Bond length

Month: 6

Week: 0

Day: 1

Stage: physical turbulence

Draco didn't sleep a wink that night. It seems as if every time his eyes grew heavy with fatigue, so did his worry. Harry's fever, while yes, did break shortly after 3am his near constant parseltounge ramblings did not wain tell Saturday's first light.

Harry awoke physically and mentally exhausted, every inch of his body weighed down by Draco's all night fatigue.

"Hey" Draco's voice was soft with an Just a small element of fear on the very deeper levels, a fear no one but Draco's mate would've noticed.

"Morning" Harry replied. His voice a little crocked.

"How are you feeling?"

"Me?"

"No! That bloody pixie in the corner of the room"

"Well... I don't know about the pixie, but I'm fine? A little tired but fine!"

The black bags under Draco's light grey eyes Dulled just a tad but it was enough for Harry to see the stress lines carved on his mates forehead.

"You look awful Draco" Harry mentioned.

It was that statement, that caused Draco to snicker, his Slythren features emphasizing his fatigue. Draco's black wand was now in his right hand and with a flick of his wrist Harry's sleepy parseltounge whispers filled the apartment.

"That's me?" Harry asked

It was a simple nod that caused Harry to begin to translate.

"Red alert... immediate lock down... walls Embraced ... fall of the ministry... phoenix arrival increased..."

It was 10am when Snape arrived, took one look at the teenage lovers - nodded and processed to escort them through the halls that lead to the resitance head quarters. Every member of resistance was present, each bearing the same look of nervousness... except the two set of twins - their look displayed more excitement and glee. Harry always knew that the Weasley twins took after their uncles, but it wasn't until this moment that Harry filly understood just how much.

"So..." Mad eye started, leaning on his cane for support, a look of superiority in his eyes. "At dusk The ministry to increase power to the platforms, this is when Dumbledore, Voldy and Grindelwald will use the spike to destroy the highly populated muggle areas... we must begin our Defense before that. So, Claudia you begin the Chant that will turn Harry into the vessel... say... sixty minutes before dusk ... This as you all know will create a merge; that merge will create a platform that will transfer any occupants to The chamber of secrets at Hogwarts ... where we will be waiting..." the slight pause was ironic "any questions?"

"Yeah? How long does Harry have before... you know?" Draco asked, this voice shaking.

"That depends on him and his will to live." Claudia replied. Despise dripping from her voice range.

"It's hard to say Draco. This has never been done before" moody replied, causing Lily to suck in a breath that sent chills up Draco spine. If their was one person that wanted Harry to survive just as much as him, just as, if their was one person that hated the idea of Harry being used as a human vessel just as much as Draco. It was Lily Potter.

"I'm staying with Harry" Draco finally replied

"Of course you are! I want all my Minors here. Away from the battle" moody replied "Tonks... you're staying too"

"Excuses me?!" She snapped. "I am a powerful witch! I know how to fight! I know how to defend myself!"

"Of course you do!" Moody replied

"But, sweety, you are 39 weeks pregnant" Lily replied

Time ticked by ever slowly; as battle tactics and formations was discussed. Defense spells was pre-casted and attack spells was practiced.

By 6pm Harry's heart was racing, he knew he was tried but the adrenaline was overpowering. Harry knew it was time when Claudia apperated Harry and Draco to the ancient unspoken Malfoy mansion, without hesitation or question. Gold chandeliers graced the spectacularly pained ceiling, the smell of roasted venasion woofed through the air.

Harry barely had a moment to comprehend the superiority of the clearly aristocratic mansion before Claudia started her chanting. Within seconds Harry was in a full bind, his body now levitating to match the height of the chandler. Harry felt like he was nowhere, yet his was everywhere. His soul being split into a thousand pieces, only to be reconnected and split again. A thousand burning knives where stabbing into his most sensitive joints, yet a thousand soft feathers were tickling his most vulnerable places. He felt an elixir of both joy and fear.

