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Unwanted Bonds	By : CelticKitsune Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 77552 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Unwanted bonds
Chapter 10
Harry spent the rest of the day sitting in front of the fire. He loved flying, even when he got this cold. It wasn't until he felt someone gently shaking him that he realized he must have fallen asleep at some point.
Blinking Harry rubbed his eyes before reaching out to try and locate where his glasses were. There was a soft chuckle as someone handed them to him.
“What time is it?” Harry asked looking up at Blaise.
“It's just about four. I thought you would want time to wake up and eat something before you had to go down to Professor Snape's office.” Blaise said, watching as Harry flopped back onto the sofa where Blaise had moved him to, after it became apparent that the Gryffindor was falling asleep on the floor in front of the fire.
“You could have been nicer, and just let me sleep through the blasted lesson,” Harry grumbled, pulling himself up off the sofa, wincing at the dull throbbing that was starting just behind his eyes.
“No, that's not nice, that's signing your death warrant,” Blaise with a chuckle as he moved back to the chair he had been occupying since that morning.
“Is that your subtle way of telling me to get up before Snape comes looking for me?” Harry asked, running a hand through his already messy hair.
“Perhaps,” Blaise said with a shrug. “Or maybe I just don't want to find myself on his hit list. I am dating his godson after all,” he reminded Harry.
“I still don't know how you do that, let alone how you've managed to put up with Draco for so long,” Harry commented before he could stop himself. He regretted the words as soon as he spoke them, not even sure where they had actually come from either. Though it was no secret that even bonded Draco and Harry still didn't get along. Blaise sighed closing his eyes, Harry wondered if Blaise was angry at him.
“Look, Harry. I know Draco can be difficult, and I can sit here and tell you why I love him. But the thing is, you don't love him, and if not for the bond you would still hate him, so I don't think you would understand, even if I did tell you,” Blaise looked over at Harry, who was now staring at the floor, his hands clenched tightly in his lap.
Blaise had only been truthful, he did love Draco, even during the times that the blond was selfish, self-centred, prat. But what Blaise said, and the way he said it only seemed to hammer home how much Harry really wasn't wanted here. Even if Blaise hadn't meant it that way, and though Harry did believe that Blaise meant it when he had said he wouldn't just break the bond and never speak to Harry again. But the fact would remain that, he himself would never be truly wanted.
“Harry,” Blaise began again, but Harry cut him off quickly.
“I'm going to get some dinner before it gets too late, wouldn't want to be late for my Occlumency lessons,” he said in a rush, and ran from the common room before Blaise could stop him. That didn't stop Blaise from going after him though.
Blaise easily caught up with Harry; even if Harry was the fastest person on a broom that the school had seen in quite some time, Blaise was still faster on foot. He managed to grab Harry.
“We seem to be making a habit out of this Harry.” Blaise said while Harry tried to pull himself away. “Now stop it and talk to me.”
“Let me go,” Harry said pulling at his arm harder, but Blaise refused to let go. He spun Harry and pinned him against a nearby wall trapped next to a stone statue with Blaise towering over him.
“Not until you tell me what's wrong,” Blaise said, looking down into those green eyes that were wide, and franticly looking for a way to escape. “Harry,” he demanded.
“You love Draco,” Harry said quickly averting his eyes to avoid looking at Blaise a little longer.
“Yes, I thought that much was obvious,” Blaise said, his voice was laced with confusion trying to piece together what about that fact had upset Harry.
“I just, I never realised...um...how much you....you and Draco, you never say it. I've never heard you say you love him before. So I didn't realise, how much you did,” Harry told him, finally chancing a look at Blaise, who was smiling at him, or maybe just smiling at what Harry had said.
“You got upset because of how much I love Draco?” Blaise asked, and Harry shook his head.
“No...I just, I don't want to talk about it. Can we let it go?” Harry asked frowning when Blaise shook his head.
“Harry, you have a lot of stuff you 'don't want to talk about'. Did it ever occur to you that if you talked about them, it might help?” Blaise continued towering over Harry, it always surprised him how small the other boy was, even though they were supposed to be the same age.
“I don't like talking, it never helps as much as people say it does,” Harry said bitterly.
“Well, I'm not letting you go until you give me a good reason why you're upset about me loving Draco. Is it because of the bond? I know it's difficult to keep track of what emotions were originally yours-”
“It's not the bond,” Harry said, cutting him off.
