Chapter 25: Moonstone

His vision was hazy. He squinted to try and see more clearly. There was a door in front of him. He reached out for the doorknob and opened it. He stepped inside. There was a bed and as he approached it the blurry figure came into view. It was Cyprian. He was a sickly grey color and breathing shallowly. Harry wanted to cry out but he couldn't find his voice. He heard an eerie laugh and he turned. Someone else was there. He turned and the vision of the hospital room faded. His head burned as an image of the amulet flashed before him. It had a small ball in the center of it surrounded by the dragon scales, which amplified the power from within. It had a familiar glow to it. It blinded him and a throbbing pain made him cry out.

Harry jolted up in bed as sweat dripped down the side of his face. It took a moment to calm his heart rate. The vision had been hazy and painful. His scar wasn't throbbing thankfully, a plus to not having a Horcrux inside him anymore, but his head hurt from trying to force a vision of how to stop Voldemort. Draco's plan unfortunately didn't work. Without the Horcrux he had no inside access into Voldemort's mind.

Harry sighed heavily and struggled to get out of bed. He went into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face. He stared in the mirror watching as the water dripped off his face. His green eyes stood out more. They looked darker only because his skin had tanned over the summer. His black hair was still a mess but with the magical gel he used he could at least calm his bangs so they fell over his forehead and framed his face nicely. He drifted off into thoughts about Voldemort and Cyprian. The dream didn't seem to mean anything. Even without the Horcrux he still had the ability to predict the future. He thought it was just connected to Voldemort. That must mean he had some sort of seer ability, albeit a mild one, from one of his family members. When the Horcrux was inside him it must have affected his ability making it stronger but also making it drawn to Voldemort, which was why his previous visions were only ever regarding Voldemort in some way.

Harry didn't know how long he stood there lost in thought, but he finally went back to bed sometime later. In the morning he trudged down the stairs in his jeans and black button-down shirt. He was tired but he wanted to get to St. Mungo's as soon as possible. Hermione was probably already there. Draco wasn't in the kitchen yet so Harry made some breakfast for them both. Minutes later Draco walked in. Harry was glad he was already dressed too so they could leave right after eating.

"You nervous?" Draco asked.

Harry shrugged. "A little. You?"

Draco pursed his lips. "I guess, but I wasn't expecting good news."

At the puzzled look on his face, Draco elaborated. "I mean about Cyprian."

Harry glanced down. "Yeah, I know."

Draco stared at him for a minute. "I'm sure they'll figure out a way to help him."

"Yeah," Harry said quietly.

"Come on. You're usually not so somber. It's eerie."

Harry's eyes snapped toward him and he glared. Draco just smirked in response.

"Well that's better. Seriously, stop worrying."

"It's not just about Cyprian," Harry said, slapping food on his plate. A piece of egg flung to the side and landed on the floor.

Draco just watched it and raised an eyebrow. "Then what's it about?"

"I tried to have a vision last night," Harry said. "Obviously, it didn't work."

"Oh," Draco said.

"Oh?" Harry retorted. "That's it? It was your bloody idea!"

Draco's eyebrows furrowed. "What do you want me to say? You've disappointed me? I'm not Dumbledore."

Harry's jaw clenched and Draco's eyes immediately softened.

"Sorry," he said awkwardly.

Harry inhaled deeply and walked out of the kitchen. He went into the living room and plopped down on the couch with his food. He began to eat as Draco walked over to the other couch. They both ate in a tense silence. Every time Harry glanced up Draco quickly looked away. Once they finished eating, they headed to St. Mungo's. Harry was trying to prepare himself for the worst.

They were both led up to Cyprian's floor. Instantly Harry froze.

"What?" Draco asked. He was inches from opening the door.

This all seemed a bit too familiar. Harry swallowed.


Draco opened the door and they both walked in. Harry stopped suddenly. Cyprian was lying in the bed sickly grey and breathing shallowly, just like his dream. So he did have a vision. A very vague one. Hermione was standing there next to a wizard who was clearly the main doctor. He had on a white robe while the three others around had dark blue robes with the St. Mungo's insignia on it. Hermione was wearing her velvet, bronze school robe.

Hermione turned as they entered. "Harry!"

She went over and embraced him tightly. Harry wrapped his arms around her.

