Soul Bond

“Your wife?” Hermione gasped.

Neville smiled at her stunned face. “Was it to soon to tell you that?” he asked with a smile.

“You want to marry me?” Hermione asked. “Isn’t it a bit sudden, Neville?”

“Maybe for you, but I have thought about nothing else except you as my wife for thirteen years. I think that is long enough for me to know my mind,” he said kissing her again. “I have spent many hours in the green house visualizing the things that I would like to do to you there, my dear!” he said nuzzling the side of her neck.

Hermione pulled back away from him and looked into his eyes. She saw his love for her shining in his eyes. She did not doubt that for a moment. “God’s, what will your grandmother say?” she asked. She had heard howlers Mrs. Longbottom had sent to him over the years and she had even seen her in person at St. Mungo’s during sixth year when Neville was there to visit his parents. She was not an easy woman and Hermione didn’t want to be the cause of any more strife between the two of them.

Neville laughed. “She will love you as much as I do. She has heard nothing but, Hermione this and Hermione that for years. She will be happy that I have finally gotten my wish.”

“But Neville, I am Muggleborn! You are pureblood. Won’t this bother her?”

“Actually Hermione, I really don’t care. If it bothers her, that is her problem. We won’t be living with her. I refuse to spend another second of my life worrying about what someone else thinks or does. The only person whose opinion matters to me is you. I promise you, Hermione Granger, that I will spend the rest of my life making you the happiest witch in the world!”

“Oh Neville!” Hermione cried. “This is going so fast, but I can’t help how I feel about you! One part of my wants to dive in head first and chase you straight to the ministry and demand that they marry us this very moment, and the other, more sensible part, want to slow down and see what happens!”

Neville smiled at her and pulled her close. “Hold on tight my love,” he said.

“What! Where are we going?”

“Why to the ministry of course! For the first time in your life, you are going to jump in head first without thinking and analyzing it for years. I don’t think that I can wait that long to take you to bed, and I promised my grandmother that I would never take a witch to bed without the benefit of marriage.”

“What! You’re a virgin?” she shrieked. How can a man get to the age of twenty-four and still be a virgin!

“I only promised I wouldn’t take a witch to bed, I never said anything about the floor, or the broom closet or the couch or…ooof!” he said when she hit him in the stomach. He laughed and then they disappeared into the night.



“Harry we need to do something about my father,” Draco told his lover when he walked in the door.

Harry was immediately alarmed. His head was a bit fuzzy from the ale that he drank and now he could tell that Draco was upset. “What’s going on, love?”

“Lilly said that mother warned her to warn us that father was up to something. Apparently he plans to dispose of us to obtain guardianship of the children. He plans to make Sirius his heir and use Lilly’s powers to further his standing in the Wizarding world.”

“No! He can’t be that stupid!” Harry stormed. He was so sick and tired of Lucius Malfoy and all of his plotting. He feverently wished that it had been his heart of stone that Voldemort had accio’d the night he took his testacles. Lucius unable to reproduce was a good thing, but a dead Lucius would have been better. He looked at his husband and wondered if he should share that bit of information with him.

“He is that stupid, Harry! All he cares about is his name and how he perceived to be by those he looks at as his peers. He doesn’t think logically, Harry! The man lost his mind a long time ago! What are we going to do?” he shouted.

“Sshh! Draco, you don’t want to wake the children, you’ll scare them.”

“You’re right, darling, I’m sorry. I am just so worried! If it was just you and I against him I wouldn’t worry, but we have to think of our children. I don’t want them to grow up as we did! In a home void of love and the basic comforts of companionship and family! I want them to know every day of their lives that they are loved and wanted! How dare my father think that he can take that away from them! How dare that man think that he can take that away from us! I’ll kill him myself before I let him harm you or our children, Harry!”

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and sniffed back the tears that threatened to fall. “Harry, do you know how many nights I lied in bed praying to the god’s that my father would die on one if his raids? Do you know how many nights I cried myself to sleep because I was punished for not living up to his unreasonable expectations of me? Do you know how many times I was beaten and tortured all in the name of “training”? He told me that death eaters needed to be strong. You could not cry or make any noise while you were being beaten or the cruciatus curse was being applied to you. He said it was beneath a Malfoy to show any emotion at any time. I want my children to laugh and cry. I want them to show happiness and sorrow. I want to see their faces when I say something stupid and they think its stupid and roll their eyes at me. I want them to be able to say exactly what they feel and feel exactly what they say. I want them to be like you and wear their emotions on their sleeve and know that nobody will ever use that against them!”

