Soul Bond

“Hurry up you imbecile!” Severus shouted as they raced down the hall at St. Mungo’s.



Harry glared but said nothing. Something never changed.



“How could you allow this to happen again?” the enraged professor demanded.



“Like I could control the spells of a death eater!” Harry shouted. The reached the emergency desk and Harry growled, “What room in my husband, Draco Malfoy in?”



The startled receptionist shrunk back in fear when she saw the expression on the faces of the two wizards and was stunned speechless.



“Speak up, Witch!” Severus shouted. “Time is of the essence and I assure you if Mr. Malfoy dies you will find this your last day as well!” he said.



“Room 2!” she shrieked, jumping up from her chair and racing down the hallway. She knew who those two men were and she was not about to cross paths with either Severus Snape or Harry Potter.



“Hurry up!” Harry said racing for the room at the end of the corridor.



“I can assure you, that I know how to move quickly!” Severus hissed, passing Harry in their sprint down the hall.



A moment later the two of them slammed the door open and rushed into the room. A startled medi-witch jumped back.



“Move out of my way!” Severus shouted pushing towards the bed and opening his bag of potions at the same time. “What have you already given him?” he demanded.



“Just a couple blood replenishing potions. I was told that you would be coming with the antidote and didn’t know what it would be so I didn’t want to risk the chance of it interacting with anything that I might have given him,” the witch said.



Severus nodded his head and immediately went to work, slowly closing each wound individually with an incantation that Harry had never heard before. After several minutes had passed, he opened three different vials and poured each of them into Draco’s slack mouth. A minute later he stirred.



“Harry,” he groaned.



“I’m here, love,” Harry said stepping to the side of the bed and reaching for his hand.



“Lilly,” he whispered.



“She’s still at the Lestrange Manor. I couldn’t leave you there, I had to make sure you were alright,” Harry whispered, stroking his husbands silky hair.



“I’ll be fine. Go and save our daughter,” he said and passed out again.



Severus looked from Draco to Harry. “What is going on?” he demanded.



“Rabastan Lestrange kidnapped Lilly,” Harry said starting for the door. “I need to save her,” he said.



“I’ll accompany you,” Severus said. “Knowing you, you’ll find a way of bungling it up and upsetting my god son more,” he said following him towards the door. He turned towards the medi-witch and said, “Give him a blood replenishing potion every half hour for the next four hours, and then give him to vials of pepper up. He should be fine by then,” and followed Harry down the hall.







Arthur heard the roar and shout of Rabastan and cringed slightly. He had barely managed to escape detection when the enraged man had came barreling down the stairs. He had thought to run out the back door in which he had came in, but was afraid that he wouldn’t make it. He had tried to apparate out of the house, but there must have been wards placed inside the home to suppress this venture. Instead, he took off down another corridor, making sure to vanish his prints as he ran.



The hall was dark and there were no windows to guide him on his way. At one point he crashed into a small table and had to scramble to keep it from crashing noisily to the floor. He winced and rubbed his leg where the sharp corner punctured his skin, but he righted the table and kept running. The hall rounded a corner and entered into a large room that looked to have been used as a ballroom in ages gone by. There were several inches of dust everywhere and the window, which were high off the ground, were so dirty that he couldn’t tell what time of day it was.



He thought of lighting his wand to help himself see better but quickly thought better of that idea. He didn’t want to leave a trail of light that anyone after him could find. He hoped that the only one left in the manor was Lestrange, and he tended to believe this to be true, but he had no way of really knowing if this was true or not. He looked around the darken room and saw the outline of several doors. He quickly rushed to the closest one and wrenched it open. It was a closet.



He ran to the next one only to find another closet. The third door opened to stairway and he debated on taking it. He thought it best to try to stay on the ground floor and find either a door or window that he could make his way through. Closing the door he continued to follow the perimeter of the room, stopping when he came to a huge fireplace that took up the far wall. Frantically he ran his hand along the edge of the mantle looking for a pot of floo powder. He tried not to let his disappointed in finding none bring him down. With no other options except to follow his path to the ballroom he returned to the door that hid the stairs.



He barely made it to the door and quietly pulled it closed behind him when he heard Rabastan yelling his name down the hall.



“Damn it Weasley! I know you’re still here! The wards are up and you can’t leave!” he shouted.



Arthur quickly placed a locking spell on the door and quietly made his way up the narrow stair well. “Damn!” he thought to himself. Now what? He didn’t relish the idea of playing cat and mouse with the man all night. He knew that he had been gone a long time and Molly would be getting worried. The witch didn’t always think things through before she acted and could very well follow him here, putting herself into danger.