“You're not picking up back lash from Draco are you?” Blaise frowned, it made a small amount of sense that Harry would be able to feel how Draco felt about Blaise. But even then, Harry could always tell what was Draco's anger and what was his own.
“No, it's nothing to do with the bond at all,” Harry said, trying to dart out of an opening he saw between Blaise and the statue, only to be caught and cornered again.
“Then what?” Blaise's voice rose slightly, the first time since the bond had started.
“Because you'll never love ME like that!” Harry shouted at him, and then ran once again. And this time Blaise let him. There was absolutely nothing he could say to that.
Harry ran as fast has he could, even if Blaise wasn't following him. He couldn't believe what he had just said. He had meant to say that no one had ever loved him. But instead he had singled Blaise out. Blaise would never love him, the bond would be broken, and any feelings that they may, or may not, have for each other would go with it.
Any thoughts of eating dinner were now gone, so Harry made his way down to Snape's office and sat on the floor outside of the door. He didn't want to go inside until it was time for his lesson to begin. So he spent the remaining hour there, trying to focus and see about clearing his mind like Snape was always telling him to do. Of course, that was easier said than done for Harry who couldn't seem to stop thinking. It seemed even more difficult when he so desperately wanted to.
The hour passed by much faster than Harry would have liked. Because his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat.
“Sorry, Sir,” Harry said, standing up and dusting himself off. “I was trying to practice clearing my mind.” Harry didn't know why he felt the need to explain himself, maybe he just wanted to show Snape that he was trying his best at this.
“And failing at it, as usual,” Snape sneered, stepping aside to allow Harry into his office. Now avoiding looking at the potions master, Harry made his way into the office, standing in his usual spot. The spell hit him unexpectedly from behind, and he felt himself falling forward as images played through his mind.
Everything he had just been thinking of, or trying not to think of as the case may be, was played out vividly. What he had just said to Blaise, how much he wished he could have what Blaise and Draco had, even just for a moment. Thinking what it must be like to feel loved.
These thoughts were quickly followed by those of his uncle towering over him.
“worthless freak!” the words echoed painfully in his mind.
“Stop,” Harry pleaded along with the memory of himself. He wanted everything to stop. And then it did.
He was laying on the floor, a familiar position during these lessons. If that's what he could even call them. He couldn't bring himself to look at Snape, knowing that the cruel smile would be there. The man took far too much pleasure out of tormenting his students.
“Sir, maybe we could do this some other time?” Harry asked as he started to pull himself up. Only to have the spell hit him again.
He was eleven years old again, his first view of Hogwarts. He had made his first friend, maybe he wasn't as worthless as his uncle always told him?
He was fifteen again, in the great hall. A vacation, his first one ever. He had plenty of money that if Ron and Hermione couldn't cover the cost, he would. But Ron had been temperamental about money since last year.
“It must be nice to forget you have so much money!” Ron was yelling at him, other's at the Gryffindor table were looking at them. “I bet you didn't even notice it when you added Cedric's winnings to it last year.”
He was being cornered by Ron Dean and Seamus. “Why did you kill Cedric?”
“I didn't, I didn't kill him!” Harry yelled to the memory of Ron. Harry was no longer fighting against the invasion on his mind, letting the memories come one by one. Noticing this Snape stopped the spell, looking at the pitiful child curled up on his floor.
“Get up, Potter.” Snape said, frowning when the boy didn't even move. Harry lay there feeling unable to move. He couldn't do this, not today.
“Potter,” Snape said, and Harry waited for the insults that surprisingly never came. “Get up, Potter,” Snape ordered again. Harry continued laying where he was for a moment longer, until he heard Snape taking a step forward, most likely to pull him up anyway. Harry slowly lifted himself up.
Now standing, he faced the potions master, but did not look at him. His whole body tense as he waited for the spell again. Maybe Snape just enjoyed seeing him fall over. It was the only thing Harry could think of, why else would Snape want him standing before the spell hit?
“Look at me,” Snape growled. Harry glared at him, silently daring the potions master to do his worst. Snape pointed his wand at Harry again, and once again Harry's mind was filled with images.
Snape was glaring at him, he was only eleven years old and this man had signalled him out from everyone else in the class. “Clearly fame isn't everything.”
