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Dark Witch	By : Nescafevh Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 11470 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
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“Dinner’s ready, Hari!” Jarius arrived just in time to hear the call of the male as he finished cooking his lifemate their meal. It had been three days since the two had been discovered in their land and even though Gregori had come regularly to check up on the child’s health and the green eyed male had occasionally visited to talk with her, accompanied by either his lifemate or his daughter from that first night, they tended to leave the three alone to get to know each other, knowing that these first few days to years his instincts would be to protect his lifemate from EVERYTHING, especially other males who-to his animal side-where a threat to his bond with his mate.
Even IF they were already mated themselves.
Funnily enough the wolf-man didn’t set his instincts off, it was as if he saw the male as his lifemates sire, or maybe it was because he was an uncle figure, in both their own and therefore his eyes. Or perhaps it was because his lifemate was still so young that wasn’t possible yet.
He heard his lifemate run eagerly across the room to take her seat at the table, heard her giggle happily, and her pure happiness warmed his heart. His lifemate had had so much pain and fear, running for years, now-if he and his people had anything to say about it-she would live in safety and peace for the rest of her life.
“Did you finish your studies?” the male asked “remember if anything confuses you, just ask me.”
“I finished Uncle Remi” she reported “can you check it for me?”
“Of course, I’ll have a look after we’ve eaten. Are you finding any difficulty understanding it?”
“Some of it” she said, then her voice brightened “but the rest is really easy once you know what it means by the different ways to prepare the things are!” The male sounded amused “your Uncle Sev would be really pleased to hear that. He is the youngest Potion master of our century and was constantly complaining that everyone else was dunderheads.”
“What’s a dunderhead?” she asked.
“It’s someone who doesn’t study enough and ignores instructions, thinking they know better. Potions can be highly dangerous if not prepared properly and having students under your control who just....don’t listen....” She gasped childishly “but...they could get hurt if they do that!!”
“I know. Your mother was a genius with both charms and potions, she and Severus used to study together and dream inventing new ones. He said the students in his class more than often end up exploding their cauldron then making successful potions for use.” There was the sound of chairs scraping and food being served as she asked, excited “really?! Do you think I’LL be good at potions too?!!” The male’s voice had a smile in it as there was the metallic clink of the pot and scoop being placed down “maybe.”
“I’m gonna try, I’m gonna get so good at it that next time I see Uncle Sev he’ll be so proud of me.” The male’s voice held a hint of sadness as he replied “maybe.”
There was silence for a time while the two ate, just the clinking of cutlery and dishes as well as glasses.
He frowned, thinking of the males reply. It sounded like either he didn’t believe the child’s claim she would do well in potions, or that the child would be able to prove it to her ‘Uncle’. He was inclined to believe the latter, meaning either the male didn’t believe the other was alive anymore, or he didn’t believe they would ever see him again, at least in a positive light. The fact he was still sending them potions-and uncontaminated ones as it was-showed he was not only safe but on their side. He was sending them nutrition potions for his lifemate to take every day with meals and even Gregori was surprised by the speed of the child's current recovery, the potion apparently ‘nudging’ a small portion of her core to help speed her healing while at the same time the scars and burns were being softened enough for the cream the ‘Uncle’ allowed him to rub (with supervision) into her then, also made by the absent uncle.
He had noticed over the last few days, now knowing the sight of every one of his lifemates numerous scars, burns and marks, just how effective these treatments were, how clumps of thick, tight scar tissue was slowly softening and loosening, burns were growing lighter in color and other marks were changing. He wouldn’t be surprised if by the end of the year they were all gone once her body was restored to full health.
Although he would not mention it right now he saw this type of healing would be an asset. Children born to Carpathians were unable to nurse from their mother and had a high chance of dying in their first year of life. Very few were female children, only those being born to females once gifted humans seem to be being born and even then rarely. The princes own lifemate had only had been able to have one female child since her initiation and even though the healers own lifemate-that daughter herself-had had twin daughters, they had almost lost them. Perhaps these potions, or some variation, could be used to aid them. The princes brother, Jacques, lifemate was with others researching and trying to find ways and formulas to keep their babies alive past their first years, it is possible that while they had been on and off successful what they were missing was what this male knew. Perhaps the missing element was-in fact-an magical herb, a magic ingredient.
