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Moody stands at the threshold of the Bones estate, his magical eye scanning the aftermath of the attack with a critical intensity. The night is quiet now, the earlier chaos replaced by an uneasy stillness. The bodies of the fallen Death Eaters lie scattered across the grounds, grim evidence of the brutal efficiency with which Harry and Drakor had dealt with them.

"Amelia," Moody says, his voice gravelly but firm, "we need to handle this delicately. The Ministry can't know the full extent of what happened here."

Amelia Bones nods, her face set with determination. "Agreed. We can't afford that kind of scrutiny right now."

Moody gets to work, his wand moving with a practiced precision. He mutters incantations under his breath, casting spells to alter the scene. The signs of Drakor's involvement are meticulously erased, replaced with evidence of a more conventional magical battle. Blood and gore are cleaned up, the decapitated bodies reconfigured to look like they fell to standard defensive spells.

Meanwhile, inside the estate, Amelia, Remus, and Sirius gather in the sitting room, watching as Susan and Mipsy fuss over Harry and Drakor. The two of them, still in high spirits from their victory, are indulging in an array of chocolate treats. Drakor's behavior, now childlike and innocent, contrasts sharply with the savage display from earlier.

Remus shakes his head, a bemused smile on his face. "Moody's right. We can't let this get out. The last thing we need is the Ministry breathing down our necks."

Sirius, leaning against the wall, chuckles darkly. "Can you imagine the headlines? 'Boy Who Lived Teams Up with Dragon to Devour Death Eaters.' We'd be the talk of the wizarding world for all the wrong reasons."

Amelia, despite the gravity of the situation, can't help but smile. "Better that Drakor is hooked on chocolate than brains," she says wryly. "We can't let this become a habit."

Sirius grins, nodding in agreement. "As I said before, as long as it's Death Eater brains, I don't mind too much. Though I must admit, I'd rather he sticks to sweets."

Remus adds, his eyes twinkling with humor, "Not to mention, Death Eater brains are probably not very nutritious."

Their laughter is a brief but welcome respite from the grim reality of their situation. Outside, Moody finishes his work, stepping back to inspect the now sanitized scene. The grounds look as though they were the site of a fierce but standard wizard duel.

He steps back inside, wiping his brow. "It's done," he announces. "No one will be able to tell what really happened here tonight."

Amelia nods, gratitude evident in her eyes. "Thank you, Alastor. We owe you."

Moody grunts, waving off the thanks. "Just doing my job. Now, let's make sure this stays between us. We can't afford any leaks."

As the group settles into a semblance of normalcy, the weight of the night's events hangs heavy in the air. Despite the horror and violence, they know they've taken a crucial step in their fight against Voldemort. And amidst it all, the sight of Harry and Drakor sharing a mountain of chocolate provides a strange but comforting reminder of the innocence they're fighting to protect.

—-

The morning sunlight streamed through the windows of the Bones estate, casting a warm glow over the room where Harry lay. As he stirred, he felt an unfamiliar surge of energy coursing through him. He sat up, stretching, and was surprised by how strong he felt. There was a sense of vitality and power that hadn't been there before.

Harry glanced around the room, noticing that Drakor was still resting, his form slightly shimmering as he lay coiled at the foot of the bed. The events of the previous night came rushing back, and Harry couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and concern. The power he and Drakor had unleashed was terrifying but undeniably effective.

As he got out of bed, Harry realized that he felt no lingering aches or fatigue from the battle. In fact, he felt invigorated, as if the confrontation had somehow strengthened him. He quietly made his way downstairs, where the rest of the household was already gathered.

Sirius was the first to notice him. "Morning, Harry," he greeted with a grin. "You look like you slept well."

Harry nodded, a slight smile on his face. "Yeah, I feel... different. Stronger."

Amelia looked up from her seat at the table, her expression thoughtful. "It's possible that the bond with Drakor is enhancing your physical capabilities," she suggested. "Symbiotic relationships can sometimes have unexpected benefits."

Remus, who was pouring himself a cup of tea, nodded in agreement. "That makes sense. You've always been strong, Harry, but with Drakor, it seems like your strength has been amplified."

