Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Shake it, Bake it, Brew it	By : Blackkitten23 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 70342 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 30
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or make a profit off my stories

Chapter List
- 15
- 16
- 17
(I’m thinking)
“I’m speaking”
Last Time:
Frightened false blue eyes looked at the vampire and Harry said something truly bone chilling “I think my scar is a horcrux. There’s a piece of the Dark Lord’s soul in my head”
XXXXXXXXXX
Being over 500 years old the vampire had knowledge on many things so he knew exactlywhat a horcrux was “oh … this is bad. You’re going to need the goblins!” Trocar raced to the door and opened it to yell “Frank get up here and bring your cloak!”
Harry’s mind was spinning so badly he didn’t understand what was going on until Trocar put on the large black cloak the werewolf had “Trocar? What are you …” the baffled wizard trailed off as his vampire mentor took the cloak from the werewolf and covered himself.
“we are going to Gringotts” Trocar said matter of factly as he covered his hands with a pair of gloves.
“but it’s broad daylight outside! You can’t go!” Harry gaped as he was blatantly ignored. Thankfully Frank looked just as displeased by this arrangement. He most likely thought Harry needed the cloak, which is why he brought it so this was not expected.
“Harry is right Trocar. If this is important I’ll bring a couple of Greyback’s pack mate’s and have them go back and forth to report to you, but you can’t risk going outside” Frank said trying to negotiate so the vampire wouldn’t recklessly dive into the sunlight.
Trocar’s eyes narrowed and he slowly walked up to his taller werewolf friend in a rather threatening way “Harry is not going to go through this without me there by his side and no one will stop me. Not you, not Harry and certainly not the sun. Get. In. The. Floo” Trocar hissed threateningly. To Frank’s credit he lasted a full ten seconds in the following stare down before sighing and giving up. As Frank and Harry made their way to the floo he opened the apartment door and stuck his head out into the hallway “Harry has a chunk of the Dark Lord’s soul in his scar. We’re going to Gringotts to get it removed” he said knowing full well that most if not all the occupants of Eventide heard what he said.
Severus, who wasn’t sulking in his room like Harry thought, but actually stuck between the wall in front of his own apartment and Sanguini, raised an eyebrow “can the goblins remove it?” he asked taking the chance to slip away from the vampire who was clearly stunned by this announcement.
“yes” Trocar remarked as he turned away and zipped over to the fireplace. He paused in a moment of surprise as he saw a cloaked Armel standing protectively next to Harry and Frank, but shrugged it off. That pause gave Severus just enough time to join them before the flames of the floo to take them away.
“how did you discover this Harry?” Severus asked curiously as the group stepped into the wizarding bank, which was letting in sunlight near the front right where the floos were. Neither of the vampires let that stop them although the potion master was positive he heard a faint sizzling sound so perhaps one of the vampires didn’t cover themselves well enough … do they serve blood here for this kind of thing?
“from a scroll” Harry commented vaguely albeit he was a bit distracted with this most recent change and hoped this can be solved without any more drama.
Griphook came into the lobby clearly aware that his client has entered the bank “Cache, come to my office to discuss your reason for visiting Gringotts”
Cache nodded distractedly “thank you for seeing me so quickly Master Griphook” he said as they quickly followed the goblin. Once they were safe in the office he smelled the faint smell of burnt flesh and glanced at his two vampire companions “would it possible for some blood to be provided? I think there was an injury when we came in here”
The goblin seemed puzzled until Armel and Trocar dropped the hoods of their cloaks revealing themselves to be vampires and that Armel had a mild burn on his right cheek. The vampire was so tall it was easy to see why it was hard to dodge the sun “I understand completely. A glass for both of you or just one?”
