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Bound by Fate	By : Ravenheart Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 13920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry groaned as
ever so slowly he woke up. The bright, blinding lights of the
infirmary making his eyes hurt.

Blinking a few
times he discovered 4 shapes around his bed, one of which seemed made
entirely of black. Harry groaned again, closing his eyes, he knew
exactly who it was.

Reaching for his
glasses on the night stand he looked around the room. Hermione and
Ron were sleeping in the chairs beside him, Dumbledore stood to the
side, the big blurry shape turning out to be the Headmaster with the
resident mediwitch. And lastly, the last person he wanted to see,
Severus Snape.

The person his
mother had married, the person she loved, the person who loved her
enough to agree to hide their relationship with the help of his
nemesis, the person she had a child with.

And the person who
wanted nothing to do with himself.

Harry looked down,
rubbing his nose and trying to keep the tears from falling. 'Sorry
mother, but I can't forgive him... if you're watching, please forgive
me, but I cannot forgive this... this man.' he thought, finally
lifting up his head so he could look at Professor Snape in the eye.
Reaching for his letter and holding it tenderly in his hands he asked
the question that plagued his mind.

“Is it true?”

“Is what
true?” came the ever faithful sneer, reserved for one Harry
James Potter.

“The
timed-letter mother sent me.” He looked up, giving the
headmaster a sad smile as the older male came up to bed.

Severus just
remained quiet, his lily had sent their child a letter then, a letter
probably telling him who his real father really was. He felt a
migraine coming as he pinched the bridge of his nose. A tiny flame of
hope that he could have Harry back also came from the ashes of his
heart. He would have his little Hadrian back...

“Yes, it is
true.”

“Okay...
what's my real name then? She didn't mention it.” came the flat
voice, that Severus either didn't notice or refused to acknowledge.

“Hadrian
Antares Snape.”

Harry nodded, it
wasn't a bad name, weird yes with the whole middle name of Antares of
all, at least it wasn't Adrastos like one of the under classmates. “I
see... could you please get out?” came the flat voice again.

“Excuse me?”
Severus asked in a slightly raised voice.

“Harry? Are
you all right?” Came the concerned voice of the headmaster. All
this time he had said nothing, waiting for his two children to
realize what sort of magic there was between them. He was
apprehensive yes of Harry's flat tone, maybe he thought he didn't
need a father?

“Get out! I
don't want to see you, get out!!” Came the anguish cry,
immediately drawing he attention of Madam Pomphrey. Who just as soon
as she saw Harry going into a state of emotional breakdown poured a
glass of Calming Draught and sent the 2 adults out, with a promise
that they could come back later... eventually.

Inside the
infirmary, the read-head and the muggleborn witch beside Harry had
jumped into awareness at the sound of screaming. And were trying to
get the boy to talk to them.

“Harry? What
is it? Madam Pomphrey said you fainted from shock.”

“Yeah mate,
what happened? Was it... Was it you-know-who again?” he
whispered the last part, so only the three teens heard it.

Harry just shock
his head, the calming draught making his sleepy. And unable to get
angry at his sperm donor. Because that was what Professor Snape was
to him now, nothing but his sperm donor.

On the verge of
sleep – yet again – he withdrew the old parchment from
his robe, handing it to Hermione.

“A timed
letter from my mother. And Snape just confirmed it's all true.”
he gave her a biter smile, rolling over and trying to sleep. Not
wanting to show his friends a defeated face.

Soon enough came
the two exclamations of “Oh my” from Hermione and
“Merlin's left soggy ball...” from Ron. But Harry barely
heard them, staring into space as he tried to forget the letter.

X-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

In another Reality,
a few universes away...

The light was
making itself known to the two teens in bed, frowning heavily at the
rays of sunlight entering their cocoon, Harry turned over, snuggling
to the warm body next to him. In his sleep-induced stage, he didn't
question it's presence.

Tom Riddle on the
other hand, once he opened his eyes to the string of light coming
from the wrong end of the bed, couldn't quite go back to sleep, he
settled for waking up, the close warmth of a body making him
irritable already. 'I swear, if Victorya is in my bed again I'm
hexing her to the end of her miserable life.' he thought.
Growling at the thought of the pureblood gold-digger that was,
apparently, after his inheritance.

So he was
pleasantly surprised when he saw the mop of black, shiny –
thought sometimes mistaken for greasy – hair instead of the
blond one he was expecting. Checking under the blankets he was
faintly amused at the wet spot of drool beneath Harry's mouth. 'My
poor darling, he must have been exhausted.'

He smiled sleepily
at Harry's sleeping form, running his hands over the leg thrown over
his body. 'Merlin... if Severus caught us like this...' he
grinned, suddenly very much awake. Gathering the sleeping form of
Harry in his arms and grinning like the cat that go the canary, he
proceeded to wake up the sleeping beauty on top of him.

X-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

“What the
hell were you thinking?!” The voice of Severus Snape echoed
through the dungeons, his son sat in front of him, glaring at the
floor as if it has personally insulted him. “What were you
thinking Hadrian? Blatantly disrespecting the rules and bringing not
only your boyfriend but Slytherin's heir into your room... The
Slytherin's are chronically insane Hadrian, he could have done
anything with you!” he hissed, so focused on his anger that he
missed the look of hurt that passed over Harry's features.