Harry took a seat at the table, where a generous breakfast spread awaited. He began to eat with gusto, his appetite matching his newfound energy. Susan and Mipsy joined them, both looking relieved and happy to see Harry in such good spirits.

Susan smiled warmly at Harry. "I'm glad you're feeling better. Last night was... intense."

Harry nodded, his expression turning serious for a moment. "Yeah, it was. But we did what we had to do."

Sirius leaned back in his chair, his usual playful demeanor tempered by a hint of pride. "You handled yourself well, Harry. We're all proud of you."

Harry looked around the table at his friends and family, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. Despite the challenges they faced, he knew he wasn't alone. Together, they were stronger.

As they continued to eat and chat, the events of the previous night began to feel like a distant memory, replaced by the warmth and camaraderie of the present. And while the battle against Voldemort and his followers was far from over, Harry felt ready to face whatever came next, knowing that he had the strength of his loved ones—and Drakor—by his side.

—-

After breakfast, Sirius stood up, brushing crumbs off his robes. "Right," he said, stretching. "Time to find Bill Weasley."

Amelia looked up from her tea. "Good luck, Sirius. Bill's expertise could be crucial for us."

Sirius nodded, a determined look on his face. "I'll be back soon. Hopefully with some good news." He gave Harry a reassuring smile before stepping out of the house.

The bustling streets of Diagon Alley were a stark contrast to the serene atmosphere of the Bones estate. Sirius moved quickly through the crowd, his destination set on the Gringotts Wizarding Bank. He knew Bill often worked odd hours due to the nature of curse-breaking, but he hoped to catch him today.

As he approached the towering white building of Gringotts, Sirius felt a mix of anticipation and urgency. The stakes were high, and they needed Bill's expertise to navigate the dark and complex curses that guarded Voldemort's Horcruxes.

Inside Gringotts, the air was cool and filled with the sound of murmured conversations and clinking gold. Sirius approached the front desk, where a sharp-eyed goblin eyed him with mild curiosity.

"Good morning," Sirius began. "I'm looking for Bill Weasley. Is he available?"

The goblin checked a ledger, then nodded. "Mr. Weasley is in the curse-breaking department. I'll have someone fetch him. Please wait here."

Sirius thanked the goblin and waited, scanning the bustling interior of the bank. After a few minutes, a tall, red-haired wizard appeared, his expression one of pleasant surprise.

"Excuse me," Sirius said as he approached. "Are you Bill Weasley?"

The red-haired man looked at Sirius with a friendly smile. "Yes, that's me. What can I do for you?"

Sirius extended his hand. "I'm Sirius Black. I'm Harry Potter's godfather. I met your parents and younger siblings at Harry's party a few days back."

Recognition dawned on Bill's face. "Ah, yes! Fred and George mentioned you. How can I help you, Sirius?"

Sirius's expression turned serious. "I need your help with something urgent. It involves some very dangerous dark magic."

Bill's demeanor shifted, his brows furrowing with concern. "Alright, let's find somewhere private to talk." He led Sirius to a small, secure room in the back of the bank.

Once they were seated, Sirius explained the situation. "We know the locations of two of Voldemort's Horcruxes, a Locket and a Ring. But Voldemort has warded them with powerful curses. We need your expertise to break through them."

Bill listened intently, his face growing more somber as Sirius spoke. "You're dealing with Horcruxes," he repeated, his voice low, a shudder passing through him at the mention of Voldemort's name. "That's incredibly dangerous, Sirius."

His voice dropped to a hushed tone as if the very mention of the Dark Lord invoked a sense of dread within him.

Sirius nodded. "We know. But we have to destroy them before Voldemort regains his full strength. Can you help us?"

Bill leaned back in his chair, thinking for a moment. "I'll help. But we need to be extremely careful. These curses are designed to protect something incredibly important to You-know-who, and they will be lethal."

"Thank you, Bill," Sirius said, relief evident in his voice. "We can't do this without you."

Bill stood, a determined look in his eyes. "Let's get started then. The sooner we deal with these Horcruxes, the better."

