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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 22
Hermione sighed as she slowly made her way down from the dormitory to the common room, a few school books held tightly in her arms. She felt so far behind in her studying; between worrying about what was going on with Ron, and trying to make sure that Harry was doing alright, she had lightened her study load quite a lot from past years. She was worried about what effect this was going to have on her O.W.L. scores, but making sure her friends were safe was worth it.
However, she refused to let her studies slide completely, so she had taken to waking up earlier than anyone else to get a couple hours before breakfast, and before the common room got too loud and overrun with other students.
Hermione had only just gotten all her things set up and was just deciding on where she should start, when the door to the common room burst open and Ron stumbled through. The red-head was panting hard as he looked around the common room, spotting Hermione in her corner.
“'mione,” he said, hurrying over to her. Hermione stood up quickly, her hand resting against her wand, but she didn't draw it just yet. “I need to find Zabini and Malfoy, and I have no idea where to find them,” Ron said quickly and Hermione frowned.
“Why do you need them?” she asked.
Ron shook his head. “It's Harry. I can't explain, but he needs them NOW!” Ron looked almost panicked and Hermione wanted to ask what was going on, but if Harry was in trouble, the questions would have to wait.
“I'll go get them,” Hermione said. “Where is Harry?” she asked urgently, already moving across the room towards the exit.
“He's in the Owlery,” Ron said and moved to follow her out of the common room, but she stopped him.
“You need to stay here. I don't know what's been going on, Ron, but Zabini and Malfoy, they won't be happy to see you if they know that Harry's hurt,” She said, quickly turning and leaving the common room. But Ron still followed her.
“I want to help. Please, Hermione you have to let me help,” he said and Hermione sighed looking back at him.
“If you want to help, go and tell Pomfrey or go tell Dumbledore and explain to him what happened, so that they at least know how to handle this if Harry needs more help than what Blaise and Draco can give him,” she said. Ron reluctantly nodded but followed Hermione until he had to split off in the direction of the hospital wing. From the way that Harry had been screaming, Ron was sure that the small boy would need to see the school nurse.
Hermione continued on her own way, heading straight up towards the Owlery; she didn't want to waste time looking for Blaise and Draco, when they most likely already knew that Harry was in trouble.
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Harry was in so much pain as struggled to hold his magic inside, forcing it back down where it belonged. He was dimly aware of the fact that Ron had left, either running away, or maybe actually going to get the help that Harry so desperately needed. However, all of Harry's focus was on his magic, on the burning under his skin and how every breath he took became more painful than the last. But Harry refused to let his magic go now, there was too much of it, and if he let it go now there was no telling what kind of damage Harry could do to himself or the tower around him. So Harry curled up tighter and tried to focus on his breathing, hoping that Blaise and Draco would get here soon.
That's when he heard it, that small voice that had always been somewhere in the back of his mind. 'You're going to die here.' That frightened Harry more than he was willing to admit, he had never been afraid of death before, no matter what happened to him, it had never mattered. But the thought of dying now, like this; he didn't want to die. Things had only just started getting better for him.
'Death is the price of the happiness you stole, they don't really love you, no one could ever love you,' the voice continued and Harry nearly let his hold slip on his magic; he screamed as he pulled it back in, causing his chest to tighten painfully, and for a moment Harry couldn't breathe. The voice in his head laughed. 'You are going to die,' it said again.
"NO!" Harry screamed, forcing himself to breathe through this new pain, but it was getting harder and harder to concentrate on his breathing and his magic both at once. Black spots started appearing in the corner of his eyes. “...please...” Harry tried calling for his bond-mates once more, he needed them. He could feel his hold slipping on his magic, and he couldn't hold it any more. It was more painful than he thought it would have been; his magic burst from him and Harry didn't have the energy to try and pull it back in again.
The walls and floor shook around him from the force of his magic; blackness overtook Harry then, he couldn't bring his magic back in, it was far too late for that now. The cruel laugh still echoed in the back of Harry's mind as his eyes closed and his breathing slowed to a stop as the blackness took him. The small boy never saw Blaise running through the door to the Owlery, followed closely by Draco, he never felt the cool hands of the tan boy, or his magic start to calm down.
