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Warding Bonds	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14411 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I am not making any money from this fiction.

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Chapter Seven – Easter in Ireland

Harry was used to spending the spring holiday each year at Hogwarts. He didn’t have the need to go anywhere for that particular break as it was never as long as the winter or summer hols. However, as the break approached, he noticed a change in his lover. Draco seemed gloomier and he even managed to catch him a few times in tears. When Harry finally found the courage to ask the blonde what was wrong, Draco confessed just how much he missed his parents. Though Harry never had the fortune of remembering his parents or being able to visit them during school breaks, he could understand what it felt like to miss them. He quickly made preparations and on the first day of the break, he cast the blindfold spell on Draco. After binding him to the bed and having his way with the vulnerable Draco, he spelled on their clothing and got Dobby to apparate them to the Ireland property.

He removed the blindfold charm and shoved the piece of parchment in front of Draco’s face that had the address of the cottage in Narcissa’s hand. She was the secret keeper of the location, “I want you to memorize that address.”

Once the other wizard confirmed that he had it memorized, Harry burned the piece of paper. The location appeared before them where a field once was, and Harry pulled the blonde behind him by his hand. He knocked a couple of times on the door before entering the cottage. It was a one story layout with three bedrooms, two baths, a large kitchen, and sitting room. He walked toward the kitchen where he suspected to find the Malfoys.

Draco gasped when they entered the kitchen and his eyes fell on his parents. He ran toward his mother and embraced her, “Mother, I’ve missed you so much.” His body shook with sobs as he broke down his usually cool mother’s embrace. Harry watched as the blonde woman’s mask was down and she ran a caring hand up and down his back as she attempted to comfort him.

Harry turned away from the scene and took in the other Malfoy. Lucius’ hair had regained its regal luster in the months since he’d last seen him, the dark circles vanished, and his previously emaciated form was that of lean muscle. He wore a tailored suit and his hair was pulled back with his traditional leather thong. He had his snake head cane in his hand and he stood tall against the kitchen counter. Harry looked him up and down, “Lucius, I’d have to say that Ireland has done you some good, but I have a feeling it is your wife’s care that has brought you back from the brink of insanity.”

A true smile appeared on the other man’s face, “I would have to say you’re right on both accounts. The distance from the uncertainty in England and my wife’s care have greatly improved my health, however also knowing that my son is being protected has also helped. Have you come to issue me more orders or is this just a friendly visit?”

He pushed his black framed glasses up on his nose and clicked his tongue, “Now, now, Lucius, you know I only made those orders to make sure you regained your mental facilities. You’d been in Azkaban and tormented by dementors for at least seven months. You looked terrible from your stringy hair; you sickly complexion, your dark circles, and your haggard appearance. Not to mention, your near skeletal form and your broken spirit. Now, I want you to consider this fully before answering, if you could go back to Voldemort tomorrow and be accepted back into his good graces, would you?”

“Absolutely not, why would I put my family in danger when we’ve finally escaped it? I made that mistake once; there is no way I would do it again. I crave power, but I don’t wish to lick that man’s boots or,” he shivered as he other thoughts filled his mind, “participate in other demeaning acts.”

Harry squeezed the man’s shoulder in comfort, “I want you to know that I would never require you to do anything that would drive a wedge between you and your wife. In my opinion I already have the younger and better model. I understand that you were forced to cater to other’s desires in order to survive. I have put you under a submissive bond, not to humiliate you, but to protect you from your self-destructive tendencies. However, I can’t help but wonder about the bond I have with your son. Something continuously compels me to comfort him physically.”

Lucius’s gray eyes hardened and growled, “If you’re doing anything to force my son to do something he doesn’t want to do, I don’t care about this magical bond, I will kill you. He is my only son and my only child. We weren’t able to conceive after Draco even though he wanted a little brother or sister. I remember what it was like to grow up with an older sister who watched out for me. I really did want to give Draco that but for some reason it wasn’t meant to be.”

