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Sorry for the long wait…suffered a huge bout of writer’s block, but I'm back now so I hope you’re still reading and still enjoying the story
Chapter 28 Help Me Fall

Sorry for the long wait…suffered a huge bout of writer’s block, but I'm back now so I hope you’re still reading and still enjoying the story! On to the boys…

“Can we just stay?” Harry whispered without looking up at his lover the next morning. He knew that Severus had been awake for quite some time. Shards of light snuck through slivers in the dark curtains, tickling his eyes. Harry took a deep breath, taking in the scent of his home. He relished in the earthy smells of the herbs and roots that his bonded worked with everyday, they were punctuated with undertones of old parchment, musty books and the clean smell of the water that ran under the dungeons. Yet most of all he drew in the deliciousness of Snape’s cologne. It wasn’t something the man wore often but it seemed to pervade their bedroom. Harry loved that smell. He was home.

“In bed?” Came the soft reply. “We can do whatever it is you please.” Snape pulled the young man closer. He marveled in the warmth from the other man, the feeling of having Harry pulled against him, their bodies so close. In Harry’s absence he had found himself lost in the very thought of holding the man next to him. He had worried extensively at the possibility that he’d never be given the opportunity again. In those moments the infamous Severus Snape, killer of men, feared Death Eater, cursed his immortality. A life without cuddles from a messy haired, second generation marauder, would be no life at all.

“I don’t want to see anyone today. Let’s just stay in and eat junk and…talk. Don’t you think that we should talk?” Harry sat up reaching for a pack of smokes that he had tucked away in his robes.

“I thought you’d rid yourself of that habit.” Severus queried taking one from the pack.

“I did. I don’t smoke and that Sir, is my official statement.” Harry inhaled a large cloud of smoke, allowing it to sting his lungs. He wasn’t going to die anytime soon, he should be allowed a little fun.

“And yes we could use a day to delve into some deep discussion. What would you like to start with?” Sev lit the cigarette, savoring the smoke for the first time in days.

“Ask me a question. I’ll answer it honestly and then I’ll do the same with you. We’ll keep going until we know everything that we want to know. You can only answer the proposed question, nothing else. Sound good?” Harry positioned himself so that he was facing his mate. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth.

“Must you do everything in an unconventional manner?” The man laughed lightly. “Very well…” He stopped to think of his first inquiry. “Are you in anymore physical pain?” He knew the answer to this; he also knew that Harry would never freely bring it up. The boy was bull-headed enough to suffer in silence.

“The ah…the mark. It hurts sometimes and it seems like the lashings and burns are taking awhile to heal, given our invincible state….” Harry paused. “I…um…I have a little pain in my…I…” He shook his head in frustration. He couldn’t even say it. “I think I may have some tearing…I don’t know it’s just tender.” Harry finished quickly, finding the question to be embarrassing.

“I have some potions, Harry. You should have asked Poppy or myself. There is no reason to live in pain.” Severus rummaged through the drawer of his nightstand. His hand finally immerged with a vial or purple liquid. He popped the cork out of it and handed it to Harry. “Drink this. It’s a pain potion. It’s my own blend. It takes a little longer to work than the more accepted version but it doesn’t have the side effects and then if you’ll let me I’d like to check you over once it’s reached its full strength.” The younger man gladly swallowed the potion, a warmness spread through his body as it hit his stomach. He handed the empty vial back to Snape and smiled in appreciation. “As for the mark I’ve been doing some research. I’m scouring every resource I can think of to find a way of ridding you of it. He used a treacherous spell. I’ve had no luck finding a way to remove it yet, but I will.” Snape squeezed his lover’s hand in an unspoken promise. “What’s your question?”

“What did you do with the picture of Mathias?” Harry stated simply. He could feel his heart stop in anticipation of the answer.

“I threw it in the fireplace. I had no need for it.” Sev mused matter-of-factly. The truth was he never wanted to see or hear of Mathias Creevey for the entire duration of his stay on this earth. He still felt remorse for the circumstances surrounding the man’s death, he hated that he had committed murder without a second thought to the value of another man’s life. He hated that it took him years to feel anything on the subject at all. But it was done, and Mathias was managing to exact his revenge on Snape, even after his death, through Harry. “What was it that really changed your mind?” He still wasn’t sure that it was best for him to know. All he knew was that he needed to get his mind off of Creevey.

