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Bonded in Blood	By : AikawaAkihiko Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 37017 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Disclaimer: This fanfiction is based on the characters and situations created by J.K. Rowling, and belongs to her, several publishers including but not limited Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made with this and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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Chapter 7 – Courage of a Lion

Harry squeezed his eyes shut tight and tried to calm his increasingly short breaths. The water pounded down onto him as he stood underneath the showerhead, his skin reddening after the prolonged time spent under the punishingly hot torrents. Severus was probably growing irritated with him hogging the bathroom, but Harry did not care.

Harry felt like a bloody coward. He was a stain on the house of Gryffindor. Known throughout the Wizarding world as “The Defender of Light”, “The Man Who Conquered”, and “The Defeater of He Who Must Not Be Named”,he was literally trembling in his trainers at the thought of leaving the safe sanctuary of Severus’ and hischambers for his first day back to class.

Not a night had gone by where he had not woken up in a panicked sweat, flashes of his tormentor’s manically gleeful face and scenes of his torture haunted his dreams and he writhed on the shared bed in remembered pain. In his seven years of fighting Voldemort, even he had not been able to cause Harry as much pain as his fellow seventh year student had. Nothing had been as bad an experience or left a deep a wound as this had.

Harry did not know what to do with himself. He had faced difficulties and fear, be it as a result of cruel muggle relatives or insane Dark wizards, greater than he had ever thought he would be able to bear before with all the courage worthy of the Lion that adorned the Gryffindor crest. But then, he had never had a choice before. This time, in his hour of greatest need he had finally acquired a safe haven, surprisingly, in the home of his vitriolic Potions Professor.

Now that he did not have to be, he did not think he could be strong; he could not stand alone. He did not have to bolster himself in stoic resolution, and instead could just fall apart and let someone else worry about things for a while. He could not go back out into the world pretending nothing had happened, like he did when he came back from the Dursleys. He could not roam the corridors, a carefree student, with no larger problemsthan getting his Transfiguration essay perfect; without looking over his shoulder.

Outside the well-warded doors of their chambers, the dungeons were dark, and the castle was full of hidden corners and deserted classrooms. Anyone could be lurking out there, waiting to capture him, bind him, hurt him.

Numbly he shut off the shower and climbed out.

Outside the bathroom door, Severus waited impatiently. He had seen the signs the night before. The boy had become increasingly fretful and jumpy after he had mentioned that they were going back out the next morning and what he would have to expect.

He had never seen the boy like that, though he thought it was safe to say the child had never been through something as traumatic and life changing as the events of the last two weeks.

Now, he stood, tapping an exasperated foot, waiting for the boy to finish his now hour-longshower. He was certainly thankful he was in the habit of rising early before class and had already had his morning shower; otherwise he would have been out of luck. The boy was in danger of missing breakfast if he did not quit his overdramatichysterics and get ready.

The door opened in a gust of rolling steam to emit Potter. The boy stopped in the middle of the room looking as if in a daze, staring into space with glazed eyes. Water dripped from his hair and he was clad only in a towel, held in his loose grip about his slim hips.

Severus sneered in disgust. He had had enough.

He swooped over the boy and backed him into the wall. Harry seemed to snap out of his stupor when his bare back collided with the cold stone of the dungeon wall. He looked up into the Potions Master’s narrowed black eyes with trepidation and confusion, but still leaned into his touch when he grabbed a hold on the side of his neck, a potion stained thumb smoothing over the skin of his chin. The small movement seemed at odds with the furious glare the older man gave him as he loomed over.

“You will cease your inane fit of melodrama this instant. You will get dressed and get ready for class. You will accompany me, in a timely manner, to the Great Hall, and you will conduct yourself in a manner befitting someone who has been deemed appropriate as my spouse. Am I clear?” Severus snarled.

His Childe let out a breath he seemed to have been holding and straightened himself, seeming to steel himself, though his chin quivered as if holding in a sob, and nodded.

Severus returned the gesture with a curt nod of his own and released the boy to begin to dress, surreptitiously letting his fingertips slide over his Childe’s bite mark. Harry sagged slightly as some of his tension disappeared and Severus turned to leave.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut as his Sire walked away. He knew that what he was about to say would leave him vulnerable to the man’s words, famous throughout the wizarding world for being vicious enough to make grown men cry, but he had no other person to turn to for comfort.

Sagging into the wall, he stopped his Sire in the doorway.

