My mate
Chapter 9
Paybacks a bitch and what happening
Ron Weasley smirked as he did moves on his broom, looking at it lovingly as he rode it. He had James Potter's broom; finally, something had come of befriending Harry Potter. He and Sirius were getting along great, he was glad Harry was not there to ruin it. He would eventually be brought to Grimmauld Place again, he knew that but he was going to spend as much time with Sirius as he could before then.
Sirius was so cool, telling him about the Marauders escapades, giving him potions to brew that were pranks. Like changing your hair colours and everything, and they were easy to make. He could not wait until they were back at Hogwarts, and test out the potions on the slimy Slytherin's.
The werewolf incident was his favourite story; Sirius had nearly gotten rid of one of the Death Eaters. However, James had gotten the Slytherin away before anything could happen. Remus could have been hurt if it had not been for James putting the Slytherin boy out. He was sure Harry was having a laugh at what his Godfather had done too.
Everyone knew Ron was in the Order, as was Harry's other friend Hermione Granger. It had been easy to sway her, books and a few words from the great Albus Dumbledore she agreed. Greed and fame was all they cared about. Moulding them from the age of eleven, they now believed what they were doing were right.
Ron was probably the one that got the most from befriending Harry, however, if it had not been from the leeway he got for being Harry's friend, being in the Order or getting the money, he would not have stayed Harry Potter's friend.
The only draw back was that he still had to wear his hand me down clothes, but he had gotten a new broom with the money. It was not the best but still it was a broom, he had an older one but more famous broom in his hand. James Potter's broom. He had gotten it from Sirius, and he now wished Sirius was his Godfather, he was cool.
He knew Harry would be coming soon, he wished he wasn't, he would not get to spend all day with Sirius. Well he would have to, otherwise he would explode. He really did hate Harry, he had no other reason apart from that Harry had everything he wanted. Money, fame, great godfather he had everything Ron wanted. His father was a famous Quidditch player and Auror, and his father was… well stuck in a Muggle office. It was an embarrassment, when he grew older he was going to be a Quidditch star and he was going to have lots of children. He would get his wish, he was going to be a star, and Harry would be pushed aside.
Still flying around, he flew higher and higher loving the air going around him. However, that did not last long all of a sudden he was gripping on to nothing. Screaming, he tried to reach for a broom that was no longer there. Almost clawing at the air, screaming hoping someone would hear him. However, they were not quick enough; he was painfully introduced to the ground.
A dozen cracks were heard, he screamed out in utter agony, god he had never hurt more in his life. His arm felt broken, his ribs and oh gods, he could not feel one of his legs. He whimpered and curled up into himself, he wished and prayed that he was fixable or he was done for. All his dreams would be swept from right under him. He soon fell unconscious from all the pain.
"Ron!" shrieked Hermione screaming. "HELP!"
"RON" shouted Molly shocked.
"GET SOME POTIONS RON HAS BEEN HURT!" shouted Molly, to everyone when she got outside to see what on earth happened. She had assumed the worst when Hermione and screeched and saw her worst fears coming to life.
Everyone in the Order was out the back of Grimmauld Place within minutes. Giving him potions, they stabilized him before getting Poppy over, she healed him within a couple of hours. She told them he would be all right and then left back to her hospital wing.
"Well, we will delay Harry's return to Grimmauld place; he will just be picked up about two weeks until its time to go to Hogwarts. Give time for Ron to heal properly, and get everything back to normal. Now, what on earth happened out there, Hermione?" asked Dumbledore sitting at the head of the table.
"Well I did not see anything, I just came out after hearing Ron scream, he was falling from the sky. He was out on his broom," said Hermione frowning.
"I see, get Fred and George over here Molly" said Dumbledore a disappointed frown on his face.
"Of course Albus" said Molly looking angry at what could only be the twins.
"Fred, George. Get over here now!" snapped Molly.
"What?" They both asked as they apparated into the house.
"What did you do to Ron's broom?" she snapped.
"What happened? Is Ron alright?" asked Fred looking white fearing the worst.
"Fred your brother has been hurt badly, broken leg, arm and ribs falling from his broom. Now did you have something to do with this?" asked Dumbledore looking right at them.
