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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 19
Classes had finally started again for the three boys and Harry was finding it a lot easier to keep up with his school work when he was the only one in the class. The only exception to this, however, was potions. Harry had wanted to avoid Snape for as long as possible, but that was difficult to do since there was no way for Harry to just skip potions.
Draco had made good on his promise and went with Harry to each potions lesson but it hadn't been necessary at all. Snape was much the same as he ever was, no better but no worse, and he never mentioned Harry's abuse during any of the lessons, which was something Harry was grateful for. Though he didn't dare hope that Snape had truly let it go; the potions master was most likely waiting for the right moment to bring it up again. And, as February approached, and the deadline for the potion came and went, Harry was sure that Snape had other things on his mind, other than how Harry was treated at home.
The first weekend in February had Harry, Blaise and Draco making their way up to Dumbledore's office, after receiving a letter from the Headmaster while they had been eating breakfast. Draco didn't want to go, but he had no real reason to avoid the Headmaster, he just didn't trust the older Wizard.
"It's really not that bad, Draco," Harry said, looking at the blond boy as they made their way up the spiral staircase.
"For you maybe, but I've told you before, I don't trust Dumbledore," Draco replied, narrowing his eyes slightly at the entrance to Dumbledore's office. Harry just sighed, shaking his head before giving the password; he glanced at Blaise and Draco before stepping on the spiral staircase as it moved upwards.
Blaise had been quiet the whole walk there. He agreed with Draco about not trusting Dumbledore, but was also on Harry's side, the Headmaster wasn't all that bad. But Blaise thought that perhaps Dumbledore was trying to control far too many people. So for now the tan boy didn't say anything. He would just watch for now and see how things worked out.
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Dumbledore sat in his office thinking over the recent events, something he had been doing a lot of as of late. He was trying to think of a plan that wouldn't immediately put Harry in danger, but would also allow Snape to continue his role as a spy; it was a lot harder than it sounded. But after nearly a month, he had finally thought of something that he believed would cause the least amount of damage.
It would, of course, still put Snape in danger, and the potions master would have to agree to the plan in order for this to work. Dumbledore was counting on Snape agreeing to the first plan, because if he didn't then Harry would have to be given the potion. Dumbledore had managed to get hold of the potion that Snape had been brewing and would give it to the boy himself, something that Dumbledore really did not want to do but he would do it if it meant that he could still have a spy in Voldemort's inner circle.
Dumbledore looked over at his door when he heard the knock and smiled. "Please come in," he said and watched as the door was pushed open, Harry stepping into the office first, Blaise and Draco right behind him. "Harry my boy, I see that you got my invitation. Please sit down." Dumbledore smiled at the small boy as Harry took a seat; Draco and Blaise, however, remained standing by the door. Dumbledore smiled at them as well. "There is a lot to discuss today, I think you may be more comfortable if you were to sit down for this discussion." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and Draco narrowed his eyes at the Headmaster.
"Why did you call us up here?" Draco demanded to know.
Dumbledore just continued to smile at the blond boy. "You are a lot like your Godfather, he never seems to have time to sit and have a cup of tea." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair waving his wand and watched as a tray of tea and biscuits appeared. "We are just waiting for Severus to join us, then we will begin our discussion. In the meantime, please help yourself to some tea,” the Headmaster offered and Harry smiled widely before starting to make himself a cup.
“Thank you, sir,” Harry said once he had his cup of tea, then looked over his shoulder again at Blaise and Draco. The other two boys had moved away from the door, but still made no move to sit down. Harry frowned at the both of them, but said nothing as he sipped at his tea and grabbed a biscuit to nibble on while they waited for Snape.
“How have you three been adjusting to this bond?” Dumbledore asked, breaking the silence. “You seem to have gotten closer in the past few months.”
Harry nodded his head. “Yes sir, things are getting better. At least, we've all stopped fighting,” Harry said, taking another biscuit from the tray.
“That is good to hear.” Dumbledore then looked at Blaise and Draco. “And how are you two settling? I know things were a little difficult on you at first, Mr. Malfoy.”
