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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters. All rights belong to J. K. Rowling.
Chapter 4:
The next morning Harry and Voldemort met with the others in the infirmary, like every other day, to check their bond. Dumbledore preformed the spell and everyone stared. „Mh, maybe it will disappear on his own after all,“ Sirius mused. „Then it would have disappeared a long time ago.“ Remus said. „ but it’s unwrapping,“ Sirius argued. At first glance it really looked like it. The bond had unwrapped itself around their wands a little. Now, it wasn’t as tight anymore, but hung more loosely. „But look! It grows nearer to their hearts!“ McGonagall exclaimed. „Dumbledore, what is the meaning of this?“ Mad Eye asked harshly. „It means, that everything is now possible,“ the headmaster said in a thoughtful tone of voice. At lunch, Harry received three letters. The first was his school letter for the upcoming year, the second was from Ron and Hermione, asking to go shopping in Diagon Alley, and the third was from Dudley. He decided to talk with Dumbledore about the shopping trip and read Dudley’s letter:
„Dear Harry,
Your owl is really smart. She always waits for a reply, as if she knew that I couldn’t answer you otherwise. I really like her, she’s so beautiful and she never shows up when my parents are still awake. I really would like to be friends with you, too. I hope that this something that came up isn’t anything bad. There was an incident yesterday, but I’m really not sure, if it really happened. So I won’t tell you. At least not yet. Next Monday is my birthday. Have fun at your school.
Your cousin Dudley“
Harry had almost forgotten his cousins birthday. He would have to buy presents for him and he already had the good idea. He could combine it with the shopping for the school materials. He really had to speak to Dumbledore.
This afternoon they didn’t go to the library, but gathered all in the Gryffindor common room to have a meeting. Voldemort wasn’t happy to spend more time in the obnoxious read lion den, but he coped with it, by sitting in a chair like he owned the place. Moody glared even more at him as usual. Sirius just snorted and even Remus had to try hard to hide a grin. „I think we should try some of the more harmless spells to destroy the bond.“ Dumbledore began.
„Why don’t we just perform one of the rituals? They’re strong and have a higher chance of success. We could just sacrifice Voldemort. It wouldn’t be much of a loss.“ Moody wanted to know. „Because,“ Dumbledore explained „We deal with an unknown bond and we don’t know if it wouldn’t kill Harry, too.“
„I won’t let anyone harm Harry!“ Sirius growled. „At least, then we would have peace once and for all.“ Moody retorted. „Alastor!“ McGonagall exclaimed outraged. „Nobody will take that risk,“ Dumbledore ensured everybody. Harry had just listened, not saying anything. Moody wasn’t completely wrong. It was the perfect chance to end the war. And who was he to refuse peace? But he could also understand his godfather. He was the last connection to his former best friend, but still. „Then I assume, that we should go to the Hospital Wing?“ Flitwick piped in. Voldemort rose: „I honestly hope we have luck,“ he said and led the way.
In the Hospital Wing Dumbledore conjured two comfy chairs next to each other and gestured to Harry and Voldemort to sit down, then he pulled a fairly long parchment out of his robes and studied it. One spell after another was cast, but nothing happened. Sometimes their wand arms twitched, sometimes they glowed, but the bond remained stable. Voldemort showed a bored look and Harry didn’t feel any better. The hopeful looks in his teachers and his family’s faces had vanished. It was already evening, when Dumbledore finally decided to give up for the day. The mood had dropped immensely and nobody felt really hungry.
They all went back to their rooms very early. Voldemort had brought some more books from the library and set down in front of the fireplace. Harry collected his quill and ink and started to answer Dudley, but then he changed his mind. He would wait with his answers until he had spoken to Dumbledore, but for that he had to persuade Voldemort.
