- PB – Bond: Hijo del Espíritu – Poción del Heredero 1/3
- PB – Bond: Hijo del Espíritu – Poción del Heredero 2/3
- PB – Bond: Hijo del Espíritu – Poción del Heredero 3/3
Title: Bond: Hijo del Espíritu – Poción del Heredero 2/3
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Violence, Rape, Torture, Chan, Child Abuse, Hermaphrodite Harry, AU 6th year, Post GoF, Pre OotP
Disclaimer: Nope, doesn’t belong to me. I only play with them a bit.
Summary: Voldemort captures Harry during a Hogsmeade weekend, but his intentions are no longer to kill him. His ranks are much smaller than he wished them to be so now he is working on a way to acquire more servants. A long term way. He demands children of his followers, and Severus has been the only one not to comply. He will make him comply, no one denies ANYTHING to Lord Voldemort.
“Wormtail tell me,” the rat man trembled in fear at the icy tone on his master’s voice. “Was this supposed to happen? I know Snape’s skill as a brewer; he is not likely to make a mistake even if he has never brewed the potion.”
“I… I don’t know my Lord,” was the stuttered response, as he cowered as far away as he could without being too obvious.
“You don’t know,” Voldemort said slowly then he raged. “YOU DON’T KNOW! Then tell me again what you do know about this potion that not even the best Potions Master in England knew about.”
“You… you wanted a potion that would… that would link two persons my Lord. It… it does that… and you… wanted Snape to have heirs… it’ll do that too, regardless of gender and age my
Lord. A male drinker would… umm… get the… necessary… equipment, and well conceive; and it’s not a one time thing, the… organs will remain. There… there isn’t a counter potion…”
“And what kind of link does the potion creates?”
“I… I don’t know my Lord.”
“Crucio!” he said and held it for quite a long time, still he did not grant wormtail the respite of unconsciousness. “Fool! There are many kinds of links, it was important that my followers were able to control the drinkers. I needed Severus to control the boy and garnish all his power in our behalf. The potion is of no use to me if that does not happen! You better pray this potion does not create a two sided bond because then you have cost me my most valuable servant, and you will pay. I refuse to loose Snape to Dumbledore, and with a two sided bond he will protect the boy. Crabbe, Goyle, take Snape to one of the rooms, Lucius… put Potter with him and secure it.” Everyone scrambled to obey the Dark Lord’s bidding and wormtail remained in the library whimpering.
Severus woke up later to the sound of quiet sobs and the vague sensation of aching all over. It took him a while to finally be able to react. A quick check told him he was unhurt and lying on a bed, and without moving from the bed he took in his surroundings. It was the room he occupied on occasions, whenever he had to stay at Riddle house. Someone had taken the time to take off his boots robe and jacket, so he was only wearing a dirty white shirt and his trousers. The sobbing had stopped, but he could still hear the occasional whimper. Gathering his still addled wits he sat on the bed and got a good look around.
His blood froze, as huddled against one of the corners was a young… boy he guessed by what he could see of the body. He had short messy black hair, and his body was one big and bloody bruise. Something in him lurched and ached in sympathy, and brought the overwhelming need to protect and comfort the boy. It was then that he realized that the lad had been the one who drank the potion.
style=’font-size:12.0pt’>‘Bloody twisted maniac! A boy? He had to use a boy for this?’ He inwardly cursed Voldemort. It was clear the man was aware of his preference for his own gender, still he was not a child molester. He liked MEN not children. ‘Why not use a woman? They have after all all that’s necessary for child bearing. Men can pull through, it’s been known to happen, still it is very hard on the carrier.’
He decided to check on the lad, he did not look good, it seemed he had been the victim of Crabbe and Goyle’s attention. Also he was now sure the pain he felt was due to some sort of connection or link with the child. He hoped it would not get stronger. Snape walked silently to the huddled figure, and his heart sunk to unknown depths as he recognized the broken boy before him.
The face was badly beaten, and both eyes were swollen shut, but he knew they would be bright emerald green when he was able to open them. They were Lily Evans eyes, Harry her son had inherited them. Also, the scar on his forehead in the form of a lightning bolt was a dead giveaway, huddled before him was a very battered Harry Potter.