"Hey," he said.

As she pulled away, the doctor in the white robe came over.

"You must be Harry Potter," he said, holding out a hand. "I'm Dr. Stives. I've been in charge of Cyprian."

"Nice to meet you," Harry said, taking his hand.

Dr. Stives turned to Draco and held out his hand. "And you are?"

"Draco," he said quietly.

Dr. Stives shook his hand. "Pleasure, Draco."

The blond nodded.

The other doctors helping out summoned a curtain around the bed to block Cyprian from view. As the three began monitoring him and going to get other things, Dr. Stives and Hermione walked to the corner of the room at the opposite end to speak with Harry and Draco privately.

"How's he doing?" Harry asked.

Dr. Stives sighed. "It might be best to wait until the Minister arrives. He will be here shortly. In the meantime you two make yourselves comfortable," he said gesturing to chairs that were in the corner.

When he walked away Harry turned to Hermione.

"How is he, really?" His stomach was clenched tightly. After the vision he had and now seeing Cyprian, he was pretty sure he knew the answer but he was hoping he was wrong.

She glanced downward. "Not good."

"Do they know what's wrong?" Harry asked.

"We have a theory," she said quietly.

"What's the theory?" Draco asked.

Hermione glanced at Draco for the first time since they had walked in. Harry felt so guilty. Draco was always treated like he wasn't there. He knew it was because of the blond's past, but having come to know him now and everything he had been through, he had seen such improvement. It was a completely different side. Harry knew that this was how Draco really was, but he had to put on so many facades in front of his family and friends that he could never truly be himself. He just needed a genuine friend. Unfortunately, not everyone was going to see what Harry saw. It had taken a while for Draco to even open up to him. He certainly wasn't going to show it in public.

"We really should wait for Kingsley. I'm not supposed to say anything," she said, glancing away.

Harry gave Draco a soft smile and the blond just crossed his arms in annoyance. Harry knew it upset him more than he wanted to show. Hermione just gave Harry a sympathetic look and started to walk away back toward the doctors. Harry quickly caught up with her and stopped her a ways before she reached them so they were still out of ear shot.

"So, er, how's Ron?"

Hermione sighed. "He's been spending most of his time training Negae. He doesn't ever want to talk about it. He's still furious, of course, and he feels betrayed –"

"He feels betrayed," Harry whispered harshly.

"I know it seems unfair, Harry, but Malfoy's put him through a lot, even more than us. Not only that but his brother died and everything. That's not something you can just forget about or even easily forgive."

"Yeah, well I lost people too, Remus and Tonks, and Sirius too in the war. You don't see me holding a grudge," he whispered angrily.

"I know," she said quietly. "I think he just doesn't understand why you'd take a risk. Even if Malfoy is better, even if he's improved or is sorry for what he's done and is making it up, why wouldn't you choose someone – anyone else?"

"I didn't choose him!" Harry whispered. "I didn't plan it or anything. It's not like I made the choice to be with Draco just to spite him. I was just as stunned by what's happened with Draco, but I've seen a different side of him unlike you guys."

"I know, Harry. That's why you have to give Ron time and understand that all he sees in Draco is the boy who let the Death Eaters storm Hogwarts and get people he loved, friends and family, killed. You have to admit, it's a lot to swallow."

Just then the door opened and Kingsley walked in with several Aurors. He caught Harry's eye and nodded toward him. Harry nodded back. Dr. Stives approached Kingsley and shook his hand before walking over towards them. Harry glanced over at Draco who hesitantly walked over to them.

"Harry, Draco," Kingsley greeted. "I'm sorry we have to meet under such circumstances. Dr. Stives, please explain the situation."

"It was difficult to pinpoint exactly what was causing such severe illness. We weren't getting anywhere until you informed us of the Horcruxes," he said, glancing at Kingsley. "We weren't sure how to even test for that, but Miss Granger has been working on potion synthesis in order to advance the properties of potions already known in order to make them more useful. She suggested that we use an Aura potion with an advanced synthesis to make it detect abnormalities to figure out where in the body there was a problem. That's when we discovered something unnerving."

"What is it?" Harry asked. "I mean, he can't be a Horcrux. Voldemort barely has enough soul for Slughorn's body –"

"He's not a Horcrux," Dr. Stives said. "But there is definitely something wrong with his soul."

