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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36380 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N~ So here we are, more angst and fun details… I can’t believe I have surpassed 100 review… I am so honored.. Thank you all for reading… I love reviews… and sometimes I get inspired too for small elements… A part of this chapter was inspired by djaddict… not saying what scene… but well I tried again. Oh and I hate seeing my story fall so far from the top… so you can bet I’ll try to write faster to update quicker...lol
Meechypoo - Hope you like this next chapter… you are right about your train of thought… Though that is in a future chapter…
ChaosLady - Than you… yes they do… but he is still trying to control them.. but the extreme emotions are part of being blessed by Gaia.
Roosencrantz - I am glad you liked it… as to your nitpick… well I actually looked this up. And I write in the style that keeps with British word choices as best as I can. So we are both correct. In the US, it would be the second floor. In the US we have the basement, first floor, second floor etc. In the UK they have basement, ground floor, first floor, second floor etc. So for the US it is the second floor, for the UK it is the first. Hope that clears it up.
Ciara_D - She has her place… and well a place in the future… and more to come with her in later chapters.

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Chapter 23 - Family and Fights

“I can’t believe what that bug wrote about you...The Prophet is going too far attacking your credibility Harry!” Hermione was red faced as she ranted about the latest article in the paper. Harry was being targeted on a smear campaign. He was sure the Minister had a hand in it, but he just smiled back at her. Dejavu was one thing… it was another to learn one’s lesson and get in between Hermione and her rant...He would at least keep his dignity this time around and not be blind sided.
“Well you did figure out she had an illegal animagus form...Use that and sweeten the deal by offering her an exclusive interview with yours truly” Harry said with a smile, “No pictures though… I want that outlined up front.”
Hermione’s grin was almost feral. He always knew she had an inner cat or something, her claws might be small but they were sharp. She whirled around and left the classroom in a hurry...He regretted it already, but he knew that another part of his life was unfolding as it should.
The High Inquisitor, Madam Bones, had made some changes within Hogwarts, for the better he supposed. The Divination classes had been divided up, after Firenze had been acquired to teach. Trelawny was agitated to share her classes, but Harry had calmed her. Letting her know that opening the minds of the children to other avenues would earn more respect for the entire area of expertise. Of course she still maintained being disgruntled, but it was softer and less vocal… She also suggested that other Professor’s consider the desk charm Harry applied in his classroom. The rules for the dress code were enforced, as was the behavior policy. Less tricks and pranks were becoming the norm. The Headmaster had been very accepting of the ideas, though the Minister made his voice clear against the appointment of the centaur. His messages to Madam Bones did not go unnoticed, long ones dropped in front of her during lunch and she moved them quietly to the left of her plate and continued eating.
With the days flowing against one another like a predictable tide, Harry had settled into a routine. He and Draco worked together on training during the weekend, even using the Potions lab at their house for some of the practical potions. Draco was a quick learner, and without all the homework, he was progressing rapidly on learning spells, counters and potions. Harry had planned on giving him a mock OWLs test near the end of February so they would know where he needed to work on things. Draco stood by while Harry practiced harnessing the powers he had already learned. Harry practiced with the fire of the earth several times, leaning on his bond with Draco to balance and protect him. He was soon able to call the fire and control it by the beginning of February.
Harry’s classes had surprised him. The younger years had brilliant responses to his query. Sure there were some who needed help with their connection of logic, but all in all they were good. His older years used a lot of the same spell and scenarios. He decided to repeat the assignment once a month. This way every student would be thinking about what they could use around them for defense. Harry’s plans for February was to start working on Magical creatures and beings. Dementors specifically for the 7th years, Vampires for 6th, Werewolves for 5th year, Goblins for 4th year, Trolls for 3rd, Giants for 2nd and Pixies for 1st. Each year will spend the entire month studying the creatures, defining their strengths and weaknesses and learn the art of dealing defensively with each one. They would also learn the culture for those that were beings and how to interact. He had procured pixies for interaction with his first years, Remus had accepted to speak to his 5th years, Griphook grudgingly agreed with a bribe of a goblin blade to talk, Hagrid would discuss giants, but Harry still needed to find speakers for the other beings. Harry would cover the dementors himself, He just needed to talk to Dumbledore about getting a Vampire or an expert on one to speak. He knew a troll in trade from his dealings at Christmas, so he would see if Heidegger would speak with his students...Intelligent Trolls were rare, but it would be worth it.
