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This chapter has way too much dialog that isn't even good. It's so annoying. This entire chapter is annoying! Argh.

I am sorry this took FOREVER. I promise the fic is not dead. More soon, I'm working on the next chapter now.

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UNLEASHED

A Snarry fanfic

by lordoberon

Chapter 11

He walked across the room and took Harry’s hands gently, and Harry stood up. He hugged Remus, putting a little tightness into it. It was so good to see a friend.

When he pulled away, he noticed Snape glaring at him. What, was hugging illegal now?

Remus took the chair opposite Harry and said, “I’ve heard all about what’s been going on from Severus and Minerva, Harry. It is quite dire. But don’t worry, I have ideas and I think we can fix it. Did Severus brief you?”

Harry shrugged, refusing to look at Snape. “I think so. He said you’re going to try and yank the demons out a bit to have a conversation with them and trade something grisly so that they’ll leave my body. Right?”

“Right indeed,” Remus said with a smile. “Do you have any ideas for what to trade, Harry? Severus? I want to hear what you have to say before I add in my suggestions.”

Harry blinked. He had no ideas, really. He looked over at Snape.

“Seeing as I have no suitable body parts I can sacrifice without the notice of the Dark Lord,” the man sneered, “nor any possessions or relatives they would want, nor a god I could blaspheme for their pleasure, I believe we have to do something violent - hopefully a one-time thing, which will have to be good enough for them.”

Lupin frowned, and then looked between the two of them. “That is a good point. None of us really want to cut off an arm or anything of the like. But nor do we want to hurt something so that Harry can be alright. Alas, most of the things demons want tend to be very dark. Severus? How about we start the conversation already, and simply ask them what they want?”

Harry shot in, “We could always offer them Voldemort’s body to possess. After all, then he’d have no memories and be a mindless zombie, and we could drop him back in Albania where he could haunt some dark forest. He’d be happy eating animals and stuff. He wouldn’t bother anyone.”

He laughed, but neither man laughed with him. Finally Remus spoke quietly. “That is an interesting idea, Harry.”

“What?? But I was just joking!”

Snape shook his head. “What of the horcruxes? The demons would find out about them, possibly, and wreak havoc in all the locations where the horcruxes are.”

“Can we give them a dead body?” Harry asked. “Just ditch them in a graveyard? Then they could play around, zombie style.”

“Or perhaps if we give them a source to feed blood off of, they will be content,” Remus said.

“A dead body would most likely not satisfy them,” Snape said. He began to pace the room now, as Harry had seen him do when he was deep in thought. “Unless it was someone who was very powerful or famous during their lifetime. Even so, the body would eventually decompose.”

“But by then it wouldn’t be our problem!” Harry said. “They’d move on to someone else, they wouldn’t remember me and seek me out, right?”

“…True,” Snape conceded. “Nevertheless, I don’t like it. It doesn’t ensure your safety enough. We need to satisfy the devils, once and for all.”

Harry frowned and looked at Snape, who was now staring into the fire. The man really did want to help him, didn’t he? Harry remembered how Snape had asked to see his memories, and how surprised he’d been that Snape had asked instead of just looking. McGonagall had requested him to be formal and ask permission, true, but still…there was reluctance in his voice when Snape asked. Like he knew how much Harry hated the idea of anyone viewing his memories.

Snape, who had previously been so easy to pin, now was the source of a jumble of confusion in Harry. It made him long for Hogwarts and old times, but it also made him curious. What more could he find out about this man?

“Perhaps if I give them my blood,” Harry said quietly.

Both of the older men looked at him intensely. Harry nodded to Remus’s gesture to explain. “When Voldemort rose again, in my Fourth Year…he took my blood, to help him do it. Doesn’t that imply that…my blood is very powerful? And after that…he could touch me, when it had hurt him before, because he had my blood in him. And…he used my blood to get his body back. That’s a strong bit of magic, isn’t it?”

There was silence in the room. Snape was not staring at the fire anymore, but straight at Harry, instead. Harry stared back at him, his anger forgotten, slightly uncomfortable. He hadn’t had Snape look at him for so long before. But it was evident the man wasn’t really looking at him. He was thinking.

“Harry,” Remus murmured. “I think you’re on to something.”

“How much blood would they need?” Snape asked. He was pacing once again. “We could drain some of it, and do a blood transfusion so you recover, but…what if the demons wanted more? Besides, they would still prefer your body as host.”