He and Draco exchanged looks of dread.

"What does that mean?" Harry asked.

"It means that his Aura was completely off. Instead of one part or several parts of the body giving off a color and energy it shouldn't, the entire body was a color it shouldn't be, which means that the problem stems not from the body itself, but deeper."

"The soul," Harry reiterated. "So that means…"

"We believe he's missing a piece," Dr. Stives said. "It's the only conclusion we've come to. If he was missing his whole soul he would be a mindless empty shell, but nothing else can explain his condition."

Kingsley expression darkened. "And who do we know who has a knack for taking people's souls?"

"Voldemort," Harry said bitterly, shaking his head. "That's how he's holding on."

Dr. Stives glanced at him in confusion. "It still doesn't make sense how he's holding on without a complete soul."

"Actually I think it does," Harry said.

Hermione's eyes widened. "What do you mean, Harry?"

Harry's expression darkened. "I think that Voldemort had to keep absorbing Dementors and the souls they possessed because it somehow strengthened the amulet, but it was obviously temporary. I think it's because the souls in the Dementors were already complete souls that have turned into energy, but taking a piece of Cyprian, someone who's still alive and got his body –"

Kingsley's eyes widened. "Of course. While Cyprian's still alive that piece of soul constantly remains alive, never dying out like the Dementor souls he absorbed."

"How do we get Cyprian's soul back?" Hermione asked, looking to each of them.

Kingsley shook his head. "That's the real question. It's probably why Voldemort's been so smug."

"Wait, what happens if Cyprian dies?" Draco spoke up. "I mean, Cyprian can't live forever, so let's say we don't find a way to heal him and Cyprian just dies of old age, wouldn't Voldemort die?"

Harry glanced at him. "Maybe. Voldemort could just be biding his time."

"Unless…," Kinglsey trailed off.

Dr. Stives stared at him. "Unless what, Minister?"

"Voldemort can't escape in his weakened state and that doesn't seem like a plan that would make him that smug. I'm concerned that somehow that amulet will allow him to keep sucking the boy's soul from afar?"

Harry's eyebrows furrowed. "Could it do that?"

"I don't know, but Cyprian's condition has worsened gradually in the past week. If it's possible, that means Voldemort might be able to get a complete soul."

"But even so it might not be strong enough to sustain him for very long," Harry said. "That's why he said he needed me, because my body held one of his Horcruxes."

Kingsley rubbed his chin. "That's a good point. I wish we knew more about that amulet to know what we're up against."

"There might be a way," Harry said.

Everyone turned to him, including Draco. He could feel Draco's anxiety.

"There's a hidden library in Grimmauld Place. I'll see if there's anything on the amulet there."

He could feel Draco relax next to him. Kingsley's eyes moved from Draco back to him and he nodded.

"All right. Let me know immediately if you find anything."

"I will," Harry said.

"In the meantime, alert me of any changes with Cyprian," Kingsley said.

Dr. Stives nodded. "Absolutely."

"I don't want word to get out. If people go into a panic, it will make Voldemort feel as though he's gaining the upper hand. We can't ever let that happen or even let him think that."

They all nodded in agreement. Dr. Stives went back to attending on Cyprian.

"Don't worry. We won't let him gain the advantage," Kingsley said, glancing at each of them. "We've beaten him when he's at his strongest so we can beat him now."

They all nodded quietly.

"Take care. And, Harry, keep me posted."

"I will."

Kingsley nodded and then left the room. The Aurors that came with him followed.

"I hope this turns out okay," Hermione said. "I'm so tired of dealing with war and anything to do with Voldemort."

"Me too," Harry said.

Draco just stared down at the floor in silence. Hermione then sighed and glanced at Harry.

"I'll see you later."

Hermione nodded to Draco politely and then turned around to join Dr. Stives and the others. Harry and Draco made their way back home. It wasn't until they were safe in the confines of Grimmauld Place that Draco spoke.

"Thanks for not ratting me out."

Harry turned. He knew Draco was referring to when Harry pointed out they could do research on the amulet. He of course meant with Draco's dark arts book, not the hidden library. He doubted anything that dangerous would've been put in the library. It wasn't that well hidden. Plus he knew books like that were very few and only handed down directly to descendants. He was sure Draco's family had some sort of lineage with Salazar. Most pure-blooded Slytherins did.

