There was immediately a knock at the door. "Harry? What was that sound? Is someone in there with you?"

"Umm, no, Sev, everything's fine!" I called quickly, while trying to recall the words that Tyrannus had told me to say to hide my wings. "Occulto meus pennae!" I whispered hurriedly, and the wings quickly receded back into the skin of my back, making me feel as if I'd lost part of myself.

Severus opened the door and gave me a strange look. "Are you sure you should be standing up?"

"I'm perfectly fine, if a little sweaty," I responded.

"Then why is your shirt ripped in the back?" he asked suspiciously.

"…It…must have caught on the railing when I got out of bed," I stammered out quickly.

He eyed my doubtfully, then said, "Lord Voldemort wants to speak with you."

I swallowed involuntarily. He may have saved my life, but he'd also tried to kill me on multiple occasions. There was no way around it this time, however. I was going to have to talk to him. "When?"

"…Now." He stepped out of the way of the door, allowing Voldemort to come in.

"Leave," Voldemort ordered him. It seemed like Severus was about to protest, but then thought better of it and left. Voldemort shut the door after him, and then turned to me. I saw that he had been restored to the appearance he'd had as Tom Marvolo Riddle. "So, Potter. I never thought you a masochist."

A/N: I know, I know, it's short, very short. But I wanted to get SOMETHING out. I've been neglecting most of my fics. *dies*