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Blood Bound	By : greenwizard11 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Harry spent the next four weeks arguing with Uncle Vernon and preparing for the task at hand. Mr. Weasley had accompanied Harry home and explained to the Dursleys that they were potentially in danger. Two members of the Order had been selected to guard them at a secret location.

Severus hadn’t written even once, which caused Harry to worry a great deal. His only comfort was knowing that if something major happened to Severus, he would feel it. At the top of the tower he’d felt Severus’ broken shoulder like it was his own, so the bond was definitely fully functional now.

He tried to keep busy between shouting matches with Uncle Vernon. One afternoon he dumped the contents of his trunk out on the floor and began sorting through it. It amazed him how much clutter he’d acquired over the years. He started two piles: one of things he would need, and one of things he would be leaving behind.

His heart was doing flip-flops in his chest the day he was finally going to be able to leave for good. He didn’t know where he was going, but he would see Severus again. Much to Severus’ annoyance, Harry had told the Weasleys about their relationship. They weren’t at all pleased, but Harry had defended Severus fiercely. He had just as much right as anyone else, if not more, to do what made him happy.

Harry gathered up everything he would be taking with him and packed it into a rucksack. He tossed the newspaper clippings about Dumbledore into the trashcan since they’d be of little use to him. Quite a few people had written wonderful things about the late Headmaster that were a constant reminder of how little he knew the man. Harry was beginning to regret badly that he’d never asked Dumbledore more about himself.

Harry took one last look at his room before heading downstairs where the Dursleys were waiting, all packed and ready to leave. None of them seemed too pleased about the situation. “I don’t see why I have to leave my home just because of one of your lot,” Uncle Vernon mumbled.

Harry took a deep breath. Shouting, even though it would make him feel better, would accomplish little. “As Mr. Weasley explained to you half a dozen times, Lord Voldemort might come after you to get to me. The blood wards that have protected me for so long will expire when I turn seventeen. He seems to like going after people I care about, and he’ll assume that because you’re family, I care about you.”

Harry did care, at least a little. His relatives hadn’t exactly been kind to him, but still he didn’t want to see them tortured and killed just for being associated with him. It was complicated.

“How do I know you’re not planning to steal the house?” Uncle Vernon glared at him.

Harry shook his head. “My godfather left me a house in London. Why would I want this place? It’s not exactly as if it’s full of fond memories.”

Uncle Vernon huffed but didn’t argue anymore. Harry whispered a thank-you to the universe when the doorbell finally rang. He answered it and greeted Dedalus and Hestia, the two Order members who were going to guard the Dursleys.

Harry stood quietly and listened while they went over the plan one last time. They would drive the car ten miles away before Apparating, since magical activity at the house would draw the Ministry’s attention and possibly get Harry arrested. The Ministry couldn’t exactly be trusted any longer.

Harry hissed and dropped to the floor when a sudden searing pain ripped through his hip, side, and shoulder. His immediate thought was of Severus and their unborn child. Something must have happened.

“Harry, are you all right?” Hestia asked, kneeling down beside him.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Harry assured her. He was suddenly very anxious to leave so he could make sure Severus was all right.

“Are you sure?” Dedalus asked.

“I’m sure.” Harry nodded and got back on his feet.

Uncle Vernon was giving him a very strange look. The large man uttered a very awkward goodbye before walking out the door. Petunia looked as if she wanted to say something, but instead she simply ushered Dudley out the door.

Harry stood in the center of the living room and watched them drive away, his side aching horribly. Now that they were gone it felt strange knowing he would probably never see them again. He thought about all the evenings they’d gone out and left him by himself; but back then he’d always known they would return.

Harry sat on the couch and watched a little TV while he waited for someone to come get him. He jumped a little bit when he suddenly heard a loud roar in the back yard. He hurried outside and was a little surprised to see several of his friends standing there, one of them Hagrid on his motorbike. “What’s all this?” he asked. “I thought we were going to be discreet.”

“Plans have changed a little,” Moody grumbled. “We’re going with Severus’ plan.”

“Severus?” Harry bit his lip at the mention of the name. “Has anyone spoken to him lately?”

“Don’t worry, he’ll be waiting at the Burrow for you.” Ron frowned. “Mum’s going to fetch him.”

Harry was still worried, but he supposed there was nothing he could do right then. “Okay, so what’s the plan?”

“We’ve put protections on several places,” Remus explained. “You’re going to go to one of them and then use a Portkey to get to the Burrow.”

“What good does that do?” Harry asked. “If they’re watching the house, they’ll see what direction we all go.”

“Guess it’s a good thing we’re not all going in the same direction, then,” Moody said as he pulled out a bottle full of what looked like mud. Harry knew instantly what it was.

“No.” He shook his head, backing up. “I’m not going to let anyone risk themselves that way. Anything but that. I’m not giving you my hair.”