“I assure you, I would never do anything to hurt Draco. Our interactions are different than what you’ve experienced because your son is gay. I will see what I can do about the sibling thing,” the messy haired wizard turned away from Lucius and approached the still embracing mother and son. He pulled Draco against his chest, “Draco, why don’t you go lie down for a bit. I wish to discuss something with your parents, and I’m sure you will fill better after a short kip. We will wake you up when we’re ready to eat.” He kissed the blonde’s neck, “You’re safe and back with your parents for this break. When you get into that room, I want you to fill your mind with happy memories.”

Draco wiped the tears from his eyes and nodded before leaving the room. Harry watched as Narcissa crossed her arms and stuck out her hip, “Why did you just order my son to leave the room?”

“Lucius shared with me your desire to have more than one child. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was something you still desired.”

Her mouth fell open, “I don’t think it matters what I desire, as I’m not able to have more children.”

Harry chuckled as he placed his hand over Narcissa’s stomach. He concentrated his protective magic on the Black descendant before him and soon the answers came flying out of his mouth, “The ancient magic in your blood line was angry and decided to kill off the Black line. It felt that too many of the important customs were forgotten as the family strived to achieve purity or perfection. My triggering the traditional wards on number twelve has lifted the block, and the following of my wonderful advice during my last visit has left you with child. I’d say you conceived shortly after your husband’s health improved. Upon returning to Hogwarts, I will request that your sister Andromeda and her husband come and stay with you guys. You will need care in your current condition.”

Narcissa’s eyes glistened, “I’m really pregnant?”

The dark haired wizard nodded, “Would you like me to do the charm?” She smiled and nodded, which left Harry to pull his wand and mumble the charm he’d come across in the many books he read over winter break during his boredom at Grimmauld place. Her stomach glowed blue, which indicated a positive result. “I believe that confirms my previous statement. So, did you want to tell Draco or would you rather wait until after I’ve faced my destiny?”

She whispered, “I think we should wait because I’ve had miscarriages in the past. I don’t want to get his hopes up and have it turn out in a similar manner.”

The emerald eyed man turned back toward the other male, “You stated that you had an older sister, what happened to her?”

He sneered, “Nothing happened to her. She just stopped talking to me when I decided to join the Death Eaters. She never believed my lie about being Imperioused during the first war and didn’t want me anywhere near her children. They ended up moving to Germany, but they’ve kept the Prince manor in England. I really hope they do decide to return. I really do miss Athena.”

Harry held up a hand, “Wait a moment. If she married someone with the surname of Prince, does that mean that she is somehow related through marriage to Severus?”

“Well she did marry Eileen’s younger brother, so I guess that’d make her his aunt. Her youngest son is currently enrolled at Drumstag.”

The boy who lived rubbed the back of his neck, “Why do I feel like everything is so shocking? Once I think I’ve gotten my baring, I’m just thrown into another loop.” He yawned, “I’m knackered; I think I’ll just take a kip with Draco.”

When he reached the bedroom he and Draco would share for the duration of their stay in Ireland, Harry noticed that Draco was both still awake and still sobbing while lying on his side with his back to the door. Harry approached the man he was quickly falling in love with, “What’s the matter, my dragon?”

The other boy just shook and remained silent. Harry knew of only one way to sooth his lover when he was upset. He quickly stripped and cast warding charms at the closed door. He pulled the still crying boy on top of him while he slowly undressed him. He kissed, licked and nibbled until the other boy let out a shuttered moan. After painstakingly removing each article of clothing with mostly his teeth, he rolled over placing his lover on his back. It didn’t take much time to prepare both himself and Draco. He thrust into Draco’s tight heat, “Now tell me why you’re so upset.”

Draco’s gray eyes continued to glisten, “I just didn’t realize how much I missed and worried about my parents until I saw them again. I know you blame my father for his choices, which put me in the situation with the Dark Lord, but he really was under the Imperious curse. Yes he willingly took the mark but he didn’t understand that it gave the Dark Lord so much power of him. He possesses a very strong emotional mask but he never learned Occlumency or possessed a strong will to throw off the curse. That’s why he performed those favors and cheated on my mother. It’s also the reason why my dear Aunt Bellatrix taught me Occlumency. Now can you please just fuck me until I pass out? I really just need the release and I always sleep best when you’ve put me in a pleasure coma.”

