Unwanted Bonds Chapter 14

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Chapter 14

Christmas holiday, not something Harry had ever looked forward to before. There were obvious reasons why he never liked the holiday during his childhood; his first year at Hogwarts, the first Dursley free Christmas was one that Harry was never going to forget. Although the novelty of not being at the Dursley’s for his holiday had worn off slightly, he still loved staying at Hogwarts for the week.

This year, however, Harry could say he was nearly as excited as he had been his first Christmas at the castle; though he couldn’t say that he got anything productive done. But that was okay, because what made this Christmas so precious for Harry was that he got to spend it with his Godfather.

Dumbledore had allowed Sirius to stay in school, as long as he was not seen by the other students who were also staying. And Harry couldn’t have been happier, even if he had to remain in bed for the first two days to ensure that his cold didn’t get any worse. Even then he still had Sirius for company.

As for Sirius, he was just glad to be out of the house that he had been cooped up in for months. Though there were always plenty of people around, Sirius still managed to find himself alone in the large house most of the time, unless Remus was visiting. But this week, he was free, and determinant to spend time with Harry, getting to know his godson; something that had been denied him time and time again. Even being out of prison he had not had the time to just sit and talk with Harry.

So for the first two days, that’s what they did. Sirius kept Harry company while the boy had to remain in bed under the watchful eyes of both Blaise and Draco. But for all Harry’s complaining about not being able to get up, Sirius noticed that he was enjoying the attention from the other two boys.

When Sirius and Harry talked. Harry would talk about school and what he liked; though even if Sirius asked him, Harry didn’t say much about the bond he was now in with Blaise and Draco. Sirius wondered if it was because Harry didn’t know much about it, or if he truly didn’t want to talk about it. Either way the conversation would change quickly from there, either over to Quidditch or what subjects Harry liked best in school, simple things that Harry had never been able to talk to Sirius about. Or any grown up for that matter.

Sirius also noticed that Harry avoided talking about his home life, even more then he avoided talking about the bond. “It’s not that bad.” was the only answer Sirius could ever get from Harry when he asked.

Blaise and Draco didn’t keep their distance over those first few days that Harry and Sirius spent together, but they did try to give the two of them some privacy. Both of the Slytherins seemed to realize how important it was for Harry to spend time with his Godfather; even though Blaise didn’t trust the man, and Draco didn’t much care for him either, neither of them said anything against him, just glad that at least the crazy man wasn’t staying in their rooms with them.


It had taken several days before Blaise was satisfied that Harry wasn’t going to fall sick again, and that he was well enough to be allowed out of bed. However, it was just three days before the end of the holidays for Harry to finally be up to actually going outside. In celebration of this regained freedom, Harry and Sirius had decided to go down to the Quidditch pitch and, if they were lucky, they hoped to be able to do some flying, so long as no one else was around to see Sirius.

There was a soft knock on Harry’s door as Harry pulled his shirt on, getting dressed to go meet with Sirius outside. “Who is it?” he called out, quickly buttoning up his shirt and started to hunt for his Weasley jumper that he had gotten for Christmas.

“It’s Draco, may I come in?” the blond asked.

“Draco? What do you want?” Harry asked, pulling stuff out of his trunk trying to find where the jumper had landed.

“It is very inconvenient to have a conversation through the door,” Draco replied.

“Oh, sorry,” Harry said, as he hurried over and opened the door, letting the blond boy in.

Draco stepped passed Harry and looked around the room, taking note of the things that had just been tossed out of Harry’s trunk, and were now spread across the floor. “You really should organize your things better,” Draco commented as he turned to face Harry.

“Did you really just came in here to criticize how I keep my room?” Harry asked crossing his arms over his chest.

“Uh, no, not really. I was just saying that it is easier to find things if they’re organised,” Draco pointed out.

“Now you’re starting to sound like Hermione,” Harry said, rolling his eyes and going back to looking for his jumper under the bed. Draco watched with curiosity as Harry actually crawled under the bed, obviously looking for something.