Yet, apart of him was able to remain stable. He could hear the sounds from the palce- Claudia's Latin chanting and Draco's sharp intakes of breath. Harry could also the sounds from stone henge; The wizarding platform of international travel. Harry could feel his energy extending through the platforms he could feel his magic overwriting muggle England placing a false universe over of the real one.

The first hour was fine. Harry remained alert, his breathing was steady and his heart rate was sound. However after that Harry could feel his attention slipping, the teenager struggled to keep his balance between the mansion, the platforms and the never ending darkness. It was when The darkness was beginning to creep that the climax started. Harry could feel a surge of magic engulf him the moment the platforms became active again, he could also feel the dark magic enter into his magic core the moment the platforms were hacked.

A blast of raw magic energy shot up just under the merge Harry was conducting, causing Harry's breath to slow & his heart to race. Harry could feel the magical energy attempting to penetrate the edges of the marge. It was clearly Dumbledore's magic that swirled beneath the merge. Strong, raw and authoritative.

Somewhere between the Malfoy palace and stone hendge... two areas that were slowly blending together Harry heard Mad eye. His voice clearly booming "his attempting to remove any safety precautions. Hold tight everyone. Keep the portal open".

Dumbledore precautionary defense grew stronger and stronger with every second before it disappeared completely, only to be replaced with what Harry assumed was Grindwarlds magical energy; his energy was clearly unstable ancient magic. A magical energy That reminded Harry of Sirius in the first few months after his escape- the magical energy of a long term prisoner with a pure slythren background.

"This is it" Moody's voice once again boomed.

"Harry..." Draco voice soothed, his cold hand stroking his back hair- bring Harry momentarily back the Malfoy palace.

That was all Harry heard, before Grindelwalds magic blasted through the platforms, tearing Harry's magic along with it. Harry could feel his bond with the merge slipping. Fast. He knew in a couple of seconds both him and the merge would fall...

It was a single breath later, when Harry could no longer hold the prices of the merge together. Once Harry took the last breath he saw Grindelwald disappear into the merge. The blacken shadows of Dumbledore and Voldemort appearating into the night.

It was that last little bit of information that Harry comprehended before he found himself at Gryffindore cemetery. His father sitting smugly on a occupied grave.

"Hello son..."

"Dad?"

James responded with a two finger salute.

"Wha... what?"

"You my son have died"

"Yes... I figured as much... but why a cemetery?"

James responded by giggling, flicking his hair back in arrogant way, a way that reminded him of Draco.

"Your mind created a spot that you see as a Metaphor for life and death. A sort of limbo if you will. You my son, have a choice..."

"A choice?"

James pointed to an open grave "if you wish to join me in the afterlife, you simply write your name on the blank headstone. If you wish to go back, you must bury that... thing..." James responded by pointing to the disfigured child sized Skelton that was lying unresponsive near the grave.

"I need to go back" Harry whispered immediately, and without a second thought.

"I would expect nothing less from a Gryffindor" James replied, pride seeping into his voice "With every layer of dirt, your soul will become more attached to its body"

And with that Harry kicked the Skelton into the open grave and begin to dig frantically and with meaning

"I'm very proud of you son. I always have been... from the moment you were born, to the moment you died...you my son, are a true lion''

His first connection with reality came a few shovels of dirt later. Harry was not breathing, yet his conscious mind was active. He could feel his exhausted body limp on the purple rug in Malfoy palace; Draco sad grey eyes staring back at him. he could feel Draco moved his head to rest in the slythren lap, while running his fingers through Harry's now knotted hair. Harry felt it when Draco planted a kiss on his forehead... and he felt it when one of Draco's tears landed on Harry's cheek. "Come on love. Fight it. Fight it"

Harry was once again back at the cemetery, the first layer of dirt now covering the Skeleton. James clicked his tongue

"I guess I can blame your mother for you choosing to bond with a slythren. She always enjoyed those snakes... something about taming them"

"I love Draco"

"I know son. I know... he's a good kid... just likes the color green a little too much"

''I also didn't choose to bond with Draco Dad... but i am glad i did"'

''I Know son... I mean, personally i am very...very...VERY... glad the bond didn't find your mother and Snape compatible'' James said with a shudder "Other wise you might of been born with greasy hair and a hooked nose"

Within a blink, harry now saw himself in the midst of a clearly magical forest. Fog swirling beneath his ankles. Perhaps it was the lack of oxygen but Harry felt like he was seeing the world smaller and a lot less significant. He could feel anger, betrayal and a hint of sadness swirl into his chest.

