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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Disclaimer: I don’t even own a car.
previously mentioned in a Harry Potter book or accessory belong to (her
majesty) J.K. Rowling. Everything else
belongs to reality or myself.
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Summary: HP/OC, HP/SS, OC/(Mystery CC).
into hiding, with Snape being his only lifeline.
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Warning: SLASH (i.e. Male/Male relationships -
don’t like, don’t read)
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Rated: NC-17 - Adult situations. Violence.
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Hidden
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>by Maven Cree
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Part I: Odds
and Things
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Chapter One: The Death Of Harry Potter
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>The courtroom was ominously silent.
styled viewing gallery. Hurt, angry,
hateful eyes glared back at him.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Have you anything to say before your sentence is
carried out?” The Magistrate said,
drawing his attention to the man in front of him.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders;
squared them as much as he was able to.
Heavy magical chains attached to his wrists kept him secured to the
floor he stood on. He stuck his chin
out defiantly.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Very well.
Minister…” The Magistrate stood to the side and nodded to Cornelius
Fudge.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Bring in the Dementor,” Fudge announced, his voice
echoing in the wide court.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Two large, heavy oak doors opened and the torches
on the walls flickered. A few dimmed,
but most went out completely. The
courtroom became unearthly cold and every witch and wizard present hugged
themselves in a futile effort to keep that feeling out of their bones.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>A large, dark, hooded figure corrupted the light of
the doorway. It seemed to glide into
the room, displaying an elegance it had no right to possess.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>It approached the condemned prisoner and for the
first time since his sentence had been announced, the boy began to
tremble. He tried to take a step back,
but the chains held him fast. The
Dementor stopped less than a metre from its victim.yes\"> Two vile, scaly hands descended from its dark sleeves.
pulled back the low-slung hood. Gasps
and shrieks of terror flooded the courtroom.
It was the first time a Dementor had ever removed its hood in
public. Those who saw it’s gaping mouth
usually never saw anything else again.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>The prisoner began to shake his head.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“N—no…” He began weakly.yes\"> “No>“No p—please… I’m nnot--”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>He dropped to his knees as the Dementor approached font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>The Azkaban guard reached down and pulled its font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>As it lowered its gaping, sucking mouth, many in font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>The boy was ly cly capable of thought as the font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>His body shuddered violently as his soul was torn font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>It only took a minute, before the Dementor dropped font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>The creature re-set its hood and left the courtroom font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry Potter was no more. font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>*~*~*~*~* font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>He hurt. font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Everywhere. font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Every hair, every follicle, every unfortunate bit font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>He wanted nothing more than to sink back into the font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Wake up, Mr. Potter.” font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Huh…? He’d font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Potter.” font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Or maybe he was in the hospital wing because he font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“POTTER!!!” font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“WHAT?! font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“We have very little time, Potter. font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry opened his eyes slowly.
him. The ability to speak seemed to
have left him and he mouthed silently against the nightmare the creature was
creating in his mind.
victim up with one hand and positioned the boy’s head with the other.
the gallery turned away.
creature’s face closed over his.
from him.
the empty shell back onto the stone courtroom floor.
and its gallery of observers to their stunned silence.
of skin.
nothingness from which he had just been delivered.
know that voice anywhere. But what was
Snape doing in his dormitory?
hurt so much. He really couldn’t
remember what he’d done to cause himself so much discomfort.
--ow!” The throb in his head
told him that yelling was definitely not a good idea.
was so low that the flame was almost completely blue.yes\"> Harry drew his eyes from the lamp to the shadow looming near to
him.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Professor Snape?
Where…”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“You are safe.
That is all you need know of your whereabouts for the moment.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>The seventh-year Gryffindor painfully pushed
himself up and looked wearily at the dull cup being handed to him.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'> endiendif]>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“I would hardly go through the trouble of ng
ng
your pathetic life just to poison you at my convenience.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Save my life?
Harry thought. When did he…
What’s going on?
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>The Potions master pushed the cup closer to the boy
and Harry took it. After a final
pre-emptive grimace he downed the potion.
The grimace, as it turned out, was not really necessary.
it. Harry’s aches immediately began to
vanish.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Thank you,” he said quietly, handing the cup back
to his professor. Snape nodded slightly
and placed the cup on desk. He sat down
in the chair at the foot of Harry’s bed.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Now that his head had cleared, Harry was able to
take in more of his surroundings. He
was in a small room; an attic room he guessed from the slant of the
ceiling. The room was fully wood and
very old by the smell of it. There were
two doors, a desk and a tiny cabinet.
There was the low springy bed he was sitting in and Professor Snape was
in the only chair… watching him intently.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“What…?
Where are we, Professor? What’s
happened?”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“You’re dead, Mr. Potter.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry’s eyes widened slightly, but he wasn’t sure
he’d heard correctly. “I--I’m what?”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Dead,” he said, waving his hand dismissively.
What is the last thing you remember?”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Dead? What
was he on about? He wasn’t dead.
but Death didn’t hurt like he’d been hurting.
