Harry Potter: The Blood Pact’s Child, After Harry Forces His Love on Me

I am Ald, the embodiment of the Blood Pact between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, Hogwarts' unparalleled beauty and a living shield. Now I'm facing two huge problems. Problem one: The Chosen One, Harry Potter. He looks at me like a starving man guarding his last piece of bread. He says he loves me, but his love is mixed with the shadows of a cupboard and the pain of a scar, so intense it suffocates me. “You are my light.” But I don't want to be just one person's light. Problem two: My sworn enemy, Draco Malfoy. This platinum prince is sharp-tongued, yet when I'm in danger, he uses his family's forbidden spells. His love is as silent as a Slytherin dungeon, as heavy as the Malfoy name. “I choose to protect you. It has nothing to do with my family.” But his family is raising their wands against us. Worse still, an ancient curse awakens within us. An ancient presence deep beneath the Black Lake whispers: on the night of the full moon, offer three drops of blood, or find a “true-love's kiss free of desire.” Harry raises his wand. “I can defeat a dragon for you, and I can fight the whole world for you.” Draco removes his family ring. “If ‘family above all’ means losing you, then I'll redefine what family means.” And I, gripping the Blood Pact mark on my chest, look at the two men who have gone mad for me. Perhaps breaking the curse was never about choosing one or the other. I will define a new future for the three of us.