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Blood Bound	By : greenwizard11 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Harry didn’t get to see much of Severus after that night. He became so busy with homework and studying for exams he couldn’t think of a good excuse. Their only contact was during class, which was becoming much more enjoyable. Harry was getting better at fire magic; he could conjure green fire and hold it for almost a minute.

On the day Ron and Hermione were going to Hogsmeade to take their Apparition test Harry was going to have Severus all to himself. For the first time he was glad he wasn’t seventeen yet. He walked into the classroom with a wide grin on his face. “I’m all yours for the next hour.”

“Horrible, isn’t it?” Severus joked. “Are you the only one coming?”

“Yeah, everyone else is old enough to take the test.”

Severus reached into his pocket and pulled out something small, keeping his hand closed tightly around it. “Do you remember when you asked for a keepsake that belonged to your parents?” Harry nodded, trying to get a look at what was in the elder wizard’s hand. “I took a trip to my vault and came across a family heirloom I think you should have. Close your eyes and hold out your hand.”

Harry obeyed, and something small and metal was placed in his open palm. He opened his eyes to see what it was, and he was too shocked to speak. It was a ruby ring, the oval-cut stone about the size of one of his fingernails. The thick silver band wrapped around it in an intricate knot. “Severus, I . . . thank you so much! Which side of the family did it come from?”

“Hold it up to the light, and you tell me.”

Harry took the ring and held it between his fingers so the sunlight coming from the window would shine through it. A family crest was etched into the stone. “That’s the Gryffindor family crest!” Harry cried in astonishment. “I’m actually related?”

Severus nodded. “You’re a direct descendant. That ring has been passed down for over a thousand years. Still doubt you’re truly a Gryffindor?”

“Dumbledore told you about that?”

“He did. He talks about you a lot.”

“He does?” Harry was surprised. “Sometimes it seems like he doesn’t remember I exist.”

Severus leaned back against his desk. “He’s a very busy wizard, especially lately.” He started to say something else, but the color drained from his face and his features scrunched up. “Not again,” he groaned, and he bolted to lean over the garbage can and vomited.

Harry placed a hand on his shoulder. “Are you all right?”

Severus wiped his mouth on his sleeve and slowly stood up. “I’m fine,” he said.

Harry frowned. “You don’t look fine. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” Severus insisted.

Harry’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t know how I know this, but you’re lying.”

“I just ate something bad last night, that’s all. I have a minor case of food poisoning; it’ll be gone by dinner.”

Harry sighed and took a seat. “I guess that ruins my plan for today.”

“And what was your plan for today?”

“Well, we haven’t been together for almost two weeks, and we do have an empty classroom all to ourselves . . . .”

Severus shook his head. “Bloody Gryffindors.”

“What?” Harry frowned. “The door locks, doesn’t it?”

Severus used his wand to lock the door. “I couldn’t say no to your father, and now it seems I can’t say no to you, either.”

Harry looked a little confused. “But if you’re sick . . . .”

Severus pulled Harry closer and leaned down to kiss him. “Your concern is touching, but honestly, I’m fine.”

Harry pulled him back in for a deep kiss. “So I get to shag my teacher on his desk?”

“Your wish is my command,” Severus said. He took off his shoes and slipped out of his boxer shorts. “You don’t need to undress for this.” He folded them and set them neatly on a desk.

“Have you done this before?” Harry asked, following suit.

“A few times. Once I was even handcuffed to Dumbledore’s desk. I’ll give you three guesses as to whose idea that was.”

Harry sighed, and Severus placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Harry, but I do have a past.”

“I know.” Harry frowned. “It’s just, I don’t know . . . your past is with my dad, and everyone says I look so much like him.”

“You do,” Severus said, sitting on the edge of his desk. “You also possess many of the same qualities that I fell in love with. But believe me, Harry, I’m not confusing you with him. I loved your father dearly, but he’s gone. Unlike some people, I came to terms with that a long time ago. You are your own person.”

Harry took a step forward. “So you really love me for me?”

“Yes, I do,” Severus smiled. “That second task in the Tri-Wizard Tournament—your father wouldn’t have tried to save everyone.”

Harry blushed a deep crimson. “No, he probably wouldn’t have been that foolish. He would have figured it out.”

“He probably would have, but you weren’t foolish. You have a very kind heart. You also know the meaning of the words modesty and humility. When all those rumors were going around about you, it bothered you. Your signature move is to disarm your opponent because you don’t want to hurt anyone. Though, since this is a war, you might want to stop that. I could stand here and list the differences between you all day, but do you get the point?”

“I think I do.” Harry gave Severus a small smile. “I haven’t ruined the mood, have I?”

