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Unwanted Bonds	By : CelticKitsune Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 77552 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Unwanted Bonds
Chapter 18
Harry felt warm and safe; it was such a nice feeling that he snuggled up closer to the warmth next to him and attempted to force himself to stay asleep just a little longer, afraid that when he woke up the feeling of being safe would go away. But a soft chuckle had Harry blinking his eyes open slowly.
"Good morning, Harry," someone greeted him and Harry frowned looking over his shoulder to the person who spoke; he saw the blurry outline of Blaise.
"Morning..." Harry greeted back, trying to get his tired brain to work and figure out why Blaise was here in the first place.
"If you're awake now, can I have my arm back?" Draco requested and Harry blinked again, turning back around to look up at Draco, who Harry could see a bit better then Blaise due to the fact that he was curled up rather close to Draco's chest. Harry sat up quickly in surprise, watching while Draco sat up a bit slower and rotated his arm that Harry had apparently been lying on.
"Every time Draco tried to move his arm you would move closer to him," Blaise said, and he laughed when Harry's face went bright red.
"I'm sorry," Harry said, looking highly embarrassed that he had done something like that in his sleep.
"I didn't want to wake you up after yesterday, you needed the sleep," Draco said, looking Harry over. "You're okay today though?" Although he couldn't feel anything through their bond, he was curious if there were any other side effects from Harry's vision that he couldn't feel.
Harry nodded, shifting uncomfortably; he wasn't sure how to feel at being watched so closely by Draco and Blaise both, and the fact that he was still on the bed in-between the two of them wasn't helping any either. "Yeah, I'm alright now," Harry said before moving down to the end of the bed.
Blaise and Draco watched him curiously and Blaise laughed as Harry climbed out of the bed. "You just woke up and you're already planning on making your escape from the hospital wing?" Blaise asked. "Madam Pomfrey isn't going to like that."
Harry looked at Blaise. "If I don't get up now she's going to keep me here all day,” he told him. “I don't like just laying here when there isn't anything wrong with me." Once he was on his feet Harry stretched, wincing slightly as his muscles were still a little sore from yesterday.
"Maybe she would let you go sooner if you stopped sneaking out of here all the time?" Draco suggested. "It's not really all that bad is it? After all, you're the one who said that you wanted an extra day of vacation," Draco pointed out and Harry's smile vanished.
"I did say that, didn't I?" He sighed. "I guess I should learn to be careful of what I wish for," Harry said, though knew that would never happen. After all he had spent most of his life wishing he could be anywhere except with the Dursleys; that wish had come true, only he was now the main target of a mad man.
"It looks like you're thinking too hard," Blaise said and Harry smiled at him.
"That's because I am," Harry replied then looked at Draco. "Are you staying here?" he asked, he didn't want to stay in the hospital wing but he didn't want to just go off on his own while Draco waited to be released.
Draco looked at Harry curiously for a moment before replying. "I think we should wait for Pomfrey to tell us we can go. Besides, I don't know about you but I could use a mild muscle relaxant." Draco smiled when he saw Harry's cheeks turn slightly pink again before the green eyed boy looked away.
"I'll stay too I guess," Harry agreed, as he moved to sit on the bed he had been given last night, wondering how long it would be before Pomfrey checked on them.
~*~
Severus sighed as he finally made it back to his rooms at Hogwarts; he had reluctantly spent the night at his home at Spinners End, as he had been in too much pain from the curse and knew he would have been questioned by Dumbledore. That wasn't something he would have been able to deal with last night on top of everything else.
Snape had spent the whole night expecting to see Lucius show up and demand answers, but thankfully the blond man had not followed him; however, Snape was now unsure of what his next move should be. He was sure that he would be contacted by Lucius at some point, and he was going to have to be very careful with what he told the man. Snape let out another long sigh; he was stretching himself out to thin, if he wasn't careful then he was going to slip up and that was something that he couldn't afford.