“Ha! Found it!” Harry announced suddenly and he came out, pulling the Weasley jumper with him. Shaking it out a couple times to get rid of any dust that it might have collected from under the bed, Harry pulled it on. And Draco shuddered at the thought of anything like that ever touching his skin.

“So, was there something you wanted?” Harry asked looking at Draco.

“I wanted to ask if you would like to join Blaise and I for dinner on New Year’s Eve?” Draco asked. Harry stared at Draco; that was a question he hadn’t expected.

“Dinner? With you two?” Harry asked with a frown, whirling that idea around in his head. “Why?” was the only thing Harry could really think of to say. Things were better with the three of them, but in Harry’s opinion, they were a long way from having a special dinner together.

“Do I have to go into full details? Or would it be better if I just gave you the short version?” Draco asked smirking a little at the confused look on Harry’s face.

“Short version is fine,” Harry said slowly, keen to get going so that he could enjoy as much time outside with his Godfather as possible. “But I may ask for the full details after, if I am not satisfied with what you tell me,” Harry admitted unapologetically.

“Full version then,” Draco said with a sigh; he wasn’t about to repeat the whole thing twice and would rather just explain fully now. “You Blaise and I are all bonded together, and, as far as we know, there is nothing we can do to change this any time soon, if ever,” Draco began, and Harry was surprised at how the blond just jumped right into the explanation like that. It hadn’t even been a week since Draco had opened the bond fully, and Harry hadn’t even put much thought into it, but apparently Draco had.

“Because of this,” Draco continued, “I think it best that you and I should make more of an attempt at doing more than just tolerating each other. I thought all three of us having dinner together would be a good start,” Draco explained; though this was only part of it. He still had to break the news to Harry that they would be dining with Draco’s mother.

“Oh, well. Um. Okay then,” Harry said, a little surprised that Draco was managing to be so reasonable about the whole situation; he actually felt a little guilty that he had been avoiding thinking about the bond, but he was willing to try and make this work, particularly if Blaise and Draco were prepared to put some effort into it.

“There’s more,” Draco said, as Harry turned to reach for his shoes, thinking that they were done talking. “We will also be having dinner with my mother,” he said when Harry turned to him with a questioning expression. “She has already sent the portkey that will take us to the restaurant that she has reservations at,” Draco continued, watching Harry; he couldn’t quite read the other boy’s expression, but he felt his emotions flare almost instantly. Draco felt for a moment that perhaps he should have had Blaise there as well.

“So it won’t be just you and Blaise I will be having dinner with?” Harry asked, but he didn’t even give Draco a chance to respond before he adamantly said, “I can’t go.” Harry shook his head. He did like Draco’s idea; if they were going to be stuck together, they might as well find a way to live with each other; but to have dinner with Draco’s mother… He shook his head harder.

“No, I can’t do it. Draco, it’s a good idea, and I do want to try harder to get along with you and Blaise,” he said, not wanting the blond to think that he was just being difficult, or pushing them away after all the progress that the three of them had been making. “But your parents HATE me,” he went on, “and even if the bond would prevent you from handing me over to Voldemort, what’s to stop your mother carting me off to that mad man?” Harry’s thoughts seemed to go downhill from there, though he didn’t voice any of them; it just seemed to hit him that, because of the bond, Harry was effectively cutting Draco off from his parents. Sure, they might support Voldemort, and Lucius was an evil bastard at the best of times, but they loved their son. And now, because of him, Draco had practically lost both is parents.

Draco had no clue what Harry was thinking, but he could feel Harry’s rising panic, and there was sadness and guilt there too; the other boy was working himself up over nothing. Moving forward Draco put one hand on Harry’s shoulder and the other under his chin, he lifted Harry’s head. “Look at me Harry,” he said firmly, and green eyes looked up into ice blue ones.

“You need to calm down,” Draco said sternly. “Try not to over think things before I can explain. My father will not be there, it is just my mother. And she does not support the Dark Lord, she never has.” Draco ensured that his voice remained soft, and kept Harry’s attention on him. The smaller boy had already worked himself up, and it would take more than this to calm him down; but Draco was glad that at least it wasn’t getting worse.