The Defense Group had progressed splendidly. They were able to cast counters quickly, healing charms were still being worked on, and Imperious resistance was included every other week. Draco, Dumbledore and Professor Snape were the only one’s close to resisting his full power curse. Dumbledore was still eyeing him and niggling him to use his full power...Harry wasn’t really ready to show that to the old man yet.
Aberforth and the Headmaster invited Harry to a few of their get togethers in Hogsmeade. It was usually full of good natured talk over students, news the Prophet was printing and such. Harry enjoyed their company, but he was beginning to wonder if his news after his task would be welcome...
It was early February during one of Harry and Draco’s private practice times that Harry felt the tell tale tingle of Lucius activating the communication coin…
Screams filled his ears, laughter followed. It was a laugher empty of real amusement, but full of evil bliss…
“Lucius, cover Bella….I am done with her for now…”
“Yes, My Lord.”
“I have a plan to hurt the golden boy once more… still no news on your son?”
“No, My Lord...My traitorous wife will not reveal his health status for me… so I do not know if the boy lived or died…”
“He did not die...I would know if he had.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Severus…”
“Yes, My lord?”
“You will find out if there are any order members watching the muggle relatives… I want to pay them a visit...Harry will have no family left when I am finished.”
“Yes, My Lord…”
“Send a message to Vincent if you can. I want him to find out who Draco influenced in my den of Snakes. He might be able to convince a few where their loyalties lie…”
“Yes, My Lord..”
Harry let himself release all emotion, and float into that dark space he hated so much. It took every ounce of power not to let his revulsion seep into his neutral presence. The images of a naked and battered, but deranged woman with dark black curls, lay on the floor. She was licking the cuts on her skin as if she were a cat licking milk.
Images of Voldemort towering over muggles, flashed with the feeling of supremacy and satisfaction, the muggles had not faces… This was just his ideas for what he wanted...More images flashed of screaming muggles, blood and green magic… Harry felt the satisfied smile creep over Voldemort.
“Dismissed… Bella...You are also dismissed…”
“But, My Lord…” There was a seductive tone to her voice.
A strangled feminine scream erupted.
“DISMISSED” Voldemort screamed
Everything was cut off as Lucius obviously broke the connection. Harry breathed again… he turned away from the questioning look of Draco and vomited. He was still heaving when he felt Draco’s hands on his back, trying to sooth him. Harry used his wand to clean everything. He turned to look at Draco. His eyes were startling to Draco. Fear, Anger and Revulsion were all there written in emerald.
“Do not go anywhere alone. I would even ask you stay in this house unless you are with me, or someone else I trust.” Harry begged.
It was not a soft plea, this was a plea from the soul. Draco knew if he disobeyed, the consequences would be tremendous and Harry would break. Usually Draco would plead his case for independence, he would fight to stay uncaged. But after the last time… he knew there was no way he could be alone… His hand came over Harry’s arm, soft and warm.
“You and me...I can’t face anyone without you. Do not worry over me. I won’t go anywhere.” Draco said, his own certainty filtering into his voice.
“I want to create a fidelius charm for our home.” Harry said, thinking hard. He knew the wards were strong, and the earth’s power would help. But this would just give him a small amount of peace.
“And our secret keeper?” Draco asked.
Harry smiled, he had the perfect being…Someone who would never give up, never give in and was unshakable and loyal to a fault. “Dobby.”
Draco looked at Harry with a questioning look.
“Dobby is an elf, everyone in the Dark Lord’s company would never think such a position would be given to one such as he. Dobby would consider it the greatest honor… and I owe him…” Harry’s eyes started to water for a moment before he breathed in and called them back.
“Of course...He was a strange elf, but good.” Draco said.
“He was the reason I was late in my second year. He tried to get me expelled…” Harry said with a smile of recollection.
Draco coughed, “And you trust him?”
Harry looked up and his eyes were bright, his smile wistful.
“He was trying to protect me from the book your father passed on. He has been attached to me since I freed him. He saved many lives… Ron, Hermione, Luna, Olivander, Griphook, and mine…” Harry explained, he let the tears fall without blinking them away this time. “He was a good elf, a friend...and like so many he died to protect me…”
Draco was sorry he asked, the pain across Harry’s face was wrenching. He reached out and hugged his dark angel.
Harry relaxed. The relaxation was only for a moment… His memories tugged at him… Well parts of his vision, replayed over in his mind.
