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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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A/N~(Look up Tasseography, or Tessomancy for the tea leaves meanings if you must)
Just a note about Harry for everyone reading. If you think Harry’s actions are juvenile and since he has been an adult for a long time they shouldn’t be, I appeal to you (if you are an adult over 25, think about it.) Young people live lives believing they know it all...they think they have it all figured out… I know, I was one of them. Then you grow up, and have kids and a life, and responsibilities… and what comes with that is the knowledge bomb, you really don’t know what you thought you knew… the older you get, the more you realize you don’t know squat, and you are learning all over again. Comparing life, work and such to high school is very true. We rarely let loose our emotional storms, we just internally process them more as we get older. We also learn how to handle situations better so others are not whipped by our emotions, we lash out less, but harder when pressed.
djaddict - I really want to show how real Severus and Harry’s relationship can be. Severus was so much smaller when his father killed the puppy, I am not sure there would be enough power for AK to mean anything there, but I know what you're saying. It was a lot, and the journey is one that Severus has kept to himself for so long. At no time will we see a not *dark* Severus, but he will get some healing and well deserved trust on his terms. As far as their ‘scenes’ well, I write what they lead me to write. And they are hot, just as much as Harry and Draco are, in my opinion. I have plans for Vincent and Sev… so you will just have to wait a bit. Lucius isn’t going anywhere…:D I like him too...I fixed your nit pick with a few well placed words… thanks...Just one? lol I’ll take what I can get right?.
reba - please don’t take this the wrong way, I love getting reviews, I just can’t let this go unanswered as I am a nitpick over everything Harry Potter. So here is just a brief response… First… Harry Potter at no time in cannon ever made it to 40. EVER...I personally know this well due to the fact that I was born around the same time he was… the books ended in 2017 (the 19 years later) and he would only be 37 at that time… Second...I do pride myself on researching before and during when I write. Harry only had beautiful christmases in his vision (in my story) and since the plot of this story was set during 1995-1996 (Harry’s 5th year) he has not technically had a single christmas outside of the Dursley’s or Hogwarts, so this is what Sirius would know at this point. All the other characters are adjusting to the fact that Harry is not a 15 year old boy anymore (In his attitude and now appearances). Sirius has only had a few months and a few talks with Harry, not enough to fully get used to ‘adult’ Harry. If you look it up, you will find that Harry spent Christmas Holidays from year 1 to year 4 at Hogwarts. Year 5 in cannon was the first time he spent with the Weasleys in St. Mungos (book), Grimmauld (movies).    And the Weasley clan may be loud… but Sirius also knows how much they mean to Harry… Any adult, would not want to keep Family away from Harry. Especially when Harry prioritizes family above else, and everyone knows the Weasleys are family to Harry. So I hope that explains a few things, I do not truly mean to offend, but to explain. Thank you for reading, and I hope you continue.
Morganabythesea - I thank you for reading the story. I will look into the margin issue… not sure I can fix that… but I think I can try taking out some of the “~” at the beginning of each chapter… on my phone that is what causes issues...so I’ll look into that.
delia cerrano - No they will not age anymore… as far as Harry… I may not have gotten his real looks across as well as I had intended… For Harry’s build (think Magic Mike), For Draco’s build & hair (think Orlando Bloom as Legolas). So Harry is not ‘The Rock’, just taller and stronger than he would have been, similar to Mike (who I would define as muscled and built). As far as who V will attack next… Just wait…its coming in a few chapters… nothing so shocking though… just a bit of.. no can’t say it… will give too much away.
Meechypoo - I love your summaries… Yes, at times Harry is just a boy, but in a way we all are just kids at heart too… but it is his actions and reasons that make him the adult he is.

Ciara_D - Glad to have you reading it...I re-read it to ensure flow, and man it does take a while doesn’t it...a good story is one you can read and re-read and still love it… Glad you like my plot and how it flows. I really wanted this to be a real story, one with a thick plot, but with real relationships, real love and powerful emotions. As far as what is going on with Sirius, that is to come, at a separate time… He stated his piece early on, and right now Severus’ growth is the focus, later we will get to see, really see Sirius… So wait for it… :D..Dumbledore is human… a wizard, but human. They all are and this is one aspect that Dumbledore and Harry share, the outside see them as more than human or above human...I really want people to see that even with great power, great wisdom, they are human after all.