As they left Gringotts together, Sirius felt a renewed sense of hope. With Bill's expertise on their side, they had a fighting chance against the dark magic protecting the Horcruxes. The road ahead would be dangerous, but they were ready to face it, united in their mission to bring down Voldemort once and for all.

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Amelia arrives at the Ministry to help Moody write the 'Official' report for the attack at the Bones Family Property. She finds Moody in his office, deep in thought, as he paces back and forth, a grim expression on his face.

"Amelia," Moody greets her, nodding in acknowledgment. "Glad you could make it. We need to get this report done quickly and carefully."

Amelia nods, her expression serious. "Agreed. We can't afford any missteps with this."

Together, they begin to draft the report, carefully choosing their words to paint a picture that veers far from the reality of the night's events. They emphasize standard defensive spells and downplay the involvement of Harry and Drakor, focusing instead on the actions of the Death Eaters.

As they work, Moody's magical eye constantly scans the room, ensuring their privacy. Amelia's quill moves swiftly across the parchment, her years of experience in the Ministry evident in her precise wording.

Once the report is completed, they review it one final time, making sure it aligns with their agreed-upon narrative. With a nod of satisfaction, Moody seals the document and hands it to an owl for delivery to the appropriate department.

"That should do it," Moody says, his voice gruff but satisfied. "Now, we just have to hope it holds up under scrutiny."

Amelia nods, her expression determined. "We did what we had to do. Let's hope it's enough."

As they part ways, Amelia can't shake the feeling of unease that lingers in the air. The events of the previous night weigh heavily on her mind, but she knows that in the dangerous game they're playing, sometimes the truth must be sacrificed.

—-

Sirius and Bill arrived at the Gaunt shack, the air thick with the remnants of dark magic. The dilapidated structure stood in stark contrast to the vibrant surroundings of the countryside, an eerie testament to its sinister history. Weeds and overgrown foliage choked the yard, and the house itself seemed to sag under the weight of years of neglect.

"This place gives me the creeps," Bill muttered, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily. "I can feel the dark magic from here."

Sirius nodded, his expression grim. "It's not going to be easy. Voldemort wouldn't have left his Horcruxes unprotected."

They approached the shack cautiously, wands at the ready. The air seemed to hum with a malevolent energy, and a sense of foreboding settled over them. As they reached the door, Bill paused, holding up a hand to stop Sirius.

"Wait," Bill said, his voice barely above a whisper. "There are wards here, powerful ones. We need to dismantle them carefully, or they could trigger something we might not be able to handle."

Sirius watched as Bill began to work, his wand moving in intricate patterns as he muttered incantations under his breath. The air around them crackled with energy as Bill unraveled the layers of curses and protections.

"It's layered with traps," Bill explained, sweat beading on his forehead. "Voldemort was thorough. But I think... there, that should do it."

With a final flick of his wand, Bill stepped back. "The wards are down. We can go inside, but stay alert."

Sirius nodded, pushing the door open cautiously. The interior of the shack was as decrepit as the exterior, with broken furniture and grime-covered windows. The atmosphere was oppressive, filled with the echoes of the dark deeds that had taken place here.

"There," Bill said, pointing to a hidden compartment in the floor. "The Ring should be in there."

Sirius approached the spot, his wand raised. "I'll open it. Be ready."

Bill nodded, his wand at the ready as Sirius carefully lifted the floorboard. Beneath it, nestled in a small cavity, lay Marvolo Gaunt's Ring. The ring glinted ominously in the dim light, its cursed aura palpable.

Sirius reached for the ring, an overwhelming urge to put it on suddenly gripping him. His hand trembled as he drew closer to the cursed object.

"Stop!" Bill's voice was sharp and urgent as he grabbed Sirius's wrist, halting his movement. "There's a withering curse on the ring. If you put it on, it will cause irreversible damage."

Sirius blinked, shaking off the compulsion. "Thanks, Bill. I don't know what came over me."

Bill kept a firm grip on Sirius's wrist until he saw the clarity return to his eyes. "That's how dark objects like this work. They're designed to lure you in." He turned his attention back to the ring, his expression resolute. "We need to break the curse before we can handle it safely."

With steady hands, Bill began to weave a series of intricate spells around the ring, his wand movements precise and deliberate. Sirius watched intently, feeling a mix of awe and gratitude for the curse-breaker's expertise.

