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Disclaimer: I don�t even own a car. Any characters or fictional locations
previously mentioned in a Harry Potter book or accessory belong to (her
majesty) J.K. Rowling. Everything else
belongs to reality or myself.

Summary: HP/OC, HP/SS, OC/(Mystery CC). Accused of a horrid crime, Harry must go
into hiding, with Snape being his only lifeline.

Warning: SLASH (i.e. Male/Male relationships -
don�t like, don�t read)

Rated: NC-17 - Adult situations. Violence.

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by Maven Cree

Part I: Odds
and Things

Chapter One: The Death Of Harry Potter

The courtroom was ominously silent. The boy cast his eyes up at the coliseum
styled viewing gallery. Hurt, angry,
hateful eyes glared back at him.

�Have you anything to say before your sentence is
carried out?� The Magistrate said,
drawing his attention to the man in front of him.

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.

�Very well.
Minister�� The Magistrate stood to the side and nodded to Cornelius
Fudge.

�Bring in the Dementor,� Fudge announced, his voice
echoing in the wide court.

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.

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.

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. Two vile, scaly hands descended from its dark sleeves. The hands rose and with horrid slowness,
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.

The prisoner began to shake his head.

�N�no�� He began weakly. �No>�No p�please� I�m nnot--�

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He dropped to his knees as the Dementor approached
him. The ability to speak seemed to
have left him and he mouthed silently against the nightmare the creature was
creating in his mind.

The Azkaban guard reached down and pulled its
victim up with one hand and positioned the boy�s head with the other.

As it lowered its gaping, sucking mouth, many in
the gallery turned away.

The boy was ly cly capable of thought as the
creature�s face closed over his.

His body shuddered violently as his soul was torn
from him.

It only took a minute, before the Dementor dropped
the empty shell back onto the stone courtroom floor.

The creature re-set its hood and left the courtroom
and its gallery of observers to their stunned silence.

Harry Potter was no more.

*~*~*~*~*

He hurt.

Everywhere.

Every hair, every follicle, every unfortunate bit
of skin.

He wanted nothing more than to sink back into the
nothingness from which he had just been delivered.

�Wake up, Mr. Potter.�

Huh�? He�d
know that voice anywhere. But what was
Snape doing in his dormitory?

�Potter.�

Or maybe he was in the hospital wing because he
hurt so much. He really couldn�t
remember what he�d done to cause himself so much discomfort.

�POTTER!!!�

�WHAT?!
--ow!� The throb in his head
told him that yelling was definitely not a good idea.

�We have very little time, Potter.yes"> Very dark.y ony one dim lamp in the corner lit the room and it
was so low that the flame was almost completely blue. Harry drew his eyes from the lamp to the shadow looming near to
him.

�Professor Snape?
Where��

�You are safe.
That is all you need know of your whereabouts for the moment. Sit up and drink this.�

The seventh-year Gryffindor painfully pushed
himself up and looked wearily at the dull cup being handed to him.

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�I would hardly go through the trouble of ng
ng
your pathetic life just to poison you at my convenience.�

Save my life?
Harry thought. When did he�
What�s going on?

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. The potion had a cool, orange-like taste to
it. Harry�s aches immediately began to
vanish.

�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.

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.

�What�?
Where are we, Professor? What�s
happened?�

�You�re dead, Mr. Potter.�

Harry�s eyes widened slightly, but he wasn�t sure
he�d heard correctly. �I--I�m what?�

�Dead,� he said, waving his hand dismissively. �Tell, me.
What is the last thing you remember?�

Dead? What
was he on about? He wasn�t dead. Not that he�d had any frame of reference,
but Death didn�t hurt like he�d been hurting.
At least he�d assumed it didn�t�

�Potter, I was in no means joking when I said that
we have precious little time. Tell me
what it is you remember.�

Snape spoke in that soft, yet threatening voice
that send horrid chills down Gryffindor necks during class time. It wasn�t one to be ignored.

�I�I remember�� Harry closed his eyes. �School� No! Hogsmeade! It was the
last Hogsmeade weekend. Ron, Hermione
and I�oh�� Harry gripped his head.

�Go on,� Snape prompted.

�We got� We got separated� I��

Harry abruptly stopped talking. His eyes grew impossibly wide. �Voldemort�� he whispered. �I was with Voldemort! But how� I don�t� Uhh!� He gripped his head
with both hands. �It�s all so fuzzy� I
can�t really remember everything��

�A side effect of being magically kept unconscious
for such a long period. Most of your
memory should return to you in time.�

Harry merely blinked at the teacher.

�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.�

�Dumbledore is dead?!�

�According to the rest of the world, yes. But a select few know that he still lives�
somewhat.�

�Somewhat?�

�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.�

�He�s in a co-- Wait! I was convicted?!�

�And given the Dementor�s Kiss. I was wondering when that would hit
you. You Gryffindors aren�t very quick.

�Would you just tell me what the hell is going
on!�

Snape�s eyes narrowed dangerously.

�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.�

�And I know I didn�t try to kill Professor
Dumbledore. I couldn�t have!�

�May I continue?�

Harry nodded.

�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.

�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.

�But--�

�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.�

�Are they--�

�You cursed several more students and faculty
during your escape attempt, including your precious Professor Lupin.�

�Wuh��

�You were finally apprehended by two Aurors at the
edge of the forbidden forest.�

Harry sat in stunned silence. Snape continued.

�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.�

Harry thought he was going to be sick. He didn�t remember doing any of this.