All - The next chapter will have a tension between one of our couples... It hit me, and well... Teaser: "when the words “goodbye” slipped from his lover’s mouth. He found his breath stolen, his chest frozen, his heart pounding in his ears. He wanted to shrink and fade away… "
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Chapter 22 - A New Normal
Harry walked in the beauty of Her meadow. The sun was brilliant, and the magic of the surrounding air was breathtaking. Everywhere glittered, and the softness of the flora was comforting. Harry sat and fingered a small yellow flower, letting the silk of the petals caress his fingers. He felt her when she moved across the ground. Her energy of life and torment was unmistakable. He looked up at her radiance, always in awe of her ever changing beauty. Today it was brilliant, and blinding… Her hair was gold like ripened wheat, covered in a spider’s web covering. Her skin was golden, kissed by the sun’s embrace.   Webs were woven tightly and flowed over her body covering every necessary element, but still free flowing with the wind. When she looked at him, he shivered, her eyes were the color of fresh blood, terrifying with their intensity.
“Tell me about Augurs...and how we are your sons, but yet sons of the moon and earth.” Harry mused, his hands shaping the stem of a flower into a knot.
“So much about you is different. What humans and wizards would call ‘legendary’. Do you really want to know?” She asked as she sat next to him. The flowers all leaned in her direction, and her hands swept across them. With the right ears, a sigh of love could be heard.
“You know me well, different is not something I like. Regardless, I want to understand what I have become. Knowing who and what I am allows me to better see my enemies and friends.” Harry explained.
“You have some of your own wisdom, Harry.” She smiled at him. She raised her hands and the brightness diminished to darkness, lit by the moon and the brilliant stars.
Her hands wove pictures from the stars as she told her story.
“Death and Life have always lived in a balanced state, the moon and the earth, their forces constantly drawing on each other. Death and I have on occasion came together during especially dark times, blessed children to carry on the work of balance. Not all of them have been Augurs, not all of them have been soul pairs. An Augur can be of both the moon or the earth. Each one receives special gifts outside the Augur powers, the moon grants his gifts of serenity, calm and a gravity of nature no one can resist. I commune with my earth children when they need guidance. The gifts of the earth are powers of the elements, a balanced darkness, and passionate emotions. The moon does not commune, or guide his blessed Augurs, he is reclusive at best… Soul pairs are rare as we bless the children together after we have sated ourselves and chosen our next sons or daughters. I usually see the children that Death blesses, but it seems your bonded was blessed and I did not see Death. He has not gone unseen for many ages…” She sounded wistful.
“Are Death and the Moon, one in the same? As you are life and the earth?” Harry asked.
She smiled at him, giving him all the answer he needed, “There have been others blessed who have walked the earth, the most recent were the ‘Sons of Destiny’ as your race had called them. They were brothers, born of different fathers to the same woman.” Her face saddened at the memory, “Alas, the woman did not live to see the power of her sons. Then Merlin, was blessed by the moon, and instilled as the Augur during the time of Le Fay...Evil is ever recurring in the world. Merlin’s bonded was my daughter, and she was a sight to behold. So you are an Augur, my son, and a soul pair to the son of the moon. Death will have to give you other answers, as I have no more for you.”
“What should I prepare for next?” Harry questioned.
“You will know when it is time, for now, read the book, and practice what you already know. Harness my fire so it does not consume you, your bonded is your shield. Look around you for tools to accomplish your goals. And balance, Harry, let love be your balance in an unbalanced world.” Her words were fading… Her world was fading...Harry was waking.
Harry woke to heated sensations spreading from his arm to the rest of his body. A soft tongue was stroking one of his runes, and the effect on his groin was electrifying. He pressed against Draco’s soft arse and groaned. He opened his eyes when Draco left his arms, only to see the sexiest sight. Draco first thing in the morning, disheveled, beautiful and hungry for him.
Silver eyes burned into his as he was rolled over onto his back and his lips captured by pure heat. Harry melted, Draco rarely ever took charge, but when he did, Harry was unable to mount any resistance. He loved the feel of the soft skin sliding against his, and the hot press of Draco’s mouth on his skin was enough to make him needy. His hands delved into blond silk, each strand sliding through his fingers as he caressed.
