Chapter 17 – A Snake in the House
The first week back after the holidays was the worst yet for assignments and schoolwork. Now that they were in the last months until OWLs, all professors seemed manic to stuff every last bit of information into them. Harry and Hermione also had an unusual, but not wholly unexpected development when they arrived back from the holidays. After their first Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall asked them to stay after the rest of the class. Harry was nervous, but Hermione was curious. When they approached the professor's desk, she wore a strange expression that made them both wonder.
"Mr. and Mrs. Potter, please sit. I need to talk to you about your test results from the end of last session."
Hermione blanched as images of test failure flashed through her head and her stomach did flips. Harry's voice calmed her before true panic set in.
Really love? You would never fail a test. It's more likely that you scored higher than any student in the history of school and they want to award you.
Before Hermione could retort, the professor continued.
"Here are the results of your tests. You both did quite well, but there is an issue. I suppose it's not surprising, but it does leave us in a quandary. Mr. Potter, no offense, but your scores have never been as high as Mrs. Potter's. At least until now. Mrs. Potter scored top for her year once again, but you're only two points behind her due to one slight miss on your Transfiguration exam. I've looked at that question and your handwriting seems strangled, almost as if you were forcing something. Then, when I received the rest of the results, I decided to review each test and was quite startled. If I had seen the same results with anyone else, I would suspect cheating, despite the protections we put in place to prevent that. You see, in reviewing your tests, I find many of the answers to be nearly the same. The wording changes slightly, but the ideas and the order of the answers are identical. I think it is obvious that your bond makes separating the two of you for exams a near impossibility. I have a suspicion with my exam since it was one of the last one taken that Mr. Potter was perhaps trying to force his own answers and that is the reason for the change in his writing. Am I correct in my assumptions?"
Aw shite love, what do we tell her? I really tried to keep my mind on my own tests.
I know, I did the same. Even when I was ready to write my usual two feet of parchment answers, you were in my head and I had this feeling that I had done enough and moved on. And some of your insights on the questions were so fresh and interesting that I couldn't ignore them. I think we just need to tell her.
The silence caused the professor to raise an eyebrow as she looked back and forth between them. Harry gave Hermione a small mental nudge and she took the lead.
"Sorry professor, Harry and I were just conferring. You are correct in your assumption. We both tried to block each other out during the tests, but it's quite difficult to do so. Will this be a problem, especially with OWLs? Will it be considered cheating?"
"Well, it's not a problem for now. I've talked with the other professors and the headmaster and they all understand. Professor Babbling was actually quite excited that Mr. Potter has caught up completely in Runes. Professor Flitwick even suggested that we may want to save time and have you two test together, but I don't believe that is wise. The headmaster suggested that you might try working on your mind magics to block each other better, but even he isn't sure that would work. For now, we will continue with testing as we have been and all of the professors will allow for your unique link. If it continues the same up until OWLs, we will need to talk to the examination department at the Ministry to see how they want to handle you. Honestly, soul bonds are so rare that no one has experience in this regard. Anyway, you've got plenty to keep yourselves occupied. I wouldn't worry too much on this for now, but I did need to bring it to your attention."
"Thanks professor. I guess we will try to block more, but that will be hard."
The professor nodded and they let the office. While they didn't talk to each other, their thoughts swirled together with many of the same musings.
Over the next couple weeks, they fell back into a routine of study, research and Quidditch. Gryffindor was due to play Slytherin at the end of January and the entire school was anticipating the match. They often retreated to the Gryffindor common room for class study, and then went to the Potters' apartment for their extra studies among the allies. Now that the Lovegoods were allies and Luna knew everything, it made things easier because the others didn't have to be careful about saying something they shouldn't. She also had a calming effect on everyone and a surprising tempering effect on Ron that was made evident one day in the library. Everyone gathered one evening after dinner, filing in and claiming their usual table toward the back of the library. Ron and Luna were the last to arrive and Ron was busy stuffing the last of a roll in his mouth. When he saw everyone, he spoke without thinking, although much of it was unintelligible since his mouth was full. Luna let go of his hand and turned to stare at him. She didn't scowl, but her gaze bore into him as his eyes met hers.
"Ronald, please! Chew then talk. If you keep doing that, the mergimblies are going nest and I'm going to have to leave."
"Yes Luna."
Properly chastened, Ron approached the table and set down his and Luna's books. Luna was standing behind a chair, just waiting. Ron seemed to suddenly get the hint and reached to pull the chair out for her. He was rewarded by a brilliant smile and a quick kiss that made him grin. Hermione watched the exchange and tried not to smirk.
Well, it seems all that Ron needed was a good woman to refine him a bit. And Luna has the patience.
Which she'll need.
Hermione suppressed a laugh at Harry's parting comment and turned her focus back to their Charms essay. After a couple hours in the library, all of the friends retreated back to the Potter apartment for a session of meditating and occlumency practice. The first half hour was spent with everyone sitting on the rug in front of the fireplace as they worked in a group. They would first bring up their shields and then have a partner try to get past the shields. When that was done, each person went to find separate areas around the apartment to meditate and rebuild their shield strength before retiring for the night. While each person was supposed to be on their own, the three couples all decided they wanted some personal time. The only person not paired among the group was Susan. Once she finished her meditation and brought herself out of trance, she heard a variety of unusual noises and stood to look around the room. The sights that met her made her shake her head. Harry and Hermione were still on the rug in front of the fire. Harry's shirt was gone and Hermione's blouse was half unbuttoned while they fondled and snogged. In another corner, Ginny was perched on Neville's lap on a love seat and her top was also off while they locked lips. In another corner, Luna straddled Ron while they devoured each other.
"Alright everyone, my meditation is done and I think it's time for bed. I guess I'll leave all you couples alone."
A sucking sound came from the corner where Luna separated from Ron. Next Harry pulled away from Hermione while she closed her blouse. Then Neville and Ginny separated. Ginny stood up and looked at her friend.
