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****** Naga Inheritance ******
by Tenari Rose [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     This is my first fic so be nice. It's an inheritance fic with abuse
     and an evil Dumbledore. I hope you'll at least read the first few
     chapter's and see if you like it.
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
     may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this creator,
     please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection
     profile.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Hi. As I said this is my first fanfic so be nice. Flames will be ignored. I
know it's not very original but I got over it so you can too. I have decided to
ignore anything that happened that I dislike, so be prepared. Also I have some
characters of my own creation in the story, they are my children, even if they
are evil or stupid no insults against them will be acknowledged. Also if there
are any errors I'm sorry, spell check does only so much.
But enough about my story, here goes nothing.
XXXHPDMXXX Chapter One XXXHPDMXXX
A crash echoed throughout the house at Privet Drive as the door to Harry's room
slammed open. Deep green eyes widened in shock and terror as Vernon Dursley
stomped into the room.
Harry cowered on his bed dropping the books he had been holding in favor of
raising his arms, as though to protect himself, like it serve any purpose. A
shot put sized fist slammed into Harry tossing his malnourished form across the
room. He hit the wall with almost enough force to knock him out. Almost.
He blinked in pain, barely keeping a hold on his consciousness as his uncle's
fists descended again and again. He distanced himself from the pain, something
he had learned to do many years ago. He was merely a visitor in his own body
observing his uncles anger from a distance. Harry wondered, barley capable of
rational thought, why his uncle was angry, this time.
"Freak! Filth! Scum of the Earth! Your filth contaminated him you disgusting
git! You filthy little faggot."
Harry wondered absently what his uncle was talking about, as he flinched a the
sound of his ribs breaking, again. He remembered suddenly what he had seen the
last time he had cleaned Dudley's room.
'Did Vernon find Dudley's magazines?' The last time he had cleaned Dudley's
room, when he was clearing everything from beneath the bed, he had come across
some interesting magazines. Rather than the girls Harry had expected to find in
Dudley's magazines, they featured only guys. It had been an eye opening
experience for Harry. As he went to put the magazines away Dudley came in. He
had given Harry a black eye and made him swear not to tell anyone. He convinced
his parents the next day that Harry was invading his privacy by cleaning his
room. He was no longer expected to do that chore.
The beating went on for sometime, Vernon growing steadily angrier at Harry's
lack of response. Harry was lost in thoughts and did not realize what was
happening until Vernon had already removed his pants. Harry attempted to
struggle but Vernon punched him again in his already broken ribs. Vernon tossed
Harry over the headboard of his own bed, and without much trouble (oversized
clothes suck), removed Harry's very baggy jeans.
To say what happened next hurt would be a huge understatement. Harry felt as
though he were being ripped in two. He was actually glad when his skin tore,
his blood was better than nothing for lubricant.
Harry's body was wracked with pain, tears streamed down his face as his uncle
grunted with every thrust. Harry had not yet gotten used to the horrible
sensation, he guessed it had happened enough yet for him to get used to the
pain as had happened with his beatings. Harry tried every so often to pull away
but his uncle would slam his head against the previously drooped books every
time he tried. On his last attempt Harry hit his head on 'Quidditch( did I
spell that right? probably not.) Through the Ages" and he blacked out, a thin
steam of blood dripping down his face. His last coherent thought was this: 'And
here I thought I wouldn't be getting a birthday present".
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So that's the first chapter. Did you like it? If not I'm sorry. Also I know
it's sort of short, but it's only the first chapter, plus I wanna see if I get
any reviews, if not I'll probably drop the story. Anyways, thank you for
reading and I hope your life is going good whoever and wherever you are.
Tenari Rose ^_^
P.S. I already finished the first few chapters and posted them on another
website but I'm posting them here now to. I'm leaving my before and after notes
so you can understand why I changed the way I wrote just a bit.
***** Chapter 2 *****

Author's notes: All warnings from the first chapter apply to all others. I put
them there and won't put them again. It's to much hassle.
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Yay! A review.! Happy happy joy joy. Okay, now that that bout of giddiness is
out of my system, thanks for reviewing! As for Remus and Sirius, you'll just
have to wait and see. *smiles mysteriously*
XXXHPDMXXX Chapter 2 XXXHPDMXXX
Harry awoke alone in the dark, he was in pain and uncomfortable, the feeling of
dried blood and... something else, against his skin. The memories of what had
occurred came rushing back. His eyes started to water and he gasped in pain
when he lifted his hand to wipe away his tears. He gritted his teeth and
dragged himself off his bed. He moved to his loose floorboard and grabbed for
the potions he stored beneath it. He removed an elixir to mend his bones as
well as to replenish his blood.
He could not heal the bruises and cuts. Well technically he could, he had what
potions he would need, but if he did his uncle would notice and he wold be
punished.
He grabbed some clothes ignoring his protesting injuries, and headed for the
shower. He thought back on the other times he had received such treatment. His
first time had been sold to a man almost as cruel as his uncle, the marks the
man had inflicted had been added to the numerous whip and knife scars already
marring his back. The man had been somewhat young, only about 30 or so and had
twinkling eyes that still caused him to flinch every time he looked at
Dumbledore. He had been 7 at the time.
The worst time had been after he found out about the wizarding world. The scars
still traced words on his flesh. Freak and Faggot were prominent among them. He
had had a hard time acting unharmed on the train to Hogwarts. He had used a
small glamor, though he still didn't understand how, to cover the visible
bruises.
His first beatings had come from the time he could walk, he had pulled
something off the coffee table and been sent flying across the room. He had
learned to follow orders very early in life. School was only made harder by his
efforts to hide hi abuse. He couldn't explain away the way he flinched away
from even the most casual touches, so he simply avoided the other students
instead. He had learned to hide his intelligence a well, if the teachers paid
too much attention to him, he could be discovered. He understood that that was
not an option. Getting discovered that is.
He had become accustomed to his role and played it even in Hogwarts, the only
place he had ever considered home. He did all he felt he needed to in order to
gain acceptance.
This year that could change. In one day, or a few hours really, he thought as
he remembered the darkened sky, he would turn sixteen. He would be able to use
magic outside school, he would also come into his inheritance. He knew that the
house Moldy Shorts had destroyed was not his parents only property. He would
have a home, somewhere far away from his Uncle's.
He climbed out of the shower after turning off the water. His skin was red and
raw form forceful scrubbing. He hated the feeling he always had after his uncle
violated him. He felt as though he had rolled in dog crap, filthy and unwanted.
He glanced at clock dressing quickly and packing his belongings. He felt as
though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders as the clock struck
midnight, he figured it was simply relief at the knowledge that he was free
from his uncle. He brushed his hair out of his face, 'has it always been this
long?' he thought absently.
As his first legal spells he unlocked his bedroom door and the cupboard under
the stairs. he did not require his wand to do this much, his magic was far more
powerful than he let on.
He shrunk all his luggage and left a "note" before heading out the door. He had
sent Hedwig to the Weasleys' before the summer had even begun. he summoned the
Knight bus and asked to got to Gringotts, hoping it was still open this late at
night. he did not notice the strange looks or the flustered way the driver and
Stan were behaving around him.
His trip was uneventful, though he did slowly begin to become aware of the odd
looks.
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Hope this chapter was okay. Have a nice and interesting life whoever and
wherever you are.
Tenari rose ^_^
***** Chapter 3 *****

Author's notes: ....
