Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. I do, however, own this story's plot!
A/N: I edited this chapter. Turns out I had a Crystal + Elle mixup. But don't worry. I fixed it up! :D
Chapter 6
Memories
After leaving the Quidditch field, Harry and Draco had changed out of their Quidditch uniforms – Harry did so more quickly than Draco did. He really didn't want the Draco to baby him too much. He was old enough to take care of himself for Merlin's sake. Besides, it's not as if he was injured, and he kept telling the blond his healthy status repeatedly as the blond carried him all the way up to their private quarters. The blond however, strictly ignored the protesting Gryffindor in his arms.
When the two had reached their room, Draco had put Harry down onto the ground, rummaged through his closet and thrown out clothes for Harry to change into. Harry made the blond promise not to turn around as he changed and the blond replied that he wouldn't have time to stare at him because he would be changing himself. Blushing at his own assumption that Draco would be staring at him, Harry rushed to change, throwing the Quidditch uniform into a heap on the ground.
Although the clothes Draco had given to him were too big on his small stature, Harry was just glad to have some sort of clothing on him at the moment. He didn't think he would be able to stand it if Draco were to look at him naked. He turned his head and his breath caught in his throat.
The blond Slytherin was wearing a short sleeve white buttoned shirt that accentuated his Alabaster skin. The tie the Slytherin was wearing brought out the silver in his eyes. And the pants Draco decided to wear didn't help Harry's imagination stabilize at all; it seemed to be doing the opposite in fact – fantasies started running through the blushing Gryffindor's head.
Draco gave the Gryffindor a once over before whistling lowly. The shirt Draco had given Harry was meant to brighten the color of Harry's eyes, and it did – Draco had no qualms about it. But because it was a bit too big on the small Gryffindor, the shirt kept slipping off of Harry's shoulder and bared his skin for the world to see. Harry already folded the long sleeves of the shirt, so at least that helped a little bit. The pants Draco had thrown to Harry was shrunk slightly to fit his size and fit his size it did. The pants Harry donned showed off the slight curves of his legs and hugged his waist and arse tightly. It fit him as snug as a bug.
Shaking his head to rid the perverted thoughts that pranced across, Draco decided to lead the two of them to sit by the fireplace and enjoy the rest of the afternoon. However, the blond remembered what had happened just moments ago on the Quidditch field. And so, Draco had decided against this idea of relaxing because he soon started up a conversation with the brunet.
"Harry."
The brunet turned to look at the Slytherin who had called out to him.
"What is it?"
"Why don't you try controlling water?"
"Why don't you try control lightning?" Harry shot back.
Draco gave him a flat look. "Because lightning is dangerous?" he said, looking at the Gryffindor with a look that clearly said 'the answer is so obvious'.
"Water can be dangerous too." Harry said.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes. Water makes up about sixty five percent of the human body. So if I were to control water, I could possibly control humans as well. Although, the percentage varies depending on the person's body weight."
"You just sounded like Granger."
"I'll just take that as a compliment."
Harry and Draco's head snapped to the door to see everyone they knew hovering around the doorway. Pansy stepped in followed by Blaise and the rest of the Slytherins; the Gryffindors came after – first Hermione with a bag, then Neville, followed by the rest of the Gryffindors.
"You should knock before entering one's personal quarters Pans. I thought someone of your status would know that."
"Well, status doesn't matter anymore now does it? You're with the Boy-Who-Lived after all." She said pointedly looking at the two.
Harry turned to look at Draco. "The Boy-Who-Lived? I didn't know you were dating someone called that Draco. Why didn't you tell me?" In his eyes held disappointment and Draco saw that.
"Parkinson – I mean Pansy, was talking about you Harry." Neville said.
"Why don't you guys sit? There's enough room around the sitting area. Let me just light the fireplace." Harry said, about to get up from his seat.
"I got it." Draco said, sending bits of flames into the wood.
The Slytherins took up one side of the sitting area while the Gryffindors took up the other side. The Slytherins made themselves at home on Draco's large black corner sofa. It was practically big enough to fit eight people.
However, the Gryffindors, all except for Hermione gingerly took up the other large midnight blue corner sofa – chosen by Harry once he saw that all Draco's room consisted of were black, green and silver colors. They had looked through furniture catalogues until Harry had found the perfect color that pulled each color together harmoniously. Draco was thankful that his boyfriend had some taste in choosing furniture and the like.
"Are you sure you don't control fire as well?" Hermione asked as she took a seat on the cushion besides the coffee table.
"No, no. It's just lightning."
"Then what's with the flames?" Ron asked boldly.
"Well Weasley," Draco started but he felt a soft pull on his sleeve and immediately knew it was Harry silently telling him to watch it. "It just looks like flames, besides did you actually see the fire coming from my hands? I just shot lightning to the wood and flames appeared. Don't go assuming things."
Harry gave his sleeve another tug and Draco inwardly sighed. You're lucky they're your friends Harry. He thought and he swore he saw a light smile grace the Gryffindor's face before Draco apologized for his rude behavior towards Ron. That left their audience bewildered, all but Hermione and Neville that is, seeing as how they've been with him for quite some time now. Harry was always pointedly making Draco change the way he behaved; sometimes it would be subtle, other times it would be outright.
"Right. Anyway, I've picked out some books that I'd think would be important for Harry." Hermione said, as she rummaged through her small bag.
"That bag looks like something you'd use to hold a few tissues, not a couple of books."
"An undetectable extension charm." Hermione explained, as her arm dove deeper into the bag, now shoulder only left out. The group heard several noises as if books were being knocked around through her rummaging.
"Oh for Merlin's sake." She said exasperated. Hermione pulled her arm out, whipped out her wand and said, "Accio books." She opened her bag wide and several tiny items flew out, landing upon her lap. Quickly enlarging the items, she passed each person a book before placing every extra book onto the coffee table.
"A book on Magical Inheritance?"
"Information on Elementalists?"
"What sorts of books are these 'Mione?"
"I picked out any and all books that were related to magical inheritance – one way or another. I figured it would be easier for us to each read a book and to tell each other whenever we've found a clue on how to better understand a wizard or witch's inheritance." She stated, opening up the book in front of her.
"I thought we ruled out the fact that we could be Elementalists. Draco's element is neither fire nor earth."
"Even so, you could be one Harry. You do control the element water. I figured it's better to have more knowledge than to be left clueless in times of need."
"Really? You thought of this just a moment ago? Couldn't we have gotten some rest before you made us work?"
"Nonsense, Ron. It's better to get a head start on it before we run into any trouble once Harry's inheritance arrives."
Ron's stomach started grumbling, and he moaned. "Come on 'Mione. You know about a long work out, any normal person would be hungry."
Before Hermione could speak, another stomach grumbled in the room. Harry meekly smiled whilst he covered his stomach. "Sorry." He apologized as his stomach growled once more.
"Very well." Hermione conceded as she closed the book. "We shall have lunch."
"I think you would find it much more agreeable to have a nice lunch here. That way we can get right back to work afterwards without any chance of disagreement or change in plan." Draco said.
"Plus, it would give us a nice chance to introduce ourselves and get to know one another better." Harry chirped.
