Ferinus Consanguinitas

A/N Sorry for taking so long again and leaving you with such a short chapter
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The morning after Lyra came back with Draco was a disaster, most of the Order were in an uproar about how Lyra was able to find Draco and get him back. McGonagall wasn't talking about what she knew, and the Malfoys were refusing to leave Draco's bedside. Remus had contacted Madam Pomfrey by floo as soon as Lyra and Draco came back, and both of them were put into healing comas. The scene Harry walked into at breakfast was shear insanity.

"But that is the problem isn't it, how long has she known where he is? And how did she find out? Potter's vision proved the Malfoy boy was in the same location with You-Know-Who. If she can get in, then why hasn't she done it before? I'm sure there are many more prisoners that could be saved." Moody's eye was swirling in its socket as he yelled around the breakfast table, as if he was trying to search the room for an adequate answer.

"We need to wake her up now and question her."

"You will do no such thing, Madam Pomfrey has given strict orders that neither Lyra nor Draco will be woken until at least the 28th." said Professor McGonagall, who was gripping her spoon tightly, and lips pursed in anger.

"Minerva we have been patient, we have trusted your judgment on this girl and went against our instincts to let her join the Order without knowing anything about her. We need to know more! How was she able to discern Draco's location when every tracking spell we have used has come back empty? How was she able to get past the wards of You-Know-Who's hideout, retrieved Draco, and get him back through the wards we have surrounding the manor when we haven't key'd them to allow Draco access." Remus was trying to remain calm, but the very air in the room was crackling with tension.

"Well I don't know about the tracking spells, but isn’t the ability to break through any wards what made the shadow demons so feared?" Harry asked and McGonagall's face paled.

"What do you mean by shadow demon, Harry?" Molly asked, and everyone was giving him questioning looks, except Professor McGonagall who looked at him sternly.

"Well..um..Lyra said she was part shadow demon, that her mum took the same potion as I did." He was a bit nervous about telling them, it was obvious neither McGonagall nor Lyra had said anything about it, he hadn't even had the time to tell Ron and Hermione what he had found out about Lyra.

"Potion? What potion?" It was Kingsley who spoke this time. The questions concerning how Lyra was able to bring Draco back had caused a full meeting of the Order. Many faces Harry did not know, but all were looking at him.

"Beast blood, I can't remember the Latin term, she didn't tell you about it?" His voice was quiet and he felt like he was a child tattling on his friends.

"She was supposed to be teaching you occlumency Harry, but not shoving dark potions down your throat." Moody was yelling again, and Remus put up his hands to try and calm him down.

"Moody please, we can't find out any information with you yelling like that, this is not an interrogation." Moody huffed, but let Remus continue.

"You need to try and remember the Latin name for the potion, Harry, it is very important." Harry ran his hand through his already messy hair, hoping that it would somehow jog his memory.

"I have the potion notes in my truck, let me go get them." Harry made to stand, but Hermione grabbed his hand.

"It's called Ferinus Consanguinitas." There were a few gasps at the name, and now everyone's gaze was directed to Hermione.

"You knew about this?" Mrs. Weasley's eyes were wide with disbelief that Hermione, whom she considered as a member of her own family, had lied to her.

"Well we thought you all knew too, we didn't know you would send her to Privet Dr. without discussing exactly how she was going to help Harry!" Hermione looked down at her plate, she was almost in tears and Ron who sat beside her put his hand on hers in comfort.

"Who are ‘we’?" Again Mrs. Weasley spoke, but in a softer tone as she saw the guilt in Hermione's posture.

"Me and Ron." She gave Ron an apologetic look, and all around the table people were turning to their neighbors talking about the possible effects of the potion. This reminded Harry of Hogwarts in the great hall when Dumbledore announced the Tri-wizard tournament.

"Okay, calm down everyone. Harry, how long ago did you take the potion?" Everyone's eyes were back on Harry, who looked to Remus before answering his question.

"It was on the full moon, so that would be around six days ago." again everyone went back talking amongst themselves, Ron and Hermione both gave him weak smiles then Remus spoke up again.

"Could someone please go get Madame Pomfrey? I believe she is still with Draco." Ron stood up and gave Hermione's hand a squeeze.

"I'll go, where is his room?" everyone looked to Minerva.

"It's the last door at the end of the hallway where your rooms are, and please get the potion notes from Harry's room as well." Ron nodded to Professor McGonagall and left the tension filled room. Harry only wished he could get up and leave. Moody then turned to Harry's head of house.

"Did you know about this Minerva? That Lyra was going to give him a highly illegal potion?" Professor McGonagall looked affronted that he would even ask a question like that, but her answer was interrupted by Harry.

"Illegal!! Why is it illegal?" Harry looked around the table worried, 'was it dangerous and Lyra didn't tell him?'