“I’m fine so just one for Armel” Trocar answered as they each took a seat. Griphook made a note on a slip of paper and moments after it flew off a goblin came in with a tray that had a wine glass filled with blood “excellent service” he said as he saw Armel take the glass and drink the crimson contents. The burn started healing soon after a couple sips were taken and the glass was set on the goblin’s desk when it was finished …
“we here at Gringotts strive for excellence when it comes to our costumers. However I must admit it is a shame that a creature was injured in our establishment. Normally vampires don’t wish to visit when humans are around so it is a surprise to see two before dusk. I take it this is an emergency” Griphook said refraining from calling Harry by his name in case all those present weren’t aware.
Harry absentmindedly patted Lyra and Libra’s heads when they nuzzled him in an attempt to be comforting “I read an old scroll detailing sins against nature. The passage on horcruxes seemed all too similar to something I went through at school. During my first year of school I felt my scar hurt every time I got close Professor Quirrell. At the end of the year I went to keep the Philosopher’s Stone from being stolen from the third corridor. I wasn’t alone, but we were only first years since no adult believed us or wasn’t around at the time” he glanced at Severus who he knew was the only person who believed him, but turned back to the goblin “in the end I was left to face the thief alone because the people with me left for the infirmary. I didn’t actually think anyone was there already … I had hoped to take the stone before the thief got there, but I’m not that lucky. Professor Quirrell was there and apparently he wasn’t alone … latched onto to the back of his head was a living face thing … a thing that called itself Voldemort. When Quirrell’s body was destroyed this ghostly Dark Lord flew through my body and escaped … throughout the entire event my scar was hurting”
A tense silence lingered as the goblin considered what he was just told “what you described is … unnerving, but it is exactly what would be expected if the concept of horcruxes is involved. Do not worry though for this is a treatable condition. For a soul fragment to be removed a ritual must be preformed. Before that can be done I want to see the size of the soul piece first so we know how many horcruxes there are out there” the goblin said as he grabbed a small round gold statue of a witch who’s lower half was smoke off the shelf behind him all while mentally scolding himself. This scan should’ve been done when Harry first came here, but only the basic medical scans were done. Yes, the abuse was horrendous and they had to focus on getting Harry to a safe place, but the boy survived a killing curse! Who knows what that could do to a person? … this was long overdue …
Frank barely noticed Trocar fussing over Harry as the goblin handed the figure, that looked like a nesting doll, over to the young wizard “how many could there be?”
“the maximum number of pieces for most souls is 7 or 8, which means one main fragment and 6 or 7 horcruxes anchoring the main fragment to this world” Griphook commented as he adjusted Harry’s grip on the figurine “this is a specially charmed nesting doll. Hold it against your scar and let it fall apart. The piece it ends with will tell us how big the piece is and give us an estimate of the number of horcruxes”
Harry did as instructed and placed the figure against the spot where his scar was hidden. Technically the lightening bolt scar on his forehead was the only scar that could not be treated by the Nerve Tonic. At first it was thought to be because the dark magic from the killing curse hasn’t dissipated yet, but this revelation changed everything. Dark magic from the horcrux would never have gone away meaning the scar would never be able to heal until the soul fragment was removed …
Moments after the charmed object made contact the top half of the figure popped off and hit the floor revealing a smaller figure inside. Then the top half of the second figure popped off as well and the trend continued for four more times. The seventh figure remained complete, but began silently crying large tears and Griphook gestured for Harry to give him the figure along with its many bisected lower halves …
“each time the soul splits it splits in half so this means that you have a small sixth level piece of a soul in your scar Harry. The smallest, but complete figure represents the main soul fragment, which was most likely the Dark Lord you met at school. This procedure should go easily. I’ll get you the necessary potion and order the ritual. It’s not expensive, but we’ll discuss that later” Griphook said dismissively as he took the figure’s many halved parts from the rather relieved young wizard.
“so what does this mean? That we have to find seven pieces of the Dark Lord before he … returns?” Severus asked finally coming out of his stunned daze. The second Harry told the full story and the goblin used the word ‘anchor’ he understood the gravity of the situation.
