Bonded and Broken

Chapter 5

I don't own Harry Potter. I don't want to own Harry Potter either. Now Severus Snape (Alan Rickman) I wouldn't mind owning him, but sadly I don't own him either. I do however own other soon to be known Characters. I also own the plot of the story. I adopted this fic from SpikesWoman77, and I hope to do her some justice. I posted this fic on my web groups. If you would like to check out the groups go to my profile. Summary—This is an abused Harry bonds with Snape fic. Harry is kidnapped by Death Eaters, tortured and raped. Severus happens upon him and alerts the Order. Harry is brought back to headquarters where he has to face what he's gone through while dealing with the death of Sirius. Dumbledore is his usual meddling self and finds a way to "help" his two most important "friends". Features a slightly OOC Snape and dark Lupin. This will be HP-SS slash. I hope it's original enough for you all and I hope you enjoy. And don't forget to review!

Warning—this chapter contains mentions of Rape and Torture though I will not be describing much of it. Be warned! I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed so far. I would also like to suggest if you like Flaming then light a match. No one is perfect so please be nice constructive criticism is one thing but to be rude is not.

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Serena (Rena)

PS Em…I thought I might answer a few of your reviews really quickly. Harry isn't ignoring what happened to him. He's actually in a bit of denial and he's hiding behind his "new found maturity." That will actually be part of the reason for the bonding. But I don't want to give it all away. There will be more with Remus later but for the next few chapters it will focus on Draco, Severus and Harry. Hope that cleared things up a bit and I hope you enjoy.

Harry woke early the next morning and rolled over to face the window. The sun was blocked by thick grey clouds, mimicking his mood for the moment. He climbed out of the bed and softly padded to the window, opening it just a little. The heavy scent of rain flooded his senses for a moment, slightly overwhelming him though he actually loved the smell.

The breeze had a slight chill to it even though it was still summer and he wondered if he might be allowed to go for a walk. He was less sore than he had been in the past few days. His physical wounds had healed and he managed to convince everyone that he had no psychological wounds. It wouldn't do for the saviour of the wizarding world to be traumatized by something silly like a little rape, now would it?

Harry gave an involuntary shudder as he slipped on his too-big jeans and a light tee shirt. He toed on his trainers and slowly walked into the kitchen that, for the moment, was blessedly free of any snarky Potion's Professors or blonde Slytherins.

Starting the kettle, Harry prepared three cups of tea and started in on the toast. He wasn't hungry for much else and he never saw Snape eat anything in the morning. Harry didn't know what Draco took, for the blonde never joined them for breakfast. Only dinner, and that was a very rare occasion.

Harry had just finished buttering a small stack of toast when the sound of footsteps startled him. He whipped around, a look of alarm present in his eyes but he relaxed when he saw it was only Snape.

The older man regarded him with slight curiosity but made no mention of his behaviour. "Harry," he said in greeting.

Harry nodded to Snape before returning to the breakfast. He placed the cups on the table along with the plate of toast and handed Severus his cup.

"Thank you," he said politely. Harry watched with some amusement as Severus added a large drop of cream and three sugar cubes. He had always imagined him to take his tea black and bitter. "Do you find something amusing Harry?" Severus asked with a slight bite in the tone.

Harry shrugged. "No sir," he said and prepared his tea almost the exact same way. Harry's eyes wandered to the window where he noticed it had finally begun to rain. It was coming down quite heavily and Harry realized glumly that he was probably not going to be allowed out.

Harry was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't see Draco enter the kitchen. The blonde nodded at Severus before taking a seat directly beside Harry. He cleared his throat, trying to get the raven-haired teen's attention but to no avail.

Shrugging, Draco reached out and put a hand on Harry's arm. "Pass me the toast, would you?"

Harry looked over at Draco and jumped fiercely, spilling his tea all down his front. There was a look of utter terror in the green orbs for a second as he looked at the blonde.

Draco bit down on his lip and made to stand up. "Sorry," he muttered softly.

Severus watched Harry sharply for a moment as he took a calming breath and reached out to stay Draco with his hand.

"Stay Draco," Harry said firmly, grasping his arm tightly. "I was just lost in my thoughts and you startled me."

