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Blood Bound	By : greenwizard11 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30346 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Harry found it nearly impossible to sleep. He didn’t want to believe he was a Horcrux, that Dumbledore had simply used him as a pawn, but it all made so much sense. Ever since he’d learned about the strange connection he shared with Voldemort he’d wanted to know the truth about it. It was hard to believe that a simple backfired curse could have caused something like that.

It seemed the truth was something far worse. A piece of Voldemort’s wretched soul was inside him, and he’d been completely unaware. It raised all sorts of questions. Would Voldemort be able to find him no matter where he hid? Was he only putting his loved ones in even more danger?

Harry drifted in and out of sleep, Severus’ presence his only comfort. A faint ray of sunlight was peeking through the curtains when Severus elbowed Ron, causing Ron to cry out. “Oi! What was that for?”

“Your knee was poking me in the back!” Severus snapped. “It hurts enough without your bony knee jabbing it.”

Harry sat up, and remembering what Remus said about gestures, he leaned over and started massaging Severus’ back.

Severus let out a soft groan of appreciation. “That feels nice. Mimi!” he called out.

A second later the house-elf appeared with a crack. “Yes, Master Severus?”

“Go put on some tea, and I want a cheese and mushroom omelet for breakfast.”

“Yes, Master,” she nodded. “What do the other Masters and Mistress want?”

“Just some buttered toast for me,” Harry answered. He wasn’t feeling particularly hungry.

“Harry!” Hermione hissed with a scowl. “You’re perfectly capable of getting your own breakfast.”

“Hermione, if you upset my house-elf, I swear…” Severus warned her.

Ron looked a little torn. “Mimi, could you make me some scrambled eggs and bacon, please?” Hermione shot him a glare and he just shrugged. “I’m hungry, and I asked nicely.”

Hermione huffed. “I’m going to make my own breakfast,” she announced as she got out of bed and started digging through her purse to find some clean clothes.

“Suit yourself,” Harry shrugged. He didn’t like the idea of house-elves being mistreated either, but sometimes he thought Hermione was a bit overzealous in her crusade. Whether it was right or not, house-elves lived to serve. Plus he was pretty sure that if Mimi had belonged to his parents, she hadn’t been mistreated. He doubted Severus ever treated her that badly either.

Harry got up and went to the bathroom across the hall. When he came out he started to go down to the kitchen, but he turned to look up the staircase. Sirius’ room was on the top floor. Harry had spent all of last summer at Grimmauld Place, but he’d never gone up there.

He felt compelled to climb the stairs to the third floor. He stood outside the door for a moment before hesitantly reaching out to grab the doorknob. The door swung open with a loud creak and Harry looked around the dust-covered little room. The walls were covered with Gryffindor banners and Muggle posters. Harry smiled to himself when he thought of Sirius’ mother trying to tear everything down after Sirius left. He remembered Sirius saying something about using a Permanent Sticking Charm to make sure she couldn’t.

Papers were strewn around on the floor and drawers had been left open, like someone had ransacked the place. Harry’s cheeks grew hot at the thought of Mundungus Fletcher putting his grubby hands all over everything. The slimeball had robbed the place shortly after Sirius’ death and hadn’t been heard from since.

A picture on the floor caught Harry’s eye. It was a picture of a toddler with messy black hair sitting on a toy broom. Under it was a letter that Harry picked up and read. It was from his mother. She thanked Sirius for the toy broom and talked about how she was worried about James. It seemed James didn’t take too well to being penned up, even if it was for his own safety. Harry clenched his jaw when he read the part about her wanting to make Peter their Secret Keeper. She had asked Sirius to come and do the change behind James’ back because he was so against it. She was going to get him out of the house under some false pretense.

Harry wanted to shout at her to not do it, but it wouldn’t change the past. Why hadn’t anyone listened? If they had, his parents might still be alive. “Harry?” Hermione’s voice broke his thoughts. “What are you doing up here?”

“Just looking around,” Harry answered. “I found this letter from my mum.” He showed it to her.

“I just came to tell you breakfast is ready.”

“Okay, I’m coming.” Harry nodded and followed her out. He glanced at the other door and paused when he saw the name on the little plaque. Regulus Arcturus Black, Sirius’ younger brother.

“Harry, what is it?” Hermione asked.

“Those initials. R.A.B. Those are the initials of the person who took the locket that was the real Horcrux. You don’t think—”

Harry bounded down the stairs, Hermione right behind him. Severus was at the table having breakfast. “What happened to Sirius’ brother?” Harry blurted out, his cheeks flushed.

Severus raised an eyebrow. “You mean Regulus? I don’t know. He disappeared. Everyone assumed he got himself killed doing something stupid and reckless.”

“Do you remember when I showed you the note inside that locket?”

Severus’ eyes lit up. “You think it was him? It would make sense. Two days before he disappeared there was something funny about him.”

Harry turned to Mimi, who had just finished cleaning the kitchen. “Mimi, have you seen a locket anywhere in this house?”

“No, Master Harry.” She shook her head.

“Have you been in Regulus’ room at all?”