Snape sat down in one of his chairs, closing his eyes as his hands and muscles twitched. No sooner had he started relaxing when his fireplace sprang to life and Dumbledore's head appeared in the flame.
"Ah, Severus, I was beginning to worry that something had happened. You were called out so suddenly, then when you did not return..." Dumbledore trailed off and smiled at the potions master. "I am glad to see you are unharmed."
"What do you want, old man?" Snape asked not in the mood to really listen to Dumbledore at the moment. Maybe if the Headmaster had given him half an hour to take some potions to stop the shaking, and perhaps get something to eat, then he would be capable of listening to Dumbledore ramble on but as of right now he did not want to listen to anyone.
"Just once I wish you would allow me to show my concern for your well being. However, right to business as always," Dumbledore said as Snape narrowed his eyes at the Headmaster. "I will want to know why you were called away so suddenly. But first things first; I made a promise to young Mr. Malfoy that I would send you to see him when you returned, I believe that he is still being held in the hospital wing by Poppy at the moment."
Snape sat up a bit straighter in his chair; he could count on one hand the amount of times that Draco had been in the hospital wing, the boy was usually very careful about that, insisting most times to wait for his godfather to patch him up rather than visit the school nurse. "What happened?"
"I believe Draco would be better suited for the explanation," the Headmaster told him a little cryptically. "I can tell you however that there is another unexpected aspect to the bond that even I didn't anticipate. Though it may work to our advantage," Dumbledore said and Snape narrowed his eyes not liking the sound of that one bit. Dumbledore was infinitely better to work for than Voldemort, but even the headmaster did things that Snape would never agree with.
Letting out a frustrated sigh Snape stood up, ignoring the lingering pain from the curse. "I shall head there now," Snape said, and Dumbledore nodded in approval before disappearing from the fireplace. He left his room making sure to grab a pain potion on his way out before he made his way quickly to the hospital wing; it was still early but if Draco had been asking for him since last night then Snape didn't want to wait much longer, even if he had to wait for his godson to wake up.
He needn't have worried though, as even from outside the door he could hear raised voices inside the Medical Wing. Taking a moment to listen, Snape sighed, hearing that it was in fact Potter that was raising his voice, and by the sound of it he was arguing with Poppy.
Snape opened the door and stood there watching as Harry tried to get off his bed but was unable to As Pomfrey blocked him once again. “This wouldn't take as long if you would sit still.” Pomfrey said. Blaise and Draco were also watching the small Gryffindor, with looks of amusement.
"I said I'm fine, nothing hurts," Harry said looking up at the school nurse as she just nodded.
"So you keep saying, but I am the one qualified to tell if you are indeed fine," Pomfrey said waving her wand over Harry again.
"Is it really that bad?" Blaise asked from where he was sitting on Draco's bed, which had been put back to normal before Pomfrey could see that the boys had rearranged things.
"I just wish people would listen to me when I tell them that I'm fine," Harry said; he tried not to pout, he really did, but from the amused look Draco was giving him he was sure he was in fact pouting.
Snape walked further into the room closing the door behind him, causing the four people in the room to turn and look at him. "You may feel fine, Potter, but I believe that your idea of what fine actually is may be different than the rest of ours," Snape said, ignoring the glare that Harry sent his way.
"You're one to talk, Severus," Pomfrey commented before returning her attention to Harry again and finished with her check up. She didn't find anything, but she wanted to really make sure Harry was alright while she had him there. Satisfied that there wasn't any damage, Pomfrey then turned her attention onto Draco, who sat there quietly while she worked, though his eyes never left his Godfather.
“Well, I see no reason why these boys can't leave,” Pomfrey said. “Do try to stay out of trouble.” She directed this mostly to Harry, who smiled at her. Shaking her head but smiling Pomfrey sighed and looked at Snape. “They may be fine, but could do with some more rest. Try not to bully them too much,” she said before heading to her office.