Draco looked at Severus, uncertainty plain in the silver eyes. Severus merely nodded so he took his seat again. The older man quickly used his wand to cast a cleaning charm on Harry's clothes and the blonde gave him a grateful smile which Severus returned with a small nod.

Harry passed the toast to Draco along with his tea. "I didn't know if you'd take more than toast in the mornings," Harry said softly.

Draco shrugged. "Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. This is fine for now." His tone was emotionless and a little hollow as it had been before.

Severus looked over at Harry, watching him carefully. As a trained spy, he noticed things that others did not. He had a feeling that was why Dumbledore insisted he be here. He made a mental note that Harry's hands shook slightly. His eyes often flickered back and forth a little too quickly, as if he were in a dream or lost in a memory. His face would often go pale, though his skin was quite pale as it was and it was rather hard to spot when he was nervous. Every now and then, the green eyes would flicker to the blonde and regard him with a mixture of what looked like fear and pity.

It became clear to the older man that Harry had accepted what happened on the surface and was bottling up his deeper emotions in order to pacify everyone. While Draco wasn't actually talking about the incident, he knew the blonde was dealing with what he had done far better than Harry. Draco was exhibiting much healthier signs of the trauma than the raven-haired teen was.

But you don't care remember, came the inner voice in Severus' head. You don't care about the Potter brat. Well, aside from the fact that he isn't a brat anymore, that is.

Shut up. Just shut up, I don't want to hear it!

Don't want to hear what?

That I care, because I don't.

Severus mentally kicked the voice in his head and went back to his tea. He wasn't about to admit he cared for the son of his most hated school rival. Never mind that he was always following the boy around school to keep him out of trouble, never mind he went out of his way several times to prevent Potter from doing something stupid, even when it wasn't necessary. It didn't count how many times in the boy's fourth year he spent pacing in his dungeons waiting for word that Potter had finally been killed by one of those Tri-Wizard Tournament tasks.

Severus flushed a little when he realized Harry had been trying to get his attention. "What?" he snapped a little harshly.

Harry blanched a little and looked down into his empty teacup. "Erm, Draco and I need our school supplies. The erm, school letters just arrived." Harry gestured to the two owls that were sipping happily from a cup of orange juice.

Harry and Draco were both clutching pieces of parchment that contained their book and supply list from that year.

Severus nodded. "Right. I'll call Dumbledore in a little while and ask him the best way for us to retrieve your things."

Draco had pulled out his newest prefect badge from the envelope and he was looking at it with mild curiosity. "Didn't think he'd let me continue this year," the blonde answered Severus' inquiring look.

"Why would you say that?" Severus asked.

"Cos of all the things I did last term," the blonde answered with a shrug. "In league with Umbridge and all that."

"You still got excellent grades," Severus argued. "Dumbledore may have his quirks, but he's fair."

Draco looked over at Harry who was not holding a prefect badge. "You still didn't get one, Harry?"

The emerald-eyed teen shook his head. "He offered but I turned it down. I didn't want the responsibility this year."

Draco smirked. "Sure Potter, make excuses."

Harry rolled his eyes playfully. "You're right. I just want to continue with my antics this year and how am I supposed to do that if I'm stuck being a prefect?"

"Didn't seem to bother Weasel last term, did it?"

Harry shrugged. "Guess not." He lapsed back into silence, staring at his book list.

"Did you get your O.W.L. results?" Severus asked quietly.

Draco, who was looking over them with mild interest, nodded a little. "Yeah. Not bad, I got my O in potions."

Severus looked at Harry who was still looking at his book list. "And you?"

Harry shrugged. "Didn't look yet."

Severus deftly reached across the table and snatched the parchment out of Harry's hand. He looked over the results and then looked back at Harry. "They aren't bad, Harry."

The teen shrugged. "I figured I'd do all right. It just…they just…bring up memories I don't really feel like thinking about right now."

Severus shrugged and set the paper down. "I'm afraid you didn't get an O in potions Harry."

Harry shrugged. "I Didn't really want to take potions again sir. I'm dreadful in that class. Don't really want to be an Auror after all."

"Minerva all but threatened me if I didn't add your name on my list Harry."

Harry looked up at Severus and gave him a fleeting smile. "Thanks but no, I'd rather stick to subjects where I don't lose house points every class. Besides, I wouldn't understand most of the course material and I get sick and tired of copying off Hermione."

