A/N: Well, the last chapter was interesting, wasn't it? I received many theories on what happened to Severus and Harry and some of you are right. There is a bond between them now, but I'm not telling what type, that will be explained in this chapter. I do hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: To own, or not to own, that is definitely not the question for I own nothing of consequence nor value.
Warnings: Excessive use of the word bloody.
Chapter 3-Ligamentum Frater or We're WHAT?
When Severus woke he could only describe how he felt, later, as though he'd been hit with the Cruciatus Curse at least five times, beaten with a large metal bat and as though he'd fallen from a broom at least a hundred feet in the air. All in all, he felt like utter crap. Worst of all was that the headache nearly left him blind from the pain. He opened his eyes but then immediately shut them when the rooms meager light stabbed at his tortured brain. Eventually they readjusted and he was able to open them slowly, squinting. "Bloody hell, what happened?" He wondered to himself.
Albus, whom he'd had no clue was there, leaned over him and pushed him back to the couch. "Severus, try not to move too much."
Gifting the man with a royal glare for nearly scaring him to death (which didn't happen often), he hissed, "Move too much? I can't bloody well move at all!"
Relief washed through the headmaster at these words. The tone, the words, they were all Severus and the man's glare was the clincher. Severus, his child was safe. He could not resist a chuckle, even if it did irritate the man. "I believe Harry is partially the cause of that," he could not help but tease. If anyone had ever told him that he would ever find these two in such a position he would have found the nearest loony bin and locked them up in it, throwing away the key.
Severus chose to ignore the irritation known as Albus Dumbledore (at least for now) and glared at the lump on his chest (known as Harry Potter). "So, what have you gotten us into this time?" he asked, half in exasperation. He settled more into the cushions of the couch, shifting Harry into a more comfortable position. Harry immediately responded by mumbling happily and clutching the Potions Master's robes all the tighter. Severus started at earning such a reaction and promptly forgot to glare at all, instead staring in disbelief. He was becoming just a bit uncomfortable with this whole situation.
Albus watched this interaction with amusement but felt it was necessary to put Severus's fears to rest. "Nothing bad, my child, that I can promise."
That was all fine well and good to Severus, even if he didn't believe one word of what Albus said. How could this not be bad? He'd woken up with the mother of all headaches that should only be gotten when combining alcohol and Unforgivables and had Harry Potter dreaming away happily, clutching him like some bloody teddy bear. Oh yeeeeeees, this was abso- bloody-lutely perfect, nothing wrong at aaaaaaall. The urge to roll his eyes at the man was overwhelming but he somehow managed to suppress it. At the moment what he had to worry about was escaping this nut house-er-room and the nutcase of a headmaster.
"Yes, well," he improvised, "I have classes to attend to." It was lame, even to his ears but he did not want to stay any longer and he liked the Headmaster too much to be terribly rude to him, not after he'd helped stop his Dark Mark from burning. He gently laid Harry on the couch and stood to go, but almost immediately fell back on the couch. A gasp of pain tore from his lips as his forehead suddenly felt as if it had caught fire. Beside him Harry whimpered pathetically, reaching for the Potions Master.
Albus rushed to their side, grasping Severus's elbow and easing him back down so that he did not tip forward onto the floor. "Steady, child, I wouldn't try and move too much. Besides you have no classes until tomorrow, there is no reason to rush off yet." The Headmaster's voice was gently reassuring.
Severus reached instinctively for Harry, drawing him back onto his chest. The boy sighed happily and clamped once more onto the man's robes. "What in all the NINE HELLS have you bloody done?!?!" he hissed, quietly fuming his emotions for Harry's sake.
"Severus, calm yourself," Albus said sternly though his cerulean blue eyes were dancing with delight, "Anger will do nothing good and only hurt both of you at the moment."
Severus was about to take this lying down...well wouldn't let it go with out a fight at the very least! "I will be calm when you tell me what is going on," he demanded, leaving no room for argument.
