“Has anyone seen my school scarf?”
“Hermione, where’s my Quidditch uniform?”
“Harry, wake up! We have to be at King’s Cross Station in three hours!” Harry lay in his bed, drowsing peacefully and listening to the sounds of his friends moving around his house, doing last minute packing. He frowned at the sound of Ron and Hermione’s voices. Was he doing the right thing? After nearly two days of intensive research, they hadn’t found a way to remove the spells cast on his friends without seriously damaging or endangering their lives. In the end, he’d had to wake and obliviate them. Fawkes believed that once Harry and Severus bonded fully, Harry would have the power needed, but until them, the others were very careful not to say anything around the pair that could trigger the spells. Harry shuddered at the memory of carefully trying to explain to Hermione what he had done, and why, without going into specifics. Her thirst for knowledge and fear for herself had lead her to push for more information, until Neville took her aside and told her in no uncertain terms that they were doing everything they could, but it was her choice – knowledge or life. Now, the couple knew that there was something dangerously wrong with them, but that nothing could be done yet. Everyday Harry agonized over his decision not to speed up the bonding with his mate. They weren’t ready, and a rushed bond would do more harm than good. Still, he couldn’t help but feel that he should do something.
With a sigh, his thoughts turned to the many other things that they had done in the last four weeks. He and his circle spent most of the days in intensive training – physical and magical offense and defense; occulmency; strategizing; meditation to strengthen their power cores; animagus transformation; everything they could. It had been fortunate indeed that he’d been able to bring Remus into his circle of lieutenants. The werewolf had trained them well, driving them to push their limits further each day.
Remus. Harry smiled at the thought of the marauder. Without the insidious drain on his resources, the older wizard was looking and feeling twenty years younger. His hair had lost its grey and his face had smoothed out. He had more energy, and wasn’t afraid to use it. The biggest surprise had come one day during an intensive training session with Harry. They’d been dueling for over an hour, gradually becoming more and more aggressive in their spell casting. Harry had sent an explosively powerful expelliarmus at the other man, sending him flying head over heels straight for the far wall, wand headed in the opposite direction. Midway through his flight, Remus had twisted, transforming into a huge brown wolf; easily twice the size of his old lunar-shift form, and lightly dropped to his feet. While Harry gaped at him, the wolf had swiftly raced across the room and leapt; knocking him over and sitting on his chest. Harry had looked at the grinning wolf in amazement, conceding defeat, and then watched in wonder as Remus turned back to his human self, laughing his head off. Since then, he’d been able to harness the wolf at will, and had become an even more formidable adversary.
But the past month hadn’t been all training. They’d all taken the time to just enjoy being teenagers, invigorating their friendships. With the twins, Harry and a marauder around there had been a lot of friendly pranking, and no one knew what colour their hair would be from one day to the next. They’d played many games of Quidditch, Harry taking the opportunity to stretch his wings. He’d discovered that while being on a broom still gave him an amazing feeling of freedom, it didn’t even come close to the feeling he got when soaring through the air on his own wings.
He’d even become closer to his mate, through the long mental conversations they’d had almost everyday. He was fast falling in love with his prickly a’ashi, and strongly suspected that his feelings were reciprocated. They hadn’t seen each other since that amazing day in the alley, and Harry longed to be close to his mate. Now they were only half a day away, and he was both nervous and thrilled. Severus still hadn’t figured out Harry’s true identity, and he hoped with everything in him that the man would be able to move past his ire of the previous years and see the real Harry.
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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
