Down On Your Knees

Tile: Down on Your Knees

Author: Exis* Exis_@hotmail.com

Pairing: Harry Potter/Severus Snape

Warnings: This fic will contain M/M sex....Gay sex. For thoes who don't like that, you should go away now. It will also highlight a love afair with a teacher so if that makes you unhappy, scram. I haven't finished writing it, but you should assume that it will have spoilers from ALL FOUR BOOKS.....if that displeases you, you can go away as well. My last warning is that this is my first slash fic, and my first Harry Potter fic. I haven't the slightest clue whether it's horrible, and I'd like to pretend it's not....

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, nor am I making any money off this. You know the drill, I won't elaborate.

Dedicated: To my Lovely Beta Tealish. Thanks for your patience, and your trust.

Archive: Anywhere you want to....just mail me to let me know


Youre left alone crying in the dark
And there's no one there to help you out oh baby
You turn towards the light, there is no road
You go to the dark but then you fall
Down on your knees
And you are bleeding from your soul
oh no. Don't leave me I cant sleep
dont go away Anymore I just wanna be with you
Dont leave me any more
"Serentiy of you"

Chapter 4 "You turn towards the light"

Harry witnessed the terrified looks on the teachers’ faces as the Death Eaters approached. Harry really wasn’t scared. He knew that Voldemort would have instructed them specially about him. He looked down the lines of the unmasked men approaching the castle, and he realized he recognized few of them. ‘Of course,’ he thought. ‘This is just the first wave.’ He suspected Voldemort would have sent the inexperienced and uncoordinated to tire the opposing forces first. Then the real battle would begin.

He watched as the men walked right up to the front lawn. The two groups stood twenty feet apart, wands ready, neither side knowing how to begin. The Death Eater who stood in front of Draco had a confused look in his eyes. Draco just smirked, knowing that that his betrayal wasn’t expected. It was just then that it dawned on Harry that Draco was going to face his father today. At that moment, Harry wanted nothing more in the world than to go up to Draco and bow down as an apology for the last seven years. This act of defiance was beyond what Harry had ever seen or done. But during the split second it had taken Harry to think of Draco’s sacrifice, something significant had happened to interrupt Harry’s awakening; the first curse of the battle had been uttered.

Dumbledore stood in the middle of the field and raised his wand to the man who stood in front of him. His normally kind eyes sparked with rage and exhaustion. His normally warm voice was thunderous and cold, as he shouted “Avada Kedavra!” at the man. He fell instantly in a blinding blaze of green light. Everyone fell silent for a millisecond, and then in a ball of fury, the spells flew. Dumbledore’s curse had set the tone of this battle, and it was a menacing one.

Most of the staff weren’t able to cast ‘Avada Kedavra,’ but luckily, neither could the first wave of minions. Harry decided he would need some practice before he must start to fight as well, so he flew over to one of the Death Eaters who was surrounded, and losing by the looks of it. He stood overhead, and pointed his wand, and for the first time in his life, the most sinister words of the world crossed his lips. Power flew through him like it was being sucked out by a vacuum. He felt dizzy and sick, but at the same time, he felt more alive than he had ever felt before. A flash of green light went off, and then the man instantly fell to the Earth.

Harry didn’t have time for remorse. What he had done was dangerous, because it could have drawn attention, and as long as no one knew he was there, he wasn’t a target. Luckily, the Death Eaters were outnumbered and to busy dealing with their own battles to notice the curse coming from the sky. Harry flew to the other end of the field and waited until he was sure that he wasn’t spotted. He looked back to the corpse that lay on the field. One single tear rolled down his cheek.

Chances are, more would have followed that tear had Harry not seen what was coming over the horizon. Two armies approached the field. One army was the Ministry’st Aut Aurors. The other was Voldemort’s army. Equal in numbers and equal in strength, Harry shuddered as the two came closer to one another. Almost like lightning the curses started to volley. It was hard to distinguish who was winning, for the petrified looked an awful lot like the dead. One thing was for sure though, no one was worried about Azkaban, or the unlawfulness of the Unforgivables. This battle transcended such things.

It was then that Harry saw him. Right in the middle of his army, sat Voldemort, surrounded on all sides by the best of his Death Eaters. It was now or never. Harry silently flew over to them, and circled overhead a few times. It was unnerving to have to give up the cover his cloak offered, because once he lost the element of surprise, he was on his own power.

He chose Lucius Malfoy as his first victim. He aimed carefully, and then shouted the Killing Curse. Malfoy instantly fell to the ground tripping Nathaniel Avery as he went. Harry shouted the curse again, and Avery fell on top of Lucius. Reflexively, the Death Eaters took aim at the sky and shouted a multitude of curses which Harry carefully dodged. He flew back around the group, and caught Peter Pettigrew in an complicated entrapment curse he had found. He put a prisoner of war flag on him, so he wouldn’t be killed by others. Wormtail and him had some things to discuss with the Ministry.

He sped away from the group, dodging a number of different curses. By this time, there was a more concentrated group of Death Eaters surrounding Voldemort. He weaved in and attacked what looked like Goyle, and another man whom he hadn’t recalled seeing before. A sinking feeling fell to the pit of his stomach when he realized he had killed someone he didn’t even recognize for the second time that day. ‘We do what we have to,’ he thought again, and went back in to break apart the offenders a little bit more.

