The Lost Rose

Here it is folks...CHAPTER SIX PART TWO! I know that many of you have waited for this chapter, not
excluding my muse...you know who you are darling.
Many of you are wondering HOW it was Harrys fault that the Weaslys are dead and HOW did snapes owl find him...dont worry. I will explain in
chapter seven.
Anyways...on with the show!
Disclaimer: It is NOT mine.


Chapter Six part two-A change in Winds
Harry woke to find himself in the Hogwarts infirmary. Trying to recollect his thoughts he was startled
when Poppy walked in with a smile rather than her usual frown.
"How are you? You have been out for almost a week. I managed to Heal most of your wounds, do you feel
any pain?"
Harry shook his head.
"No Ma'am. I cant really feel anything..."
"Thats good, Potter. You used thirteen of my most extensive, and exspencive, potions for your damn
wounds." Snapes cold voice interupted him and Harry flinched at the unexpected harsh voice.
"I-I-" Harry tried to apologize but the words seemed to stick in his throat.
"Well, it appears as if he is still a helpless idiot, despite all outward appearances." Snape roughly pulled
the smaller man out of bed by his arm and dragged him towards the door while making his excuses to
Poppy.
"COme, Potter. We must see the Headmaster."
After they exited the double doors Snape jerked him once more in the direction of the Headmasters office.
Harry whimpered as his memories of that summer came scrambling back at that one touch. Snape jerked
again and the raven-haired youth snapped.
"No...No, No, No, NO!" Harry yanked his arm out of Snapes grasp and sank to the floor shaking.
"Whats the matter boy?" The ebony eyed professor lost his aptience and grabbed Harry by
his wrist, jerking him up in one smooth movement.
*_* Flashback *_*
Harry's arms were tied above his head to the basement ceiling as his uncles whip descended again and
agian.
*_* End Flashback *_*
Harry screamed with remembered terror and Snape stared at him, shocked.
"What the FUCK?! Potter! Potter! Get AHOLD of yourself!"
Harry continued to scream as his body convulsed. Digging around in his robes, Snape brought out a
calming draft and tried to give it to Harry, the poor lad was screaming his throat raw.
"Potter! Potter! Pot- HARRY!"Harry instantly froze long enough for Snape to make him drink the potion.
Then he scooped the boy up in his arms, a curious frown upon his face.
"What happend this summer?"
Harry stayed silent, his thoughts circling in chaos.
'Will he hate me even more if I told him? I dont think I can stand anymore hostility...Some savior I am.'
AS they came up to the stone gargoyals who guarded Dumbledores office, Snpae set Harry back on his
feet and said the password.
"Skittles, taste the fruity rainbow."
Harry snickered and even Snape had to smile a little at the headmasters tast in passwords.
Then Snape felt something he had not felt in years...
Compassion.
'Damn BRAT!' Snape mentally snarled. 'I hate him even more now! Its been thirteen years since-'
He was drawn out of his thought by the headmasters voice.
"Come in." They had arrived at Dumbledores office.
"Harry! Porffesor, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
Snape glared at him, "I think you know. I want to talk about what happend to Potter this summer."
The twinkle in Dumbledores eyes vanished and he glared at Snape.
"Sacrafices must be made to determin the outcome of this war."
Pushing Harry into one of the overstuffed chaors behind him, the irate professor continued.
"Sacrafices? What KIND of sacrafices did this boy have to make? How MANY did he have to make, old
man?!"
Harry had watched this exchange quietly and now he answered Snapes question in a small, tired voice.
"I was beaten at an early age...three I think. But this summer-this summer was worse. My Uncle raped me.
Then, when I could not do my chores, he beat me and allowed my COUSIN to rape me. In totall I was
beaten thirteen time this summer and raped a total of forty-seven times. He also killed my bird, and
using a disgusing tactic, fed her to me." As Harry finished his explanation, he had silent tears coursing
down his face. Then he let out strained laughter.
"How did those sacrafices help the war?" Snape stared at Harry in horror as he questioned Dumbledore.
Dumbledore regarded the sobbing teenager cooly.
"He had to stay safe-"
Snape spoke again," Safe? YOU CALL THAT SAFE?! I knew that I couldent trust you after some of the
positions you put me in, but I NEVER expected you to know that something like that was happening to
a child AND DO NOTHING ABOUT IT!"
Dumbledore stared at Snape over his clasped fingers. "Are you trying to say something?"
"yes, " Harry answered for both of them, "We are trying to say that you will see us on the battlefield...We
WILL be waering black, not gold. We are your pawns no longer."
After giving the Headmaster a disdainfull sniff, Snape turned and stalked out of the room, closely
followed by a young teenager with suprising feline grace.

Once they were on their way back to the infirmary, Harry spoke up. "Thank You."
Snape, taken aback, looked at the raven-haired youth in shock. "Y-your Welcome."
They continued walking in silence for a few more moments untill Harry froze and whimpered.
"P-Professer?"
Snape looked at the boy with exasperation, "Yes?" Then he noticed that Harry was looking BEHIND him.
Truning quickley he saw what Harry was staring at.
Ronald Weasly stood at the doors of the infirmary, a sickly grin on his face.
"Well, if it isnt the boy who killed my family. How was your summer Harry?"
Harry began to tremble uncontrollably, his pale body betraying his despair and terror.
Withought pausing, Ron pulled out his want and hissed two words.
"Avada Kedavra."


(((I thought about leaving it there, but I thought that you would all die of anxiety, so I continued.)))

Snape let out a starled gasp and turned in time to see Harry hold his left hand above his head, he said one word:
"Ferveur!"
Instantly he was sorrounded by a dome of emerald green flames.
As the spell hit the dome, it reversed and headed for Ron, just as the door to the Great Hall opened.
The entire Hall witnessed the dead of one Ronald Weasly.

"NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!" Hermione Granger ran from her seet to kneel at her beloveds body, Snape turned in time to see Harry
collapse on the floor.
Wasting no time, he ran over and scooped up the unconscience youth and ran into the infirmary.
Taking a handfull of floo powder he threw it into the flames and shouted a destination.
"Malfoy Manor!" In a swirl of flames, the two of them dissapeared amid chaos.


Mwa hya ha ha ha ha ha! I LOVE torturing Harry...But this fic will have a happy ending. I think it will only be around ten chapters though....Well,
more next time!
All My Love.
Aeolua *^.^*