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The Way of the Patronus	By : QueenB Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 15104 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bellatrix delighted in the act of torture but was rather limited in its refinement. When she’d tired of the Cruciatus Curse, she had resorted to cruder methods. While Severus dangled in his chains, she had belabored his ribs with what felt like a poker, raked at him with her nails and given him a couple of swift kicks in the balls for good measure. They had all hurt, especially the latter. He’d almost lost consciousness from those low blows.
He still couldn’t see and that worried him. It made her blows unpredictable, heightening the terror behind the pain. However, he was a master at enduring torture, having suffered through some of Voldemort’s more inventive methods whenever his master had been displeased at his failure to carry out a mission. He had been able to elevate himself above it sufficiently so that it left no lasting impression. The rapid application of unguents and potions afterwards had seen to it that there was no scarring.
Thankfully the mad bitch had been too intent on her favorite pastime to strip him completely, contenting herself with merely opening up his shirt and yanking down his trousers. If she’d seen the bare skin of his forearm, it would have been all the excuse she needed to kill him on the spot.
“Bellatrix, does the Dark Lord know you’re attacking me?” he gritted. “Or are you simply giving in to your wretched paranoia again? Time in Azkaban truly has warped that miserable mind of yours. Not that you were ever very bright to begin with. I remember those pathetic N.E.W.T. scores of yours from school…”
“Quiet!” she shrieked. Magic from her wand lashed across Severus’s nipples, ripping a grunt of pain from behind his clenched teeth. He had not screamed at anything she’d thrown at him so far and he could tell that his restraint was enraging her.
“Bellatrix, I have sworn a Vow. How you expect me to fulfill it when I’m a mass of contusions and lacerations is beyond me,” he gasped when he got his breath back.
“You see, I don’t think you care about the Vow any longer, Severus. You spend more time with little Potty Wotty than you should and I’m wondering why.”
“Your spies are misinforming you as usual, Bellatrix. Crabbe and Goyle are as thick as blood pudding. You can’t believe anything those idiot boys have been passing to their fathers.”
Bellatrix laughed, a mad cackle that set Severus’s teeth on edge. “You’re right, Severus. I wouldn’t believe anything those fools say. But when Draco spies you and Harry having a private lesson by yourselves and hears from me that you haven’t been to the Death Eater meetings, he just knows you’re not the good little Slytherin you should be.”
“What are you talking about now, you crazed cow?” he snapped.
Her breath brushed his ear and he flinched. He hadn’t heard her move closer. “You think little Potty is the only one with an Invisibility Cloak? Sturgis Podmore lost his when he was captured by the Ministry last year and Cornelius Fudge graciously gave it Lucius when he asked. It does help to have friends in the Ministry. And of course Lucius decided to let his son borrow it from time to time. So guess whom my nephew saw coming out of the Room of Requirement last week?”
He had not forgotten about Invisibility Cloaks. He simply hadn’t taken the use of one into account. He should have remembered the case of the wretched Barty Crouch.
Bellatrix gripped his jaw with her fingers. “I see you understand, Severus. The Dark Lord will be here soon and I’m sure he’ll love to hear your explanation of why you’re sneaking around Hogwarts after hours with his worst enemy.”
Severus said nothing. Bellatrix was convinced of his guilt; nothing he said could dissuade her from her purpose now.
But the witch had miscalculated. Wanting to vent her spleen, she obviously had given herself time to torture Severus before calling her Lord to interrogate Severus personally.
The Dark Lord had yet to arrive. So Severus had time--time to think up a convincing lie, to shield his thoughts and concoct false memories.
He had fooled the Dark Lord before on many occasions. All that was needed now was to thrust the pain aside and think what he could do to deflect his erstwhile master’s terrifying wrath.
Severus?
Harry? Struggling to raise his mental shields against the brat’s intrusion, he was dismayed when the attempt proved useless.
Don’t shut me out. I’m here, Severus. I caught Draco and he spilled the beans about where you were. This place is under the Fidelius Charm. But I got through!
He sensed the triumph in that mental cry. Did you bring help at least? Tell me you’re not alone!
Hesitation. I couldn’t figure out Dumbledore’s new password and Hermione and Ron are in class so…
Rage and terror flooded him. IDIOT!!! Bellatrix Lestrange is here! Have you forgotten what she did to your godfather?