"Oops, sorry Susie. We need to get you a boyfriend so that you can have some fun of your own."
Susan shook her head and looked away, only to find herself staring into Luna's too perceptive eyes. Luna looked at her queerly and then smiled.
"Who is he? Or she?"
"What Luna? I…I don't know what…what you're talking about."
"Ha! You couldn't even say that with a straight face. Which means Luna is right. As usual. So, male or female? Who is it Susie?"
By this time her six friends had all gathered and were looking at her curiously, while Ginny waited for an answer. Susan was at a loss. She had hoped to keep it a secret for a while longer. Then again, this group held far greater secrets among themselves.
"Alright, fine, yes there is someone. I am not in a position to tell you who HE is yet. I need to talk to him. It's complicated. It's only been going on for a few weeks. Really, when I can, I'll tell you. Now, I'm going. You may all return to your snogging and other activities."
Harry looked concerned and stepped forward.
"Susie, I won't push you to talk, but are you alright? Whoever he is, he better treat you right."
"Harry, thanks, but you don't need to protect me in this case. He is quite wonderful with me."
Susan's slightly dreamy look as she said that mollified her friends. It was nearly curfew and they all agreed that they needed to get back to their dorms.
Three days later, Susan caught Hermione and Harry in the hallway and surprised them when she asked if she could bring someone with her to their study session that night. They readily agreed, looking forward to finding out who the mystery man was. That evening, the other six friends were all gathered in the Potters' apartment when Susan entered. As she stepped in, the man who came in behind her caused Neville to drop his book while the others looked on, stunned. Susan smiled at her friends as she made the unnecessary introductions.
"Hi everyone. I'm sure you've all met Blaise Zabini, at least casually. Blaise, do you know everyone here?"
"Yes Suse, at least I know of them, although several of you I haven't spoken with directly."
Harry's feelings were roiling as he regarded the Slytherin. He trusted Susan, but still. They had a lot going on that he didn't need the general population of Slytherins to learn about. Hermione felt his confusion and tried to comfort him.
Let's give them a chance to explain dear.
Hermione stood and held out a welcoming hand.
"Hello Blaise. Please, come sit. We're all a bit stunned. You've never paid us much attention in the past. I know several of us have questions."
Blaise bowed his head and then responded.
"My thanks for the welcome Lady Potter, I am indeed aware that my presence has caused distress, although I would wish it otherwise."
"Please Blaise, here we are all friends. My name is Hermione. If you insist on using titles, then I think I would need to call you Scion Zabini."
"Actually no, you wouldn't, but that is part of the story."
Blaise took an offered seat and Susan sat on a chair next to him. Everyone could see he was nervous, but he lightened when Susan gave him a warm smile It was obvious the feelings between them.
"Alright everyone, I know you've got a lot of questions. Susan has told me that House Bones is allied with House Potter and I know that it is probable that she is privy to certain knowledge due to that alliance, but I want to assure you that I know no specifics. But, you all are important to her, and she is important to me so that's why I'm here. First, just to reassure myself, can I ask that you each take an oath to not reveal what I am going to tell you? Even to professors."
Harry nodded and drew his wand, as did the others. Each said their oaths in turn and then Hermione laid very heavy privacy wards around them. Blaise's eyes went wide as he felt the wards laid down.
"Wow, I heard rumors that you and Harry were powerful. Anyway, thanks everyone for the oaths. I have some very dangerous enemies, many of whom are the same as yours. This all started about six weeks ago, just after I went home for the break. Perhaps though, I should go back further. As you know, my family is very old pureblood. I was raised strict under all the old laws. I know my mother cares for me, but to my father I was an asset to the house, to be cultured and grown to benefit House Zabini. My greeting to Lady Potter may have sounded formal, but that is the way I was raised. From the time I can remember, every action I presented in front of my parents was scrutinized. This is the way with the old purebloods. We are to be paragons of society, to show no emotion, but to remain devious and cunning underneath. Once I reached the age of fourteen, my early training escalated as my father prepared me for adulthood. This also coincided with the new rise of the Dark Lord and he considered it fortuitous for me to be coming of age during this time. In the past two years, I have been present at several meetings with the Dark Lord, his followers, and those of us in the next generation. I cannot say that I enjoyed these meetings, but then again I also did not enjoy when I was betrothed last year to six year old Agnes Bulstrode. Over the last two years, I have done my best to maintain the facade my father required and have tried to understand the reason for the passion he has in following the Dark Lord. I have found this quite difficult though since I have gotten to know his followers and most of them are spineless idiots. Then I come to school and I see an absolutely brilliant muggleborn who grasps concepts of magic that most of us are still fumbling over. Then I look to the other side and see those that are called blood traitors who stand braver than any of the Dark Lord's followers. I have been trying to resolve these internal conflicts for over a year, until everything came to a head during the holidays."
Blaise let out a long breath and took a swig of the pumpkin juice he had been handed before continuing.
"The day after I returned home, my father called me to his office for family business. Realizing by his tone how serious he was, I put on my dress robes, combed my hair and presented myself formally to him. He then informed me that the following day I was going to be accorded the honor of meeting personally with the Dark Lord, who had a task for me. Once that task was complete, I would be given the Dark Mark. I cannot tell you how proud my father seemed. Prouder than he has ever been with me before. He didn't ask what I wanted, because in pureblood families, children always want what their head of house desires. I was horrified at the thought, and did something stupid when I told him I wasn't sure I wanted to follow the Dark Lord. He reprimanded me with his fists and then dismissed me and I returned to my wing to figure out what to do. I knew I could not go through with it, so that night I ran away. I took my school trunk with me, as well as several pieces of jewelry and a good bit of cash from my allowances that I had saved. I had no idea where I was going, so I stuck the trunk to my broom and flew for a while. Before I knew it, I found myself at Bones Manor. I knew the place from a social function that I attended when I was ten, and of course everyone knows Madam Bones. I had been at a loss about what to do, but figured if anyone could help me, it would be the head of the DMLE. As soon as I landed just outside the wards, alarms went off and Aurors appeared. I laid down my wand and told them I was seeking asylum. Madam Bones appeared and questioned me, as well as having the Aurors search me and my trunk. Once she was assured it was safe, she took me into the house. I'll be honest, I was scared and was having a hard time covering it. She realized this and sat me down with tea and biscuits so that we could talk. This was at one in the morning. I couldn't believe the kindness she was showing and that only made me more sure that I was right to have left. I offered to take veritaserum, but when she refused, I swore on my magic and told her everything. She immediately called the legal department, as well as social services and a healer. The healer came by and took care of what my father had done to my face. By the next afternoon, I was officially a ward of the Ministry and was placed in Amelia's care as a foster. When my father was notified, I received an owl the next morning indicating that I was officially disowned. I am now Blaise No Name. If you had told me I would have no name a year ago, the thought would have terrified me, but compared to what the Dark Lord had planned, it's nothing."
