Chapter Seven: Family

Draco leaned against the cool dungeon wall, his silver eyes gleaming over the still bubbling potion. So much rested on this potion just thinking of it made his head hurt. He cast a side glance at Pansy who was still running over the notes of the potion to make sure it was accutare to the dot. Sighing deeply he pushed himself off the wall and grabbed the goblet to look down in the swirling yellow liquid.

"Are you sure this will call the strongest family member I have?" Draco said eyeing the potion. "The last thing I need is some squib trying to help me free my father Pansy." He of course knew that Pansy never got her potions wrong, but he scolded when he was nervous. And breaking into Azkaban and into the high security vaults no less would tend to make one nervous.

"Yes dear I'm quite sure." Pansy said absentmindely looking over the notes still. "Are you sure this person will even help? You can't be too sure nowadays Draco." She cooded looking up to him with dull eyes that reflected his frozen silver. Her first response being a sweeping hand has Draco put the potion back down.

"Of course they will help Pansy." Draco said removing his cloak. The potion needed to be kept at 70 degrees to maintain the potentence of it, and it did make things rather uncomfortable. "They are family, well that is of course Weasel shows up or something." He said rolling his eyes and picking up the potion again, bringing it close to his lips though he stopped himself for a second. "Well then, lets get to it shall we?"

Harry leaned against the window his book lay open in his lap as he read, raven hair falling into space freely has he had his head bent. It was raining outside his window. It always rain here, a setting Harry had picked out his second day in the training realm. Lily and rowena lay next to him in peaceful dreaming , a habit they had picked up whenever had drifted off into reading. Wrapped up in the creation of spell work, his eyes darted back and forth across the page in a rapid motion abosorbing every detail the author could muster to write. Pausing for a second he placed his book down and picked up his parchment and quill to scratch down another note that might make his own spells more powerful, which is where Dudley had appeared in his room. An annoying habit of his.

"Mum says she needs you down in the meeting hall." He yawned wearily running his fingers through his blonde hair. Sneering abit Harry cast his cousin a side glance pulling his wand out and pointing it his heart.

"How many times have I told you to NEVER shimmer into my room?" Harry snapped placing his book aside and standing in front of his cousin. Though his cousin had him by at least four inches and a hundred pounds his shook when Harry approached. Glaring up at his cousin he sneered again shoving him with his free hand. "Leave, I'll bethere when my studing is done." He ordered watching his cousin disappear in a waving ripple. It was at times like this that Harry wished he hadn't rediscovered the forgotten talent.

Flash back

"Rose." Harry paused looking up from the ancient scroll to adress his aunt who had been instructing Dudley. Once a week they went over the old magicks his ancestor had left the family. For Harry to gain his true heritage, and for Dudley to protect Harry when the time came. Though the writing was in welsh his aunt had a translator spell to help the reader understand the langauge better, the only side effect is some of the words were misplaced and some were erased all together. "Can you come here a second, something is wrong with this scroll." Harry said looking back down at the scroll, some of the words seemed to glow with a violet light that he was sure wasn't natural. Sighing deeply his aunt made her way towards him to holding out her hand for the scroll. But she just shook her head and handed it back to him with another sigh.

"That's from the diary. I can't read that scroll only the heir of the family can. I can't help you with it." She responded in frustration turning away only to have her arm grabbed by Harry who thrust the paper back at her.

"Well then, correct your bloody spell, the words are glowing and its giving me a headache." He snapped back folding his arms and glaring at her. For the past ten years she had been teaching him proper pureblood manners, and here she was getting blowing her cool and showing feelings. Rose just blinked for a second and looked down at the parchment then back at him.

"There is nothing wrong with this parchment my lord." She responded in confusion giving Harry back the paper who continued to glare at her. "Perhaps you can read it to me then, and maybe we can figure it out." Harry would have normally protested due to the headache it was giving him but he stopped himself. And read the parchment out loud.

I've finished my studies on the Art of blinking has I have come to call it. Blinking, the ability for a witch or wizard to travel from one point to the next within a blink of an eye. Though the mode of the traveling seems to differ from wizard to wizard and witch to witch. One can vanish in a burst of flames, while another in bolts of lighting. I believe this is a showing of the wizards power so I have added it to my notes.

A flash of color and shadowed after image: Very powerful wizards with multiple talents. These mood takes a very powerful magical core to accomplish and the color gives an even deeper depth of the master of the blinker. I myself seem to be the only one that can do this in my current surroundings. No surprise there. Done by connecting into the core of the caster's own magic and blood magic.

A show of elements: Powerful wizards though not has strong has colored blinks. These wizards have some talents and a stronger connection to which ever element they vanish into. It has come to my belief that this blink can be merged with colored blinks but the power needed is uncertain. Done by reaching into the natural magical core of the element.

A simple vanish into ripples: Strong wizards but of none pure blood. A good amount of magic is needed to shift in this form, only two or three of my students are capable of this. Done by tapping into the caster's core magic.

A loud crack: Anyone can do this no matter the blood or power. Done by connecting with the core of the casters wand.

The method is simple. All one must do is tap into a magical core and allow it to carry them to there heart's desired place. The stronger the mage that accesses it the swifter and more silent the travel. I shall look deeper into this.

Harry stopped his reading and looked up at his aunt. "So its apparation then? In another form?" He asked looking up at his aunt who in turn nodded her head. Placing the paper down Harry stood up and streched his aching leg muscles. "Well then, lets give it a whirl then."

End Flash back

Running his fingers through his hair, he yawned greatly vanishing in a dance of black lights. Finishing his yawn he reopened his eyes in the meeting hall not but ten feet in front of his aunt. Placing his hands in his pocket he gave a quick glance around the white marble room before returning his gaze to his aunt who looked abit nervous. Rolling his eyes Harry waved his hand summoning a chair from a cross the room which he threw himself into. Wandless magic, another trait he had discovered during his scroll readings which would become effective should he ever lose one of his wands.

"You summoned Rose?" Harry asked casting his piercing green eyes into her's while he crossed his arms over his chest. He was abit rushed to find out the reason for this for they rarely used the meeting hall, in fact only once since he had been there had they actually used it. Taking a deep breath Rose summoned herself a chair and looked over at him, her raven hair falling into her face slightly.

"How much do you know about the great war my lord?" She asked in a calm tone that made Harry's skin crawl just abit. Raising an eyebrow he was about to question what a history lesson had to do with anything but he changed his mind and answered.

"Fiffteen hundred years ago, there had been a great battle between the wizarding families of Britian to gain the crown." Harry answered running off the text knowledge he had read a couple years ago. "Families gathered help from the magical creatures and muggle armies. The result nearly wiped all life from the face of the earth." He finished tilting his head.

"You are correct my lord." She said before taking another deep breath. "But the binds the families made with the creatures are still in effect even if the muggles do not remember it." Pausing here she glanced at Harry then continued while looking at the ground. "Bounds were made in blood, and no one can reverse blood magic my lord."

"Yes I know that, now what does this have to do with me?" Harry asked sounding abit angry now. She was stalling and he had reading to get back too.

"My lord our family too made this bonds with several dark creatures. Ranging from vampires to dementors." Rose continued looking down. "The deal most familes made ours included, was that the heirs of pure blood would care the blood and magic of that creature." She paused here to look up at Harry's face which had paled a great deal. "The effects of those bonds will take place on your comming of age... not but two weeks away in the real realm." She paused again to look up at Harry whose eyes were nearly popping out of his head.

"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME I'M A BLOODY FRUIT COCKTAIL FOR RANDOM CREATURES!" Harry snapped rocketing up from his chair and glaring down at Rose who shook her head in response.