Notice: I do not own Harry Potter or anything to do with Harry Potter. I am just borrowing the characters for entertainment purposes.

Author's note: Someone mentioned that the term 'Young Master' suggested that the Empas Leader was a male character. Just to make it clear…Empas is female. I, at first, thought of using the term 'Young Mistress,' but after much thinking, I decided that the 'Young Master' sounded much better than the latter. Besides, it's not that unusual for the masculine term 'Master' to be used instead of the more feminine 'Mistress.' In the Star Wars series, the female Jedi, such as Luminara Unduli, Shaak Ti, and Stass Alli, were all Jedi Masters, and they were never referred with the feminine 'Mistress.' All the female Jedi were referred to as Master Unduli or Master Ti, and not Mistress Ti or Mistress Alli.

Eternia:

Harry Potter and the Immortal's Knight

Chapter 2: Draco's Answer and the Trio's Duties:

Malfoy Manor, Draco's Room:

It was nearing dusk, and Draco had just come from the training room in the basement of Malfoy Manor. Waiting on his desk was a familiar white snowy old with a letter tied to its leg.

"About time, Potter," Draco stated out loud.

Draco walks up to the desk, takes the letter from the owl, and then giving the owl an owl treat. Opening the letter, he starts to read:

Dear Lord Malfoy,

We have never been friends. Neither of us can deny that. Neither of us can also deny that our animosity with each other has not, in the very least, helped lessen the rivalry and hostility between our two houses of Gryffindor and Slytherin. If anything, both of us are responsible for sharpening the blade of that aggression.

It comes to my thoughts, however, that a strange situation has befallen us. You do not want to follow into your father's path under the service of one Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort. You do not want to become a murderer. Hogwarts, if any of us want to keep it standing, need all of the Four Houses to truly work together under one banner like used to during the early years of its history. I, along with Ronald Bilius Weasley and Hermione Jane Granger, already have the full support of the House of Gryffindor. I already have assurances that if we call, the House of Ravenclaw and the House of Hufflepuff will answer the call to arms.

The last of the Four Houses of Hogwarts, the House of Slytherin, will never follow me or any of my friends unless someone on their side, a Slytherin, comes in to reassure them that House Slytherin will be treated equally as the other three Houses. The House of Slytherin will never answer my call unless someone of respect and influence lead them out of the darkness that has plagued Slytherin for too long.

What I need, Draco, is for YOU to lead your house out of that darkness and stand up and fight like Salazar Slytherin, himself, would have wanted. I want to put all our past hostilities behind us and start anew.

I, Harrison James Potter, Heir to the House of Potter, Heir to the House of Black, scion of the Royal House of Gryffindor, extend my hand, my wand, my shield, and my sword, to you, Draconis Julius Malfoy, Heir to the House of Malfoy, Heir to the House of Lestrange, in friendship and camaraderie, in the hopes of reforging old friendships and alliances that has died down over the ages.

Sincerely,

Lord Harrison James Potter

Heir of the Proud and Most Valiant House of Potter

Heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black

Scion of the Royal House of Gryffindor

P.S. – I understand that you, your mother, Narcissa Elaina Black Malfoy, and I have shared the recent lost of Sirius Black. I send you my condolences.

Draco read and reread the letter in his hand to see if he had understood its contents correctly. The sheer formality used in its writing is very familiar to Draco. When he had written his letter to Potter a month previous, he had expected quick and abrupt reply. But, as the days and weeks rolled on ahead with no answer to his letter of apology, he started to both hope and dread the best and the worst of the situation. He, himself, had used a similar language in his letter, but to a lesser extent. His letter was binding, like this letter, but the language and formality he used only binded himself to the words. At the worst, had Potter not accepted, he would have been in Potter's debt until that debt is paid. And since it was magically binding, there was no way he could have turn the situation in his favor.

This letter in his hand, though, was more formal, more magical, and definitely more binding. This letter, if he accepted, would bind his family, and the Houses of Malfoy and Lestrange, for possibly eternity.

He read the letter again.

'Scion of the Royal House of Gryffindor. So the rumors are true after all. The Potters are descendents of Gryffindor. But…how would Potter know,' Draco thought to himself.

Draco already knew what his answer would be, but he needed to know what his friends would say of the situation.

He stood up and walked over to the fireplace. Grabbing a handful of floo powder, he called out in a loud and clear voice, "Crabbe Manor, Vincent's room."

