Chapter 7: Third Year End and Blood Curse
The third year ended with Harry claiming the first spot. By the time the year ended, Harry had completed Occumulency level 5; now, no one could break his shield. Only the most powerful wizards can progress to level 6, which can protect from potions and imperious and provides eidetic memory. Level 7 is bending magic to his will, in which you perceive movements faster and completely control magic. He was halfway through level 6 and will be level 7 mainly by the end of 4th year. He reached halfway through the mastery level in Battle DADA, Potions, and Dark Arts. He was able to learn everything that was there in parselmagic, which included offensive spells, some rituals, parselmagic wards, and some really strong shields.
Harry was also able to complete NEWT-level standards in every other class. He had been able to completely master the Black and Potter Family Magic. He was also able to gain complete power over Water and Fire spells. He can do all the spells up to OWL level endlessly. He could now duel up to 8 auror level dummies and shoot up to 6 elemental spells per second, at the same level as Dumbledore, but he knew he could do more.
He was waiting for magical maturity when he could gain access to his full magical power ultimately, and he knew he would be able to do it before 16. Merlin got it at the age of 14 years 9 months. Morgana at 14 years 11 months. Dumbledore at 16 years 1 month. Grindelwald at 16 years 2 months. Voldemort at 15 years 10 months. Charlus Potter at 16 years 7 months and Arcturus Black at 17 years 5 months. Most get it between the ages of 18 and 21. Harry just knew he would get it before Dumbledore.
On June 25, Harry, Minerva, and Dumbledore sat in the sitting room, with Emily sleeping in Harry's arms and Harry looking thoughtful.
"I have found the cure for the Blood Curse of Evalinge," he said, shocking the other two in silence.
"What?" they said together
"Yes, I have found how to do it, but I don't know how to contact Cyrus Parkinson. I want your help."Harry asked pleadingly, and they understood the problem.
"Of course, Harry. Tell me I will write a letter to Cyrus to discuss this." Dumbledore asked
"The date is July 10. Tell him that Pansy should not be there. I want to be clear-headed when curing Evalinge." Harry said seriously
"Of course," Dumbledore said and left.
"What is the problem with Heiress Parkinson, Harry?" Minerva asked quietly, seeing the emotions flickering in Harry's eyes: love, anger, shame, guilt, and anger again.
"Do you know I am a shapeshifter, Minerva? I can change genders; my female name is Holly Lily Potter, and I am a submissive. My body is telling me to accept Pansy Parkinson as a Dominant, but I can't do that because dominants approach submissive, not otherwise. She has bullied me since my first year, and by now, she hates me. My body has also accepted Hermione as one of the Dominants, but she has been angry at me since the end of 2nd year. My body secretes hormones that make me feel guilty for my actions, which is to the disapproval of my Dominants. I try to avoid them. My heart breaks more every time I see them, and it feels like someone twisting a knife in my stomach." He said, choking out a sob but controlling it and rocking his daughter, who was frowning in her sleep. He never wanted to see her frown. Turn that frown into a smile. Turn that frown into a smile. Yeah there.
Minerva had a hand on her mouth. She could see the pain Harry was in. She had never seen him cry, not even in his memories, and now she had seen him almost having a breakdown. Miss Granger and Parkinson may think highly of themselves, but no woman deserves Harry. Either they understand the signal, or she will make sure they suffer.
Albus Dumbledore was writing and had just returned to get his pouch when he saw Harry telling Minerva about his heartbreak, and he felt his blood run cold. Ladies, nowadays, think so highly of themselves that they cannot see Harry. Harry, who had worked hard for everyone, saved and protected everyone. He would ensure they feel his wrath if they do not rectify this.
When a beautiful snowy owl pecked at his window, Cyrus Parkinson was sipping tea with his wife.
"Ah, Cyrus, that is a beautiful owl, right?"Elizabeth said, looking at the owl curiously. Cyrus nodded and retrieved the letter with a smile.
Dear Lord Parkinson,
I want to give you some good news. A student of mine has been able to find the cure for the blood curse but is hesitant about how to contact you. He thinks of your youngest as a sister in all but blood. Yes, I am talking about Lord Harry James Potter. Please do not go on his age. He is knowledgeable and capable in all branches of magic. He would not have told me to contact you if he wasn't sure. He is a sincere and kind person. Please do not abuse the kindness, or I will be most displeased, and you will feel the wrath of Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall. We want to come to your manor on July 10 for the process if you are agreeable. Harry has also added his blood oath that he does not mean any harm to you, and this is only for Evalinge's benefit. Please add your blood if you accept.
