Chapter 1: Bonds Formed
Bonds of Hope
Chapter One: Bonds Formed
tw: there is rape and mentions of rape in this chapter though I do try to not be too graphic.
Harry was walking through the dungeons of Hogwarts, on his way to his first detention of fourth year. Not even a week into the year and he already had a detention. He really wasn't surprised, though.
He stopped.
His magic had been weird all week, especially around Draco Malfoy and Professor Snape. He didn't know why. Everything was rather confusing. Everything felt different. They had been acting differently around him also, almost as if they were feeling the same things.
But it hadn't felt this strong or dangerous before. It hadn't tugged at him before.
He followed the pull of his magic because he just knew that something bad was happening and he needed to get there to help. He sped up as the pull got stronger and more urgent.
He turned the corner into a dusty, unused corridor and stopped in horror at the sight he found, his magic flaring dangerously, not that anyone seemed to notice.
Draco was on the floor, crying and naked as an older Slytherin, naked from the waist down, straddled him, "Your father isn't very happy with you, Draco," the boy sneered down at him as he pounded into the young, terrified boy and carved his chest open with a knife. He didn't cut deep, but enough for blood to be trailing down his side, "He asked us to teach you a lesson," the older boy gestured to the other older Slytherins standing around them, laughing at the younger boy's pleas and the magic that tried to get them to stop and failed.
Every protective instinct in Harry flared alongside his magic and he gnarled his teeth as his magic burst outwards, causing the older Slytherins to fly backwards and hit the walls; the one boy was still on top of Draco, however. Pounding into him still, even as he grinned at Harry before throwing his knife.
Harry barely registered the pain as his magic burst again in anger and this time the boy flew off Draco, his head cracking into the wall and knocking him unconscious.
Harry ran over to Draco and covered him in his cloak as he took the shaking boy into his arms and tried comforting him, surprised that the boy didn't flinch given everything that had just happened. Instead Draco cuddled into his chest and cried, clutching at his shirt tightly.
Harry saw movement out of the corner of his eyes and his magic flared again but he was too late to stop the cutting curse from hitting Draco and himself.
He felt a burst of angry magic, this time not his own, speeding down the corridor and watched as the boy who cast the curse crashed into the wall. He felt his magic mingling with the two other angry and terrified magics in the air even as he started to fade from blood loss and pain, and the sheer energy surrounding and filling him.
He collapsed into the strong, dark clad arms, blacking out as their magics mixed together.
Harry awoke with a pained groan. His stomach hurt. His shoulder hurt. His chest hurt in more ways than one. He blinked a few times to adjust to the daylight seeping in through the windows of the hospital wing.
His magic felt stronger, and it seemed to be searching for someone. Panic filled his mind as he remembered what happened. He shot up, ignoring the pain, and looked around the room. He saw what appeared to be a younger version of Professor Snape asleep in the bed next to him, though he seemed to be stirring awake. He couldn't find Draco, however, and this caused the panic to get worse.
Madame Pomfrey entered the wing from her office and rushed over to him.
"Harry, it is okay, breathe," she said, a kind smile on her face.
"Where's Draco? What happened? Where is he?"
A groan came from the Professor's bed and they watched as he took a few seconds to remember what happened before he was out of the bed and sitting next to Harry, looking at him in concern, "Potter, are you okay? Poppy, where's Draco? What happened?" Harry felt his magic calm slightly at Snape's closeness and his heart warmed at the care he felt coming from the now younger man.
"Well, erm… apparently your magics have… joined…"
"Where's Draco?" Harry and Severus said at the same time, both clearly panicked.
"He is in the Headmaster's office, waiting for his parents to come and pick him up," she said, but they could tell she was hiding something.
"No. He can't go back to them," Harry said adamantly, his panic and magic flaring again.
"Harry, he has to-"
"No. His father ordered the older Slytherins to hurt him. One of them raped him on his father's orders. I will not allow him to go back to them," it also just didn't feel right to send him away, like he was missing something.
"Harry, when all your magics mingled, he was de-aged. He doesn't remember-"
"But Lucius does. And I can tell you are hiding something from us. What is it? My magic is telling me things and I need Draco. So just bloody tell us what the hell is going on," he didn't even care that he was being rude. He needed to know where Draco was.