Draco opened his eyes and was still in awe. Every day he woke, he was more in love, and always entranced by how drawn he was to Harry. His attraction never dulled, or seemed to wane. In front of him was Harry’s lopsided arm, carelessly thrown over him in sleep. The veins that trailed from the hands down into the wrist called to him as they beat with the tempo of Harry’s heart. The olive skin was perfectly smooth as he touched it, he wanted more so he drew Harry’s arm closer to him as he stroked down one side, savoring the texture. He noted one rune, dark and beautiful. He bent his head to taste, this one tasted like cinnamon, sin and heat. Draco swiped his tongue across then pulled the flesh into his mouth, letting the flavor burst over him. He felt Harry move, moan and press against him. He wanted to taste more of Harry. He pulled out of Harry’s arms and then pushed him on his back. He tasted Harry’s chest, pulling one nipple into his mouth, and loving and savoring the flavor of his angel. Harry writhed beneath him, arching into his mouth, and creating sensations as his scalp was tenderly massaged. He moved lower breathing in the scent of Harry and reaching to touch soft heated steel.
“Draco…” Harry pleaded.
He was going to go insane. Draco’s lips were stirring up fire, his nips and kisses, starting an inferno in his blood. When Draco moved lower, Harry’s body rejoiced. Soft caresses drove him to madness, he needed Draco’s body, not just a tease. Draco moved then and surprised Harry, his need was engulfed in heat and Harry’s mind shattered. Sweet, sinful, hot velvet covered him. His hands released Draco’s locks for fear of pushing too far. That tongue licked, and he jerked, it lapped at him and he convulsed, Draco sucked and pulled and Harry cried out needing so much more.
Draco could hear the sensuous cries Harry was making, he wanted to savor, and when Harry’s fullness was fully in his mouth, he swirled his tongue. He let the flavor of Harry wash over him. He ached to have Harry inside him, so he licked slower and let his saliva drench Harry. He moved to straddle Harry’s hips, and slowly sank down. The burning pleasure took him over, nothing felt as good as Harry. His moan was loud and long. His own mind was sheer bliss as he started to move. Harry’s hands on his hips helped to guide his movements, and with each fall, Harry hit his prostate and stars exploded behind his eyes each time. Harry was moaning under him, and he shifted his hips to deliver a better angle. Harry cried out his name, and he felt the heated release inside him, driving him further over the edge as he spilled himself on to Harry’s chest.
Harry was in awe of his lover, the beauty, the wonder. It was almost more than he could handle when Draco sank down on him. He held still, waiting for Draco to move, and when he did, Harry could only hold on and ride out the pleasure storm. Draco’s movements were squeezing him, grasping him like a vice, and when Draco shifted, he could hold on no longer and gripped Draco tighter as he released into Draco’s heated entrance.
They fell against each other sated and worn out. Harry cleaned them up and Draco moved to settle closer. Harry cast a time spell, they had an hour before breakfast. So for a few more moments, they could bask in the love they shared.
They had spent the last few days with Harry setting up the Pensieve and making copies of his memories. He labeled each one for Draco so that he could progress incrementally. He would allow the sixth year classes, and each week of Auror training. Every class, every practice session, he wanted to give Draco every opportunity to be as knowledgeable of spells and the art of crafting them as he was. So Draco would watch and practice while he was teaching.
Harry entered his first class the that morning. He was early and eager to start teaching the third years that would be arriving soon. His door was opened and in walked a tall stoic woman. Harry had been expecting her. He knew that the Minister could not keep his nose out for long, why not start his first day. He swept his robes behind him and moved to greet her.
“Madam Bones, how nice to have you in my class.” Harry greeted and held out his hand.
“Thank you, Professor Potter. I am here at the Minister’s behest.” She replied, her face was controlled and calm. The lines on her face did not betray the shock at what she saw before her.   Only months ago a small boy, skinny for his age, and terrified came before the Wizengamot. The man before her, and yes he was a man, was nothing like the boy she thought she would be meeting. Something was definitely going on, and she was going to figure out what.
“Of course. I would expect nothing less. You are highly qualified to observe and inspect my teaching skills and outcome. I am honored. I will prepare a place for you. Do you prefer the front of the classroom or the back?” Harry asked, trying to be as accommodating as possible.
