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Baby-Lon: Hopefully there will be more Harry/Draco action (not that way you pervert,) in the chapter after this. Anyway, Thanks!
Chapter Sixteen-- Blood Oath
"I suppose it is time to face the unavoidable. I would have preferred to tell you this at a different time Harry, but. . There are other reasons among the prophecy that made Voldemort attack your family that night."
Fudge scoffed, "Obviously."
Harry rolled his eyes and snapped at the minister, "Oh sod off!"
"Excuse me young man? How dare you speak to your elders like that! You deserve a--"
Dumbledore cleared his throat patiently and raised an eyebrow to what the minister was about to say.
Fudge blushed a pleasant shade of pink and his lip twitched in annoyance. He turned to Dumbledore and said, "Well then. . Continue."
"Yes. . As I was saying. You are different Harry. Not just because of the prophecy, but because of the blood oath between your father and you, his offspring. A blood oath is. . How do you say, a type of elite coven. It protects those within the oath's circle by tying all person's powers to each other's." Dumbledore looked at Harry above his half moon spectacles, "Do you understand so far?"
"Sort of. . So what your saying is I wasn't only protected by my mother's death, but my father's so called oath?"
"To put it simply and in a way yes. But the blood oath he took goes far beyond such human understandings Harry. The blood oath tied him to their souls. To your soul."
"I don't understand. ." Said Harry, with an obvious look of confusion.
"Remember Voldemort Harry, he transferred a part of himself to you that night. As did your father by taking the oath. He bound himself and his powers to you, as did your mother, and I am assuming along with his secret keeper." At the look Harry gave Dumbledore he hastily added, "The original keeper, not peter Harry."
Harry sighed in relieve and waited for the head master to continue. "Yes well, a blood oath is extremely difficult to do and it's extremely hard to find someone with the power to perform such a ritual. Some. . unorthodox witches and wizards possess the power of course, breaking hundreds of rules set by the ministry. Do you know why they set these rules Harry?"
Harry nodded his head.
"Because, being bonded by this oath links the powers, the very souls of the people included in it. The main person in this oath, which would have been you, would have their powers tripled, even quadrupled. Did you know who also had this oath preformed Harry?"
"Voldemort." Said Harry, causing Fudge to flinch severely.
"Don't speak that name Boy!"
Harry only smiled.
Dumbledore nodded. "Yes. And by having you do the same, having your powers multiplied like that, posed a threat to all he stood for. You posed a threat to the concept of purebloods by having the chance to prove you didn't have to be one to be as powerful as him. You posed a threat to the very ground he based his foundation of torture on. Do you understand Harry?"
"Yes. ."
"But with this great power comes the vulnerability of misusing it. That is why I never told you Harry. As I said before. . I would rather risk the deaths of others then rob the young of their youth."
Fudge looked absolutely scandalized. "You. . You murdered all of those people Dumbledore. Their families have the right to know the truth about you, and Mr. Potter here. I'll make sure of that."
"As you will have it." Said Dumbledore calmly.
Fudge was shaking with anger. "This will not be the last time we speak of this Dumbledore, you can be sure of this. And as the minister of magic I order you to allow this. . This. ." He pointed at Harry, "boy to undergo the training and guidance of qualified Aurors and be taken from this school."
The twinkle disappeared from Dumbledore's eyes at a surprising pace. "Not without a warrant."
"I AM THE WARRANT! Are you forgetting who you are talking to Dumbledore?!" Shouted Fudge.
Dumbledore stood, "Have you forgotten who you are talking to Cornelius? I am aware of the rules of the ministry and I am aware you must have the warrant of several other representatives to allow such an action. Until you have such permission, I suggest you leave."
Fudge scowled and let out an angry shout. He hurried from the office, his cloak billowing around him. "I'll be back!" was the last thing heard from the minister's mouth before he vanished from the room.
Dumbledore turned to Harry, sadness apparent in his eyes as he watched the boy.
Harry had his brow furrowed and was staring at the floor with a determined expression.
Thoughts of what this meant raced through his head at lightning speed. With these thoughts came the rising anger towards the headmaster. All this time Harry had been able to stop these deaths, the deaths he blamed himself for endlessly, but couldn't because he didn't know, because he was too vulnerable to be trusted.
He fought to keep his anger under control as he looked to the headmaster. All respect and love that had once been in the gaze slowly diminished. "I agree with him, Dumbledore." Spat Harry angrily. "I want to be trained, I want to be prepared the next time I face Voldemort. All of this time I should have helped, but couldn't because you didn't see it fit to trust me. Who is to judge that sir? You should have told me, I had the right to know."
