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Reforging old bonds	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12611 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All rights for the creation of the Harry Potter novels go to J. K. Rowling. I make no money from this piece of fictional writing

Chapter List
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Title: Reforging old bonds
Pairing: future drarry, implied Remus x Severus
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summery: Harry grows up as Remus and Severus' son, spending school hours at Hecate's school for young witches and wizards. Despite the slight difference in their ages his guardians arrange play dates with both the Malfoy heir, Draco who is Severus' other godson and the Longbottom heir, Neville.
Author's Note: Since my Draco is older, I decided he had a previous obsession with dragons due to his name. Also that he would want to have Harry practice facing dragons so that in keeping with Slytherin values such as resourcefulness, cunning and self-preservation. I also have done my best to present Slytherin fraternity, cleverness and determination.
Disclaimer: No this isn't exactly canon book or movie-verse Third Task. This is my Third Task so it won't be the same and don't expect it to be.

Chapter 21- The Third Task

In May Harry, Viktor and Fleur were escorted to the Quidditch Pitch supposedly to discuss the Third Task.

Viktor and Harry were both distressed to see the pitch had strange hedges growing on it.

Viktor muttered in Russian or Bulgarian about the desecration of a Quidditch pitch but Harry couldn’t understand him.

Harry loved to fly and to see his beloved pitch so changed was painful.

Fleur on the other hand was confused…

“Well since you’re here I’ll tell you what to expect for the Third Task. With Dumbledore’s permission we’re building a maze and the object is to claim the Triwizard Cup at its heart. Don’t worry Harry, your pitch will be back to normal come September. You’ll enter by order of scores so Viktor will enter first, fifteen minutes later Harry will enter and fifteen minutes after that it will Fleur’s turn to enter the maze. What you’ll encounter might be creatures or spells, it’s a maze so use your imagination!”

Bagman blathered on and on, without giving any decent information after that.

Harry and his fellow champions were more than happy to get away from him.

Fleur especially, his behavior was unseemly and if a bloke looked at his sisters like Bagman looked at Fleur, Harry would hex them and hang the consequences.

XooooooX

June 23, 1995

The day of the Third Task arrived…

Harry was surprised when he and Viktor were escorted to the anti-chamber from First Year by papa.

Inside were their families…

Harry was hugged tightly by his sisters, his hair was ruffled by his dad and papa just beamed at him.

Viktor was greeted by his Gryffindor brother Mikhail and his family.

Fleur also had her sister and parents present.

They visited their families through lunch which was delivered by house elves of course.

Neither of the champions could bring themselves to eat dinner.

They were escorted out to the Pitch at quarter to seven and where they met Bagman and three professors plus Hagrid.

The Maze was surrounded by twenty-foot tall hedges and there was a gap, the entrance right before them. There seemed to be little light, making it appear foreboding and creepy…

Professors McGonagall, Flitwick and his dad, Remus along with Hagrid seemed to be marshals responsible for overseeing one side of the maze. They all had large red luminous stars attached to their robes or in Hagrid’s case, his vest.

His dad squeezed his shoulder, “We are going to be patrolling the outer walls of the maze, if you get into difficulty, and wish to be rescued, send red sparks into the air, and one of us will come and get you, do you understand?”

Harry, Viktor and Fleur nodded.

They were soon subjected to Bagman’s irritating voice as he welcomed them to the Third Task.

Viktor was eventually called for to cheers and catcalls to enter the maze.

Harry was anxious, he’d studied all types of spells and even creatures in preparation for this with Draco and Blaise’s help of course but he still was uneasy.

All too soon it was Harry’s turn to enter the maze.

Hogwarts chose to cheer him on probably because the press was there…

Harry took the same fork as Viktor, only to find that once inside the maze he could no longer hear the crowd.

That unnerved him more than the deep shadows cast by the hedges despite it being summer and daylight. Harry swallowed and cast the lumos spell.

Harry reached another fork, only this time he chose left.

Harry took turns casting lumos and point me to attempt to get his barings.

If he stood still for too long, the hedges seemed to come alive and move, advancing on him as if they meant to devour him.

After quite a bit of wandering, that dratted whistle sounded and Fleur had been summoned into the maze.