Just another reason for them to locate and if necessary save this Uncle from his situation, as well as the other.
But first they had to find out how to find them and this isolated world.
There HAD to be a way the two could contact the ‘potion master’, in case something happened and they needed a different potion, as well as know the location of where this other was imprisoned.
There was the sound of cutlery clinking on a dish and his lifemate called cheerily “finished Uncle Remi!!” The males voice came back, slightly amused “then put the dishes on the sink and grab your books, let me see your work so far.”
There was the sound of little feet running away, shuffling and then running back with the chair scraping back to the table and a muffled something hitting the table. When the next few minutes was just the drone of lowered voices as they talked about her work, he chose this time to enter the house with a gentle knock first to to alert them of his presence.
“Jarius!” came the feminine glad cry and he instinctively caught her up as she came barrelling into him, arms open wide. He picked her up, letting her legs wrap around his muscular waist so she could plant an innocent happy kiss on his cheek before wriggling to be let back down again and grabbing his hand to lead him back into the house, talking a mile a minute as she went.
Once back in the kitchen his eyes met the other males, concerned immediately when he saw the dark circles around his eyes, the paleness of his skin and way he seemed in pain. The male shook his head at him then inclined it towards the child and he understood without having to enter his mind, he would explain once his lifemate was busy or asleep.
Slowly the male rose from the table, moving painfully over to the sink to wash the dishes while the child ran off to put away her books, parchment and ink. While she was gone the sandy haired male spoke “I’m fine.”
“You are not. You are in pain and look like you are ill.”
He sighed “it’s normal for me. Every month three days before and after the full moon. The potions I get from Severus as well as the Wolfsbane takes away the edge and makes it less painful, without it the day before and after I would be almost catatonic.”
Before he could speak two things happened at once. First, the child came running back in, moving over to grab the tea-towel to help by drying, the second was there came a flutter of wings and a tap, tap, tapping at the window. Frowning the man moved to the window, for his eyes to widen slightly and open the window wide enough for a flutter of feathers to reveal a Black-Capped Screech Owl, something tied to it’s leg.
The child took one look at the thing, cried out “Achillies!!”, threw down the cloth and ran towards the owl. She reached it’s side just as it was about to land on the back of a chair, causing it to change its mind and alight on her shoulder instead, cooing and nuzzling her cheek with its head as it did, intelligent enough to know not to grip her shoulder too tightly.
The male smiled at this “I swear you are the ONLY person that thing likes other than it’s owner, Hari” as she gently untied the paper from it’s leg and handed it over. She giggled as she walked to the refrigerator, pulling out some cooked bacon to feed it to the bird who took it and began to eat, carefully and skillfully balanced on her shoulder as she walked back. “Uncle Sev likes me, so Achillies does to!!"
This caught his full attention, the bird belonged to the missing ‘uncle’ figure? He eyed the paper the male was now enlarging with a wave of his wand over, so this was some sort of communication from him. He saw from his position a letter with the usual “hi, how are you? How are the kids?” note, but when the male waved his wand over it a second time and murmured a few words, that changed. The words MOVED across the paper, rearranging themselves, changing from inane writing to a type of looped spidery print that looked a lot more personal.
At his look the male spoke “spell Severus created and taught me to use, security in case the letters are anticipated. This is the first we’ve received in a full year from him, so either he hasn’t been safe enough before now to send them, or he hasn’t had a chance without suspicion.”
“Or the owl has not reached you before now because of you being constantly on the move.”
He shook his head “postal owls are magical and specially bred. They can find those they are supposed to deliver to anywhere around the world, no matter where they are. If Severus waited this long to post, he knows we’re safe and is taking advantage of a window of opportunity to do so. Meaning he may not get another chance for a while.”
“What does it say, Uncle Remi? When is he coming to visit us?!” she seemed so excited by the idea.
The male smiled slightly as he tapped his wand in some symbol on the page and something appeared on top, a good-sized box. The girl shifted, perking up, suddenly intensely interested “is that? Did he?!”
Opening the box he tossed a small box at her.
With a loud girlish cry and abrupt move (causing the owl to fly off with a cry of indignation, landing on the back of the chair and eying her) she caught it and carefully opened the box.
Something launched itself out, jumping away.