Each group looked a bit hesitant at the idea of communicating with one another, but Hermione stepped up to dissolve the unease they were feeling.
"If Harry and Draco are going dating now, I think the least we could do is get along with each other. I'm sure that's what they want." She said, hands on her hips. Even with her sitting down on the ground facing them, she seemed to be a formidable woman.
"W-What?!" Harry sputtered. "I'm dating Draco?! Pansy mentioned something about you getting together with the Boy-Who-Lived as well."
"Are you against that idea?" Draco asked, leaning towards the Gryffindor.
"I-I'm not really opposed to the idea of dating you…" Harry whispered, twiddling his thumbs.
"Then that settles it. We're dating." Draco said, smiling.
"Wait! I said I wasn't opposed to the idea. I didn't say we were dating. If we are, I want you to properly ask me out." He said.
"Alright then." Draco said, clearing his throat. He got to one knee, and gently held Harry's hand in his. "Harry Potter. Would you do me the honor of becoming my boyfriend?"
Harry flushed so badly, the Gryffindors thought it reminded them of their House colors – the red part anyway. Harry bit his bottom lip before looking up at the Slytherin. The brunet smiled before nodding. "I will." He answered, and the newly formed couple sealed it with a kiss.
"Good, I didn't know what I'd do if you guys had gone on flirting with one another." Neville said, congratulating the two.
"Now, we're going to flirt openly." Draco announced, grinning.
Groans were the only comment towards the blond's statement. Harry however pushed the blond, blushing that he had been flirting with him, but now would be seen flirting with him.
"Alright, enough with the flirting you two. Draco, lunch sounds good right about now."
"Pippy." Draco called out; the house elf appeared besides him when summoned.
"Yes young master?"
"Prepare some lunch for us. Whatever our guests want." He ordered, and then he turned to the others. "Just tell Pippy what you'd like to eat."
Hermione sniffed at the attitude of having a house elf under control, but ordered none-the-less.
"Bring us some afternoon tea. Have some extra just in case. Keep the lunch warm as well." And with that, the house elf popped away.
"Now, let's just talk and wait for lunch to arrive. Then we can start on looking for information on magical inheritance."
An awkward silence appeared as soon as Draco finished talking, although the group had doubts about whether or not the blond and the brunet noticed – they seemed to have gone into their own little world once more.
"Well… I guess we should introduce ourselves." Pansy said. "I'm Pansy Parkinson, sixth year, Slytherin." She nudged Blaise on the side to get him to continue.
"Blaise Zabini. Sixth year, Slytherin."
"Theodore Nott, sixth year, Slytherin."
"Vincent Crabbe, sixth year, Slytherin."
"Gregory Goyle, sixth year, Slytherin."
"Crystal White, fifth year, Slytherin."
The last Slytherin was one they'd never see before. She had jet-black hair with green highlights, which were currently tied up in a ponytail. Her right ear lobe had one ear piercing while the left ear lobe had two. She wore emerald stud earrings while the extra piercing had a Slytherin snake piercing embedded within it. The girl was currently wearing capris with a short sleeve white buttoned shirt with the Slytherin crest sewn onto her left breast pocket. Her right wrist donned a sterling bracelet while her left hand's index finger donned a ring with her family's crest.
"Crystal, and a fifth year at that? That's... surprising. We thought, or at least I thought, that they would be hanging with Flint. I suppose not. Oh, but don't feel offended by my statement. I didn't mean to be rude."
"No, no." the girl waved away the comment. "I'm not offended at the least. I suppose it is surprising to see a fifth year hanging with a sixth year group. But, I've known them since before we entered Hogwarts, so it's not surprising that no one knew about me until now."
"Very well, since you've introduced yourselves. I think we should do the same. I'm Hermione Granger, sixth year, Gryffindor." She looked towards the rest of the group to continue on with the introductions.
"Ronald Weasley, sixth year, Gryffindor."
"Neville Longbottom, sixth year, Gryffindor."
"Fred Weasley, ex-Gryffindor."
"George Weasley, ex-Gryffindor."
Hermione shook her head. "The one who called himself Fred is actually George and the one who called himself George is actually Fred. Really you two, to mess around at a time like this." She scolded the twins.
"Hey!" The twins cried out. "It's no fun if you ruin our little joke."
"Ginny Weasley, fifth year, Gryffindor." The last redhead said, interrupting her older brothers' complaining.
"And, we all know those two that have gone all lovey-dovey in their own little world." Ginny laughed.
"What do you two mean by ex-Gryffindor?"
"You didn't expect us to stay at Hogwarts when we gave that pink witch our best farewell prank did you?"
"So you were the ones who did those fireworks!" Crystal exclaimed, remembering the various explosions that erupted from within the school's premise and from the skies of Hogwarts.
"It was a brilliant job we'd done."
"Proud of ourselves I'd say."
"Ah, I almost forgot. What's your name?"
All eyes turned to the other blond who had entered the room without anyone noticing, until Crystal had pointed it out.
"Luna Lovegood, fifth year, Ravenclaw." Came the reply.
"Where had you been Luna? You missed ordering lunch."
"Are we having a small get-together? Oh, I love parties, especially if the flying wrecklespurts have gone awry. They love to make merry around crowds."
Everyone stared at her with confused expressions. What in Merlin's name are flying wrecklespurts?
"I'll have what everyone's having. I don't mind eating what you guys have already ordered." She added, before sitting down on the unoccupied cushion at the coffee table.
"Pippy, please include an extra order of food for Luna." Draco requested, as the house elf appeared once more at his summons. Nodding its head, the house elf popped away. And soon, all the books were removed from the coffee table and were replaced with the lunch.
Moans of appreciation came from everyone as they dug into their food. Pippy served them all tea before leaving the room. After everyone had finished their lunch, the plates themselves disappeared except for the teacups and the teapot, and all books were replaced onto the empty table.
"Let's start shall we?" Hermione said, opening up her book. "We have a lot to read, especially since there should be more books for us to read through. Ah, Luna. Here's a book for you too."
With a groan, each person complied with the Gryffindor's wishes before opening up a book of their own and started reading.
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"My Lord."
"We have news."
The Dark Lord arrived at the room in the attire after the Ravenclaw had given him a new look. He had seen the stunned expressions upon Lucius and Snape's face. He knew they were both thinking the same thing. Whoever had gone and done what they did to the Dark Lord was probably dead now.
But the Dark Lord knew the answer to their thoughts. The person who had done this is not dead and is in fact more powerful than he would've thought. He fixed up his appearance with a flick of his wrist and the fabric was repaired. The cut on his cheek however, was not healed even with his own magic. I will get that girl for this. He thought as he put on a glamour charm to cover up the cut.
"What have you summoned me here for?"
"The boy, as you know my Lord, is coming close to his birthday."
"He is currently showing signs of his magical inheritance, though we apologize. We do not know what he will be inheriting."
Voldemort didn't need to hear about this news from his subordinates. He had, after all, seen first hand when he was on the Quidditch field under the disillusionment charm.
"Crucio."
Both Lucius and Snape fell onto the ground writhing in pain. They didn't know why they were being punished, but didn't dare voice out their confusion. They had thought that the news would bring great interest to their Dark Lord, but apparently it did not.
