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Devil\'s Snare	By : ShoushiAme Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 6007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Harry Potter has never been normal but now the �Boy-Who-Lived� has another thing that sets him apart from the normal Wizarding World. Two people from his past will return and unlock memories of new powers he�s never been able to access or remember until now. These powers are more than enough to defeat Voldemort but along with them come new enemies and trouble. Will the new magic that Harry�s accessed help or destroy everything that he holds dear?
Notes: Post OotP (Order of the Phoenix) Set just before Harry�s Sixth Year1
Disclaimer: I don�t own Harry Potter. I�m just another obsessed, slashy, fan-girl.

Pairings:

Harry/Snape

Hermione/Ron
That�s pretty much it! Enjoy my first Harry Potter Fanfic!
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Devil�s Snare
Chapter One: Number Twelve Grimwald Place

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�Boy!!!�
Harry Potter groaned and sat up in bed, reaching up to ruffle his bed-mused hair even more in a poor attempt to clear the fringe out of his drowsy green eyes. The boy blinked tiredly towards his window and squinted against the early morning sun. His window; in the morning; was placed directly into the sun�s glare. He reached towards his nightstand and grabbed his glasses while seeking out the LCD light of the broken alarm clock next to his bed.
�It�s ten thirty? They never let me sleep in this late!� Harry finally swung himself out of bed, pulling up the pants of his oversized hand-me-down pajamas as he went. The smell of bacon and French toast wafted up to him and Harry heard and felt his stomach answer in response. He dashed down the stairs and stopped in the kitchen as he took in the most unusual sight before him.
Petunia was standing at the stove cooking and humming a soft tune to herself and Vernon sat at the kitchen table reading the newspaper with a smile at his face. Dudley was taking plates out of the cupboards and setting the table without a fuss or complaint. He pulled out the silverware and set it beside each plate. Harry stared in disbelief as the overweight boy set out four placemats, plates, and the like on the table. Petunia was now bustling to the refrigerator to get out jugs of orange juice and milk to fill up the four glasses that her son had set out.
�Okay, who the hell are they and what have they done with my relatives?� Harry thought as he moved over to Vernon�s side. Petunia and Dudley were too preoccupied with their tasks so Harry decided to risk asking his uncle about what was going on. The beefy man didn�t acknowledge Harry�s presence at all so the Boy-Who-Lived cleared his throat softly.
�What do you want?� Harry was surprised that the man�s voice wasn�t full of its normal venom; it was distracted and somewhat cheerful if anything else.
�Are you having a guest coming over for breakfast, Uncle Vernon? You could have woken me up, I didn�t mean to sleep in that late.� The truth was that Harry wasn�t sorry at all. He had learned a long time ago that the best way to counteract his relative�s rage and cruelty towards him was to pretend that he had no self-respect for himself. This strategy worked well most of the time except for when the foul Muggles enraged him. The man shook out his paper and glared silently at the boy before rolling his too-small eyes and looking back at the tiny black print in front of him.
�No, you stupid freak, you get to eat with us today.� Harry tried to keep his mouth from dropping open. Ever since he had gotten back from Hogwarts a week ago, his relatives had treated him worse than ever. His uncle was still sore about the Dementor attack and the false �Best Lawn in Britain� award, that had tricked him and the rest of his family, save Harry, into leaving to receive their rewards so the abused boy could escape. Petunia and Dudley hadn�t been much better, the bony woman had forced Harry to do even more horrendously stupid chores within a small time limit and Dudley and his mates had been extremely harsh with their game of �Harry Hunting� so far. They were getting a head start on him.
Another thing that had made the first week of his summer back at the Dursley�s more terrible was that his uncle had found some of the letters from Hermione and Ron that Harry had received via Hedwig without the man�s knowing. He had noticed them sitting on the boy�s desk after yelling at him for not completing some sort of strenuous chore when he picked them up. Harry�s friends had written to him, trying to help him stop blaming himself for Sirius�s death. Their words had made Harry feel even worse; he had never said out loud that he blamed himself. They must have thought it was indeed his fault if they had inquired him about it.