“She will support whatever decision I have made,” Draco informed him. “And by accepting the bond between us, I can no longer take the Dark Mark. She will be more happy, then anything else, that you have helped put a wall between the Dark Lord and me. It is also best that my mother knows about the bond between us, because then it will be easier to explain to her why I am unable return home any more.” Draco said hoping that Harry would be able to understand better now.

“So, I won’t be handed off to a mad man?” Harry asked. “You absolutely sure?”

“You will not be handed off to anyone, Harry,” Draco said, still looking Harry directly in the eye as he spoke. “I promise; neither I, nor Blaise, will allow that,” Draco told him, smiling when he felt Harry start to relax.

Harry let out a heavy sigh and lowered his head. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I didn’t mean to overreact like that…”

“Overreacting is kind of what you do though,” Blaise said from the doorway; both Harry and Draco turned quickly towards the door, surprised by the interruption. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I felt your magic flaring up, and thought I better come see what Draco had done to you now,” Blaise explained; he was only teasing and Draco knew that, but Harry apparently hadn’t picked up on it.

“Draco didn’t do anything!” Harry said quickly, not wanting Blaise to get upset with Draco when they had actually been managing pretty well on their own for once. “He was just telling me about dinner plans for New Year’s Eve and…that his mother would be there, and well…” Harry tried explaining, not wanting to go into too much detail about what had been going through his mind.

Blaise laughed. “Harry, I was teasing,” he said as he reached over and ruffled Harry’s hair.

Harry glared at him. “Hey, hands off!” he huffed.

“It’s not like it looks any different than it did before,” Draco pointed out, looking at the mess of hair on Harry’s head. “Really, do you ever brush it?”

“Why is this turning into a conversation about my hair?” Harry asked. “And yes, I do brush it.” He huffed again crossing his arms over his chest. Blaise laughed shaking his head and reached out to ruffle Harry’s hair again; Harry, however, ducked out of the way, his arms flying up to cover his head.

“Hands off, Zabini!” Harry glared at Blaise again, making the Italian boy laugh even harder. Harry ignored him and looked at Draco. “If we’re done talking, I’m late meeting Sirius.,” Harry said; it wasn’t like he actually needed their permission to leave but he felt better about doing it with their agreement.

“Alright, I can tell you more details tonight,” Draco said with a nod as Harry sat down on the edge of his bed and started pulling his shoes on. “And we will have to go through your wardrobe and find you something suitable to ware to the restaurant,” Draco added, leading the still chuckling Blaise out of the room.

“Um, actually,” Harry called out, the two of them stopping in the doorway. “Do you two want to come down and go flying with us?” Harry asked, as he got to his feet. “I mean, I don’t really want to fly alone, and Sirius will be there, but I don’t know if he’ll actually be able to fly with me without someone seeing him and…”

“Harry, you are absolutely adorable when you ramble, did you know that?” Blaise asked with a grin. “Let us get changed, and we’ll meet you down there, okay?”

Harry’s cheeks turned slightly pink and he nodded quickly. “Alright!” He grabbed his broom and hurried out of his room pausing at the end of the hall to look back at Blaise and Draco. “Don’t take too long though!” he called back before he hurried off.

“Are we really going to go flying with both of them?” Draco asked once Harry had left.

“Unless you had other plans?” Blaise grinned as Draco turned to face him; pale arms slowly wrapped around his neck and Draco leaned in for a kiss, but stopped just short.

“Maybe I did.” Draco said, his lips brushing against Blaise’s, before capturing them in a kiss. Blaise turned with Draco, pressing the blond boy against the wall in an attempt to deepen the kiss, but Draco broke away quickly. “We should get ready and go meet Harry, wouldn’t want to keep him waiting,” Draco said with a smirk.

“Yes? Can I help you?” Draco asked teasingly, when Blaise grabbed him from behind. He turned his head slightly, allowing Blaise to pull him into another kiss. Draco couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped, right before Blaise broke the kiss and grinned at Draco. He brushed some blond hair away from Draco’s face.