The two were held under the Cruciatus curse for quite some time. Not because their news had not interested their Dark Lord – no, they were punished for that within the first couple of seconds of the Cruciatus curse. The Dark Lord was no punishing with no reason at all, none other than the fact that he had been denied the information that he ordered to have from the Ravenclaw, had tried to punish her only to find that his magic had no effect on the girl, and also had two of his most trusted Death Eaters see him in such a state of disgrace.
Finally, he relieved them of the curse. He saw the side effects occurring after being held under the Cruciatus curse for quite some time, though the side effects were quite small. He ordered them to leave him and get healed. Voldemort saw the surprise on their face when he had shown some form of concern for their health, but he waved it off. He was allowed that at least. He thought and soon froze in his thoughts.
I'm caring for others? This is impossible. I do not care for other's well being. That boy is changing me. He thought.
Lucius and Snape bowed to him before retreating from the room, leaving Voldemort in his own thoughts.
"The Dark Lord…" Lucius began after awhile.
"We shall not speak of it in front of anyone else." Snape finished, as the two headed towards their rooms.
"I'll have Eleanor come to heal us."
"Is she not busy at Saint Mungo's? She has her job there."
"Nonsense. It is currently her break from her shift. She'll arrive as soon as possible."
With that, Lucius entered his room and left Severus to his. Shaking his head, Severus entered his own room to await the healer's arrival.
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"'Mione, I think I found something."
"Well, don't just sit there. Read it to us."
Signs of Magical Inheritance
There are many signs that prove one is about to enter their inheritance. In the early stages, one will feel their body temperature changing from time to time. Not only will this affect the person's actions, but it will also affect their magical core.
Depending on what the wizard or witch will become after their inheritance, the use of his or her magic is strictly forbidden, lest the variation of magical use fluctuates. The fluctuation will be costly to one's magical inheritance.
However, if it is a strong witch or wizard, the cost will not be too great. In fact, there might not be any consequences at all. Their magical core however, will case mishaps when using spells and the like.
"Well, that wasn't very informative at all." Ginny said, sitting back.
"It doesn't talk about our magical core though. That's important right?"
"It's as important as needing a heating charm in the middle of the summer. Which means, it's practically useless. The magical core will probably change after the inheritance, so there's really no use for that information."
"It talks about the magical core before the inheritance. That's worth at least something." Ron grumbled, flipping to the next page.
"How about this Hermione."
Elementalists and their Powers
It is easy to figure out which Elementalists has which element. It has to do with the personality.
Water, its Latin term aqua, is calm and relaxing, someone who is least likely to trek away from his or her path, but water is not only a passive element. It can also be an offensive and defensive element. With its healing abilities, water is a necessary source of power during battle. Water can also be offensive; because the world is practically made up of water, people tend to forget that water is not there for their own use, but for the use of nature.
Fire, its Latin term ignis, when used incorrectly can harm others more than helping others. One can see that with fire, the user is normally hotheaded, or tends to run headfirst into situations without a plan. With a burst of fiery hatred, one can destroy everything and anything in its path. Fire is possibly the most difficult element to control. Only one with the strength to control oneself can hope to control this element, and in controlling this element, one can make it through the darkness.
Air, its Latin term ventus, is a passive aggressive element. It allows the user to guild him or her through pathways hidden beyond one's sight. One often mistakes the element as being useless in battle, but when used offensively, air is possibly much terrifying, though it is hard to compare. Though, one must not forget that air is also a part of a harmonious balance in the world.
Earth, its Latin term terra, the last element shows that the user is normally someone who uses their strength or the strength of their surroundings to their utmost advantage. Earth, though soothing to the touch can also be an element worth feeling its horror. The Earth Elementalist often creates treacherous terrains when feeling angered. It is not enough to assume that one element is more powerful than the others.
All in all, the elements are strong when separate. One can feel an element's true power when all four are together harmoniously – passively, offensively, or defensively. No one better understands these elements than the Elementalists themselves.
"Boring. That doesn't help at all."
"Well, why don't you try finding some information then?"
"I think this book may be more useful than anything." Luna piped up, breaking up the rising tension between the two houses.
"Greek Gods and Mythology?"
"Luna, where did you get that book?"
"Well, the book Hermione gave me wasn't very useful at all. I decided to pull out a book of my own. In fact, I brought it here with me when I entered the room. I suppose no one was really paying attention because lunch had just about arrived." The Ravenclaw said.
"Hey… you guys."
Everyone turned to look at the youngest Weasley. She seemed to be trying to remember something.
"Didn't the – " she stopped when she realized that there were Slytherins in the room.
"Well? Get on with it!" Pansy said, annoyed that the redhead was keeping them in suspense.
Noticing the problem, Hermione waved to Ginny to continue. "Don't worry Ginny, we can trust them. If anything we can all sign our names on a parchment I'll spell to hex anyone that speaks of any information from inside the room outside of this room."
In fact, just as she was saying this, Hermione indeed had whipped out a piece of parchment paper, a feathered pen and started writing down her name on it. She passed the parchment around the room, having everyone sign their names onto the piece of paper. Once she had received the parchment, she took out her wands and hastily muttered several spells on to it.
"There, now if anyone were to speak of anything we talk about in this room to anyone other than the fifteen of us, they'll be hexed, slightly cursed, and – well, just know that it's not harmful to kill you, just enough to send you to the infirmary." Hermione ended with a smile, as she rolled up the parchment paper and tucked it away inside her bag.
"Well, remember at the beginning of the summer? In Padfoot's house? Everyone was talking about Harry and his inheritance." The redhead began.
The Slytherins exchanged glances with one another. Who in Merlin's name was Padfoot?
"Oh yea… they mentioned something about mythology right?" Ron said, remembering that day.
"Oh, how could I have forgotten?" Hermione said, mentally scolding herself. "I told you guys I'd do some research, and I did! Wait, just give me a second." The brunette said, opening the bag once more and accioed several different parchment paper. Finding the correct one, Hermione filed the rest away and opened the one she currently had in her hands.
"Greek Mythology." She said, reading the top of the page.
"Yes, that's the one." Luna said, smiling.
"It's a good thing I looked up on information about every culture. Otherwise, we'd be so confused."
"How many cultures did you look up exactly?"
"Twenty-five, give or take a few." Hermione aimlessly answered, her attention focused on the parchment before her.
"And how long, might I ask, did it take?"
"Oh don't worry. In fact, it was my quickest work yet. Only half a day for each culture – and only a couple dozen of feet of parchment paper written on each of them." Hermione answered once more.
Everyone looked at her like she was the newest magical species in the Wizarding World. Everyone except the Gryffindors of course, though they held little shock on their faces as well. The group just watched as Hermione quickly scanned the parchment paper, pulling it up to continue reading. The only noise in the room was her feverish muttering and Luna's rhythmless humming.
"Ah ha! I found it."
"Good thing too. I hope they're not upset that I led you guys towards this path without mentioning it to them. Although I did promise I wouldn't. Oh what's done is done. What fun would that have been if we were reading all the time now isn't that right?" Luna said, clapping when Hermione had found the thing she hoped for her to find.
