Author: Beren (aka Tasha)
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: This story is canon compliant until the end of Order of the Phoenix and then goes AU. None of the HBP or Deathly Hallows plot will be used, or the Horcruxes for that matter since this story was planned before we knew the details about those things, and hence has it's own fanon. This includes birthdays and other information that have since been revealed on Pottermore and in further productions.
Summary: The threat of open war in on the horizon. The Order and the Ministry are of one accord and both know that where Harry Potter is, Voldemort will eventually be. Preparations are being made and this time the side of the light will not be caught unawares.
Summer classes, sabotage, revelations about Draco's father, teaching and the final showdown with Voldemort all await Harry and Draco in this exciting sequel to Gold Tinted Spectacles (LJ | AO3 | Wattpad).
Author's Notes: This is the second story in the Hecatemae universe. It starts up just after the end of the first instalment and I advice reading that one first so you understand the premise. Thanks go to my sister Sophie for the beta reading.
It has taken me 12 years to finally get around to finishing this, I very much hope everyone enjoys it.
Link to other parts: LJ | DW | AO3 | Wattpad
New chapters will be posted every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
It was too soon after they had been separated. Harry knew instinctively that it wasn't like it had been when Lucius had kidnapped Draco, this wasn't a curse, but it didn't help much. The nightmares were still a common occurrence and this was too close.
"Draco," he said, as he couldn't reach his soulmate.
"Be calm, Harry," Primrose said, approaching him, "I assume Draco is your soulmate?"
Harry nodded. His heart was beating way too fast and it was very hard not to simply panic. Only Primrose's kind, calm words helped him hold it together as his mind tried to fly off into the terrible events of the previous year.
"Your mind is on a different plane to his," Primrose told him calmly, "and if, as you say, this is an accident, neither of you is prepared for it."
Harry almost laughed; he was more than not prepared for it. This was right up there with playing tag with Death Eaters. Clutching his ring, he used it to focus and try and push the fear away.
"If you concentrate on him you can bring him here as well," Primrose said. "I have only travelled once and Thomas was supposed to stay behind, but I did not like the separation either. Send out your love and your need to your Draco, he will do what he must, even if he does not understand it."
Harry nodded, stamping down on the anxiety he was feeling as well as he could and concentrating instead on the feeling of Draco. It was hard because his mind kept sending him flashes of how it had been when Draco was under Dissaepio Iugum and it was upsetting his concentration. The hard metal under his fingers that he had crafted specifically to protect them against the curse was all that kept him from losing it completely.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Primrose asked.
"We were ... someone tried ..." Harry did his best to explain, but talking about it really didn't help. "Dissaepio Iugum," is what he eventually said.
Primrose looked aghast.
"Okay, Harry," she said, looking him directly in the eye, "focus on your Draco. Send him all your love, think of nothing else. This is not a curse, he will come to you. Do you understand?"
Harry nodded. It was ridiculous, he knew what Primrose said was true, he could feel it, but the panic was still there. All he could do was as he was told and he focused everything he had on Draco. He prayed his soulmate would know what to do.
Then he felt it, a hand on his arm; a very familiar hand. It was not a gradual process, from one second to the next, Draco went from slightly obscured to totally clear in his mind, not there, to standing in front of him. Harry couldn't help the way he grabbed Draco into a hug in relief. If the glimpse he had of Draco's face and the way his soulmate clung to him as well was any indication, the feeling was mutual. The wave of relief he felt coming through their bond gave it away completely.
"Harry," Draco said, pulling back and checking him over as Draco was want to do, "what happened? What is going on."
With his soulmate right there everything was coming back into perspective and Harry began to feel silly for his panic. It was really not how he wanted to make an impression on one of his magical forebears.
"Draco, this is Primrose Bluebottle," Harry introduced.
For a moment Draco just stared at the woman and then at Harry.
"Time travel into the distant past?" Draco sounded completely incredulous. "That is impossible."
"In most cases, yes," Primrose said, smiling at Draco's adamant tone, "but Hecatemae are linked by ancient energy and unbound by the rules of existence which contain others. At times of great need we are able to reach back to those who have come before. I am very sorry it has caused you both so much distress."
Draco looked at Harry.
"How do we not know this?" As ever Draco was very unhappy to be ignorant of something so important.
"I think it's been forgotten," Harry admitted.
Draco blinked and then turned back towards Primrose.
"Please forgive me," he said, "where are my manners. Draco Malfoy, pleased to meet you."