“No, but Mimi will go search for you!” she squeaked, and she vanished before Harry or Hermione could object.

“Eat your toast before it gets cold,” Severus said as he sent his own empty plate floating over to the sink.

Harry sat down and stuffed toast in his mouth, unable to think of anything but the locket. Mimi came back minutes later, looking rather upset. “Mimi could not find a locket.”

“Maybe Kreacher took it,” Hermione suggested.

“Do we have to bring him into this?” Severus looked like he’d just eaten something sour.

“I think we do,” Harry said. “This is very important. Kreacher!”

Kreacher appeared before him, mumbling under his breath. Mimi glared at the other elf, looking like she wanted to attack him, but she stayed where she was. “What does Master require?” Kreacher croaked.

“Kreacher, I’m going to ask you some questions and I want you to answer them honestly,” Harry began. “When you were stealing things to keep while we were cleaning, did you take a silver locket?”

“Yes, I kept Master Regulus’ locket.”

Harry’s chest swelled with hope. “This locket—where did Regulus get it?” It just had to be the one they were looking for.

Kreacher hesitantly told them about Regulus telling him to go with Voldemort to a cave to test the magical protections. Unlike a wizard, he’d been able to Apparate home when the Inferi had dragged him down into the freezing water. Regulus had ordered him to return home when the task was finished, and so he had; something Voldemort had doubtless not anticipated.

Once Regulus knew the truth, he had become rather disenchanted. He’d made Kreacher take him back to the cave to take the locket. There he had ordered Kreacher to take it and destroy it before drinking the potion himself. “But Kreacher couldn’t even scratch it,” the house-elf said sadly.

“Kreacher, where is the locket now?” Harry asked.

“The thief took it!” Kreacher growled.

“Mundungus?” Harry asked, cursing the universe.

Kreacher nodded. “He took all of Kreacher’s treasures.”

Harry’s hands balled up into fists at his sides. For the first time in his life he was seriously contemplating murder. “Kreacher, I want you to go find Mundungus Fletcher and bring him here. I don’t care how you do it, just don’t kill him. Can you do that?”

Kreacher bowed before him. “Of course, Master,” he said before Disapparating.

Harry expected Kreacher to be back within a few hours, but there was still no sign of him by dinner time. What Harry did see was cloaked figures wandering around the park across the street. “Do you think they know we’re here?” Harry asked Severus. The thought of them looking for a way in unnerved him.

“I doubt it,” Severus answered. “If they did they would be trying harder to find a way in because their lives would literally depend on it. What they’re probably doing is watching places they think you might be.”

Somehow that didn’t make Harry feel any better. He kept thinking about all the people who were probably being watched because of him. Maybe some of them were even being tortured. Harry hated the thought of anyone getting hurt because they were associated with him.

Another three days passed, and still there was no sign of Kreacher. Harry was beginning to wonder if he would ever see Kreacher or Mundungus again. He paced around, unable to concentrate on anything. Ron wasn’t faring much better. With no contact with the outside world, he had no idea how his family was.

Hermione buried herself in books. She studied the book Dumbledore had left her, as well as reading anything she could get her hands on about wizard pregnancy. Severus had quite a few books on the subject since he’d realized the same thing she had. Now that they were on the run it was unlikely Severus would be able to get any care from anyone but himself.

They had just finished dinner when they heard someone at the door. All four of them moved out into the hall, their wands drawn. The door opened and a tall figure entered and stepped into the light, his hands held up.

“Remus!” Hermione smiled and lowered her wand, moving to greet him.

Severus held her back, tightening his grip on his wand. “James gave all of his close friends nicknames. What was mine?”

The corners of Remus’ mouth curled into a grin. “Sunshine, though, he found it much more amusing to call you Sevykins.”

Severus scowled and lowered his wand. “That I don’t miss.”

“Aww, but it’s such a cute nickname,” Harry chuckled. “Maybe I’ll start calling you that.”

“Not if you value your life. Come, Remus, let’s talk in the kitchen.”

The group moved into the kitchen, where Mimi had already made tea. “How did you know we were here?” Harry asked.

“Just a hunch,” Remus answered, taking a seat at the table. “This is one of the few places that’s still safe. Severus and I strengthened the protections when he moved in for the summer. You’re being watched, though.”

“We’ve noticed,” Severus sighed, gazing into his tea thoughtfully. “What’s been going on in the outside world?”

Remus frowned. “I wish I could bring you some good news, but things are worse than ever.”

“How so?” Ron asked, suddenly afraid for his family.

“The Ministry has made some drastic changes in the last few days.” Remus pulled a Daily Prophet out of his pocket and tossed it on the table. Harry and Severus’s pictures graced the front page. The article said they were both wanted for questioning regarding the death of Dumbledore. Severus’ hand trembled, causing his tea to slosh and a little to spill on him.

Harry shot him a quick look. He hadn’t even told Ron and Hermione what had really happened at the top of the tower. “So we’re being hunted by the Ministry now?”

“I’m afraid so. It gets worse. It has been decided that magic can only be passed from parent to child, so Muggleborns must have stolen their magic. They’re being rounded up and questioned. Hogwarts attendance is now compulsory as well.”

