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Harry Potter: The Dark Bonds

A chilling tale unfolds as young Harry discovers that companionship can arise from the darkest corners, even within the recesses of his own mind. Eight-year-old Harry stumbles upon an unsettling solace in a conscious fragment of Tom Riddle's soul. Oblivious to the ominous price he'll pay for befriending the dark lord, Harry embarks on a haunting journey. As the bond between the unlikely pair deepens, the shadows of their alliance cast an eerie pallor over his world. Loyalties become shrouded in ambiguity, sacrifices take on a sinister hue, and the haunting promise of never being alone again echoes with a macabre resonance. Brace yourself for a harrowing exploration where the lines between friend and foe blur, and the magic of connection unfolds amidst the ominous backdrop of solitude's enduring shadows.

Galaxy_Wonder · Book&Literature
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93 Chs

Unexpected Reunion: A Potter in His House

He'd just allowed a Potter into his house.

"You have a lovely home Mr. Snape."

Severus stared at him.

"It's quite modest, and rather homey," the boy continued, rambling a bit (for, though fear was curiously absent from the child's countenance, nervous excitement was not), "Say, you wouldn't happen to be related to any Waynes, would you? I think it might be your general silhouette, but you rather remind me of -"

"Mr...Potter."

The boy paused in his nervous rant and simultaneous inspection of his kitchen. "Yes sir?"

"If you do not have any pressing business here...I'd ask you to kindly get out."

The boy looked up at him with...understanding? "Tom said you wouldn't be too happy to see me. He said you didn't like my dad too much. But that's ok. Tom says I take after my mother. He said you l-"

The child winced and rubbed his forehead, falling silent

Severus froze. The boy knew...about him and James Potter. The boy knew who he was. How? Hadn't Albus said he was living with muggles?

"Mr. Snape?"

Now that he looked more closely at the boy, he had to agree. He did take after his mother. His eyes...they were identical to Lily's. They held the same earnestness and cleverness, the same kindness. His beloved Lily's beautiful eyes...looking at him from James Potter's face. It was maddening.

"Why...are you here?" He decided to go with straight-forward.

"Tom said that you could help us."

That name again. "And who is this...Tom?"

"He's a friend of yours."

Friend? Severus had few 'friends' (if any), and most definitely none named Tom.

"He said you might not recognize the name," he sighed, "Perhaps you should speak to him yourself."

Severus was about to impatiently inquire as to where exactly this 'Tom' was, when the boy closed his eyes, seemingly frowning in concentration. He watched curiously as the boy's breath hitched and he stumbled over, before straightening his posture into a stance far more confident and rigid than what it had been. When the boy opened his eyes again, it was no longer Lily's vivacious green looking up at him – it was instead a very familiar crimson.

"Hello, Severus."

He stepped back, his heart hammering in his chest. "Look, Potter, I don't know what you're playing at, but -"

"Crucio."

He gasped, shock penetrating every fibre of his being as he fell to his knees, the sensation of white-hot knives slicing through him infecting every inch of flesh in his body. He bit his lip, to keep from crying out, but just as he started to taste copper in his mouth, it all stopped.

He looked up to find a malicious smile on the boy's face and a gleeful spark lighting his eyes. Such familiar eyes. Singularly unique eyes.

No, he told himself, no - it's not possible. The Dark Lord was dead...dead, along with his beloved Lily. Everyone knew that - it had been that way for nearly a a decade...

But...the Headmaster was quite convinced that the dark lord's demise was only temporary. So perhaps... perhaps it was not so impossible. That and...there was no way a 10 year old Harry Potter would be able to cast a wandless cruciatus curse without breaking a sweat. That definitely wasn't possible.

"Pluralitas non est ponenda sine necessitate."

Really, the question was, what was more implausible? Harry Potter showing up out of nowhere with the uncanny ability to cast the cruciatus curse without a wand, or the Dark Lord possessing the child? Well, when he phrased it like that, the answer was obvious.

"M-my lord?"

The cruel smile did not leave Harry Potter's countenance.

"I...I don't understand...h-how...?"

"Perhaps another time, Severus. Right now, I require your skills."

He quickly bowed his head. "Anything, my lord."

He was grateful to have an excuse to look away; it was eerie – scratch that, downright disturbing – seeing those red eyes where Lily's had been a moment ago. Even more disconcerting was seeing that familiar, deceptively serene smile that had often graced the Dark Lord's face emanating from the countenance of his old enemy.

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