In any case, when Vernon had read that Harry�s godfather was dead he had laughed mockingly at the boy relishing in the fact that Harry had supposedly, by the tone of the letter, killed someone he had really cared about. That ex-convict that Harry had said would hurt them in the event that Harry was mistreated was gone. That shadow hanging over them was no more and Vernon had spent no time in waiting to abuse the poor boy again. While beating Harry senselessly into the cold, hardwood floor beneath him, he had yelled repeatedly that Harry was nothing but a freak that would never amount to anything at all. That everyone around him that he got close to would be killed by that �Dark Freak� just like his parents. The words had stung more than the fists and swift kicks that landed repeatedly his already frail body.
Harry shook himself out of his thoughts and looked back at his uncle again. The burly man had just refocused upon his coffee and newspaper again. He couldn�t figure out why his uncle would let him sleep in so late, have his wife make breakfast and his son help with the preparations and let Harry not only eat in the same part of the house but eat at all. The most he ever got was table scraps and that was considered a surplus during the times that he was being punished and didn�t receive anything at all.
�Instead of standing there like the idiot that you are, maybe you could sit down and start eating. The sooner we finish, the sooner I can clean this up and we can leave!� Petunia barked at Harry who repressed a scathing remark and a glare. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his fat lump of a cousin smirking, if you could call that a smirk. Harry was surprised that the boy�s muscles could handle lifting all of the fat that resided in his cheeks.
Harry sat down at the table obediently and waited for everyone to follow suit before tucking into his breakfast. His uncle was never one to say prayers before eating, or for anything else. The smell and taste of the food overwhelmed Harry slightly as he felt his undernourished body try to adjust to receive the morsels. He swallowed heavily and earned a glare from Petunia from across the table. Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes and just concentrated on his uncle unusually joyful voice.
�I can�t wait until we meet the realtor, Pet. He said that at this time of the year there are many great deals for houses and the prices are just within my price range.�
�I loved the catalog with all of the descriptions and details for the houses. They were beautiful. The lawn was just perfect on that two story ranch!�
Harry�s ears perked up at this. He knew that his uncle had just gotten a raise at that damned drill company of his but he didn�t think that the amount was enough for the man to warrant the man to buy a house.
�Neighborhoods in that area are top notch, too. High-class blokes with money. Good sort of atmosphere for our son to be in. It�s who you know that matters, right Dudley?�
MUNCH CHOMP �Yes�MUNCH�Dad.�
�Maybe you�ll get recognized by some of our new neighbors there and you�ll get another job. People with money always want someone with good skills like you. Good with your hands, good with your brain; that�s the sort of thing that lot prefers,� Petunia gushed.
Harry swore that if Vernon�s chest expanded anymore than it already had with selfish pride that he�d burst the buttons off his jacket. The man was just red in the face with arrogance. It made Harry sick.
�Now, now, Pet; lets not get ahead of our selves here,� the hefty man chortled loudly. �Even though I�m sure that anyone would want my services as their own, we don�t even know if we want that house yet. It all depends on the price.�
Harry�s curiosity was too much for him. �Uncle Vernon, are you planning on moving soon?� This comment seemed to have given Harry�s uncle another chance at gloating so the man replied haughtily, �Yes we are. I just got a raise from the company and I was thinking that it�s time for us to get out of this crummy neighborhood and get more of the better things in life. Your aunt and I have a meeting with the realtor this morning at a quarter to twelve so you need to hurry up with your eating so we can get to the house showings on time.�
Harry�s eyes widened slightly; the fact that his relatives might be moving must have put them in a very good mood to be doing their own chores and such with forcing Harry do them. �Good, now I�ll have some time to take out my holiday work,� he thought to himself �That is if Dudley decides to get out of the house for some reason.�
�So, Dad� Dudley piped up as he reached for his third helping of bacon, �Out of the catalogue, what is your favorite house?� Vernon smiled at his son and Harry winced as bacon flew out of the boy�s mouth and landed on his French toast. �I like the one that�s close to my office, on Burlington Avenue��
Harry looked back down at his plate with distaste at the food that was now covered with his portly cousin�s chewed-up food and pushed backwards from the table, gathering his plate. He walked towards the counter and set the dishes down near the sink and proceeded to scoop the uneaten food into the garbage.
