Dancing in the Dark

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“You did not think that a pureblood like Severus Snape would ever betray the dark lord for a little slut like yourself?”


Snape's obsidian eyes were cold as ice as he motioned for Harry to get up.


“Move Potter!”


Scrambling out of bed Harry searched for his pyjama top but was roughly pushed to the door by the cruel touch of his potion master. Just barely regaining his balance Harry stumbled out of the bedroom and found the monster that Tom Riddle had become resting on the arm chair where just a couple of hours Snape had made him cum.


His eyes were nothing but scarlet slits and his nostrils flared when he took in Harry where he had been pushed down onto the floor by Bellatrix. His chin made contact with the stone floor and for a second Harry thought he might lose his consciousness.


A cackle could be heard from Voldemort who seemed to be amused.


“Ah Harry Potter, this time right where he belongs. I have to admit I was unsure if my clever alchemist would stick to the plan but Severus, you have proved to be one of my most loyal followers.”


When Harry's eyes flashed to the potion master he was sick to find an amused expression there as well.


“Nothing in this world would break my loyalty to my Dark Lord, especially not a little slut as this halfblood.” His foot made contact with Harry's side sending a biting pain through his ribs. “But it was amusing to see how easy it was to break him.”


“Indeed my dear potion master, it was. You were convincing enough.” Standing up he straightened his frame and looked around himself. “I must admit I did not miss this place much but in the coming years of my reign over the wizarding world this will be the perfect place to shape little purebloods into powerful wizards who do not betray their bloodlines.”


Bellatrix giggled from the far wall. “Not like little Draco who turned his proud heritage in for whatever he thought he would get from Dumbledore.”


The door was opened and the tall frame of Lucius Malfoy dragged his son into the room throwing him in front of the dark lord with disgust written all over his face.


“We found him,” he said bowing his head.


Red eyes took in the bloodied form of the blond Slytherin and then turned back to Harry.


“Now Harry before you die you have one last purpose to fulfil- you will give me my strength and my body back, just as you have done in that graveyard not so long ago.”


He pointed to the door. “Severus, make sure Potter arrives in the great hall for our ceremony. The others, I want you to search the school to find that old fool Dumbledore. He must be here and I want to kill him when I have my strength back.”


Several death eaters left the room and Harry was hoisted into the air. Stumbling out of the door into the corridor he tried desperately to find a trace of the man he thought he knew in Snape's face but all it showed was casual indifference.


“What did you expect Potter? That I was in love with you? You are the most reviling excuse for a wizard I have had the misfortune to teach.”


Bellatrix snickered.


Desperately blinking his tears away Harry made his way up the stairs tripping over his feet several times. Snape just hoisted him back to his feet each time. Finally they reached the great hall and Harry found it filled with students who were guarded by Death Eaters. Some of the teachers lay motionless on the ground and Harry hoped they were not dead. However there was no sight of Albus Dumbledore in the hall.


In the middle of the room Harry was kicked in his side again and so he slumped to the ground.


“You bastard, I knew you were a traitor!” Ron yelled from his place on the ground his face twisted in anger.


“Crucio!” Snape pointed his wand at Ron and to his horror Harry saw his friend twisting in agony until Snape lowered the wand in obvious disgust. Turning back to Harry for one second he met Harry's gaze but it was impossible to read any emotions.


“Severus, bring Potter to me!” Voldemort sat from the head table were he had sat down.


Once again Harry was dragged into the air, carried over and dropped like garbage onto the table. The back of his head connected with the wood and he saw fireworks exploding in front of his eyes.


“Is it not an irony of our history Potter that you will give me back what you took so many years ago?” Voldemort padded his snake Nagini as he contemplated that. “Did you know that all these years ago while pretending to be loyal to that fool Dumbledore Severus was secretly developing and brewing a potion that will transfer all your magical power and physical strength to me?”


Looking up Harry cast a look filled with hate and loathing at him.


“That fool Dumbledore is not here, is he Riddle? That fool was able to escape, so I reckon Snape's façade was not good enough.”


“You filthy little bastard,” Bellatrix screeched and pointed her wand at Harry. “How dare you talk our Dark Lord that way? I will give you a dose of my favourite curse.”


“Stop it,” Snape snarled. “His strength will be transferred to Lord Voldemort in a few moments. You would only weaken him if you cast a curse on little Potter baby now!”


“Your service to me will be rewarded my dear potion master. Now bring me the potion so that we can start to give me back my full strength!”


Walking over Snape took a vial filled with a sky blue potion out of his robes and handed it to the monster that was Voldemort.


“Here my Lord. Please remember that it might weaken you first until you have gained enough strength.”


Stepping back his obsidian eyes took in Harry. Cruelly he turned him around, gripped his chin and put another vial against his trembling lips.


“Oh Potter, it will hurt but feel free to scream,” he spat into his face. “Whenever you are ready my Lord.”


Putting the vial to his lips, Voldemort opened them and downed the content in one go. The vial was pressed into Harry's mouth as well and even so he tried to resist he was forced to drink the vile potion. Letting go of him Snape instantly walked over to the figure of Voldemort who was changing back to his human form. The deep red eyes turned grey and the slits of his nose were changing to a human form again.


“Do you feel the effect my dark Lord,” Snape asked.


Cackling loudly Tom Riddle turned to him. “I do my alchemist.”


Walking back to Harry Snape bend over his face with his back to the head table, his cool breath caressing Harry's heated face.


“Harry, you need to cast the killing curse as soon as you can. And now scream as if you are in pain.”

One second Harry considered to not obey but then he remembered the loving touch of his lover. Closing his eyes he started to yell and howl as if in pain and to his horror he saw his own body transform to the monster that Voldemort had been. But he did not feel any effect as if-


It was a glamour. And an excellent one at that. Flashing Riddle another short gaze he saw the way he stood surrounded by his followers.


“My Lord, if you want to see Potter die, you must come over now,” Snape said with a thin smile.


Stepping next to the head table his handsome face stared down into Harry's scarlet eyes a cynical grin on his features.


“I have to admit I was ugly as hell. Say goodbye to your pitiful existence Harry Potter.”


Harry felt his wand that was pressed into his hand and with the reflexes of a seeker he pointed it squarely into Riddle's face.


“No, say goodbye to your own, Riddle,” he whispered and then felt a surge of powerful magic through his body filling him with enough hate and spite to cast the killing curse.


“Avada kedavra!”


Green light shot from the tip of Harry's wand into the figure of Tom Riddle, slammed him into wall and in the dead silent hall the sound of his neck breaking could be heard. Quickly sitting up Harry heard the doors to the great hall crash open and Dumbledore strode inside casting several curses left and right.


Order members apparated inside as Dumbledore obviously had lifted the wards around the castle and started to round up the remaining Death Eaters. But those seemed to be in horrible pain as all of them were clutching their arm.


They are dying.


Spinning around Harry searched the room for Snape and finally he saw him on the floor, his bloodless lips moving in silence. Running over Harry sank down next to his frame and brushed the black hair from his face.


“Severus!” Panic had crept into his voice by the sight of bloody tears running down his hollow cheeks.

“Harry, I.. I am....sorry,” he whispered his eyes alight with so many emotions.


“Stay with me,” Harry begged with tears streaming down his face. “I love you.”

AN: Hm, I wonder if some of you saw that coming? Leave me a review and hope and pray that dear Severus survives. I am not 100 % sure myself but I am open for suggestions.