Draco raised an eyebrow at the Headmaster, who just smiled back in return, his blue eyes still twinkling. “Harry just answered that question,” was all the blond boy said, turning his attention away from Dumbledore and Harry looked over at Draco to give him an exasperated glare.
“I think things are about as good as they're going to be for now,” Blaise answered before Harry could chastise the blond for his bluntness, not wanting the Headmaster to see them in conflict and Dumbledore just nodded his head again.
There was a knock on the door and the Headmaster called for them to enter. Draco looked over when Snape came into the room, and the potions master paused only for a moment when he saw the three boys in the Headmaster's office. He closed the door behind him and looked at Dumbledore.
“Severus, right on time.” Dumbledore smiled at him. “Please, help yourself to some tea,” he offered already knowing that Snape would ignore the tea.
“I was under the impression that I was called up here for something important, not a tea party.” Snape narrowed his eyes slightly.
“Harry at least knows how to humor an old man.” Dumbledore smiled at Harry, who had finished his cup of tea and was starting on his third biscuit, before looking back up at the potions master. “Very well straight to business,” the old wizard said, looking at each person in the room.
“As of right now, you are all aware of the connection that Harry shares with Voldemort," the Headmaster told them, Harry and Blaise both nodded but neither Snape or Draco felt the need to confirm something they all knew. "That connection has given Voldemort knowledge about the bond that Harry shares with Mr. Malfoy.” Dumbledore paused looking at Harry and Draco. “You are also aware of the potion that Severus was ordered to brew and give to Harry.”
“Harry's not taking the potion,” Draco insisted harshly.
“No, I don't believe it will be necessary," Dumbledore agreed, hoping that it really wouldn't come to that. "But it has presented a very serious problem for us. If Severus does not give Harry the potion, then Voldemort will know for certain that Severus is the spy and kill him.”
“You are stalling, old man, just say what it is you want me to do,” Snape demanded; he was far too used to Dumbledore putting him in dangerous situations, and he thought that right now it was pointless to try and sugar coat anything for the benefit of the three children in the room.
Dumbledore looked at Snape and nodded. “Very well then, I suggest that you, Severus, go and speak with Voldemort, and inform him of the bond that Harry has formed with your godson.” The potions master showed no outward reaction and simply waited to see if Dumbledore had any more to add.
Harry, however, jumped to his feet. “You can't do that!” he said looking at Snape, then to Dumbledore. “If you send Snape there, Voldemort will kill him for not giving me the potion! And even if he doesn't kill him, telling Voldemort about the bond is only going to get other people hurt.” Harry did his best not to shout at the Headmaster, though his voice had grown in volume the more he spoke.
A hand on his shoulder had Harry turning quickly to look at Blaise, who had come over to stand next to him. Harry frowned in confusion; it hadn't felt as if his magic were slipping out of his control yet, but maybe Blaise was just making sure it didn't get that far.
“I think,” Draco said then, “we will get a little bit more of an explanation if you allow the Headmaster to continue.” Draco also came to stand next to Harry, an arm slipping around the smaller boy's waist. Harry blushed slightly before nodding and looking back at Dumbledore.
“I'm sorry, sir...”
“That is quite alright, my boy. You have every right to demand an explanation," the Headmaster told him. "It is my belief that if Snape informs Voldemort about the bond, and expresses concern about what effect the potion may have on Mr. Malfoy, Voldemort may not demand that you be given the potion after all,” Dumbledore said. Harry could only frown as he thought that over.
“You could be putting all three boys in even more danger,” Snape pointed out, disregarding what kind of danger he would be put in if he went through with this plan at all.
Dumbledore sighed and nodded. “I know, that is why I wanted all of you here. This is something that will affect all of you, but it is the best plan that I can think of that will do the least amount of damage. Unless Harry agrees to take the potion himself.” Dumbledore looked at the small boy in front of his desk.
“I already told you he's not taking it!” Draco snapped stepping around Harry, blocking the smaller boy from the Headmaster; Harry frowned, looking at the blond boy in front of him.