„Uhm, Voldemort?“ He asked. „Oh, it’s Voldemort now, not Tom? What do you want, Potter?“ Harry flinched. Voldemort had seen right through him. „I have to speak to Dumbledore.“ „Ah, and for that I have to accompany you,“ the Dark Lord smirked nastily. „Yeah,“ Harry mumbled. „Well then, let’s go. I always wanted to see Dumbledore’s office.“
Maybe, Harry thought, it wasn’t such a good idea to visit the headmaster, after all. But now it was too late. Voldemort was already half way through the common room and Harry had to follow him to avoid the pain of the bond. Apparently Voldemort seemed to know the way to the office.
They halted in front of it. „Now, Potter, the password.“ Harry grinned sheepishly. „ I don’t know it,“ he admitted. „You say, you bought us all the way here and now you don’t know how to get into the office?“ If glares could kill Harry would be dead right now. „It has to be some kind of sweet,“ He said. Voldemort looked incredulous. „It’s always a sweet,“ Harry explained further. He started to list all sweets that came to his mind. „Chocolate frog, Bertie Botts every flavor beans, hubba bubba...“ „What in Merlin’s name is hubba bubba?“ Voldemort asked with a sour look. „It’s a muggle bubble gum,“ Harry explained. „What a disgrace of an headmaster, using muggle sweets for a password!“ Voldemort spat in parseltongue.
At long last, the gargoyle jumped to the site. The right password had been acid drops. They stepped onto the moving staircase. Even before Harry or Voldemort could knock, Dumbledore’s voice sounded: „Come in, my dear boys.“ The headmaster set behind his desk, his eyes twinkled merrily. „What a nice surprise. I was about to send you an owl to ask you two to pay me a visit.“ „Don’t play stupid you old fool! If you knew, that we stood in front of your office, you also knew that we stood in front of the gargoyle, trying to guess your silly password!“ Voldemort hissed. Harry blinked. He had never thought about it that way, but Voldemort had appoint there.
Dumbledore ignored the comment, instead asking: „How can I help you?“ Voldemort pointed with his head at Harry: „It’s the boy that wants something from you, not me. I will never need your help.“ „Ah, but you already use my help. As I understood it, you couldn’t find a solution to the bond on your own.“ Harry had to stifle a laugh. Next to him Voldemort was fuming. Harry decided to step in, before the Dark Lord could think about hexing the headmaster: „Ron and Hermione asked me to meet them in Diagon Alley. I also need a present for my cousin. But I wanted to ask you, before I agree. Because of Voldemort, you know.“ Harry stammered. „Yes Harry, it’s good that you asked me first. But let’s talk about it a little later. I want to talk about another topic first. Maybe it will even help you with this matter, too.“ Dumbledore conjured a second chair for Voldemort.
They sat down, Harry curiously, Voldemort reluctantly. „Lemon drop?“ Dumbledore asked, but they both declined. The headmaster sight: „I believe we have to consider the possibility that the bond can never be broken without risking your life’s.“ Silence met Dumbledore’s words. After a while, in which not even Voldemort had spoken up, Dumbledore continued: „Both of you, should think about a way to get along, in case my assumption is right.“ Harry paled. „Please headmaster, don’t give up yet! You are the most powerful wizard in the world! There must be a way for you to help us!“ Voldemort gave Harry scandalized look. „Oh no Harry, I am by far not the strongest wizard. It’s indeed you. With your fierce loyalty and your kind and forgiving heart you are much stronger then I am.“
Voldemort snorted: „You two are fools. I don’t know who of you the bigger fool is. That boy, who blindly believes in this old coot, or that old coot, who blindly believes in that stupid boy and the power of love.“ Dumbledore wasn’t ruffled and merely smiled: „Maybe Tom, one day you will also have the luck to experience love.“ He turned back to Harry: „I think Harry, you should decline Mr. Weasleys and Mrs. Grangers offer and go alone with Tom. You have to get to know each other.“ Voldemort grimaced: „You sound as if you want to set us up for a date.“ „ I would never think of something like this,“ Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled even brighter. „Sirius won’t be amused,“ Harry grumbled. „You two can go tomorrow. It will be enough when the other continue with the research. We already made our way through the whole library.“
Harry nodded. He bid good night to the headmaster and walked together with Voldemort back to Gryffindor Tower. The Fat Lady had gotten used to the Dark Lord and started to glare at him every time she saw him. Back in the common room Harry asked: „So, will you accompany me tomorrow?“ „Yes, I need a break from this crazy castle, this fool of an headmaster an your goody, goody Gryffindor friends,“ Voldemort huffed. Harry gave him a smile, but as expected Voldemort didn’t return it. A quiet hoot drew his attention to the window. To his surprise it was Hedwig and she carried a letter. He hadn’t send her to anybody, so it was a bit strange. He unfolded the note and recognized the writing immediately. Why had Dumbledore send him a letter, when he had visited him only minutes ago?