Harry’s eyes widened, “No nightmares that way, huh?”

“Shut up Potter and move already,” Draco demanded before paling realizing he’d just ordered his master to do something.

Harry growled, “I love it when you break free of the submissive magic. I love when you show fire and I will follow your command. I cannot wait until my seventeenth birthday because then we can finalize our bond and you’ll be mostly free of the submissive magic. Now I’m going to make you cum so hard that you’re going to pass out.”

Draco just whimpered as Harry purposefully hit the bundle of nerves over and over again until his statement was true. Draco let out a primal scream as his hot liquid shot up like a fountain and came splashing back down on his exposed chest. The display was enough for Harry to lose his control. He removed his spent member and cleaned the both of them up before pulling the unconscious body against him. Harry sighed as he drifted off to sleep.

The rest of the visit had been uneventful except for the fact that Draco’s will strengthened. He still was unable to fight a direct command, but most of the time he had no desire to do so, however he spoke more freely with Harry. He stated his opinion and he regained the fiery personality that Harry loved so much. His tongue also regained its usual sharpness, which made verbally sparing with his dragon fun. Though Draco’s overall health improved, he still suffered from panic attacks when he was away from Harry’s protective energy for too long. So, when Harry received notice that Dumbledore had found another Horcrux location, he dosed Draco with enough dreamless sleep that he’d be out the whole of the night before leaving. He also took a sip of his remaining liquid luck potion and handed it to Ron and Hermione to share with the DA. He suggested they keep watch because he had a gut feeling that something might just happen that night.

Harry was sure the cup must’ve been what was hidden in that cave because it was the only horcrux remaining besides the snake, however he was confused when they pulled a locket from the basin after Dumbledore drank the entire nasty potion. Then they had to fight off the Inferi, which didn’t happen to be Mundungus dressed up but real one. When they got back to Hogsmeade, they were both shocked to see the dark mark over the astronomy tower. They flew up there and soon Harry was under a very strong body bind and silence charm while hidden under his invisibility cloak. Snape arrived in the tower with the brother and sister Carrows. Dumbledore was far more weak because the potion had aggravated the curse he’d received from trying to use the ring.

Dumbledore held his wand by his side and did nothing else but beg, “Please, Severus.”

Anyone watching the scene that didn’t know about the headmaster’s condition would think that he was begging for his life, but Harry knew he was begging Snape to put him out of his misery. Snape’s face twisted with disgust and anger as he raised his wand and hissed, “Avada Kadavra.” Harry watched as Dumbledore fell from the tower and with his wand still gripped in his hand. Snape turned to the two Death Eaters accompanying him, “We need to go before they discover his death and come after us.”

As soon as Dumbledore died the spells casted on Harry fell off. He knew exactly what happened but he needed to act as if he didn’t know. He pulled off his invisibility and stuffed it in his pocket, as he chased after Snape. He ran right through an all-out battle between members of the order, Aurors, the DA and the opposing Death Eaters who infiltrated the castle through the vanishing cabinet that Snape repaired. Once he reached Hogwarts’ grounds, he managed to pick up speed and finally reached Snape, “How could you? He trusted you and you killed him. You coward!”

Harry fell to the ground in extreme pain and realized that someone had hit him with the Cruciatus. However it was only a moment later when the pain stopped and he heard Snape warn, “No, he belongs to the Dark Lord.”