Blaise paused and the group all had a bevy of questions. Harry decided to start.
"Wow Blaise. I feel for you. That was incredibly brave to do what you did. What does Slytherin think? They must know."
"Yes, all of Slytherin house knows. My father's associates informed their children, who spread the word around the rest of the house. The professors all know of course, although the headmaster decided not to change my name on the rolls yet and the news has amazingly stayed within the house."
"So, if the house knows, how do they treat you? Are you still staying there?"
"The house has shunned me. The headmaster gave me a small one room apartment nearby and formally met with the entire house with Snape present. He made it clear that anyone who even threatened me would be expelled. I was actually rather amazed that he stood up for me like he did. I'm still technically a Slytherin, but I don't truly have a house anymore. You would have noticed during the match on Saturday, because I won't be playing."
"Alright, I guess that explains a few things, but what about you and Susan? How long has that been going on?"
Blaise and Susan smiled at each other as he reached to squeeze his hand. He nodded and she took over.
"Well, when the alarms went off two days before Christmas, I woke up and went downstairs to see what was happening. After Blaise was questioned and searched, he came in the house with Aunt Amelia. I was standing in the living room in my house robe and still looking a bit stunned. Aunt Amelia stopped to introduce us and it was strange, like I was paralyzed. When he reached to shake my hand, we both just stood there holding hands and staring at each other. Aunt Amelia told me later that she found it a bit funny. Anyway, I eventually found my brain and had tea and biscuits with him while Blaise told his story. Over the next couple days, we talked a fair bit and found that we have a lot of similar interests. Then, on Christmas afternoon, we got caught under some mistletoe together. As soon as we kissed, I thought I would pass out. It wasn't anything like when you and Harry bonded, but I've never had that happen before. And, yes, I have kissed a couple other guys. That night we talked and decided to pursue something more than friendship. Aunt Amelia wasn't surprised at all of course, although she made sure that we understand her house rules."
"Okay, so that means Blaise was at Bones Manor on Christmas Eve? Why didn't we see him at brunch?"
"Yes, I was there. Amelia thought it best to not make a scene, which my being there would have. I agreed and ate in the kitchen. I had only been gone for a couple days and she was still working on the legal paperwork."
"So that means you and Susie have been dating for about five weeks."
"Alright Blaise, thank you for being straight with us. I can understand that you're in a unique position. As you know, Susan is allied with House Potter. This gives her access to certain house secrets. While you can't be privy to those, I can tell you that a war is imminent, not that you're surprised I'm sure. We meet to study, as well as work on defense and mind magics training. I'll be honest, I'm still a bit leery of you, but I trust Susan."
"That's fine Harry, I understand. I want you to know that I support what you are doing, even if I can only guess at most of it. From what I've heard over the last few years, if anyone can defeat the Dark Lord, you seem to have the best chance."
With a tentative acceptance reached, the group began their studies. When it was time for their meditation and mind magics, Hermione gave Blaise a bit of an introduction, but soon found it unnecessary. As part of his training as a scion of pureblood society, occlumency had been a critical part of his early training. As the evening progressed, everyone became more comfortable with him. They were also appreciative of his subtle deference to Susan, from fetching her an extra drink, to giving her a hand when she rose from the floor. The two of them also traded small looks and it was obvious how much they already cared for each other. At the end of the evening, Hermione brought up something else that had been concerning her.
"Blaise, I've been thinking. I haven't paid attention to where you sit during meals. Are you still with the Slytherins? I haven't seen you with Susan."
"Yes, I usually sit at the end of the Slytherin table near the first years. No one talks to me, so I eat fast and leave. I've been afraid to be seen with Susan. I don't want her to be targeted because of me. I will admit that has become increasingly difficult."
"Alright, well I don't see any reason for you to sit where you're not wanted. You're welcome to sit at Gryffindor with us. I could put you under the protection of House Potter if you wish. Then you could sit with Susan. Draco and his cronies have been more careful with me since we claimed Founders' rights."
"Really Harry? You'd put me under house protection? Why? I have nothing to offer you."
"And there is another part of the old mindset you need to change Blaise. Not everything has to be traded for favors. You can accept an offer strictly out of friendship."
"My lovely wife is correct Blaise. I believe we have started a friendship tonight. You are obviously important to Susan and she is already under my protection, so this will be an extension of that. If you wish of course."
"Thank you Harry, I will happily accept the protection. I can swear an oath of fealty to you. It's a bit old-fashioned, but it's the oath that knights used to swear to their lord and liege. It doesn't hold the power of a house alliance, but I can bind myself to your house as an individual."
"Blaise dear, do you think you should do something public?"
"Hmm, yes, I think Susan is right. How about I swear the fealty oath at breakfast in the morning?"
Harry did a quick mental conference with Hermione, who readily agreed.
"Alright Blaise, I can agree to that. I personally don't need it, but I suppose it's necessary. Won't that divulge the fact that you don't swear under the name of Zabini?"