Harry nodded. "No problem. I just hope there's something in the book that can give us an idea."

They both headed up to Draco's room.

"Even if there is, what would be tell the Minister about where we found it?"

"I'd just say the hidden library. I wouldn't have to show him the book. I just need to tell him what I found. He'd trust my word on it."

Draco nodded as they entered his room. Draco pulled the book from the bottom of his locked trunk and began flipping through it. They both sat at the end of Draco's bed. After a few minutes of silence, Draco cleared his throat.

"Sorry about Weasel," he said, not even glancing up at the book.

Harry was quite sure he wasn't, but at least he was being polite and trying to make him feel better.

"Yeah, thanks. I'm sure he just needs more time."

Draco just nodded silently. Harry didn't even remotely believe that. He was sure Draco didn't buy it either.

"Wait. I think I found something," Draco said.

Harry scooted closer. "What is it?"

The blond pointed to a passage on a page. There wasn't a sketch or picture like a lot of the other passages, but the word amulet struck out at them. They both skimmed it.

"Okay. Basically amulets are magical objects used to absorb magical energy, blah, blah. We know that already," Draco muttered. "It's very hard to make an effective amulet. Only certain things in the wizard world can amplify or absorb a wizard's power like a wand and effectively be used to do things a wand could do. Of course they don't say what could give the amulet that kind of power."

"Wait. What's this?" Harry said, pointing. "It says that an amulet, if made properly, can bind itself to the maker."

Draco's eyes widened. "That's not good."

Harry gazed at him. "What do you mean?"

Draco gazed back. "Being bound to something like that, in a magical way, it's like – basically that wizard or witch has control of it. Meaning that Voldemort's soul is the one activating it."

Suddenly, Harry's brain was working in overdrive. "Then that means…what if instead of sucking out Cyprian's soul he wants to transfer himself into Cyprian's body? Could he do that?"

Draco stared at the passage for a minute. "There's not much here, but if Cyprian's soul, even a piece of it, is in the amulet, bound to Voldemort's piece of soul, it's possible that he could do that. But why hasn't he already?"

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Kingsley said that Cyprian's been gradually worsening at a slow pace. Maybe Voldemort is draining him of enough energy so he'll be too weak to fight and Voldemort could easily take over."

"Still, isn't he bound in an anti-magic cell?"

"Yeah, but that amulet isn't simple like a wand. If Cyprian has a connection to Voldemort now through that piece of soul that's with Voldemort, trapped within that amulet, then that means that even from afar that connection could work. It's just like when I had the Horcrux. No matter how far away Voldemort was I could always get into his mind. I was connected to him."

"If that's true, you need to warn the Minister right now. They need to keep up Cyprian's strength for as long as possible."

Harry nodded and immediately jumped up. "I'm going to visit him. I'll be back soon."

Draco nodded. Harry glanced at him once before leaving. The blond was staring down at the book looking tired. Harry felt bad leaving him there especially when he was sure Draco was thinking about the vow. He flew to the Ministry and requested to see him. It didn't take long for him to be escorted up. Kingsley opened the door before Harry even got to it.

"Harry, is something wrong?"

"I've learned something crucial," he said, stepping inside.

Kingsley shut the door. "About the amulet?"

Harry nodded and then explained to him what he and Draco discovered. Kingsley sat there for a minute absorbing the information.

"So what you're saying is that Cyprian could be Voldemort's escape?"

"Yes and we would never know. He knows that we can't harm Cyprian. So even if he suddenly wakes up and seems better we can't just hold him in a cell. His parents won't allow that. And to convince his parents that he was possessed by a piece of Voldemort's soul…well that's just stretching it. It's hard to swallow," he said, using Hermione's words.

It made him flash back to his fight with Ron. He did understand how it could be hard to swallow. That's what made it even worse was that he knew Ron did have a legitimate reason to be upset. Draco did things that he probably couldn't ever completely make up for, at least not for Ron.

"He's got Cyprian's life in the palm of his hand. He knows that we don't want to let Cyprian die. He's counting on that," Harry said, pacing. "Our only choice is to break the connection. That means destroying the amulet."

