A/N: Ok so this chapter ended up being huge... Mostly because i was not sure how to end it -.-'
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Draco watched with a heavy heart as Harry's face cleared of emotion.
Snape leaned forward and started asking questions to make sure Harry was completely under the effect of the potion.
"What is your name?"
Harry's voice was slow and just as emotionless as his face when he answered.
"Harry James Potter."
Snape glanced at Draco out of the corner of his eyes and his lips turned slightly upward, almost in a smirk.
"What do truly you think of Draco Malfoy?"
Draco glared at the man, but as usual it had no effect on the professor.
"Draco can be a spoiled cold bastard sometimes," the blond gasped and turned his glare to Harry instead, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "But once you get past the cold attitude you meet the good, sweet and caring Draco. The one only his family sees. I love him more than anything, he is already part of my family, as my lover and my equal."
Ron made a gagging noise behind him but he didn't care. His heart swelled with so much love that it brought tears to his eyes. A soft hand grasped his own and he looked down to meet the eyes of his mother, and her eyes were suspiciously shiny as well.
Snape looked satisfied so he started the real questions.
"Was this the first time you fainted?" Draco and Hermione leaned forward expectantly.
Harry seemed to struggle for a second before he answered. "No."
Hermione muttered an 'I knew it' under her breath and Draco inwardly agreed with her.
"When was the first time?" Snape continued.
"A week ago, the day I disappeared." The professor frowned.
"But that can't be right. You were inside the school the whole time. What happened Potter?"
Harry seemed to hesitate again. Was the puppet master fighting for control from inside his mind?
"I was meditating," Draco raised an eyebrow along with Snape but none commented. "Trying to find my magical core, instead the only thing I found were ropes, hiding the path to my core. When I tried to untangle them something inside my mind zapped me and I passed out."
"Wait, what does he mean 'Trying to find my magical core'?" Hermione asked from his shoulder. Always the curious one.
Snapped still had his eyebrows furrowed and seemed to think for a second.
"Sometimes a wizard will need to view his magical core for compatibility with certain arts. To become an Animagi, for example."
"Harry was trying to learn." Draco blurted out. He slapped a hand over his mouth and mentally cursed himself for revealing Harry's secret.
"Yes, I figured as much. The affinity with mutts and animals seems to run in the family.." Snape said bitterly. He turned to Harry again and asked the next question.
"Why are you unable to talk about this, Potter?"
"Every time I try to open my mouth, something pulls me away. Sometimes I hear a cold voice whispering things in my ear. At first I thought it was my imagination, but it is getting worse. I don't have the strength to fight it anymore." As if to prove his point his eyes were struggling to stay open again and his voice seemed to become even more slurred than it had been.
Snape pulled another phial out of his robes, this one with the antidote to the Veritaserum and gave it to Harry.
"I will need to speak with the Headmaster." He said, his face grave. And before any of them could ask anything else, the professor turned on his heels and headed out the hospital wing at a quick pace.
Draco wasted no time and moved closer to Harry.
The boy was already leaned back against the soft pillow, his eyes dropping for a few seconds before opening again.
Draco ran his fingers through the untidy black hair of his lover. The other boy almost purred in satisfaction.
"I love you Harry, please get better soon. I don't want to lose you now that I finally have you."
At first he thought Harry hadn't heard him, but then a soft whisper reached his ears.
"You will never lose me Draco… Even if I am not here like this, you know you will never lose me… I am always in your heart…" The last words were almost imperceptible as Harry's voice lowered further as he fell asleep.
Draco let out a small sob and hugged the other boy's body against his. "That is what scares me, love…"
-/-
Severus burst through the door to the Headmaster's office without even knocking; the situation was too important to lose time with formalities.
The office was filled with Order members. Severus could see the Weasleys, Lupin and Tonks, just to name a few.
Albus stood, to face Severus, smiling. He was about to open his mouth to greet Severus when he took in the panicked face of the Potions Professor.