Amelia Bones was not a person to trifle with. She was fair and that is what made Harry so gracious. She would be swayed by the work he accomplished and nothing less. His respect for her was genuine, if only she had survived past the war. She would have helped make the ministry great.
Amelia scanned the room. She noted the alcove just to the left of the stairs to the office… perfect for observing.
“Behind you, in that alcove,” She pointed, “Would suit me fine. I will be doing reviews for all the teachers this year as well. The ministry needs to make sure the brightest and best are teaching our future leaders.”
Harry nodded, that did not bode well for one person. There had to be something he could think of. It seems that certain events were meant to be, but he could sway them for the better. Fate does not have to be harsh.
“I appreciate the honesty. Since this is my first year teaching, any advice you have is more than welcome.” Harry inclined his head towards her, before turning abruptly towards the rear of the room and situating it for her needs with a flourish of his wand.
She took her seat, and spread out her quill, and pad.
“Do you wish for the class to see you, or would you prefer to observe without the class aware of your presence?” Harry looked at her, smiling and genuine.
She had not really thought about that. The children may interact with their new teacher differently if they did not know she was there. The same could be said for if they knew she was watching.
“Both. Today, they will not know I am here. This way you can get your first day under way with no distractions. The next time, I will want to observe openly.” She said.
“Very good, a rotation then. Shall I do the honors?” Harry asked, again offering her a choice, letting her feel like she has some power over the situation. As long as he was cooperative, she was making intelligent choices. He was pleased.
She stood and cast a few charms and then sat back down.
Harry moved around the room getting it ready. He had third years arriving shortly. He walked over and charmed each desk.
“I am charming each desk to only accept one student of each house. This will force co-operation between houses. I will make changes if there is too much disruption. For this class we have Hufflepuff and Ravenclaws, so I expect no problems” Harry explained out loud. He then moved to ensure each desk included what looked like a metal sphere.
His classroom was ready for today’s lesson. This particular class needed remedial lessons on some very important charms. So today they would have a very short lecture and practical exercises.
One by one the class entered the door and Harry motioned for them to group at the back of the class before they tried to take their seats. Once everyone had filed in, did he instruct them.
“I am Professor Potter. I will make sure you are thoroughly prepared to be able to pass your OWLS, and to function in the world outside. These days are not entirely without dark wizards, and more are enticed by evil when we are not vigilant. So the first part of today’s lesson, is learning how to cooperate with someone outside your comfort zone. I ask you each to take a seat at the desks, but be aware, no desk will accept two of the same house. I challenge you to pair up with someone you normally would not. The seat assignments are NOT permanent. And you will be rotating partners throughout this class. Uncomfortable situations are all too normal, and learning how to make them comfortable is your responsibility.” Harry instructed. He waved for them to take their seats.
At first it was loud and chaotic. He waited a few moments, and the class settled and seats were filled. He was satisfied and moved to pull out a chalkboard, careful not to obstruct Amelia’s view.
“We will work on three charms today. During my observations last week, these are charms you all lack proper training for. And these are important, one particularly the most important defense spell in my personal arsenal.” Harry said.
The energy in the room seemed almost electric after he said the last line, Amelia was probably leaning forward wanting to know as well.
She was just that, what spell could be that important to Harry Potter. Her pen was poised to write and she, like every student was listening intently.
“The disarming charm, is my most important defense charm. This charm has helped me in many scrapes, and though it is considered a second year charm, it is one that is not likely expected. Most adults consider it for young children. What that way of thinking does, is put them at a disadvantage when an exceptionally powerful witch or wizard uses it against them. The next spell we will be learning today is the Freezing charm, followed by the summoning charm. Open your books to pages 15, 200 and 421 respectively. These passages will provide a good background on each of the charms. I will give you 20 minutes to review, before we go into the practicals.” Harry explained. He moved to sit back at his desk while they read. He fine tuned the lesson for his next class while they were reading.
Once they had finished, he kept the desk pairs. One student from each desk would press the button on the metal sphere and it would weave and bob in front of them. The other practiced the freezing charm on it. They moved on to the summoning charm after about 20 minutes. Harry cleared the desks out of the way for the disarming practice.