Draco came to sit on the opposite side of Harry; he could still feel the magic cracking in the air, but everything was silent, and Harry had gone so still. Grey eyes widened. “Blaise, he's not breathing!” Draco said as he looked at the unconscious boy.
“I know!” Blaise didn't meant to snap at the blond, but he was trying to think about what he could do, something to get Harry breathing again that wouldn't cause him any injury.
Draco, however, was ahead of Blaise in his thinking, pulling out his wand and pointing it at Harry's chest, speaking the spell before Blaise could even think to stop him. “Repiratus!”
“Don't use magic on him!” Blaise snapped, glaring at Draco even though the blond had already used the spell. Draco, however, ignored the Italian boy and just watched Harry for any signs that the spell had worked. It was a long silent and tense moment, before the small boy took a shuddering breath, followed by another. Draco relaxed slightly; just knowing that Harry was breathing again was good enough for the moment, even if Harry sounded like he was gasping, trying to get enough air in his lungs.
Both boys turned back towards the doorway when they heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Draco had his wand pointed at the door but sighed when he saw that it was only Hermione. “What the hell are you doing here, Granger?” Draco asked.
Hermione ignored the question as she hurried over to where they were on the floor with Harry; she paused mid step, however, when she saw the Cormac McLaggen still unconscious on the floor not too far away. “What happened?” she asked, looking back at the blond, who narrowed his eyes at her.
“I get the feeling that you know more about what happened than we do,” Blaise said looking at the bushy-haired girl.
“Ron told me that Harry was up here and needed help. He wanted me to find you two but I thought you might already be up here, so I came to see if Harry was alright,” She explained. Blaise turned away from her, easily scooping Harry up in his arms before turning back towards the door.
“Harry wasn't breathing when we reached him,” Blaise said. “I'm taking him to the hospital wing.” He had no obligation to explain what he was doing to Hermione, but he knew that she had been a big help to Harry, and he also had no reason not to tell her. Draco, however, said nothing to Hermione, following Blaise, when the tan boy carried Harry out.
Hermione watched them leave before sighing and looking back at Cormac, if he was the one who had hurt Harry, she didn't want to leave him here so that he could get away. Conjuring a stretcher she followed after Draco and Blaise, heading straight to the hospital wing.
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Ron was pacing back and forth in the hospital wing when Blaise came in with Harry, Draco following closely behind. The tan boy didn't even spare a glance towards Ron as he hurried to put Harry down on one of the beds. Draco stopped short when he saw Ron, narrowing grey eyes at the red-head.
"What did you do?" Draco demanded. Ron stopped his pacing and looked at Draco, then over to the unconscious form of Harry; it didn't escape his notice that Blaise was now standing between him and Harry.
"I didn't-" Ron started to say but stopped talking when he saw Draco pull his wand.
"Try again, weasel," Draco hissed.
"Draco," Blaise snapped sternly, "no magic." Draco didn't respond, keeping his wand pointed at Ron. Sighing, Blaise turned his attention to the red-head. "What happened?" Though Blaise was a bit more polite about asking, Ron could easily tell that the tan boy was just barely holding his own anger back.
"I didn't do anything," Ron said defensively.
"We got that much, but you were there, so you know what happened," Blaise said, his hand twitching to grab his own wand.
"I don't know," Ron insisted. "Harry knocked me out, I woke up when I heard him screaming."
"Well that's convenient," Draco said irritability.
"It's the truth," Ron snapped back. "I never wanted to hurt Harry." Ron glared at Draco.
"You have a funny way of showing it. I suppose you were just trying to talk to him when you, Thomas and Finnigan attacked him." Draco held his wand tighter as he spoke; he had to keep reminding himself getting into a fight with Weasley in the hospital wing, with Harry so close, was a very bad idea.
"I was under the Imperious curse," Ron said his hands clenching into fists. Before Draco could reply the door opened again and Hermione came in, McLaggen floating along behind her. "Why did you bring him here?" Ron demanded as he stared at the still unconscious form on the stretcher.
"I couldn't leave him up there," Hermione explained, then looked around frowning. "Where's Pomfrey?"