„My dear boy,
I have to tell you something important. I wanted to tell you in person, but as the situation is, it isn’t possible anymore.“
So, Harry thought, he hadn’t said anything because of Voldemort. He continued reading:
„Before you were born, there was a prophecy made about you. No other than Professor Trelawney had the vision of the prophecy. It says:
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not.
I always thought, the prophecy meant, that you would be the one to finally kill Tom. But now the question is, how could you possibly kill someone who is bound to you, in such a way that you can’t even scratch him?
Harry, you carry much love inside your heart. Maybe vanquishing isn’t the substitute for killing after all and maybe, you can accomplish the impossible ? Dumbledore
PS: This letter will destroy itself.“
As soon as Harry had finished reading, the parchment started to smoke. He hurried to the windowsill and laid it down. Harry had just stepped a step away, as it started burning. „Who wrote you a self-destructive letter?“ Voldemort asked. „Hermione send me that letter. She is a bit paranoid.“
Voldemort fixed him with his eyes. Harry knew he would try to get into his mind. And as he had predicted, a searing pain shot suddenly through his scar, but he wasn’t the only one hurting. Voldemort had dropped to his knees and clutched his forehead, as well. As soon as their gazes disconnected, the pain subsided. „Never try this again, or I won’t give a shit, that I may die if I try to kill you!“ Harry hissed. Voldemort didn’t even glare at him. He was pale and shaky. „Don’t worry, Potter, I won’t try it again. You are the bane of my existence!“ He cursed. „I really hope so,“ Harry muttered and lay down on the comfy rug in front of the fireplace with a book. He only feigned reading it, so.
His head spun from all the inflammation he had received this evening. Harry had been shocked, when Dumbledore announced that they wouldn’t be able to disconnect the bond. He knew, when the headmaster said something like this, there wasn’t a chance anymore. Tomorrow they would research for the last time. And what was this letter all about? Had Trelawney really made a prophecy about him? It had to be true, Dumbledore wouldn’t lie to him like this.
Sometimes the headmaster hold some information’s back, but he never lied. What did he mean by maybe vanquishing isn’t the substitute for killing, after all and maybe you can accomplish the impossible? Did he expect Harry to make friends with Voldemort? That was even for Dumbledore an extremely crazy idea and Dumbledore was famous for his crazy ideas. Sometimes his talking about love annoyed even Harry. Yes, of course it was great to love somebody and to get loved back in return, but was love really such a great power? Sometimes Harry had trouble to believe it. You couldn’t hug or kiss someone to death. To kill someone you needed deathly spells or at least a knife. But if he believed Dumbledore, he hadn’t to kill Voldemort and that would be a great relieve. He didn’t fancy himself as a murderer. Maybe he should just trust the headmaster once again. Later, as he laid next to Voldemort in his bed, he decided to make an effort, because Dumbledore was right, they possibly had to live a long time in the others company.
XXX
Harry had awoke early the next day. Voldemort was still asleep, but as soon as he sat up, he awoke as well. „Have you slept well?“ Harry asked in a nice tone of voice. „Spare me your niceness, Potter,“ Voldemort hissed back. Harry shrugged, he hadn’t expected miracles. Harry changed into an old pair of jeans and an old, red T-shirt. Voldemort wrinkled his nose, but didn’t comment. He pocketed his list with the school supplies and went down to breakfast.