“I was shown some things. Sirius went ballistic when he found out that I’d left you. He, Lupin, Atheena, Hermione and Dumbledore guided me through a grand tour of their mistakes. It made me realize that yours weren’t so unique, that you weren’t some kind of monster. I…I didn’t get it at first. I just thought that they were trying to hurt me so I took off. I went to Godric’s Hollow. Rachel found me there a few hours later and after talking to her…I knew where I belonged.” Harry absently played with the ring on Snape’s finger. He silently reminded himself to thank Rachel for her kindness and understanding.

“They…” Snape began; he was incensed by what he had just heard. Had he known he would have never allowed them to subject Harry to such a heinous experience. Not after what he had just gone through with Marius.

Harry stopped him. “One question at a time. Why didn’t you tell me all of the things that Sirius and my Dad did to you? I saw the fight in the alley when you guys were around my age, and what they did to you during your O.W.L’s.” Harry had spent much of his time in Godric’s Hollow thinking about these very memories. The men he looked up to most in life had treated his bonded like a toy for them to play with and abuse at will. He couldn’t shake the sight of Sev lying on the ground in that alley, withering from the curse issued by James, nor could he stop hearing the sound of Sirius’ foot connecting with his lover’s flesh.

Severus took a long puff of the cigarette in his hand. The real reason was that if he had to talk about it he would be forced to think about it. His memories of Black and Potter when they were younger brought him too much pain to want to live through them again. “I didn’t want you to know such things of your father and godfather and I suppose that I didn’t want to live through it again. It hurts too much. Now, they made you go through their memories? What for? What memories?” His voice held a slight resentment.

“The crimes that they’ve committed. Hermione with Bellatrix, Dumbledore with Grindelwald, Atheena killing Death Eaters that got too close to Rachel and a bunch of stuff that Sirius and Lupin have done…it was terrible really. While I was seeing it I thought I would hate all of them but they made a valid point. Sometimes we have to fight fire with fire. Sometimes we have to make mistakes to get ahead in this fight…it led me back to you.” Harry stopped, carefully thinking of his next choice of words.

“Did you ever love Mathias? Please be truthful.” Harry’s jaw tightened.

“No. Harry, I’ve told you this. He was my friend. I enjoyed his company but I never loved him. I’ve never loved anyone but you. I don’t know how to stress that to you enough.” The man sighed. Snape looked at his mate, not sure if he should even venture into the next question. “All history aside did you think that Marius was attractive? You did, after all, get stuck with me and I am far from being the most attractive Snape…”

Harry’s head jerked upward. “How can you even ask me that?” He stopped to collect himself. “I’m sorry. Marius is a monster. I couldn’t lay my eyes on him without becoming nauseous. I’m attracted to you.” The young hands stroked tired cheeks, admiring the face he had longed for. “Your body, your face, that wild hair and piercing black eyes and my god…the voice; even when I hated you it sent chills up my spine. For me there is no one that compares to you. Call me crazy but you’re dead sexy.” Harry cracked a grin. “What were you going to do? If I didn’t come back?”

Sev drew a breath. “Die.” He answered shortly. “Well I was quite drunk for most of it but in the end, I would have had no will to go on. A man can only take so much in life.” He pulled Potter into a tight embrace. “I need you with me always. What would you have done?”

“Moped about a bit until I realized that I was making a catastrophic error. Then I would have come running back with my tail between my legs begging you for a second chance. What were you saying in the picture, when you were with Mathias?”

“Oh, that.” His expression was stern. “I had called upon him; he had promised that no one was home. I had been there not five minutes when one of his idiotic friends showed up. Mathias had insisted we take a photo together. If I remember correctly I was threatening to slowly remove his…”

“Ok.” Harry stopped him. He need’nt hear the rest. It was enough to know that Snape had killed Mathias; he didn’t need to know the cruel things that had been said to the man before his death.

Severus took in a breath. “How many times did you and Marius…How many times did he make you…” His voice cracked with anger, unable to form the words. He was unsure how he would ever reconcile the thoughts that invaded his mind of his brother defiling Harry.

