Bonded chapter 80

Chapter 80 -

"So, why exactly are the two of you planning to kill Snape?" Tonks couldn't help but ask as she and Harry walked along the path in front of them.

The two had apparated into a pair of fields close to the Weasley house and started walking from there, the reason being that they were both going to meet the Lovegoods, who lived nearby. The reason for this meeting was that Tonks had a job interview with Mr Lovegood. She was quite surprised when Hedwig delivered her letter and came back within the same hour, something that shouldn't have been possible for a regular owl. It was after that when Harry explained that Hedwig apparently had a symbiote of her own and had offered to show Tonks.

But she had refused as she was already stressed as it was, though she was definitely going to see later, as she really wanted to know what an owl with a symbiote looked like. Maybe it'd even be cute. She doubted it.

Once they had started walking, Tonks had decided to bring up what Harry had said earlier. What she hadn't expected was for a black tentacle to shoot out of Harry's stomach and for the tip to transform into the angry face of Venom.

"Because he's a fucking death consuming bitch!" Venom said emphatically before Harry grabbed him and shoved him back into his stomach, where Venom obediently dissolved out of view.

"That," Harry nodded in agreement. "Also, for what he's done. The man has tried to ruin the lives of so many students, including yours, for petty reasons or just because he can. If it wasn't for him, then guys like Neville and I could have actually enjoyed potions class. If that wasn't bad enough then the cunt bastard also let his little Slytherin cunts get away with anything and everything short of murder while coming down on a storm on anyone who dares to fight back. Dumbledore certainly won't do anything substantial to make Snape behave."

"Yeah," Tonks agreed, familiar enough with Snape to know that Harry was unfortunately telling the truth. "It feels like it wasn't that long ago that Dumbledore got him off from trying to read your mind."

"I almost hope he tries again," Harry growled. "Still, I have only been capable of keeping him out since Venom joined with me. Before that, I didn't even know he was reading my mind. You tell me, Tonks, do you know what it feels like? Your mother told me once that she had taught you the basics of ocllumency when you were younger. Imagine if she didn't. Imagine spending years in what was supposed to be a safe haven for you, only to discover that a man who hates you was reading your mind the whole time you were here. How many times did he do it, Tonks? What did he see? Did he see me getting beaten up at the Dursleys'? Did he tell Dumbledore about it or did he laugh and enjoy himself over it in private, hmm?"

"That is disturbing," Tonks shivered. "But it's not just that, is it, Harry?" She asked knowingly.

"Did you know that Snape is a Death Eater?" He asked her in response.

"He was a Death Eater, according to old Dumbledore," Tonks frowned. "Apparently, he turned sides and gave up some really important information." She said sceptically.

"When I fought Voldemort, something happened." Harry sighed deeply. "I learnt a lot, I gained a lot of Voldemort's memories." He revealed to her.

"What?!" Tonks squawked. "You...you have his memories?!" She gaped at him.

"Every single one to the day that he tried to kill me for the first time," Harry said darkly. "And that means I know a lot of stuff I probably shouldn't, stuff like how one becomes a Death Eater. There is a ritual that you have to go through. To do the ritual, you have to do something to prove your worth to Voldemort. Bring him something valuable or kill someone for him, that type of stuff. Once it's done, he ties you to him. You belong to him, just as Snape belongs to Voldemort."

"Why would Dumbledore trust Snape so deeply then?" Tonks couldn't help but ask.

"He knows Snape's motive," Harry said with an angry look on his face. "The sallow-faced bastard was in love with our mother."

"HE'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR HER!" Venom's voice boomed from within Harry, startling Tonks while Harry gave a stiff nod in agreement and continued as if an angry alien hadn't just yelled from inside of him.

"Snape tried to convince Voldemort to spare her, just her," Harry continued. "He didn't give two shits what happened to me or my father, probably hoped that he could get in on the rebound after the pair of us were killed. I reckon Snape didn't trust Volddemort to keep her alive so he probably went to Dumbledore and sprouted off some bullshit about truly loving her or some tripe like that. Dumbledore probably gobbled that up, and next thing you know, he has a pet Death Eater redemption project. He either doesn't know or doesn't care what Snape did to get into the Death Eaters in the first place."

"I'm not sure I want to know," Tonks said with a disturbed frown. She thought for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. "Screw it, tell me what he did."

"Voldemort brought a random Muggle girl into the room," Snarled Harry. "He had Snape perform all three unforgivables on her."

"Sweet Merlin," Tonks gasped. "Please tell me that you're joking."

"I wish," Harry said with a shake of his head. "After that, Snape was one of them. He supplied tons of potions for Voldemort and even went out on a few Death Eater missions. He did quite a few messed-up things, Dumbledore's pretty much decided that Snape should be absolved of all of his sins. Because if the 'Great Albus Dumbledore' has forgiven him, then so should the rest of us mere mortals, what the law and the victims want be dammned. But there's one sin I won't forgive Snape for, one we won't ever forget. A prophecy was revealed to Dumbledore, one that said someone who would soon be born would have the power to end Voldemort. Snape overheard it and told Voldemort, and because of that, my parents were targeted. Snape is responsible for the death and destruction of so many, and because of Dumbledore, he never spent a single day in prison to make up for it. That's why I think we need some changes, Tonks. The government is corrupt beyond belief, the rotten have more power than the rest, and Dumbledore is more focused on maintaining the status quo than he is on helping fix the world in any meaningful way. It's a large part of why I think you should work with The Quibbler, it's not anywhere near Daily Prophet levels, but they'll at least let you write whatever you want.