Harry stood and continued with his verbal spar as he mentally told Snape to meet him at Grimmauld place so they could discuss what they found. He asked that he send a Patronus once he was there so that Harry could join him. He understood that Snape would be expected to return to Voldemort’s side and celebrate their victory. He snapped back with, “You dare to use my own spells against me, Potter? That’s right I’m the Half-blood Prince.” He then hit him with a body bind which prevented him from rolling his eyes at Snape’s obvious statement. The bind lifted as soon as Snape apparated away, and Harry got up feeling quite sore. He found a group of people sending lights in the air surrounding Dumbledore. He approached the body and discovered that Dumbledore’s wand was broken during the fall much like what happened to Ron’s in their second year. He picked up the snapped piece of elder wood and no longer felt any magic in its core. He set it upon Dumbledore thinking it should be buried with the headmaster.

Harry didn’t have much energy as he walked back up to his dorm room. It was late April and he couldn’t help but wonder what they were going to do about end of year exams with everyone morning the loss of their headmaster. He could only guess that McGonagall would take his place. He pulled the locket out of his denims pocket as he climbed into the bed where his lover still slept. He held his wand as he opened the locket. He understood that it couldn’t have been the last horcrux because it wasn’t the cup, but he wondered why the actual locket had already been removed and by whom.

He pulled out a piece of paper which read:

To the Dark Lord

I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more.

R.A.B.*

Harry remembered where the actual Horcrux had been found months earlier. The B initial stared at him and he quickly realized that it had to be Black. He racked his brain remembering Sirius saying something about having a little brother who followed their parents’ ways and joined the Death Eaters. He looked back up to the Dark Lord; yep the note had to have been written by a Death Eater, but one that had a change of heart. Perhaps some of Sirius’s Gryffindor tendencies rubbed off on his little brother after all. What was his brother’s name? He wished that he could remember it. Slughorn had shown him a picture of him just last summer, but he was still so shook up from Sirius’s death that he didn’t really commit the name to his mind. There was someone who must’ve saved the locket from being thrown out. There had to be someone who might just know what happened, and he knew exactly who that someone might be.

“Kreacher,” he called knowing Draco wouldn’t awake from his potion induced sleep for a few more hours.

The reluctant house elf appeared before him, “Master?”

“Kreacher,” he held up the locket, “do you recognize this locket?”

He gasped in awe, “That’s master Regulus’s other locket, but I failed him. I wasn’t able to destroy the other one. I tried and tried but no matter what I did, it remained intact.”

“No need to worry about the other locket, I have destroyed it for you. It had something very dark and nasty within it and needed something rare like basilisk venom to destroy it. I’m sure your attempts were valiant, but it was just too dark of an object. How did Regulus get his hands on the other locket?”

Kreacher grabbed Harry’s robes with his knobby fingers, “Thank you master. I am so happy you destroyed what I couldn’t.” He paused for a moment as if thinking about how to answer Harry’s question, “Master Sirius ran away, good riddance, for he was a bad boy and broke my mistress’s heart with his lawless ways. But Master Regulus had proper pride; he knew what was due to the name of Black and the dignity of his pure blood. For years he talked of the Dark Lord, who was going to bring wizards out of hiding to rule the Muggles and Muggle-borns…and when he was sixteen years old, Master Regulus joined the Dark Lord. So proud, so proud, so happy to serve…”**

Harry rolled his eyes as he heard that Regulus joined the Death Eaters at age sixteen, it seemed that they liked to recruit the young. He looked over at his sleeping dragon and thought that he too joined the Death Eaters at sixteen. He looked back over at the elf as he continued with his story, “And one day, a year after he had joined, Master Regulus came down to the kitchen to see Kreacher. Master Regulus always liked Kreacher. And Master Regulus said…he said…”**

The elf let go of Harry’s robes and curled up into a ball with his head between his knees as he began to rock, “…he said that the Dark Lord required and elf.”**

Harry scrunched his eyebrows and whispered, “Voldemort needed an elf?”**

“Oh yes,” he moaned, “And Master Regulus had volunteered Kreacher. It was an honor, said Master Regulus, an honor for him and for Kreacher, who must do whatever the Dark Lord ordered him to do…and then come home.”**

The elf rocked faster and let out a shuttered sob, “So Kreacher went to the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord did not tell Kreacher what they were to do, but took Kreacher with him to a cave by the sea. And beyond the cave there was a cavern, and in the cavern was a great black lake….”**

