"I'm WHAT?"

"Blood-bonded to the Dark Lord, yes."

Harry stared at his Potions professor in shock.

"Potter, even you can't be so dense," the man snarled. "The Dark Lord used your blood for a resurrection ritual, after which you dueled and your wands connected in a bond of golden light, completing the ritual. I suggest you work out your differences." With that, the man strode off in a swirl of black robes.

Harry whimpered, sinking into a nearby chair. "Why does this stuff always happen to me?" he asked the air. Unsurprisingly, he received no answer.