The Contract

The only way Harry Potter can escape those who wish to use him is to agree to an ancient betrothal contract, created by Dorea Black-Potter. This old pact unexpectedly becomes Harry’s key to breaking free from Dumbledore’s predetermined destiny. However, as he uncovers the layers of manipulation and lies meticulously woven by Dumbledore, Harry is forced onto a crucial crossroads: Will he remain neutral, or will he slide into a deeper darkness after learning the full truth? Adding to the unease, his betrothed is Rabastan Lestrange—a pureblood Slytherin marked by darkness. Will this marriage contract truly change Harry's future, or simply drag him into a profound abyss? Between them, is it purely mutual utilization, or can they find a sliver of happiness within their Slytherin nature? Can a forced wedding bring Harry and Rabastan unexpected salvation, or is it merely another dark transaction? As lies crumble and fate entwines, the union of Harry and Rabastan will redefine the Wizarding world's order, and the volatile nature of their relationship.

The Contract

The only way Harry Potter can escape those who wish to use him is to agree to an ancient betrothal contract, created by Dorea Black-Potter. This old pact unexpectedly becomes Harry’s key to breaking free from Dumbledore’s predetermined destiny. However, as he uncovers the layers of manipulation and lies meticulously woven by Dumbledore, Harry is forced onto a crucial crossroads: Will he remain neutral, or will he slide into a deeper darkness after learning the full truth? Adding to the unease, his betrothed is Rabastan Lestrange—a pureblood Slytherin marked by darkness. Will this marriage contract truly change Harry's future, or simply drag him into a profound abyss? Between them, is it purely mutual utilization, or can they find a sliver of happiness within their Slytherin nature? Can a forced wedding bring Harry and Rabastan unexpected salvation, or is it merely another dark transaction? As lies crumble and fate entwines, the union of Harry and Rabastan will redefine the Wizarding world's order, and the volatile nature of their relationship.

Rain lashed against the stained-glass windows of the Black family library, distorting the glow of candlelight into spectral streaks. Harry’s fingers trembled as he held the brittle parchment, its ink shifting under his touch—‘By blood and vow, the heir of Potter shall unite with the scion of Lestrange…’ Behind him, a floorboard creaked. He spun, wand raised, only to find Narcissa Malfoy standing in the doorway, her pale eyes unreadable.

“You’re the last,” she said softly. “The only one left who can activate it.”

“Why now?” Harry demanded. “Why *him*?”

“Because Dumbledore feared this bond,” she replied. “And because Rabastan is the only one who won’t kneel to him—or to you.”

A cold wind howled through the cracks in the stone. Somewhere above, footsteps echoed—Ministry trackers. Time was running out. The contract required a blood sigil, spoken consent, and physical proximity to the betrothed. Harry had minutes to decide: flee and remain a fugitive forever, or summon the man branded by darkness and bind his fate to his own.