Blood Bonds and Servitude

title: Blood Bonds and Servitude (17/?)
author: Chibimono Akuno
email: chibimono@msn.com
category: Smutty slash!!! Romance, angst...
pairing: Draco/Harry, (male)Blaise/Hermione
spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
rating: R for now...
warnings: ur... SLASH, slavery, references to child abuse, violence, foul language, light bondage, torture
disclaimers: These characters are not mine. They belong to the wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling and all other companies that own them. I bow before you and beg for your forgiveness of using these characters. I only wish to entertain, not make money.
A/N: MINNIE IS THE GREATEST! OMFG! XD YOU JUST DON'T KNOW!


Blood Bonds and Servitude
chapter seventeen
by Chibimono Akuno


There are instincts that a person ls ans and just can not get rid of. They are forced into a person's soul by trauma or continuous repetition. For Harry Potter, going up against Death Eaters was instinct learned both ways. One of the first things he learned was to assess the situation, and follow up with either fight of flight.

Now, fifty against three, and one of the three was without a wand... flight was the best option for them at the moment.

He forced Blaise and Draco into an alcove and looked for some possible way out of the oncoming flow of Lucius Malfoy's men. He bit his bottom lip as he used his newly reinstated vision to find what he may need... yet his ears picked it up first.

"Oi, George! Watch the front counter for me, will you? I'm getting rid of the rubbish!"

Perfect.

"W-Three," Harry said out loud to the Slytherins.

Blaise snorted. "What? You need to use the loo at this time? Really, Potter-"

"No, not W.C.! W-Three! Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes!"

Draco nodded, catching sight of the redhead walking out the back door.

"No one would suspect a self-respecting Malfoy of being in a Weasley's shop..."

"Do you think they will skip over the shop?" asked Harry, his eyes on the black swarm moving closer.

Turning his grey eyes to the alley, then to the shop, and finally back to Harry, Draco said, "There is always a chance that they won't. And if they don't skip... they'll destroy it during the search... just because they're Weasleys... whether we are there or not."

"I'll take damage control," Blaise said curtly. "We don't have time to waste discussing this."

He stepped out into the alley like he owned it, parading his way over to the twin with a sniff.

"Weasley," he hailed the man, "might I have a word with you?"

Fred looked up from where he dumped his trash to see the auburn-haired Slytherin.

"Oh, hullo, sir!" the redhead greeted. A look of recognition quickly passed over his face before it was schooled into a look of interest. Trust a Weasley Twin to know how to disguise his expressions. "Care to take a look at our wares this afternoon?"

"It's coming on evening, and the bugs are out," Blaise said, gesturing vaguely down the alley. "I'm looking for a bit of bug repellent. Especially as this species of insect will ruin two gems I am carrying in my possession at the moment. I wasnkinnking about having them Floo'ed home."

"Gems, you say?" Fred looked curious, scratching at his scruffy chin.

"An Emerald and a Diamond."

Blaise made a gesture with his head to across the way, and Fred's eyes followed to see green and grey staring at him from the shadows of the alcove. The twin blinked and turned back to Blaise.
'm w'm wondering where you picked up the Diamond," he said, his voice jovial, but there was an edge in his eyes that Blaise recoed red right away.

"From my source," the Italian boy said smoothly. "Unfortunately, though, I'm quite out of time, so if you could hurry us inside, I would love to tell you. You do have a private back room, of course?"

"We can use the private residence upstairs, as I know one of those gems is so very precious," Fred smiled, gesturing tow the the door.

"They will need escorting-" Blaise began, but Fred made gestured vaguely towards the door of his shop, and put his arm around Blaise's shoulder and led him towards it. "I do hope you know what you are doing with those gems you have."

"I have an idea..." Blaise said, clearing his throat.

"Then go on in and take a look around. George should be able to help you. I just have to finish up with the rubbish," Fred smiled.

Across the alley, Harry saw Fred's gesture before ed Bed Blaise towards the door. The 'Go' signal. Still in a war, aren't we? Harry mused to himself before turning his attention back to the alley.