"Was there anything you found to help with that?"

Harry shook his head. "There wasn't much. There wasn't anything on destroying the amulet."

Kingsley sighed heavily. "This is a more dire situation than I first thought. Maybe Voldemort is gaining the upper hand."

"No!" Harry exclaimed. "We can't let him. You just need to tell the doctors to keep strengthening Cyprian as much as possible. We need to bide time."

"What are you going to do?" Kingsley asked, straightening up.

"I'm going to talk to Sirennia, she's the leader of the centaurs. She was helpful before so maybe she knows something about amulets or how to destroy them."

Kingsley nodded. "I'll head straight to St. Mungo's. One thing, though, even if Voldemort gets Cyprian's body he wouldn't last forever in his body. He needs your body, right? And once in Cyprian's body he can't get to the amulet because it would be safely locked here in the Ministry."

"I'm not so sure," Harry said. "If that amulet can find them together enough for him to transfer into Cyprian's body, he could use Cyprian to get close enough to the amulet to break it out. It's possible that the bond between Voldemort and the amulet would cause the amulet to automatically return to him. He absorbed it into Slughorn's body, which means that it's versatile. It's possible that the protections around the cell wouldn't do anything to that kind of magic. It's not normal magic."

"You might be right. We need to work fast. Let me know if Sirennia tells you anything of importance. Good work, Harry."

He nodded. "I just hope it's not all in vain. We can't let Voldemort get Cyprian."

Kingsley walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. "I know."

After a minute of silence Kingsley nodded to him and Harry nodded back. He flew off straight to Sirennia, even though it was a bit of a distance. He didn't want to bother Draco since the blond seemed tired. Even with speed charms it took him two hours to get there by broom. When he landed he immediately felt the presence of the centaurs.

"I need to see Sirennia."

"Harry Potter."

He turned to see the large centaur, Tinyen, appear.

"You're here again," he said. "What is your reason?"

"I'd like to talk to Sirennia. It's urgent. It's about Voldemort."

Tinyen stared at him and then walked ahead of him. Harry followed. He was escorted to the large white tree and Sirennia who was sitting peacefully under it. She stood up when Harry approached.

"What troubles you?" she asked, sensing something was wrong.

"It's Voldemort. He's using this powerful pendant and sucking the soul of a friend to make him stronger. We have to find a way to break the amulet's bond, but we don't know how."

Sirennia tilted her head. "Our kind knows little about wizard magic. Amulets are not something we know much about. What powers this amulet?"

Harry shook his head. "I don't know. We couldn't find much information on amulets."

"Without knowing the source of its power, I have no way to begin to determine its weakness," she said calmly.

Harry sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. He knew it was a long shot, but he didn't want to give up yet. There had to be a way.

"I mean, I don't know. I had a vision of the amulet, but it was blurry and short."

"A vision?" she asked. Her ears perked up. She began to approach him. "I must become one with your mind again."

Harry turned to face her as she came within inches of him. She bent her white head towards him and pressed her forehead against his. Harry stared into her bright blue eyes and saw the spark of power in them as her eyes glowed. He watched the sparks of power flutter. At the same time he could see the flashes before his eyes. His vision was coming back. He could see her eyes and the vision both at the same time, almost overlapping. The image of the blurry amulet passed and suddenly the image was gone. Harry blinked as she pulled her head away.

"I know what the source of its power is."

"What is it?" Harry asked eagerly.

Sirennia bowed her head slightly. "A moonstone."

Harry's eyes widened. That was what was at the center of the amulet, the small glimmer with a familiar glow. It made sense now.

"How do we break the power of the moonstone?"

"You cannot very easily," she said. "Moonstones have been around since before either of our kinds came to be. It is innate magic that absorbs and gives off energy. It is alive and yet not alive and can last for all eternity."

"You mean, like a tree? It's a living thing like a plant or something?"

Sirennia nodded. "The moonstones have great power when affected by other things, like staffs that your kind used. It created a horrible curse for your kind."

"A curse?"

"One of eternal thirst for blood."

Harry's eyes widened. "You mean vampires? They were created by the moonstone?"

"Not directly. In a battle, one of your kind used a staff. The person they fought was wearing a necklace that had a moonstone in it. When the curse went awry the moonstone's abilities distorted it, causing an incurable infection to spread. Once that person bit the next person, a curse was then born and continued to spread until more of your kind began destroying them."

