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Escaping This World	By : sablecurse Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 25481 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter 3 – Tear Your Little World Apart

Severus Snape was enjoying his summer free of ill-behaved little brats. He finally had time to experiment with his beloved potions; in fact, he was trying out a new way to brew the Draught of Peace as mentioned in the recent issue of The Practical Potioneer. Snape had almost completed the new method when the door to his private potions lab banged open, making him pause his stirring which turned the potion into a gloppy mess.

"Severus," Albus beamed. "Not too busy I hope."

Severus sneered at the twinkling old fool. If only Voldemort didn't make him spy, he'd leave Hogwarts and its annoying brats and old men for good. Still, he knew better than to make the headmaster angry with him. Albus handled his salary after all.

"Not anymore, Albus. What do you need?"

Albus smiled, though his eyes remained stormy. "Tell me, Severus – is there a potion that can return memories that have been lost?"

Snape took on a thoughtful look as he searched through his mental catalog of potions. "The only one I know of is the Remember All Potion, but it's usually too dangerous."

Albus's eyes brightened a little at the knowledge that a potion existed that could work. "Why is that?"

"The potion makes the drinker mentally relive every moment of their life up until the present time, but all that memory is crammed into a minute's time. It is too risky as that much mental stimulus would drive most people insane."

"How long does it take to make?"

"A little over four days. Albus, you can't seriously be thinking of using it on someone."

The twinkle in the old man's eyes dimmed as he looked at Severus. "Get to brewing it, Severus. But if it makes you feel any better, the potion is for the bane of your existence – Harry Potter. I'll expect the potion done four nights from now. Also, I want you there to administer it. Damn door handle."

Albus turned and made his way to the door. "Oh. Seeing as no one would really understand our reasons for using the potion, not a word to anyone."

When Severus was left to himself, he thought about who the potion was for. He hated the Potter brat, but the pain the potion would likely cause made him hesitate; he wasn't completely heartless. Snape decided that he would let the Dark Lord know everything and let him make a decision on what should be done.

Snape found the book the Remember All Potion was in and wrote down the ingredients, noting that he'd have to pick up a batch of rare powdered dragon horn (on the Hogwarts account, of course). If Voldemort wanted the potion brewed, better be prepared with the list of needed ingredients.

Severus pocketed the list and made his way out of the school and past the front gate. He apparated while concentrating on the Dark Mark on his forearm. Snape didn't waste any time making his way inside the manor that now acted as Death Eater headquarters – one of Lucius's many properties, he supposed. Severus went to the study Voldemort was usually in and knocked on the door.

"Enter," said a voice from inside.

Snape opened the door and went inside. He quickly closed the door before turning and bowing at the waist towards his Lord. The professor was one of the lucky few who didn't have to kiss the other man's robes.

"Severus, this is a surprise. To what do I owe this unexpected visit?"

Snape looked up at the Dark Lord. Voldemort still had the snake-like appearance, but the man's sanity had gotten better over the last year. Snape had warned Voldemort about the side-effects from that blood ritual, but his Lord was too impatient to wait while another method to bring him back was found.

"My Lord, Dumbledore has ordered me to do something that may conflict with your orders. I wanted to know what you would like me to do." Snape then told Voldemort everything he had been told, from the fact that the Boy-Who-Lived had apparently lost a great deal of memory to the side effect of the potion he had been ordered to make.

Voldemort thought out all the various actions he could take and their likely outcomes. He smiled as he arrived at his decision. "Do as Dumbledore asked. If the boy goes insane, then he is no longer a threat to me. If he doesn't, chances are he will never forgive Dumbledore for the pain the potion causes and I will worry about what threat Harry is to me then.

"Make sure to pensieve the memories of the old fool asking you for the potion though. If things go wrong and he is found out, I wouldn't put it past him to lay all the blame on you. Also, notify Lucius for when the potion is ready to be administered so he can follow you (thankfully his money went a long way in clearing his name). Malfoy can act as a witness to back up the pensieve memories if it becomes necessary and I can have a valid reason for knowing the outcome of the potion. I wouldn't want to lose my best spy."

Severus bowed to his Lord before leaving the study and heading to the manor's exit. He had some potion ingredients to buy.

Four days later

Hogwarts - Severus Snape's Personal Potion Lab

Severus had spent the last four days working on the Remember All Potion, taking joy in the opportunity to work on such a rare potion despite the misery said potion would cause. He knew Dumbledore would be down to check on his progress soon, so he quickly tossed a note in the Floo directed to Malfoy Manor where Lucius would be waiting. Minutes later, Albus let himself into the potions lab, Severus's privacy wards be damned.

