A/N: Eeeeee you guuuuys! I'm so happy! I have never recieved so many favorites before! I'm so happy you guys like thesis story so much! Like I said though guys this gets sick and twisted later on..please for the love of all that is Holy if you don't like it...back out now ok? Also...I hadn't planned on making Siri a major part in this...but...I might...I'm not sure..cause...I really want him in Harry's life...but...I dunno...um this chapter has...stuff in it? I don't rightly remember..but warned just in case 3...I don't own Stand My Ground by Within Temptation nor do I own Harry Potter...

Chapter five- Stand My Ground

Stand my ground,
I won't give in,
No more denying,
I've got to face it.
Won't close my eyes
And hide the truth inside.
If I don't make it
Someone else will
Stand my ground.

Harry glared at the two figures blocking his path. His once best friends. Inwardly he snorted. When Severus caught up with him again, he'd never hear the end of it. The bloody bat would probably rescind his offer of guardianship as well. He definitely shouldn't have gone out of his mentor's office alone.
That's what he got, he supposed, for wanting some alone time to think. As it was, he spent a few seconds cursing his fate while Hermione and Ron exchanged malicious smirks. He knew that this wouldn't end well. He could scent their hatred. A bitter sour taint that coated his mouth like a thick film.

He scowled. He truly despised his new gift sometimes. He was thankful for Magic's grace, but at the same time he didn't wish to taste every emotion these two radiated. Especially the sexual aspect that he picked up on. Rather disgusting if you asked him.

"Well, well. If it isn't the experiment." sneered Hermione, cold brown eyes lighting with insane glee as she brandished her wand.

The green eyed wizard couldn't help the reflexive flinch that stole through him at its sight. He wasn't scared of her, but he didn't relish the thought of being used as her personal guinea pig again either. It was because of her that he twitched whenever anyone moved too fast.
They both flashed him feral grins, having spotted the slight movement he'd made. Weakness. He'd shown a minor weakness. Now they would spend the rest of the semester exploiting it.

"We were wondering where you'd been hiding ickle Potty."

Really? Could Ron think of nothing on his own? That nickname had been old when Malfoy had used it. Instead of replying the magical prodigy merely raised a brow, nothing but acute boredom showing in his eyes. He felt his lips twitch in amusement when the scent around them changed to irritation at his continued silence. Despite this rather dangerous situation, he was amused. He hadn't been able to frustrate them so thoroughly since he'd been trussed up and filled to the brim with liquid Crucio.
They had been attempting to extract screams from him, but he'd only given them silent glares. He'd bit his lip to ragged tears, but he hadn't uttered so much as a whimper.

"I think that he is truly scared of us, Ron. Just like Dumbledore said. He's a pansy. Probably gay too. Something he inherited from his father no doubt." the bushy haired teen snarked.

Harry's eyes became slits as he processed what the bint had just said. This was definitely news to him. In all of the conversations that he had had with Severus about his mother and father, that little tid bit had never popped up.
He wondered if his mentor was even aware of it?
Granted, it didn't much matter to him. Any sexual orientation he could have had, was as non-existent in Harry's life as fluffy cotton candy clouds and rainbow unicorns. Thanks to several experiments performed by Kingsley Shacklebolt, who apparently, had a taste for underage flesh as well as forced consent.

He remembered, that before he'd been captured, he had been attracted to Cedric Diggory, but...all that was left to him was a blackened pit where his heart had been. He could never trust anyone with something so intimate. Still. He wondered if what Hermione said was true. Had his father been gay?

"I think you are right, Mione. I think Potter is gay! It certainly explains his sudden friendship with Malfoy and Snape."

Harry snarled, offended that Ron would think that Severus' friendship with himself had anything to do with sexual proclivities. Or even that he wanted any kind of association with the Malfoy heir. He'd rather talk with Malfoy Senior. At least then he was guaranteed an intelligent conversation and possibly a good fuck.
He returned his attention to his enemies, gathering up his magics and silently preparing for the battle he knew was about to begin. These two couldn't resist throwing curses at him. They always did. With gusto. Made worse by the fact that Dumbledore encouraged it.

"Aw look, he's mad that you've insulted his new boyfriends." Hermione cooed, pointing her wand at Harry, who had subtly drawn his own, ready to cast a counter curse and make his escape if needed. It wasn't really a question of if though, simply when. He knew he'd need it.

"We should make him stay for a bit while we catch up, don't you think Ron?"

Ron nodded, a cold smile flitted across his face, totally at odds with the vapid expression in the red head's gaze. Before he could even react Hermione cast her first curse.

"Knochen Bruch!" she shouted in German.

Harry cursed as his legs were broken, splinters of pain shooting up his body as he collapsed to the floor. Bloody hell, he should have known it wouldn't be so easy to evade them. He hissed Parsle obscenities as he dragged his body backwards. It had been a while since she'd attempted to use any German spells. She must have found a list of new ones to try out. Oh goody. And because it was all foreign spells, Hogwarts wouldn't recognize it as threatening towards the ex-lion.

