Anonymous hi, i was wondering if you have any fics that have to do with them being bound together by a spell or something like that, if not that's fine, thank you :. Hey there! Before The World Was Made daftfear. Trust Potter to bring danger and destruction in his wake, along with a painful reminder of all the things Draco is trying to forget. Bond Anna Fugazzi. Harry saves him!
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No such luck, I'm afraid. So this starts around the end of September of an AU seventh year. I was also assuming that Lucius Malfoy wouldn't be in prison very long, what with his various connections with influential people, so he's here too.
Harry swam back into awareness, finally focussing on something. The ceiling. The very familiar ceiling of No, he wasn't wearing Quidditch gear, and didn't hurt anywhere other than his head. Not the scar itself but the general area around his Pounding pain behind his eyes, in the back, near his neck Groaning and looking like he'd just come to, in the bed to the right of him. Harry turned quickly. Lupin reached into his pocket, taking out a square of chocolate and placing it on the bed next to Harry as Madam Pomfrey bustled over to him.
Here, sit up," she motioned, and put a small bottle of potion on the table next to his bed. What do you remember? Harry sat up slowly, still confused.
There seemed to be a great many people around - not just Dumbledore, Pomfrey, Lucius Malfoy and Lupin, but McGonagall and Snape as well - and he couldn't focus on any one voice. What was going on? Harry frowned as a rustle of unease went through the adults around him, none of them seeming to want to answer. When you walked through it, you were arguing about something, and God, no," Malfoy looked at the adults, his eyes growing wider as each face mirrored the sombre look on Dumbledore's.
Harry glanced from Malfoy to the adults, utterly lost and also more than a little bewildered that no one was saying a word about Malfoy's foul language. He would have expected his father at least to reprimand him, but Lucius Malfoy was looking shaken, almost ill, nothing like the cold collected authority figure he had always been.
What part of that is too difficult for your little Gryffindor brain to grasp? Let me explain," Professor McGonagall said firmly. Normally this is done voluntarily, much the same way that Muggles make vows-" Lucius made an indignant sound in his throat but didn't interrupt her, "-but unlike Muggle vows, a bonding spell imposes certain behaviour on the spouses.
And unlike Muggle vows, a bonding spell can be cast as a curse, without the consent of the two parties. It is of course absolutely illegal to cast such a curse, but it is still binding on the parties. Harry frowned at her, utterly baffled.
A curse that forced people to be married against their will? It sounded like a bad joke. He quickly glanced around the hospital wing, hoping to spot the Weasley twins cackling at the success of their latest hallucination gag. No such luck. Love potions, I understand, but how you be forced to be married?
For the first months of the marriage, you need to live together, be near one another almost constantly, do everything a married couple does, or suffer consequences.
But the majority of bonds are also sexual in nature, unless there is a good reason for them not to be. Heightened magical powers, that sort of thing. As well as everything else that applies to non-bonded marriage, like companionship, friendship, emotional balance. Most marriages start from at least the willingness to enter into the marriage, but it's not impossible to make a marriage work out of a forced bonding.
Wizards know better. But Snape didn't seem to notice. For seven years, happily, to a woman I hardly knew when we bonded. You knew something like this would happen some day, you had agreed to marry whomever we chose for you-". You are upset, I can understand that, but that is no excuse for-" Lucius tried to put a quelling hand on Malfoy's shoulder but gasped and pulled back as Malfoy flinched and cried out in pain.
He'd never seen Lucius Malfoy treat his son with anything other than cold reserve, and yet here he was, the very picture of a concerned father, looking like he wanted to comfort his son but was unable to figure out how. Oh god. Malfoy put his elbows on his knees and leaned forward, his head in his hands. Harry looked from one adult to another, his dread growing at their resigned, mournful expressions. It isn't normally a problem because the casters are the pair in question, but in the case of an involuntary bond This is a highly illegal spell, Mr.
Nobody will admit to having cast it. And whoever did so will almost certainly cover their tracks. Malfoy rolled his eyes as his father made another tsk of distaste. It's rare but not unheard of. It's true that many people feel that it isn't terribly responsible of wizards to marry somebody of the same sex, as our birthrates are not as high as they should be, but we don't have the kind of blind prejudice that the Muggle world has.