“I know all of you were hoping for no homework, but I am happy to disappoint. Next week I would like for you to turn in an essay. The length does not matter, but you must hit each point for the prompt. I want you to think of a charm or spell that is not associated with defense, and then describe at least two different types of scenarios where you can use it as a defensive spell. One key aspect of defense is utilizing your resources and keeping those around you from being able to anticipate you.” He pointed at his desk and several small parchments floated to each student’s bag.
His first class went well and he was pleased. They were all smiling as they left, filled with the excitement of magic. He quickly repositioned the desks and prepared for his first years.
He had a free period and lunch before he had to his next class. He turned to see Amelia collecting her things.
“Would you like an escort to lunch? Since it is your first lunch with us. We can discuss your observations if you like.” He offered.
“That won’t be necessary, the Headmaster has already commandeered my time. Thank you for your offer. As for my observations, I have only two. And one question.” She stated, staring up at him intently.
“I am listening.” Harry said, hoping to prompt her to talk.
“First observation, the interhouse desks are a very good idea. Second, Your approach with practicals and theory, could be better served with one class on theory and then the next all practice.” She stated.
“I agree with your last observation, though not all years have my class often enough in a week to allow for enough practice time. Third years are one of those, followed closely by the sixth years who only have double Defense once a week. So I chose to split the class time.” Harry explained.
“I had not realized, it has been a while since I studied myself.” She allowed.
“And what question do you have?” Harry asked.
“Why are you keeping secrets from the Minister?” She asked with her usual straight forward manner.
Harry looked at her, then really looking deeper, assessing her.
She could feel the penetration of that gaze, it was almost as if her own soul answered, offering up it’s worth to this man. She shook her head a moment.
“Because the Minister will know in due time. You will know when trust is earned.   I do not mean to be offensive or rude, but there are events in play that the Minister refuses to see. I must protect those I can, in light of his ignorance. Your temperament, allows for greater trust. I will prove that I belong here, and can do the job. I ask nothing more than your honest observance, opinion and guidance if necessary.” Harry stated.
Her eyes grew wider, but her face remained stoic. He was not telling her she could not know, but that the minister would not...Cornelius was paranoid, but she would bide her time and just keep to the job at hand. If the rest of his classes went this well, her reports would not be to the Minister’s liking.
Each year Harry taught throughout the week got the same assignment for homework. He wanted each class to learn that looking for the innocuous was worth while. The most interesting of his classes was definitely the 5th and 6th years.
Hermione and Ron did well in his class, taking the joint house desks seriously. Hermione paired herself with Pansy and Ron with Gregory. It was a bit of an odd sight, but they worked together really well. Neville and Blaise on the other hand surprised Harry immensely. Blaise seemed to pick up on certain traits of Neville’s and the boy shined like never before. Seamus was not having as good a luck since he paired himself with Millicent. They both seemed to have a penchant for pyrotechnics. Harry had found little lacking with the fifth year Gryffindors since practically all of them had attended his Defense group meetings, though the Slytherins were far outclassed. His house made him proud though, by tutoring their deskmates. Harry had prepared the lesson for the Summoning Charm and the Aguamenti charm as well, showing them scenarios where each could be used defensively. The sixth years were studying shields and Patronuses, Harry was especially happy with their progress, though he would be touching a few lower year spells that they did not seem to know well.
So far the only seating issues came from one of the most obvious places… The Twins. He expected nothing less, but cautioned them to ‘carefully’ instruct their seatmates correctly in the correct counter to the stinging hexes. Both Hufflepuffs left with a few blisters… Harry pulled the boys aside after class…
“I know both of you have things you could be doing...other than trying to get your partners marked.”
“Come on Harry, it was just a bit of fun.” They replied simultaneously.
Harry smiled at them, “I understand, and as your surrogate brother, your financier and now a teacher, I will impart a small piece of advice… “
The twins ears perked up…
“You both know what I am, and as such… I deem it imperative for you to realize your future lies outside of Hogwarts...finishing is not relevant for either of you.” Harry stated, “Just don’t let your mum know I said that.”
“We thought…”
“With the pig out of the way…”
“We would finish…”
“But we see your point…”
“We will consult with ourselves and …”
“Deliver our decision in a delightful manner…”
Harry always got a kick out of how well the boys thought and spoke together as if they were really one person. He watched them for a moment, really looking this time.   He understood...Finally… He knew… His own sorrow started to overwhelm him, he looked away and composed himself.
