Snape said lowly interrupting Harry's ramblings, "You are pained by this, I can see, and that makes you more unlike the Dark Lord than ever. Potter, look at me." Snape reached out and grabbed Harry's shoulder. The first physical contact Harry had in days, which caused him to flinch under the pressure of Snape's grip. "You are not a murderer, you were not in control of this."
"I was..." Harry protested, "I could feel the power, I knew what to do and I wanted to do it.." Harry's stomach twisted threateningly.
"No, this is the Dark Lords fault. His alone." Snape said sincerely, but despite this affirmation Harry knew the truth, he knew what he had done. "Some good has come of this Potter. You must focus on the positive and move on."
"There's no justification for this."
"Not even the fact that in one single-handed move you have caused a great disturbance among the Death Eaters? They are afraid of you now, those that have survived are left with severe burns and have witnessed your power. Though, we both know you used the Dark Lords own magic upon them, they are not so wise." Snape didn't let Harry interrupt though he was on the verge of it, "You know we've been seeking the Death Eater who was cursing the Minister. This was a desperate task with Hogwarts opening so soon, and now we know. Within the three day's you've been out the Order has secured the Minister and arrested the Undersecretary. That, should be enough for you, because that one move will inhibit many of the Dark Lords plans. Hogwarts is safe, the Ministry of Magic is back under our control, and who knows how many other Death Eaters will be caught because of their injuries? So you see, there is a positive to be gained from this. Many peoples lives will now be better protected because of you and the other side is much weakened."
Harry stared at Snape unconvinced. The more time Harry had to let this information sink in the more it built up his own disgust and he felt like everything was out of his control. His body, his mind, his decisions or lack there of. He felt dead, and almost wished he was. "I'm so sorry," Harry said in a weak voice after Snape had stopped speaking. "So sorry." His words were slurred. Now it was Snape's turn to look confused, he had evidently thought his explanation would be enough to satisfy Harry.
Over the next few days Harry slowly changed from a state of extreme depression to that of intense anger. Angry at himself, at Voldemort, and at Snape for being so rational about the situation. Harry had been confined to his small tent, which left him stewing in his own dark thoughts and dark moods, and it didn't help that his only visitor was Snape. Who was losing his patience for Harry's self loathing and was settling into his own dark mood. During a particularly heated discussion between Harry and Snape, that was more like a yelling contest than a discussion; the tiny stool that was in Harry's tent rose several feet in the air before it suddenly splintered apart and send wood chips flying in all directions. Snape finally was pushed over his breaking point and he charged at Harry. From within the folds of a fresh cloak Snape withdrew a small vial filled with a lavender colored potion. He had caught Harry off guard and forced him onto the cot, before Harry had time to struggle Snape had forced his mouth open with one hand and poured the contents of the vial into it with the other.
Immediately the potion took effect; in seconds every part of his being relaxed, and all of his anger leached out of him leaving nothing but a blissful numbness. Snape quickly released Harry and straitened his cloak, "A dampening potion Potter. Until you can control yourself." Snape turned on the spot and swept out of the tent seething in anger.
The dampening potion, Harry remembered fuzzily, was the potion Snape had threatened to give him after his second escape attempt. The memory seemed far away, so much had happened this summer it felt like a lifetime ago. What did the potion do? Something about controlling his emotions, and affecting his motor functions? Harry tried to raise his arm but found his resolve to complete that task was so little that his hand barely rose off of the cot and hung limply in the air. Too numb to care Harry let his hand fall back down and he stared out absently as his eyes glazed over and all of his will, all of his desires and all of his pain leaked away.
Snape left him in this state for the rest of the day. Like a dull vacation from the rest of world Harry spent several hours away from his racing thoughts and irrational anger. Now the sun was setting, its last rays of casting a rosy hue on the sides of the linen tent; beyond the entrance Snape's form was growing larger and larger as he slowly walked towards Harry.
Suddenly Harry felt a cold clammy hand pressed against the side of his face and it turned his head to the side. Dazed, Harry couldn't even react when his eyes locked with those of Sirius Black.