Harry’s stomach dropped as he knew exactly of what cavern and black lake Kreacher spoke. He had been there earlier that evening and he grew angry as he pieced together what Voldemort had forced the elf, his elf, to do. He felt his fist clench as Kreacher continued, “There was a boat…”** Harry shuttered as his memories flashed back to Dumbledore pulling the chain of the boat. “There was a b-basin full of potion on the island. The D-Dark Lord make Kreacher drink it…”** The elf shuddered, “Kreacher drank, and as he drank, he saw terrible things….Kreacher’s insides burned….Kreacher cried for Mater Regulus to save him, he cried for his Mistress Black, but the Dark Lord only laughed…He made Kreacher drink all the potion….he dropped a locket into the empty basin….he filled it with more potion. And then the Dark Lord sailed away, leaving Kreacher on the island….”**

Harry vividly saw the scene in his mind but he couldn’t figure out how the little elf had managed to escape. He didn’t have too much time to ponder it before the elf spoke, “Kreacher needed water, he crawled to the island’s edge and he drank from the black lake…and hands, dead hands, came out of the water and dragged Kreacher under the surface….”**

Harry fought his own memories of almost drowning in the same black lake by being gripped by those same cold dead hands. He whispered, “How did you get away?”**

“Master Regulus told Kreacher to come back.”**

Harry hummed realizing that the anti-apparation ward on the area didn’t extend to house elves like the magic at Hogwarts and many of the Black properties. It was probably the same for Malfoy manner. “So what happened when you got back? What did Regulus say when you told him what happened?”**

“Master Regulus was worried, very worried. Master Regulus told Kreacher to stay hidden and not to leave the home. And then…it was a little while later…Master Regulus came to find Kreacher in his cupboard one night, and Master Regulus was strange, not as he usually was, disturbed in his mind, Kreacher could tell…and he asked Kreacher to take him to the cave, the cave where Kreacher had gone with the Dark Lord…”**

“And he made you drink the potion?”**

The elf shook his head no and explained that Regulus pulled out the locket in Harry’s hand and gave it to Kreacher. He told him to switch the lockets when the basin was emptied. He explained how Regulus ordered him to leave after doing so and never tell his mistress what happened and to destroy the locket. What really happened to Sirius’s brother washed over Harry, which caused a new rift to open up in his heart for the Black Family. He looked back down at Kreacher as a tear slipped down his cheek, “Please take Regulus’s other locket and return to the kitchen. I will remember your bravery and the bravery of Regulus. I’m proud to have a house elf like you serve me.” Before the elf could disappear from the room, a doe Patronus appeared in the room and Snape’s voice announced that he awaited Harry. He turned to Kreacher, “I need you to take me back to your Mistress’s home. I must meet with Severus.”

The elf wiped his blood shot eyes and nodded. He put Regulus’s locket around his neck and took Harry’s hand. He then apparated them to the noble house of Black and Harry nodded to him, “Please go speak with your mistress while I speak with Severus. I will call you when it’s time for us to return to Hogwarts.” He turned and walked down the stairs to the kitchen where Snape awaited him. The man looked a little worse for wear, “He didn’t punish you, did he?”

The pale potion’s master shook his head, “No, I just can’t stop seeing my friend falling from the tower dead by my own wand.”

Harry sat down, “Oh Severus, you must remember that you did what needed to be done. I’ll make sure that McGonagall knows that you were working with Dumbledore. I think we must consider your cover, but at the same time I don’t want you harmed. I did want to let you know that Dumbledore’s wand broke upon impact. I think we should bury it with him.” He paused and handed Severus the note. “It wasn’t the cup. It turned out to be the intended resting place of the locket, but as you can see someone got to it first. We’ve already destroyed it and Regulus died in that cave because he ordered Kreacher to leave him. You wouldn’t by chance know why he would’ve shown up out of his mind and sacrificed himself other than finding out about what the Dark Lord was willing to do in order to preserve his immortality.”

