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Thicker Than Water	By : harriet Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9575 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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CHAPTER 13

“Take me with you.” Harry demanded as he stood in the center of Snape’s chambers hands on his hips looking for all the world like a murderous banshee. Snape was in his bedroom quickly getting dressed in his death eater robes. It had been an uneventful week for Harry after the chaos of the dueling club, and as the student body had quietened down about his victory this newest problem had occurred. It was during dinner this evening that Snape had hissed and doubled over in pain. The dark mark the professor had so long ago accepted in loyalty to Voldemort had flared to life after so many years in dormancy. Harry knew it would come eventually and he’d automatically reached up to touch his own faded scar as if expecting the pain he would have been treated to in the past. The pain had never come, and instead he’d quickly escorted Severus out through the staffroom door and back down to his rooms.
“No. I did not keep you out of Voldemort’s clutches for near on 25 years without delivering you to his son on a silver platter.” Snape called angrily back out of his bedroom as he sheathed his wand in the safe folds of his robes before yanking up the hood on his cloak and grabbing the white faceless mask. It was a mask he had hoped to never wear again but hopes are very similar to dreams, distant and futile.
“You said yourself I’ve got no connection to him, he wouldn’t even know I was there.” Harry swallowed nervously as he took in Snape’s appearance as the wizard stepped out of his bedroom. Seeing the wizard dressed up in the thick hooded cloak took his breath away, as a wash of terrible memories suddenly flooded his mind. Snape saw the change in Harry immediately and having dropped the mask to the floor strode forward just in time to catch the young man as he fell to his knees, breathless and sweating.
“Breath Potter, they’re just memories.” Snape leaned over Harry, gently stroking the wizard’s cheek in an attempt at calming him down.
“I know it just took me by surprise, I haven’t…………” As Harry calmed he looked up into the shadow of Snape’s face beneath the hood, concern reflected in the onyx eyes shining in the dark. “It’s been a long 8 years without all this.” Harry gestured to the white mask that Snape had discarded on the floor in his rush to help him. “I’d forgotten and I shouldn’t have.” Harry trailed off his eyes falling to stare at the floor as Snape helped him sit up.
“I’m sorry; I should have been more considerate before I put these on. Habits however they were formed are hard to break.” Harry nodded and allowed Snape to help him to his feet, the soft potion stained fingers warm against his own, and reminded him that Snape was still the same man he’d gotten to know over the past few weeks.
“Please take me with you. I need to see him, I need to meet him face to face. To see for myself if this is, what everyone thinks it is. ” Harry stared at Snape, his green eyes pleading with his ex-potions professor. “Please.” Harry whispered as he watched Snape sigh, his head falling forward in the cloak to nod imperceptibly in agreement.
“You are an adult now Harry, I cannot stop you. I have no idea what he is planning, while I knew his father I know nothing about his son. Just know I will protect you with my life if he tries anything, I owe that much to your mother at least.” Harry smiled mildly as he leant down and picked up Snape’s mask.
“I know.” Harry trailed off as he handed Snape the mask before turning away to grab his own leather coat and scarf. It had grown colder as winter had drawn near and Harry was desperately trying to keep warm against the chill in his heart.
Harry followed Snape up through the dungeons into the main corridors of the school. As they approached the large double doors of the entrance Snape slowed as he took in the small group standing defiantly in front of the exit. McGonagall, Dumbledore, Lupin, Mad-eye and Tonks were stood like statues blocking the route out of Hogwarts. Snape slowed to a stop a few steps in front of Dumbledore, his white faceless mask held limply in one hand by his side, the other tightly gripping his wand that he’d removed from his robes a moment earlier. Harry stepped up to Snape’s side and took in the line of witches and wizards all staring at him.
“Do you want to spend the next 25 years fighting another war? Watching those you love die because you didn’t have the fortitude to stand up for what you thought was right?” Harry addressed the group, individually staring them in the eyes one by one as he waited for a response.
“He’ll kill you Harry, I won’t lose you like I lost Sirus or your parents.” Lupin stepped forward his expression stubbornly determined. Harry scoffed at the remark and shook his head.