“I’m… I’m scared, sir,” he admitted, reverting back to the more formal address subconsciously in his moment of vulnerability.

Severus paused in the doorway, but did not turn around.

“To think that I would let anyone bring harm to my coven, let alone my Childe would be the height of foolishness. Those who would dare attempt to do so would be lucky to find death before they could feel the full weight of my wrath.” The professor continued his way into the sitting room.

Behind him, Harry was disturbed by the sheer violence and hatred he could hear in those words, but as he dressed he found himself feeling considerably lighter.

~*~

Harry stood stock still in the entranceway of the Great Hall.

Severus had walked with him down the hallways, his fingers firmly pressed into the flesh of his neck, as he led him to the Great Hall. The domineering gesture was oddly comforting. It had taken from him the option of giving up and running away or having to gather his courage and making himself walk on. Now that reassuring weight was gone, the professor having continued on to the teacher’s side entrance and he stood, wide eyed, with the entire Great Hall staring at him.

The moment he had entered, all conversation had ceased and all eyes turned to him. He had attempted to quietly make his way to the Gryffindor table unnoticed, but it seemed that, even though Professor McGonagall had only had to tell a few people of their “marriage”, word had spread rather quickly.

Now, Harry stood paralysed, breaths coming in short panicked pants, and his mind gone blank in the face of all the attention, his newly acquired and more acute senses focusing on each expectant face, each knowing smirk, each sizing glance. He could hear the hundreds of heartbeats speed up in breathless anticipation and feel the tension on his skin.

“Oy, Harry!” rose a voice from the deafening silence. Harry’s eyes snapped over to the direction the voice had come from, and his panic receded as he spotted Neville waving him over at the end of the Gryffindor table.

The exclamation seemed to snap everyone out of it. The students turned back to each other and the Hall began to fill with the low roar of hundreds of students talking at once. Harry made his way over, hunched in a self-protective posture and trying to ignore the comments and insults he could hear clearly, amid the frequent and scandalised glances of his fellow students.

“Alright, Harry?” Neville offered with a friendly grin as Harry rushed over and settled himself between him and Ron.

Harry slumped in relief at reaching his destination. From the beginning of the year, Neville had moved into the third spot of “The Potter Trio”, as the papers had taken to calling them, which Hermione had vacated. It seemed that fighting side by side against the greatest Dark wizard of the age had brought the three boys together closer than they had ever been, and Neville’s calm and shy demeanor fit right in with the other two boys. He was also a more stable presence. He had come into his own during the last year, leading the resistance inside of Hogwarts, and he had lost no one in the war. It might even be a better fit than with Hermione, though neither boy was ever going to say anything to that effect.

On the other side of him, Ron was giving him a knowing look. Harry tried to ignore him.

“Yeah, thanks Neville,” Harry sighed.

“How... how’ve been?” Neville asked quietly, ever sensitive to delicate matters, “You look… different.”

“I’m fine,” Harry answered shortly, reaching to scoop himself up some eggs and trying to ignore the way his friend was looking at him.

“What the fuck, Harry!” Ron burst out in a furious whisper.

“Later! I can’t say anything right now, but I will explain later,” Harry whispered back. “I’ll catch Ginny in Potions and we will meet you guys in the Room of Requirement after class today. Ok?”

Ron pulled a determined face, but humphed in agreement. Neville nodded, though Harry did not miss the worried look the boy was sending him.

The rest of breakfast was spent trying to ignore the persistent words of the others in the Great Hall. No one was even trying to hide that they were talking about him, and their words struck at him easily. He wished Ron or Neville would say something to distract him, but it seemed they had a lot to think about as well.

He heard Ginny admonishing some lower years for talking about him, where she sat further down the table. His heart warmed, hoping that meant that she did not hate him for “getting married” behind her back, but he was too afraid to look up at her. Hopefully she would forgive him when he explained later.

It was with relief that he followed Neville out of the Great Hall for his first class of the day.

~*~

Severus lifted the morning’s Daily Prophet so that it blocked the view of his face. He smiled. It was a cruel, dark smile, but a smile nonetheless, and its appearance would only bring unwanted attention to him.

His mood had lifted with what had awaited him, tucked in a small, almost non-article in the middle of the paper. It was perfectly nondescript and unremarkable to the common reader, only a few sentences long, but to him it was a triumph.

It had worked. He had never had a chance to test it on another human being. He was left to use only rats, now that the Dark Lord was not around to provide him with human test subjects, one of the only disadvantages he had found since his death.

