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.

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As I walk on through this wicked world,

Searching for light in the darkness of insanity,

I ask myself, is all hope lost?

Is there only pain, and hatred, and misery?

And as I walked on through troubled times,

My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes,

So where are the strong?

And who are the trusted?

And where is the harmony?

Sweet harmony

A Perfect Circle- Peace, Love and Understanding

Chapter 6

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On Sunday afternoon Harry left the library and walked back to the tower with an arm load of books. He may not have been doing his homework lately, or going to classes but he was learning a lot.

He turned the corner and ran into his hated bond mate. "Watch where you are going, you greasy…"

There was a red light, and then the world went black.

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Harry woke up in Snape's bed yet again. He growled and threw the blankets off and stormed from the room. Quite relieved to see that he wasn't naked this time and the dungeon chambers were empty. Harry pulled on his shoes and his school robe and left, muttering under his breath.

He stopped in the nearest lavatory to relieve himself. Realising that not only was his bladder full, but he was also starving. Harry wondered how long he had been out, and what Snape had done to him.

Standing in front of the bank of mirrors over the sinks, Harry peeled of his clothes and inspected his body. The scratches down his back twinged but they were days old. There didn't seem to be any new marks on him.

Though, if he were honest with himself he knew Snape wouldn't touch him like that while he was out cold. There would be no satisfaction from it, or humiliation and Snape was all about humiliation.

But there was something different. Harry touched his neck and leaned closer to the mirror. A leather band was wrapped around his neck. How had he not noticed it immediately? Nevertheless, he couldn't seem to get it off. There was no clasp or knot to untie.

Abruptly Harry stood back with a horrified light in his eyes. Quickly he donned his clothes and left the toilets.

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Impatiently Harry paced the common room waiting for his friends to return from class. After the bell rang the portrait opened and students poured in to the common room. The younger students took one look at Harry Potter and skittered up to their dorms as fast as they could.

"Hey Harry, are you alright?" Seamus asked, followed by Dean and Neville.

"Do I look alright?" Harry ground out between clenched teeth, glaring at his dorm mates.

"Harry, don't take your anger out on them." Hermione chided.

Harry turned to her and missed the relieved looks on the other sixth year boy's faces. Harry walked over to his two friends and dragged them back out of the Tower.

They walked quickly to the room of requirement without saying anything. Hermione and Ron both knew better than to start asking questions out in the open, where anyone might hear them.

Tentatively Hermione and Ron sat on the couch provided, while Harry took deep calming breaths. Then he pulled down his shirt, exposing the leather band.

"I woke up and found this on me. I went straight to Dumbledore. He said it's to stop me from hurting Snape. He called it a restraining collar."

"Oh Harry!" Hermione gasped. "They didn't!"

Harry nodded.

"They collared you!" Ron hissed. "How can they keep rationalizing these things to themselves?"

Hermione inspected the leather and cast a few spells on it. "They've twisted Harry out of proportion in their minds. Dumbledore keeps looking at Harry and seeing Tom Riddle."

"But I'm not him." Harry said. "I've never been like him."

"You're nothing like Voldemort." Hermione agreed calmly. "But even you said there were similarities between you and the Tom Riddle of old."

"When I was twelve!" Harry snapped.

"Dumbledore's gone senile." Ron said flatly. "That's obvious now. He may have been crazy before, but he's gone too far. We can't trust him anymore. If he thinks that binding you up like a squib is perfectly okay."

"What we need," Hermione added, "is your magic back."

She stepped back and put her hands on her hips. "You have to keep trying to switch the bond Harry. I don't care what you have to do, but we will break this bond. They will rue the day they thought they could get away with this!"

Harry let out a deep breath, feeling relived that both his friends were on his side. He tugged at the collar. "But what do I do about this? I can't curse Snape, and now I can't fight back."

"Do whatever you have to, to stay on top." Hermione said with a blush. "Do things, that Snape wouldn't want you doing. Do things that undermine his authority over you."

"What like fuck him? But I can't even think straight with those lust potions."

She shook her head helplessly.

An evil smirk, that would have made the twins proud, spread across Ron's face. "Mates, I have an idea!"

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Harry felt exhausted. He was tired of being used and betrayed. He was tired of being angry and afraid. He wanted this to end; he wanted to be himself again.

The floor seeped cold through his robes and trousers and into his skin as he sat on the floor in Moaning Myrtles bathroom. He cast another warming spell on the tile and sighed.

The door swung open and Harry looked up from his knees to see Draco Malfoy walk in to the girl's bathroom.

