Chained Chapter 4: The Saviour, a harry potter fanfic

Title: Chained

Author: Darwick

Summary: Harry returns to Hogwarts for his sixth year more powerful than he left. Dumbledore is seeing frightening similarities between Harry and Tom Riddle. Fearful for Harry's soul, Dumbledore does the unthinkable.

Warnings: HP/SS, Non-Con, Snarry, Slash, Violence and some Swearing. (Not as dire as it sounds. Just be warned I've chosen the M rating for a reason.)

Disclaimer: No money is being made from this fan fiction. All rights are reserved to JKRowling.

You're such an inspiration for the ways

That I'll never ever choose to be

Oh so many ways for me to show you

How the saviour has abandoned you

It's not like you killed someone

It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side

Praise the one who left you

Broken down and paralyzed

He did it all for you

A Perfect Circle- Judith

Chapter 4

Later that same evening Harry still hadn't left his bed. Though he was sitting up and talking again to his friends, which they seemed to consider a good sign. Ron didn't even complain when Hermione sequestered his bed for herself and her books. In fact Ron hadn't made a move to leave Harry's bed.

Harry never expected Ron to be the one who comforted him. That always seemed like Hermione's job, but somehow, sitting there side by side with Ron's arm firmly over his shoulders made him feel safer than he had ever felt. It melted some of the hurt in him, to know…to feel…he was worth something.

Hermione screamed in rage and threw the book she had been reading across the room. It smacked soundly on the opposite wall and fell on top of the growing pile of books. This had been going on since she had joined them two hours ago.

"Useless!" She snapped. "They are all useless." She took a few deep breaths to calm her fury. "Sorry Harry. Sorry. I'll figure this out. Don't fret. Just because Dumbledore and Snape are older than me and more experienced than me does not mean they are smarter than me! I'll show them they can't get away with this, not to my best friend!"

This too had been going on since Hermione had arrived. Neither boy had ever seen her so furious and outraged. Hermione had always had a certain level of ethics and personal morals that guided her life, and what the professors had done to Harry, had gone against every one of those morals.

There was a knock at the door. The teens looked up as Professor McGonagall entered the boy's dormitory. Harry seemed to shrink into Ron's side. More bad news he expected.

The Professor looked like she always did with her pristine bun, immaculate robes and firm mouth. Her eyes took in the pile of books on the floor, and the ones surrounding Hermione. She looked from Hermione who sat ramrod straight with her jaw squared to Ron with his arm protectively around Harry, to Harry who looked small and vulnerable tucked under his best friend.

"Mr. Potter I am informing you that you are now permitted to use your wand in class. I have already notified the Gryffindor's in the common room, no doubt the rest will know by Monday morning. All of the professors have been informed as well."

She paused and cast a thick silencing spell on the door and windows. With a flick of her wrist she pulled over a chair and sat slowly.

"Harry, I'm deeply sorry that this has happened to you. To be bound against your will and without your knowledge is a violation I can hardly comprehend. Let alone believe it was orchestrated by my dear friend. We were supposed to support and teach you to control your magic, like all the students. I never would have believed Albus would have gone this far, especially to you Harry. I am sorrier than you can imagine that I was not able to protect you."

Harry nodded and accepted the apology. He felt relieved to know that not everyone he trusted had been against him.

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and her voice once again became professional. "The Headmaster would also like me to speak with you about your recent bonding to Professor Snape..."

"What of it?" Ron groused. "You already said you couldn't make them undo it."

Her lips thinned but she did not reprimand Ron for impertinence. "I know you are all angry. Let me assure you I am just as angry, Mr Weasley. I have every intention to bring this to the attention of the proper authorities. The Headmaster's behaviour in this matter has been unacceptable. But I am afraid that there isn't much I can do."

"Why not?" Ron snapped.

Hermione huffed. "Because Ronald, the Ministry regards all bonds legal if they are preformed successfully. It means that the bond could not have been made if it wasn't agreed to by both parties. So in this case…it means," Hermione looked apologetically at Harry. "It means that it was consensual."

Harry glared at her. "I never agreed to have my magic bound." He ground out.

"I know you didn't." She said. "And your tea was most likely laced with lust potions. But you did agree to something, at lease enough to satisfy the spell." She held up her hands to stem off Harry's anger. "I'm not criticizing you Harry. You were manipulated by someone you thought you could trust. This is not your fault."

McGonagall cleared her throat in irritation. "As I was saying, the Headmaster wants all of you to be aware of the importance of secrecy. Despite the legitimacy of the bond, the Dark Lord is still out there. The war is still going on and this is a matter better left out of their hands. Understood?"

"Yes Ma'am" They chorused.

She nodded. "I hope you know my door is always open, to all of you. And Miss Granger, I suggest you try Kirby McCormack's book, Slavery and Bondage: Why Muggles Belong to Us. You will find it in the restricted section of the library. I'll issue you a pass."

Monday morning Harry got more looks than usual, considering people actually looked at him today. The other students were still wary, but it seemed McGonagall was right in knowing that everyone would have heard he was allowed to use his wand again. In the Great Hall the trio sat on the very end of Gryffindor table, away from the other students.