There are few people in the world like you, Tonks, people who are willing to do what you think is right above all else, even when it hurts. I don't think you'll want to stay in the Quibbler for the rest of your life, but it can at least be a good stepping stone into whatever your next career is. Luna said that her father is willing to let you work part-time as well, so you can find another job whilst you're working here."

"Harry," Tonks said slowly, staring at him deeply. "I...I don't know what to say...I...that's a lot to digest, you know," She managed to huff out.

"It is, I suppose," Harry admitted just as they finally reached the Lovegood house.

"With the greatest of respect, are you shitting me?" Tonks asked mildly as she looked up at a house which was in the shape of a giant rook chess piece.

"Hey, they're a little weird, but I'd be more than happy to take ten of them over half the people working in the ministry," Harry said with a small grin.

"Good Merlin, imagine the pair of them in charge of the Ministry,"

"I'd be the first to work for them," Harry's grin got bigger.

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"You're a lifesaver, Harry," Sirius said appreciatively.

The pair of them were currently in the loft of the building, waving their wands in sync to clear up all of the mess, and there was a LOT of mess. The house hadn't been cleaned in literally more than a decade, which would be bad enough for a regular muggle home, but in a home infected with decades of dark magic use, it was a lot harder to clean. Sirius wouldn't say that he was a master of cleaning charms, but he knew how to use them as well as any other wizard. With that being said, he couldn't get rid of the one odd stain on the floor that looked suspiciously like his own face. He had been considering blasting the damn thing and rebuilding the floor when Harry came in and vanished the thing with a simple wave of his wand.

It might have only been a small thing, getting rid of a simple stain on the floor, but sweet Merlin, it made Sirius swell up with pride. He imagined that this was probably how James and Lily would have been feeling, had they still been alive. Every single spell that Harry performed made Sirius want to coo and snap a picture of him. He knew that Harry would be going back to Hogwarts soon, so he was more than happy to spend as much time with him as he possibly could, after all, he had a lot of time to make up for.

"It's not a problem, Sirius," Harry assured him as the pair exited the loft and began making their way downstairs. "Did you ever find out what happened to your house elf?" He asked lightly.

"Yeah, I did," Sirius said with a small sigh. "Little trick you should know about the house elves, Harry, a master can always call for their house elf with their magic. I couldn't even sense Kreacher anymore, meaning one of two things. The first is that the old bastard has left the family, which I doubt; the thing was as proud of the family as my thankfully departed mother. The other possibility is that he's dead. Meaning my life is great at the moment. Free from Azkaban, with my family, my real family, and no grouchy old house elf wandering about."

"So, things are pretty positive right now?" Smiled Harry.

"Oh yeah," Sirius confirmed with a happy nod. "Now, if I could only get rid of Voldemort and that blasted portrait of my mother, I could die happy then."

"Well, there's no rush on that," Harry told him with a frown. "Don't worry about old Voldy, his time is coming soon."

"That confident, are you?" Sirius asked him in an uncharacteristically serious voice just as they reached the bottom floor of the house. "Harry, I of all people will not deny that you're a powerful wizard, but Voldemort is not to be underestimated. You say you've beaten the evil bastard before, I believe you wholeheartedly. But next time might be much, much harder. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

"I am," Harry said softly. "But you don't need to worry, Sirius. I won't underestimate him, I know better than anyone on the whole planet what he is capable of. I won't underestimate him, and now he knows better than to underestimate me. Besides, he still hasn't seen all of my tricks yet." Harry finished with a smirk.

"BLOOD TRAITORS!" The portrait of Sirius's mother exploded as the curtains covering her slammed open. "MUDBLOODS! HALF-BREEDS! FILTH! VERMIN! DISGRACES!"

"Oh, to hell with it," Harry aimed his wand at her. "Makankōsappō!" A bright, orange beam surrounded by multiple rings shot out from Harry's wand and crashed into the portrait. Harry ignored the screams of the portrait and pushed harder. The beam drilled through the protective shield on the portrait and tore a massive hole in the portrait right where Walburga's face was, damaging the wall behind as well. Harry ended the spell before it drilled through the entire house. The portrait fell off the wall with a giant hole in the middle, Harry turned to Sirius, who was beaming at him with pride.

"How the hell did you do that?!" He asked joyfully.

"Don't tell Dumbledore," Harry told him with a smirk. "A spell I saw Voldy use one time. He learnt it from Japan when he travelled the world. It's called the 'Special Beam Cannon'."

"But...but...but cannons don't drill things," Sirius couldn't help but point out.

"That's what makes it special," Harry responded patiently.

"Ah!" Sirius said as if he had suddenly received a great deal of impactful knowledge. "Understood," He said in a delighted voice.

"You...you're not going to ask why I want you to keep it secret from Dumbledore?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Why would I?" Sirius asked genuinely. "If you want to keep it secret, then we'll keep it secret."

"..."

"..."

"Sirius, you're the best," Harry said gratefully.

"That I am," Sirius agreed. "Now, let's set the rest of the portrait on fire and piss on it."

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A.N: Hi guys, hope you like the chapter. It's a bit short, but I just finished writing it before I have to go to work. I'll try to make the next chapter longer. Thanks for reading, feel free to leave a review.