As he saw the flames in the fireplace turn into green flames, he called, "Vincent! Vincent! Are you there! Hurry up! I have to talk to you."

A few moments later, the green flames took the shape of a recognizable face, "What it is, Draco? Can't this wait until later? I just came home from playing Quidditch."

"Yes, it is. Now, hurry up so I can call Greg over."

"Alright. Just hold on a minute."

A few moments later, the tall, muscular form of Vincent Crabbe appeared through the green flames and into Draco's room.

Draco turned again towards the fireplace as he threw another handful of floo powder, "Goyle Manor, Gregory's room. Greg! It's me, Draco! Hurry up and come over for a second. I need to show you something real quick."

Several minutes past before Draco's call was answered as the tall and burly form of his friend came over.

"What is it? Did you, finally, get a reply from Potter," Gregory questioned his friend.

Raising up his left hand, the letter still clenched in its grasp, he replied, "This answer your question."

Vincent and Gregory looked at each other and then back at Draco before saying in unison, "Well! What's it say?!"

Draco handed Potter's letter over to his two friends to look over.

The room was silent save for the crackling of burning wood over the fireplace.

"This is deep, Draco," Vincent stated.

"Yeah," Gregory agreed with him, "This is magically binding, Draco. Are you sure you still want to do this?"

Vincent continued, "This is a contract, Draco. A magical contract. If you accept, there'll be nothing you can do to turn back. This will magically bind you and the House of Malfoy for a long, long time."

"You already know what I'm going to say, Vince, Greg. I just need to know if you're with me on this. I've known the two of you nearly all my life. I can't do this without you two. But…if I have to…I will"

Vincent answered for himself and Greg, "Write the letter. We're with you all the way."

"Just a minute you two," Gregory stopped his friends, "You know I'm with you all the way. And I'm not saying that we shouldn't do this. I'm just saying that maybe we should be a bit more careful with this."

Turning to Draco, he finished, "Send him a letter. Ask if you two can meet in private before school starts."

"Hey, Draco. Don't you have to attend a will reading sometime in August?" Vincent asked giving Draco a meaningful glance.

Draco nodded understanding, "If one of us asks, I'm sure the goblins at Gringotts will let us use a private room for a little while. Given that we pay a fee, of course."

Walking over his desk, the white-feathered owl still sitting there waiting for a reply, Draco pulled out a roll of parchment and his quill and began to write his response:

Dear Lord Potter,

I have read over your letter and have asked the council of two friends. I cannot give you an answer currently. I ask that we meet after the will reading of my uncle and your godfather, Sirius Orion Black. I fear that this letter may be intercepted. If you would agree, it would be wiser and much safer for the both of us and our friends, if we converse on this matter more in the private settings of Gringotts Wizarding Bank.

Sincerely

Lord Draconis Julius Malfoy

Heir of the Pure and Most Ancient House of Malfoy

Heir of the Virtuous and Most Ancient House of Lestrange

P.S. – Thank you for your condolences. I will send my mother your commiseration. I am sure she will appreciate it. I send you the same condolences. He is, after all, your godfather.

Sealing the letter with his family seal, he gently tied it to the awaiting owl's outstretched leg. Then, letting the owl hop onto his arm, Draco walked over the window and watched as the owl took off onto the horizon before disappearing completely.

Returning his attention to his two friends, he gave out a sigh.

All they could do now was wait.

Unknown Place: Hidden Room:

The young Deity sits on throne-like chair overlooking a circular device on the floor. The device is glowing with a white light on top as 3-D images run over it. The Deity sits on her throne watching those images patiently waiting…pondering.

As she watches young Malfoy write and send his reply towards his long-time rival, she comes over to a decision.

'This animosity between Gryffindor House and Slytherin House is ridiculous. I warned Salazar and Godric this would happen, but would they listen? No. They had to insist on things working out on their own. Honestly. They could have, at the very least, taken on Rowena and Helga's advice on the matter, but noooo. This is completely ridiculous and a complete waste of my time. Sally! Rico! You're laughing at me. You must be laughing at me right now. Hel! Row! If you two can hear me. Be merciful to an old pal and hit your respective husbands in the head for me. They completely deserve it!'