"And I you," Primrose said, still smiling. "Harry is quite a surprise."
"To all of us, I assure you," Draco replied, "for many, many reasons. What I do not understand is how, if this is the past, no one knew to prepare for him."
"The magic protects the future," Primrose replied. "It does not allow anything unessential to be revealed by the traveller to the one being visited and that which is unavoidable I will be unable to reveal to any but my soulmate."
That part actually made sense to Harry.
"Now, how may I help you?" Primrose asked.
"We're interested in your work with Transfiguration into energy and transference to the other side," Harry said.
"That line of research was very dangerous," Primrose said, losing her cheerful air. "Why would you wish to revisit it?"
"Because it's been lost," Draco spoke for them both, "and we surmise someone built an artefact using it. Someone close to Harry was lost through the artefact, but is able to appear as energy only Harry and I can see."
"But it feels wrong," Harry continued. "It's like the universe is screaming when he appears. I need to understand what happened to him to find out how to stop the screaming."
Primrose walked over to the chair at the end of the room and sat down.
"I knew I never should have revealed what I learned," she said. "It was supposed to be a warning, not a plan to recreate the effect."
"So it is true you researched the Industriamorphius Curse?" Harry asked.
Primrose looked at him, her expression pensive.
The sound of feet on the stairs distracted them all and Harry looked over to see a man come charging into the room.
"Prim?" the man asked.
He was tall, red headed and built like a wrestler.
"Thom," Primrose said, holding out her hand to him, "these are Harry and Draco, they have travelled to speak with me."
Harry recognised the same protective instinct in Thomas' stance as he often saw in Draco. Even if Primrose had not mentioned his name before, Harry would have known the Hecatema's soulmate for who he was.
The way Thomas looked over to Primrose before he said anything further spoke volumes by itself; the two were having a silent conversation. It was kind of fascinating to see other people do it. Thomas' eyes flicked over to both Harry and Draco as the wizard and his soulmate talked.
"Welcome to our home," Thomas said eventually, but there was still worry in his eyes.
"Sorry for the timing," Harry said, "this is all new to us."
Thomas nodded his head, he seemed to appreciate the gesture.
"We were just talking about the Industriamorphius Curse," Primrose revealed out loud.
"That is very dangerous magic," Thomas said, "and can only be cast by the strongest magical folk."
"We are beginning to understand that," Draco said, moving just a little bit closer to Harry. "The curse has been lost to history in our time, but someone used the principles to create an artefact which was used on someone Harry cares very deeply about. He is dead, but not dead and he can return to be seen by Harry and myself. However, it feels deeply wrong to Harry."
"We need to understand what happened to him to find out if there is a solution," Harry added. "Every time he appears it is worse. I don't know what will happen if things just keep going on as they are, but I don't think it will be good."
"His energy will be out of alignment," she said, "it is likely that, in the end, there will be something of a very large explosion as the natural magical forces attempt to rectify this."
Harry felt a bit lightheaded; he could only imagine what would happen if that magical explosion happened at Hogwarts.
"He's drawn to me," he said, "he appears without realising it. I don't think he could stop."
"Then I see why you have been brought to me," Primrose said. "Please, come and sit down."
She waved her hand and two chairs like her own appeared, only they floated for a second before aligning with the floor. They did not look quite real. However, as Harry moved to sit in one, it felt quite solid.
"Pure energy," Primrose said and he realised he must have been broadcasting his confusion. "You will not be able to interact with anything physical here. You are only walking on the floor because you think you should be."
That was an interesting piece of news.
"I think the whole idea of travelling makes my head spin," Harry admitted.
"I am of the same mind," Thomas said, relaxing somewhat and walking over to perch on a trunk that was to the left of Primrose's table.
It looked to Harry like it was a habitual move.
"The Industriamorphius Curse is so hard to cast because it requires a wild wand," Primrose revealed after everyone was settled.
Harry looked at Draco.
"I have one of those," Harry said.
"The curse requires so much power that only a pure source carries enough energy," Primrose continued. "Transfiguring a living thing into pure energy is not so difficult, but transferring that energy from the mortal plane, that is the complex part."
"We found a reference to you having met a victim of the curse," Draco said, "is that true?"
"I did," Primrose nodded, "but I did not experience the same reaction Harry has been having. The person I met was more like a ghost and they were drawn back, like your friend, by a connection to a living individual. They asked me to end the connection, which I did. What I believe had happened with your friend is something I hypothesised during my research; the transfer from this plane of existence to the next was not carried out correctly. Was their magic involved other than the artefact you have mentioned?"