The chill that permeated his thoughts could have frozen a desert. No, I haven’t. And I know she captured you along with Macnair. I’m not completely stupid. I left instructions with Dobby. If I’m not back by a certain time, he’ll tell Dumbledore what’s going on. He’ll be sure to bring help.
And who or what is Dobby?
He’s a house-elf and good friend of mine. He has been ever since I freed him from the Malfoys.
Excellent. My fate is in the hands of a lone Quidditch Seeker and a besotted house-elf. I’m truly relieved. And I thought all I had to fear was the Dark Lord himself.
The weary sarcasm was unmistakable and so was the fear. Harry hastened to reassure him. You don’t know Dobby like I do. He’s very resourceful and loyal. If I tell him to get Dumbledore, he will.
That may be too late. The Dark Lord is on his way and he will likely bring his followers with him. Punishing traitors and failures has always demanded he have a captive audience.
Then I’m definitely staying.
Severus’s heart seized in his chest. No, Harry. I forbid it! You are not nearly strong enough to defeat him. Have you forgotten he can touch you now?
I may not be strong enough. But we are.
Harry? HARRY! Repeated mental outcries brought no answer. What the hell was the brat doing now?
A stinging slap across the face brought Severus back to his predicament and his tormentor. “What’s the matter, Severus? No snappy comeback? No retort or explanation? I really don’t appreciate being ignored.”
“Why? Surely you must be used to it by now after having languished in Azkaban for over 12 years. I’m certain neither Narcissa nor Lucius gave you a single thought while you were in there.”
She hissed and dragged her nails down the side of his face. Agony flared and he felt a talon come perilously close to one eye.
“You arrogant piece of…” She paused. The crooning delight in her voice when she spoke next made his heart contract again.
“Ooh, it looks like our guest of honor has arrived. I’m sure he’s brought company with him; he usually does for special occasions like this.”
She chanted “Relashio!” and his chains fell away. He dropped forward and was caught in a pair of muscular arms. Not hers then. Someone had been standing silently by while he was being tortured.
Was it Macnair? Or had she had another accomplice with her this whole time? It hardly mattered. They were on their way to meet the Dark Lord and, one witness or a dozen, he was going to die unless he gathered all his cunning about him. He only prayed that he could keep Harry from doing anything stupid.
He had a feeling that was a futile hope.
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It hadn’t been hard to find the broken-down warehouse he’d glimpsed in Draco’s mind. However, getting to it had proved a challenge.
It was impossible to Apparate to someplace you’d never been and his Invisibility Cloak wouldn’t cover himself and a broom. Besides, he’d never Apparated anywhere outside the school grounds and he was nervous about risking it on such an important mission. So he had flown as close as he dared without being seen by anyone to the edifice marked with the “Condemned” sign. Stowing away his Firebolt, Harry pulled the Invisibility Cloak over himself and marched to the abandoned warehouse.
The building was ramshackle in appearance but it wavered at the edges. He was certain much of its ruined look was a glamour meant to keep away Muggles. Sure enough, when he got closer, he saw steel doors, brightly polished and solid instead of the fallen and cracked wooden paneling with lopsided signs reading “Danger! Condemned Building!” they appeared to be.
It was genius for Bellatrix to pick a place like this, among Muggles. The whole place stank of Muggle effort, seediness, poverty and disappointed hopes. What wizard would ever come here?
Power was crackling through him. The closer he got to Severus, the harder it was to contain it. But it served him in good stead. The wards that had been erected behind the Muggle Repelling Charms did not keep him out. Instead, they slid over him like he was diving through water and he nearly laughed at the tickling sensation.
He could sense them now, various witches and wizards Apparating. As silently as he could, he followed a particularly burly one as he lumbered through the wards and marched up to the steel door.
“What’s Bella up to now, Nott? You got any idea? I don’t like showing up at these places during daylight hours. Couldn’t she have waited until nightfall?” the man grunted.
The other Death Eater turned his head; it was unnerving to see one of those blank metal masks instead of human faces. “This place is under a Repelling Charm and Muggles can’t see us once we’re inside the wards, Crabbe. You forget that? Added to that, she says no one ever comes near this shabby hole. Looks like she’s right.”