“You don’t know that Remus, none of you do. I served out the prophecy 8 years ago, my future now is mine to predict, and I choose not to live in fear of the unknown. We all need to know what he wants and if this is the last thing I can do for this world then so be it. I refuse to let you all see me as another of Voldemort’s victims. I’m proud of what I’ve made of myself with and without magic, now let me go.” Harry stared at Remus for a long time before at length the wolf lowered his wand and nodded. Stepping forward Harry embraced his godfather’s best friend in a tight hug feeling as the tension fell from the wolf’s shoulders and he relaxed.
“Your father would be proud of you.” Remus whispered against Harry’s cheek as he pressed a chaste kiss on the young man’s temple. “Although he’d be pretty pissed about you hanging out with Snape.” Harry pulled away from Remus and looked back at where Snape was still stood motionless in front of Dumbledore, his eyes flashing with menace and determination.
“It’s a good job he’s not here to see it then.” Harry whispered as he let go of Remus and stepped up to Dumbledore. Dumbledore’s gaze dropped from Snape’s to Harry, as the young wizard stepped into his personal space, uncaring of the wand that now stuck him in the belly as he leaned in close to the headmaster. Harry was amused as he watched a flash of fear flicker through the elder wizards eyes, the twinkling of mischief disappearing as he stared down into the emerald gaze of the wizarding worlds savior.
“Back off old man.” Harry ground out from between his teeth as he met Dumbledore’s stare full on. “Stop trying to manipulate everyone into doing what you think is best. You have no idea what’s coming and you’re scared like everyone else. So do us all a favor and let things happen the way they’re going to happen and deal with each challenge as it presents itself.” Harry was surprised when he watched Dumbledore smile at him, a wide, warm smile that was completely unexpected. It was then that Harry realized what was happening, the candles and torches in the hallway were flickering as the crackle of magic surrounded him. The feeling of magic in his body made him tingle and he took a shuddered, calming breath in. As soon as he’d calmed the magic subsided and Harry was left again with the normal empty feeling he’d had for almost 8 years.
“Gone but not forgotten.” Dumbledore whispered as he lowered his wand from Harry’s stomach and stepped aside from the door, indicating with a wave of his hand that the others should step aside also. “Good luck Harry Potter.” Dumbledore spoke as he patted Harry on the shoulder as he and Snape stepped out into the cold winter’s night air.
Harry was still a little shell shocked as he blindly followed Snape down the pathway to the front iron gates that marked the entrance to Hogwarts. The wind was icy and bit at his face as he helped Snape push open the gates and stepped out onto the apparition point outside the schools wards.
“Come here and hold my waist. I’ll need my wand hand free.” Harry nodded against the wind as he stepped up to Snape and wrapped his arms around the man’s waist in a low hug. Although grown Harry’s head still only came up to Snape’s chin and his hair tickled Snape’s nose beneath the hood of the cloak. Harry smiled at the warmth of Snape’s body pressed against his own the spicy familiar scent that was purely Snape was intoxicating and Harry fought to keep himself from closing his eyes and nuzzling in to the elder wizards neck. He and Snape had become friends but certainly not like that and Harry didn’t feel he wanted to jeopardize the tentative friendship they had in the face of such a dangerous mission. So instead Harry looked up into the shadow of Snape’s hood where the wizard had attached the white faceless mask. It was confronting and Harry swallowed nervously as he sought out the onyx sparkle of the man’s familiar gaze beneath the mask.
“I’m going to die aren’t I?” Harry shouted as he tried to be heard over the roaring of the winter wind around them. Harry was sure he saw the twinkle of smile in Snape’s eyes behind the mask, as he asked the same question he had a week ago about the dueling club.
“We’re all going to die eventually Potter, but I find comfort in knowing that I’m going to go out kicking a screaming the same way I came into this world.” Despite the wind Harry heard the reply clearly. Harry gave a heartfelt bark of laughter as Snape muttered the apparition charm and with a crackle of magic they were gone.
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