A/N: Well, you all seemed to like the last chapter, I was pleased to see. And yes, this is different from GSFI, definitely different. The only thing that is really similar is the relationship between Albus and Severus. Albus views the man as his son and Sev sees Albus as a father-figure. That doesn't mean he's always nice to the man. Anyway, on to the story!

Brother, My Brother
 By Ankha and Rose

Severus decided that after he had given Harry detention, he was not willing to wait till midnight just so he could monitor it so he spoke with the Defense professor and arranged for the Gryffindor to have detention immediately after dinner. That insured the boy would be done before eight, enabling him to report to the dungeons on time. Or so Severus had hoped. He glanced at the clock and suppressed a sigh. It would figure that after he went to all that trouble that the stupid boy couldn't even show up on time. "8:05; Potter is late. Damn that boy, does he think that I have nothing better to do?" Severus stood to gather the essays he had been grading to pass the time when pain ripped through his left forearm. As luck would have it, Harry chose that moment to walk into the room, an apology on his lips for being late. Damn Umbridge, she had done that on purpose, knowing it would make the Potions Master angry. It died however as his scar blazed like fire; staggering, he crashed into one of the back tables, his palm pressed to the scar as though to hold in the pain.
"Pr-professor!" he gasped, moaning as a new strain of agony slammed into his skull. He spotted the man, hunched over his desk in obvious distress. "Professor Snape!" He stumbled to his feet and staggered over to the Potions Master.
Severus vaguely heard a distant voice call his name and he groaned at the torment this caused his head. Nevertheless he focused on that like it was a lifeline. It took a moment to see past the stars but he soon saw Harry at his desk, misery mixed with worry on his face. He tried to move towards him but only succeeded in throwing himself off balance and he stumbled.
Harry grabbed the Potions Master and eased him to the floor, unsure if he too would be able to stand much longer. "Hold on, Professor!" The Gryffindor didn't know who he was trying to encourage, the professor or himself.
Clutching at the boy's collar he gasped, "Albus...get Albus!" before passing out.
Harry stared at him for a moment before deciding that he had to fulfill the man's wish, but there was something he needed to do first and that was hide him. He was not going to leave the man in such a vulnerable state and out in the open. Eyes desperately scanning the room for a good spot and finally decided that behind the massive desk would be the only spot. Maneuvering a bit, while ignoring the pounding of his head, he managed to drag the man behind his desk. Feeling overheated just from doing that he reached up to wipe away the sweat and felt something extremely sticky. Puzzled he looked down at his and knew that his eyes were widening in shock. His hand was covered in his own blood; blood that was leaking from is scar. No wonder he felt so dizzy, it was as though he were burning up inside.
Shaking himself out of these thoughts he lurched to his feet and ran as quickly as his body would allow to the Headmaster's office, cursing the entire time of the inconvenience of the dungeons. "F-fizzing Wh-whizbees!" he yelled and the gargoyle leapt aside. He did not pause but sprinted up the stairs, regardless of the fact that they moved. Without knocking he burst through the door of the office. "Professor! Come quick!"
Albus, who had been calmly sitting at his desk, filling out paperwork and sucking on a lemon drop, looked up in alarm. Seeing the state of his favorite student, the alarm only grew and he stood, moving around the desk. "What's wrong, Harry?"
Harry opened his mouth but his answer was swallowed by a gasp of pain and he stumbled forward but managed to stop himself from falling by grabbing the back of a chair. "Professor Snape...he needs...help..." Strength drained from the boy's limbs and he lost his grasp on the chair, collapsing to the floor.
"Harry!" the white-haired man cried, rushing to catch him. Cradling the child like a baby in his arms he continued. "What happened? Where is Severus?"
Harry's fingers instinctively curled into the thick fabric of the man's robes, seeking comfort and security. "In...his...classroom...Help...him..."
That was all Albus needed to hear. Snapping his fingers he summoned Dobby to him. "Go and fetch Madame Pomfrey." Dobby bowed and disappeared after throwing a concerned glance in The-Boy-Who-Lived's direction. Touching the boy's cheek, he gained his attention. "Harry, I'm going to get Severus. Madame Pomfrey will be here in a second."
Harry whimpered and tried to move. "Please, Professor, Professor Snape needs her more than me." He pulled away and struggled to stand, wiping the blood from his face, hoping to be able to see better. It did not help that there were spots dancing all over the room, distracting him from his goal. He latched onto the Headmaster's arm, emerald eyes demanding to be allowed to go.
But Albus would have none of it, nor was he going to spend the time arguing with the boy. Instead he picked him up and laid him on the couch. "I will go get him, but you need to stay right here."
Harry struggled weakly, wanting very much to go with the man but his body would not allow it. He complied with Albus's wishes, laying his head heavily against the pillow. He might not be able to go but there was something he could do. "Promise me you'll take care of him and tell me how he is?"
Albus had to do this; he knew that if he didn't Harry would find some way to keep him from leaving the room. Or a way to follow him; he could not allow the boy to put himself through anymore than he already had. Clasping the boy's hand tightly he said, "I promise," before scooting out of the room as Poppy entered and began to examine Harry. Albus set off at a dead run, going faster than he ever had in his life. His children were suffering for some unknown reason (though he had a vague feeling that it had to do with Voldemort) and he wanted to put a stop to it. He did not even slow down until he burst into the Potions Master's classroom. "Severus!"
The Potions Master had been hovering on the edge of oblivion when the sound of his name being yelled desperately jerked him back to consciousness. He opened is mouth to answer but groaned instead.
Albus searched the room, trying to focus on that sound. "Severus?! Child, where are you?"
All Severus could do was groan louder, hoping it was enough. Albus spotted him behind the desk and hurried over, cerulean blue eyes dark with worry. Lifting him slightly, into a mirror position of how he had earlier held Harry, he brushed the inky black hair from the pale, sweaty forehead. "Severus, answer me, please!"
Even through all of the pain, Severus knew this was not the time for long-winded explanations, not that he ever gave them. Short and to the point he lifted his arm and hissed through gritted teeth. "He calls!"
Albus closed a hand over the burning bark. There was no way in hell he was about to let the Potions Master out of the castle in this condition! He would go himself before he would allow that. "You are in no shape to go! Is there any way to stop it?" He didn't think there was but it never hurt to ask.
Severus glared through the pain. "Sure, I can just owl him and ask if he will kindly," Another strong wave hit him and he gasped before saying, "stop!" It really amazed Severus at times how incredibly dumb questions could come from such an intelligent man.
Albus frowned not at this. "Severus, this is not the time for sarcasm. I'm only..." He trailed off when he was suddenly struck by an idea. It could work, it really could work. And at this point, there wasn't much more he could do. If he didn't find a way to stop the connection between Voldemort and his two children he might well lose them both. Looking down into the obsidian eyes he was alarmed to find them slightly glazed. "Hold on, child, I believe I have a solution for two problems." Gathering him fully into is arms he stood and headed out the door. "We're going to see Harry."
The jolt caused by this action woke the man from his stupor. When he discovered he was being carried he glared at the Headmaster. "I can walk just fine, thank you."
Albus hurried down the hall, barely paying the man any mind. "Do not argue now, Severus, this is an emergency."
Severus growled at him but knew it would have no effect and complied to the man's wishes, however grudgingly.