“She’d better be. I left an important meeting in the Ministry to come here now,” grunted Crabbe.
The Ministry had Crabbe’s father in office? Merlin, the place really was going to the dogs. Harry shrugged and dismissed further thought about it. He was following the two men as closely as he dared. He had to strain every nerve to keep quiet and not run into them if they stopped suddenly.
Nott leaned forward and hissed the password. “Voldemort’s creed: Toujours Pur.” The door swung open and both men entered, Harry close on their heels.
Crabbe continued to complain, his low voice a grunting drone. “I can’t believe she’s got anti-Apparition spells on this place. If we’re attacked here, we’ll be sitting ducks!”
“Not necessarily. She’s got brooms lined up against the walls. See?” another one pointed.
“That crazed… None of us are exactly in our youth, are we? Do you know how many years it’s been since I sat on a broom?” Crabbe chuntered.
“She’s gotten paranoid in her old age, our Bella. Years in Azkaban will do that to you,” Nott chuckled. “She figures if one of us turns traitor, he’ll be surrounded before he could fly away. And the anti-Apparition wards she’s got set up mean that none of the Ministry or that blasted Order of the Phoenix can Apparate in and they can’t get past the wards.”
“I suppose she’s got a point,” the other said grudgingly.
Harry’s heart sank. No one could Apparate in or Disapparate out and the Death Eaters had set up a password. Even if Ministry and Order officials came, they would be unable to get to him and Severus in time.
They trod on metal floors and stairways fenced in by deceptively spindly-looking balconies. More Death Eaters were joining them, walking down the stairs to what looked like a pit hollowed out in the floor.
The murmurs grew louder; there must have been at least 20 people here and Harry felt a tremor of fear. He had escaped from a gathering of Death Eaters before but he had had help and luck…and Cedric had died. Now it was just him, his uncertain new powers and an Invisibility Cloak. Severus was right; he was an idiot.
But he wasn’t alone this time. He had Severus on his side and, the closer he got to his bondmate, the stronger his powers felt. He took a silent breath and concentrated on enveloping his unseen lover with his strength and confidence.
Then he heard it: a sibilant, thin, high-pitched voice that belonged to no one else. “Bellatrix. I hope whatever you have to show me is worth taking me away from my other plans. I do not appreciate being summoned like a lowly servant.”
The dark-haired woman at the center of the pit bowed low. Harry was close enough to see her now as well as a shrunken bundle at her feet. With a spasm of anger, he recognized his lover, his clothes partially shredded with massive bruises on his chest and torso and deep dripping scratches down one side of his face.
“My Lord, I have long suspected Severus Snape of being a traitor. Last week I have learned from my nephew that he is seeing Harry Potter after hours. Today I have managed to capture him at last.”
Voldemort strode with a sliding pace that resembled no human gait Harry had ever seen. Nagini was coiled around his shoulders and rested there as easily as a scarf. She raised her head and began flicking out her tongue.
Harry crouched down farther behind Crabbe’s enormous bulk. Could the snake scent him? He was surrounded by lots of other people. Their smells might confuse her for a bit. But he couldn’t rely on that for long. Voldemort was a Parselmouth like himself; any minute she’d know Harry was there and she would alert her master.
Voldemort stopped near Severus and looked at him with mild curiosity. The Potions master might have been a strange kind of bug for all his concern. “Severus, I have to admit to some concerns of my own. You have not come to the meetings as others have. Indeed, when I searched for you within the link, I could find no trace of you as I do with my other faithful. Why is this?”
Without waiting for an answer, he whipped out his wand, a maneuver so swift Harry almost missed it. He hissed a spell and the cloth on Severus’s bare left arm began to evaporate like snow under a scorching sun.
The bare arm was exposed. For a moment, a deadly hush lay over the gathering. Then there were murmurs of disbelief and anger. Voldemort spoke and silence fell again like an iron shroud.
“So. As I suspected. No one living can remove my Mark, not even Dumbledore himself. Indeed, someone would have had to be aware of the Mark before even attempting to do so. Who among my followers would dare?” he hissed softly. His hood lifted and red eyes wandered over the group as if he were probing their minds.
Severus could sense the presence of the others, had heard their whispers before the Dark Lord had arrived. He was also aware of Harry drawing nearer with every breath. Sweet, dear, idiotic, insufferable boy. He had been trying desperately to call out with his mind, to warn his lover away.