"Greek Gods?" Harry asked, as he looked over Hermione's shoulder.
"Yes, there's dozens of them actually. But we should start from the first three – Zeus, Poseidon and Hades. "
"They're not the very first though." Draco noted.
"No, it was Uranus and Gaia. Uranus was the sky and Gaia was the earth. Then it went to Cronus, Rhea. After that it was Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hera, Demeter and Hestia."
"So what does this have anything to do with Harry and Draco?"
"Don't you see? Harry controls water, which links him to Poseidon. Draco controls lightning, which links him to Zeus."
"Oh ho ho. So you mean to say Zeus and Poseidon are having an incest relationship through Draco and Harry?" Fred said, laughing.
The couple flushed at the teasing before Ginny took a pillow and threw it at her older brother.
"No, you idiot. I didn't mean it like that." Hermione hissed. "Forget about him Harry, Draco. Fred was just trying to ease the tension in the room. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, maybe Harry and Draco's magical inheritance will be related to the Greek Gods."
"No, no no." Luna objected, wagging her finger and shaking her head. "Not related to the Greek Gods, they will be inheriting the Greek Gods' powers and status." She explained.
This just shocked everyone's minds for a couple of minutes and all Luna did was laugh joyfully at their expressions.
"It's impossible. No one can become a god." Hermione said, denying Luna's words.
"Ah, to be young and filled with logic." The Ravenclaw mused, rocking side to side on the cushion beneath her.
"I don't know why you guys can't seem to grasp the possibility of this happening. After all, we live in a magical world. Anything is possible." The Ravenclaw reminded them as they shook out of their trance.
"Hermione, what's that?" Harry asked, pointing to a paragraph several inches away from the one she just read.
"Erm… it's nothing really Harry." She said, trying to pull the parchment away from his view.
"If it's nothing, you wouldn't try to hide it from me." Harry said, his green gaze sharpening at her gesture.
One of the twins quickly pulled the parchment from her grasp and read it out loud.
"Hey! Give that back!" Hermione cried, as she jumped from her seat.
"In Greek Mythology, Zeus was not only Hera's husband in title, but has also fathered many other illegitimate children with other goddesses, demi-gods, nymphs and mortals." George began, skipping away out of Hermione's reach when she stood up to grab the parchment from him.
George laughed as he tossed the parchment to Fred and his twin continued reading off the paper.
"Zeus fathered Hera's children which include Athena, Ares, Hephaestus and Hebe. Though, with other goddesses he fathered Persephone, Apollo, Artemis, Hermes, Aphrodite, and several other gods, goddesses, demigods and even mortals." Fred read, tossing it to Ginny who read the little comment by the paragraph.
"In my opinion, Zeus seemed to be nothing more than a player who would seduce any female that he deemed to be beautiful in his view. Because of his ways, Hera's jealousy drove her to curse any one of Zeus's lovers."
Ending the reading on that dour note, all Gryffindor eyes turned to Draco with an angered look before turning to Harry with a sympathetic look.
"Harry… mate… are you sure you want to date him now that you've heard about this?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, I thought it was weird that Draco would want to date you. Maybe it's just a fling. Even the younger years have heard rumors about Draco messing around at Hogwarts. He's been in so many relationships it's hard to keep count." Ginny said.
Harry looked at his boyfriend, of only an hour or so, with unease. "Do you really play around with people?" he asked quietly.
The Slytherins felt eyes on them and turned to see all the Gryffindors paying attention to them.
"It's not true. I've never messed around with anyone. I've dated one or two people, but never slept with any of them!" Draco said pleadingly, whilst he gently took Harry's hands in his own.
"Trust me Harry. I wouldn't do anything to make you dislike me."
Snorts were heard from the Gryffindors as they replayed several incidents in their heads between Harry and Draco.
"Yeah, all those fist fights and duels and wand fights sure doesn't seem like you'd do anything to make Harry dislike you." Ginny said, smirking at Draco's expression when he turned around shocked.
"Is that true Draco? Did we really hate each other that much?"
"Well, yes. What she said is true. But I didn't really want to fight you. If anything I would've avoided it at all costs. If anything, I was just trying to get your attention."
"You have a funny way of showing it." Ron snorted, wincing when Hermione elbowed him in the ribs.
"Not helping." She hissed at him between her teeth.
"It's true Harry. You should hear him while he sleeps. Harry… Harry…" Blaise said, mimicking Draco's murmurs during his dreams.
Harry watched the blond flush with embarrassment at having been caught sleep talking at night in the dormitories.
The Slytherins nodded their heads as well. "It's true Harry. Don't worry about it. He has never done anything that would've hurt you. In fact, why did you think we tried to avoid you as much as possible during the last two years? It was all Draco's orders. He specifically said, and I quote "You are not to touch or harm a hair on Harry Potter." He even told us this just before the Quidditch game." Pansy said, smiling when Draco's blush intensified even more.
"Now that you mention it, that does seem to be true." Neville said, trying to remember a time when they were in a fight with the Slytherins during the past two years.
"Well, alright. If what everyone's saying is true, I suppose I'll believe you." Harry murmured, and he watched the happiness grow in Draco's eyes before he was enveloped in the blond's hug.
Applause rang out as the two resolved their first conflict as a couple.
"Alright then. Now that we've figured it out, you should tell us if there's anything else going on between the two of you – not like that you ninny." Hermione said when she saw the twins waggling their eyebrows. "Tell us if anything happens to you guys. I'll be sure to include it into the list."
"Does telepathy count?" Draco asked, still in an embrace with the brunet.
"Telepathy? That's interesting."
"Well, that explains all the silence going on when you two enter your own little world. I suppose staring is not the only thing that happens in your little bubble." Blaise snorted, amusedly.
"Oh, before we move onto the next thing, Hermione. What did you mean by we could trust the Slytherins? You might as well tell us before we move ahead." Ginny reminded the brunette.
"Oh yes. I remember. Harry, is it alright if we told them what happened to you that day?"
"I suppose it is." Harry said, tightening his grasp on Draco's robes. "I don't actually remember what happened."
"I've already told the Slytherins what happened. I apologize Harry, I did so without your permission." Draco said, looking truly worried about his other half's reaction.
"It's alright. If it helps to move this along faster, I'm glad you did it." Harry said, giving Draco's nose a soft kiss.
"Alright. Well, Draco. If you please." Hermione said, giving the Slytherin the floor.
"It all started the day Severus decided to teach me potions. We were working on one and we were halfway finished, so he decided to put a stasis charm on it. Oh, wow. That reminds me; I should remind him of the potion…" Draco murmured as he filed that away into his memory.
"Anyway, because we put a stasis spell on it, Severus decided to check up on Harry. It was Dumbledore's orders after all. And since he didn't want to leave me behind, he took me with him."
Everyone could feel the air in the room change slightly. It felt a little heavier.
"When we first arrived, we heard shouting from within. It was a loud and masculine bellow, followed by Harry's shouting and then a female screaming. So when we barged into the house, we saw Harry at the top of the stairs with that – that filthy mudblood of a relative." Draco hissed. Strands of lightning were appearing around his body as his temper began to rise.