“I too want our children to grow up loved. I want to spend everyday hugging my daughter and telling her how her beautiful face reminds me of you, I want to tell my son how kind and gentle he is and let him know that it is ok to be that way. I want our children to know that they can be themselves and live their lives for themselves without having to worry about what anyone else thinks or says. I want my children to know that they are wanted and loved and that they are never a burden!”

Harry pulled Draco’s face up to his. “I too, have cried myself to sleep at night as a child. I cried because I didn’t have a mother or father to tuck me in at night and my disgusting cousin taunted me about it every chance he got. I cried because my aunt and uncle wouldn’t show me one iota of kindness. I cried because I was locked in a cupboard under the stairs for days without anyone to comfort me except for the spiders on the wall. I prayed that I could learn to be good so that my aunt and uncle would love me. When I finally arrived at Hogwarts, I thought I had found paradise. I might not have had parents, but I was out of that house of horror. When I met Ron Weasley, it was the best day of my life. I finally found a family and someone to love me for me. I want my children to know love like that. I’ll kill your father before I let him destroy all that is good in their world!” Harry raged.

“Daddy, you can’t kill grandfather,” Lilly said standing in the doorway.

Both men turned as one to look at the tiny little beauty standing before them. “Why?” Draco demanded.

“Because he is already dead,” she said.


The man sat in The Three Broomsticks throwing back his fourth fire whiskey. He couldn’t believe that he had done it. It shocked him to death that he had even summoned up enough nerve to sneak into the manor, let alone actually follow through with his plan. Lucius Malfoy was dead by his hand and he was proud of himself. That bastard had done one nasty thing after another to him and his family and he had finally had enough. He thought that he was caught when the house elf popped in and saw him with his vile hovering over the bottle of whiskey, but then the elf calmly said, “If you are done with that bottle my master is wanting it now.”

He stared dumbly at the elf as he smashed his head several times against the wall and then quickly poured the rest of the vials contents into the bottle and handed it to the elf. The elf took it and popped out of the room. A few minutes later the elf returned and started ironing his hands. “Flunky is bad elf! Bad elf!” he said as the man heard the hissing of burning flesh. He swallowed back the bile in his throat, as he smelled the scorched skin.

He carefully crept towards the study where Lucius was raging at the picture of his dead wife. He could hear him screaming at her and then her calm responses. He was to far away to hear exactly what she was saying, but he heard Lucius clearly. “Its your fault he turned out the way that he did, Narcissa! You spent to much time babying him when he should have been strong!”

“What do you mean I neglected him? I had responsibilities to my Lord!”

“Draco was not my responsibility! He was yours! And you couldn’t even do that right, could you!” he screamed as he took another swig from the bottle.

So the rumors were true. He spent all of his time in his study drinking whiskey and ranting at the painting on the wall. He stayed hidden for several more minutes listening with interest as Lucius stumbled randomly around the room. After a few more moments he dropped the bottle and clutched his chest. Soon, he fell to the floor dead.

The man came out of his hiding spot and walked to the man lying on the floor with wide vacant eyes. “Finally got what you deserved, didn’t you Lucius!” he said kicking him in the belly. He then turned and walked out of the study and the front door and then apparated away.

He knew that the only person who knew he was there was the house elf, and he knew that the elf wouldn’t tell. He couldn’t believe he had actually did it. He had dreamed for years of all the ways he could kill the slippery bastard, but he had never been brave enough. Finally, he just decided it was now or never. He owed Harry a wizard’s debt that he had never repaid. Of course, he hadn’t let himself get close enough to the boy for him to see him for fear of him killing him, but in his eyes, the debt had been repaid.

“Hey Peter, you want another round?” the bar keep asked.

Peter Pettigrew looked up at the bartender and smiled with his black beady eyes shining. “Sure, why not? I’m celebrating tonight, don’t you know?”

“What are you celebrating?”

“I finally paid back a debt tonight. Now I am free to live my life again!”


A/N:
Did I shock you? this isn't what I had originally planned, I originally wanted a fight to come about and Lucius try to kill Harry and then Draco come between them and Draco kill Lucius. I then decided that they have both had a hard enough life and neither one needed that on their conscience. So has anyone figure out who is going to be training Lilly yet? You will be very surprised...I will give a hint in the next chapter...is everyone shocked about Hermione and Neville? Read and review, you know I write much faster when I have lots of reviews!