If only he could see! The blackness was total and he hated it. He did not want his last sight on earth to be the Dark Lord pointing his wand at him and uttering the Killing Curse. But to die helpless, like a blind mole, was infinitely worse. Might he not have caught a glimpse of Harry’s green eyes before he perished if his eyesight were restored to him?
Then he felt it…a fey strumming along his nerves. Magical power throbbed within his flesh; the ferocious agony of his wounds was fading away and he held his breath, dreading that the others might see. His injuries were magically healing, even without Harry nearby to touch him. The spell clouding his vision was probed and then, with a contemptuous inner sniff, erased with a thought.
He kept his eyes unmoving and focused on what he could see within his limited range of vision. There were at least ten Death Eaters that he could make out from his crumpled position. Harry he couldn’t see at all; the brat must be under his Invisibility Cloak. He hoped the whelp had the sense to stay well hidden, no matter what happened next.
Bellatrix apparently had noticed nothing. She was eagerly relating how Severus had been spotted with Harry, how her resourceful, clever nephew had seen them together in an intimate tryst. The Dark Lord appeared to take no notice of her recital. He waved his hand at her and her speech stuttered to a stop.
“Enough. While this news is of some interest, it matters not. I have set Draco a task. He has not succeeded so far. And he knows the price if he fails.”
“I am certain with the traitor removed, he will succeed, my Lord,” Bellatrix gabbled.
“We shall see. In the meantime, this deserter from the ranks must be dealt with.” He raised his wand. “Who has removed your Mark, Severus?”
Severus! Link your powers with mine!
Harry? How…?
“I have asked you a question, traitor! Do not ignore me!” Voldemort spat.
There’s no time! Reach out with your magic!
A direct command and he sought to obey just as Voldemort cried, “Crucio!”
Pain struck but it was ruthlessly swept aside. A circle of eerie flame flared into life around Severus, causing both Bellatrix and Voldemort to stagger away from its warning burn. The other members began to shout, confused by the appearance of unfamiliar magic.
The deer Patronuses sprang into being, each one towering pillars of silver. The stag Patronus’s horns glittered with the combined fire of red and green. It lowered its prongs and prepared to charge.
See the Mark, Severus?
Yes, the Dark Mark. It loomed like a stain within his mind and the link it represented spun like a frosted web, connecting almost everyone in the room.
NOW!
The stag and doe splintered and sped along the link, lancing into Voldemort and all the assembled Death Eaters. The screams of over 20 stricken men and women filled the room. Then they began to drop like flies as the potent magic struck at the very heart of their lives.
The stillness that followed was unearthly, broken only by harsh gasps and an odd sibilant whisper. Severus’s wounds had been healed but the surge of his magic combined with Harry’s had left him as weak as the proverbial kitten. He lay on the hard floor, shallow breaths shuddering out of him, too limp to move.
Nagini alone had survived the mass attack. Her white body coiled over the unmoving form of her master while she hissed in apparent distress. She reared and hissed again, her head weaving through the air.
She was scenting his Harry. She couldn’t see him but to one with her senses that would matter little. “Accio Wand,” Severus whispered and his wand came streaking towards him from Bellatrix’s motionless body.
The sound and movement drew Nagini’s attention. Her head suddenly pointing like a hunting dog’s, she began slithering swiftly across the floor towards the prone professor.
“Avada Kedavra,” he gasped. Green fire shot from his wand, striking her squarely in her head. She keeled over and hit the floor with a very final thud, her eyes wide and unseeing, fangs only inches from Severus’s outstretched hand.
Blearily Severus saw Harry appear from under his Invisibility Cloak. Harry stepped over the unmoving figure of the nearest Death Eater and ran towards the barely breathing wizard. He fell to his knees near his bondmate, running his hands over the thin body. “Severus? Severus, please say something. You’re scaring me,” he whispered, a hint of tears under his voice as he scanned his lover’s body for any injuries he might have missed.
“Harry. What have you done?” Severus whispered.
“We’ve stopped them, Severus. We’ve stopped them all,” Harry breathed with a relieved smile.
“The magic…you made it focus on the Mark?”
“Yes. But you mustn’t talk now. We need to get you out of here.”
“You little…imbecile!” Severus hissed.