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Yay more reviews! Thanks for the heads up about the knight bus thing. It was a
typo. And yeah the change of the legal wizarding age is on purpose, i would of
made it even younger than I did but I have plans regarding the whole Umbridge
event. For all the peple who liked it YAY! And don't worry the Dursleys WILL be
punished.
XXXHPDMXXX Chapter 3 XXXHPDMXXX
Gringotts towered in front of Harry, the building loomed shrouding the street
in darkness, it seemed to reflect the warning written across the doors. Harry's
finger traced once over the words before he quietly entered the building (I
loved that waring, it upset me that J. K. never mentioned it after her first
book). Only a few goblins had stayed until so late at night. Harry was a little
nervous as he approached one such goblin brooding over a pile of gems.
"Er...," his voice shook, so he cleared his throat and began again. "Um....
excuse me?" He said, the days events were catching up to him, robbing him of
his confidence. The goblin to which he had spoken looked up with a cruel glare
that would have cowed a greater man, but Harry masked his fright and spoke
again. "I need to speak to the Goblin in charge of my accounts..... Griphook I
believe is his name."
"Did it occur to you.... Potter," he spat out the name as though it were a
curse, "that Griphook may not be available at this time of night?"
Harry blinked, the thought had not occurred to him. He felt a tad more
flustered. "He-he isn't? I'm sorry then...But I thought, well... er... I guess
I'll just leave then......" He turned to face the door, wondering where he
would stay until morning.
"I didn't say that he wasn't here, I simply asked if a thought had occurred to
you." said the goblin with a cruel sneer. (I made him up so you may dislike him
but you may not flame him! Grrr.) "Second door on the left." he said pointing
to a nearby hallway.
Harry stood in surprise for a moment, before stalking off, he decided in that
moment that he very much disliked that goblin. The hall looked like something
borrowed from a haunted castle, and the doors, it seemed, were made of stone.
Despite this Harry could not help but feel joy remembering the reason for his
visit.
He knocked once on the door and enter at the sound of Griphook's voice.
"Harry!" he said, quite happy to see his favorite customer. It was surprising
to see such a calm quiet smile on the face of a goblin. " did not expect you
until at least the sun had risen." Harry had formed a friendship with the
goblin over the six years Griphook had managed his account. The goblin was one
of the few people Harry people Harry felt he could show his true, rather
slytherin self to. (Yes he can go suddenly from meek to happy to slytherin, he
was abused from the time was old enough to walk, you can't expect him to be
mentally stable now can you?) And even Griphook did not know know the full
extent of Harry's abuse.
"Come, sit," invited Griphook. "I was just finishing up the paperwork for
transferring your inheritance into your possession, there was quite a bit of
work that needed doing. It seems someone powerful has been moving money from
your accounts."
Harry pondered for a moment over the word "accounts" before focusing on the
rest of what the goblin had said. "Moving? You mean stealing." He spoke as
though it were a question, but they both knew it was not. "who and how much?"
he asked, an angry smile on his face.
Griphook handed him a handwritten list.
Who How much
Harry grinned for a moment at the word choice.
Dursleys 1,000,000 pounds
Arthur and Molly Weasley 1,000,000 Galleons(did i spell it right? If not I'm
sorry.)
Ginny Weasley 500,000 Galleons
Percy Weasley 1,000 Galleons
Hermione Granger 700,000 Galleons
Mr. and Mrs. Granger 30,000 Pounds
Order of the Phoenix 5,000,000 Galleons
Dumbledore 1,000,000,000 Galleons
Harry closed his eyes and absorbed the knowledge, before opening them as a icy
glare appeared on his face. "The money will be returned." His tone of voice
left no room for argument. He turned to the goblin, his features softening
slightly at the sight of his friend. "Umm...." he said softly, "Can I see my
new account balances and whatever properties I've gained?" Griphook handed
Harry another piece of parchment.
Potters:
9,758,532,976 Galleons
Godric's Hollow
Potter Mansion
Marauder's Den
summerhouse
Cottage
Black: (yes he fell through the viel, but he shall come back!)
27,817,532,976 galleons
Grimmauld Place(These names are to odd, I should probably get my books out to
check the spelling.)
Black Mansion(Kent)
Black Mansion(Venice)
Cottage(England)
Cottage(America)
Summerhouse(Ireland)
Slytherin:(not an heir of six story, i just want to explain his power and give
him Hogwarts)
9,000,000,000,000 Galleons
Slytherin Mansion
Hufflepuff:
397,567,852,321
Hufflepuff Manor
Ravenclaw:
2,00,000,000,005
Ravenclaw Manson
Gryffindor:
7,000,597,632,571
Gryffindor Mansion
Hogwarts
Evans:
1,000,000,000,000
Trendle Ave(new York)
Harry's jaw dropped. He had been expecting the Potters and even Sirius's
contribution had not been too much of a surprise, but the founders! He was also
surprised to have inherited so much from his mother, the Evans were a muggle
family... weren't they?
He looked up at Griphook and cleared his throat before he spoke. "I'll need the
address to the...." he glanced once more at the list, "Marauders' Den." he
finished. "I'll also need my family rings." he added as an afterthought.
Certainly," said Griphook and he took a small bag out from his desk drawer. In
the box were three rings and four bracelets.
Harry picked up the Potter family ring and put it on his right middle finger.,
the Black family ring went on his left. he put the Evans family ring on a
chain, provided by Griphook, around his neck. he hesitated a moment5 before
slipping the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff bracelets on his left wrist, and the
Slytherin and Ravenclaw bracelets on his right. he hid them all beneath the
sleeves of his cloak.
What's the point of wearing them if you're going to hide them?" asked Griphook
with a smile.
Harry, unable to think of a good answer stuck out his tongue at Griphook. "I'll
need some gold as well. I have a little shopping to do." He said holding out
the hem of his giant shirt. "I'm afraid I'll need a whole new wardrobe." he
said smiling.
"Most likely," he said thinking for a moment, "I'll need some muggle money as
well."
Griphook nodded and went to get what Harry asked for. While he was gone Harry
looked briefly around the room. he saw what appeared to be a bust of a goblin
head. Remembering Batman he jokingly pushed back the head,only to be shocked
when it moved. 'Goblins watch Batman?' he thought with a slight laugh. He soon
recovered and looked at what he had uncovered. I was a box, like the ones that
hold engagement rings in the muggle movies.
Before Harry could open the box Griphook came back, a moneybag in each hand.
harry froze. Griphook stared at him, somewhat irritated, but not angry.'Trust
Harry to find it early" he thought. "I hadn't planed on giving that to you yet
." he said, "Trust you to find it early."
Harry looked confused. "Open it." harry did, a small ring with the potter
family crest on it, atop an emerald sat nestled in the pale cloth.
"What is it?" asked harry. "I mean obviously it's a ring, but why does it have
the potter family crest on it?." he asked.
"It's an engagement ring." Harry blushed. "It's a family heirloom of yours.
your father gave it to your mother. You should give it to your true love." (An
odd phrase to come out of a goblin's mouth don't you think?)
"Love?!? But I'm still in school!" he cried panicking.
"so was your father when he met Lilly. Besides I did not intend to give it to
you yet, thus the hidden compartment." Griphook replied, gesturing to the bust.
"Now," he said, holding out the money bags, "Here's your money, Madame Malkin's
opens in about 15 minutes, just enough time to get there."
Harry scrambled to put the ring in his pocket before tying both bags to his
belt.