He saw Sirius and Remus waiting for him in the Entry Hall. Sirius had a scowl on his face: „The headmaster informed us that you planed to go to Diagon Alley together with that bastard and without any other company!“ „I don’t think I will be in any danger this time. At least there won’t be a sudden attack from Voldemort,“ he grinned. „Yeah, because he will be right next to you,“ Sirius muttered. „Sirius pleas, Harry and Dumbledore know what they are doing,“ Remus tried to assure him. „But what if you use this occasion to harm or kill Harry?“ „Even Voldemort isn’t so silly. We already discussed this. If he harms Harry, he harms himself. And if he kills Harry, he will probably die, too.“ Remus sounded tired. They had probably talked about this topic the whole morning.
„And what will be if he starts to attack and destroy Diagon Alley? It will fall back on Harry,“ Sirius whined „In this case, I will use this,“ Harry smirked and pulled a long dagger from his robe pocket. „What do you want with this?“ Voldemort asked, not in the least impressed, but Harry saw his pupils widen a tiny bid, as he said: „If you do something stupid, I will just cut myself a little. I already know, that you can’t stand pain.“ Sirius gave him a thumbs up: „You really are James son.“
Together they made their way to breakfast. Voldemort look slightly miffed about Harrys blunt threat. Harry watched amused as the evil Dark Lord prepared a plate with strawberry-jam toast. He wasn’t the only one, who had noticed this untypical behavior. Especially Sirius and McGonagall found it very funny.
„How will we go about this?“ Harry asked Dumbledore. „ I mean we can’t just go to Diagon Alley as we are, at least Voldemort can’t.“ „ I would propose some glamour’s,“ Dumbledore turned to Voldemort. „But I could also provide you with some polyjuice potion.“ Voldemort scanned the table with a murderous glare: „Glamours will be fine, but I will do them on my own,“ he said. „Albus, do you really think this is a good idea?“ McGonagall spoke up. „We have to face the possibility, that we can’t help them and thus they have to start to live a normal life together,“ Dumbledore answered calmly. „But we are speaking about Voldemort! How will anybody be able to live a normal life with him by his site? I know you have a high opinion about Harry, but even our boy wonder can’t work miracles,“ she elaborated. „It’s yet too early to say this,“ Dumbledore chuckled.
After they had eaten Voldemort proceeded with applying the glamour’s. Harry watched in awe as he first tipped his hairless head and his face and than his body. His skin took a more natural shade of pale, a some what flat nose grew and silky black hair, only his eyes remained red and snake like. It kind of reminded Harry of Tom Riddle, the diary memory of his second year. But this memory had looked more beautiful. But after all the things Voldemort had done to his body it wasn’t a surprise that he couldn’t reinstall his former beauty.
Harry thought about it. How old was Voldemort or better, how old would Tom Riddle be? Harry tried to remember what he had learned from the diary. Voldemort had to be over 70 years old. He shuddered, that was really old, but could you even count years for this man? He wasn’t quite human anymore and for gods sake he was immortal. He had even died once and came back. So maybe years didn’t matter. And certainly it didn’t mattered if he looked like a 70 years old or a human-snake hybrid, because one wasn’t prettier than the other. „I think that will do,“ Dumbledore announced. „Have a nice day, my boys.“ Harry hugged Sirius and Remus goodbye, and they left the castle.