He was famous, but he didn't want it. No one ever saw that. “Get in here boy!”

“I will not have your freakishness in my house!”
“Kill the spare!”
“Harry, take my body back.”
“STOP IT!” Harry screamed and Snape was blasted back by an unseen force. Harry was panting feeling like he had just run for miles, but he didn't seem to be able to catch his breath. There was a weight in his chest, one that wouldn't go away.
“You stupid child,” Snape hissed pulling himself up, his arm hanging at a strange angle and Harry knew it was broken, having broken his own arm more than once. He stared at the potions master.
“Sir, I didn't-”
“Get out. Your lesson is finished for today,” Snape growled, and Harry didn't know if he should really leave. But he didn't want to stay here any longer either. So before Snape could change his mind about letting Harry go, he left. Though he didn't run, he felt tired and sluggish as his mind helpfully supplied other memories that Snape had not seen.
Harry was in no rush to make it back to his rooms, knowing that Blaise would be waiting there and he would most likely have to talk to the Italian. Blaise however was not in the small common room when Harry arrived.
“The only thing that's gone right today.” Harry mumbled to himself going to his room and closing the door behind him.
**B**
Blaise had returned to the common room after Harry ran off, hopefully to go get himself some food. But Blaise doubted that Harry would have done that. The boy seemed to forget to eat on a regular basis. However, that wasn't what had his mind occupied right now, his thoughts on what Harry had shouted at him. Blaise knew he would have to talk to Harry about it, and he also knew from the past month and a half of just observation, that Harry would be trying to avoid him for the rest of vacation. But Blaise wouldn't allow him to do that, not this time.
Blaise stood up and went to stand in front of the fire, when a house elf appeared next to him.
“You will please be forgiving me, Sir, but Master is telling me to give this to you.” The house elf held out an envelope to Blaise who took it curiously. The house elf bowed before it vanished again. Opening the envelope and starting to read, Blaise raised an eyebrow at the single sentence written on the parchment, simply stating that he was to meet Snape in his office by six. Checking the time, if he went down there now he'd be at least fifteen minutes early. Also leaving him a better chance of catching Harry before the Occlumency lesson was over.
The walk down to the dungeon was quiet, seeing as how the castle was mostly empty. Arriving almost exactly fifteen minutes early, Blaise knocked on the door.
The office door opened and Snape looked down at him. “My godson has requested your presence at Malfoy Manor tonight,” he informed Blaise.
“Why? I'm going there tomorrow anyway,” Blaise said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“That is something you will have to discuss with Draco. He simply asked me to relay his message to you. We shall use the fire place in my office if you wish to go,” Snape explained and Blaise sighed feeling like he was doing that a lot lately.
Deciding that he would have to catch Harry after Christmas, Blaise nodded. It would at the very least give Harry a couple days to calm down before Blaise cornered him again. And Blaise was worried about Draco's sudden invitation. “Fine, I'll go. I can just use the floo to come back when I need to.”
Snape moved out of the way to allow Blaise to enter his office. Closing the door he turned, moving towards the fire place. Taking down the floo powder from the mantel, he allowed Blaise to go first.
“Malfoy Manor,” Blaise said loud and clearly. The flames engulfed him and he was pulled away in a dizzying spiral. But years of training had him stepping out casually onto the other side of the fire place. He stepped out of the way, knowing that Snape would be coming through right behind him.
“Blaise, you actually came,” Draco said hurrying over to greet the two early arrivals. He was dressed in his best dress robes, and he couldn't stop himself from wrapping his arms around Blaise and kissing him.
Blaise wrapped his arms around Draco's waist holding him close “What happened to earn that greeting?” Blaise asked, concerned at the very un-Malfoy like show of public affection.
Narcissa who was also there to greet guests noticed this as well. “Draco, why don't you take Blaise up to your room, I am sure you have some dress robes that will fit him nicely.”
Draco pulled away from Blaise. “Yes mother,” he said and, keeping hold of Blaise's hand, he lead his boyfriend up the stairs to his room. Once inside Draco turned to face Blaise.
Blaise noticed the frightened look Draco was giving him. It was usually really bad when Draco was this open with his emotions. “What is it Draco?”
