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The Choices we Make	By : SugarShirousa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 3822 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Choices we Make
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Chapter One: Black Magic

“A danger forseen is half avoided.” – Proverbs.

“Is it finished Wormtail?” Came the snake-like hiss from the throne facing the fireplace. Warm rays of heat filled the dark room, and even with the warmth that poured into the room it still managed to be cold. Long, dark shadows cast over the hardwood floors. The only occupants of the room were himself and a man with a rat-like face. A bubbling caldron threw light, airy looking steam into the air. Next to the cauldron was a little table, full of ingredients. The man with a rat-like face flinched in fear.

“A-almost my Lord,” he answered in a squeaky, frightened sounding voice. “P-perhaps if Snape helped this could go fas—“

The little man was cut off and thrown against the wall by an invisible force. He coughed and spluttered while an angry sounding voice snarled, “No! He must not know.”

“I-I’m sorry my Lord!” He apologized while choking on air, reaching out towards his master with one hand, as the other one was immobilized against the wall.

“Very well…” The cold, bored sounding voice replied waving his wand in a whirling motion before Wormtail dropped to the floor with a thud.

As soon as Wormtail was dropped from the wall he ran over to the bubbling caldron, studying the old looking parchment before mixing in the necessary ingredients, a vile of red liquid, and poured it into the potion. A dark light emitted from the caldron, then turned a deep ivory. Another vile of red liquid was poured into the potion, and another dark light flickered before shining brightly in the way the light before it did, and the potion turned a muggy brown. He peered again at the instructions and flicked his wand so that the potion stirred itself seventeen times in a counter-clockwise motion. When that was done he picked up a handful of glittery dust from the pile on the little table, and carefully poured the dust in another counter-clockwise motion, leaning in as he kept pouring, so that the dust would fall in a counter-clockwise swirl as the water kept spinning from the momentum of the liquid inside. He leaned back and carefully observed his handiwork, if anything went wrong it was his life he’d lose.

As the dust sunk into the water the muggy color disappeared, and was replaced with a pure black liquid. Sighing in relief, the rat-faced man turned to his maser. “It’s done my lord!” He announced.

The man in the chair held out one hand and snapped, “Bring it to me!”

Quickly, Wormtail complied, scooping up a beaker of the settling potion and set it in his Lord’s waiting hand. “Here my Lord.”

He brought it up to thin, blood red, snake-like eyes. Peering at it for a second he laughed darkly. “Good. This will work.” Wormtail nearly fainted in relief. “The man waved his other hand as he continued to stare at the potion. “Leave me.”

Wormtail bowed and growled as he left the room, muttering praises for his Lord.

Chuckling darkly once more, he muttered, “This will set all my plans into motion.”

Harry’s eyes opened widely, gasping for breath. Sweat drenched his clothing and he shook from the images he saw. Voldemort had a plan. A big one, judging by the way Wormtail acted. Quickly he stood and rushed as quietly as possible, as to not wake his aunt and uncle, to his desk. Scribbling on a piece of parchment he carefully opened Hedwig’s cage and handed her the note. “Take this to Dumbledore as quickly as you can!” He whispered to her as he carried her to the window and opened it. Sensing her human’s stress and worry, she flew out without her normal hoot of compliance and disappeared from sight.

He didn’t even stop to watch her leave. He shut his window as quietly as possible, grabbed his wand, jacket, his father’s cloak, put on his trainers, and ‘alomahora’ed the lock outside his door. Exiting the little cupboard under the stairs, he threw the invisibility cloak over him, crept down the stairs and opened the door quietly, then closed it as he left. When the ministry came to get him for use of underage magic, they’d find nothing but an empty of Harry house with a few of Harry’s belongings.

As soon as Harry hit the driveway, he sprinted the few blocks to Ms. Figg’s house. Pulling off the cloak, he began pounding on her door, catching his breath. Ms. Figg opened the door quickly, eyes wide in surprise, still dressed in her pajamas. “Oh, Harry, what is it?” She questioned him as she moved to the side to let him in.

“I need to use your Floo.” He said, walking quickly to her fireplace and grabbing two handfuls of the dust from a bag on the mantel, and stuffing one into the pocket of his jacket. Murming a quiet spell to his pocket that would make it so the Floo powder would not come out of his jacket, he threw the other handful of Floo powder into dead fireplace. A roaring green fire started and Harry yelled, “Downstairs Living Room, Riddle Manor!” And before Ms. Figg could say anything, he stepped in. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, before she quickly mimicked his actions, she called out “Dumbledore’s Office, Hogwarts!”