The advantage went back and forth went on for a little longer. Soon the Aurors had broken through the ranks, and were doing their share. Harry winced internally when a pretty blonde Auror fell to the ground. But no matter how sickened he was by the unnecessary death, the adrenaline that pushed itself through his veins was enough to keep him moving. He had work to do.

Harry knew the best way to do this was one on one. He would have to lead Voldemort away from the other Death Eaters, or let Voldemort lead him. That would mean some obvious mistakes. So, he made a point to let his cloak slip right in front of Voldemort, but also made sure he was far down the field when it happened. He attacked people directly, letting Voldemort know that it was him who was attacking. Slowly, person by person, Harry created a trail for Voldemort to follow. He made sure his path led away from the Aurors. Voldemort was vengeful, not stupid, and would not be led into a trap such as that.

He knew he was running out of time. Once he had led Voldemort far enough, he let his cloak slip again. He mused about how his actions resembled the children’s games of peek-a-boo and hide and seek. A war really wasn’t a place for children. His little slip had been the end of hide and seek, though. Voldemort shouted a complicated fire curse, and the garment had immediately been engulfed in flames. Harry dropped it on the ground, leaving his most useful object behind casually, as if it were nothing. With that, he took off fast into the sky towards the woods.

“Catch me if you can!” he shouted, and disappeared out of sight. He knew Voldemort could, and would, catch him, but at least it would be on Harry’s grounds, and they would play by Harry’s rules.

~*~

Harry led the chase alongside the woods. The Forbidden Forest still struck fear into the hearts of most of the seventh years, but Harry had made his peace with the hallowed ground. He hadn’t any idea where Voldemort had gotten a broom, but it didn’t riserise Harry that he had one. Voldemort had been planning this for over seventeen years, after all. He knew Harry upside down and backwards, and he must have anticipated Harry trying to use his flying skills against him, because he was hot on Harry’s heels as they ducked and weaved between the trees. Harry knew this was too good to last, though. He soon spotted a flat patch of land that would be suitable for a fight. ‘Suicide is painless,’ he thought to himself as he set his broom down. Voldemort followed suit.

“We meet again, Mr. Potter. No friends or Death Eaters or parents or miracles to save you now. This comes down to what it should have been at the start, you and me. I hope you remember the dueling procedure I’ve taught you, as I think niceties should be observed, even in this circumstance.” Upon speaking the last line, the Dark Lord bowed to Harry, yet never breaking eye contact. He was waiting for Harry to bow back, but Harry just stood there arms crossed.

“If you think I’ll ever bow down to you, duel or not, you’re very much mistaken, Mr. Riddle. You’re right, there is nothing but you and me here, but I think your confidence may be an error. Six times we’ve met, and six times we’ve both walked away in varying conditions of pain and ruin, but not today. Today, one of us never walks away. I am sick of waiting for this day; let’s just get it over with.” Harry spoke with a bored timber to his voice. Not a spec of nervousness was given off. With his wand brandished he stood three feet from the most feared man in the world, and faced him without hesitation.

Voldemort decided not to worry about a carefully worded reply, and shouted a curse at Harry. The word ‘Crucio’ left the Dark Lord’s mouth with conviction and purpose, but Harry was ready and got out of the way quickly. He jumped a quarter of a turn around Voldemort, and used his new position to throw a binding curse at him. The Dark Lord looked bored as he easily blocked the curse, and threw another nasty curse at Harry. Harry didn’t recognize the spell, so chose to run instead of block. His Quidditch reflexes didn’t fail him either, for he easily got out of the way. The exchange of curses continued for a while. Both of them were able to duck, block, or remove all of the curses and hexes thrown in the exchange, much to their equal displeasure.

“Inciendo!” Voldemort shouted at Harry, aiming for the middle of his person. Harry fell to the ground and rolled out of the way before the curse could hit him. He found himself positioned just a little bit behind Voldemort, and shouted the first curse that came to mind.

“Lucienda,” Harry yelled, pointing his wand at Voldemort. Voldemort ducked the curse, but paused a moment as he recognized it. It was a very old Dark curse, known to liquefy the organs quickly and painfully. The shock of Harry Potter using Dark Magic gave Harry just the advantage he needed. He fired another curse at Voldemort the minute the first one didn’t hit him. Voldemort fell to the ground in an ungraceful heap. Harry stopped and looked at the sight he had been fighting seven years to see. One small tear trickled down his cheek. Not for Voldemort, but for everything else...for him.

His voice caught in his throat as he stood next to the cold body and said to himself one more time, “We do what we have to.” He raised his wand once more, but instead of pointing it at Voldemort, he turned it at himself. Looking off in the distance at the other people fighting, he said a tiny prayer, and did the most terrifying thing he had ever attempted. He shouted a spell, and quickly fell to the ground as everything went black.


**Authors Note** I'll have the next part up shortly, I promised. This was difficult to write, and it's different from the rest of the story. I don't really know what to say about this chapter, but I hope you enjoyed it. And if you didn't, once again I beg you to hang in with me, I am going to tie this all together eventually. I'm going to try to keep this stuff coming. Thanks for taking the time to read this....

R is for the way you read my fic
E is for the energy it took
V is for the violent inner struggles
I is for your interest
E is for my eccentric nature
W is for the work....

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