"He was de-aged to an 8 month foetus, he implanted in your womb Harry. You are a male bearer. The Headmaster said that because of your age and everything you have been through it would be best to do a c-section on you so you don't have to worry about it. He is healthy enough. The Headmaster said he should go back to his original parents, so you both can do what you need to do, despite the fact that the magic involved also changed Draco's DNA so that you two are now his biological and magical parents,"
Harry and Severus were in shock.
"So, you thought it acceptable to perform a c-section on me without my permission, and then take our son away from us?" Harry said, anger seeping into his voice.
"I didn't say I agreed with what the Headmaster ordered Harry. But he is your magical guardian, and as you aren't an adult, he somewhat has control of your medical needs,"
"That still doesn't give you the right to take our son from us and place him with people who are no longer his parents, and who can and will harm him," Harry growled, "Go and get my son, and bring him to me. I need him, but I am in too much pain from the unwanted medical procedure you did to me to be able to get him myself,"
"Harry…"
"No. I need my son," his magic was getting out of control, and so was Snape's, "Bring me my son," the windows were shaking and some had small cracks in from the flaring of his magic.
She just nodded and left for her office again. Their magic calmed down slightly whilst it was just the two of them, but not much. They needed their son. They needed to know he was okay.
She re-entered the ring again five minutes later, a tiny bundle in her arms and an angry Headmaster. Well, he tried to hide his anger behind his grandfather façade, but they could see the hardness in his eyes and stature.
Harry sighed happily as his son was placed gently into his arms. He looked down at the tiny baby and studied him in awe and love, his once platinum blonde hair was now little tufts of black, he had a cute little button nose, soft cheekbones and pouty lips. He was sleeping so he didn't know what colour his eyes were, but he was perfect.
Both Harry's and Snape's magic calmed the longer their son was in Harry's arms. Snape rubbed the pad of his thumb over Draco's cheeks in awe and Harry smiled at him shyly. Snape smiled a very small smile back before they went back to looking at their son, ignoring the two others in the room.
At least, until Dumbledore cleared his throat and they turned to glare at him, Harry holding Draco a tad tighter to his chest.
"Harry, my boy, you must understand-"
"I don't have to understand anything. Maybe I would have wanted to give birth to Draco but you stole that opportunity from me with your decision. I wake up after witnessing Draco being raped by older Slytherins, something that was ordered by Lucius by the way, and trying to save him, only to not find him here. Then I am told that he is now my son and you decided, in your infinite wisdom, that I would rather him be with his original parents. You decided that Professor Snape, who is an adult despite his younger looks, also would rather him be with his original parents. What makes you think we wouldn't want our son?"
"Harry, both you and Severus have important and dangerous roles to play in what is to come. You can't do those things if you are weighed down by a child. You can't do those things if you are together. You are also only fourteen, and according to magic Severus is now only seventeen, both too young for the burdens of parenthood,"
"And who says either of us want to play those important and dangerous roles in what is to come? Did anyone bother asking me if I wanted to fight Tom? No, I was just chucked in the deep end every year. Don't think I don't know about how you have been testing me. It is pretty obvious. I don't care about our bloody ages either. I am sure both of us would be better parents than Lucius Malfoy ever could be. We wouldn't order our son to be hurt, or raped, for starters,"
"I am sure it is all a misunderstanding-"
"No, I quite clearly heard Montague, the student who was raping Draco, say that Lucius has ordered them to punish him. Is anything being done to punish the students involved?"
"Harry, I don't see why-" he started, with a questioning look in his eyes.
"Shut up! I don't care what the fuck you have to say," he growled, "I know. I know that you have just been using me, that you have been stealing from me and paying my so-called friends, and all that. Do you honestly think I did nothing last summer when I was in Diagon Alley? No, I went to Gringotts. And despite the fact that I pretend to be an average student, I am not. I was also meant to be a Slytherin, as you already know. I know, probably not everything, but enough to know what games you are trying to play with me. And I have had enough of this shit. I thought I would play along for a while, but I am done. You may be my magical guardian, for now, but you aren't Draco's. We are the only ones who can decide where he lives. Not you. So we will be raising our son, without interference from you. And, if you don't punish the students who were gang raping my son, then I will go to the bloody aurors myself, or just leave," Harry was breathing deeply by the time he finished, he was so angry at the man, for all the things he had been hiding. For trying to take his son away. For everything.
