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, Violenceand 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.

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Clever got me this far

Then tricky got me in

Eye on what I'm afterI don't need another friend

Smile and drop the cliche

'Till you think I'm listening I

take just what I came for

Then I'm out the door again

A Perfect Circle- The Package

Chapter 5

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Harry woke feeling a little dizzy. He was lying in an unfamiliar bed, but through the open door he recognised Snape's chambers.

Harry jumped out of the bed and crossed the room. Then he realised he was naked. He turned back to grab his clothes and came face to face with Snape.

"Going somewhere?" Snape smirked.

"Where are my clothes?" Harry ground out.

Snape's smirk widened. "They were filthy. So I sent them to the elves to be cleaned. Really, Potter, you should take better care of your belongings."

"Bastard!" Harry raised his hand to smack the Potions Master.

Snape grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back. "This is quickly becoming irritating, boy."

"Let me go." Harry snapped.

Snape pulled up on Harry's arm and he gasped in pain. A small vial was poured into Harry's open mouth, he gagged and tried to spit it out but Snape had dropped the vial and covered Harry's mouth. "Be a good boy and swallow."

Harry tried not to, but as air became more important his body betrayed him and the potion went down. Snape released him and he fell to the floor gasping for breath.

Once Harry's breathing slowed, he noticed Snape was undressing. The man was sitting on the edge of the bed taking off his boots. His robes and shirt were already off, leaving him bare-chested.

One boot, then the other fell to the floor. Harry watched as those long fingers pulled off a belt, and began to undo the button fly. Snape stood and slid the dark brown pants off his slim hips to pool on the floor.

Harry didn't even realise he had moved, until he was standing in front of Snape. Harry ran his eyes down between their bodies, seeing their erections; he couldn't help but press himself into that hard taut body. He ground himself against Snape and the man moaned.

They fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and lips. Sharp fingers raked down Harry's back, he arched and sank his teeth into Snape's shoulder. Snape bucked under him with pleasure.

Pleased with himself Harry chuckled darkly. The sound brought Snape back to his senses, just enough to know he was loosing control to the pleasure. But it was hard to think when Harry kept moving like that, and that wicked little tongue was dancing along his jaw and into his mouth.

The boy was utterly intoxicating. He wanted more.

Harry was flipped onto his stomach and memories of the last time this happened roared in his ears. He wanted to be fucked, his body wanted to be pounded into the mattress, he wanted to bleed. He arched his back invitingly.

Obligingly Snape pushed himself in to the hilt. Harry screamed and bucked against the pain. Snape gave him no time to adjust, and began thrusting fast and hard, until Harry's pain melted into pleasure.

Hot hands reached around and pumped him hard, twisting and pulling. Harry arched back into Snape's thrust's and slammed forward into Snape's hands. Heat stretched and wrapped around the base of his spine. Frantically he lost the rhythm, his back arched and Snape went stiff.

They both collapsed in a boneless heap on the bed. The potion haze was lifting from his mind. He felt raw and empty.

"I hate you." Harry panted.

Snape nuzzled into Harry's damp hair. Indifferently he said. "Go to sleep or leave."

Harry couldn't decide which was worse; fleeing in humiliation or falling asleep in the arms of the man he hated more than Voldemort.

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Harry was in a foul mood after his latest encounter with Snape. The Headmaster kept reminding him that he the bond wouldn't let Snape truly hurt him. Being strangled until he passed out and drugged into having sex with a man he didn't want to have sex with seemed like a pretty thin line.

Harry had officially quit Potions. Auror apprenticeship be damned. He was not going to give Snape the satisfaction of torturing him in class as well as out. McGonagall hadn't even argued, she just nodded and took him off the roster.

All of his other classes suffered as well. His 'attitude' was loosing Gryffindor house points daily and his inattention had garnered him plenty of detentions. Dumbledore informed him that because of the bond, the other teachers would not be punishing him.

Harry had pushed his luck, until he discovered that what Dumbledore meant was that all of his detentions were to be served by Snape. Not that he planned to go. What could they do? Give him more detentions, for not showing up to the original ones?

Besides, Harry thought, what could they do that was worse than what they had already done?

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Hermione, Ron and Harry sat at a table in the corner of the common room, an open book between them and a strong silencing charm courtesy of Hermione.

"So there's no way to break the bond?" Ron repeated.

Hermione looked disappointed. "Not that I've found. At least not without killing Snape and even then, Harry might die with him. But it say's here, that the bond is flexible."

