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Through Darkened Halls	By : HPRndRobin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 9028 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Through Darkened Halls

Chapter 2

By Aria-fic

The 7th year boys� dorm shook and rumbled from the anguished shrieks emitted by the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry Potter�s dorm mates were accustomed to being woken by their friend�s heart breaking cries, uttered in the midst of a gruesome nightmare or vision. Like a well-aimed arrow, Ron Weasley shot up from his bed and rushed over to Harry�s side. He began shaking the writhing boy while murmuring soothing words in his ear, trying to rouse him. Harry�s features contorted in pain as yet another spasm shook him uncontrollably.

�It�s a bad one.� Seamus Finnegan stated in a concerned tone as he leaned uneasily on one of Harry�s bedposts. Realizing his current actions were not making an impact, Ron leaned down over Harry, grabbed his friend�s shoulders and began shaking them. He continued speaking softly to Harry, urging him to open his eyes and flee from his demons.

Turning his head helplessly towards Seamus, the redhead ordered, �Get McGonagall!�

A moment later, as the prim head of house raced into the dorm followed by a flushed Seamus Finnegan, the suffering teen was still thrashing and screaming loudly in his sleep. Minerva McGonagall replaced Ron at Harry�s bedside and cleared the fringe from his brow. The lightening bolt-shaped scar was red and swollen, as the boy scrunched his face in pain and touched his scar protectively. The stern professor�s expression clearly showed she was at a loss. All usual attempts to awaken the suffering boy had failed, yet she dared not use magic on him, fearing her spells would react negatively with that which he seemed to be experiencing through his dream.

All of a sudden Harry's body went rigid. The spasm seemed to have stopped, but a shrill scream escaped his frozen lips as his hands covered his still-closed eyes and began rubbing them wildly.

Realizing she was at the end of her wits, with a quick nod of her head in Seamus' direction, Professor McGonagall motioned for him to fetch Professor Dumbledore. Then she sat back, sighed heavily, and waited.

As luck would have it, Harry's eyes shot open the second Professor Albus Dumbledore sauntered into the room. The commotion was great as the boys neared Harry's bed, anxiously inquiring what had plagued their friends sleep, this time. A low howl was the young man's only response as he, once again, clawed at his puffy eyes with fervor. Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat loudly and with a gentle wave of his hand motioned for the other boys to quiet down.

"Now boys, I believe Mr. Potter could use a moment or two to regain his composure. I must ask that you return to your beds." With a swift flick of his wand, the aged wizard cast a silencing charm around Harry's bed so as to ensure the following conversation would remain amongst himself, his deputy, and Harry.

He then turned to face Harry and offered him a warm smile before asking, "How are you feeling, Harry?"

The troubled teen who had finally pried his hands away from his face crossed his arms over his chest in a protective gesture and sat up in bed. He waited for the shaking to subside, while attempting to stifle his whimpers. Minerva McGonagall placed a reassuring hand on her student's shoulder as she exchanged a worried look with Dumbledore.

"It's Snape." Harry yelled, quite abruptly.
Dumbledore's eyes darkened instantly as McGonagall gasped.
"What's happened to Professor Snape, Harry?"
"Voldemort's got him! He's discovered Snape's a spy and has been torturing him for the better part of the night!"

Harry's voice was hysterical and he appeared to be reliving the pain he had recently experienced once more, simply by conveying the vision he had been privy to. Dumbledore peered deeply into Harry's eyes, while McGonagall wrapped her arms around him instinctively.

"Where is Professor Snape now?" Dumbledore's voice was as close to frantic as either Harry or McGonagall had ever witnessed, which only served to heighten their own fear and agitation.

Harry jumped out of bed and began searching for his clothes, as he replied:
"He was in a large hall filled with antiques, mostly in gold and brass; Lots of swords and knives hanging on the walls. It was very creepy, to say the least."

A pregnant pause filled the room before he continued his account.
"Voldemort cast Cruciatus on him for a long time�"
McGonagall handed Harry the T-shirt that was flung beside her, on his nightstand, as she spoke. "Yes well, he was placed under the curse up until the moment you woke up, I presume."

Harry shook his head vigorously. "No! He was released from Cruciatus before any permanent damage could be done."

Both professors looked baffled by this last statement, and before Harry could continue his explanation, Dumbledore took a step towards him and asked, in a steely tone.

"Tell me what he's done to Severus, Harry."
For a millisecond all Harry could think of was the sadness and desperation in the headmaster's gaze. After all, he knew Snape was acting as Dumbledore's spy and he realized how important the man was to the side of the Light, but up until that very moment, the young wizard hadn't grasped just how close the two older men were. The concern in Dumbledore's eyes was so great that Harry imagined it must resemble that of a father's concern for his child.

A gentle pat on the back from McGonagall brought Harry out of his reverie. Standing before them in his T-shirt and boxers, the young wizard explained:

"He said he would make an example out of Professor Snape, sir. He said he would use him to show his servants how the Dark Lord punishes those who betray him."

Harry took a deep breath and continued. "He cursed Professor Snape's eyes. I still remember the incantation he used. Voldemort loomed over the professor, aimed his wand directly in between his eyes and said 'Corripio Animadverto Formositas'. Then he laughed. Cackled, more like it, and I felt as if someone had flicked burning coals into my eyes. I thought they had caught fire!"

Harry rubbed his eyes again, trying to erase the painful memory with his soft touch.
He then looked up at his professors and found Dumbledore and McGonagall's faces to be pale and grief stricken. McGonagall had placed her hand on the nightstand, and Harry suspected the small table was the only thing keeping her in place.

Having experienced the pain of the curse, he could only imagine it would carry grave repercussions. He had never heard of this curse before and was hoping one of the professors would enlighten him soon.

Before he could even voice this request, Dumbledore placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder and thanked him for sharing his vision.

"It's one of the most painful curses to suffer, Harry. An ancient dark curse that hadn't been practiced for Merlin knows how long."

The young wizard's eyebrow shot up in shock. "Why hasn't it been outlawed if it was so dangerous to cast, sir?"

Dumbledore considered this for a moment before offering an explanation. "There are only two documented cases in history in which this particular curse has been used. Both wizards in question are said to have met their untimely deaths in unnatural ways, not long after casting it. This legacy made the curse rather unpopular, which in return, caused it to lose significance in the eyes of our legislators."

Harry sighed, not really knowing what to say.
"The victims of this curse were blinded for life, were they not, Albus?" McGonagall asked quietly.

Dumbledore nodded somberly. Harry froze upon hearing that. Snape would be blind? Sweet Merlin, that can't be! With newfound assertiveness, Harry completed buttoning the trousers he'd finally located under his bed, and said, in a no-nonsense tone that surprised even him.

"Come on then, we have to go find Professor Snape!"
"If Voldemort wants to set him as an example, he should be releasing him sometime soon. He might have sent him back already, actually!"

With Dumbledore weakened by the grief and pain he was suffering over Severus' predicament, and McGonagall exhibiting surprising frailty under pressure, Harry seemed to be leading the odd search party out of the dorm and the castle, in hopes of finding Severus Snape, before anyone else might�

Corripio Animadverto Formositas: Very loose translation: to steal the beauty of sight.
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