"I think we will continue this conversation when you have had some time to calm down and think things through," Dumbledore said, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he and Madame Pomfrey left the room again.
Harry took deep breaths to try and get his magic and pain under control, calming somewhat easily now it was just him and his family. He knew there were still things they didn't know, but there were ways to find out, and he couldn't handle being around anyone else at that moment. He just needed his family. Because that is what they were now.
He felt tears in his eyes but he didn't let them fall, not yet.
"I'm sorry I didn't let you say anything. I just needed to get things out. I needed…" Harry trailed off, there was a lot he wanted to say but he didn't know how to. He wasn't good at speaking.
"It's okay. You are young, adjusting to your new feelings, your new power levels. It is difficult. Have you really been pretending to be an average student?" Snape said gently, although he was rather confused as to why someone would pretend to be average.
"Yes, but I would rather not talk about it at the moment. Can you grab our clipboards from the end of our beds so we can see if there are any more answers on them, please?"
Snape nodded and grabbed them both before sitting back next to Harry, "We are magically and soul bonded," he said in what sounded like awe, "I have been de-aged to the age of seventeen, until you reach the age of seventeen apparently, then I will start aging again. We are both magically stronger, but we will need to go to Gringotts to find out just how strong and if there are any specific gifts we have acquired. You are recovering well from the knife wound to your shoulder, from the cutting curse to your chest, and from the c-section, although you haven't been given any potions to help with pain. Which is unusual for Poppy unless Dumbledore ordered her to give you none. Your body has started developing breast milk. Apparently what happened to us all is called the Bonds of Hope ritual, although it doesn't specify what this is, and I haven't heard of it before," Snape held out his hand and summoned a pain relief potion, and it flew into his hand a minute later.
He uncorked the potion and held it out to Harry who looked at it wearily.
"It is safe for people who are pregnant or breastfeeding. I make batches of potions like this every year just in case, sometimes a student gets pregnant and needs potions that are safe for them and the child,"
Harry grinned and took the potion, knocking it back and sighing in relief as the pain slowly left his body.
"Dobby," Harry called and smiled at the elf that popped up next to the bed.
"Master Harry has a baby," Dobby said, a large smile on his little face.
"Yes, Dobby. We will explain more to you later on, however. Will you be able to go to Gringotts and grab Griphook for us, please? Tell him it is rather urgent and to bring my accounts so we can go over them, as well as three inheritance tests, one of which is for a baby, and three full health tests,"
"Yes, Master Harry,"
"Thank you," Dobby popped away.
Draco let out a little cry and they both looked at him in awe as he opened his eyes which were surprisingly the same shade as Harry's, but they also had little deep forest green flecks in them, which Harry realised now that they were sitting so close together was the actual shade of Snape's eyes. A very dark forest green, almost black, but not quite. They were quite stunning, beautiful even.
Some instinct told Harry that Draco was hungry and he blushed slightly as he lowered one shoulder of his hospital gown and gently cupped Draco's head and guided it so that he could latch onto his nipple.
He watched with a small smile of awe and love as Draco latched on and started drinking. He ignored how oddly weird and amazing it felt, all of his attention on his son as he ran his fingers through the fine hair on his tiny head which Harry knew would get thicker with time as both Harry and Snape had a fair amount of hair.
When Draco was done feeding, Snape conjured a cloth and placed it over Harry's shoulder and Harry lifted Draco to burp him, gently patting and rubbing his tiny, onesie covered, back, his instincts telling him what to do as he had certainly had no interactions with a baby before.
"Would you like to hold our son?" Harry asked as he finished burping the little one.
Snape nodded and he gently placed the baby in the older man's arms. He watched with a smile as Snape looked at the wide awake baby with eyes filled with love and hope.
Dobby popped back into the room with Griphook at his side. Griphook looked at the three of them with eyes of awe, confusion and a hint of danger, which confused Harry, as he took in the situation.