�You�re not planning on throwing that away are you?� Petunia asked her voice cold. �I wasted perfectly good food on you and you don�t even eat it. We didn�t even yell at you for not waking up early enough to cook breakfast and this is how you repay me? What is it, our food isn�t as good as the slop they feed you at that freak school?�
Harry bristled in anger and clutched the plate, his knuckles paling in response to the tight grip. His uncle noticed his anger and sneered nastily at him. �It� all right, Pet; just make him clean the dishes instead and I�ll give him some extra chores. We need to leave now anyway, its takes nearly half an hour to get there with all of this morning�s traffic.� Vernon�s chair squealed loudly as he pushed back from the table and set his pate down in the sink. Dudley stuffed the rest of the bacon into his mouth and chucked the plate at the back of Harry�s head. Harry winced as the ceramic crashed to the floor, shattering into little pieces.
�BOY!!!!� Vernon roared stomping loudly back into the kitchen. �What the bloody hell have you done now?� Petunia swept in after him and gasped loudly at what she saw. �That was one of the plates my mother gave me, you ungrateful wretch! How dare you!� she screeched.
�Instead of screaming at me for something that I didn�t do why don�t you yell at your precious little sod of a son Dudley? He�s the one who threw the damned thing at me in the first place!�
Vernon�s face was rapidly turning purple and he was shaking with rage. He reached out and grabbed Harry roughly by the collar and slammed him back into the counter. Harry ignored the pain and stared right back at his uncle his anger covering his fear and pain. Enough was enough.
�We�ve had this talk before, you ungrateful son of a bitch; we take you into our home when we should have left you on the streets and starve. We give you clothes and food, a roof over your head and this is how you thank us?� He punched Harry in the jaw and the boy�s head snapped back and hit the wall behind him, the force behind his uncle�s strike was so powerful. �We should throw you out right now, especially with that Lord Voldy-thingy sending his dismembers after you and hurting Dudley!� He hit Harry again and dropped him on the hard linoleum floor.
�Ooh, hit him again Dad!� Dudley laughed, the cruel sadistic bastard that he was. If Harry hadn�t of been so disoriented by his had smashing against a wall he would have glared at him. Vernon turned away from the boy and stomped back out of the room Dudley by his side. Petunia gazed silently at Harry for a few seconds with an unreadable expression before turning away from him and following her husband out of the room.
Harry rose shakily from the floor and winced as he noticed that when he fell he had landed directly in the pile of plate shards. His legs had a few gashes and they bled through the baggy material of his pants. He heard the front door open and his relatives step out.
�I left you a list of chores, Freak. They had best be finished before we get back or else.� The door slammed loudly and Harry heard another fragile item crack as it fell from the tremble of the slam.
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Harry pulled a T-shirt on over his head and bent down to check that his bandages were still in place. After cleaning up the mess that his uncle had made, he had taken a shower enjoying the feel of hot water against his skin and running through his hair. His door had been locked for most of the week and he hadn�t had any time to escape except for chores. Afterwards, he had applied bandages to his wounds, which weren�t as deep as he had initially thought. He pulled on some pants that he had Transfigured to fit him before school ended, glanced in the mirror at his unruly hair and walked out of his room and walked grudgingly down the steps.