“I don’t know.” Harry’s eyes dropped down. “After the first time…he just kept…I couldn’t keep…I’m sorry.” The man began to cry. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t stronger, that I didn’t fight him off. I’m sorry that I let him touch me.” Harry was growing ever more frantic. He buried his face in the chest of his bonded. “I promised you that you’d be the only…I broke that promise and I can't stop hating myself for it.” Potter couldn’t contain himself. He kept going back to their first night, he had promised himself to Severus then, he had fully intended to treasure that promise. His body was to be solely accessible by his bonded. He knew that he would never want for another. Marius had taken that promise from him. He had broken it and Harry had been unable to stop him. It’s what he hated most in the youngest Snape. He had stolen something that could never be returned. It sickened him.

“Harry, love, calm down.” Strong arms wrapped around the shaking body. “You’re mine Harry. It doesn’t matter what he forced you to do…you’ve given yourself only to me. I treasure that…I’m amazed by it.” Soft whispers fell from the older man’s lips; whispers of love, promises of devotion and declarations of a commitment for protection. Severus tried to the best of his abilities to soothe the man in his arms. “Harry I’ll never look upon you with anything but true feelings of honor and humility. You have, without concern for your wellbeing, given yourself to me, mind, body, and soul. That’s not something that I could ever ignore. It’s the best gift I’ve had the privilege to receive. The things he did…they could never touch that gift. Do you understand me?” He implored the other man to see reason, to see that it did not matter what Marius had done, Harry had kept his promise.

Harry hiccupped through tears and nodded his head. His cheek rested on the strong chest as he asked his next painful question. “Who…” He stopped momentarily. Why did all of this have to be so difficult? Why couldn’t he just be a young man in love? Why couldn’t he have a normal experience for once? He wanted to be picking out flowers for the wedding and gushing to his friends about how he had found his soul mate, not sifting through decades of strife and vile brutality. “Who knows about Frank Longbottom?”

Potter did not see Snape painfully close his eyes as he answered this question. “Everyone present of course. The older members of The Order…” His throat felt like it was closing. “Neville.” He all but cried. “He came to see me last year. He told me that he knew what I had done to his father. He had found a letter that his grandmother had written to Dumbledore explaining that Neville would not be attending Hogwarts if I continued my employment here. She never sent it…” The sentence dropped off as Snape fully recalled the events.

Neville had walked, very calmly, into the Potion Master’s classroom. He had not asked for permission as he pulled up a chair and sat down on the other side of the desk. Nor did he speak as he carefully unfolded the letter that held one of Severus’s darkest secrets. His facial expression did not change as he watched his professor read said letter. The only thing that had been different about that day was the Neville Longbottom exhibited no fear in the presence of his anxiety evoking teacher for the first time in six years the boy did not seem as if he were about to fall apart. Snape read the letter slowly, attempting to buy some semblance of time. The truth of the matter was that the hardened Death Eater-turned-spy was at a loss for words.

“Is it true?” The boy questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. “What my grandmother said you did to my father, was that true?” The resolve in his voice did not waiver.

Severus gave one nod. “It’s true. You’re Grandmother has the story right.” He couldn’t make his eyes meet those of his student. How was this happening? The events in that letter were supposed to be buried.

“You were a spy when you raped him…you already worked for the Order?” Longbottom’s tone was without malice.

“Yes. I had been for a few years at that point.” Snape continued to look at a spot on the boy’s forehead, avoiding his eyes at all cost.

“Was it that night that they were given to Bellatrix Lestrange?” His gaze flickered to the floor; the agony he felt was only visible in that portion of a second.

“It was. They were a gift to her from the Dark Lord. I couldn’t…” He tried to explain.

“It would have blown your cover. You had no choice. I understand that. My Gran doesn’t but I do. It’s what they would have wanted, you to keep fighting. It’s quite funny though. One of the last things they saw was you. Do you think they questioned your allegiances then? On their last night…” Neville paused. He would keep his composure. “Do you think Professor, that while you raped my father, they wondered what your true nature was?” He stopped himself from going further. He would not let pettiness get in the way of what he had come to do.

“Neville, I…” Snape closed his eyes and focused on his breath for a moment. “I can’t take it back. I needed to keep my cover for The Order. I’m sorry that you had to find any of this out. I’m so…so sorry.” He whispered. His mind flashed back to that night at the mention of those words. They were the words he had softly uttered to Frank Longbottom as he pushed into him; they were the words that had comforted Neville’s father during his time in the center of that circle. Those words were spoken to Alice as Snape led her to the last room she would ever see. They were the words that finally laid to rest the feud that had been raging between the two men for years. “I’m sorry.” He begged, returning from his thoughts.