“Potter,” he was surprised at how gentle his voice sounded, and knew he probably was never going to be able to treat ‘Gryffindor’s-Golden-Boy’ like he used to. The boy cringed at the voice, and then let out a soft frightened whimper. “Shhh, it’s all right, I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Pro… professor Snape?” he croaked in a voice hoarse from screaming. He had barely recognized the gentle voice; it was not a sound he was used to hear coming from the Potions Master. “They… Hogsmead… couldn’t fight… too many… Voldemort…”
“Yes it’s me Harry. Don’t talk now; I’m going to get you cleaned up so I can asses your injuries… I have some healing potions with me that’ll help you get better.”
“I suspect he’s still around somewhere…”
“Need… escape… danger…”
“I know, and we will
style=’color:green’>leave this place. I’ll get you out Potter
style=’color:green’>, don’t doubt that. But I can’t risk a portkey in your condition. It’ll only aggravate the damage. Now brace your self I’m going to take you to the bathroom.” He took out his wand, still secure in one of the concealed pockets if his robe and muttered a ‘mobilicorpus’.
He carefully guided the boy to the bathroom where he lowered him in the tub once he had it filled with warm water. He gently washed away the blood, grime, and to his utter horror and disgust dry stale semen. The bastards had viciously raped Potter and he was pretty torn up, both inside and out. The boy had fearfully, and full of shame refused to let him clean anywhere near his anus. But Severus surprised himself by patiently explaining the risk of an infection, or worse some STD.
style=’color:green’>He told the boy that he still had some minor bleeding, which might become serious if it was not stopped. Neither knew how long they had been there, and he could bleed to death.
style=’color:green’>simple cleaning spell would do, but
style=’color:green’>there was a lot of damage, and it could aggravate things. Severus was also not completely sure about all the potion’s effects, or
style=’color:green’>if there were any side-effects.
style=’color:green’>In lieu of that he decided to limit
style=’color:green’>the use of magic, on the both of them.
The cleaning was a painful ordeal, no matter how gentle Severus tried to be, but in the end Harry felt a bit better. Not as ‘dirty’, especially because almost the whole time Snape kept reassuring him that it was not his fault. The man acted unusually kind and caring, and Harry under any other circumstances would have at least been a little weary. The strange thing was that he was not. He felt safe, protected and cared for, which only managed to get him confused.
Snape dressed him with his own robe and laid him on the bed while he performed a simple diagnostic spell. There were no broken bones, but the possibility of internal damage was rather high. Crabbe and Goyle might not be smart, far from it, but both had an uncanny knack for producing internal damage without too much external.
Voldemort did not want Harry dead yet, and that was what had saved the boy. He had only been beaten into submission to allow Lucius and Avery to have some fun with him. His anus was the most damaged area, and despite Snape’s efforts the bleeding had not stopped completely, though it was not gushing. The Potions Master finally decided to risk a cauterizing spell, the boy was already weak from the beating, and blood loss might kill him if he did not stop it. Once done he had Potter drink a pain killing and an all purpose healing potion, and waited for them to take effect. He needed the boy conscious to use the emergency portkey. No one would have suspected that the robe
style=’color:navy’>he wore was one activated by a password and his wand.
While he waited for the potions to take full effect, the Dark Lord decided it was time to pay his servant and their captive a visit; they had been unconscious for two days. He went into the room flanked by Malfoy and Nott; both Death Eaters had their wands out and pointed at Snape in a threatening way. Something knotted in Severus’s stomach and he had the overwhelming urge to protect Potter. The sensation caught him by surprise, and he had already moved the boy behind him by the time he realized what he was doing. Voldemort frowned at that action.
style=’font-size:12.0pt’>‘So this is part of the potion’s effects’ Severus thought noticing the Dark Lord’s narrowed eyes and displeased look. ‘Umm… so he doesn’t like what he’s seeing, I wonder what exactly he expected the potion to do.’
“Pr… Professor?” Harry asked in a weak tremulous voice. He might not be able to see at the moment, but his scar told him clearly that Voldemort was very near. Judging by Snape’s reaction, he was probably in the room. He could not help but be afraid, he was not in a condition to defend himself. A long fingered and calloused hand held his and squeezed it in a comforting manner.
