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Thicker Than Water	By : harriet Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9574 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I don't profess to own any of the characters or plot co-incidents with the Harry Potter series written by JK Rowling, contained within this story. I do neither profit monetarily nor legally from anything contained within these pages.

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Thicker than Water
Summary: - Powerless and scarred after the last battle with Voldemort, Harry Potter disappeared into the underworld of muggle society, but when a new threat rises the world comes looking for the boy-who-lived.
Rating: - NC-17 or 18+ depending on country.
Pairing: - Severus/Harry + Harry/?
Warnings: - Sexual Violence, Power play, Angst, Strong smut and a bit of swearing thrown in for good measure.
19/12/05 Disclaimer - You've heard it all before so here it goes again, I don't profess to own any of the characters or plot co-incidents with the Harry Potter series written by JK Rowling, contained within this story. All dirt, sex and other profanity is made from the sick genius of my own and while I use for my own and others amusements the character of JKR's stories, I do neither profit monetarily nor legally from anything contained within these pages. All relative warnings related to this story are clearly indicated and should you be reading this story and take offence I accept no responsibility having warned you thoroughly before undertaking the project. If you sue, you won't make a cent so don't bother.
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RIFFRAFF.
Headmaster Dumbledore stood staring out of the window of his observatory watching the glowing green cloud of the dark mark hover over Hogsmeade Village. There were many that still remembered the old days when the mark was commonplace in the sky but those days had gone, or at least that is what they’d thought. Down below in his office stood thirty worried people, among them the current Minister of Magic and his secretary. The sounds of the group arguing heatedly drowned out any other noises that might have been heard from the schools inhabitants that had been unceremoniously roused from their beds and ushered like sheep into the safety of the great hall. Albus heard little of the arguments and only turned around when he felt the heat of his fireplace as it exploded into green flame. In his nightshirt, and cap the headmaster shuffled down the stairs quickly, ignoring the bewildered glances of the group in his office as he pushed his way through their crush. From the green flame a tall dark figure stepped out of the hearth dusting the soot from his coat as he stood up straight on the rug.
“Severus, please tell me this is a foolish prank.” Dark obsidian eyes flicked slowly up to stare into the tired grey gaze of the headmaster. With his lips narrowed and his face its usual blank mask the potions professor slowly shook his head in silent reply. Behind the headmaster there was a gasp of horror but none dared speak as Albus Dumbledore reached out for Severus’ arm. Passively the potions master allowed the headmaster to roll up his sleave to reveal the bleeding, black mark as fresh as the day it had been burnt onto the young man’s skin so many years ago.
“How?” Dumbledore whispered in shock as he let go of Severus’s arm allowing it to fall back to the man’s side.
“How was it we decided that he had gone in the first place?” Severus countered his own pessimistic views concerning the war never really having left him despite the evidence that had pointed to Voldemort’s demise.
“The Horcrux were all destroyed and you saw for yourself his body Severus.” Dumbledore stared at Severus who nodded his blank expressionless mask still in place. Tonight Severus and the others that were left had seen something none of them could have witnessed even in their nightmares. The burn on their arms had re-awakened but not by the command of their master but of his legacy.
“Yes I saw his body and watched it turn to ash on the pyre and yes we found all the Horcrux, but I believe we overlooked one Horcrux none of us could have ever discovered.” Severus stared at Albus, whose eyes widened impossibly.
“Tell me what you know Severus, and prey it’s not another of your secrets that you have kept from me.” Severus’s eyes flashed dangerously at the headmaster’s accusation, his brow furrowed and his lips thinned impossibly tighter.
“There was a rumour among the ranks before the war and before the boy that the master had taken a wife. A wife of muggle heritage, with no magic of her own and far beneath the Dark Lord as a prospective match. As preposterous as this match was none of us, not even those within his most inner circle believed such tripe. The rumour was forgotten and neither the dark lord nor those that had claimed the rumour true in the first place spoke of it again.” As Severus spoke the worried expression on the headmasters face darkened, his twinkling eyes narrowed angrily. “Tonight I saw something that suggest those rumours were indeed truer than we gave them credit for. A young man, perhaps all of 16, newly of age and with a face of features the mirror of someone else at his age. We overlooked a Horcrux never thought possible Albus, we overlooked Tom Riddle’s son.”