The Gryffindors were about to protest about the use of the word mudblood with Hermione in the room, but she shook her head. She knew that Draco didn't mean it about her; his anger was directed towards Harry's uncle. A relative that took him in for a decade and a half – and to think that Harry had gone through such abuse since he was born was heartbreaking.
"If you were there, you'd understand what I'm feeling right now." Draco growled, as he wrapped Harry closer into his arms. "He hit Harry so hard, Harry's head collided with the wall behind him, and … his body… just toppled over. This large path of blood from the wall trailed behind him and disappeared as his head left the wall. His body just tumbled down the stairs. You could hear all the bones cracking." Draco murmured, locking his jaw in anger.
Harry could do nothing but hide his head in Draco's chest and grip onto the Slytherin's arms to comfort himself and the blond from the trauma he had witnessed. The group was in shock as they heard the news come forth from the blond's mouth.
"Even when Harry's body was on the bottom of the stairs, that fat lump continued to kick at him. Blood poured from Harry's head, it was horrifying." Draco swallowed the lump in his throat before continuing on with the story. "Even when Severus yelled, he continued kicking at Harry like he was a ragdoll. I didn't know what happened, but it was all just a blur to me. My instincts made me stun that bastard. I was going to give him a taste of his own actions, but Harry had to be seen to first."
Draco turned a soft gaze at the brunet in his arms before softly running his fingers through Harry's hair. "Then after administering the potions to Harry, Severus deemed him stable enough to move him and so we took him back to Sev's house to give him time to heal. And that's when Hermione came over. She told us Dumbledore had sent her, but other than that, she didn't know why she had come." Draco finished.
Eyes looked at Harry with sympathy, but the brunet poked his head out and told them he didn't need their pity, he was just glad Draco and Severus had come at the right time to save him or else he wouldn't even be here right now. The brunet and the blond shared a quick and chaste kiss before they hugged once more.
"Oh! I can't believe I've never thought of it!" Hermione cried out after a couple of minutes of silence.
"What? What is it?"
"I never had this idea until it came up. Wow, I can't believe how stupid I was. Draco, where's your pensieve?"
"It's in father's study. Why do you need it?"
"Well, if we want Harry to retrieve his memories quickly, what better way than to have some memories being played back to him? I can't believe I never thought of this."
"Accio Pensieve."
The small shallow basin bumped into Draco's closed bedroom door a couple of times before one of the twins opened the door. As Draco summoned it, Hermione quickly moved the books off the table to make way for it. It flew into the middle of the group and gently levitated itself down onto the coffee table.
"There. Now, all we have to do is put our memories, every single one of them into the pensieve, watch it over and hopefully, Harry will remember faster. Even psychologists say it's better to lead a person with amnesia around to familiar surroundings."
"A psy-what?"
"A psychologist. It's a muggle career for a person who studies the human brain." Hermione quickly explained as she extracted memories from her head. "Well, come on then. Don't you want Harry to remember quickly?"
Everyone whipped out their wands and contributed their own memories into the pensieve. Harry looked confused, seeing everyone point their wands towards their heads and pulling out silvery strands. He watched them place it into the stone basin and saw the basin circulate the silvery strands.
"Now, if I can just find a spell that allows us to see it here than sticking our heads into the basin." Hermione murmured as she ran through her memories of spell books.
"Don't worry, it's already done for you." Luna said, putting her wand down onto her lap. Everyone looked to see this giant translucent screen floating in the middle of Draco's room.
"Luna, that's brilliant! Could you move it to the wall so it's more clearer?"
"Certainly." The Ravenclaw replied, flicking her wand in intricate designs before the screen disappeared and reappeared on the wall above the fireplace. "I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of moving your portrait out of the way."
"No, it's alright. I was thinking of changing that picture anyway." Draco said, as he watched several memories flash by on screen.
"Just tap the pensieve with your wand to move through memories." Luna reminded them, as they got comfortable for a little slideshow.
Hermione tapped her wand onto the side of the pensieve and said, "We might as well start from our first meeting on the Hogwarts Express."
"I think you mean on Platform 9 ¾." Ron said, tapping his own wand on the pensieve. "I first met Harry there, though I didn't really know it was him." And soon, the memories played back onscreen.
"Excuse me! Excuse me. How… well… how do you – " A brunet boy with vibrant green eyes gestured awkwardly at the wall before him.
"How to get onto the platform?" The older redheaded woman finished for him. "It's Ron's first time too. All you have to do is to walk straight towards the wall. Best get a bit of a running start if you're nervous."
"Good luck." The girl replied by her mother's side.
The brunet looked up and down at the wall unsurely before starting to jog and soon he was running straight at the wall. Closing his eyes before he was sure he'd make an impact, he found that he had gone through to the other side. He was finally at Platform 9 ¾ where the red velvet Hogwarts Express would soon take him to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Hah! You were scared on the first day there?"
"Well… I suppose I was." Harry said, looking at the scene before him. "Magic doesn't really exist in the muggle world. If that woman had been lying to me, I would've gotten a concussion."
"Oh come off it Harry. You know mum's too nice to do that to anyone." Ron said, nudging the brunet.
"Yes, she does seem very nice doesn't she?" Harry said, smiling.
"Moving on!" Fred cried, as he tapped the basin once more.
"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one."
A girl with bushy brunet hair had opened the door and was standing there in her school uniform. She looked around the room and her eyes finally landed on Ron's wand.
"Oh, you're doing magic. Let's see it then."
Ron cleared his throat and swished his wand. "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow. Turn this stupid fat rat yellow."
A flash of light erupted from within the box the rat's head was currently occupying, but it had no effect.
"Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good is it? I've tried out some on my own, and they've all worked perfectly well for me."
The girl walked into the compartment, took a seat across from Harry and whipped out her wand, pointing it straight at his face. Harry could only cross his eyes to keep the wand in his view.
"Oculus Reparo." The red tape holding Harry's glasses together disappeared and the crack on his glasses was repaired once more.
"Wow, even back then you were a know-it-all." Theo laughed.
"Well, if I wasn't, how would the two of them survive without me?" Hermione asked, indicating the rest of the Golden Trio.
"I'm assuming but what she's saying that I've been horrid in school?"
"Nonsense! Just classes that include reading, writing several feet of parchment paper and the like." Draco said, waving away the Gryffindor's comment.
"Next!" George cried out, and the next memory played onscreen.
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"Ah! So it was the two of you that knocked out Crabbe and Goyle!" Draco cried out when he saw, on screen, his two Slytherin bodyguards unconscious after eating the little cupcakes that happened to be floating in the middle of the air in the hallway.
"We told you Draco. We had absolutely no idea what you were talking about when we entered the common room." Crabbe said, exasperatedly.
"And we finally have proof!" Goyle exclaimed.
"It was no wonder you two were acting weirdly down in the dungeons that day." Draco said, thinking back to that day. "And I can't believe you three suspected that I was the heir of Slytherin."
"Sorry Draco. We needed leads and quite frankly, you were the only lead we had during that time." Ron said, shrugging his shoulders.
"A Basilisk? Really Harry?" Blaise asked, surprised.
"Don't forget the Dementors." Fred added.
"Oh! And who could forget the Triwizard Tournament in fourth year." Ron said, looking a bit sheepish.