For a few seconds she chased it around the room, peals of childish laughter following before she finally caught it and with a quick move had bit into it, seated on the floor, rocking happily there and humming as she ate whatever it was, looking for all the world like she had not a care in the world.
He smiled slightly at this, warmed by the sight of his lifemate so happy. However he turned to look at the male, one eyebrow raised in question. He found the male also eating something, and he too seemed to be feeling better. By the smell he knew it was chocolate, the same as his lifemates, but there was something else to it, another element.
“Wizarding chocolate” the male explained “the mood-enhancing properties help with stabilizing moods and also can be a temporary stabilizer when encountering Dementors. She’ll be calm and happy the rest of the night. That’s not why I gave it to her though, it was the first thing Severus gave her after we rescued her, by sending this to us, he’s showing how much he cares for her, even if he can’t be here to show or say it.”
He got the idea. His lifemate was so happy because the chocolate reminded her, not only of her Uncle, but let her knew he was still thinking of her. It was telling her he still cared and was thinking of her. “What exactly IS she eating? Why did it move?”
His smile was a little bit bigger “chocolate frog. It is charmed to do that, just for the few seconds after it’s first opened. As you can see, children love it” seeing the child had finished he asked her “What card did you get?”
Giggling she ran over to the table and jumped up onto the seat, handing the box over.
Opening the back he pulled out a small card the size of a trading card, a figure on it, he looked at it for a few seconds then handed it back to her “Gordic Griffindor.” Her eyes lit up “the place you, my mommy and daddy were in school?”
“Our house was found by him, yes.”
She looked down at it closely and started to read it out loud “Godric Gryffindor was the founder of Gryffindor house at Hogwarts and the first owner of the cel...cel...celebrated Sorting Hat. He was the most accom....” she frowned and looked up at them. So he leaned over her shoulder and said smoothly “‘accomplished dueler of his time and an enlightened fighter against Muggle discrimination.’ That means he was the best at dueling and had a lot of knowledge about fighting against people who didn’t like those without magic.”
“Oh” she said softly, cocking her head to the side “like you?”
“Sort of” he answered “my people are called Karpatii after this land, we do not have a suspific race name. We are definitely NOT humans-Muggles, but we are not Magic-Users like you and your uncles either. We have our own type of magic and are connected to the earth and nature around us, she nurtures and protects us and is like a mother to us. Your father was a Pure Blood magic user and your mother was half gifted human-Muggle, the other half however...”
“What?” she asked.
“Your grandfather is different. HIS dad was half us, half Magic-User and his lifemate was a Gifted Muggle. So your granddad was Magic-User, Gifted Muggle and Karpatii. So your mother was 35 Gifted Muggle, 15 Magic-User and 15 Karpatii. When your granddad was with your grandmother it was because he was being possessed by your great great granddad who was a Magic-User, so when your mother was born he was mostly Magic-User.” He looked down at her seriously “he was a bad man, a REALLY BAD man, Cara, he hurt A LOT of people, your granddad and grandaunt and your granddad’s mom and dad as well as you mom’s mom. If anyone ever approaches you and says they are one of you grand parents or even a great grandparents, DO NOT go with them, DO NOT listen to them, or believe them. Only those you know of us. Even then if something tells you inside that something is wrong, that they FEEL wrong, listen to those feeling, they are usually right."
The child looked at the other male who nodded solemnly “okay, I won’t go anywhere away from you and Uncle Remi” she said seriously “I don’t want to.”
The sandy haired male looked back down at the parchment and tapped something that resembled a rune with his wand. A small object appeared on top of the page, an orb of clear crystal with gold and silver swirls and sparkles flowing constantly through it, about the size of a grapefruit, white runes over it here and there. His breathe caught in his throat “Hari, look” and held it out towards her.
The child's eyes widened all the way, she cried loudly “BALL....!!” seized it from him and ran out of the room, the door slamming behind her.
Frowning in concern he moved to follow, but the other male stopped him, shaking his head solemnly “give her a few minutes. That was her favorite item, given to her by her mother before she was killed. I’m surprised she remembered it, but I guess I shouldn’t be, it meant more to her than everything else they had ever given her.” From behind the closed door he heard the sound of music, a female voice singing and his lifemate crying. Torn he wanted to be there for her, but he recognized in a way this was a private reunion with a part of her mother she thought forever lost, “I don’t know where or when Severus found it, but he will forever have my gratitude for restoring it to her.”