Harry looked up dizzily at the pair when they entered the room. The nurse had been unable to do anything for him but giving him a calming draught and another potion for the pain. She'd left only moments before to look for anything else that might be of any help. The sight of the feared Potions Master of Hogwarts being carried like a child nearly made him forget his discomfort. The man was growling like an angry cat, but why?
"Severus, stop that this instant. One would think you were a school boy by the way you act," Albus said in exasperation. The dark-headed man glared at his mentor for that comment before wincing as he was laid on the couch next to the Gryffindor.
Harry immediately moved to accommodate for the Potions Master before looking up at the Headmaster in confusion. "Sir?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"What's going on? Are you all right, Professor Snape?"
Severus was barely able to contain his snarl. "Do I bloody well look all right to you Potter?" He winced at the pain that raising his voice had caused him. "Albus, is there anything that ill stop this bloody PAIN!?"
To both the surprise of the Gryffindor and the Slytherin, the Headmaster smiled. "Ah yes; this is when we come to my plan. Harry, lean over Severus and press you scar to his Dark Mark."
Harry couldn't help it; he gaped at his mentor. "Sir?"
Severus was equally puzzled but on the road to being extremely angry. "Is this going to help anything?" Albus nodded as the man grit his teeth against yet another wave of pain. "If this is going to help then you bloody well better do it, Potter!"
Knowing better than to ever ignore a command from the Potions Master, especially when he was in this state, Harry complied. Leaning over the man's chest he pressed is burning scar to the black mark. Almost immediately the pain subsided but in the back recesses of his mind, Harry felt something stretch then snap before reforming, knocking him into oblivion. Severus was experiencing a similar reaction. It was a sensation that he would later describe as losing something hated and gaining something infinitely better. That was, of course, before he followed Harry into the abyss.
Albus blew a sigh of great relief and allowed his body to sag in his chair. As he looked the two over, he could not suppress the grin that arose. "Not quite the reaction I was expecting, but effective."

End of chapter 2

A/N: Well, what did you all think? Not quite what some of you expected, eh? I can pretty much guarantee that this story is different than most you see. I don't believe I've seen one quite like this in fact. I hope you all are enjoying it so far and will continue to come back for me. Please feel free to leave you comments as I'm always interested as to what you think. Please Review!