At least he’d assumed it didn’t…
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Potter, I was in no means joking when I said that
we have precious little time. Tell me
what it is you remember.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Snape spoke in that soft, yet threatening voice
that send horrid chills down Gryffindor necks during class time.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“I—I remember…” Harry closed his eyes.
last Hogsmeade weekend. Ron, Hermione
and I…oh…” Harry gripped his head.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Go on,” Snape prompted.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“We got… We got separated… I—”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry abruptly stopped talking.
with both hands. “It’s all so fuzzy… I
can’t really remember everything…”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“A side effect of being magically kept unconscious
for such a long period. Most of your
memory should return to you in time.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry merely blinked at the teacher.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“As for what you have missed,” he continued,
“Professor Dumbledore was assassinated, you were tried and convicted for the
crime and administered the Dementor’s Kiss.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Dumbledore is dead?!”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“According to the rest of the world, yes.
somewhat.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Somewhat?”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“The Killing Curse which hit him, did not have
enough power behind it. He lives, but
is unconscious. And not likely ever to
wake up.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“He’s in a co-- Wait!
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“And given the Dementor’s Kiss.
you. You Gryffindors aren’t very quick.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Would you just tell me what the hell is going
on!”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Snape’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Given current circumstances, I shall let your
impertinence slide… this time.” He
re-settled himself. “As even you have
no doubt surmised, you have not fallen victim to a Dementor.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“And I know I didn’t try to kill Professor
Dumbledore. I couldn’t have!”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“May I continue?”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry nodded.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“I am telling you this only because when things are
kept from you, you have an annoying habit of trying to dig said information. An
action, which could get us both Kissed or killed in this instance, so listen
carefully.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Three weeks ago, you were found in Professor
Dumbledore’s office, standing over his apparently dead body, your wand
vibrating from the release of a powerful curse.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“But--”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“You then proceeded to Curse Miss Granger, Mr.
Weasley and Professor McGonagall with the Cruciatus, as they were the
ones who happened upon you after the apparent murder.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Are they--”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“You cursed several more students and faculty
during your escape attempt, including your precious Professor Lupin.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Wuh—”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“You were finally apprehended by two Aurors at the
edge of the forbidden forest.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry sat in stunned silence.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Before the Aurors disapparated with you, I and
several others heard you shout, and I quote: “I was sick and tried of being
manipulated by that old bastard.
Voldemort will give me what I want.” And then you were gone.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry thought he was going to be sick.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“The trial, if you could call it that was
swift. You denied nothing.
so-called light, and its name was Voldemort.
Of course, several charms and potions were administered to you in order
to ensure that you were in fact acting of your own volition.
acting under any magic, duress or coercion, you were found guilty.
in front of an overly packed courtroom.
You were Kissed by the Dementor, but, as it happens sometimes, your body
could not take the stress. You had a
heart attack and died.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“……..I’m…..I’m going to--”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Snape calmly pointed to the door at his right.
into the washroom and emptied the contents of his stomach (which was mostly
bile) into the toilet.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>It was several minutes before he felt able to
return to the other room. He collapsed,
quite ungracefully, face first onto the bed.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“If you are done with the theatrics…”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Aw eh o gay?”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“English would be preferable, Mr. Potter.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry lifted his face from the sheets.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Are they okay?”
He repeated. “Ron and Hermione,
Pssorssor Lupin and the others?”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“For the majority, their curses were ended shortly
and there are not lasting physical effects.
They have their minds,” he said, anticipating Harry’s next
question. “They also have a healthy
hate for you.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“They… hate me…”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Would you expect anything less, given their
experience?”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry let his eyes drop.yes\"> He sat back up. “You said
the majority.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"![if![if !supportEmptyParas]>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Lupin remains in a coma.yes\"> He had the unfortunate luck to be standing at the top of the
fourth floor staircase when you cursed him.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry swallowed and tried to keep the bile from
rising up again.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Now perhaps you would care to hear what actually
happened?”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry nodded dumbly.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“I did not know the full truth myself until just
after the verdict. I knew that you were
innocent, but my… reputation has left my opinions rather suspect.
hanging on by a thread. It is by
Dumbledore’s word alone that I am not currently residing in Azkaban
fortress. So you can understand that I
will be extremely vexed if you mess this up.
Your life is not the only one at stake here.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry nodded again, this time his eyes showing that
he understood the weight of the situation.
“How-- How did you know I was innocent?