"Lost Malfoy?" Harry snapped.

Draco stood frozen to the spot, looking like a deer in the headlights. He took a step back as if he would flee, but turned around and faced Harry.

Harry watched calmly as Malfoy pulled his wand and advanced a few feet from his spot on the floor.

"Get up." Malfoy ordered.

Harry didn't move.

"Fine! Stay on the floor like a coward. I'll curse you anyway."

Harry planted his hands on the floor and slowly rose. He wasn't quite as tall as Malfoy, but he didn't have to look up at the boy either. He just stared with empty eyes from under his black hair. "Do it." Harry hissed. "Curse me. Hurt me."

Draco gritted his teeth and straightened his arm, but no spell came bounding forth. Harry took a step forward and then another, until Malfoy's wand touched his chest. "Do it."

"What is wrong with you Potter?" Draco snarled and dropped his arm. "What happened to you?"

Harry turned his back on the Slytherin and leaned over the sinks. Draco shuffled his feet nervously, both wanting to get away from Harry and to see if he would answer.

Eventually Harry looked up and their eyes met in the mirror. "Malfoy, would you deliver a message for me?"

Draco scoffed at the enquiry. Like he, Draco Malfoy would do something so lowly…

"Would you give Voldemort a message from me?"

That stopped the blood in his veins. Draco glanced about, looking for the rest of the trio, or perhaps Dumbledore.

"No one's here but you and me." Harry said. Harry turned and faced the blond. "Tell him…tell him what you see."

"What?" Draco's brow creased. "And what do I see?"

Harry lifted his chin and pulled down the neck of his robe, exposing the leather collar which was fixed around his neck and the dark bite mark on his collar bone. "Do you understand Malfoy? Do you see what they've done?"

Draco's mouth fell open as realisation dawned on him. "Dumbledore's bound your magic."

Harry let his hands drop, the mark and collar disappearing under his robe.

"To who?" Draco asked incredulously. A puzzled look crossed Malfoy's face, which then turned to surprise. "Snape."

"Bingo!" Harry took a step forward and fisted his hand in Draco's robe. Draco flinched and raised his wand. Harry ignored the wand and whispered hoarsely. "Help me."

Draco's hand wavered. "Why should I?"

"Help me, and I'll help you."

"I don't need…"

Harry kissed him hard on the mouth drowning out his words. Draco pushed them apart. "What the fuck Potter?"

"You want to be on the winning side don't you? I can fight Voldemort. And I can win. But I need my magic back. And you can help me."

Draco tried to push Harry's grip from his robes, but couldn't. It wasn't that Harry was stronger. They were both of a similar build. They were both seekers. But Harry's eyes were bright and intense. It was like pushing against a great force. There was more of Harry, which had nothing to do with physical bodies.

"Release me."

Harry smiled coyly. "Release you from what?"

"Potter…"

Harry pulled their bodies together. "I promise it will feel good." He whispered hotly.

Draco swallowed hard.

"You have nothing to loose and you know it."

"My father…the Dark Lord will kill me." Draco whispered.

"I will protect you. I give you my word." Harry pressed his lips to Draco's soft red ones and this time Draco let him.

Inside Harry was cackling with joy. Soon Harry would have his magic back and Snape would find out just what it was like to live like a squib.

Harry pushed Draco up against the stalls and expertly unbuttoned Malfoy's shirt and ran his fingernails down the blond's chest. He felt Draco tense and pull back. Harry ignored Draco's apprehension and continued to kiss him, until Draco was moaning into his mouth.

Panting, Draco pushed against Harry's shoulders. "Here? We're doing this here?"

Harry growled. "What are you, a girl?"

Draco pushed Harry again, with anger in his eyes. "Fuck off."

"Close." Harry smirked. He closed the gap between them and plunged his tongue deep into Draco's mouth. Again Draco became a pliable body beneath him. Harry manoeuvred them over to the basins and turned Draco to face the mirror's as he undid Draco's belt and fly.

Harry pressed against Malfoy's back, and slid his hand down the front of Draco's trousers and watched as Draco closed his eyes tightly in the mirror. It was strangely erotic to watch Malfoy squirm as Harry rubbed him. But Harry made sure that Malfoy enjoyed it. It didn't take long at all before Malfoy was panting and thrusting into Harry's hands.

Draco was too wrapped up in pleasure to notice one of Harry's hands leave him and undo his own trousers. Nor did he notice that his own trousers had fallen to his knees.