Severus shrugged. "If you change your mind, let me know."

Harry was slightly surprised at that and smiled. "Thank you sir."

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Dumbledore decided in the end that it wasn't safe for Harry or Draco to leave the security of Grimauld Place. He sent Tonks to buy the Hogwarts books and deliver them that night. Severus grudgingly agreed to allow her to stay for dinner so long as Harry agreed to do the cooking.

Harry, who hadn't done much in the way of chores, was more than happy to prepare something. He was halfway done with the meal when Tonks arrived carrying all of their packages with some ease. She dropped them in the lounge before bounding into the kitchen wearing a huge smile.

"Wotcher Harry!"

Harry smiled at her, noting her pink and green hair that was worn a little longer than it had been the previous summer. She was clad in a tight black tee shirt, tatty looking shorts with black fishnet tights underneath and she completed the outfit with knee high black lace-up boots and a few chains around her neck.

"Hey," Harry said with a small smile.

"Glad to see you're feeling better. Hope Snape hasn't turned you into his slave!"

Harry laughed and began to set the table. "Nah. He's actually been doing most of the cooking and cleaning. It feels good to cook for people that will actually appreciate my cooking for once." Harry stopped and looked down at his feet. He'd almost forgotten the Dursleys were actually dead. As happy as he was at the thought that he would never being going back…they were still dead. He wouldn't ever be able to see them again, even if he wanted to.

Tonks sensed his sudden mood change and sighed. "I know it's tough Harry. I'm sorry 'bout that. But we get stronger and we move on, you know?"

Harry gave her a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Yeah, I know. It's just a little sad that they had to die." He finished setting the table and motioned for Tonks to have a seat. "I'll go get Professor Snape and Draco."

At the sound of her cousin's name, Tonks pulled a face. "Draco treating you all right Harry?"

Harry nodded. "I hope Dumbledore explained that it wasn't his fault," Harry said firmly. "I don't want him treated poorly because of something he couldn't control."

Tonks shut her mouth and looked at Harry with wide eyes. "Sure Harry, no problem. I'll make sure everyone knows that."

Harry nodded firmly before walking into the lounge where Severus was reading. "Dinner's ready," he said softly.

Severus looked up. "Good."

"I'll just go and fetch Draco." Harry made for the stairs but Severus stopped him.

"Draco's not coming down. He feels uncomfortable with Tonks here." His voice was calm but quite serious.

Harry sighed softly. "Okay. Will you bring him a plate then?"

Severus nodded. "I told him I would."

Harry gave him a fleeting smile before returning to his guest who was happily stuffing her face with steak and kidney pie. Harry smiled a little as he took his seat and served himself.

"This is amazing Harry," Tonks said, her mouth quite full. "You sure can cook! Maybe I'll marry you and keep you around for the food!"

Harry gave a small laugh as he took a small bite of vegetables. His stomach was still slightly queasy and he hadn't felt up to eating much that day.

Severus entered the kitchen and wordlessly began to fill a plate for Draco. He grabbed a napkin and a large glass of water and marched upstairs to deliver the food.

"What's with him?" Tonks asked, motioning with her fork.

"It's for Draco," Harry explained. "He doesn't want to come down. Sometimes he does and sometimes he won't."

Tonks nodded sadly. "It's cos I'm here. Sorry 'bout that."

Harry shrugged. "He's getting a little better. Talking a little more and such."

"What about you Harry? You dealing with things okay? I er…well, Dumbledore told us all about Remus and you know, what happened. I was so worried about you but he said you were being taken care of."

"I am," Harry answered absently. "Professor Snape's been really nice. It's a bit odd actually, how nice he's been. I thought he hated me."

"Sometimes we're harshest to those we care about Harry," Tonks said slowly. "But then again, what do I know?"

Harry laughed. "No, that does make sense. Maybe that's why I was such a prat to him. Back talked him and all that rot. It's because I care for him."

"Do you?" she asked with wide eyes.

Harry shrugged. "I guess a little. Maybe I just valued his opinion above all others cos he was the only one not blinded by my stupid scar."

Tonks was about to answer but Severus walked into the kitchen and took a seat across from Harry. He silently filled his plate and began to eat. Harry noted the strange expression on his face as he ate, but no one commented.

