Dangerous Manipulation

Ron, Hermione, and Ginny headed up to the girls’ room together. Hermione was silent the entire way up, and both Ron and Ginny could tell that something was wrong. When they had finally reached the sanctuary of the small room, Ron worked up the nerve to ask her what she was thinking about… he didn’t really want to hear it if it was going to end up being another long lecture about Voldemort’s method of bonding with his precious Death Eaters.

“Um, ‘Mione? What are you hiding from him?” Ron asked quietly.

Hermione looked up at him quickly, startled by the question. “I’m not hiding anything from him.” Her eyes gave her away though, to anyone who knew her it was quite obvious that she was lying.

“Hermione, tell us now.” Ginny said firmly. “We can tell something is up, and if its bad we’ll have to help Harry. I won’t let the situation get any worse than this. As it is, I’d say it’d be a better alternative to run away to the states. That is if I didn’t know that Dumbledore and his Ministry cronies would chase him down anywhere he went.” She sighed sadly. No one deserved to have their life so completely controlled.

“Actually, its nothing bad. At least not for Harry. I just, kind of lied about the type of bond I thought they’d use. Well, I mentioned when the bond was used truthfully, but not why they got rid of it. Well, parts of it are true, and others aren’t, and I feel terrible for making things seem so much worse to him, but if he knew the truth he might go along without any protest or try to protest too much so they know something is up, and than Snape might wise up and realize what an idiot he is to agree to this and then Harry would lose the one advantage he has by doing this bonding-”

“HERMIONE!” Ron yelled impatiently. “You’re rambling again!”

Hermione blushed deeply. “Sorry.”

“Now, what exactly did you hide form Harry, Hermione. And remember, Ron and I want the full truth. This is too important for you to hide things from us.”

“Well, most people think that this type of bond gave the ‘husband’ complete control over the ‘wife’ but really the wife has a great degree of the power.”

“How could that type of bond give any power to the wife? That makes no sense.” Ron said slowly, trying to figure something out on his own for once in his life, and failing miserably.

“The bond changes emotions. It binds the two heart and soul, and the husband falls in love with the wife. He’ll want to keep the wife happy, but if it came down to it he could still control his wife with a few simple words.”

“That sounds like an equal bond though, ‘Mione. Why would it be outlawed?” Ginny asked.

“Well, because the wives used the love of their husbands to force their husbands to do things for them, often in a political arena. The men decided that this was no good, as it gave the women too much power and so it was outlawed. Like I said though, its not widely known that that’s why it was outlawed. Everything was kept quiet because the men didn’t want to look like they couldn’t control their wives. I’d say that Dumbledore and us are the only ones who know. I know Snape can’t know because he would never consent to a bond that would make him love Harry. I should warn you though, the heart and soul bond works both ways, to a certain extent, Harry will love Snape too. Not as obsessively of course, but there will be emotional attachment.”

“But Hermione, if Snape won’t agree to the bond if he knows this, why don’t we tell him about it so Harry won’t have to deal with any of this?” Ron asked softly.

“We could. But…”

“What is it?” Ginny questioned, staring intently at Hermione.

“I found out some things about this war that have made me change sides. There I said it.” Hermione breathed, relieved to have finally told someone how she really felt.

“What do you mean?” Ron asked slowly, nervousness hedging his voice. How could Hermione possibly want to be on the side of the war that killed muggles when she was a muggle born.

“I found out that there is a balance. Don’t worry, its not like I want to kill muggles with Voldemort or anything like that. He’s wrong to kill like he does. But Dumbledore has killed too. And more than once. In fact, anyone who went against him has been killed, even if they were simply trying to get him to see reason. He… he’s the one who tortured the Longbottoms. I heard that they wanted to take Harry after Voldemort was defeated. They were friends with the Potters, and if Sirius couldn’t take Harry they were supposed to. I guess Dumbledore wanted to make sure that they never could.

“And, well, he’s willing to sacrifice people for the greater good. He did it to the Potters. He knew that Wormtail was the traitor, but he let them use him as their secret keeper so that Voldemort would be able to mark Harry. I can’t condone those actions either.

