Halloween, Malfoy, and Snape
Harry’s head snapped to the people next to him and the world started to spin. ‘No. There was no way they could be real’. “Nice try, my parents are dead, you can’t trick me that easily. You killed them. So try harder.” Harry snapped.
Voldemort chuckled. “Now Potter, I’d watch your tongue… I assure you it’s them, although I think you would want to see, am I correct?” Harry didn’t respond. “Wormtail, his glasses please.” The cool circular metal frames were shoved back onto his nose harshly.
Harry turned his face to the people next to him and tried to bite back the gasp he felt. The man who looked exactly like him save few differences and stared at him. His Adam’s Apple bobbled as he swallowed. He looked at the woman at the end and what took him by surprise was her eyes. Exactly like his, sure he knew they were similar but Merlin it was almost scary how similar they were to his. “You have some real nerve Riddle,” Harry spat.
“You dare use that name?! CRUCIO” Voldemort cast on Harry. Harry’s whole body erupted in pain, every fiber of his being begging for the pain to end. Pain that felt like he was being burned alive while having millions of knives shoved into his skin. Things he didn’t even know could hurt screamed in pain. He didn’t realize he was screaming until he heard her voice. Begging again.
“NO PLEASE NOT HARRY! TAKE ME INSTEAD!” She cried. That voice, the voice he only ever heard with the dementors. He was immediately brought back to a memory he didn’t even think he had.
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Harry was placed in his crib and his mum was looking at him through tears. “Mumma loves you Harry, Dada loves you. You are loved” she whispered and the door burst open and a man with a dark robe walked in.
“Stand aside mudblood. You do not have to perish,” he threatened. His mum moved in front of the crib and stood in front of Harry.
“Please not Harry. Take me instead. Kill me instead. I’ll do anything,” she begged
“Stand aside, I won’t ask again”
“No please not Harry.”
“AVADA KEDAVRA” and his mum dropped like a marionette. The man turned to Harry and yelled. Harry felt immense pain in his forehead-
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And then he was back in the dungeon. The cruciatus curse lifted and he was shaking on the floor. The man was trying desperately to get to him and the woman was pulling at the chains that connected her to the floor.
“Well take all three of them to the new cell for them. Chain them for now, keep them away from each other.” Voldemort said to Lucious Malfoy who walked over to them and signaled for others to start to unlock their chains.
Little did any of them see was another blonde peeking through the doorway. He looked absolutely terrified, nothing like the normal composed features everyone had come to associate with Draco Malfoy.
Severus Snape didn’t know why he cared as much as he did. Sure, Harry James Potter was going to be the one to stop The Dark Lord, he cared about that sure. Everyone did. But why did he care that Harry James Potter was kidnapped by The Dark Lord? That he didn’t understand. He was the spitting image in all ways of that filthy James Potter. Whom he hated above anyone else, closely followed by the mutt couple, Lupin and Black. Why Severus Snape cared? He couldn’t figure it out but he still pushed through the doorway of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. As he walked through the door the adults of the Order turned their gaze to him.
Harry had been missing for nearly three days now. Ron and Hermione were sick with worry, barely talking to anyone except eachother and maybe Ginny. The twins had stopped joking around and taken to checking on Ginny and seeing if they could get Ron and Hermione to open up a little. However, Molly, Arthur, Sirius, and Remus were the worst. Arthur wracked with guilt about letting Harry get taken in the first place, Molly consumed with worry about the boy she considered a son. Remus and Sirius absolutely terrified of losing the boy they had loved since the moment they met him. The kid who was the only thing left of their best friends, the one who brought them back together. Their kid.
When Severus walked into the meeting they quickly got started. Dumbledore kicked it off by checking everyone’s posts and simple pleasantries before turning to Severus for inside details. “Severus, have you made any progress?”
“Yes I have, he’s at a Malfoy estate, however, I have not been able to tell where exactly he’s located in the building. They move him every couple days. I have talked to Draco Malfoy and he agreed to be my eyes and ears inside when I can’t be there. Him an Narcissa have agreed to flip sides if we grant them protection.” Snape explained.
“We’re really going to take a Malfoy at their word?” Sirius asked incredulously.
“What are they willing to do to prove their loyalty?” Moody asked.
“Draco is already starting to scout out where Potter is. He’s trying to assess injuries and gather intel as we speak.”
“What about Narcissa?” Bill asked
“She never got the mark. She only wants to protect Draco.” Severus responded tersely.
“If their intel proves good then they will have protection if they want it” Dumbledore said. “In the meantime, keep your cover Severus, try to figure out what else they’re hiding in that compound and try to find Harry.” Severus nodded and promptly left the building.
Harry must’ve passed out after the curse Voldemort threw upon him. He remembered hearing the unforgivable and hearing, his mother (?), begging for it to be released. As he gained his bearings he realized his glasses were crooked on his face and his arms and legs chained to the floor. He was still shaking from the after effects of the curse and his body was a little sore, but not as bad as it was after the tournament. He decided to lift his head and saw the two other people in his cell that he guessed were his parents. They looked at him expectantly, almost like they were just as shocked as he was they were together.
“What was the last thing you said to me?” Harry asked Lily. He needed to see if this memory or flashback he was thrown into was real. If she matched it then it must’ve been real and she must be real.
“I told you that mumma loved you and dada loved you. That you were loved…” she trailed off. Harry started to get a lump in his throat that was burning with every breath. He turned to ‘James’ next.
“What is your animagus and why did you become one?”
“I’m a stag, named Prongs. We became one to help Remus, Moony, out with his full moon transitions.” James said without missing a beat.
Harry had tears starting to well in his eyes. “How are you alive? How long have you been with them?”
“Over a week I think at this point. All the days start to blend together. And we have no clue how we’re alive. One minute it’s Halloween, the next we’re in a dungeon.” James explained. Harry nodded in understanding. That was when the door started to open and a blonde haired teen walked through it.
The blonde came in with some potion vials and some food for the three of them. It wasn’t much, just a few pieces of bread and water, ‘obviously to help with the potion side effects’ Lily concluded.
“Malfoy?” Harry asked incredulously. “What are you doing here?”
“Well Potter if you must know I’m trying to help you. Though, I do technically own the place. Or will when my father bites it.” The young Malfoy said. He came over and handed Harry a potion, which Harry looked back skeptically. “Look I know you have no reason to trust me, but I don’t want this life. Let me help you with a pain reliever potion. Your bodies must be in pain. Snape brewed this for me last week,” Harry took the potion and downed it. Looking pleasantly surprised when there weren't any side effects. “If I wanted to kill you I would’ve you prat.” Draco rolled his eyes and gave similar vials to the rest of the Potters.
“Your parents Lucius and Narcissa then?” James asked. Draco nodded his head and passed a piece of bread over to him. “I’ve always liked Narcissa, one of my favorites of the Blacks, behind Sirius of course.” Harry and Draco looked curiously at James before he waved them off and ate his bread. Lily sat quietly observing this boy who’s behavior mimicked that of Harry’s.
Draco got up to leave and turned back to Harry. “Don’t think this changed anything Potter, I pity you and I still hate your guts.”
Harry scoffed, “Wouldn’t dream of it, Malfoy.”