The three of them ignored the stares and whispers with practiced ease. And with a few glares no one actually directed their questions at them. But none of that prepared them for the anger that rolled off Harry when Snape entered the hall.

Harry vibrated with rage, his teeth ground together so hard his jaw ached and his knuckles turned white from where he gripped the bench. He watched hatefully as Snape made his way to the Head Table without seeming to notice the anger directed at him.

But everyone else did. This was hardly the first time the Golden Trio had shown their dislike for the Head of Slytherin, but this certainly wasn't normal anger. Speculation immediately went up, as to what had transpired this time.

Harry stood slowly and mechanically walked out of the Hall, his two friends following.

Harry ate in the kitchens after that.

Sixth year Gryffindor's had their first Potions class of the week on Wednesday's. Snape had been dreading this class all week. He hadn't seen Potter since Monday morning, but he knew from accounts from the other teachers, that the boy hadn't jumped off Gryffindor tower… yet.

He couldn't say he was particularly surprised or displeased when class started and Granger and Weasley were on their own.

He put on his 'withering glare' and sneered. "And where is Potter?"

"He's absent." Ron said with false innocence.

Snape grit his teeth. "I can see that Weasley. I asked; where is he? Ten points from Gryffindor for stupidity. It is stupidity isn't it, or have you been diagnosed with hearing loss?"

The Slytherin's snickered. Even a few Gryffindors chuckled.

Weasley surprisingly didn't even turn red. Interesting.

"Well, Sir. I don't know where he is, but I suppose you might want to ask Hermione, considering I'm rather stupid." He shrugged his shoulders.

The dratted students snickered again, this time at him.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor, Mr Weasley." He growled in a low voice. He turned his glare on Granger.

"Well don't look at me." She said. "I don't know everything."

This brought out more sniggering from the peanut gallery. "Silence!" He barked. He turned on his heel and the potion for the day appeared on the board.

Things went down hill from there.

Harry slouched in his seat. He held his wand just like Hermione had instructed, he said the charm. Nothing happened.

He clenched his fist around his wand, willing it to work. He tried again. And again he failed. Frustration welled up in the pit in his chest. He didn't know if he was on the verge of screaming or crying. Nothing worked right anymore. All of his spells were weak! He was weak!

They hadn't just bound his power, they had taken it completely.

"Squib." Malfoy snickered.

The remark was so close to Harry's thoughts, he did what he always did, he snapped. The spell took Malfoy completely off guard. The other boy stumbled back his mouth a little O of surprise. But he righted himself easily then burst out laughing.

"That was it?" He laughed. "That was all you have?"

Malfoy didn't even raise his wand to retaliate, he and his cronies just kept laughing.

Harry's vision swam with red and narrowed down, focusing on Draco Malfoy's laughing face. Before Harry knew what he was doing he had stepped forward and slammed his closed fist into the side of the Slytherin's face. Draco reeled back, his arms coming up to protect his face, his laughter abruptly cut off with a strangled yelp. His face incidentally, was where Harry wanted to do the most damage. Harry swung again and his fist connected just under the boys jaw. Then he swung again and again, both fists pounding the Slytherin to the floor.

Harry could feel hands trying to pull him away, sometimes they even succeeded, but Harry was well practiced at escaping. Hands turned into fists, and Harry found himself fighting one of Malfoy's oaf cronies. The new boy Crabbe, or maybe Goyle knew how to hit things, but the pain didn't bother Harry. In fact it pleased him and twisted his mouth into a feral grin, baring his teeth like and animal.

Finally Harry and the other boy were split apart.

"Bastard!" Goyle shouted. Yes, Harry could see it was Goyle now. "I'll fucking get you for this. Let me go!"

Harry laughed, not because it was particularly funny. He just felt good, he felt really good. He slowly righted himself and realised it must have been a spell that pulled them apart, because no one was near him. Most of his classmates were on the other side of the room staring at him with wide eyes.

Crabbe and Flitwick were crouched over Malfoy. The blond was struggling against them, alternating his shouts of pain with desperate sobs and pleads.

"Potter!" A voice growled from the doorway. Harry didn't have to turn to know it was Snape.

Harry's laughter slowly dissipated and he raised his hands peacefully. He noticed they were covered in blood. Some of it was even his. The knuckles were split open and seeping.

"Potter." Snape repeated his voice low with rage. Harry turned to look at the man with a little smile on his lips. He had never seen Snape so angry at anyone that he was actually speechless, he couldn't even insult Harry.

Harry looked Snape in the eye and his smile turned into a wicked grin. He raised his bloody hand to his mouth and began licking off the blood, never taking his eyes off Snape.

It was so disturbing; Snape took a step back before he could stop himself. It was exactly something the Dark Lord would have done. Realising he had just given ground to Potter; he squared his shoulders and took his step back. "We are going to see the Headmaster."

"Are you going to expel me, Professor?"