“And while muggle-borns are quite necessary to keep the gene pool from getting too shallow, it really isn’t safe for muggle-born students to come to school and then go back to the muggle world where they might reveal our world. Muggles have weapons stronger than magic, that can be used for mass destruction. They could destroy the entire planet if they wanted to. If they knew about our world, they could force us to do magic for them, or they could eradicate us. Its very risky. I… I think that perhaps once you enter the magical world you shouldn’t be allowed to leave without being Obliviated of the knowledge of its existence.” Hermione spoke softly, but surely. She had obviously thought a lot about her decision, and neither Ron nor Ginny could find fault with her logic.

“So you think that with Harry bonded to Snape, he’ll be able to beat Dumbledore and Voldemort and set up a new wizarding government.” Ginny said in awe. It could really work. It’d be hard, but it was just possible.

Hermione nodded shyly, afraid that she would be hated for her views.

“But ‘Mione, what if Harry doesn’t think like that? I can’t see why he wouldn’t with what you told me about what sodding Dumbledore did to his parents, but what if he doesn’t like the idea and then he’s stuck with Snape?” Ron asked.

“I know he’ll agree Ron, because I’ve discussed the war with him. I’ve discussed his views and the politics of the situation. He doesn’t know what Dumbledore did to his family yet, but he already knows that Dumbledore is a manipulative old coot. He’ll want to do this. And before you ask, we can’t tell him, Dumbledore will see it in his mind with his legilimency and then the plan would be ruined. He wouldn’t risk losing Harry like that, he’d find a different bond, one we wouldn‘t be able to control or use to our advantage. So we’ll just have to hide this from Harry until he’s bonded and its too late to do anything about it. He’ll want to do this, trust me.” Hermione smiled shyly, hoping that Ron and Ginny would understand her plan and go along with it.

“I can’t say that I like lying to Harry, ‘Mione, but I understand why you’re doing it. And if it’ll help him in the long run, then I’m in.” Ginny said decisively. Ron sighed deeply and nodded his agreement.

“We’ll do whatever it takes to help Harry in the long run. Even if it means going up against Voldemort and Dumbledore.” Ron said, determination shining through his eyes. The three friends nodded and each decided that they would stand by Harry no matter what.


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Harry woke slowly the next morning. In the back of his mind, he knew something was wrong, and that knowledge kept him from getting up immediately. He didn’t want to remember exactly what was wrong. He knew that he didn’t want to know. So he tried to remain asleep. Unsuccessfully. Though it might have worked had his three friends not decided to come down and wake him up themselves.

“Harry! Time to get up mate!” Ron called. His voice was devoid of joy, which it was normally full of, and Harry immediately remembered the reason for his depression.

“Go ‘way! I don’t wanna get up.” Harry called, pulling the covers over his head miserably.

“Harry,” Ginny said gently. “not getting up won’t make this go away. If you stay here long enough Dumbledore will come get you himself and force you up.”

Harry groaned. She had a point, and he really didn’t want to give the old coot the satisfaction. He pulled the covers down and saw his three friends standing around his bed, watching him with various expressions of worry on their face.

“Its really going to happen, isn’t it?” Harry said quietly. “I can’t believe I let my life get so out of my own control. I never thought that I’d be in this position though,” Harry’s voice was about to crack, and Ginny and Hermione exchanged glances. What they were doing was for the best and Harry would see that once they revealed everything to him.

“What time is it anyway? I really don’t want to have to see everyone before…” Harry asked, trailing off at the end.

“We let you sleep pretty late, and everyone else thought that you’d be pretty upset and needed your rest so its noon, mate,” Ron answered.

Harry nodded. That meant that he had five hours left of freedom. Only five more hours before he’d be the victim of a bonding ceremony, and depending on how long said ceremony took he probably would only have about 6 hours before he was no longer a virgin. Unless the lovely Order had decided that he should have a proper reception first. In which case Harry would refuse to go. This was not something to celebrate.


“Harry, I know this must seem awful, but I promise we’ll find a way to fight back. He won’t be able to completely control you.” Hermione said, a tone of assurance behind her words. Harry looked up confused, how were they supposed to control this situation?

“Uh, ‘Mione, thanks but I really don’t see how we can do anything.”

“I know it seems hopeless, but really Harry nothing in the magical world is how it really seems.” Her words were soft, but filled with conviction. Harry couldn’t help but believe them. Hermione always knew a way out of everything, and as long as she was on his side he’d be ok. She wouldn’t let Snape ruin his life.