The short way to the school gates went by in silence, when they had left Hogwarts grounds Voldemort asked in a back- handed way: „I presume you aren’t able to apparate yet?“ Harry shook his head. Voldemort grabbed Harrys arm and apparated them away. Harry hated apparation. His stomach was churning and he stumbled as they landed. „Don’t embarrass me, Potter, when we are in public,“ Voldemort hissed. „Yeah, sorry, it happens every time,“ Harry said apologetically but the Dark Lord merely wrinkled his nose. „You have your list?“ Harry nodded: „I need new quills , ink and parchment. Also I have to buy my school books, potion supplies and a birthday present for my cousin, but first we have to visit Gringotts.“ „Than lets go, Potter,“
As they walked, Harry watched Voldemort discreetly from under his bangs. Voldemort seemed more relaxed then the last couple of days in Hogwarts. He had apparated them not far away from Gringotts, probably assuming that Harry had to collect money.
The bank was busy as ever, every counter was occupied. Harry approached a goblin and gave him the key to his vaults. The little creature eyed Voldemort suspiciously, but said nothing. „This seems all right as ever, Mr. Harry Potter. Griphook will bring you to your vault,“ the goblin gave Harry his key back and pointed to the door that led to the catacombs. Voldemort gave Harry, Griphook and the carriage a murderous look, but sat down behind Harry. The ride was crazy as always but for Harry it was much to short, he loved this roller coaster once in a while. The goblin opened the vaults door and stepped beside, so that Harry and Voldemort could went in.
„Why do you always wear such shabby clothes when you could afford better robes than the most of my followers?“ Harry shrugged. He wasn’t eager to tell Voldemort about his family, but he figured, that he would have to tell him on some point, if they really couldn’t break this bloody bond. And moreover, he had promised himself yesterday, that he would try to make an effort. „It’s because of my Family. They would take everything away, if they knew that I actually have money.“ Voldemort didn’t comment.
Harry pocketed a little amount of galleons, sickles and knuts, before turning back to his companion. „We can go back, now.“ Back in front of Gringotts Harry said: „Look! There is a shop where you can buy quills and such things and next to it is a apothecary, let’s go there first,“ without thinking he tried to drag Voldemort with him, but the man yanked his arm free: „I can go by myself, Potter!“ Harry blushed, having forgotten, with whom he was shopping. He was just too much of an enthusiastic Gryffindor.
The parchment store was small and gloomy. Harry took an already shrunken package of parchment, before strolling over, to where quills and ink stood on display. „Just bye a self-inking quill, you have enough money, Potter and it will spare you the mess, when someone rips your back open with a hex.“ Harry examined Voldemort curiously, had he just gave him an advice? Maybe this whole being nice think was already paying off, but he didn’t believe it just yet.
Next they went to the apothecary. Harry had difficulties to find the needed ingredients and Voldemort grew quickly annoyed. „Potter, just how much of an moron are you?“ he snapped irritated. „I am no moron but potion is not my specialty. In fact I have no clue once so ever.“ „I can see that!“ Voldemort ripped Harrys list from his hands and begun to drop the demanded items into a small bag.“ „I really hope, I haven’t to cope with you for the rest of my life! For once I wish Dumbledore all the luck.“ He quickly paid for the things and they made their way to Flourish and Blotts.
Buying the books was a quick affair. Out in the open, Harry started heading for Honey dukes. As he came to a stop he saw the scowl on Voldemort’s face. „What is it?“ he asked. „I will not go in there! I am still the Dark Lord, bound to a brat or not.“ „Oh come on! Don’t be such a spoil sport! No one will recognize you.“ „No, definitely not!“ Voldemort crossed his arms and gave him a glare. Harry wasn’t in the least impressed. With an annoyed roll of his eyes he grabbed Voldemort by his sleeve and dragged him into the small shop. „Let go of me, Potter!“ Voldemort hissed, his eyes blazing. „See it isn’t as bad, nobody takes any notice of you,“ Harry grinned up at the much taller man and begun searching the shelves. He threw chocolate frogs, toffees, a box of mini cakes and some sugar quills in a small basket, whilst Voldemort tried to bend his anger by giving everyone, who looked at him a death glare. Harry decided with a sigh to hurry and went to the counter. He paid for the sweets and turned back to his companion: „Let’s take a break and eat something,“ Harry suggested.