"They knew! How could they fucking know?" Harry heard himself spat, as his wand flung the killing curse to an unexpected unicorn.

"Mad eye!" The figure next to him growled. "This scheme has Alastor written all over it!"

"Even he is not that powerful" Harry heard himself say, his voice a few octaves deeper.

"I felt HIS magic there too"

"Harry fucking Potter"

"It doesn't matter now... We have more immediate concerns! I've been trying to communicated with your dad... but...

"What?"

"I see him. Barely. He is unconscious and in complete darkness... I hear splashing water...shhh"

The second layer of dirt meant that the ribs of the Skelton was completely covered. Only the skull remaining visible.

"I wish I could help you son, but ... their is some rule about you needing to make this choice on your own... and filling the grave will be classified as some sort of interference...gee...I don't know..."

"Mum said you never followed the rules anyway"

"Ha! Well your mother would know."

Harry was once again back at Malfoy palace. Draco's tears soaking his forehead. Never has Harry heard Draco cry... and Harry felt that he never will again. "Please harry. Fight it"

"Draco, it's been an hour. He is not waking up." Claudius voice monotone, no element of sympathy and no element of patience.

"Yes. Yes he is.. you watch him! he will awake!''

"Draco..."

Harry saw his grandmother place a hand on his mates shoulder. That's when Draco snapped his eyes open, he placed Harry head back on the purple rug, took his grandmother roughly by the elbow and apperated. Harry didn't know where he was going, but for the first time Harry saw a look of evil reflecting in his Draco's grey iris's.

Harry was back in the forest, flinging another killing curse at another defensiveness animal. He felt himself sit by a smooth boulder adjacent to the other man - who was sitting cross legged, his eye shut. Clearly mediating. Harry for some reason dint find this odd, a small unrecognizable tingling assured him that, the older man will have answers soon.

"Oh. It seems as if Mr. Malfoy has made his presence known" the other man mentioned right on cue.

"Senior or junior?"

"Junior"

"Is the golden boy with him?"

"No. Draco is alone"

"Draco is no threat" Harry head himself say, his body believing the statement.

"Everyone is a threat when they have motive" the old man replied.

What followed next was Silence. An occasional whimper then a sudden burst of white energy that engulfed the old man.

"Care to share?"

"He is dead"

"Draco?"

"No. Your father is dead; killed by Draco's hand" the reply was quick and to the point, but harry could feel the sadness and anger that swirled amplified. "But... Draco is weak"

"Not when he is avenging his mate"

"Harry Potter is not dead"

"No? Well Draco seems pretty convinced that he is. Tom, Can you still feel that horcruex connection?"

"I neither feel it present, nor do I feel it's removal"

"then I believe Harry Potter is the same. Neither alive nor dead"

"Did Draco... absorb dad?" Tom asked

"fortunately your dad had enough strength to fight off Mr. Malfoy attempts, After the 5th cruciatus curse... your dad knew he was going to die. That's when he implemented the purple pact"

"He transfused his magical energy to you" Harry once again heard himself speak.

"We must continue with the plan Tom"

"Of course papa. Of course".

Even though his logical mind knew it, Harry had to blink a couple of times before his mind was able to comprehend that it was indeed dumbledore sitting next to him. Which meant... no... Dumbledore and Grindleward are Voldemort's fathers?!

And with that last bit of information Harry saw himself back at the cemetery for the final time- the grave almost full. Harry felt his fathers arms wrap around him, a gentle kiss being placed on his forehead.

"As I said. I am very proud of you"

Harry awoke at Malfoy palace. A little bruised but very much alive.