Neville smiled sadly. “I forgive you. I wanted you to know that. I’d wager that all of that was a heavy burden and I came here today to release you from it. I forgive you, Professor Snape and I know that they would too.”

“Th…thank you.” The older mad stuttered, shocked at the words.

Longbottom stood and returned his chair to its original position. “I still don’t like you.” He looked to his teacher.

“Understandable.” Sev answered, his eyes were kind as he watched his student walk confidently out of the room. “Mr. Longbottom…your letter…” Snape looked at the piece of paper on his desk.

Neville stopped, turning slowly. “It is the only written account I believe.” They stood in silence, both taking a few breaths. “Incedio.” The boy said with intentionally too much power. He left as all of the papers surrounding the letter burst into flame. Severus grinned slightly as he watched it all burn.

The Potion’s Master gathered himself after the retelling of the memory.. He waited for Harry to jump out of his arms in disgust but the movement never came.

“He forgave you…” Harry breathed more to himself then to his companion. His schoolmate had granted forgiveness to a man who had raped his father in front of his mother. The mousey boy that Harry had looked upon in their first year as someone weaker than himself had shown more strength in one gesture, than Potter believed to possess in his entirety. If Neville could forgive a transgression that was made directly against him then what reason did Harry have for holding onto this resentment inside of him? If he could forgive a man that he hated, a man that he whole-heartedly feared, what was holding Harry back from forgiving the man he loved of crimes that were committed before his birth?

“Harry? Are you alright?” Snape snapped him out of his thoughts.

Harry jumped a little, setting on one elbow so that he could look his bonded in the eye. “I love you,” he said simply. “I love you so much.”

Severus studied his mate, trying to make heads or tails of the statement, not sure what sentiment that it was coming from. Potter caught on to this. “There’s no catch, no hidden meaning. I love you. It’s just what it is. If I hadn't been so thick-headed I would have known it all along. You are a great man…a wonderful, loving, powerful, strong, caring man and I want for nothing when I’m with you. I blessed to have you Sev. I love you…all of you.” Harry kissed the man gently, pulling Snape’s hand into his hair as he brushed his tongue against his lover’s lips. It was not a long kiss, it was not passionate. It was all it needed to be; loving, deserving and devoted.

“I love you too.” The Professor kept his hand tangled in the mop of dark curls atop his bonded’s head. “Did the potion kick in? Are you in any pain?” The dark man questioned.

“I feel good. I can't feel any pain or discomfort.” Harry grinned. “It feels wonderful, thank you. It’s the first time I haven’t since…” He paused in contemplation. “…since I was taken.”

Snape moved a little so that he was in a full sitting position. “Would you let me examine you? If you’re more comfortable I can get Poppy…” His words were veiled in unabashed nervousness. He felt like a first year all over again, eyeing up the cute bloke in the corner with no gull to back up the want. He could feel the nerves tingle in every bit of his body, scared of what his lover’s answer would be.

“No. You can do it.” Harry replied shyly. His mind raced with dangerous thoughts. What would happen when Sev sees the Dark Mark? Would he be repulsed? What about the soon to be scars? What all was he talking about examining? Would he be able to feel it?

“Don’t look so scared Harry.” Potter felt a hand brush softly against his cheek. “Tell me what it is that you’re worrying on about.”

“It’s just that…you’ll be seeing all of it…all of me for the first time up close and I’m really a bloody mess. What if you don’t…I don’t look like I used to.” He finished quickly.

“Harry you’re the most singularly beautiful thing I’ve laid my eyes on. Scars could never change that. They’ll fade with time love, and I’ll find away to remove that mark…I swear it.” Snape squeezed the man’s shoulder.

“And if they don’t? Fade, that is. What then?”

“Then you’ll have scars, which will make me feel much less of a cradle robber…they’ll also serve as a reminder that I must always protect you. Now let me see how you’re doing.”

Harry pulled his shirt up and his pants down, becoming painfully aware of his nakedness; his body trembled a little as he stretched out on the bed. He buried his head into his bonded’s pillow, breathing in the smell of it. He closed his eyes and tried to quell his fears. He was home. He was in loving hands and his was safe. There was no need for him to feel vulnerable or terrified, which was what was currently pulsating through his veins.

