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Blood Bond	By : freakenbree Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 26184 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter Fourteen: The Hand That Rocks the Cradle

It was the first night that Harry had slept without interruption. When he woke in the morning, Severus was nowhere to be found. He quickly rushed to the shower in the hallway bathroom and dressed for the day. He heard voices coming from down the stairs, and his heart began to race in his chest. He had hoped that Sirius wouldn't get there before he had awakened, but by the sounds of the voices, it seemed he already had.

"He's just a child Albus," a voice said obviously Sirius.

"Potter is of legal age, mutt."

"Sirius, Severus, I believe we have company." Dumbledore's voice said gently as Harry rounded the corner into the living area. Severus was standing with his arms drawn tightly against his chest, and Sirius was sending plenty of death glares Severus' direction.

"Harry," Sirius cried out walking briskly over and gave him one of his signature hugs. Harry smiled as his godfather pulled away, hands on Harry's shoulders. "Don't you worry, Harry, I will get you out of this nasty bond with old Snivillus over there."

Before Severus could retort, Harry was already shaking his head and speaking to his godfather.

"I was not forced, Sirius," he said evenly staring the man in the eyes. "I agreed to bond with Severus for good reason."

"Severus…" Sirius repeated his nose and mouth contorting in disgust. He turned to Severus, glaring daggers. "What spell or potion is he under Snivillus! This is not Harry! Where is my godson?"

"Do not begin to accuse me you filthy mutt," Severus said with a hiss.

"Stop it the two of you," Harry said loudly. "I am not under a spell, and I have not drunk any weird potions. I agreed to do this because it will benefit me in defeating Voldemort."

Sirius rounded on him. "What is the meaning of this Harry? Why would you agree for such a reason and give your life away to that Death Eater?"

Harry felt the anger boil beneath the surface when Sirius insulted Severus. "He is an ex-Death Eater and I would mind your tongue around me about him! He will be the only reason I make it out alive from the final battle and if not, he too will be killed. If anything, he is losing everything to have to be bonded with me."

Sirius stopped, his eyes obviously glazed over in his bewilderment.

"But a vampire," Sirius said, but Harry held his hand up to him.

"A mutual bond, Sirius. Please, you're only making this hard for me. I did this not only for the whole of the wizarding world, but for myself." Harry said his voice cracking. "You are always away. I have no one that is there and Severus offered me companionship and protection. Please Sirius; it's our only hope if I want to defeat Voldemort."

Sirius was staring, his mouth opening and closing, unable to say anything. Dumbledore smiled from the fire hearth, and Harry vaguely saw when Severus let a smirk touch his lips.

"See now Sirius. Harry had agreed on his own free will to do the bond," Dumbledore said starting forward and pressing a reassuring hand to Sirius' shoulder. "He was not forced, and he is gaining something from it. It would be best for Harry if you are supportive of the first real adult decision he has had to make."

Sirius watched Harry, his eyes shining with something like disappointment, but he said nothing more. Harry's heart hurt watching as Sirius turned away from him and walked with Dumbledore to the fire place. Harry would have cried out for the man to stay, but he saw the way he had looked at him. He wanted to cry and scream; he wanted to take back all the disappointment it caused him, but he was sure it would not do anything. 'What's done is done,' as Severus had said before. There was nothing that they could do now.

The two disappeared within green flames. Harry's throat was tight as he watched even after the last of the green flames disappeared. A small part of him wished he could have gone with them. He had missed his chance to see his godfather, to talk with him after not having seen him in months.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped in his surprise. He turned his neck to look up to Severus who stood next to him. While Severus' face was unreadable, he knew he was doing his best to comfort Harry in a small way. The small notion Harry definitely appreciated.

"I realize it must have been very difficult for you to defy him," Severus said gently. "It took a great amount of courage to defend someone not worth defending."

Harry shook his head. "You're worth defending. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here in the first place."

Harry felt bad for those around him. Most glorified him, and he was going to inevitably disappoint them. He was no wizard. Sure, he could do a few tricks, but he was no wizard comparably to Voldemort by any means. If Voldemort killed him, it would kill Severus too and for the first time, he truly felt the weight of that reality. He wasn't the only one giving their life to save everyone. He turned away from Severus and felt the full weight of the situation.

"Harry," Severus said from behind him. When he made no move to turn around, hands forced him to.

"If you do not remember correctly, I was not forced into this bond," Severus began staring into Harry's eyes. "Do not take full liability where it is shared. Black was simply irate at me and not you. Do not let that mutt make you feel you did anything short of courageous."

"I have, on several occasions, underestimated your true brave qualities. Focus all that anger into our lessons and use it as a means to defeat the Dark Lord," Severus said letting go of Harry's arms and staring down at him from his nose.

