Lily's Charm- Severitus fanfiction

Immortal

1996

Harry tried to pull his elbow away, but his father held tight; he was staring at Dumbledore. Harry turned his eyes back to the Headmaster. The old blue eyes were darkening, and Harry flinched as fire exploded his scar. Before he had time to react, Severus was flinging him backwards with a force much more powerful than Harry could have expected.

He landed with a hard crack inside the fireplace and in the next instant, as he cried out in protest, Harry was swallowed in green flame, even as a roared command, stay put, Harry! flamed through his mind. He had no idea how to answer back as the rooms flashed by with dizzying speed.

The Floo spit him out angrily and Harry flew a couple of meters through the air before crashing down on a hard floor, his nose smashing up against the wood. Pain seared through his face. He had to drag a shallow breath through his open mouth before he was steady enough to sit up.

Harry looked around in bleary confusion, his eyes blinking rapidly against the sting of pain. He reached a cautious hand up and flinched as he brushed against his nose; his fingers came away from his face coated in crimson.

He reached his other hand up belatedly to his scar, as he realized that the blinding pain he'd experienced in Grimmauld Place was gone. But he was almost certain he'd seen Dumbledore's eyes turning red and then a terror that had not been his own, had gripped him before his father had threw him into the Floo. Before the green flames had finished pulling themselves around him, Harry had seen his father raising his wand toward the Headmaster.

Anxiety filled him and though Harry wasn't sure he was steady enough to stand, he did finally draw his wand. But he couldn't hear any sounds that might indicate he wasn't completely alone. He looked around the room slowly, carefully trying not to move the muscles in his face too much. The room was fairly large, though it was mostly empty, except for a sofa, a low table...and a picture.

Harry squinted toward the frame, wincing again as he did. His mum was smiling out at him, his toddler self laughing in her arms and Harry realized this must be the safe house his father had mentioned, but since he'd never been told the location, he couldn't see how he could have gotten here. He couldn't worry about that right now...

Harry levered himself with his hand against the sofa and stood up, his knees shaky. His head swam and he thought he'd sick up. He paused, trying to allow himself to regain his equilibrium, but it was almost impossible. All he wanted to do was rush back into the Floo and go back to his dad. He didn't know what had happened but whatever it was, somehow it had to with that locket.

Ignoring the wash of nausea as well as the throbbing throughout his face, Harry turned unsteadily back toward the fireplace, a new anxiety working through him. He knew his father would likely ground him for a month if he went back, as the order to stay where he was had been unmistakable, but he couldn't just sit here, waiting to find out what was happening. Both his dad and Remus were there and Dumbledore...well it was as if he had somehow been possessed. The only other eyes he'd ever seen that had glowed that way had been Voldemort's. And his scar had burned...

With a shaky nod, though no one could see him, Harry finished his journey to the Floo. He found the small box of powder on the mantel; it looked just as delicate as the one in their quarters at Hogwarts. Harry moved his fingers over the top of the box, but it didn't seem to have a lid.

"Amium," he commanded as he pointed his wand at the box. He winced as the word came out differently than he'd intended. Damn nose! The box stayed firmly closed. "Obvium," he ordered more forcefully, stressing the word this time and then gasping as fire spread throughout his features, but still nothing happened. Frustrated, and hoping maybe he could split the box open, Harry threw it sharply against the floor. The box stayed closed.