Snape waited until Pomfrey had left the room, he then looked at Draco. "The Headmaster informed me that you were here; what happened?" Snape asked, though in truth he was asking all three boys for an answer.
"It was my fault," Harry spoke up looking at Snape, though he was finding it difficult to keep eye contact with the man when he remembered that Snape knew all of his worst memories. Lowering his head slightly, Harry continued talking. "I couldn't protect my mind and I saw the death eater meeting. I'm sorry, I think Voldemort-"
"I will request that you do not say his name, Mr. Potter,” Snape said his voice coming out a bit harsher then he had meant it to. If he hadn't been watching Harry closely, he may have missed the tiny flinch, but the boy nodded once before he continued speaking.
"I think some of what he did, it was because I kept telling him to stop," Harry informed Snape, who said nothing but stood there watching the small boy on the bed.
Draco glared at his godfather before standing up and moving quickly over to the bed Harry was sitting on. He did this partly as a way to make Harry less nervous, but also to put himself between Harry and the potions master. This did not go unnoticed by Snape.
"There is more," Draco said, as he looked up at Snape. "We believe that He knows about the bond, at least he knows that Harry and I are connected,” Draco explained, putting his hand over Harry's when he felt the boy next to him tense.
Snape closed his eyes, feeling his head start to pound; just once he wanted something to be easy. Opening his eyes to look at Harry sitting stiffly next to Draco, he reminded himself that nothing was ever easy when dealing with Potter.
"This complicates a lot of things," Snape said looking from Draco and Harry, over to Blaise, who hadn't moved from his own spot, but Snape had noticed how the tan boy had his hand clenched around his wand. However, Snape was sure that as long as he didn't do anything to Harry, Blaise wouldn't do anything.
Snape looked back at Draco and Harry. "I would like to speak with all three of you in my rooms, it is more private there than the middle of the hospital wing," Snape said. "There is a lot that needs to be discussed. I need to speak with the Headmaster first, then I will meet you three in my rooms."
"Wait!" Draco spoke up quickly before his godfather could leave and the potions master paused, turning back to the young blond. "My mother..."
"Is in no immediate danger," Snape assured him. "I will do my best to speak with her as soon as I can, but at the moment it would be unwise to draw more attention to this situation." Snape waited for Draco to nod his head, not looking happy with the answer but understanding it was the best thing to do right now. “I shouldn't be too long with the Headmaster. Go down to my rooms and I shall meet all three of you there shortly,” Snape ordered and, waiting just long enough for Draco to nod his head again in agreement, the potions master turned and left the room quickly.
“Before we go down to Professor Snape's rooms, I will send that letter to my mother,” Blaise promised as he moved over to sit next to Draco, hoping to offer what little comfort he could. Harry too was looking at the blond with concern.
The whole situation was difficult and Blaise could understand where both Dumbledore and Snape were coming from; it would not be wise to contact anyone at Malfoy Manor directly, because if Voldemort really did know about the bond, then that would cause more trouble and put even more people in danger, and, in the unlikely chance that he didn't, it would likely bring it to his attention. Either way, it meant they had to get in touch with Narcissa by means other than talking to her; they could only hope that a offer to visit Blaise's mother would not arouse suspicion.
Draco nodded, standing up. “Let's get that done now," he agreed, knowing he would feel better with something being done to ensure his mother's safety. "I don't know what my godfather wants to talk about, so we may not have time to send a letter later.”
Harry agreed that it was better to send the letter before going to talk with Snape. The sooner Narcissa was out of Malfoy manor the better. “You can borrow Hedwig if you want,” Harry offered looking at Blaise.
“People recognize her too easily," tan boy declined with a shake of his head. "I can just use one of the school owls." The.
Harry nodded his understanding, he couldn't argue with that; Hedwig was recognised very easily as being his owl. But he did want to do something to help, as he felt like it was his fault that they even had to get Draco's mother somewhere safe. Letting out a small sigh, Harry stood up and the three of them left the hospital wing together.
