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Blood Bound	By : greenwizard11 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe. I only play with the characters for my own amusement; which all I'm getting out of the writing of this story. So dance puppets, dance!

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The whole house was woken up bright and early the morning of the wedding. After they’d waited a while and Severus still hadn’t come down, Mrs. Weasley sent George to wake him. Harry couldn’t help but chuckle when George came tumbling down the stairs with a yelp. “He’s not done sleeping yet,” George said as he picked himself up off the floor and sat back down at the breakfast table.

After breakfast the garden was de-gnomed again and chairs were set up in front of an altar Charlie was putting together. Right before the guests were to arrive Harry was given Polyjuice made with a few hairs from a red-headed boy from the nearby village. They didn’t want to take any chances with so many people around, and they hoped that since so many Weasleys were coming no one would take much notice of another cousin.

It wasn’t safe for Severus to take Polyjuice in his condition, so he was just going to change his appearance a little and mostly stay out of sight. Harry, Ron, and Ginny all stared when he came down wearing sharp-looking dress robes. His eyes were now a deep blue, and his hair was chestnut brown, pulled back in a short ponytail. The most noticeable difference was how much younger he looked. “Wow…” was all Harry could think of to say.

Severus turned to him with a little smirk. “Like my new appearance, do you?”

“I…yes, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t like you before. Before you were…and now you’re….” He gestured vaguely.

Severus chuckled. “Don’t get too used to it. I used a youth charm, but it’s just for today. I decided it might be fun to be in my early twenties again.”

“You look really nice, but I like you better just the way you were.”

“Nice save.” Severus smirked and shook his head. “You’re getting a little bit smarter every day.”

Severus was going to stay inside for the time being, but Harry was sent out with Ron, Fred, and George to greet arriving guests and show them to their seats. Harry was a little nervous about their plan, but sure enough, no one seemed to take much notice of him. He was beginning to wonder just how big the Weasley family was that they couldn’t keep track of each other.

As soon as everyone else was seated, Harry followed Ron to their seats close to the front. The band started playing and the guests turned toward the back. Ginny and Gabrielle came down the aisle first, both looking gorgeous. Then Fleur followed with her father. She looked absolutely stunning in her gown.

The same minister who had spoken at Dumbledore’s funeral performed the short but sweet ceremony. Then, with a wave of his wand, he transformed the yard into a dance floor with tables. The band started playing, and wizards carrying trays of food and drink came out of the house.

Harry sat at a table with Ron and Hermione, but as soon as Ron spotted Viktor Krum he asked Hermione to dance, leaving Harry alone. He spotted Luna and said hello to her. Somehow she seemed to know who he was despite his changed appearance.

After she wandered off to dance alone, Harry spotted an elderly wizard he was sure was Elphias Doge, the wizard who’d written Dumbledore’s official obituary. Harry couldn’t resist approaching him and talking about Dumbledore. Apparently Doge had been friends with Dumbledore since they’d attended school together.

The pleasant conversation was ruined by Ron’s Aunt Muriel, who seemed to take great pleasure in bashing Dumbledore’s memory. She was a Rita Skeeter fan, and there was no doubt in her mind that every claim the wretched reporter made was true. Harry ended up having to endure listening to how Dumbledore had been involved in the Dark Arts and had probably killed his sister. Doge tried to defend his friend’s memory, but it seemed he didn’t know much more than anyone else about the subject.

Harry was relieved to spot Severus sitting in a corner, swaying to the music. Harry slipped away quietly and approached him. “Dance with me?” he asked.

Severus considered the request for a moment. “Can you refrain from stepping on my toes?”

“I’ll try,” Harry responded.

Severus stood and joined him on the dance floor, where they began swaying to the music. Harry tried to watch where he stepped, but it seemed he was cursed with two left feet. Severus growled in exasperation. “You’re thinking too much. Feel the music.”

Harry took a deep breath and let himself relax a little. “Can I ask you something?”

“Can I stop you?”

Harry frowned. “I was just talking to Elphias Doge when Muriel butted in. She said Rita Skeeter is probably right, that Dumbledore dabbled in the Dark Arts. That can’t be true, can it?”

Severus stiffened a little. “Would it matter if it was?”

Harry shrugged. “It just doesn’t fit. I mean, I know you did some stuff—not that I hold it against you,” he added quickly.

“Harry, everyone has a past. Believe it or not, I can’t answer your question. Dumbledore didn’t like to talk about his youth much. However, I will say this: if I ever end up a kindly-seeming old man—and please kill me if I do—it won’t magically erase my past. I’ve made my share of mistakes, and I’ve learned from them. That’s all any of us can do. Maybe Dumbledore did take after his father and hate Muggles for a time. The important thing is, if he did, he eventually saw the error of his ways and changed.”

Harry nodded and leaned in a little closer. “I guess that makes sense. I just hate that Rita Skeeter is dragging his name through the mud.”

“Albus Dumbledore had many friends, and he had many enemies. Such is life when you stand up for what you believe in.”