�Let�s see,� he murmured reading over the list of chores that Vernon had left him to do. ��Trim hedges, wash siding, clean gutters,� I already did that a week ago, what�s he playing at?� Harry crumpled up the slip of paper and stalked into the kitchen reaching for a broom to clean up the dirt from the potted plant that his uncle had managed to break when he slammed the door. He noticed that it was a particularly ugly vase that his Aunt Marge had given to Petunia a few years ago. Truth to be told, Harry was glad that it was broken. He hated that woman.
As Harry knelt down to scoop up the dirt and clay, he heard a loud rumbling sound from the fireplace. The room began top shake and Harry jumped up as quickly as his injured legs would allow and he backed away, dustpan held out in front of him like a weapon. Suddenly a bright burst of light exploded from the fireplace and the sound of coughing and sputtering could be heard. As the chimney soot and dirt cleared Harry was surprised and pleased to see his best mate, Ron Weasley step out of the pile of ashes and begin to dust himself off.
�Ron!� Harry laughed setting down the dustpan and walking over to his friend to help him get the soot off of his clothes. The effort was futile however. Ron sneezed loudly and swore in irritation as he looked back into the fireplace.
�Don�t those bloody Muggles ever lean out that hellhole? It�s absolutely filthy!� Ron dusted the soot out of his flaming hair and walked farther into the living room. He winced as he stepped in some of the broken shards of the vase that had been forgotten after his loud entrance.
�What happened here?� Ron asked curiously. Harry shrugged his shoulders. �Vernon got angry and slammed the door. He made me clean it up. Thanks to you though I have more to clean.� Ron smiled apologetically at his friend and knelt to pick up the fallen broom and began to sweep.
�Just to make it up to you, I don�t mind cleaning this up.� He turned his back to Harry and began to sweep. �You�d best be going to get your stuff so we can to back to Grimwald Place.� Harry started and turned back around to look at his friend. �I can leave? I thought that I had to stay here all summer, that�s what Dumbledore always tells me.� Harry spat with a hint of bitterness in his tone. He still hadn�t forgiven Dumbledore for keeping him in the dark all last year. It had hurt him more than helped him. Losing Sirius was also part of that bitterness and even thought he knew that it was partially his own fault, he would most likely never forgive his headmaster for what he had done.
�Well since we couldn�t send letters from the Headquarters we due to being discovered an Dumbledore�s orders he decided to let you spend the remainder of your summer with us! Sirius left the Manor to you anyway so we�re just finishing the rest of the cleaning. Besides the Order still has meetings there.� Ron went back to sweeping. �Now go upstairs and get your stuff, we need to get back.�
Harry didn�t need to be told twice; he bounded up the steps and ran into his room crawling under the bed to reach under the floorboards to get out what his relatives hadn�t locked away. He smiled as he pulled out his holiday work and his wand along with a small bag. He walked back towards the door and picked up Hedwig�s empty cage, he had sent the owl to the Weasley�s just in case Vernon�s rage at Harry caused him to injure the snowy owl.
As Harry walked back down stairs he reached into his bag and looked for the handy pocketknife that his godfather had entrusted him with. He smiled sadly as his hand closed over the smooth surface of the handle and found a lock pick. He walked to the cupboard and opened the rusty lock. The small door squeaked as it swung open and Harry reached inside to grab his trunk and broom. He kicked the door shut and walked back into the living room where Ron had just finished sweeping the floor.
�Cleaning without magic sure is annoying. I don�t know how Muggles can stand it.� The redhead set the broom down and reached into his pocket for a small pouch. He undid the tie and pulled out a small pinch of green powder. Harry sighed as his friend poured some of the dust into his hand. He didn�t particularly enjoy traveling by Floo; he was still sore about the incident from second year�
�Remember Harry, slowly and clearly,� Ron sniggered as Harry walked past him into the fireplace. Harry smacked Ron on the back of the head and dodged the redhead�s retaliation. As soon as Harry turned forward a large amount of ashes tumbled onto his hair. Coughing he called out his destination.