"I told her what happened, she went to get Dumbledore," Ron said still glaring at McLaggen while Hermione placed him on one of the beds.
“Ron,” Hermione spoke, but the red-head didn't even look at her and she sighed.
“I think you need to start explaining to us what happened here,” Draco demanded and Ron turned to glare at the blond boy now.
“I don't owe you any explanation!” Ron snapped.
Draco narrowed his eyes, his hand tightening on his wand. Blaise was there then, standing next to Draco. “Don't start a fight here,” Blaise hissed and Draco shook his head.
“He did something to Harry-”
“I didn't do anything!” Ron growled, but didn't pull his own wand out. “Harry knocked me out, the fight was already over by the time I woke up!” Hermione was there then, standing between Ron and Draco.
“Now is not the time to be fighting about any of this!” Hermione said looking from one boy to the other. “Malfoy, Ron is the one who came to get me, to find you two, so that Harry could get help.”
“Maybe he was scared that he might have actually killed Harry this time,” Draco hissed.
“I was under the Imperious curse, you dumb ferret!” Ron nearly yelled, causing the whole room to fall silent then. Draco still had his wand pointed at the red-head though, unwilling to lower it just yet. Though that decision was taken from him when Pomfrey hurried back into the room, followed closely by Dumbledore.
“What is going on here?” Pomfrey demanded catching sight of Ron being held at wand point by Draco.
“Poppy, please tend to Harry,” Dumbledore requested. “I will handle these four,” the headmaster turned his serious gaze towards the small group of children. “I think I would like to start with Mr. Weasley. I believe that Poppy wouldn't mind if we borrowed her office for a few moments.” Dumbledore waited until Ron nodded before directing the boy towards the back of the hospital wing.
Even after Ron was out of site, Draco couldn't relax. His attention turned towards Harry's bed, where Pomfrey was working frantically. Harry looked pale, and wasn't showing any signs of waking up any time soon. “He'll be alright,” Blaise said as he came to stand next to Draco.
“He wasn't breathing, Blaise,” Draco reminded the tan boy, not that he needed reminding.
“You got him breathing again, and he's now with Pomfrey.” Blaise pulled Draco closer to him, wrapping his arms around the blond boy's waist. “When he wakes up though, we're going to have to have a serious talk with him about trying to hold his out-of-control magic inside.” Blaise sighed and Draco nodded his agreement.
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Harry slowly opened his eyes and blinked in confusion. He could easily tell that he was in the hospital wing, even without his glasses on, he had seen the blurry ceiling of this room often enough that he could tell where he was without seeing clearly. What confused him was the fact that he was awake at all.
"Harry?" The small boy heard the familiar voice of Blaise, turning his head slightly to see the blurry outline of the tan boy. "Thank Merlin you're awake," Blaise said in relief.
"I'm not dead..." It wasn't a question, more of a confused statement as Harry frowned, trying to figure out how that was even possible.
Blaise frowned back at Harry. "No, you're not,” he said simply. "Though it was a close call. Harry, do you remember what happened?" Blaise questioned. Harry chewed on his lower lip trying to think.
“I got into a duel...” Harry looked back at Blaise quickly. “Where's Ron?” he asked, sitting up on his elbows so he could reach for his glasses. Blaise grabbed his hand and gently pushed Harry back down to lay on the bed.
“Easy,” Blaise said softly. “Everything has been taken care of, for the most part at least,” the tan boy said soothingly, trying to keep Harry calm enough to remain lying down for a little longer.
Harry looked confused, squinting his eyes to try and see Blaise a bit better. “How has it all been taken care of?” he asked then, looked around as best he could while still lying down. “What time is it?” He looking back at Blaise, the tan boy sighed and let Harry's shoulders go.
“It's about seven thirty, February nineteenth,” Blaise said and waited for that information to sink in. The tan boy watched as Harry's brow creased in concentration as the smaller boy worked out that the date was a week and a half later than what it should have been. Blaise knew the second that Harry had worked it out; green eyes widened and the black haired boy tried to sit up again, but Blaise had been expecting that, gently grabbing Harry's shoulders and forcing him to remain lying down. “Don't move,” he ordered.