George grinned and shook his head. “Darn it. If only we outnumbered you. Oh, wait—we do.”

“You wouldn’t!” Harry looked around dubiously at each of his trusted friends.

“Yes, Harry, we would.” Hermione stepped forward. “When are you going to get it into your head that we’re going to help you whether you like it or not?”

Harry let out a defeated sigh and pulled out a few hairs, handing them to Hermione. She put them into the Polyjuice Potion and it began to bubble and turned a deep golden color.

Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Fleur each took a conjured cup from Moody and drank a little of the potion. Harry watched as all five of them turned into exact copies of him, their skin bubbling and flowing like melted wax. It wasn’t a pretty sight. It was even stranger to watch them pass around a sack of clothes and change right there in the kitchen. Harry had to avert his eyes and took a seat at the table.

Once they were finished Moody paired each fake Harry with a guard. “Harry, you’ll go with Hagrid on the bike. We figure that’ll be the last thing the Death Eaters will expect. They’ll anticipate the real Harry being with me, I’m sure.”

Harry didn’t exactly feel reassured, but he wasn’t going to argue. He had to climb into the sidecar because there was no room for him on the seat. The others climbed onto their respective brooms or thestrals. At Moody’s command, they all took off at the same time. Harry held on tight as the sidecar lurched upward and the house below quickly became smaller and smaller. Harry could barely tell which one it was when he turned for one last look, to officially say goodbye.

They hadn’t gone very far when Death Eaters appeared, confirming that Harry was indeed being watched. There were only a handful, and seeing six Harrys seemed to really throw them. They split up, two chasing after Hagrid.

Harry pulled out his wand. At first he was only going to try and disarm them, but Severus’ words echoed in his head. He ducked as a bolt of green light flew at him, then retaliated with a Stunner. He only managed to graze his target, but it made the cloaked wizard back off a little. Harry’s next attack hit the second Death Eater dead center in the chest. The man floated in mid-air for a second before plummeting toward the ground.

Harry nearly fell out of the sidecar when the bike jerked forward again. The remaining Death Eater who had been trailing him didn’t come back, and the rest of the journey was a quiet one. They landed in a small yard, the sidecar breaking loose and sending Harry flying into a little pond.

“Harry!” Hagrid called out and ran over to him.

“I’m all right,” Harry assured him.

A heavy-set blond man came out to greet him. “Hello, Harry. Ted Tonks.” The man held out his hand. “So glad you arrived safely, though that looked like a rather rough landing.”

Harry took Ted’s hand and shook it. “Yeah, well, I’m just a little wet.” Harry noticed a woman standing at the door and he did a double take. At first glance he could’ve sworn he was looking right at Bellatrix, but at second glance he saw that her features were much warmer.

He followed Ted into the house, telling him all about the Death Eater attack. “I guess it was good we took all of these precautions, then.” Ted gave him a little smile, but Harry could tell he was worried.

“I guess,” Harry agreed. “There really weren’t that many. I’m sure the others are fine.” He was trying to convince himself as much as he was Ted. While they hadn’t been outnumbered or anything, those were still his friends out there pretending to be him. He wouldn’t quit worrying until Voldemort was dead.

“Your Portkey is going to leave soon,” Ted said, pointing to a silver hairbrush. “When you see ‘Dora, tell her to send us a message to let us know she’s all right.”

“I will,” Harry promised. As worried as he was about Severus and their unborn child, he could only imagine how worried Ted and his wife were about Tonks.

A blue glow emanated from the hairbrush, signaling that it was about to leave. Harry and Hagrid both put their hands on it and Harry braced himself for what he knew was coming. There was a sudden jerk, then he felt himself spinning into nothingness.

Seconds later he was tossed into a patch of grass. A few of the other false Harrys and their escorts were already there waiting in the yard. “Harry, thank goodness!” Mrs. Weasley cried, and she flung her arms around him as soon as he was on his feet.

Harry spotted Severus standing nearby. He ran over and threw himself into the elder wizard’s arms. “I was so worried!” he said, burying his face in Severus’ chest and inhaling his scent deeply. He felt Severus stiffen a little but chalked it up to Severus not liking public displays of affection.

“I’m fine, as you can see,” Severus answered.

“It didn’t feel like it earlier.” Harry frowned.

“That was just a little fall,” Severus explained. “I was up on a chair trying to fix those bloody curtains in the drawing room when I lost my balance. They still don’t close right.”

“You didn’t write, either.”

Severus sighed and looked around at their audience. “Now really isn’t the time. Suffice it to say I told you you wouldn’t miss much, and you didn’t.”

Harry let the matter drop and waited with the others for the last few stragglers to arrive. The remaining Portkeys appeared in the yard one by one with their passengers. George had been hit with a Stunning spell, but Remus had been able to get them both to safety. Other than that, everyone was unharmed.