“Maybe…” Harry licked his lips. “Maybe we could make a body for them.”

Again Snape needled him with that intense look. But this time he was really looking at Harry, into Harry, it felt. Harry’s insides squirmed.

“A very dark magic indeed, Mister Potter. I am surprised you would think of it.”

Harry shrugged. It was an idea, wasn’t it? “Would it help? I mean…then we could just destroy the body…it wouldn’t really be someone, right?”

“Don’t be naïve, Potter!” Snape spat. “Voldemort is real, isn’t he? And his body was created like that!”

He turned to the fire again, and said with less anger, “Any more ideas?”

“We could use Polyjuice to illusion someone into looking like Harry, but that would put them in danger,” Remus suggested.

“We could use a False Memory Charm to make them think I’d died, or lost my magic…?”

Snape shook his head at everything. Finally Harry threw up his hands. “Well? What, then??”

“The demons picked you because of your blood and your power,” Snape said quietly. He was speaking at the fire, lost in his thought. “They picked you because of your uniqueness, your courage, your character. Furthermore, of all the students at Hogwarts, you were chosen because your body was strong enough to hold the demons. Most would die upon being taken over. There may be a strong demon leader at the head of this. His agenda is much more sinister; it was he who spoke to me, when you first were possessed.”

Harry blinked along with Remus. He had spoken to Snape while possessed?

“Yes,” Snape said, in answer to their shared questioning glances. “He spoke to me, calling me by name. Clearly, he doesn’t just want to wreak carnage everywhere or hurt and kill, like the others do. He wants a name. He wants to walk amidst humans. Like a ghost longs for life, he wants to have a physical form, full of magic, and taste the world. But he hasn’t had a chance to yet; my potions have been slowing him down. When we speak to him, Remus, we will have to take advantage of the fact that, outside of Harry’s body, he will be weaker. We must weaken him more. Once my dream potion is done, I can go deeply within Harry’s mind and weaken him there. Until then…”

The Potions Master sighed deeply. “I think we will have to involve others, unfortunately. I will play the Death Eater card on the demons, and we will try to discourage them from Harry’s blood. He is related to those despicable Dursleys, after all.”

Harry understood that Snape was referring to two things – that the Dursleys were muggle, and therefore their blood relation to Harry was not something the demons would like. And two, the danger in his voice spoke of his opinion of them.

How strange, to have Snape’s opinion match Harry’s own so very much. It was a rare thing to have them agree on anything.

“You want to involve the Dursleys?” Harry hated the idea immediately. “How on earth would they help?”

“We aren’t going to involve them,” Snape said with a shudder of revulsion. “That would be…dangerous for them. And risky in other ways.”

The sheer dislike dripping in his voice spoke of the other ways it would be risky. Harry couldn’t help but feel a thrill to find out that Snape hated the Dursleys, too, however cruel it was. He listened as Snape continued.

“We are simply going to speak on them, and on other things that make you seem like a less than perfect choice for a host. The way you sentimentally picked up the other victims during the water trial in the Triwizard Tournament. The fact that you’re clumsy with potions, young and inexperienced in magic, the fact that everyone, everyone knows who you are and what you’re like and could tell if you started to act even a little differently.”

He stared Harry down as he said, daring him to say anything in protest. Harry bit his tongue so he wouldn’t interrupt the man’s diatribe against him. In a way it was comfortingly familiar. But in another way, he hated it, because Snape wasn’t the same person to him anymore. He reminded himself that the Snape hating him formula was a fraud for the sake of his Death Eater job, and that some part of him cared for Harry.

Relief flooded in him when Remus put a hand on his shoulder. He eyed Harry with one sidelong glance, as if he could tell Harry had something on his mind. Well, this wasn’t something he could tell Remus, was it? No, no way…Remus wouldn’t want to hear that Harry didn’t hate Snape anymore and was feeling…something else confusing altogether.

Snape looked at them, and then bit out, “Let’s begin. Potter, on the floor. I want you like Da Vinci’s Vesuvius man.”

Harry didn’t like being ordered around. But it was a nice change from Remus trying to read his mind. “Fine,” he growled. He lay down on the floor and spread his arms and legs, feeling awkward and vulnerable. A flush flooded his face. He shut his eyes so he could try to stop thinking.

