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Blood Bound	By : greenwizard11 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe. I only play with the characters for my own amusement; which all I'm getting out of the writing of this story. So dance puppets, dance!

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Dumbledore entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom to find Severus seated at his desk grading papers. “There you are,” Dumbledore grinned. “I heard you pulled Harry out of class yesterday.”

“I did,” Severus answered without looking up.

“Since the official story is that he was doing something for me, I assume you told him.”

Severus put his quill down. “We had a little chat, yes. I’m still not telling you anything.”

Dumbledore frowned. “Severus, why are you being so stubborn about this? You and James threw a wrench into everything. Don’t you think I deserve some kind of explanation?”

“No. I don’t owe you anything I haven’t already given.”

“After everything I’ve done for you . . . .” Dumbledore’s eyes narrowed. “You came to me begging for a way out. I gave you one. Then I kept you out of Azkaban.”

“You did,” Severus nodded, “but don’t pretend you didn’t get anything out of it. My life may not have been in danger, at least not after the ritual, but I’ve given up everything. I’ve been your personal lackey, never once complaining while you took me for granted. But what happened between James and myself is personal. I’ll be damned if you stick your nose into my bed!”

Dumbledore took a few steps back. “Severus, I—we all make sacrifices. I haven’t exactly led the life I’d like to either, and I’m sorry you haven’t been able to have a normal life. Still, I need to know more about this bond.”

Severus glared daggers at the elder wizard. “You just want to know how it affects the Unbreakable Vow I made this summer. You want to know if I still have to do what you want.”

The Headmaster’s gaze dropped to his feet. “You know me too well. There isn’t much information available on blood bonds any more. The book you gave me was published in Ireland before I was born. I don’t even know how James got hold of it.”

“He was very resourceful and determined. You never appreciated him, and you don’t appreciate Harry.”

Dumbledore’s features hardened. “Severus, I don’t know where all this venom is coming from, but now is not the time.”

“Now is the perfect time. Shall I go tell Harry he’s nothing to you but a lamb you have every intention of sending to the slaughter?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me. Go on, keep pushing me. Even I have limits.”

Dumbledore let out a deep sigh. “Maybe it would be better to let you cool off. Are you coming to the Quidditch game?”

“No, I have work to do.”

“I see.” Dumbledore nodded. “What are you going to do when Gryffindor plays Slytherin?”

“Pray to any deity that will listen that Harry doesn’t get seriously injured.”

Harry and Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room finishing up their papers for Herbology before they had to go to DADA class. Hermione was in a much better mood since Ron had neglected to tell Lavender he was getting out of the Hospital Wing. Lavender was furious, and Hermione was visibly pleased.

Harry had told them about his bond with Snape. Ron hadn’t taken it very well, as predicted. Harry tried to explain that Snape seemed different when his guard was down, but Ron would have none of it. Harry supposed Ron would just need to get used it.

Hermione acted rather predictably as well; heading straight to the library to do research. She hadn’t been able to find anything except a small mention of how blood magic was considered Dark because of what it could do.

Ginny came in shaking her head. “Good luck with Snape,” she said as she plopped down on one of the couches. “He’s in rare form today. McLaggen got a week’s detention for getting a few questions wrong because he wasn’t paying close enough attention. You’d think he’d be happy McLaggen cost us the game.”

Harry and Hermione exchanged knowing looks, and Harry gingerly touched the spot where the Bludger had hit him. McLaggen had tried to take over management of the team during the game and had cracked Harry’s skull.

Harry shrugged. “The git deserves it. If he thinks he’s getting anywhere near those goal posts again, he’s out of his mind.”

Harry and Hermione gathered up their books and mumbled goodbye to Ginny before heading off to class. Harry was feeling rather anxious because he didn’t know what to expect. Was Snape going to act like nothing had happened, or were things going to change for the better? He didn’t expect to suddenly become the favorite student; Snape wanted everything to be kept a secret, after all. But maybe he wouldn’t be tormented any more.

When they entered the classroom the shades were drawn and Snape was leaning back in his chair with a cloth across his eyes. He sat so still he could easily have passed for a dummy. A pang of guilt hit Harry in the gut, though getting hit in the head hadn’t been his fault.

Once everyone was seated Snape sat up and put up the blinds with a wave of his hand. “Today we are going to address the subject of Dementors,” he said as he stood at the front of the room. Harry couldn’t help but grin. This was a subject he already knew a lot about.