“So… you’re conscious now boy. I have to give you credit Severus. You brewed successfully a potion you’ve never even heard about before.” Voldemort’s tone was condescending and the Potions Master raised his eye
“You think so?
style=’color:navy’>” Severus sneered. He was no longer going to play the faithful servant. “I wouldn’t be able to tell since I don’t know what the potion was supposed to do in the first place. In fact, I believe you don’t know either, at least not completely, My Lord.”
style=’color:navy’>The last was said in a tone that almost made it sound like an insult. Voldemort bristled at the tone used; there was no hint of the respect and subservience he usually showed.
“Very clever Severus, and of course… right. I don’t know the FULL effects and side effects of this potion. I was only interested in one particular result, and that a quick diagnostic spell can confirm if the potion worked.” And that said, he cast the spell before Severus could stop it or cover Harry. The Potions Master indeed recognized the spell as general diagnostic spell used in first aid. In just a few moments, the results were written on parchment and on Voldemort’s hands. The Dark Wizard scanned it and smiled, it was not a pretty sight, and actually, it was quite disturbing. “I have to say congratulations are in order Severus, I will have the servant that I required of you, and you both will become parents.” Snape’s eyes widened in shock
style=’color:green’>at the Dark Lord’s words.
“Pa…parents?” Harry stuttered disconcerted and moving a bit to put some distance between himself and his professor, the movement was very painful, and he suppressed a whimper. The grip on his hand tightened and pulled him closer, he oddly sensed that his professor was trying to shield him from Voldemort.
“So it was a fertility potion as I thought, but why use it on a boy? Females are better suited for childbearing.
style=’color:green’>There was also no reason to use such an obscure recipe of which you ignore the side effects? There are certainly a lot of well documented and tried potions that would have served the same purpose.”
“Clever as always, but of course I expected no less of you. Tell me Severus
style=’color:green’>; are you that fond of females that you prefer them to males?” Severus did not respond, only narrowed his eyes. Behind him he heard the boy gasp, he had never intended for a student to know that much about him, but under the circumstances he could not do anything about it. “I thought so. You see my snake, I’ve been aware of your predilection for men
style=’color:green’>, so I got you one
style=’color:green’>. There won’t be any excuses,
style=’color:navy’>I’m expecting you to provide me with more than just one child for my army.”
style=’font-size:12.0pt;color:navy’>“I prefer men yes, but not children. Potter is a child, no older than sixteen!
lang=EN-US style=’font-size:12.0pt;color:green’>He’s so scrawny and thin that there is nothing attractive to see.” He complained and strangely got the feeling the boy was insulted, but instead of getting angry at the remarks, Potter was… sad and ashamed.
“Nonsense Severus, the boy is of legal age! You like them bigger? Then make sure the brat has enough to eat; I know he hasn’t been properly fed during this summer, and the previous. I am being generous by granting you the use of ‘the-boy-who-lived’, when my faithful Lucius begged me for him. He does find the boy incredibly beautiful.”
Severus was surprised at Potter’s reaction to Voldemort’s comment about not being fed properly. He would not have believed that the pampered brat would have to spend a day without food. But the feelings that assaulted him and that came from the boy were a mixture of fear that the Dark Lord had found his relatives’ home and shame that he had found out something that almost no one knew. That he had kept secret.
“And he almost ruined for use,” he gritted out. Potter had been a mess, so thorn that he worried the scar tissue might become permanent if he did not get treated soon.
style=’font-size:12.0pt;color:green’>“There is also the fact that all of the known fertility potions are a one time affair
lang=EN-US style=’font-size:12.0pt;color:navy’>hey have to be administered again if another child is desired.” style=’font-size:12.0pt;color:green’>He kept arguing.
style=’font-size:12.0pt;color:navy’>“As you well say, all KNOWN potions do that. This one is permanent, and the beauty of it is
lang=EN-US style=’font-size:12.0pt’>that you
style=’color:navy’>don’t know the counter potion. No Severus, you are not robbing me of what’s rightfully mine, of what you pledged when you entered my service. You are a very powerful wizard, more than you let on,” Severus looked quite surprised he had been careful of not showing the maniac his true strength. “Surprised? I have known this since you first took the mark; it’s very Slytherin of you to have tried to keep it quiet. So as you can guess any child of yours will inherit that power. And imagine how strong that child will be if you add Potter’s strength. I have to admit the boy is quite powerful even at that age. Your sons and daughters will be a great addition to our ranks when time comes. And as I said this boy will give you many more children, unlike the one time chance that the other potions allow. Potter now has the necessary organs to conceive as many children as you can give him.”
