Harry Potter and the Kedavra Bond

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"Seen anything yet?" Harry asked them after a quarter of an hour's quiet crystal gazing.

"Yeah, there's a burn on this table," said Ron, pointing. "Someone's spilled their candle."

"Would anyone like me to help them interpret the shadowy portents within their Orb?" she murmured over the clinking of her bangles.

"I don't need help," Ron whispered. "It's obvious what this means. There's going to be loads of fog tonight."

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban pg. 297, by: JK Rowling

Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me, nor do any of the characters or products! This fiction is done purely out of my own enjoyment. Enjoy!

Harry Potter and the Kedavra Bond

Chapter 4

The first thing that Harry realized upon waking up was that his head was too heavy to move. Harry opened his eyes and looked around. Everything was a bit hazy, and this, he realized from the night before, must have been because his glasses were missing.

Harry flinched as his scar gave a bit of a twinge, and he lifted his right hand up to touch his head. It was covered in... bandages? Yes, they were defiantly bandages... great wads of cotton packing and medical tape were completely covering up his forehead to his hair line. There was also, he realized as he brought his hand away from his head, that there was some sort of red goo smeared on his fingers and his palm. Harry groaned and by instinct, more than anything, reached for his glasses on the bedside table.

Harry winced a bit as he lifted his pounding head off the pillow, (or what he thought was a pillow...) and sloppily placed his glasses on the bridge of his nose. The first thing that he noticed was that he was no longer in his room. He was lying in a four poster bead with a black quilt and scarlet trimmings lining the edges... a bowl of bloody water lying in a basin on the table next him. The walls were a dark burgundy color, and a small fire place in the corner by the door. Two chairs had been pulled up on the other side of the bed, towards the shuttered window. However, these things were not what made Harry to gasp and start to shake beneath the silky sheets.

The whole room, ever available surface, were taken up with pictures. Pictures, of people that Harry knew... Sirius... his father... his mother... all dead people...

Harry threw back the covers and leapt out of bed, knocking over the bowl of water, spilling it's contents onto the wooden floors. His heart was thumping wildly against his rib cage. And his head was throbbing, as though a jack hammer was determined to crack his head in two.

The pictures were all waving happily at him from their frames... they were all happy. Smiling down at him with the other occupants of the pictures.Harry's breath came in short gasps and his body felt too heavy to support him.

They were all happy!

One of the pictures pasted on the wall contained his mother and father and Sirius... all of them waving and Sirius grinning like a maniac as he rocked a little bundle of blankets. It was all too much... they were happy! Happy that they'd left him... happy that they didn't have to deal with him and all of his problems... with his prophecy. They wanted to leave him!

Harry grabbed his head in hands, yanking at his black hair that was so much like his father's hair. He screamed.

The door to the room slammed open immediately, nearly sending the wooden plank off it's hinges.Lupin came hurtling into the room, and seemed to realize what was going on in an instant.He strode over to the center of the room where Harry had knelt down, head still in his hands. Lupin knelt down as well and embraced Harry in a friendly hug.

"Harry? Are you alright? Here, lets get you back in bed..."

Harry let himself be steered back into bed. Lupin fluffed up his pillow and pulled the covers up to his chin. Harry watched as Lupin vanished the bloody water, and muttered a quick, "Reparo!", to repair the dish. The werewolf conjured a wet wash cloth along with a basin of water and set the cloth on Harry's eyes after removing the rounded glasses, once again.

"Where am I...?" Harry groaned miserably.

Lupin sighed heavily, "Sirius's old bedroom."

Harry felt very odd. His stomach felt as though someone had removed it and then replaced it upside down. Harry could almost feel Lupin's eyes on him and instead, he occupied himself by asking some questions that were burning inside of him.

"Why am – I mean, why am I here?" Harry asked, his tongue feeling very heavy in his dry mouth.