“My Slytherin prince,” Blaise said as his grin widened. “We’ll continue what you started tonight; let’s go down and meet Harry before he thinks we forgot about him,” Blaise said and Draco sighed but nodded.


Down on the pitch, Harry was sitting on his broom waiting, not only for Blaise and Draco, but for Sirius as well. Harry had hurried down there thinking that he was late meeting Sirius, but he didn’t see his Godfather anywhere, and he really didn’t want to fly on his own today.

Sighing, Harry checked the time; only five minutes had passed since the last time he had checked. Looking once more around the pitch, Harry kicked himself up higher in the air, to see if he could spot anyone coming from the castle. He still didn’t spot Sirius, but he did see two figures coming down to the pitch. Grinning, Harry flew back down to the ground to meet Blaise and Draco.

“What took you two so long?” Harry asked when they arrived.

“Sorry, Draco had a hard time finding something he wanted to wear,” Blaise said and Harry rolled his eyes.

“Does it really matter?” he asked. “As long as what you have on is warm enough.” Harry never understood Draco’s need to be well dressed no matter what he was doing.

Draco just shrugged and looked around frowning. “Where’s your Godfather? I thought you said you were going to be meeting him down here?”

“I was but he hasn’t shown up yet. Maybe Dumbledore had to talk to him or something. I’m sure he’ll be here…” Harry also looked around, hoping that he would see Sirius this time; he really hoped that Sirius was just talking to Dumbledore and hadn’t tried something stupid, like sneaking off into Hogsmeade.

“We can skip the flying and go look for him if you want,” Blaise offered, but Harry shook his head.

“No, it’s fine. I want to do some flying today. We can look for him after.” Harry mounted his broom again and kicked off. Blaise quickly followed; Draco took a moment longer before following as well. Blaise watched Harry as the Gryffindor flew around the field; while Draco not far behind as the two of them raced from one goal to the other.

As Harry was flying across the field for the third time, he caught sight of something gold fluttering just below him. Blinking at the snitch he looked behind him and saw that Draco had also seen it. They only locked eyes for a moment before a new race started; both boys dived and started chasing the snitch all over the field.

Blaise didn’t join them. He was never good at catching the Snitch so he let Draco and Harry have their fun; he did, however, see someone, sitting over in the stands, watching them as well and decided to fly down next to the person.

“I didn’t think Harry would ask you two to come out and fly with him as well,” Sirius said once Blaise had landed next to him.

“It’s a good thing he did, since you were so late getting your arse down here,” Blaise said a little angrily as he glared at the man sitting there.

“I know, I couldn’t help being late. I was held up by that greasy bastard Snape,” Sirius growled.

“What did Professor Snape want with you?” Blaise asked, raising an eyebrow at the man and Sirius looked over at him in annoyance.

“None of your business,” Sirius snapped.

“No, it’s not. But you being late upset Harry, and that is my business,” Blaise pointed out;Sirius growled at him again. “You know when you growl like that, you sound a lot like a dog. Is that a side effect from being an Animagus?”

Sirius was on his feet glaring down at Blaise. “Shut up,” he snarled angrily at the teenager.

Blaise sighed. “I was just curious,” he insisted. Sirius sat back down and looked back out at the field where Draco and Harry were still trying to catch the Snitch.

“So this bond, it’s kind of permanent isn’t it?” Sirius asked.

“As far as we can tell, yes,” Blaise told him. “We might find a way to break it later, but as of right now we all think it’s safer not to.” Blaise sat down next to Sirius, also looking out at the two as Harry caught the snitch, a huge smile on his face as he let it go so he and Draco could start their game again.

“How do you expect me to believe that Harry is safe stuck with two Slytherins?”

“What do school houses have to do with anything?” Blaise asked incredulously, as he looked at the man next to him. “Draco and I being bound to Harry has nothing to do with us being Slytherin, or him being Gryffindor. And I hope you know that if Harry hears you talking like that, he really is going to think you’re upset with him about this bond,” Blaise pointed out.