“My father, I...,” Draco shook his head and took a deep breath to calm himself so he could speak properly. “He suspects something about the bond. Severus came and borrowed a book from him. And my father asked me about it.” Draco looked up at Blaise, their hands still linked since Draco was refusing to let go.
“That's why you wanted me here?” Blaise looked at Draco. “Because your father suspects about the bond?” Blaise knew that Lucius Malfoy finding out about the bond would not be a good thing for any of them, least of all Draco. However Draco had been on the receiving end of his Father's temper more than once, and Blaise was sure there was far more to this.
Draco shook his head, his hand tightening its hold on Blaise's. “No...I could handle that; I don't want him to find out, but it should be broken long before it's even a problem with him.” Draco turned and went to busy himself finding dress robes for Blaise to wear. Though he didn't know if Blaise would even stay, he just had to keep himself busy.
“Then why did you want me here?” Blaise walked up behind Draco and wrapped his arms around the small waist again. “You're scared, you're even shaking. Draco, what happened?” The worry in his voice was clear.
Draco stilled in Blaise's embrace. “Father said we had a guest in the house, and I was not to disturb him,” Draco explained. That simple statement, though harmless it may sound to anyone else, had Blaise's whole body tense and his hold on Draco tightened.
“Is it...?” Blaise didn't want to voice the question, he didn't think he could. But he didn't need to. Just like Draco hadn't needed to hear the name, to know just who his father was playing host to. “Why would they still have the party then?” Blaise asked, he was astonished that they would even dare.
Draco shrugged. “Mother insisted on it, told father it would be to suspicious if we just cancelled it without any reason.” Draco turned around to look up at Blaise, studying his face before asking his next question. “Will you stay? Tonight, and tomorrow? Then we can both return to Hogwarts. I don't think I can stay in this house longer than that,” Draco admitted. If he was truthful, he didn't want to stay in the house any longer at all. But neither his Father or Mother would be to happy with their son leaving without any warning.
Blaise looked at Draco, never breaking eye contact. “Draco, I don't think I can stay in this house a moment longer right now," Blaise told him apologetically. "Not knowing who is here.” His voice was so soft, almost afraid that if he spoke to loudly that the Dark Lord himself would appear out of thin air, but Draco heard him perfectly.
“I cannot leave now. Father would not allow it,” Draco said, resting his head on Blaise's shoulder. He didn't want to be left alone here. And Blaise couldn't, or wouldn't, stay.
Blaise was torn, he didn't want to stay here, not with Voldemort staying in the same house. But as much as he couldn't stay, he was not about to leave Draco alone in a house with that mad man either. “I will stay, tonight," he agreed reluctantly. "But in exchange, Draco, we will both return to Hogwarts tomorrow.” Blaise was leaving no room for argument, he would stay but would be leaving tomorrow and would drag Draco through the floo himself if he had to.
“It will have to be tomorrow afternoon," Draco told him."I promised Mother that I would be here until then at the very least.” He continued resting his head against Blaise's shoulder, not wanting to leave the comfort he had been craving all day. Blaise didn't protest, nor did he bring up the fight they had had the previous day, that was a conversation to be saved for a better time and place.
“Professor Snape gave me the book he borrowed from your father, I've already started reading it. I think we'll make better progress when the three of us can read it together though,” Blaise said, trying to change the conversation to something else for a while.
Draco pulled his head away from Blaise's shoulder, to stare at his boyfriend. “Potter hasn't been helping you with it?” Draco asked. He glared, opening his mouth to say something else, but Blaise stopped him pressing his lips against Draco's in a gentle kiss, Blaise hadn't come all the way here to start another fight about Harry, not when it was Draco that needed his attention. The kiss didn't stay gentle for long as Draco wrapped his arms around Blaise's neck, deepening the kiss. Blaise took that moment to back Draco up against the wardrobe that Draco had been looking through for dress robes. Blaise pressed against him, successfully trapping Draco while the kiss grew more heated.
Draco let out a tiny gasp when Blaise bit his bottom lip sharply. Taking advantage of the now open mouth, Blaise's tongue invaded the warm sharp tasting space of Draco's mouth, exploring the familiar space and causing the other boy to moan softly, one pale hand fisted in Blaise's hair, not bothering to fight for control of the kiss. He let Blaise take what he wanted, because this time Draco needed to be the one not in control. He was only dimly aware of the fact that if they didn't stop soon they would both need to find dress robes to wear to the party. But when Blaise started grinding his hips against Draco's, the blond knew they were both lost and most likely would not make it down to the party until much later, if at all.