Snape swore under his breath before making eye contact with Harry, “I don’t know why I didn’t realize it before. Regulus was one of the Death Eaters sent to the Evan’s home. He was present with the Lestrange brothers who took care of the parents. He was left to torture the young girl. I don’t know how he did it, but he must’ve convinced them of her death. Perhaps he gave her some draught of living death; he was an astute potions student. He had to have realized who Rose was; she had the same green eyes as your mother. He was in Slytherin with me, but he still kept an eye on his brother. I could tell that he cared for Sirius even though his brother ignored him for following Black ideology.”

“Wait, are you saying what I think you’re saying? You think that watching the parents of a young girl being tortured and murdered before her eyes. Then being asked to do the same to the little girl was enough of a breaking point after discovering that the Dark Lord had created a Horcrux to drive him mad? Then again the Blacks are known for their insanity, aren’t they?”

“You are definitely you’re mother’s son. Too bad you look so much like your father.”

Harry grinned, “Thank you. Do you think he brought her somewhere to hide and protect her before going to his death? I mean he died in 1979 and she was abducted that same year. It just seems to fit.”

“How do you know when he died?”

Harry shrugged, “There’s a permanent sticking charm on the Black Family Tapestry in the parlor. The year he died is under his name. How would I find out if there are any other house elves at other Black locations?”

“You won’t have access to your full inheritance until you are of age. You have access to your personal vault and to Sirius’s personal vault, but you will not have access to the Potter and Black family vaults until July. I guess your best bet is to ask Kreacher. He’s the main elf in this home and thus the one in charge of all the other elves.”

“Kreacher,” Harry called.

“Yes Master, are you ready to return to Hogwarts?”

“I will be here in a moment, but first I have a question to ask you. Are there any other house elves at the other Black family properties? I know about the Malfoy elf staying at the Ireland property. Are there any other elves?”

The elf’s eyes widened, “There’s only one other elf. Regulus bought her and she’s staying at the property in France. Regulus ordered Kreacher to never visit that property and to leave the care of that property to Nilly.”

Harry decided it was best to see what the other elf might know, “Nilly.”

A female elf in a beautifully embroidered tea cozy appeared before them, “This is the first time Master has called Nilly. How may I assist you?”

“Is Mistress Rose still staying with you in France?” Harry’s heart sped up as he wondered if he’d finally found his aunt. Hope swelled as he realized that if he’d found her, he wouldn’t have to return to the Dursleys’ but rather stay with Rose in France for a bit to reactivate the blood wards for the last year.

The elf nodded, “Yes Mistress is still at home. She works for the French Ministry, but doesn’t like to leave home that often.”

Harry quickly summoned his photo album that had pictures of his mother and father. “Nilly, I’m Mistress Rose’s nephew, Harry Potter. I want you to bring my still living Godfather, Severus, and this book to Rose tonight.” He turned to Severus, “I expect you to protect her with your life. I understand that you’re still playing Death Eater and if you are summoned I request that you apparated here before you go to a meeting. Draco and I will be visiting as soon as school is out.”

Severus nodded in understanding and took the house elf’s hand and held the photo album in the other. The two disappeared from the room and Harry turned to Kreacher, “Let’s go back to Hogwarts, I’m knackered.”

The elf popped him back into his bed and returned to the kitchens. Harry stripped and climbed into bed with his still sleeping dragon. He knew that Draco would be furious with him when he discovered what happened while he slept, but in that moment all he cared about was that his love was safe. He kissed the blonde head of hair and drifted off into the land of nod.

A/N: I told you before that I figured out what had happened to Rose. I think this fit in well with Regulus’ story. What did you think? I also moved up Dumbledore’s death to right after Easter holiday.

*These words belong to JK Rowling and are found at the end of chapter twenty-eight of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (2005) entitled Flight of the Prince.

** This dialogue belongs to JK Rowling and are from chapter ten of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (2007) entitled Kreacher’s Tale.
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