�The trial, if you could call it that was
swift. You denied nothing. You basically claimed that you had seen the
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. When it was determined that you were not
acting under any magic, duress or coercion, you were found guilty. This morning, your sentence was carried out
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.�

��..I�m�..I�m going to--�

Snape calmly pointed to the door at his right. Harry stumbled from the bed, pushed his way
into the washroom and emptied the contents of his stomach (which was mostly
bile) into the toilet.

It was several minutes before he felt able to
return to the other room. He collapsed,
quite ungracefully, face first onto the bed.

�If you are done with the theatrics��

�Aw eh o gay?�

�English would be preferable, Mr. Potter.�

Harry lifted his face from the sheets.

�Are they okay?�
He repeated. �Ron and Hermione,
Pssorssor Lupin and the others?�

�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.�

�They� hate me��

�Would you expect anything less, given their
experience?�

Harry let his eyes drop. He sat back up. �You said
the majority.�

font-family:"Book Antiqua"'>�Lupin remains in a coma. He had the unfortunate luck to be standing at the top of the
fourth floor staircase when you cursed him.�

Harry swallowed and tried to keep the bile from
rising up again.

�Now perhaps you would care to hear what actually
happened?�

Harry nodded dumbly.

�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. And with Dumbledore� gone, my own freedom is
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.�

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.�

�Behaved?�

�How did you know?� Harry asked again, ignoring the
comment.

Snape looked rueful.

�You�re your pars sos son.�

�But--�

�We have wasted enough time, Potter. Do shut up.�

Harry clamped his mouth shut. That question could wait for another time.

Satisfied he would not be interrupted again, the
Professor continued.

�After you were found guilty and taken to Azkaban
to await sentencing, I was summoned to the Dark Lord�s service.�

Harry was aware for several years of the Potion Master�s
role as covert operative within Voldemort�s ranks.

�He had an important mission for me. A delivery of sorts. Much was my surprise when he led me to a
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. Mr. DuBell was� new and had never been
marked, nor seen by any other of us, save for the one who recruited him. Voldemort kept him in special standing
because he bore an uncanny resemblance to a certain �Boy-Who-Lived�, whom our
dear Lord despised.�

�He looked like me?�

�Of course that wasn�t enough. The Dark Lord needed him to pass for you
without question.�

�Polyjuice.�

�A temporary solution. After DuBell was taken into custody, he was waited out and
carefully observed in order to rule out that very possibility. No, Voldemort needed something that time and
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�?�

Harry�s eyes widened.

�Quite impressive really. 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. Voldemort persuaded him to work on
this special project and then compensated him accordingly.�

Harry didn�t need any further elaboration on that
point. He knew that the doctor was
dead.

*~*~*~*~*

Snape appraised the young man momentarily. He appeared to be taking everything rather
well, if you excluded the initial vomiting incident. 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.

�So you kidnapped me from Voldemort.�

Snape snorted.
�Hardly.�

�Then why--�

�If you�ll allow me to finish?�

Harry bit down on his lip. His forehead grew red with contained rage.

Good, Snape thought. With anger comes fortification and the boy would need that in the
coming days� and months.

�It may not come as a surprise to you that
Voldemort possesses a rather sadistic way of thinking. He wanted you dead, yes. But he wanted more than that. Through framing you, he brought shame to you
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?�

Harry gaped at this but said nothing.

�Hence came my role in this little drama. It was arranged that I, as your teacher was
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.�

�He wanted him dead too?�

�No loose ends, Mr. Potter. I�m certain the only reason I still
live is that Voldemort requires a spy inside of Hogwarts. Plus, I daresay Voldemort would hardly want
a visual reminder of his greatest pain in the arse working right under him.�

�So what happened?�

�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.�

�And he agreed?!� Potter gasped
incredulously.

�I told him that he could die for the glory
of our Lord� or that he could die at the hand of our Lord. Given the option��

��Yeah��

�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.�

�But wouldn�t Voldemort have wanted evidence?�

Snape smiled inwardly. Perhaps there was hope for the boy yet.

�Indeed.
And I provided him with said proof.
This is where the Polyjuice Potion comes in.�

�But that�s temporary. Even in death.�

�Unless said person was disposed of using the
Killing Curse.�

��You�You��

�Very articulate Mr. Potter.�

�Who did you kill?�

�A monster disguised as a Muggle disguised as
you. A Muggle murderer who took delight
in the sadistic torture and killing of small children. One who continually slipped through the
Muggle justice system.�

Harry narrowis eis eyes.

�And you discovered this and set it all up in the
space of a day,� he asked suspiciously.

�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.�

The suspicion in the boy�s eyes lessened, but did
not leave completely.

�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. Swear it on your mother�s grave.�

Harry looked at the wooden floor.

�Swear it!�

�I swear,� Harry responded in a small voice. �On my mother�s grave. I�ll do as you say.�

�Good,� Snape said curtly. He stood.
�I have stayed too long as it is,� he murmured.

�So what happens now? Where am I going to?�

�You will remain here in this room. There is food in that cupboard there, enough
for several days. Use the fire to warm
it. You will remain as quiet as
possible. No magic. You no longer have your wand, but wandless
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.�

�Am I supposed to spend the rest of my life here?�

�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.�

Snape moved to the other door and opened it.

�Professor?�

He stopped, his back to the room. In his peripheral, he could see that
Potter�s back was still to him, his head low in self-pity.

�Thank you.�

��You�re not through this yet, Potter,� Severus
said, and then left, locking the door behind him.

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