“I’m not upset with him,” Sirius said defensively. “I think that is impossible to be upset with him about anything. I just wish it had been someone else. I don’t know anything about you, but…Malfoy?” Sirius leaned back in his seat.

“Draco isn’t his father,” Blaise said firmly; he hated it when people started comparing Draco to his father.

“Nothing good has ever come from the Malfoy family,” Sirius said.

“And nothing good has ever come from the Black family,” Blaise shot back and was satisfied to see the shadow crossed Sirius’s face. “Though I suppose it’s true that every family has an exception. Draco is the Malfoy family exception.”

“Sirius! You made it!” Harry said, oblivious to the conversation he had cut short as he landed quickly next to his Godfather. “I was worried when I got here and didn’t see you.”

“No need to worry about me, pup, you looked like you were having fun out there. Though it didn’t seem like little Malfoy was a match for you catching that snitch,” Sirius said happily with a grin.

“He’s getting better,” Harry said as Draco came and landed with them as well. “He’s actually really good when he’s actually focused on finding the snitch, instead of trying to taunt me.” Harry laughed at the look Draco gave him, then looked back at Sirius. “So why were you late?” Harry asked and Sirius sighed.

“I was cornered by Snape,” Sirius said and watched Harry’s face pale slightly, it appeared the boy already knew what was coming next, or at least suspected it.

“Is it about my Occlumency lessons?” Harry asked. He knew he had missed one while he had been sick. And he had assumed, or at least hoped, that he could avoid them a little while longer.

“Afraid so, kiddo. I’ll be there with you for this one though. We can go to his office tonight, and with me there I can probably sneak you out early.” Sirius wanted to reassure Harry that it would be alright. Though he still hated the fact that Snape, of all people, had to be the one teaching Occlumency to Harry. Sirius, of course, had gone straight to Dumbledore after his run in with Snape; the headmaster, however, was insistent that Harry must continue the lessons, and that Sirius was not allowed to interfere with them.

“No!” Harry said quickly. “No, it’s fine, Sirius. I’ll just go tonight and get it over with. I mean, I did miss the last lesson with him, it’ll be easier to concentrate if I go alone.” Harry really didn’t want Sirius to see him during the lessons with Snape, the few of them that Draco had sat in on had been bad enough. But if Sirius saw him like that…; the last thing Harry wanted was to look weak in front of his Godfather.

Harry smiled at Sirius. “So, are we all going to continue flying?” Harry asked, but didn’t wait around for an answer as he mounted his broom and kicked off into the air again. Blaise and Draco soon followed him; Sirius remained where he was though, just watching Harry as the small boy flew as if Voldemort himself was chasing him.

“Oh, Harry, you can’t out fly your problems,” Sirius sighed. He had seen James try and do the same thing countless times; the only difference was, Sirius always knew what James was running from. With Harry, he could only guess.


It was half past six, and Harry was now standing outside Snape’s office. He would have been there sooner if Blaise hadn’t made him eat some dinner first. Now Harry was seriously regretting eating anything at all. His stomach was already turning just thinking about what horrible memories Snape would manage to drag up tonight.

Lifting his hand, Harry knocked on the door, and only had to wait a moment for it to swing open. Stepping inside, the door shut behind him and he braced himself for what he knew was going to be a very long hour.

“You’re late, Potter.” was Snape’s greeting.

“I’m sorry sir, but you didn’t give me an actual time to be here tonight,” Harry pointed out, and didn’t have any time to get ready as Snape drew out his wand and pointed it at Harry. Memories of flying that afternoon came to the surface of his mind, followed by other memories of spending time with Sirius over the last week.

“It’s so nice to see that you have had time to enjoy yourself this week. I would have thought if you had time to play with your dog, that you would have had time to practice Occlumency. Or is it simply that you don’t care what the Dark Lord sees in your mind? Or is that your plan, to bore the Dark Lord to death with your dull life?” Snape sneered at Harry who glared back.

“Shut up!” Harry shouted, and was hit with the spell again. He could feel his anger rising with his memories. He was thirteen again, standing in the Dursley’s kitchen watching Aunt Marge inflate like a balloon.

