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BOY WHO LIVES HELD PRISONER AND TORTURED?
An anonymous letter reveals that the two-time hero of the wizarding world is being held captive against his will by two of his professors at Hogwarts School. Year mates confirm that Harry Potter, age 16, vanished about 2/3 of the way through the school year. His dorm mates state that since returning for their sixth year, Mr. Potter never slept in the dorms. They did not know where he was during the nights. It is possible that even then he was under the control of his professors.
Hermione Granger, best friend and also sixteen, states that she saw Professor Severus Snape (ex-death eater, potions master) pour an unknown substance into a cup of tea that Harry later drank. She also stated that it appears Mr. Potter has been coerced into a sexual relationship with Snape as they were observed kissing. Relationships between students and professors are forbidden at Hogwarts.
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore could not be reached for comment but it is believed......
Sirius Black spit out his tea and dropped the Daily Prophet as if it had been transfigured into a hot coal. His swearing eventually brought Remus Lupin to the kitchen. The last of the Marauders were sharing a small house near Hogsmead, although no one but Dumbledore knew they were there.
"Did you read this?" Sirius demanded. "Snivellus has done something to Harry! I knew that greasy git was only there to help Voldemort!"
"Siri, what are you talking about?" Remus asked, picking up the wet paper and looking to see exactly what could have upset his friend so. "Well, this certainly changes things a bit, doesn't it?"
"How can you be so calm?" Sirius demanded. "I should go up to the school and hex off his..."
"Sirius, sit down," Remus snapped. "You know very well that you can't go storming up to the school. You'd be back in Azkaban before you could even get close to Harry. And from the sound of this, he's not at Hogwarts anyway."
Black leaned over the table. "So what are we supposed to do?" he hissed. "Just let that, that, bastard keep Harry?"
"I'll write to Dumbledore," Remus replied. "Surely he'll be able to answer everything."
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Days passed and no reply from the Headmaster came. Sirius had taken to pacing around the house cursing under his breath. Remus tended to sit in whatever room his friend was currently in to put out the small fires and transfigure the furnature back to its original shape. Just when Remus was considering petrifying Sirius, an owl came from the school. But it wasn't from the headmaster, it was from Hermione.
***Sirius,
Please help. Harry is in trouble and no one will listen to me. I can't do anything else to help him or I'll be eaten by a dragon.
Hermione***
"What's this about a dragon?" Sirius asked, passing the parchment to Remus. "And since when do they have dragons at Hogwarts?"
"There was a letter in this morning's prophet that answers at least one of these questions," Remus replied. "I didn't want to point it out to you because you've been on edge so much."
***To the Minister of Magic and the Magical Community; I bid you good-day. I am Madame Draciana le mansa Snape Guardian of Light and Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In regards to the article printed in this morning's Daily Prophet I wish to have a few words. The young man known as Harry Potter has become a Guardian of Light and, as such, is in specialized training to assume his positing within the world. Two of his former friends have taken severe exception to this and contacted your paper with unfounded accusations against myself and my brother, Severus le danma Snape.
In no way has young Harry been harmed. He is free to leave the school any time he chooses; however, based on his treatment by not only the wizarding world in general, but those he considered to be his friends, he has decided to remain in the dungeons for the time being. As one who can command it, I tell you to leave us alone. Anyone who wishes to question the fact that there are two fully trained Guardians of Light living at Hogwarts School may come upon the morrow. We shall address the issue upon the front lawn. **
"Who is this?" Sirius asked, tossing the paper into the fire. "I don't remember any other Snape at school."
"I'm not sure," Remus replied. "But maybe it's time for us to pay Dumbledore a visit. He should've written back by now. It's not like him to not want to talk about Harry."
Sirius snorted. "From the sounds of things, Dumbledore has lost control of Hogwarts." He paused in his pacing and frowned. "What are Guardians of Light?"
"Myths," Remus replied. He pulled on his cloak. "Supposedly there used to be half dragon-half wizards in our world and they commanded respect. They're taught about in defense, don't you remember?"
"I had better things to do at school than study," Sirius said. "Are we going or not?"
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Draciana was seething. The Council had summoned her like a common criminal. She sat in her office, attempting to grade papers, and snarling at anyone who attempted to enter. She only looked up when a pop announced Fawkes. "What now?"
He dropped a piece of parchment onto her desk and vanished. Grumbling she opened it and started to read. "Oh, lovely, just what I needed." She wrapped her white cloak around her shoulders and slammed out of the room.
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Dumbledore was sitting at his desk watching Sirius pace back and forth while Remus eyed his friend. "Albus, I should warn you," Remus started, "Siri has been setting quite a few things on fire these past few days."
"I would have owled you sooner," Albus said, ignoring the snort from Sirius. "But events are no longer in my power. You see, Harry has left Hogwarts."
