Survival Bonds

Chapter 3: The Consumation

The three of us move to a different room. It reminds me of a library. Or what might have once looked like a library if there were any books on the hauntingly empty shelves. The headmaster and I talk while Severus sits a bit away from us with his arms crossed. He strangely reminds me of a pouting child that is reluctantly obeying his parent.

"We are essentially going to create a similar but stronger bond to what existed between you and your aunt. Because your mother loved you greatly and your aunt shared your blood, living there granted you safety." A thought that took me much to long to realize screams in my head.

"My aunt! Are they alright?"

"The dark lord is not ready to mobilize without obtaining the boy who lived. His ultimate goal is to remain in hiding until such time. No lasting harm was done to any of the muggles in that area and their memories were wiped." Snape says distastefully. I'm relieved. Not that I particularly cared about my relatives. They certainly detested me. But the three of them. The dynamic of that family wasn't a bad one. My Aunt and Uncle were loving parents, and my cousin- though spoiled- loved them back.

Moving back on track, Snape returns to his quiet pouting- and Dumbledore returns to instructing me on this action that he wishes me to take.

"You would live here in Severus's dwelling." So, this is where he lives. It makes sense that a sallow man like Snape would live in such a decaying home. "This will become your home as well if you agree to bond your soul to his." I'm not locked in a cupboard yet, so I'd say it's already an improvement. "Severus would continue being a spy. At this point in the war more than ever, it's imperative for us to have as much information as possible."

"Sir, I honestly don't understand what a soul bond is, or what it means." Dumbledore seems lost for words as how to best explain it. It's actually Snape who answers my question.

"It is the magical equivalent of marrying someone. Thus, why we would have to have sex to consummate the union. Dumbledore can essentially be considered a 'Justice of the Peace' and he would wed us. Because of the 'Love bond'" Snape sneers at the phrasing. "it could recreate the bond that Lily had for you. It also is such a Slytherin action that the dark lord would not calculate this rebuttal. Soul bonds performed for gain are often considered to be dark in nature and are rarely performed to this end outside of high class pure-blood wizarding families that cannot take the chance of their son or daughter being bonded to someone with lessor blood. It is even less common for it to be done between two men. The dark lord would never predict this."

"Can the bond be broken after the war?" Dumbledore looks to Snape. They both seem to be having an unspoken argument. Snape glares back at him. With a glare focused completely on the headmaster, Snape exhales agitatedly.

"Yes. I can break the bond." Snape concedes haughtily. Dumbledore looks to me for my decision and Snape looks farther away.

"I do not want to have my first time with Snape." Or have any time with him for that matter. "But It looks like I do not have much choice in the matter. As long as the bond can be broken when this war is over, then I agree." After all, it's just sex.

"Do you also agree Severus?" Snape looks like he's being executed.

"I agree." Dumbledore nods. His wand in his hand, he swirls it clinically. For a half moment I feel my magic falling before returning to normal. Snape looks exhausted.

"It is done. At that is left is for it to be consummated." Snape looks green. I try to not take offense to that. I'm glad he's not ecstatic about having sex with me, but we don't have much choice. He could do worse. Much worse. But I feel a little green as well. "I will leave the two of you. It is late. Consummate before either of you sleep." Dumbledore lays his hand on Snape's shoulder. "I'm sorry my boy. Believe that this is the only way." Snape shrugs the hand off without a single word. "I will be back tomorrow to check in." I nod to him and he apparates away with a crack. For a long while, there is only silence. Snape breaks it.