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A trail of smoke filtered up into the rafters of the open ceiling, as the man lay quietly on his simple bed, smoking his cheap cigarettes. Today had been difficult, no more so than the usual but difficult in the grand scheme of things nonetheless. Sitting up he winced as he reached for the scissors to cut the rest of the excess bandage free from his thigh before securing it with a butterfly clip. With a heavy sigh he washed the blood off his hands in the basin beside the bed before hauling himself to his feet to test his balance. Swaying a little he managed to hobble over to the dirty, un-curtained window to stare out at the small encampment in the field around the drafty barn he currently resided in.
“Potter, are you okay?” Harry shuffled around on his feet, as the trap door leading up into his attic flung open and a familiar red haired man appeared from up the ladder.
“Yeah, caught me good the little bastard.” Harry huffed as the roar of a disgruntled West African horntail dragon echoed around the countryside.
“Let me have a look.” Charlie Weasley wrapped an arm around Harry and helped him hobble back over to the bed. Charlie brushed the stray strands of red hair back behind his ears where they’d fallen free of his leather band in his rush up the ladder. Charlie knelt in front of Harry on the floor and began inspecting the bandaged wound and its surrounding scratches and bruising. Harry bit his lip determined not to verbalize his pain as Charlie prodded a particularly sore torn muscle. Charlie Weasley had always seemed far more mature than Harry ever imagined himself looking. The second eldest in the Weasley clan Charlie had always been in his elder brother’s shadow and in a way Harry had always envied the way Weasley 2 had escaped that shadow by moving away from his family to work. Charlie had been the looker in the family, at least in Harry’s eyes. The rough, roguish kind of charm, the understated appearance and even the dry wit were all turn on’s the other Weasley brothers never achieved. “Ouch, it’s nasty but you’re lucky you didn’t catch his spike or you’d look a lot worse.” Charlie concluded as he reached up and took Harry’s cigarette from between the younger man’s fingers to take a drag of it himself. Harry stared mesmerized as Charlie let the thin trail of smoke seep out from between his lips before sighing and passing the cigarette back.
“Have you got him in the cage?” Harry inquired as he took one last drag of the cigarette before butting it out on the floor.
“Yeah, finally. We’ll get him out of here tomorrow morning.” Harry nodded in understanding as he stared down at Charlie who had retied his hair back in irritation. There was a stagnate silence that hung in the air for a moment as they stared at one another before Charlie continued. “Why don’t you come back with me Harry, Mum will be so happy to see you as will everyone else?” Harry sighed and pushed himself up from the bed, to hobble painfully back over to the window.
“Charlie, you know I can’t do that.” Harry protested as he poured himself a glass of water from the pitcher on the stand.
“Yes you can Harry, just come back for the summer. You don’t even have to stay with us. We can get you a room at the Leaky Cauldron.” Charlie stood up from the floor and walked determinedly over to Harry practically pulling the younger man off his feet as he spun him around. “Harry you can’t hide forever, I found you and I wasn’t even looking. If you come back there might be something they can do….” Harry exploded in rage irritated that Charlie had dragged up this subject again in less than an hour.
“There is nothing that can be done Charlie, don’t you think I’ve tried? I’ve been through every source available and nothing has come of any of it. I can’t do Magic anymore and I won’t go back to them how I am, not in a million years. I don’t want their pity Charlie, and I don’t need yours either.” Harry snapped angrily pushing Charlie away from him in disgust. Charlie sighed heavily and shook his head as Harry turned back around to face the window.
“Suit yourself.” Charlie muttered coldly as he grabbed his cloak off the end of the bed where he’d dropped it when he’d come in earlier. “We leave at dawn; I’ll drop you back in London on the way.” Harry didn’t bother acknowledging Charlie as the elder man disappeared back down the hatch in the floor leading to the lower levels. Harry watched from the window as Charlie’s figure disappeared into the lights of the encampment. With a heavy sigh Harry slumped down to the floor, his head in his hands. Life after Voldemort was no picnic as they’d all said it would be, in fact in Harry’s world it was worse now than it had ever been before.
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