“Did you know about this?” Ginny had asked him, pointing to a letter from Gringotts.
Harry pulled it from her fingers and looked it over. His eyebrows went up…
“No… They don’t talk to me, so how would I know. And it’s not like the money was ours anyway… if my mum set it aside for her sister, then well, that’s what it was for.” Harry exclaimed.
Ginny sighed, “I did not mean that, I meant the reasons for the divorce?”
“No...like I said they don’t talk to me.” Harry said.
“Maybe you should write her and find out… reach out Harry, you never know, she could need someone who cares.” Ginny’s voice was soft and filled with compassion.
Harry rarely felt compassion towards what was left of his family. Dudley’s parting words were really the nicest thing any of them had said to him. “I don’t think your a waste of space, Harry.”
Harry sat down and tried to write his Aunt. It was difficult. How do you start a letter telling a muggle you heard about her divorce from goblins.
He settled for a straightforward approach.

Dear Aunt Petunia,
My Condolences on your divorce from Uncle Vernon. It seems that, in light of the events, a wizarding vault with money and a small property outside of Little Whinging, was set aside for you by my mum, you sister. If you would like to accept it, please write back and I can give you directions. If you need anything else, do not hesitate to contact me.
Your Nephew,
Harry

“I hardly think you need to spell out your relation.” Ron had advised.
Harry rolled his eyes.
“I might as well, by now she probably forgot all about me. Its been 9 years.” Harry spoke with little emotion.
It had taken two days and a letter with a stamp placed awkwardly on it arrived via owl post. Harry noted the shaky writing and the return address.

Harry,
I received your letter. I don’t know what to say. I will have to accept, Vernon has given me 5 days to leave so his new girl from the office can stay here. I don’t know why I’m telling you any of this. I can’t believe I did not know sooner, I did everything he wanted… and it was not enough. I am only finding out about these women now, because he professes to love the current one. This has been going on for years. I have no where else to go...My sister must have known… I can say after all these years, I am sorry Harry...Thank you.
Aunt Petunia.
P.S. Dudley is not taking this too well…

Harry stared at the letter, a feeling of hope washed over him. Somehow could his broken family somehow be fixed? Was he a glutton for punishment for wanting it?
Harry was staring off, and a dark cloud settled over his memory. It clouded what he could see, and then there were weak stars glowing around him. He could not feel the floor he had been standing on.
Merlin came striding over the dark cloud, stepping on weak stars in his path, they shined brighter when his foot touched them.
“So much to do… Harry… Are you ready to stir up a frenzy? Ready to reveal to your enemy a power he will crave but never have?” Merlin asked, his voice surrounding Harry like the dark cloud.
Harry shivered at the idea.
“I am not sure what you mean. Does he have to know?” Harry asked.
“Now is ripe...For your plans to come to fruition, He must know the power, and want it… You will draw him to your final confrontation… But you must first showcase that which he craves.” Merlin informed him, his hand reaching out to lay on Harry’s shoulder. Confidence flooded Harry.
“I will not fail...” Harry said.
Draco noted the change in Harry. He had relaxed for a moment, then went almost limp in his embrace. Harry was somewhere else. This was not the same as when his Father used the coin. This was a journey… He was sure it was a guided journey for Harry, the blackness consumed those eyes. He looked in, wanting to see. He was surprised, he could see everything, but heard nothing. He saw an older Ginny and Ron. A letter he could not make out the words to… and then he saw a reflection of himself. Only it was not him, the man had a beard, but the features were so similar it was eery. He watched until he saw the green fill up Harry’s eyes like a glass of water.
Harry blinked for a moment, and then his eyes focused on Draco’s questioning silver gaze.
“It was Ginny, wasn’t it.” Draco asked quietly.
“Ginny what?” Harry asked considerably taken aback by the question. His mind was still reeling from what had just happened.
“She was your wife in the vision.” Draco stated as if he already confirmed it.
“Yes she was.” Harry stated, looking at his husband, and reaching for him.
“I don’t want to be jealous…” Draco started, but a feeling of overwhelming possessiveness swept over him.
Harry pulled the blond closer, “Then don’t...I have already told you...I can’t settle for normal after you.” Harry whispered the words as he pulled Draco down to his lips slowly pressing onto trembling pink ones. Harry took his time, tasting every corner of Draco’s sweet mouth. He pulled back, enjoying the dazed look in silver eyes.