The rest of the meal was finished in a tense silence. Tonks finally stood up and grabbed her small bag. "Well my dears, it's been absolutely lovely having dinner with you, but I must be off! And look, I managed to get through one whole meal without breaking anything!"

Harry laughed and gave her a small wave as she made her exit. Harry sat back in his chair as he heard the front door close with a loud click and the locks magically re set themselves.

"It was very good Harry," Severus commented softly after a moment.

Harry smiled. "Thank you sir."

"Why don't you go bring Draco his books while I clear up the mess."

"But," Harry protested, "you always clean up after yourself when you cook. It's only fair that I clear up my mess."

Severus rolled his eyes. "Unlike you Harry, I can use magic to clear up this mess."

Harry blushed. "Right. Sorry, I forgot about that." He stood up and ignored the small chuckle coming from the Potions' Master. He swooped up the bags of books and supplies and made for Draco's room.

The door was closed so Harry knocked softly and waited for Draco to call, "Come in."

Harry pushed the door open and dumped the books on Draco's bed. "Hey," he said softly.

Draco have him a half smile. "School books?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah. Tonks just left. You didn't miss much at dinner. We talked until Severus came in and then the food was finished in a tense silence."

"It was good though," Draco commented, gesturing at his empty plate. "I haven't eaten that much since I've been here."

Harry smiled at the compliment. "Thanks. Glad you liked it." The teen began to sort through the items in the bag and collected all of his books. There were equal sets of quills, ink and spare parchment as well as Draco's potion supplies.

Harry shoved his things into the bag and looked around uncomfortably. "Er, I guess that's all…unless you'd like some company?"

Draco shrugged. "There was something I wanted to talk to you about Harry. But I don't know if you want me to bring it up or not."

Harry bit down on his lip nervously and sat at the edge of Draco's bed. "I guess you could tell me what it is."

Draco took a deep breath and pulled his knees into his chest. "You're afraid of me," he stated softly. "I can see it in your eyes sometimes when you look at me. You hide it most of the time…but it's still there."

Harry didn't know what to say. He hadn't expected anyone to notice let alone bring it all out into the open. "I…I'm not scared of you," he defended. "Just…I remember things and…" he trailed off, blinking back tears that wanted to fall.

Draco sat forward a little. "Harry, I feel worse than I've ever felt for what I did to you…but…I if I went back in time and was put in that situation again…" he shrugged softly and sighed. "I can't say I wouldn't do it again. My father…"

Harry looked off into the distance.

Flashback-

Harry was lying on the cold stone floor of the cell. He was alone but not for long. Draco was right outside with his father.

"You are a Malfoy, Draco! You will stop behaving like this! It's disgraceful!"

"Father…I don't want to do it anymore! I'm not being weak, I'm just bored of him!"

"Crucio!"

Draco screamed and screamed for what seemed like hours though it was probably only a couple of minutes. "Father," came the feeble voice after a moment.

"Get up," Lucius hissed coldly. "And you will finish what you started. I will tell the Dark Lord Draco, if you do not comply."

Harry shook his head, pulling himself out of the memory. He looked over at the blonde who was sitting with his face buried in his arms. "I remember what he did to you Draco."

Draco looked up at Harry, tears sparkling in his silver orbs but not falling. "I just…he was right, I am weak. If I was stronger, I would have died rather than…do those things I did."

Harry sighed. "Draco, compared to what the other Death Eaters have to do, that was mild."

Draco's eyes blazed with a strange fury. "But they don't have to look those people in the face every day, do they?"

Harry knew there was no more he could say. There wasn't much he could do for the blonde because he was the one Draco had tortured. He was the one Draco raped.

Harry stood up, grabbed his books and went to his room. Closing the door behind him, he collapsed onto the bed and cried softly into his pillow.

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The night before the teens were to take the train to Hogwarts, Severus was called. He debated on bringing Draco with him but he thought it best to send the teen to his Manor. It wouldn't do for Lucius to show up looking for his son if he had finally escaped the Aurors and not find him.

Dumbledore sent Fred and George to look after Harry and they kept the floo open in case Draco should need a quick escape. Harry watched Snape leave with a mixture of fear and pity. It was a dangerous game he was playing at and he already knew Voldemort suspected his loyalties.