Harry's eyebrows furrowed. So the moonstone would continue to keep Voldemort alive so long as Cyprian's soul was in it, but he didn't want to risk destroying Cyprian's soul or even a piece of it.

"You must destroy the amulet without destroying the moonstone to release your friend's soul without any harm," Sirennia said, walking past him and approaching the large white tree.

Harry walked over to join her and stared up at the tree.

"The moonstone has the ability to manipulate anything it touches. It is neither bad or good, but can be used for both," she explained. "This tree has healed our kin for years. When I had been injured in a battle, my kin put me against this tree and surrounded it with moonstones. I could feel the life of the moonstones and the life of the tree. It gave me life but it also took my blood, which seeped into its roots at the same time the moonstones was glowing brightly beneath a full moon. I had had a feeling that the full moon would be important. The bond that now exists with me and this tree is because of the moonstones. If someone were to destroy the tree, I would die."

"So your life is bound to the tree?"

Sirennia smiled. "There is always a balance, Harry. My life was spared only because I shared with the tree's life. I have grown stronger in time."

"Will Voldemort grow stronger?" Harry asked.

"He has delved into a magic far more unstable. He will not grow stronger for he does not have a bond with the moonstone. He only expels its energy when it suits him. He will, however, not die until the bond has been broken with your friend's soul."

"So if we just unbound the moonstone from Cyprian's soul then we wouldn't have to destroy the amulet, right?" he asked eagerly.

Sirennia glanced away momentarily. "It is not that easy to break such a bond once it has been created. I have never tried breaking it and therefore do not know if it is possible."

Harry nodded. "So how do I save Cyprian?"

"The only way is to make him sleep. Keep him frozen so the bond grows weaker. Then retrieve the amulet and bring it here with your friend and I can see if the tree will heal him. You must be careful not to destroy the moonstone or that piece of his soul will die."

Harry sighed heavily. "That amulet is inside Voldemort right now. I'm not sure we can get close enough to retrieve it."

Sirennia turned and he stared into her bright blue eyes. "I know you can find a way."

"I don't think I can," Harry said softly, looking down.

Sirennia bent her head down towards his and forced him to look up. "Perhaps all you need is to lure Voldemort into trying to use it."

Her eyes sparkled and Harry's eyes widened. Of course. If Voldemort could be tricked into using it, either to try escaping or something else, it would give them an opportunity to grab it.

"Sirennia, if I were to be wearing a moonstone, would it counteract the amulet?"

She tilted her head curiously. "I suppose it might but I am afraid there is only one way."

Harry glanced at her.

"You would have to bond with the moonstone using your life energy so that it is connected with you, as it is your friend right now. When it has a bond with you, your soul will have a bond with it making it difficult for another moonstone to try and bond with your soul."

"Is it safe to bond with a moonstone?"

Sirennia's eyes dimmed. "I am afraid I do not know how it will affect you."

Harry swallowed. "This might be the only way. Is it okay if I take one?"

She gestured for him to follow her. Harry followed her to the stream and stared at the smooth white rocks in the water. They seemed so ordinary, but he had seen the way they glowed in the moonlight. They were anything but ordinary. Slowly she stepped into the stream and began searching around. She then dipped her head into the water and pulled out a small moonstone. She placed it gently in his hand. Harry felt an instant tingle when the moonstone was in his palm. There was also a buzzing sensation like the stone was vibrating.

"It is the energy you feel," she said.

He closed his hand around the moonstone. If it was the only way to defeat Voldemort once and for all, he had to do it. He then approached her and bowed.

"How do I bond with it?"

"You must use your blood on it, just a little will do. Then you hold it in your hands and allow its energy to flow through you. It will absorb your blood and connect with you. Be warned, Harry. If any ill effects do befall you, I am not sure of how to reverse them."

"Thank you again for your help, Sirennia."

She nodded toward him. "Should you be successful, Harry, bring your friend here with the amulet and I will help."

Harry smiled. "Thank you. I don't know if I can ever repay you."