“I never had this with her, or anyone. Vision or not..” Harry breathed the words over Draco’s ear as he held his husband close. He felt the blond melt in his hold. So he licked the shell of Draco’s ear and smiled when he felt the shiver.
“You are my everything, from now until the end my sweet savior.” Harry spoke, his voice sweet and full of love. He changed their positions to hover just above Draco on the couch, and kissed his husband quickly before moving over to the other side to get up.
“I’m going to have to write to my Aunt.” Harry said with an almost monotone voice. Draco sat up, looking at him puzzled.
“There has to be a connection between what I just was shown and what I heard from Voldemort’s meeting.” Harry explained. Draco moved closer, not wanting Harry to leave him yet. Harry opened up his arms.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Draco asked, leaning in Harry’s embrace and stretching out his legs a bit.
“In my Vision my mother left my Aunt a vault and a property to go to her in case she divorced. In her letter, My Aunt mentioned it had been going on for years. I think I could get Severus to help with Veritaserum and find out… Possibly… I am not sure how I could convince my Aunt to work with us… Though it seems they are the target of Voldemort’s revenge against me.” Harry said.
“Do you care?” Draco asked.
“Of course I care, they were not good to me, but I do not want them dead.” Harry knew Draco just wanted to know, but still… They were family.
“Then do it today, it is Saturday and I am sure they are home.” Draco said with a smile.
“I will. I will visit today, lets get Dobby and do the charm. Then I will go see Severus, I will need him with me for this.” Harry moved letting Draco’s head slide so the blond was laying on the couch.
Severus stumbled through the floo to his rooms his stomach ready to empty its contents.
“So the Death Eater has finally come home.” A slurred voice drawled from the dark corner of the room, “Meeting with your master go well?”
Severus look to see Sirius sway, bottle in hand and a look of pain on his face. The air felt heavy with something he could not place. The darkness was not something he was used to since Sirius stayed with him...but his eyes were adjusting.
“What is wrong with you?” Severus asked, approaching slowly. A shiver of unease crept up his spine.
“Nothing… I just came to say goodbye… I can’t be your plaything anymore.” Grey eyes so full of pain shifted around the room. Sirius’ hands were shaking as he took another drink from the whiskey bottle in his hand. Sirius’ posture was sloppy, his eyes darted around the room avoiding Severus.
Severus could feel it, pain was the power that hung over the room. It was suffocating, and cutting. His mutt evidently was drunk, and hurt. He remembered the words that had changed his world not so long ago. “I was angry, jealous, and I wanted to make you hurt like I did.”
But this time the pain was on Severus, when the words “goodbye” slipped from his lover’s mouth. He found his breath stolen, his chest frozen, his heart pounding in his ears. He wanted to shrink and fade away… But Severus did not shrink… He used all his powers of intimidation he could muster and faced the mutt who could shatter him with mere words.
“What makes you think that you are a plaything, Black?” Severus issued the question like a command. He saw a spark fly in Sirius’ grey eyes.
“I know…I know Severus... You couldn’t have Her… so you're settling for me.. and..” Sirius started to back away as Severus advanced on him. Sirius never saw the wand, only found his thoughts and memories bared before Severus instantly.
“Remus, you should let Tonks in. She is good for you.” Sirius was trying to convince Remus to finally propose, but the Werewolf was being surly.
“Like you let Snape in? Do you think he really loves you?” Remus inquired.
“Of course he does.” Sirius protested.
“Sure, a few months of good sex means you're in love.” Remus spat out.
“You know I …” Sirius started.
“I know, Sirius…” Remus interrupted, “Do you honestly think he has seen past Her for you? He was so far gone on Lily that his whole world died when she did. His heart has been cold for so long. You're just a stand in for what he hasn’t had for years. You finally confess, and you're surprised he considered it? Are you that desperate not to know he was probably desperate too? You are just kidding yourself if you think he loves you. Get out now… before it’s too late. Before he finds out why you really tricked him that night…”
“He hasn’t asked.” Sirius said, trembling now, his voice cracking.
“And you think you can tell the truth? I doubt that. When he does, do you really think he will stay?” Remus stated.
Sirius was shaking now… and sat down in the nearest chair.
“Go, Remus… I need a drink…”
“I’m just trying to make you see reality. My reality is that I won’t make her live with a werewolf that she will eventually leave… and yours… is…” Remus started.
“That I have been in love with a man who is in love with Lily...I get it.” Sirius said, his voice devoid of any emotion… it was a ghost of a voice.