Harry reached out to leaf through the paper. “This is awful.”

Remus leaned forward a little. “Word has it you four are on a special mission. I came to help you.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “What about Tonks?”

Remus turned away. “She’s safe at her parents’ house.”

“Not this again.” Severus shook his head. “She’s a big girl who knew what she was getting into.”

“No….” Remus seemed a little paler than usual. “I didn’t want to make her an outcast. And now she’s going to have a baby.”

“But that’s wonderful news!” Hermione offered her congratulations.

“Usually, yes, but not this time. It’s bad enough that I…now I’ve inflicted this curse on an innocent child.”

“You don’t know that for certain,” Severus pointed out.

“Please don’t try to raise my hopes. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Just tell me what you’re trying to do. I’m at your service.”

Harry stared at Remus with a blank expression. “So you’re going to abandon your kid just like that?”

Remus was becoming more agitated by the second. “I said I don’t want to talk about that anymore!” he snapped. “She’s with her parents, and they never approved of us being together anyway. I don’t know why I gave in to her. It was such a foolish thing to do.”

“Because you love her as much as she loves you,” Harry said, a hint of anger in his voice.

“War tends to make people do things they normally wouldn’t,” Severus commented, glancing at Harry for a moment.

“That’s very true.” Remus let out a sigh of exasperation. “Harry, you don’t understand. You’ve only seen me at school or around Order members. Things most people take for granted are nearly impossible for me. I might as well have the plague. Even if the baby isn’t like me, it doesn’t deserve that kind of life.”

Harry shook his head. “I’m becoming a father at seventeen. I’m in the public eye, not always in a positive light, and I’m definitely not ready to be a parent, but I’m not abandoning my baby. You shouldn’t, either. I thought you were better than that.”

Remus lowered his head and didn’t respond. Severus took the werewolf’s hand and placed it on his belly while humming a haunting tune. Remus’ head snapped up, his eyes going wide. “Is that what I think it is?”

“I’ve discovered the little brat likes it when I hum Greensleeves. I swear, if this kid is as much like its grandfather as I think it’s going to be, I’m in trouble. Look, I know you’re scared, but life never turns out the way you expect it to. I was impregnated by my deceased lover’s son while he was my student, for crying out loud. I don’t think it gets much more screwed up than that. Not to mention the fact that I was supposed to keep making Harry think I was the enemy so I could be Headmaster of Hogwarts, which would have allowed me to protect the students should something like this happen. However, since I’ve had to disappear with Harry and the Ministry is hunting me now, that’s out of the question. But the other day I was lying in bed and started humming to myself, and the baby responded to it. It’s little things like that that make me not regret any of this mess.”

Remus nodded in understanding. “I think I get what you’re trying to say. Thank you.”

Severus shrugged. “Consider this repayment for the other night. Go back to your wife and unborn child. You don’t want to miss the little things.”

Harry reached over to put his hand on Severus’ stomach and frowned. “It isn’t moving anymore.” Severus rolled his eyes and started humming the same tune. Harry’s jaw dropped and a wide grin appeared on his face.

“Could I at least stay the night?” Remus asked.

“You might as well, but you’re not sleeping in my bed,” Severus said, getting a funny look from the werewolf. “In fact, all of you are sleeping elsewhere. I want my bed back. I’ve had Mimi make up the bedroom you two were sleeping in before,” he said to Harry and Ron.

As much as Harry liked waking up next to Severus, he’d known it wasn’t going to last. He simply nodded, not wanting to argue. He still had no idea what he was doing when it came to trying to romance the elder wizard, but for the moment he thought it best not to argue. Remus had told him to stick to his strengths, and he didn’t know how to be pushy and dominant like his father. That wasn’t the kind of relationship he wanted, anyway.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud crack and a groan. Harry was on his feet, wand drawn, the instant he saw Kreacher and Mundungus. The cowardly thief raised his hands in surrender. “Oi, I only took stuff you was throwin’ out anyway.”

Harry’s jaw clenched. “It wasn’t yours!” he growled. “You had no right coming here and taking anything, especially Kreacher’s treasures. One of the things you took from him was a silver locket. Where is it?”

“A silver locket? Was it worth something?”

“Of course that’s what you would care about.” Severus shook his head. “Let me guess: you sold it for a bargain, and now you’re worried you could’ve gotten more.”

“All it got me was out of trouble.”

“Mundungus, where is it?” Harry asked, pressing the tip of his wand into the man’s throat. He was quickly running out of patience. If they couldn’t find that locket, the rest of their mission was pointless. As long as one Horcrux remained, Voldemort would continue to be immortal.

Mundungus gulped, his eyes widening. “I was sellin’ stuff in Diagon Alley when this woman from the Ministry started pokin’ her nose in. She was gonna have me arrested, she was, but then she saw the locket and took a shine to it. Said she’d let me go if I’d give it to her.”

“Who was she?”

“Don’t know her name. She was a small woman, kinda looked like a toad.”

“I’m really beginning to regret not poisoning that woman when I had the chance,” Severus grumbled.
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