"Oh! What about the fight with the Dark Lord and the death eaters at the Ministry of Magic? Wasn't it wicked?" Crystal gushed.
All eyes turned to look at the Slytherin girl – they were not amused. They had been fighting for their lives and any one of them could have been killed. Especially since the death eaters were Voldemort's most favored. That and the fact that they had more experience in dueling than a group of teenagers who had Harry as a Defense Against the Dark Arts mentor. When worse comes to worse, none of them could have used an Unforgivable at their opponent.
"You've probably had the most adventures a kid could even want before he or she has even gotten their magical inheritance."
It took several hours to play through all the memories contributed by the members of the Slytherin / Gryffindor party. But other than that, Harry seemed to at least get a familiar sensation watching them. Draco on the other hand could only watch horrified when he found out all those events that Harry had experienced over the course of five years within Hogwarts.
"Wait until my father hears about this. Hogwarts is supposed to be a safe and protected school, yet the things the three of you get into isn't safe at all." Draco scowled.
"Ah, there it is." Blaise said.
"His famous 'Wait until my father hears about this' quote." Crystal said laughing.
"Shut up." Draco shot back, annoyed at being teased.
"Oh, you should tell us who this Padfoot person is." Crystal said.
"Right, you lot did mention something about that."
The Gryffindors looked at each other warily before Hermione cleared her throat.
"It is one thing to tell them something, but another to trust them. And I for one trust Draco. Therefore I trust the Slytherins. Now, who's with me?"
Harry instantaneously raised his hand in the air smiling; Neville followed after. And soon, all the Gryffindors had to oblige. If Neville, Hermione and even Harry trusted the Slytherins, then they believed they could too.
"Alright, Padfoot is Harry's Godfather. His real name is Sirius Black – "
"That murderer who got locked away and put into Azkaban? The same one that broke out during third year?" Pansy asked.
"Yes, the same one. Though, Sirius is innocent. He's never killed anyone. Peter Pettigrew framed Sirius. Peter was an animagus, who happened to be the same rat that Ron's been housing for twelve years; though, he didn't know about it until third year."
"Is there nothing that's boring with you Gryffindors?" Crabbe asked out of the blue.
"Course not mate. If life were boring, we wouldn't be Gryffindors now would we?" Fred laughed, leaning on his twin's shoulder.
"Anyway, when we said Padfoot's house, we really meant Grimmauld Place."
"The Black estate." Draco said, finally realizing where this all lead up to. "To think, we're closely related Harry."
"Wouldn't that mean we're not allowed to date because we are?" The boy asked confused.
"Well, we are directly related. Heck, we're not even blood related. Sirius was named as your Godfather when you were born. So it's all right."
"Well Harry. Do you remember anything?" Ginny asked.
All eyes turned to look at the brunet who still had his eyes on the screen before him. "Well… it doesn't look somewhat familiar. I have to say though, I've seen that old man before! Even before I've been admitted to Hogwarts! I swear I've seen him before." Harry said, frustrated that he couldn't get a name on the face.
"He's Professor Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore – the headmaster of Hogwarts."
"Supposedly named Wizarding World's most powerful wizard. How he got that title I will never understand. He can't even take care of the Dark Lord." Neville said, sighing.
The Slytherins narrowed their eyes as Neville. They may be acquaintances with the Gryffindors, they may even be all buddy-buddy with the Gryffindors, but they were still loyal to the Dark Lord – all except for Blaise that is, he is neutral.
"Oh yea, that reminds me. You should tell us all about what you remember from the Headmaster, Harry."
"Well, he came over several times when I was a child. I thought he was an acquaintance or at least a business partner of my uncle's. But, the thing was, my uncle would never be pleased to see him. He threatened him for entering and breaking, but Dumbledore would just smile at him. After all, they had this long talk. I didn't, well I couldn't hear what they were saying."
"He probably raised a privacy bubble." Theo said.
"Well, they were talking. And I was hiding just around the corner, but whenever I peeked in, that old man's eyes would always be looking at me. It was as if he knew I was curious about him. But when the talk was over, he disappeared after leaving the kitchen. And then just a couple of minutes after that, Vernon would - would… hit me."
"Did he ever seem out of sorts? With a dazed look in his eyes?"
"I can't be sure. I was trying to get away from the beatings and protect myself you know." Harry snapped at the brunette. "Sorry 'Mione." He murmured when the brunette raised an eyebrow at him.
"It's alright Harry. Is there anything else?"
"Oh yes. The old man always seemed to be carrying a suitcase whenever he came around when I got older. I never could see what he was giving to Vernon. The door always closed whenever they were in a room alone together."
"A bribe perhaps?" Fred pondered.
"Possibly. After all, he is a famous wizard. It would be easy to buy people off." George answered.
"Well, I think that's enough for today." Luna said, clapping her hands. "It's about time for dinner don't you think?"
Draco cast a tempus charm and saw that it was nearly eight in the evening.
"Even without a tempus charm, we could see the sun setting from the window Draco darling." Pansy said, shaking her head at the blond.
"Well, if you want to take the fun out of magic." Draco retorted, helping Harry get up to his feet. "Let's hurry down to the formal dining hall then."
"Formal dining hall?" Ron asked.
"Ooh…"
"Fancy now aren't we?"
"Fred, George, stop that. We're guests in this home. So we should do as they say."
"Tom will be joining us too I'm sure." Harry piped up, dusting his clothes to rid the wrinkles.
"Tom? As in the Dark Lord?" Ron asked, the blood draining from his face.
"Oh, what fun!" Fred exclaimed, George nodding his head in agreement.
"It's alright Ron. He's changed." Harry reassured his best friend before leading Draco out of the room.
"Best follow them then." Crabbe said, standing up and stretching.
"I, for one, think the food at Draco's home taste way better than it does anywhere else." Goyle said, walking out of the room.
"Since when did Harry become friends with the Dark Lord?" The Gryffindors heard the Slytherins whisper to each other as they watched the group walk out the room.
Shrugging their shoulders, the Gryffindors followed the Slytherin's lead out of Draco and Harry's private chambers and walked towards the formal dining hall.
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"Tom! There you are! You should've seen the Quidditch match! It was brilliant!" Harry gushed when he saw the Dark Lord at the head of the table. The Gryffindor ran up to the man and started talking excitedly, bringing an amused smile on the Dark Lord's face.
The Slytherins knelt down on one knee, bowing to their Dark Lord before they were waved away as permission to stand. The brunet was still talking to the Dark Lord, more like a one sided conversation, as the Gryffindors entered the room.
The Weasleys stood on stiffly at the entrance of the dining hall when they caught sight of the Dark Lord. Though they trusted Harry and knew he was true to his word, it was a whole other thing when they saw the actual person there in the flesh. Luna just skipped past them and took her seat besides the Dark Lord, earning a scowl from him and a smile from her.
Noticing the Weasleys' slow and stiff entrance, Hermione and Neville waved them over to sit down. All the Gryffindors took up one side of the table beside Luna while the Slytherins took up the other side by Draco. The blond, of course, saved an empty spot by his side for Harry – a seat that was on the Dark Lord's right side.