All eyes turned when a bright white light streaked across the sky, a lynx patronus landing in the yard. “The Ministry has fallen. They’re coming,” it said in Kingsley’s deep, booming voice, and then it vanished.

Harry watched everything unfold in slow motion. Guests scattered as soon as they realized what was happening, many of them Disapparating on the spot. The protections on the Burrow were gone now. Harry scanned the crowd for Ron and Hermione as he clung to Severus’ hand and dragged him across the grass.

He found his friends in the crowd and reached out for Hermione’s hand. The moment her hand was in his, Harry felt himself sucked into nothingness. When he opened his eyes they were standing in the middle of a small park. Severus was leaning against a tree, looking a little pale.

“I’m fine,” he assured Harry. “Just a little tired.”

“Where are we?” Harry asked, a little upset at being whisked away so suddenly. “What about everyone else?”

“Harry, they were after you,” Hermione pointed out. “Severus did the right thing by getting us out of there, though he isn’t supposed to Apparate himself, let alone three other people.”

“Save the lectures,” Severus grumbled. “There was a slight risk, but judging by what I’m feeling right now, junior is unhappy but fine otherwise.” He winced and reached into a pocket and pulled out a little black leather pouch. “We can get changed in these trees over here.”

Fortunately, the little park seemed deserted. “What are we going to change into?” Harry asked.

“I told you I had everything ready to go,” Hermione said. She dug in her beaded purse, pulling out some clothes and handing them over.

“How did you do that?” Harry asked curiously.

“An Undetectable Extending Charm,” she answered. “I’ve got everything right in here—well, except Severus’ things, but I think he took care of that himself.”

“Indeed I did,” Severus said, reaching into his pouch and pulling out a set of clothes. “Now, hurry up. We don’t want to stay in one place too long.”

Severus slipped out of his dress robes and changed into a pair of baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt. Harry paused for a moment to take in the unusual sight. He’d never seen Severus in Muggle clothes before. As soon as Harry finished changing, Hermione handed him his Invisibility Cloak. “You might want to put this on for now.”

Harry put it around him and vanished from sight. He stuck close to his companions as they left the park and began walking down a crowded street. He was pretty sure they were in London, but not a part of it he’d ever been to.

Hermione pulled them into an all-night café, picking a booth in the corner and ordering three cappuccinos. “What are we going to do now?” she asked.

“Maybe we should get to some place like the Leaky Cauldron where we can find out what’s going on,” Ron suggested, turning his nose up at the coffee when the waitress brought it over.

“We already know what happened: Voldemort took over the Ministry,” Hermione said in a hushed tone. “What else do we need to know? We need to stay hidden, for everyone’s sakes.”

Ron frowned, but he couldn’t argue with her logic. “Where are we going to go, then?”

“For now, why don’t we go to Grimmauld Place?” Severus suggested. “It should be relatively safe for the moment, and I really don’t think I’m up for sleeping in the woods.”

Ron glanced at three burly men who came in and sat against the opposite wall. “Maybe that’s where you should go. No offense, but you’ll just slow us down.”

“I see.” Severus leaned back and folded his arms. “And I suppose you three have everything figured out already. You know exactly what you’re going to do and how. I guess you don’t need to know what I know.”

“We’re not splitting up,” Harry said, still hidden under the cloak. “Even if Severus didn’t have valuable information we need, he was seen running away with us. I’m not leaving him to fend for himself.”

As soon as he finished the sentence, a jet of light shot past his head. The waitress shrieked and dove behind the counter as the three men advanced on them, wands drawn. Harry tossed the cloak off and pulled his wand out, managing to stun one of the men who they now recognized were Death Eaters. Severus and Hermione managed to get the other two. “Drag their bodies over there to the corner,” Severus instructed.

“Why, what are you going to do?” Harry asked. “I mean, I’d really rather not kill them.”

“Right, because they didn’t just have a go at killing us.” Ron rolled his eyes.

“Forgive me if I’d rather not stoop to that level just yet,” Harry snapped.

“That’s enough,” Severus growled. “I’m not going to kill them. That would leave evidence that we were here, which is the exact opposite of what we want. Hermione, can you repair the damage we caused? I’m going to modify their memories.” He tended to the Death Eaters and then headed toward the counter to deal with the waitress, who was huddling behind it, watching him with wide, fearful eyes.

“I think so.” Hermione nodded and set about cleaning up.

When everything was back to normal, Severus instructed them all to hold hands again and they Apparated to a dank alley. “I thought we were going to Grimmauld Place,” Harry said, frowning.

“We are. It’s just up the street.”

The three teenagers followed Severus up the dark street. They looked around carefully to make sure no one was around, then entered the house. It was a little cozier than Harry remembered. “I see you fixed it up,” he commented.

“What did you expect me to do?” Severus said. “I was stuck here most of the summer. I had to make it livable—or I had to try, anyway. It’s getting late, and I’m tired. I’m going to bed.”

