I have lots of books planned for 2020... lots of plans :)

But of course, requests are still open for my one-shots, and you may always request a full book, but be warned that while i accept almost all oneshot prompts, very rarely do i accept book prompts, as books are much harder and longer to write and must have much more thought behind them

You are still welcome to give me ideas :) and of course, as always, you are welcome to comment your theories on what you think will happen in my stories. Sometimes you guys give me ideas 💛

Harry practically yells "Loyalty!" at the entrance to the dungeons, and he assumes it's in his imagination that the door opens faster than normal.

He storms into the Slytherin Common Room, where a young girl is sitting in front of the fire, studying.

"Where is Felix?" he asks. He must look insane, messy hair and slightly desperate look in his eyes, but in this moment, he doesn't care.

She looks up, surprised. "Why?" Her Slytherin defenses appear to be kicking in, but Harry doesn't have the time for that.

"I need to talk to him. It's important."

She frowns. "He went out to the lake. I don't know why, it's insanely dangerous-"

She stops talking when she realizes Harry has rushed back out of the dungeons.

He runs into Draco, who shouts and grabs his arms, steadying him.

"Slow down for a second, Harry. What are you doing?"

"I can't let another person die," Harry whispered. 

"And I get that, but what are you doing?"

"I'm finding Felix Gonzalez." With that, Harry tears away from Draco's grasp and runs to the Great Lake.

Sure enough, the blonde boy is sitting by the lake, staring out at the water. He's not throwing stones this time. In fact, he's not moving at all.

"Hello," he murmurs as Harry sits next to him.

"Hello," Harry responds quietly. All of his fire-fueled anger and rush has dissipated at the defeated look in the boy's eyes. "What's wrong?"

"How could they do this? Who could have so much rage, so much hate, that they could-" Felix can't seem to speak any more, gesturing around himself. "I just- I don't understand."

"I don't understand it either, Felix."

"They killed her, Harry. They killed my mother." Felix barely seems to be able to say these words before a soft gasp escapes his mouth and he pulls his knees up to his chest, crying softly.

"Felix..." Harry can't find the words to console the boy in front of him.

"I don't know what to do. I need it to stop. I need it all to stop." He stares blankly out at the water. "I just need all of this to stop. How many people have to die before it ends?"

"I can try."

Felix's head snaps toward him. "What did you just say?"

"I have a... well, I wouldn't exactly call it a plan, because there are all of three details included and the rest is guessing and hope. But I want to try. I think Draco and I can stop this, but... I need your help."

Felix rubs his eyes, wiping away tears. "What the hell are you talking about? How can I help you?"

"Harry, what in the name of fuck?" Draco yells, rushing up to them. "Next time you run off to enlist help in our suicide mission, at least walk!"

Harry shrugs. "Sorry."

"Fuck off." Draco turns toward Felix. "Has he explained it yet?"

Felix blinks. "What the fuck is happening?"

"Felix," Harry sighs. "Your ancestors. Eleanor and Francis. How much do you know about them?"

Felix frowns. "What is this about, Harry?" he asks slowly. Recognition is starting to warm up in his eyes.

"The bond."

Felix tilts his head. "I don't know much. My father refused to ever talk about it. But my grandfather told me bits and pieces. They were magicians who could do really powerful magic together to heal people. They got married and were super cool and died hella young because she died and the bond killed him. They had a kid, I guess."

"That's all we know too," Draco sighs glumly. "But why won't ours work when we want it to? Maybe we don't really have a bond. Maybe we just have wildly uncontrollable magic and let our imaginations run away."

"No way. Remember the Great Hall, with Ron? And the bowl? It's different than regular magic," Harry argues.

"Hold the fuck on." Felix looks back and forth between them. "Are you two implying what I think you're implying?"

"We think we're... Like them," Harry explains reluctantly. He doesn't want to get more people involved, but Felix is crucial. Or at least, Harry had thought he was.

"Fuckin' sick!" Felix exclaims. "That's why you two got married!" His grin fades. "You're going to use that against the Death Eaters, aren't you?"

"We can't," Draco sighs, shrugging. "We can't fucking control it."

"It's insane and wild and it only sometimes works. We can't risk lives on the basis of something maybe working," Harry adds.

Felix frowns. "I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help."

"It's okay. It was a long shot, it was a while ago," Harry comforts him. "I'm sorry I dragged you into this."

Felix just shakes his head. "The world can't get any more dangerous." Sad brown eyes watch over the water once more.

"What about your father?" Draco asks.

"What?"

"Your father. What if we ask him?"

Felix stares at him like he's stupid. "He would never talk about it."

"To you, maybe. But maybe he'll talk to us."

Felix frowns. "I guess it couldn't hurt."

"Perfect. Where does he live?"

"I'm coming with you."

"No way!" Harry cries at the same time Draco shakes his head and replies "Not a chance in hell."

"He's my father." Felix looks irritated. "You're taking me with you, or I'm telling the whole school what you're doing and then you can tell me who's in danger."

Draco sighs, running his fingers through his hair. Harry watches him for a second, before tearing his eyes away and glaring at Felix.

"Felix. You're only a fourth year. If you know what's going on, you can help protect people. Here."

"No. You're taking me."

Harry huffs angrily. Draco tugs on his hair in irritation.

"I'll take that as a yes." Felix stands. "I'll meet you here tomorrow."

"No!" Harry cries, memories of the last time he agreed to meet someone by the lake surfacing. "Just meet us in the Great Hall at the end of breakfast."

Felix gives him a weird look. "Why can't we just meet here?"

"This is where Cedric Diggory died," Draco responds coldly. "Bad luck. We'll meet you tomorrow."

Felix stares at him for a long few moments. "I'll see you tomorrow."

As he walks away, Draco turns toward Harry.

"I have an idea," he whispers, holding out his hand to reveal the object resting in his palm.