Lucius took up the opposite head of the dining table and Snape took up his left side. Hermione took up the seat to the right of Lucius, allowing her Gryffindor friends to sit between her and Luna, so no one had to feel awkward about sitting next to the most powerful dark wizard of all times and a well known death eater.
"Harry, Harry." Draco called out, waving to the enthusiastic brunet. "Why don't you sit down and continue to story? I'm sure the Dark Lord would appreciate dinner and entertainment at the same time."
Nodding his head, Harry took his seat and continued to speak rapidly, even as the food appeared on the table. The brunet was just like the Hogwarts Express in a sense that his talking just kept going on and on nonstop. That is, until Draco placed several dishes onto his plate.
"I don't want this." He frowned, pushing his plate away.
"Well, you have to eat it. It's good for you." Draco frowned, pulling Harry's plate back in front of him.
"I want something sweet." Harry declared, crossing his arms against his chest.
"After dinner then you'll have dessert." Draco compromised.
"I want Treacle Tart." Harry grumbled, pouting.
"Harry… You remember Treacle Tart?"
"Of course! Hogwarts was loaded with them during dessert. It's hard to notice when I've always had a plate full of them sitting right in front of me on the table." The brunet scowled.
"I think what Draco was trying to say is that you remembered something that happened after you entered Hogwarts." Hermione said, rephrasing Draco's question.
Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "Huh. I guess I did. Does that mean my memories are coming back?" He asked in happiness.
"That could be one thing. Or the fact that Treacle Tart really is something you must have right about now." Ron said, as he ate.
"Both. " Harry declared with such a serious look on his face that everyone at the table burst out laughing. The elders had a small smile on their face and covered up with chuckle with their hand.
"Well this is amusing to watch." The Dark Lord said, after the laughter had died down. The Weasleys tensed up, but not enough to keep themselves on guard. Though they knew that one move could have all the death eaters in the room with their face held to wand point.
"So, Mr. Dark Lord sir." Fred began.
"Please, call me Tom."
"What's with the glamour?" George asked.
The Slytherins kept their head down, eyes focused on their plate. Harry looked around confused. Glamour? What are they talking about?
He turned to look at the blond on his right. Draco? What are they talking about?
A glamour is something you use to hide your true identity – or your physical appearance anyway. You didn't really think that the Dark Lord was a young boy just out of his teenage years did you Harry? This is how the Dark Lord looked when he was just eighteen years old.
Harry peered at the Dark Lord from the corner of his eyes before building up his Gryffindor courage. Draco of course felt the magic rippling around Harry. Harry, don't do it! He telepathically hissed.
"Tom, remove you glamour." Harry ordered.
Tom raised his eyebrow with amusement. "Are you ordering me to or are you asking me to young Harry?"
"Both. A little bit of both. Though, I'm caught between saying it's more on the ordering side. I don't mean to be rude or demanding." Harry said, furrowing his eyebrows.
Tom barked out a laugh before nodding his head. "Very well. I like how bold and straightforward you are. I'll remove my glamour."
Harry watched as the air around Tom shimmered before the glamour slowly removed itself from bottom to top. Tom's white buttoned shirt turned into a black cloak and his smooth tanned skin slowly turned pale gray. Tom's nose had disappeared to reveal small narrow slits and his eyes turned from a warm chestnut brown to a dark onyx black color. His dark brown chestnut colored hair had slowly disappeared as well, leaving the man before Harry as bald as the day he was born.
"What do you think my boy? Scared?"
"Wow." Harry said, looking surprised. "I was not expecting that at all. Thank you for trusting me with this Tom." Harry said, grabbing Tom's hand and shaking it.
The move surprised the Dark Lord as well as the rest of the group. To think that Harry Potter was shaking hands with the man who had killed his parents. It was unthinkable!
Tom laughed again shaking his head. "It is unbelievable. To think that the Boy-Who-Lived would act in such a way. Dumbledore will be enraged to find out his little pawn will no longer be of service."
"Little pawn? Are you saying Harry was just being used?" Ginny asked. The redhead had worked up the nerve to speak to the Dark Lord. Her body gave a slight shiver when the wizard turned to look at her.
"Quite so Miss Weasley. I'd love to tell you all about it. But that would be Severus's job is it not? He is the double spy." Voldemort said, turning to look at Severus.
"Yes my Lord." The death eater replied, and he began to regale his audience with his lifetime's work under the Headmaster and the Dark Lord. Quite frankly, Severus was surprised at himself when he spoke freely and boldly about his duty under the Dark Lord. His Lord did not move a muscle when Severus talked about the ways death eaters were punished when they did not do or finish their duties properly. He assumed the Dark Lord wanted the teenagers to know what he was like, wanted to gain their trust.
After telling them about his life under the Dark Lord, he turned to tell them his life under the Headmaster. Snape told them everything he knew, down to the last nitty-gritty detail, down to the horrors, the blood laced work his duty entailed. Severus pondered on whether or not he should tell the green eyed boy about the day his parents had died for him, had died to protect him from Voldemort's curse. But, Severus decided against it. He would keep that to himself until the day he deemed that Harry was ready to hear the truth. Though, after he had finished the story, he looked at everyone's expression. He was not surprised to see the look of disgust shown on everyone's face. Even the Dark Lord himself managed to slightly grimace at every story he told. Finally when he was done speaking, he let the group slowly digest what he had retold.
The dinner had been left as it was – though with the amount of time Severus took to tell them his life work, dinner became cold, hungry appetites disappeared and soon everyone was shivering at the thought of a single man with his shoulders heavy with burden from both the light and dark sides of the war. Now they truly understood why Snape had chosen to follow no sides. The Dark Lord already knew; he already had some inkling of Snape's loyalty to him and the old coot. But now, he knew Snape wanted change – change that neither he nor the Headmaster was capable of producing. The change would have to come from the Chosen One himself.
"I must admit Harry. I did not know that you had the power to change someone so much." Voldemort said, eyeing his right hand man. Severus kept his head held high.
"I suppose I was never going to be able to take over the Wizarding World. Dumbledore is just too stubborn a fool to allow me free reign."
"You couldn't have even if you wanted to Tom." Luna said, giggling.
"Was that supposed to imply something Miss Lovegood?" Voldemort asked, eyeing the blond beside him.
"Oh, no no. I wouldn't dare imply something with no proof to back it up. I was just merely stating what I thought. After all, who ever listens to little old me and actually understands what I'm saying?" Luna's eyes gleamed such a wicked gleam that had Tom swallowing the lump that appeared in his throat.
"Anyway Harry, I think you should allow Tom to help you, and vise versa of course. Tom can help you recover your memories and you can help Tom with his take over of the Wizarding World." Luna said, thinking over the options she clearly had chosen for the two wizards.
"But Luna, how am I supposed to help Tom if I'm not that good a wizard compared to Dumbledore?"
"Oh Harry. You're much stronger than Dumbledore. Don't you see? That's why he dictated your life since you were born. Did you really think your parents would allow you to be cared for with those horrible relatives of yours? Your aunt possibly, but never your uncle."
"What? You mean to say that Dumbledore was the one who made me live with those people? Not the will of my parents?"