I mean, you’ve always behaved as though you hated me.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Behaved?”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“How did you know?” Harry asked again, ignoring the
comment.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Snape looked rueful.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“You’re your pars sos son.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“But--”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“We have wasted enough time, Potter.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry clamped his mouth shut.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Satisfied he would not be interrupted again, the
Professor continued.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“After you were found guilty and taken to Azkaban
to await sentencing, I was summoned to the Dark Lord’s service.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry was aware for several years of the Potion Master’s
role as covert operative within Voldemort’s ranks.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“He had an important mission for me.
cell with you in it. You were
barely conscious, and incoherent. The
Death Eaters had apparently been using you to brush up on their
Cruciatus skills. Voldemort informed me that the person awaiting sentencing in
Azkaban was a Death Eater by the name of Iliad DuBell.
marked, nor seen by any other of us, save for the one who recruited him.
because he bore an uncanny resemblance to a certain “Boy-Who-Lived”, whom our
dear Lord despised.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“He looked like me?”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Of course that wasn’t enough.
without question.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Polyjuice.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“A temporary solution.yes\"> After DuBell was taken into custody, he was waited out and
carefully observed in order to rule out that very possibility.
cancelling charms could not affect. Who
would ever have suspected the Dark Lord of resorting to Muggle methods to
further his cause? Have you heard of
something the Muggles call ‘Plastic Surgery’?”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry’s eyes widened.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Quite impressive really.yes\"> The Muggles can make themselves look like anyone else and without
magic. Unfortunately, the Muggle world
is now bereft of its greatest proclaimed plastic surgeon.
this special project and then compensated him accordingly.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry didn’t need any further elaboration on that
point. He knew that the doctor was
dead.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>*~*~*~*~*
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Snape appraised the young man momentarily.
well, if you excluded the initial vomiting incident.yes\"> He knew that eventually, the full intensity of the situation
would hit him, so Snape felt it would be best to tell him everything at
once. He would have time to process it
later.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“So you kidnapped me from Voldemort.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Snape snorted.
“Hardly.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Then why--”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“If you’ll allow me to finish?”
fo
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry bit down on his lip.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Good, Snape thought.yes\"> With anger comes fortification and the boy would need that in the
coming days… and months.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“It may not come as a surprise to you that
Voldemort possesses a rather sadistic way of thinking.
and your family line. And even that
was not enough. What better vengeance
than to have you destroyed by the very people you were trying to protect?”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry gaped at this but said nothing.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Hence came my role in this little drama.
to visit you in Azkaban after the verdict.
I would not be alone, however.
You, the real you, was with me, unconscious and levitated under
an indivisibility cloak. I was to make
the switch, leave you to your fate at the Ministry and deliver Mr. DuBell to a
noble Death Eater’s Demise.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“He wanted him dead too?”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“No loose ends, Mr. Potter.
live is that Voldemort requires a spy inside of Hogwarts.
a visual reminder of his greatest pain in the arse working right under him.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“So what happened?”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“A change in plans that only I know aboupan
pan
style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Upon my visit, I informed DuBell that
Voldemort had changed his plans.
That he was to continue playing the part of Harry Potter and accept the
given sentence, even if it meant his death.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“And he agreed?!” Potter gasped
incredulously.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“I told him that he could die for the glory
of our Lord… or that he could die at the hand of our Lord.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“…Yeah…”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“I floated your body back out of Azkaban and
disapparated, with the pretence, to any other Death Eater eyes that might be
observing, of going to kill DuBell… and dispose of the body.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“But wouldn’t Voldemort have wanted evidence?”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Snape smiled inwardly.yes\"> Perhaps there was hope for the boy yet.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Indeed.
And I provided him with said proof.
This is where the Polyjuice Potion comes in.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“But that’s temporary.yes\"> Even in death.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Unless said person was disposed of using the
Killing Curse.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“…You…You…”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Very articulate Mr. Potter.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Who did you kill?”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“A monster disguised as a Muggle disguised as
you. A Muggle murderer who took delight
in the sadistic torture and killing of small children.
Muggle justice system.”
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry narrowis eis eyes.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“And you discovered this and set it all up in the
space of a day,” he asked suspiciously.
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>
font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“I make it a point to always be prepared… such as a
small cache of Polyjuice at the ready.
And I always have in mind three or four Muggles of said calibre should
the need for a corps ever arise.”
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>The suspicion in the boy’s eyes lessened, but did
not leave completely.
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“And now that you know the full story Mr. Potter, I
would ask… no, I demand your word that you will not go digging for further
information. That, as I am the sole
reason you still draw breath, you will obey my every word and generally not do
anything that will likely get the both of us killed.yes\"> Swear it on your mother’s grave.”
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Harry looked at the wooden floor.
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Swear it!”
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“I swear,” Harry responded in a small voice.
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Good,” Snape said curtly.
“I have stayed too long as it is,” he murmured.
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“So what happens now?yes\"> Where am I going to?”
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“You will remain here in this room.
for several days. Use the fire to warm
it. You will remain as quiet as
possible. No magic.
spells are just as detectable. Harry
Potter is dead to the world. Think of a
new name. One without connection to
your former life. I will return when I
can, hopefully before a week has passed.”
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Am I supposed to spend the rest of my life here?”
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“While the thought of keeping you prisoner here or
altering your appearance so that you may work as my servant had occurred to me,
the answer is no. I have arrangements
to make. For now, do as I’ve said.”
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>Snape moved to the other door and opened it.
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Professor?”
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>He stopped, his back to the room.
Potter’s back was still to him, his head low in self-pity.
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“Thank you.”
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>“…You’re not through this yet, Potter,” Severus
said, and then left, locking the door behind him.
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font-family:\"Book Antiqua\"\'>To be continued.
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