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Title: Old Habits Die Hard

Author: setosgirl

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Warnings: Slash, MPREG – this chap,

Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever, nor
shall I ever, own Harry Potter or any characters therein. I only own the plot.

Parings: Voldemort / Snape, Harry / Snape, Remus / Snape(?)

Summary: Snape’s secret mission for
the Order is revealed – Voldemort’s personal – hem hem – ‘slave’! Then the Dark Lord
makes a revelation that stuns him… and he blames Harry for everything.

Erm…
plot subject to change without notice. That doesn’t look like this is how
the story is unfolding, despite my intentions to the contrary. ^^ So,
let’s say, Harry has to rescue him! And help him heal!

Notes: Harry is seventeen, at the
beginning of his last year at the start of the story. By the end, it’ll
be the end of his last year.

Old Habits Die Hard

Chapter 7

setosgirl

It had been almost a month.

Dumbledore paced his office
restlessly. He could hardly sleep anymore, thinking as he did about what
Severus might be enduring every hour that they were helpless to find and save
him. He knew, realistically, that he was doing all he could, but he felt that
he should be doing something more, anything more, to help him. He would be over
three months pregnant by now, and he was in Voldemort’s clutches…
he knew the sort of things Voldemort was capable of, the sort of tortures he
could inflict without killing his victims… They needed to get Severus
back.

He sat down behind his desk and
opened the bottom drawer, meaning to replenish his empty bowl of lemon drops,
choosing to do it all manually this time, instead of just making them appear
like normal. He stopped when he saw a folded piece of discoloured parchment, then slowly took it out. There was a chance… it was
technically possible that this would help…

He slowly unfolded the parchment,
apprehensive about what he might see. And there, on the lower half of the
paper, was a clear picture of Severus, his arms out level with his shoulders
and chained to the wall, his greasy hair falling lankly around his face as he
apparently stared at the floor in front of his feet. His dark eyes looked
dull… Dumbledore creased his brows in concern. Something wasn’t
right here…

But he forgot that almost instantly,
because the top half of the parchment was a map, and it had a glowing spot that
represented the location of the subject… in this case, Severus Snape. It
wasn’t very distinct, because of the age of the spell and the fact that
it couldn’t be very exact anyway. “One hundred points to
Griffindor…” he murmured. “For Miss Granger’s excellent
spell work… and if this works, make it five.” He stood, and was
about to leave the grounds, to go after Severus and rescue him, but then he
paused, remembering Harry’s words, Harry’s offer to help in any way
he could. This would be dangerous, but it was also necessary. Harry no longer
hated Severus, it was true; perhaps, if Severus could
see that, his hatred would also dissipate…

And it was true, there was a part of
him that hoped this might be it, this might be the time when that destined
confrontation between the Dark Lord and the Boy Who Lived would take
place… The time when Harry would finally defeat Lord Voldemort… But
that couldn’t happen if he didn’t allow Harry to accompany him. It
was settled, then. He sent Fawkes with the message to
him, and Harry was in his office within ten minutes, just as he finished with
the fireplace, invisibility cloak in hand as per the message.

“What’s this about,
Professor?” he asked rather breathlessly, excited but wary.

“I have located Professor
Snape,” Dumbledore answered, smiling to see the excitement in
Harry’s face. “I believe it’s time to mount a rescue
expedition.”

“Who else is going?”

“I’ve contacted a few
members of the Order, and Alastor Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Remus, and Tonks will all be there. Now, I think it’s
best we go. It wouldn’t do to keep them waiting.”

He led Harry from the castle, having
him don his cloak, which he grudgingly did, and they Apparated away, using the
same method as the Death Eaters did when they came to Voldemort, focusing on a
person instead of a place. It was harder – but it was worth it, as they
found themselves outside a run-down house in some city. The house must have had
a shield on it to prevent Apparition inside, but that worked better anyway.

There was another series of cracks,
and the Aurors and Order members appeared with them.
Harry watched them all from under his cloak as Dumbledore spoke, formulating a
plan and telling them what exactly was going on. Remus
looked thinner, greyer… He remembered what he’d heard Snape say
about him going into hiding, and wondered who his Secret-Keeper really was. Tonks hung near him, her hair toned down so that now it was
only midnight blue instead
of bubblegum pink… Moody looked as frightening as ever, his magic eye
rolling in its socket.

He jerked his attention back to
Dumbledore as he heard his name. “Harry, you’re to stay with
me.” He nodded though Dumbledore couldn’t see it, and the
Headmaster seemed to know.

With that, everyone split off and
moved toward the house. He followed Dumbledore straight to the front door
– which burst inward without a spell or a gesture. Dumbledore pushed him
behind him, and blocked a curse sent toward them. He pushed Harry slightly,
unobtrusively toward an unguarded hall, which he took to meant that he should
get out of the way.

He slipped past the Death Eaters as
Dumbledore systematically took them out, nonlethally,
and was standing safely in the hall when he saw another Death Eater sneaking up
the hall across from him. Dumbledore couldn’t see him, at this angle
– Harry didn’t even think about it, just stunned him as quickly as
possible, knowing that he was giving up his location by doing so but not caring
if he could help Dumbledore even a little.