Wands whisked in the air. Harry watched as a white line of chalk or some other powdery substance started magically, out from his head, all the way around in a circle. Another, bigger circle was drawn around that one, and then magical runes symbols (he remembered them distantly from Hermione’s homework that one year).

While Remus did that, Snape was mixing a potion, per usual. He handed it to Harry, and Harry drank it obediently. Then Snape began casting incantations all around the room. The fire suddenly went out, and all was dark.

For some reason, Harry felt like he should whisper. “What do you want me to do?”

Snape snapped in the darkness, “Shut up.”

So Harry was quiet, listening to his heart beat quicken. He had no idea what was going to be done to him. He felt even more a guinea pig than he’d felt when Snape was shoving potions down his throat in the dungeons. This was even worse. He wanted to leap up and get out of here, but he forced himself to stay.

He tried to think of something else, to go over Quidditch moves in his head or linger longingly over thoughts of what Ron and Hermione were doing at Hogwarts right now, but his mind kept bringing him back to this room, right now.

He sighed.

“Not a word,” Snape hissed. Harry wanted to say something about, could he breathe at least?? But he didn’t. Snape had been on edge for days. He sounded weary even when he was angry now.

“You’re going to be okay,” Remus whispered. Immediately Harry braced himself. He thought of the Imperius curse, and how he’d resisted it. If he could do that, he could do this. They’d said it would hurt –

Ahh! It took everything Harry had not to scream. Suddenly his entire body felt like it was on fire. He could swear that his skin was melting off of his bones. His hair was nothing. His eyes were turning to goo. He felt his breathing accelerate and his heart was pounding so fast inside of his chest, too fast…

A shrieking came out of his mouth, but it wasn’t him. And then he felt like he was being split in two; a giant axe, it seemed, was ripping him, starting from his head and slicing all the way through him. It burned even hotter than the fire in his body!

Black smoke erupted from his mouth. He could see hazy figures inside of it. Then, a deep voice came from somewhere in him…but he couldn’t understand it…for he was fading away…

Cold hands clasped the sides of his face. He focused on the icy fingertips. That felt so good.

“Stay with us, Potter,” a low voice rasped.

But it wasn’t enough. Harry couldn’t feel his limbs anymore. Distantly he was aware that Remus was speaking to someone in a strange language…but…

He couldn’t even think anymore. He lay there, burning, fading…

“DON’T YOU DARE, POTTER! STAY, DAMN YOU! I’M RIGHT HERE, AND I WON’T LET YOU LEAVE!”

He realized the voice was Snape. Snape was furious with him. Well that was normal. He wanted to laugh because Snape always got so infuriated. He did want to stay, if Snape was here…he wanted to unravel the mystery of the man, even though it was stupid…he wanted to watch him in his lab at home, working wonders of odd ingredients…he wanted to watch the smooth fluidity of the man’s movements…and trace a finger over those lips. Perhaps they were cold, too?

He focused on the coldness of Snape’s hands, and stayed.

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There was nothing so difficult as the thought of losing another one. Severus could not bear it. That was what had him screaming at Potter, and forgetting about the conversation with the demons. Potter could not die. He could not.

Not because it would mean Severus’ death. Not because Severus gave a damn about the fate of the wizarding world. Not because of Dumbledore’s mission. Not because of Lily…well yes, Lily was part of it.

Potter couldn’t die because Severus was in love with him. It was inane and stupid and Severus had wanted to rip it out of himself a thousand times, like the warlock in Beedle’s Hairy Heart tale. But he couldn’t, no matter how he tried; and how he had tried!

There were so many reasons that it was bad. Potter was only seventeen. He was the son of James Potter. He was an absolute dolt at times. Etcetera, etcetera…and his relationship with Severus was less than shining. Severus knew he had no chance in hell, in frozen hell, or anything else unusual that could be imagined.

So why hang on? Maybe if Potter died…he would be free to just live out the rest of his miserable life.

But by the Order of Merlin, he did not want to live without Harry Potter.

When Lupin came to stand beside him, Severus knew he had to look away from Harry. The boy lay on the floor, unconscious, with the demons emerged from his mouth. They whirled in black smoke, barely visible. Red eyes glinted in the otherwise darkened room. Severus caught a flash of fangs.

He kept his fingers on Harry’s head, holding him there. He spoke, slow and low and serious, to the demons. They could understand a language not their own.

