It took a while to get to Voldemort’s lair. On the way Harry began to seethe with anger. What was his problem? Harry began thinking to himself of what he would say to Snape one day, this seemed to calm him down and he began thinking with a more level head. He finally had his whole speech worked out when, forgetting about the transmitter, he began reciting it in his head: Snape, why do you hate me so badly? Ever since the first day I came to Hogwarts, you’ve had it out for me. How could it possibly be because of my father? Whatever things he had done to you, that was what HE did to you, not what I have done. Yes he was horrible to you, and I don’t know what he was like to anyone else, but I would never treat anyone that way, I know what its like to be on the receiving end of such treatment from yourself as well as others who seem think that because I have this scar on my face, that I am the one who thinks I deserve special treatment. On my first day in your class, you belittled me and said “clearly fame isn’t everything” well, don’t you think that I would rather have my family alive and well than be famous?! I just don’t understand why you think it is ok to treat me this way. Yes, I looked into your memories in the pensive, but it wasn’t to see your hurtful memories, and I know now that I shouldn’t have done it, and for that apologize. I just want this feud between us to be over.

He paused in his thought for a moment mulling over how all that sounded, he wanted to come off as an adult, not a seething child, he believed that would do the trick and was about to turn his attention elsewhere when he saw that Snape was standing open-mouthed. Harry went wide-eyed, as he remembered the earpieces they were all equipped with. He hurried over his speech and with a sinking heart, he realized that he did, indeed think Snape’s name at the beginning and ‘over’ at the end. He was glad that Snape couldn’t see him in the invisibility cloak, but he was also glad that he had gotten all of that off his chest, finally; He knew that he probably would never have actually said anything to Snape, but it was good for one to face their possible demise with all of one’s hatchets buried.

They neared the house and Moody announced that there was to be complete silence. Harry braced himself and held his wand at the ready, eyes scanning the area for possible death eaters. There was movement near the side of the building and Harry tossed a stunner in that direction, dropping the cloaked figure to the ground. Harry heard Leslie’s voice say ‘nice shot’ in his ear as Kingsley used an experimental spell, which worked like lasers in a vault, revealing even people in invisibility cloaks as their mass blocks the beam which was now sweeping the grounds in front of them. It revealed two more people who were obviously attempting to sneak closer to the group before they gave themselves away.

Snape shot an expelliarmus at one of them while Tonks hit the other with a body bind. Annabella then sent all three to the ministry of magic, where another team from the Order was waiting, with a wave of her wand. Kingsley pronounced the west clear and called for team north, Neville’s team, to come in. They advanced upon the house and Harry found it difficult to swallow as there was a mass of fear stuck in the back of his throat. Annabella had just whispered alohamora on the window they were going to use to get into the house when Harry heard an all too familiar voice behind him.

“Not so fast, white-hats,”

Harry turned with dread to see the snarling face of Bellatrix Lesrange holding her wand to the side of Tonk’s neck.

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