It was nearly noon and lunch would be served promptly at that time, as it usually was, but today something seemed off. What it was, Severus Snape could not tell, but something was defiantly different from every other day. It wasn't until the midday post arrived that things got a bit tenser around the Great Hall. He glanced over towards Potter and his friends. They were talking among themselves as an owl dropped a package in front of Potter. He could not tell who the package was from, but he most differently didn't recognize the owl that had sent it. It wasn't one of the orders like Black usually used to send his godson post. Yes, Black was still alive. It was a miracle that not only had the killing curse just grazed his arm, but also survived being knocked back into the veil only to land on the other side of it out cold.
Severus was woken from his musings, when he heard Granger and Weasley scream for Potter, just in time to watch as Harry was slung across from the Gryffindor table to the wall behind the Slytherin table. Severus acted as fast he could, but it wasn't enough to save Potter from hitting his head on the wall. Severus was at least able to cushion the stone floor to make it a softer landing as Potter slid down the wall. Everyone was already crowding around him because he was the 'Boy Who Lived.' Just the mere thought of it made him roll his eyes. 'What a stupid title' he thought as he rose from his seat and strolled over to make sure their beloved 'Boy Who Lived' was, in fact, still with the living.
"Move out of the way," he spoke sternly with the Headmaster at his side. With Poppy away on leave for the next few days, he was the main healer at Hogwarts. Severus crouched down beside the boy and scanned to assess his injuries. Besides a concussion he had and a small fracture to his skull but the boy would live, again and told the Headmaster this.
"Severus, my boy what is Mr. Potter holding in his hand?" Dumbledore asked, curiously. Severus hadn't noticed that Mr. Potter was holding anything before, but sure enough there was what appeared to be a bracelet that exuded magic around his wrist. Severus reached down without thinking and touched the object to examine it further. As soon as his fingers made contact with the bracelet magic immediately began to flare up around Potter and himself. The magic grew heavy and wild as it tossed Severus on top of the Slytherin table, splattering food and debris from the student's lunch all over.
"Ugh" he shook his head. He knew that he was nowhere near as injured as Potter was, but he was already feeling the ache from being tossed around. Severus lifted a hand to rub his face and saw something glowing around his own wrist. He gulped looking down to a bracelet on his own wrist.
"Headmaster, we may have a problem." Severus spoke tentatively while standing up and casting a cleansing charm on himself. He regained his composure and walked back over to the Headmaster to show him the problem that may have arisen. If Severus had any idea to what these bracelets were around his and Potter's wrist it would not go over well for either of them, especially if they had to stay like this forever. It just would not end well, even if he didn't know how Potter truly felt for him, even if it was pure hatred they'd have to try and get along because if they didn't try and they were bound the bond would hurt them.
Next chapter: The great hall from Harry's point of view, and finding out what's around their wrist is what Severus thinks it is... and how both parts truly react to this, along with everyone else.
A/N: Short, I know I hope they get longer.