Voldemort pulled one eyebrow up: „Potter, because of you I already went through enough today.“ „They won’t recognize you in a restaurant either.“ „You are very persistent and annoying. You know that?“ „I know. So are we going than?“ Voldemort huffed: „And where do you suggest, we should eat?“ „I really like ice cream, we could go to Florean Fortescue.“ „This Dark Lord won’t be seen eating ice cream in the sunshine!“ Voldemort hissed. „Nobody will notice you and I know you have a sweet tooth. This might be a once-in-a-lifetime option.“ „Don’t tell anybody, or I will kill you and don’t believe I will give in to your childish needs every time.“ „Yeah, right,“ Harry snorted.
They chose a table, that was mostly hidden by a tree. Harry studied the big selection of ice creams. As a waitress came he ordered spaghetti ice and butter beer. To his astonishment Voldemort ordered a strawberry cup and a coffee. He had expected that the stubborn Dark Lord what only watch, too proud to humble himself in the public, or something equally silly like this. „What will we do if we really are stuck together?“ Harry asked. „We will learn to cope with it,“ the Dark Lord said nonchalantly. „And how exactly will we do that?“ Voldemort didn’t give a response, probably, he hadn’t a clue either. „You and me, we are so different. You will never see the things as I do and I will never help you reach your goal of a pure blood society.“ Voldemort snared. „We have to figure something out,“ Harry declared.
He wanted to say something more, but in this moment a voice interrupted him. „Harry!“ His eyes widened. Ron and Hermione came towards them. „Hey mate, I thought you hadn’t enough time to come with us to Diagon Alley this week.“ Ron made a pouting face. „Yeah, well, you see...“ Harry stammered. Hermione shoved Ron slightly in the ribs: „It’s great that you found the time, after all.“ her gaze wandered to Voldemort, who sat with his back to the two Gryffindor’s. „And who is that? A new friend?“ she asked seriously. Harry flinched, but before he could have prevented it, Voldemort had turned to face Harrys friends.
Ron and Hermione’s eyes widened comically and from their shocked expression he could say, that they recognized Voldemort. After his second year, Harry had shown them a photo from the student Tom Riddle, and even whilst he didn’t look exactly the same, the resemblance was there. „Harry this must be a joke!“ Ron stammered, taking one step back. „Harry is this...?“ Hermione asked uncertainly. „I can explain everything,“ Harry jumped up. „No mate, just sit down. We will just leave...“ Ron said with a frightened look and pulled at Hermione’s sleeve. „But I can explain it! It isn’t my fault!“ Hermione looked, as if she would have stayed and listened to Harry, but Ron started to pull more urgently on her arm. „Just write everything down and send it to us,“ she tried to ease the situation. „Ron will read it, won’t you?“ she asked her agitated friend. „Yes, I promise, but please let us leave now!“ Hermione smiled sadly and they disappeared.
Harry sighed and slumped down: „Shit!“ In this moment the waitress came with their ice cups, but Harry wasn’t hungry anymore. „Wasn’t that the Blood traitor and the Mud blood?“ Voldemort inquired. „Just shut up!“ Harry snapped. „You have ruined my life enough already!“ Voldemort unruffled by his words, only said: „You know, nobody needs friends. They are just a waste of time.“ „This kind of thinking is exactly your problem,“ Harry said. „Potter, I don’t have to give you advice.“ „Then please, don’t!“ Harry took a deep breath: „Let’s eat and finish our business.“ The delicious ice cream lightened Harrys mood a bit. Maybe his friends would come around. With Hermione he was nearly sure, but Ron was a whole different matter. He hoped his brainy friend could persuade him.
