Severus grabbed his left arm and hissed. Did it have to hurt every bloody time? He left his potion to simmer, absently noting that it would be ruined if he wasn’t back within three hours, collected the mask and robe he hated so much and headed out. As he swept towards the apparation point outside Hogwarts, he double-checked his hidden pockets for the potions he habitually carried to these meetings. Putting his game face on, he apparated to outside Riddle House.
Elsewhere, Harry excused himself from the dinner table and rushed as quickly as possible to the bathroom, discretely holding his left forearm. “Be careful Severus Salazar Snape. If you are in trouble, call me. If you are not in a heavily shielded area, touch the ring to your lips and say ‘fuck you Voldie’. If I can pull you out, I will, otherwise I will move heaven and earth to get to you. Remember the potion; you will have your ingredients, I swear to you. Take heart in the notion that this will be your last meeting for a lon while, Gods willing. I will not lose you now!”
Severus just snorted. “It is my understanding that the bloody boy who lived is the only one who can kill the bastard and make that true. Unless you’re him, I wouldn’t place too much faith in the gods. They’re petty and cruel, and like nothing more than to kick you when you’re down.”
Harry scowled. “The boy who lived is an illusion, a fantasy dreamed up by the Wizarding World. He is no better or worse than you or I, except for the fact that there is a powerful vengeance-driven megalomaniac after his blood. Fortunate him. Now, pay attention, and survive this night intact, my a’ashi, or I will be very unhappy.” With that final shot, Severus was alone in his head once more.
He quickened his pace and hastened through the door and into what used to be a ballroom, but now served as a meeting place, torture chamber and throne room for the Dark Lord. He walked through the gathered masses up to the raised platform at the far end. Kneeling on the top step he kissed the hem of Voldemort’s robe, then sat back on his heels, eyes downcast.
“Sseverusss, my ssspy; my sssnake in the light, are you ssstill loyal to me?” The creature hissed.
“My lord, I am yours alone to command,” murmured Snape. He winced as a pain shot through him. For once, he was thankful of the mask concealing his face as he couldn’t keep a look of shock from appearing on his face. He hadn’t realized that the bond between himself and his mate was so advanced. A blood bond was almost a sentient thing. It was a connection between a dominant and a submissive vampire; destined to be mated for life, and it objected to intrusions such as a declaration of loyalty to one other than his mate. Interference with the bond; such as the ill-advised oath he made so long ago; the mark of which he still bore on his arm; was taken exception to. However, it was unheard of for the bond to develop to that extent in a mere twenty-four hours. Something on which he would have to ponder later.
“What word do you bring me on Harry Potter and the ssso called leader of the light? Where isss the boy now? My Death Eaters report that the wardsss have fallen around hisss houssse, but the boy isss no longer there. Why did you not bring me thisss newsss immediately?”
Severus readied himself for a round of crucio. “My lord,” ouch. “I did not know this. If Dumbledore is aware of it, he has not chosen to confide in me.”
“Tell me, Ssseverusss, what ussse are you to me if you are not able to bring me sssuch important information? Crucssio!”
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Blood Bonds
Fanfiction18 lonely years Severus has been without his vampiric mate. Now, another has come into his inheritance... Disclaimer* STORY WAS NOT WRITTEN BY ME
