Broken and Bound
Chapter 6
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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(Rena)
Harry woke sharply from the dream. His breath was ragged and uneven and his forehead was covered in sweat. He moved back his fringe and wiped the sweat from his brow. It wasn't a nightmare he was having per se, but it was a strange dream none the less. He had been walking through fog, the air thick and tense. He had been searching for something, but he wasn't sure what it was.
Stepping onto the cold floor, he realized he was still quite shaken. It was still rather early for the sun had just started to peek over the buildings on the London street. Harry toed on his slippers and wrapped up tightly in his dressing gown as he padded down the stairs and into the kitchen. He wasn't surprised to see Prof Snape already moving about, preparing rashers of eggs and bacon.
When the man turned to give Harry a curt nod, the teen noted the deep bruises under Snape's eyes. Looks like I wasn't the only one to have a restless sleep last night, he mused wryly. Couldn't say I expected him to, however. Not after what I saw.
"Breakfast?" Snape asked curtly.
Harry frowned at the sharpness of Snape's voice. The man had been unusually kind to him over this holiday. Of course Harry hadn't expected it to last but he had wondered how Snape was going to be towards him once term started.
"I guess I'm feeling a little peckish," Harry said after a moment.
Snape set down a plate piled with eggs, bacon and toast along with a cup of tea already prepared with cream and sugar. "After you eat, I want you to make sure you're completely packed. We're leaving here at a quarter after ten. I don't fancy coming back here once we leave."
Harry snorted. "It's a good thing none of the Weasleys are here then." He remembered his second year when he had stayed at the Burrow. They had gone back twice for things the children had forgotten and were nearly late. Not that it mattered; Dobby had seen to it that neither he nor Ron could get onto the platform.
Snape, not caring what Harry was referring to, shook his head. "Whatever Potter. Just see to it that you are ready to go."
Harry sighed softly. "Why exactly do I still have to take the train? Why can't Draco and I just go to Hogwarts with you?"
"Stop calling him Draco," Severus snapped. "You'll only get him into trouble if certain students think he is on more than hostile terms with you. I could easily enter Hogwarts with Draco but unfortunately M. Potter it would not look well if I am seen escorting the boy-who-lived when I have claimed to the Dark Lord that I do not know where you are."
Harry flushed in embarrassment. He hadn't quite thought it that far. "Er, right. Sorry about that sir, I just didn't think."
"That is obvious," he replied but without the usual Snape sneer. The Potion's Master took a seat across from Harry and began to nibble on his own breakfast.
Harry finished not a third of what Snape had given him when his stomach began to twist in protest. He pushed the plate away from him and gave a small sigh.
"Is my cooking not up to scratch this morn?" Severus asked with a small grin.
Harry blanched. "No sir, it isn't your cooking. I just feel a little off-colour."
"I was joking M. Potter," Severus said with a small sneer. Harry wasn't quite used to his humour and bit down on his lip. Snape sighed a little and shook his head. "Harry, it was the potion Dumbledore gave you last night. I know the potion quite well, having taken it on several occasions and some of the side effects are fatigue and loss of appetite. It's something one must get used to and I can only hope you will not need to."
Harry sighed. "I think I'd better see to my packing."
Severus nodded. "Check on Draco as well. Let him know I have breakfast for him if he wishes."
Harry nodded and went back upstairs. Pausing at Draco's door, he knocked softly.
"Come!"
Harry pushed the door open and found Draco sitting on his bed writing furiously on a piece of parchment. He glanced up at Harry for a moment before going back to his writing.
"What?"
Harry frowned. "Prof. Snape said to tell you that he's got breakfast if you're hungry."
"I'm not," Draco said, still writing.
Harry felt his curiosity getting the better of him. "Whom're you writing to?"
Draco looked up and glared a little. "None of your business."
Harry shrugged. "Sorry, I was just curious."
Draco sighed a little. "Well, if you must know, and I've a feeling you'll find out eventually anyway..." he paused and then gave a small shrug. "Erm...George Weasley."
Harry nearly choked. "George Weasley? Erm...how? Or better yet, why? You hate the Weasleys."
Draco bit down on his lip looking a little sheepish. "Er well, last night when George came to get me, he was really nice, even though I've been really beastly to him and his family all of these years. He and I talked a little last night, I told him I was scared for Severus and well...he just told me I could write to him and talk to him."
Harry gave a small smile. "Brill Draco. If you would've listened to me from the very start..."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Whatever Potter. I'm not going to be chummy with you and your little Golden Trio so don't get your hopes up."
Harry sighed and moved back towards the door. "I know Malfoy. Snape was kind enough to remind me why I can't keep calling you Draco and why we can't be friends."
"Harry..." Draco said softly.
Harry held up his hand and shook his head. "We don't have room in our lives to be kids anymore Malfoy. We're in a war now, whether we like it or not. Hell, you and I have been dealt the worst hand and we've just got to man up and play with the big boys." He turned on his heel, feeling rather lost and a little angry and went back to his room to pack his things.
Harry wasn't even sure where words like that came from. They just seemed to pop into his head and roll off his tongue. But it didn't matter really, cos what he was saying was true. He'd never had a childhood and he probably never would.
Harry began to throw things into his trunk, uncaring whether his stuff was packed neatly. He tucked his wand into the back pocket of his jeans and chuckled a little at the memory of Moody telling him how wizards have lost buttocks that way. But then the inevitable happened. Lupin had been with them on that trip. Lupin had been anxious to see him...he had wanted to spend time with him. Back then...Sirius was alive and none of his parent's former friends had been encouraging his suicide.