::I dare you, Weasel. I don't care if Hogwarts kills me for it. I will find a way to kill you in her walls if you so much as cast a hex at me:: the raven haired teen hissed out, knowing that the snake tongue unnerved him a lot.

Ron visibly tensed, trembling at the parsletongue that was spit in his direction. The red headed traitor backed up, nearly colliding with his bushy haired companion.

::What is it, Ronald? Afraid of a little parsletongue? Afraid I'm calling out for the help of some Dark Wizard?:: Harry continued, doing his best to ignore the pain in his leg.

He felt as magic attempted to heal him, knowing it was futile. Hermione, it seemed, had brought a magic dampener with her. One specifically tuned to his magical wavelength. No healing could take place. She made sure that he would suffer. She always made sure he suffered.

Said mudblood rolled her eyes and scoffed before casting another spell at him, causing his gloved hands to ignite. Harry felt as well as smelled the fire as it ate at his gloves. It was beyond painful; it reached the first layer of his flesh in seconds. With a curse, the green eyed wizard slammed his hands to the floor, eventually smothering the flames.
The damage was done, however. His hands were bloody and blistered. The skin was bubbled and charred where the fire had chewed away at the gloves and finally his skin.

"Well now that you are thoroughly disabled, let's continue shall we?" Hermione cooed again, dragging her wand down his face.

Why was Hogwarts allowing this? Why was her magic not preventing this from happening? Couldn't it tell he was being harmed regardless of the foreign spells?

"Frieren Blut!" bushy bint yelled and Harry grit his teeth to prevent himself from screaming.

If felt as if his blood was on fire. Knowing Hermione, it probably was. He watched with growing horror as his veins turned an indigo blue as the spell did what it was commanded to.

*Please Magic,* he pleaded internally, * help me.*

A wash of warmth flooded his body just as he was going to pass out. A familiar face hovered over his own and he was so grateful that his mentor had saved him that he instantly attempted to scoot closer to him as the potions master gently cradled him to his person.

*Thank you.* he fought to say aloud, but the words were stopped before he could utter them.

He refused to show such a weakness in front of his ex-friends. So instead he thanked Magic for her help, which earned him a fuzzy warmth that settled in his stomach.

"Keep still, brat. They seem to be shattered."

Harry groaned in irritation. Of course they were shattered. He could feel it. He glared at his potions master, earning a twitch of amusement from the stoic professor, before the older wizard's countenance hardened and he turned his attention to the teen's attackers.

"Seventy-five points from Gryffindor for attacking a fellow student." he rumbled, vowing to punish them further, later when his apprentice no longer needed help," and detention with me for a month. Now leave before you regret being in my presence any longer."

Hermione snarled and grabbed Ron's hand before storming off.

"This isn't finished." she snapped before she'd vanished from sight around the corner.

Severus snorted before gently lifting his precious student to his chest and walking towards his rooms. He didn't trust Poppy not to open her mouth to the headmaster. So he would heal the Potter heir himself. It's not like he didn't know how.

"Brat. I told you not to go out by yourself."

Harry whimpered and Severus winced, knowing the feeling of weakness and utter helplessness this child must be experiencing right then.

"Fret not. I have a host of vile potions for you to ingest that will rectify all of your injuries, including adding a few brain cells to the space between your shoulder blades."

He was rewarded with a weak snort and the potions master congratulated himself on the accomplishment. Once he was in his rooms, he placed Harry in the guest bed and began healing him. Tirelessly he worked long into the wee hours of the morning. Exhaustion finally hit him when the last of Harry's bones had grown into place. He looked the child over, obsidian eyes trailing over the tender features with a sense of pride.

This child, son of Lily, prodigy of Magic, considered him as someone to care for and trust. By his reckoning, the only person Harry trusted. This boy, he had begun to see as a son. Gently, the dour man brushed the child's bangs from his sleeping face.

"I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner, brat." he murmured, guilt chewing at his insides.

Now, more than anything, it was imperative that the suit was finished. He'd make sure to add German spells to the bit of repellent on it.

"I should have gone with you..."

"Shut up, git. I'm trying to sleep." interrupted Harry's voice, amusement and exasperation coloring it's tone.

Severus scowled and looked away.

"Then sleep you insolent child." he snapped, embarrassed he'd been caught in a tender moment. Never mind that the child shouldn't even be conscious.

He was surprised at the low chuckle that tiredly emanated from his pupil, but pleased at it's sound.

"Sev?"

"What, brat?"

"I'll sign the papers."

Wide black eyes spun to face sincere emerald. In the silence that ensued, both knew that from now on, neither would ever be alone. They'd protect each other with their dying breath.

"There will be trouble when they find out."

"Who cares. We can handle it."

"I'm a bastard."

"Oh I know."

"If you're sure."

" Give me the blasted papers old man!"

A flick of the wrist had the adoption papers flying into the room, obeying their summons. With determined hands Harry signed the papers. He grinned when they disappeared with a poof.
He'd done it.
He had a family.
The teen locked gazes with his mentor and smirked.

"I wonder what they'll say tomorrow at breakfast, father?"

Severus felt something warm pulse in his heart before he gave his new son an answering smirk.

"I look forward to finding out, son."