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Bound by Blood (and Faith)	By : wlkellogg Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 20386 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Hello, readers. This chapter will feature some mild Torture.

Again, I love my beta! Thank you Jags!

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Six months earlier...

Harry stood on the battlements at Hogwarts. He held his broomstick nervously and scanned the horizon for the signal he was waiting for. Acid green sparks flared near the edge of the Forbidden Forest and Harry jumped onto his broom. He sped through the night toward the place where the sparks had been only seconds before. He wouldn't be shown where to go again, so he kept his eyes glued to the spot. When he landed, he looked around for the person he was supposed to meet. There wasn't anyone in view, but he was only steps away from the forest. It wouldn't have been difficult at all for someone to have stepped behind a tree. “Hello?”

“Keep your voice down, moron. Do you want to bring the whole castle down here? Lets go.” The familiar voice grated on Harry's nerves, but he obeyed. Following Draco Malfoy into the Forbidden Forest to sneak up on a Death Eaters meeting wasn't exactly his best idea, but it was what needed to be done. Draco led the way deeper into the forest, completely ignoring Harry after checking once to make sure that he was following at a decent distance. Harry hung back a bit, just barely keeping the peroxide-blond hair in sight. He didn't want to be seen by those Draco was going to meet.

Soon, they approached a clearing and Draco pulled the hood of his cloak up over his head, obscuring his identity from the others gathered there. Harry stood back by a big tree, using the shadow to shield him from view. Once again, he kicked himself for leaving his invisibility cloak in his room. It would have made this so much easier. Several sharp cracks marked the apparation of several older cloaked figures. One of the shorter figures stepped forward. “Thank you all for coming. We asked you here to address a serious problem that affects all who follow the Dark Lord.”

“Get on with it, boy. We did not come here to listen to some imagined threat dreamed up by teenaged brats,” an older voice snapped at the hooded student. Harry noted the voices, knowing that the knowledge might one day save his life.

“We have proof that Professor Snape is a traitor!” An excited boy burst out, stepping forward. Harry gasped, but thankfully, the sound was swallowed up in the sudden chaos that erupted in the clearing in front of him. Harry's mind raced, trying to find some way to help the fellow member of the Order.

“Silence! Speak quickly and clearly, boy. What proof do you have?” Harry leaned forward and strained to hear the evidence that was being put forward in a stuttering, stumbling voice. All of it was damning on its own, but, together, Harry knew that it would get the older man killed. The voices in the clearing blurred together into an angry hum, that was only cut when Draco's voice rang out over them.

“Well, what is to be done? He is a threat to the Dark Lord and must be dealt with. I, for one, think death would be too easy for him. He needs a more... creative punishment,” he declared. The silence was almost as frightening as the angry muttering had been. Harry held his breath, waiting for Draco to explain what he meant.

“Well, go on then. Speak up. What do you think should be done?”

“Well, I have other information about him that isn't pertinent to the current discussion, but could be used to aid in his punishment. I think he should be shown the importance of... submission.” Draco's double entendre hung heavily in the air. Harry's throat clenched anxiously.

“And you think that you will be the... 'man' for the job?” The mocking almost-laugh made clear what the older man thought of that idea. “But you may be on to something. I have just the charm for it.”

Harry's eyes widened when the man pulled out his wand and conjured a goblet of a blood red liquid. The students all stepped backward, apparently knowing better than Harry what was in that chalice. A chill wind cut through the trees and tore at the robes of everyone present, whipping the words of the incantation away from Harry's ears. The cold reached into his chest and wrapped its icy fingers around his heart and squeezed hard. He couldn't breathe. His vision blackened and narrowed until all he could see was a thin sliver of moonlight. A dark shadow stepped in front of his vision and Harry felt himself lifted off the ground by rough hands. He only had time to wonder when he had fallen to his knees before he hit the ground hard. He gasped for air; what little he had had in his lungs had been driven away by his impact with the harder than normal forest floor. Why am I in so much pain?