"Well..." Lupin sighed, and Harry could imagine, while starring at the navy haze of the washcloth, him rubbing his temples... trying to release his frustration. "Yesterday night, the alarms went off at Headquarters... at first we thought it was a break in. But then we realized that it was coming from the clock."

"Clock?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Molly Weasley decided to add your name to that fabulous clock of hers." Lupin told him, a smile in his voice. "Well, anyway... your hand was at 'Mortal Peril' and of course everyone wanted to go. Mr. Ronald Weasley in particular had to be subdued by a stunner from coming to your aid."

Harry managed a weak grin. He removed the cloth from his eyes and took his glasses from Lupin's out stretched hands. "Then what happened?"

"Well, it ended up that I, Nymphadora, and Kingsley were to go and check on you. When we got there..." Lupin shook his head a bit, raking a hand through his graying hair, "You were already on the ground, holding you head... there were four dementors all around you," he shivered, "One had it's hood down."

Harry gaped. There had been four dementors?ཀ And one of them had had it's hood down.

'Well,' Harry thought, 'Voldemort is getting a bit more daring, isn't he?'

"Well, well, well, Mr. Potter. What have you done this time?"

Harry turned his head to the door way to find none other than Madame Pomfrey standing there, hands on her hips. Harry nearly flinched away when he saw the matron glaring at him, a stiff, starched apron around her waist.

"He was attacked by dementors, Poppy." Lupin told her, an amused smile playing on his lips.

Madame Pomfrey bustled over the bed, and started to unwind the bandages around Harry's forehead, clucking disapprovingly. "More dementors! Foul creatures if you ask me. And the effect that they have on those who are already so delicate! It's an outra – "

"I am not delicate!" Harry told her, outraged.

The medical witch clicked her tongue. The bandages had been removed and she had now moved on to taking his pulse.

"You are very lucky Mister Potter, that Remus got there when he did. If you hadn't had that chocolate..." she shook her head.

Madame Pomfrey put her wand away and obliviated thebandages. "Well you're all set Harry. I want you to stay in bed until the morning. No exceptions!" she made her way over to the other side of the bed. Pomfrey pulled a brown package out of her robes and handed it to Lupin. "Make sure he eats all of it."And with that, the medi-witch swept out of the bedroom.

Lupin looked down at the package in his hands and sighed. He carefully unwrapped the paper covering and broke off a piece, placing it in Harry's hands.

"Unlike Poppy, I believe that you are old enough to feed yourself." Lupin smiled.

Harry snorted and put the chocolate on his tongue. It was melting quite nicely... a river of smooth, velvety sweetness. Harry took another piece from Lupin's outstretched hand. As Harry sat on the bed, surrounded by comforters and silky sheets alike, he felt very content. However... there was a nagging feeling at the back of his mind, as though there was something he'd forgotten. Harry reached for another hunk. As he chewed the sweet he remembered the first time that he'd tasted a candy bar... well, if you could count a Chocolate Frog as a candy bar. He remembered the way the spelled frog had accidentally jumped out the window! Ron had been hysterical about the whole ordeal until Hermio –

"RON!!"

Harry physically started. Launching himself up from his reclined position, he spat out the chocolate and shoved back the covers. How could he have been so stupid! Here he was, lying in bed eating sweets, while his friend and the Weasley family could be facing down Voldemort and his deatheaters! Harry was about to throw himself out of the four poster, all thoughts of heading for the door filling his head, when he felt two hands gripping his shoulders.

Remus caught Harry's arms and tried forced him back down on to the bed. Harry fought for all he was worth, swinging his fists and flailing his legs in an attempt to make the werewolf release him. He shouted all the while.

"The Weasleys! RON!!! I've got to go, Remus!!!! Remus, let go of me! REMUS, LET GO!"

And then, quite to the astonishment of both wizards, Harry's fist clipped Remus's jaw line. It wasn't much of a hit, but it was enough to loosen the vice-like grip. Harry bolted upwards, and with no one to stop him, he raced for the door while stumbling along the wooden floors.