Harry rocked back on his heels, stunned by the fury he could see snapping in his lover’s eyes and feel along the bond. “W-what?”
Fueled by his rage, Severus grabbed Harry by the front of his robe, dragging the Gryffindor’s face down towards his. “Draco bore the Mark as well! He and several of his friends!”
“H-his friends? You’re saying Draco wasn’t the only kid he marked?” Harry looked shaken; evidently he hadn’t thought of this.
“The Dark Lord was creating an army, you halfwit. How better to mold the next generation of Death Eaters than by recruiting children? I was only a year older than Draco when he brought me into the ranks.”
“I didn’t know. How could I? I mean, I never saw…”
“Did you expect them to advertise the fact? If the magic focused on the Mark, then anyone bearing it, even those outside this room, may be dead as well!”
Guilt flooded the green eyes. “Severus, I’m sorry.”
“Spare me,” he replied. Suddenly too spent to continue, he released Harry and let his head drop back towards the cold floor. “You don’t know what you’ve done,” he whispered.
“I know about the Unbreakable Vow, Severus.”
The dark eyes blinked open, fastened on his. “You do?”
“I told you. I cornered Draco and he told me about it. He had to kill Dumbledore; Voldemort ordered him to.”
Severus blanched. This had been Draco’s task? He glared in hatred at the still body of his former master. “That vile bastard.”
“That’s what I thought. But I figure with Voldemort gone, Draco’s in the clear. So you don’t have to worry about the Vow any more. And if Draco is dead…” Harry swallowed and his expression firmed. “If he’s dead, then I’m sorry. But then the task won’t be your concern.”
Severus took deep breaths to calm himself. It was apparent Harry didn’t know everything. “Harry, the Vow involved more than Draco’s task.”
Those splendid eyes narrowed. “It did?”
“Narcissa made three components to the Vow. Besides completing his task if he should fail, I had to watch over Draco and protect him. If he’s died as a result of what we’ve done here, then I will die as well.”
Harry froze, his face going deathly white. “No. No, it can’t be. I-I didn’t see that! Draco didn’t tell me!”
“Did you give him time?”
Harry’s obvious horror deepened as the silence lengthened. Then a fierce hope planted himself on his face. “You’re not dead yet. Which means that Draco isn’t dead. Maybe no one else ‘cept those in this room died.”
It was possible. He’d never seen a spell like the one he and Harry had just cast so Severus didn’t know its parameters. But it was a slim hope. The power behind it had been very great. Even now it would have attracted the notice of wizarding authorities unless the wards had cloaked it sufficiently.
Harry scrubbed his hands over his face. The Gryffindor suddenly looked rather tired. “First things first, Severus. We still need to get you out of here.” Shorter than the Slytherin by at least a head, Harry staggered as he tried to get him on his feet.
Harry couldn’t help looking back down at the cloaked and hooded bodies littering the floor. None of them had moved since the casting of the spell. Severus was obviously all right, save for his weakness. Should he have left the man alone while checking for the wounded? It would have been the humane thing to do.
Still, if any of them had been alive, they might not have welcomed his help. In all likelihood, they would have thought Harry was trying to finish them off and they would have struck back. It was best to leave them where they lay and hope any help arriving could take care of them better than he could.
Harry didn’t kid himself. He recognized that part of his decision came from the fact that he simply didn’t give a shit. He had come here to save his bondmate first with little or no plan of what to do if he’d met a concerted force. If that meant stopping one Death Eater like Bellatrix Lestrange, or wiping out the whole lot of them at one go, it didn’t matter.
Let the authorities deal with them. Until an official hearing, he washed his hands of the matter.
The metal door swung open smoothly on its hinges and he squinted at the bright light outside. It seemed strange to see sunlight after the grim, gray scene they’d left behind them. They were almost to the wards when he saw a shadowy figure just beyond the magical barrier.
He whipped out his wand. It could be anyone, even a Death Eater come late to the meeting. With the sun in his eyes he wasn’t sure. Then…
“Harry?”
“Dumbledore?” Even now he didn’t relax. This could be someone using a disguise. “What is the power the Dark Lord knows not?” he demanded.
“Love,” Dumbledore responded calmly. “I’m glad to see you vigilant, Harry. Young Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger were quite worried when you didn’t show up for your Charms class. I thought the matter had to be a serious one for you to leave the safety and protection of the school.”
