Title: Unbreakable Bonds
Rating: M
Chapter: 11/27
Author: So Yun
Beta: Witherwings1972 & myself in the re-edit edition.
Summary: Harry is in for a rollercoaster ride of a year. He finds out that Snape can actually be civil and nice. He begins to get to know his Godfather, and not to mention an adoption case and the final battle! Completed with Sequel in progress.
Thanks: Fifspice, Souless-Tears, ChildofthePhoenix, Fixxing-Whizbee-NZ, Dalamis, Azthella, Bluehazegrl, Sarah, Freeladyofthesea, Tuxedokamenluver, Beckyboo99, Henio41, Ladylily3, Shannyauburn, Dumbledore Rules, Silent Reader, Idypebsaby, Darkcelestial20, Devan.Snape, Blueoctober and Snapes Yukuai.
Dedications: Eight dedications go to Souless-Tears
A/N: You know the drill.
Chapter Eleven- I hate Harry Potter
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As soon as they were dismissed Harry haughtily got up. The whole time through dinner Ron and Hermione had been playing tootsies under the table and mooning over each other.
Harry had disgustedly eaten, now understanding why he had blown up before. He sighed and pushed through the crowd past everyone and hurried up to the Gryffindor Portrait.
After muttering "Pride" he raced up the stairs into the dormitories and jumped onto his bed, spelling the curtains shut.
Soon after he heard Ron and the other boys march up and start changing into their pyjamas.
"Harry you awake?" Heard Ron say quietly next to his curtains, Harry decided to ignore his best friend and tried to go to sleep.
Ron huffed and Harry heard him walk back to his own bed and shut his curtains.
Slowly Harry felt his eye lids weigh down like lead and he fell asleep, fully clothed. Too irritated to get up and change.
"Potter is too slow my lord, he won't save Diggory. Watch." Harry watched in horror as Lucius morphed into Wormtail who sent the killing curse at Cedric, whose face turned into Sirius's………then Snape's.
Harry tried in vain too move, but something kept him firmly in place like a statue's.
"No, no, no, no, no…!" Harry could feel his vocal cords tearing, sweat plastering his hair to his face, and warm tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Harry, Harry. Come on wake up, it's not real, it's not real," A deep voice enticed him out of his nightmare and Harry felt his body start to move and he recognised the blurry figure of Snape sitting on his bed.
"Um Sir, what are you doing here?" He blurted out and fumbled for his glasses. Snape's hands stilled him and he said,
"You don't need your glasses now Harry, you'll fall asleep in a minute. I thought you might have nightmares tonight, drink this." Harry grabbed the vial in Snape's hand and downed it.
Just before he passed out in a blissful sleep he mumbled, "Thanks sir."
He also swore he heard the voice reply, "You deserve it Harry, you deserve better."
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At the breakfast table in the morning as Snape watched Harry carefully, someone tapped his shoulder.
"Severus, I know he spent the whole summer at your manor. But you, attached to the boy and going into the Gryffindor fifth year boy's dormitory, really," Minerva's voice interrupted him.
He turned so fast his necked cricked and said indignantly, "I am not attached to Potter, and I did not go to the Gryffindor boy's dorm!"
"Mr Finnigan saw you giving Harry dreamless Sleep Severus!"
"Blasted boy! I'm going to give him detention till he dies!"
"Severus, you are going soft. But I don't appreciate you coddling my students. Not that your one to coddle." She quipped cheekily with a mischievous glint in her eye.
Snape narrowed his eyes at her, abandoned his food and stormed out of the Great hall.
The nerve of that woman. How dare she! I am not 'attached' to the boy. Nor did I know where my brain was when I took my own time to go up the Gryffindors! None the less's dormitories.
You did it from your heart. You care about him, you want him. You never were parental but maybe……
Don't even say it. I do not care or even like Potter. I am just serving my duty for Albus.
I hate Harry Potter.
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When Harry woke up, he found that the Potions Professor had spelled his uniform that he had slept in, to stay un crinkled so he got up, put his glasses on and rushed to his first class.
Potions.
When he burst through the doors and sat down, he expected Snape to just chastise him and take a few points because he understood about his nightmares.