"Yes, but I honestly don't think that secret will last much longer. I will swear as Blaise No Name, although in times of yore a fealty oath would never have been accepted from someone without a name."
"Whatever. I've decided we need to start changing things. This is just another step. Now, until we get you under house protection, I'm going to ask Dobby to pop you back to your room directly. We'll walk to breakfast together in the morning. Everyone, are you in this as well?"
"Aye Harry, we'll go in united as allies."
Everyone said goodnight and Harry called Dobby to get Blaise while everyone else filed out. That night sleep was elusive as Harry and Hermione lay in bed, discussing their newest soon to be ally. The next morning they were awake early and dressed carefully, finalizing their uniforms with their House Potter dress robes. Harry included the cuff links and clasp that he'd received for Christmas. Even he had to admit he looked quite important and put together. Hermione agreed whole-heartedly and snogged him for a good minute before she reluctantly realized they needed to leave. When they stepped out of the apartment, their five allies were waiting. They walked to the dungeons and found the tapestry that Susan indicated. She pulled it aside and tapped lightly. Blaise appeared a moment later and said good morning before accepting a fortifying kiss from his girlfriend. The group formed up with Harry and Hermione in the lead, followed by Neville with Ginny at his side, as House Longbottom was second to House Potter in stature. Next came Ron with Luna, and finally Susan walked hand-in-hand with Blaise.
When they reached the Great Hall, Harry rubbed his signet and took Hermione's hand. They strode into the hall and the magic that swirled around them quieted the tables as the eight of them made their way to the front of the hall. Harry gave a brief nod to the headmaster, who seemed curious, but gave a bare nod back. Then Harry turned and cast the sonorous charm on himself and Blaise. Hermione stood by his side, while the others stood slightly off to each side, forming aisles, as Blaise stood, facing Harry as he began the pronouncement. When they saw that something significant was occurring, Fred and George quickly joined the group and stood in the two aisles of allies before Harry.
"Attention to all citizens of the realm! I, Lord Harry James Potter, of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, stand here now to accept an oath of fealty. Come now and witness!"
Neville was familiar with the old rite and spoke up immediately.
"I hereby do witness!"
Neville looked at the others, who took the hint and also made the same pronouncement. Once the hall was quite again, Harry continued.
"Who comes before me to offer the oath of fealty? State your name and purpose."
Blaise had been standing, but dropped to one knee with head bowed as his voice magically projected through the hall.
"My lord, I, Blaise No Name, do come to offer you an oath of fealty. My purpose is to serve my lord as he would deem fit of me and my abilities."
Harry stepped forward and placed a hand on Blaise's shoulder as his eyes looked around the hall, briefly pausing on the Slytherin table.
"I accept your oath of fealty, Blaise No Name. Come now and swear oath to your lord."
Blaise stood and raised his wand as he began an incantation even older than the fealty rite.
"I, Blaise No Name, do hereby swear on my magic and my life to be true to my lord, Lord Harry James Potter, in all matters of house and honor. Let my life be his as my lord rules and let my life be taken if I should betray him."
Blaise then took his wand and sliced his palm. As he set his wand in the palm of his hand over the blood, Harry placed his hand over the wand. Blaise then looked in Harry's eyes and finished the oath.
"So mote it be!"
A brief light flashed over their hands as the ancient wizard's oath took hold. Harry had been a bit surprised at the particular oath that Blaise had chosen. It was something he had read briefly, but it was quite old and hadn't been used in at least a century. It was also one of the strictest individual oaths possible. Any doubt he had was erased. Blaise was an individual ally to House Potter now, bound as tight as the house alliance oaths. As the oath finished, Harry nodded at his friend and Blaise stepped to Susan's side, where she cast a healing charm on his palm as Harry addressed the hall.
"All of you here now have witnessed the oath of fealty. Let it be known that Blaise No Name is allied to House Potter and is under the protection of my house. Any person who places a threat on the allies of House Potter will be declared an enemy of the house and I will seek recompense. So say I, Lord Harry James Potter!"
Harry said the last as he rubbed his signet and let a wave of house magic pour out of him and around the hall. He glared at the Slytherin table and saw quite a few looks of displeasure, as well as a couple very pale faces. Satisfied, he cancelled the sonorous charm, turned and nodded to Dumbledore once again and then proceeded back to the Gryffindor table, with all his allies following. His housemates shuffled quickly to make room and all of the allies sat to eat among the Gryffindors. The hush in the hall eventually turned normal as the usual breakfast conversations began. Glad to be done with the show, Harry heartily dug into breakfast.
Later that day, when Harry arrived in Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall smirked and shook her head at him. Harry just smiled back and shrugged. The following day, the headline on the Daily Prophet declared the double news that the Zabini heir no longer carried the house name and that he had sworn fealty to House Potter. Blaise took it in stride, happy that the secrets were done and pleased that he now had truer friends than those in Slytherin house had ever been.
Chapter 18 – French Connections
The rest of the month of January dragged on slowly as the Potters and their friends focused on their studies for school, as well as additional research into the horcruxes. The Prophet held little news that could give a clue about what Voldemort and his followers were up to. It appeared that the harsh winter was keeping them indoors as much as the students.
Despite Hermione's best efforts with all the reference material she was given, she was no closer to finding an answer to the horcrux problem. Luna also seemed frustrated when her father reported that the family archives didn't have any information on soul magic. Harry was feeling a bit down about the efforts as a whole when he was summoned to the headmaster's office one day. Hermione had been studying with him and decided to come along as well. When they reached the office, they were surprised to find that Dumbledore was not alone. Sitting across from him was Bill Weasley. As soon as they entered, Bill turned and stood up to greet them. The look on his face was hard to read, it was serious but tinged with something else.
"Harry, Hermione, I have some potential news for you on the hunt for horcrux knowledge. I know Albus is curious as well. Will you consent to his presence while we talk?"
"Sure Bill. Restricting information has only caused issues for us in the past."
Dumbledore gave the faintest nod as he recognized the subtle jibe at himself. Bill nodded and took his seat as Harry and Hermione took two chairs for themselves.