The Dark Lord was alive …
Even without a body he is managing to get around by possessing people …
If he isn’t stopped soon he could come back to full power and that can’t be allowed to happen …
“actually it’s only necessary to find the six horcruxes and destroy them before Voldemort gets a real body. Then the main soul piece will disappear on its own however YOU do nothing” Griphook snapped as he gathered all the figure’s upper halves and arrange the parts on his desk so the proper upper half of each figure was set next to its proper lower half and the small sobbing figure was set at the end of the line “this is not a task a human, especially ones inexperienced with soul magic, should have any involvement in. The goblins here at Gringotts will handle the procedure. If you wish to help you can give us insight on the Dark Lord’s activities. Since you, Lord Prince, were once a Death Eater you may know about certain objects that the Dark Lord took a special interest in or gave to people for protection. Those items may be horcruxes. Does anything like that sound familiar?” the goblin asked as he scribbled a note down for the request of a ritual and a potion and let the note fly off.
Severus remained silent for a moment as he carefully thought back through his dark past. Before long his eyes widened and looked apologetically at Harry “I think we need to get the Malfoys involved”
Harry sighed “yeah … ok … crap, I didn’t bring my counter potion”
The professor gave a halfhearted snort “I think having Voldemort’s soul in your skull is enough for them to realize who you are … I’ll be right back” Severus said as he stood up to leave for the floos in the lobby.
Just after the professor left a tray with a vial floated into the room and Griphook handed Harry the potion after making sure it was the right one “you need to take this before the ritual. It will prevent damage to your soul as we remove it, but it takes 30 minutes for full effect so we will wait here until the ritual room is ready. A word of warning, the ritual is a safe procedure, but it is painful and you will feel groggy after”
“as long as he is out of my head I don’t care” Harry said and drank the potion in one go.
Trocar rubbed circles on Harry’s back trying to calm the young wizard though the kneazles were doing a better job by laying on his feet and rolling around cutely “it’ll be over before you know it”
XXXXXXXXXX
“LUCIUS!”
The Malfoy family head whirled around nearly tripping on his desk with how fast he was moving “Severus? What’s going on? Is something wrong?” he asked his friend who was leaning on the door frame and looked like he ran full speed across six Quidditch fields to get here.
“you need to … get to Gringotts” Severus panted in exhaustion. Narcissa and Draco raced into the hall just behind Severus. They must’ve attempted to race after the potion master when they saw him in order to see what the problem was.
Lucius raised an eyebrow “the goblins didn’t send me any letters”
“it was faster for me to come here” Severus said finally recovering his breathing to a normal level.
“what could possibly be so urgent?” Lucius asked his normally stoic friend.
Severus gritted his teeth trying to control himself “the Dark Lord split his soul into pieces so he couldn’t die. He’s still out there and we have to take this chance to destroy the soul pieces anchoring him here or he’ll return with a body and full power”
“I’m coming” Lucius remarked without a moment hesitation and went down the stairs with Severus, Draco and Narcissa in tow “Draco you should stay-”
“I’m going father. If one thing went differently when Cache helped us I would be forced to bond with the Dark Lord … please father, I want to know what’s going on and that that monster is really gone” Draco stated pleadingly.
It wasn’t a point Lucius liked to remember, but Draco did have a valid reason for wanting to get involved so he relented “very well” they three Malfoys and Severus flooed into the bank and were allowed to go to Griphook’s office where they were surprised to see Cache sitting there as well “Cache? What are you doing here?”
Blue eyes looked up and Cache smiled halfheartedly “I kind of stumbled on some information that lead to the discovery of the Dark Lord’s continued survival” he answered and mentally winced when he saw the family, Draco especially, smile gratefully at him.
Lucius nodded and looked at the goblin “what type of things can be used to hide these soul pieces?”
