Hello again, I've been working really hard on this and I just finished going over it for errors. I do have a question I'd like to ask all of you. I'm going to be introducing George's significant other in a few chapters and I was wondering if anyone would like to be his significant. Let me know, and I'll take you into consideration. ACK!...thank you all for pointing out my idiocy, I honestly hadn't realized that I was misspelling the word. I guess that's what you get when you type in the middle of the night with almost no sleep. Thanks again, though I still can't believe I didn't catch it when I re-read this chapter.

Warnings: Langauge and more mention of sexual assult

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Chapter 16: Vinculum Animus

Draco nearly ran face first into Pansy when he turned around after shutting the door to the bedroom. Pansy looked at him, sorrow evident in her eyes. It was obvious that she knew what happened, then again, who wouldn't; Draco had carried Harry in with nothing but the cloak Draco had wrapped around him.

"Draco?" Pansy questioned, she could see the anger, hurt, betrayal, and self-hate in his eyes.

"Pansy, you were right." Draco answered, his voice sounded dead.

"What happened?" Pansy asked, she had an idea but it didn't mean that that was what she wanted to hear.

"What the hell do you think happened? I thought it would have been obvious," Draco replied in the same dead voice. He plopped down into the chair closest to the door and stared at the fire. Pansy looked over at the fire place and noticed that the flames were starting to turn back to their usual color. She sighed heavily and picked up the black leather bound book she had been searching through when she told Draco to find Harry.

She flipped through the pages until she found the page she was looking for. Reading over the passage once more, she then took the book over to Draco.

"Here, read this. It'll help you understand." Pansy said as she handed the heavy tome to him. Draco took it and stared blankly at the page for a few moments before his eyes took in the picture alongside the passage.

Draco read the passage, eyes darting back and forth between the text and the picture of a dragon statue holding a torch with flickering flames.

The Vinculum Animus Statue, or Bonded Souls Statue, is very rare. Created by an unknown wizard in the time of Merlin, they are usually found within pure-blood families. Passed down to the next heir, their purpose was to show the owner when they met the person (muggle, squib, wizard, or witch) whose soul they're bonded to.

Draco's eyes snapped up to look at the door to the room Harry was in. He remembered how the statue had looked familiar to him and he suddenly remembered why. It had been in his parents' bedroom, but the flames had been the normal orange-yellow flames. Shaking himself from his memories, he turned back to the passage.

In most cases, when said person is met, the fire the statue holds changes to match the color of that person's eyes for a few hours. After which the flames change to include the owner's eye color along with their Bonded.

After that, the colors of the flames remain until the Statue is passed down to the next heir. Though, there are certain things that can cause the color of the flames to change. Like, for instance, when one of the two are in some sort of trouble. It could be life threatening, or injury causing. The color of the flames would change to match the person's eyes, letting their Bonded know that they are in danger. Another instance would be the death of a Bonded. The flames would change colors to, again, match the deceased's eye color but the flames would also take on black.

Normally, after a person's Bonded dies they soon follow. Unable to live without their Bonded, they usually kill themselves or die mysteriously. No one has been able to pinpoint the cause of death if the other Bonded chooses to try and live without their Bonded.

"Pansy?" Draco questioned softly. Pansy looked up at his voice, shocked at how broken it sounded. The sorrow and self-loathing in his eyes had doubled. Pansy wanted to cry for him. It broke her heart to see the sorrow and self-loathing in his eyes.

"Draco," was all she could say. She jumped up as soon as she saw the tears. Walking over to him, she quickly enveloped him in a tight hug. He stayed limp in her arms.

"Pansy, it's my fault." Draco whispered brokenly when she let him go.

"Draco?" Pansy said in confusion.

"Pansy, it's my fault. Harry, he was raped!" Draco said hysterically. He was slowly losing control. "He was ra-rap-raped! Fucking M-M-Marc-Marcus r-ra-rap-rapped h-h-him!"

He began sobbing then. Miserable sobs that broke Pansy's heart again. She hugged him again, rubbing his back to try and calm him.

"Shh, Draco, it's not your fault." Pansy whispered soothingly. Draco shook his head violently, choking back his sobs.

"Yes it is! If I hadn't started dating the fucking bastard, he never would've met Harry again! He wouldn't have had the chance to do that to him!"