“I don’t what we can do, but I am glad you guys are my friends. I… you’re really the first people to care about me, and I love you all. I just want you to know, in case Snape forbids me to see you or something. And I’ll do everything it takes to see you.” Harry couldn’t hold back the tears. It was the end of his life as he knew it.

“Oh, Harry,” Ginny whispered, rushing to his side and wrapping her arms around him. She held him tightly, and Harry accepted the comfort she was so willingly giving him.
Ron and Hermione didn’t wait long before joining in the hug.

“No matter what, Harry,” Ron whispered, “We’re all here for you. And I mean anything. Even if that stupid git Snape is a Death Eater like we always said he was and he forces you to become one too, we’d be right there with you.”

“That’s right Harry.” Hermione continued. “’Cause the war isn’t what matters, family is. That’s all this is about. And you’ve all become my family. When I go home and see my parents, its as if I don’t belong with them. I belong with all of you.”

All four friends were now crying, though Harry was rather relieved. He had been worried about losing his friends, it was his main concern, even over what would happen to him otherwise. “You guys are the best friends ever. The best family ever.” Harry said.

“Oh, how touching,” A voice sneered from the door way. “The Golden Gryffindors growing closer in the wake of the impending bonding. What a lovely moment.”

“What the bloody hell are you doing here Ferret?” Ron asked indignantly.

“You didn’t hear? Snape is my god father. He wanted me here for moral support. So there would be at least one person here mourning for his lost life rather than Potters. Or perhaps I should start calling you Snape? Though that rather seems a disgrace to the good name Uncle Sev has built for himself.”

“You call being known as the Greasy Git a good name? Obviously they changed the definition of the word and forgot to tell people.” Ginny said calmly. Harry remained silent. Draco, the pride of Slytherin, was in his house. Because his ‘husband’ wanted him to be there.

Draco ignored her comment and continued. “He even mentioned a re-sorting once we return to Hogwarts. Can’t have his wife in Gryffindor after all. That would be vile.” Malfoy smirked at Harry, enjoying his opportunity to torture the boy-who-lived-to-be-so-bloody-perfect-no-one-could-compete-with-him. Draco had wanted to beat him at something for years, and now he had his chance. Potter would be married off, and Draco would be free to do whatever he wanted.

“And how is he so sure that if I’m re-sorted I’ll be taken out of Gryffindor?” Harry asked calmly. He didn’t think that anyone had any control over where the hat placed anyone.

Draco smirked again. “Lets just say that someone will be forbidden to tell the hat not to put them in Slytherin this time. That someone will simply have to be put where they truly belong. With all of the sneaky Slytherin they pretend to detest, but are truly a part of.” Harry stared at him shocked. How did he know? “That’s right Potter, we all know you should have been in Slytherin. You’re too much like the Dark Lord not to be there. And before you ask, the headmaster found out that lovely tidbit of information from the sorting hat our first year. It seems that he asked the hat if it noticed anything special about you. And Dumbledore passed on the information to Severus, who of course told me. After all, putting you in Slytherin will allow us all sorts of opportunities to torture you. Its going to be a fun year, Potter.” Draco laughed and headed back out of the room, mission apparently completed. After all, he had only wanted to torment Harry a little, well, a lot, and judging by the stricken look on his face he had succeeded.

Ron, Ginny and Hermione stared at Harry. “Mate, why didn’t you tell us that?” Ron asked.

“I didn’t know how you would react. I mean, you all always hated Slytherins. I didn’t want you to think I was like them too. And then, after I pulled Gryffindor’s sword out of the hat, I didn’t think it was a big deal. Only a real Gryffindor could do that according to Dumbledore, so I must be one.” Harry shrugged, hoping that they would accept this side of him. He looked worriedly at his friends, smiling slightly in the hopes that they would lighten up.

“Harry, we don’t care.” Hermione said firmly. “Whether you’re a Gryffindor or a Slytherin, you’ll still be our friend. We promise.” Ron and Ginny fervently nodded their agreement.

“Besides,” Ron said sheepishly, “the hat kind of said I might do well there too, um cause I’m a great strategist and I’m cunning enough to see what my enemy will do next.” Ron blushed heavily. “But it said that Gryffindor would be better cause I was loyal and brave, and I hated Slytherins so much.” Harry could help but stare at Ron. All this time he had thought that he’d be ostracized by his friends if they knew the truth, but Ron, the biggest and loudest hater of Slytherin, was almost put there too!