“Draco, I'm not going to take the potion. I already said I wouldn't,” Harry reminded him, then turned his attention towards Snape who was just watching everyone. “Do you think it will work? Telling Voldemort about the bond?” Harry asked the potions master. Snape raised an eyebrow at the small boy.
“I think that it may be the best plan we have at the moment," the potions master reluctantly agreed, a little surprised to have been asked. "And there isn't a lot of time to really think of a different one. However, I will not tell him about the bond unless all three of you agree on it,” Snape insisted, looking from Harry to Draco.
“And what if he orders you to give Harry the potion anyway?” Draco asked narrowing his eyes at his Godfather.
“Then we will think of another plan then,” Snape informed him.
“Perhaps,” Dumbledore started, “if you three go and discuss it for today, and when you have decided what you want to do, just inform Professor Snape.”
Draco glared at the Headmaster. “Not a lot of choices,” he snapped. “Either tell the Dark Lord about the bond, make Harry take the potion, or sit around and hope for the best.” Draco was getting frustrated with the situation.
“Draco,” Snape snapped. “Not everyone has the luxury of having choices like this. They may not be what you are used to, but this is a war, and not everyone is going to come away unhurt. I refuse to give Potter that potion, and so that leaves very few options for me; besides, the Dark Lord is going to find out about the bond one way or another.” Snape wanted to make Draco realise that there were more people at risk of being hurt then just him. “If I am the one to tell the Dark Lord about the bond, it is possible that I may survive this.”
Draco went pale as he stared at his godfather. “You can't ask me to choose something like that!”
“You do not have to make the choice,” Snape said. “All I need to know is if you object to me telling the Dark Lord about the connection you share with Potter. I will do the rest,” Snape informed him and Draco looked torn. He didn't want Voldemort to know about the bond, but it was information that might save Snape's life. He wasn't a fool, he knew that hiding from Voldemort was impossible to do, the Dark wizard would eventually catch up and kill the person he was hunting for.
“Fine,” Draco finally said before turning and storming out of the office. This bond was turning out to be a lot more than he bargained for; something that he had originally thought would keep both him and Blaise safe was turning out to put both of them even closer to danger. Hearing footsteps behind him, Draco paused at the end of the hallway and glanced over his shoulder to see Harry hurrying towards him.
“Where's Blaise?” Draco asked, looking over Harry's head towards the gargoyle.
“He said he had to stay and talk with Dumbledore. I wanted to come see if you were okay,” Harry said looking up at the blond.
“I just practically sent my Godfather to his death, how could I possibly be okay?” Draco snapped glaring down at Harry. The smaller boy flinched slightly, though he tried to hide it.
Draco sighed closing his eyes. “Look, Harry, I'm probably not the best person to be around at the moment.” Draco didn't want to take his anger out on Harry, he had done that enough already when they were first bonded.
“You shouldn't be alone right now,” Harry insisted. “Dumbledore says that just because we gave permission, doesn't mean it's our fault if Snape gets hurt.”
Draco huffed, looking at Harry again. “You don't actually believe that.”
Giving Draco a small smile, Harry shook his head. “No, of course not. I'm Harry Potter, remember? In the end everything is my fault,” Harry said with a small shrug. “I don't want Snape to go, I mean, it's no secret that we hate each other, but I don't want him killed. And I've already seen far too many people tortured, I'd rather not see that again either,” he added, trying to hide the shudder that ran through his body upon remembering Snape being tortured.
Draco frowned looking down at Harry. “How do you do it? How do you see all that and still remain sane and act so normal?”
“I'm far from normal, you've said it yourself, my head is a crazy place,” Harry pointed out and Draco couldn't help but smile.
“It is crazy, always going in circles,” Draco said. “But there's got to be something...”
“I try to distance myself from it,” Harry said softly. “I know some day it's all going to catch up to me and I'm just going to go completely insane. But for now, I just distance myself from everything, I've had a lot of practice with it.”
