Hjerte: This only happens to me
By Duo V.P.V.M.
Chapter 3
The description of his emotional state at the time could not be summed up as simple anger. No, it was definitely worse, he was Jealous, he was fuming and there was no doubt that he would dismember Roger Davies as soon as he saw him again. So much was his anger that he did not hear that someone was calling him.
He climbed the spiral staircase to the astronomy tower as fast as he could. It wasn't until a Tripping spell hit him, knocking him against the steps, that he realized he was being followed.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Weasley!" The dark-haired man yelled furiously.
"I've been yelling at you since the Great Hall and you didn't listen to me, so I thought I'd throw something at you, but I only had my ... wand," he explained, blushing when he heard how stupid it had sounded.
Seeing the boy's pained blush, Blaise took pity on him and his anger subsided somewhat.
"What were you calling me for?"
"I wanted to thank you. With all the hustle I couldn't do it before. Thanks for helping me with the Death Eaters."
" It Was nothing"
"For me, it was a lot. You could leave me there, alone, fighting for my life and no one would have said anything. One more Weasley or one less Weasley doesn't make much of a difference."
Blaise Zabini for the first time in a long time was shocked. He was used to the arrogance of the Slytherins, their thousand masks to avoid showing his weaknesses. That someone openly accepted the insignificance of their existence was something new. And disturbing.
"I couldn't leave you lying there," he replied coldly, seeing how his sapphire gaze darkened slightly.
For a second that was it. Ronald thanked him and that's it. He could go on with his life, without thinking about it anymore, but a part of him that sounded a lot like his mother asked the same question over and over again. That's all?
All that obsession with the read head ... and that was it?
No, he was a Slytherin. He was cunning and knew how to take advantage of opportunities. This was the best chance he had in a long time.
Encouraged by his thoughts, the brunette ran after the redhead.
"Weasley!" He yelled. The mentioned turned to face him at the foot of the stairs.
"Zabini? Something wrong?"
"I saved your life," Blaise snapped.
"I know, I thanked you for that. Don't you remember it? Did you hit your head or something? "Ron agreed, quite confused by the Slytherin's words.
"I'm fine, I remember everything clearly, I'm only clarifying one point," Blaise assured crossing his arms over his chest. "I saved your life, and as a pure-blood wizard that you are, you have a blood debt to me."
Very proud of himself, Blaise Zabini watched as the redhead's face changed color until it became as red as his hair.
"WHAT!?" Yelled the lion "You, damn snake! You're just looking for a way to take advantage of others."
"Exactly my dear weasel. It's called cunning, something lions don't seem to know. Now, redhead, I will tell you the rules that we will follow to pay your debt." The brunette smiled sideways "During the following months you will spend at least an hour with me. Whether in the gardens or in the library.
"Are you crazy? Pay a blood debt with my presence? Is it some way to humiliate me?"
At the boy's words, the brunette's smile widened.
"Clearly you know that it will not be everything, but in general yes, with that you will pay the blood debt."
"Well then, do you need anything else, your Highness, or can I go?"
"Just one more thing, Weasley," said Blaise, approaching Ron. "Stay away from Roger Davies. He may have come at the last minute to your aid, but it was I who chased the Death Eaters away first. I don't want you less than a meter from him."
And without further ado, Blaise Zabini returned to the dungeons pleased with himself.
-D & H-
In the infirmary, things were no less confusing and complicated.
Once they were able to enter, Lucius Malfoy took it upon himself to scold his son for recklessness, while Severus Snape held back from cursing him for discovering his loyalty to Bellatrix.
Remus Lupin was singing a song softly as he stroked Harry's hair that was lying on his legs, trying not to let Sirius' frantic movements, spinning like a caged lion, make him dizzy.
"Sirius stop spinning" Begged the youngest "I'm getting dizzy"
"I'm trying to figure out how to get you out of this mess. So leave me alone!" growled the man
"Don't talk to Harry like that! Nothing that happens is his fault, so control yourself Sirius" the wolf scolded him as he felt the minor shrink from the scream of his godfather.
"I speak to him as I want. And yes, if he is to blame, he could well have sent the blonde snake far away, but no! He had to accept his help "he said wryly "And now Malfoy believes that it is his property ! "he finished screaming even more exalted than at first.
The aforementioned only closed his eyes tightly trying not to show how much the screams of his godfather affected him.
