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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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-- Sorry for the delay, my computer completely died earlier this week, so my brother had to rebuild it (new hard drive). God bless him, though cos he managed to slavage all my files too! yay for my bro!

Chapter Six - Until you Find it There

'So, how are we going to do this?' Harry asked as he sat staring at Hermione and Ron.

The three were packing, supposedly for their final year at Hogwarts, but were actually preparing for the journey they were to undertake, to find and kill Voldemort and Snape.

Hermione placed a small bag onto the crumpled sheet. 'We can pack everything we need in here. Then, Ron, we'll somehow make out that you're ill so haven't gone back to Hogwarts, and I'll have vanished. After all, I'm a Muggle born, and the new Blood Registration wouldn't allow me to attend anyway, so it'd make sense for me to run. You, Harry, can have gone into hiding. It's not as if Voldemort will welcome you back to Hogwarts, is it?'

'All that is logical, Hermione,' Harry agreed, 'except for one thing. How do we fit everything in that tiny bag?'

'Oh, honestly! Don't you read?!' The two boys grinned at this typical comment. 'We shrink items to fit of course. What could be simpler?' Hermione opened the drawstring top and emptied the contents across the duvet. Immediately, a dozen spell books and neatly wrapped potions bottles spread across the bed, returning to full size.

'That's seriously cool!' Ron praised, leaning over and hugging Hermione in his excitement. She blushed delicately pink, and busied herself with returning the items back to their container.

The door flew open and Ginny burst through, wielding a Daily Prophet like a beater's bat. 'Have you seen this?!' she shrieked, whirling the paper above her head angrily.

The older children dodged away from the angry witch. 'They've made that git Headteacher!'

Hermione felt her stomach drop. 'No,' she gasped, 'they haven't. Not, not,' she paused, glancing at Harry.

Ron stood up, 'Oh, say it, Hermione.' He turned to his sister. 'It's Snape isn't it?'

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'Dear Mr Potter,

I do not think my brother ever introduced us; however, he made it clear last year that he would appreciate my assistance during your final year at school. With the current climate, it is dangerous for too much detail to be given. He did ask me to direct your attention to the mirror Padfoot gave you - he assured me that you would understand the reference - as you may see something of use.

I hope I can be of use to you at some point this year.

Yours sincerely,

Aberforth Dumbledore.'

Harry frowned. The letter made no sense to him. He had had no idea that Dumbledore - his Dumbledore - had had a brother until that awful biography by Rita Skeeter had come out. He had certainly never expected to hear from the man, especially as he had somehow assumed Aberforth was dead. After all, surely Dumbledore would've at least mentioned his brother at some point.

How well did you know him, Harry? a voice asked. How well did you really know him? Did you know him as well as you knew - or thought you knew - Severus?

Harry frowned at the stray thought. He had never known Snape, had never pretended he understood the man. And his recent actions had shown that he, Harry, would never understand Snape.

A new thought began to develop. He knew Snape would be at Hogwarts. Therefore, at some point during the year, so would Voldemort. His best chance to finish them both off then would be to live close to Hogwarts ' say, in Hogsmeade. He could hide in the Shrieking Shack, or stay with Madam Rosmerta, or at the other pub. He couldn't remember the name of it, or anything about it really, other than that the barkeeper had attended Dumbledore's funeral. That one seemed a better place to hide, if the Shrieking Shack was no good, as the patrons had not seemed the nosey sort.

But could he persuade Ron and Hermione not to come with him? What he planned would be easier with just one. One person could be hidden, three were more difficult. Sirius had proved, during Harry's fourth year, that one man alone could hide easily.

Which reminded him...

The mirror.

Harry searched through his trunk and found smashed pieces of the mirror. His stomach clenched at the loss of Sirius.

As he was turning away his attention was suddenly grabbed. A bright blue eye was in the glass, he was sure of it. He swung to stare fully at the piece of mirror, but there was nothing there - well, other than a normal reflection. There was nothing blue nearby that the mirror could possibly have reflected.

Harry knew of only one man who had had eyes like that: Dumbledore. Did this mean that the headmaster wasn't really dead? Had he arranged for his 'brother' to send the letter so that he could communicate with Harry?

'Hello?' Harry spoke to the glass, feeling utterly foolish.

Nothing.

'Hello? Professor? Are you there?'

'Who are you talking to?' Hermione asked, standing in the doorway, one hand on her hip.

The letter had been delivered whilst Hermione and Ron had been busy preparing one of the rooms for the Delacours, so, as yet, neither of them knew about it, or the sudden hope that had sprung into Harry's chest.

Silently, he held out the letter. Hermione took it from him and began to read it. It didn't take her long, and, when she had finished, she took the mirror fragment from Harry and peered into it.

'I saw..' Harry stopped, swallowed, tried again, 'I saw Dumbledore in it.'

Hermione's eyes widened. 'But, Harry,' she said gently, 'Dumbledore's, well, dead.'

'I know that.' Harry responded quickly, irresistibly reminded of his third year. 'But, Hermione, I saw something. A bright blue eye looking at me.'

She moved the mirror so that it reflected different angles. 'There's nothing there now, Harry.' She put down the glass. 'Didn't you try and use it after Sirius died, to contact him? You know the dead can't be contacted with it.'

'I know,' Harry replied, suddenly excited. 'Maybe he's not dead!'

He knew, if Dumbledore were alive, everything would be ok. Severus could come back to him, Voldemort would be a distant threat, not an everyday menace, and he and Sev would be happy.

What is wrong with me?

He tried to sound out Hermione about not coming with him. 'Cos Snape's at Hogwarts, I'm going to stay near to it, so I can attack him and Voldemort when the time is right. I can't ask you to hang around with me. It's too dangerous. Why don't you really hide?'

Her glare made him gulp.

'Harry James Potter,' she began, her ire obvious, 'we have already had this discussion. Staying with you whilst you hunt for Voldemort and Snape is no different than staying with you whilst you think of a way to attack them. I know Ron would say the same. We're staying.'

'Hermione,' Harry groaned, 'it'll be dangerous. You're a Muggle born. Your family could be at risk.'

'You listen to me, Harry James Potter,' Hermione snapped out, 'I have been prepared for this for a long time. My parents have emigrated, and I've obliviated their memories. As far as they're concerned, they have never had a daughter.' Her eyes shone with tears, and Harry felt about as big as a Bowtruckle.

'I'm sorry, Hermione, I didn't know.'

'Of course not,' she answered, over briskly, 'I never expect you to think these things out, Harry, so I have to. Now, why not hide at Hogwarts itself?'

Gaping at her, open mouthed, Harry replied, 'Hermione! That's brilliant!'
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