Albus let out a sigh of resignation. He'd been hoping that this discussion would wait till Harry woke and he could tell him as well but Severus was nothing if not impatient in this case and the headmaster thought it best to oblige him. "I did what I felt was necessary," he began.
"And what did you feel was necessary?" Severus cut him off with.
Albus sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers, peering at Severus imperiously over his half-moon glasses. "With both Harry and you in such pain, there was only one thing that I could do. I knew that joining Harry's and your links with Voldemort would lessen both. There was only one side effect I wasn't totally certain would occur."
Severus's dark orbs glittered dangerously though not all of it the sparkle was from anger. "Side effect?" he said in disbelief, wincing in pain. "You call this a bloody SIDE EFFECT?"
Albus clearly hesitated for a moment before going on delicately. "The pain is not the side effect I was referring to."
That startled Severus. "It isn't?" He let slip without thinking. Unconsciously is gaze was pulled toward Harry's sleeping form before he glanced back at Albus, searching his face as if trying to confirm something. "Albus, what have you done?"
The Headmaster, to the Potions Master's surprise, actually bit his lip. "I ask you to please stay calm until I finish," he took a deep breath to steady himself. "When the two links were joined it formed another, stronger link between Harry and you, suppressing the ones with Voldemort. I was uncertain that it would happen but I had to take the chance at the risk of that I could lose you both if I didn't. Apparently," he said finally, reaching the point, "the Ligamentum Frater has formed."
Severus was lost. "Ligamentum Frater?" he repeated.
"Literally translated it means bond brother. You two are now brothers in everything but blood."
End of Chapter 3
A/N: Hey! Don't think I've stopped this one, I've just been busy with GSFI which is coming along nicely by the way. It is a bit shorter than the other two but I though it best to stop it hear or otherwise it would have been really long. So, now you know; Harry and Sevvie Sev Sev are brothers now! Isn't that cool? Not something you see very often huh? :D:D:D
Next chapter-Yes, Perceptions CAN Change: We learn Severus's reaction but I think we all know how he's going to react. winks
Hope you liked the chapter and if you did, please review!
Disclaimer: To own, or not to own, that is definitely not the question for I own nothing of consequence nor value.
Warnings: Excessive use of the word bloody.
Chapter 3-Ligamentum Frater or We're WHAT?
When Severus woke he could only describe how he felt, later, as though he'd been hit with the Cruciatus Curse at least five times, beaten with a large metal bat and as though he'd fallen from a broom at least a hundred feet in the air. All in all, he felt like utter crap. Worst of all was that the headache nearly left him blind from the pain. He opened his eyes but then immediately shut them when the rooms meager light stabbed at his tortured brain. Eventually they readjusted and he was able to open them slowly, squinting. "Bloody hell, what happened?" He wondered to himself.
Albus, whom he'd had no clue was there, leaned over him and pushed him back to the couch. "Severus, try not to move too much."
Gifting the man with a royal glare for nearly scaring him to death (which didn't happen often), he hissed, "Move too much? I can't bloody well move at all!"
Relief washed through the headmaster at these words. The tone, the words, they were all Severus and the man's glare was the clincher. Severus, his child was safe. He could not resist a chuckle, even if it did irritate the man. "I believe Harry is partially the cause of that," he could not help but tease. If anyone had ever told him that he would ever find these two in such a position he would have found the nearest loony bin and locked them up in it, throwing away the key.
Severus chose to ignore the irritation known as Albus Dumbledore (at least for now) and glared at the lump on his chest (known as Harry Potter). "So, what have you gotten us into this time?" he asked, half in exasperation. He settled more into the cushions of the couch, shifting Harry into a more comfortable position. Harry immediately responded by mumbling happily and clutching the Potions Master's robes all the tighter. Severus started at earning such a reaction and promptly forgot to glare at all, instead staring in disbelief. He was becoming just a bit uncomfortable with this whole situation.
Albus watched this interaction with amusement but felt it was necessary to put Severus's fears to rest. "Nothing bad, my child, that I can promise."