You may also want to glamor your appearance. I'm afraid the changes might shock
some witches, Wizards too most likely."
"Changes?" Griphook pulled out a small hand mirror out of his desk (Lol,
Griphook's vain) and handed it to Harry.
Harry took in his appearance. Where his hair had once been short and looked
like he never combed it, it was now to his shoulders and attractively messy.
His eyes had gotten deeper and they looked... different. the pupils had become
more narrow. Sort of like a cat's eyes, but more human. he had gotten a bit
taller and become more... well as much as he hated to admit it, more feminine.
he could almost have passed for a girl. He scowled at his reflection.
"You may wish to check your teeth as well, particularly your canines." said
Griphook helpfully.
Harry opened hi mouth warily and gasped in shock. He had fangs! "Wha-what am
I?" he asked still in shock.
"I'm not sure." Griphook replied. "I have suspensions, but your changed
appearance is not enough to tell. I take it you don't quite understand about
magical inheritances?"
"What do you mean?"
"Some pureblood wizards_"
"I'm not pureblood," interrupted Harry, "I'm a halfblood, Lilly was a
muggleborn."
"Evidently not," answered Griphook, gesturing to Harry, "Now, as I was saying,
sometimes pureblood wizards take it upon themselves to marry humanoid magical
creatures to produce children of stronger magic. Often the more obvious
features skip generations or don't show up at all. Usually the parents of a
pureblood will explain this, but as you were, unfortunately orphaned at a young
age and Lilly was believed to be a muggleborn, I guess you were never told.Be
prepared for other purebloods to look different this year. Only purebloods have
strong enough magic to support creature blood. It's rumored Salazar had some
Naga blood in him." added Griphook.
"Naga?" questioned Harry.
"A Naga," said Griphook, "is a creature born with three forms, that of a human,
that of a snake, and one that's somewhere in between." he mused. "A naga's
third form has the upper body of a human, and the lower body of a snake.They
can be very venomous, and are capable of frightening small children with a
single look." he joked.
Harry muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, 'First batman, now
superman, who's next, spiderman?"
"With great power comes great responsibility."
Harry glared at his goblin friend.
"Now if you don't mind, I have a meeting in fifteen minutes and if I remember
correctly, you have clothes to buy.
(He didn't mean it as rude as it sounds)
Harry nodded reluctantly, still curious about nagas. He put a light glamor on
himself and left looking like a perfectly normal sixteen year old, rather than
the savior of the wizarding world, or even like the strange part creature being
he had become.
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Yay! So that chapter's done. I am going to stop posting as often, I am going to
run out of already written story if I keep this speed. I hope your lives are
happy, whoever and wherever you are.
Tenari rose^_^
***** Chapter 4 *****

Author's notes: ...
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Okay, so I know i just said I wouldn't update this so often, but the next
chapter is really short. I'm going to show a little of peoples responses to
Harry running away, don't expect much.
XXXHPDMXXX Chapter Four XXXHPDMXXX
AT the Home of the Dursleys:
Vernon was furious.
The freak, the scum, the little piece of shit, Harry, had left. He had taken
his things and in his place left a message burned into the hood of Vernon"s
car.
Dearest Family,
T seem to have forgotten to inform you, but today was my 16th birthday. I am
free. I've left and I will NEVER return.I wonder what the neighbors will think
of this next bit. You're done abusing me. I know that that was always wrong. I
grew tired of the starving and the pain you forced me to endure. Now I'm
telling anyone who cares to read this, my bedroom for the first eleven or so
years of my life was the cupboard beneath the stairs. Try to talk you way out
of that one. I could say more, but it's not really anyone's business. However,
be warned Vernon, try to find me and I will inform the police.
signed,
Harry
Vernon decided when he saw Harry again that he would pay(Harry not Vernon). In
the meantime, he had to inform Dumbledore, if Harry was missing Dumbledore
would find him and bring him back to Vernon. He hated Harry but with all the
money he made off the freak he could retire whenever he wished. All he had to
do was keep the piece of filth in line. 'Broken heroes are more compliant I
suppose.' he chuckled darkly. He covered his car in a tarp and went indie to
phone Dumbledore.
XXXHPDMXXX
Hogwarts, headmaster's Office, One hour later:
"That idiot. That bloody imbecile.' he had let Harry escape. How was Dumbledore
supposed to keep Harry in line if he couldn't "save him" from the Dursleys. He
had thought ordering the Dursleys to put locks on his door and bars in his
window would be enough to keep him in, evidently it wasn't so. He would have to
make Harry go back. If Harry wasn't under his thumb, then he couldn't win the
war, and he would win, yes, he would win, and Tom would die. After all, it
wouldn't be wise to leave someone so powerful alive. Even Harry would die after
he'd done his job. Dumbledore couldn't wait to truly be the most powerful
wizard alive.
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Okay that's it for this chapter. I'm sorry I had to be so mean to Harry, but I
had to show how Dumbledore and Vernon think. I'm also sorry it's so short.
Anyways, I hope your lives are happy whoever and wherever you are.
Tenari Rose^_^
Afternote: I've gone back and fixed the spelling errors. Thank you for the name
of the website.
***** Chapter 5 *****

Author's notes: ...
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Hi. I decided to put up the next chapter. However, its the last one I have
already written so I don't know when the one after this will go up. And yes
Harry is extremely rich :D. I figured if I was going to give him such an
unhappy past I could at least make him exceedingly rich.Thanks for the correct
spelling of Arthur's name, if I accidentally misspell something and you tell
about it I have no problems going back to fix it. I have fixed any errors I
previously saw. Anyways thanks for reviewing, here's the chapter.
XXXHPDMXXX Chapter Five XXXHPDMXXX
Harry slowly pushed open the door of Madame Malkin's as he peered inside. He
flinched slightly at the sound of the bell above the door. "Come in! What can I
do for you today sir?" said Madame Malkin brightly.
Harry glued a polite smile on his face and spoke. "I was wondering if I could,
perhaps, purchase some robes? My old ones seem to have shrunk." He joked
peering down at the shoes visible beneath the hem of his cloak.
"Of course dear. Come here please."
Harry followed behind the boisterous woman as she led him to the back room of
her shop and he tried not to jump at every little sound he heard. Noisy people
put him ill at easy.
Madame Malkin scampered about, getting fabric and pins. "What sort of robes are
in you budget, dear?" she asked Harry glancing at him for a moment.
"Likely as not, any kind you have." he said with a small smirk.
Malkin grinned, she was always happy to serve a rich customer. "Well then, of
course you'll want the latest fashions." She said draping different shades of
cloth over him to study the effects. "What color robes do you want?" she asked
him.
Harry thought for a moment, then with a hidden smile said, "Red, Gold, Blue,
bronze, Silver, Green, and black and yellow." He wanted to show his family
loyalty after all. "More in black than anything else, of course and," he added
as an afterthought, "Darker shades if you could. I look ridiculous in light
blue."
That's all for now something has come up, but this chapter is longer, I'll
finish it later today.
Okay, I'm back and ready to add more, here goes....
Madame Malkin laughed happily and set about getting the necessary materials.
"And could you bring them down to Gringotts for me?" He said after a moment.
"Ask for Griphook, he's in charge of my account."
"Yes, of course." said Madame Malkin, she was more than happy to oblige.
Harry bowed politely in her direction and took his leave.
'Muggle London next.' thought Harry walking down the street.
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***** Chapter 6 *****

Author's notes: ...