He was in second year, everyone accusing him of attacking Muggleborns.

He was at the Dursleys’ again, Dobby had just destroyed the pudding his Aunt had made.

Snape let the spell go and looked at Harry. “You are making no progress at all.”

“How am I supposed to make progress when no one even tells me how I’m supposed to do this!?” Harry yelled. “It’s not that easy to clear my mind!”

“I find that hard to believe, Mr. Potter. From what I have seen your mind is no different than any other teenager’s in this place. Full of useless anger and troubles, and you simply lash out at the most convenient target.” Snape lifted his wand again, and Harry took half a step back before the spell hit him again

Memories swam before Harry’s eyes and he fell to the floor, but Snape didn’t lift the spell. “Get up, boy.” Snape’s voice seemed to mix with Harry’s memory of his uncle. And Harry snapped; he couldn’t block Snape, but he could make it so that Snape would never want to enter his mind again.

The dungeon office was filled with Harry’s scream, as he let everything go. Every memory he kept locked away; every painful word his relatives said; every beating he got from his Uncle; every time he had been left at the playground bloody and bruised whenever Dudley and his gang had managed to catch him.

And there was nothing Snape could do to stop it as he watched every horrid memory play out in flashes, as the boy continued to scream.


Blaise and Draco were seated in their common room playing chess, each of them taking turns checking the time since Harry had gone to Snape’s office. Draco had offered to go with him, but Harry had refused, saying it was something that he had to do on his own. And unless Draco could put a shield around Harry’s mind for him, he wouldn’t be able to help at all.

“He’s been gone longer than usual,” Blaise said after moving one of his pieces.

“I know,” Draco said calmly. But, as he went to move his next piece, his whole body tensed up. Looking up at Blaise quickly, he saw the other boy just as tense.

“Harry,” Draco said, and both of them stood and were running from the room. They nearly trampled Sirius, as the black dog was coming up the stairs to their common room, but Blaise and Draco didn’t stop to give any explanation. The only thing on their mind right now was that something was wrong with Harry.

Taking every shortcut they knew, they reached the dungeon office in record time and, without knocking, Draco was the first through the door; Blaise right behind him. Harry was no longer screaming, but was clearly still in pain. And Snape still had his wand on Harry. Draco’s first thought was that they were both trapped in Harry’s memories. But he dismissed that thought quickly, because Snape was better than that, he was doing this to Harry on purpose.

That thought alone is what made Draco move forward kneeling on the floor next to Harry slowly pulling him up into a sitting position. Harry curled up against Draco. “I’m sorry,” Harry said softly, clinging to the blond.

Draco glared at Snape. “Get. Out.” In an instant Snape was shoved out of Harry’s mind as Draco used his own Occlumency to shield Harry’s mind.

“Draco,” Snape said, his voice a combination of annoyance and surprise as he stepped forward, but the professor stopped when he realised he had two wands pointed at him.

“Keep away from him,” Blaise hissed, stepping between Snape and his two bondmates. “Teacher or not, if you come near Harry again, I will kill you.”

“Blaise, you need to get Harry back to our rooms. I will be right behind you.” Draco said, his own wand also pointed at Snape from where he was knelt at Harry’s side.

Blaise wanted to argue, but one look at Harry and his mind was set on getting him out of there. He kept his wand out and knelt down gently pulling Harry to his feet; Draco standing up at the same time.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to,” Harry said softly, leaning again Blaise’s side, and Blaise shot another look at Snape before he easily picked Harry up and carried him out of the room.

“Lower your wand, Draco,” Snape said, once the other two boys had left, leaving the two of them alone.

“No,” Draco said, holding his wand tighter as he stepped towards the professor, his hand shaking with anger. “I know you had your reasons, you always do. But I swear I will throw every hex I know at you right now. But for now, Harry’s Occlumency lessons with you are over,” Draco continued, glaring at Snape as he left the office and slammed the door behind him.