“He is not a fit vessel, my lord king. This body is simply a boy, lacking skill in magic, lacking social propriety. He is physically fit, but he is constantly abusing his body will ill care. The anger that you see in him from his past is not strong enough; in actuality he is very weak, very soft. The power that drifts in him is leftover from a dark spell created by another wizard. He lives because of love from his dead mother, not because of any power he himself possesses. Everyone may know him, but he repeatedly disappoints. His triumphs are all from the help of others and sheer luck. I have watched him many years. I know.”

The demons’ voices – was it one roar, or many? – were not happy with him. They growled and groaned, some, while others hissed. The main voice speaking to him was a purring, thunderous silken thing.

“Why do you lie, Severus Snape? Many wizards and witches of power are drawn to this vessel. He has no rival for fame besides the wizard who tried to kill him and failed. His blood churns in him sweetly. His anger burns bright. Dissatisfaction is heavy in him, and we like the taste. Using his body, we can become powerful and taste many things. He fulfills our thirst. Do not block us with your magickery, Severus Snape. We know the secret you harbor for him. We will destroy you.”

And they crept forward, and swirled around him fast and furious. They forced him to stand. Lupin was yelling, casting spells, but Severus allowed the demons to embrace him. If they chose him as a vessel over Harry, then so be it.

They wrapped around him for along time, so tight that his breath left him. He felt that he, like Harry, was also fading away…into death.

Then they left him, gasping, and he fell back to the floor.

As soon as he felt strength again, he cast spells. He tried to wrench the demons out of Harry’s body, but they only screamed at him and remained. Lupin fired spells with him, and the more they used the faster they got, the hotter the room got. The demons cried out in pain once, when Severus fired them with a spell of love and loss, but they kept their hold on Harry.

Finally he could think of nothing else. He was so tired. So he shouted to the demons, “We will give you his blood! It is the most powerful part of him! Even the Dark Lord used it to get a body again. Is that not what you want??”

“Yes,” the demons hissed, “Yesssss! Blood…”

“I will do it,” Severus gasped, “I will do it…I will give you the blood…in increments…like a potion. Once you are strong with blood, you may leave his body and yet be corporeal beings. Please…” He found he was coughing blood, as they kept holding him. “Please…”

There was a long wait. Seconds…Minutes…how much longer could he hold onto to sanity, to consciousness, to life?

“You must swear that if the blood does not work, if the blood does not give us a strong form that is solid and capable…we can have you.”

Lupin finally got through the chaotic demons billowing around Severus. “Have him how?”

The demons simply cackled in response. They would probably kill him if he did not succeed. Severus did not care. Almost every option in his life lead to death now. There was no escaping. As long as Harry was alive...

He didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes,” Severus answered. “I agree.”

The demons abruptly left. Exhaustion captured Severus, and he fell to his knees. When he opened his eyes, the demons were nowhere to be seen. But he had no doubt they still resided within Harry.. Immediately he put a hand over Harry’s heart. It still beat.

Lupin helped him clean everything up, and then they turned the lights on. They had no space to talk, for Harry rose suddenly.

“Professor,” he said, nodding to Snape. He gave no glance to Lupin.

Severus shared a look over Harry’s head with Lupin. The man looked even more tired than Severus felt.

Severus felt about to fall over. He collapsed on the sofa, barely staying in a sitting position. Then he could think a little. Potter never, ever called him Professor unless he was pressed to.

He looked at the boy. The eyes were not black, as they had been when the demons came out. They were green again.

“Potter. How do you feel?”

Potter took the spot on the couch next to Severus. He clasped his hands on his lap in an odd way that Severus had never seen him do. “I feel fine.”

Lupin cast a few spells to check the boy’s health. “He’s clean.”

Severus stared at Potter, who stared back at him, expressionless. Just seeing that made a shiver edge down Severus’ back. He threw himself into the boy’s mind, trying to read him…

He was met with a wall, tall and strong, instead of the usual weak flimsy thing. When he looked for holes, there were none. What?? He retreated.

“Accio Potter study notes. Note: subject is now able to do Occlumency like a studied wizard. Unable to find a hole in his cover. Subject is very quiet and subdued. Eyes remain green.”

As he spoke, he spoke very quietly and with no expression. But inside, he was feeling a panic. He knew that if he stayed longer like this, exhausted, nervous, it would start to show. He felt that at any second, he might begin to visibly shake.

“What is the last thing you remember?”
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