Ginny blushed too. “The hat almost put me there too. It said I was sly and secretive, not really Gryffindor behavior, but it didn’t put me there for the same reasons as Ron. I, uh, think that’s just kind of a Weasley thing. Being put in Gryffindor after almost being in Slytherin. I mean, Percy was almost there cause he’s so ambitious, and Fred and George because their so devious. In the end though, we end up in Gryffindor.” Harry could not help gaping. He had never really thought about that before, but now that he did he realized that most of the Weasley’s really did have a couple Slytherin traits. Just like he did. He really did belong in their family.

Hermione nodded. “I noticed that a while ago. When I was first sorted, I thought about why I was in Gryffindor a lot. I have the cool logic and cunning of a Slytherin and the love to learn of a Ravenclaw. Again, though the hat put me in Gryffindor because of my bravery and loyalty. I never really understood it. It truly seems like I should be in Ravenclaw sometimes, but I’m glad I’m not. I never would have become friends with you guys if I was.”

Harry was shocked. Each of his friends could have been in Slytherin. All those years worrying about his almost-house and they would have accepted him readily. He shook his head. “At least none of you had to convince the hat… I kind of had to beg it not to put me in Slytherin. Like really beg.” Harry admitted.

“It ok mate, you’re just a little more Slytherin than the rest of us. Its not a big deal.” Ron said, quite reasonably for him. “And if you end up there anyway, no one will care. I promise. In fact…” Ron trailed off, thinking hard about whether he wanted to continue and get Harry’s hopes off.

“Yes Ron that’s brilliant!” Hermione cried. “If Harry is forced to re-sort, we’ll all put the hat back on, only we’ll insist on being put wherever Harry is, which will most likely by Slytherin. We were all almost there anyway, and that way we’d be able to protect Harry!” Hermione threw her arms around Ron, whose face turned a dark red.

“Do you really mean that?” Harry asked quietly.

“Yeah Harry, we do.” Ginny answered. “It doesn’t matter what house we’re in. As long as we’re together, we’ll still be a family and everything will be fine.”

Someone cleared their throat loudly from the doorway, alerting the four friends to the other’s presence. Harry glared at the headmaster. He definitely didn’t want to see him right now.

“Good afternoon, Harry. I heard from Draco that you had woken up. I do hope you got a good night’s sleep?” Dumbledore asked calmly.

“Actually Professor, I got a rather lousy night’s sleep. I find its hard to rest when you know that your life as you know it is going to end the next day.” Harry answered harshly, no longer caring whether he sounded petulant or not.

The headmaster nodded gravely, he had been expecting a similar comment. “I do hope that you’ll be ready by the time of the ceremony. We shall begin the rituals at four o-clock so that they can be completed by half past five. I had to move up the time a bit to ensure that everything is… shall we say completed by 6. It is imperative that you do not go unprotected for too long. The sooner this is completed the better.” Dumbledore paused, but when Harry didn’t try to say anything he continued, “Well, if you have no questions I shall leave you to prepare.” With one last nod, and an evil twinkle in his eyes, the headmaster swept from the room.

“I guess that answers that question.” Harry groaned. “No reception. Not that I wanted one or anything, but it would have been nice to have an excuse to yell at them for something. If I lose control now, they’ll just feel justified in their decision.” Hermione looked at Harry shrewdly. Harry was truly a Slytherin in Gryffindor robes. He had always watched people carefully and been a rather good judge of character and motive. He often hid it, but he was truly rather intelligent, always hiding is true feelings from all but his closest friends. In fact, there had only been a few times when he hadn’t been able to hide his feelings… like after Sirius died.

“Why don’t we go get some lunch?” Ron asked. “It doesn’t seem like your going to get a chance to eat later.”

“I don’t know… I don’t really want to see-” Harry began.

“Its alright Harry.” Hermione cut him off. “You get dressed and Ginny, Ron, and I will go make sure no one is in the kitchen. We can always cast a privacy spell once we’re in there so they can’t come in.” Harry nodded and his three friends left the room quickly. Sighing, Harry climbed out of his bed and flipped through his trunk for some clothes. ‘I feel like I’m a prisoner on death row about to go to his last meal.’ he thought miserably.

After he was dressed, Harry sat back down on the bed. He had no intention of leaving the safety of his room without someone to run interference for him. He really didn’t want to talk to anyone.