"The Ministry of Magic is highly opposed to combining creature blood and magic with that of wizards." Moody's electric blue eye had stopped moving and both eyes were staring at Professor McGonagall.

"It is still used in France, zat is 'ow our family acquired Veela blood. My grandparents 'oped zat it would make our line magically stronger, zere 'ad been a few squibs born in zee last generation." Fleur didn't look at all bothered with the conversation and was taking delicate bites out of her omelet. Then Ron and Pomfrey came back into the room, and the mediwitch was caught up on what they had learned so far, while Hermione read aloud the potion description and passage from the book. Madam Pomfrey ran her wand over Harry before telling him to open his mouth. She grabbed one of his top canine teeth and wiggled it, Harry flinched a bit at the pain it caused, then pulled away from the grasping fingers.

"I suspect you will be losing all four of your canine teeth over the next few days. You have others growing in your jaw and they will need the room soon enough. As for the rest of you there seems to be no damage, your muscle structure has changed a bit though, as well as your eyes. That must have been quite painful." Pomfrey then shone a light into Harry’s eyes, and this stung even with the darkening spell.

"Lyra kept me asleep the day after she gave me the potion, she said she felt guilty about not telling me it was going to hurt, so she cast sleeping spells on me." Harry was poked and prodded in front of everyone for a few more minutes before being declared healthy. Most of the people at the table let out a sigh of relief as Harry sat back down.

"Now before I go, Lyra knew that you would have questions so she has asked me to give this to you all. Under no circumstances are you to wake her or young Mr. Malfoy, am I understood?" There was a general murmur of assent as the mediwitch set down a bottle full of silvery liquid on the table.

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The room was full of witches and wizards, all dressed in the robes of death eaters. They were all talking and laughing, planning for the attacks that would begin soon. The group observing the memory stayed quiet at the request of one slightly insane ex-auror, he didn't want to miss anything because the rest of them couldn't keep their mouths shut. A slender figure moved away from the main group and down the halls of the building. She looked around, mask still in place on her face, then pulled out a stylized medallion from her robes. Two stars were placed at the top of the medallion flanked by large dogs standing on their hind legs. There was a sword below the stars and it was moving as she walked, she followed where the tip pointed her far into the compound. She rounded a corner and saw two other death eaters coming her way, and she ducked into a room before they could see her, the door opened behind her though and she quickly hid behind a large tapestry as the two from the hallway came into the room. They were laughing and obviously a bit drunk, a crash was heard followed by tearing fabric. The figure behind the tapestry peeked out from her hiding place to see the two very male death eaters ripping at each others cloths, tongues tangled together. The person behind the tapestry leaned back against the wall and took off her mask. Narcissa Malfoy rolled her eyes before pulling a flask out of her robes, taking a drink and making a face at the taste. The scene suddenly changed, Narcissa now had her mask back on and was coming out from behind the tapestry, the two death eaters were now gone from the room. She leaned next to the door, listening for footsteps, before easing it open and going back into the hall. She pulled back out the medallion and again began following where the sword led. She went down a long staircase and it was only a few more minutes before the sword led her to a locked door. She put the medallion away and pulled a very ornate key from her sleeve, She tapped the door three times with the key and it swung open, the key dissolving into rust. She brushed off her hands and walked into the room. There was a shuffling in the corner and Narcissa's wand was out quickly.

"Mother? Is that you?" In a filthy corner of the room sat Draco Malfoy, covered in grime and blood. He looked barely conscious and the chains around his hands and feet were cutting deep into his skin.

"Draco? We have to get you out of these chains." She moved towards him, but he coward back from her.

"You are not my mother, your accent is wrong, who are you!!!" He started kicking at her as she tried to hold his leg down to undo the chains.

"Draco calm down, you are going to bring the whole place down on us." But her words were useless, he was beyond any calming, and was thrashing and screaming to try to get away.

"I'm sorry Draco. Stupefy." His eyes became glassy and lifeless before he slumped down against the wall. She removed the manacles from his hands and legs and carefully put him over one shoulder. She began retracing her steps, finally making it to the top of the staircase before looking quickly around the halls. The slender figure then looked down at her hand, it was bubbling, the polyjuice potion was wearing off and Narcissa's pale elegant fingers were quickly reverting to an equally delicate albeit potion stained hand. A curse suddenly tore through her leg shattering the thigh bone and she fell screaming in pain, both her wand and Draco were rolling away from her.

"Oh poor poor little Cissa, I didn't think after our last little encounter that you would be in any condition to visit again." Bellatrix stepped out from behind one of the heavy drapes that lined the walls, her arrogant voice dripping with sarcasm.

"But of course you couldn't leave your little coward of a son behind, really sister, could you be so stupid as to think I didn't put a tracking spell on him?" The polyjuice was almost completely gone now and the blond hair that had fallen out of the death eaters hood was now reverting to inky black.