Snape’s eyes scoured over his lover’s body. The burns, cuts and bruises were healing at a normal rate. Normal made him uneasy. They weren’t normal. They were immortal. He should be completely healed by now and yet the wounds all still oozed infection and dried blood crusted around their edges. He took note that several appeared to be inflamed. His gaze fell to the Dark Mark, which stared viciously up at him, reminding him of yet another failure where Harry was concerned. The blackness of the tattoo seemed out of place on the creamy white skin, like blood on snow. Severus cleared his throat and forced himself away from his thoughts. “You’re doing well.” He lied. “I have some salve that should speed things along.” His tone was matter-of-fact. He didn’t want the young man to know of his concern. “I’ll have to make a run to my store room; will you be alright here alone?” The dark man stood and smiled kindly at his partner.

“Yeah I can be by myself, that and…well I’ll just lay here.” Harry laughed a little.

“Ok love. I’ll return momentarily.” Snape swept out of their quarters quickly, not allowing Harry to glimpse his worry. Once in his lab he swiftly flooed into Dumbledore’s study, paying no mind to the people occupying the room as he billowed in. “Find him!” His fist slammed against the hard wood of the prehistoric desk the Headmaster was seated behind. He had no concern for his image. He did not care if he was intruding on a private matter. He was furious. “Now! I don’t care what we have to do but you find that son of a bitch!” His voice seethed. His eyes clouded in rage.

Albus’ features shown with understanding. “Severus rest assured that we are doing everything in our power to…”

“It’s not good enough! He’s lying down there, bleeding and bruised and I can’t tell him why he’s not healing like the rest of us because I don’t fucking know!” The man bellowed, in an abnormal bout of profanity. “What ever else The Order is tending to…I want it dropped. Every member is to be looking for Marius. Do we have an understanding?” His voice dropped deathly low as his face closed in on the Dumbledore’s. The elder man did not back down, choosing instead to nod in concurrence.

“You say that he’s not healing?” Atheena asked from behind her brother. She stood carefully, reaching a hand out to touch his shoulder. Snape quickly shrugged it off.

“What ever spell he used has slowed down the quickened pace of out healing abilities. He’s healing as if he were untouched by the Old Ones. I want Marius and I want him now!” His yell startled even his sister.

“I’ll give the command Severus. You’ll have the entire Order on this. You just tend to your bonded. We’ll find Marius. You’ll be the first to know my boy.” Albus sounded sure of himself. Snape growled at the two of them, disappearing into the fireplace.

“Do you have any idea what Marius could have done to cause this?” Atheena sat back into her chair, her hands knotting together nervously. She was worried.

“I’ve done some reading, reached out to a few of my old contacts. All of the magics that could cause such a thing would have left a heavy signature, any experienced wizard would have picked up on it. I do have a few theories but I’d like to give them further thought before I care to divulge them. Be a dear and fetch the others for me would you? I fear that our Severus is quite serious in his request. I’d rather not give him the opportunity to do something rash.”

“Of course, Headmaster.” Atheena hurried out of the office. Albus lowered his head to his hands, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He was sure that his fortitude as leader was being tested. He had to find a way to save the boy.

“It feels cold.” Potter shifted and laughed and the first gob of salve was applied to his back.

“It helps with pain as well, but we’ve already taken care of that haven’t we?” Snape had calmed himself before reentering the bedroom that he shared with Harry. He explained that he had shelved the salve incorrectly, thus covering for his lengthy absence.

“It’s your question.” Harry coaxed his counterpart. Snape continued his work on the wounds as he thought.

The query fell from his lips before he could properly censor it. “Do you blame me for your abduction? Do you think I should have looked after you with more care?”

Harry rolled a little, locking eyes with his bonded. “You can’t be held accountable for what your family does, Sev. You taught me that. Marius chose to do what he did, you held no sway over that. I know in my heart that you did all that you could to find me and you did…you saved me. And as for looking after me with more care…I had about all of the care I could stand from you…” Harry chuckled happily. “I couldn’t have taken you being anymore protective. It happened, and while I’m loathed to remember it, I do know that the blame falls solely on Marius. You’ve always done your best by me, I know that.” He sat up when Snape was finished with his injuries. “I’ll never again make the mistake of questioning your love for me.” He leaned in kissing his beloved’s cheek. “Do you ever miss it? You had the freedom to do what ever you pleased with no moral obligation. Do you ever wish you had it back?”