"Potter! I see it is beneath you to not get to class on time, 40 points off Gryffindor and I expect you to figure out this task by yourself!" Snape yelled at him then stormed off.
Harry looked around angrily; everyone else got to work in pairs which were a great advantage. Harry snapped and pulled out his cauldron and ingredients and attempted to read the instructions.
As he began, he carefully took off his ring and sat it beside him. It was the only token of kindness he had gotten from Snape; he didn't want it to accidentally fall into his cauldron and melt.
He began to work, but knew he was going to fail hopelessly. Usually Hermione was near by to help, but she was so wrapped up in helping her partner (Ron of course) that she took no notice of Harry struggling.
By the end of the lesson Harry was thinking of just banishing his cauldron's contents for Snape's sake.
"Evanesco." Too late.
"Zero marks for you Potter, first day and all. Too bad, you should have thought about the consequences when you came to class late." Snape sneered at him before moving to the next cauldron.
Why can't he just hate me all the time instead of swapping? I'm sick of this; to think I was jealous of Draco being his Godson.
I'm stupid. No one has ever loved and cared for me. No one ever will.
Harry snapped as he watched Ron and Hermione receive near full marks even though Ron didn't even help.
He tidied up his area, grabbed his bag and stormed out. Making sure to slam the door, he had learnt over the summer that it irritated Snape a lot.
Snape's breath hitched as he watched Harry storm out the classroom before the bell rang.
Stupid little brat. I hate him, how dare he?
Snape glared then looked at Harry desk where he noticed Harry's ring sat.
I hate Potter, can't even appreciate anything. I hate hi-
He stopped the thought when he noticed its colour; he went over and picked it up so no one else would steal it. It stayed the colour that it was when the wearer had worn it; Harry's ring was a fiery blood red, mixed with a tinge of light blue and a hint of purple.
Snape dismissed his class as the bell went then sat down at his desk and sighed. He pulled out the ring and put his face in his hands.
And the award goes to Severus Snape for shattering any respect Harry Potter had in him.
And I care why.
Because I care for him.
I don't care, because I don't care.
Snape stopped the thoughts suddenly and slammed his fist on the table, sending his papers flying.
"I don't care because I am Deatheater. I don't care because I have no heart."
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Harry ran down countless corridors to the Room of Requirement went in, slammed the door so hard the walls rattled and dropped heavily onto the bed he had thought of.
It had a huge lion duvet; there was a rug on the floor with little intricate snitches sown on the edges. It was the room he had lived in at Raven Manor. It was the room Snape had given him to call his own. It was in Snape's house.
Harry took gasps and used his left hand to feel his right for his ring. But to his dismay he didn't feel the warmth of the ring, almost like the comfort Snape had given him. Soon Harry's gasps became ragged breaths and he began clawing at the duvet for comfort.
I just want……I just want someone to hold me and tell me everything will be alright. I want someone to kiss my forehead before bed at night. I want someone to love me.
Harry knew of course Sirius loved him, but the comfort and hidden love Snape had shown him was different.
Sirius's love was like a best friend's love and caring. Snape's…..was almost like a guardian or parents.
He appreciated Sirius's caring but it wasn't the same level as Snape's. Every time Sirius hugged Harry he probably felt like he was hugging his best mate James's again.
Harry wasn't going to cry, he was going to breakdown inside. His heart had been empty when he was a child, locked in his cupboard watching his Aunt Petunia smother Dudley in kisses.
But this summer, where Snape had cared and looked after him, his heart became whole in a way.
Now Harry felt a cold dark ebbing, creeping its way back into his heart.
Why do I feel like this?
The answer is that I feel alone. Not entirely alone, alone, just isolated, just sad. It seems I'm abandoned. Everyone has someone, everyone but me.
So Harry crawled onto the bed where invisible tears ran down his cheeks with no one to brush them away.
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Draco couldn't stand the two lumps called Crabbe and Goyle anymore, or Pansy acting like his bed wife. He walked up the corridor and walked past the tapestry three times and sighed in relief when the door revealed itself.