He hesitated before he looked at the parchment “what does the letter say?”
The male frowned as he read it “Severus thinks he’s discovered WHY the headmaster is so obsessed with Hari.”
He raised an dark eyebrow “what does he say?”
The frown deepened “he can’t write it, just in case someone was able to translate this, but he suggested we do an inheritance test” he looked deep in thought “I know of a place, but it is in the magical community and we can’t go there for at least three days.”
“I thought you could not return to there, or they would give you over to the British Ministry?”
“No. We can be there, as long as we are in disguise. We can also be ourselves, they just won’t give us asylum here. However they won’t stop them if they were here from taking us and they won’t prevent us from purchasing anything there.” He frowned “the only thing is we do not have much money left, certainly not enough to pay for an inheritance test.”
“Which is why I will be going with you” he said firmly “all Carpathians have numerous investments over the centuries and share their wealth willingly between each other. That said I have been......well off for some time now. What is mine is now hers, by our laws and more, our males care nothing for material wealth, but if it makes life easier for our lifemate and those she cares for....” he motioned at him “it is a means to an end to us, nothing more.”
The sandy haired male frowned “we should be able to get some muggle money changed at Gringott’s. Hari is too young yet to access the Potter vaults-and the headmaster or Ministry probably have someone watching them accounts for transactions. MY family, even though my father was Pure Blood was never very rich, so I didn’t have much money BEFORE we went on the run as it was. They will do the test there as well however. I don’t know how much we will need, but I’ve come to learn that the money WE use in the magical community is cheap when compared to muggle money, so when converting you won’t need much.”
He waved it away, planning on bringing more than he expected. If this community had history books and such he would get everything he could and learn as much as he could, both so he would know and understand his lifemate’s world better and so he could pass them on to the healer and the others, so the information could be passed on to those males whose lifemates MIGHT be among those communities around the world. And once he knew how to find and enter them, others of his kind will be able to seek their match.
However this information needed to remain top secret, if it got out to Xavier’s brothers as well as-if the information he had gained was true-the remaining Manilov Brothers as well as any vampires, these worlds were still innocent in terms of the evil going on in the normal world due to the evil of the triplets and vampires of his race. The protections over the communities must be exceptional if even the triplets hadn’t found them yet.
“So you can not go to do this test until you recover from the full moon tomorrow night.”
The other male nodded “even though Hari has been accepted by Moony, I need someone to look after her for the night. My greatest fear is Moony getting too excited and accidentally infecting her with my curse.”
He frowned “how bad is the wolves behavior without the potion?”
“I don’t know” he admitted “without the wolfsbane potion I have no memory of the night during. Severus has always provided it for me because of the headmaster and later from obligation, but before then the version of it was faulty and worked occasionally. The Wizard who invented it didn’t complete it before his death, but Severus has always been a Potions Master, even in school. He refined and perfected it, he’s the reason I have ANY control at all. Before then I had to be locked up, or had to go somewhere where there would guarantee no humans would be. With the potion I get images, like dreams that come back the next few days slowly, but without is just feeling, pain, rage.” He saw images of waking covered in wounds and scratches, even broken bones. “I think in some ways having Hari with me has helped the last couple of years. I woken up after clear and unharmed and she isn’t hurt. Hari told me Moony doesn’t hurt her or us, he just spends the night either curled around her guarding her and cleaning her like a wolf would or playing with her. Mostly running around with her riding him.”
“So the other night was the only incident where you were discovered?”
“No” he said quietly “there was one, we were found by Witches and Wizards in Germany. They THOUGHT I was a threat to Hari and tried to separate us....” there was the echo of screams in his head “the only reason I didn’t become a mass murderer that night was one tried to apperate away with Hari and that made Moony realize somehow he had to escape with her before they had a chance to take her.”
“Apperate?”
“Muggles would call it teleport. We have three forms of transport apperate, the floo network and something call a portkey. Apperate is a spell used mostly for short distances, and the Witch or Wizard has to know where they are going, as in be able to picture it in their mind. For instance, I could apperate from here to the inn I was staying at in town. The only problem is those who aren’t highly skilled at the spell usually leave a tell-tale sound from using it.”