The twins tried to engage Harry in a game of exploding snap but all Harry did was watch the fire, waiting for Draco and Severus to return.

"Harry, why do you care so much," Fred finally demanded. "After the way that greasy git's treated you all these years…"

"And after what Draco did to you…"

"Why would you care what happens to them tonight?"

Harry sighed and looked up at the twins. "Cos I'm tired of people dying for me. Draco did what he did to save his skin. He's a Slytherin and a Malfoy, and that's what they do. As for Snape well…he's been really kind to me lately and I owe him a lot. He saved me so many times and I guess I was just too thick to see that maybe he did care about my safety."

About two hours after Snape had gone, Harry's scar began to tingle for the first time that summer. Harry felt panic rise as the tingle progressed to full blown pain. "Ah!" he cried out, grabbing his forehead.

"Ah shit!" George cursed as Harry collapsed on his side. "It's one of those vision things!"

"What do we do?"

George shrugged. "I guess we just have to wait it out. If it gets too bad we can call Dumbledore."

The twins looked down at Harry helplessly as the boy began to scream.

Harry was speaking in a hissing voice to a room full of Death Eaters. He was pacing and he was feeling very angry.

"He has escaped us again, though I didn't realize how close I was to having him," he said with venom. "Slippery Lucius yet again has mucked up my plans for killing that brat!"

"Where is Lucius my Lord?" a lower Death Eater asked with a low bow.

"Crucio!"

Voldemort/Harry watched the man writhe on the ground. Harry's body screamed as he could feel every curse that Voldemort cast on anyone or anything. Finally Voldemort/Harry lifted his wand.

"Our dear Malfoys are currently locked away where I do not care to retrieve them…yet. I will let him stew for a while, contemplate why he should refrain from thinking on his own." Voldemort/Harry resumed pacing the room, looking at the masked faces. "I do wonder where the little Dragon has gone, though."

"I have him my Lord," answered a silky voice. It was clearly Severus.

Voldemort/Harry stopped in front of the Death Eater. "Indeed? How has he come into your possession Severus?"

"I was the one that warned Lucius of the Order attack my Lord," Severus said humbly, bowing to Voldemort. "I got wind of that bloody werewolf's plan to question people in Surrey and learned he found the pub owner that had seen Lucius. The fool entered the pub without wearing a disguise and he left several witnesses alive. The Aurors attacked while I was at the manor and Lucius asked me to take Draco with me, to keep him safe."

Voldemort/Harry stroked his chin in thought. "And you did not see fit to kill the Potter boy on your way out?"

Severus shook inwardly though he was completely calm on the outside. His Occlumency shields were up with full power. "Lucius asked Draco to poison him my Lord, but the Aurors were coming a little too quickly."

"Crucio!"

Again, Harry's body screamed with pain. Voldemort/Harry held the curse in place for far longer than he did before. When he finally removed it, Severus was bleeding from the mouth and one of his ears. His body shook from the damage done to the nerves.

"Get up," Voldemort/Harry hissed evilly.

Severus struggled and after several attempts, he managed to stand and stay standing. "Thank you for showing me mercy, my Lord," he said softly, bowing humbly.

Voldemort/Harry sneered. "Our dear Lucius will not be so lucky. He had that boy in his dungeon and he was a fool not to kill him right away! I will make him pay. I can only hope our little Dragon will prove to be less like his father." Voldemort/Harry paced for another moment. "Severus…do not make me doubt you again. You will be most…sorry if you do. Go!"

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Harry woke with a start. His head was pounding fiercely and his body was shaking violently. He looked around and realized he was not wearing his glasses.

"Harry," came the voice of Dumbledore, "lie down now."

"It was a vision sir," Harry choked out, his voice raspy from screaming. "He was…he tortured Severus for not killing me when he had the chance."

Dumbledore sighed softly. "George, I need you to go into Severus' room at the top of the stairs. In the cupboard there will be a black bag. Bring that to me."

Harry heard the redhead scramble to do what Dumbledore asked. "What's going on?" Harry asked.

"I'm going to ready a potion for when Severus arrives," the older man explained calmly. "And you could do with a dose yourself."

George returned with said bag and handed it to Dumbledore. "I'm also going to ask you to use the floo to bring Draco from Snape Manor, George. He should be in the lounge awaiting Severus. Tell him what happened and ask him to come here."