He had thought of his room at Severus's, but was surprised to find himself in the carbon copy of Potter's room at Raven Manor.
His faze finally found Harry crawled up on the huge bed, his eyes glazed, hugging his knees.
"Potter." He said loudly hoping it would shake Harry out of his catatonic state. Harry's head snapped up and his head swivelled round to meet Draco's grey ones.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" He spat in a disgusted tone, Draco narrowed his eyes. He had hoped that Harry might still act civil when they were alone, but maybe school changed that.
"Just wanted a little piece and quiet don't spose I'll find it here," He replied but refused to move.
"No you won't so leave." Harry said angrily and stared Draco down.
"Well Potter you don't own Hogwarts even if you are Dumbledore's golden boy, so no I won't leave." He said levelly and refused to look away.
The two boys stared each other down until Harry was the one who finally looked away.
"Fine you can stay Malfoy."
"Draco."
"What?"
"Draco, that's my name Potter,"
"Harry."
"Oh, fair enough."
"Yea."
"You know Pot-Harry I'm on the same side as you now,"
Harry snorted.
"No really Harry, Severus is making sure I don't ever see my father again. I'm not going to be a Malfoy anymore."
"Oh, that still doesn't change anything."
"You're a stubborn arse Potter; I may not have been sincere when I extended my friendship in first year. But I am now."
"Not likely Malf-Draco. All you've done is made my life hell."
"Take your own advice Harry,"
"What?"
"Remember what you told Severus and his friend that were fighting?"
"Oh yea, fine I'll only act civil. We're not going to become Buddy-buddy,"
"Oh."
"Disappointed Malf-Draco? Why? Because the Golden boy won't let you extort his friendship to be the bigget" Harry snorted again.
Draco shook his head. "No Harry, I am fighting for light. I don't want to be someone who kills and tortures, I want to be someone like you,"
"Someone with an ugly scar who everyone calls the boy-who lived, ha that's one hell of a dream."
"No Harry, you're not the boy-who-lived, you're Harry. The guy who everyone likes, who treats every one equally, who everyone looks up to."
"Malf-Draco, enough with the soppy crap. I get the picture; you want us to be friends to unite the light side blah blah."
"Pretty much."
"Well I still don't trust you."
"Understandable."
"You extort me and you'll be ferret boy permentantly,"
"Fair enough."
The two boys shook hands firmly then sat in awkward silence for a minute.
"Harry, why were you in here alone anyway? Got sick of Weaslebee and Granger?"
"I could ask the same, but yea I did,"
Draco gasped in shock horror then raised his eyebrow.
"Really? Well I have noticed they've gotten all love sick, poor you."
"Oh shut u.p"
"Who have you actually dated Harry?"
"None of your business."
"You face is going red,"
"I could ask the same of you Draco."
"Pansy, Millicent, Alexa, Louise, Janet….."
"Enough already!"
"So Golden boy, who?"
"If it's possible Harry, you are going even redder. I mean the girl or girls can't be that embarrassing,"
"Why should I tell you?"
"Because we're buddy-buddy,"
Harry snorted again with a strangled laugh.
"We are not Draco, that's in your dreams. I'm not telling you."
"Oh come on Harry,"
"No."
"Your gay then?"
"NO!"
"Then why are you still red?"
"OK! I haven't dated anyone, happy now,"
There was shocked silence and Draco's smile couldn't have been any bigger.
"Ha, Golden boy has had no girls. I started dating in Primary school, sheesh Potter you gotta-"
"SHUTUP!" Harry yelled and the lamp next to his bed smashed.
"W-what the hell?"
"Draco, I don't care ok if you started dating whoever in primary school. I don't care!"
Draco's smile vanished and he stared worriedly at Harry.
"I'm sorry Harry, I didn't mean to go far-"
"Its fine, whatever. I dated the spiders in my cupboard and the contesters in Harry hunting." Harry replied gloomily,
"Malf-Draco, could you leave me alone for a bit?" He asked timidly and refused to look up.
"Um ok Harry, are you alright?" Draco asked, he was going to talk to Severus.
Spiders, my cupboard, Harry hunting?
