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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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*Awooga* Grossness in this chapter! *Awooga*

Chapter Twenty-Four - Don't Let Me Die Here

Severus paused, trying to remember the lies he had prepared. Above him, Voldemort hissed and urged, 'My Severus, I am yet to decide upon your punishment for your tardiness. Upset me with your response and the consequences will be truly painful. Please me with your answer and I shall reward you.'

Great! I get to either be tortured or face fucked!

'My Lord,' Snape began, mentally crossing his fingers and asking for forgiveness, 'I believe the culprits are those foolish children whom last year dared to face you at the Ministry of Magic - the so-called 'Dumbledore's Army'. I wished to question them, but knew what pleasure you would derive from their suffering, and therefore have waited.'

The hand on his head tightened. 'You know where these children are? They are not hidden away somewhere secret?' the Dark Lord sounded deeply concerned.

'They are not hidden, my Lord.' Severus was puzzled, why this concern about a hidden group? Did he suspect Harry, Granger and Weasley's presence?

A soft sibilant sigh escaped the other. 'Good. I was sure that I alone knew all the secrets that Hogwarts held, and I was correct.' There was a pause. 'I must confess myself puzzled by your unwillingness to tackle these children? Is it because they are children that you hesitate? You, hesitate? You, who has always been my loyal servant?'

It was clearly a request for Severus to re-affirm his devotion to his master, and he prepared to do so. He glanced up, black eyes filled with a desire to please the other. 'My Lord, I wish only to fulfil your needs, to ensure your happiness. I thought you would enjoy using your subtle powers upon these children ' perhaps even bring them over to our side. Something which I know I am not capable of doing. But you, my Lord, are. You could show them that your way is the only way for wizard kind.' He had let a note of adoration enter his voice, and Voldemort caught it.

'My most loyal subject.' His free hand moved from the arm rest and began moving his robes free of his cock. 'I believe you can fulfil a need I possess.' He tugged his length free and Severus crawled between his spread legs.

As he began working at the twitching shaft, Snape only hoped Harry was well.

***

In the Room of Requirement, Harry was being violently sick.

Ron was disappearing the vomit as quickly as possible, whilst Hermione dodged the splatters and tried to question her friend.

'Have you eaten or drunk something?' she queried, knowing full well he hadn't.

Harry's answer consisted mostly of 'NuuuuuUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!' and Ron danced out of the way, muttering 'Ew! Gross!' as he magicked the latest sick away.

He hung his head limply over the side of his bed, tears streaming down his face, lank black strands of hair clinging to his sweaty pale face. He was shaking all over, teeth chattering, his hands were clenched in the sheets, and they too were juddering. 'GuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHhhhhh uh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGG!' He vocalised as he emptied what was left of his stomach contents.

He gasped for breath and heaved dryly and unproductively for a few more minutes. At last, still shaking, he rolled, with a groan, onto his side, and pushed at the locks of hair clinging around his eyes.

'Se-Severus,' he panted.

Both Hermione and Ron froze. Had the worst happened? Was the man dead? Ron couldn't really summon up much sorrow for the greasy git, but Hermione was upset. She saw how attached Harry was (once again) to the teacher and hoped everything would be okay.

'I can... I can see what he's seeing.' Harry's tone was filled with wonder, but also disgust. 'And I know how he's feeling. It's like a mini tv in my head.' He paused, eyes rolling upwards for a moment, 'It's gone now. Like it's been switched off.'

Hermione nodded, as though satisfied. Ron just looked confused. 'So, what upset you?' she asked gently.

Harry shook his head gingerly. 'No,' he gulped, stomach churning uneasily, 'I don't think it's wise to talk about.'

She nodded again. 'Ok,' she agreed, 'But have you learnt anything we could use to destroy You-Know-Who?'

Harry rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. At last he spoke slowly, 'Voldemort knows of a secret room here at Hogwarts, and it contains something important to him. I don't know what it is though. Or where the room is.'

Hermione sighed and tutted rather pointedly.

'What?' the black haired boy asked, utterly bemused.

Somehow reigning in her exasperation, Hermione said sarcastically, 'Oh, I don't know. How about he's on about this room? He hid something here years ago, and ...' she trailed off as a worrying thought occurred.

'Hang on,' Harry sat up, 'If he is on about this room, and it is a big if, won't he check up on whatever it is?'

Hermione started chewing her lip, 'And if he does that, and can't get in, he'll know his hiding place isn't secure, and he'll somehow manage to get in and kill us.'

'Ah.' said Ron, eyes scared.

Harry's response was rather more explosive: 'Shit!'

***

After much discussion, it was agreed that Ron would go out into the castle, under the cloak of course, and ask Dobby if there was somewhere else they could hide.

'Be careful!' Hermione said almost menacingly, as she helped him pull the cloak over.

Looking rather pale, he disappeared.

***

'Dobby?' Ron called softly, but there was no noise to tell him that the other had apparated to his side. 'Dobby!' his voice became slightly louder, but still there was no response.

'The elves can't answer,' a floating female ghost said, 'Your 'Dark Lord' has prevented it.'

Ron gave vent to a string of profanities. The ghost looked disgusted. 'Sorry,' he apologised, 'But, it's really important we find somewhere to hide. Somewhere safe.'

The spirit bobbed in the air momentarily. 'There is a secret room, so secret that none knows of it,' she admitted, 'but I will only tell you where it is if you answer me a riddle, so that I see you are worthy of the knowledge.'

Ron groaned inwardly, it was Hermione who was good at this sort of stuff.

'What is the start of the train
The very centre of alight
The letter that links target and aim
and half of a rat but no parasite?'

He gulped. It made no sense whatsoever to him. 'Er, could I have that a bit slower?' he asked, frighteningly aware that the Dark Lord was in the school and after his friend.

She wafted past on a breeze before returning to swirl around him. She repeated the first line.

'Can I have a clue?' Ron asked, utterly desperate, after he had racked his brains for several minutes.

She nodded before adding, 'It is something you wear, but will not keep you hot.

It is designed to be seen, admired or not.'

'Oh, er...' Ron puzzled for a few minutes before adding, 'Oh, hell!'

--Still waiting for people to work out the key information that was given last chapter! And to add to that, a BIG cookie to whoever gets the riddle first.

And yes, I know we're still waiting to find out why Harry convulsed a couple of chapters ago. I haven't forgotten, I just enjoy the torment! SP
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