“I've been asleep for that long?” Harry asked staring up at Blaise with wide eyes. “That...why? I didn't think it was that bad. I mean...it was bad, but it wasn't any worse than any other time I lost control of my magic...” Harry said trying to figure out why he had been asleep for so long.
“Pomfrey thinks that you were forced into a healing sleep. Physically you were mostly fine, other than the fact that one of your lungs apparently collapsed, and the other one was in danger of collapsing as well,” Blaise explained watching as Harry lifted a hand to rub at his chest as if trying to feel the damage that had happened to his lungs. Blaise gently laid a hand over Harry's. “We want to figure out why this time was so different. I need you to tell me everything that happened,” Blaise requested, feeling a little bad about cornering Harry when he had only just woken up, but the smaller boy didn't seem to mind at all.
Harry nodded. “I was in a duel with McLaggen... he had Ron under the Imperious curse,” Harry explained, frowning. “Ron's okay now though, right?” Harry asked, unable to leave the topic of Ron alone; he didn't want to get his hopes to high, but Ron had been his first real friend, and it had hurt more than Harry admitted to have his friend turn his back on him again.
Blaise settled himself on the edge of Harry's bed looking at him for a moment before answering. “From what I have been told, he is fine; I haven't seen him personally, but from what Granger has said he's doing alright. I'm sure she will tell you all about it, when your fan club hears about you finally being awake,” Blaise teased and Harry couldn't help but pout.
“I do not have a fan club,” Harry huffed and pouted slightly, causing Blaise to laugh, before the tan boy leaned down to give Harry a quick kiss on the lips. He pulled back and smiled when he saw the blush that now colored Harry's cheeks.
“I am afraid that you do have a fan club, Harry,” Blaise teased, smiling even as Harry pouted again, “They've been in here nearly every day to visit you. At least until Draco got annoyed with them, and started throwing people out.”
Harry blinked. “Draco did that?” he asked getting a mental picture of the blond boy standing guard over his bed. “Where is Draco?” Harry asked trying to see if the blond was anywhere nearby.
“He's getting some rest at the moment. He'll be back when he wakes up I'm sure,” Blaise reassured him. “So why did you get into a duel with McLaggen?” Blaise asked, getting them back on topic.
Harry huffed and moved once again to sit up; Blaise tried to stop him again, only to have Harry shove his hand away. “If you want me to tell you what happened, I would like to sit up, or at least be able to put my glasses on,” Harry said irritably. Blaise allowed him to sit up and even handed Harry his glasses.
“I don't want you to push yourself too much,” Blaise admitted and Harry rolled his eyes.
“Now you're sounding like Pomfrey. Nothing's going to happen from me just sitting up in bed,” Harry pointed out, and Blaise just nodded, shifting from the bed to sit back in the chair he had been occupying before.
“I don't really mean to hover,” Blaise said running a hand through his hair. “I'm just really worried about all this, about what happened. Harry, you had stopped breathing when Draco and I finally managed to get to you.” Blaise leaned back in his chair to look up at the ceiling. “I don't know how long you hadn't been breathing, but it's been a long while since I've felt that kind of fear,” Blaise explained looking back at Harry again. “We woke up, and I felt your magic, but you weren't in your room. We had no idea where you were, only that your magic was going crazy, and you were in pain.”
Harry chewed on his lower lip, looking down at his lap feeling more than a little guilty for just leaving like that without telling Blaise or Draco, even though he had had no intention to get into a fight with anyone, and had even taken measures to avoid anyone who might start something. “I tried to end the duel as fast as I could,” Harry said softly still not looking at Blaise. “It's not easy keeping my magic in check when I'm trying to use it at the same time. I didn't want to hurt anyone... so I didn't use anything stronger than a stunner... but even that, when I used it, it sent Ron flying back about ten feet.” Harry chanced a look at Blaise; really looking at him now Harry could see that the tan boy looked tired, and if it was true that he had been asleep for a week and a half, Harry wondered how much sleep Blaise had been able to get. Draco obviously hadn't gotten much if the blond by had been forced to go and get some rest.