"No," Harry whispered to himself, "I will not cry! I will not cry!" That became his mantra for the next few minutes as he rummaged in his trunk for his photo album. He flipped through until he found the photo of his parents' wedding. There was the Marauders and Lily standing shoulder-to-shoulder and smiling.
Harry flipped to the next page where there was a picture of Sirius and Remus standing next to each other. Sirius would put his arm around Remus every now and again and give him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Remus would laugh a little while rolling his eyes and wipe his cheek off with the back of his hand.
Harry didn't realize the bitter tears falling until the photo album fell from his hands and clattered onto the floor. "Oh," Harry said aloud as the pain in his chest grew. The teen collapsed onto his pillow and cried hard, bitter tears. He was sad, alone and angry. He'd been tortured and raped, he'd lost the only link to his family and the worst part was...he truly believed he deserved it all.
All he really wanted to do was to die...but that wasn't possible. If he took his own life, not only would it prove Voldemort right, but also he would be taking away the hope of the wizarding world. And he owed it to the people he loved to make up for his mistakes.
The sound of footsteps jarred Harry from his tears and he sat up quickly. Prof. Snape was standing in the doorway watching him with a neutral expression.
Harry quickly dried his eyes. "Sorry sir," he said, his voice in a near whisper.
Snape sighed and moved into the room. "Harry...do you need anything?" His voice was uncommonly kind and without the usual sneer.
Harry frowned at him. "No sir, I'm fine. I'm nearly packed and ready to go."
Severus sighed and sat on the bed next to Harry. "That isn't what I meant Harry." He spied the photo album lying on the floor and picked it up. The page Harry had been looking at was still open and Severus watched it for a few moments before closing it and handing it back to the teen. "As much as I'm loathe to say this...and as much as I've hated them all...Lupin didn't mean what he said to you. He's just..."
"He's hurting," Harry finished for him. "I know, and I don't blame him for what happened. He's looking for someone to blame...and he certainly came to the right person for that." Harry gave a small bitter laugh.
Snape's hands tensed into fists in his lap as he looked over at Harry sharply. "No Harry. He did not come to the right person! You are not to blame for Sirius' irrational behaviour! He was told to stay put and he refused to listen. He did nothing in the Department of Mysteries except die Harry."
Harry bit back a retort in defence of his godfather and stared at his hands. He tried to swallow back the tears that were threatening to fall again and found it impossible to look up at Snape's face.
"I don't mean to sound harsh, Harry. We've all asked so much of you and now we're starting to see the effects of that. No child your age should have experienced the things you have. Especially the...heinous acts that had been preformed on you this summer." His voice was tinged with bitterness and regret. "Merlin Harry, if I could've stopped that in anyway..." he broke off, staring out the window. "I should've stopped it. Bugger being a spy Harry! I should not have let a teenager succumb to that kind of rape and torture!"
Harry was about to answer when the sound of a door slamming and swift feet pounding on the stairs interrupted them. Snape shot up off the bed. "Shit, he heard us," he cursed. "Pack quickly, I have to go stop Draco!" He dashed out of the room and down the stairs.
Harry put the photo album back into his trunk and made a swift check around the room to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. "Why does he care?" he wondered aloud as he moved to sit down in the chair near the window. "I've done nothing but give him grief! Hell, I looked in his bloody pensive! He wanted to KILL me after that! Why would he give a shite about how I feel right now?" He didn't know but he was grateful anyway.
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Snape returned with Draco a half an hour later. The blonde was very quiet and reserved as he greeted Harry in the lounge. Harry felt terrible that Draco was suffering though deep down, the raven-haired teen was absolutely terrified of the blonde.
Severus checked the time before going into the kitchen and emerging with two fresh cups of tea. Draco took one wordlessly and sipped on it primly.
Harry took his tea with a muttered, "Thank you," and sipped it as well. It was good, chamomile and mint for soothing his stomach and his nerves.
"We'll be leaving in one half hour," Snape said calmly. "Is there anything you've not readied?"
Draco shook his head and Harry did the same. "No sir, I think I've got everything ready."
"Good. Dumbledore and I have discussed the best means of transportation and it has been decided that Harry would be safer travelling with the Weasleys while Draco shall board the train alone. I will of course accompany him to Kings Cross but I will not stay."
"What do I do," Harry asked softly.
"You will floo over to the Burrow in." he checked his watch. "Five minutes. From there I believe they have arranged a portkey of some kind to take you to Kings Cross."
Harry quickly drank the rest of his tea and dashed upstairs to get his things. Without asking, Severus shrank his trunk to make the floo a little easier. Harry looked at the fireplace and back over to the blonde who was sitting on the couch staring off into space.
"I guess...well if we live through this year, I'll see you around." Harry offered with a small smile.
Draco gave him a curt nod before returning to his thoughts. Severus sighed and approached Harry. "Potter, you're not attending my Potions classes, however...should you need anything...please come to me." It was a plea...and it was a huge step for the usually snarky man who made it a point to torment Harry in previous years.
"I think there are some things I'd like to discuss with you Professor...so perhaps I'll take you up on that offer."
Without another word, Harry tossed a pinch of powder into the flames and soon disappeared.
A/N-- Okay this was so bloody short and total rubbish but I wanted to get something out! I'm so sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes...my MS Word is absolutely rubbish. But hooray for Occasus cos in her brilliance, she's fixed the computer! YAY for Occasus…I LOVE U!