George pulled a face but did as Dumbledore asked. In a flash of green flame, the twin was gone.

Dumbledore fished out a phial of green potion and aided Harry in drinking its contents. As soon as the foul tasting potion was down his throat, the pain subsided to a dull throb and he was able to sit up.

Someone handed him his glasses and he blinked several times as the world swam back into focus. He saw that he was in the room with Dumbledore and Fred who were watching him carefully.

Taking a deep breath, Harry quickly told them both all of what he saw from the vision. "He's starting to suspect Professor Snape," he concluded sadly.

Dumbledore stroked his beard. "I have feared that for some time," he said slowly. "But I have a plan."

"What plan sir," Harry asked. "Can I be of any help?"

Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling a bit. "Yes Harry, I suspect you'll be of enormous help. I'm afraid I can't tell you much more of it for now, but I'm glad to see you wish to aid me in this."

Harry shrugged. "Professor Snape's been really kind to me. And he's looked out for me before. It's only fair that I return the favour."

A moment later, George and Draco appeared in the fireplace and stepped out quickly. The blonde looked at Harry, fearful and nervous.

"He's fine," Harry said quickly. "He's hurt but no worse than I am."

"You got hurt?" Draco asked with wide eyes. "How?"

"I erm…I feel the curses that Voldemort casts when I get stuck inside his head," Harry explained quickly. "So when he tortured Professor Snape…I was placed under the curse as well. But please don't tell him," Harry added, almost begging. "I don't want him to know I felt it too."

Dumbledore frowned. "Why is that Harry?"

"He'll feel guilty and right now we need to worry about him not getting found out," the teen explained.

Dumbledore was about to answer when someone entered the house. A moment later, Severus stumbled into the room. His bleeding had stopped but he was limping and his breaths were sharp and ragged.

Dumbledore swiftly helped Severus to the couch where he sat next to Harry. He uncorked a phial of the green potion, which Severus took gratefully. He coughed a little and wiped the blood from his lips.

"What's going on," he asked after a moment.

"Harry had a vision of the meeting," Dumbledore explained.

Severus looked at the teen sharply. "Have you not been practicing your Occlumency at all?"

Harry paled. "I had been. This was the first vision I've had since…since…" he trailed off. Everyone knew what he was referring to so he continued. "But I couldn't help this one. I was just…there."

Severus sighed. "Sorry Harry. I didn't mean to be so cross with you. But you didn't need to see that after all you've been through."

Harry shrugged. "I've seen worse Professor, believe me. I'm sorry you're hurt."

Severus nodded softly. "I've been through worse as well Harry."

"Draco, Harry," Dumbledore said in a commanding tone, "I want you two in bed now. You'll be taking the train to Hogwarts tomorrow and you need your rest. Fred and George, you may go. Thank you for your help and I will be in touch soon. Severus," he concluded, "I must speak with you alone."

Everyone scrambled to do as Dumbledore asked. The twins said a soft goodbye to the teens before leaving by way of the front door. Harry was sore enough to allow Draco to aid him up the stairs and as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out.

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Severus and Dumbledore waited in silence for the teens to return to their bedrooms. As soon as the second door had shut, Dumbledore cast a silencing charm around the lounge. He took a seat across from Severus and said nothing for several moments.

"I have come up with a plan," Dumbledore said softly. "But it will take quite a bit of effort."

"I'm willing to make as much effort as is needed Albus," Severus replied wearily.

"We must make you very important to Voldemort," Dumbledore said simply. "You will provide him with more valuable and true information than you have been. We, of course, will prepare ourselves for Voldemort knowing. But you must not lose your place. I need you right now Severus, but I will not risk your life."

Severus rubbed his eyes with his hand. "I do not value my life that much Albus. Honestly, as long as that bastard goes down, I do not care what happens to me."

There was a strange twinkling in Dumbledore's eyes as he spoke. "I know that Severus…but that might change."

A/N—Okay, next chapter will contain the bonding spell as well as the first few days back at school. I've read loads of bonding stories and I hope to make this one a little difference. YES, there will be Snarry action and some good fluff but not for some time! Be patient with me, I have some good things in store for this little ficcy!

By the way, my chapters are usually around ten pages long…is that long enough for you? Cos I could make them longer but it would take longer to update. Let me know!