Then a nasty-looking spell hit the
wall beside his head, and he turned to see two or three more Death Eaters all
focusing on more or less the spot where he was. Without another thought –
or another chance for them to curse him – he bolted down the hall, not
knowing where it went but not particularly caring at that point either. He
heard at least one of them following him, but he didn’t slow down to look
back. He passed doorways – he wasn’t stupid enough to open a door,
or trap himself in a room.

Then the hall was ending. There was
nothing but a blank wall on the front, an open doorway to the right, and a
staircase going down to the left. He made a split-second decision and took a
left, hoping and praying the Death Eater took a right.

He ran down the stairs, his breath
hitching in his throat, trying to keep from gasping and making noise to alert
anyone who happened to be down here of his presence. It looked like a dungeon,
dimly lit, brick walls… He walked slowly forward, looking warily around, then froze. He saw a familiar figure some ways along the
wall, chained there, not appearing to notice the commotion upstairs. His
invisibility cloak slid off as he regained his wits and ran forward.

“Professor Snape!”

He jerked to a stop in front of the
dark-haired man, suddenly realizing that he hadn’t moved at all. Not even
to the sound of his name. He checked him over, worried, finding what appeared
to be millions of minor physical injuries… but he just stared at his
face. Snape’s eyes stared blankly down at the floor; he didn’t even
move when Harry touched him to try to get a reaction from him. Something was
wrong… something was terribly, terribly wrong…

With a quick spell, he snapped the
locks open, freeing his wrists. Snape only slid down the wall, and Harry
quickly caught him and lowered him down, holding him awkwardly, noticing that
he was lighter than he looked, lighter than he should be. “Professor
Dumbledore!” he yelled, kneeling with Snape half in his lap and half on
the floor. “Lupin! Anybody!”

Footsteps sounded on the stairs. He
sighed; good… someone was coming…

It was the Death Eater who had
chased him.

“Potter…” the man
hissed, drawing near. He had a large scar down the side of his face, and cold, staring
eyes that made Harry flinch. “After the Lord’s pet, I see… The traitor that he keeps alive to amuse himself – and,
occasionally, us. I don’t see why; he’s not even that good a
lay. You all risked your lives for this little bitch?”

Harry was suddenly furious. His
hands twitched; the man smirked and drew nearer, wanting to relish the victory
and be sure of his capture… Harry pushed Snape from his lap to lean
against the wall and stood in the same smooth movement, his wand out and
pointed at the man, and before he could react he was yelling his curse already;
“SECTUMSEMPR—”

“No!”

The voice was quiet and hoarse, but
desperate – he stopped in shock and looked down at Snape. His eyes were
still focused blankly on nothing, but his hand was gripping Harry’s wrist
tightly, the bony fingers white as paper from the pressure. He tried to pull
his hand away, even though he knew it would be too late to try to curse him
again, but even so Snape wouldn’t let him go.

The man laughed loudly. “I
don’t know what kind of curse you think that was, little boy, but
you’re not going to get another chance to try it!” He raised his
wand.

“Immobilus!”

The man froze and slowly fell
forward. Remus Lupin stood
on the stairs, silhouetted by the doorway at the top, his whole body speaking
of suppressed rage and power. He slowly walked down the stairs as the Death
Eater toppled over, his wand still trained on him, looking for all the world like he was repressing the urge to kill him.

“Professor Lupin
– thanks,” Harry breathed. Lupin turned
to him as though he had just realized that he was there.

“Harry…” he said.
“Good job finding him.” He crouched in front of Snape, and turned
his head gently to look at him and meet his eyes, then frowned. “Severus,
can you hear me?”

Snape didn’t reply, and Lupin sighed. “Come on, Harry, let’s get him
out of here,” he said, as he stood and moved to pick Snape up when it was
obvious that he wouldn’t be moving himself. Harry felt an odd, possessive
urge and moved slightly between them.

“I’ve got him,” he
said, but Lupin smiled slightly and picked him up
anyway.

“I’m sure he’ll
hate you for your concern whether you carry him or not, but I think I’m
better able.” Harry frowned slightly, but moved to the stairs instead,
fighting the urge to kick the immobilised Death Eater on the floor. His wand at
the ready, he checked the hall before he motioned to tell Lupin
it was okay to bring Snape up, and then led them back to the entry room. They
didn’t encounter a single other soul, Death Eater or Order, and were
beginning to worry slightly. It was all eerily silent.

“Let’s get outsi—” Lupin began,
before being interrupted.

“Remus,
Harry – I see you’ve found him,” Dumbledore said.
“Good. As you were saying, Remus, let’s
get outside.” He took the position at the fore and led them outside,
where they were almost immediately joined by the bloodied but whole remainder
of their attack force. Not a single Death Eater followed, but Harry
didn’t care enough to wonder why.

“Thank you all,” Dumbledore
said, facing them. “You’ve done more than your duty, and probably
saved Severus’ life. Remus, please come back
with me – everyone else, I will see you soon.”

They all answered quietly and
Disapparated, and then Dumbledore turned to Harry, handing him his invisibility
cloak. “And thank you especially, Harry. Let’s return to Hogwarts,
shall we?” They all returned, Snape still in Lupin’s
arms.
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