“No, he
wouldn't! Tom loves me as much as I love him! He would never do
anything to hurt me, physically or emotionally!”came the
shouted reassurance that Harry did in fact, love his most gifted,
intelligent, possibly insane and into the dark-arts student.

He growled,
surreptitiously getting his wand from inside his robe. It wasn't
possible for Harry to fall in love with Tom, it went against every
logical reasoning! They hated each other! Always had! From the first
time they met in January of 1991 until...

He snarled in his
son's direction, making the teen sit up and glare at his father. Was
it possible that Tom had dosed Harry with some sort of love potion?
He would never stand up to him if that wasn't the case! Before he
could fully think it through his wand was pointed at Harry shouting
an incantation he very rarely used on students.

“Philtrum
Acclaro*” he shouted, the sickly yellow hitting his son in
the forehead. It was followed by the door being opened and the person
he did NOT want or needed to see right now followed by Minerva, his
son's head of house.

He barely heard the
shouts of 'Severus' or 'Harry', intend on looking at the results of
the spell. When the only thing that came forth was the white light
that indicated that nothing was out of the ordinary, only then he
took the situation for that it was.

Tom Riddle was
trying to calm a petrified Harry while McGonagall had him in
magically restraining robes.

“Harry, Harry
talk to me, please. Darling please.” he heard the spawn of
Slytherin mutter to his son, his little baby!

“He... he
turned his wand on me Tom.” came the awed yet pitiful whisper
of his son. Turn his wand on him? He did no such thing! He...

“It's ok my
darling, I'm with you all the way remember? Remember when I told you
I would never leave you alone?”

Severus saw his son
reach forward to the other boy, hugging him as if his life depended
on it. He could remember a time when it was him Harry turned to, of
course Harry was little but it hardly mattered.

What mattered was
that the Slytherin spawn was clearly stealing Harry from him!!! The
shock was enough to prevent him from noticing Minerva giving his son
a sleeping draught. He only came out of his shock when the hesitant
voice of Minerva McGonagall filled the air.

“Harry? Tom?”

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Severus was pacing,
he was alone in the lab wondering how Po-Har... how his son was
copping with the news, clearly he didn't want Severus there right
now, and he would bet that Weasley was filling his head with more
horror stories.

Finally coming to
terms with his own mind Severus walked into the infirmary, spotting
his son alone, in the middle of the bed. He sighed, remembering the
last time he spotted the mop of black hair. Harry was one, sleeping
with Lily and himself in their bed due to having a stomach ache. He
could barely believe he was capable of bringing life to such a
precious being such as his little Hadrian, and now, he couldn't
fathom why he let Dumbledore take him away from his arms.

“Harry?”
he whispered, sitting besides his son, not wanting to wake him up but
wanting to let the burden out of his chest.

And he did,
starting with the day he was born, how he had almost throttled the
mediwitch that was not taking away his mother's pain and how he
actually did hug her when he held him for the first time. How he used
to wake up at exactly 3am every night for two months and feed him,
his first word – which was 'up' – how Harry managed to
get into mischief at an early age and how he almost had a heart
attack when he found his little boy on his lab, on top of ledge
reaching for the basilik fangs, and how Lily used to tell him stories
at night to help him sleep.

As the
circumstances would have it, Harry heard none of it, waking up only
minutes after Severus had finished his speech.

“What are you
doing here?” came the slurred voice.

“I wanted to
talk to you Harry.”

A sigh was heard
and the rustle of covers as Harry sat up.

“I don't need
you.” Came the quiet reply, Severus having to strain his
hearing to make out the words.

“Excuse me?”

“I don't need
you, I know why you're doing this but I'll have you know what I don't
need it.”

Another sigh as
Severus tried to be comfortable for this conversation. He wasn't
ready for this... “And, why do you think I'm doing this?”

Harry shrugged,
looking at the white sheets. “I think you might feel guilty
that mother wrote to me, I realize that you don't want me, and after
mother and James died you didn't want the responsibility of a child.
I gather that, so I want you to know that I don't need you. You can
go back to your own world, I don't mind.”

“Harry...
I've never...”

“Save it
professor” came the tired voice, as Harry turned away, Severus
was afraid that it may be for life. “You didn't want the
responsibility, the burden of a child.” Severus could clearly
hear the whispers of 'you didn't want me' but he was helpless
to stop the child from talking. “I understand that, honestly. I
really don't need you professor, you can go back to your world and
I'll be back to mine. Just... would you mind if I removed the
glamours?”

The hope in that
last sentence made Severus heart break as the shock his head. He was
just about to try and talk sense into the stupid, selfless Gryffindor
when his son went into a hapless mess of convulsing boy right there
in front of him.

“Harry?
Harry!”

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A few miles south
of Hogwarts, a certain returned-from-the-dead Dark Lord was having
the same problem. As Fate would have it, there was no one else
present at Malfoy Manor this time of the day....
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