He raised his wand, there was a crack sound and he disappeared, only to reappear across the room to walk back over and retake his seat. “Portkeys’ are....well the only way I can describe them are as the Wizarding world equivalent of aeroplanes. They are some sort of object that transports one or more to a predetermined location. Of course it comes with the nausea often associated with air travel anyway. The floo network however is the preferred way to travel. It’s....hard to describe. The only way I can describe it is fire walking.”
“Fire walking?”
“All fireplaces are connected magically into a network, like a muggles mobile phone network but with magic. You take a small amount of floo powder, throw it into a lit fire in the fireplace and call the name of the person you want to talk to. They can then talk back. You can also throw a handful of powder into the fire, call the name of the place you want to go and step in and you will then be transported into THEIR fireplace. But there MUST be a fireplace there for it to work, and it MUST be connected to the floo network and activated.”
The male’s head came up and turned towards the bedroom and said softly “you should go in now. I think this is a situation it would be better to have you there and not me.”
He nodded and rose, leaving the chair and silently headed down to the spare bedroom. Opening the door he found his lifemate curled up in fetal position on the bed, the orb in her arms in the middle, looking tired and cheeks stained with tears. She looked broken and lonely, but also at the same time as if something had been returned to her. Without disturbing her he moved onto the bed behind her, curling his tall muscular frame around hers protectively and not speaking or moving otherwise, just being there for his lifemate.
He thought about what could have changed in his female since getting the orb. The sadness was being reminded of what she has lost, the orb was a reminder of her parents, her mother, and her loss of them both. She may not remember them completely, but she remembered the feelings, the unconditional love and joy of that time, even in hiding. The loneliness was knowing she was the last of her side of the family, her parents. She may know, she had an mate and grandfather, but her mother and father and anyone else she had from that side from the magical side was gone, NOT COUNTING her mothers sister. The two Uncles were family FRIENDS, not family. For someone who had gone through what she had, family was important. Which made getting the other ‘Uncle’ in prison, the one related to the her father, more important. He also had another idea of what to do about the loneliness, but he needed to speak to the healer about it first.
The strength he could see was through the return of the precious item and the memories it evoked. The memories of feeling love and comfort and happiness, for a child belittled and told she was useless and no one loved her and would ever love her or care for her, to regain an item connected to memories of that knowledge has helped by maybe not deleting that damage, but had restored SOME of her sense of self and confidence.
In his arms she stirred, opening her eyes.
She looked at him silently, not speaking or moving except blinking, before slowly looking down at the orb and touching one of the runes there. Music started up, a lullaby, a beautiful tune soon followed by a woman’s voice singing. He recognized the voice from his lifemate’s memory just after her birth, her mother.
Listening to the words he vaguely recognized them from human society and the more the song went through, the more he can to the realization of HOW appropriate the song was towards it’s meaning to his lifemate.
“Come stop your crying it will be alright
Just take my hand, hold it tight
I will protect you from all around you
I will be here, don’t you cry
For one so small, you seem so strong
My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm
This bond between us, can’t be broken
I will be here, don’t you cry
Cause you’ll be in my heart
Yes you’ll be in my heart
From this day on, now and forever more
You’ll be in my heart, no matter what they say
You’ll be here in my heart, always
Why can’t they understand the way we feel?
They just don’t trust what they can’t explain
I know we’re different but deep inside us
We’re not that different at all
And you’ll be in my heart
Yes, you’ll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more
Don’t listen to them, Cause what do they know?
We need each other, to have, to hold
They’ll see in time, I know
When destiny calls you, you must be strong
I may not be with you, but you’ve got to hold on
They’ll see in time, I know
We’ll show them together
Cause you’ll be in my heart
Believe me, you’ll be in my heart
I’ll be there from this day on
Now and forever more
Oh, you’ll be in my heart, no matter what they say
You’ll be here in my heart, always
Always
I’ll be with you
I’ll be there for you always
Always and always
Just look over your shoulder
Just look over your shoulder
Just look over your shoulder
I’ll be there always.”