"I know what you're going to ask, Albus. The potion is done but has to cool for three more minutes before it is bottled." That should be enough time for Lucius to take the long walk from his Floo fireplace to his front door.

Albus beamed at his potions professor. "Great news. Now, we will be heading for St. Mungo's, but do your best not to be seen. If things go bad, we don't want to have been noticed."

Snape rolled his eyes. Of course they didn't want to be noticed going in to the Boy-Who-Lived's room with an illegal potion in hand. He was a Slytherin, not an idiotic Gryffindor. After listening to the headmaster suck on his lemon drop candies for a few minutes (which was driving him up the wall), Snape bottled the black potion and grabbed his cloak.

"Let's get this over with. It's almost midnight and I want to get in a glass of brandy before I turn in."

Albus smiled and the two made their way to the front gates. Snape made a hand signal out of the old man's site towards a tree near the gate. The two wizards then disapparated with a crack; a half-minute passed before another crack was heard.

St. Mungo's Wizarding Hospital

Dumbledore and Snape arrived in the Floo room of St. Mungo's before Albus quickly and quietly let Snape to the room Harry had been brought to. Luckily, the halls were nearly empty of staff as most magical accidents happened during daylight hours. The few medi-witches and healers on duty seemed to be elsewhere making rounds.

Albus motioned for the potions master to open the door to Harry's room. Severus did so and peeked inside to find Harry Potter asleep cuddling a stuffed dog. He barely contained his snort; he didn't want to wake the boy as it would be easier to administer the potion if Harry was asleep. Albus walked into the room beaming, happy that the ward keeping him out was on the door handle – problem solved when he made Snape open the door.

"Let us hurry before the healers make their rounds in this ward," Albus said. He motioned Snape to administer the potion.

Severus knew Albus was trying to keep his hands clean. "Albus, are you sure this is a good idea?"

The headmaster gave Snape a stern look. "It must be done, Severus. Now hurry."

The potions master nodded and made his way over to the bed. He nudged Harry's head up and pried open his mouth, working gently to keep the boy asleep. He then poured the concoction into the boy's mouth and stroked Harry's throat until he swallowed it. After the last of the mixture was swallowed, Snape backed up to where Albus was standing.

Several seconds passed until the potion began to work on the Boy-Who-Lived. The first sign that the potion was working was the vast increase of magic pouring off the boy in response to the mental stimulus. Things got out of hand quickly when about ten seconds into the minute-long memory recovery, Harry let out a blood-curdling scream and clutched at his temples. The magic pouring off the boy started to become chaotic and destructive, setting the picture frames and curtains over the windows on fire. The screams continued - one scream echoing off the walls before the next one started, making it sound like one continuous cry of pain and horror. Albus was trying to put up silencing wards, but Harry's wild magic was interfering with the headmaster's attempts. And things were about to get much worse.

Dumbledore and Snape heard the striking of a clock before both were suddenly thrown against the wall furthest from Harry. The Chosen One's magic was skyrocketing, as were his screams. The glass wall of the room that was shared with the hall shattered, as did the window to the outside; Albus could hear glass breaking further down the hallway as well. Dumbledore's beard was also starting to smolder. Panic set into the old man as a thought occurred to him.

"Severus," Albus yelled over Harry's screams, "What is the date?"

"July 30th, or it was when we left Hogwarts. Why?"

'Dammit,' Albus thought. 'The boy is hitting his inheritance – under severe stress.' You see, it had been discovered just recently that people going under extreme stress when their inheritance hit tended to gain more power from their coming of age. Putting children coming of age under said stress wasn't really encouraged though as the amount of stimuli needed to make a real impact couldn't be handled by most people. The clock striking must have been midnight, which meant Harry had just hit his seventeenth birthday while under the effects of a potion that stimulated his mind enough to drive him insane. This would have been well and good for Dumbledore's plans to use Harry to fight Voldemort; unfortunately, it wasn't a good sign if Potter's magic was acting against the headmaster.

The remainder of the potion's minute finally passed and Dumbledore was glad his beard stopped smoking. The magic that had been let loose in the room (and down the hall if the earlier sound of breaking glass coming from there was any indication) had curled like a thick fog into the small form on the bed. However, the magic holding Albus and Severus against the wall remained.

Getting tired of being stuck and wanting to see if Harry was insane, Albus called out to him. "Harry?"

That was a wrong move, as an invisible hand gripped the old fool's throat. The previously still figure slowly crawled into a kneeling position on the bed. Harry finally lifted his head to the two on the wall, barely sparing a glance at Snape before turning his eyes to Dumbledore. Snape was glad he was ignored this time.