Griphook scoffed “anything really. Books, jewelry and people …” the goblin glanced at Harry who seemed be as prepared for this as he’ll ever be.
“people?” Narcissa looked at her husband and then at Cache “Cache how is it possible for you to have a piece of the Dark Lord’s soul?”
“it has to do who you really are, right?” Draco asked innocently wanting to know who his friend was since the hints in the letters began.
“yes” Cache said knowing that the Malfoys were probably thinking along the lines of ‘Death Eater’s kid used as an awful tool’ theory, but while that would make sense it wasn’t the reality “I had no choice but to go into hiding when it became clear I would die at the hands of my guardians and my previously unknown magical guardian was no help. He only wanted my money. After managing to get away I brewed some potions. One to recover all the height I lost due to years of on and off starvation. It was tweaked a little so I apparently gained more than what was probably supposed to happen. The other potion was to change my hair and eye color. That potion’s healing properties fixed my eyes, which lead to the potion you took for nerve healing and … you knew me Draco”
“I did?” Draco questioned trying to recall who would even compare to Cache. The kneazles purring were the only sounds for a second.
The young apprentice felt Armel squeeze his shoulder gently as Trocar’s hand never moved from the spot on his back and Frank, surprising enough, remained silent “you did … I would’ve come off as easily swayed for I fell for all the basic gossip and was overly trusting of the wrong people-”
“a side effect of the loyalty spells you were exposed to throughout your childhood” Severus said making it clear there was much more to the boy’s attitude than being a weak minded fool.
Cache sighed “yeah those … I was shorter than you. I was rather judgmental, but not mean and despite the spells and one person’s constant pressuring I never bullied like others in my house. Also I wore glasses since my eyes were terrible”
That was more than enough for all the Malfoys to understand …
“Harry Potter” Lucius answered in disbelief, but that disbelief faded and he became serious “loyalty spells? Abuse? … who was your magical guardian? Charges should be filed immediately! This is outrageous! No child let alone an heir should’ve suffered like that!”
While Harry took comfort in the obvious acceptance in both Narcissa and Lucius’s eyes, but it didn’t stop he worry he felt when Draco seemed almost too quiet “Dumbledore-”
“what!” Narcissa gasped “why are you going back to Hogwarts at all? You should go as far away as possible”
“to be perfectly honest I was going to stay away … when Severus and Poppy made the offer I was going to decline, but then I saw Dumbledore loaming over a very high ranking patient” Harry said knowing he didn’t have to break his St. Mungo’s oath since there was an announcement in the paper celebrating the Minister’s recovery … everyone present no doubt put those unnerving pieces together “that old fool has so much influence I can’t just hide anywhere. I played a trick with the trackers that were on me so the only person capable of identifying me is running around America on a wild goose chase. With Remus out of the way and mental shields Dumbledore failed to breach I am safest right under his nose. Dumbledore needs someone who doesn’t stay at Hogwarts and therefore can’t fall under the very slow acting loyalty spells, such as the ones Severus was under, to watch him. I intend to pick apart his schemes starting with replacing his pawn, Harry Potter, with, Cache, who has proven to be an effective thorn in the fool’s side” Harry explained surprising those present with how determined he sounded.
Griphook scoffed “I personally like the reasoning behind Harry’s plans, but we are not here for this. Lord Malfoy, are you aware of any objects that were of particular interest to the Dark Lord?”
“unfortunately yes … my father was forced to protect a book. A diary, it’s in my office” Lucius said.
“and Bellatrix used to brag about being entrusted with something. She didn’t have much of a home with the Lestranges, but she had a vault and access to Grimmauld Place so she could’ve hid it there” Narcissa explained.
The goblin nodded “I will need permission to send a search team to all those places. I will have to have to ask you to stay here until the search is done. It won’t take long. Harry go to the ritual room just down the hall they should be ready for you”
“thank you master Griphook” Harry said as he stood up and went towards the door.