"Who are you? You are not Narcissa Malfoy." Bellatrix raised her wand again, pointing it at the girl on the floor.

"Oh do you just figure that out? I wish all the death eaters were as smart as you." The strange mixed of accents that was Lyra's voice came out just as sarcastic as Bella's had been.

"Why you little bitch, Crucio!" Lyra rolled on the floor in pain, moving closer to Draco as she writhed on the ground. Bella finally broke the curse and walked over to where the girl was whimpering. She nudged her with her foot before kicking Lyra hard where the bone breaking curse had hit. The lower portion of the broken bone ripped through muscle and skin, blood was now pouring around the protruded white thighbone. Lyra screamed in pain again, trying to back away from the now laughing death eater. Bella walked calmly after her, and with maniacal smile crossing her features, she bent over and ripped the mask from Lyra's tear streaked face.

"And who might you be my dear? Is Cissa really that desperate to send a little girl to retrieve her pitiful son?" Footsteps could be heard down the long dark hall and Bellatrix looked a bit disappointed that her fun was about to be interrupted.

"And what pray tell are you doing Bellatrix?" A smooth deep voice spoke from around the corner, Severus Snape stepped into the hall, taking in the scene before him. He bent down to pick up Lyra's wand from where it had rolled away from her during Bellatrix's first curse.

"Ah Snape, how nice of you to join us, this little bitch is just about to tell me who she is and how she get in here, aren’t you now, pet?" She spoke like a parent would talk to a disobedient child, standing back up to her full height before kicking Lyra once more. Lyra bit into her lip to keep from screaming out in pain, but more tears were falling from her eyes.

"Don't hold back little one, I love it when you scream." Bellatrix raised her wand again, grinning madly.

"Cru…"

"Avada Kedavra!" His potion stained fingers were curled tightly around Lyra's wand as Bellatrix's body fell to the floor. Lyra looked up at Snape through her tears and gave him a sad smile.

"Well I made a mess of things didn't I?" Snape quickly reached into his robes and pulled out a potion vial, kneeling down beside the injured girl.

"Open your mouth, it will restore some of your magic reserves." Lyra tipped her head back, following his orders, and Snape poured in the potion before shoving Lyra's wand back into her hand. More footsteps were echoing in the hall and Snape levitated Lyra over to a shadowy corner, then placed Draco's body in her arms.

"More are coming, get out of here now!" Snape hissed stepping back from the two teenagers.

"Come with us, if they find out it was you they will kill you." Lyra's voice was pleading, but Snape only shook his head, not meeting her eyes.

"I used your wand for the killing curse, so they can test mine if they wish, now go Lyra." More tears filled Lyra's eyes but she nodded reluctantly as the footsteps got louder, pulling Draco into a tighter embrace then they both dissolved into the shadows of the hallway.

Everything was suddenly very dark and Harry removed the spell protecting his eyes. He was surrounded by trees in a forest bathed in moonlight, Lyra and Draco were huddled on the ground in front of him, she pulled him close once again and they were now in the middle of a large meadow.

"I can't see anything, does anyone know what is going on?" Ron's voice echoed strangely in the memory.

"We were in a forest, but I think she apparated and now we are in a meadow." Harry looked around him, the meadow was surrounded on all sides by heavy trees.

"How can you tell Harry?" Ron asked again, his arms stretched out in front of him, trying to see if he could touch anything. Harry grabbed his arm and pulled him over to Hermione.

"Because of that potion, Harry can see in the dark." Hermione said grabbing hold of Ron’s and Harry's forearms. A collective 'OH' was heard from the people behind Harry. Draco was curled on the ground beside Lyra, who was lying on her back looking as if she was about to pass out, when suddenly a howl sounded out from the forest surrounding the meadow.

"Fuck" she tried to roll back to her side, but it seemed all her energy was gone, the howling was getting louder and closer, more than one voice joining into the cacophony. Many in the group huddled together, momentarily forgetting that it was only a memory.

"Is that what I think it is?" asked Hermione, who was holding both Harry’s and Ron's arms in death grips.

"Werewolves, an entire pack by the sounds of it." said Lupin, he seemed able to see better in the low light than most of the group, but nowhere near as well as Harry.

"But last night wasn't the full moon, how could there be werewolves?" This came from Tonks, who was standing close to Lupin.

"Cause we aren't in our realm in this memory." Harry said watching. He could see the glow of at least a dozen eyes coming out of the forest, and Lyra was finally able to pull herself towards Draco, putting her arms around him once again. Another shift and they were now in the darkened entrance hall of Malfoy Manor, Lyra looked up from the floor, her eyes barely opened, gave a half smiled then collapsed.


A/N

Ramandu thank you for telling me about my problems with chapter 3, hehe how embarrassing.

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