“How fortuitous.. Imagine finding someone who loves the little traitor so close.” Cruel laughter filled Harry's ears, but he could barely hear it over the blood rushing in his head and the pounding of his heart. Each thump sent shards of agony through his body and it took everything he had just to take a single, shallow breath. Another incantation was intoned over him and fire quickly chased the ice from his veins. He screamed until his throat was ragged and he had to spit blood so that he could take another breath. Unconsciousness was a blissful reprieve from the torment, but it only lasted seconds before he was pulled back from the darkness of oblivion.

He found himself laying flat on his back, arms and legs spread as far as they would go and restrained magically. He struggled a little until a sharp kick to the ribs robbed him of his oxygen yet again. He looked up into the intense eyes of Draco Malfoy.

“You there, get the brat ready for the second part of the ritual.”

Draco nodded and dropped to his knee beside Harry. With a quick jerk of his wand, Harry's shirt shredded, exposing his chest to the cool night air. Harry opened his voice to speak, but Draco shook his head once. In a soft voice, low enough so that only Harry could hear him, Draco whispered “Be still. They don't know its you or you'd be dead already. It's the only way I can save him, so keep your mouth shut. This is gonna hurt like hell, so... sorry. You're the only one who can help him now.”

Harry pondered what Draco's words could mean for a second until more pain drove all coherent thought from him. His scream was cut off when his jaw clenched and all he could do was cry and moan through the torture. He paid no attention to the men standing over him. Eventually, he became aware of another bundle of raw nerves in the back of his head, down low by his neck. It screamed with the same agony that he felt through his body and, for the moment, he dismissed it as some kind of echo.

The pain suddenly disappeared, and its absence was nearly as excruciating as its presence had been. Harry gasped for air while his lungs worked, not knowing how long it would last. He looked around with wide eyes, half expecting to see himself surrounded by the fires of hell instead of the trees of the Forbidden Forest. It wasn't trees or fire that filled his painfully narrow field of view, but a face. He tried to file the image away, but his brain, still reeling from the magical assault, protested against the task, and soon he had to focus on the words being formed by the strangely familiar lips. “Do you want this to end, little boy?”

“Wh-what?” Harry asked in a voice he didn't recognize.

“Do you want the pain to end?” The voice was soft, almost tender.

“Wh-what do I have to do?” he asked, strange voice shaking and heavily laden with tears.

“Tell me to hurt the traitor, instead of you. Then the pain will end. You have my word.” The offer was tempting. All he had to do was say he wanted the traitor to suffer instead. The hurt would go away. For a long moment, he contemplated the possibility, then part of his brain broke through the fog of pain and he remembered who the traitor was.

“N-no. Don't hurt him.”

“As you wish.” Then the face was gone and the pain was back. It didn't seem quite as bad now, but it was still more than enough to pull screams from his already raw throat. At least now he could focus on something other than his own pain. He was doing this to help Snape. It was keeping him safe. That thought became his mantra, his lifeline, his savior. If he could just hold on a little longer, it wouldn't be so bad.

The pain was constant for Merlin only knew how long. He was stunned when it disappeared again. He gasped like a beached fish and looked around wildly. Then the face returned.

“Are you certain you want to do this? You are not the one who betrayed your brothers. It is not your punishment. Why should you have to endure this torment? Tell me to give it back to the one who deserves it and your pain will go away,” the voice offered again. This time, Harry didn't bother speaking. He just shook his head and focused on getting air while he had the chance. “Don't you understand? He cannot be trusted. If you go through with this, you can never love another. Your heart will be bound to him. Is that really what you want? To be bonded to a man who you can never truly trust? What kind of life is that?”

This all but demanded a response and Harry found himself speaking before he could tell himself it was a bad idea. “It doesn't matter. I can't... I can't let him die. I just can't.”

“He means that much to you? Oh, child, how I pity you. I will grant your wish, but, I don't think you understand what you've chosen for yourself. I hope you can live with your decision. If you change your mind and try to break the bond, it will kill both of you. Your brand of loyalty is very rare. It seems a shame to waste it on that traitorous dog.” With that, the man reached down and pressed his hand down over Harry's heart. Steam and the stench of burning flesh accompanied the pain this time. Only it didn't seem fair to call it pain. This was ten thousand times worse than any pain Harry had ever felt in his life. It was beyond blinding, beyond mind-shattering. He couldn't breathe, but at the same time, he didn't want to. The air burned like lava whenever he was forced to inhale. And then when he exhaled as quickly as he could, it felt like he was pulling broken shards of glass over freshly charred flesh. He fought to free his arms to push the man's hand away from his skin, but they were stuck, and his frantic mind couldn't figure out why.