"Alright, I received permission for personal research within the goblin archives. My senior was curious as to why, but when I mentioned it was House Potter business, he allowed it without further explanation. The goblins hold your family in deep regard Harry. I can't tell you how unusual this is. Anyway, the archives are massive and I've been busy for the past couple months using whatever time I have to search them. Thankfully, they're well categorized or it would take me years. A couple days ago I came across a small reference to a soul magic device used by a sorcerer 827 years ago. It wasn't called a horcrux specifically, but I believe from the descriptions that it was much the same. This text I found the reference in is written in an ancient dialect of the goblin language. I daresay I am one of only a handful who can read it, and probably the only wizard. As part of my work in the vaults of Egypt, goblin based languages became my specialty. Anyway, I digress. The reference noted that the sorcerer and his soul magic were defeated with the 'singular abilities of the matriarch of the veela'. That's all it says. I know it's not much, but I've been thinking over the past couple days and have an idea."
Bill stopped and sipped a glass of water that had appeared at his elbow and then continued.
"Harry, you remember Fleur Delacour from the tournament I'm sure. As you are probably aware, she is one quarter veela. Her grandmother is full veela. Well, Fleur is working at Gringotts and I have been tutoring her on English. Over the past few months we've grown quite...close. I think it may be helpful to pursue the veela connection and I think Fleur and her family would be a good start. The veela are mysterious creatures of unique magic who guard their secrets closely. Perhaps having a family member who can intercede for you will help. I am aware that it would mean bringing Fleur and her family into your confidence. I have met Jean-Louis and Appoline Delacour and they are fine people. Jean-Louis is the director of the Bureau de Magie's International Cooperation department. They could potentially be excellent allies in France."
Harry took a minute to ponder everything Bill had told him and heard Hermione's musings overlaid with his own thoughts. He supposed that pursuing any direction was necessary. This was the first lead they had outside Dumbledore's research. It couldn't hurt to talk to the Delacours and see what he thought of them. Hermione seemed to think similar, a cautious but friendly approach. He was about to speak when Dumbledore cleared his throat and added another thought.
"Harry, I would strongly urge you to consider this. Having friends in France could be quite helpful for any upcoming battle. During the first war, Voldemort gathered soldiers from several countries on the continent. Also, the giants that came to his side came from a colony in the south of France."
Harry nodded and then turned back to Bill.
"Bill, first thank you for the time you've spent researching. I think I want to at least meet with the Delacours. Can you arrange that?"
"Sure, that shouldn't be a problem. I'll send you a note when it's set."
The Potters talked with the headmaster and Bill for a couple more minutes and then thanked them both before leaving to return to their apartment. The following morning, an owl arrived with a brief note:
Lord Potter,
All is arranged. Meet Saturday at 11, Gringotts.
-WW
The initials caught Harry for a minute, but then he realized that Bill would of course be William. Combined with the vague note, even if the owl was intercepted, it wouldn't mean much to anyone else. Anyway, they had their appointment with the Delacours and Harry briefly wondered what Fleur's parents would be like.
The rest of the week passed by quickly as the allies struggled to keep up with their coursework and continue their extra defense practice. Professor Lupin's class was unsurprisingly one of their best and they were learning the practical side to defensive magic. It wasn't all about shields and curses. You also had to be fit and alert, ready to dodge and block if necessary. The brief exercises that they had time for in class were expanded on during their extra studies. In addition, he and Hermione decided to take up running to build their stamina. When the snow drifts grew to high for even melting charms, they devised a route through the castle that equated to five kilometers and could be done in circuits. Their usual study group joined them each morning, although Ron was none too happy about it. Only Luna's insistence and her surprising muggle running uniform made him decide that the exercises weren't all bad. Fred and George took to joining them, although they preferred to continue the rest of their studies with their classmates, including their girlfriends Angie and Katie. Harry once tried to figure out which girl was dating which twin. He thought Angie was dating Fred and Katie was dating George, but then he could have sworn he saw Angie and George together in a side alcove. Maybe he was mistaken. Or maybe not. The twins said they shared everything. That brought to mind an image he didn't want of his four teammates which he quickly tried to banish.
Saturday arrived and the Potters spent their usual lazy Saturday morning by themselves in their apartment before proceeding to floo to Gringotts shortly before eleven. When they arrived, Bill was waiting. He was dressed in his best robes and nodded when he saw that they both wore their official House Potter robes. He stepped over as soon as they arrived.
"Thanks for being prompt. I have a portkey that leaves in four minutes for France. Taking a floo that far isn't recommended and we don't want to drop out of the wrong fireplace. We'll be having lunch with the Delacours and you'll have a chance to talk and get to know them. Fleur is there already, her sister's birthday was yesterday."
Harry nodded and they chatted idly about classes and OWL year. When the portkey began to glow, they all reached for it and were soon whirling away to France. They landed a couple minutes later in an impressive foyer of what must have been a castle. The entire room was lined in marble with elaborate columns and expensive art on the walls. A house elf in a miniature suit with a crest on the lapel greeted them and gestured for them to follow. The elf led them down a long hall lined with more art and then turned left as they entered what appeared to be a large parlor. The room was decorated tastefully in blues and creams and, while all the furniture and artwork looked quite expensive, the overall feel of the room was warm and welcoming. As they entered, a man stood and stepped forward to greet them. Before he could, a small blond missile tackled Harry and began to barrage him with rapid French. Hermione was trying not to laugh at her flustered husband, who was trying to pry the girl off long enough to say hello.
Well, it looks like Gabrielle hasn't forgotten her rescuer.
Apparently.
Harry was saved when Jean-Louis stepped forward and admonished his daughter in barely accented English.
"Gabrielle! Let the man breathe. And where did your manners go? Flying out the window?"
"Pardon papa…"
With her father staring at her, the young girl realized her error and switched to halting English.
"Apologies Lord Potter. It is good to see you well."