"This is good news I presume?" Harry asked gruffly. He tried to swallow his temper; it wasn't their fault he was bound to Snape. They had been really supportive and helpful to him. Harry didn't want to take any of his anger out on them, even unintentionally.

It seemed like they were all he had left.

"Yes. While I discovered that most bonds can be broken, there are a few that are meant to be permanent. Unfortunately this is one of those. And this bond is rather severe in its limitations; it is usually used as a controlling factor to bind a rampant personality or a volatile magical core, or to combat against infidelity in pureblood marriages, all sorts of things that are meant to be forever. But all of these bonds run on the same basic principle, that one person has control over the other."

"Snape isn't the boss of me!" Harry griped and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Exactly!" Hermione beamed triumphantly.

"What? Hermione, you are making no sense again." Ron whinged.

"If Snape was in complete control of Harry, he would be able to reign in more than his magic. As far as I know he should be able to dominate Harry completely. But he hasn't! He can't!"

"Why not?" Harry asked, semi curious.

"Because you are strong, Harry." Hermione said. "Harry listen to me, if you are stronger than Professor Snape, if you don't let him have any authority over you, then he's not in control…you are. If you are dominate enough, the bond will switch over to you."

"You mean Harry would be Snape's master?" Ron sat up straight.

"Essentially…Yes."

They all shared a look.

Harry gave them an evil smirk. "Perhaps I will go to detention tonight."

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Harry knocked briskly and entered before Snape could answer. Snape looked up angrily, his scowl only deepening when he saw who it was.

"On time for once Potter. Should I award points?" Snape scathed.

Harry shut the door and smiled unpleasantly. "You could never bend your pride long enough to give me house points."

Snape raised and eyebrow. "Ten points from Gryffindor for insulting a professor."

"See." Harry said and walked up to Snape's desk.

Snape ignored Harry's comment and went back to grading papers. Idly he remarked. "This is the seventh detention you've received this week, Potter. You don't do your homework, or participate in class. Your attention wanders and you are mouthing off to every teacher in this school, except perhaps McGonagall. Soon you are going to have no allies left, if you keep this up. And since all your punishment's fall to me to mete out, I am becoming quite annoyed."

Snape flinched when hands slid down his chest. He hadn't noticed that Harry had come around the desk and was now standing behind his chair. It made the hair on the back of his neck rise. Harry Potter was not someone he wanted at his back where he couldn't see him.

But those hands felt nice running up and down his chest.

"Potter what are you doing?"

"What?" Harry asked innocently. "Is this inappropriate?"

Harry pressed his lips to the man's ear and licked and nipped his way down the prickly jaw. Snape was staying very still beneath Harry's ministrations. Slowly Harry pulled his hands up the rough wool fabric and rested his hands lightly on the man's broad shoulders. Then he dug his fingers into the cloth and the flesh underneath, finding the bite wound he had left there the other night.

Snape's entire body jerked and he hissed in pain. But Harry held him firmly in the chair. "Where do you think you're going, Professor?" Harry whispered hotly into Snape's ear.

Snape pressed his wand under Harry's chin; it was an awkward angle, but no less threatening. Harry released his grip and ran his hands up the man's neck with his finger nails, and into his lank black hair. "What's the matter Snape? I thought you liked a little pain?"

"Sit down Potter, before I curse you."

Harry took a deep breath and abruptly pushed away and headed for the door. He paused with his hand on the handle and turned. "Just remember Snape, you asked for this."

Harry darted out and slammed the door behind him, just as a hex hit the door.

Harry strode down the passage glaring at any Slytherins he met. They moved aside to let him pass. Before, it would have made him angry to see the fear in his classmate's eyes. He didn't even have access to his magic and they still feared him. But he shrugged off the annoyance; his anger had a new target.

He looked down at his hand. Blood tinged his fingers red.

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Author's Note's:

So to answer a few questions that came up in the reviews.

No Snape is not evil, and neither is Dumbledore, hell I'm not even sure Voldemort is evil in this story. They are Harry's foes for the moment, and that makes conflict between them and Harry. But don't worry too much about Snape's nastiness, he will be redeemed and all will be resolved.

This is this NOT a love story, or even a romantic one, but it does have a happy ending.

Voldemort will be back and probably not how you think (or maybe exactly how you think). Voldemort understands something none of the other characters have figured out yet, and he's going to want to point it out to them, preferably with pointy sticks, fire and mayhem.

Stay tuned, because' the next few chapters get really interesting! Review PLEASE!!