Draco didn't know what to say to that; it wasn't healthy for Harry to distance himself so much from everything but he also understood that it was sometimes the only way to defend yourself. Draco reached out without really realising what he was doing, he pulled Harry into a hug. The small body went stiff in his arms, but Draco didn't let go. Harry relaxed a little bit, though his muscles were still tense as Draco held him.
“As long as you never go as crazy as Mad-Eye Moody, I think we can deal with you being a little insane,” Draco said letting Harry go.
Harry stared up at Draco before he started laughing. “I don't think I can promise that. I'm bound to go crazy with so many people poking around in my head so often.” Harry chuckled again.
“Well, we now know that I can use my Occlumency to shield your mind as well as my own. So that should help,” Draco pointed out.
Harry grinned widely and nodded. “Draco Malfoy, my hero,” Harry said and laughed harder at the look that Draco gave him.
“That just sounds wrong coming from you,” the blond said, watching as Harry continued laughing. “I'm glad you find me so funny.” Draco huffed. “Well you can stay here and laugh, I'm going back to our rooms,” he said and turned and started walking away, Draco smiled when the smaller boy stopped laughing and hurried to follow him. Both of them were quiet as they walked back to their rooms.
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Blaise watched as Draco and Harry left the Headmaster's office, and waited until Snape had also excused himself. The tan boy then turned to face Dumbledore, who was smiling at him.
“Was there something else you wished to discuss, Mr. Zabini?” Dumbledore asked.
“I wanted to talk about where Harry will be staying this summer,” Blaise informed the older wizard, frowning when Dumbledore closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh.
“I was wondering when this would be brought up again.” Dumbledore stood up moving to stand by the window, looking out onto the grounds of Hogwarts. “You of course remember what I told you back in October?”
Blaise narrowed his eyes at the Headmaster. “Yes sir, I do remember. But with the bond, if something happens to Harry, if Draco and I aren't there, Harry could really hurt himself, or someone else.”
Dumbledore sighed again. “I can understand that you are concerned for Harry, but I also hope that you understand that with Voldemort after Harry, the safest place for him is with his relatives.” Dumbledore turned back around to face Blaise, who was now glaring at the Headmaster.
“No,” Blaise said firmly. “Harry is not going back there. I don't care what wards you have around that house, they may protect him from people on the outside, but they are doing no good at protecting him from people on the inside!” Blaise had to force himself not to shout at the Headmaster. Even if Harry was being kept safe from Voldemort, it was no excuse to keep sending a child back to an abusive home.
“I do understand your concern, Mr. Zabini, and I am currently doing everything in my power to make other arrangements. But I still believe that Harry will be safer with his relatives,” Dumbledore insisted.
“He's not,” Blaise said as he glared at the Headmaster, wanting to make it very clear to the old man that this wasn’t something up for debate.
Dumbledore sighed. “I am doing what I believe is best,” the Headmaster said.
“And I'm doing what's best for Harry,” Blaise said firmly. “If these 'other arrangements' are still going to put Harry in danger, I'm taking him with me this summer,” Blaise told him.
“I am glad to see that you are so fiercely protective of Harry,” Dumbledore said smiling at the younger wizard.
“I'll protect him from anyone I think is a danger to him.” Blaise gave the Headmaster a knowing look. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to catch up to Harry and Draco,” Blaise said and left the office. He didn't like that Dumbledore was trying to mess around with Harry's life so much. He didn't believe that Dumbledore was as bad as Draco thought he was, but Blaise didn't like how much influence the old man had on Harry's life. Letting out a small sigh, Blaise went straight back to the rooms he shared with Harry and Draco. He was fairly sure that's where they would have gone.
When Blaise made it back to the common room, he was a little surprised to find Draco sitting on the sofa, with Harry laying down taking up the rest of the space, the small boy's head resting in Draco's lap. From where he was standing, Harry seemed to be asleep.
“He alright?” Blaise asked quietly as he walked over to the two boys.
Draco nodded. “He had a headache coming on, so I made him take a potion for it.”
“Under protest,” Harry said, opening his eyes to look up at Blaise, giving the tan boy a small smile.
