Month 9

Week: 1

Day: 1

Stage: the mind connection

Blood of the blacks - Chapter 40.

"You're going to have a child? Without me?... I would've if guessed that the bathothel bond would've magically prevented that" Harry said, panic arising in his voice

"Normally that would be the case" Narssisa replied "but veela Magic is strong. It can override the wizarding elements with ease"

"But I won't be able to impregnation the queen if you tell me not too" Draco replied, matter of factly

"What do you mean? You said you already had told them that you were bathothed"

"Yes. I did... but I failed to mention the second bond I have"

"YOU HAVE A SECOND BOND" Harry roared. It most definitely wasn't a question more a sentence said out of rage

"You are an idiot" Draco replied

"His second bond is with you Potter" Madeye replied, walking from the garden to the back door of the resistance house

"Huh?"

"The sanctuary bond honey" Lily said, placing a hand on her sons shoulder.

"So... what I just tell you that you can have a child with a veela and it won't let you?"

"My sperm physically won't be able to find her ovum"

"That's... convenient?" Harry mumbled, more to himself then anything

"Weather an impregnation happens or not is rather minor compared to the current events" Moony mentions as the crew finally made their way into headquarters.

"So, to recap... we currently have the dark fae forces in magic, sea and air and the entire veela army" moody mentioned "and we are awaiting Nyphadora's progress of the werewolves and Severus's progress on the vampires"... Moody simply looked up to confirm that is team was indeed vigilant "we also have 15 signed and pledged members of the resistance; 3 wizards of age; that's me, Sev and Lucius. 2 witches of age; that's Narcissa and Nyphadora. We also have six underage students; Draco, Fred, George, Ginny, Blaise and Luna. And most advantageous we have 4 secret members; Lily, Gideon, Fibeon and Harry" ..."Hmm" Moody sighed contributing to his thought "At most we have maybe 1,000 troops to take on all of wizarding Britain. That's ludicrous."

"We need more wands" Lily nodded in unison.

"A notion we must work on. No doubt"

This statement was followed by a ominous silence. Only Moody's scathing on his parchment was heard.

"Did we ever find out what happened with Lupins corpse?" Narcissa finally said. Her thoughts lying far away.

"I think he was shipped to Tonks. Why?" Moody replied

"I vaguely remember a spell my great grandmother told me. Something about reanimating a spirit from the dead... not entirely sure... that old cook was determined to be immortal, I guess she wanted me to learn it as a substance to existence?"

"What does this have to do with Lupin?"

"Well you need a vessel to harvest the soul"

"Why Lupin though?"

"The vessel has to be enriched with dark magic. And since Lupin was killed with an unforgivable..."

"So... this spell is black magic?" Lily asked, sarcasm seeping into her voice

"Very. It brings back a life temporary in exchange for another"

"Draco! ever since Harry's death, I believe the black estate and its enriches has been passed into you. I want you to go to Grimmulad place and see what information you can find on this re-animation spell"

"But... It is still been used as the headquarters for the order?" Harry asked

"Not since your death. The heir died, and therefore it's contracts and consents have been voided"

"I want to take Harry" was Dracos only reply.

It was three days later the Draco and Harry arrived at Grimmuld Place; as expected it was completely empty and deserted. Without an essence of practicing white or dark magic, the house of black returned to its old demise. Black magic filled every room, to the point that the hair on the back of Harry's neck was beginning to stand on end. Goosebumps was graced over every inch of the Gryffindors skin. Draco on the other hand felt and looked fine; like he was used to the essence of blood magic

"Draco, Love; can you remind me again the difference between white, black and dark magic?" Harry purred. Trying to grab Draco's swaying hand for the confidence; he for the first time in his life seemed to lack.

"White and dark magic draw on the users own magical core. The difference comes in the intent of the spell. Incedio for example is white if used to ignite an flame, but it becomes dark if you use it as a torture spell on a living being" Draco finally grabbed his mates hand "black magic on the other hand- that draws on the magic in spilt blood. A sacrifice for example"

"Is that why I feel so uneasy?"

"I dare say many sacrifices were made in these halls"

"But I didn't feel this way when Sirus was lord"

"That's because he was the lord of this manner. So his white magic over powered it... come this way..." Draco purred, leading Harry up a flight of stairs.

"I've never seen this part of the manor before"

"No, I don't imagine so. This is the way to the attic... and why would the order need to go there?"

After, what seemed like hours Harry finally arrived at a giant portrait. A black haired young maiden graced the print, a green snake was slythring over her shoulders. She was beautiful and elegant but it was clearly evil that was in eyes. Her pale lifeless hand begun to move forward and before Harry could see; it move out of the frame. A very real and full of life hand was now staring it him, her palm held up.

"She wants a sacrifice" Draco murmured

"what like... some blood?"

"Yes... and if I am guessing correctly. It has to be my blood"

"Why yours?"

"Because I have the Blood of the Blacks coursing through my veins"

Before Harry could object, Draco pulled out his wand and slit the palm of his hand ever so delicately. A single drop of crimson blood could be seen.

Draco mirrored his hand to that of the raven haired maiden and with a single touch, A smirk graced her lips.

The portrait swung open, several lamps were aligned that lit as soon as Draco eyes focused to the room ahead.

The attic was circular. With ancient books aligning most of the wall space. Harry cringed when he saw that most of the leather bond books were stained crimson.

"There is thousands of books here, how do we get the right one?" Harry asked

"Hmm... ask in Parselmouth?"

"What?"

"Well... the Blacks are a pure blood ancient family. It would make sense that their most Blackest books could only be accessed by an dark being. I suspect that their safe guard was parsel tongue"

Harry responded by shrugging his shoulders, he whispered 2 persist words and in response seven books flew straight into his hand.

"What exactly did you ask for?" Draco responded

"A reanimation spell. This is what we are looking for… isn't?"

Draco cocked an eye brow and grabbed the closed book. It was leather bound, the parchment was thick and heavy. It was clearly old and Cleary expensive.

"What language is this?" Draco mumbled more to himself then anyone. Peering over his mates shoulder, Harry peeked at the book

"English"

Draco looked at Harry dumbfounded. A look of sheer supremacy. A look Harry hasn't seen on Draco for the last nine months.

"This is most definitely not English"

"But I can read it! It is definitely English"

"What does it say then Potter?"

"Content: Spell

To end an unwanted betrothal bond"

As the words left Harry's month, his heart sank. There was a way out of the bond... and Draco now knew.

Never in his life, had Harry felt so much love for another, so much confidence in his relationship, so much endurance, completeness or hospitality. As bad as it sounds, Harry truely only felt like a half of a whole. It's only when Draco is by his side does he feel like his half is a whole. Harry could feel his soul connecting with Draco's... but does Draco feel the same?

What if Draco wants to end the bond?

It was in a split second that Harry realised, that he loved Draco so much, that he couldn't condemn his mate to a contact he didn't want. He respected Draco to much... if Draco wanted out, then Harry would sever the contract. No questions ask.

"Harry" Draco said, his voice wavering ... "I think I want out of the bond"