All he had encountered so far was the maze chasing him deeper into itself, nothing in front of him had emerged. No spells or even creatures…

This was more disconcerting then the darkness, was the maze trying to lure him into a false sense of security?

Then he turned and felt a shiver pass through him, Harry stiffened and cursed.

Floating towards him was a dementor…

His dad had taught them all the Patronus charm quite early, to be fair he taught it to Harry his Third Year only to have Nemia and Artemis demand to learn it as well.

“Expecto Patronum!” Harry yelled, summoning his memory of dancing in Draco’s arms at the Yule Ball to the forefront of his mind.

Harry’s greyhound patronus raced towards the dementor only for it for trip on its own robe and fall face-first onto the grass of what was the pitch.

Harry snorted, of course they wouldn’t have an actual dementor.

Likely, they had dad find a boggart. Lupins had always had the strange ability to track boggarts…

This time he cast Riddikulus to make the boggart disappear into a puff of smoke with a loud crack.

Harry came to another fork and cast the point-me spell only to realise he was going too far East.

Going back or standing still too long had the maze chasing him, so Harry chose to try to find a fork heading West.

Unfortunately, the first choice leading West was blocked by a strange golden mist like enchantment.

Before he could take a step, Harry heard a very loud, long feminine scream.

Shit, Fleur!

Without thinking things through at all, Harry found himself running into the mist.

Harry was spun round and round until he stopped only to find that the sky was strangely green. His hair and glasses hung quite funny as if the latter was about to fall off his face. His feet were hanging from the now green sky and the ground seemed to be dark and fathomless. His entire body felt heavy as if he would soon be pulled straight into the ground.

Fleur was in trouble; his only choice was to keep moving.

It took all of his strength to take one step…

It was the right choice he supposed, Harry ended up sprawled on what felt like the floor of the pitch, the golden light of the mist lit up the area in front of him.

Harry hurried along, pausing briefly when he reached another fork.

He could see nothing to let him know which way he should go if he wished to help her.

By now, Fleur’s scream had faded.

What had happened to her? Was she alright? He hadn’t seen any gold sparks unless it happened while he was trapped in the mist.

Since the right fork was headed West when he needed to be, Harry took it and his feeling of unease returned in full force.

One champion down…

The cup had to be close…

Then out of the darkness, a glassy-eyed Viktor appeared.

“Crucio!”

Harry dodged, “Petrificus Totalus!”

Viktor stiffened and then toppled over.

Harry summoned a pre-inked quill and scrap of parchment. He used a blood-tied sticking charm to attach the note to Viktor’s cloak.

“Dad,

I think Viktor was Imperioed. He tried to curse me. I think he hurt Fleur. Get help!

Harry’

Harry touched Viktor’s wand to cast red sparks with it and then reluctantly continued on.

He still found no trace of Fleur though he kept choosing dead ends…

Finally, he found a decent path headed in the right direction.

To Harry’s dismay, he was tackled by an Acromantula…

Harry yelled the spider killing curse that threw the giant spider twenty feet into the hedge and it seemed to absorb it.

Harry finally spotted the Triwizard Cup and he practically had to crawl towards it.

The Acromantula’s tackle had sprained his ankle.

Harry finally reached the cup, he didn’t want to win but with Viktor likely Imperioed and Fleur injured, the only champion left was unfortunately himself.

Harry used the pedestal to call himself up and grabbed the cup.

Whatever he was expecting, it wasn’t to be portkeyed away to land in the Forbidden Forest.

At least that’s where he seemed to be…

He could hear what seemed to be strange clicking noised, not unlike the acromantula that attacked him.

“You should be grateful…you will die an honourable death. A Triwizard champion manages to claim the cup only to end up poisoned by one of the maze’s own obstacles. Your luck continues to astonish me Potter. I had hoped that you would have been injured fatally by your dragon or drownt in the Black Lake in the previous task. Your mother thwarted a prophecy you see. Your survival unmarked by Voldemort was unacceptable, this meant that he failed. Without Voldemort for you to fight, there is no need for you to live. Goodbye Harry Potter, I am sure that your parent will be glad to see you. Say hello for me!”

The voice disappeared into the dark of the forest…

The clicking grew louder and more frenzied.

Then he heard loud almost battle cries and the clicking turned to screams.

