The Pureblood (harry potter fanfic)

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Andromache nestled her head against his chest, inhaling the scent of him, before pulling back and wiping the tears from her eyes, "You must have quite a few questions for me."

He took her hand, pulling her to a chair and sitting her down before pulling up a chair of his own so that they faced each other, "Tell me about this war. Why are you a deserter?"

"I was in the Egyptian army for a very long time, before I just left. I didn't tell anyone where I was going and I didn't just switch sides. I just disappeared."

"Why did you want to disappear?"

"I had no reason to live, and I was not fighting for anything except because I was told to fight. I had no reason to stay and I had seen a lot of war, so I was not to keen to join the resistance, at least not right away. So I traveled, and I ended up here."

"What happens now?"

"We live. There is a way I can link myself to you. It's extremely dangerous though, and would put us both at risk."

"What happens when you link yourself to me?"

"I transfer some of my immortality to you. You will live a longer than average life, but at the same time you will transfer some of your mortality to me. I will age and die at the same rate that you do. I basically set my life so that it follows yours. The only problem with it is that if I am killed you will die as well."

"What happens if I am killed?"

"Nothing. After I link myself to you, your life becomes unnatural for your body. Your life force begins to depend on the Sortiarius that runs through my veins, extending your life unnaturally. If I am killed, your body no longer has that Sortiarius that it is dependent on. You will die slowly, your body basically falling apart slowly."

"Is that likely?"

"It's possible. For instance, if I was attacked now, I would be able to fight back using everything I had, but after the binding process I would have to reserve a certain amount of strength and power in order to maintain your life. It's risky for both of us." 

He nodded, trying to understand the situation, "So if we don't bond, you won't age?"

"I will not age."

"So you're like a god?"

She laughed, "Yes, I'm like a god."

"Why is that funny?"

"Because, a long time ago I was Athena."

"You were the goddess Athena?"

"Yes. Most gods, whether they are Greek or Egyptian, are based off of people like me. I just so happened to have been Athena."

"So all the prayers, the offerings, they all fall on deaf ears?"

"Not always. When we came to Greece a lot of us had children here. When our children's decendents call on us, they use a bit of the Sortiarius that has been passed down to them. We hear them."

"What exactly is Sortiarius? You've said it three times now and I still do not understand."

"We do not actually know. It's confusing. We know it is in our bloodstream because our blood can be used to do a great number of things. It is some sort of substance, that is passed down through various generations. It's what enables us to do the things we do. It's what separates me from you. What it is, I don't actually know."

Alexandros hesitated, not looking her in the eye, he asked quietly, "You said, 'our children.' Did you mean that?"

She hung her head, biting her lip, "I have had one son in my lifetime. He died a long time ago."

She waited for him to say something, too afraid to look up at him, she just waited. Finally, "You said that you had had nothing to live for."

She looked up, only to see that he too, was looking at the ground. She touched his cheek, slowly directing his gaze upwards, "My son lived to be seventy-eight, and died with no children. To this day it feels like I blinked my eyes and missed it all."

"Seventy-eight is no small feat."

She looked at him, afraid of how he would react, "As my child he should have lived to be at least one thousand."