Eternal bond

Author's Note: I put in some paragraph breaks in chapter one but the site removed them. This time I will try 'vvvvvvvv' as paragraph breaks because this chapter needs them a lot, I hope it works. Thank you to everyone who read, followed and favourited after chapter one, I smiled every time I saw a new addition. No reviews yet but I am hoping for some after this chapter. Please enjoy, review and anticipate the next chapter on Tuesday.

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Chapter Two-Pieces

Draco Malfoy stayed awake for a long time after Potter left, his thoughts were all over the place which was very unusual for him. He had also had a dream the night before, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to find out if it was the same as Potter had.

Potter was a handsome fellow and Draco had always liked pretty things, so it was not surprising that he had always been overwhelmingly attracted to Potter but that dream had shown him a reality that he was not sure he was ready to accept. It hadn't been a dream per se, it was a flood and replacement of memories and although he would have liked to think that someone was planting false memories in his brain, these new memories made more sense than the ones he previously had. It's not like he had had outrageous memories, it's just that sometimes there were moments that did not fluidly connect with each other and that always left him confused.

Grudgingly, he accepted that he would need to speak to Potter sooner or later about everything but he wasn't ready for that yet. He needed to decide on a course of action for whatever scenario that played out. One thing he knew though, was that he had played nice and things had turned out as they had. What had happened was unacceptable and Malfoy's did not allow actions against them to go unpunished, and this time would be no different.

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Harry had kept away from Malfoy since that night but he was growing impatient. He wanted to know what Malfoy had meant when he said that Harry had a part of the dark lord in him, especially now that the headmaster had sent him a message saying that he was to go to his office that evening to continue with his private lessons.

Anxiously, he looked across the hall and saw that Malfoy was back from the hospital wing and the Slytherin was looking straight at him with a determined look in his eyes. He nodded his head slightly and stood up to leave the hall. Harry waited a few minutes and followed. He saw Malfoy disappearing around a corner and followed him at a distance, cautious not to let anyone discover where he was going. He was thankful though that his friends already thought that he was stalking Malfoy to determine what he was hiding but that cover would not hold every time.

Harry saw Malfoy enter mourning Myrtle's bathroom and putting up an act for anyone who might be watching, he pretended to listen at the door before he quietly slid the door open and slid inside.

Malfoy was standing at the far end, looking as arrogant as ever.

'You are not as stupid as you look it seems.' The blonde said and Harry rolled his eyes wanting to avoid an argument.

Harry froze in concentration when he saw Malfoy wave his wand but the Slytherin rolled his eyes and cast a muffliato spell which further shocked Harry because he knew that was an original spell written in the half-blood's book that he had just thrown away a few days ago. There was no way that Malfoy had found the book and studied it already when he had been confined in the hospital wing.

'How do you know that spell?' Harry asked suspiciously.

'What's it to you?' Malfoy sounded aggressive.

'Never mind.' Harry thought that knowing the origins of the spell was one of the less important things he needed to know at this point. 'Why are we here?'

'I thought we should talk.' Malfoy said and Harry couldn't agree more. 'Classes are starting soon but I thought we could talk tonight.'

Harry wanted to know immediately but it would not do to rush things when there was so much that needed to be said. He had a meeting with Dumbledore that night however, and he would have to figure something out if he was to keep both appointments without arousing any suspicions in the headmaster. He had to act as normal as possible.

'I have a meeting with the headmaster at seven but I can meet you after.' Harry said and the blond nodded. 'The room of requirement?' Harry knew that Malfoy already knew about how the room worked.

'No, we can't go there. There are too many portraits on the seventh floor corridor who report to Dumbledore and I don't plan to catch his attention yet. This bathroom is not used and the corridor only has landscape portraits so we can meet here.'

Harry had a better idea. The bathroom was connected to the chamber of secrets and since he was the only parselmouth around, they could speak privately in there without any worry.

