Chapter 19

The Bond and the Amulet

The night had finally come and Hessa prepared herself the best way she knew how. Since no one had an ample amount of money except Harry, her ceremony was modest but she didn't mind. Harry did want to buy her a very expensive nightgown but she wouldn't let him, he needed the money for school and some day he would become a great wizard and he could spoil her then if he wanted. He laughed at her for saying that, but Hessa always felt that he was too modest, but considering how his Aunt and Uncle treated him, she was not surprised.

Harry had taken the potion…

She could feel it…

She could feel him there…

It had worked.

Hessa sat nervously on the bed, it felt brand new like it had never been done before. She would have a new master now, a new home, a new life. The door opened and she heard him step in.

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Harry felt the potion, this warm sensation that went through his entire body…then finally he could feel Hessa near. He was more than eager to get to their bedroom, it would be THEIR bedroom. There were all these future plans going on in his head, renovating of the house, new furniture, maybe he could get this done before he went to the academy to become an Auror? Hessa had to be made comfortable…especially if she was to carry his children, but he couldn't decide if he wanted them early or not?

He felt suddenly like a man, he had someone to look after and take care of, someone to provide for. He deserved this…she deserved this, but his only regret was that of her…well, virginity. Harry hated the fact of Draco Malfoy even having the chance of doing that, but it wasn't anyone's fault except his own. He was the one foolish enough to let her go despite his real feelings and just bouncing from girl to girl to fill that void. A mistake he didn't intend on making again. Harry felt he had made many mistakes, especially in the case of Sirius…had he checked the mirror his Godfather had given him, he would have known that Sirius was all right and he wouldn't have needed to go to the Ministry and his Godfather would have been alive. Alive to see Hessa, alive to see his wedding, alive to see Harry's first child…

But now wasn't the time for that…now was the time to celebrate, and celebrate he would. His friend Ron almost looked envious of him. "What's that look for?" Harry questioned almost defensively.

"It's just…you know…you've been the first to…you know?" Ron watched as Harry smelled his breath, tried to manage his hair, check his teeth which he brushed three times already and tried to find something nice to wear, not that he'd be wearing it long.

"Cologne," Harry mumbled to himself, then looked at Ron. "You can say it…I've been the first to have sex."

"Yeah, and now you get YET another girl," Ron froze when Harry looked at him coldly.

"Hessa just isn't ANOTHER girl, she's many things to me so I'd appreciate it if you'd take it back please…"

"All right, All right, blimey. I was just sayin'…"

"And I wouldn't worry about it, Hermione will come around when she's ready…you two have come close, right?"

"Yeah, but it's just frustrating."

"I know, but it'll happen. Well…how do I look?" Harry smiled cheekily.

"Good, mate…really good," Ron was sincere though once again annoyed by his friend's constant good luck.

Harry nodded and was out the door and headed up to where Hessa was waiting, he could feel how nervous she was. Even though it wasn't her first time or his, it was their first time together, all this time of resisting each other was over. The house seemed unusually quiet, but that was because everyone was gone and Ron had just left. They knew they needed to be alone and he was glad they were so understanding.

Opening the door he noticed that the room had been done elegantly, no doubt Hermione's doing and candle's were lit. Hessa's back was to him and sitting on the bed, but she was wearing something very revealing of her back and when she turned her head, they locked eyes and she stood up. The front of the nightgown was very nice as well, he hardly noticed she spoke when she said, "Mrs. Weasley…of all people found this for me and fixed it…I…I like it, it's similar to what I would actually be wearing.

They couldn't take their eyes off of each other and Harry couldn't stop himself and there was no restraint or resistance. He took her without warning. Hessa was surprised at the differences, with Draco, he was cruel in most of his life but kind during sex and with Harry, he was kind in life but could be rough and dark during their mating. It was a Paradox, but one she was willing to live with.

The bond had taken place and it was early morning before Harry was satisfied, he was 'making up for lost time' he said. He held Hessa from behind and continued to kiss her neck and back as she rested, she gave into him completely and let him do what was natural for him. During the bond he made it clear that he loved her, but the bedroom was the only place where he expected her to be totally submissive to him. Glancing down he saw the bruises he had made on her wrists…he would put salve on them later, along with the bruises on her inner thighs.