Mrs. Weasley had a big pot of tea and platters of sandwiches waiting for them in the kitchen. It had been a long night, but the plan had worked. Harry was able to breathe a deep sigh of relief and catch up with his friends. Apparently Remus and Tonks had gotten married in a small, quiet ceremony. Harry offered his congratulations, wishing he could have been there.

Moody left almost immediately, but Mrs. Weasley talked Remus and Tonks into staying the night. The Burrow would be crowded, but that was the way Mrs. Weasley seemed to like it. Severus was staying in Percy’s old room, and although Harry wanted to sleep with him, Mrs. Weasley insisted that he stay in Ron’s room. She wasn’t quite comfortable with the two of them sharing a bed in her house. Harry didn’t like it, but he knew better than to argue.

Remus woke up in the middle of the night and got up to go to the bathroom. On his way back to bed he heard a noise downstairs in the kitchen. He didn’t think there was any reason to be alarmed, but he was curious about who was still up. He found Severus sitting in the dark at the kitchen table, sipping on another cup of tea. “Can’t sleep?” Remus offered with a friendly smile.

“I was sleeping like a baby until I woke with a strong urge to count the stars,” Severus grumbled sarcastically.

Remus lit one of the lanterns and joined him at the table. “You can talk to me, you know. I said I wouldn’t judge, and I won’t.”

Severus downed the rest of his tea and set the cup aside. “Remus, I’m a damned fool.”

Remus wrinkled his brow. “How so?”

“I think I’m in over my head with Harry. I tried to be supportive and now he seems to think I’m his boyfriend or something.”

“Aren’t you?”

“I don’t know!” Severus snapped. “I just . . . I don’t know what happened. He wasn’t supposed to find out. In a way it’s nice not to have to carry that little secret around with me anymore. I’m glad I’m getting the chance to get to know him. It was supposed to be just sex . . . .”

Remus glanced down at Severus’ belly. “But it’s turned into quite a bit more.”

“Yes, apparently my body was very receptive to him,” Severus grumbled. “The very first time.” He shook his head.

“I see.” Remus nodded. “Even though I like to think the best of my friends, I was never the type to bury my head in the sand. I think I have a pretty good idea of what you and James did to protect Harry. Severus, with a bond like that it’s really not that big a surprise that you grew a womb the first time you two . . . you know. What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t.” Severus frowned. “Haven’t you learned by now that all it takes to get me on my back is a few kind words?”

“And rum—don’t forget the rum,” Remus smirked. “But in all seriousness, don’t be so down on yourself. Don’t make me hit you with a rolled-up newspaper.”

A small smile flashed across Severus’ features. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Since James isn’t here to do it, someone has to. Severus, if I may make an observation, you are a very intelligent and talented wizard, but you’ve built these walls around yourself. You won’t let anyone in. James had to make the first move and storm the gates. He was good at that. I know—he had to do the same thing with me. And I think he left a crack that Harry was able to get through, but you’re still fighting it because you’re afraid of getting hurt again.”

Severus crossed his arms. “I hate know-it-alls. It was just sex with James at first, you know. He seemed fine with it.”

Remus chuckled softly. “James was a real piece of work. You wouldn’t have gotten as far as you did with him if he hadn’t at least liked you. We all found it so odd that he trusted you, a supposedly reformed Death Eater, but he stabbed Pettigrew with a quill when Peter got too close to Harry. Sirius should have trusted James’ judgment and made you their Secret Keeper.”

“I certainly wouldn’t have gotten my heart ripped out of my chest.” Severus nodded in agreement. “It was so easy with James.”

“James wasn’t needy. I don’t mean to say anything bad about Harry, of course. It isn’t his fault he ended up with those horrible people. He craves affection and clings to whoever will give it to him.”

“As I’ve noticed. He didn’t even want to leave me for a few weeks.”

“Just give him time. I think you both have a lot to think about. That baby really complicates things, I know.”

“You have no idea. I never thought there would be anyone else after James. Now I’m carrying his grandchild, of all things!”

Remus put his hand on Severus’ shoulder. “Harry isn’t James, but he’s a wonderful young man. Like I said, give him time. Maybe I’ll even have a little chat with him. I know this must be difficult for both of you. We’re in the middle of a war, there’s a child on the way, and the bond between you is screwing with your feelings. Fortunately, wars don’t last forever. You’ll figure out the right thing to do.”

Severus glanced over at Remus. “You really are an incurable optimist, aren’t you?”

Remus shrugged. “It’s better than the alternative. You should go back to bed. I’ll clean all this up.”

Severus stood and turned toward the other wizard, shaking his hand awkwardly. “I really don’t deserve your friendship, but . . . thank you.”

“It was my pleasure. Do you at least feel better?”

“A little,” Severus admitted.

“Good. I’m glad I could be of some help. You can always come to me, Severus.”

Severus swallowed hard. “Yes. Well, goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Remus smiled as he watched Severus climb the stairs up to his room.
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