Ferinus Consanguinitas

This chapter is dedicated to thrnbrooke and Eros. You both have never failed to review my stories and even though I was gone for a long time, you still are here with me. Thank you!!


There were no words to say, only stunned silence. It seemed everyone crowded by the door was doing a fantastic job imitating a fish. Sirius was the first to break out of his stupor; he began mumbling to himself then ran back upstairs.

“Kreatcher open this door right now you worthless excuse for a house-elf!!!” It seemed that denial was on the top of Sirius’ mind.
Hermione moved towards Harry, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He leaned his on her shoulder awkwardly.

“I can’t do this. Why me? Why does it always have to happen to me?” Hermione knew he didn’t need a response and giving one would only make him angry. So she just held on tight, tears filling her eyes as he continued mumbling.

The others were being silently shuffled out of the room by Molly, until only Remus and Ron remained. Molly approached, cleaning Harry’s wound gently and applying a bandage with a quick flick of her wand.

“I’ll leave you all be for awhile. No matter what Harry, you will always be part of our family.” The Weasley matriarch patted his shoulder before leaving the room.

“Harry, did you want to talk about it?” Hermione looked up from Harry’s shoulder as Remus spoke.

“No, I just… does Sirius hate me now? Why did he leave?” The words sounded like something a small child would say, and Remus was reminded how unloved Harry had felt as a child. Remus moved closer and pulled both him and Hermione into a hug.

“He doesn’t hate you Harry; I think he was just shocked as we all were. He will come around.” They could still hear Sirius upstairs pounding on the door.

“Ron?” The redhead looked away from the names he had been staring at since they had unfolded on the wall. He shifted on his feet before choking out a laugh and adding himself to the group hug.

“It always happens to you Harry.” A loud crash echoed from upstairs.

“Sounds like he finally made it through.” Hermione gasped and dashed out of the room with an apologetic glance at Harry.

“Hermione!! “ Ron called after her.

“He is going to kill Kreatcher!” She yelled back as she made her way up the stairs. A very pregnant (forgive the pun) silence came over the room.

“So, you and Draco, was it…..what I mean is…..did you agree to it?” Ron was looking anywhere but at Harry’s face, which was rather hard figuring they were still hugging. Harry stepped out of the huddle (proper term for a man hug) and collapsed on the couch.

“He was really not so bad of a person when he was taking those anti-crazy potions.” Ron and Remus sat down on the chairs opposite of Harry.

“I don’t think Sirius took his potion this morning Harry, I’m sure he will be fine after he does.” The pounding had stopped upstairs and Hermione wasn’t storming around, maybe Kreatcher had died of old age? One could only hope.

“What did you do to my godson you spawn of filth!?!”

“Shit.” All three men in the room jumped to their feet at Sirius bellow. They ran up the stairs to see the door to Regulus room open but intact and Sirius with his wand pointed towards Lyra. She was sitting on the bed, clutching what looked like an old picture album. Hermione was standing in the opposite corner of the room, Kreatcher on the floor behind her. The house elf was either dead or very close to it judging from the amount of blood oozing from its head.

“I didn’t mean it, how was I supposed to know. I asked damn it, I asked.” Tears were pouring down her face. She looked even worse than she had a few days ago.

“Well now you can make it go away, fix what you did.” Harry felt suddenly sick, perhaps that should have been his first thought, to abort, but it hadn’t even crossed his mind.

“You don’t think he tried!!! Over and over again they tried, nothing worked. The magic stops it, it doesn’t care that I almost killed him, doesn’t care that Harry might die. It stops everything.”

“Is everyone crazy in this house? What is she even talking about?” Ahh Ron, always refreshing and to the point.

“Lyra, are you feeling alright?” Remus asked in a soft voice, moving towards the bed and blocking Sirius’ aim.

“Don’t talk to that bitch Mooney, she did this to Harry! And she had the nerve to break into my brother’s room like she owns it, to touch his things!” Sirius seemed to be teetering on the edge of a break down. Join the club Harry supposed.

“Verita Serum, too much, too long. No helping it now. “Remus sat heavily on the bed.

“No, you threw it up.” He placed his hand on her forehead, snatching it back at the warmth of her skin.

“It was too late, already in my system, it’s only a matter of time now.”

“Verita serum poisoning. Ron, could you please ask your mother to Floo to Madam Pompfrey if she hasn’t already. She will need to see to Harry and Lyra quickly.” Ron nodded and rushed down the stairs at Remus’ request.

“I didn’t think that Verita Serum was dangerous.” Harry said, still lingering in the doorway.

“In small doses it’s not, but it stays in your system. Repeated use over many years or a single very large dose causes severe damage to the brain stem. Shaking hands, inability to regulate temperature, loss of cognitive function, loss of motor function and eventually the major systems such as the heart and lungs will shut down completely. From onset of symptoms the patient usually dies within a month, there is no known cure.” Sirius walked slowly up to the bed and bent down by Lyra, putting his hands beside hers on the book she was holding. Lyra looked up at him, eyes a bit glazed from fever.

“Astute as always Ms. Granger.” Sirius sneered as he ripped the book from Lyra’s hands.

“If this only just started, then she still has a few weeks to fix what she did to Harry.” Sirius walked out of the room, grabbing Harry around the shoulders as he walked and pulling the shocked young man to his room.