“I’m not a brood mare!” Harry muttered indignantly, though in quite a bit of a shock as the full impact of Voldemort’s words had not hit him yet.
“With the link you now share, you’ll be able to control the boy to your will and harness his power to our advantage. I’m giving you ‘the-boy-who-lived’ as your ‘toy’ Severus, to do with him as you please. But you both must remain here; I will relieve you of your duty of spying on the old fool.”
After hearing this Snape laughed. Control? Indeed, that was something the potion did not do. Voldemort sounded like he wanted him, HIM of all people to become breeding stock as Harry aptly commented. His mind was too occupied on other things to realize he had called the boy in his mind Harry instead of Potter. Severus did not want any child of his to ‘serve’ the Dark Lord. That was one of the reasons why he had been very careful when he had sex with females; he was not adverse to them, he just preferred males. He had not had many partners of either sex to worry about it anyway. Now, by some demented idea, he was to become a father. Well he still did not want any child of his in Voldemort’s hands. He had to get the boy away from the mansion and was conscious that it would mean blowing his cover, so he might as well leave with a bang. He held Potter close to him possessively.
“You are demented, no child of mine will ever serve you,” he told them almost at the same time he cast three curses in rapid fire, then he touched his wand to the robe Potter was wearing and muttered ‘home’ to activate the portkey. They were gone before the other three had any chance of reacting, and landed in a heap in his rooms.
Severus disentangled himself from the unconscious boy. The landing must have jarred his injuries too hard, even with the pain killing potion. He carefully picked Potter up, the kid was so light and skinny, but then Harry Potter was still smaller than any sixth year. Actually, he was smaller than fourth years, even Miss Granger and Miss Weasley were taller than he was. That somehow seemed… wrong.
James Potter had been smallish before he hit his growth spurt in fifth year, and ended only slightly shorter than he was, and he was 6’ 6”, so James had to be somewhere around 6’ 3” or 6’ 4” and Lily had been around 6 feet too. From the looks of Harry he was currently under 5’ 4” and so very thin.
Snape placed the boy on his bed and covered him with the blankets when he began to shiver slightly. The dungeons were cold, and the robe he leant Potter was a light one, to add some extra warmth to the room he lit a small fire in the fire place. Deciding to use it to report to Albus, he picked the floo powder he kept on the mantle and threw it to the flames.
“Headmaster Dumbledore’s office,” he said clearly in a firm voice. Moments later the old wizard appeared looking haggard and every year of his advanced age.
“Severus my boy, I’m so glad you’re finally back. We were worried when you disappeared for four days. Things have been hectic during your absence.”
“I can imagine Albus, Potter managed to say something about an attack in Hogsmead on Saturday. My cover is now blown, but there was no way around it.”
“You have Harry? They took him during the attack, there are many students that were gravely injured, and we lost five of them to unforgivables.”
“Yes, he’s with me Albus. You better come down and bring Poppy with you. They…”
“He’s hurt? How bad…” Albus interrupted him.
“It’s not life threatening now, but they did a job on him. I did what I could, and I’m afraid it’s a bit… complicated. I rather recount this only once, and Poppy needs to hear this.”
“All right, do you think I should include Minerva? She is his head of house after all.” Severus was silent for a moment thinking, then gave him a curt nod. “We’ll be down in a moment.” Again Severus nodded before the connection broke.
Snape decided to take a quick shower and change his crumpled clothes before they arrived. He had been in them for four days, and brewing a potion was sweaty business. When he was finished he was out in his living room, while waiting, he towel dried his hair, which was neither straight nor greasy when it was clean. It was actually curly, soft and shorter because of the curls. The stuff that made his hair look greasy was the thing that helped him keep it straight and non flammable.
There was a knock on the door, so with a resigned sigh he went to open it, knowing both Minerva and Poppy would question him about his ‘new’ look. As he predicted the two women eyed him curiously, and were barely able to keep themselves from asking about his hairstyle as he ushered them inside, invited them to sit and called a house-elf for tea. He badly needed a few cups of it. The stronger the better.