“Why didn't you just get out of there after you sent the stunner?” Blaise asked when Harry had been silent for a while, though he thought that he could already guess what the answer was going to be before Harry even answered.
“I couldn't just leave Ron there, not under the Imperious curse... he wouldn't have left me like that,” Harry said, shifting further up on the bed so that he could sit more comfortably. Blaise was half out of his seat to stop Harry from moving before the smaller boy glared at him. “I'm not getting out of bed, Blaise.” Harry said. “I feel too sore to really want to get up and walk around just yet,” Harry admitted. This only caused Blaise to look more concerned.
“You're still in pain?” Blaise asked surprised by that.
“Not pain, just sore... I don't know if it's from the Cruciatus, I was sore after the last time I had it used on me too.” Harry looked thoughtful for a moment. “I could also just be sore because of my magic. I don't think the curse was even held long enough to do much of anything, and my magic went crazy almost immediately after. Though it could just be from laying in bed for over a week...” Harry trailed off when he noticed that Blaise was staring at him. “What?”
“You had the Cruciatus curse used on you?” Blaise asked and Harry nodded slowly still frowning.
“Yeah, but it wasn't that bad-” Harry was cut off when Blaise stood up suddenly.
“I'll be right back, Harry, stay in bed, and don't move,” Blaise ordered and before Harry could even ask where he was going, Blaise had moved around the curtain that was around Harry's bed, blocking the small boy's view of the hospital wing. He heard the door open and close. Now left alone and more confused than anything, Harry sighed and leaned back against his bed. He really was sore and didn't feel like getting out of bed, but the way Blaise had just run off like that confused and even annoyed Harry slightly.
Harry had only just started debating with himself about getting out of bed, when he heard the door to the hospital wing open again, a moment later Blaise came back around the curtain. “Where did you go?” Harry asked.
“No one knew you had been put under the Cruciatus.” Blaise explained, taking his seat next to Harry's bed once again.
“I was trying to tell you that it wasn't that bad,” Harry huffed. “And you just ran off and didn't even listen to me. I was only under the curse for about a second,” Harry explained.
“Any amount of time under that curse can cause damage,” a familiar voice said. Harry's head snapped up and he stared wide eyed at his potions professor.
“Snape! You're alive?” Harry blurted the question out unable to stop himself, unable to hide his shock.
“I am sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Potter-” Snape began but Harry rushed to cut him off.
“I'm not,” Harry told him, because as much as he might not like his professor he was relieved to see the man still alive. Ignoring the glare the older man gave him, Harry rushed to explain himself before his teacher could get to mad. “I was worried, I had a nightmare and Voldemort killed you... I thought it might have been real,” Harry admitted, looking down at his lap now, unable to think of anything else to say he asked, “Um...how did the meeting with Voldemort go?” Harry wasn't expecting an answer to such a stupid question, so he was surprised when he received one.
“It went slightly better than expected, but that is not for us to discuss now.” Snape pulled a small potion vial out of his pocket. “I want you to take this.”
Harry lifted his head to look at the small vial that Snape was holding out towards him. “What's that?” Harry asked, not willing to take the potion from his teacher until he knew exactly what it was.
“This is a mild potion that will help repair any nerve damage that you may have sustained while under the curse,” the potions master explained and Harry nodded.
“Honestly though, I was only under the curse for about a second, most of my soreness right now is because of holding in my own magic for so long,” Harry explained, once again wondering why no one was listening to him.
“It is still a good idea to drink it,” Snape insisted, still holding the vial out towards Harry. Sighing, the small boy took it, looking at the contents of the vial. “Drink,” Snape ordered and Harry let out another sigh before downing the potion. Snape took the vial back when Harry handed it to him. “Now that you are awake, there are a few things that I think we need to discuss. I expect you to be in my office tomorrow, after breakfast.” Snape smirked at the glare that Harry sent his way.
“Can't promise that if Pomfrey won't let me out of here,” Harry shot back.
“You will be there, or you will have detention,” Snape insisted.
“You can't do that! It's not fair threatening me with detention. If Pomfrey won't even let me out of here...” Harry trailed off, knowing full well that he would be able to sneak out of here if he really wanted to.