�Number�cough�Twelve Grimwald Place!�
In a swirl of bright green fire, Harry disappeared. He covered his eyes and mouth in a poor attempt to keep all of the offending dirt out of his eyes. Before he knew it he was tumbling out of the fireplace into the sitting room of his godfather�s inherited mansion.
�Nice entrance, Potter,� a cool and familiar drawl sounded from somewhere in front of Harry. Harry looked up and before he could focus his attention on the owner of the voice his trunk, book bag, and Firebolt came crashing in after him. They landed directly onto his back and head. Harry yelled loudly in pain and dragged himself out from under the offending items. Laughter reached his ears and he looked up a glare of death already settled onto his face.
Harry�s glare instantly disappeared when he met the eyes of Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin King sat on a couch that was in front of the fireplace his sides shaking as the blond howled with laughter. Harry stood up and angrily snatched up his truck and threw his bag over his shoulder before picking up his broom. He glowered at Draco until he stopped laughing and looked up at Harry tears of mirth in his eyes.
�That was rich, Potter. First you tumble head first out of the fireplace and then your stuff pummels you straight in the head. Bloody hilarious! That�s the best laugh I�ve had all week!� Draco started laughing again but with a bit less vigor. Harry rolled his eyes and tapped his foot impatiently on the wooded floor waiting for the boy to stop mocking him.
�Okay, okay, that was funny, ha, ha. Can you please explain why you�re in here? What happened, did the Order find you and they dragged you Voldemort-robe-kissing-arse down here?�
Draco immediately sobered up and rose gracefully to his feet. He stood directly in front of Harry and noticed with some distain that the Golden Boy had grown a few inches and the two teens were now equal in height. �No, for your information Potter, Severus brought me here.� He held up a hand as Harry opened his mouth to protest. �My father decided that it was time for me to receive the Dark Mark and I told him that I didn�t want it. We argued and then my father beat me, saying that I had no right to refuse something that he�s been teaching me my whole life to follow. Then hit used the Cruciatus Curse on me for fifteen minutes.� Draco stepped back and looked away from Harry. The boy was speechless, he had thought that Draco would accept the Mark as soon as possible and join that damned father of his with Voldemort killing Muggle-borns.
�I know that you probably think that I�m lying about this, but I do mean it. I never wanted to follow in my father�s footsteps. I just went along with what he wanted me to do because that�s what he expected.� He looked back into Harry�s eyes and stared at him intently. �One of the reason that I asked you to be my friend in first year was to get close to you and find out your weaknesses so I could tell Father so he could report back to Voldemort. The main reason was that I really did want to be your friend, but when you rejected me, I just massacred you with my resentment. I couldn�t stand the fact that you were the first person to resist me and go against what I wanted, selfish, yes I know,� he said at the look on Harry�s face.
�Don�t worry, I�ve matured quite a bit, especially after this year.� Harry nodded and noticed that Draco was swaying on his feet and caught the other boy�s arm before he collapsed. He helped him sit back down on the couch remembering that he had been under the Cruciatus Curse for a quarter of an hour. Draco smiled gratefully and looked out of a window next to the fireplace.
�I never really meant of the things I did to you and your friends, but it seemed that you disliked me as much as I acted to dislike you so after a while I began to dislike you all if only a little.�
Harry smiled and good-naturedly shoved the blond boy as he gave Harry a look of annoyance. �I think you�re going soft, Draco. Normally you would never say something like that.� Draco opened his mouth to utter an uncouth remark until he saw the teasing smile on Harry�s face. He smiled back slightly and punched Harry back.