The Empas Leader stood up and made her way out the door as she made a decision while continuing her mental rant, 'As for you, Rowena. Why, of all people, did you have to ask me to do THIS particular favor? WHY? I mean…why couldn't have you just asked Sage or Rock?! You, Helga, I would say that you're sensible, but ever since you married that particular lump head called Salazar, I'm still wondering your sanity…'

Granger Household, Hermione's Room:

Hermione Granger, the only female member and the brains of the famous and infamous Golden Trio of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Over the years in Hogwarts, Hermione has grown from an insecure and socially inept eleven year old to a gorgeous and confident fifteen year old. Early on with her friendship with Harry Potter, she was put into the background like her other bestfriend Ron Weasley. It was hard not to be in the shadow of Harry Potter considering the intensity of his fame. However, as the years and adventures came and went, the public and the press had somehow learned of the dangers that Hogwarts's Golden Trio faced each year despite the words and reassurances of their beloved Headmaster. And with the press learning of the situation, she garnered her own fame, reputation, as well as her own fan base (much to her amusement). She is now reknown for her encyclopedia-like knowledge, her quick wit, and her higher-than-average abilities in the magical arts.

She is currently sitting in her room writing and making plans for the coming year. With Voldemort on the loose, she knew she had to work fast. After their conversation on the Hogwarts Express, divided their plans for the organization that will come into effect the minute they step back into the Wizarding World.

Hermione will outline the necessary documents for the organization. She will write out plans and outlines of the ranks, names, and possible hidden legions that they will need to fight this war. Ron, will be the one responsible for finding and buying (Harry had given both of his friends free access to his family's assests) the materials the organization would need for the war. He will find the armor's, weapons, equipments, as well as any possible allies the organization will need. Harry's job will be to train himself over the summer, so that he could personally train their fellow students once they return to Hogwarts. Harry is also the one responsible for contacting and recruiting the possible allies that Ron has found.

Looking over her notes, Hermione ponders out loud, "Nearly everything is ready. All we need is the signal."

The Burrow, Ron's Room:

"Alright, let's see here. The armors have been ordered. The weapons…we have swords, lances, bows. Oh, and the wands. Can't forget the wands," Ron thought out loud. Looking over the list on his hand, he reads on, "Axes, spears, hammers. Might be a bit of an overkill, but we're at war."

Ron sits up and looks around the room and all the papers and books speckled all over the floor. 'Better fix this before Mum comes up and finds all this.'

With a few waves of his wand, everything in the room becomes spotless and neat. The school books and his class assignments are on the shelves, and the books and papers that shouldn't be there are well hidden inside his trunk.

"There we go. All better. Can't let anyone know about those books. It'd be funny to watch the looks on their faces when everyone finds out Harry, Hermione, and I can all do stuff better than most aurors," he stated out loud.

Picking up another list on his desk, this one labeled 'Possible Allies,' Ron sighs, 'We need more allies. Can't have too much of them during a war after all.'

Number 4 Privet Drive, Smallest Bedroom:

Harry sits by the window as he reads some of the reports of one of his allies. It was from Victor Krum. It read:

Harry Potter,

I have talked to friends of mine, both in Durmstrang and outside. They said will answer a call-to-arms if called. I talked to Oliver Wood from Puddlemere United he says that he is having trouble with the "package" that you asked for, but also says that he is sure that the "package" will be finished on time for the semester to start.

Victor Krum

After reading the letter, he puts it away and looks up the window. Over the horizon, he sees a bird flying towards him carrying a letter. As the bird nears, Harry recognizes the birds as a condor bearing the crest of Gringotts.

He opens the window and lets the condor enter before untying the letter. The condor leaves immediately as Harry opens the seal and reads the letter. The message was short and simple.

Dear Lord Potter,

We, the Goblin Nation, have read over your proposal. After much thinking, we have come to a conclusion. We accept. The Goblin Nation will fight. We will await your visit to Gringotts in the month of August. As we speak, we are preparing our troops for the coming war against Riddle. You only need to send the signal to war…

When that happens…we will answer your call.

Ragnarok

King of Goblins

Harry lets out the breath that he didn't know he had been holding.

'Finally!' he thought, 'Things really start to move.'

Taking out a mirror from his trunk, he contacted his two friends, "Hermione, Ron…the goblins have accepted our proposal. Send out the signal."

Anyways, what you guys think? I, personally, thought this was a great chapter. I'm always open to any possible ideas, so if you have any suggestions about a new character, give a name, personality, description, etc. The more detailed the description, the better chance I would have of providing a better character. The same goes for any scenarios that any of you, readers, might want to see. I won't promise that I will put any of these characters or ideas in the story, but I will take it into account. Thanks.