Severus laughed and shook his head, scooting a little further up onto his desk. “Haven’t you been paying attention? I can’t say no to you.” He leaned back to reach into a desk drawer and handed Harry a small bottle of oil. “I’ve learned to always be prepared.”

Harry took the bottle and poured a little into his hand. It was a bit awkward with his robes still on, but being in a classroom also made it exciting. Severus pulled him close and helped him get positioned with one leg up on the desk.

Harry entered Severus in one long stroke, gazing into his lover’s deep brown eyes. “I love you,” Harry whispered, moving his hips and nibbling on the sensitive spot on the front of Severus’ neck. Severus inhaled sharply, holding Harry with one hand and reaching down to stroke himself with the other.

Harry closed his eyes, grasping Severus’ shoulders to steady himself. The room was filled with sounds of flesh slapping together and heavy breathing. Severus let out a feral growl as he came, his muscles gripping Harry’s cock like a vise.

Harry tried to hold out, but it was no use. “Oh, gods!” he moaned, spilling his load. His knee gave out and Severus caught him and pulled him up onto the desk. Harry sat there panting heavily with a wide grin on his face. “So, Professor, what’s my grade for today’s lesson?”

Severus cast a cleaning charm and took a few deep breaths. “I’d say that deserves an Outstanding.”

“Really?” Harry beamed. “You’re not just saying that?”

Severus grabbed his underwear and put it back on. “No, I’m not just saying that. As angry as I was at first, I’m kind of glad the cat is out of the bag.” He transfigured one of the desks into a little loveseat and motioned for Harry to join him.

Harry happily curled up beside him. “There’s just one thing I don’t understand. That wasn’t the first time my life was in danger. How is it you kept the secret this long?”

“I was usually alone. The only exception was the Tri-Wizard Tournament, but there was so much going on, no one noticed me twitching. Well, Dumbledore noticed, but he thought it was something else.”

“Your Dark Mark.” Harry frowned. He reached to pull Severus’ sleeve up and brushed a finger over the black mark. “I wish you didn’t have that.”

“So do I,” Severus sighed.

“Why did you take it?”

Severus ran his fingers through Harry’s hair. “It’s a very long story, and not important. What is important is that we kill the bastard dead.”

“We?” Harry raised an eyebrow. “I thought I had to do it.”

“You think you’re going to do it all by yourself? You really are thick. You have Miss Granger, and even though Weasley isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, you have him as well. Most importantly, you have me.”

Harry smiled and rested his head on Severus’ chest. “I’m glad I have you. I was upset when everything spilled out at first, too, but then I realized it meant I still had someone who cared. There aren’t many people I can really count on.”

Severus wrapped his arm around Harry’s waist. “There aren’t many people I can count on either. It’s nice to be able to let my guard down and be myself. After your father died I thought the one bright spot in my life was gone forever. And now, here you are.”

Harry felt a warm tingling sensation run down his spine. “Severus, I don’t know how I’m going to get that memory from Professor Slughorn. He won’t let himself be alone with me. I think I really screwed up.”

“Harry, Horace Slughorn is a very shallow man. He understands fame and fortune, which is why Dumbledore used you as bait. You think he’s bad during his Slug Club meetings—you should hear him in the teachers’ lounge. Though at this point I think you’ll need to appeal to him on a deeper level. All you need is a stroke of luck.”

Harry bolted upright. “That’s it! Severus, you’re a genius!” he cried, and kissed Severus on the cheek.

Severus raised an eyebrow. “Not that I’m arguing, but why am I a genius?”

“I think I’ve just figured it out.”

“I see. Are you going to share this little epiphany of yours?”

“Normally I would, but I don’t want to jinx it.”

The two sat in silence until the bell rang. “I’m sure your friends will be anxious to tell you about the test,” Severus said as he stood up.

“Yeah. I hope Ron passed.” Harry didn’t want to leave, but he had an important job to do. He gave Severus one last kiss before unlocking the door and leaving.

Ron and Hermione were waiting for him in the common room. Hermione had passed the test, as expected. Ron had failed, but only barely. He’d successfully Apparated but had left an eyebrow behind. “And you, did you do what you were supposed to?” Hermione asked Harry.

“Yeah. Snape and I talked about it since I was the only student there today.”

“And? Did he have any useful ideas?”

“He did, actually. He said something that made me remember I still have the Felix Felicis potion.”

“Why didn’t I think of that?” Hermione cried. “It’s perfect.”

“That’s what I thought,” Harry said. He headed up to the boy’s dormitory to dig through his trunk and found the vial of potion at the very bottom, rolled up in a sock. “I probably won’t need all of it, just a few hour’s worth.” He uncorked the bottle and took a small sip.

His two friends watched him closely. “Do you feel any different?” Ron asked curiously.

A wide grin appeared on Harry’s face. “I feel like I could do anything,” he answered. “I think I’ll go to Hagrid’s.”