She just stared at him with a serene smile on her face. Harry flew back to the house, feeling the weight of the moonstone in his pocket. He didn't want to tell anyone yet, not even Kingsley. It was safer for everyone if they didn't know so that Voldemort would not be able to figure out through Cyprian or any other means. He would have to sleep on it and think about whether it was the right thing to do or if there was anything else they could do. He hoped Kingsley was having some luck.

When he got back home Draco was nowhere to be seen. Harry heard cursing and he went upstairs to find Draco in the hidden library. The blond was tossing books around.

"Hey," Harry said.

Draco wheeled around. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed heavily.

"What took you so long?"

"Oh, er, sorry, just a long talk. Kingsley's going to try and figure out how to help Cyprian from getting weaker."

"Great," Draco muttered.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't find a bloody clue about that stupid bloody purple leaf!" Draco exclaimed. "It's like it doesn't exist! The only way to get any plant looking that color is to charm it! So either the Mystic leaves didn't work or they gave us a clue to a plant that's been altered!"

"It wouldn't do that it would only reveal the unseen so it can't show us an altered plant. There must be something we're missing."

"Well then you bloody figure it out!" Draco snapped.

He then stormed past him and up the stairs. Harry sighed heavily. He really had no clue where to begin either. An idea struck him and he felt in his pocket for the moonstone. Perhaps once bonded with the moonstone it could increase his visions and maybe then he could have a vision of what the purple leaf meant. Harry clutched the moonstone tightly. It seemed there was no way around bonding with the moonstone.

While Draco was somewhere moping or throwing a tantrum, Harry went up to the attic. He sat down on the floor and pulled out the moonstone. He cupped it in one hand as he waved his wand and transfigured a quill into a small knife. Very carefully Harry sliced the center of his hand and placed the moonstone on top of it. He gripped it tightly and closed his eyes. For a moment he just concentrated on his breathing. Nothing else seemed to happen. His palm was aching from the shallow wound. Then it began to itch and tingle. Harry noticed that his hand was beginning to feel warm as if he was placing it nearby a fireplace. The warmth traveled up his arm spreading across his upper body. He exhaled deeply trying to relax. He waited several minutes until the warmth began to fade. He opened his eyes and then opened his palm. The blood was gone. His wound was already beginning to heal.

"There's no turning back now," he whispered.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on the purple leaf. He gripped the moonstone tightly, willing himself to get a vision. He sat there for some time with his eyes squinted shut. He tried to relax his body. The second his muscles relaxed he noticed the familiar warmth seeping through him. He concentrated on it. He could feel his breathing slow until he felt sleepy. He thought for sure he might fall asleep until his head seared with pain. His eyes fluttered and he suddenly saw tons of purple trees. They were surrounding a beautiful bright blue stream of water. He could see that there was a large cliff or mountain side.

His eyes snapped open. He had seen a location with purple trees! They had the same purple leaves on them. Perhaps it was the location where the plant-hybrid was hiding out. Now he just had to figure out what that place was. Immediately, he wrote a secure owl to Hermione to ask her. She was the person who would know anything about everything. Hopefully she would have some idea. Harry then stood back up and felt his body wobble a bit. He felt drained. He placed the moonstone back in his pocket and went to his room. He was so drained he fell asleep on his bed in his clothes for several hours.

When he awoke, he took a hot shower to relax his body and soothe his still pounding head. Then he got dressed into his pajama pants. He searched around in his trunk for something and found a tassel from his graduation cap. He transfigured it into a necklace chain and had to place a spell on it so it would wrap securely around the moonstone to hold it in place. He put it around his neck, slipped a t-shirt on, and hid it beneath that. So long as Voldemort didn't see it, he would never expect it. Hopefully Sirennia was right and that it would counteract the amulet if Voldemort tried to use it against him.

Harry left his room and slowly approached Draco's. He knocked softly.


He opened the door and stepped inside. Draco was sitting in his bed flipping through the pages of his Dark Arts book. Harry approached and sat on the end of the bed.

"I doubt there'd be anything in there."

Draco gave him an annoyed look and tossed the book onto the bed. He crossed his arms and sighed irritably.

"I have good news," Harry said.

"Weasel was attacked by his dragon?" Draco muttered.

Harry glared. "I'm going to blame that on your bad mood. No, I had a vision."

Draco turned to glance at him. "Of what?"

"Of the purple trees."