“I am behind you 100% as your secret investor...meaning I know nothing, and see nothing..” Harry offered.
The twins grinned back at him and walked out of his classroom, as closely as they always had. Only this time Harry noted the subtle touches as their arms swung away...He should have known before… This explained everything. If not for Draco, he would have let the world burn when Draco was taken...Only Fred did not have that power… he did what he could, hoping to get caught, only his intelligence made it last longer…
Harry walked to his room, getting ready to floo home. Before he could, there was a request to enter from his wards. Madam Bones.
Harry straightened himself and let the wards have his approval.
“Thank you for seeing me, Professor Potter. I have some items I wish to discuss with you. Do you mind if I sit?” She asked looking at one of the sofas in the sitting room.
Harry ushered her towards the one closest to the door, and took a seat opposite her.
“Now I have thought to ask a few students, their thoughts on the professors.” She started, noting there was no change in Harry’s expression, “I have three concerns with other professor’s but since you were recently their student as well, I would like to get your opinion as.”
“Of course, I will give my opinion as honestly as I can.” Harry said.
“I will start with Professor Binns. Not sure though if he really is a professor, he was alive when I attended.” She hesitated, “So there is that.”
“Well the upside is there is no need for a salary,” Harry started, “The downside, is that most of what is taught is not absorbed since he does not notice if students fall asleep, which most do. If you are a lucky enough not to fall asleep, you could gain a lot of knowledge. His style is not conducive to learning, at least for me.”
“I rather gathered that, and had to fight the yawns myself observing his class.” She confessed, noting a genuine smile on Harrys face… Great an established common ground, the rest of her questions would be tough, but then she needed to ask them to find the best solutions for the children here.
“My next concern comes with the Professor for Divination.” She started, only to be interrupted.
“Excuse my interruption, Madam Bones.” Harry started, “If I may, before you ask questions, I want you to understand a few things about Professor Trelawney. First, Her second sight gift is handed down in her family, and similarly cursed as Cassandra of old. No one believes her until her predictions come true. She does make a show of being off the wall, but her methods according to the texts are solid. Though since very few students possess a gift in divination, there really is not much she can do but teach theory, with very little outcome.”
Madam Bones thought that over. She was not a proponent of ‘the sight’ and often times discounted it. Harry shifted to the edge of his seat.
“There are other options for her subject, some that the Ministry may frown upon. The Ministry tends to have an unbalanced view of subjegating magical creatures. I will not lie about my beliefs in this area. The Centaurs are brilliant at prophecy as well, though they use the stars more than anything for their divination. I think both have valuable input that each student could gain knowledge from. Divination is real, her methods may seem off, but if you let me, I will show you why you should consider keeping her on...I was her student after all…” Harry said, a smile forming on his lips. Harry pulled on his persuasion to pull her in.
She leaned forward as if caught in an unseen gravity, the words left her lips before her brain could process them, “Of course, Professor Potter…”
Harry called the tea tray to him and handed her a cup, and took one for himself.
“While you drink, think of a dilemma you are having trouble with. Focus there alone.” Harry instructed.
She nodded, focusing on an area of troubling concern, one she had hoped to get insight on for a while… A few moments later her tea was gone. She handed the cup to Harry.
Harry took the cup and turned it upside down on a napkin to let the tea drain, and then turned it up to look. Harry closed his eyes and looked for the power within, he needed it now. It was a subtle hue, pink almost as it came to him. Soft light filled his soul, he was almost giddy...His eye took in the dark tea leaves against the white background, he looked around the edges of the rim and focused.
“Close at hand you have the image of a candle, representing enlightenment. Information will flow to guide your path, pay close attention to the information you gain, your dilemma will be decided by how you choose to play the information. Further out, is a cat, this cat represents a deceitful friend, one who chooses to lead you towards a path away from where your future could be bright. Your information should help you avoid deceit. At the bottom, your future is split between the sun or the cross...Your choice will determine the future. If you avoid the deceitful friend, your sun will shine on your decision to pursue the position you have been debating. If you listen to your deceitful friend, you will lose the position you have been debating.” Harry’s voice was melodic, beautiful and compelling.
