The Bond
Chapter 14: Master
A/N: What do you think?
About Emma getting magical powers well first she's an important OC, and next chapter is about her inheritance and it will explain things in detail.
Last time:
'There my task is done for now, so I make my leave. But Harry you better hide that wand. The magical residue is heavy here. So better you abandon this place now.' Arienne warned them and flashed away in her Phoneix flames.
Harry and Emma heeded to the Arienne and started off towards to their hotel, for it would be worse if a muggle saw them.
CHAPTER: Master, Inheritance and Fun
Tick…..tock…..tick…..tock…..tick…..tock…..tick…..tock…..tick…..tock…..
The red eyes kept staring at the dial of an ancient grandfather clock. The minutes moved by slowly when you waited for something, and he had been waiting for years.
"Welcome my friendssss welcome back." the hiss echoed through the dining room as the smoldering dark red eyes surveyed all those in attendance. The inner circle had once again regrouped to witness the beginning of the biggest revolution, the beginning of a new law- Their Law. Their master, the one who unquestionably was the best and strongest wizard alive, Voldemort sat on a high throne on commanding his power and will through them. He truly had achieved those things that others could only dream of. He had pushed the boundaries of magic known and achieved one of the greatest things, Immortality. He had once been rumored to be dead, but he proved others wrong by coming back to life to finally take what's his, what's theirs.
He had come to rule to guide them beyond beliefs of Merlin himself.
They had been ashamed of themselves when they had lost their belief in their Master. When it was rumored that the Potter kid had defeated their master, most had readily moved to the light side claiming to be under Imperious curse. They were fools to accept his death.
They truly regretted it and tried to amend it as much as possible. After the second war under Lord Voldemort's command a lot of faithful 'soldiers' had been lost, but this time the current inner circle did their best to recover the losses. And they had fulfilled their task satisfactorily to prove their worth. They had learnt their lessons.
He had almost lost their last battle, almost being the keyword. One of the 'positive' outcomes had been loss of Dumbledore. That senile had been the biggest hindrance in Voldmort's way and definitely worth losing some adept hands in war. No matter, subordinates are just tools and tools are meant to be used. And during serving their purpose if they are lost then it was the necessary sacrifice and not a loss.
"We have waited long enough but no more. Now there is no Albus Dumbledore to stop us, we will make them ask us to rule them. They will see their mistake of resisting us, denying us, denying the order of magic itself. But no more now they will realise who can better show them the light to a bright and peaceful future, a future without mudbloods tainting our sacred lands. Purebloods will have their rights respected." A loud applaud filled the room, showing him the support of his faithful followers.
"We have finally, with your utmost helpful support and dedication" everyone raised a toast to themselves for their contribution, "we have reconstructed our forces. Now my friends our dreams will become the realty. This is a toast to a new beginning, a beginning of our victory." Another loud applause followed with clinking of glass. The rich red wine, one of the finest of Malfoy's wetted the dry throats of the most feared wizard's cohorts.
After finishing their wine all of them dispersed at the silent command of their master.
"Draco" Voldemort's hiss resounded clearly through the empty hall.
The twenty year old blond stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around without looking in his master's eyes, "Milord".
"Join me for a moment." The deformed face of his master was shadowed by the dim lighting of the room. Draco complied with him without question. For denial wasn't an option. He waited for the last person to leave the room before finally closing the door to the room. The ancient runes carved on the doors were sufficient enough precautions against eavesdroppers. He crossed the room and kneeled down in front of his master.
"Get up Darco." Voldemort stared at the very face that he once came to pity on. He leaned back in his throne, "Tell me have you visited Lucius."
"No I didn't, I don't want to relate to a failure in your services." Draco's monotone didn't concern him but it did surprise him to see the disregard in the son's eyes for his father,
'Really Lucius you could have done better'. Voldemort continued to assess and weigh the services of this younger Malfoy. Was he worthy enough for his faith in him? Could he handle the next task with utmost care? Could he be trusted enough? For the previous Malfoy had almost lost it?
"Tell me Draco, to what extend can you go to protect something important to me?"
Draco straightened to his full height and steeled his voice, "I will protect it above my life."
Voldemort smirked he had seen his work and this one was better at accomplishing tasks than his father, "There is something which once I gave to your father for safekeeping and he failed dreadfully but I have deemed you worthy to give Malfoys another chance."
"It will be the highest honour to serve you milord. I on behalf of House of Malfoy thank you to bestow such an opportunity again upon us." Draco was careful to sound polite and humble.
Voldemort nodded and slipped out a long skinny hand form his overlarge sleeve. He was holding a plain old black leather diary. "This is something that is more valuable than your life. And I can't take any chances with it."
"I understand milord. I shall do my best to keep your belonging safest." Draco declared sincerely.
Voldemort gave it to him, "Go keep it somewhere safe and report to me immediately."
"Milord" Darco accepted the diary and bowed deep in respect before exiting.
