The Dark Conspiracy
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A/N: Two back to back chapters in a day! Yeah! And they say I hold chapters hostage for reviews… Tsk, tsk, tsk. For those of you who are interested, I update my stories every two days as my schedule allows. Reviews or no reviews. If for some reason, I will not be able to do so, I will let you know. This is still un-Beta-ed and probably will be like that until I finish. So please bear with me. All mistakes are mine. Constructive criticism/ reviews are love. Short chapter. Enjoy!
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Chapter 10: True Bond
"True… bond?" Harry asked. He looked at Poppy, then at Hermione and then at the sleeping from of Severus Snape. "I need to sit down."
Hermione stood up and offered her seat. Harry took it gratefully.
"This isn't a joke, right?" he had wanted to ask the ladies but it was more of a question for himself. Poppy took over.
"Apparently when Severus was hurt in a way, you were hurt as well. You received a flash of him because you were connected to him."
"Like, you mean in a soul bond?" Harry inquired.
Poppy nodded.
"Actually, that's just a part of it. It seems that your magical core has melded, as well as your life force." She showed Harry his core as well as Severus'. Harry sighed thoughtfully.
"What about the life force? What does that mean?"
Poppy continued on.
"You live off each other's life force, simply put. When one is in mortal peril, the other one will attempt to rehabilitate or even resuscitate the fallen partner or rather the proper term is, bonded, back to full strength or is stabilized. It could also go the other way. If the fallen bonded dies, the other may perish as well. It really depends on which of the two is stronger magically. But remember since you two share each other's magic, your portion of the shared core will fluctuate over time."
Harry stared at her blankly.
"She means that you were affected by Professor Snape's injury because you share your life force. And that your magic can heal both of you and the professor, which is what exactly, happened now." Hermione offered.
"So, if he dies, I die?" Harry asked.
"Err-"
"Wow."
"It can go either way. If one of you almost dies, the other may die as well or you can both heal back to your good old normal selves." Hermione explained.
"Okay, what else then?" Harry asked them, rubbing his temples. Poppy sat by Snape's side of the bed.
"Well, there are three aspects of a true bond," the famed medi-witch told him. "So far, we have touched the aspect of your interconnected life force. There is also the aspect of your shared magical core."
"Explain," Harry told her. This was becoming more and more confusing for him. He was just hunting Nargles, aimlessly at that, the other day. Now here he was, possibly bonded with someone who hated, well supposedly hated him with a passion.
"You will share magical abilities and gifts."
"Great, maybe I can do well in Potions now!" Harry said half-jokingly.
"You seem to be taking this all in a stride, Harry" Hermione complimented him. Harry just shrugged.
"It can't be worse, Hermione. I just learned that I can die if S-snape here dies and that I get better in Potions. Harry told her. "The next bad thing you can only possibly say is that I'd start falling madly in love with him because the third aspect of a true bond is a love bond." He added dead pan.
Nobody laughed. Harry blanched.
"See, Harry…" Hermione began
"No,"
"Harry, it's just a theory-"
"No, no NO!" Harry practically yelled. "I-I didn't ask for this!"
"Harry, we're not certain yet!" Hermione scolded him, trying to force calm into her best friend. But it was of no use, as Harry was already almost out of the door.
"No, Hermione! I can stand being tied to his life force, his magic, but –"
"You can't bear being romantically linked with a greasy git, Potter?" a deep baritone asked.
"S-snape!" Harry gasped. "I-I –"
"Forget it Potter." The dark wizard tried to stand up but Madame Pomfrey stooped him.
"Severus Snape, don't act like a wayward child! You need to rest, why, you were just on the brink of death a while ago!" Snape looked at her darkly and snarled. Poppy relented, seeing the unfamiliar red tinge in those obsidian eyes.
"Forget it, woman! I will not be detained somewhere where I am not wanted nor needed." He pushed past Poppy and made his way towards the door.
"Contrary to popular belief, Potter, I do know how to give credit where it is due." He stopped right in front of Harry by the doorway. They were just inches apart. Snape continued.
"And no, Poppy, I didn't just almost die." He smirked. "I'm already dead. Or at least part of me is. Good day to you and you as well Mrs. Weasley. Tell your husband that I shall not hold him liable for the destruction he has caused in my shop. But that the next time he touches anything that is mine, I will come and collect." He then strode out, his robes billowing behind him. Nobody moved after him.
"Wow," Hermione breathed. "I believe that he had just thanked us for saving his life."
"What does he mean that 'he's already dead'?" Poppy looked alarmed. "That man should be resting!" She looked at Harry for some kind of an explanation. The young savior stood frozen still by the doorway.
"Harry?" Hermione tapped her friend's shoulder lightly. This woke Harry up out of his stupor.
"I, well – I mean, he's a vampire."
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