Soul Bond

Lucius threw back his fourth glass of firewhiskey as he ranted at his late wife’s portrait. “How dare you tell that filthy little half breed about the amulet?” he demanded. “And why are you talking to her anyway. Have you already forgotten that you are a Malfoy and as such even in death you must act like one? Malfoy’s do not associate with Half Breeds!”

Narcissa smiled at her husband. It was so nice to be dead and away from him. She could say anything that she liked and then disappear to another portrait somewhere else. It didn’t matter if Lucius like what she said or not. There was nothing he could do to hurt her any longer.

“She is a Malfoy. You saw her, Lucius. There is no denying that she is of your line.”

“She might have Malfoy blood, but she also is the product of Harry Potter!” he cursed.

“The Potter line is just as old and pure as the Malfoy line, Lucius.”

“And that idiot James Potter destroyed that by marrying that Mudblood and produces that so called savior!” he snorted.

“What of your grandson, Lucius? He has your eyes,” she taunted.

“He has the look of Potter all over him! He is no grandson of mine!” he raged as he poured himself another drink.

Narcissa laughed. “So you would rather see the Malfoy line end rather than acknowledge your two healthy and beautiful grandchildren, Lucius?”

Lucius glared at his wife and yelled, “Flunky!”

A loud pop was heard and then, “Yes, Master?”

“Bring me another bottle!”

“Yes, Master!” he said and immediately popped away. He knew better than to dawdle when his master was in one of his moods.

“Leave me be, Narcissa! And stop filling that child’s mind full of all of your tripe !” he shouted at the picture.

“Lucius, have you looked at it from this point of view? Your son is soul mated, which is highly respectable, and your granddaughter is a medium. Both are very, very rare in our world. Have you thought of the honor it would bring to our name?”

Flunky arrived at that time and handed his master the bottle. “Does Master wish anything else, sir?”

“Get the hell out of here!” he shouted. “And you to Narcissa!”

The frightened house elf popped away and Narcissa smiled before moving out of her painting to another. That would give cranky git something to think about.

Lucius sat on the couch starring off into space. He let the words his wife said float through his semi-alert mind. She might have a point. The status of a soul bound pair was one thing, but a medium in the family was another. The Malfoy family would be sought out for that alone. The girl looked exactly like Draco. There was no denying that she was a Malfoy. If he didn’t acknowledge her, he would only be laughed at behind his back. Any idiot could tell by looking at her who sired her. To bad for those damn green eyes. Potter’s blood came through there.

And that boy. He did not look like a Malfoy. He probably wasn’t. That damn Potter was probably trying to pass his little bastard whelp off on Draco. Then he thought of the startling silver eyes that had looked at him in fear. Those eyes were too distinctive to be anything but Malfoy. Perhaps he could find a way to make this right. If Draco were to come home they could pass around that he had married a foreign witch and that she had died and that is why he returned. The only problem to that scenario was Potter. He would have to find a way to dispose of that disgusting filth.

He knew that Potter was next to impossible to kill. He had spent years helping his Lord try to kill The-Boy-Who-Would-Never-Die! If the Dark Lord, as powerful as he was, couldn’t kill Harry Potter, than Lucius doubted that he could. He had to figure out his weakness. The children and Draco, of course, were one, but it wouldn’t do to endanger them to get rid of Potter. However, Potter would do what he could to protect his family. Perhaps if death eaters started chasing them down, Potter would realize that his family was in danger and he would back off. Then Lucius would step up and promise that the death eaters would disappear if Potter did.

Lucius smiled. This might work after all. Hopefully those grandchildren of his hadn’t picked up to many disgusting habits from their father.

Narcissa watched from the corner of her portrait. She knew well enough that her husband was up to something. When he smirked like that it was because he was plotting and finally figured out a solution to whatever it was that he had been contemplating. A steak of dream crawled up her back. She knew what ever he was up to wouldn’t be good. She would need to tell Lilly to warn her fathers.


The next morning Harry, Draco and Hermione sat down to their first Wizarding breakfast in years. The children looked at the food in wonder thinking how strange it was compared to what they were used to.

“Daddy, I don’t like this juice,” Sirius complained spitting his pumpkin juice back into his cup.

“What is this stuff?” Lilly said pointing to her blood sausage.

Harry and Draco laughed. Harry had had the same thoughts when he first tried these items and Draco who had grown up with it and then went to Muggle food could understand and appreciate the differences.

Hermione smiled. “How about I get you guys some nice scones and some orange juice?”

Both children perked up at that idea.

When the meal was complete they made their plans for the day. “Alright, here is what we will do. I will take Sirius and go to Ollivanders for a new wand. You can take Lilly and go to Madame Maulkins for new robes. Afterward you can buy your wand at Hollyfields and I will go to Snazy Robes for one for Sirius and I. This way it won’t look strange that we are both shopping for the same items on the same days after so many years of absence.”

“I will also need to step into Gringotts. I need to make some adjustments to my accounts.”

“I need to do the same. Luckily the Goblins are notoriously closed mouthed. They will never utter a word of our return.”

“Perhaps we should go there first then. It won’t matter if we are there at the same time. By the time we have gone around Diagon Alley everyone will know that we have returned.”

“I suppose you are right. Shall we then?” Harry asked.

“I am going to go into Flourish and Blots. I am curious as to whether or not they have any books on Mediums.” Hermione said smiling at Lilly.

“I’m not a me’dum! I just talk to dead people!” she said indignantly. “Daddy are dead people strangers? You said I couldn’t talk to strangers, but lots of dead people want to talk to me.”

“I suppose if they are already dead, you can speak with them.”

Harry looked at his daughter with a frown. “Do you see dead people now?”

“Oh yes, they follow me.”

“Do you know why they follow you?”

“They all want me to give messages. Sometimes they drive me crazy!”

Draco gasped. “Do they scare you, darling?” he demanded. He did not want his child to be afraid.

“No, but they all want something. Sometimes I just want to be left alone.”

Hermione sighed. “This is why we need a book. I shall see you guys later this evening.”

“You know, Draco, I am a little worried about this. Perhaps we should make a stop over at Hogwarts and speak with Dumbledore’s portrait. Maybe he would have some information for us.”

“As much as I hate the idea of talking to that crazy old coot, I think you are probably right.”

They walked out of the Leaky Cauldron to the brick wall opening into Diagon Alley. “Watch this, guys,” Harry said anticipating the wonder on the faces of his two small children.

The two stood in raptured disbelief as they watched the wall rearrange itself and open up to a whole new world.

“It’s like Narnia, daddy!” Sirius exclaimed in awe.

Harry laughed. He had taken Sirius to see the Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe. “It is similar, isn’t it?”