"Oh dear, I have spoken too much." Luna replied, covering her mouth. This conversation had led to quite a few confused looks, but everyone could tell that even without memories, Harry had become quite angered.
The brunet didn't know why, but he was really angry, very angry and very upset. He felt like he had been betrayed, and supposedly by a man that he looked up to as a parental figure. Clearly I was wrong. Harry snorted, sourly.
"Well Harry. Would you like to take Miss Lovegood's option? We could help each other and you can have your revenge."
"I don't want to do it without Draco. He's a part of me now."
"Way to go Harry! Just a couple of hours ago he was just a little crush too!" Fred cried, wolf-whistling at the blushing brunet.
"Well Mister Malfoy? Would you do us the honor of joining us for an Unbreakable Vow?"
Draco looked at the Dark Lord, Harry. For the Dark Lord to even suggest making an Unbreakable Vow with the three of them, it was too much to comprehend. But Draco understood that they meant business, and although Harry did not know what an Unbreakable Vow was, he was clearly ready to make it. Draco turned to look at Severus and finally to his father. His eyes were asking his father what he should do. But his father's eyes looked to him with encouragement, something Draco hadn't seen in years.
"I am behind you with any choices you make, my son." Lucius said.
Draco's eyes blurred with wetness. He gave his father a watery smile before blinking back the tears and he turned to look at Harry and the Dark Lord.
"I accept."
"Now wait a minute Harry. Do you even know what an Unbreakable Vow is?" Ginny interrupted.
"I'm guessing it's a vow that you cannot break?" Harry answered, wondering if there was any other way to answer that question.
The Slytherins shook their head whilst the Gryffindors looked at each other worriedly.
"Yes, of course. But do you know the consequence of breaking it; the cost?"
"No, what happens?"
"You die." Ron answered.
Harry allowed his brain to digest the new information during the silence that appeared in the room. He bet his friends and new friends (now the Slytherins) thought less of him. To think that he, someone who had amnesia, would even jump at the chance to make an Unbreakable Vow without even thinking of the consequences. Merlin was he stupid. But he knew he had to do this. Dumbledore had to be taken down. For he was the reason Harry had been living such a miserable life. And to think that he had trusted that blasted old man; he could've been living with his godfather for Merlin's sake!
The brunet took a deep breath and let it out. "I understand. I'm ready to make the Unbreakable Vow."
"We're with you Harry." Neville said, nodding his head at his fellow Gryffindor.
Everyone at the table smiled at his decision, not that they were joyful in learning his death would be the consequence, but that they were joyful in having the Chosen One and the Dark Lord joining forces to take down Dumbledore and his supposedly "light side". For the greater good, it's true. The trio would take down Dumbledore for the greater good.
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"Alright everyone. If you're going to watch, best step away as far as possible and kept your mouth shut. This is a very delicate procedure." Theo said.
"You said that like you're the one about to initiate the Unbreakable Vow." Pansy said deadpanned.
"Well, it is a delicate process!" Theo huffed.
"Silence. We're going to begin." Snape said, drawing his wand.
Harry, Draco and Voldemort stood in the center of the circle. The Slytherins, Gryffindors and Lucius encircled them, about to witness the scene. Just as Snape was about to put his wand on the Dark Lord's hand, Harry cried out.
"Oh!"
Snape froze with his wand in midair. "What is it now Harry?"
"Remind me later to go get my parents' wills read." He said, nodding his head.
"Is there anything else you want me to remind you of before we start?" The potion masters drawled, looking at the brunet.
Harry shook his head in reply. Nodding his head curtly, Snape motioned for the three individuals to place their hand on top of the other's wrist. As the three individuals followed the potion master's instructions, they grasped each other's wrist. Snape began to trace a line between the three linked hands.
"Do you Tom Marvolo Riddle promise to protect Draco and I from any harm?"
"I do."
"Do you Tom Marvolo Riddle promise to help Harry and I with our plans?"
"I do."
"Do you Harry James Potter and Draco Lucius Malfoy promise to protect me and help me, Tom Marvolo Riddle in succeeding in the take over of the Wizarding World?"
"We do."
"He looks so wicked doing that." Fred whispered to George; his twin nodded in agreement.
Hermione hissed at them, telling them to stop talking. "If you mess up even one little thing, it could harm Harry, Draco and Voldemort. Even worse, it might harm us."
"Oh look who's worried about the backlash hurting her crush."
"No. Hermione do you have a crush on the Dark Lord?" George teased.
Hermione quickly waved her hand in denial. "Of course not. Why would I have a crush on the Dark Lord?"
"Forgive us for overhearing, but if not the Dark Lord, then I assume it's the tall, dark and greasy haired man doing the bonding between the three of them?" Neville whispered, joining in on the conversation.
"Neville! Butt out! And I am not in love with Severus. I refuse to acknowledge your teasing!" Hermione whispered hotly.
"It's hard to refuse what the heart wants my dear." Luna said, smiling dazedly at the frustrated brunette.
On the other side of the circle, the Slytherins were having a slight conversation of their own.
"What are they doing there? Don't they know it's rude to talk during the process?" Pansy whispered, annoyed at the Gryffindor's behavior.
"Hey now Pans. You're doing some whispering of your own too." Crystal chided quietly.
"Well, I wouldn't be if they hadn't started it."
Huffing, Pansy ignored the Slytherin girl's snickering and turned her attention to the three individual standing in the middle of their little circle.
Blaise looked between the two houses – once full of hatred for one another, now joined together. Literally! Blaise shook his head amused. It was so like Draco to do something like this. Not to mention Harry as well. The Gryffindor always ran head first into a situation without thinking up of a plan.
As each vow was spoken and accepted, a thin stream of fire erupted from Snape's wand, encircling their clasped hands. The air was tense when the final vow was made and completed and soon the three individuals removed their hands from one another when Severus whispered that the Unbreakable Vow has been done.
"It was that easy?" Harry inquired.
"Sort of. But it is powerful magic Harry. It's possibly just as powerful as a binding magical contract created between several parties."
"A binding magical contract?"
"It's a magical contract that binds two or more parties together after it's been created by the parties themselves."
Nodding his head in understanding Hermione's explanation, Harry moved onto circling Voldemort. He eyed the Dark Lord from head to toe before stopping before him.
"Tom, you need a new make over." He announced, eyes set firmly on the Dark Lord's, daring him to object to his decision.
Voldemort looked at him amusedly. "And I suppose you want me to follow you to get a Mani Pedi as well."
The girls in the room gasped in shock. How did the Dark Lord even know about that?
Though he knew the Dark Lord was joking with him, Harry joined in anyway. "Now that I think about it, I think you should too." Harry said, pulling the Dark Lord's hands to his face. He flipped the hands over several times to look at the Dark Lord's nails.
Luna laughed gleefully at the developing connections between the two houses. Everything was definitely going according to plan. And she was very happy about it, very happy indeed.
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A/N: Hey there guys! This one came out just only a couple of days after I uploaded the last chapter! I'm happy to say that I was very inspired (?) when writing this story. I told myself I would just write at least 2,000 words a day, but on the first day I wrote over two thousand and on the next day I wrote even more. I just kept writing and writing! So, I hope you guys enjoyed reading it. Have a nice day!
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