Madam Bones was stuck to her seat, awe written across her face. Sure there was vagueness, but the accuracy of the direction was amazing…. Her thoughts back to her one year of classes included a ridiculousness of always predicting death and destruction… Though now that she thought about it, some of the stranger predictions Trelawny had made had come true, the number of broken tea cups in a week, a student’s family member got sick...they were odd and she had dismissed them until now… Harry must have a gift...and if this is the outcome for children with the gift in Trelawny's class, how could she deny it. The Centaur would be a problem though… The minister would not stand for it, but he did not have a say… she would bring it up to the Headmaster…
“I will consider your suggestions Professor Potter.” She said, “have one last concern, many students have professed a fear for the Potions Professor…”
Harry laughed out loud then… He looked rather amused at her incredulous expression.
“He has to be. He is head of the Slytherin house… His teaching methods have been addressed already, if you ask the student’s you will find that they have learned more this year and are more confident in their ability to brew…” Harry added.
“Actually that is what has been keeping me from seriously thinking about his removal, but there is also the rumors that he is a Death Eater. That is my most serious issue.” She stated.
“You are logical, Madam Bones. So follow me if you will…” Harry said, locking gazes with hard sapphire orbs. “I have a great reason to distrust any follower of Voldemort, right?”
She pursed her lips, and nodded, “I see your position.”
“Professor Snape, is one I would trust with my life, even above the Headmaster.” Harry stated, pushing his sincerity to the front.
“Why?” He had to know she would ask.
“There are elements in his past and mine that intersect in such a way as to leave a strong bond. Though I had not realized it till this year. The man has protected me on numerous occasions, and other elements you will come to know. He is fearsome, yes, but not evil and not a threat. His brilliant mind must not be wasted elsewhere. You have seen his updates to an old text, and I am sure witnessed the efficacy of his potions because of it?” Harry explained.
She saw his passion in the sincerity...There was no lie, and no fear towards the Potions Master. Again he referred to things she would know in the future… She was inclined to believe there was a connection between his gift for divination and what ever this thing was he was keeping. There was logic in his speech, wisdom in his words and truth in his eyes. She would have to dwell on this. She thought back to his prediction… What if, what he is hiding, is the information she needs to consider her move towards running for the Minister’s position.
Harry watched her, she was putting the pieces together. He smiled inwardly.
The fire flared green and Draco stepped through, obviously not expecting company. He backed up a bit when he saw Madam Bones, his smile for Harry falling in to a flat line.
“Draco...Madam Bones, This is Draco Malfoy. My bonded.” Harry said, moving to stand next to Draco, and offer a comforting arm.
“As in Lucius Malfoy’s son?” She asked, clearly taken by surprise. What on earth was Harry Potter doing with the son of a possible Death Eater, and bonded at age 15 no less. Were they really 15? Draco was so changed and Harry… She was about to say more in admonishment, but was caught off guard by Harry’s eyes. They had turned dark green, and a spark of fire could be seen within, it was a warning… she could feel the change in power… The air felt charged…
Draco felt the warning in the air...He was still getting used to other people again, and Harry was being very protective at the moment...He placed a calming hand over Harry’s arm… not realizing he was covering the judgment rune…
“Madam Bones, I have heard much about you. Yes, you are correct as to who my father is.” Draco replied, not offering his hand, “I apologize for not greeting you properly, but I have had a rough couple of weeks, and am not up to formal greetings.”
Her eyes narrowed a bit, there was something she was missing. The blond man had flinched at her presence, but not Harry’s...Something had happened to the young man...and that something was not good.
“If you need to report anything, Mr. Malfoy, I assure you the Ministry does not take kindly to bad treatment of other wizards.” She said, hoping to convey sympathy.
Draco smirked, “The Ministry could not have intervened where they believe nothing exists. Excuse me… I have things to attend to…” Draco walked off towards another room.
Harry stood, almost livid… he tried to rein in his emotions.
“I…” Harry started, his eyes even darker.
She stood, put up placating hands. “Professor Potter, I see now is not the time for further discussions. I will be prudent and wait for more information before forming an opinion.”
The air seemed to relax around her, and she saw the return of brighter color to Harry’s eyes… She had said the right thing… inside she breathed a sigh of relief… the Power she felt would have consumed her, she knew she was standing in the presence of no mere boy.
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