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Blood Bound	By : greenwizard11 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30346 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Harry was at Ron’s bedside again when Madam Pomfrey informed him that Dumbledore wished to see him. Harry nodded and headed to the Headmaster’s office. The young wizard was beginning to wonder if his life could get any worse. His best friend had nearly died.

Dumbledore was waiting at his desk when Harry arrived. “There you are.” He motioned for Harry to take a seat. “Harry, I need to discuss a very delicate topic with you.”

A lump formed in Harry’s throat as he lowered himself into a chair. Something told him this had to do with Snape. “Have you figured out who put the poison in that bottle?”

“I have a few ideas, but that’s not what I brought you here to discuss. Harry, do you remember when I told you it was your mother’s sacrifice that saved you when you were a baby?”

“Yeah,” Harry nodded. “You told me that my very first year here.” He already didn’t like where this was going.

“I don’t often say this, but I was mistaken.” Dumbledore picked a battered-looking leatherbound book off his desk. “I have discovered that a few weeks before your parents were killed your father and Professor Snape performed a blood binding on you.”

“What’s a blood binding?” Harry asked, a chill running through him.

Dumbledore opened the book to a dog-eared page and handed it to Harry. “It’s the strongest bond known to wizardkind. It was once used by couples. You see, Harry, it binds together the life forces of two people; in this case, you and Professor Snape. As long as you are both living, neither of you can die of unnatural causes. It’s the only thing known to be able to withstand the Killing Curse. Your father’s notes are all there.”

Harry’s eyes skimmed over the ritual. It certainly explained how he’d been able to survive being poisoned. He gasped and his eyes were bulging by the time he reached the end. He slammed the book shut and turned crimson. “There’s just one part of this that doesn’t make sense, Professor.”

“You mean the consummation? Your father stepped in as a proxy for that. It’s why the deep connection doesn’t go both ways.”

Harry turned an even deeper shade of red with a hint of green and slumped down in the chair. “Well, that, yes. . . . But I was talking about the fact that Professor Snape and my father hated each other. Why would my father bind me to someone he hated? Why would Professor Snape take this on?”

Dumbledore shifted in his chair and let out a deep sigh. “They didn’t hate each other. There was some hostility while they were students, but something happened when Professor Snape joined the Order. Neither of them would say what, but they became civil toward one another. This morning Professor Snape informed me there was more to it than met the eye. They were civil around me, and apparently much friendlier in private.”

The lump in Harry’s throat moved a little lower and he began to feel ill. “Exactly how friendly?”

Dumbledore gave him a small smile. “That’s something you’ll have to take up with Professor Snape, if you can manage it. I only managed to pry a few tiny details out of him. All I can assure you of is that your father did not cheat on your mother.”

“At least not more than once,” Harry mumbled.

Dumbledore chuckled. “Not even then. I doubt anyone ever told you, but your father liked both women and men. I have a feeling he liked men more; your mother was the only woman I ever saw him really take to.”

“So, he was bisexual?”

“Yes, I believe that’s the term for it. Your parents had a mutual agreement. He was allowed to have male companions as long as he told your mother about them. That was a condition of their getting married.”

“He made my mother agree to that?”

“Not exactly. It was her idea. She wanted to get married, but your father wasn’t exactly the settling-down type.” Harry sat back and let it all sink in. He wondered what unlucky star he’d been born under for his life to be so complicated. “Take all the time you need to digest it all. I know you had a very different image of your parents in your head, but they were good people. Your father was a little odd, but I could always count on him.”

Harry nodded and sat silently for several minutes. It was a lot to take in. He could accept that his parents hadn’t been perfect. What he was having a little trouble coming to terms with was his bond to Snape, of all people. He’d thought he would get answers, but all he had was more questions.

While Harry was doing much better in Potions that year, he suddenly found himself unable to concentrate. It didn’t help that McLaggen had corned him in the hall earlier about the Keeper position that would probably be open their next game. Once Harry got away from him he ran into Lavender, who demanded to know why she hadn’t immediately been informed about what had happened to Ron.

Class was a welcome distraction, but Harry wasn’t even entirely sure what potion he was brewing. He turned to ask Hermione a question and his hand bumped into the burner. He yelped in pain and ran to the sink to pour cold water on the burn. “Are you all right, Potter?” Slughorn asked.

