Amo Servo Fulcio
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
8,031
Reviews:
50
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Currently Reading:
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Amo Servo Fulcio
I don’t own. I have no permission. This obviously never happened. This story will contain slash (boy/boy) between Harry and Draco. If you don’t like it, please don’t read it. Reviews and constructive criticism are appreciated. This is my first Harry Potter fic, so feel free to inform me if something is totally awful.
Harry Potter had never had good luck. That much was obvious. As he sat in Dumbledore’s with a raging hard on, that much was obvious. No, he wasn’t a total disgusting pervert who got turned on by the headmaster. The source of his problem was actually sitting in the chair only a couple feet from him. Ever since he had walked in the door, Draco’s presence had had an unwelcome effect on Harry’s body. Harry, for the life of him, couldn’t figure out why. He figured decided to think about his body’s betrayal later. At the moment his thoughts were preoccupied with something a little more important. As he sat there, Harry was trying to figure out why he and Draco were in the headmaster’s office awaiting Narcissa Malfoy’s arrival.
Harry looked up from where his hands were strategically placed to cover his crotch to survey the other occupants of the cluttered room. Dumbledore was observing the boys with a slight smile and the ever-present twinkle in his eye. Turning away before he could become too annoyed with the meddling old man, Harry looked over at Draco. Draco’s face wore the bored expression that normally occupied his features. He seemed just as clueless about what was going on, if his lack of rude comments was anything to go by. Harry turned back to Dumbledore with a sigh.
“Will you please tell me what is going on?”
Dumbledore opened his mouth as if to speak, but was interrupted by a light knock at the door. Without waiting for an answer, the door flung open and Narcissa Malfoy swept inside the room in a flurry of pale blue robes. Dumbledore smiled in greeting and nodded his head towards the empty chair next to Draco. “Hello, Draco,” she said coolly, before fixing her sharp gaze on the headmaster. “Dumbledore, I expect you to tell me at once what the meaning of this is. This idea is completely ridiculous and I will not have my son take part in any such nonsense.” Her pale blue eyes bore into the headmaster, obviously expecting him to give in to her demands.
“Now, Narcissa, be reasonable. First, I think we should explain the situation to the boys and see their take on it. Then, we can make a decision. Please, remember what is at stake here.” Dumbledore’s voice was kind and his expression gentle, but his words were a dismissal.
“I suppose that would be acceptable,” she conceded, looking as if she had just eaten a particularly nasty Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Bean. “But, I can assure you that my son will never agree.”
Dumbledore nodded before turning towards the two terribly confused boys. “I assume you’re more than a bit confused right now,” Dumbledore began. “So, I’m going to explain the situation to you and then the four of us will come to a decision together. I do ask you to keep an open mind about this.” Dumbledore quieted for a moment thinking of the best way to phrase what he was going to say next.
“The Order would like to ask the both of you to participate in Amo Servo Fulcio.” Harry and Draco stared at him blankly, never having heard of the spell. “Basically, if you choose to take part, it will be like a marriage bond, but far stronger and more intense and without certain, uh, aspects of an actual marriage.”
At the mention of it being like a marriage bond, both boys began to protest. Narcissa sat in her chair, smirking at Dumbledore as if to say ‘told ya so.’
“Boys, please keep an open mind. We would not ask you to do this if there was another way. Bonding you two in this way is of the utmost importance to the war.”
At that point, Harry decided that he really needed to speak up. “How the bloody hell could this help defeat Voldemort?” Narcissa cringed, slightly, at the name, but Harry ignored her. “His father’s a bloody Death Eater, for God’s sake!” Neither Draco nor his mother looked pleased at Lucius being brought up.
“I’ll have you know that I am not my father, Potter,” Draco spat, looking furious.
“Ah, I had forgotten that you were not aware as to where the majority of the Malfoys’ loyalties lie,” Dumbledore said, calm as ever. “Lucius is the only Death Eater in their family. Neither Draco nor his mother support Voldemort.”
Harry turned to Draco in shock. He had always assumed that Draco was just a Death Eater in training. He wanted to say something, but he was too surprised by Dumbledore’s revelation. Finally, regaining his voice, Harry said, “Okay, so even if he doesn’t support Voldemort, that doesn’t mean I’m going to marry the git!”
Draco nodded, actually agreeing with Harry, though not noticing it at the time. “Yes, I refuse to marry such a conceited wanker.”
Dumbledore looked concern at the refusal as Narcissa smiled. “Well, Albus, I believe that this matter has been settled.” She made to stand, but Dumbledore’s voice stopped her.
“I’m afraid not, Narcissa. I was hoping it wouldn’t have to come to this, but it seems I have no other choice. Boys, you will be bonded. There was a law created many years ago, that I will be forced to put into affect. It basically states that if you knowingly refuse to participate in something that could end a war or help to defeat someone who is a large threat, like Voldemort, you can be sent to Azkaban. This situation certainly applies.”
The other three people sat in stunned silence after Dumbledore’s announcement. Finally, Draco composed himself enough to speak. “I can understand why the Golden Boy would have to be involved,” he said. The words ‘Golden Boy’ were said as if it were some particularly nasty curse. “But, why me?”