He only got as far as the landing, though. Black clad arms enveloped his form, pulling him away from the staircase. Harry struggled until he heard the owner of the hands speak.

"Stop thrashing like an overgrown fish, Potter. You are supposed to be confined in the mutt's bedroom, are you not?" the voice hissed.

Harry's vision went red with rage. Fury was boiling in his veins, and his body temperature sky rocketed. It was Snape. The overgrown bat, the slimeball. The one who didn't give a damn that Sirius could have died.

"Let go of me, Snivellus!" Harry shouted, fighting against his captor.

Snape let go of him so abruptly that he fell to knees on the hard wooden floor. Before he could do anything about it, Snape had drawn his wand and snarled, "Petrificus Totalus." Harry's arms and legs snapped to his sides as he fell sideways onto the ground. Snape was not done yet.

"You foolish, insignificant, blind boy!" he hissed, "I save your miserable life again by stopping you from falling down those stairs, and THIS is the thanks I get! How many times has it been, Potter, where I have had to save your neck?"

Harry could only stare up at his most hated professor in disgust. He hated the man so much. At that instant, Harry felt as though he was very much like to 'Crucio' him.

"Just like your father, Potter. An egotistical jerk, a pompous little boy, who doesn't even know how to respect his elders!" Snape flicked his wand again, and Harry felt himself being hovered into the air. "Why did that damned fool have to choose me of all people to be your babysitter?!"

Harry watched silently as doors of the hall way floated past him. His anger had drained a bit, and he felt like an empty shell. Of course, insulting Harry's dad was normal for Snape... and until recently, Harry would have defended his father with pride. But things were different now. Harry knew about his dad's decorum and how he had acted when he was alive.

Lupin was jogging down the hall towards them. His face was a bit red around his mouth. And Harry realized, his a pang of guilt, that it was from his fist.

"Harry!" Lupin sighed in relief. "Just put him on the bed Severus, I'll take care of him."

Harry felt himself being lowered onto the sheets, again. He watched as Snape gave Lupin and himself a glare of loathing, and then back out the door.

"Harry, if I undo the spell will you stay calm and still so that I can explain?" Lupin asked, gently.

Harry managed to give a pleading look through his imobile stature and Remus released the invisible bonds. Harry gasped out in relief, and sat up in bed. Lupin sat next to him.

"I suppose you have some questions, Harry?" Lupin asked, mildly.

"Where's Ron? Is he okay? The vision... the deatheaters! They were going to attack on Voldem – "

Lupin cut him off with a jerk of his hand. "Harry, I'll tell you everything.... however, I need you to get yourself under control. Unless, of course, you want to be hovered around by Professor Snape all day."

Harry sighed, and lay back. It was time that he got some answers.

Hello there! Yes, I know! Cliff hangers are bad!!! I know that from reading fictions myself, but they can be addicting! So... please tell me how I'm doing!

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written: Always nice to see a new reviewer! Thank you for the comments! I love writing things that you think are 'totally wicked'!!!!

Alanpatty07: Don't feel bad! I know that feeling too. Where you like when Harry's injured or not feeling his best... It's nice to see the attention, or the lack of attention, therefore, on his part. Thank you for the review! I hope that you like the new chapter! Ciao!

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Larna Mandrea: Suffer Harry!? I know what you mean... I like it when he has to be cared for too! Thank you for your patience, hope you enjoy chapter four!

tessbomb65: sniff that was a beautiful review! I know, Remus is the kind of character that you can really rely on (except on full moon!) and you can really trust him easily. I'm the kind of author that you love! I'm so happy that you feel that way. Hearing from other people about the way they feel about the fictions is just as fun as writing the fiction itself! Yes, Dumbledore will defiantly be in this fiction... after all, what is a Harry Potter fiction without Dumbledore?! I hope you enjoy chapter four!

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