Hope you are healthy, Cyrus and Elizabeth
Your old friend
Albus Dumbledore
The more he read the letter, the more serious he became, and he felt happy, and tears started falling from his eyes. He could see his wife getting concerned, so he just gave it to her. She looked happy after reading the letter. She also had tears in her eyes.
"Is this real?" she asked, and he nodded teary-eyed and added the blood.
The daughters found them crying tears of happiness this day on the breakfast table.
"What happened, Dad?" Evalinge asked, concerned.
"Someone has found the way to break the blood curse," he said, smiling at her, and she started crying at finally being given the chance to leave.
"They are coming on July 10 along with Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall," he said, shocking his daughters.
"Who are they?" Evalinge asked, feeling like she should know.
"Harry Potter. What do you know about them?" he said, and he saw Evalinge crying again while Pansy snorted.
"He is an arrogant, self-centered idiot with no friends, nor does he deserve any. He can get first grade, though I am sure that is due to his fame. He is a mediocre student at best and not better than me. In the first year, he was not even in the top 10. Dumbledore must have told the teachers to give him a good grade. After all, he is the Gryffindor Golden Boy. He also wore rags when he arrived, like a pathetic human being. Malfoy always tells us how arrogant he is and does not follow traditions and etiquette. He is not a person we should have in our circle. Father, I think you should reject the offer. I have no doubt Potter is just a glory-seeking brat. He cannot brew potion, let alone find a cure for the Blood curse. Even the know-it-all Granger has left him because he must have cheated somehow. You can ask Professor Snape. He knows all about Potter." she sneered, thinking about Potter. Parents looked shocked while Evalinge started dropping on the floor laughing. She laughed until tears streamed down her eyes while her Parents looked at her curiously.
"What happened Evalinge? Is there something wrong with your sister's accounting?" his mother asked. She was happy when she heard the laugh. She hadn't heard that laugh since the age of 7 when the Blood Curse was discovered.
"Oh, mother, the heiress of House Parkinson has completely lost her brain that she is listening to the likes of Snape and Malfoy. Would you like my version of the first year?" she said, chortling, and her parents nodded, happy to hear her laugh.
"When I was sorted into Gryffindor, I was shocked and scared," she said seriously while her mother and father grew concerned at the tone.
"I saw the Slytherin table, and everyone, including my dear sister, was glaring at me," she said solemnly, and her parents took deep breaths to calm themselves from snapping at Pansy.
"I took my seat at Gryffindor's table away from other people as they were glaring at me, then Harry came and sat down next to me and glared down the whole Slytherin Table, and they looked away, including dear Draco. Then Harry glared at everyone on the Gryffindor table and flared his aura that was felt throughout the table, and they started eating themselves. When I went to Gryffindor Common Room, everyone called me traitor, slut, and whore." she said sadly. Cyrus was furious at such behavior and looked at her eldest with a glare; she seemed to find her food interesting.
"Harry got angry, and they were silenced by a bang of his wand, then he told them off. 10 people took out their wands to attack him from 3rd to 7th year. He had them incapacitated within 4 seconds, then told everyone to leave them where they were. The next day, they were hung on the wall with their backs on it, looking ready to shit themselves, and on the wall above them, 'BULLIES' was written. It was so hilarious." She ended up laughing on the floor. Cyrus was chuckling; he already liked the Potter boy, and Elizabeth was snorting constantly.
"During Christmas break, I stayed in the school. I was retching blood in a classroom when Harry found me and held me the whole night when I slept like a sibling should. He thinks of me as a sister, and I, him as a brother. Best a girl could ever ask for." she said, smiling at the memory. Their parents smiled at that.
"He must have understood what happened that day. Whatever people may think, Harry is the most intelligent person I have ever met, and I can tell you he is smarter than even Dumbledore. He is brilliant with magic and has taught me to defend myself. I can defeat anyone up to 4th year, and I know DADA up to 3rd year level. He did not teach me more than that, so I do not get bored in Charms and Transfiguration. He also teaches me a bit of martial arts. He does not want me defenceless as he often travels on Family business. He told me he would have taught me more, but my core hasn't stabilized yet due to the Blood curse, but he will find a way to this one way or another. I think he found it," she said, smiling at how good her elder brother in all but blood was.
Elizabeth was quite impressed with what she had learned, and so was Cyrus.
"And if, dear sister, you doubt me, we can obviously have a duel," Evalinge said with a shark-like grin, and her parents looked amused.
"N-No. I don't think I need to prove myself," she said and left while her sister laughed again. She turned to her parents seriously.