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Yay for the reviews, I waited a while to update, well it was a while to me,
about the Hermione thing, I didn't think I'd have to explain, but if I do what
ever, Hermione is betraying Harry, she has been being payed, since year one to
be Harry's friend, her parents are being payed since their daughter's being a
good little spy. About the Voldemort thing, I haven't decided about that yet, I
haven't even decided if Voldemort is evil or not yet, I've made Harry dark, not
evil, so if Moldy Shorts is evil then Harry's not gonna join up with him. Oh,
and if anyone one has any suggestions for a familiar for Harry they'd be very
much appreciated, I want him to have at least two, one magical creature and one
nonmagical one (other than Hedwig). The nonmagical would be best as some form
of cat or serpent I think. Anyways, on to the chapter.
XXXHPDMXXX Chapter Six XXXHPDMXXX
Harry was overjoyed that no one recognized him as he made his way through the
Leaky Cauldron, he'd hated the place ever since his first visit when every one
had crowed around him, anxious to me the famous "Boy-Who-Lived".
He made a polite nod to Tom, the bartender. Tom could recognize Harry even in
the disguise, it was Harry's favorite after all. He had been good friends with
Tom since he was thirteen, Tom had even helped comfort Harry after Sirius was
lost in the veil. He still was not completely over it, but at least he no
longer wanted to slit his wrists at the sound of Sirius's name.
He continued on his way, dropping his glamor as he walked out the door to
muggle London. He walked around a bit and soon found what he had been searching
for, a goth clothing store (Hot Topic! Just kidding).
He walked in hesitantly and crept slowly up to the counter, endeavoring not to
make much noise, Harry hated noise. Harry soon realized he had no idea how to
shop. Harry carefully approached the clerk, hoping for a bit of advice.
"Excuse me?" The clerks head jerked up in surprise, Harry had been so quiet
that the clerk hadn't even realized he'd come in. However now that he did
realize Harry was there, he couldn't help but be appreciative. Dark, handsome,
a little on the short side, he was perfect. the clerk thought he must have died
and gone to hell, because no angle could possibly be that sexy.
"Hi, how can I help you." he put on his most charming smile and hoped to god
Harry was gay.
"As you may be able to tell," started Harry, "I'm in desperate need of a new
wardrobe." The clerk readily agreed.
By the time he was done shopping Harry had many new outfits, tons of
accessories, and a new friend whose name was Damien. (By the way, Harry is a
bit slow about somethings, so he doesn't know Damien likes him, but he is gay,
well as gay as someone scared to death of touch can be.)
"So," said Damien as he ended his shift and left the store, "You have clothes,
in very good taste if I might add, and you look all dolled up and ready for a
night on the town, so where do you want to go?"
"Well," said Harry carefully, "I was thinking about, perhaps, getting some
piercings."
"Really? Awesome! I know the perfect place! Come on." he said practically
charging past Harry, who smiled and followed the hyperactive teen, jogging to
keep up.
After many twists and turns, down strangely named streets and past abandoned
apartment buildings, Harry struggling to carry his new clothes the whole way,
when Harry was thoroughly convinced that Damien had gotten the both lost, they
finally stopped.
A small store stood in front of them, darkly painted, with a sign that
proclaimed, Snakes' Den. Harry brooded aver the name for a moment, before
following Damien inside.
The first thing Harry noticed when he entered the store was Damien, snogging
with a guy Harry had never met. Harry's face grew very red. When the kissing
couple broke apart for air Damien introduced Harry and the boy, whose name it
seemed, was Antony.
For the THIRD time that day, Harry was asked if he needed assistance. "I was
hoping to get some piercings, and perhaps," he glanced around at the drawings
that seemed to cover every inch of the wall, "a tattoo as well."
Antony grinned. Piercings were his job, tattoos were his passion. "Well," he
said, pulling a box of piercings from beneath the counter," "Which ones do you
want, and where."
Harry walked up and peered inside the box, he picked some black studs and a
small silver hoop for his ears. he wanted a stud in each and the hoop in the
top of his right ear. He also selected a silver stud for his left eyebrow. He
decided against getting a nipple ring, yet. He picked out, for his tattoos, a
black dragon and a white one intertwined in the yin yang symbol for his lower
back. he also got a black bracelet like design for his right wrist( for anyone
who's read DNAngel, its a bit like the bracelet Diasuke's dad gave him for his
date in the 9th book). It had curving black extensions coming off of it, they
wrapped partly around his hand and wrist. The ebony tendrils looked almost as
though they could move, and grow, like a living vine, wrapped around his wrist.
he wondered absently if they could be enchanted to do so and resolved to find
out at a later date.
'Gorgeous' thought Damien as he watched Harry pull his shirt back on. 'Hmmm,
wonder if I can convince him to come to the club tonight.' "Hey Harry," he
said, deciding to ask, "me and some of my friends are meeting at Dark Mood, a
club that just opened up, and I"m wondering if you wanna come? It'd be the
perfect place to show off your new clothes."
Harry thought for a moment, before deciding to agree, after all he was a free
man now and could do as he wished, without risking his uncle's wrath. "Sure,
what time are we going?"
"Tenish," said Damien, wishing he could grin as he wanted. "We could meet here
if you want".
"One problem with that," said Harry, a half smile on his face, "I couldn't find
my way back here if my life depended on it."
"Then I don't suppose that will work." said Damien with a laugh. "Do you now
somewhere else we can meet?"
"No, I don't usually come to m- London." Harry hoped they hadn't noticed his
slip. He didn't want Damien and Antony to know he was a freak. No, he would
hide from them his freakishness, he hoped it didn't contaminate them. His eyes
clouded over slightly, and when Antony touched his arm, he flinched. At the
looks of confusion and worry on their faces he forced a smile and played it off
as nerves from being in a new, unfamiliar city. they didn't push for answers,
but they also kept a closer watch on him, having seen such behavior before.
"Where are you staying, we can come and pick you up."
Harry thought quickly and named a muggle hotel near the Leaky Cauldron, "The
Queens Crown.", he could always floo to the Cauldron and walk from there.
They all agreed and split up, harry needed to get to his new house, the
packages weighed a lot, but after he got far enough away he shrunk them and
Apparated to the Leaky Cauldron, from there he flooed to the Marauder's Den.
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So that's it for this chapter, it's a bit longer than the last one at least.
Than you for all your suggestions and review. I hope your life is happy and
fulfilling whoever and wherever you are.
Tenari Rose ^_^
P.S. I have a poem in the poetry (No duh) section, it's called paper dragon, it
has nothing to do with this story and I don't expect you to ready read it, but
I will add the next chapter faster if it gets reviews *Is not above bribery*.
***** Chapter 7 *****

Author's notes: ...
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Okay, so I know I said I'd just ignore the rude people but EVE has particularly
irritated me. First of all, THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC, I said as much in my
summary, I don't know how to get a beta, I barley know what one is, so all the
suggestions in the world wont make me get one, maybe if you explained HOW I
could get a Beta it'd be a helpful suggestion, but you don't, so kindly keep
your mouth shut. Secondly, it's MY story, I may not own all the characters but
I own the plot and I'll write it whatever way I want to. If you don't like how
I write it then there is a simple solution, DON'T READ IT. see simple. Lastly,
this is a fanfic, a fanfic in which harry is used to extreme pain. I imagine
that suffering near daily beatings from his uncle is a lot worse than a few
piercings and a tattoo or two. I'm going to continue writing whatever and
however I want to. I'm going to continue adding notes in whatever way I want
to. I'm going to continue working without a beta until I find out how to get
one. That's it, end of story, no discussions.