Snape had never used a spell on Harry, to take the pain away, but Hermione had insisted he use one on Malfoy. After all he wasn't trying to hurt the Slytherin…or at least not this Slytherin.

Harry thrust into the other boy in one fluid motion. Through the mirror Harry watched as Draco's eyes snapped open in shock. Malfoy gasped and tried to pull away, but Harry had him firmly pressed to the sinks.

"Does it hurt?"

Draco's eyes met Harry's; he abruptly closed his mouth and shook his head. He bent over the counter and buried his face in his arms, adjusting his legs wider apart. Harry smiled, this was a better angle. With one hand he stroked Draco back to hardness and with his other hand on Malfoy's hip he pulled out and thrust back in, slowly at first then faster.

Harry watched himself pound in and out of Draco in the mirror, and it only made him harder and hotter. Intense heat pooled in his stomach and wrapped around the base of his spine. For a moment he wondered what it would be like to fuck Snape.

Then Harry hit that spot deep inside the other boy and Draco moaned. Harry smirked and stroked that spot again with hard thrusts. Malfoy didn't make another sound, though Harry was sure he wasn't as humiliated as he made himself seem. If the small thrust's Draco made, pushing Harry deeper into him were anything to go by, and the way his hands fisted in his sleeves.

Draco came first and shuddered against Harry's hand, pushing him over the edge. He lost all rhythm, grinding himself in ragged thrusts. His spine bowed and he threw his head back as he came deep inside Draco Malfoy.

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Harry was tightening his belt, watching as Draco fixed his tie in the mirror. Harry had thought Draco would bolt the moment it was over, but again he was surprised by the Slytherin.

A loud bang startled the two boys. Harry pulled his wand and spun in one motion but before he could even confront the commotion he was hauled back by his hair. The sharp pain brought tears to his eyes.

Snape had arrived.

Harry dropped his wand and tried to pry Snape's fist from his hair.

"Potter." Snape hissed dangerously.

Through watery eyes Harry caught their reflection in the mirror behind a very frightened Draco. Snape had one fist knotted tightly in Harry's hair; the other held Malfoy at wand point.

"Sir, I can explain…" Draco stammered.

"Shut up." Snape barked.

Harry had never seen Snape so livid, or Malfoy so scared for that matter. Briefly his eyes met Draco's and Harry couldn't resist a cold smile. Slowly Harry let go of Snape's hand and let his arms fall to his sides. Time for part two of Ron's plan.

Harry rammed his elbow into Snape's stomach. The man gasped and bent over. A sharp pain shot through Harry's temples, the side effect of the collar.

"Run!" Harry shouted. Draco didn't even hesitate, he saw the opening and he took it. Harry was not so lucky; Snape hadn't released his hold on his hair. But a moment later something in both Harry and Snape lurched and dropped both of them to the floor.

Harry clutched at his chest as the bond started to turn to him.

"No!" Snape gasped. "No!"

Something heavy hit the side of Harry's head and sent him sprawling across the tile floor. Dazed Harry blinked as the bathroom swam in his vision. Tentatively he touched his temple; there was blood on his fingers.

Harry started to laugh. "Oh, you bastard. You hit me."

"You belong to me! You don't get to fuck anyone else. Do you understand?"

Harry looked over at him. There were actually two Snapes, and neither was sitting still. "I understand you." Harry said.

Snape growled, knowing Harry hadn't acceded. He had to make Harry see that is was futile to fight, Dumbledore would never let Snape fail because the old man believed what he had done was for the greater good. "I will always win Harry, because I have to."

"No, no you don't get to say that. You had a choice! You chose this! I didn't. And I do not choose to be bound to you. I won't stop fighting you and there is nothing you can do to stop me. Eventually you will loose."

"You've already lost Potter."

"That's what Voldemort thought too. And every time he was wrong."

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Author's Note:

I hope you all liked it. It was about time Harry threw a major wrench into their plans.

This chapter illustrates, that Harry isn't going to back down to Snape or Dumbledore, in fact he's willing to do pretty much anything to switch the bond. And I know it's a bit out of character for Draco to be used like that, especially after Harry beat him up in front their friends, but Draco is a fairly submissive character, and Harry has dominated him enough to be able to use him.

Ron on the other hand is brilliant. I always abhor how the books and other writers over look him. He may be a slacker but he is also a chess genius! And his entire family is intelligent and magically powerful, why should he be left out?

In the next chapter Harry will reap the consequences of his actions, and as usual Snape will pay the price.

Please Review, there are only two chapters left to go!!