"It's Potter, Headmaster," Severus informed him quickly.
Half the members inside the office stood as well, faces worried.
"He passed out today, I checked his magical levels and the boy is almost out of magic, Albus. I don't know what is wrong. He is also being controlled mentally, the only way I could even get him to talk about this was with Veritaserum."
Albus mouth opened for a second in shock but then he snapped it closed again, his face becoming grave.
"What did he say, Severus?"
"He said it started one week ago, the day he went missing. Supposedly he was in the middle of the animagus training when he noticed ropes of light blocking the way to his magical core. After that he just passed out."
"But why would Harry bond with someone?" asked Molly. Her voice seemed even louder within the silent office.
"Bond?"
Dumbledore's eyes lit up with understanding.
"Centuries ago, it was very common within Pureblood families to form bonds between lovers. They could share magic, feelings and thoughts easily between each other. Now, though, it is no longer used. The price to break those bonds was too high, almost barbaric."
All the wizards present drank in the piece of wisdom quietly, or in the Weasleys' case, with worried expressions.
"Both wizards needed to be willing of course, but with the dark counterpart of this spell bonds could be formed without one of the parties ever knowing. One of the ways to identify a bond is by the ropes around the magical cores of both wizards. While in the natural bond links of light would cradle the magical core, in the unwilling one they would block the way instead."
"But bonds shouldn't be able to suck the magic out of someone," said Molly again, as she looked at her husband for confirmation.
"Molly, you have been raised within a pureblood family that did not practice the dark arts, but an unwilling bond was not formed between lovers but between enemies. It is a silent way of killing someone. First a connection is formed, and then one of the wizards will grow weaker and weaker until he or she finally fades into nothing. The Ministry ordered every book about the subject to be burned or stored away, but, as with everything, some books mysteriously slipped away. "
"Books belonging to old, dark families, families like the Malfoys," Dumbledore finished with a sad sigh.
"Do you think this is the work of Lucius?" Severus asked, finally realizing the extent of the damage. He did not know the way to break a bond yet, but by the way Dumbledore had said the word 'barbaric', it could not be pleasant.
"No offense to your old friend, Severus, but Lucius does not have enough mental control to implant the bond. No, I think this was part of a plan crafted by Lord Voldemort's hand." The people in the room shuddered at the name.
"I ask that you excuse me. It seems the rest of our meeting will have to be delayed." The old man sent a sad smile to the group inside his office and left, Severus hot on his heels.
-/-
Draco was still gently running his fingers through Harry hair, several minutes later, when Snape and Dumbledore walked in the hospital wing.
Narcissa and Hermione were talking in hushed voices near the door, but they, too, fell silent and turned to the two men.
"Ah, Mrs. Malfoy, I would like to ask you a couples of questions before I take a look at young Harry."
"Is it true that Lord Voldemort has made of Malfoy Manor his headquarters? And do you still possess any old books concerning unwilling bonds?" Narcissa flinched at the name Voldemort but she paled when Dumbledore asked about the books.
She took one look at Harry and then at Dumbledore.
Draco narrowed his eyes and glared at the old man.
"Are you implying my family had anything to do with this?" he all but yelled. How dare he.
Dumbledore shook his head slowly. "No, Draco. I believe that Tom has found some very dangerous books. Books that should have been burned centuries ago, when the Ministry forbid their existence." Hermione made a noise of outrage. 'Oh my, burning books, such a crime.'
"The Malfoy family has always hidden powerful books, but I never thought the Dark Lord would find them," Narcissa muttered softly, almost to herself. Draco looked at her surprised.
"You mean there is another library other than the one on the first floor?"
Narcissa chuckled a little and nodded.
"Lucius does have some old, dusty books. As you know, I do not have time to read every single one of them, but yes, I believe there might be one or two about unwilling binding."
Dumbledore nodded and let out a tired sigh. He slowly walked to Harry's bed and with one wrinkled hand pushed the hair from the boy's forehead, bringing the lighting shaped scar to view.
