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Gillyflower, Heliotrope and Hemlock.	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 9034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Ok, I apologise for the delay...I have been having an awful time recently and completely lost my ability to write due to the fact that my father buggered off. :/ Yeah, so it has taken me a while to get my head sorted but this, at the moment is all I can handle. I am so sorry, I will try very hard to update as often as I can but at the moment the chapters will be short and infrequent. Hope to resume normal update speeds soon enough... (Also, my ‘Y’ button is really stiff so if I have missed any ‘Y’s’ please ignore them! Lol)

From their graves I heard the fallen

Above the battle cry

By that bridge near the border

There were many more to die

- Thin Lizzy, "Emerald", Jailbreak.

Chapter Eight

The room was cold and damp, Harry could hear the soft dripping of a leak somewhere in the darkness of his cell. He was chained to the wall by his wrists and he sat on the cold stone floor and hung his head as he tried to think about how to get himself out of the situation, he shivered as a chill wind slid in beneath the door. He had been stripped down to his waist, he felt vulnerable with so little clothing but he pushed it from his mind. His shoulders began to ache from being higher than his body, he shifted and the chains clinked together. His eyes opened and he squinted at the door, someone had removed his glasses for some reason. He had heard nothing of Voldemort since that once, yet he was on edge. It was as if he was simply awaiting his death, a death he had been escaping since the day he was eleven. He supposed that it was about time, he had been far more lucky than any single person had any right to be, he only regretted not having had the chance to see Hermione or Ron one last time, he regretted not being able to at least try to make amends with Ginny. He sighed and closed his eyes again, his head dropped and he took a slow, deep breath. It was scary waiting for death, much worse than the act itself, his mind had time to consider his situation and mull it over while he was plagued by faces of his friends and those he considered family.

Harry shifted slightly and sighed again, he began seeing his friends in his mind’s eye, he saw Hermione’s smile, Ron’s freckled face, Ginny’s bright hair and...Sirius’ burning silver eyes. He opened his own and gazed at the wall with a frown, those eyes were not the eyes of the man he knew in his own time. The intense silver gaze remained in his mind as he stared at the opposite wall, he chewed his lip absently and frowned. He wandered what it could mean, if it meant anything at all and if the confusion the gaze stirred in him was due to his sense of profound displacement in this strange new world or because of something else...some long hidden feelings that he had repressed? He shook his head feeling stupid. But his mind drifted to the feel of soft lips against his own, the way they moved and the feel of that tongue.

He must have drifted off at some point because when he heard the door open he was jerked from his half-sleep. He blinked dazedly at the tall, blurry figure standing by the door. Harry had to squint to attempt to focus his eye sight, but all he could see was a black robed figure framed by blurry golden light. Finally the door closed and the figure moved closer, he crouched on his haunches and Harry could see the faded moonlight and firelight flickering across his silver skull mask. He wasn’t sure but he felt a thrill of recognition.

“James Potter, we meet again.”

That voice made Harry’s eyes widen in surprise, the smooth, silky tones of his old potions professor issued from behind the mask. Harry bit down on his bottom lip to prevent himself from speaking, Severus Snape’s current loyalties were unknown to him and he couldn’t be sure who was watching or listening. Snape lifted his hand and removed his mask, Harry glanced at it as it skittered across the filthy stone floor of his prison. Snape’s face was much younger, but it was still familiar to Harry, he remembered the memories Snape had shared with him in his last moments. He remembered...

“Lily...All this Time?”

“Always...”

Snape’s beetle black eyes scanned him, filled with a familiar hatred. “You...” He began and he frowned, his fingers finding his wand and lifting it so Harry was gazing at the tip. “You are not James Potter. Who are you?”

Harry lifted his eyes, ignoring the wand tip and concentrating on the blurred face of the man who had been so devoted to his mother, but that was his own time. He couldn’t even begin to guess what this Snape was like. He stared mutely at him until Snape bared his teeth, he gave his wand a sharp flick and Harry winced automatically as he anticipated pain. He felt only a tingling sensation in his eyes, he had to blink rapidly to ease it until finally it faded.

“The enchantments on you must be strong...” Snape whispered as he crouched before the prisoner, he grabbed his face and lifted it until their eyes were level.

The look on Snape’s face was incomprehensible, it was a mixture of fury, pain and a desperate longing. “I...” Harry tried to speak but Snape’s fingers tightened on his jaw, greasy hair fell to his shoulders and into his eyes as they widened.

