Bound To You

Chapter 11: Introductions In High Demand

"Explain to me, how an escaped convict had come into my house?" Severus drawled, eyes shooting deathly glares aimed towards the thin, creepy-looking old man that looked far older than his age, which was Sirius Black.

"You took Harry, I saw you did it," Sirius sneered, hating the fact that he was bound to a dining chair, made sturdy by magic alone. He wanted so badly to throttle the life out of Severus, but the Dark Lord was watching...

The two had come to to each other's face, too close for comfort, and to an amusedly smiling Dark Lord. The two enemies were quick in moving away, and Sirius had almost charged at them when Tom had aimed his wand and cast a binding spell towards the not-so-sane escaped convict. He'd then snarled demands on freeing Harry and threats on if they harmed a single head on him, he'd kill them.

"Of course I took him," Severus snarled back, his eyes showing the barely concealed rage that was bubbling just beneath his skin. He hated the fact that abuse was something that still occurred frequently in this world--even to the Boy-Who-Lived! He'd vowed to stop those who had been subjected to it, and had done a great job in doing so to many students, Houses be damned. He didn't expect that the one rumored to be pampered like a prince and spoiled to a fault had been, in fact, the one that had suffered more abuse than everyone in the school--him included--combined. "If left to those filthy muggles for a second later, he'd die, no doubt."

"Blaming your own actions on innocent muggles, Snivell--US!!" he yelped the last part as a stinging hex was thrown at him.

"What did I say about calling each other names?" Tom asked darkly, although deep down was feeling amused more than anything towards the two overgrown children. He'd respected Severus for his adult way of thinking, more than his skills as a Potions Master, and had always valued his level-headed demeanor and rational opinions. Never would he thought that the Potions Master could act as childishly as Sirius Black.

Sirius just grumbled at the Dark Lord, throwing suspicious looks at him and glancing towards the closed door that led to Harry's room. "Why do you have Harry?" he asked finally.

"We'd just rescued him from his muggle relatives," Tom sneered as he thought about the two obese men and the horse-like woman. The cowards, he'd dubbed them. "He was on the verge of death when we came to him."

"Death?!" Sirius shouted, horrified. "You lie! Lies, lies, LIES! Harry shouldn't be dying, no, he should be on the air, flying, playing Quidditch and playing pranks and start to talk about the bees and birds and have a girlfriend or boyfriend and--"

"And yet, he's here, and he's been injured. Here's the list of injuries he'd suffered since he'd been born," Severus, sensing his Lord's dark aura at the mention of girlfriends and boyfriends had chosen the opportunity to change the direction of the conversation by throwing the deep diagnosis results towards his hated enemy. As the parchment rolled on the ground, Sirius' eyes got wider and wider in horror as each and every single ailment that Harry had experienced presented itself to him. He knew that the parchment and test was genuine, there were the correct rune sequence in the middle of the parchment that confirmed him of its legibility.

For some reason, Severus didn't find the satisfaction of seeing his enemy's face growing in horror, and found instead grim understanding within him. Rage was the first emotion to cross Sirius' face, and then sadness so profound, he could almost see the tears being formed in his eyes, before a dark, insane look settled onto his face. "I'll kill them...!" he said with a promise that even if they were dead, he'd dig up their remains and tear those apart, just so that he could get the satisfaction of revenge--and maybe even delve into necromancy just to find their ghosts and not give them the peace Death offered those who passed through the Veil.