Bill's concentration was absolute as he continued to weave his spells around the ring. The air around them seemed to crackle with tension, the dark magic of the curse fighting back against Bill's efforts. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, but he didn't waver.

Sirius stood by, ready to assist if needed, but also wary of getting too close to the cursed object. He marveled at Bill's skill, recognizing the intricate dance between his spells and the dark magic protecting the ring.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. Finally, with a triumphant flick of his wand, Bill completed the last spell. There was a moment of stillness, followed by a soft, almost imperceptible pop as the curse broke. The oppressive aura around the ring dissipated, leaving it inert and harmless.

Bill exhaled deeply, wiping his brow. "That should do it. The curse is broken."

Sirius let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "You did it, Bill. Thank you."

Bill carefully lifted the ring with a pair of enchanted tweezers, avoiding direct contact. He placed it into a small, enchanted box designed to contain dark objects safely. "We need to destroy it now," Bill said. "We can't risk it being cursed again."

Sirius nodded. "We have a plan for that. Let's get this back to the others."

They left the hiding spot, making their way back to the Bones estate. Sirius felt a surge of relief. They had one Horcrux down, and Bill's expertise had been invaluable. But he also knew they had more work ahead of them, with other Horcruxes waiting to be found and destroyed.

Back at the estate, Amelia, Remus, and Harry were waiting anxiously. Their faces lit up when they saw Sirius and Bill returning safely.

"How did it go?" Remus asked, his voice tense with anticipation.

Sirius held up the enchanted box. "We have the ring. The curse is broken, thanks to Bill."

Amelia smiled, relief evident on her face. "That's one more step toward defeating Voldemort."

Harry looked at Bill with newfound respect. "Thank you, Bill. We couldn't do this without your help."

Bill nodded, a modest smile on his face. "Just doing my part. It's nice to finally meet you, Harry."

Harry smiled, feeling a connection to Bill. "It's good to meet you too. Now, let's get to work on destroying these Horcruxes."

Sirius raised a hand, a note of caution in his voice. "Bill, before we go any further, I need to warn you about something. Don't freak out."

Bill looked puzzled but nodded. "Alright, I won't."

Sirius took a step back as Harry's expression turned serious. "Drakor," Harry said softly.

At Harry's call, the symbiote began to separate from him. Bill watched in stunned silence as the black, fluid-like substance shifted and expanded, taking on a humanoid form with a draconic head, massive wings, and a red and gold symbol on its chest.

"This is Drakor," Harry explained. "He's a symbiote dragon, and he's bonded with me. He's been a huge help in our fight against Voldemort."

Bill's eyes widened, but he managed to keep his composure. "Well, that's... unexpected. But if he's on our side, we could use all the help we can get."

Drakor inclined his head towards Bill, his voice a deep rumble. "I am here to assist in any way I can. Together, we will destroy the Horcruxes and defeat Voldemort."

Bill nodded, still absorbing the sight before him. "Alright then, let's get to work."

Drakor, perched on Harry's shoulder, leaned forward to study the stone attached to the ring. His milky white eyes widened in surprise as he looked up at the group. "This isn't just any stone," he said, his voice reverberating with awe. "This is the Resurrection Stone."

Bill's eyes widened in shock. "The Resurrection Stone? Are you sure?" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of disbelief and amazement.

Drakor nodded solemnly. "Yes, I'm certain. Now we have two of the three Hallows."

Bill ran a hand through his hair, clearly trying to process the magnitude of what he'd just heard. "The Resurrection Stone... This changes everything," he muttered, almost to himself. "If You-Know-Who had access to this kind of power..."

Drakor interrupted, shaking his head. "I doubt Voldemort knew that the Stone was the Resurrection Stone. If he had known, he wouldn't have turned it into a Horcrux. The Resurrection Stone's true power is something even he would covet beyond all else."

Bill frowned, absorbing Drakor's words. "So, he inadvertently hid one of the most powerful magical artifacts in existence within his Horcrux," he mused. "That might be our one advantage."

Sirius nodded, his expression determined. "All the more reason to destroy these Horcruxes as soon as possible. We can't let Voldemort come close to discovering what he has."