“No...this is...cruel...too cruel...” He breathed and grabbed a handful of Harry’s hair. “You have his face and her eyes?! Are you trying to drive me mad? Is this another form of torture from the Dark Lord?! Who are you?! Show your true self!”

Harry was shaken violently but after a minute Snape released him and backed away, he stood at the door breathing hard as he tried to recompose himself. “You don’t really need to know who I am.” Harry said softly, watching the distraught man’s back. “But...I think you already know.”

“H-her son...? The one he...the one that died?”

Harry nodded slowly before realising Snape couldn’t see him. “Yes.” He said slowly.

Snape spun around and stared at Harry, eyes raking his face as he lifted a shaking hand touched the skin beneath his eyes. “Lily...” He whispered, his voice full of agony. “I watched her die...I watched her die and I heard Potter’s screams as he tried to get to her in time...If...if those rocks hadn’t have been in my way I could have saved her. If they hadn’t had fallen on my leg...if I hadn’t have...” He shuddered and pushed Harry’s hair from his forehead. “The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. … Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies … and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not … and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. … The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…”

Harry shivered as Snape’s lips formed the now defunct prophecy, at least he now knew they had been the same in both worlds and he realised that he had a potential ally in Snape. He met Snape’s cold eyes and begged silently with his own. “Help me, Severus.” He whispered softly and knew when Snape’s eyes hardened that he would get his wish.

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Morning dawned as red as blood, Sirius sat hunched against a tree, his shoulders forward as he smoked a hand-rolled cigarette. He gazed across the field at the camp of Death Eaters and saw his own sins etched into his soul, it had been his idea even though everyone else had agreed reluctantly he had instigated the mass murder. He blew smoke from his numb lips and pulled his cloak further around his shoulders. He should never have allowed Harry to enter that place, he was supposed to protect him because he was their last...their only hope. Sirius sighed and rubbed at his tired eyes, he could hear James’ soft snores from where he lay surrounded by dead brush beside Remus. He watched his best friend sleep but saw the frown on his forehead that told him he was having nightmares. Not that that was new, they all suffered. The night was full of terrors for all three of them, he could see the pale corpses glowing under the moonlight even with his eyes open. He would never get the smell of burnt flesh out of his hair and skin and the crimson stains on his hands would never fade. Unfortunately soap could only wash away the stains on the body, stains upon ones soul were another matter entirely. “Bones and blood...the body’s so fragile.” He whispered around his cigarette as he gazed down at his hands. Only he could see that they dripped in the blood of countless people, innocent, guilty it never mattered. He clenched his fingers so his hands formed fists as he lifted his head and gazed at the tallest tower in the camp, he blew pale smoke from his lips as the sun rose to stain the whole world the colour of blood. “For the greater good.” He whispered and smiled even as screams echoed in his ears, screams of the trapped, of the dying, people begging to be released and then the explosion...

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Remus groaned and rolled over he opened his eyes as the sound of clanging bells sounded in the camp below them. He sat up and rubbed his tired eyes before turning to see Sirius with his head between his knees. Remus looked away from him and gazed into the camp where people were marching across the ground in uniform ranks. “What’s going on?” He asked.

“They’ve called morning duties.” Sirius muttered to the dirt between his feet.

“You alright?”

“As alright as I can be, old friend.” He said and lifted his head. Remus eyed him carefully, he didn’t like the dead haunted cast to Sirius’ eyes nor did he like the way he appeared to be losing so much weight. But Remus shook his head and turned back to the problem at hand.

“What are they doing to him?” He asked slowly.

“Rekcon they’ve killed him.” Sirius mumbled.

“No, we would know. Voldemort wouldn’t have kept something as big as James Potter’s death a secret.”

“Unless he found out he’s not got James...”

“Hmm...” Remus frowned at Sirius who looked utterly defeated. “We’ll win this, Sirius. We have to.”

Sirius merely shrugged. If we do, we do...if we don’t I have m back up plan.”

“Back up plan?” Remus raised an eyebrow.

Sirius grinned in a slightly deranged way that made his eyes look souless. “I’m gunna kill myself and take out as many of them as I can.”

“I like that idea.” James said from where he was still curled in a ball, he yawned and slowly untangled himself from hic cloak. “We’ll go together, Padfoot old friend.”

“Indeed. A Marauder firework display with extra intestines.”

Remus giggled a little manically, he too had considered suicide instead of capture, especially considering what he was. Death and destruction had to be laughed at, after everything they had done and seen, they needed some form of release. He turned back to the camp and looked towards the tower where Harry was now being kept. “Hurry.” He breathed.
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