"Dobby, you can stay if you want," Harry said kindly and Dobby nodded with a bright grin.
"You didn't tell me you were pregnant the last times we met," Griphook growled.
"That would be because I wasn't pregnant when we met. What do you know of the Bonds of Hope ritual?"
Griphook's eyes widened slightly in shock, "Not much, I will have to go back to the bank to speak to King Ragnok about it as he knows more. I do know that it is very rare though as Lady Magic herself is the only one who can bring it about, and she only does so if she deems the people involved worthy of the bond. When did the bond happen?"
"Last night,"
"And you have already given birth?" Griphook growled, both protective and angry.
"It's a bit hard not to when your magical guardian demands the school's medi-witch to perform a c-section on you when you are unconscious," Harry growled back, his anger at the situation giving way to surprise when the goblin's magic flared.
"He did what!" he shouted, causing Madame Pomfrey to rush out of her office and look at the scene in shock.
"I am sorry, Master Goblin, but why are you in my hospital wing?" she said, trying not to sound rude.
"My client wanted to speak to me, as is his right," he growled at the woman, "May I ask what the emergency was when you performed a c-section on an unconscious male bearer without his consent?"
If looks could kill Madame Pomfrey would be six foot under.
"There wasn't an emergency. His magical guardian demanded it, as is his right-"
"No, it wasn't his right. You see, when a male bearer becomes pregnant, or a witch for that matter, no matter how old they may be, no matter the situation that leads them to becoming pregnant, they automatically become an adult, unless, of course, they are already an adult. Even if the babe is miscarried, the witch or bearer in question still remains a legal adult. Therefore, Albus Dumbledore had no right to demand anything, and both you, as a supposedly competent healer, and he should have known that. So, why did you perform a c-section on an unconscious male bearer when there wasn't an emergency?"
"Harry has already been through so much, we didn't think he would want to endure childbirth also, at such a young age,"
Griphook snarled, "You are supposed to be a competent healer, are you not?" Madame Pomfrey nodded, "Then you should bloody well know that you should never perform a c-section on a male bearer without his permission unless there is something wrong with either himself or the child that could lead to one or both of their deaths. Was there anything that could have led to his or his child's deaths?"
"No. He had some injuries, but none were close to being fatal," she whispered, her skin turning paler by the second.
"Then you should have left him to have the child naturally when the time was right. As is his right to choose to do so. And I shall be taking Lord Potter, his soulmate, and their child to see his personal healer in the hopes that they will be able to sort out any damage you may have caused,"
"D-damage?" Harry stuttered in fear for his son.
Madame Pomfrey looked as if she had seen a ghost with how pale she was, but she still looked angrily at the goblin, "They are both fine. I have checked them over and there is nothing amiss,"
"For now. Clearly you aren't as competent a healer as you should be. You work in a school full of hormonal teenagers and you clearly don't know the first thing about male bearer pregnancy. If you did, you wouldn't have performed that c-section, or you would have waited until Lord Potter woke up and gotten his permission. You also clearly don't know anything about the Bonds of Hope. If you did you would have left him pregnant until his body went into labour. You also clearly don't know anything about child abuse, because if you did, given the amount of times Harry says he has been in here over the years, you would have realised something was amiss and done something about it, as is your responsibility. So, I am taking them to a competent Healer, one who knows Harry's medical history, and about male bearers, so that they can try and sort this mess out before complications arise,"
"You can't just take them out of the school," she said indignantly, still looking rather pale, although she could tell that she was losing the battle, if there even was one in the first place.
"Yes, I can. Lord Potter is now legally an adult. Potions Master Snape is both physically and legally an adult. They can both leave the castle whenever they want to. And Lord Potter and his child need urgent medical attention from someone who knows what the hell they are doing. That is reason enough for any absence, I will write to the Board of Governors to explain the situation so that they can deal with the Headmaster and yourself, and explain to the other teachers, as well as find cover for Potions class. They may be gone a while depending on how fine they really are," Griphook growled.
Dobby, who was glaring at the medi-witch, took hold of the goblin, Harry, and Snape, who held Draco protectively in his arms, and popped them away to the hospital wing in Gringotts just as the main doors to the hospital wing burst open.
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