“Better to take a potion now, instead of waiting until the headache is worse,” Draco said running his fingers soothingly through Harry's hair, smiling when he felt Harry leaning further into the touch.
“I still don't like the taste though.” Harry made a face and Blaise chuckled. Harry turned his attention back to Blaise and grinned. “So what did you have to stay and talk to Dumbledore about?”
“About where you are staying this summer,” Blaise informed him, earning a confused look from Harry, and a questioning one from Draco. “We can talk about it later, but I really didn't like the idea of you going back to your relatives,” Blaise admitted and Harry sat up, avoiding looking at tan boy.
“It's not that bad if I have to go back, I won't really mind,” Harry said, though in truth he did mind very much. Harry didn't want to go back, but past experiences proved that it would be worse to get his hopes up, only to be let down again.
“We mind though.” Blaise said frowning when Harry still didn't look at either of them. “I don't understand how you can be so willing to go back there.” It wasn't that Blaise wasn’t trying to understand, but he just couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that Harry would still want to go back to people that mistreated him.
“It's easier for everyone if I just go back,” Harry said softly.
“How is it easier?” Blaise asked in frustration, watching as Harry stood up.
“I'm going to the kitchens to get our dinner,” Harry said, still avoiding looking at both boys he moved passed Draco and Blaise, only to have his arm grabbed by the tan boy.
“Harry, why won't you talk about this?” Blaise asked. “If not with me, then with Draco, or your Godfather, or even Snape.”
“Because there is nothing to talk about!” Harry snapped angrily, turning to face the Italian boy. “Yeah, maybe I got banged around a bit more than most other kids, maybe it left a few scars, but it doesn't matter. There are other things to be worrying about right now, like the fact that Voldemort is going to know nearly everything about the bond by tomorrow,” Harry said, pulling his arm free from Blaise and leaving the common room.
Blaise moved to go after him, but was stopped by Draco. “What the hell was that?” Draco questioned also sounding angry at his boyfriend. Blaise turned and looked at Draco, confused where the sudden anger had come from. Draco narrowed his eyes at Blaise. “Why would you choose now of all times to bring that up?”
“Because Harry can't be allowed to go back to those muggles. You know that as well as I do,” Blaise said.
“That's not what I'm talking about,” Draco hissed. “I'm with Harry on this one; there is more than enough for us to be worrying about at the moment. Between worrying about the bond and what the Dark Lord is going to do when he finds out everything, the fact that I may never see my godfather alive again, and my mother in hiding, using Harry's abuse as a distraction from all that is NOT helping!” Draco was doing his best not to raise his voice, while also keeping his own mind blocked partly from Harry's, the last thing that the other boy needed was to feel Draco's anger at the moment.
“I wasn't using it as a distraction.” Blaise glared back at Draco.
“So you were just adding onto everything else he has to be worried about?” Draco crossed his arms over his chest. He couldn't figure out why Blaise would have started questioning Harry now; it had been a month since anyone had spoken to Harry about the abuse, for it to be brought up all of a sudden was confusing even for Draco.
“I'm trying to do the best I can to help Harry!” Blaise snapped, his own anger rising. “Is it really all that bad that I want him to know he can rely on me a little bit? I want to help him, and not just be there to stop his magic from going out of control. I want him to talk to me more, instead of running straight to you whenever there's a problem. Before you opened the bond I felt like I was actually able to be useful,” Blaise said and Draco's eyes widened.
“You're jealous,” Draco said catching Blaise off guard.
“I'm not!” Blaise denied fervently.
Draco shook his head. “No, you are, you're actually jealous of Harry,” Draco said, but frowned when that didn't really sound right. The way Blaise had been wording things, it didn't sound like the tan boy was jealous of Harry at all. “Or is it me that you're jealous of?” Draco asked, narrowing his eyes at Blaise.
“I told you, I'm not jealous. I just want to help Harry-”
“Harry, Harry, Harry. Everything is about Harry again!” Draco shouted and Blaise stared at the blond in shock. “Harry may have been the one to start this bond between us, but he is not the only person here!” Draco could feel his chest tighten with conflicting emotions, and for a moment he feared that he had let his shield drop, and that Harry was picking up backlash from this. He would have to worry about that later though.