Dumbledore sighed as Harry continued. "Sirius died because of you. . Along with so many others. I'm not going to take the weight of their deaths anymore. . I'll leave that up to you." Harry turned and headed to leave, not caring if he was in trouble or not.
He didn't care that he would most likely be leaving the only home he ever had soon. The only thing Harry really felt right then was his anger and guilt bonding to form a deadly combination. The only thing Harry cared about right then, was avenging the death's that had so wrongfully taken place over the years. All because he couldn't stop him. .
As Dumbledore watched Harry flee from the office, he didn't call out or order him to stop. He knew the boy needed time. He only prayed he hadn't been so stupid as to let to much time slip by as it was.
He knew Harry would need the support of his loved ones right now and silently vowed to never under estimate the raven haired boy again. That night, Dumbledore promised himself he would never keep another secret as dire as the oath from Harry. He only prayed he could keep that promise and Harry would understand the reasons beyond his ways. .
The headmaster suddenly felt much older then he had in a long time. He knew he had made the mistake of under estimating Harry in the past by holding secrets, and Dumbledore could only hope he would bounce back as well as before.
Dumbledore sat down and sighed grimly, his eyes on the four hourglasses on one of his cluttered shelves. He looked from the Green, to the Red, to the Yellow, to the Blue beads and smiled slightly.
As he spoke, one marble was added to the hourglass with red beads.
"10 points to Gryffindor for the hope and courage to continue. ."
Author's Note: *phew* Now its alright if my plot-bunny tries drowning itself in the coffee mug. It never succeeds anyway so it shouldn't bother anything. Anyway, I hope you all know how difficult that chapter was to write. After all of the seriousness presented in it I would like to promise some well-needed Harry and Draco time in the next chapter. Anyway. . Same rules as last time, 5+ reviews = next chapter.
Teaser--
Draco let out a meek yell as he pulled his hand away.
He massaged his palm lightly, his skin was red and felt like it had been burned. It had literally felt as if he had stuck his hand into the flames of a fire when he had touched Harry. .
FallenAngel664: Well here ya go, thanks.
lampshadesrgreat: Bad computer! VERY BAD COMPUTER! Anyway, I'm glad you reviewed. Thanks.
SimoneSimon: So If I killed the fic. . Would you die to? J/K :=P Thanks.
Taddybear: Wow. . Complicated. Err yeah. . Anyway, thanks for the prediction -- and review.
SilverWolf-MAGE-of-Light: *Gives you a chocolate covered Draco with some whip cream just for the hell of it.* Tasty huh? Muwehehehe. . . Thanks for the review. .!
NayNymic: Well its not just so much the Ginny thing, but the fact that Harry pushed Ron and yeah. . That was suppose to be "taking it to far", and is why she slapped him. Thanks for the review!
Baby-Lon: Hopefully there will be more Harry/Draco action (not that way you pervert,) in the chapter after this. Anyway, Thanks!
Chapter Sixteen-- Blood Oath
"I suppose it is time to face the unavoidable. I would have preferred to tell you this at a different time Harry, but. . There are other reasons among the prophecy that made Voldemort attack your family that night."
Fudge scoffed, "Obviously."
Harry rolled his eyes and snapped at the minister, "Oh sod off!"
"Excuse me young man? How dare you speak to your elders like that! You deserve a--"
Dumbledore cleared his throat patiently and raised an eyebrow to what the minister was about to say.
Fudge blushed a pleasant shade of pink and his lip twitched in annoyance. He turned to Dumbledore and said, "Well then. . Continue."
"Yes. . As I was saying. You are different Harry. Not just because of the prophecy, but because of the blood oath between your father and you, his offspring. A blood oath is. . How do you say, a type of elite coven. It protects those within the oath's circle by tying all person's powers to each other's." Dumbledore looked at Harry above his half moon spectacles, "Do you understand so far?"
"Sort of. . So what your saying is I wasn't only protected by my mother's death, but my father's so called oath?"
"To put it simply and in a way yes. But the blood oath he took goes far beyond such human understandings Harry. The blood oath tied him to their souls. To your soul."
"I don't understand. ." Said Harry, with an obvious look of confusion.
"Remember Voldemort Harry, he transferred a part of himself to you that night. As did your father by taking the oath. He bound himself and his powers to you, as did your mother, and I am assuming along with his secret keeper." At the look Harry gave Dumbledore he hastily added, "The original keeper, not peter Harry."
Harry sighed in relieve and waited for the head master to continue. "Yes well, a blood oath is extremely difficult to do and it's extremely hard to find someone with the power to perform such a ritual. Some. . unorthodox witches and wizards possess the power of course, breaking hundreds of rules set by the ministry. Do you know why they set these rules Harry?"
