Title: Voldemort's Mistake
Rating: T
Summary: Harry finds out that Snape is his father before the third task of the Triwizard Tournament. Shortly after that he's bitten by Remus, who's visiting. This one event will prove to be Voldemort's mistake. Based on Tia Evans's Werewolf Challenge on Potions and Snitches! Harry/Hermione pairing!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling's Harry Potter characters and I'm making nothing from this.
Chapter Twelve
It was soon time to head out and get supplies for returning students. Harry found himself with his father in Diagon Alley. When Harry had gotten his letter he found that it was a bit heavy. When he opened it a badge came out.
"I'm a Prefect," he told his father.
"Congratulations," his father said, grinning. "I was never made Prefect, for obvious reasons."
"How many Prefects are chosen during fifth year?"
"Eight, two from each house," his father answered, "Though the Heads of House have no say in who Dumbledore chooses."
"I wonder who the other fifth year prefect is," Harry wondered, hoping that it was Hermione.
"Well whoever it is will be under my eye at all times."
Harry mentally groaned.
They first went to Madam Malkin to get Harry's order of self-repairing robes that Severus had ordered. They had to be taken out a bit due to Harry's huge growth spurt. And then it was to get his books and other supplies. Harry didn't see Hermione at all during their shopping and he was starting to get worried.
"I'm sure that nothing happened to her," Severus told him when Harry voiced his concern.
Once they were done they headed back to Prince Manor where Harry finally finished all his summer work.
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"I'm happy that you made my son prefect, Headmaster," Narcissa told him when Draco had gotten his badge.
"The child, despite some of his faults, deserved that badge," Dumbledore told her. "And I wanted to prove that I wouldn't treat him any different than I would any other student."
She nodded and then he asked, "How are you feeling?"
"Tired," she said, "But the Potions Mistress that's brewing the Wolfbane for Draco and I told me that there might be a way for us to recover quicker. I know that the Full Moon is on the first night that students come back and-."
"Narcissa, I will make sure that your son is brought up to date on things," Dumbledore cut in.
She nodded but said nothing.
"We are currently looking for the next set of Horcrux's," he told her. "We don't know, however, where they are."
"Well the Diary was destroyed and there might be a spell that can be used to locate the others."
"The connection that each object has is the weakness of these things," Dumbledore told her. "That was the information that was inside the book that I destroyed. Once we destroy the cup then we should be able to track the next Horcrux."
"Do you still have the diary?" Narcissa asked him.
"Of course," he said.
"I can use the spell to have the diary track the next object," she said to him. "Then we can connect it with the others."
"And destroy them in one go," he reasoned and Narcissa nodded.
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"There's something attached to your soul, "Freki said inside Harry's mind.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"It feels like another soul, though only a fragment," Freki explained.
Harry decided to ask his father about what Freki told him. He found his father in his study, writing things down in a book. He looked up when Harry entered.
"Freki spoke to me again," he said.
"What did he say?"
"He said that he felt a soul fragment attached to my own," Harry told him.
He saw Severus go white and said, "You're a Horcrux, Harry."
"A what?"
"A container that houses the soul of a dark wizard, or a fragment of one," Severus explained, "I need to tell Albus about this."
"Great; and I thought that my summer couldn't get any worse."
Harry thought over what he had been told. The idea that he had Voldemort inside of him was something that made him feel dirty and polluted. His father tried to tell him that everything would be alright, but he didn't feel like everything would be alright. He needed his mate for comfort but he didn't know where she was. He hoped that his father had some answers when he came back.
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"He's a what?" Dumbledore asked when Severus told him what Harry had told him.
"He's a damn container for a soul of that monster," Severus snarled.
"This isn't good, but it explains how Harry can talk to snakes," Dumbledore reasoned. "We'll leave that for later. The most important thing is that we find the containers that aren't living and collect them. Once that's done then we can concern ourselves with Harry."
"You're going to kill my son."
"Severus, I'm not going to do anything of the sort," Dumbledore told him. "We'll work on a way to get rid of the fragment without killing Harry."
Dumbledore saw that Severus was worried and he wasn't alone. Dumbledore was now more worried about Harry than ever before. He really didn't want to kill the child and he wasn't going to tell Severus about what he might end up having to do.
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Two days later Severus found Harry busy reading one of the books for fifth year. The spell that Narcissa had created located the locket. He was off, with Dumbledore, to get the locket and add it to the cup.
"The Wolfbane has been brewed;" he told Harry, "Remember to drink one dose each day."
"I will," Harry promised.
"Madam Pomfrey will come and take you down to the basement to change," he went on, "I'll be back in a week or so."
Harry nodded and Severus left Prince Manor.
They arrived outside Sirius House. It had taken two more days for Black to even allow them to come in. When they arrived the locket was already in a bag.
"Just get the damn thing away from me," he demanded.
"Don't worry, we will," Dumbledore promised and he grabbed it and the three left.
"He's a piece of happiness," Narcissa growled.
"He's still a wanted man," Dumbledore told her. "I don't think that he'll be back to normal until he's cleared."
Narcissa couldn't help them out during that week. Their Potions Mistress had brewed the Wolfbane for both her and Draco and so she had to leave. They got notices from Harry, telling them that he had taken that day's dose. Severus was glad that the boy was listening and not doing something rash. On September 1st he joined the other staff down in the Great Hall to ring in the beginning of the term.
Kingsley had been made Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
"When Madam Pomfrey comes back we'll move some of the potions that were brewed to her stores."
"Sounds like a good-."
Madam Pomfrey came running in, terror on her face.
"Poppy, what's wrong?" Dumbledore asked.
"Severus, it's Harry," she told them.
"What's wrong with Harry?"
"He's tired to an ash tree," she said, "With something in his side. He's in full wolf form and he's not moving."
"Dear Merlin," Minerva gasped.
"Take me to him," Severus demanded and he hurried with her.
When they arrived at Prince Manor they hurried into the back. Tied up, with blood coming from what looked like carvings, with a spear in his side, was his son. He wasn't moving and Severus had no clue how long he had been there.
"A Death Eater attack," Madam Pomfrey said.
"Time," Severus called out and a house elf appeared.
"Yes, Master Snape," he said.
"What happened to my son?" he demanded.
"Master Harry asked Time to do it," he said, "And I must do what Master tells me."
"What do you mean that Harry asked you to do this?"
"He wanted to be rid of the thing inside him," Time confessed, "He's been up there for a day. He asked not to be brought down for nine days and nights."
"He's going to die," Severus told him.
"He knows that but he's willing to die," Time said, "He didn't want to feel polluted anymore."
Severus tried to reach him but whatever was keeping him away blasted him off the ground.
"Severus," she cried out.
"If Harry survives this, I'm going to kill him."
He sent a message to Dumbledore, telling him what had happened. He didn't know why Harry had decided to choose this method and the only thing that he could do was watch over him.
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A/N: Another bit from Nose myth. Odin sacrificed himself for nine days and nights to gain the knowledge of the runes. The same thing will happen to Harry, but without the 'runes' bit.