An angry roar interrupted the ex-Gryffindor's speech, as a blob of silver moved with astonishing speed against Padfood.
"Listen well to what I am going to tell you Black because I will not repeat it," He said in an audible whisper "If you do not stop saying all that garbage that is hurting my Hjerte, I will cut your tongue into pieces and make you eat it like dog´s food"
The little blond went to the table where Harry and Remus were, who gave him his place so that this time it was the Slytherin who stroked the jet-black hair.
"I think Sirius, you should pay attention to young Malfoy," Said the wolf with a little smile when he saw the adorable image that his cub and the little snake projected.
"Lupin is right, be careful what you do Black, my son when he was little was already possessive of his belongings before receiving his inheritance. He has never liked others to mistreat what he considers his and at this moment, like it or not, Potter is his and he will not accept seeing the boy sad or dejected because of you." Explained the older blonde.
Sirius noticed for the first time since they had entered the infirmary, his pup. The boy looked like a kitten as Malfoy ran his fingers through his hair.
He knew he was being overprotective, but it was his pup, the only thing he had left of James and to suddenly find out that he practically already belonged to someone else was a real shock. He slowly approached where his godson was under the watchful eye of the blond Veela.
"Harry, I'm sorry, I just… I'm a bit stunned and I didn't want to yell at you, will you forgive me?" asked the last of the Blacks.
The green-eyed man opened his eyes, at the words of his godfather, smiling.
"Of course Paddy, you know I do"
"Thank you little one, I promise not to yell again," Sirius said, still feeling guilty for his outburst.
"Otherwise I'll make you pay," Draco interrupted, looking at him straight in the eye as if he wanted to make him disappear.
"Don't bother him Malfoy" the green-eyed chided him
"I believe, Potter, that I have every right to worry, and if Black or anyone else hurts you, I have every right to take revenge." The blond's haughty look prevented him from pleading anything. He was sure that no matter what he said, the other would not stop thinking he was right.
"It is better to inform Albus of this, we will need his help" Remus proposed, smiling conciliatory to those present.
Before anyone could even reply about what the Lycanthrope had said, the infirmary door opened giving way to a couple of orange and brown blots, followed by the old wizard who was Albus Dumbledore.
"I'm sorry for the interruption, but I came across this pair walking around outside the infirmary and it seemed to me that they would have a syncope if I didn't let them in," the director explained with a calm smile on his face.
The two indicated blobs were on top of the stretcher where Harry had been moments before, hugging him and checking that he was alright, not to mention that they had, in some way not understandable to the rest, thrown out of his place the arrogant Slytherin, who now had his aristocratic ass rested on the cold floor of the infirmary.
Holding back a smile thanks to his well-rehearsed mask of coldness, the eldest of the Malfoys spoke "I suppose that you are aware of all the minor details of the current situation, No headmaster?"
"You assume well my dear Lucius, but not for the reasons you think. I hoped I could do things in the right way, unfortunately seeing the current situation I will have to do without the normally agreed presentations" With a wave of his hand the door of the infirmary opened again and a man entered through it "Now that we are all here, it will be better to make sure that the walls do not listen "The old man joked, who with another gesture of his hand applied a silencing spell to the place.
Everyone present stared at the stranger, all but one blond boy who was elegantly shaking his pants while keeping his silver gaze on the golden trio.
"First of all, I would like to introduce you ..." The director stopped his explanation when he heard a growl. "Is there something, Young Malfoy, that you would like to say?"
"I really want to hear that interesting explanation that you will give us Headmaster" He let out with sarcasm bordering on rudeness "But it is impossible for me when Granger and Weasley are wrapped around my Hjerte" He said with a deadly serious voice, almost exposing a death sentence.
"Your what?" Hermione asked curiously, leaving aside, for a moment, the meticulous inspection of which the brunette's body was imprisoned.
"My Hjerte. The one that you are crushing Weasley- He said looking at the ceiling, feeling the killing instinct tempt him.
Ron looked below him but didn't see what the Slytherin meant. Instead, he realized that his best friend had a blue-violet hue due to the suffocation.
"HARRY!" He shouted "I'm sorry brother, I didn't notice" The redhead quickly got off his friend allowing him to regain both air and circulation " Hey Malfoy, I think you are confused, there is nothing of yours here. Your jertere or that thing is not here" Finished the youngest of the Weasleys turning around on himself looking for anything that was there with the appearance of being Malfoy´s.