Harry nodded his head.
"Because, being bonded by this oath links the powers, the very souls of the people included in it. The main person in this oath, which would have been you, would have their powers tripled, even quadrupled. Did you know who also had this oath preformed Harry?"
"Voldemort." Said Harry, causing Fudge to flinch severely.
"Don't speak that name Boy!"
Harry only smiled.
Dumbledore nodded. "Yes. And by having you do the same, having your powers multiplied like that, posed a threat to all he stood for. You posed a threat to the concept of purebloods by having the chance to prove you didn't have to be one to be as powerful as him. You posed a threat to the very ground he based his foundation of torture on. Do you understand Harry?"
"Yes. ."
"But with this great power comes the vulnerability of misusing it. That is why I never told you Harry. As I said before. . I would rather risk the deaths of others then rob the young of their youth."
Fudge looked absolutely scandalized. "You. . You murdered all of those people Dumbledore. Their families have the right to know the truth about you, and Mr. Potter here. I'll make sure of that."
"As you will have it." Said Dumbledore calmly.
Fudge was shaking with anger. "This will not be the last time we speak of this Dumbledore, you can be sure of this. And as the minister of magic I order you to allow this. . This. ." He pointed at Harry, "boy to undergo the training and guidance of qualified Aurors and be taken from this school."
The twinkle disappeared from Dumbledore's eyes at a surprising pace. "Not without a warrant."
"I AM THE WARRANT! Are you forgetting who you are talking to Dumbledore?!" Shouted Fudge.
Dumbledore stood, "Have you forgotten who you are talking to Cornelius? I am aware of the rules of the ministry and I am aware you must have the warrant of several other representatives to allow such an action. Until you have such permission, I suggest you leave."
Fudge scowled and let out an angry shout. He hurried from the office, his cloak billowing around him. "I'll be back!" was the last thing heard from the minister's mouth before he vanished from the room.
Dumbledore turned to Harry, sadness apparent in his eyes as he watched the boy.
Harry had his brow furrowed and was staring at the floor with a determined expression.
Thoughts of what this meant raced through his head at lightning speed. With these thoughts came the rising anger towards the headmaster. All this time Harry had been able to stop these deaths, the deaths he blamed himself for endlessly, but couldn't because he didn't know, because he was too vulnerable to be trusted.
He fought to keep his anger under control as he looked to the headmaster. All respect and love that had once been in the gaze slowly diminished. "I agree with him, Dumbledore." Spat Harry angrily. "I want to be trained, I want to be prepared the next time I face Voldemort. All of this time I should have helped, but couldn't because you didn't see it fit to trust me. Who is to judge that sir? You should have told me, I had the right to know."
Dumbledore sighed as Harry continued. "Sirius died because of you. . Along with so many others. I'm not going to take the weight of their deaths anymore. . I'll leave that up to you." Harry turned and headed to leave, not caring if he was in trouble or not.
He didn't care that he would most likely be leaving the only home he ever had soon. The only thing Harry really felt right then was his anger and guilt bonding to form a deadly combination. The only thing Harry cared about right then, was avenging the death's that had so wrongfully taken place over the years. All because he couldn't stop him. .
As Dumbledore watched Harry flee from the office, he didn't call out or order him to stop. He knew the boy needed time. He only prayed he hadn't been so stupid as to let to much time slip by as it was.
He knew Harry would need the support of his loved ones right now and silently vowed to never under estimate the raven haired boy again. That night, Dumbledore promised himself he would never keep another secret as dire as the oath from Harry. He only prayed he could keep that promise and Harry would understand the reasons beyond his ways. .
The headmaster suddenly felt much older then he had in a long time. He knew he had made the mistake of under estimating Harry in the past by holding secrets, and Dumbledore could only hope he would bounce back as well as before.
Dumbledore sat down and sighed grimly, his eyes on the four hourglasses on one of his cluttered shelves. He looked from the Green, to the Red, to the Yellow, to the Blue beads and smiled slightly.
As he spoke, one marble was added to the hourglass with red beads.
"10 points to Gryffindor for the hope and courage to continue. ."
Author's Note: *phew* Now its alright if my plot-bunny tries drowning itself in the coffee mug. It never succeeds anyway so it shouldn't bother anything. Anyway, I hope you all know how difficult that chapter was to write. After all of the seriousness presented in it I would like to promise some well-needed Harry and Draco time in the next chapter. Anyway. . Same rules as last time, 5+ reviews = next chapter.
Teaser--
Draco let out a meek yell as he pulled his hand away.
He massaged his palm lightly, his skin was red and felt like it had been burned. It had literally felt as if he had stuck his hand into the flames of a fire when he had touched Harry. .