“Yeah, just having an off day, I guess,” Harry responded.

“I know you’re worried about your friend, but do try to be more careful, Harry.”

“There’s something else going on, isn’t there?” Hermione whispered to him when he returned to their table.

“If you only knew the half of it,” Harry whispered back. He usually told his friends everything, but he wasn’t quite ready to share this. All these years he’d taken a small comfort in knowing his mother’s love was what had spared him, but now he knew the truth, and it was unsettling to say the least.

After Potions was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Snape was the last person Harry wanted to lay eyes on, but he knew he would probably get into all sorts of trouble for skipping class. He entered the classroom with his gaze fixed on his feet. He’d always been able to feel Snape’s eyes on him, but now they seemed to bore right through him.

“Mr. Potter, could I see you a moment?”

Harry winced at the sound of the elder wizard’s voice. “Do I have a choice?” He scowled.

“Not really,” Snape answered and motioned for Harry to follow him.

Harry did his best to ignore the whispers as he followed Snape down the hall and around the corner. Snape stopped at a door and pressed his thumb to the center of the door handle. The metal glowed for a split second and the door opened.

Harry followed him into the dimly lit room. It was a small room with a leather couch, a desk, and a bookshelf. An open door in the back led to a tiny bedroom. “Sir?” Harry looked toward Snape, who had disappeared into a bathroom. It was a little frightening that Snape had brought Harry into his personal quarters.

Snape returned with a small metal jar in his hand. “You really should learn to be more careful,” he spat as he grabbed Harry’s burnt hand roughly and began applying a creamy salve to it. The throbbing stopped almost instantly, and Snape’s rough hands felt strangely pleasant.

Harry didn’t know quite what to say. “Thank you, sir,” he mumbled when Snape began wrapping his hand in a linen bandage. Harry didn’t know how much more he could take before he went into shock.

Snape huffed and stood, turning toward the small window. “I suppose there’s no point in hiding anything from you anymore. I’m sure Dumbledore told you everything.”

Harry could hardly believe what he was seeing. Snape had morphed into a completely different person overnight. “He told me what he knows, which isn’t much. I’m guessing you felt it when I burned my hand. But could you at least tell me why I haven’t noticed anything?”

Snape turned to face him again. “Dumbledore didn’t show you the notes?”

“He showed them to me, but I couldn’t get past the—you know. . . .”

Snape’s lips curled slightly into a small smile. “And it is for that very reason that you haven’t noticed anything. Well, that and the fact that I don’t go around foolishly risking my life every few months.”

Harry’s cheeks felt hot. “I don’t—” He took a deep breath and steadied himself. “I don’t want to argue with you. I just want answers.”

“It’s your innocence,” Snape answered. “Believe it or not, in some things you are still quite innocent. You can’t even bring yourself to talk about sex.”

Harry’s jaw hung open in amazement. “I—you—just because I’m not as casual about it as you are. . . . You’re my teacher—we shouldn’t even be having this conversation!”

Severus shrugged and took a seat on the couch. “After doing some thinking I decided to answer your questions, but if this is going to make you uncomfortable, you’re welcome to leave.”

Harry could hardly believe what he was hearing. This had to be some kind of cruel trick. “What about class?”

“Professor McGonagall will fill in.”

Harry cautiously moved toward the couch and sat down, half expecting something to jump out and bite him. “Okay ,then, let’s start with my biggest question. Why would you go to such trouble if you hate me?”

Snape snorted and shook his head. “Harry, I don’t hate you.”

Hearing his name come out of Snape’s mouth like that caught Harry by surprise. “So threatening to poison me and constantly berating me was a sign of affection, then?”

Snape took a moment to consider his words. “Harry, at first I was angry. You do look so much like your father. Your presence was a constant reminder of what I’d lost.”

Harry nodded. “Dumbledore did say you and my dad were friendly toward the end.”

“That’s one way of putting it. Harry, you’ve heard both good and bad things about your father. They’re all true. He was an arrogant prick at times, but like any human being, that wasn’t all there was to him. I was fortunate enough to get a glimpse of his softer side. He slipped and let his guard down around me one evening. I got to see what your mother saw in him, and I found myself intrigued.”

