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Chapter Two – Blood Adoption
The vision changed, showing her son as he is now, hand in hand with a young Harry Potter. Both were so carefree, never as she'd seen before. Her boys. She wasn't sure where the feeling was from, but she knew. They were both her boys.
Severus, still hand in hand with the green-eyed boy, walked to the kitchen Spinners End to find his mother. When they entered the kitchen, they saw Eileen clutching the counter to stay upright and her eyes were completely black. She was having a vision, but it didn't last much longer. Eileen's eyes returned back to normal and she surveyed her surroundings. Her son had come in while the future mugged her senses. She gasped when she noticed a boy holding Severus' hand. It was the messy haired boy from her vision. She knew the importance of this boy, and that eventually he would come, but she didn't know he would come so soon. She knew what she must do to insure this boy would have a better opportunity to carry out his destiny. She might even be able to prevent his death.
She had seen the boy's whole life, end to start, in flashes and snippets of his daily life from day to day. She saw his parents die and the Dark Lord die, she saw his relatives treat him worse than dirt, she saw him throughout Hogwarts, she saw his friends. There were some things around him that she had never seen before. He must be from a future time, she assumes. If the green-eyed boy is here in this time, then her vision must have been of a timeline that used to be congruent with the boy's. It must have changed now that he had come to this time. How had he come to this time any ways? How was it possible? She glanced back over at the two boys in the doorway of her kitchen.
Her dear Severus was looking worriedly at her, and the boy from her vision was looking at her with no emotion whatsoever. Severus decided then, to speak up. "Mother, I found this boy sleeping outside near the park, and I think he needs your help."
He gestured with his free hand at the boy next to him. Eileen nodded and told the familiar, yet unfamiliar boy in her kitchen, "Now, I'm only going to point my wand at you to check what might be troubling you, okay? I won't harm you."
The green-eyed boy studied Severus' mother for a moment before sending a questioning look towards Severus. Severus wasn't sure why, but the other boy seemed to trust him. That gave him a burst of warmth in his chest before he gave a small smile and nodded at the green-eyed boy, "Really, she's not going to hurt you."
Harry cocked his head in thought, then gave a short nod, then winced at the pain of his still tender scabs stretching and tearing. He let go of Severus' hand and turned to face Severus' mother again. She raised the wooden stick – she called it a wand – and waved it in his direction a few times. A piece of parchment appeared in the air in front of her. Harry watched as she began to frown at the parchment. She looked up at Harry, then abruptly turned away and reached into a cupboard that had been left open. She brought out a glass vial of something. "Can you take your shirt off on your own? From my readings, you should be in severe pain from the kinds of injuries you're suffering from."
Harry shrugged gently so as to not disturb the scabs on his back too much. He was in a lot of pain, but he had learned to tune it out for the most part because he needed to be able to move even if he was injured. He figured that painful injuries didn't much matter anymore. She gave him a peculiar look as he attempted to take his shirt off. She vanished his shirt off of him with a wave of her wand once she saw that he couldn't really do it by himself. He started slightly as the contact of warm air on his skin, but his face stayed blank and expressionless.
Eileen was impressed. This boy certainly had enough skill to be a Slytherin, yet somehow he had ended up in Griffyndor. Either way he would fit quite well into either house; a cunning Griffyndor or a courageous Slytherin. "Turn around for me please?" She asked him.
Tentatively, he turned his back to her and she stifled a gasp. Seeing the readings were one thing, but seeing his back and knowing this boy had somehow walked to her house from the park at the other end of the street and is still standing, was just staggering. She had seen Severus in this kind of condition before on one of Tobias' worse days, but Severus hadn't been up and moving for days afterwards. This child was like a phoenix; he had been burned many a time, but still found strength in the ashes. Shaking herself out of her thoughts, Eileen started to mutter a few complex healing spells. By the time she finished, the scabbed over cuts were lightly pink scars. Regretfully, she couldn't do anything for the older scars on the boy's back.
The green-eyed boy rolled his shoulders to test his newly healed back. Severus could feel light emotions coming off of the other boy. Since the other boy was becoming more and more comfortable with him, Severus assumed that meant it would be harder for the other boy to hide his emotions with whatever the green-eyed boy was doing.
Eileen knelt down in front of the shirtless youth, "Have you ever heard of something called a Seer?" She asked. Mutely, the boy shook his head, giving away no indication of what he might be thinking.
"I figured you wouldn't, but it's a type of magical talent that a person is born with," she explained.
One of the boy's eyebrows rose cynically, and for the first time, she heard him speak. "Magic? Magic isn't real, I may be eight but I'm not simple. It's just not possible."
His entire countenance had changed, not only was he wary as before, but he was almost emanating cold anger. This boy was not like the one she had seen in her vision. He had more fire and anger in him. She supposed that since he was only eight and had three less years of beatings, his spirit wasn't as repressed as it had been in his original timeline. She Knew that the beatings had stopped as soon as he had been sent his Hogwarts letters. They had been much too afraid of the magical community since it were paying attention to the green-eyed little boy. Still looking at the rigid, young boy in her kitchen, Eileen stood, saying, "Haven't things you can't explain ever happen around you? Or what about just now, how I healed your back? Can you explain how that could have possibly happened if I didn't use magic?"
Slowly, he turned around. The boy had very nearly blanked his face of all emotion except Eileen still caught a glimmer of something. It was hope. He was more calculating than hopeful, but it the boy was very good at hiding his emotions. "What's a Seer?"
She blinked at the sudden turn of direction. She had been expecting just about any question but that. In truth she had almost forgotten her original question that started the boy's calculating.
"A Seer is one who receives or can receive insight or, occasionally, visions of the future."
The boy took on a thoughtful look. "Visions could be flashes of pictures of people I don't know, yes?"
Eileen nodded, wondering if this meant the boy was a Seer. She was carefully watching the boy's reaction, but he didn't give her much to go on. "That would be how you seem so familiar."
Shocked, Eileen's eyes widened. "You mean to say you are a Seer? You've seen us?"
He shook his head. "Mostly Severus," he pointed his thumb at her boy. "I have seen a little of you. Memories, off to the side, glimpses of a smile."
"I've seen much of you, little one. Your past, what used to be your future, and you, here. I wish I could bring this up later, when you've known us longer, but I'm afraid I need to bring it up now. You might have Seen this as well." She looked meaningfully at Severus. The green-eyed child glanced at Severus, then at Severus' hands, and nodded. "Now?"
"Yes." She turned and pulled her potions knife back out of the drawer she had previously put it away in and rummaged a bit more to find ritual chalk. She gestured for the boys to back up some. Kneeling down, she began to draw a basic ritual containment circle.
When she finished, she stood up. The still shirtless child grabbed Severus' hand and asked, "Do you wish to become bonded to me?"
Severus' brows shot up in surprise, but he recovered quickly. "Bonded how?"
"It will be a Twin Bond." Eileen responded. Severus looked at her, then turned back to the other boy and studied him.
"It'd be nice to have someone else, someone who understands, someone who...cares."
The other boy nodded and Severus allowed himself to be pulled into the chalk circle. Eileen arranged them so they were facing each other. She sliced a shallow cut across both of Severus' palms, then repeated the action on the other boy. "Now you need to link your corresponding hands," she told the boys. "Right hand to right hand, left to left. Try and line up your cuts if you can."
She backed about a foot away from the chalk circle and began the Twin Bond chant. White light started emanating from the boys in the circle. Eileen continued to intone the ritual words as the light got brighter and brighter. With the final words, there was a blinding flash and the light was gone. There sat the boys in the middle of her kitchen, chalk circle gone, hands still in each other's.
