A Hogwarts Intervention

Chapter 1: Kidnapped

Hogwarts awoke with a quiet settling groan. Taking a few months to review the events that had happened since she was last properly awake she noted the potential of three very special people who passed through her walls. With a degree of sadness she noted the anger, hatred, and fear that still existed between them. Following the magical trace that she placed on all who were granted safe passage or refuge within her walls she was pleased to discover that two of the three still resided within her. She was also happy to note that one of those two had regular, if often painful, contact with the third wizard who had caught her eye.

Tying a stronger strand of her magic to the older one who bore the mark of the wizard she sought she mentally followed Severus Tobias Snape to the latest Death Eater meeting. She absently noted the connection of Voldemort's magic to the mark on Snape's arm, analyzing it and immediately memorizing it to the point of intimate familiarity. She ignored the soul link between Voldemort and Harry for now, knowing that the young Gryffindor wouldn't physically be in the presence of the Dark Lord quickly enough for her tastes. Hogwarts watched in sorrow as the snake hybrid that the Dark Lord had become conducted the meeting and handed out punishment to those who displeased him. Just as he dismissed them the castle took her chance and surged her magic along the strand of power wrapped around the dour man. Entangling both Potions Master and Dark Lord in her magic before yanking them back within her walls, adding a twist to the strand of power to collect the third member of the party from the Gryffindor dorms.

When the three wizards came too they were slumped around a round table, each in their own chair not only facing each other but a notice board as well. Chains were wrapped around them connecting to floor and walls to keep them in place. Snape was the first to awaken. He immediately noticed the bonds holding him to the chair he sat in and the loss of his wand, causing Snape to decide that he was some type of captive. Instead of advertising his awakened state he opted to remain as relaxed as possible while orienting himself and deciding if he could overpower whoever had captured him.

That plan went out the window the moment he heard two very familiar voices quietly mutter or snarl, respectively, to either side of him. Feeling dread pool in the pit of his stomach he sighed heavily before opening his eyes in resignation and checking the identities of his fellow captives. Much to his pained exasperation the Dark Lord was secured similarly to his left while Harry Potter was chained in his own chair on the potion master's right. Glancing around quickly he spotted their wands, laid out neatly under a glass case on a small table placed below a tapestry of some type. When he finally looked at the tapestry, after visually checking that his wand was undamaged, he saw an ultimatum that settled heavily on his heart and caused him to make a pained sound, despite all of his Occlumency shields. Thus drawing the attention of the other two captives to the words that had burned themselves into the dour man's mind.

Sons of Hogwarts, you have fallen far.
To once more chance to reach upon a star,
Speak of past hurts and fallen lines,
That it might dispel the deeply entrenched lies,
Of minds and twinkling eyes.

To leave the Room of Spoken Truth,
Speak no falsehood and withhold your frightful wrath,
That you may once more walk the path with lightened hearts,
That the hurts of times past fall to truthful darts.

Words of sorrow, Words of pain,
Share and watch it washed away by forgiving rain.

To gain your freedom you must share,
The past, the present, and worldly fare.

Once truth is spoken and fully known,
No longer will you be bound by earthly tome.

Beware, that the peace be maintained,
Or face the chance that it be contained.