“Life is hardly ever fair, Potter. Tomorrow morning, or detention,” Snape said again, before Harry could make any more protests about how unfair it was, Blaise stepped in.
“We'll be there,” Blaise agreed, narrowing his eyes at Snape. The potions master nodded once before he turned and left the two boys alone again. Harry was staring at Blaise, waiting until the tan boy had turned to look at him.
“I don't want to talk to him, Blaise!” Harry said, remembering full well Snape's promise about talking to Harry about the Dursley's.
“It's not that bad, Harry, Professor Snape also requested that Draco and I join you tomorrow as well. We think he's going to tell us about the meeting with the Dark Lord,” Blaise said.
Harry shook his head leaning back against his pillows and closing his eyes. “I'll be lucky if that's all he wants to talk about,” he complained. “And what if Pomfrey doesn't even let me out of here by tomorrow? I've only just woken up, she'll probably try keeping me in here for another week.”
“I get the feeling you'd be sneaking out of here tomorrow regardless,” Blaise pointed out.
“Me? Sneak out of the hospital wing before I'm allowed to leave? Where would you ever get the idea that I would do something like that?” Harry asked,. Blaise couldn't help but laugh at the look of false innocence that Harry was giving him, and Harry couldn't keep a straight face long either.
“I think the only way to keep you in here long term is for you to be unconscious, or for someone to tie you to the bed,” a new voice said and Harry looked up to see Draco walk around the curtain.
“Oh good, you're here! I was subjected to all forms of torture while you weren't here to help me,” Harry said, watching Draco walk around to on the other side of the bed.
“And what kind of 'torture' were you subjected to?” Draco questioned.
“Snape was here, he made me drink some nasty potion, threatened me with detention even if I'm not let out of here tomorrow, and now Blaise is accusing me of trying to escape before I'm allowed.” Harry was grinning even as Draco shook his head chuckling.
“I am sorry that I wasn't here, but I was forced to go and get some rest; I've only just woken up,” Draco informed him and Harry looked him over.
“No you haven't,” Harry accused and Draco raised a blond eyebrow at him. “I've seen you after you've just woken up, you look too neat and tidy to have just woken up. You took your time to look presentable before coming up here to see me,” Harry said with a cheeky grin and Draco rolled his eyes.
“Yes, well forgive me for not wanting to walk around looking like I have a nest growing on my head.” Draco gave Harry's hair a pointed look.
“Hey, I like my nest,” Harry said with a grin, laughing when Draco rolled his eyes.
“If I didn't think you would look ridiculous, I would just shave your head while you were sleeping,” Draco commented, chuckling when Harry's hands flew up to cover the messy tufts of hair; Blaise laughed as well. The three boys fell into easy conversation until Pomfrey came to check on Harry, when the nurse scolded Blaise for not informing her that Harry had woken up.
It wasn't long before Harry started to feel tired again, though was fighting sleep as he was dreading the conversation he would be having with Snape the following day. Seeing this, Blaise and Draco moved another one of the hospital beds closer to Harry's, merging them like they had done over a month ago, when Harry and Draco had been stuck in the hospital wing, before climbing in with him.
With the comforting presence of Blaise and Draco on either side of him, Harry was unable to fight off sleep any longer. He fell asleep curled up close to Blaise's chest, with Draco holding him protectively from behind. It was as he drifted off to sleep that Harry decided that no matter what life threw at him, it would be worth it, as long as he could keep this safe feeling that his boyfriends provided him.
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Harry stared at the door that lead to Snape's office; he had been standing there for nearly five minutes already. Blaise and Draco were supposed to be here with him, but Harry had left them sleeping in the hospital wing. Though he got the feeling that they would catch up to him soon enough, meaning he was wasting time just standing here staring at the door.
Scolding himself for being scared, Harry raised his hand and knocked on the door. The sound seemed to echo loudly in the hall around him and Harry bit his lower lip as he waited. More minutes passed and Harry wondered if it was still too early for even Snape to be awake; he debated if he should knock again or just go back to the hospital wing and come back with Blaise and Draco at a more reasonable hour.