"Oh Harry." Sirius said softly, his feature etched with a deep sadness.
"Sirius.." Harry slurred. His first attempt at speech since under the influence of the dampening potion.
"Harry listen to me." Sirius said placing his other cold hand on Harry's face. "You must leave here."
"Leave?" Harry whispered.
"It's very important Harry." Sirius said urgently, "You must leave Godrics Hollow."
It was very hard for Harry to form words but he forced himself to speak. "How? Can't-"
"Potter?" Snape's voice came somewhere close by, but Sirius kept talking.
"The answer's you need aren't here Harry, you must go. Promise me!"
"Where?-Sirius?"
"To the safe house." Sirius said. Harry couldn't take his eyes off of his godfather, but the back of his mind distantly registered a light pressure on his temple. Sirius broke their eye contact and stared at something behind Harry. "He can get you there." Sirius said still looking beyond Harry.
"Who-" Harry forced out as his tongue felt too big for his mouth, "Trust—nobody."
Sirius looked back at Harry. "You can trust Snape."
"Ss—sna-?" Harry couldn't finish forming the word.
"You must leave Harry!" Sirius said more urgently squeezing Harry's face between his hands. "Soon, you have to go. Go to safe."
"Go where Black?" Snape asked somewhere close to Harry's ear. "Potter is safe here."
"NO!" Sirius cried angrily, looking Snape full in the face, "You must go where Lord Voldemort can't find him. You must get to safe!"
Get to safe? Surely Sirius meant get to safe-ty, get to safety. "Where-safe?" Harry asked, but Sirius's solid form was starting to fade, losing opacity quickly. "No-" Harry cried feebly.
"Harry is being pulled apart, you must leave here Severus!" Sirius said rapidly, "The bond-" Sirius was now flickering in and out of focus, "too thin-" on the verge of completely disappearing Sirius managed a few more words. "Answers—Find Kreature." and with that, he was gone.
Quickly Snape forced Harry into a sitting position and pulled at the back of his collar. Checking to see if the Grimorie Mark had gotten any larger.
"Wha-" Harry questioned, trying to ask Snape about the mark but finding he couldn't form the words.
"Its the same," Snape answered and let Harry fall back into the cot without much care.
"You—saw—Sirius?"
"Yes." Harry and Snape stared at each other for several long minutes. Snape finally pulled another small vial from his cloak, its contents a shimmering yellow, and he rolled it between his fingers examining it intently. "this is the antidote to the dampening potion. If I give it to you, you must remain calm." Harry nodded his eyes transfixed by the liquid. Debating internally Snape hesitated before uncorking the vial and pouring it into Harry's mouth. Like a cool refreshing water dousing Harry's entire body he felt the heaviness leave his limbs and his mind seemed crystal clear. Despite his promise to Snape Harry felt the opposite of calm he jumped out of the cot with ease and started pacing the length of the tent. Sirius's warning was the fuel Harry needed to finally leave Godrics Hollow. To finally do what he had wanted since the beginning of the summer, get away, be alone. His actions already proved he couldn't be trusted around the others, and Sirius said he must leave Godrics Hollow. Find Kreature. Trust Snape? And get somewhere safe.
"Kreature!" Harry called as clearly as he could making Snape jump to his feet. If Harry was Kreature's 'master' now, then it would summon him. A loud 'CRACK' filled the tent and then, "dirty, filthy blood-traitor, calling Kreature, as if I would serve the half-blood. Son of a mudblood-" Kreature continued muttering to himself.
"What are you doing Potter?" Snape asked furiously, his expression contorted to disgust when he laid eyes on the house-elf.
"Getting answers," Harry said hurriedly, but now that the house-elf had graced them with his presence Harry couldn't think of the right questions to ask. "Kreature—uh, do you know of somewhere safe? Someplace secret that only you might know about?"
"This is ridiculous Potter," Snape cut in before the elf could answer, "Blacks apparition can't influence our actions, its ludicrous. You are safe here!"
"Maybe, but everyone else isn't, as long as I'm around!"