-xxxxxx-
Morning sun was indeed beautiful but only if you weren't woken up by HOT FLAMES running inches above your face.
"FUCK OFF MY FACE YOU DAMNED BLUE TURKEY." Harry was glad that he didn't sit up out of reflex. He really wasn't sure for this bird, 'One of these days I'm sure she will kill me.'
'Good morning to you too.' Arienne trilled merrily before perching on one of the chairs in the room.
"Morning Sniper" Emma was sitting on other side of the bed, disheveled hair droopy eyes and grouchy mood, Pearl never could be a morning person.
"Morning Pearl" Harry was still glaring at Arienne.
'Awesome now let's get to work. I really want to meet your mate Harry.' Arinne flashed onto his shoulder and literally carried him to the bathroom and dumped him in the bathtub ass first, 'Hurry up fast.' Before he could respond Arienne cast a silencing charm on him.
Arienne came out with the door locking itself and turned towards Emma.
"NO"
'No what?'
"I can do my stuff fine alright, so don't even think about it" she got up and hurried to her room.
'Really first help them and then they show you the finger, no gratitude at all' Arinne flashed away in her Phoneix flames.
It was a long morning. Harry had come out of his room grumbling something about grilled blue turkey and was joined shortly by the rest of the team down in lobby.
Harry was dreading this moment as what would he explain his team and the officials, where was he all this time and doing what.
"Hey boss when did you get back?" Chris asked for all, Harry's breath hitched as he tried to spin a believable tale to feed his team and then to the French officers for his absence.
But thankfully Emma came to his rescue, "He was released late last night from the hospital. I personally went to receive him."
Harry knew the situation was under control as he had faith in Pearl. Only now he needed to cross-check with their side of story so he doesn't blow his own cover. "So what was the report on that incident?"
Emma handed him the report file on last two days activities while explaining on the Fleur's case report that was given to them by the Special Intel Division under DST which is French equivalent of FBI (this division of DST was run by the Aurors). "They informed us that they were part of an international racket dealing with illegal international trade of drugs. Fleur Delacour, the girl whom you rescued is one the officers who was on the mission to burst their cover in France. But unfortunately she was caught and made a hostage.
They were thankful for you saving their officer and along with helping them capturing the lackeys of the group. They also said they were regretful for you getting injured in the process. So they had looked after all your hospital expenses.
They also reported to the concerned authorities of the French Police department so that you won't be bothered much."
Harry mentally thanked Jean for handling it for him. He really didn't how he would handle the entire situation. "Well now that everything is fine let's move on to our work. Okay team report in your individual assessment of until now…"
Everyone one by one reported their last two days to their commander while they headed for the office. The morning went by uneventful. Harry was asked for a simple summary on his involvement in the entire incident. Then he was debriefed on the proceedings of last two days, which was followed by meeting in which the finer details for the security of Prime Minister were discussed. Finally around lunch time they were done with that day's targets. So Harry dispersed his team saying that he needed some rest and Emma came along him.
Since last night Harry couldn't wait to introduce Emma to the Delacours, and he also had to collect that second wand from Ollivander.
"Are you sure is it a good idea Harry?" Emma asked for tenth time since they had left for White Mansions.
Harry smiled patiently for he knew it was just the anticipation of finally finding her sister, even he would have been like this if he were in her place. "Yes Pearl, the Delacours are good folks. I'm sure they will definitely help you."
Emma had been fretting for this moment since last night. She hadn't even got a moment of rest entire night even after she had decided to stay with Harry for the night. The anxiety was eating her from inside. She needed to stop thinking for it wouldn't help her anyhow. She then remembered something from last night and a grin grew on her lips, "Harry did you really strip in front of Fleur." she had a perfect blackmail item.
But unfortunately for her Harry knew the counter, "Oh only the torso" he said nonchalantly, "and besides" he gave her impish look, "you already have seen the entire package say since we were seventeen." he teased back. They at a time had dated each other but then they felt they were friends much better.
She blew a cherry at him, "That's not the point. You stripped for her and reacted to it…"
Harry shrugged, "So?"
Emma gave him the starry eyed, "So tell me the full story, like what happened next. Is there a potential for a small lovey dovey story."
Harry chuckled lightly, "Not yet Pearl not yet." But before she could say anything he added, "Well here we are."
The dreading feeling crept back on her. She felt a hand patting on hers she looked at Harry who gave her a reassuring smile, "I'm with you."
They stepped out of the car and she finally looked for herself the truth in Harry's description. Their mansion was FREAKING HUGE. She could only stare with her jaw hanging on the floor.
Harry patted knowing on her shoulder, "I know"
Emma rounded on him, "And you said you have a mansion just like this?"
Harry grinned and pointed towards the lake and she saw a similar Mansion across the lake. She couldn't help but be a bit jealous, "You lucky bastard." At which Harry laughed.
"Common lets go inside." They went to the doors which once again opened on their own, Harry continued and Emma just followed him, what else could she do?