**B**
Dumbledore stood by his window looking out onto the grounds of Hogwarts while he thought of the current situation Harry Potter seemed to have landed himself in. Dumbledore still believed it was for the best that Harry now found himself bonded to two wizards who, in the long run, Dumbledore thought would be a very valuable asset to the side of light.
However things were not progressing quite as he had hoped, as it appeared that young Draco and Harry still were not on the best of speaking terms. And then there was the slight problem of Harry's Occlumency; Dumbledore had known the chances of Harry succeeding with mastering Occlumency were very slim, the connection with Voldemort would not make it easy. And that was a connection that was growing disturbingly stronger every day. Though Dumbledore was sure that Harry was still vastly unaware of just how strongly he and the Dark Lord were connected; the old wizard was still reluctant to tell the boy.
Turning away from the window Dumbledore sat down in his chair. “Perhaps it would be best if I just let things continue on this course for a while longer,” he said, looking over at Fawkes. The Phoenix let out a tone before it burst into flames. Dumbledore sighed. “There is nothing else I can do,” he said to the ashes of the bird.
**B**
Harry rolled over in his bed kicking the covers off. He felt far too hot right now to have them on him any longer. Turning his head to the side Harry checked the time and groaned. It was nearly five in the morning. He had been up nearly every hour all night, he blamed it on the nightmares that wouldn't leave him alone. They had been a disturbing combination of his not so happy childhood and Voldemort.
Sitting up slowly, Harry reached over to find his glasses and put them on, knowing that he was not getting any more sleep today. He ignored the light headed feeling that sitting up brought on and got out of bed, he paused just outside his door and looked across the hall to the door leading to Blaise and Draco's room, he only lingered in the hallway for a moment before making his way to the common room.
The fire had long since been put out, making the room colder than it had been hours before. Harry sat himself down on the sofa letting his mind wander, thinking about why Blaise would not have come back last night. He had not heard Blaise at all, and the last time he had been up at two a.m. He had even checked in the room across the hall. Blaise's bed had not been slept in. Harry could only guess that Blaise must have spent the night either in the Slytherin common rooms, or had gone somewhere else where he would not have to talk to Harry. And that was perfectly fine with him.
Looking around the common room Harry saw the blanket that had been left there earlier, and the book that Blaise had been reading yesterday, recognising it as the book on bonding that Snape had given them he picked it up he flipped it open to one of the pages that had been marked.
“Signature Bonding.” Harry read, there seemed to be different types of this one particular bond. Ranging from magical signature bonding, to emotional bonding. Harry had barely just finished reading over the first page when his scar started burning, starting as a dull throb before the pain exploded through his entire head. Harry screamed falling off the sofa he pressed his hands against his scar. The pain was horrible, starting from his scar and slowly spreading through his whole body.
Images started flashing through his mind as he was now seeing through eyes that were not his own.
**B**
Draco and Blaise had missed the party entirely, though Draco had fully intended to at least make an appearance, Blaise hadn't allowed him to leave the bed. Smiling, the blond turned his head to look at his still sleeping boyfriend. He was extremely happy that Blaise had come yesterday, and had stayed with him the whole night. He was still hoping that he could convince Blaise to stay for one more night, then both of them would go back to Hogwarts tomorrow instead, mostly because Draco was really not all that eager to see Harry. He wanted to just enjoy his time with Blaise alone for a little while.
Shifting carefully out of bed as to not wake Blaise. Draco quietly got dressed for the day, even though it was still early, he wanted the chance to sneak down and get himself and Blaise some breakfast before his Father was awake, knowing that the older man would most likely want to speak with him about his absence during the party.
Yet another conversation that Draco was hoping he would be able to avoid. His mind was occupied by these thoughts as he made his way down to the dining hall. He did not, at first, notice who was in the dining hall, because his eyes fell initially on his Father.
“Draco, we were not expecting you up so early,” Lucius said from where he sat which, Draco was surprised to see, was not at the head of the table. More than a little afraid to see who was sitting in his father's seat, Draco slowly turned his head and looked, locking eyes with Voldemort.