"We're going to cross the alley, just wait for my word," Harry whispered to Draco before closing his eyes. Focusing, Harry worked to concentrate, pulling his magic into one place. In his mind, he used an image of building a shield with bubbles inside a square. He opened unseeing eyes, and he used his sense of magic to take in the width of the alley and Draco's height. By now he was panting, his mind struggling to place the mental images of the bubbles into the reality of the alley. He stretched the bubbles carefully, till he found that he could cover wall to wall and still have them tall enough to rise past Draco's head. He then turned the bubbles into mirrors, reflecting the alley as it existed now and projecting it toward the Death Eaters. Raising his hand, he forced the magic out of him and made the image of the shield in his mind into solid reality, creating a barrier that allowed Harry and Draco to cross undetected by the approaching Death Eaters.

"Harry..." Grey eyes were incredibly wide as they watched the display of wandless magic take place. Draco wanted to reach out and touch the boy, but found he was afraid to, afraid he would break his concentration. He watched Harry strain to put up the wall and wanted to offer help, but he had no idea how.

"Run," the Gryffindor gasped.

"Let me help..." said Draco, hoping he did not sound like he was begging. He watched a sweat break across Harry's forehead in the summer heat. "I'm afraid you won't make it..."

Harry tried to smile, but the pain from the force he was exerting kept pushing it away from his lips.

"Walk me..." he panted, holding his free arm out to Draco.

The blonde immediately wrapped the offered arm over his shoulder and shuffled them quickly across the alley, allowing Harry to focus on the shield and not on walking. They moved past Fred, who was standing still, looking into the rubbish bin. As soon as Draco had Harry through the door, Harry released the spell to collapse against the blonde. The frozen image of 'Fred' lifted as the shield disappeared, revealing the true Fred and the redhead quickly followed them indoors.

Inside, Blaise ushered Harry and Draco up the stairs and into the twins' flat. By then, George had closed the shop for 'dinner' and joined them upstairs. Fred took Harry from Draco's arms and laid the boy out on a battered sofa as George brought him a glass of water.

Like the wall that had played barrier to the Death Eaters, the twins became much the same once they had Harry situated. Though stocky and a bit shorter than Draco, they folded their arms in the same motion at the same time, looking quite intimidating.

"All right. We want-" started George.

"- to know what-" continued Fred.

"- the deal is here," they finished together, their mirroring blue eyes on Draco.

"Absolute silence is needed on this matter," Blaise said, stepping up along side Draco. "This is to be kept sealed from the Order, since the knowledge could be pulled from captured members. The less that is known, the better."

Fred glanced to George. "Those are Dumbledore's words."

George reflected the look from his twin. "Then Dumbledore knows."

They made pleased noises.

"Privy information, brother mine..."

"And you know what that means, yeah?"

"We want in," they chimed in together.

Blaise shook his head. "I can't tell you much, it's on a need-to-know basis."

"That's not fair!" Fred scowled. "You said you'd tell the tale. Now spit."

"Yes! Yes!" George picked up, and together they rounded on Blaise. "Let's hear it, Mr. Arson Investigator!"

"We've got Deathies in the back way, no doubt about to break down our door-"

"- and you've got a Malfoy waltzing into our humble home without an explanation-"

"- Order's desperate for news on Harrye-" e-"

"- news that you owled them under your stupid alias saying you would give-"

"- and all you can say is this is on 'a need-to-know basis'?!"

"Seems like someone needs their priorities straight, as Ron would say," Harry gave a weak laugh from the sofa.

All eyes turned to Harry as he sat up. He reached a hand out to Draco, causing the blonde to blinkore ore quickly moving to his side. Fred openly gaped at, what was to him, an unusual gesture. George found himself making a squawking noise before quickly covering his mouth. The redheaded men both turned to Blaise, sending terror inducing Weasley glares, the power bestowed upon them by their Mum.

"Blaise," Harry said, deliberately using the Italian boy'rst rst name, "I trust them. This is important. They need to know. Besides, you can't keep anything from these two anyway."

The twins gave a smug look at Blaise at Harry's words.

"It's all right, Blaise." Draco looked up from where he held Harry's hand. "I'll tell them."


~ to be continued ~


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