“Aurors were called to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry yesterday to remove a student from the premises”, the paper reported, “Aurors on site could only report that it involved an offence in the name of He Who Must Not Be Named, but would not release any further information.”

Severus read and reread the sentences with growing satisfaction. The best part was the last two sentences.

“The student died, however, on route to the Ministry holding cells. Though the death is under investigation, Aurors are assuming the student ingested a poison, to avoid being questioned and imprisoned, as is a common problem faced when apprehending rogue Death Eaters.”

What the Aurors would never know was that he had helped the boy shuffle off his mortal coil.

His poison was perfect. Once inhaled into the respiratory system, the eroding agents it contained immediately began to eat away at his vital organs. It worked its way from organ to organ, dissolving and the body from the inside until it was completely consumed, leaving only empty bones and a puddle of liquefied tissues. The best part, beside the fact that no one but he and Albus Dumbledore had known of its invention, was that it was completely untraceable. The components of the poison that were left were all organic and naturally found in the body or were materials that would be found inside of anyone who had extensive exposure to potions fumes, as Potions students did. It consumed all traces of magic, including that of the brewer and any magical plants, in order to work. It destroyed magical beings in the same manner; seeking out all of the magic in the body and destroying anything in its path.

Severus set the paper aside, took up his fork and began to dig in to the varied fruits on his plate. He stared through the curtain of his hair at his Childe, sitting across the Hall. He was safe now; Nott was dead, and in the most brutal and painful fashion he had been able to dream up without resorting to tearing him apart with his bare hands.

Severus took a deep, cleansing breath. It took a lot out of him to be so ruthless. He had never been so bloodthirsty before, even when he had willingly given himself up to the Dark Lord. But it was something he could not help anymore. He had never had a Childe and feared he would never have another. No one would ever threaten his Childe again and if they tried, they would find out how big a mistake that was.

~*~

Harry sighed wearily as the door to the Room of Requirement appeared in the wall. He was the first one there, even though he and Ginny both had Potions as the last class of the day. She had said that she had already promised to go talk to her partner Susan Bones, the only girl from Hufflepuff from his year that had returned to complete their education, about their Charms project. He did not think she would be so passive aggressive as to lie about it and just not show up to their meeting, but after the day he had had, hope that things could possibly go back to the way it was before had been thoroughly banished from his mind.

He opened the door to the room and halted in his tracks before snorting at himself. The room was an exact replica of Severus’ sitting room. He had asked the room for someplace he could feel safe and relax. Harry flushed. The room seemed to know him better than he did. He did not have the heart to change it, however; it had been that bad a day. At least no one would know it was Severus’ sitting room.

He flopped down on the rust-coloured sofa that had become his preferred place of rest and waited for the others to come.

The fire crackled in the fireplace on the other side of the room and the familiar sound soothed his frayed nerves. It had been one of the worst days of his life, well, when it came to classroom gossip anyway. Sentiments like “I heard they had been fucking since fifth year” and “Now we know why Snape liked to give him so many detentions” had been passed around him all day, with no regard to how true they were or how they would make him feel.

The worst part was he could not have avoided it. His hearing had become so acute that he was able to hear each scornful voice whether he wanted to or not.

He had not even been able to meet with Draco at their usual place. He had been far too afraid of facing the boy’s reaction, even if he desperately missed Draco’s drawling voice, brutal honesty, and silent companionship. Later that day, when he had crossed paths with the pale boy, the sneer on his face had not been able to hide the hurt at being stood up. He would be sure to go there for lunch tomorrow.

Instead he had tried to retreat from the constant ridicule and sneering faces and spend lunch in Severus’ quarters. Luck had not been on his side, however, as the Potions professor had emerged from his classroom at just the right time and caught him, ordering him out and up to lunch on pain of detention.

He had not been able to pay attention to any of his subjects, which only made Professor Snape – he would have to keep thinking of him as Professor outside of their quarters if he did not want the man to flay him alive and use him in his potions – even more angry at him.

He sighed. He was doomed. Doomed, doomed, doomed. He only hoped what he was about to tell Ron, Neville, and Ginny would not drive them away too.

He shook off, what Severus would term (and he could not help but agree) his childish histrionics as the door snicked open and admitted Ron and Neville.

“Hey, guys,” he greeted tiredly.

“Hey,” they chimed back.

“Ginny’s not here yet,” He answered Ron’s unasked question as he peered around the room.

