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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 was rather anxious to destroy the Horcrux, and it had been decided that it was best not to move Ron right away, so instead of moving on they would set up camp in the woods for the night. Hermione had borrowed a tent from Mr. Weasley, which of course was in her beaded purse.

While she set it up Severus got into his trunk and pulled out the sword of Gryffindor. “Are you sure this is going to work?” Harry asked, placing the locket on an old tree stump.

“It worked on the ring,” Severus answered, handing the sword over. Harry took the sword, gripping in tightly. He stared down at the silver locket, suddenly reminded that much like the ordinary piece of jewelry in front of him, a piece of Voldemort’s black soul lurked inside of him. He could almost feel it being drawn to its counterpart inside the locket. He kind of wished Severus had kept that little piece of information to himself a little while longer. Given the circumstances, there was nothing that could be done about it. “Are you all right?” Severus asked.

“Yeah,” Harry answered, the elder wizard’s voice bringing him back to the present. He took a deep breath and drove the tip of the blade into the locket as hard as he could. Surprisingly enough, the sword penetrated the metal easily, and as with the journal, a chilling scream cut through the air and black smoke billowed out for a second.

Harry pulled back, feeling some sense of relief as he looked down at the broken locket. It really was a shame to have to destroy a piece of history, but they had no choice. One more Horcrux was gone, and Voldemort was a little closer to being mortal again.

Harry scooped up the locket and shoved it in his pocket before going back inside the tent. He would put it with the ring for safekeeping.

Ron was in bed still looking a little pale, and Hermione was right beside him. “How’s the patient?” Severus asked, lowering himself into a chair and trying to get comfortable.

“Better,” Ron mumbled. “Shoulder still hurts.”

“I didn’t even know it was possible to Apparate in mid-air like that,” Harry said, thinking out loud as he took a seat beside Severus.

“It’s no different than Apparating on the ground,” Severus said. “It’s a bit more dangerous because you have to still be able to concentrate while falling. Not many wizards can do it, but as you saw, it comes in quite handy when you need to make a quick escape from a guarded building and your only way out is a third-story window.”

Harry nodded, remembering the fear that had coursed through him as he ran up those stairs, knowing Death Eaters were trying to break down the magically sealed door. It was unfortunate that Ron had ended up Splinched, but as it had been explained, Ron had panicked once they were in the air and he let go of the blanket. Severus had had to grab hold of Ron’s wrist at the last second.

Harry frowned when he thought about Death Eaters swarming Grimmauld Place. What were they doing to Sirius’ home? According to Remus, Severus’ home at Spinner’s End had been burnt to the ground when the Death Eaters went looking for him and didn’t find him there.

Severus didn’t seem all that upset about it. He’d already gotten everything that had any value to him the day Remus accompanied him, and apparently he didn’t really have any fond memories attached to the place. Harry couldn’t say the same about Grimmauld Place. He was angry enough that Sirius’ things had been pawed at by Mundungus.

“How long is it going to take us to get to your new home?” Harry asked, his stomach grumbling.

“A day or two, depending on how fast we move,” Severus responded.

“And who else knows where it is?”

“I believe Aberforth is the only other preson who knows the location. Albus was very secretive when it came to his private life. The location of his home being public knowledge would’ve given him all sorts of trouble. People would bother him whenever they wanted something, and some would probably even try to steal from him.”

Harry nodded. It made sense. Dumbledore never had liked to talk about himself much. That had been painfully clear at the funeral, when Harry realized all he really knew about the man was what was printed on the back of the card that had come with the Chocolate Frogs. “I take it the place is well protected, since we have to walk so far.”

“It’s probably safer than Hogwarts.”

“I hope you packed enough food, then.”

Severus sighed and leaned back in his chair. “I only packed a few sandwiches. I didn’t anticipate not being able to go back. I just thought we might have to go somewhere else to look for the locket.”

“Are you going to be all right?” Harry asked, a little concerned about both Severus and the baby.

“Don’t worry about me,” Severus answered. “I’ll be fine.”

Over their dinner of bacon sandwiches the group talked about where they might find the other Horcruxes. Dumbledore had told Harry they would no doubt be in places that meant something to Tom Riddle. Other than the cave where the fake locket was found, the only other place Harry could think of was Hogwarts.

“If there were any hidden at Hogwarts, Dumbledore would’ve found them,” Hermione said, outright dismissing the idea.

“That would depend entirely on where it was hidden,” Severus argued, letting out a little sigh of frustration. He was quickly beginning to remember why Hermione had gotten on his nerves so much while she was a student. “The castle is full of secrets and hiding places.”

“But Dumbledore was a brilliant wizard. He would already have searched the castle.”

“Yes, because he always found what he was looking for when he searched the castle,” Severus mumbled sarcastically. “Neither James nor Draco ever managed to hide anything from him.”

Hermione glared back at her former teacher. “Point taken. Still, I don’t think it’s likely. Tom Riddle feared Dumbledore.”

“Can you think of any other place?” Harry asked. For the past month they’d been focused on the locket and really hadn’t thought about much else. Now he was faced with the harsh reality: they were running blind.

“No, but didn’t Dumbledore tell you how to find them?”

“The ring and the locket were the only ones he managed to find, and it wasn’t easy,” Severus said, getting up for a cup of tea. “He thought there would be more time. There would have been had he not been so badly injured while collecting the ring. His original plan was to track them down himself.”

“So let me get this straight.” Ron joined the conversation. “You don’t know what we’re looking for, or where we’re going to find it?”