“we’ll go with you” Severus said when he saw that the goblin didn’t comment when the three dark creatures followed Harry out the door. The Malfoys gave hand written permission signed in blood to Griphook and they went down the hall to join the young wizard and the creatures. Even Draco who seemed to be in a state of denial and had yet to look Cache in the eyes.
Trocar watched nervously on the sidelines as Harry followed this different goblin’s instructions and laid on the rune circle. When glancing around the room for something to distract himself from the ritual starting he spotted Lucius’s cane “over 500 years old and an experienced rune master and I’ve never seen such half assed warding. What idiot tried to tie a cane to a house? It’s horrid” he commented. Lucius was amazed that they found someone who could rewire their wards, but just before he could ask a pain filled scream bounced off the walls drawing everyone attention back to Harry just in time to see blood erupt from the spot where a scar should be “HARRY! Let me go Armel!” Trocar screamed in worry as he tried to run into the rune circle. Technically Frank grabbed the mother owl around the waist, but it wasn’t enough for Trocar to even notice let alone stop him so the werewolf was dragged along for the ride until Armel grabbed Trocar by the arm and dragged both creatures away. Severus made the mistake of scoffing at the worried vampire “you keep quiet or I’ll tell Sanguini you fancy him as much as he fancies you. Lets see if he ever lets you go again!”
“that vampire only wants me as a personal blood bank” Severus said confidently. He was sure that’s what it was. Why else would the vampire landlord be trying to tempt him at every turn? When Severus moved in he was given expensive chocolates. Next came the necklaces with the powerful gems. Just this morning he found a box of rare and expensive potion ingredients. Clearly Sanguini wanted only one thing … blood!
Frank deadpanned “well you aren’t completely wrong. Sanguine wants a bodily fluid, but it’s the white kind not the red kind”
Trocar swatted Frank on the back of the head “there’s a child present” he scolded the werewolf along with Narcissa. They were each in their own way trying not to focus on Harry’s pain since they couldn’t interfere with the ritual. Unfortunately that meant Severus was forced to explain about what was going on with Sanguini. When Severus explained to Lucius and Narcissa he stared second guessing Sanguini’s motives … especially when his friends found his assumption hilarious given the gifts.
Draco, who was the only one giving Harry his full attention despite the worried kneazles nuzzling him, kept staring at the lightening bolt shaped gash pouring blood out of Cache’s head. At first he thought this was a mistake, but he couldn’t deny that Harry and Cache were one and the same now … not with that distinctively shaped wound. He wanted to be furious at Harry, but how could he when the young wizard was screaming in pain?
“is it over?” Draco asked as Harry fell limp hoping the pain would stop. The end came a second later when a spooky ghost thing was dragged out of the bloody lightening bolt by the runes (that’s Voldemort … I can’t believe Harry was stuck with that thing for so long) he thought as his parents moved closer to him almost protectively.
“it’s over” Armel said and released Trocar who wasted no time to help Harry home after he was healed.
Lucius looked down at his son as his wife continued to tease Severus for misunderstanding something so simple “Draco … I know you must feel confused by this, but at least try to talk to Harry. I think he wants to be friends with you and make up for the way he treated you … besides he has done a great deal for us and that oath we made means we can’t betray him so try to forgive him”
“I will father” Draco said, but he still wanted to be mad …
XXXXXXXXXX
Dumbledore grinned at the floor of his office where a new rune circle was drawn “just a little more time and I’ll at least have a golem to hide the brat’s disappearance” he said. This had to be done now for the Hogwarts Express will be arriving any second. It will be easy to say Potter missed the train. No one will find it weird not like if the boy never arrived at all …
With all the portraits frozen to prevent witnesses he began a ritual of his own. The headmaster held a little curly black hair he found in the Dursleys’ cupboard over the rune sequence and dropped it …
- 15
- 16
- 17
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Shake it, Bake it, Brew it