Draco's eyes went wide and he averted his gaze quickly back to his father. “I am sorry Father. I did not mean to interrupt,” he said polity and was rather impressed with himself that his voice did not shake. “I will just go,” he said, excusing himself, wanting to get out of that room now; even better would be going upstairs, waking Blaise and going back to Hogwarts as soon as possible.
“Draco, we were just discussing you. Come, join us,” Voldemort said and Draco's whole body tensed with fear at being spoken to by the Dark Lord. He couldn't respond, and he also found that he could not move either. Looking once again to his father, with a silent plea for help. The man remained where he was sitting. And did not even look in Draco's direction.
Realising, quite painfully, that he was alone on this one, Draco slowly made his way forward sitting down in an empty chair as far away from Voldemort as he could get away with. But it was nowhere near far enough.
“Your father has told me a great deal about you,” Voldemort said, once Draco had been seated. Draco stared at the table, still not daring to move, or speak. “I have also heard about your dear friend, what was his name again?” Voldemort looked thoughtful. “Ah yes, Zabini I believe it was.”
Draco still said nothing, and just nodded slowly. He could only think about was the warnings Blaise had given him, how much Blaise had not wanted him to come home. And last night, how Blaise had wanted them both to leave the house. Draco couldn't even remember why he had wanted to come home so badly, or why he had even wanted to stay. He had always known that his father was a Death Eater, always known the part his father had played in the first war. But Draco had also desperately wanted to believe the lies that had been told, that his father had had no choice in what he did, that he had been under the Imperious curse.
However, now, Draco could no longer deny it, could no longer hide behind the lies. He chanced a look at the monster sitting at the table with them. He found himself unable to look long, before the table once again became far more interesting.
“I do hope I will have the pleasure of meeting your friend at some point,” Voldemort said. And Draco silently hoped that Voldemort would never meet Blaise. “However, it is you, Draco, who has been chosen to carry out a very important task for me, and if you wish it, I shall include your....friend, in these plans.”
Draco's breath hitched, his fists clenched in his lap as he tried to think of some way to get out of this that would not result in his immediately death, and if he couldn't get out of it, then he could at least keep Blaise away.
“Draco would be more than happy to accept this task from you, my Lord,” Lucius answered for his son, when it seemed as if Draco was just going to sit there.
“So you say, but is that truly how our young Draco feels? Does it please you, to know I have chosen you, out of all my Death Eaters, a boy who does not even have my mark?” Voldemort asked, eyeing Draco curiously.
“I would have to say, I am more surprised than anything, Sir.” Draco said not looking up at his Father or Voldemort his hands trembling where he kept them firmly in his lap.
“The boy is more truthful then you are Lucius,” Voldemort hissed, sounding almost amused by this. “Very well Draco, your task is simple.” Voldemort set a small box on the table. “In this box is a ring; the ring is a port key that will transport a certain someone here once it has been activated. Your task, is to get this ring to that person.” Voldemort's red eyes narrowed slightly. “And should you fail in this task.” Voldemort raised his pale hand and flicked his wand in the direction of Lucius.
Draco was frozen watching with wide fearful eyes as his father fall from his chair screaming writhing on the floor in pain. The curse ended just as quickly and Lucius had to struggle back to his feet, pulling himself up he sat down in the chair he had just fallen from. Draco was still staring, not daring to believe what he had just seen, but knowing that it was something that he would never forget as long as he lived. The strong independent man that Draco had always known as his Father was no longer there. Instead Draco saw a full grown wizard who sat in the presence of the Dark Lord as one of his proud followers, and yet feared the snake like man as much as if not more than Draco did.
“I take it my warning is quite clear?” Voldemort asked, catching Draco's attention again. Draco nodded quickly, not trusting his voice. “You may leave then,” Voldemort dismissed him, picking the box up off the table and holding it out for Draco to take.
Trying to stop his hands shaking, Draco stood from his seat stepping forward he took the box. The pale hand closed around his in a surprisingly tight grip, and Draco found himself looking into the face of the monster.
“Do not disappoint me, Draco,” Voldemort said, letting Draco go. Looking down at the tiny box in his hand, Draco opened it. Inside was a ring that he had seen many times before, it was one of his father's, so no one would be able to question him having it.
“Who am I supposed to give this to?” Draco asked.
“Harry Potter.”
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