Harry sighed and was half turned away from the door, when it opened. Turning back quickly, Harry looked up at Snape, who was scowling down at him. “Potter, I did not require your presence here until after breakfast,” Snape informed him.
“I know, sir...” Harry said, looking down and taking a deep breath. “You said before you left, that when you returned from talking to Voldemort that we were going to talk about my relatives,” Harry said glancing back up at Snape.
The potions master sighed and opened his door further, allowing Harry to enter his office. When the small boy was inside, Snape closed the door and walked around to sit at his desk, motioning for Harry to take the seat that was placed in front of him. “I did say we would be talking about those people, however, because of recent events I decided that it might be better if you had Draco and Mr. Zabini here with you,” Snape informed him and Harry frowned.
“I don't want them here,” Harry admitted. “I don't even want to talk about this.”
Snape raised an eyebrow at the small boy. “Why do you refuse to talk about it? Why deny what they did to you?”
Harry lowered his head to stare at his lap, once again chewing on his lower lip as he tried to think of the best way to explain his thinking. “Admitting it makes it real.” Harry finally settled on saying, it had never bothered him all that much how the Dursley's treated him, it was just the way things were.
“It is real, regardless if you admit it or not,” Snape informed him.
“I know that!” Harry snapped clenching his hands into fists. “But it was never real to me. I know the way they treat me isn't right, but I was able to ignore it mostly. At least until everyone started throwing it in my face, insisting that I talk about it.” Harry was now looking at Snape, his eyes narrowed.
“If I recall, you are the one who showed me all your memories,” the potions master reminded the boy sitting in front of him.
Harry could feel his anger rising as he continued to glare at Snape. “I didn't mean to do that, I only wanted you to leave me alone.” Harry tried to keep a hold on his anger, he was the one who had come here to talk to Snape alone after all.
Snape raised an eyebrow at Harry, studying the boy for a moment before speaking. “You claim that you did not mean to turn my own mental attack around, and direct it right back at me. I find that difficult to believe. You may not know exactly what you did, but do not lie to me and tell me that you did not mean it.”
Harry stood up angrily. “I didn't mean it! You kept roaming around in my head, forcing me to remember things I didn't want to! LOOKING at things I didn't want you to see!”
“And yet I know every dark secret you've ever had in that head of yours,” Snape said, seemingly not effected at all by Harry's anger.
“It was the only way to get you to leave me alone!” Harry insisted.
“So you forced every painful memory at me, in an attempt to get me to 'leave you alone'.” Snape's voice was just as calm as it had been since Harry had walked into his office. “You say that, and still insist that you did not mean to do it.”
Harry shook his head, unable to form the words again, unable to deny that he hadn't meant it because in the moment he had meant it, he had wanted to show Snape how much he was hurting.
Snape waited to see if Harry was going to say anything but when the small boy remained silent the potions master continued speaking. “Your anger with me is what fueled that attack,” Snape informed him. Harry remained standing there with his head lowered, fists still clenched at his sides as he held in his anger. Snape considered it a good thing that Harry's magic hadn't started acting up yet. “I believe that the only thing that you did not mean to do at that time, was show me so many of your memories. Once you had started the attack, you couldn't stop it.” Snape watched Harry closely for any kind of response.
“...I never wanted anyone to know...” Harry admitted softly. “And out of everyone who could have ever found out...it just had to be YOU.”
“I am not very fond of this situation myself,” Snape replied. “However, child abuse is not something I will ever allow to continue. If you sit back down, we will discuss your relatives.”
“Even if I talk about it, nothing is going to change,” Harry said.
“That is where you are wrong; there are multiple plans in motion to ensure that you will never return to those abusive people again,” Snape said and Harry just stared at him. It seemed strange to have Snape of all people saying those words to him but Harry moved to take his seat again, silently wishing that he had actually waited for Blaise and Draco, instead of coming down here to talk to Snape on his own.
“I don't know what I should talk about first,” Harry admitted softly.
“Why don't we start with the cupboard I saw a lot of?” Snape suggested and Harry nodded taking a deep breath and started talking. It was hard at first, even with the knowledge that Snape already knew everything he was saying, but none the less, Harry started giving his teacher details that flashes of memories couldn't have shown.
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