Drakor tilted his head, his eyes narrowing in thought. "Agreed. But I have a question: can the stone be separated from the setting, or is it part of the Horcrux itself?"

Bill examined the ring closely, his fingers tracing the intricate designs. "It's hard to say without more thorough analysis. The magic binding the Horcrux to the ring might extend to the stone, but it's possible they are separate. We need to be extremely careful in handling it."

Remus added, "If there's a way to separate them safely, it could be worth investigating."

Drakor nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed. However, my plans for the Deathly Hallows will only be successful if I can absorb all three Hallows at once."

Bill's eyes widened in realization, remembering Drakor's previous mention of the Deathly Hallows. He had thought it was nothing more than a bedtime story, but now, faced with the reality of the Resurrection Stone, it was clear that there was more truth to the legend than he had ever imagined.

Bill cleared his throat, breaking the moment of stunned silence. "Which other Hallow do you have?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Sirius, leaning forward, responded, "The Invisibility Cloak. It's been in our possession for some time now. We just need to locate the Elder Wand to complete the trio."

Drakor nodded, his voice resonating with a sense of determination. "Once we have all three Hallows, I will absorb them, ascending to a higher form of existence."

Bill's expression turned serious as he processed the magnitude of Drakor's plan. The idea of someone wielding the combined power of the Deathly Hallows was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

Bill nodded. "I'll need some time and the right tools to make the determination whether the ring can be separated or not. We'll need to work quickly but cautiously."

Sirius interjected, "In the meantime, we should focus on getting the Locket. We can't afford to waste any time."

Bill agreed. "Alright, let's move on to the Locket. But we need to be prepared for anything. If You-Know-Who warded the Ring this heavily, the Locket is likely to be just as dangerous."

Remus stepped forward, his expression determined. "I'll come with you this time," he said firmly. "Three heads are better than two, and we'll need all the help we can get."

Sirius nodded, appreciating the support. "Agreed. The more of us, the better our chances."

Bill gathered his curse-breaking tools, looking at the others with a steely resolve. "Let's make sure we're ready for whatever we might face. The Locket won't be easy, but together, we can handle it."

As they prepared to leave, the weight of their mission hung heavily in the air, but their shared determination gave them strength. They knew the road ahead would be perilous, but they were ready to face it together.

—

After Remus, Sirius and Bill had left, Harry and Drakor returned to their room at the Bones estate. Once inside, Harry sat on the edge of the bed, and Drakor, in his small dragon form, perched next to him.

"Drakor," Harry began, his brow furrowed with curiosity, "about this morning... I felt different, stronger somehow. Do you know why?"

Drakor tilted his head thoughtfully before responding. "I have a theory," he began, his voice calm and measured. "By consuming the brains of the Death Eaters, I not only gained the much-needed phenethylamine but also absorbed the essence of their magical abilities. This includes what wizards and witches generally refer to as their Magical Cores."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "So, you're saying their magical cores were added to mine?"

"Precisely," Drakor confirmed. "It's as if their magical essence has merged with yours, enhancing your own power."

Harry processed this, feeling a mix of amazement and unease. "Is that safe?" he asked, concern creeping into his voice.

Drakor nodded reassuringly. "It is. The process is akin to absorbing raw magical energy. However, there's something else you should know. The Cup that I absorbed—Helga Hufflepuff's Cup—also had significant magical properties. I believe some of those properties have been transferred to me, and by extension, to you."

"So, the Cup's magic is now part of us too?" Harry asked, still trying to grasp the full implications.

"Yes," Drakor replied. "Hufflepuff's Cup was known for its strong protective and restorative properties. You may find yourself more resilient and capable of faster recovery."

Harry furrowed his brow, considering Drakor's words. "But don't I already have those abilities since I merged with you?" he asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

Drakor nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, you do possess enhanced abilities due to our bond," he explained. "However, the power of the Cup could further augment your resilience and accelerate your recovery, making you even more formidable in battle."

Harry nodded, understanding dawning on him. The combination of Drakor's power and the properties of the Cup would make him an even greater force to be reckoned with against Voldemort and his followers.

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