The Power Of Blood

Broken Leash

It was two weeks later in the dead of night, while everyone was sleeping, when the large doors to the infirmary creaked open allowing the three children entrence. They walked silently to the bed where the frozen form of Harry Potter lay unmoving.

"What!?! They exclaimed in hushed whisper as they noticed the block of ice laying on the bed

"We killed him" the youngest, a red headed girl asked with tears forming

"He's not dead Gin" the girls slightly older brother replied putting an arm around her shoulder.

"It's him" the third accomplice deadpaned "the ice wreaks of his magical core. He did this, the ice is from him"

"An elemental?" The girl known as 'gin' asked

"Great, just another thing he can wave in our face" it's so annoying, to bad our spell didn't kill him"

"Ron" Ginny gasped along with the other girl

"Oh come off it Hermione, you know as well as I do that Potter wouldn't be caught dead with Malfoy last year and now he has compleatly forgotten about us, for the snakes"

"Whatever, let's go before we get caught"

As the trio left a small flash emitted from the ice as it began to melt and Harry began choking causing the sleeping medi-witch to come running out

"Mr Potter, I was wondering if you would ever wake up, here drink this" and at once a light purple potion was shoved in his face. "Now let me have a look at you" and without another word a black spell was shoot and moments later the plump woman had her results.

"It appears, Mr Potter, that you are perfectly healthy, for now you get some sleep and in the morning I will check you again before you are off to breakfast"

"Thank you ma'am" Harry replied Before flopping back down on his pillow.

Morning dawned a few hours later and Harry felt quite happy to be okay. As promised poppy overlooked the child again and after clearing him sent him on his way to breakfast. The great hall was it's normal ceerful self full of talk up until Harry walked in and the entire hall fell silent as they watched h walk all the way to the Slytherin table where Draco and Neville sat smiling

"Harry mate, great to see you, you gave us quite the scare" Neville said never losing his smile

"Yea it's good to finally be back I had quite the interesting time"

"Mr Potter" a dull voice spoke breaking the morning conversation

"Yes sir?"

"Professor Dumbledore would like to see you in his office after breakfast"

"Thank you sir" Harry replied casting a harsh look at the old man.

"What is that about?" Draco asked

"I don't trust him, The old man is not what he claims and he un-nurves me"

After finished eating Harry stood and headed for the headmasters office for whatever the old man had in store for him.

"Harry my boy come on in" The man spoke with a disgustingly sachrine voice

"What can I do for you headmaster?" Harry asked taking a seat across the desk.

"Harry ar-"

"Do you fancy me sir?" Harry cut off

"E-excuse me?" Dumbledore stuttered

"Do. You. Fancy. Me.?" Harry asked again

"Why would you ask such a thing?"

"Because, I did not give you permission to use my name yet you continue to call me Harry, it just seems a bit to informal for a professor"

"Mr Potter" Dumbledore corrected "I did not know you are an ice elemental, why have you not told me?"

"I am sorry sir, but I am unsure how that is your business" Harry replied

That bloody boy has spent to much time with thoes snakes, I think it time to nip it in the bud Dumbledore thought to himself

"Well I can't help but notice that you have spent much time with Mr Malfoy and I just want to make sure he has not convinced you to use your power for the wrong reasons"

"Draco does not even know about my power" Harry defended

"Either way I think it best you stay away from Mr Malfoy"

"And why is that? Headmaster" Harry asked

"I think it best I tell you the truth, Draco's father, is not who he says he is" Dumbledore began

Of course Harry already knew where this was going but he figured he would let the old man talk

"You see, Draco's father was a follower of the man that killed your parents"

"Voldemort, Draco's father worked for Voldemort. Okay and how does that affect my friendship with draco?"

"Well obviously being raised in that environment has affected Draco and s-"

"And so I should help him instead of staying away, how good a person would I be if I allowed Draco to return to an awful home?" Harry asked putting his hate for the Dursleys into the venom that spoke of Draco's home life

"I'm afraid that is not our place to interfere" Dumbledore replied with his helpless grandfather look

"No, wait my father was a pure blood, just like Mr Malfoy. Maybe I can do something as the heir" Harry rushed, a plan forming in his head

As Harry predicted the old man took a face of fear before schooling his emotions and replying "I'm afraid that won't work either, while the Potter family is pureblood, they do not have much standing in the wizard world as their fortune was spent" Dumbledore lied

"But what about my trust vault, how was the Potter family able to afford such a vast amount if the fortune is gone?" Harry rebuttled

"Donations to a young boy who was orphaned" Dumbledore answered

"Sir, I refuse to believe that there is nothing I can do, Draco is my friend and if he is in trouble I want to help him"

"But what about Mrs Granger and Mr Weasley, the three of you had quite the adventure last year, you don't wish to throw it away do you?"

"Ron and Hermione didint even wrote to me at all this summer, clearly they wanted to throw it away, and when I woke up in the hospital they didint even have the decency to come and see if I was okay" Harry replied, noticing the change in topic.

"I'm sure they had quite the busy summer Harry and you can't expect every owl to reach their destination"

"Okay but Hermione's a muggle born she could have at least called" Harry shoot back

"Either way it is your choice but I think you should at least here them out, and be wary of Mr Malfoy"

"Is that all, sir?" Harry asked standing up

"Yes, have a nice day Mr Potter" the man smiled his fake smile until his office door was closed and then his sweet smile became a growl of frustration until the shattering of one of his trinkets ecoed through the room. Had the old man payed any attention to the device then he would know that his magic just broke the only tether he had left on young Harry Potter.