“Many of you may have heard of the Patronus Charm,” Snape began. “Among other things, it is fairly useful against Dementors. However, it is not the only method of dealing with these creatures. Yes, Miss Granger?” Snape shot Hermione an irritated glance when she raised her hand.

“Excuse me, Professor, but the book says the Patronus Charm is the only way to deal with a Dementor.”

“The book is wrong,” Snape snapped at her. “Ten points from Gryffindor for questioning me.” Draco snickered and whispered something to Crabbe. “And twenty points from Slytherin for being disruptive.”

“What?” Draco’s eyes widened in shock. “But I didn’t do anything!”

“Another twenty from Slytherin for being argumentative. Care to shoot for more?”

“No, sir,” Draco pouted.

Harry was sure that was his answer. Snape had never taken points from Slytherin before for anything, and he had certainly never yelled at Draco. Harry didn’t want to push his luck, though, so he sat quietly with quill in hand, ready to take notes.

“Now, as I was saying, there are a few other ways to deal with a Dementor. Who can tell me what they do?” Harry tentatively raised his hand. “Mr. Potter?”

“Well, the first thing they do is make everything turn cold. Then they kind of suck all the happiness out of the area around them. They make you relive your worst memory.”

“Very good, Mr. Potter. Maybe there actually is something between your ears besides air. Five points to Gryffindor. Dementors feed on despair. So, of course, common sense would tell us that one way to fend them off is to not give in to them. They make you relive your worst memory. If you can manage it, not letting it paralyze you will at least give you an opportunity to get away. This means coming to terms with your worst memory and healing the emotional wound. This method is easier said than done.

“Another way is to kill the Dementor. The only thing known to kill a Dementor is holy fire. Not many wizards have been able to conjure a full-blown white fireball, but there is a way to enchant objects such as weapons with it. Of course, that method requires you to keep your wits about you. It also requires wandless magic, which few of you have been able to manage.”

He made a small motion and a yellow and orange flame appeared in his hand. “This is called hellfire; it is considered the most basic fire magic. It used to be one of the first things a wizard learned to conjure.”

“Why do we even have to learn this stuff?” a Slytherin girl blurted out. “I mean, it isn’t taught much anymore for a reason, right?”

“Fifteen points from Slytherin,” Snape growled. “In times like these, knowledge is power. If you’re attacked by something other than a fellow student, do you really think a simple standard spell is going to do you any good?”

Snape closed his hand and the flame disappeared. Then, with a snap of his fingers, a small stack of parchments flew off his desk, one landing in front of each student. “I have decided that today you’re going to practice conjuring fire without your wands. Everything you need to know is on the paper you’ve just been given.”

Harry picked up his parchment and studied the step-by-step instructions. It didn’t seem that hard, but so far he hadn’t even managed silent casting. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind, though with everything going on it was damned near impossible. Suddenly, out of nowhere he felt a jolt of electricity run through his spine as a finger ran up the back of his neck. His eyes snapped open to see Snape standing over him. The rest of his classmates still had their eyes closed.

“Build on that,” Snape whispered and moved on.

Harry closed his eyes again and found he could still feel Snape’s touch, and it was all he could do to concentrate. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with it, but it spread all through his body until he could barely manage to sit still. He held out his hand and pictured the strange sensation burning away. When his eyes opened he cried out in surprise at the tiny yellow spark that sat in the palm of his hand.

“Interesting,” Snape commented when a few of the other students had noticed Harry’s tiny flame. “Maybe natural talent doesn’t skip a generation after all.” He frowned when the flame disappeared. “Mr. Potter, a flame needs fuel—in this case, magic. You didn’t keep your magical flow open.”

Harry sighed and stared down at his empty hand. Try as he might, he couldn’t get the flame back. All he could think about was Snape and how the touch of the teacher he’d once despised made him feel things he’d thought he would only ever feel for a girl. He wanted to be touched again, but it wasn’t likely to happen.

The ringing bell that signaled the end of class was a welcome relief. Harry gathered up his things as Snape assigned them three rolls of parchment on the history of fire magic.

Draco pushed past Harry on his way out and glared at Snape. The blond boy paused a moment, letting his expression speak for him. “You’re a grown wizard who doesn’t need my help,” Snape said in answer to his silent question. Draco huffed and stormed out of the room.

Harry couldn’t help but smile. He’d waited a very long time to see Draco get his comeuppance. It seemed things were going to change for the better.
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