"The Dark Lord isn't going to possess you again!"
"I can't wait around to find out if thats true Snape!" Harry yelled, "You saw him, you saw Sirius. Its not a dream, its—its, well I don't know what it is, but if Kreature has answers I want to hear them!"
Kreature grumbled loudly, interrupting Snape's retort and causing both wizards to stare at him. "The Black family has many secrets. Kreature knows them all, but Kreature won't tell. Not to the slimy spy, or that disgusting-"
"What secrets Kreature? Answer me!" Harry demanded.
"Many secrets." Kreature said again.
Harry wanted to seize the elf by his boney shoulders and shake the secrets out of him, but he resisted and gritted his teeth instead. "Kreature I command you to tell me, if you know about a secret place, somewhere that's safe!"
Kreature glared at Harry, and twisted his ears in his tiny fists, "Mistress's family owns a place. Hidden far, far away. Deep in the forest." He finally spat out.
"What forest Kreature?"
"Only Kreature knows now, only Kreature was told. This secret, even Master Black did not know." Kreature puffed out his chest and grinned evilly.
Harry looked quickly to Snape who was staring in mild shock at the elf, "where is it?" Harry repeated excitement planting its seed in the middle of Harry's chest.
"Far away, hidden in safe."
'in Safe' Harry thought, did he mean 'and safe'? Sirius had said, they must get to safe, and now Kreature was say the house was in safe. Was safe a place? If it was Harry hadn't heard of it.
"What Kreature? Hidden in safe, that doesn't make sense!"
"The Forest of Saiph" replied Kreature grimacing when he looked at Harry, "is a forest in a forest. Only the most noble families remember where the forest is. My Mistresses' house is in the heart of Saiff, always hidden, always protected."
Harry was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, "and you can take us there?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Kreature knows the way." He admitted grudgingly.
Harry's eyes were wide with delight, he looked at Snape who looked threateningly back at him. "We've got to go!"
"Absolutely not Potter! You have no idea what sinister magic may be waiting in that place, and you can't possibly trust what the elf says! Only months ago he lied to your face and sent you into the Department of Mysteries, you can't trust him!" Snape was seething.
"I'm Kreature's master now!" Harry replied, "He can't lie to me anymore! And I trust Sirius, he said we must go somewhere safe, and he just happens to have a home in this—this safe forest! This can't be a coincidence!"
"It's too convenient Potter, why wouldn't anyone else know about this? Think for a moment!" Snape did what Harry had wanted to do to Kreature, and grabbed his shoulders. "You can't go rushing into this!"
"You can't deny it either, Sirius said to trust you!" Harry yelled back, pushing forcefully against Snape's chest, "but I'll leave without you, if you force me! You can't make me stay here!"
"You insolent, fool-hardly, idiot child! This could be a trap!" Snape yelled into Harry's face.
"What's going on here Severus, Harry?" Suddenly Dumbledore's voice chimed in, his head poking through the tent entrance. Looking between Harry, Snape and Kreature his expression clearly worried.
"Nothing!" Snape and Harry said at the same time, making the Headmaster look taken aback and the house-elf to laugh evilly.
"Be quiet Kreature!" Harry commanded more forcefully than was necessary.
Snape pushed Harry away from him, they were both breathing heavily not taking their eyes off each other. Harry was shaking his head slowly back and forth in disgust. How could Snape deny Sirius's words? How could Sirius trust Snape, but not the other way around? Snape smoothed the front of his cloak with both hands and looked at the Headmaster, "I apologize Albus."
"No need, Severus," He replied stepping fully into the tent, still looking worried. "I-"
"Just get out," Harry said turning his back on them both, his hands were shaking with fury so he clenched them into tight fists trying to control himself. "Just get out!" He screamed, Kreature didn't need nmore incentive than that and he left the tent with a loud 'CRACK'. Snape and Dumbledore hesitated before the Headmaster said softly, "As you wish Harry."
"Don't do anything rash Potter." Snape growled at Harry's back once the Headmaster had gone, "don't make me come looking for you." He warned before dramatically exiting the tent.
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