All around Harry flew arrows.

Harry was picked up gently and placed on the back of a red-haired centaur.

“Hold on young Harry. We much get you away from here.”

“The cup!” Harry whispered, weak with fright.

The centaur used something to keep his hand from touching the Triwizard Cup and Harry fainted soon after…

XooooooX

Draco hadn’t seen Harry since Breakfast when Uncle Severus took Harry and Viktor away.

His sense of unease grew most of the day…

He didn’t actually see Harry until they were escorted out to the Quidditch pitch of all places where that maze his boyfriend mentioned stood ominously in the Summer evening sunlight.

Bagman welcomed them to the Third Task in that nauseating way of his, describing the Task’s goal before inviting Krum who had the highest score to enter first.

Then fifteen minutes later, Harry, his Harry entered that maze.

They could see nothing despite the height of the Stadium’s seats…

Eventually it was Delacour’s turn to enter the maze as well.

All he could do was sit and wait.

It seemed ages when sparks went up, announcing that a champion had resigned from the competition.

Was it Harry?

The maze opened up and spat out a much larger body.

Viktor Krum?

Krum didn’t move and Uncle Remus who was the first to reach him became quite agitated.

His wolf patronus headed up to Draco’s section in the stands.

“Andromeda, come quick.”

Draco was surprised when his imperious Aunt turned into a raven and flew straight towards Draco’s Defence Professor.

Whatever was going on, it wasn’t good…

Draco clenched his fists, why wasn’t the one to resign Harry?

What happened to Krum anyway?

The questions remained unanswered and Draco’s temper shortened.

Silence was all that came from the maze…

Then slowly, the inner maze walls crumbled…

The Tournament staff members rushed forward likely to cancel spells and retrieve creatures within the maze.

Just as the last of the walls turned to dust, out of the Forbidden Forest running at a full gallop was a centaur.

In one hand they held the Triwizard Cup and the other seemed to be holding Harry onto its back.

How did his Harry end up in the Forbidden Forest?

The Centaur skidded to a halt, beside Uncle Remus and Aunt Andromeda.

Harry’s adopted dad took Harry in his arms, his boyfriend was not moving.

Draco pulled his Nimbus 2001 out of his pocket, returning it to its proper size and leap on it. His parents tried to call him back but he ignored them. He landed near his Aunt who was examining Harry.

“He’s fainted. He’s also had a nasty bite from an Acromantula as well as a twisted ankle. Just what happened in there?”

“Healer we found Delacour. She’s in a delicate way.”

“Bring her here.” His aunt snapped.

“Can’t. she’s been crucioed and then a dark spell encased her in ice. If we touch her, she’ll shatter.”

“Imbeciles…I am surrounded by incompetence.” his aunt muttered. “Take Harry back to the castle. He’s stable but if Severus has an anti-venom for Acromantula potion he needs one. I’ll go see about that Veela. I want Aurors! Bagman do something useful and get me Aurors!”

Bagman trembled.

Harry had been poisoned and injured, if he had the cup, did that mean he won?

Who crucioed Delacour?

His quicksilver eyes fell on the scrap of parchment on Krum’s chest and narrowed when he recognized Harry’s handwriting.

Krum was imperioed? Did that mean that Krum crucioed Delacour?

Draco hated questions without answers…

Draco followed Uncle Remus towards the castle only to be met by Uncle Severus and Harry’s sisters Artemis and Nemia.

Something was very wrong here…

XooooooX

It was late when Harry regained consciousness…

Draco woke up at once.

Uncle Severus and Remus had left Harry in his arms on their settee, while they napped.

A charm went off as Harry moaned.

Aunt Andromeda entered Draco’s line of sight casting spells to see if Harry’s condition had improved of worsened.

Once she was satisfied she allowed Draco’s cousin Tonks to retrieve Harry’s memories from the Task.

There would be a serious investigation into the Task since Harry was apparently kidnapped and unforgivable used on the other champions.

Once Tonks had Harry’s memories she slipped into Uncle Severus’ office likely to floo to the Ministry.

Harry and Draco were both given mild sleeping draughts and ordered to sleep.

Draco wanted to know just what happened to Harry but the potion and his aunt sent him to sleep with still unanswered questions…

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?
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