"Do not disrespect him, father. He can destroy the whole family politically, financially, or magically. Lucius Malfoy tried to kill him at the end of the second year and had to give 75% of his funds to Harry," she said seriously while her parents choked on the drink at that information. Evalinge told them the story and her parents ended up laughing till there were tears in their eyes
July 10 arrived, and the Parkinson family sat by the fireplace, waiting for arrivals. First came Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore, looking as prim as always in his horrible coloured robes.
"Lord Parkinson," Minerva said in a curtsey
"Professor," he said
"Lord Parkinson," Dumbledore said in greeting, joyful as always
"Chief Warlock," he said, and Dumbledore's eyes twinkled
The next arrival was Harry Potter, in a basilisk made black robes and dragon hide boots. Pansy drooled at the site. Potter was a fine specimen.
"Lord Parkinson, Lady Parkinson," he said with a bow to Cyrus and a kiss to the hand of Elizabeth.
"Lord Potter," he said with a bow.
"You are very beautiful my lady. Definitely, your daughters got the good-looking genes from you," Harry said with a charming smile, which made Elizabeth falter, eyes wide, and a blush crept to her face while Cyrus laughed. She just nodded. She would get him back for this. She did not blush in the last 10 years, and he did it ten seconds before his arrival. Dumbledore and McGonagall looked like they were hiding laughter.
Harry became serious and walked over to Pansy. She looked beautiful as always, but he would not drool at her. He will not be a person whom she turns into a blubbering mess with just a smile.
"Heiress Parkinson, a pleasure to make your acquaintance outside school," he said with a kiss on the back of her hand, which made her stomach flutter with need, but she would not fall for him.
"I am sure it is," she said stiffly, and people stiffened. This was a considerable disrespect, and Harry's eyes held anger, replaced with a mask. He decided to teach her a lesson.
"I hope that you teach your eldest Wizarding Ettiquettes again. She may need some lessons," he said to Cyrus, who looked ashamed.
He turned to see Evalinge waiting for her greeting, bouncing on her toes, eyes wide.
"And there you are, Eva. Come and claim your place, princess," he said, and she nodded and jumped on his shoulder where he sat as if it was her thrown. Lord and Lady Parkinson were shocked at that behavior but calmed down. Harry just laughed and held her there.
"Now that it is out of the way. We are going to do the Raksha Bandhan ritual. It will bind her to me as a sister through a sibling bond, all the pain that she will be caused will be transferred to me through the bond. I will cage the main curse, which will flow in a sphere. Do not touch the residues. Let it enter my body. Just destroy the curse with fiendfire, Dumbledore. I hope you do not have an issue being my sister," He asked, the last sentence to her filled with nervousness. She looked at him like he was crazy and hugged him for being such a good brother.
"Of course, I will, but won't it hurt you if the residue enters the body?" she asked.
"I have basilisk venom and phoenix tears in my body, Evalinge. It will destroy the residue slowly and steadily in 1-2 hours. Do not worry about me. I have a good pain tolerance. You are a good girl and deserve to live and be happy more than any. Now go and take out a thread. You will need to bind it to me when I start chanting. Dumbledore makes sure to destroy the curse. I will cage it in a sphere and make it visible to the naked eye." he said to Dumbledore, who nodded thoughtfully.
They went to the ritual room, Evalinge began binding the thread, and Harry started chanting in Sanskrit. As soon as he started chanting, a thread of white light connected from Evalinge and flooded to Harry. Harry felt continuous pain for three minutes. The pain was reasonable but nothing he hadn't felt before. All the combined pain attacked his body at once, and he had to stop shouting out loud and continue chanting. Tears started flowing freely from his eyes to tolerate the pain.
Dumbledore saw the pain in Harry's eyes, and he knew it was too much. Whatever could make Harry cry was definitely too much pain. He had seen Harry's pain tolerance of Harry. It was ten minutes, and the residue was still transferring. He saw Evalinge, whose eyes were closed due to Harry's orders. She looked much more relaxed and healthy than ever. Then she gasped, and a thick sphere of dark grey emerged from her body. Dumbledore took it out in the open and destroyed it with Fiendfire immediately. He saw Evalinge growing an inch. Her body filled out her magic, getting adapted to her core. Her body relaxed, a smile on her face. He saw Harry let out a sob at the pain, then stop chanting, and white light left ultimately and entered Harry, who let out another sob, bit down his lip from crying, and slumped unconscious, his body twitching.