“What? No, you have to go get that memory,” Hermione insisted.

“No, I have to go to Hagrid’s,” Harry argued. “He wanted help burying Aragog, and that is exactly what I’m going to do.”

“Harry, have you completely lost your mind?” Hermione frowned.

“Probably,” Harry answered as he grabbed his Invisibility Cloak and headed for the door. “But I’m sure it will all work out anyway.” He put on the cloak and left his two very confused friends behind. The halls were empty, so he had no trouble getting down to the main door, which surprisingly had been left unlocked. It really was his lucky day.

Professor Slughorn was with Professor Sprout in one of the vegetable patches collecting potion ingredients. Harry grinned and revealed himself as soon as Professor Sprout had left. “Goodness gracious, Potter!” Slughorn cried when Harry appeared in front of him. “What are you doing out on the castle grounds this time of night?”

“Going to see Hagrid,” Harry answered truthfully. “You see, he’s sort of my friend, and his acromantula died yesterday. He wanted someone to help him bury it. I wouldn’t be out here if it wasn’t so important to him.” For the first time in months Harry seemed to know exactly the right thing to say.

“Acromantula, you say?” Slughorn seemed to perk up. “I’ve heard stories about them being in the forest, but—Merlin’s beard! I wonder if Hagrid would mind me taking some of the venom; it’s very rare and valuable, you know. . . .”

Harry shrugged. “Maybe you should come with me then. I know Hagrid would appreciate it.”

“I might just do that. Actually, maybe I’ll go change into something a little more appropriate for a funeral and I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay. I’ll tell Hagrid you’re coming.” Harry gave Slughorn a charming smile and continued on his way. Things couldn’t possibly have been more perfect; Harry knew there was no way he was going to fail this time.

When he reached Hagrid’s hut he had to pretend to be upset about Aragog, even though as far as he was concerned the world was better off without that monster. He stood quietly and nodded while Hagrid sobbed into his over-sized hankie. “Oh, I ran into Professor Slughorn on the way down. He said he’d be coming shortly.”

“Aragog woulda liked that.” Hagrid gave a small smile.

“I’m sure he would,” Harry said, trying hard to keep the sarcasm out of his tone. It was hard to forget that Aragog had once given his little family permission to eat Harry and Ron during their second year. They’d barely escaped with their lives.

Slughorn came down to join them carrying a box of bottles that were small enough that Hagrid probably could’ve downed a whole one in a single gulp. “Such a sad day.” Slughorn shook his head. “Oh, I ran into Severus, and he sends his best wishes. He gave me these: bottles of hundred-year-old cherry brandy. I don’t know where he got them, but rest assured I had a house elf test them for poison.”

Harry could only imagine how Hermione would react to hearing that house elves had been turned into guinea pigs. “So where are we putting him?”

“Out by the pumpkin patch,” Hagrid answered. “I already dug the hole.”

Harry and Slughorn followed Hagrid behind his hut to where the dead giant spider lay beside a correspondingly giant hole. Slughorn said a few touching words while secretly milking out a little venom and quickly hiding the bottle in his pocket. Then Hagrid pushed Aragog into the grave and they covered him up.

Harry accompanied the two teachers inside, where Slughorn poured the brandy. Something told Harry he’d need to keep his wits about him, so he only took a tiny sip. He listened to Hagrid tell stories about Aragog, and then he got into other pets he’d kept over the years. Slughorn seemed rather fascinated, and the brandy flowed freely.

It was several hours after sunset when Hagrid leaned back in his chair and began to snore. Slughorn downed the remaining contents of his glass and looked over to Harry. “Harry, I know what you’re doing, what you’re after, and I can’t give it to you.”

Harry took another small sip, cringing as it burned all the way down. “Sir, I know you’re scared, but I can’t stop asking. My parents died to protect me. Lots of people have made all kinds of sacrifices to keep me safe because, well, I am the Chosen One.”

Slughorn’s eyes widened. “You don’t say? I suspected, but . . . still, I can’t! Don’t you understand? It would ruin me if anyone ever found out.”

“I need to know what you told Tom Riddle. I need to know so I can kill him. I wouldn’t be insisting like this if it weren’t really important. Did you know my mother could’ve gotten away? All she would’ve had to do is step aside, but she refused. Please don’t let her sacrifice be for nothing.”

Slughorn hung his head in defeat. “Promise me you won’t think poorly of me.”

“I promise.”

Slughorn put the tip of his wand and drew out the memory, putting the swirling mass in an empty jar and handing it over before falling asleep himself. Harry could scarcely believe it, but there it was, in his hand.