“Yes I am,” the fieryhairedgirl announced as she crossed the threshold behind them.

Harry sighed inwardly in relief.

The boys plopped themselves on the club chairs opposite the couch, while Harry made room for Ginny next to him. He stared at the cherrywood table that separated them until Ginny finally huffed.

“So, are you going to explain?” she demanded.

Harry sighed.

“Yeah,” he paused not knowing where to begin, “Um, well, I guess I should tell you right off that I’m not really married.”

“O-kay,” Ginny said after a long pause. Harry looked up into her eyes for the first time that day, before looking away again quickly. She seemed surprised and relieved. Neville leaned forward in interest and Ron did not seem all that surprised.

Severus had told him how Ron had been told that the marriage was just a cover, and he was glad the boy had had some time to process the information before he had had to confront him. His immediate reactions were always hot-headed and badly thought out. He was also glad it looked like the redheaded boy had kept his secrets, something that would be needed with the information that was to come.

With that, Harry began at the beginning. He told them of meeting Nott in the dungeons after his detention. He skimmed over what happened in the abandoned classroom, not yet ready to deal with what had happened to him, and about waking up blind and deaf.

Ginny looked pained when he described not knowing what had happened and why or even where he was. The blood had drained from Neville’s face, his deep brown eyeswide with shock, were a stark contrast to his pale skin, at the thought of his friend being so badly injured. Ron had turned quite red and his face screwed up into a look not unlike a rabid dog, when Harry had told them about Nott’s attack and only grew redder as he had continued. Harry knew he was blaming himself for not being there for his friend.

“So, I don’t get it, Harry. What’s all this nonsense with Snape?” Ron finally blurted out when Harry had lost his courage again and began to stall.

“Well, uh... well you see… Snape was the one that found me, um, after the attack. He said… he said that Nott had sort of… displayed me in the Great Hall, my… body,” Harry paused, interrupted by Ginny’s gasp. “He said that I was dying… that I would not have made it to the hospital wing alive,” Neville gulped and covered his mouth with his fist, “so he said that he had no choice but to…”

Harry stopped and looked the three of them in the eyes.

“Harry?” Ginny prompted with a gentle hand on his arm.

“This doesn’t leave this room, right guys?” Neville stated more than asked, sensing what was wrong with his friend. The other two assured Harry that his secret was safe with them.

Harry drove his hand through his hair and braced himself.

“He had to turn me,” He elaborated when all he got was blank stares, “into a vampire.”

~*~

Two hours later, Harry was grateful their conversation had gone as well as it had. At first, they had all been shocked. All of the red had drained from Ron’s face and he had quickly leaned back from Harry, as if he was in danger of catching vampirism if he breathed the same air.

Ginny had screeched in a very unattractive way, and questioned him with tears shining in her eyes.

Neville had gasped and looked at him nervously, though he had handled it much better than Harry thought he would have. He should have known better than that. Harry knew how often everyone underestimated the blondeGryffindor.

Harry had gone on to tell them all he had learned over the last two weeks about vampires and his new life. They had looked on as he spun for them and showed off his new, healthy body. Harry found himself feeling proud to show off his body.Now he felt as good as he looked. He had always been skinny and almost sickly looking. Harry had gone from the scrawny, malnourished, knobbly-kneed, rangy body he had from years of starvation and ill care, to a softer, more muscled, and almost feminine body, in that it was more curved than angled.

One thing that had not gone over well was his new relationship with Severus. Ginny had tried to put up a strong front, knowing that they had not really been dating anymore, but Harry knew her well enough to see behind the boisterous and lively front. She was hurt. Because of him.

He had distracted them from the more…unpalatable… aspects of being a vampire with his new abilities and sharper senses. By the end of their meeting, he thought everyone was leaving, if not happy about the situation, then more understanding, even if Ron seemed a bit… subdued.

A/N: I wanted to explain myself to anyone who thought that what Snape did was cruel and too evil. I figured that that was in Snape’s nature to kill Nott in revenge. He is an extreme man and he is certainly dark enough to pull it off without feeling too guilty about it. He certainly has no problem with seeking vengeance (he did his best to be cruel to Harry simply because he looked like his father!) He did voluntarily join the death eaters and only switched sides because of Lily! Also, he was the potions maker for Voldemort and I think he would have been used to using potions in this way. Hope you did not find it too disagreeable. I don’t think there will be any more evil Snape, or at least not much.
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