Cyrus was a strong man, both physically and Magically, but he knew he could have endured Harry's pain from the first minute and was chanting till the 14th minute when he slumped. He had seen him trying to stop from crying and letting out sobs and whimpers. He looked at Evalinge, whose eyes were still closed. She looked healthy, very healthy, in fact, and he loved seeing her like this again.
Elizabeth had seen how Harry had started the ritual, and she knew that pain was immense after he sobbed. She was happy that her daughter had found a brother like Harry.
Pansy felt a lot of emotions seeing the scene. Anger and fury at Potter for calling out on her behavior. Confusion when everyone looked concerned, as a white light connected Evalinge to Eva. She saw Harry choking out a painful sob and knew why we were all concerned. Harry was in pain for the last 14 minutes of casting and trying to control his screaming. She had seen how much Harry loved Evalinge. She had also seen Harry looking at her with longing. Sometimes, they make a hasty retreat.
Evalinge felt like she was in heaven as her pain reduced to nothingness, then a sharp pain came and was gone before she felt it. She felt a bond snap into place. She opened her eyes and felt that she was taller than before, felt free, and her magic felt exotic. By the bond, she could feel Harry's magic. His magic currently was happy at her being his sibling and trying to control the pain that he was in.
She saw Harry lying on the ground. She went to him and clutched her mouth as she saw the tears in his eyes. She had never seen him cry, no matter what. And she understood that he must have felt extreme pain.
Her father called a house elf and shifted Harry to a bedroom, and they moved into the sitting room.
She looked to see Dumbledore looking at her with a smile.
"Are you okay, Miss Parkinson," he asked gently.
"I feel good. I have never felt free before. Will Harry be okay?" she asked.
"He will be alright, Miss Parkinson. Pain is not new to Harry, and neither is suffering. He always pushes through. So will he again?" he said with a smile.
"Miss Parkinson, has Harry taught you Occumulency?" Dumbledore asked gently.
"Yes, he has. I am on level 2," she said proudly.
"You are doing good. Harry wants to tell you some things but cannot due to the possibility of your mind being read. Many older students in the castle use legimilency, along with Professor Snape. So Harry is afraid of putting you in danger. You should be at level 4 by the end of the year due to Harry's teaching." he said, smiling at her.
"Okay then, I will do that. What can you tell me about Harry's childhood professor? He does not talk about it. So I thought you would be the best person to ask. Please call me Evalinge," she asked curiously.
"I am sorry Evalinge. I cannot tell you about it. I can tell you that Harry lived in the muggle world and did not know about magic until he was 11. He lived with his muggle relatives, who hated magic. I will tell you it was not pleasant. Please do not ask him to repeat the experience. It will be the most painful thing you can ask of him and the only thing he may be unable to give you. Professor McGonagall and I made many mistakes regarding Harry in the first 12 years of his life. He still forgave us and gave us an opportunity. He is a good boy and loves you a lot," he said, smiling at her.
She felt breath caught in her throat as she understood the meaning. Harry always stiffened when she hugged him. She understood enough and will not ask Harry about it. Ever. They had abused her brother. And she will get her vengeance when the time comes if Harry suffers because of this.
"You are joking, aren't you? Because Professor Snape and Draco Malfoy told us that Potter lived in a castle and got everything whenever he demanded. And we all know he is the head of the house, so he must be telling the truth," Pansy asked snidely, making all of them look at her in surprise.
"Severus is blinded by his hate for James Potter. He will relent if he knows what's good for him. Otherwise, no matter who steps in Harry's way, Harry will kill Severus, removing the obstacles, including me, if needed. My trust in Severus was more than I should have given. Now I trust Minerva completely, along with Harry and no one else," Dumbledore said firmly. People could feel the anger radiating from the wizard, and Pansy remembered whom she was talking to.
"As for Draco Malfoy, his father cannot save him now. He does not have the money to save Draco. Harry can buy 10 families like Malfoy from his potter fortune."Dumbledore said, smiling at the image Harry had given him.
"Dumbledore, Pull back your aura," Harry's voice interrupted, and he pulled in and looked at Cyrus apologetically, who was looking in shock.
"Evalinge I am participating in the World Duelling Championship as the representative of England. Will you come to watch Evalinge Parkinson Potter?" he asked, smiling. She hugged him, and he winced; she looked apologetic, so he held her again.
"Of course I will. How can I miss Harry Potter thrashing every opponent in the dueling circuit?" she said, smiling.
He nodded, hugged her again, and gave a boy to Cyrus and Elizabeth.
"I am sorry if I embarrassed you earlier, Lady Parkinson. Please do come to watch it tomorrow in France. Dumbledore can take you." he said apologetically, and she nodded. Harry left.
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