“I know that Harry isn't the only one here. But yes, everything is about Harry right now.” Blaise regretted his choice of words almost instantly when he saw Draco go pale.
The blond boy nodded slowly. “That's how it is then. Maybe I was stupid to think we could still have a relationship, even with the bond,” Draco said coldly.
“We can still have a relationship, Draco, we just have to work through things...” Blaise said, not liking where this argument had sudden turned.
“No, everything is about Harry now.” Draco sounded bitter when he said this, and without another word he turned and left the common room, heading down the hall and locking himself in his and Blaise's room. He put up a silencing charm just in case Blaise tried to follow him.
Not caring any more if Harry was picking anything up from him or not, Draco sank to the floor, allowing a few tears to roll down his cheeks. Draco tried to bring up some of the old anger he had towards Harry, tried to tell himself that this was Harry's fault, but he couldn't; blaming Harry for what Blaise had said would just be cruel and untrue. Draco had seen for himself, had seen Harry push himself away from Blaise whenever the smaller boy thought that Draco might have become jealous of how close they were.
Draco wasn’t sure how it had come to this; how, despite all their best efforts, things between him and Blaise had become so fractured anyway. Draco wasn’t sure how to make things better but he just wanted his boyfriend back, he wanted to be Blaise’s priority; he wanted them to be united so that they could protect Harry together.
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Snape had returned to his own room after leaving the Headmaster’s office. He was now standing in front of his fireplace, scowling, as he thought of what he was about to do, but if there was one thing that being a spy had taught him, it was to always have a backup plan, because just hoping that things would turn out for the best was foolish.
Snape had never been the kind of person to believe in false hope anyway. Maybe at one point he had believed that, despite everything, things would turn out alright in the end, but reality was cruel and nothing was ever 'alright'; it was a lesson Snape had learned more than he would care to admit. It was because of this that he had decided that he had to talk with Black and Lupin. If he did not return from meeting with the Dark Lord, then someone would have to make sure that not only Harry, but Draco and Blaise, would also be safe. And at the moment, the best option for that was the person who had already asked Snape for help.
The potions master grabbed the floo powder and threw it into the fire before he could change his mind, he couldn't waste to much time on this as there were other things he needed to do before he went to speak with Voldemort.
Poking his head into the emerald flames and calling out the address, he soon found himself peering into dreary kitchen of Grimmauld Place. He spotted the man he was looking for, sitting at the table with what looked to be an empty fire whiskey bottle. “This is a good example as to why you are useless to the Order,” Snape sneered at the other man, watching as Sirius jumped in surprise knocking the bottle off the table.
“What the hell do you want?” Sirius growled narrowing his eyes at Snape.
“To talk about what you requested of me in December. However, I can see that you are busy at the moment,” Snape said looking to where the empty bottle had landed on the floor.
Sirius sank down onto the floor, now kneeling in front of the fireplace. “Are you actually going to help me?” Sirius asked in disbelief.
“I am starting to rethink my decision,” Snape narrowed his eyes. “However, if I do help you, I have a few conditions of my own.”
“You Slytherins and your bargaining. Fine, what are your conditions?” Sirius asked having already come to the conclusion that Snape would not help him for free. And Sirius didn't care what Snape asked him to do, if it got Harry to safety, he would do it.
“If I help you get Potter away from here, you must take Draco with you as well. And it would be wise to also bring Zabini along, as Potter's magic is too unstable without him,” Snape said watching as the other man's eyes widened slightly in surprise.
“That's it? That's the condition?” Sirius laughed ignoring the glare that Snape was giving him now. “I was already preparing for the fact that neither of those two would have let me just take Harry away,” Sirius informed the potions master. “Is there anything else?”