Harry nodded slowly and fiddled with his duvet,
"Yea, thanks for the um company."
Draco nodded as he got up and left.
Something was seriously wrong with Harry, his new "buddy-buddy"
Harry sat in the empty room and closed his eyes.
There was a time when I knew people cared about me. But now that's just a fairy tale.
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Severus was playing the Harry's mood ring trying to think of the best way to give it back to the boy. Suddenly there was a knock on his door and he looked up.
Harry has come to visit. He understands I didn't mean to hurt him; this is my chance to apologise.
"Severus?" The blond head that poked in the door disappointed Snape slightly but he put on a smile and gestured for Draco to enter.
Draco sighed and plopped into the seat in front of Snape's desk.
"Don't you have class now Draco?" He enquired politely.
"Free period."
"May I ask why you are here?" Snape ventured, he could tell something was worrying his godson.
"Severus, I was going up the Room of Requirement and I found Harry in there," Draco stated glumly and looked up to his Godfather.
Alarm bells rang in Snape's head and he unconsciously played with the ring in his pocket.
"Yes?"
"He seemed angry at first seeing me there, but then we had a sort of conversation and I must have gone into touchy territory because he got really angry. A lamp smashed and he asked to be alone."
"What was the subject?" Snape asked cautiously.
"Dating when we were in primary," Draco replied curtly.
"How did he answer?"
"He said something about dating spiders in his cupboard and something about 'Harry hunting.'"
"Mmmhmmmm," Snape replied and pondered on what he said.
To use accidental emotion magic to smash a lamp in Hogwarts must have been utterly powerful……
"Thankyou Draco, I shall talk to him."
"But Severus, I heard you got really angry at him in Potions and he stormed out."
"Yes." Snape replied regrettably.
"I think Harry really likes you Severus, the room he thought of. It was the room in your house."
Draco said quietly then left Snape alone in his office to contemplate what his Godson had just told him.
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Severus contemplated for only a few minutes before striding up to the corridor where the Room of requirement was. He walked past the door three times.
Show me where Harry is. Show me where Harry is. Show me where Harry.
The door appeared and Snape turned the doorknob and stepped inside. He saw Harry straight away lying on his giant lion duvet,
"Harry?"
"Oh its Harry now is it? Why not change it back to Potter and dock 40 points while you're at it," Harry said angrily as he sat up, his fiery emerald eyes staring intensely at Snape.
"Harry, I'm sorry. I am a Deatheater, and sometimes I forget who I am."
"Oh identity crisis poor you, Sir."
"Harry, don't give me that cheek. If an apology is not good enough then I shall tell the Headmaster about your disturbing story of 'Harry hunting' and more-"
Snape was interrupted when Harry latched himself onto Snape's robes.
"I'm sorry for storming out Sir, I'm sorry. Please….I don't want to talk to Dumbledore about that-"
"How about me perhaps?" Snape said and awkwardly patted Harry's back and gently pulled him off, surveying the emerald depths which held a sadness Snape couldn't decipher.
Harry detached himself and thought for a moment. He didn't really want to unearth his sad childhood with the Dursley's but he had Snape again and he trusted the man a lot.
He finally nodded slowly and wiped his tears away embarrassed.
"Tell me about what you told Draco Harry?" Snape said gently and looked right at Harry.
"Well ever since I remember my bedroom was a cupboard, my friends were the spiders and I only found out what a tree was when I was eight. When I wasn't in my cupboard my cousin Dudley would enlist the neighbourhood kids to 'Harry hunt' which basically involved chasing me and beating me up." Harry replied timidly and refused to meet Snape's gaze.
"N-no one has ever shown concern, or cared for me apart from Mrs Weasley and Sirius. But to me, it isn't enough. Selfish I know but-"
Harry was stopped when Snape lifted Harry's chin up with his long fingers and said gently, making sure to look right into Harry's eyes.
"It is never selfish to desire your own level of caring. Mrs Weasley does not feel enough because she is your friend's mother. Black is your Godfather, but treats you like his best friend. I understand Harry, because no one ever loved me much either or how I desired."
"They didn't Professor?"
"No Harry they didn't, we deserve better Harry. We do."
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