"He'd just been hexed," Harry said.
The image of Sirius falling through The Veil shot through his mind with nasty clarity. The way Draco's hand tightened in on his own let him know he had probably shared it.
"And there was a battle going on at the time," Draco elaborated.
"Then I suspect something interfered with this artefact's magic," Primrose said, fingers steepled in front of her face and tapping gently against her nose as she considered the situation. "Such a possibility is why I chose to reveal this particular research to certain individuals. You are very lucky there were no repercussions before this."
Harry was beginning to understand why he had had such an adverse reaction to Sirius from the start.
"And is there a way to put Sirius back in alignment?" he asked.
He began to silently pray that Primrose was not about to tell him that the only solution was the make Sirius properly dead. The Hecatema sat silently for another few moments thinking and finally looked at Harry.
"I was able to conduct several experiments thanks to some ghosts of my acquaintance," she revealed, "and I came to a simple conclusion, although our magic is able to move ghost energy, bind it, even banish it back to the other side, magic from this plane cannot fundamentally change that energy because of its connection to sources those of us living cannot begin to understand. The only way to affect such energy would be to transfer it back to the living side."
"Are you saying the only way to stop the possible disaster around S..." Draco stumbled over Sirius' name, "our friend is to resurrect him?"
"Well, resurrect his energy," Primrose said, "yes."
"Is that even possible?" Harry asked.
"Theoretically, yes," Primrose said, "but in reality it would take a very large amount of wild magic, far more than in a wild wand."
"So to achieve a miracle someone would have to achieve another miracle first," Draco said.
"A valid analogy," Primrose said with a small nod.
The solution was so close and yet so far and Harry took a deep breath to calm his raging thoughts.
"Would you mind explaining how it could be done if we had enough power?" he asked.
Primrose reached out to him, placing her hand on top of his arm, although her fingers disappeared into it slightly. He felt the tingling of magic at the touch.
"Of course," she said.
* * *
Luckily the next day was Sunday so they had something of a lie in. Not so luckily was the fact there was a friendly Quidditch match Harry was supposed to be refereeing. They had spoken with Primrose for hours and then found themselves back in bed, only to fall in a dead sleep. When their alarm went off, Draco woke up and cancelled it with a flick of his wand, Harry didn't even stir.
Draco felt completely drained and Harry was so deeply asleep he didn't so much as notice Draco dragging himself out of bed. The fireplace was only a couple of steps away and yet it felt to Draco like a mile. They were definitely not going anywhere anytime soon.
Grabbing a handful of floo powder, Draco threw it into the embers of the fire, which sparked up in response.
"Albus Dumbledore," he said as clearly as he could manage and put his head into the flames.
"Draco, my dear boy," Dumbledore said from where he was sitting at his desk, "what can I do for you?"
"I'm very sorry, Albus," he said, "but last night Harry had an incident. Nothing bad," he added hastily, "but it took a lot out of him. We won't be able to make it to the Quidditch match today. Is there anyone else available to ref? We'll make it up to them."
"Of course, I completely understand. I am sure it can be arranged. I do hope we haven't been working Harry too hard," Dumbledore replied.
Draco gave the headmaster a tired smile.
"Oh, it's nothing to do with lessons," he promised. "We have been researching about that certain skill we have spoken about," there was no way he was mentioning the apparition issue through an open floo network, "and it caused a reaction. Not unpleasant, quite interesting actually, but very tiring. Harry is currently dead to the world."
"Which I suspect means you should be too, does it not, Draco?" Dumbledore asked with a small smile and something of a twinkle.
"I was planning on it," Draco replied, making light of the situation.
He and Harry had a lot to talk about and a lot of thinking to do, but he was too tired to worry about that right then.
"Then I wish you sweet dreams," Dumbledore said, "and I shall ask the house elves to bring you some breakfast around mid morning. Does that sound satisfactory?"
"Thank you, Albus," Draco said, very grateful he wasn't the only one looking out for Harry's health, "that would be wonderful. He's bound to be ready to eat a hippogryph when he wakes up."
"Not at all, my dear boy," Albus replied and gave him a little wave.
He nodded back and then pulled his head out of the fire.
Without even considering anything else he stumbled back to the bed, climbed in, threw an arm over Harry and went back to sleep.
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