Harry felt oddly encouraged by the man's less than temperate words. After spending a good amount of time near the man, he had learned that behind his firm words lay gentle meanings. Severus was not one to say things gently, as it was not his way, but Harry could hear the comforting that lie within them.

"Thanks," he said smiling at the man. It felt nice to find solace after such a brutal morning. He ignored the urge to hug the man because he knew it would only make Severus cringe back at the intimacy. Instead, he thought of one way to help fight away angry stomachs.

"Breakfast?"

Harry rolled the eggs around, collecting them after they fluffed within the pan. He poured a share into two divisions. He then put rashers on both plates and turned to serve them at the kitchen table. It felt odd serving himself since he only ever served the Dursleys their morning meals and only was allowed one piece of bread.

Severus came into the room, now dressed in ordinary muggle clothing. His hair was tied back in a neat fit against the back of his neck. Harry sat across from him, eyeing the man while Severus took the first bite. He said nothing, but continued to eat which Harry took as a sign that they weren't completely inedible.

"When did you learn to cook?" Severus said after finishing the meal. He sipped at his tea as he eyed Harry from across the table.

"Well, uh, I guess early on in life you could say," Harry said as he pushed aside his own. He left quite a bit on the plate. After many years of eating very little, he didn't have the stomach to eat a full serving.

"The Dursleys forced me to cook all their meals, so I guess you could say I just got use to it."

"I assume that these are the relatives you reside with?" Severus said with an eyebrow raised in question.

"Yeah, unfortunately. Thankfully though, Dumbledore made it so that during the summer I could stay at the Burrow with the Weasleys." Harry smiled to himself remembering the crooked, old house surrounded by high grassy plains. He was going to miss that house, despite its lack of repair. It was home, more than any had ever been.

"They forced you to cook all their meals, Potter?" Harry ignored the informal use of his last name and nodded.

"Were they physically incapable of doing so? What else did they force you to do?" Severus sounded oddly angered by Harry's admission.

"Well, no, but they preferred me to do it since I had to earn my keep. I also had to do all the household chores and outside care." Harry said nonchalantly, figuring it natural for him to have done so. It was all he had ever known. Though he was beaten, forced to work even though in pain, and fed little, he had grown accustomed to it. When he had been finally allowed to stay away from the brutalities of his relatives, it had been more than a relief.

"I beg your pardon," Severus said a small hiss leaving his lips. It was then that Harry saw the anger rolling around in the man's eyes. Was he angry that Harry had not told him before this? Would he have made him do the same having known Harry already knew how? Harry cringed back at the fury Severus was now expressing.

"I'm sorry sir," Harry said pleadingly. "I promise to do the same for you."

Severus was standing, hovering above Harry dangerously staring down at him. "They forced you to cook, clean, and care for them to earn your keep Potter and you fear that I too want the same of you?"

Harry nodded his head quickly.

"Have you no sense? They should be locked away in Azkaban for their offenses! No child deserves to be treated as such," Severus said with anger lacing each word. "Not even the child of James bloody Potter."

"Wha—" Harry said as he was forced to stand by a firm hand.

"Be assured Harry, I will punish these relatives of yours for their lack of morality. You forget that I can also read your mind, and the thoughts you presented told much greater sins." Severus pulled him forward, turning him and pulling his shirt up in one fluid movement. The scar that streak across above his lower back, coursing the entire distance and making its way to his shoulder blades had been from the whip Vernon had used when Harry had failed to wake up to make their breakfast.

Harry's heart sank in his chest and he could feel the tears burning in his eyes. He would not allow Severus to pity him. He had long forgotten the beatings he received from Vernon. Though he dreamt often of them, he did not allow them to plague him. Making breakfast had only done to remind him of what he had once been subjected to.

Severus growled low in his throat and it sent a shiver traveling down the length of Harry's spine. "How long ago was this received?"

"A very long time ago," Harry said pulling away. "I was five. No big deal."

He refused to let Severus pity him. If it was one person he could trust never to do so, it was Severus Snape. He almost felt betrayed by the man. The reason he had gotten through much of the pain and hurt it had caused was because people or rather a person like him existed to remind him that life could be worse, much worse.

"It is a 'big deal' Potter," Severus said sternly. "It is abuse, and I am sure that if Dumbledore had known, he would have rid you of those bloody muggles much sooner than he had."

"He knew," Harry said sadly.

"Pardon," Severus said turning to him after looking away for a moment in his thought.

"He knew, sir. He said I had to stay with them for my safety," Harry said evenly. Who was the calm one now? He thought sarcastically.

Severus seemed to fume for a moment and then his eyes went quiet: too quiet. It was unnerving to see Severus respond this way about him. He understood that the man would feel protective, but he never believed to such an extent, especially about things that had already occurred.

