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The Nothing I've Become (Areas of Expertise II)	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 18635 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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'So, you agree with me, don't you, Ron?' Hermione asked.

A little afraid of disagreeing with her, Ron nodded.

'NO!' Harry yelled. 'No. It's my wand, so I'll go with Hermione and get it back. You stay here Ron, it's safer.'

Harry had been so happy to see Ron falling through the painting that had suddenly appeared in the Room of Requirement. A little concerned too, to be honest, as he had had no idea there WAS a secret passage linking the Room to Hogsmeade. Still, seeing Ron coming through it, breathless, babbling about 'Dumbledore, no, not our Dumbledore, his brother, he owns the pub in Hogsmeade, you know The Hog's Head,' had taken both him and Hermione aback.

Hermione had recovered before Harry. 'Aberforth Dumbledore owns the Hog's Head Inn?' she had asked, surprised, 'And there's a passage linking the school to the pub? I never knew that. It never appeared on the Map, did it?' she had turned to Harry, who shook his head, wishing, not for the first time, that he still had it.

Harry had opened his mouth to greet his friend properly, but, again, Hermione had spoken first. 'Great, you're back, grown up yet?'

Ron had swallowed, blushing bright red at the same time. 'Hermione, I'm sorry, really. I was just so mad. I went to Bill and Fleur's and Bill basically told me to stop being a prat. When I came back to the forest you weren't there, but I ran into Ginny, literally, and together we worked out you were in the Room. Anyway, we figured it was too dangerous to try and sneak into the school through the front door, so I went back to Hogsmeade, planning to use the shop passage, but I ran into Dumbledore's brother and he told me about the passage straight to here, so I used that.'

'You're an idiot, Ronald.' She had said imperiously.

'Yeah,' he had agreed, 'I am.'

There was a pause before Harry had said:

'Right, that's agreed then. Can we tell him about your stupid idea now?'

Harry shook his head, back in the present. With Ron here, Hermione seemed more willing to allow Harry along. Still, Harry would have preferred it if he and Ron went, not Hermione, but he knew there was no way she'd allow that. She'd just get all pissy and feminist.

Still, at last he was leaving the Room. It felt a little odd, like it was dangerous. It also felt familiar, like he'd felt this way before: relieved to be leaving after having been stuck in the Room for ages.

Odd.

Harry went into his room and began thinking about what he would need to take. He came back out to see the two whispering together. They jumped back guiltily when he entered. Harry smiled; it was good to see his friends finally getting together.

'I'll just go back to my room,' he said, and turned away, grinning.

'He still doesn't remember?' Ron asked in surprise, once Harry had gone.

Hermione shook her head. 'Bits come back. He re-arranged the Room to look like it did when he and Snape lived here, but he couldn't explain why.' She choked back a sob. 'He's so angry all the time, Ron, I'm frightened of what will happen if he doesn't remember.'

Ron simply held out his arms, and she went into them, crying. Ron kissed her hair, shushing her gently. She had had to be so strong for so long since he had left. She had had to help and care for Harry, and deal with his anger, all without Ron. And she had also caused Snape problems at the school. Ron just hoped they were bad enough that You-Know-Who showed up soon, and then he could be killed, and everything would go back to normal.

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'Stay behind me.' Hermione crept along the corridor, wand in hand, hiding under the invisibility cloak.

Harry grumbled but followed. His back ached a little from crouching so that the cloak covered them. But still, he was out of the Room, free to roam about wherever he wished.

He longed to be by the Lake. Something was drawing him there.

'Careful.' Hermione breathed. They were approaching the foyer, and there were a number of prefects and teachers still about, wands at the ready.

The two Gryffindors waited, tense, hoping their plan would work.

Three floors above them, a loud BANG! was suddenly heard. As one, the teachers and prefects hurtled up the stairs, all shouting excitedly at one another.

'Idiots!' Hermione snorted, and crept across the stones to the guarded door.

'It's me, Hermione,' she whispered to one of the gargoyles, which struck Harry as a little odd, but, at once, it shifted and the door began to open.

'How did you do that?' Harry asked.

Hermione shrugged but looked pleased as they ascended the stair case. 'Remember I've been wandering the school a lot recently. I got talking with the gargoyles and explained what we were trying to do, they agreed to help.'

Harry was glad Hermione knew a way in, but something troubled him. 'Have I really been that hard to talk to? That you chose statues over me?' he asked sadly.

She didn't answer, which told Harry all he needed to know.

'I'm sorry, Hermione.'

'It doesn't matter.' She answered, sounding like she had a cold in the head. 'Now, have you got the traps?'

Harry nodded and handed them to her. She stepped out from under the cloak and began placing the small black shapes around the room.

They resembled ink blots but would, when magic was used near them, ensnare the user in very strong cords. One cord would automatically whip out and take the wand, leaving the witch or wizard helpless until someone came to rescue them.

And Hermione had placed eleven of them around the room. Sensibly enough, she made sure none were near herself or Harry.

Bored, Harry moved over to the desk and idly looked at the items on it: potion bottles, ink stand, quill, piles of parchment. One piece, old and stained, looked familiar. Almost disbelieving, Harry opened out the parchment, muttering, 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good.'

Slowly, the school began to be drawn upon the pages, the classrooms had had been taught in, the hall ways he had roamed. His heart hurt at seeing the school laid out before him like this, and so out of reach. He looked down at the well-known lines, lost in his contemplations, until tiny dots appeared, each neatly labelled.

He stared in fascination at the Headmaster's study, seeing two dots there. His own and Hermione's. He shifted a few inches, smiling when he saw his dot do the same. He moved back. So did his dot.

A third dot approached. A dot labelled 'Severus Snape'

'Hermione!' he hissed. 'Snape!'

She gasped and hurried towards his voice. Harry lifted the cloak, swiping the map in the same movement, and they both vanished under it, just in time.

A dark figure stood in the doorway, annoyance clear upon his countenance. Snape stopped suddenly. Something felt weird. He felt … Harry.

'Accio Marauders' Map.' He said softly, wand held firmly.

Harry tried to cling onto the parchment, but it was no good. He clamped his digits tightly around it, but felt it slipping from his grip. It flew out under the cloak, and landed, open, castle still drawn upon it, in Snape's hand.

The black eyes widened as he saw the two figures on it.

Harry was panicking. He and Hermione were completely trapped. Snape was blocking the door and he could see where they were in the room. His eyes darted about, desperately searching for something that could help them, and then, without warning, he saw it. His wand.

He grabbed Hermione's wand and cried, 'Accio Harry Potter's wand!'

Snape jumped at the sudden noise and missed grabbing the wand by inches. Throwing off his cloak, Harry felt the warm weight of his wand in his palm and smiled. He looked at the tip, sparking slightly. He raised it, eyes travelling up the black clad body as he said the words, 'Avada Ke-'
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