Snape let out a soft sigh leaning back against his desk. Things could have gone a lot worse than they had, but he would still have a lot of explaining to do; not just to Draco, but to Harry as well. Though, to be honest, Snape hadn’t expected Harry to throw all those memories at him, the boy couldn’t even hold up a shield, yet had enough control of his mind to form that kind of attack. If Harry had done it right, he probably could have been able to trap Snape in his mind.

He pushed off his desk and composed himself. Dumbledore had a lot of explaining to do right now. Snape decided he would give Draco a day or two to calm down before he attempted to talk with his godson.


Blaise had made it up the stairs with Harry, when he once again ran into Sirius, a short way along the corridor from their rooms. The black dog stopped and stared at Harry.

“Not right now, Black,” Blaise said, when the dog yapped at him, moving around, seemingly trying to get at the boy in his arms. “You can check on Harry back in our rooms, that’s where I’m taking him.” Blaise snapped impatiently, stepping around the dog and hoping that his words would be enough to stop Sirius from transforming in the middle of the hallway. He really didn’t want Sirius around at all at the moment, but it would only make the man more annoying later if he was denied access to Harry right now; and Blaise could at least admit that Harry would want Sirius around.

Draco caught up to Blaise easily, as he was stepping into their rooms with Harry in his arms and Sirius on his heels. The black haired boy hadn’t said anything since Blaise had picked him up; he just clung to Blaise, as the Italian boy sat on the sofa with him.

“Harry?!” Sirius said in a panic, transforming the moment that Draco shut the door behind them. “What happened?” he demanded to know, kneeling down in front of his godson as he tried to get Harry to look at him.

“You’re okay now Harry,” Draco said, sitting on the opposite side of Harry from Blaise and running his fingers through Harry’s hair. He could tell that Harry was still upset; neither Blaise or Draco knew what to do for Harry, since they didn’t know what had upset him.

“Can you tell us what happened?” Blaise requested gently, as the dark haired boy clung to him.


“I don’t know,” Harry whispered. “I didn’t want him in my head any more.” Harry shuddered and Blaise tightened his arms around him.

“What did Snape do, Harry?” Blaise asked and Harry shook his head.

“Nothing…he did what he always does during lessons, I just…” Harry’s voice trailed off and he shook his head. “I didn’t want to listen any more. I don’t know what I did but I couldn’t stop it once I started.” Harry looked over at Draco, his eyes wide. “Did I hurt him?” Harry asked, not sure if he would be alright with having actually hurt Snape; sure, the git deserved it, but Harry wasn’t really okay with the idea of having attacked someone that, in their own twisted way, was trying to help.

“Snape? No, you didn’t hurt him, Harry,” Draco said reassuringly. “But whatever happened, Harry, it hurt you.”

“But…I’m not hurt,” Harry pointed out, though he was still holding on tightly to Blaise and was avoiding looking at anyone directly.

“Maybe not physically,” Draco said, running his fingers through Harry’s hair again. “But mental attacks can hurt to. Can you try to explain what happened?”

Harry shook his head. “I don’t know, I just wanted him to leave me alone, and he kept looking in my mind so….I guess I just showed him everything?” Harry looked back down.

“Everything of what?” Blaise frowned feeling Harry tense slightly against him.

“I don’t remember now…it’s not important though, is it?” Harry wasn’t ready to go into details yet. He had already revealed everything to Snape, and Harry had a feeling that the potions professor wasn’t just going to let something like this slide.

“It kind of is, Harry,” Draco said. “Whatever it was, Blaise and I felt it through the bond. We thought you were in danger,” Draco explained, though there were no words to describe the over whelming fear that he had felt through the bond.

“I don’t….please, I don’t want to talk about it,” Harry said, shaking his head again as he curled up closer to Blaise. Feeling all those memories as he shows them to Snape had been bad enough without having to talk about them again now.

“Does it have anything to do with the scars on your back?” Blaise asked. Harry’s breath hitched. He wished that he could just run away right now, just disappear. However, he forced himself to look up slowly; he saw Sirius’s pale face and wide eyes, and knew there was no escape.

“Yes…” Harry said; his voice was soft, but all three heard him.


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