The fact that if I have to live with you, I may very well kill you? It is an extremely stressful situation to be subjected to. You will both need to be closely monitored to make sure that the Malfoy," McGonagall cut in. If one spouse dies or is seriously injured, the shock is usually enough to kill the other. Especially if the other spouse is the cause of that death or serious injury.
I believe it would be best if Madam Pomfrey explains some of what you can expect to go through, while we discuss how best to get you through it in one piece.
You don't even fully understand what a bonding spell entails," he pointed out. So did Harry's. As far as he'd ever seen, Malfoy's father did decide everything for his son, right down to which classes he took and which people he socialized with.
Malfoy had to be in severe distress to even think of rebelling against that. If Harry hadn't been utterly off-balance himself, he would have found Lucius Malfoy's expression downright hilarious.
Following an extremely disturbing information session with Pomfrey, they'd returned to the adults and worked out the practical aspects of how to live in constant close proximity. Harry was glad Dumbledore had thought to call Remus Lupin in, as the closest thing to a parental figure Harry had at the moment. He'd relied heavily on Lupin' steadiness and good humour through the process of working through their school schedules and living arrangements, the highly distressful discussion about Quidditch, and the growing realization that this was really, really not a joke.
Hermione and Ron, when he'd finally seen them a few hours later, had not been as comforting, through no fault of their own. Their relieved expressions upon seeing him safe and well had changed into horror as they learned of the curse; Ron more so than Hermione, because he'd been raised knowing what a bonding spell was.
He'd known enough, for example, to knock Hermione's hand aside when she reached out to give Harry a hug; the curse was supposed to make anybody's touch but a spouse's quite painful for the first few months. But otherwise, they hadn't known what to say to Harry, and their worried and hostile glances at Malfoy, who sullenly ignored them, made Harry all too aware that this was one of his worst nightmares come to life.
He hated Malfoy as much as Ron and Hermione did. But unlike them, he couldn't just walk out of the room and avoid him. Luckily, Harry hadn't had to face stares at the Great Hall, as their dinners were brought to the hospital and they ate as far apart as they could. In fact, so far Harry really didn't see why they couldn't go back to their dorms, as they didn't seem to need to be that physically close.
Pomfrey had assured them, however, that actually being in different rooms would be very painful. And so now here they were. Getting ready for bed, in the hospital. So far they had at least agreed on one thing: they both wanted to carry on as before as much as possible. No taking a few days off to come to terms with this or get to know each other better or any of the other suggestions the adults had made.
The Heads of the houses would be explaining the situation to their students tonight after dinner, to answer questions and deal with any misinformation, and they would be going back to classes tomorrow and moving into their own rooms after school. Harry glanced at Malfoy, who was already in the next bed and staring up at the ceiling expressionlessly.
By tacit agreement, they hadn't said much to one other, except for small snipes as they listened to Madam Pomfrey. Harry lay down in his own bed, staring at the ceiling himself, thinking of Pomfrey's information. Roughly five or six months of forced contact.
Having to be in the same room, within roughly six to twelve feet of each other, to the point that being too far apart would cause them extreme discomfort and eventual collapse if they ignored the urge to come back to each other. Needing to touch every few minutes. Slowly growing sexually aware of one another, then needing sexual contact, within a few weeks of the spell being cast.
Being attuned to one another's moods, so that physical or emotional pain or discomfort for one would result in pain and discomfort for the other. Just brilliant. One of Malfoy's chief pleasures in life seemed to consist of making Harry feel pain and discomfort. Harry would've been quite pleased at the thought of that backfiring on Malfoy if he hadn't been self-aware enough to know that causing Malfoy to feel bad also held a great deal of appeal for him.
Tomorrow was Wednesday. Double Potions, first thing in the morning, the same mixed-house class as always. Then, instead of Muggle Studies, he'd attend Transfiguration with the Slytherins and Ravenclaws, then lunch, then back to his own Gryffindor Charms class, with Malfoy now tagging along.
Then off to Malfoy's Arithmancy class. Thankfully, Hermione was taking that class too, so she could keep him company and help him catch up.
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No such luck, I'm afraid. So this starts around the end of September of an AU seventh year. I was also assuming that Lucius Malfoy wouldn't be in prison very long, what with his various connections with influential people, so he's here too. Harry swam back into awareness, finally focussing on something. The ceiling. The very familiar ceiling of No, he wasn't wearing Quidditch gear, and didn't hurt anywhere other than his head.