'Be in the library at 9, I will use my invisibility cloak and tap you on the shoulder when I get there. It's not good to be seen together so I will remain invisible until we get to the bathroom.' Harry suggested and Malfoy agreed again. The chamber of secrets would be a secret for later. He bet Malfoy would love to go in there and at least there, not even Myrtle could eavesdrop on them. Malfoy left first after cancelling the muffliato and Harry followed a few minutes later, still keeping the pretence of spying on the Slytherin.

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Molly Weasley always read fairy tales to her daughter as she grew up, so Ginevra Weasley had grown up hearing about Harry Potter and magical creatures. At some point, she had begun to believe that the boy who lived was a magical creature and she was destined to be his mate. She had loved him even more when she met him and ever more convinced about their destiny when he saved her from Voldemort in her first year at Hogwarts.

Ginny had not minded that he had not shown much romantic interest in her at first, after all, he was to be a hero and he needed to take care of things before they could be together. She just knew that when he came of age, he would be hers so she wasn't worried. However, her plans had been hastened last year when she received alarming news about Harry. Her poor Harry had been put under a spell and Hermione had said that the only way to break its hold on him was for Ginny to direct his attention to only herself. She had not liked it, but she had given Harry the amortentia potion that Hermione had prepared.

Harry was now hers and she would not forgive Malfoy who had put Harry under a spell in the first place. She would definitely show him what it meant when someone dared to take things from. Harry was the only thing that was hers, something that had not been handed down to her like the rest of her things, and she intended to keep it that way. Ginny thought she deserved the best, and Harry was the best so she smiled to herself and thought about what she would wear to Hogsmead the following weekend.

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Hermione loved studying but she had found out that there were things that were not written in any books. Old wizarding stories were taken as a given and never recorded, and some of the stories were only passed to family members but Ron had told her all about them.

At first, she had thought that Ron was overreacting when they found out about Harry but she had come to see the justification of his actions. The Malfoy family was one of the oldest wizarding families with deep roots in England and France, but their history was enough to make shivers run down her spine. There had even been talk of members of the Malfoy family mating with magical creatures in an attempt to increase their magical powers-off course ,everyone knows that magical creatures have wild magic which makes them purer than human beings. She could not stand that Harry, who she loves like a true brother was getting involved with such a family and although they could find no trace of a curse or potion that could make him act the way he had, she still thought that Malfoy had used some sort of dark magic they did not know about. If only she could find more books to research in….

Her thought process was interrupted by Ron who took the seat beside her in the common room, Harry had already gone to meet the headmaster.

'Have you noticed anything?' Hermione asked. She was often worried, Harry needed them more than he thought and he had no idea.

'No, he is acting the same.' Ron said neglecting to mention the spelled shut curtains a few nights ago. Nothing like that had happened again so he was sure there was nothing to worry about.

Harry was like a brother, like Fred and George and all the others so he would do all he could to keep him safe and if sometimes he had to do things that could be considered cruel, he had to save Harry from himself. Harry was his own worst enemy is how Ron saw it.

He smiled, content that everything was back to normal. Things were finally working out with Hermione, and Harry was no longer having those visions from Voldemort. All was well.

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Albus Dumbledore was weary. The exhaustion was not just from physical activities of which he had many since he was reinstated to the Wizengamot among other duties, but he was tired of carrying the weight of the wizarding world on his shoulders. When he defeated Grindewald, he had thought things would get easier but they hadn't and now he was forced to use a young boy for the greater good.

Harry was powerful. Powerful than even he knew but Dumbledore was afraid of that power. It was needed to defeat Voldemort but what about after? What of the thing that was poisoning Harry's mind and heart? They were racing against time so Dumbledore had decided to equip Harry with what he needed to defeat Voldemort but afterwards…..

Dumbledore's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door. Harry was here and the headmaster allowed sorrow to stain his eyes for a second before he bid him to come in. The twinkle was back in his blue eyes by the time Harry took his seat across from him.

To be continued…

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