The walk up to the Owlery was quiet, and once they reached it Harry wandered straight over to where Hedwig was perched, stroking her feathers while Blaise wrote out a letter under Draco's watchful gaze. The tan boy then selected a school owl to deliver it.
"There, that's done," Blaise said once he had attached the letter to the owl and released it, watching it fly off. The tan boy looked at Draco, who was watching the owl until it was out of sight.
"I suppose we should go see what Professor Snape wants," Blaise said as he took Draco's hand and looked over to where Harry was still petting his owl. "You ready, Harry?" Blaise asked. The black-haired boy didn't say anything but nodded his head. Giving Hedwig an owl treat before turning to follow the two Slytherins down to the dungeon.
------x
Dumbledore sat back in his chair looking thoughtful, the twinkle gone from his eyes as he listened to Snape's retelling of the death eater meeting.
"This is troubling," Dumbledore said. "Harry has already informed me that Voldemort knows about the connection between himself and young Mr. Malfoy. The potion you are to give Harry..."
"I refuse to give it to him," Snape interrupted. "I tried to tell you before, with that potion Potter's mind will be wide open. It was originally created for patients at Saint Mungos who we're comatose,” Snape said trying get the headmaster to understand how dangerous it would be if Harry took something like that. “The Dark Lord has easy enough access to Potter's mind as it is, I can only guess at what he will be able to do with nothing there to stop him.”
"My dear boy, there will still be something there to stop him,” Dumbledore said. “It has come to my attention that Mr. Malfoy was able to shield Harry's mind and was successful in pushing Voldemort out. Your position as a spy is very important to the Order right now.”
Snape narrowed his eyes. “I will not give him the potion,” Snape insisted. “Not only does it put him at risk, but you are now willing to put Draco at risk as well.”
Dumbledore sighed and leaned back in his chair closing his eyes. “Let me think on this; you still have a little time left before he expects the potion to be finished,” Dumbledore said opening his eyes once more to look at Snape. “I will think of something that will hopefully allow you to keep your position as a spy.”
Snape nodded, knowing that they did need someone on the inside to bring information. However, he was unwilling to put Potter in any more danger, the boy managed that well enough without the added help. “If there is nothing else, I wish to go and finish speaking with my godson,” Snape said not waiting for a reply before standing up.
“I will inform you when I have thought of something,” Dumbledore said and let Snape leave his office. The Headmaster had a lot to think about.
----x
When Snape arrived in the corridor where his rooms were located he saw Blaise leaning against the wall next to his door, with Draco tucked into one side; Harry was sitting on the floor against the opposite wall from the other two. It was his godson who noticed him first.
Snape didn't say anything to them as he opened his door. Draco pulled away from Blaise and went inside first, Blaise following after. Harry, however, didn't move from where he was still sitting on the floor. Snape looked at him and raised a black eyebrow at the boy.
“There are things I need to discuss with you as well, Potter,” Snape said, trying not to sneer at the boy who was staring up at him. Harry blinked at him and slowly stood up but made no move to enter the room. “I do not have all day,” Snape said and still Harry didn't move, Snape took a step towards the boy but stopped when he saw him flinch back against the wall.
Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking back up at Snape. “Are you okay?” Harry asked, feeling more than a little strange that he was asking Snape of all people if he was alright. The potions master narrowed his eyes at Harry. “You were put under the Cruciatus multiple times,” Harry explained quickly.
“I am more than capable of taking care such things,” Snape hissed. “Now, if you are finished, get inside so we can discuss things that are more important.”
Harry glared at Snape before he pushed off the wall and walked passed the taller man into the room. Snape following behind him and closed the door. Harry tensed when he saw Snape pull his wand out and cast a few spells on the door; though Harry couldn't tell what they were as the potions master hadn't actually spoken, he suspected that they were silencing and warding charms, possibly even a locking one.