At last they went to Eeylops Owl Emporium. „Only house elves should go into such a store,“ Voldemort commented. „Well I have none,“ Harry answered. Voldemort wrinkled his nose: „You want me to believe, that the all mighty savior of the wizarding world has not even one house elf?“ „Look, I live with my muggle relatives and they don’t really like magic and in Hogwarts you aren’t usually allowed to have one.“ „Why wouldn’t your relatives don’t like magic?“ Voldemort inquired. „Why would you hate muggles? It’s just like that. It isn’t logical“ Harry said. „I have to correct you. My hating muggles is very logical. They are filthy, stupid and, unroyal and don’t take responsibilities, they aren’t even able to do magic and that makes them secondary to us.“
Harry turned to the birds, which looked back scrutinizing and ignored Voldemort . In the dimness of the room he couldn’t make out much, but after a few minutes he chose a black eagle owl, named Obsidian. He just wanted to go back to Hogwarts. He doubt that he could ever be friends with Voldemort. The man was so close minded. He bought a cage and some owl treats for Hedwig and Obsidian as well and they left the store again. With the owl in his cage, the treats, sweets, books and other school supplies his arms were very much loaded, but, of course, Voldemort didn’t offer any help. Harry strolled after him to the apperation point. There, Voldemort took his arm and Harry felt the familiar feeling of getting sucked through a straw.
They landed outside the gates and went back up to the castle. With every step Voldemort’s face became gloomier. Harry had probably stepped on the Dark Lords ego to many times on one day. This, couldn’t possible work. But chances were high, that it had to. Half way up to the castle, Harry recognized a black dot on the horizon. The dot grew quickly and Voldemort drew his wand, taking a defensive stand. The dot came even nearer and Harry recognized it at last: „Padfoot!“ he shouted.
Voldemort seemed to have heard of Sirius animagus form, because he pocketed his wand, again and relaxed slightly. Sirius jumped his godson, throwing him to the ground. Harry laughed an padded the dog: „Hey, Padfoot, I am fine. Voldemort hasn’t harmed me,“ „I couldn’t harm you in any case,“ Voldemort said, glaring at the dog. „And now, go off of me,“ Harry shoved the dog and Sirius changed back in his human form. „You are really ok, Harry? No harm done? No verbal abuse?“ Harry got to his feet’s: „Everything is fine.“ Sirius eyed the other wizard skeptically. Luckily, before an other argument could start a voice sounded: „Harry!“
Remus came to a stop next to them. „Sorry, he got away,“ he gave his friend a scolding look. „I have to buy you a collar and a leach. „I would like that,“ Sirius grinned suggestively. Harry groaned, so did Voldemort: „Please spare us your fantasies, Black.“ Remus had become beat red. Harry watched his two guardians questionly, but Remus changed the topic: „We should go to the Hospital Wing. Dumbledore wants to try one last thing.“
They all nodded and helped Harry to pick his things up again (with exception of Voldemort), before making their way up to the castle. Dumbledore and Snape awaited them already. They had prepared a huge free space in the middle of the room and on the side stood a big cauldron. „Professor Snape and I prepared one last ritual, which might be able to brake the bond.“ Dumbledore started to explain. „It is by far the most powerful ritual we could find, which doesn’t need a sacrifice.“ The headmaster made a pause, before pinning Harry and Voldemort with his blue, twinkling gaze down: „It is categorized neither light nor dark. Salazar himself created it. Do you want to try it?“ Harry nodded and Voldemort next to him must have also, because Dumbledore said: „Than, pleas go and change in the bathroom,“ he pointed at a door behind him.
They left the group and entered the bathroom. On a chair lay two sets of white downs. „This is our last chance,“ Harry mumbled. „If this ritual doesn’t help, nothing will. Slytherin was one of the most powerful wizards and spell creators,“ Voldemort said. They shed their clothing and dressed in the white robes. Harry eyed Voldemort skeptically. White wasn’t his color. They went back to the others and Dumbledore said: „We will need a drop blood from each of you for the potion.“ Harry gazed at the cauldron: „Do we have to drink it?“ The potion looked like blood that had started to dry. „No, my boy,“ the headmaster gave him a reassuring smile and he followed Voldemort to Snape.
