It's Just a Nightmare

Before Malfoy could even react Snape swung around and cuffed him in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. Lucius heard a small crack as his jawbone split in half. Pain enough to rival crucio hit him and throbbed through his entire face. A large purple mark was beginning to form on his perfectly white skin. Suddenly he felt something hit him and he immediately blacked out. Snape quiet cast a stunning spell on him to make sure he really was knocked out. Slowly he moved Lucius' unconscious form into a large dark cupboard in the corner. He silently shoved the body into the cavernous cupboard and locked the door, pocketing the key.

Snape slumped against the back wall. His sudden burst of adrenaline certainly had saved him. His heart began to calm down and his breathing became fairly regular. He snorted at himself. He had give himself perhaps 2 hours to escape with Harry because he knew that as soon as word came out he was a spy there would be no chance of rescuing Harry at all. Snape swiftly glanced at the potion, which was half done. A plan started to take shape in his mind. Snape rapidly added six table spoons of sugar and a couple of drops of blue food colouring to the potion. He stealthy ladled some into a flask and left the dungeons in a swirl of black clothes.

Snape stalked through the dark, gothically decorated hallways to Voldermort's room, sweat was beginning to form on his brow. He quickly wiped it away before he even considered knocking on the large, grotesquely decorated, double doors. Snape did his best calculated knock and a blood curdling voice answered.

"Come in Severusss," it hissed and Snape felt a clod shiver down his spine. Unwillingly, he opened the doors and stepped inside, into a brightly lit chamber. There was a huge four-poster bed decorated in Slytherin Green and silver with silk sheets. A large ornamented desk stood to one side of the surprising small chamber, but Snape knew it wasn't Voldermort's only chamber. The desk was littered with rolls of parchment and inkwells. What surprised Snape was the large cot beside the bed. It too had sheets of green and silver but Harry occupied it. He was very still, worryingly still.

"My Lord, I have the potion but I will require a quite room with no distractions to that I can modify Ha... Alexander's memory," explained Snape in his most humble voice, which most people would consider pretty arrogant. However Voldermort chuckled his evil chuckle, he was used to Snape.

"All right Severus, take him to your dungeons but I expect you to bring him back in 2 hours time," agreed Voldermort.

"Of course, my lord," said Snape, trying not to express his shock in his voice. He immediately got up and crossed over to the cot to pick up Harry. He was sure his heart was going to burst open from anxiety. This was too easy, it really was. Voldermort wouldn't allow he to take Harry to the dungeons, he would rather have them somewhere where they could be heard. Could Voldermort have found out he was a spy or at least suspected him of being one. He could almost fell those red eyes boring into his back. Suddenly he felt very exposed. Snape bent down to pick up-

"No Severus, let me do it," evil murmured. Voldermort gently picked up the baby with his spider like hands. Harry stirred a bit and then woke up. Snape couldn't help noticing how sweet and innocent the baby looked as Harry yawned and rubbed his eyes. He stared up at Severus and Voldermort with his large, emerald eyes.

"Thank you my Lord," said Snape as Voldermort handed him the baby. Of course Snape had never held a baby in his life before and he was absolutely useless at it. He caught Harry in a very awkward and painful position. Harry started to scream at the top of his lungs, the sound would have made the most famous banshee terribly ashamed. Voldermort swiftly pried the baby form Severus' arms and gently rocked Harry backwards and forwards. The baby's face gradually paled again and he rubbed his eyes with his little fists.

"Severus, would it effect anything if I came along?" hissed Voldermort giving Snape a rather suspicious stare.

"I'm sorry my Lord but the modification will most likely go wrong if another person was in the room with him," answered Snape in his most professional voice. The Dark lord impatiently held up his hand, as he did not like being lectured.

"Alright Severus but you be careful," reminded Voldermort.

"Of course, my lord," answered Snape, trying to keep his nerves under control. Voldermort carefully handed Harry over, showing Snape how to hold him. Snape gingerly held the baby and stalked out of the room, swirling his cloak more than usual. It was his way of disguising fear. The black bat glided through the halls but instead of turning to go his lab he slipped into a small room opposite to the lab. This was actually his store cupboard where he kept his supply of hard to brew potions. Snape fumbled about a cupboard with one hand and tentatively held an irritated Harry in the other. Finally he produced a small vial full with something that looked like liquid emerald in it. Harry squirmed again,

"Stop squirming, Potter, I'm trying to save your sorry behind!" hissed Snape, "You'll have to drink this invisibility potion and try not to move afterwards. I'm going to put you in a bag, it may be uncomfortable but for god's sake don't make a sound!" Harry nodded and gurgled. "Shut up, Potter. Now open wide." Snape carefully poured the potion into Harry's small mouth, making sure that not a drop was wasted. Immediately Harry disappeared but Snape could still feel him. Suddenly he heard footsteps approaching, not of one person but of many. Without even thinking, he stuffed Harry into a large black bag, designed for potions ingredients. The footsteps were coming closer and closer. Snape's heart made a leap for his mouth and his hand automatically reached for his wand. Beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead like little round icicles. His insides seemed to have disappeared as the measured footsteps became louder and louder. They halted outside the door and Snape nearly ate his tongue. He fingered his wand and moved his feet into duelling posture as the adrenaline rush began.

"Severus, I know you're in there," came Lucius Malfoy's slow and sardonic drawl. "Come out with Alex unharmed or the Master will have your head on a silver platter," laughed Malfoy