Dumbledore had obviously been expecting the question because he answered immediately. “You, Mr. Malfoy, are the only wizard Harry’s age that is powerful enough for the bond to achieve the desired effect.” Malfoy sighed and buried his head in his hands in a very uncharacteristic display of unhappiness. After many moments Harry finally spoke.
“I have the bloody worst luck.”
Harry Potter had never had good luck. That much was obvious. As he sat in Dumbledore’s with a raging hard on, that much was obvious. No, he wasn’t a total disgusting pervert who got turned on by the headmaster. The source of his problem was actually sitting in the chair only a couple feet from him. Ever since he had walked in the door, Draco’s presence had had an unwelcome effect on Harry’s body. Harry, for the life of him, couldn’t figure out why. He figured decided to think about his body’s betrayal later. At the moment his thoughts were preoccupied with something a little more important. As he sat there, Harry was trying to figure out why he and Draco were in the headmaster’s office awaiting Narcissa Malfoy’s arrival.
Harry looked up from where his hands were strategically placed to cover his crotch to survey the other occupants of the cluttered room. Dumbledore was observing the boys with a slight smile and the ever-present twinkle in his eye. Turning away before he could become too annoyed with the meddling old man, Harry looked over at Draco. Draco’s face wore the bored expression that normally occupied his features. He seemed just as clueless about what was going on, if his lack of rude comments was anything to go by. Harry turned back to Dumbledore with a sigh.
“Will you please tell me what is going on?”
Dumbledore opened his mouth as if to speak, but was interrupted by a light knock at the door. Without waiting for an answer, the door flung open and Narcissa Malfoy swept inside the room in a flurry of pale blue robes. Dumbledore smiled in greeting and nodded his head towards the empty chair next to Draco. “Hello, Draco,” she said coolly, before fixing her sharp gaze on the headmaster. “Dumbledore, I expect you to tell me at once what the meaning of this is. This idea is completely ridiculous and I will not have my son take part in any such nonsense.” Her pale blue eyes bore into the headmaster, obviously expecting him to give in to her demands.
“Now, Narcissa, be reasonable. First, I think we should explain the situation to the boys and see their take on it. Then, we can make a decision. Please, remember what is at stake here.” Dumbledore’s voice was kind and his expression gentle, but his words were a dismissal.
“I suppose that would be acceptable,” she conceded, looking as if she had just eaten a particularly nasty Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Bean. “But, I can assure you that my son will never agree.”
Dumbledore nodded before turning towards the two terribly confused boys. “I assume you’re more than a bit confused right now,” Dumbledore began. “So, I’m going to explain the situation to you and then the four of us will come to a decision together. I do ask you to keep an open mind about this.” Dumbledore quieted for a moment thinking of the best way to phrase what he was going to say next.
“The Order would like to ask the both of you to participate in Amo Servo Fulcio.” Harry and Draco stared at him blankly, never having heard of the spell. “Basically, if you choose to take part, it will be like a marriage bond, but far stronger and more intense and without certain, uh, aspects of an actual marriage.”
At the mention of it being like a marriage bond, both boys began to protest. Narcissa sat in her chair, smirking at Dumbledore as if to say ‘told ya so.’
“Boys, please keep an open mind. We would not ask you to do this if there was another way. Bonding you two in this way is of the utmost importance to the war.”
At that point, Harry decided that he really needed to speak up. “How the bloody hell could this help defeat Voldemort?” Narcissa cringed, slightly, at the name, but Harry ignored her. “His father’s a bloody Death Eater, for God’s sake!” Neither Draco nor his mother looked pleased at Lucius being brought up.
“I’ll have you know that I am not my father, Potter,” Draco spat, looking furious.
“Ah, I had forgotten that you were not aware as to where the majority of the Malfoys’ loyalties lie,” Dumbledore said, calm as ever. “Lucius is the only Death Eater in their family. Neither Draco nor his mother support Voldemort.”
Harry turned to Draco in shock. He had always assumed that Draco was just a Death Eater in training. He wanted to say something, but he was too surprised by Dumbledore’s revelation. Finally, regaining his voice, Harry said, “Okay, so even if he doesn’t support Voldemort, that doesn’t mean I’m going to marry the git!”
Draco nodded, actually agreeing with Harry, though not noticing it at the time. “Yes, I refuse to marry such a conceited wanker.”
Dumbledore looked concern at the refusal as Narcissa smiled. “Well, Albus, I believe that this matter has been settled.” She made to stand, but Dumbledore’s voice stopped her.
“I’m afraid not, Narcissa. I was hoping it wouldn’t have to come to this, but it seems I have no other choice. Boys, you will be bonded. There was a law created many years ago, that I will be forced to put into affect. It basically states that if you knowingly refuse to participate in something that could end a war or help to defeat someone who is a large threat, like Voldemort, you can be sent to Azkaban. This situation certainly applies.”
The other three people sat in stunned silence after Dumbledore’s announcement. Finally, Draco composed himself enough to speak. “I can understand why the Golden Boy would have to be involved,” he said. The words ‘Golden Boy’ were said as if it were some particularly nasty curse. “But, why me?”
Dumbledore had obviously been expecting the question because he answered immediately. “You, Mr. Malfoy, are the only wizard Harry’s age that is powerful enough for the bond to achieve the desired effect.” Malfoy sighed and buried his head in his hands in a very uncharacteristic display of unhappiness. After many moments Harry finally spoke.
“I have the bloody worst luck.”