"The hand that rocks the cradle," Severus said to himself.

"Sorry?"

Severus watched him for a moment. "Dumbledore knew and therefore is part to blame for the reason you were treated the way you were. I will have a word with that old coot. For now though, I suggest we begin your training."

Severus seemed to return to his normal demeanor, and Harry felt glad for it. The man, for the most part, knew all there was to know about Harry, so what could he lose now that they were to begin training again. It also felt much easier to be around the man. Severus seemed a bit more patient with Harry these days. Though, Harry could be imagining a great deal of it.

It been a long time since he was forced to go through memory after memory, sweating out his terrors as images of Voldemort and Vernon danced in his mind. Harry was on the floor on all fours, breathing roughly. His body hurt and was trembling beneath him. He felt weak and nauseous.

"Stand up," Severus said from above him. "We have not finished."

Harry tried to rise, but his legs were weak and he fell forward. Severus was kneeling and helping him to his feet. Harry clung to the man, his forehead dripping with his excursions. Severus was holding him firmly and keeping him from falling.

"I," Harry began breathily. "I'm okay."

Severus let him go, and Harry did his best to hold himself up. Severus peered at him through masked onyx orbs, and finally, he sighed and sheathed his wand. "That is enough for tonight. You are obviously unable to continue."

"No," Harry said shakily. "I can keep going."

"I said it was enough, Potter."

"How can you be one way one minute and another way in the next?" Harry said biting his tongue in anger.

"A gift," Severus replied sarcastically.

Harry put his wand away and finally gathered himself. "Obviously."

He refused to have another argument with the man after they had just begun to finally speak on normal terms. He turned away, stalking up towards the bed chamber and grabbing his pajamas to throw them on. He returned down the stairs with a pillow and blanket and settled on the couch.

"What do you think you are doing, Potter?"

"I'm getting ready to go to sleep." Harry turned away from the man and pulled the blanket over him. He heard the man groan angrily. He gasped as he was lifted from the couch and walked up the stairs into the bed chamber. He pushed away from the man just as he was placed on the bed.

"What do you care if I sleep downstairs?" Harry said throwing the pillow to floor in his anger.

Severus leaned over and pressed his lips to Harry's insistently. Harry's mouth gaped in shock, but it was filled almost immediately by a hot tongue flicking inside. He clasped the front of Severus' shirt as the man leaned further pushing Harry fully to the bed. He slid his hand beneath Harry's shirt, sending hot, prickling sensations along his skin.

Severus pulled away, and Harry gazed at him in his dizzy haze.

"Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good," Severus said removing from him. He went to the other side of the bed without another word. Harry slide beneath the covers and they laid there without saying another word.

Harry focused on his breathing. He could still feel the burn from the kiss touching along his lips. Harry let out a sigh, turning his head to look over at Severus who had his back to him. Their relationship had gone completely out of order: hatred, passion, acquaintance, and now he was looking for companionship. He shuffled a bit closer, keeping his breathing even.

Severus was still lying, not moving aside from steady breathing. Harry moved closer still until he was finally directly behind the man. He pressed his hands gently to Severus' back taking care not to startle the man. However, he was sure that Severus knew what he intended to do.

"Severus," Harry said in barely a whisper. He felt the body beneath his fingertips stiffen slightly when he said the man's name. He let out a shaky breath as he continued to run his fingertips along his professor's back.

The muscles beneath the touch trembled in the wake of it. He smiled slightly as he continued his assault on the clothed flesh. And then the body was turning, and he had to shift backwards to allow Severus to fully lie on his back next to him. Severus' eyes regarded him for what seemed like hours, reading him like a book. Harry's eyes faltered several times to the man's lips. He kept them away as long as he could, but they would always return there.

"I know you saw things," Harry started with a clearing of his dry throat.

"Those muggles," Severus said through hissing teeth. "Should be tortured until there is no breath left inside their cold, lifeless bodies."

Harry held his breath, having not expected to see the icy brutality of what he once regarded to be Severus Snape. The hatred that peeled away from the man's eyes was enough to make anyone uncontrollably shiver.

"It's over," Harry said trying to bring some sense to things.

"Indeed, but those images I still saw only tonight Harry," he said with an unbelievably gentle tone. "I am afraid that once again I lost control of my anger."

Harry let a smile cross across his lips. "Even you aren't heartless."

"A notion I will do my best to remember," Severus said his tone returning to normal. Harry let out an internal breath. Normal with Severus was something one not often comes by these days. Since the bonding, Severus had been all over the place. Harry was sure he too was much of the same way.

Harry looked at the man and then, before he could lose all the courage he had mustered, he leaned down pressing his lips to the other.
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