The blond's eyes widened. "What did you see? Do you know where it is?"

"Not quite. I've seen the location but it doesn't look familiar to me so I owled Hermione about it. Don't worry I left out any details."

Draco shrugged. "At this point I'm desperate so I really don't care."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "You don't care if she knows about the vow?"

"I don't care if you have to ask your friends for help. Of course I don't want her to know about the vow!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Fine. Anyway, hopefully she'll know something."

Draco sighed and leaned back against his pillow. "At least it's something."

Harry scooted up the bed until he was next to him. "Yeah. Do you mind if I stay here?"

The blond's lips curled into a smile. "Are you going to cuddle, Potter?"

"Shut-up!" Harry exclaimed.

He went underneath the covers. Draco waved his wand to turn out the lights. He felt the blond move and his arm brushed against him.

"You're warm," he said. "You don't have a fever, do you?"

"No," Harry said. He quickly made sure the moonstone was still tucked in his shirt.

"Good. I don't want to get sick."

Harry snorted. "Trust me, if I was sick I wouldn't tell you."

Draco just snorted in amusement. Harry closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Some time later he was being shaken. Harry opened his eyes.

"What?" He asked, still half asleep.

"What the hell is that?" Draco hissed.

Harry bolted up in bed. The blond was staring at him. His face was slightly glowing in the dark and Harry realized it was because of the light shining on him. Glancing downward, he saw the glowing white light beneath his shirt.

"Er, nothing."

"That's not nothing, Potter!" Draco snapped.

The blond reached out and grabbed him, wrestling him down onto the bed. He pulled the necklace up and stared at him.

"Is that a moonstone? Where did you get it?"

"Sirennia gave it to me."

Draco stared at him suspiciously. "Why is it glowing?"

Harry sighed heavily. "Fine. I bonded with it okay."

Draco's eyebrows furrowed. "You what?"

"I bonded with it! My life force! It was so I could get a vision."

Draco opened and closed his mouth a couple times. "Is that safe?" he finally asked.

Harry shrugged. "We needed a clue."

Swallowing, Draco glanced down at the bed for a split second. "You're sure you feel fine?"

"I'm fine," Harry said. "It wasn't just for the vision. We need that amulet from Voldemort and this is to help prevent him from using it against me."

"You're going to use yourself as bait?" Draco exclaimed.

"It's the only way to get it!"

Draco sighed and wrung his hands through his hair. He did that often when he was stressed. "You should talk to the Minister first."

"Nobody can know! It was enough of a risk telling you, okay? I can't risk Voldemort finding out."

"Fine," Draco muttered. "When were you going to tell me?"

"Er, never."

The blond glared at him. He then tossed a pillow over at him, which Harry was too sleepy to dodge. It smacked him in the face. They both lay back down again. Harry could feel Draco's eyes on him. The blond was genuinely concerned about him. Harry hid a smile in the pillow. He wondered exactly how strongly Draco felt for him. As he closed his eyes, he tried not to think about the moonstone or Voldemort or breaking the vow. He didn't want to even picture what would happen if any of those things went wrong.



Starr Whompin: Awww thanks! I'm glad you like the dynamic between them now. I hope it feels like a real relationship. They get on each other's nerves, but there's still a lot of passion and developing love between them. I promise you will know what happens with Ron in the near future. =) Lol! Ah yes, the "I love you". Tehhe. You will just have to wait and see about that. I'm so sorry that I'm slowly killing you. I promise to try not to torture you so much and give you a swift merciful end. ;) I will update asap!

AbbyGirl910: I'm glad you're liking this so far! I did send you a couple private messages in answer to your reviews. Lol! Hopefully by now you see Harry isn't so ignorant. It wasn't ignorance, it was more of denial on his part. He just couldn't believe Draco was sincere or that he actually had feelings for the blond. Also, that part about Harry wondering if Draco really thought they'd be a couple. Harry thought that Draco wanted to date out of loneliness and have a casual relationship. And there are a lot of things he doesn't know about the wizard world because he didn't grow up there, so that's why Draco is showing him things he missed. He doesn't think that Draco means a serious, long-term and committed relationship. You can date people without being committed or being in a lasting relationship. That's what Harry was thinking about. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the other chapters. I will update asap!

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