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Blood Bound	By : greenwizard11 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Harry was happy to finally be able to concentrate on his school work and on the Quidditch team. Now that they had Ron and Katie Bell back again, the team was doing better than ever. Even though he had a monumental task ahead of him, he felt like he was on top of the world.

There were a few times Harry could have sworn he saw a dark figure watching quietly from the stands during Quidditch practice, but no one else seemed to notice. When he did manage to get Severus alone, the elder wizard denied everything.

He and Severus had decided to spend Sunday evenings together. They couldn’t leave the castle, but they could sit and talk at least, get to know each other a little better. Harry was of the opinion that one night a week wasn’t nearly enough, but he understood why they couldn’t do it more often.

The weeks flew by, and before Harry knew it he was facing the final Quidditch game of the year. The pressure to win this year was greater than usual because Harry was now Captain. If they lost on his watch, he’d never live it down.

He was headed back to the common room after practice when he noticed Draco slipping into a bathroom. It had been nearly three months since Harry had tried to figure out what Draco was up to, and he hadn’t thought about it much until that moment. He tried to make himself walk away, but his curiosity was too strong.

He opened the door just a crack to peek in. To his surprise Draco was leaning over a sink and crying! That was a sight Harry had never thought he’d ever see. Before he could sneak away, Draco caught a glimpse of him in the mirror and whirled around to hex him.

Harry just barely managed to dodge in time, throwing back a hex of his own. The two went back and forth for several minutes, and Draco became enraged. He raised his wand with a wild gleam in his eye. “Cru—”

“Sectumsempra!” Harry cut him off.

Blood splattered the walls and Draco shrieked in agony and dropped to the floor, bleeding heavily from several deep slashes. Harry stood stunned, not having realized just what the hex’s result would be.

Severus, who was passing at the time, heard the commotion and swept into the bathroom, his scowl promising dire things to whatever students were causing it. As soon as he spotted Draco he rushed over to the boy’s side, laid a hand on him, and mumbled a melodic chant. The bleeding stopped and he helped a somewhat dazed Draco to his feet. “Easy, now, let’s get you to the Hospital Wing.” He shot a glare at Harry on his way past. “You wait here.”

The thought of moving never even entered Harry’s mind. He still couldn’t believe what he’d done. Severus returned about fifteen minutes later looking livid. “Harry, what in the nine hells . . . where did you learn that spell? What happened?”

“I got it from a library book,” Harry lied. He still didn’t want to share the secret of his potions book.

Severus swallowed hard, looking more hurt than angry at that moment. “You should know better than to lie to me. Why did you just try to kill Draco?”

“I wasn’t trying to kill him!” Harry said hotly. “I saw him sneak in here and followed him. When he saw me, he tried to hex me. We started fighting, and he tried to cast Cruciatus on me. I stopped him with the first spell that came to mind. I swear, I didn’t know it would do that.”

Severus stared silently at him for several seconds. “No, you couldn’t have known. I don’t believe I wrote down what the spell does.”

Harry’s jaw dropped. “You’re the Half-Blood Prince?”

“Don’t try to change the subject. It was extremely foolish of you to cast a spell you knew nothing about. You’re lucky it wasn’t worse.”

“I know.” Harry hung his head. “I’m so sorry.”

“Not as sorry as you’re about to be. I’m giving you detention every Saturday morning for the rest of term.”

“What?” Harry shouted. “But the Quidditch match—you can’t be serious. Severus, please!”

“Harry, I’m not going to fix this for you. Even if I could, I wouldn’t. And I have to say, I’m very disappointed in you. When I said you should stop worrying about hurting someone, I meant during a battle. I didn’t tell you to start killing off classmates. Go back to Gryffindor Tower.” With that, Severus turned and marched out.

Harry stood there a few more minutes holding back tears. Severus’ words stung deeply. He knew he should have told the truth about the book, but he’d been afraid of having it taken away and being branded a cheater on top of everything else. He knew now that was a mistake. He just hoped Severus would forgive him.

McGonagall pulled Harry into her office that evening after dinner. Fortunately, Draco was going to be fine. She told Harry she had considered expelling him, but after a long talk with Severus she had decided to go along with the detentions. Harry had expected as much. He had to go back and break the news to everyone that he wouldn’t be playing in the upcoming match. He appointed Ginny as the new Seeker, and since there wasn’t much time for her to practice he had to hope she’d do well.

He didn’t even go to breakfast the morning of the match. He didn’t think he could take all the disappointed looks. When the rest of the students were headed down to the Quidditch pitch, Harry went off to detention, hoping Severus had calmed down some and wouldn’t still be angry.

Severus was seated at his desk working on some papers when Harry entered. He looked up, his expression unreadable. Harry sat down at a desk, his stomach twisting and making him feel like he was going to throw up. Why did relationships always have to be so complicated? He’d thought this one would be easier because of the bond, but it seemed he was wrong. “What am I going to be doing?” he asked quietly.