“Harry?” A voice called from the door. “Its all set! Lets go!”

Harry looked up, startled. He hadn’t realized that he had zoned out and Ginny’s enthusiastic words had surprised him. ‘Moody would probably scream at me for not having Constant Vigilance’ he snickered to himself before getting up to join his friends.

Ginny was glad to see some humor on Harry’s face. “What’s so funny?” She asked interestedly.

“Oh nothing. I was just thinking.” Harry answered.

Ginny looked like she wanted to ask more, but they had arrived at the kitchen, which was blessedly empty, with the exception of Ron and Hermione of course.

“How did you get your mum out of the kitchen around lunch time, Ron?” Harry asked.

“Wasn’t that hard actually. We just told her you didn’t want to see anyone and made her feel all guilty for not doing anything to stop Dumbledore.” Ron smirked.

Harry laughed heartily. “I guess you weren’t lying when you said that you were almost in Slytherin. That was some Slytherin worthy manipulation if you ask me.”

“It does come in handy from time to time, huh?” He grinned, glad to see Harry in a somewhat better mood.

“So,” Harry began, looking around the kitchen. “What is there to eat now that your mum can’t cook for us?”

Ginny looked indignant. “I’ll have you know that I can cook just as well as my mum can, thank you very much.” She stomped teasingly over to the counters and began taking food out. “How do sandwiches sound to you guys?” She asked innocently.

Hermione giggled. “Yeah, Gin, you can cook just as well as your mum. When it comes to stuff you don’t actually have to cook.” The original Golden Trio burst into laughter, and Ginny glared at them, but soon she too joined in, laughing at her own expense.

“What, may I ask, is so amusing?” A cold voice asked from the doorway. A feeling of dread washed over Harry at the sound of that voice. They had forgotten to set up a privacy charm and now the person he least wanted to see was standing in the kitchen with them.

“Nothing, Professor Snape.” Hermione said, the first to regain control. “We were just joking around.”

“You would do well to stop. Other people desire to eat that do not have any wish to listen to four teenagers cackling.” Snape swept into the room and over to the counters to inspect what food there was. “Where is Molly? She should be making lunch about now.” Snape asked suspiciously.

“We asked to be alone in here Professor.” Ron said glaring at the greasy potions master.

Snape turned cold eyes on Harry. “Not up to seeing anyone, my dear?” He sneered. “Too excited about our little honeymoon?”

Harry scowled. Snape was deliberately baiting him, but he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of exploding. If he had to go through with this he would find another way to make Snape’s life as miserable as possible. “Of course, Sevie! I’m almost as excited as you are.” Harry smirked evilly.

He had expected Snape to become angry and scream at him, but instead the older man gave him a calculating look. “Well, then, I shall leave you with your friends for now. I’ll see you in three hours Harry.” Snape swept out of the room, leaving four flabbergasted teens in his wake.

“Wow,” Harry whispered, somewhat speechless.

“I can’t believe he actually let you call him that!” Ron choked out. “He didn’t even scowl when you called him Sevie!”

Ginny grinned. “Well, if he’s not going to oppose it, I think you should take advantage of it.”

Harry smiled back. “Its just one more way that I intend to torture him.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow. “If you want ways to torture him I’ve got some suggestions with definite possibilities.” Harry laughed. Maybe there would be a tiny bit of good in this bond… even if it was only in torturing Snape a little at a time.


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Severus was surprised that Potter had not screamed at him as soon as he entered the room. He knew that the boy would be keen to avoid him, but he couldn’t resist testing his soon-to-be bond mate. When his entrance to the room had not triggered a hostile reaction, he had decided to test Harry, knowing that the boy would be sensitive to anyone treating the marriage as if it was one of love and not force.

Once again, Potter had surprised him. Rather than kick and scream like a child, he had tried to get his own digs in at Severus. He shuddered. ‘Sevie has to be the most repulsive thing I have ever heard. Potter will never call me that again. Though, with that kind of response to my remark, Potter is definitely not as Gryffindor as I thought. Yes, when I resort him Potter will definitely find himself in Slytherin.’ There was no way Severus would allow himself to remain married to a Gryffindor if there was anything that he could do to prevent it.