Turning his attention away from Snape, Harry looked to Blaise and Draco, seeing that they had sat down on the settee, leaving one empty seat open and a small stool by the fire. Deciding that Snape would most likely be taking the chair, Harry made his way over to the stool to sit down. However, as he passed by Blaise and Draco a hand shot out and grabbed the back of his robes, pulling him back to sit on the settee in-between the two boys already sat there.
Harry was going about to protest but Blaise put a hand over his mouth. “There is more than enough room on the settee for the three of us,” he whispered to the smaller boy and Harry sighed but didn't try to get up. Satisfied that Harry would remain sitting with them, Blaise looked over at Snape, who had made his way over to the chair.
Draco was also watching his godfather closely, waiting until the man had sat down before speaking. “What did you want to talk to us about?” he asked.
Snape looked at the three of them again, taking in the fact that Blaise had his wand out, and although it was resting on his lap, it was still within easy reach. And, as he spoke, Draco had also shifted slightly so that Harry was partly hidden from view.
“First I think there is something that needs to be cleared up,” Snape said and looked at Harry. “Our last Occlumency lesson,” Snape began, taking notice at how Harry's whole body seemed to stiffen, that Blaise's hand was now resting on his wand and that Draco shifted again. But Snape ignored them and continued to address Harry. “I had no intention of harming you.”
“Could have fooled me,” Blaise snapped. Harry didn't look away from Snape, whose black eyes remained locked on him.
“It didn't hurt,” Harry said trying not to sound defensive.
“Whether it hurt or not is irrelevant," Snape told him bluntly. "I was ordered to teach you Occlumency; the longer it took for you to learn what should have been a simple concept, the harder I pushed you. In the end your mind retaliated to the attack, I should not have pushed you as hard as I did,” Snape said, and though he didn't actually say the words, Harry took the apology for what it was.
Harry nodded his understanding. “I didn't actually mean to do that...” he admitted.
“Why did you push him so hard?” Blaise asked his hand still holding his wand.
Snape turned his attention to the tan boy. “By now you are aware of the connection that Potter has with the Dark Lord.”
Blaise nodded his head once. “Yes, Harry told Draco and me about it last night.”
“It is believed that if he can use Occlumency then the connection between them will be blocked. I understand that this has actually be proven now as well,” Snape said and looked at Draco, who nodded.
“Yes, I was able to enter Harry's mind and use my own Occlumency shield to block Him out,” Draco explained. “Why is there a connection between them though?” he asked and Snape could only shake his head.
“That is something that I don't know,” Snape said, then looked once more at Harry. “There is another reason why it was so important for you to learn Occlumency, Potter.”
“Another reason?” Harry frowned, feeling like he should already know what this 'other reason' was.
“At this moment I have been tasked with brewing a potion for the Dark Lord," Snape informed them. "My instructions were to brew the potions then administer it to you.”
“What potions?” Draco asked curiously.
“Mente Aperta.” Snape watched as Draco frowned in thought, before the teenager's eyes widened.
“That potion...You can't give him that!” Draco said. “If you give him that...” Draco didn't even want to think about what would happen if Harry took that potion. The visions the smaller boy had were bad enough but at least there was still a barrier between his mind and Voldemort's at the moment.
“What? What does it do?” Harry asked looking from Draco to Snape.
“It's a potion that was banned in quite a few countries,” Blaise said catching Harry's attention. “The name of the potions literally means 'Open Mind',” Blaise explained.
“If you take that potion, I don't think there will be any way to tell where your mind ends and the Dark Lord's mind begins.” Draco sounded almost frightened by the idea, and Harry couldn't blame him; being connected to Harry's mind mentally also gave Draco a connection to Voldemort as well.