Snape strode forward and grabbed Harry's arm and forcibly pulled him from the room. Snape didn't say anything, he didn't yell, or rant, he just dug his fingers into Harry's arm and dragged him through the halls.

When they reached the main staircases Harry twisted suddenly. Snape's grip failed him and Harry darted down the stairs and out of sight.

Harry was perched in a window sill looking up at the stars when Snape found him. It wasn't that he thought he wouldn't be found. He just needed time to think. He needed to clear his head, because for a moment back there something in him had shifted.

Ever since this, bonding, Harry hadn't dreamt of Voldemort. It had only been a week ago, but his dreams had been frequent before the bonding. It wasn't just the dreams sent to him by the Dark Lord that had stopped, the ones where he went to Voldemort has stopped too. His visions had stopped.

When he was in those visions, he was Voldemort. He felt, and thought like Voldemort. But he had never felt like Voldemort in real life, until now.

Revelling in the blood on his hands and at the pain he had caused had been pleasurable. Just like it was in the dreams. Harry hoped that by acknowledging and questioning it meant that he wasn't about to become the next Dark Lord.

He knew his feelings weren't always as clean as they should be. He had fantasized about killing people; the people who had hurt him, mostly Vernon Dursley. And he had liked those new dreams Voldemort had sent to him. He had enjoyed Snape fucking him too, except for the bonding part.

But despite all of that, there was a line between Harry and Voldemort; it was the line Harry could not cross. It separated them like an ocean. Because though he thought about it, he could never kill someone.

No matter how much he hated Uncle Vernon, or Bellatrix LeStange, or Snape and even Voldemort, he could not kill them.

Harry knew when Snape entered the room, recognised the man's steps. Harry didn't want to see him, but he felt too tired to run anymore. He would see this to the end, however it came.

"I used to wish for someone, anyone to come and save me from the Dursleys." He said quietly.

Harry heard Snape stop several feet away from him.

"Then Hagrid came, and brought me here. It was like a dream come true. I wasn't a freak anymore, I wasn't Boy. I was a wizard.

"I had friends and the other students spoke to me. They didn't chase me or beat me. I thought; these people are different, they're like me…" Harry laughed bitterly. He turned to glare at Snape.

"But I was wrong. These people wanted to worship me then crush me, wanted to kill me, ridicule and humiliate me. These people were just as afraid, just as hateful, and just as mean. These people were monsters. They killed the family that loved me, and sent me to live with the ones who despised me. They raped me, took away my magic and told me to like it. Told me I deserved it. Told me this was right, and I was wrong."

Harry hopped off the window his face a mask of fury. "I never liked you but I did trust you."

"So dramatic." Snape said icily. "This was never about you Potter. We have all sacrificed for the war. You had become a liability, your magic was unstable."

"You could have taught me to control it!" Harry shouted.

Snape shook his head. "And we will, but you never would have learned fast enough on your own. You would have killed someone before you learned."

"You don't know that."

"I do. You are just like the Dark Lord. How many do you think he killed before he learned control, one? Two? And then what happens when the war really kicks off, and your friends are being picked off? You are going to want to know some darker curses. Then those curses lead to learning the Dark Arts."

Harry shook his head in denial.

"Of coarse it will be for a noble reason at first. Know thy enemy! Then you'll be in scrape." Snape stepped closer, his voice remained eerily calm. "And your friends will be in danger, so you'll strike with one of those spells. Maybe it will work, maybe it won't. But with your strength, more people are going to die. Is that what you want?" Snape took another step.

"I am not him." Harry hissed. "I am not you."

Faster than Harry thought possible Snape had pinned him against the hard stone wall, with his hand wrapped around Harry's throat. "You don't know me Potter."

"I know a monster when I see one." Harry said coldly. The pressure from Snape's hand increased. Harry gasped and began to struggle. He raked his nails down the front of Snape's robes. Snape pressed harder on Harry's throat, until Harry stopped hitting him and clutched at own this throat. But he didn't have the strength to pry Snapes boney fingers off.

The world started going grey and then it disappeared altogether.

Author's Notes:

So another chapter, this explains some of the reasoning behind Dumbledore and Snape's actions and Harry's power. Fear of power, is what it comes down to. They saw Harry as too young, too ignorant and too impressionable to be trusted with the kind of power he had. But there is a little more to it than that, which will come about later.

I know a lot of you were glad Snape was remorseful for what they, he had done, but years of hatred towards Harry don't just evaporate in half an hour. And whatever sympathy and shame he had felt disappeared when he finds Harry's beat the crap out of his favourite student.

As most of you guessed the tea was drugged, put that together with the wet dreams Voldemort had been sending Harry and his normal teenage hormones, Snape was easily able to bind poor Harry. That was the consensual part! Harry was hot and bothered and Snape was ready and willing. It wasn't based on deep unknown respect or love, or even attraction, just plain need.

Lastly, the bond is a lot simpler in my story than you may read in others. It's not a form of marriage, or about bringing two people together, it's not to boost their power levels, it's about binding power. It's a lock, to limit Harry's magic from being uncontrollably dangerous and powerful.

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