The Nothing I've Become (Areas of Expertise II) | By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 18628 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Hiya! I wasn't expecting to update this tonight, but it just wanted to be written! All that is left now is the pre-written chapters, which need a bit of editing, but this story is, in essence, finished! *breathes huge sigh of relief* I wanted to thank everyone right now for joining me for this ride. A new idea is already bubbling away in my head begging to be written.
As I said before, if you want to be notified of updates, let me know your email address. SP
Chapter Thirty - (I Can't Wake Up)
He was lying face down on the ground again. He felt very slightly nauseous but imagined returning from the dead might have that effect.
He had expected to hear cheers at his death, but instead there was the sound of panicked Death Eaters all talking at once.
'That will do,' said Voldemort's voice, rather weaker than normal, but it still instantly commanded respect from his followers.
Harry stayed face down, but opened his eyes to see the other getting shakily to his feet.
'The boy, is he dead?' the Dark Lord asked, wrenching his arm free of Bellatrix's hand.
None of the Death Eaters approached Harry.
A breeze stirred the grass upon which Harry lay, catching his hair and lifting it to expose the famous scar.
Harry steeled himself and simply stood up, green eyes determined, no expression on his face, even as the Death Eaters gasped and stared at him.
Voldemort's lipless mouth twisted in anger. 'You...' he snarled.
'Me,' Harry agreed, stepping forward, closer to his enemy.
'This time you shall die.' The Dark Lord hissed.
Harry rolled his eyes. 'You don't get it, do you, Tom? You can't win!'
Voldemort snarled and jabbed Dumbledore's wand towards Harry. 'You see this? This is the most powerful wand in the world. It was that fool's Dumbledore's, then passed to Snape, and I defeated him for it. It is now mine. You have survived by accident so far, but no longer.'
'Accident?' The Boy-Who-Lived scoffed. 'Accident that my Mother gave her life for me? Accident that I chose to face you year after year? Accident that I faced you this time, prepared to die?'
The pale skinned thing that had once been a man glowered. 'It was accident. You cannot keep surviving.'
'No, you cannot keep surviving. The Elder wand, which you must have taken from Dumbledore's tomb, belongs to Severus Snape. You may think that you defeated him, but you failed. He still lives. And, Dumbledore's death was planned. Severus killed Dumbledore because he was dying from a curse anyway. Dumbledore always intended Severus to own the wand, and as it was freely given, none but he is truly its master. You cannot own that wand, nor can any other. Except one. Severus has ownership ' freely given ' of the Elder Wand. As much as it can belong to anyone, it belongs to him.'
Harry felt a surge of strength within him and knew Severus was safe. 'And,' he said musingly, 'by extension, that makes it belong to me.'
With barely a sound, he lifted his own wand and pointed it at Voldemort. 'Accio Elder wand.' He whispered.
It flew across the expanse of grass into Harry's outstretched hand. He closed his fingers around it with a pleased smile on his face.
Wandless, the most evil wizard of recent times screamed in rage. 'How dare you?!' He shrieked, red eyes glowing dangerously.
Harry spoke softly, but his voice sounded easily across the suddenly still lawn. 'It was your fault my daughter died. It was your fault Dumbledore was killed. It was your fault that Sev had to do things that make me feel sick just to think of. It was your fault that he was attacked by Nagini. And it was your fault that you always underestimated Love magic.'
A snort erupted from the other. 'Love magic?! That pathetic idea of Dumbledore's again?'
'I own this wand as Severus and I love one another. I belong to him, and he, more importantly, belongs to me. The wand recognises Severus' essence on me, in me.' He saw Voldemort's look of horror and smiled. 'Yes, we all tricked you. Severus was the father of my daughter. He and I lived together for nearly a year, in the room you thought none knew of! And he knew I was hiding at Hogwarts, and never betrayed me. He was never your man, Tom, he was Dumbledore's. He was mine.' A fierce possessiveness came through in Harry's last emphasised word.
'Give me your wand!' snapped Voldemort, and Bellatrix hurriedly passed hers to him.
Foolishly, he raised the borrowed wand, taking aim at the boy daring to still stand in front of him.
'Tom, don't.' Harry said, sounding serious. 'Your soul is fractured. In fact, all but one piece has been destroyed. Try and understand what you have done. Try and feel remorse.'
The older wizard gave a mirthless laugh, which was echoed by his sycophants. 'Remorse?' he scorned, 'For what?'
He straightened his arm, the wand directly aimed at Harry's forehead. 'Your Mudblood mother isn't here to save you this time, Potter. Avada Kedavra!'
***
The Aurors approached the school warily. There were still some Death Eaters on the grounds, valiantly (or stupidly) fighting when their master lay dead and cold on the grass.
Harry had simply lifted the Elder Wand and cast Protego. The Killing Curse had bounced off his shield and boomeranged back upon its sender. His face was flushed, his eyes glittering with triumph.
Aurors ran onto the grounds, surrounding the body, arresting the Death Eaters near the corpse, and they formed a protective ring around Harry, when all he wanted to do was go in and find Severus. Tell him everything, although he was sure the older man already knew.
The link between them was strong. He could feel his magic flowing from him to Severus, as the other began the long hard process of healing.
***
Hours passed.
Harry screamed in frustration when he was forced up to the Hospital Wing to be checked over by one of Medi-Witches the Aurors had brought with them. He struggled in their grip, irritated at their constant probing and prodding.
'Where's Severus?' he asked time and time again.
Invariably, the grim answer came back, 'He'll be here soon enough.'
Their expressions made Harry's stomach churn.
And suddenly, Harry felt him. A presence nearing him. An unhappy, uncomfortable presence, holding his anger in, but close to exploding.
'Sev?!' Harry yelled as he saw the other stagger in, Aurors holding him up, faces angry and disgusted. They roughly shoved Severus into the room, and he tripped over his blood stained robes and slammed into the floor, his pale face paler than normal.
'Don't talk to that murderer!' One Auror at Harry's side snapped, his wand pointed straight at the fallen man.
Anger flooded Harry. Whether it was his own, or Severus' he neither knew nor cared. But he pushed HARD at those blocking his way and ran over to his partner.
'Severus?' he asked, eyes worried. 'Are you all right?'
A rasping voice came back, 'I was bitten by a giant snake, you brat, do you think I'm all right?'
Harry felt a smile split his face, even as tears spilled down his cheeks. 'Git.' He muttered softly, and helped Snape up. He moved away once Severus had his feet under him, although he followed the older man closely until he was safely settled onto a bed.
'He's a traitor.' One incredibly dense (and incredibly ugly) Auror said stubbornly.
'He's a hero.' Harry snapped. 'Get out. All of you, get out!'
They were all surprised by his outburst, but, muttering amongst themselves, one by one they left the ward.
Harry waited until the very last one had vanished from sight before he pulled Severus into his arms. 'If you ever try and leave me again, I'll kill you!'
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