Something struck Harry just now, an obstacle he hadn’t considered in his hasty departure from Hogwarts. “How did you know how to get to this place? I thought people could only Apparate to someplace they’d been before,” Harry probed, thinking hard.
“This is near Severus’s home in Spinners End and I’ve been there before. Doubtless his captors thought no wizard would come to such a forsaken spot willingly and therefore it made a perfect hiding place from unwanted wizarding snoops.”
“Guess Bellatrix thought she was being clever,” Harry muttered, his mind whirling. He didn’t know Severus lived near here. Somehow he’d missed that while digging through Draco’s mind. Maybe the Malfoy ferret had known only this location; he hadn’t known its significance.
“Ah, so it was Bellatrix who captured you, Severus?” Dumbledore asked, worry immediately creasing his features. “When you went missing, I feared that she might be involved.”
“She was, Headmaster. Fortunately, she didn’t reckon on one foolhardy Gryffindor whelp to come charging in where angels fear to tread,” Severus responded in his usual sardonic tones.
Dumbledore waited until they were past the barrier. Evidently it was too solid even for him to pierce and he peered searchingly at Severus when the two men stepped through it. “My dear boy. I’m sorry you fell into her hands. Shall we take you to St. Mungo’s or will Madam Pomfrey be able to take care of the damage?”
Severus straightened. “Neither will be necessary, Headmaster. Thanks to Harry’s…increased abilities, I am entirely healed.” He set back his shoulders and stepped away from Harry, his steady stride a mute testimony to his restored state.
“Truly?” Dumbledore nodded with approval. “Then that is all to the good. Madam Pomfrey need not be alerted. In fact, the fewer who are involved, the better.” He paused before speaking quietly. “You spoke of Bellatrix in the past tense, Severus. Is she…?”
“She is. In fact, there are several bodies within the warehouse. The Ministry will have to be informed,” Severus replied heavily.
Bushy eyebrows rose on the wrinkled forehead. “Bodies?”
“A lot of Death Eaters--maybe all of them. Voldemort’s in there, too,” Harry stated flatly. “He’s dead.”
The news of the Dark Lord’s demise didn’t appear to surprise Dumbledore much. “Then we’d best be leaving and quickly too, before the sun is well up. We don’t want to attract any attention. I take it, Harry, no one else knows you were here?”
“I told Dobby to let you know where I was if I wasn’t back in 20 minutes. I thought it best not to tell Ron and Hermione. They would have insisted on coming and I didn’t want to get them in trouble,” Harry added.
Well thought out, Harry. You have kept the knowledge of the participants in this drama to just us three and a house-elf. That way, if your friends are questioned by the Ministry, they will reveal nothing. And neither will you, thanks to your newfound abilities in Occlumency. I believe you are learning subtlety at last.
I had a good teacher. Harry wanted to draw Severus close to him again. But he was very conscious of Dumbledore’s presence. Instead, he extended his arm and cried, Accio Firebolt!, his broom winging to him.
“Harry, did you bring your Invisibility Cloak with you?” Dumbledore asked.
“Right here, sir.”
“Then I suggest you don it. You might not have been seen when you left Hogwarts but Apparating back with me and Severus is bound to be noticed and I doubt the Cloak will cover all three of us. You will wear it and it will appear that I have brought back Severus on my own. Severus, are you strong enough to Disapparate?” he asked.
Severus reached for his magic and winced. It felt oddly…frail as though it might snap with too much pressure on it. Doubtless, he was still drained from what had occurred. “I wouldn’t care to risk it, Headmaster.”
The blue-eyed gaze flickered around him as though Dumbledore was seeing more than his disheveled state and ripped clothes. “Then perhaps Harry can do the honors.”
“Me, sir?” Harry thought of mentioning that he’d never Apparated except under controlled circumstances and certainly not this kind of a distance. But the twinkle in those blue eyes told him Dumbledore was probably aware of that. He trusted Harry to get this right and that meant he couldn’t fail.
Harry tugged the Cloak over himself and his broom. Linking his left arm with Severus while his right firmly clutched his broomstick, he spun the Headmaster and his bondmate around in a half-circle before Disapparating with a noisy crack.

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