Harry averted his gaze to his lap for a moment. It seemed like his friends expected him to know more than he did. It made him feel even more guilty about dragging them along. “It’s getting late. Why don’t we just go to bed?” Severus suggested. “It’s been a long day for us all.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” Hermione agreed, getting up to clear away the dishes. “We’ll be able to think better after a good night’s sleep.”

Harry crawled into one of the bunk beds and tried to relax. All he could think about was how hopeless it all seemed. Everyone was counting on him, and it seemed likely that he was going to let them all down. Maybe he wasn’t the Chosen One after all. Dumbledore often said people tend to put way too much stock in prophecies.

When sleep finally did take him he tossed and turned, tortured by nightmares. Before he woke he found himself in a castle, lost in a dark maze of hallways. The place seemed familiar, but different somehow. He could also tell he wasn’t alone. “Hello?” he called out.

Harry let out a sharp gasp when he saw a pair of soulful blue eyes peek around the corner, the soft light from the torches barely illuminating the outline of a familiar face. “Dad!” Harry called, racing around the corner, but the figure was gone.

Harry sighed in disappointment. As he turned he came face to face with a tapestry hanging on the wall. A lion stood proudly on top of a cliff overlooking a peaceful valley while a hawk flew over it. For some reason Harry found himself very drawn to the tapestry. He felt like it meant something, though he had no idea what.

He reached out to touch it, and his hand brushed against a door handle attached to an ornately carved mahogany door. Just as Harry grabbed the handle everything faded away, and he woke up to find himself back in the tent. He lay there a moment, letting it all sink in. It reminded him of all those dreams he’d had about the Department of Mysteries, but this time his scar didn’t hurt. This time the dream was for his eyes only. It was too bad it was all completely lost on him.

He sat up and stretched. Ron and Hermione were still asleep, but Severus was in the little kitchen, his robes and hands smudged with dirt. He had quite a collection of plants and berries he was cleaning off. “How long have you been up?” Harry asked, joining the elder wizard in the kitchen.

Severus snorted. “Who can sleep? This baby is either kicking me in the ribs or getting comfy on my bladder. I figured if I was up I might as well do something useful.” He handed Harry a basket of small speckled eggs. “There’s breakfast. There’s probably enough to scramble.”

Harry took the eggs with a soft smile. “You know, I’m really glad to have you with us. See, you are useful.”

Severus mumbled something under his breath and waddled into the bathroom. Ron and Hermione woke to the smell of cooking eggs. “Those smell delicious,” Hermione said, setting the table. “Where did you get them?”

“Severus found them,” Harry answered. “I guess he couldn’t sleep, so he went out and foraged.” He motioned to the rest of the food in the kitchen.

Hermione looked amazed. “There’s quite a lot here. Some of this stuff I never would have thought of as edible.”

“I know what to look for, and where to look,” Severus said as he came out of the bathroom. “This isn’t the first time I’ve had to disappear for a little while.”

As soon as they finished breakfast they packed everything up and moved on, Severus leading the way. They didn’t get very far very fast. Ron mumbled under his breath when Severus had to stop for the third time that day and sit in the grass to rest. “It’s going to take us a bloody month at this rate!” Ron complained.

Severus shot him a deadly glare. “If you like, we can switch places. I’ll take the sore arm, and you can be eight months pregnant.”

“He’s pushing himself as hard as he can,” Harry added. “Quit your griping and keep watch.” His attention turned back to Severus when he heard a soft whimper. The elder wizard was curled up in a ball and wincing. “What’s wrong?”

After a few seconds Severus relaxed and took a deep breath. “Nothing to worry about just yet.” He took his watch out of his pocket to check the time. “Let’s get going.”

“If you’re sure….” Harry bit his lip and helped Severus to his feet, a strong pang of guilt ripping through him. He’d been too reckless again, and Severus and their unborn child were suffering because of it. He only hoped they wouldn’t have to walk much farther.

They stopped for the night when the sun was starting to set. The tent was pitched, and they had a quiet dinner of the greens Severus had picked that morning, with cherries for dessert. Nobody seemed to want to say what they were really thinking, especially Harry.

Harry didn’t get much sleep that night, either. Breakfast was only a handful of blackberries, and being hungry caused their tempers to run short the rest of the day. Harry very nearly socked Ron in the mouth a few times for his comments. Severus didn’t look well but forged ahead without complaint.

The day seemed to go on forever, but when the sun began to set the trees began to thin. Harry didn’t know exactly what he expected to see when they finally reached their destination, but the run-down shack in the meadow wasn’t it. It looked tiny, with pieces of the rusted metal roof falling off in places. “Please tell me this isn’t it,” Harry frowned.

Severus snorted. “You haven’t learned much about magic, have you?”

Harry said nothing as he followed Severus to the porch. It wasn’t that he hadn’t learned anything. He was just so used to living in the Muggle world that sometimes he forgot things weren’t always what they appeared to be. He even expected Severus to pull a key out of his pocket. Instead Severus spoke a word in some strange language Harry didn’t recognize. The air around them shivered and the door opened.

The four of them stepped into a spacious living room that didn’t look at all like Dumbledore’s office at the castle. The place was very neat and tidy, probably kept that way by house-elves. One wall was lined with bookshelves stuffed to capacity with books. In the center of the room was a shabby-looking brown couch with two matching chairs. A large French window overlooked a creek.

“Mimi!” Severus called out, wasting no time.

The elf appeared in front of him, her eyes wide with excitement. “Yes, Master Severus?”

“Mimi, we’re all starving. Have dinner on the table as soon as possible. I’m going to take a bath.”

The elf nodded and scrambled off down the hallway toward the back of the room. Severus reached into his pocket, pulled out his magical door, and found a place on the wall to put it. Then he disappeared inside.
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