He frowned, analyzing the words of the song. The “when destiny calls you, you must be strong” obviously referred to this prophecy where she would end this Dark Lord. While MOST of the song could be simply a mother comforting and showing her child her love, the choosing of THIS song she was giving her-or rather anyone who could properly consider it-a message. First referring to the prophecy, next the “I know we’re different but deep inside us, We’re not that different at all” implying both mother AND daughter was different in some way to even the magic-users. She KNEW she was more than just a Muggle-born or any of the actual magic-users and somehow KNEW her daughter was as well. Wether they both had the Dragonseeker dragon birthmark or just the mother had but sensed it in her daughter, he didn’t know.
What got him worried though was her implying some sort of protection over and over in the song. At first he thought it was just a normal mother’s love reference but the lines “This bond between us, can’t be broken” and “They’ll see in time, I know” made him think it was something more. But what?
“Mummy gave me this when I was little” his lifemate said softly, sadly “she said while I had it, I would always know that she loved me and would protect me.” She looked at him, blinking tears back “but I didn’t have ball at my Aunts, she couldn’t protect me. Do you think she would have still protected me then, even though that evil man took her away from me?”
“I think she would have done anything to protect you, even though she could not be there” he said “I think she KNEW the evil man was going to try and take her away so she set up something. What it was, I do not know. Maybe someone found it, or she hid it?”
She nodded thoughtfully and let her head drop back to its previous position, eyes closing.
While she slept he closing his eyes and let himself fall into a type of meditative state. Since his kind didn’t sleep like mortals did he could fall into a kind of half-sleephalf-meditative state where he monitored his safeguards around the house and the area around them for wildlife and any of the tell-tale blank spots that usually meant either vampires or Carpathians hiding their presence.
His internal clock told him it was only a couple of hours since his lifemate fell asleep when he was aware of a flicker of power on the edge of his senses. It came from the bed with them and was just a wisp, but still there. It didn’t feel threatening or dangerous, in fact it felt similar to his lifemates. It started to gather, getting stronger, not by much but enough to tease his senses and catch his attention.
Opening his eyes to only slits he looked.
One of the runes on the orb was glowing and a light mist was gathering beside the bed where they lay, on the side where his lifemate lay. As he watched the mist began to grow and gather form until a figure stood there, looking at his female sadly.
Again he recognized it!
The woman there looked down at her sadly, ghostly tears flowing down her cheeks as she leaned over, one see-though hand reaching out to brush the hair away from her forehead, only for nothing to move and the woman’s face to break even more. To see a mother aware of her child but unable to touch her or be with her was heart breaking. His lifemate stirred in her sleep, moaning and gripping the orb harder, causing him to instinctively tighten his grip on her and sooth her. The figures eyes moved to him and as their eyes met through the slits he gave up the pretense of sleep, opening his eye fully.
Even if the figure was nothing but smoke, it had a soul behind it and it was evaluating him and his presence in her life. He said and did nothing, just allowed the soul to judge him and his presence in his lifemate’s life. They were born for each other, a part of each other, destined and needed each other, he had NOTHING to worry or be concerned about.
The figure blinked at him and turned back to the child, ‘stroking’ her head again before laying that hand on her forehead opposite the scar and with infinite care and love leaned down to kiss the ugly mark.
As he watched it glowed briefly, highlighting the outline in the same color as her misty form and then it, and her form, were both gone.
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I din't writeown the lyrics for You'll Be In My Heart by Phil Collins, credit goes where credit is due!!!
Even before writing this I had this image in my head of a child Hari seated on the floor, humming to herself and rocking back and forth while she 'knawed' on a chocolate frog. So I tried to put it here.
I have always believed that the lightening bolt scar WASN'T left by Voldermort, but part of Lilly's blood protection. I read she was an expert in charms and runes (I don't know if that's true) so as a part of runes for blood protection of course it wouldn't show until AFTER the threat. There's also the angle of if Harry living with his Aunt and family meant blood protection with all the stories out there of Vernon abusing Him WOULD NOT WORK. Vernon may be married to Petunia but he's not BLOOD related, meaning the protection would stop him hurting Harry. As Petunia and by definition Dudely are blood related to Lilly, they are exempt. So MY explanation here is that the orb was needed to essentially activate the protection. It was with Hari when Voldermort attacked, however was lost in the ruins of their hideout afterwards, only to be found by Severus recently.
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