"It's good to see you Gabrielle, and happy birthday a day late."
Harry then turned to the girl's father, who held his hand out. Harry accepted the handshake readily. Jean-Louis Delacour was a large man, built in a manner that suggested he once played a sport. His light brown hair was tinged with grey and his blue eyes sparked with intelligence as he sized up the young lord.
"May I extend a more formal welcome to you and your lady Lord Potter. I am Jean-Louis Delacour and welcome to Chateau Delacour. May I present my wife, Apolline…"
A stunningly beautiful woman who looked like a slightly older version of Fleur stepped forward and greeted them both.
"And, of course you are acquainted with our daughters, Fleur and Gabrielle…"
Fleur stepped forward to lightly peck them each on a cheek and welcome them. Gabrielle had calmed and gave a formal welcome with a brief curtsy. Jean-Louis gestured to the nearby seating area and they all went to find seats. Apolline informed them that lunch would be ready shortly. In the meantime, they talked casually about their studies and Harry's recent foray into politics and securing Sirius' release. Jean-Louis had some interesting insights on the working of the Wizengamot and it was obvious that he was an astute politician. Of course, to reach his position at the Bureau, he would have to be. When an elf popped in to inform them that lunch was ready, Harry rose and took Hermione's hand as they followed their hosts. As they walked, he conferred with his wife.
So far my feelings are good. They're obviously wealthy, but they don't put up a front like a lot of English purebloods.
I agree dear. I like the fact that they don't seem to be poking around for personal information. They're quite welcoming.
They reached the large, formal dining room and were soon enjoying an elaborate French lunch that was served in three courses. As the talk continued, the Delacours talked about some of their hereditary family businesses and Hermione managed to direct the conversation to their business dealings during the last war. The Delacours were an old family with a lot of small to controlling interests in a number of businesses. One of their specialties though was dealing in unusual gems and minerals used for runic configurations, which intrigued Hermione greatly. It soon became apparent that the last war hadn't left France untouched, as Apolline discussed the downfall of a couple prominent families. Her disgust was obvious as she felt they had brought it on themselves. As dessert finished, Harry felt comfortable enough to cautiously broach a bit of the subject that had brought them to the Delacour home. He set his napkin aside and focused on Jean-Louis.
"That was delicious Jean-Louis, merci beaucoup. Now, I know you are wondering the reason why I am here. I'm sure you suspect it has something to do with my report of the Dark Lord's return and you are correct. I come for a couple reasons. First, I wish to forge friendships here on the continent for the sake of sharing intelligence. My second reason is more complicated. I need certain knowledge that I believe the veela can assist me with. Before I tell you more, I need to know if the veela would even consider helping me?"
This last question was directed at Apolline as Harry's gaze switched to her. She seemed momentarily surprised and then took a moment as her eyes bore into Harry. He didn't feel her pushing at his blocks, but there was something else in that gaze. It must have been something in the veela magic. He felt as if he was being assessed. After a moment, Apolline gave a tentative nod.
"Lord Potter, the sisterhood may indeed help you if it means the end of the Dark Lord. His rise to power again threatens us much like it did last time. We will never bow to any man and, during the first war, the Dark Lord captured a couple of veela, hoping to harness their power. He tried to ransom them in exchange for the support of the sisterhood for his plans. When the support was refused, those that were captured were…used…and then disposed of. His return has been a concern since you reported what happened at the end of the tournament. Your Ministry may not believe, but the sisterhood felt the shift in the power of the winds, an ill omen for all."
"Madam Delacour, I assure you that the information I seek will be pivotal to the Dark Lord's downfall. There is a good chance that he may only be able to be killed with the help and knowledge of the veela. I can't say more to any not aligned with my house and cause. Would you be able to speak on my behalf to your sisterhood?"
"Possibly. My sisters are wary of outsiders, especially foreign wizards for obvious reasons. It would be helpful if I could give them more details."
Apolline traded a look with her husband and Jean-Louis gave a slight nod and then turned back to Harry.
"Lord Potter, I believe it is time to speak clearly among friends, which I believe I can count you as. The Delacours have always stood in the light and I have been assisting with certain efforts within the Bureau to aid our colleagues at the Ministry with recent information requests. They may not be willing to acknowledge what is coming, but I have heard enough in discreet rumors and whisperings to lend credence to what you say. And, with the Dark Lord's return, the path of this family is certain. My wife and her people would be brought under the dominion of the Death Eaters if they regain control and I cannot allow that. Not to mention the impact on the general populace of magical France. I am aware that several houses have sought alliances with you recently. If you were to offer, I would accept an alliance for House Delacour, provided that we are in agreement to not be called to arms or to be asked to work against the good of France."
Harry pondered briefly as his eyes locked on Jean-Louis. He believed the man in a way deep down that he couldn't describe, but he thought might be called instinct by some. There was some risk here, but he thought it was minimal. Certainly he had risked more in the past. He touched Hermione briefly for her opinion.
I agree my love. Everything I have read on the Delacours has been for the side of the light. They have a long history in this country. Almost as long as the Potters in England.
With Hermione's agreement, Harry made up his mind and smiled slightly.
"Alright Jean-Louis, I can agree to that. Shall we?"
Harry drew his wand and held it in his palm, as did Jean-Louis.
"I, Harry James Potter do hereby offer a formal alliance between House Delacour and the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. This alliance shall be for the support of each house against the dark forces that are currently gaining power, but shall not include a call to arms or any request that shall bring harm to France. What say you?"
"I, Jean-Louis David Alain Delacour, do hereby accept an alliance between House Delacour and the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter with the terms as outlined by Lord Potter. So mote it be."
With the usual flash of light, House Potter completed another alliance and Harry allowed his grin to widen.
"Thank you Jean-Louis. Now I may speak in greater detail about what we face. Do you wish for your family to be present during this difficult discussion?"
Jean-Louis turned to his wife and daughters and his gaze settled on Gabrielle.