Anyways, to the people who have not put me in a bad mood, thank you for reading
my story, I hope you like it, on with the next chapter. ^^
XXXHPDMXXX Chapter Seven XXXHPDMXXX
Harry stepped once more out of the fireplace. he had been practicing flooing
steadily for the past hour, passing between the different fireplaces of his new
home. He was no expert at it, and he still hated traveling by floo, but at the
end of the hour he no longer fell every time he stepped out of the fireplace.
He had only taken the time for a quick tour of his house, and to meet his
house-elves, before he began practicing. Although he had to many house-elves
now to remember all of their names, he had at least learned the name of his
head house-elf. Her name was Krissy. She was the oldest house-elf Harry had
ever seen, with a braid that trailed past her feet and partway down the
hallway. Although she did wear a pillowcase, it was neat and in good shape, in
fact it almost looked more like a plain dress than a pillowcase. Krissy was
very intelligent and did not fear Harry in the least. Instead she treated him
like a disobedient puppy for not arriving sooner than he did. It seemed than
Griphook had informed his house-elves that he would be coming. Some elves had
chosen to stay and continue caring for the houses that they had lived in
before, but many of them had chosen to come and care for harry.
Harry glanced at the clock and decided it was time to get ready, he would have
to leave soon if he wanted to reach the hotel before Damien and his friends. He
dressed and flooed to the Leaky Cauldron, he wore only enough glamor to hide
his less human features, he had gotten contact lenses and doubted he would be
recognized without them.
He walked to the hotel he had claimed to be staying at, he arrived just before
a crowd of about five people walked up. They were laughing, surprisingly
cheerfully for people wearing so much black. That is not say that they were
wearing all black, mixed among the dark colors were greens, purples, and reds,
splashes of colored paint on an ebony easel. As they approached him Harry
smiled slightly, attempting to be friendly.
"Ahh, at last, there he is!" said an excited Damien. "He's the one one I was
telling you about earlier." A slight blush lit both Damien's and Harry's
cheeks, though for completely different reasons. Damien decided it was up to
him to introduce everyone. He turned to Harry, "You already now Antony, but
this is Trisha." He pointed to a girl with dark purple hair and matching
lipstick. "Lisette." was the other girl with black hair, a shade lighter than
Harry's, and a green corset. "And Gabriel." Gabriel was, predictably, the polar
opposite of Damien. Damien had brown hair and Gabriel's was blonde. Damien had
light blue eyes and Gabriel's were almost black. They both wore black with
touches of red. "Gabriel's my twin." added Damien. He spoke again at Harry's
incredulous look. "I know we don't look alike but we're actually identical
twins. Gabriel dyed his hair so we could be told apart. We were born with
different colored eyes. (Yes I know that would make them non-identical, but the
are a medical miracle so there.) 'And you'd think that that'd be enough to tell
us apart, but noooo, the world just has to be filled with idiots. Damien
sighed, then he turned to his friends, "This is Harry."
"Harry?", said Lisette, studying his black hair and deep green eyes, "Are you
Harry Potter?"
Harry nodded, surprised and a little upset that he had been recognized, and in
muggle London too.
"I'm a witch," said Lisette by way of explanation, "though these lot are
muggles."
That made Harry feel a bit better.
"Harry Potter, Harry Potter, now where have I heard that name before?" asked
Antony, his brow furrowed. "Oh yeah, you told us about him." he said looking at
Lisette. "He defeated that Moldevort guy, right?"
"It's Voldemort," said Harry quietly, happy that only Lisette showed any true
recognition of the name. "and I didn't defeat him, my mum did, I was only a
baby at the time."
Hearing Harry's slightly depressed tone Damien decided to act. "Come on," he
said grabbing Harry's arm and pulling him along. "Dark Moon awaits!" he grinned
happily as his friends followed half a pace behind him.
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Hope you liked it, I'm sorry for being so........ bitchy earlier. Some people
just really irritate me. anyways, thank for reading and I hope your life is
good, whoever and wherever you are.
Tenari Rose ^_^
***** Chapter 8 *****

Author's notes: ...
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Hi. I'm sorry for my juvenile attitude regarding the advice of EVE. Due to
advice form more than one source, even though I like y notes I won't use them
anymore. I will try to find a beta but it make take some time so be patient.
harry will be friends with Lisette and the others. Yay. Anyways, thank you for
reading my story, here's the next chapter.
 
XXXHPDMXXX Chapter Eight XXXHPDMXXX
Harry smiled as he stepped into his bedroom at the Marauder's Den. He'd never
had so much fun. Even quidditch could not compare, okay maybe quidditch, but
nothing else. the music, the dark, the noise that drowned out his every thought
and memory. He could have done without the dancing, but he had to keep up
appearances, even now he didn't want others to find out about his past.
After the first recognition of his name, the others no longer cared. With so
many muggles around, he was no longer the-boy-who-lived, but rather harry,
himself and no other. He was not a savior or a golden boy, he could, at times,
even show his slytherin side and not worry what the papers or his friends would
say about him behind his back.
"Krissy?" he called for his head house-elf. "Do you know when my letter from
Hogwarts will arrive?"
"Krissy has already fetched it for Harry." she said appearing behind him, a
letter in her hand. "Krissy did not like Hogwarts's headmaster, he was not
wanting to give Krissy Harry's letter. he was wanting Krissy to tell him where
harry had gone."
"Thank you." said Harry, surprised, he did not know you could get Hogwarts
letters before they sent them out. "I will go tomorrow to Diagon Alley, is
there anything you need to keep the manor in order?"
"Krissy has all she needs, but Harry may be wishing to get a familiar. Krissy
has heard of Harry's Hedwig, but Krissy knows Harry is strong and will need at
least one more familiar."
Harry blinked in surprise, but showed no other betrayal of his emotions. he had
not thought of getting another familiar. Harry nodded his head, dismissing
Krissy, and readied himself for bed. He thought to himself as he drifted off,
'I wonder if Ron and Hermione will be at Diagon Alley tomorrow. If they are
they'll regret taking money from Dumbledore.' harry was troubled by a stray
thought, 'Ron was not on that list, maybe... maybe he wasn't taking money from
Dumbledore... But he must have known about his family, him not telling me puts
him in the wrong. But Ginny's name was on the list, and even Percy's, why were
they there and not Ron.'
Harry fell into a fitful sleep.
he dreamed that he was Alice, dress and all, and that he had been pushed, by an
unseen hand, into wonderland. They rabbit he followed had blond hair and gray
eyes. Damien and Gabriel were Tweedledee and Tweedledum. Fred and George were,
respectively, the mad hatter and his companion. Neville was the mouse. the
Cheshire cat was ginger hair and a quick temper, he was called, "Ronnikins".
Mrs.Weasley was the Queen of Hearts who order his death, Mr.Weasley the
flustered king. Dumbledore was the executioner, Hermione the one one who
betrayed him. The other cards were an assortment of his friends and allies.
All in all it was a ridiculous dream. Molly was by no means royalty, and Nevile
has already proven himself brave on more than one occasion. Besides, he didn't
even get more than a glimpse of the rabbits face.