“No. My moral compass is questionable at best but I fight where I believe I should be fighting. In my youth I viewed it as a way to have no rules; I could act in whatever manner I fancied. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. I’ll kill when it’s best for me to do so but there is no sport in it. I never took joy in ending innocent lives, though I never felt remorse for ending guilty ones. I never felt comfortable in the pain and destruction and if we’re being truthful sometimes I don’t feel entirely comfortable on the good side either, but it does allow me to sleep at night. I suppose that’s why there was a fight over my soul. Harry there is a lot that I have repented for; I’ve asked forgiveness for a lot of things…most things that I did as a Death Eater. But that’s not to say I haven’t done things while in The Order that would repulse you either. I do believe that darkness has its uses and I am not above employing its services if it will bring about a good end, but I’d never want to misuse it. My place is in The Order, it’s fighting next to you.” The man’s eyes and fallen to floor, as if he were ashamed of the confession.

“I couldn’t fight it without you Sev. I watched all of the things you’ve done and I got so irate but the truth is I may be called upon to do some of those very things in this war and I need to know how to do them, who better to teach me to play with fire than someone who has walked through it?” Harry squeezed his lover’s hand. “I need to rest for a spell. You could wake me up later and we could get some lunch or…”

“I’d like to stay with you if that’s ok. I could use a nap.” Snape didn’t want to leave his bonded’s side. He had him back and he meant to fully appreciate it.

“You don’t nap.” Harry shook his head, smirking.

“I do not generally require extra sleep, that’s true. I feel as though I’ve had a long few weeks and I deserve a little more rest. I’m entitled to try knew things.” He tried to cover up his obvious ploy to stay with his mate.

“You just want to be by me you wanker…and I love it.” Harry snuggled into his fiancé, feeling warm and protected.

“I should kill you.” The hiss snapped at the naked man lying at Voldemort’s feet. “If I lost myself for a moment I would. You had the boy…” He circled his prisoner. “You had the boy! You had him and you used him for your own pleasure instead of obeying my orders!” His screech threatened to tear down the walls of the musty basement the two occupied.

“Oh, but true pleasure it was my lord.” Marius swallowed his own blood. Hours of the cruciotus curse had left him in quite a state. His spirit remained unbroken. He glared at the four men that had turned him in. Theolonus, Lucius, Corvus and Draco all watched from a corner, satisfied that the anguish was not befalling them. All knowing that some type of punishment was in store. “My big brother…I do envy him. I couldn’t help myself. The Boy Who Lived has grown into a fine man. A delectable treat my lord, one that you should try out for yourself.” His hysterical laughter laid him flat of the floor. “Harry-bloody-Potter…what an early Christmas gift.” Marius continued to cackle even as the latest torture curse was issued.

“You have lost your mind Marius.” Voldemort spoke. “It’s quite a shame too, with all of that power. Yet, I find that you have no loyalty beyond your carnal desire. I need the boy. He can't be killed but with the right confinement…with the right guidance…he could be made to be submissive and a submissive spirit is so easy to control. I’ll grant you one last deal Marius. Collect your brother and Potter and you will be appointed the task of removing that insatiable spunk of his. Severus will be mine to play with of course but you can have the boy until we find a way to kill him…it could take years Marius…years with a toy that cannot be broken. Think of the marvelous things you could achieve. All of the things you’ve wanted to do…but were forced to refrain from because they’d rip a mere mortal apart. Harry could do those things…the alternative is I kill you…” His snake like features grinned.

Marius pulled himself to his feet. “I’ll get them both.” His voice was sure. “I want a guarantee that no one else will touch the boy. You know how I don’t play well with others my Lord.” His smile was blood covered.

“You have my word.” Voldemort seated himself on his thrown.

“I’ll need a few months. I can’t strike again so soon.”

“Take them. If the boy isn’t here by summer your life will come to its end.” The dark wizard shrugged almost lightheartedly.

“He’ll be here.” Marius swore, running his tongue over his lips. “mmm…Harry Potter.” It was the last thing he spoke before strutting out up the stairs. He was gone.

“This does give me time to see to the rest of my devoted followers.” Voldemort smirked at the four terrified men cowering in the corner.

Please take a moment to review. I know Ive been gone awhile and I’d like to know if anyone is still with the story. Also I wrote this with the worst writers block….so is it any good? Worst chapter yet? You be the judge…