�I�m surprised that you�re taking this so well, Harry. I could be just sticking lies up your arse and you would never know.� Draco simpered. �It doesn�t take you a long time to trust people, Potter, especially since you called me Draco.�
Harry laughed. �Well that�s your name isn�t it? Since I called you Draco, you should call me Harry.� The blond surveyed Harry with interest before nodding. �Okay, then�Harry.� Said wizard smiled and held out his hand to help the other boy up. Draco took it and both of them looked to wards the fireplace as Ron came in, cursing loudly as he tried to get sot out of his eyes.
�Took you long enough, Weasley. Harry and I settled our differences and you still took all of that time to get here. Did you get lost?� Ron frowned at Draco and pushed past the boy into the kitchen. �Shove off, ferret,� he snarled as he stomped off, a long trail of ashes following him. Harry raised an eyebrow at his new friend as Ron walked off.
�I guess that you haven�t won Ron over yet?�
�Nope.�
Hermione�s brushy head poked around the corner and she flew into the room throwing herself into Harry�s arms and laughing. �Harry!� she cried in delight as she hugged him. Harry beamed as he squeezed the girl back. Hermione let go and smiled at both boys and proceed to tell Harry about the things that he had missed.
�Professor Dumbledore sent us a letter saying that he wanted us to stay here until further notice because this is one of the safest places other than Hogwarts to hide. We�ve been staying here, Ron, Draco, and I and some Order members. Mrs. Weasley, and Professors Lupin and Snape have been here too. Mr. Weasley is still at the Burrow and Ginny is there too. They�re just staying at the house for a while. Professor Moody is here as well.�
Harry and Ron snorted at that. Hermione�s referring of Remus and Alastor as professors and the fact that the ex-Auror was there. He was probably driving the occupants of Grimwald Place up the wall. Harry frowned at Hermione�s mention of Snape. The professor and he had never been on friendly or respectful terms at all, but ever since the incident with the Pensive it had gone from bad to worse. The older wizard had been furious at Harry and every time Harry was in his presence Snape would give him a glare that could make Hell freeze over. He wasn�t exactly looking forward to see his stoic professor with the event still fresh in both of their minds even thought Harry was sure that none of them would ever forget.
As if on cue Snape stalked into the room, his ever present robes billowing out behind him dramatically. His carriage just radiated annoyance and as soon as his onyx eyes rested on Harry a sneer formed on his face and his expression became icy cold.
�Well, Potter, it seems that all of that noise from earlier was your doing? I�m surprised that the chimney didn�t fall down from that racket you caused.� His eyes trailed over Harry�s form and his lips curled into a distasteful frown of disgust. �And you managed to bring in nearly all of the soot from the fireplace that accumulated over the centuries with you as well?� Harry turned slightly red in embarrassment and anger. He wanted to hex that greasy bastard and his fury must have shown through his appearance because Draco and Hermione held onto Harry�s arms to hold him back as the teen�s hands gripped his wand that resided in his pocket.
Snape raised a thin eyebrow in interest before seemingly noticing Draco for the first time. He strode over to his godson and gripped the boy�s arm. �You shouldn�t be out of bed. You�re still recovering from that nasty go Lucius pulled on you. Go on upstairs.� The wizard�s face revealed nothing but his eyes showed his concern for Draco. It was interesting to see any sort of emotion in the man�s eyes save absolute loathing.
�All right, Severus,� Draco mumbled. He swayed slightly on his feet but moved towards the stairs. Harry followed his to place his things in a room upstairs and to talk with Draco a little more. He could feel Snape�s cold stare burning holes in his back. He ignored it and placed a hand on Draco�s back to steady him as the two made their way upstairs.
They reached the landing to the second floor and walked down the hall and turned to the right. Draco walked ahead of Harry and motioned to a door that was slightly ajar. �This is my room but you can share it if you�d like.� Harry glanced at Draco and smiled slightly before pushing the door open with his foot and walking inside. Two beds at opposite corners of the room stood there with curtains. Harry let his things fall to the floor next to his bed and watched Draco as the blond sat down on his bed and fluffed the pillows.