Harry woke, surprisingly well rested from his odd dream. He dressed and cast
his glamor once more, cover only his, inhuman, features, if he did see his ex-
friends, he wanted them to know exactly who he was. He walked to the fire
place, but was interrupted when Krissy came in, demanding he eat breakfast.
Breakfast was not a meal harry was used to eating, he had been making it since
he was four, but the Dursleys had never let him eat it. Even at Hogwarts he had
rarely woken up in time for breakfast, visions and nightmares weak havoc on
your sleep schedule.
The table was as large as one of those a Hogwarts, it was also incredibly
empty. It was enough to make Harry feel quite lonely. he had just lost his two
best friends, how many more would he lose before the year was over? He sat down
at the place already set for him at the table.
As suddenly as at a Hogwarts feast, his food appeared before him. Harry
couldn't eat that much food in a week, much less a single meal! harry took a
small portion, some toast and porridge, the simplest foods there. Harry knew he
could not eat anything richer after his time at the Dursleys. He had finished
his porridge and was working on his toast when Krissy appeared with a loud
CRACK. 'What's the matter with her?' thought Harry, Krissy's appearances were
usually much quieter than that.
"Krissy has brought urgent news for Mister Harry."
'Mister harry? She's calling me mister? It must be important.
Krissy held out a letter, and when Harry took it, disappeared, noiselessly. 'I
knew that much noise had to be on purpose.' thought Harry as he opened the
letter.
Dear Mister Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that the once fugitive Sirius black has emerged
from the veil, and has, therefore, been declared innocent of all crimes. as you
will know, the veil is a sort of trial system, in which a criminal enters, is
judged, and is given their punishment. the veil has not been in use for more
than one hundred years due to the fact that the people wanted public trials.
However, the veil continues to be a legal and functioning artifact of the
wizarding community. We don't as of yet know why Mr.Black was held so long in
the veil. Mr.Black's estates and money have been returned to him and tomorrow's
paper will have word of his innocence.
Sincerest Regards,
Mrs.Bones
Harry could not believe it, not only was Sirius alive, but he was a free man as
well. Harry summoned Krissy ans she appeared, silently, but out of breath. At
Harry's questioning look she explained. "Krissy was telling Kreacher and some
other house-elves about Mr.Black. Mr.Black is Harry's godfather and must have a
clean and relaxing place to come home to. Krissy knows the veil is worse than
Azkaban. Azkaban shows only what you have already seen, the veil can show you
what you have not. Mr.Black will be very weak when he returns."
Harry nodded and spoke, "Bring him here, I'd like to have Sirius with me, I'm
not sure he'd be safe near Dumbledore."
Krissy nodded and disappeared, presumably to fetch Sirius.
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So how did you like it? I disliked not adding notes, there were several places
I would have liked to. If anyone wishes to give suggestions for Harry's
familiars you should act now, the chapter where he gets them is approaching
fast. I'm thinking about putting Vernon in the veil as his punishment, think
about it, a place where he can not die and will suffer for all eternity. Is
that a ban enough punishment for his transgressions? Anyways, I hope you're
happy and well, whoever and wherever you are.
Tenari Rose ^_^
***** Chapter 9 *****

Author's notes: ...
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Yay! I have a beta now! Three cheers for Slythindor. Hip hip hooray! Okay, so
about the chapter, I'm really sorry it's so short. *hangs head in shame* It's
probably going to take longer than usual to get the next chapter up too.
However I do plan for it to be longer than previous chapters, so that's a plus,
it's also the reason, well that and I caught a cold, that it's going to be so
long until I update again. So you'll have to forgive me. Enough boring chatter,
on to the chapter,
XXXHPDMXXX Chapter Nine XXXHPDMXXX
“Once again, we are very sorry Mr. Black, if there's anything, ANYTHING, we can
do to show our sincere regret, you can ask at anytime.” Fudge himself was
apologizing and trying to make amends, as Sirius just stood there silently.
Heck, he would have got down on all fours and licked Sirius's shoes if he
thought it would hep him keep his job. Twelve years he had kept Black in
Azkaban, for a crime he didn't even commit. Fudge knew that with the public
pounding on his door daily as it was, this blunder would be more than enough to
get him fired, if Black wasn't appeased that is. Fudge was just about to start
in on another round of apologies when he was interrupted by a loud Crack. A
strange and very old house-elf appeared just beside Mr. Black.
“I is Krissy.” said the house-elf, stumbling slightly over the words as though
unused to speaking in such a manner, or at all really. “Master is wishing Mr.
Black to come stay with him and is saying Krissy is best for the job. Krissy is
being very proud of her job and is hoping Mr. Black will want to stay with
Master. Master Potter is hoping so too.” and she did indeed look hopeful as she
stared with her ears at attention and her eyes bright with excitement.
At the mention of his godson, Sirius's eyes lost their haunted look and he
smiled. “Yes”. He said in a gravelly and overused voice. At this Krissy stepped
forward and grabbed Sirius's hand.
Fudge suddenly remembered what Dumbledore had told him. “Memory charms will
have to be placed on Mr. Black before he is released, this is of the utmost
importance. There are things he can not remember, not if you want to win this
war. Also, if you get any word of Potter, tell me immediately. We must find
him.”
Fudge reached out, but it was to late. His fingers closed only an inch from
Krissy's uniform. Fudge was to angry and upset to even notice the lack of noise
when Krissy disappeared. Black had escaped.
The flash of green light from Fudge's fireplace was his only warning that
Dumbledore had arrived. Dumbledore stepped from the fireplace, robes sweeping,
arms raising, he looked kind, and fatherly, holding his arms out to where
Sirius had been only moments before. “Fudge,” he said turning, his once kind
eyes taking on a slightly sinister look. “Where is Black? Has he perhaps gone
to the restroom? Is that why he is not here?” Dumbledore asked, Fudge knew that
he was in very deep shit.
“N-no...” Fudge stuttered, the headmaster was not someone Fudge could displease
and get away with it. Fudge didn't know much more about Voldemort then what
Dumbledore had told him but he knew that the most feared dark Wizard was no
where near as evil as the most famous light wizard. Which is not to say that
Voldemort was not evil. I would kill a thousand mother in front of there
children, then end the children's' lives as well, and all without a trace of
regret. However, Dumbledore had done much more evil in the centuries he'd been
alive than Voldemort could do in a thousand lifetimes, immortal or not.
A few years, before Fudge had found out something that no one else knew,
Dumbledore had done most of the more terrible crimes for which Voldemort had
been blamed. A few well placed memory charms were all that were required to
shift the blame to a more Slytherin enemy. People believed what they wanted to.
People where more likely to believe someone who pointed their finger at a
Slytherin than at a Hogwarts graduate and Ravenclaw descendant. Yes, Dumbledore
was descended from the famous Lady Ravenclaw, genius and strategist, one of the
four founders of Hogwarts. Dumblefuck was truly a force to be reckoned with.
Dumbledore's eyes glowed with fury, his face quickly losing all semblance of
what had once been a smile. “are you telling me that you let Black escape? One
man, feebled by his visit to the veil, without happiness or hope? You lost that
imbecilic man!”
Fudge was very scared, he could almost see flames leaping off Dumbledore. Gone
was the usual disguise of a kind, if meddling old man, now he looked like a
demon, dragged up from the deepest pits of hell. He might even have frightened
Lucifer himself with the anger he was directing at Fudge.
Fudge was little more than a puddle of goo, left on the floor like discarded
owl droppings, left to putrefy. At this point Albus turned away, he would need
Fudge in the future, at least until he found a replacement, or killed
Voldemort, whichever came first. “How did he escape?” Asked Dumbledore, no
longer yelling, but with barely restrained rage in every word.