"Why wasn't I told?" Sirius yelled. "I'm his god-father for Merlin's sake! Shouldn't I have some say in what happens to him?"
Albus frowned and motioned for a chair to sit under Sirius. "Normally, yes," he said, once the swearing had cleared. "But as I said, Harry is no longer my concern. He has left Hogwarts for another life, one I hope will suit him much better than the one he had here."
"And you just let him go!" Sirius exclaimed. "He's not even of age! Who is taking care of him? When can I see him?"
The door opened and closed. Remus looked over and saw a beautiful woman who looked like light embodied. "Never," the woman said. "I assume this is why you wished to see me, Albus?"
"Indeed," Albus replied. "Maybe you can explain things a little better than I can."
"If you would ever tell the truth you wouldn't have this problem," Draciana muttered. "Yes, yes, I know. Gentlemen, how may I help you?"
"Where's Harry?" Sirius demanded.
"Unless I am much mistaken, he's studying at the moment," she said, sitting down. "You must be the much talked about Sirius Black which would make this Remus Lupin."
"We are," Remus said. "But you have the advantage of us." He was positive he'd never seen her before, he surely would have remembered.
Draciana smirked. "Yes."
"Albus, for the love of Merlin, will you just tell us what is going on?" Sirius bellowed.
"My, you are a rude one," Draciana said. "No wonder my brother can't stand to hear your name mentioned. Albus, could you please either shut him up or allow me to do it? This will be so much simpler if he cannot talk."
As Sirius sat sputtering, Remus looked at the woman. She had a certain, familiarity to her. One that he could not account for. He was sure he'd never met her, hadn't been at school with her, and yet there was something....
"I suppose I should introduce myself," she said, almost as if she was doing them a favor. "I am Draciana le mansa Snape."
"Snape!" Sirius exclaimed, springing out of his chair, wand drawn. "What have you and Snivellus done to Harry?"
Draciana snorted and waved a hand. Sirius' wand turned into a piece of poison ivy. "You may not want to hold onto that much longer," she said, turning her attention to the calmer of the two men. "Now, I understand that you taught defense here three years ago. Am I correct?"
"Yes, until Severus told everyone that I'm...."
"A werewolf," Draciana finished. "I had to help him through countless nightmares because of your friends in sixth year. But I believe you are here to discuss Harry, not past differences."
"Where is he?" Sirius yelled, scratching at his wand hand.
"He is happy and he is safe. That is all you need to know."
Albus frowned. "Dracie, these men care a great deal for Harry. Perhaps it would be best to tell them the truth?"
"Granger and Weasley cared for Harry as well and look at the damage they've done. No, Albus, we shall leave it at that."
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The small shack, not really a house, was on the edge of the village. Not many people remembered it was there as Dumbledore had spent a great deal of time working on the spells to keep two of his closest friends safe.
There had been a horrible battle at the end of Harry Potter's fifth year at the Ministry of Magic. Sirius Black, Harry's godfather had gone through the veil after being cursed by his cousin. Harry was told that Sirius was dead. He spent the summer mourning and then seemed to get on with his life.
But not many people knew exactly what the veil was and what it was used for. Sirius was alive. He'd been sent to a special place where he was healed and then evaluated. His powers had indeed grown stronger. However, now Dumbledore faced a real problem; what to do with him. Sirius wanted to fetch Harry from his relatives. Remus wanted to spend time with friend. Dumbledore wanted to keep both men hidden. No one thought to ask what Harry wanted.
The shack in Hogsmead was a compromise. The men would be safe and hidden there. They would be able to spend time together and Sirius would be able to adapt to his new powers. The only thing Albus stood firm on was they could not contact Harry in any form. The child had mourned and Albus wouldn't put him through that pain again. The war was far from over and he didn't know exactly how Sirius would be serving the light, but Dumbledore knew it would be dangerous.
So Sirius wasn't happy but he knew better than to make Dumbledore angry. The man was the most powerful wizard of the age, after all.
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Hermione and Ron were sitting by the lake when she squealed suddenly. "Ron, look, it's Harry!"
"Yeah, with the bats," Ron replied, looking over. "Hermione, wait."
The young witch had jumped up and started running over the lawn. Draciana saw her coming and sighed. "Sev, you go ahead with Harry. I'll stay here and watch." She transformed to her full size and lay down with a yawn to show off every single fang.
Hermione skidded to a stop and paused, unsure of what to do. Ron finally caught up and grabbed her arm. "We're not supposed to be near them, remember?" he whispered, watching the white dragon carefully. "They could still eat us."
"Ron, they couldn't."
"You heard the headmaster," Ron replied. "Come on, we'll talk to Harry soon."
And from his tower window, the headmaster watched with a fond smile as a black dragon took to the air followed by one who was emerald green.