Severus was stunned, he would find the memory… he knew what day...He had not thought about that day and what it could mean for Sirius and himself. He was almost reluctant to look.
He finally found the memory he was looking for…
“James…” Sirius was pleading…
“You told Snivellus what? Did you even think? he could get killed.” James shouted before getting his wand and cloak… “I know you hate him, but this is too far.”
“James listen…” Sirius moved to stop James.
“Incarcerous!” James shouted and then walked out the door.
“I wanted to save him...I needed to save him… so he could see me…” Sirius cried in an anguished whisper as his head turned to the side to hide his tears. He had not considered the true danger, because he was sure he would get there to save him… He had planned it out… he would get there just before Remus transformed, he would save Severus and then … He had not counted on James finding out. He would never convince Severus to see him now...
Severus pulled out of Sirius’ mind. He was seething. He wanted to shake Sirius and get him to see sense, he also wanted to pummel Lupin for his interference. Evidently the wolf was miserable and wanted company. Severus moved towards one of his cabinets he had not needed in a long time, and pulled out a small purple vial. He walked back to the mutt who was staring off into space, evidently still reeling from the fact Severus just entered his mind.
Severus pushed the vial into the man’s hands. “Drink” Severus ordered. Bloodshot eyes glared back at him. “NOW, before I make you.” There was a finality in Severus’ tone that would not be argued with.
Sirius was shaking, his heart shattered, his mind felt raped. He no longer cared, everything was laid bare now. He knew that somehow he had ruined everything again… only this time he had tasted glory and let it go. He drank the potion… He knew it was a sober up potion when Severus gave it to him. He just did not want the extra boost the alcohol gave him to go away. He already knew what he would feel like without it. His mind preyed upon him. He was worthless, juvenile, and definitely not Lily. How could he have ever compared. Lily was special, he was nothing. She was beautiful, compassionate, and perfect. He was broken, used and as imperfect as a person could become. He was so lost in berating himself that he did not hear Severus move closer, did not feel the hands on his shirt. The next thing he knew was that there was a searing heat mingling with a scent of bergamot and mint. His mouth was taken with a force so brutal his head hit the wall and he felt pain blossoming behind his head. His eyes flew to the fury in onyx temptation.
“Stop it mutt.” Severus whispered against whiskey stained lips.
Severus saw every emotion play across that face, based on the memories he witnessed he could guess what was going on in that mind.
“But…”Sirius started.
“NO!” Severus pressed against Sirius harder. His entire body pinned the other man hard against the wall, “You will not leave me. Not for some silly conversation with a depressed werewolf.”
“I’m not Lily… I can’t be her…” Sirius cried, tears forming from his own self-inflicted pain.
“Look at me.” Severus said, his voice pitched low, seductive and coaxing. It was like coaxing a little hurt animal to trust him.
Sirius could only comply, his was so scared to find revulsion, anger and disinterest. But all he saw was fear and anger and something else he could not put his finger on. The press of Severus’ body against his own made him heated and he started to breathe more raggedly. He did not want to be aroused when his heart hurt so bad. He cursed his body. He gasped uncontrollably when Severus nipped his neck. His body shook in response and his groin strained painfully at his trousers.
“You are not her... I would have gladly died because she was dead. But now I live everyday, for you. I go to a madman with only the thoughts of a stupid mutt to keep me from doing something stupid.” Severus spoke against Sirius neck, nipping down for punctuation.
Sirius let the words float over him, branding his heart, capturing his soul. He gasped again and again with the silk of that voice manipulating his body’s responses.
“I lived a hollow life for her memory… now I breathe each breath for you.” Severus captured a gasp he earned by lifting the mutt and pressing his erection hard into Sirius. He took his time, letting his tongue dance with his lovers. Letting their breath mingle until they were breathing as one body.
Sirius’ body was assaulted with overwhelming sensory stimulation. Severus’ scent was dizzying. When he was lifted and pressed harder into the wall, he wrapped his legs around the darker man and gasped again when He felt Severus’ need for him. His heart bore the brunt of the assault with every word, it beat faster.
Severus broke the kiss and whispered in his most seductive voice, “She was a love I never should have had. You are a man I would die every day for, if I could not love you.”