"Kreacher," Harry said firmly but softly.

"Yes, Master?" A small pop was heard.

"Make us a large breakfast please?"

"Of course, Master, what does Mistress like most?"

"And how do you know she's going to be your new Mistress?" Harry smiled and put his arm around Hessa's neck, pulling her chin up so he could kiss more of her neck…she made a small noise but didn't move much.

"Kreacher can tell…"

"Waffles…," he smiled and nodded.

"Yes, Master," Kreacher left…so his master was a bit dark after all.

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Everyone was at dinner, it felt a bit awkward because they knew what had happened but it was necessary. Remus chose to ignore it and move on while Hermione seemed to sigh at the too, Harry and Hessa seemed to have their own language.

Harry looked down and rubbed her wrists, Hessa smiled…the salved worked fine and they didn't hurt. Sometimes, Harry despised that part about himself but it was something he'd come to except…yet he didn't want it that way ALL the time, there were times last night they made love gently, pleasuring each other. His thoughts stopped when Hessa put her hand on his knee, as if to let him know that it was okay, then they put their foreheads together gently and smiled. The amount of love that came between the two seemed to radiate and it made Mrs. Weasley smile.

"All right, on another order of business," Remus hated to interrupt the sweet interlude but it had to be done. "We have to find a way to stop Draco."

Hessa tensed and looked down, she knew what was coming next…as did Harry…and it was pissing him off. "Professor Lupin, do we have to discuss this now?"

"I'm sorry, Harry, but Voldemort's forces have grown stronger and we don't have time, I wish we did, but he's already found two of our spies."

The dinner table was quiet. "It's all right," Hessa said quietly. "What do you need from me?"

"Anything you can give us, do you know the formula that Voldemort used to change Draco? Did you overhear anything?"

"I know they used my blood to finalize the potion, but Draco kept me away from any meetings and the other Death Eater's except for that one time when his father insist I go with."

"Well, the only thing I can think of is that if your blood brought him to what he is today, then your blood can reverse it…but we'd need a sample of his and I don't think he's be willing to just give us a sample," Remus rubbed his head slightly.

Hessa looked down and then shot her head up as if she just thought of something, "hold on…I'll be right back!" Harry looked confused when she just shot out of her chair, after a few minutes she came down with something in her hand, it looked like a gold locket of sorts but it had a glass middle filled with a red liquid.

Ron's eyes widened with delight, "a blood amulet…? But that's brilliant!"

Harry looked at it, "what is a blood amulet?" He was disgusted with anything that had to do with Draco Malfoy.

Remus took the amulet carefully and looked at it, "well…it's given as a keepsake, a sign of love, Harry." Harry wasn't like this already. "Normally, wizards will not give their blood or hair, anything genetically tied to them in case it can be used in a spell. By giving someone a blood amulet with a sample of your blood, you are showing them how much you care, love, and trust them…"

Hermione bit her lower lip, eyeing Harry who was clearly starting to lose his temper.

"Will this get rid of him?" he said coldly.

"HARRY!" Hermione snapped.

"We were hoping to subdue him, but thinking about it…Hessa could still be in danger, if we have to kill him, we will."

"Kill him then."

"Harry…"

"I don't want him near her!" he snapped. "She can't protect himself against him, what more do you want!"

Ron looked at him confused, "what do you mean mate, I thought she was bonded to you now?"

"It doesn't manner, ANY wizard she could be bonded to…she can't protect herself against, she could with me because…," Harry closed his eyes tightly. "You know why."

"It's all right Harry, we'll do what's best…but we do need your blood, Hessa. Are you all right with needles?" She nodded, and then looked at Harry as if seeking approval, he also nodded.

"Okay," Remus breathed out.

Harry left annoyed and went upstairs, if anything to get away from that blasted amulet. Everyone looked at Hessa, who shook her head, "Draco was like that too, when Harry was ever mentioned he would fly off the handle."

"Well, I guess we'll never have to worry about them being best buds," George shot out.

Author's Notes: Trust me, it's not as easy as you think it's going to be. BWAHAHA!