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Bound by Blood (and Faith)	By : wlkellogg Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 20387 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 6

A/N: Hello, dear readers. Keep those reviews coming! I appreciate every single one.

TalisRuadair, this is the chapter where you get part of your wish. Some of your questions are about to be answered!

Ninalyta: I'm sorry about the cliffhangers (kinda). My beta complains about them sometimes too, but I try to get the next chapter out as quickly as I can, to minimize the tension for you guys.

HeartStar: I have a Buffy fic up on here, if you would like to read it, it's called “For the Touch of a Master's Hand.” Other than that, I am fairly new at the posting thing. Let me know if you guys think I should continue writing/posting stories.

Still waiting on the disclaimers to apply.

Today (Wednesday)

Harry woke to the hushed whispers of adult voices. His head was throbbing again and his mouth tasted like he'd tried to eat his pillow. Without opening his eyes, he started working his mouth to try to get some moisture going. The movement alerted at least one of the teachers and footsteps came toward him. “How are you feeling today, Mr. Potter?”

Harry opened his eyes slowly and regretted it immediately. He groaned an answer and covered his eyes with his hands. “My head...”

“Let me get you something for that. You just rest, young man,” Madame Pomfrey said in her normal maternal tone as she bustled off to retrieve whatever remedy she had in mind.

When Harry decided to chance opening his eyes again, he found, much to his relief, that the lights had been dimmed for him. He looked around the room, half-hoping that Snape hadn't yet gone back to his room. The bed he had been in yesterday was empty, but it hadn't yet been made up. His question was answered when Snape limped over and sat back down, holding a tray of food. Harry's stomach chose that moment to remind him, loudly, that he had not eaten for a very long time. His face flamed bright red when Snape looked over at him with an eyebrow raised. “Sorry, Professor...”

“What are you apologizing for, Potter? You missed dinner. Madame Pomfrey has a tray out there for you if you think you're up to eating something,” Snape replied in the same even voice he had used the night before. Harry nodded at the offer.

“Yes, please,” Harry said. Madame Pomfrey appeared with a vial of clear liquid and his meal tray. Harry noticed for the first time that, at some point, a privacy screen had been drawn around the beds occupied by himself and Professor Snape. It helped darken the area, which helped his headache. Madame Pomfrey handed him the vial and he swallowed the berry flavored tonic in one go. “Thank you, Madame Pomfrey.”

“Eat up, it will help the tonic work. When you're finished, try to get some more sleep,” she ordered.

“I have class...” Harry protested.

“Not today you don't. You collapsed yesterday and spent most of the night screaming. You rest up today. That is an order, Mr. Potter.” There was no arguing with the expression on her face, so Harry nodded and set to work on his breakfast. When she was satisfied that he wasn't going to try to sneak out in the next five minutes, she left him alone to eat.

From the next bed over, Snape watched the boy tuck in to his meal. He had all of James' impatience, but, surprisingly, he also had a decent measure of Lily's grace. After a few seconds, Snape realized that his magazine didn't hold nearly the attraction that it had a few moments ago. Annoyed, he tossed it to the foot of his bed and leaned back. Harry glanced up, but didn't say anything. His mouth was otherwise engaged. Snape's annoyance deepened when he realized that it was one more thing that he was pleased to learn about the Potter brat. Since when did he care whether or not Harry possessed table manners? Hoping to cover up how disgruntled he was becoming, Snape grabbed another magazine, this one discussing various dark magic and known counters, and opened it to a random article.

Surprisingly, this article caught his attention immediately. It discussed forced bonding spells and the reasons behind outlawing them. Pieces began to fall into place with alarming accuracy. The sabotaged scrying potion, the ridiculous gift the boy had tried to give him, even the schoolboy crush. He found himself eying Harry again, this time searching for telling marks on his body. His heart raced, praying that he didn't find any. There was foolish, and then there was forced bonding magic. Not even Dumbledore would be able to shield the boy if he had been stupid enough to dabble in dark magic like that.

"Is everything okay, Professor?" Harry asked almost timidly. Snape's eyes snapped away from the boy's lap and back up to his face.

"Do you know anything of magic that removes another person's will, Potter?" he asked cautiously.

"You mean like the Imperius curse?" Harry asked. Snape waved a hand dismissively.

"Yes, that is the most obvious one, but there are others. Others such as those that bind two peoples fates together without their consent. What do you know of those?" he pressed.

Harry shook his head. "Nothing, sir."

"Have you ever been stupid enough to play with dark magic like that, Potter?" Snape asked, growing impatient.

"No!" Harry exclaimed indignantly.

"Good. Have you ever seen or heard another person playing with it?" Snape asked, not wanting to discard his theory before he had completely disproved it. Harry looked down.

"He wasn't playing. He knew exactly what he was doing," he said softly. Snape was up out of bed and beside Harry before he had fully registered what was going on.

"What did you just say? Who was it?" he demanded.

"I never saw his face. He kept it covered. You might ask Draco. He was there," Harry replied, his voice shaking slightly. He had never seen Snape this angry before.

"Who was the target?" Snape asked urgently. "This is very important, Mr. Potter."

"I- I was..." Harry said in a small voice. Snape took an involuntary step backwards.

"Take your shirt off."

"What?"

"Have you gone deaf in the last five seconds boy? I said remove your shirt!" Snape snapped. His heart was pounding, but he wasn't sure if he was angry or simply terrified. He stared at Harry sharply until the stunned boy began to obey. A faint trace of scarring visible over Harry's heart made Snape's skip several beats and confirmed his worst fears. This wasn't just any bonding spell. Silently, Snape reached out and brushed his fingertips over the scarring. Harry sucked in a lungful of air, but didn't appear to be in any pain, and the scarring flared from pale flesh-colored to blood red, radiating from the place where Snape touched it. "Merlin's beard... what have you done, you foolish boy...?"
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