His wand hand cast a quick spell and he and the mutt just where he wanted him… panting, needy and naked. Their bodies were pressed together, Sirius’ legs were around Severus’ waist. He held on maneuvering Sirius to just the right angle, and plunged in deep as he dropped Sirius down on his length. Sirius cried out his name. Severus stilled them both, and reached with one hand to tangle in dark hair. He pulled and Sirius did not fight him, exposing his neck.
“Lily was the world to me...You are the very life in my blood.. I do not compare you… She could never measure up.” Severus breathed across his addiction.. and bit down hard. He felt the release before his ears were blessed with the heated cries. He moved then, losing himself in the tight heat of his mutt and giving over to his own bliss when Sirius’ cries turned to mewls. Their stomachs were coated a second time just as Severus whispered in Sirius’ ear and released in his personal haven.
“You are mine, mutt...Not a plaything… mine. There is no ‘goodbye’.” He said the last with a feral growl erupting from his throat. He picked Sirius up and carried them back to their bed.
Sirius was surprised by the ferocity in Severus’ voice. That voice filled him with forgotten hope. Severus’ mouth was making his thoughts hazy, and his body could not seem to stop throbbing with need. Each sentence brought Sirius closer to his sanity. He clung tighter to Severus and gasped into Severus’ mouth. He let himself go, giving himself up to Severus. He surrendered then, to Severus, to his need to believe his dark prince… He needed, and when Severus plunged into him, his body and soul felt right. There was no Sirius Black without Severus Snape. He let Severus expose his neck, his body already shaking with need. When Severus finally bit him, his world exploded behind his eyes, and he became centered. He came with the thought that he was all Severus wanted. Sirius was not even down from his bliss when Severus moved in him. Heat continued to flow as if his body had not already erupted. Each push drove him further reaching for more and he came again with Severus filling him. He could not move, and did not want to. Sirius let his soul be calmed by Severus’ words as he was carried to their bed.
“I’m sorry…” Sirius whispered against a pale shoulder…
“Go to sleep...I love you...and no more whiskey.” Severus said as he pulled his lover closer and let them fall into a steady breathing pattern and soon sleep took them both.
Severus woke hearing the offending knock… He did not want to rise from the heat of Sirius’ body. He reached for his wand, spoke a charm to speak to the intruder. “Who is it and are you dying?”
“It’s Harry… and I am not, but you know who might be...We need to talk.” Harry replied back.
Severus groaned… Damn the Dark Lord for his plots and Damn Harry for saving people… He moved slowly to get out of the bed. Then leaned over and pushed on Sirius’ shoulder…
“Your pup has arrived to bother us… Take your time… I’ll keep him busy until you are ready. Unless you want to sleep.” Severus whispered on the return grunt he received. He moved to his wardrobe and dressed quickly, used his wand to straighten everything to perfection.
He heard a whispered, “Shhh… I’m sleeping.” come from the bed and smiled. Severus went to the door of his office…
Harry greeted him with a grim smile. He ushered Harry to his sitting room, only to see the man’s eyes grow wide when it took in the corner of the room. Tables pushed out of the way, books scattered across the floor and a broken bottle on the floor.
Harry raised an eyebrow and turned to him… “Anything you need to talk about?”
Severus cleaned up the mess quickly. “Nope… just a misunderstanding that was recently cleared up.”
“Where is Sirius?” Harry asked his eyes narrowing a bit.
“Napping.” Severus said, a wicked smile firmly on his face.
“I don’t want to know…” Harry cried putting his hand out as if to stop words from reaching him.
“Sit, tell me what you know and we can discuss other things.” Severus offered motioning them to the sofas.
“I know that he wants to go after the Dursley’s, but there is another part of them I need your help with.” Harry stated.
Severus leaned forward as Harry detailed what happened in his vision and his thoughts on the plan he talked to Draco about.
“There is something else.” Harry added.
“And that would be?” Severus questioned.
“Merlin said it is time to show Voldemort my power… It will be what draws him to the final confrontation.” Harry said.
“I do not know if he plans on going himself to the Dursley’s or sending a team of Death Eaters...I will know more when I pass what Information we want him to have.” Severus explained.
“Whatever happens in the next few days, I will need to talk to Amelia. It is time she knows. Time is at hand and in a few months time, everything will be revealed.” Harry said
“Are you sure telling her is the right course of action. What if she tells the Minister?” Severus asked.
“She won’t...She is gunning for his job.” Harry said with a smile on his face.
“So when did you want to pay a visit to the Dursleys?” Severus asked, his face pinched with disgust.
“Today.”
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