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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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-- A thank you, as always, to my reviewers, even the sycophants. For those of you not in the know, don't worry about that comment. Suffice to say, a friend of mine has been flamed for agreeing with my comments about a story and has been accused of being a sycophant of some author called 'sweet puppy', whoever she is.

Now, on with the sweetness, er, sickness.

Chapter Twenty-Seven - Call My Name

Severus had left, after giving Harry a chance to pull himself together. The boy hadn't wanted Hermione or Ron to know what was upsetting him, and so Snape had stayed until Harry had had some control over his emotions.

Now though, Severus was in the headmaster's office - technically his office - bowing before Voldemort. The other had sneered at Dumbledore's portrait, although the dead wizard had ignored that and twinkled annoyingly back. The Dark Lord had deliberately placed himself behind the desk, his back to the picture of the previous head teacher and was addressing the prone figure.

' All is in readiness, my Severus. I have called my followers to me, here. It is here that the final battle will be fought and won. It is here that Harry Potter will be defeated.'

Snape swallowed but made no response.

'You doubt me?' the snake-eyed monster said musingly, stroking one long nail down his chin, 'You think he will not come? But my Severus, he is already here!'

The younger man gasped.

'Yes,' Voldemort went on, still in that contemplative tone, 'you were fooled, my Severus, by children. It was not that foolishly named Dumbledore's Army who were seeking to undermine you, and by extension, me, it was the Potter brat. Yes, he is at this school. Right now. Oh, he has hidden himself well, but not well enough.' He smiled cruelly, 'He will face me, and he will die.'

He held a wand in his hand, admiring it. He turned in his chair and directly addressed Dumbledore. 'Do you recognise this, old man? Your wand. And it is mine!' He said the last word hungrily. 'This is what will defeat Harry Potter, once I am the rightful owner of it. Sadly, much as I enjoyed desecrating your final resting place to get this, it is only mine when I defeat the one who took it from you.'

He hissed and Nagini came slithering in, black eyes fixed upon Severus, still crouching on the floor.

Voldemort stood up, wand still in his hand. 'It pains me, my Severus, indeed it does. You have served me faithfully all these years, yet sadly, there have been too many lapses. The failure to Bond, allowing Potter to be here in the castle, and lastly, failing to find him. I would have punished you, but I find I have no need.' He began hissing, venomous, and intense.

Nagini coiled closer to Severus her fangs exposed.

'My Lord!' Snape cried, wand clutched in his hand, eyes desperate, 'I ... I have served you fa-faithfully''

Nagini struck.

Her deep fangs sank into Severus' neck, closing together before ripping free. He clamped his wand hand to his neck, pressing frantically, helplessly, against his spurting wounds.

Voldemort waved a dismissive hand. 'I need to own the wand, my Severus.' With cold, emotionless eyes, he watched as Severus struggled to his feet, then slumped bonelessly to the floor. He walked away, leaving the snake still circling Snape.

***

In the Room of Requirement, Harry had just passed out. Ron and Hermione had seen him fall, and were now close around him, tugging on him and shouting at him.

They were kneeling in huge mounds of grey ash, the result of the fiend fyre they had used to destroy the three Horcruxes. The three had wisely chosen to wait outside whilst the spell worked, but now they were inside, kicking up clouds of dust. Hermione had just been about to comment on the oddity of the great amount of ash for three small items, when she had spotted Harry. He had gone white, clutched at his neck, and collapsed.

'I ... I can't feel him,' he panted, hand clamped around his neck. 'I ... I can't feel him!'

'HARRY POTTER!' the voice rang out everywhere, and suddenly every thing was still. 'My followers are approaching, even as I speak, when they arrive they will begin slowly, painfully, relentlessly, killing every child in this castle. If you do not wish that, face me! I shall wait by the lake for you. You have less than an hour to respond.' There was a ringing silence.

Harry turned a bloodless face to Hermione and Ron. 'I'll get my cloak and go,' he said, and hurried on to cover their protests. 'Look, when I've gone, you two need to find Voldemort's snake and kill it. Go the head teacher's office and get Gryffindor's sword. Just make it dead! Don't argue, there isn't time. Get everyone from the DA to help protect the school. Go to McGonagall, she'll help. Just - just, hold them off long enough, 'kay?'

Ron looked mutinous but nodded slowly.

Hermione opened her mouth to question him but he shook his head. 'No, not now. Later. I'll ... I'll explain everything after.'

She gazed at him, her throat working, but finally she agreed. 'All right,' she said, voice tight, 'but don't die on us Harry.'

He smiled, a bitter, twisted smile. 'I'll do my best.' He responded.

***

Voldemort sat comfortably in the Great Hall, surrounded by his followers. Elsewhere, he knew that the pupils and staff were mounting a foolish bid to defend themselves from the imminent attack. Still, none had been foolish enough as to attempt to attack him.

In this lull before the approaching battle, the Dark Lord pondered on the steps he had taken to bring him to this point, and mused upon the cyclical nature of life. It was here that he had begun his training as a wizard, and it was here that he would train others to follow him. Here he had once asked for a job, soon the world would beg him!

He idly stroked the arm of the chair, then realised why he was doing so: Nagini had yet to return from her task. His slit eyes narrowed. Why was she taking so long? He fretted, very slightly. After all, she contained one part of his precious soul. He felt regret; he should never have left her, but he had thought she would enjoy watching Snape thrash helplessly in his death agonies. Now though, he was concerned. She should have returned long before this. What was keeping her?

A crash pulled him from his thoughts. The giants had arrived.

Around him, his followers had jumped nervously at the noise. Calmly, the Dark Lord stood, and made his way through the entrance hall and out the front door. He moved slowly and steadily between the giants' feet making his way towards the lake. A contingent of his Death Eaters, once they had pulled themselves together, went after him.

None of them knew that Harry had beaten them to the lake. He sat in the tree his father had once sat under and watched them, ignoring the burning pain in his scar. What did physical pain matter? He could no longer feel Severus.

He would have to face the truth: Severus was gone. This thing between him and Voldemort was now personal, far more so than it had ever been even when Harry had wanted revenge for his parents. The thing on the grass nearby had been responsible, Harry was sure, for whatever had happened that was keeping Severus from him.

He refused to say the 'D' word. Severus could not be...

Anger surged through him. Voldemort would pay for what he had done. Everything.

Lightly he dropped to the ground and removed the cloak. Grim faced, determined, this boy stood under the tree, green eyes burning with his hatred for this monster who had taken everything Harry loved.

The Death Eaters panicked when they saw him this close to their master unannounced.

'Harry Potter,' the Dark Lord said.

Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One, smiled softly, nodding casually at the other, as if he were a friend. 'Tom,'
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