Snape handed him a silver knife: „Only one drop, Potter, or the outcome will be unpredictable. I hope you can count as far.“ Harry didn’t comment the snide remark. He cut his thump and let one drop of his blood fall into the cauldron. After his experience at the graveyard, he didn’t like to give his blood to anybody, but Voldemort had to do the same, and Dumbledore would watch over the procedure, so he guessed, it was alright.
„Now,“ Dumbledore said „please go to the middle oft he room and lay down next to each other and you have to hold hands.“ Voldemort looked nauseous. They laid down and Snape started to draw a circle from intervened snakes around them with the potion. Next he wrote runes around it. At last he drew a line over their connected hands, as if he wanted to separate them.
Dumbledore stepped in front of them and Snape behind them. They drew their wands and Harry watched as they started the incarnation. Green light shone around them and a tugging started in Harrys hand. It felt like some force tried to pull the bond apart. The bond stretched and became thinner, but than it snapped back like an elastic band. He groaned, as the magic of the bond shot back into his body. He felt dizzy. Next to him Voldemort put a hand on his own temple. The green light went out. The whole room was silent.
At last McGonagall asked: „Was it a success?“ „No it wasn’t,“ Harry groaned. Sirius hurried to his side by the shaky voice of his godson. „But something happened, didn’t it?“ Harry nodded, not able to speak, his head was throbbing. Snape must have caught the slight vince and pressed a small glass vile in his hand. Voldemort was already drowning his own. „It’s a painreliefer. You should recognize it from my class, or at least from your countless stays in the infirmary.“ Harry gulped the luckily tasteless potion down and the pain stopped immediately.
„Let’s all sit down and hear what happened,“ Dumbledore suggest and they all took a seat on one of the infirmary beds. „It nearly worked,“ Harry begun. „Nearly isn’t enough,“ Voldemort hissed. Dumbledore nodded: „That is right, but I would like to hear what you experienced.“ „The magic was pulled apart by the ritual, but it wasn’t strong enough,“ Voldemort explained. „I believe, the magic of the spell lost it’s grip and the magic of the bond returned to us.“ The headmaster sight: „I feared something like this would happen.“
„What does it mean?“ Sirius asked. „I will answer you soon, but let me check on the bond first,“ he casted the spell and the bond became visible. It was nearly completely loos from their wands and the loos ends around their bodies disappeared in their chest. „I believe,“ Dumbledore said, „the bond has recognized some more potential, but for what I can’t say at this point. We have to keep track of the changes.“ Dumbledore stood up: „I believe, we should all rest the rest for the day. Tomorrow we will discuss, how we may proceed.“ The group dissolved. Sirius, Remus and even McGonagall gave Harry one last reassuring pad on his shoulder.
Harry wanted to speak to his guardians, but Voldemort had started to go in the direction of Gryffindor Tower and he had to follow him. As he climbed through the hole, Voldemort sat already in front of the fireplace. Harry dropped his purchases and slummed down with his bag of sweets ,as well. They sat in silence, no one knowing, what to say and both of them lost in their own thoughts and brooding. Harry munched on his chocolatefrogs. He had the feeling he would eat all of it and skip dinner later on. Chocolate didn’t only help with dementors, but also with Dark Lords. When he thought about it, Voldemort was like a dementor- a future sucking one.
He sight and let his gaze wander to his companion in this misery. He supposed it wasn’t’ easy for him either. They were so different and they had always been enemies. Moreover, Harry had to be a child in the mans eyes and he had to cope with him. Harry noticed that Voldemort stared to the bag in his lap. He took one chocolatefrog and hold it out to him: „Would you like one?“ Voldemort snapped out of his daze. To his surprise Voldemort took the frog: „Thank you Potter.“ Harry blinked baffled: „No problem.“ Voldemort flicked his wand and conjured a quill and parchment: „You should think about, how we will organize our future, as well.“ The man begun to take notes and ignored Harry once again. Harry thought about writing his friends, but he decided to wait until tomorrow. By than he would know more about everything. This evening they didn’t go to the Great Hall.
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