“No, that is my only condition,” Snape said before passing a small box through the fire for Sirius to take. “This is a portkey that will take you to the safe house I have set up. If I have not contacted you in three days, use it to get to the safe house, the boys will meet you there. The password to activate the portkey is written on the inside,” Snape informed him and waited until Sirius had nodded his understanding.
“Why three days though?” Sirius asked frowning when Snape didn't answer him and instead vanished from the fireplace.
Snape pulled back out of the fire and stood up before dusting himself off. That was one problem taken care of, he now had to talk with Draco and make sure his godson was prepared as well.
Snape left his rooms, quickly and quietly making his way up the stairs, only to stop near the top of them when he saw the door to the kitchen open and watched as Harry came out, the small boy's arms full of food, and even more seemed to be piled in a basket that he had hooked over his arm.
“I was unaware that the kitchens were now open for students,” Snape said as he walked up the last few steps, watching with satisfaction as Harry jumped in surprise. Spinning around to face his potions teacher.
“Snape,” Harry said his eyes wide looking up at the professor. “I thought you had already left.”
Snape raised an eyebrow at Harry. “So you thought now would be the best time to sneak in and steal food from the kitchens.”
“I wasn't stealing, the house elves gave me this. Besides, they would have brought dinner to my rooms anyway,” Harry pointed out. “I was just making less work for them.”
“How noble of you, Potter.” Snape sneered down at Harry and bright green eyes glared right back up at him for a moment, before those eyes softened slightly and Harry looked away, breaking eye contact with his professor.
“You are going to be okay, aren't you? Draco will be really upset if you don't come back,” Harry asked and Snape was once again struck by how strange it was to hear concern coming from the small boy. It was almost infuriating to see this boy worry himself about how everyone else was doing, and being willing to put himself in danger if it would save another life, and yet, when it came to his own problems, Snape had seen Harry run away repeatedly. It was time to put a stop to that.
"I will be coming back because you and I are going to discuss those atrocious relatives of yours." Snape saw Harry's whole body tense up and the green eyes widen once again as Harry's head snapped back up to look at his teacher.
“There's nothing-”
“There is plenty to talk about, Potter,” Snape interrupted him. “I have let things slide long enough, and when I get back, we are going to talk.”
“I don't want to talk to you,” Harry snapped.
“Then I shall have your godfather come here, and you can talk to him.” Snape watched as Harry shook his head quickly.
“No, I'm not talking to anyone about this. I don't need to talk to anyone. It's bad enough that you saw it!” Harry shouted.
Snape just continued staring down at the angry boy. “Yes, I saw it. I saw everything you showed me, Potter. Do not interrupt me,” Snape said holding a hand up when it looked like Harry was going to start talking. “I am only going to say this once, so listen carefully. The fact that you have been forced to live in a situation like that, and that no one has noticed the obvious signs of abuse-”
“It's not abuse!” Harry snapped and Snape narrowed his eyes.
“It is abuse. Deny it all you want, Potter, but your relatives have abused you, and we will discuss this in depth when I return,” Snape insisted.
“Why do you even care? You hate me, you've always hated me, and I don't care for you either.” Harry was shaking, and he wasn't sure if it was from his magic building up, or the over whelming emotions that were running through him.
“I do not hate you, Potter, I dislike your attitude, but I do not hate you.” Snape insisted. “Now I suggest you go back to your rooms and find Mr. Zabini,” Snape said, as he could practically feel Harry's magic pulsing in the air. “We will talk further when I return, and I suggest you have Draco make sure that your mind is shielded from the Dark Lord today.”
Harry nodded his head slowly; he didn't want to talk with Snape when the potions master returned, but he could feel his magic building up and knew that if he didn't get back to Blaise right now, he might ending up hurting someone. With one more look at his teacher, Harry turned away quickly and practically ran back to his rooms cursing Snape the whole way.
TBC
So here is chapter 19! I hope you like it, I only have a few more chapters to go now! I know roughly the rest of the plot of this, and I am estimating 6-8 more chapters. My goal is to have this fic wrapped up by Christmas. So we will see if I can stick to that goal. Wish me luck! Also feel free to look me up on facebook under Celtic Kitsune.
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