That was all fine well and good to Severus, even if he didn't believe one word of what Albus said. How could this not be bad? He'd woken up with the mother of all headaches that should only be gotten when combining alcohol and Unforgivables and had Harry Potter dreaming away happily, clutching him like some bloody teddy bear. Oh yeeeeeees, this was abso- bloody-lutely perfect, nothing wrong at aaaaaaall. The urge to roll his eyes at the man was overwhelming but he somehow managed to suppress it. At the moment what he had to worry about was escaping this nut house-er-room and the nutcase of a headmaster.
"Yes, well," he improvised, "I have classes to attend to." It was lame, even to his ears but he did not want to stay any longer and he liked the Headmaster too much to be terribly rude to him, not after he'd helped stop his Dark Mark from burning. He gently laid Harry on the couch and stood to go, but almost immediately fell back on the couch. A gasp of pain tore from his lips as his forehead suddenly felt as if it had caught fire. Beside him Harry whimpered pathetically, reaching for the Potions Master.
Albus rushed to their side, grasping Severus's elbow and easing him back down so that he did not tip forward onto the floor. "Steady, child, I wouldn't try and move too much. Besides you have no classes until tomorrow, there is no reason to rush off yet." The Headmaster's voice was gently reassuring.
Severus reached instinctively for Harry, drawing him back onto his chest. The boy sighed happily and clamped once more onto the man's robes. "What in all the NINE HELLS have you bloody done?!?!" he hissed, quietly fuming his emotions for Harry's sake.
"Severus, calm yourself," Albus said sternly though his cerulean blue eyes were dancing with delight, "Anger will do nothing good and only hurt both of you at the moment."
Severus was about to take this lying down...well wouldn't let it go with out a fight at the very least! "I will be calm when you tell me what is going on," he demanded, leaving no room for argument.
Albus let out a sigh of resignation. He'd been hoping that this discussion would wait till Harry woke and he could tell him as well but Severus was nothing if not impatient in this case and the headmaster thought it best to oblige him. "I did what I felt was necessary," he began.
"And what did you feel was necessary?" Severus cut him off with.
Albus sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers, peering at Severus imperiously over his half-moon glasses. "With both Harry and you in such pain, there was only one thing that I could do. I knew that joining Harry's and your links with Voldemort would lessen both. There was only one side effect I wasn't totally certain would occur."
Severus's dark orbs glittered dangerously though not all of it the sparkle was from anger. "Side effect?" he said in disbelief, wincing in pain. "You call this a bloody SIDE EFFECT?"
Albus clearly hesitated for a moment before going on delicately. "The pain is not the side effect I was referring to."
That startled Severus. "It isn't?" He let slip without thinking. Unconsciously is gaze was pulled toward Harry's sleeping form before he glanced back at Albus, searching his face as if trying to confirm something. "Albus, what have you done?"
The Headmaster, to the Potions Master's surprise, actually bit his lip. "I ask you to please stay calm until I finish," he took a deep breath to steady himself. "When the two links were joined it formed another, stronger link between Harry and you, suppressing the ones with Voldemort. I was uncertain that it would happen but I had to take the chance at the risk of that I could lose you both if I didn't. Apparently," he said finally, reaching the point, "the Ligamentum Frater has formed."
Severus was lost. "Ligamentum Frater?" he repeated.
"Literally translated it means bond brother. You two are now brothers in everything but blood."
End of Chapter 3
A/N: Hey! Don't think I've stopped this one, I've just been busy with GSFI which is coming along nicely by the way. It is a bit shorter than the other two but I though it best to stop it hear or otherwise it would have been really long. So, now you know; Harry and Sevvie Sev Sev are brothers now! Isn't that cool? Not something you see very often huh? :D:D:D
Next chapter-Yes, Perceptions CAN Change: We learn Severus's reaction but I think we all know how he's going to react. winks
Hope you liked the chapter and if you did, please review!