"No professor we didn't." said Fred, Dumbledore could see the truth he nodded giving them permission to leave.
"Wonder what happened." said Fred apparating back to their joke shop.
"Yeah me too." said George.
"I just hope the broom has snapped or something, he doesn't deserve it, I can't believe Sirius did that. Harry has nothing of his fathers apart from the cloak. If I did not know better I would think Sirius did not give a fuck about Harry," said Fred.
"Yeah, there is nothing we can do, apart from watch and see what the hell is going on," said George.
"Come on lets get the shop open" said Fred.
"If it was not Fred and George, who could it be?" asked Hermione still frowning.
"Sirius, can I speak to you please?" said Dumbledore's voice booming through Grimmauld Place.
"What is the matter, Albus?" asked Sirius coming in.
"Did you prank the broom?" asked the headmaster.
"What broom?" asked Sirius frowning.
"Ron's broom, the one you gave Ron" said Dumbledore.
"No, there is no prank on the broom, I would not do that to Ron, what happened?" asked Sirius looking worried.
"Ron is hurt, he broke a leg arm, and some ribs, he lost a good bit of blood too" said the headmaster. He knew Sirius was telling the truth, he just did not understand. If they did not then who did?
"I'm going to see if he is ok," said Sirius leaving. He was worried about Ron.
"What's going on?" asked Hermione looking at Dumbledore as though he had the answers.
"We will need to wait until Ron is awake I'm afraid." said the headmaster sadly.
"I hope he is ok, I'm joining Sirius." said Hermione.
"Very well." said the headmaster he had a puzzle to solve.
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"Severus! You won't believe what I have just found," said Draco, rushing to Severus' side.
"What?" asked Severus curiously.
"Your mate is the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived!" said Draco smirking.
"What?" asked Severus' snatching the paper out of Draco's hands.
Reading it all the colour drained from his face, of course, Harry had given him clues the whole time. He was so stupid to never have realized this, growling he was going to have some serious conversations with his mate when they met again tonight. Unbelievable, his mate defeated the Darkest Lord the world has ever seen at one and a half years old. His mate was powerful, his mate was abused, and his mate was used. His mate wanted away from the war, his mate could not get away from the war. Voldemort and Dumbledore will always be after him, he would never find peace unless he ended the war.
"Dear Merlin." said Severus, slumping on the nearest seat.
"That's what I thought," said Draco as his excitement began to wear off.
- Later that night -
"Harry," said Severus softly, no swords to be seen.
"Hey, where are the swords?" asked Harry he had been training for a week now, and being fed properly he was building muscles up, and gaining much needed weight.
"We won't be using them tonight, were you ever going to tell me the truth about yourself?" asked Severus sitting down. Here he was thinking his mate had trusted him, obviously not.
"What do you mean?" asked Harry having a funny feeling he knew where this conversation was going.
"That you were the boy who lived, you are the one abused, and you are the one the light side was using. You are that powerful that you could defeat the Darkest Lord the world has seen since Grindelwald," said Severus throwing the paper at him.
"Wow," was all Harry said shocked, as he read the paper. He had not known that fact at all.
"You've never read that have you?" stated Severus.
"No, I was one years old when it happened I could hardly pop the paper up on the table and read it, I can't believe it, Voldemort was worse and more powerful than Grindelwald, that means I must have been more powerful than Dumbledore at the age of one" said Harry still in awe. Severus had smirked at Harry's sarcasm not at all offended, he knew Harry was becoming like that because of him - but Harry wasn't anywhere near as bad as him because he Severus Snape was the king of sarcasm.
"You have no idea just how powerful you are do you? You came of age much earlier than you should have." said Severus.
"What do you mean?" asked Harry.
"You came of magic early at sixteen, you should have when you were seventeen, you are my mate, I was destined to get you when you turned that seventeen" said Severus.
"That's why you were shocked when I told you I'm sixteen," said Harry remembering Severus' shocked look.
"That's right," said Severus nodding.
"What's a mate?" asked Harry innocently.
Harry was completely clueless in that area or department, Severus blushed but it was not seen for the tan he supported. His mate was clueless, gods; this was going to be harder than he thought to keep his hands to himself.
There we go! what did you think of that? R&R plz