He wasted no time getting back to the castle. It seemed the luck potion was beginning to wear off because even though he made it back into the castle, the halls weren’t empty any more. Several Aurors were patrolling the halls, and of course, Peeves was lurking around looking for trouble.

The Fat Lady didn’t take kindly to being woken up at that hour, either. “Sorry, the password changed at midnight.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me! Just let me in.”

“Sorry, I can’t let you in without the password. Feel free to take up the matter with the Headmaster.”

“I would if he was here,” Harry growled.

“He’s here. He returned a few hours ago.”

Harry took off down the corridor to the Headmaster’s office, taking the stairs two at a time and not even bothering to knock.

Dumbledore was pacing in front of his desk and jumped when Harry burst in. “Harry, what are you doing out of bed at this hour?”

“I got it!” Harry grinned and pulled the bottle out. “It took a dead spider and lots of brandy, but I finally got it.”

Dumbledore snatched the bottle from Harry’s hand and dragged him over to the Pensieve, into which he poured the memory. “After you.”

This memory started out just like the fake one, but this time Slughorn answered Tom’s questions about Horcruxes. Then Tom Riddle asked a very disturbing question. “Would it make someone stronger if they split their soul into seven pieces?”

“It’s just as I feared,” Dumbledore frowned when they were back in his office. “There are more Horcruxes out there.”

“Yeah, seven,” Harry sighed, and leaned back in the chair.

“No, Harry, only six. The seventh piece is still in Voldemort’s body; or at least, the twisted thing his soul has become. Two have already been destroyed. I found the ring over the summer, and you destroyed the diary four years ago.”

“The diary was a Horcrux?”

“It was, and not a very well guarded one. That’s what I found so suspicious. When you handed that diary to me I began to wonder. A simple memory couldn’t possibly cause that much damage. It had to be something more sinister. Then when I figured out what it was, it didn’t make sense to me that he would leave a piece of his precious soul so open and vulnerable. The only thing that did make sense was that there were several. I just didn’t know how many until now.”

Harry groaned. The task now seemed impossible. “And they could be anything, hidden anywhere.”

“Not quite. No, Voldemort would never do anything that simple-minded. He was obsessed with his heritage, hence the ring. The diary pertained to the Chamber of Secrets, which only the heir of Slytherin could open. The other Horcruxes will hold some kind of meaning as well, I’m sure of it.”

“That locket in the last memory you showed me—it belonged to his mother.”

“Now you’re headed in the right direction. Hufflepuff’s cup went missing at the same time. He was equally obsessed with Hogwarts, so I believe he may have wanted something from each of the founders. Of course, the only artifact of Gryffindor’s is safe and sound right here.” The Headmaster motioned to the sword on his wall. “And offhand I don’t know of anything that belonged to Ravenclaw, but he might have managed to find something.”

Harry’s hand reached into his pocket and fingered the ring that was still there. He hesitated a moment before pulling it out and showing it to Dumbledore. “Do you think he knew about this?”

Dumbledore’s eyes widened and he took the ring to examine it more closely. “Harry, wherever did you get this?”

“Professor Snape said my dad had it. Did you know he had it?”

“I didn’t, but I think you just solved a mystery for me. Your parents’ things disappeared shortly after they died; at least the valuable things did. I found the safe open, and there was no sign of magical tampering.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed. “Snape said my dad left everything to him.”

“Your dad did leave him a few things: books, silver cauldrons, a house elf. This wasn’t on the list.”

“Voldemort didn’t get to it, did he?”

Dumbledore studied the ring for a few more seconds before giving it back. “No, this ring is free of dark magic. I would keep that in a very safe place, were I you.”

“I intend to.” Harry stuffed it back in his pocket. “I should probably get to bed.”

“Yes. Goodnight, Harry. Both of us have quite a lot to think about now.”

Harry didn’t think he was going to be able to sleep, at least not in his own bed. He headed straight to Severus’ room and pounded on the door. Severus answered the door several minutes later. “Why am I not surprised?”

Harry pushed past him into the room. “I got the memory,” he announced happily. “It’s worse than I thought, though. Did you know Voldemort split his soul into seven pieces?”

Severus closed the door. “I didn’t know that, but it makes sense. Why couldn’t this piece of news wait until morning? Oh, silly me—Potters don’t sleep, and they like to keep others awake with them.”

“Very funny,” Harry said sarcastically. “Actually, the Fat Lady wouldn’t let me into Gryffindor Tower, and I thought it would be nice to spend the night with you again anyway.”

Severus sighed and motioned for Harry to follow him into the bedroom. “For future reference, the master password is feather duster.”

“Master password?”

“Yes. It will get you into any place in the castle that requires a password. It’s easier for us teachers to only have to memorize one password.”

“Oh.” Harry nodded, undressing and piling his clothes neatly on the floor. “I’ll have to remember that.”
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