With a wave of his wand Severus sent a few boxes flying through the air to land on the desk in front of Harry. “The school’s disciplinary records are becoming faded and damaged. I volunteered you to re-copy them.”

Harry picked up the quill lying on the desk and took a faded card out of the box. He knew he deserved this punishment. The guilt was still eating at him now, days after his transgression. He just wished his entire House didn’t have to pay for it too.

Severus was silent while Harry worked, which stung even worse. Things were supposed to be better between them now. Harry glanced up every so often and opened his mouth to say something, but nothing ever came out. One of those times Severus got up to leave the room, and Harry could swear there was something different about the elder wizard, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

It took Harry three hours to work up the courage to say something. “Sev—”

“It’s Professor to you,” Severus said, cutting him off with a scowl.

“Please don’t do this,” Harry begged. “I know you’re angry with me, but listen to what I have to say. I do trust you, as much as I trust anyone. I know it was wrong of me to lie to you about that book. It didn’t have anything to do with trust; I didn’t want to tell anyone about it. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny only know about it because they cornered me after the first day of class and wrestled it off me. I wanted it to be my little secret. I was also afraid of getting in trouble for cheating or something.”

Severus snorted. “You think having better instructions is cheating? Harry, why do you think I always wrote the instructions on the board when there was a set of instructions right in the textbook for each potion I assigned?”

Harry shrugged. “I never really thought about it.”

Severus rolled his eyes. “You really need to start using your head. I don’t know why textbooks give such inadequate instructions, but I have yet to find a good one. I agree with your father—the author of Advanced Potion Making was an idiot. Oh, yes, your father did well in Potions. That’s why I expected better out of you.”

“That’s not fair,” Harry argued. “I was raised by Muggles, remember? I had no idea wizards were even real until the day Hagrid came for me.”

“I suppose you have a point. Anyway, I’m not going to take the book from you, and I’m not going to tell anyone you have it. Hopefully you’ll learn something. Just don’t go trying out any new spells.”

“I won’t,” Harry promised. “I’ve definitely learned my lesson.”

“Good. I think you’ve done enough for today. The match will probably be over soon.”

Harry nodded and started putting everything away. “So am I still going to see you tomorrow?”

“No,” Severus answered firmly.

Just when Harry had started getting his hopes up, Severus stabbed him in the heart with one word. “I don’t understand,” Harry said in a choked voice. He would not give Severus the satisfaction of crying in front of him.

“You wouldn’t. Apologies don’t always instantly make everything all better.”

Hot tears stung Harry’s eyes as he turned and left. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Everything had been going so well for a change, and now it was all crashing down around him because of one incredibly stupid mistake. It didn’t seem quite fair.

The Gryffindor common room was empty when he returned, which meant the match wasn’t over yet. He thought about going down to watch the end of it, but quickly decided against it. He just felt like being alone for the moment. He curled up in a ball on one of the couches and cried until his Housemates poured in through the portrait hole, singing and cheering. Gryffindor had won after all.

Harry quickly wiped his eyes and offered his congratulations before retreating to the boys’ dormitory. As happy as he was that his team had won the match, he didn’t feel much like celebrating. Hermione could sense something was wrong, and she followed him. Harry launched himself at her and just hugged her until he was ready to talk.

Dumbledore paid Severus a visit after the match and found him still at his desk with a sandwich. “Gryffindor won,” the Headmaster said, standing over Severus.

“Brilliant,” Severus responded with fake enthusiasm.

“Severus, I know there’s something going on. You’ve never been sick a day since I hired you, and yet you’ve claimed to be sick quite a few times these last three months. I’ve also noticed you’ve developed strange tastes, and you’ve been rather snippy; more so than usual anyway. You also look like you’ve put on some weight around the middle. Anything you care to talk about?”

Severus sighed and slammed his plate down on the desk. “You might as well know—I’m pregnant.”

“Does Harry know?”

“No, he doesn’t.”

Dumbledore’s brow furrowed. “Don’t you think he has a right to know?”

“He has a right to know a lot of things neither of us are telling him. The reason hasn’t changed; he already has more to worry about than a sixteen-year-old wizard should. You should be happy. You’re going to get what you want.”

“I’m afraid I don’t follow.”

“I’m going to have to do what you want. The blood binding is supposed to trump all other bonds, but it’s unknown whether it will trump an Unbreakable Vow. I was considering telling you to go to hell so I could find out, but it isn’t just my life at stake anymore.”

“I see. So you’re keeping it, then?”

Severus shrugged. “I don’t know. At first I was going to get rid of it, but I couldn’t bring myself to go through with it. I decided to be selfish and have at least one child. I know I’ll have to talk to Harry about it eventually, but I haven’t found the right time and place yet.”

Dumbledore stared down at him through his spectacles. “You should do it soon.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Severus snapped. “I just . . . gods, when did everything become so complicated?”

Dumbledore put his hand on Severus’ shoulder. “This is quite a mess, isn’t it? However, despite the opposition you’ve been giving me recently, I still have faith in you. Let me be the first to congratulate you on the little one, Severus.”
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