Harry stumbled out of the fireplace, catching himself with one hand and lifting his head to see if anyone had heard his wand at the ready. When no one rushed down the stairs and began shooting spells at him, he put on the invisibility cloak, and stayed close to the walls and climbed stairs as softly as possible, looking for the room with the single fireplace lit in it. Finally, at the top of the house, he saw the glowing light of the open room.

He tiptoed up to the entrance, peaking in from around the edge of the doorway. The fireplace had dimmed some, though Voldemort was still in his chair, still studying that vile Harry had seen in his dream.

Pulling out his wand, Harry tried to control his breathing as he crept forward, making sure he was completely covered by the invisibility cloak. Voldemort stilled in his study of the liquid, and slowly turned slightly so Harry could see just the side of his face up to the bridge of his nose and lips; and he saw the Dark Lord inhale, trying to pick up a scent. Harry held his breath and froze, heart racing.

A few moments later, the snake man turned back to his vile, apparently sensing nothing. Harry let out the breath he was holding as silently as possible, and continued towards the cooling potion. Warily, Harry picked up an empty vile that was lying on the table next to the potion; he scooped a little up into it. As Voldemort turned at the sound, Harry pulled it back under the cloak just in time for him to see nothing. His red eyes burned into Harry, and despite his courage, he could feel fear fill his body. Those eyes reminded him of Cedric Diggory, of all the lives’ he’d taken, and the good people in the world. Anger surfaced, overcoming the fear he felt. He glared right back at him under the cloak and bit his tongue as hard as possible to stop making an insult to him about it.

Luckily for Harry, Wormtail came into the room at that moment, baring wine that looked more like blood to the wicked man. “H-here my Lord, as you requested. ” He whispered frightfully.

“Yes…” The man hissed, and spoke suddenly in parseltongue. “Nagini…Come to me.”

Wormtail shivered at the sound of the snake-like whispers that came from his Master. Harry’s eyes widened and he began to creep out of the room. When he got to the doorway, he froze. Nagini was right there before him. This was the second time this had happened. She would tell Voldemort that he was here, and his attempt at escape would be ruined. Time seemed to move in slow motion as Harry aimed his wand at Nagini without thinking, and whispered, “Sectumsempra.”

Seconds later, which seemed like an eternity to Harry, her blood splattered everywhere, landing on the cloak, and leaking all over the floor. Her head flew, he watched it, transfixed, and bounced into the room where the two resided. He’d cut her head clean off.

A long, low pitched moan came from behind him, waking him from his trace. Not even bothering to glance behind him he raced down the stairs, feeling the impact of spells hit the ground behind him. A green curse flew particularly close to him and he ran faster, seeing the entrance to the living room he’d come to first. Pulling the Floo powder out of his pocket franticly, he didn’t notice that the potion spilled over the sides of the vile and onto his skin. Hissing, he glanced over his shoulder, thinking he’d been hit with a stinging spell, he saw that Voldemort was only a few feet away, though still on the stairs, looking for him, yelling at the top of his lungs, “I’LL KILL YOU, HOW DA—“But he was cut off, Harry reached the fireplace and threw in the powder, ‘Dumbledore’s Office, Hogwarts!’ He thought with all his might, for if he spoke he would give away who he was and where he was going.

When Harry opened his eyes, he was falling out of the fireplace in Dumbledore’s office. He turned mid-fall to try and land on his back, his Seeker skills keeping his mind on the fact that he still had the potion in his hands, and hit his head hard on the floor. The cloak had fallen onto the floor, making him visible to the others in the room who had drawn their wands and turned to the fireplace expecting a fight. However, all they saw was the black potion that had spilled onto Harry’s shirt, the vile clutched in his hands. At first, they all ran to him as he began to sit up, but stopped short at Harry’s scream of pain, watching in horror at what they saw.

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A/N: Please r&r! I have the second and third chapter written out, but I'll wait a little for replies. I still don't have a Beta, so please email me or message me if you wish to become mine. :) Also, if you find any mistakes just let me know where and I'll fix them. Hope you enjoyed!
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