HP: the Son of the Blood Alliance, After Being Forced to Love Harry

I, Alder, the incarnation of the blood alliance between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the stunning beauty and living protective net of Hogwarts. Now we have two big troubles. Trouble 1: Harry Potter, the savior, looks at me like a hungry man guarding the last piece of bread. He said he loved me, but his love was mixed with the shadow of the cupboard and the pain of the scar, so hot that it made me suffocate. "You are my light." - But I don't want to be just one person's light. Trouble 2: My arch-rival Draco Malfoy, this platinum prince is mean-mouthed, but he will use the family's forbidden curse when I'm in danger. His love is as silent as Slytherin's cellar and as heavy as Malfoy's last name. "My choice to protect you has nothing to do with my family." But his family is raising a magic wand and pointing it at us. To make matters worse, a thousand-year curse awakens in us, and ancient beings from the depths of the Black Lake whisper: On the night of the full moon, offer three drops of blood, or find a "desire-free kiss of true love." Harry raised his wand: "I can defeat the fire dragon for you, and I can also defeat the entire world for you." Draco took off his family ring: "If 'family first' means losing you, then I will reshape the definition of family." And I, holding the blood alliance mark on my chest tightly, looked at these two men who were crazy about me. Perhaps, the way to break the curse is never an alternative. I want to define a new future for the three of us.