"Gabrielle, please go to your rooms. You are not of age and these should not be your concerns. Neese, please accompany my daughter and remain with her in her rooms until I summon her again." (French)
Gabrielle looked quite upset, but Jean-Louis quieted her complaint quickly and she and the house elf left the room. Once they had a few moments to be well gone, Jean-Louis turned back to Harry and nodded. Harry took a deep breath and drew strength from Hermione's hand in his as he began to tell of the prophecy and the horcruxes, ending with the one that was lodged in his scar. Then he told of the results of Bill's research. As he continued, the Delacours all grew more pale and Apolline's mouth drew into a tight line. Once he finished, it was she that spoke first.
"Alright Lord Potter, your need is obvious and I can understand that time is essential. I will travel to my sisters in the morning and speak with the matriarch. It will be up to her to determine if we can help. I ask your leave that I speak of all this using the veela bond that will prevent my sisters from speaking of it outside of our home."
"You have my leave to speak as you need with your sisters Apolline. Thank you for the quick attention to the matter."
"And, while my wife contacts her sisters, you can be assured that I will be listening for any news that might come from the continent that could give a clue as to the whereabouts of any of these other horrid devices."
"Thank you all. I hope that we can find answers and put an end to Voldemort permanently very soon."
The Potters and Delacours talked for a few more minutes and then Jean-Louis called an elf and had Gabrielle brought back. She wasn't happy, but a glare from her father quickly quelled her. Harry, Hermione and Bill said their goodbyes and took hold of their portkey. Bill gave Fleur a quick kiss and she promised to be back the next day. Then Bill activated the portkey and they were soon back at Gringotts. From there the Potters floo'd to Hogwarts. When they arrived in the headmaster's office, Dumbledore was out and they made their way back to their apartment to collect their books before going to find their friends. Later that evening, Harry sent Hedwig on a route south through Britain to each of his allies to deliver notes with the news of the new alliance. He sealed each with his signet, barring any but the addressee to open the letters.
The next day, while the Potters were busy with more mundane tasks at school, Apolline Delacour said goodbye to her family and floo'd across the country to a small inn in Tournemire in the Cantal region of the Auvergne mountains. From there she waited an hour and caught a local bus up to Le Fau, the closest human village to her destination. Her looks would normally cause heads to turn, but she turned her allure so that it repelled instead of attracted and, combined with a notice-me-not charm, any who had seen her traveling would have been troubled to remember her. She was dressed in cold weather hiker's clothes, looking much like many others who ventured to the region. It would have been faster if she could have apparated at least part of the way, but the veela magic never worked well with apparition and her few attempts when she was younger had all caused splinching. When Fleur had successfully managed to qualify it was only for short distances, but her mother was quite proud of the accomplishment and thought that her diluted veela blood might be the reason. She pondered all this while the bus wound up the mountain to the small village that served as a base for more robust and adventuresome travelers in the mountains.
Upon reaching Le Fau, she carried only a small backpack as she walked up the road out of town. Three kilometers along she left the road in favor of a trail. Another five kilometers saw her take a different trail around a mountain peak. Finally, another four kilometers brought her to the edge of the valley that had been the home of her sisters for a millennia. The trail she had been on had disappeared a couple kilometers before and the charms in the area were meant to repel anyone not of veela blood. Now that she was within sight of the valley, and knowing that any errant hikers would have been left far behind, she transformed into her avian form and flew the additional twelve kilometers quickly down into the valley. As she flew, she breathed the crisp air and looked down on the land that had nurtured her until she had chosen to leave for the city. She had always intended to return, but then she had met Jean-Louis, a singularly incredible wizard who saw her as more than a plaything. His love caused her to forsake her return. Still, whenever she came back, her heart twinged at the sight of her home. She would never leave Jean-Louis, but she missed this place. Her sisterhood had settled here when the first bands of veela spread across Europe. The valley was narrow, with a gentle stream that irrigated the farmlands on the valley floor. The sisters didn't reside in the valley though. Instead they resided in the caves that riddled the steep mountains on three sides. She flew toward the largest of the caves on the west side where the morning sun would warm the matriarch's den. As she landed, she prepared herself for seeing the matriarch for the first time in six years.
Apolline's trip took almost a full day of travel and she had warned Harry that the matriarch may take a while to make her decision, so he refocused on his lessons and the upcoming Gryffindor-Hufflepuff Quidditch match. Hermione continued her own research with Harry helping as he could. As the days passed without word, they tried not to grow anxious. For a time Voldemort and his followers were remaining quiet. That was a bit disturbing, but it would hopefully give them time to find at least one answer to several questions. They talked to Dumbledore regularly and he was cautiously optimistic about the potential veela assistance. In the interim, his focus had been on the ring that he had found and how to destroy it. Along with being a horcrux, it had some additional nasty curse work that made even handling it troublesome. Dumbledore had never actually laid hands on it and now had to figure out how to destroy it. Basilisk venom was a proven method and he had been down to find what was left of the basilisk. Amazingly, it hadn't started to decompose yet and he collected the fangs. The problem though was how to use them on a small and solid object like a ring. Where would you plunge the fang into? When Harry destroyed the diary it was an easy thing, just leather and paper. Using the fang on metal was something else entirely. He and Harry had discussed this before the holiday and a couple of times since, but the answer had yet to be found.
Eight days after visiting France, the Potters were summoned back to the headmaster's office and were hopeful to see Bill or one of the Delacours. Instead, when they entered they were met by Charlie Weasley. He rose and greeted them and Harry could tell he was bursting with news. Dumbledore offered to leave, but Harry thought it would be best if he stayed. Dumbledore nodded and they all sat to hear what had brought Charlie all the way from Romania.