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Harry was pacing in his room. It was almost four, and he was due downstairs any minute. He knew that he should have left already, but he could not make himself. He refused to admit it to his friends, but he was quite terrified. He was a virgin about to be married off to someone who had no interests in making his first time special, or even painless. What little he knew of what was going to happen allowed him to realize that he was going to be in pain, even if Snape was gentle, which he somehow doubted would happen.

Quite surprisingly he realized that he wasn’t upset that he was marrying a man, just that that man was Snape. He was gay. How could he not be after that disastrous relationship with Cho? And he’d always been a little too obsessed with Draco, and the tension between them was unbelievable. It didn’t really bother him. He knew that the wizarding world was tolerant of gays, that they welcomed any type of relationship. There was no reason not too, as the main issue in the wizarding world was continuing the family and there was every possibility for male couples to become pregnant. He knew that once in a while a man would get pregnant naturally, if he had high enough magical levels to support it of course, but that most of the time a potion had to be used.

‘Well,’ he thought bitterly, ‘at least I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant. I suspect the only people powerful enough to get pregnant now are Voldemort and Dumbledore, and somehow I can’t see either of those two having a baby.’ Harry snickered to himself, the worry momentarily relieved as he allowed himself to forget what was coming.

A knock on the door shocked Harry out of his reverie. He spun around to see who had disturbed him and was quite shocked to see Remus. He honestly hadn’t thought that he would see Remus. The man had seemed rather embarrassed at the meeting the previous day, refusing to meet Harry’s eye.

“Harry, I-” Remus began, not really knowing what to say.

“Its ok Remus. You couldn’t have done anything. I know. I don’t blame you.” Harry whispered. Somehow having to reassure Remus only reminded him how miserable he actually was.

“I want you to know that I would never want you to do this. I don’t want it to happen. But I can’t oppose Dumbledore, not when he has the ministry behind him. If he didn’t things would be different. I, I think he knew that.” Remus said just as softly.

“I know. Had the ministry opposed it would have been easy to get out of this. He always was a manipulative old coot.” Harry said solemnly.

Remus laughed. “That he is Harry. He’s ruined more lives than I care to count. More lives than Voldemort in some ways.”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, I think I see what you mean. I guess this is all nothing in comparison to some of the stuff he’s done, but somehow it seems worse when it happens to you.” He smiled deprecatingly at Remus.

“NO, Harry, you have every right to be upset. You shouldn’t have to do this. Hell, you shouldn’t have to do anything related to the war, you’re just a kid. Dumbledore didn’t give you a choice, and for that you have every right to be angry.” Remus sighed. “I’m angry for you.” Harry ran over to Remus and threw his arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder. He hadn’t allowed himself to lose control, but now he did. Remus was the closest thing he had to a father, and he wanted some form of parental comfort at the moment.

“Its ok, Harry” Remus soothed. “We’ll find a way to do something. We’ll make them pay, make sure you have some freedom. I won’t let them hurt you.” Harry knew that Remus was just trying to make him feel better, but there was honesty in his words. He knew that Remus would truly always be there for him, and the knowledge made him feel better. He loved his friends, but they couldn’t protect him, and Remus might have a shot. Being a werewolf was good for some things.

“I know you don’t want to do this Harry, but its time. You have to go down there.” Remus didn’t want to ruin the moment, but he knew that if he didn’t, the headmaster would do it himself.

Harry nodded, quickly pulling himself together. “Lets just go get this over with. Maybe it won’t be so bad.” Harry smiled, trying to lighten the mood rather unsuccessfully and headed out the door, Remus following behind. He hadn’t been fooled by Harry’s sudden change of mood. He knew the younger man was dieing inside and could only hope that something happened to save him before it was too late.


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A/N: Muahaha!! What happens next you ask? Hehe, I don’t want to give anything away, but there will obviously be the bonding ceremony (though I don‘t think I‘ll be describing that in detail… it drags the story down a bit, let me know if you really want it in there), and possibly the meeting between Harry and his friends post bond. I know that Harry seems rather emotional during this chapter, but I think anyone would be in his place. As I said before, this story will be pretty dark. There is no real light and dark here, but I promise Harry won’t be the victim forever. Just long enough for there to be plenty of angst, lol, because I like it. But Harry will eventually gain the upper hand, so don’t worry…. And I have a feeling that there will be a lovely scene involving the use of Sevie as a nickname. Lol. Anyway, please review and tell me whether or not I am wasting my time writing this story!