Harry's eyes were bright emerald green, swirling with anger and power. The eyes reminded the potions master of a very pissed of Voldemort and he didn't want eyes like that trained on him. Albus didn't seem to be faring well against them either, though it could be the fact that Potter's magic seemed to be choking him.

Harry narrowed his eyes at the old man, but a flicker of sadness crossed them. "Why? Why couldn't you let me forget? Why couldn't you let me be happy for once?"

Albus tried to smile his twinkly-eyed smile, but it was hard with the invisible hand pressing against his neck. "Harry, dear boy, we needed you to remember. You are the only one who can defeat Voldemort."

Oh, that was definitely the wrong thing to say. The unseen hand tightened around Dumbledore's throat and Harry let out a croaky laugh, his voice hoarse from all the screaming.

"You want me to fight for you? If you had treated me like a human being instead of a disposable tool, I might have been so inclined. If the entire side of the Light hadn't abandoned me, I might have a reason to. If I had grown up happy, I might see the point. Unfortunately, you just ruined the happiness my mind was so desperate to give me."

Harry stood up from the bed and made his way over to the two men, his hospital gown changing into a simple pair of pants and shirt with thought alone. Snape hid his shock well, but Albus let out a gasp; he was doomed if Harry turned to the Dark.

Harry smirked, "Anything to say old man? More lies to spin me?"

Albus tossed in his last argument, "Harry, Voldemort killed your parents. They were on the side of the Light. Surely you want to take revenge for them?"

Harry shook his head. "No, old fool. I've had it. While Voldemort killed them and I don't like him for it, you have ruined my life much more. You put me with those monsters and sent me back for so many years despite my pleading. I'm done with the wizarding world."

"But Voldemort will kill us all!"

Harry's eyes took on a hollow look and said in barely a whisper, "No one saved me, so I will save no one."

Harry shook his sorrow off and turned to the broken windows lining the hallway. "I know you are there, Mr. Malfoy."

Lucius stepped into the view of one of the windows. "Very astute."

Harry sneered. "Malfoy, tell your Lord this. If he leaves me be, I'll return the favor. However, if he or his Death Eaters try to harm me, I'll kill them without a thought."

Harry then turned to Albus, who had drastically paled when he realized Harry was completely out of his control. "The same goes for you, Dumbledore. If you or any of your Order try and recruit me, or kill me in the case of people like Moody, I'll maim or kill them – depends on their actions."

Harry then turned to Severus. "Make sure to tell both groups what I said, especially the Order. I don't exactly trust the master manipulator here to be forthcoming with the loss of the 'Savior'." Harry sneered at his own title.

The fluttering of wings brought the attention to all four men to a magnificent eagle owl that had just flown through the broken window and landed on Harry's shoulder. Harry grimaced at the remembrance of losing his only friend, Hedwig, before reaching up and petting the owl. Lucius recognized the owl as one from Gringotts and was surprised the bird let Potter touch it; they tended to be unsociable like their goblin owners.

Harry took the letter and read it before grinning and looking at the bird. "Thank you. I will be there shortly, so there's no need for a reply."

The owl nodded its head and took off out the window, disappearing from sight.

"Well, well. Time to leave the wizarding world to its own devices. Remember my words. Let my departure to you be a last warning."

Harry finally removed the magic on Snape and Dumbledore and then smiled devilishly before disapparating. Right before he vanished, he unleashed his magic outward; tinkling glass was heard from all around. After a minute or so passed, panicked yells could be heard coming from a few halls over about how all the glass in the building was supposed to be unbreakable and the wards disguising the building from muggles had completely been shattered. It seemed Harry's magic had broken all the windows in the building and taken out all of St. Mungo's wards. It was a strong warning indeed.

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At the exact moment Harry unleashed his magic as a warning, grey eyes snapped open and a young man sat up.

"He has come – my equal."

-ETW-ETW-ETW-ETW-ETW-

Song for this chapter: Vow by Garbage

A/N : And so Salazar enters the story. As you can tell, I made Harry very powerful, which some people have issues with. Harry might be powerful in this story, but he isn't really going to use it to rule the world or make anyone really submit to him. As of now, I really just plan for him to use said magic to try and live in peace.

The orders Snape mentions that would be in conflict with using the potion is the one Voldemort gave all his Death Eaters stating that Potter was off-limits to anyone but himself. I figure making Harry insane with those orders in effect without bringing it up with Tom first would be a bad idea.
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