“A-a house-elf, sir.” stuttered Fudge. “Her name was....was Krissy I believe,
a-and she said her M-master was Potter.”
“Potter.” Dumbledore spat out the name in a fashion reminiscent of Snape, full
of venom and disgust. “Not only has he escaped his uncle, but he has stolen his
godfather. I must bring him back and I must get him back in line. He will have
to be obliviated, I may even have to actually kill Sirius..... It's a shame
such a loyal Gryffindor will have to be killed because his godson is Slytherin
scum.” A small but decidedly evil smirk crept it's way onto Dumbledore's face.
Fudge, if it's possible, grew more frightened, that smile meant trouble, it
meant Dumbledore had a plan.
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So that was it, at least for now, I will try to get the next chapter on in
under a week, but if I don't it doesn't mean I've abandoned the story. Also,
any suggestions for familiars would be much appreciated. Hope your lives are
happy and fulfilling, whoever and wherever you are.
Tenari Rose ^_^
***** Chapter 10 *****

Author's notes: They're getting longer.
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Hi! So here's the next chapter, I'm sorry it took so long, it is longer though.
If people want me to e-mail them when I update they need only give me their e-
mail address.
XXX Chapter Ten XXX
Krissy apparated into the Marauder's Den and, in fact, only three feet from
Harry who had been pacing for all the time she'd been gone. Having suspected he
would do such, Krissy had been sure to be as loud as possible, in order to
alert Harry to her presence. Sirius, still weak from his trip to the veil,
stumbled a bit, but not enough to need assistance.
At the sound of Krissy returning Harry had spun so fast that, in his partially
unglamoured state, his hair caught the draft he made and seemed almost to float
back down when he stilled. Harry looked at his beloved godfather, who looked
once more as he had during Harry's third year at Hogwarts.
He was gaunt, his cheeks caved in with starvation, his hollowed eyes had life
only because he knew his dear godson had sent for him. His hair hung, tangled
and matted down his back. It seemed to have grown a foot since Harry had last
seen him. His clothes were caked with dirt and blood and god only knows what
else.
Sirius spoke, snapping Harry out of his musings. “Excuse me, but I was told my
godson would be here, have you seen him.” Even as weak as he was, the joy he
felt was evident in his tone.
Harry gave a small grin and casually brushed his bangs away from his forehead.
Sirius's eyes looked with the lightning bolt, carved permanently, like to many
other scars, into Harry's flesh. “Harry?” asked Sirius, in a breathy voice. At
his godson's nod he launched himself at the smirking teen. Before Harry could
so much as step back, he was trapped I a desperate hug, his stiff posture
unnoticed by his joyous godfather.
“Harry! I'm so glad to see you, you can't imagine the veil. It showed
me...showed me horrible things.” Sirius pulled away, shuddering. “You were...
lying in a pool of blood, in terrible agony. There were scars, they... they
spelled words. They said whore and freak... and other...terrible names.” Harry
froze. How could Sirius know about that, he never showed his scars, not to
anyone.
“It showed me deaths, my brother being killed, by Dumbledore no less, James and
Lilly too... Such horrid lies it showed me. It showed me Snape, yes Snape, he
had so many bruises and cuts, there were belt marks across his face... And
Remus, it showed Remus in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. There bruises around
his neck, he had tried to hang himself.” Sirius could hold back his tears no
longer,his eyes had become dull and lifeless once more. He dropped to his
knees, sobbing.
Harry wished he could help his godfather, but he could only stare in horror.
Sirius knew about Remus too! Remus too had believed Sirius to be dead. After hi
disappearance into the veil. Unlike Harry however, Remus could not handle that.
After not seeing his lover for twelve years because of his stay in Azkaban,
he'd had only two years before he'd lost Sirius once more, permanently he had
believed.
Almost no one knew what happened to Remus, only Harry and Dumbledore and of
course Madame Pomfrey. The fact that Dumbledore hadn't let anyone know had, at
the time, made him seem like a good friend. But Harry now realized that without
the proper help and support from his friends Remus might try it again.
Harry didn't need a second longer to decide. “Krissy,” the house-elf had stayed
in the room, fearing Harry wold need her help with the overly emotional man. “
I want you to find Remus. Don't tell him I've got Sirius, I don't want anyone
else to know, but bring him if you can. Check first to make sure he doesn't
have any spells on him, we don't want any surprises.”
Krissy nodded and apparated. Harry turned back to Sirius whose eyes had lit up
at the mention of Remus. His sobbing had stopped and he looked at Harry,
standing, slowly, as he did. Harry knew that on some level Sirius knew that
most of, or all of the things he had seen were true and that he simply didn't
want to believe it. Harry hoped that Sirius would hold on to that for a very
long time, but he also knew that Sirius would eventually find out and so Harry
came to a decision. He closed his eyes bracing himself for what he knew he must
do. “After Remy gets here,... I need to talk.... to both of you.”
Sirius looked at Harry. His eyes showed that somewhere, deep down, he knew that
Harry was going to confirm what he had seen, he was simply trying to hang on to
his delusions as long as possible. “What about?” said Sirius in a falsely
cheerful tone, as though he was trying and not succeeding to act as he always
had. The veil had changed him and although he might one day return to some
semblance of normalcy, he knew he could no longer be the same absent minded,
somewhat thick, never serious man, who was little more than the prankster he
had been in school. Even before he had noticed little things, but he'd never
wanted to believe in such horrible truths.
Dumbledore had always been the kind, if somewhat annoying, leader of the light.
He had always been so understanding when Sirius had pulled a prank, or got
caught breaking rules. He would laugh in a friendly manner and say that it was
just how Sirius expressed himself, or “I'm sure he meant no harm by it.” or
Sirius's personal favorite, “Boys will be boys.” Sirius was rarely ever
punished, after all wasn't his penchant for pranking dark wizards what got him
into Gryffindor in the first place.
“Your time in the veil,” Harry looked away, unaware of Sirius's train of
thought. He looked away, not wanting to see the pity that he knew would soon be
in his Godfather's eyes. “Your visions, they were... well at least some of
them.... I mean I can't confirm them all but........they were true.”
Harry closed his eyes and waited for his godfather's response. “Which ones?”
asked Sirius hesitantly he wasn't sure he really wanted to know.
“The ones,” Harry paused and turned to his godfather. He did not want to see
the pity, but he had to let Sirius know his words were true. “The ones about me
and Remus.” Harry cast his eyes downward, still facing Sirius, but no longer
looking into his eyes. “Remus was upset when he heard you fell into the veil.
Dumbledore...he told us that that it meant you were dead. Remus couldn't handle
it. He tried to kill himself.”
There was silence for a moment, then Sirius spoke, “And the vision of you?”
Harry pulled off shirt and dropped his glamours. Sirius gasped, shocked both by
the scars and Harry's changed appearance. Sirius studied the words he'd seen
only glimpses of in the veil. “Who?” It was a question laced with anger and a
touch of sadness.
“My Uncle.” said Harry, a cold mask slipping over his features.
“I'll kill him.” growled Sirius, how dare that bastard, that-that Muggle, hurt
his godson. In his anger Sirius was reverting slightly to his canine form. His
his teeth grew longer and shaper, his ears more pointed. Even his eyes changed,
they looked... feral.