Several hours later, Harry opened his eyes and looked around. The clearing was empty except for one robed figure. He rolled over onto his stomach and curled his legs up under him. The pain was gone, but his body remembered it and that was bad enough. The robed figure came over to kneel beside him and he flinched away. “Wait, Harry, it's me. It's Draco.”

Harry looked up to verify this statement and Draco pulled his hood back to show his face. Harry relaxed, but only a little. “You did that on purpose, you prat.”

“I had to do it that way, or you wouldn't have agreed to it. I'm sorry, but, I couldn't lose him.” Draco's revelation stunned Harry. He looked up at the Slytherin boy in shock.

“And you couldn't do it? Chicken, coward, pussy.” Harry spat the words at him like they tasted bad.

“I couldn't! My father has someone picked out for me to marry, and if I did this, I wouldn't have been able to touch her. I've seen the way you look at him when no one is looking. I knew you'd protect him.” Draco looked pained, like he had just made a great sacrifice, but Harry wasn't in the mood to be charitable.

“Yeah, and you just decided that I didn't have any prospects and would be just fine to be bound to him for the rest of eternity. Have you noticed that he hates me? What the hell do you think that means for me now?! You're an ass, Malfoy. Don't even talk to me anymore. And I mean ever. Not in passing, not in class, not even to ask to borrow a quill. I never want to hear your voice again. Now get away from me,” he snarled. Draco pulled back like he'd been slapped.

“I'm sorry, Harry. I... I'm really sorry. Let me help you back to the castle, at least.”

“What did I say about you talking to me?” Harry snapped, but he didn't deny that he needed help. His anger burned in the pit of his stomach, but he let Draco help him up and limp back to the castle. They had to pause twice for Harry to empty his stomach. For once, Draco didn't have a snide comment for Harry, instead, he seemed to actually respect his rival. After the second pit stop, Harry groaned and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You did great, if it matters much. I've never seen anyone hang on that long before passing out.” Draco offered with a slightly shaky voice. Harry glared daggers at him that ignored the cover of darkness the two boys found themselves under.

“And you witness this curse frequently? I always knew you were twisted, but I didn't think you were that big of a sadist,” Harry snarked.

“It's not a curse, Harry. It's a charm. I-”

“Just shut up! I'll manage from here on my own thanks. Sod off,” Harry snapped. Draco's shoulders slumped slightly, but he turned and walked away toward the Slytherin dungeons.

Just before Harry turned to limp off toward the Gryffindor tower, Draco turned. “Wait. One more thing and I'll leave you alone, I swear. I do have his best interest in mind. Even if I wasn't practically engaged already, you'd be the better match for him. You already love him. I just... well.. it's not that simple for me. Plus, well, you're gay. I'm not.”

Harry froze, mouth open. He had never told anyone about his preferences, not even Ron and Hermione, how the hell did Draco figure it out? His mouth worked for a moment, trying to find words to form a sentence. “How- ?”

“How'd I know? Easy. I've had my suspicions since first year, but what clenched it was when you started dodging everyone in the baths. You didn't want anyone to catch you looking, and you're always checking out my ass through my robes, even if you don't want to admit it. Guess you just prefer Slytherin guys. Whatever. I'll keep your secret if you'll keep mine.”

“What's yours?” Harry asked. His mind was far too muddled to figure out what Draco was talking about. Draco smiled sadly.

“I wanted Ravenclaw. And I would love to go on a date with Hermione. Two things that will never happen for me. Maybe one day you will realize what I gave you,” Draco confessed with a shrug, like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to say. Harry was stunned. He didn't know what to say, but he realized that it was getting harder and harder to be furious with the platinum blond boy. Thankfully, Draco seemed willing to honor his promise to leave Harry alone now and turned to walk away. Harry didn't stop him. He just stood there staring after him for a very long time.
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