“What do you mean, you had to leave him behind?” Molly shrieked.



“He was downstairs, and Grandmother told us to take the floo in Aunt Bella’s room,” Lilly said. “Then all of the house ghosts came after me and we had to run,” she said with a shiver.



Molly gasped. “Are you alright, love?” she whispered to the girl.



“It was so scary Grandma Molly,” she cried throwing herself into Molly’s ample chest.



“Was he alive?” Molly whispered in terror.



Lilly looked above Molly’s shoulder and nodded. “Grandmother said she would go check.” The little girl then frowned and shook her head. “I am not repeating that, Grandfather!” she said.



“Your grandparents are here?” Molly asked. When Lilly nodded Molly asked Arabella, “Is she safe here with them?”



Arabella nodded. “They wish her no harm,” she said. She also refused to repeat the comments that Lucius Malfoy was shouting at the woman.



“Get that foul woman out of my home, Lilly! I won’t have her and her blood traitor husband, who was stupid enough to get himself trapped inside of the Lestrange Manor here! Its bad enough that that Mudblood is here, but she at least has Malfoy genes in her!”



Lilly adamantly shook her head. “Be nice, Grandfather!” she hissed.



Siri looked to where Lilly was talking and then up at Lucius’ painting. “Grandfather, if you go back to your painting you can shout and everyone could here you,” he said helpfully.



“Siri!” Lilly said in fright. “He’s saying mean things to Grandma Molly!”



“Oh,” the little boy said sheepishly.



A second later the portrait of Lucius was alive and he was glaring down at the assembled group. “I do not allow blood traitors in my home, Witch!” he shouted.



“It’s a good thing that its not your home then, isn’t it?” Molly said, giving no quarter.



“A man is the King of his home!” Lucius roared.



“And a dead king just gets buried when he dies!” Molly huffed. “There is a new King in town, and he very much accepts my presence!”



“My son lost every brain cell he ever had when he attached himself to Potter!” Lucius hissed.



“Grandpa!” Siri said. “You said dad was one of the luckiest wizards ever born!” he shouted at the insult to both his fathers.



“That doesn’t mean he has any brains!” Lucius softened when he looked at his grandson. “Luckily, you have acquired your brains from me!”



Lilly giggled. “Daddy said that you lost all of you brains when Voldemort accio’d them!”



Lucius paled at the implication of his brains being in his balls. “Your “Daddy” talks way to much!” he hissed.



Siri looked at his grandfather. “I thought he accio’d your balls, Grandfather. Did Voldemort get your brain as well?” he innocently asked.



Lucius growled and disappeared. He had enough with impertinent children for one day. Hermione doubled over clutching her stomach in laughter and Siri looked at his grandma Molly, who was also trying to control her mirth. “What’d I say?” he asked.



“Grandmother says that Grandpa Arthur is still alive. She says that he is trapped inside the Manor and needs help, but that Dad and Uncle Severus are sneaking up to the back door.”



Hermione gasped. “How is he trapped? Is he tied up?”



Lilly shook her head. “Rabastan has activated the wards. Grandmother said that Uncle Severus knows the password to let the wards down though.”



Hermione and Molly let out a sigh of relief. There was hope for Arthur.



Arabella walked to the edge of the room and stopped abruptly. She listened intently for a moment and then nodded. She turned to Lilly and smiled gently. “We must go,” she said.



“No!” Lilly cried. “I haven’t seen my father or daddy or my brothers and sister!” she said stomping her foot.



“Your Grandma just informed me that she and your Malfoy Grandparents are keeping the house ghosts at bay, but they all know that both of us are here. They won’t be able to keep them out much longer, and you can’t go through another shut down again so soon.”



“No!” she shouted. “I won’t leave!” She threw herself into Hermione’s arms and cried. “I just got here, Aunt Mione!” she sobbed.



Hermione felt her heart breaking. “Isn’t there any other options?” she asked looking to Arabella for guidance.



Arabella shook her head. “I’m sorry,” she said.



Lilly wrenched herself from Hermione’s arms running to the fireplace. Before anyone could stop her she grabbed a hand of floo powder, threw it into the fireplace and screamed, “Lestrange Manor!” and ran back into the green flames.



“Lilly!” Siri shrieked chasing after her.



The three adults stared for a moment and then Molly shouted, “Come with me, Arabella, Hermione, you stay with the babies!”







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