“Can we stay together tonight?” Hermione asked, clearly shaken up by the evening’s events.

“Yeah,” Harry nodded. He liked the idea of keeping his companions close, too.

“You three do what you like,” Severus said. He dug in his bag as he climbed the stairs and pulled out what looked like a little wooden square. He stuck it to the wall at the top of the first landing. It grew into a door and Severus opened it and went inside the cozy little bedroom that was revealed.

He turned to close the door and found the three teenagers right behind him. “You can’t be serious.”

“Please?” Harry bit his lip. “Just for tonight? We can make the bed bigger, can’t we?”

Severus sighed. He turned to the bed and cast an enlarging charm, which did make the bed big enough for all four of them but made the room rather crowded as a result. “Just for tonight,” he mumbled, and he began changing into his pajamas.

A weasel patronus flew through the window while they were changing. “Everyone is fine,” it said in Mr. Weasley’s voice. “Don’t reply. We’re being watched.”

Harry felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders, but he didn’t get to enjoy it. A sudden, searing pain started in his scar and ripped through his body, and he doubled over in agony.

“Harry, is it your scar again?” Hermione asked, crouching beside him. “I thought you closed that connection.”

“He can’t,” Severus said, helping Harry over to the bed and pulling him close so that Harry’s head was against his chest.

“I’m sure he could if he bothered to—” Hermione began disapprovingly.

“You really don’t understand,” Severus said, cutting her off. “He can’t.”

Harry’s body stiffened and he convulsed as images flashed through his mind; the pain and anger surging through him were nearly unbearable. “Listen to me,” Severus whispered, stroking Harry’s head lovingly. “Listen to my heart, and push everything else out.”

Harry could barely hear the faint thrumming, and his mind reached out for it like a life raft. As the soft thumping noise grew louder, the pain eased. Eventually all Harry could hear was Severus’ heartbeat. Severus let him sit there like that for several minutes before pulling away. “Thanks,” Harry mumbled.

“It’s what I’m here for.” Severus turned his gaze away and moved to get comfortable on the bed.

“Dumbledore told him to close that connection,” Hermione insisted. “Why would he tell Harry to do something he couldn’t do?”

Severus grumbled under his breath and sat back up. “He instructed Harry to learn to guard his mind, which he never did learn to do. Believe me, the connection cannot be closed completely.”

“Why not?” Harry asked. “What do you know that I don’t?”

Severus was quiet for a moment, then he signed in resignation. “You weren’t supposed to know until the rest of them were destroyed, but...the hell with it. Harry, you yourself are a Horcrux.”

Harry’s face went white as a sheet and he stopped breathing for a second. “Severus, that—that’s not funny!”

“And I’m not laughing. I’m sorry, Harry, but Dumbledore believed that Voldemort unintentionally made you a Horcrux the night he killed your parents. As Dumbledore no doubt told you, Voldemort liked to pick significant victims for the ritual that was involved. Your dad was a thorn in his side, and Voldemort believed you were the one prophesied to kill him. What better choice? But something happened that night that he hadn’t planned on. His soul was torn like it was supposed to be, but his body was destroyed. Souls are naturally drawn to living beings, and the nearest living person was you. All the protections on you didn’t stop it because a piece of a soul by itself is harmless. Had Voldemort never returned, you would have lived out your life unbothered.”

Harry stared blankly back at Severus, his whole body numb. “What do I do? Is that how he found us in that café?”

“I don’t know. Since he has control of the Ministry, there are a few dozen ways he could have found you. Dumbledore meant for you to destroy the other Horcruxes, then Voldemort is supposed to kill you.”

“You knew all this and you didn’t tell me?” Harry sniffed, tears in the corner of his eye.

Severus dropped his gaze. “Ignorance is bliss. Now that you know, do you still want to keep fighting?”

“Of course I do! I’m just…I don’t know….”

“You feel betrayed, and I understand completely. Dumbledore was a practical man. He cared about you, but in order to save everyone else he determined that you needed to be sacrificed. He just didn’t tell you, so you could enjoy life as long as possible. The thing is, I haven’t quite thrown in the towel yet. Dumbledore didn’t know about the extra protection that was available to you. He left the Sword of Gryffindor to you because it can destroy Horcruxes. It has a strengthening enchantment on it; it absorbed some of the Basilisk venom.”

“But the sword is still at Hogwarts.” Harry frowned. “The Minister wouldn’t give it to me, remember?”

Severus smirked. “No, I have it. The sword hanging in the Headmaster’s office is a duplicate. I made the switch before I left for the summer. Anyway, my theory is that if you’re stabbed with the real Sword of Gryffindor, the Horcrux will be expelled but your bond to me will keep you from dying. Granted, it’s only a theory.”

“It’s the best idea we’ve got.” Harry sighed and curled up on the bed. “But we can’t do it until the baby is born.”

“True.” Severus nodded. “And it’s really going to hurt. So for now, let’s just get some rest. We’ll start looking for the others in the morning.”
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