Bond of Love

AN: I do not own these characters, because if I did a certain Potions Master would be chaining me to my bed. Also just an FYI, this is my first time ever writing slash, so let me know how I did. This chapter is now edited and I would like to thank my Beta potersnape1986 for her hard work.

Bond of Love
Prologue The Broken Child


It was an unusual summer evening in the little, sleepy town of Surrey where our story takes place. It is unusual because of the sudden storm that has come up late in the afternoon and has yet to dissipate. All the residents of Privet Drive were safe and comfortable, in their nice clean houses. All except that is, for one Harry Potter. Looking at the very ordinary house, in a very ordinary neighborhood, you would never guess that one of its inhabitants was far from ordinary. A young man with jet black hair, that finally had been tamed, only because he had let it grow long, and his bright green eyes so bright that they did not appear normal at all. Since he was a child of only one, he had lived in this house, but very few people on Privet Drive even knew he existed. The young man was living with his aunt and her family. The Dursleys’ were a family that prided themselves on being normal and because of it, they hated that people like Harry Potter even lived. You see Harry was no ordinary person. Harry was a wizard and not just any wizard but the child of prophecy, otherwise known as The Boy Who Lived.

Looking around this too clean, too normal home, you would think only three people lived there. There were pictures’ on the walls’ of a rather elephantine boy, who seemed to have everything a child could want. It was even odder that there was not one single clue that pointed to another child having grown up there. That is until you saw the locks on the bedroom door of the smallest bedroom in the house. What was even odder was the cat flap at the bottom of the door.

The bedroom was empty except for a very threadbare blanket. Normally this would not be anything odd or frightening. That is before you notice the blanket whimpering and moaning in pain. There laying on the blanket was a young man with the face of an angel and the body of a young child of about 12 or 13 years of age at the most. The boy was covered from head to toe in bruises, welts, and scars. His little, angelic face was marred by eyes that have swollen shut and a jaw sitting at an odd angle. What was even more shocking was that the boy was naked and words had been engraved into his chest and back. Words such as whore and freak still oozed blood and it was obvious not only by looking at him but by the smell of the room, that the boy had been raped several times. Not to mention the fact that starvation was evident on his skinny body. After all, he must have been very malnourished, to be so small at the age of 17. All the young man wanted was for this to be over. He would see his Mum, Dad and his godfather Sirius again. How he missed Sirius. Things had never been this bad before his Uncle Vernon found out Sirius was dead and couldn’t kill them for hurting Harry. He hoped that someone was watching and would send help soon, but the last hope of the wizarding world had very little hope for him-self. Though he did not know it at that very moment help was coming to him. His Uncle had made a large mistake he went 6 days without sending one of the letters he had forced Harry to write. Someone from the Order of the Phoenix was coming for him.

Severus Snape looked up and down the street in obvious disgust. Albus had been right; no one would think to look for the boy in this horribly muggle neighborhood. It was not until he drew closer to his destination that he felt something was wrong. The evil he felt made his skin crawl and his heart race. The feeling continued to grow stronger as he drew closer to number 4 Privet drive. Severus paused for a moment to make sure he passed for a typical muggle before knocking on the door. A large man that looked a bit like a walking talking walrus opened the door. Behind him stood a woman with a face like a horse and a neck like a giraffe. *Honestly no wonder Lily always said Petunia was jealous over her. How could she and Lily even be related? *
“Pardon my intrusion Mr. and Mrs. Dursley. I am here to see Harry Potter. I am one of the boy’s Professors.”

A look of fear passed between the two before the door was slammed in Severus’ face. From the other side of the door he could hear shouting. Leaning closer, he managed to hear what was being said and the conversation made his blood run cold.
“I told you we should have killed the little freak when you found him on the doorstep. No matter those blokes in the black dresses that came, they are paying me good money to make sure he dies. Why anyone would bother with the useless boy is beyond me. He will be dead by morning. Those freaks won’t even recognize him once I am finished with him. Not that they would now for that matter. We will simply tell them the little bastard ran away.”
“But Vernon what about the neighbors?” said Petunia “They will think it very odd if the boy disappears even if we have them all believing he is a criminal.”

The voices began to fade as the couple moved towards the back of the house. Steadying his shaking hands, Severus raised his wand and whispered alohamora to unlock the door. Once he had slipped inside, he made for the stairs where he could feel the emotions that were already pouring over him, grow stronger. At the top of the stairs he froze, seeing a door with multiple locks and a cat flap on the outside. He could feel the waves of pain, sorrow, and confusion pouring out from the room. Steering himself, he made quick work of the locks and cautiously slipped inside. The smells of the room were overwhelming. Having been a spy for most his life, he had still not managed to prepare himself for the sight that was beheld upon whispering lumos. There in a corner of a room, that reeked of blood and semen was Harry Potter. His beautiful green eyes were dull and clouded, and his body was broken and bruised. Severus couldn’t contain his gasp of shock at seeing the words carved into that too thin body. If he did not need to get the boy out of here, he would enjoy cursing the Dursleys into oblivion. Rushing forward he gently pulled the boy up into his arms. Harry who by this time had gone into shock attempted to pull away only to whimper and draw closer to the person holding him when he recognized the soft voice whispering his name. Holding Harry as tightly as he dared, Severus pulled out a portkey that would take him to the hospital wing fighting against the tears trying to fall.