"Harry, I found something that I think will help with the horcruxes. At least with destroying the inanimate ones. I've been checking in with the headmaster and he indicated that is one of the key concerns. We know about basilisk venom and fiendfyre, but of course fiendfyre is ridiculously dangerous and would also set off alarms at the Ministry. I believe I found another way. In the library vaults at the reserve I found a text written in Occitan. I obviously don't speak the old language, but I took note of the title, along with some others in more obscure languages. I asked around and one of the reserve's healers' grandmother is Swiss and specializes in some of the ancient romance languages. I sent the title to her and she translated it as 'Blackest of Black, Magic of the Soul'. Well, obviously when I got that translation of the title, I was excited, but it doesn't help me to read the rest of the book. I actually found this before the holiday and have been working on the problem ever since. After much discussion with the chief of the reserve, I received permission to bring Miya's grandmother to view the book. We had to have her vow on her magic to never use or speak of what she learned. The chief even made it a blood vow. Rather ironic, but I understand his reasons. The old lady's name is Erna and she was quite upset at the required blood vow. She took a couple weeks to think on it, but when I told her it could be important to destroying Voldemort, she conceded. Anyway, she was at the reserve all day yesterday working with me to go over the book. I asked for anything about soul splitting, containers, that sort of thing. I know this is borderline telling her about the horcruxes, but with the blood vow I felt comfortable enough and thought it was important. Anyway, it was all worth it in the end. There is a reference to a sorcerer in the second century who made something similar to a horcrux and it was destroyed by a dragon. Apparently if a dragon breathes a certain type of magical, very hot fire on the object, it will rend the soul loose. To achieve this type of fire, the dragon must chew reticulated massiopyte, particularly found among the Sayan. A bit of geographical research led me to find that the Sayan people originate from the mountainous region of the same name in southern Russia on the border of Mongolia. Following the general directions in the text, I believe the stone comes from the Ergaki region of the range. I've never heard of the stone before and I'm sure it will be difficult to locate, but it may be worth it."
Harry blew out a long breath and thought for a moment, feeling Hermione's thoughts churning as well. It was a great lead, but of course every lead led to a longer path. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised after everything that had happened.
"Wow Charlie, that's an amazing bit of research and a fantastic lead. I'm not thrilled that Erna had to be told as much as she did, but I do understand and it sounds like the vow will protect us. What did she think at the end? I should get her contact information from you to send her a thank you."
"Erna was upset about it all, but understood it was important. She briefly considered asking to be obliviated, but didn't want any of her languages erased. I am certain that she is hoping now to put it behind her and try to forget. As for a thank you, that won't be necessary. I paid her 300 galleons for a consulting fee. She's actually a renowned language specialist and quite sought after."
"I understand. The cost is the least of our concerns, but I will see to it that the money gets back to you. I guess our next task is to locate some of this strange rock. If we do locate some, how much do you think would be needed? I have no idea how much rock a dragon chews to create flame. And will your chief at the reserve allow us to use a dragon for this? Does the type of dragon matter?"
"And now we reach the part where I can be of more help. Once we have the rock, I can help with the dragon. Usually a dragon can produce a small amount of flame with their normal stomach acids. For a more prolonged flame, we use a combustible stone that they chew into a gravel that dissolves in the stomach acid and gives a steady and hot burn over time. For a standard two minute burn, I would estimate five to six kilos. As for the chief, I can arrange an 'experiment' and he won't need additional details. We practice burns regularly with the dragons so we are familiar with their capabilities. As for the type of dragon, I think the best would be a Ukrainian Ironbelly. They flame the hottest. We have two at the reserve. Nasty buggers, but quite impressive at flaming."
"Alright, so the dragon is covered. That leaves us with finding the rock."
Harry was pondering when he heard Hermione mutter mentally in the background.
Love, speak up if you have any ideas. Anything will help right now.
Hermione gave a brief nod to indicate that she understood as she looked up at the three men looking toward her.
"I was just remembering the conversation we had with the Delacours last week. Remember that one of their main businesses is specializing in unusual gems and minerals for runes? Well, stone isn't that different. Maybe they would have a lead."
Harry lit up and reached to kiss his wife. He wanted more than a quick peck, but she pushed him back.
Dear, we have an audience.
Damn, alright. Back to business.
Grinning at his brilliant wife, Harry looked at Dumbledore.
"Headmaster, it seems that I need to make an emergency call to Jean-Louis. It should be about quarter past six, so hopefully he'll be home."
Dumbledore nodded at his floo and Harry got up and went to make the floo call. The first being who appeared was an elf. Recognizing Lord Potter, he popped away to find the master of the house. Harry barely waited thirty seconds before the elf popped back with Jean-Louis in tow.
"Hello Harry. This is a surprise. Hopefully no bad news?"
"Thankfully no. I have a business request for you. I am hoping your gem business can help to locate a type of rare rock. I can't give details from here, but I need thirty to forty kilos of reticulated massiopyte from the Ergaki range of the Sayan mountains of southern Russia. Ever heard of it?"
"Well that's curious, and no, I haven't heard of it. I have contacts in Russia who might be able to help. No one in that area, but we can try. Can you get me a spelling?"
Harry pulled his head out of the fire and asked Charlie for the spelling of the rock and the mountains where the rock supposedly originated. Dumbledore produced a piece of parchment and Charlie scribbled quickly. Harry returned to the fire and sent the parchment through. Jean-Louis grabbed it and looked briefly, scratching his chin.
"Alright Harry, let me make some calls. It may take a while. I look forward to when we can talk in person and I can find out what this is about."
"Thanks Jean-Louis. By the way, any word from Apolline? Is she safe?"
"No word yet. I'm sure she's safe. Her visits home can take a while. Veela sisterhood business that I've learned not to pry about. We'll be in touch."
Harry thanked his friend again and left the fire. He returned to Hermione's side as Charlie stood to leave.
"Well, I have to be going. I'm headed home for dinner as long as I'm in country. My portkey will take me back to the reserve in the morning. At least it seems we are making some progress."
After Charlie left, Harry and Hermione said goodnight to the headmaster and returned to their apartment. They sat and discussed the events of the last week for a few minutes and each were cautiously hopeful that their French connections would yield assistance in both endeavors.