"Oh Draco! It's not your fault, it could've happened even if you hadn't brought that bastard home!" Pansy whispered fiercely, trying to make Draco see reason. Draco didn't say anything after that. Pansy let him go when he stopped crying and walked over to the fire place.

"What're you doing?" Draco asked when he saw Pansy pick up the container of floo powder.

"I'm calling Charlie," she replied softly. She knew that Draco wouldn't want the other man here, but she needed to. Harry needed to talk, Draco was in no condition to listen, and Pansy knew Harry trusted Charlie with his life.

"Why?" Draco whispered back, jealousy flashing in his silver eyes.

"Because, first off they're currently dating. Second, Harry's going to need to talk and you're not in any shape to listen. Especially to what he needs to talk about. Third, you and I both know that Harry trusts Charlie completely. Besides, I know for a fact that the only reason Harry and Charlie got together was for that reason. Harry really doesn't have any feelings for Charlie." Pansy reasoned while she threw the floo powder into the fire. Draco only glared at the floor, silently agreeing with what Pansy said.

A few minutes later, Charlie stepped out of the fire with worry etched into his face.

"Draco, what happened?" He asked, seeing Draco sitting on the chair, trembling slightly.

"Flint, that's what happened." Draco whispered harshly. Charlie was taken aback at that. Last he knew, Marcus Flint and Draco had been dating. Charlie remembered the look of devastation on Harry's face when Harry told him this.

"What?"

"Charlie, Flint met up with Harry while he was coming out of Gringots. I can only assume that he told Harry that he needed to speak with Draco or something to that effect. Apparently, he led Harry down a 'short cut' and raped him." Pansy whispered to Charlie, putting a comforting hand on his arm.

Charlie looked at Draco and he could see the sorrow, and self-loathing in his eyes.

"Can I see him?" He asked. Draco stood up.

"Yes, but he's sleeping right now. Follow me," Draco said sadly walking over to the door to the bedroom. Charlie followed, pausing to pick up the book that Draco had dropped. As he walked over to the door, he looked at the picture on the page that the book was on. He looked up at the Dragon statue that held the torch. He looked at the emerald and silver flames. He knew what it meant with out reading the passage.

He stayed back a little when he and Draco entered the room. Draco went to the end of the bed and stared down at Harry who was currently sleeping. Charlie could see the love that was mixed in with the other emotions present in Draco's eyes. Charlie smiled to himself, glad that he and Pansy had been right. He set the book down on the bed he knew Draco slept on, open to the passage with the picture of the dragon statue. He then walked over and sat in the chair next to the bed.

He looked up at Draco sadly, questioning with his eyes. Draco only shook his head.

"He's going to need you." Draco said sadly, looking down at Harry once more. Charlie shook his head slightly and sighed.

"That may be so, but he's going to need you more."

Draco looked up at him, sorrow pouring from his eyes. He sighed sadly and turned to leave. When Charlie called him back, he told him that he should be the one Harry talks to. He was in no position or condition to talk to Harry at the current time. Charlie understood what he meant.

Damn you Flint! You had better hope that I don't get my hands on you. Charlie thought to himself as he watched Harry's chest rise and fall.

As soon as Draco stepped out of the room, leaving Charlie and Harry alone, Pansy accosted him.

"So, what are you going to do now?"

Draco looked at her, confusion in his eyes. It took him a moment before he realized what she meant.

"I…I'm not sure, to be perfectly honest with you. I…ack!…I don't know" Draco said softly, sitting in the arm chair. Pansy sat on the coffee table in front of him and placed a comforting hand on his arm.

"Draco…He deserves to know." Pansy said softly. Draco nodded in agreement.

"I know, but I don't know HOW to tell him…I mean, he doesn't…love me the way I love him." Draco spoke through his hands that conveniently covered his reddening face when he said that he loved Harry. Pansy let a small smile grace her face before it became somber once more.

"Drake…You don't know that Harry doesn't return your feelings. You've never told him how you feel." Pansy told him logically, hoping that he'd get the hint.

"I…I know that, but Pans, it's too late now. He's with Charlie, and they might possibly be engaged." Draco whispered, this last statement ripping at his heart.

"I know this Drake, but if you don't tell him now….It WILL DEFINITELY be too late…"

"I know Pansy, I know." Draco said solemnly as he stared at the door to the bedroom.

Author's note: Thanks for reading and I hope you like it...Again, let me know if you'd like to be George's significant other in this...please review!!