“What exactly did happen between you two?”

Snape’s eyes glazed over for a brief moment. “I’d really rather not get into the details. Suffice it to say he was there in my darkest hour. He called me a moron, but still he picked me up and dusted me off. I had never known unconditional friendship before. I liked it.”

Harry relaxed a little and leaned against the back of the couch. His perceptions of Snape were quickly changing. He was beginning to see a man sitting beside him instead of some kind of monster. “That still doesn’t explain why you’ve been treating me the way you have.”

“As I said, at first I was angry. I loved your father very much, and seeing you tore the wound open all over again. Then my worst fears were coming to fruition. The Dark Lord may not have gotten hold of that Stone, but I knew he’d find a way to come back. If the Dark Lord ever thought for a moment that you trusted me, what do you think would happen?”

“Probably nothing good.”

“Exactly. It would be even worse if he knew the truth. I performed a ritual to protect you. I committed the ultimate betrayal. That was why I could never tell anyone, not even Dumbledore.”

“I guess I understand. Still, you didn’t have to be quite so cruel.”

“No, I didn’t. I was taking my frustrations out on you, and I shouldn’t have. Though I have to admit, making students cry is excellent stress relief.”

Harry shook his head. “So what now?”

“I don’t know. I decided I owed it to your father’s memory to tell you the truth, and that is what I’ve just done. I didn’t think ahead any farther than that.”

“Is the bond reversible?”

“No. We’re stuck with each other until one of us dies of old age or disease.”

Harry’s hand reached out to lightly brush a finger across Snape’s bare neck. Snape shivered and leaned away. “What are you doing?”

“No idea,” Harry sighed. “Am I always going to feel compelled to touch you when you’re close?”

“Possibly, but I’d rather you didn’t.”

Harry frowned. “This isn’t fair. I was only a baby, and you did something to me that’s going to affect me most of my life.”

“I know. Your father just wanted to protect you. He wouldn’t have taken such a drastic step if he hadn’t felt it was necessary.”

“And he asked you to pretty much give up your life. You feel it all, don’t you?”

“Not everything. I felt the burn because it was a nasty one.”

“And you said my innocence protects me? What would I have to do to fix that?”

“You don’t want to know.”

Harry leaned forward. “Yes, I do. I want to know everything.”

“You’d have to consummate the bond with me.”

The color drained from Harry’s face. “So I’d . . . I’d have to . . . have sex . . . with you?”

“That’s the general idea.”

Harry glanced at the window, wondering when he was going to wake up from this strange dream. “Can I go now?”

“Of course. I’m sure you’ll be asked why I took you out of class, so tell them I took you to Dumbledore for something. Make up a reason if you have to. Just don’t tell anyone what we’ve discussed, not even Dumbledore.”

“Can I at least tell my friends?” He was going to need someone to talk about this with so he didn’t go crazy. Hermione was probably the better person to tell; she was more level-headed than Ron.

“I suppose your two shadows can know, but it can’t go any further. After all, Lupin and Black knew about my relationship with your father, as well as your mother, of course.”

“They’ll keep the secret,” Harry assured Snape as he stood and backed out of the room. He headed straight to the Hospital Wing to sit with Ron for a while. He groaned when he saw Lavender by Ron’s bedside.

“Why is he’s never awake when I come to see him?” she whined.

“I don’t know.” Harry shrugged. “Bad timing, I guess.” Lavender went to say something, but Harry cut her off. “No offense, Lavender, but I’m really not in the mood to talk about Ron. I’ve had a really bad day.”

She huffed and stormed off, mumbling to herself. Ron’s eyes opened as soon as she was gone. “What happened, mate?” he asked.

Harry glared at his friend. “You know, if you want to break up with her, you should just do it. It would save me a lot of headache.”

“It’s not as easy as all that,” Ron argued. “Why don’t you just tell me what happened? I’d rather talk about that right now.”

“Somehow I doubt that, but I do need to talk to someone. Just promise me you’ll keep an open mind, because this is going to be really hard to believe. I’m not even sure I didn’t imagine it all.”
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