“There is no proof of that,” Snape said cutting off all conversation, “as something like this has not been tested; though it is highly likely that what Draco says is true. However, I do not plan on giving you the potion.” Snape looked at the three boys and watched as Harry and Draco both visibly relaxed.
“But wait...” Harry frowned looking at Snape, “if I don't take the potion, won't Voldemort know that you're a spy?”
Snape didn't reply to this, though there really wasn't any need to, Harry already knew; if Snape didn't do as he was told then his position as a spy would be compromised and he would be on Voldemort's hit list. And if he got killed by Voldemort... Harry didn't want to think about that. “There isn't a way for Voldemort to think I've taken the potion?” Harry asked. “If you're found out to be a spy...”
“That is not something that you need to be concerned about,” Snape said and stood up. “That potion can literally destroy your mind. I have seen better attempts of blocking people out from a child half your age,” the professor said and Harry glared, opening his mouth to say something but Snape cut him off. “I am also refusing to give you the potion because of the unknown effect it will have on Draco, who is also connected to your mind,” Snape pointed out and watched Harry sink back in his seat.
Blaise frowned looking at Harry, then up at his potions professor. “Okay, so you're not going to give Harry the potion. And no more Occlumency lessons. Why tell us any of this?”
“Because Potter has a bad habit of running head first into danger when he has not been given all the information about a situation,” Snape said and noticed that Harry at least looked a little embarrassed about that. “Perhaps if he is given information he will actually think before doing something stupid that will inevitably get all three of you killed.”
“You make it sound like I actually go looking for trouble,” Harry snapped.
Blaise put a hand on Harry's head. “Not always, but you do seem to just rush into things.”
Harry huffed and pushed Blaise's hand away. “Fine. Think before I act; got it,” he said and looked up at Snape. “Any more words of wisdom you wish to bestow upon me?” he asked with a cheeky grin and Snape narrowed his eyes, as he was reminded why he didn't actually like this boy; Harry really did remind him a lot of James. But as he looked at the boy, for the first time Snape was actually able to see the ghost of Lily there as well, and it was that that kept him from hexing the boy's mouth shut.
“No, you may leave," Snape agreed in clipped tones. "However, Draco, if you and Mr. Zabini could wait outside, there is one more thing I wish to discuss with Mr. Potter,” he said, looking at his Godson. Draco frowned and stood up.
“What do you need to talk to him about that we need to leave the room for?” Blaise asked, also standing up, and although he didn't seem as hostile to the potions professor as he had when entering the room, he was still on edge.
“You may stay," Snape agreed, realising that the two Slytherin teens still did not trust Harry in his care. "However, I doubt that he will talk very much about the memories I saw during the last Occlumency lesson with you two in the room,” Snape said, his eyes once again settling on Harry, who had gone pale.
“Th-there's nothing to talk about,” Harry said quickly, as he too stood up.
“I believe there is a lot to talk about,” Snape said. “If you do not talk about it now, we will talk later.” Snape watched as Harry shifted a little closer to Draco, his hand reaching out and taking hold of the blond's. Draco squeezed his hand reassuringly, before looking back at Snape.
“He doesn't want to talk right now.” Draco narrowed his eyes at Snape leaving no room for any argument. Snape sighed; he knew that this was going to be difficult, after all he had never given the boy a reason to trust him, and now he was telling him that he had to talk about memories that he obviously didn't want anyone to know about.
“Then I will speak with him later,” Snape insisted.
Draco said nothing as he turned, still holding Harry's hand, and lead the smaller boy out of Snape's rooms. Blaise stayed for a moment longer, glaring at Snape, before he followed the other two out.
He couldn't be mad at Snape for wanting Harry to talk about the obvious abuse, because even he had to agree that Harry needed to talk about it. And there was a surprising lack of adults in the small boy's life who not only would listen but might be able to do something about it. However, Blaise decided he would leave this problem to Draco, as the blond was able to understand Harry better in this situation and so was best suited to deal with it.
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