"Weasley, Weasley. Poor and innocent weasel "He said with a strange smile" My Hjerte... It's Potter, you damn fool! "The blonde snapped. In two strides he was already in front of the green-eyed man and taking him by the waist lifted him to the other side of the bed where he hugged him.
"Malfoy stop fighting like a little boy, I'm not a toy for you to hug me like that" Harry intervened "And I would appreciate it if you let me go, I can stand perfectly alone" He finished, already a little annoyed.
The aforementioned kept his face impassive as if he had not been scolded and just carefully posed the brunette on the ground.
"Now director, please continue," Harry asked. He sat on the gurney behind him, settling next to the blonde so that the boy slipped his arm around his waist in a subtle way. He didn't move, he supposed it was something necessary considering the blonde's newfound nature, they would talk about it later.
"Thanks, Harry. As I was saying, I introduce you to the new DCAO teacher, Matteu Beurk" He said pointing to the man next to him.
"Aunt Margge's boyfriend," the green-eyed whispered.
"I would rather forget that unfortunate incident, I even thought of asking our kind director to obliviate me" The man smiled taking a step forward "I was supposed to get closer to your aunt so I could get to know you more easily, but it was a little more difficult and traumatic than I imagined" A chill ran through his body at the memory.
The brunette believed him. Just imagine falling in love with Aunt Margge ... Eww! Better not to think about it and remove the mental image. Devils! Too late, he will have nightmares.
"You said that you did it to meet me?" He frowned. "Why would you want to meet me?"
"Well, because we're family Harry," said the man showing his gleaming teeth.
"Family? But if all my family is dead or in Private Drive" Harry replied
"Not all. Let's say that a small part of your family remained distant …"
"Distant? Do you mean they knew they were my family and didn't say anything?" The boy asked surprised, "I spent ten years of my life in a cupboard, thinking that my only family didn't love me, that I was alone. Distant? Is it some kind of joke?" Rage filled him to such a degree that some tears escaped from his eyes.
Matteu approached slowly, getting to his level, and wiped his cheeks "We didn't know you were from our family until a couple of months ago. My mother was kicked out of the Black family for being Squib. With what little she had she managed to leave the islands for Italy, where she met my father Antuan Beurk, a wizard. They kept Mom's identity a secret for reasons I don't understand. A couple of months ago my mother was seriously ill, we all believed that she wouldn't make it, so she decided to reveal her secret to us. After that, I did some research and it turned out that she had more family… Much more. My mother had brothers Pollux, Cassiopea, and Dorea. The latter was your grandmother, so technically I'm your second uncle.
The youngest looked at him surprised.
Wait a second, he said he had brothers, that meant he had more family!
"Do you have more siblings?" Harry whispered, making the brunette smile.
"Yes, two brothers and two sisters, I'm the one in the middle. Austin, the youngest wanted to come with me but her husband is 5 months along and does not give him time to rest between one craving and another" Matteu commented with laughter "My sisters on the contrary asked me to inform you, whether or not you want to, you are spending Christmas with us, either in Italy or here.
Harry's face lit up at the prospect, of family Christmas. With the Dursleys, Christmas was about making dinner and hiding in the cupboard waiting for them to go to sleep to steal some food. The Weasleys were great, but it always felt out of place. And with the war looming, the times that Sirius and Remus could be with him were few. Family Christmas sounded amazing.
"I will go only if Sirius and Remus can come," He said calmer
"Of course they can come, anyway Mom wants to meet the last Black."
"Didn't you say that your mother had died?" The Lycan asked, confused.
"Oh! No. Mom got seriously sick, but it turned out that when I told her that I had found Dorea's grandson she was ... she miraculously recovered herself. She is currently destroying what little sanity my father has left, while he decorates the room you will occupy. I must say that this is the fifth time that he has changed the tapestry on the walls" He said with a grimace conveying part of his regret.
He must have been the one who helped change it, the brunette thought with an internal chuckle.
"Well, I already warned you to put a double bed in that room, because where Potter goes I go," Draco intervened. Harry blushed to his ears at the comment but only managed to slap him on the arm to make him shut up.
Matteu watched them with amusement. Those two were really made for each other, he thought. Now the only thing missing was for the teenagers to realize it, and it had better be soon because if not, he didn't know how they would survive when the whole family arrived; Our family.