"It seems your heartaches are never over my boy. I am sorry I could not protect you again," he whispered. Draco was sure that no one else had heard him. The old wizard smiled at him and then opened one of Harry's eyes. He pulled his wand and pointed it at the raven haired boy.
"Legilimens."
-/-
Memories rushed through him as if he was inside a watery vortex.
Flashes of Harry's school years passed first. The first meeting with Fluffy, the flight in Arthur's enchanted car, producing his first Patronus that looked so much like James' animagus form.
He smiled at the innocent memories and dwelled deeper into the boy's fears and stronger emotions.
Memories of cold voices whispering sweet nothings in his ears, the feeling of not being able to control his own body. And then what Albus was looking for finally appeared.
The first time Harry had met the glowing ropes, he saw his shocked face as an almost electric discharge of power hurt his hand when he had tried to touch them. How dreams of ropes before seemed harmless, but now were as clear as water.
Albus felt a tear run down his cheek as he took in the past week of Harry's life.
Constantly feeling weak, too weak.
The look of panic in his lover's face the first time he had entered a classroom looking drained.
All the times he had tried to tell Draco, only to have that cold voice hiss in his ear to walk away and not bore the Malfoy boy with his problems.
And the times he had not been strong enough to stay awake for his friends.
Every memory was hazy as if Harry had witnessed them through blurry eyes; inside his mind they seemed even darker than normal. Filled with feelings of exasperation and helplessness.
He finally had to pull away when a memory of Harry crying himself to sleep inside the Room of Requirements flashed into view. The memory had such a feeling of sadness and anger that it took Albus' breath away.
He slowly ended the spell and looked through his own tear-filled eyes.
-/-
Draco slowly watched as Dumbledore's face went from soft and pained to a hard mask. He knew that whatever the old man was seeing inside Harry's mind was not pleasant.
He looked at Harry's face. He felt the need to take away all the weakness the boy felt. Take it away and beat the crap out of whoever made his strong Gryffindor look like he was half dead.
A tear fell on Harry's cheek and Draco looked up at the Headmasters face.
He had tears running down his pale cheeks. It looked almost wrong to see those vivid blue eyes glassy and filled with tears.
Snape also took in the expression of the Professor and he sighed. His shoulders slumped and he turned away. A curse left his lips and he weakly punched a stone wall.
Draco took in the scene and his heart stopped for a brief second.
"What is wrong? What is happening?" he asked, his voice slightly high and pinched.
Before Snape could say anything, Dumbledore pulled away from Harry and with a plain white handkerchief cleaned his eyes.
"I am afraid I have bad news.." He sniffed a little and continued. "It seemed it really is an unwilling bond."
"How do we break it?" Draco asked irritated, why couldn't they stop dancing around the subject?
"There was a reason the Ministry ordered all the books to be destroyed.." Draco swallowed thickly. "The only way to break such a bond is through death. Harry would have to die."
Deafening silence extended through the room.
"No…" It was Draco's voice, small and scared. "There has got to be another way! Please, Professor?" He turned to Dumbledore his voice rising with every word.
The old man just shook his head and looked away. Draco felt tears fall from his eyes as he hugged his lover close to him.
Words like 'no' and 'I won't let that happen' escaped him with every sob.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. He shook it away almost violently and clung to Harry tighter.
"What was the point? The cure will just kill him. Why? Why can't we do anything?" He was screaming now, his body shook harshly with every sob.
"Maybe there is one other way…" Snape said hesitantly.
Draco looked up hopefully. He turned to look at the other man with pleading eyes.
"Clean that look off your face Draco. I won't make promises. But give me some time and I will search for a way." Draco smiled and nodded.
"And you know I will help any way I can, Sweetheart," His mother said from her place near Hermione. Hermione and Ron locked eyes with him and nodded as well, giving their silent support.
What would he do without them?
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