"Monsieur Potter return with a Mademoiselle, welcome back sir."
Emma stared and stared and within a click of second had her gun pointed at Fucking-English speaking-Tailless-Mole–like creature that fucking popped right in front of her.
"Whoa whoa easy there Pearl, he's cool. He's like one of the butlers of this place." Harry put her hand down and waited till she was okay.
She took deep breathes to calm herself and holstered the gun, "What is it with these magical creatures anyways, why do they always have to pop in your face."
Harry shrugged, "I don't know, I'm not the expert here."
"Harry you there?" a voice came from the side of kitchen.
-xxxxxx-
The Delcaours along with Harry had quite an adventure and kind of respite from regular life. But the break was up and time to do some work. Jean had to report in his office and clean after the Dean Pawn episode.
Assandra and Apolline had to do research on the Veela life debt that had formed between Fleur and Harry. So had headed to the Veela temple which currently homed the biggest Veela archives.
This left Gabrielle and Fleur. Fleur was in kitchen enjoying her lunch when she heard the commotion. So headed to foyer and herd Harry talking to someone. She came in and noticed who was talking to,
"Hermione, what a pleasant surprise." Hermione looked different way different than usual. First of all her hair wasn't brunette and bushy rather it was jet black like Harry and completely slick straight. Her clothes comprised of a tight shirt a sleeveless overcoat and dark denims for pants ending with leather boots. She was currently holding a gun similar to Harry's in her hand with a expression of huntress ready to kill. 'Okay this can't Hermione, not even in hell.'
Harry answered her silent question, "Umm Fleur she is not Hermione, she is Emma Moon remember my friend whom I told you all about. Hermione Granger is her cousin, and by the way you know about her."
Fleur remembered about Emma from two nights ago but wasn't she supposed to be muggle? What was Harry thinking about bring her here?
"Hermione?" Harry's question reached ears, "Yes I know her. She's one of my friends."
Emma's eyes lit with up with colours of hope, "Really could please tell me more about her? And could you also also contact her and tell her about me?"
Fleur gave her a small smile, "Yes I can do that, but could please give harry and me a moment." Emma shrugged it really didn't matter to her. Harry skeptically followed Fleur to the kitchen.
Once inside Fleur closed the door and sighed, "Harry, papa told you about restriction of telling muggles about magic no matter"
Harry cut in, "I know what Mr. Delacour told yesterday and I really didn't break any rule." Fleur raised her eyebrows in confusion.
"Pearl is just like me. I mean yesterday Ollivander explained about there being magical leach around.."
Fleur caught on, "And she was the one, but if she was witch already…"
"No, no she wasn't a witch, I mean… how do I explain?" he couldn't tell about Arienne. 'Alright story time',
"Yesterday when I returned and since now that my core is free, I went to meet her first. We were talking when suddenly that white magic we say in my memory shot out from me and enveloped her. And then suddenly when she moved her hand a glass on the shelf in her room flew towards her. I think just like me even she unlocked her magic."
'Please buy it Fleur please buy it.'
"Alright it sounds like she indeed unlocked her magic, but we need to take her to the Goblins to confirm that she isn't faking anything." Fleur didn't have good feeling about this, something was out of place you simply don't unlock your magic just like that. 'Let the goblins handle if she's telling the truth then its good, Goblins would make sure her true identity reveals.'
Harry took a sigh in relief but needed to change the topic, "Where are others?"
They returned to foyer while she said, "Maman and Granny have gone to the Veela temple, Papa has gone to his office and Gabrielle is outside practicing for broom racing."
"Broom racing, as in car and bike racing?"
Fleur nodded, "Yes just that its brooms instead of cars and bikes."
Emma was currently mesmerized by the moving portraits and photos that depicted the entire family, she heard them coming. She grinned, "These are cool, really moving paintings. And the one over there even tried to talk to me. It's just like Minny had said they are incredible."
Fleur was amused by her antics, it is funny to see when muggleborns see a full magical house for the first time but she had to agree with her, "That they are."
Harry interjected for he had to visit Ollivander also, "I think we should move on. I have to visit Ollivander also."
Fleur rummaged in her pockets for something and took out the same medallion from yesterday, "Okay I will drop you both at the bank. Harry take her to your account manager, Senior Manager Ragnok the goblin we visited and he will do the rest. Then you both can visit Ollivander from there. I will come to pick you in four hours at the bank."
"You won't be coming with us?"
"Just till the Portkey point, HE would be there and I'm really not in mood to face him." She wanted to avoid any encounter with Bill.
Harry caught on what she meant, "Oh yeah, the Red Prick. I guess it will be just me and Pearl, fine. Let's go."
Fleur briefed Emma on the travel while Harry huffed, "You know I could have used some yesterday."
Fleur gave him a cheeky grin, "Oh did I miss it yesterday. Oops sorry."
They touched the medallion and vanished in a vortex from the scene.
CHAPTER ENDS
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