�So Draco how did Snape find you and bring you here? I�m sure that he wasn�t just standing around watching your father torture you.� Draco rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at Harry before laying back down on his bed.
�Well you�d better not tell anyone this but Severus taught me how to Apparate illegally last summer�
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�Well Hello Harry dear!� Mrs. Weasley said warmly. She enveloped Harry into a tight hug and held him out at arms length. �You�re still looking too thin, dear, good thing there�s some food left over from lunch.� The warmhearted woman set out to fix Harry a plate of food and Hermione and Ron chortled behind their hands as their friend�s plate was loaded with food that even all three of them couldn�t finish. Molly just bustled around the kitchen and hummed happily to herself. Then Remus entered the room and his face brightened when he saw Harry.
�Remus!� Harry exclaimed hugging his godfather�s best friend. The older wizard hugged Harry back and when the two pulled back Harry could see that his friend was looking slightly peaky. The full moon was approaching. The four companions sat down at the kitchen table and talked quietly while Molly made Harry�s plate of food.
�Well, it�s the Potter boy!� Alastor �Mad-Eye� Moody clunked into the room his wooden leg creating a loud thump and came up behind Harry and thumped him roughly on the back. Harry grimaced and Remus� eyes crinkled with amusement. �So you got here in one piece, eh? I tried to talk these ones into gathering the Order to come collect you nut they said it was too much trouble. Well at least you got here in one piece.�
Harry smirked and shook his head as the grisly ex-Auror turned away from him and started to talk to Molly about the possibility that that �Junior Death Eater� might have poisoned the food. He still didn�t trust Draco along with Ron. Harry couldn�t really blame them, but something about the other boy made Harry want to trust him.
The quiet atmosphere in the kitchen remained that way until the house began to rumble and plates and other fragile things began to shatter and fall off of the shelves. Harry quickly pulled out his wand along with his friends and the adults in the room even though they were still underage and not allowed to use magic. It felt like there was a magic surge traveling through the house. The rumbling increased its strength and windows shattered as well. Hermione screamed and Ron dragged her down onto the floor. Harry toppled over and his wand flew out of his hand and clattered under the table.
A sudden burst of blue light exploded from the sitting room and Molly, Remus, and Moody ran out into the room first ready to defend the children. Snape was pointing his wand at the light that was pooling out of a hole in the center of the floor. He was yelling something but no one could hear him over the rumble. The light grew in intensity and soon everyone had to cover their eyes less they be blinded. Just as soon as it became unbearable it disappeared and a lone figure stood in its place. A source-less wind whipped around the room causing the person�s robes to swirl around them in a unearthly way. Their magical aura glowed brightly and the magic rendered all of them powerless.
Hermione tugged frantically onto Harry�s sleeve. �They got inside despite all of the wards put onto this house. Even Professor Dumbledore would have trouble getting in!� Hermione said in a rushed whisper. Harry and Ron held out their wands ready for anything, even if they had to perform illegal magic.
The entire room was silent. There was no movement except for the figure�s cloak, which still swayed around them. A few more minutes passed until they raised one slender hand to point straight at Harry. The boy�s expression grew guarded and Hermione and Ron stood in front of him.
�Your Fate has been decided and there is no going back��

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CLIFFHANGER!!!! Not the best but I had to stop it there.
I hope that this chapter was interesting enough for everyone. I made it longer, YAY-ness. Anyway, Chapter 2 was halfway done before Chapter 1 had even started so it�ll be out soon.
I�m going to wait a few days until I post it. From previous experiences if you post a lot of chapters at once sometimes you don�t get as many reviews.
I went with my longings to make Draco on the �Side of the Light�. He�ll be slightly OOC, but for the main part he�s still himself. I had to go back in my books and make sure I got everyone�s personality right, especially Snape�s and Draco�s.
I�m kind of looking for at least ten reviews a chapter until I update again. Please?
I�ll see you in Chapter 2
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