“Sirius!” commanded Harry. “Sirius calm down!”
Sirius looked at Harry, his entire form shaking is he tried to control his
rage. “He will not get away with this!” he growled. His body began to shrink,
his form growing ever closer to that of Padfoot.
“Sirius, snap out of it. Do you want Remus to see you in this state?”
Sirius stopped, his eyes losing most of their anger as he reverted to his fully
human form. “Remus?” he asked.
“Remember? I sent Krissy to fetch him, I know he will want to see you and I
believe you want to see him as well.”
“Yes.” said Sirius, thinking if Remus, his friend, his mate, his love. He
smiled, temporarily forgetting his anger. “Will he be here soon?”
“It only took a few moments for Krissy to fetch you, I doubt it will take much
longer for her to get Remus.”
Harry was correct, very correct in fact, only a few seconds after Harry spoke,
before Sirius could even reply to his statement, Krissy appeared. The crack of
her apparation was only loud enough to alert the two men of her presence.
“Mr. Harry sir, Krissy has brought Mr. Lupin. He is under Imperius.”
“Imperius? I am not under Imperius.” said Lupin, looking around for Harry. A
voice in his head was telling him that he must find Potter. He must find him
and b ring him back to Dumbledore.
“Finite Incantatem!” Lupin's face went blank and his eyes unfocused. After a
moment he began to blink.
“Harry?” he asked, recognizing him even with all the changes. “Where am I and,”
he looked at Sirius, “Is.... is that Sirius?” he asked, his voice breathy. He
didn't want to hope, not when he knew Sirius was dead.
“Yes it is.” said Sirius, a smile brightening his face.
Remus looked hesitant, but when Sirius held out his arms, Remus launched
himself at his lover.
“Oh my god, Sirius. You were gone. Dumbledore, he told us you had died. How are
you not dead? How are you here? Not that I'm complaining.” he said with a half-
smile. He clutched tighter at the emaciated man, conforming yo himself that
Sirius was really there, really alive.
“Dumbledore lied.” Sirius and Harry explained Sirius's visions from the veil.
Remus stopped them at some points, asking for further explanations and wanting
to study Harry's scars. He was very angry at the Dursleys and more angry at
Dumbledore than even Sirius was.
Remus stood in silence for a moment, cold fury written in every feature of his
face. “For fifteen years you have suffered at the hands of the Dursleys, for
fifteen years Dumbledore has done nothing to help. We will find proof of his
crimes and when we do he shall suffer the punishment worse than the dementor's
kiss, worse even than the veil, as bad as you say it is. He will drink totus
poena if I have brew it myself.”
Sirius gasped, but Harry had never heard of such a potion and asked, “Totus
poena?”
“A potion.” said Sirius, “A potion created of dark magic, it tortures the
drinker with every dark spell ever thought up. Maybe even a few that haven't
been. We don't know for sure.”
“Why not?” asked Harry.
Both men looked for a moment at Harry, their incredulous looks breaking the
serious mood. They all stood in silence for a moment, Harry growing more and
more confused and embarrassed. Remy and Sirius obviously thought it was very
obvious.
“Avada Kedavra is a dark spell.” said Remus finally.
Harry put on his slytherin face and acted as though it had all been an attempt
to get rid of their anger. Sirius seemed fooled, but Remus knew better and
simply smiled at the dark haired boy.
Krissy popped back in, having left silently while the men were taking. “Tea?”
she asked and at there nods left, only to enter a moment later with a tea
trolley. She transferred the tea and a multitude of snacks to a table not far
from where the men were standing. She crossed her arms and began tapping her
foot when they didn't immediately move. Seeing the reproving look on her face
they made their way to the table. They immediately sat down and began drinking
tea and eating the snacks, exclaiming all the while about how good it all was,
slightly louder than they might have otherwise, to placate the elf.
“After tea, Krissy will show Harry's friends their room.” Remus and Sirius
blushed slightly, realizing the elf knew they were lovers.
“Thank you, Krissy.” said Harry, turning back to the men. He studied them for a
moment and realized that he was currently unnecessary. Remus and Sirius were
lovers who had been apart for to long, lovers who had lost hope of ever seeing
each other again. And here he was, wasting their time with tea and
pleasantries. He excused himself, despite the half-hearted protests and
wandered into his private library. He looked around at the circular room, the
floor to ceiling bookshelves were packed with books. He summoned, wandlessly,
parchment and a quill and began the seemingly endless task of taking inventory.
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At Grimmauld Place:
“Ron!” shrieked a bushy haired blur, flying at Ron with speeds envying that of
a rouge bludger. “I missed you so much !” the blur hit Ron, knocking him back
half a step. He looked down.
“Hermione.” he said, eloquent as ever.
“It's tremendously fantastic that we all got to stay at Grimmauld place this
Summer.” His girlfriend was speaking quickly and although he was trying to
listen, he couldn't understand more than a few words. A few random words
floated through his head: Beach, tan Internet, 'what's an Internet?' , France
Victor, Hogwarts, 'Hey, wait a minute.'
“Victor? You've been visiting Krum?” he cried angrily.
“What's it matter, it's not like I like him or anything. We're just friends.”
And it was true, she was just friends, with Victor. “So are any of your
brothers here yet?”
“Yeah,” he said, “Fred and George got here yesterday and Charlie arrived this
morning. Bill won't get here until next week.”
“What about Harry?” she asked, the venom in her voice carefully hidden.
“Didn't you here? He went missing. Dumbledore's pissed.”
“Good.” she said absentmindedly.
“What?”
“It's good that he was able to get away from his relatives this year, you know
he hates it there.” she mentally cursed herself. She couldn't speak without
thinking in front of Ron.
“Yeah. It's awesome he finally got out from under Dumblefuck's thumb.”
“Language, Ron.” said Hermione, her eyes slightly narrowed. How dare he insult
Albus. “Have you begun your homework yet?”
Ron blanched. “We have homework?” he ran off in a panicked sprint. 'Idiot'
though Hermione. 'Interesting about Harry though. Maybe I should contact
Dumbledore.' She wandered back to her room and emptied out her trunk, putting
things away as she did. When the trunk was empty she knocked three times on the
bottom.
“Password?” asked a face, appearing in the wood.
“Rowena's kin.” said Hermione, leaning back slightly, so the bottom could lift,
to reveal a circular mirror. She lifted the mirror out, firmly shutting her
trunk as she double checked the silencing and locking spells on her room.
“Albus Dumbledore.” she said, looking into the mirror. The glass turned smokey
for a moment, before clearing to reveal Dumbledore's face.
“Ah, Hermione. I was wondering when you'd call.” Albus smiled, it wouldn't do
to be unkind to his little spy. “I take it you've found out about Potter.”
“Yes.” she said, her voice lacking emotion. “He's gone. Is it your doing, or
Voldemort's?”
“Neither.” scowled Dumbledore. “The little brat ran away. He took those idiots
Remus and Sirius with him.”
“I thought Lupin was under Imperius?”
“Was being the operative word. I received news that it was lifted, a little
more than an hour ago. Do you still have the package I gave you?”
“Of course headmaster.” Dumbledore smiled.
“You're to open it. Inside it is a ring. I've cast animus dico on it.”
“But isn't that dark magic?”
“Sacrifices must be made if we want to win this war, dear girl.”
“To whom is it attuned?” asked Hermione, her voice a bit shaky.
“Remus. I couldn't attach it to Harry, Snape would have recognized it in a
second, he avoids Lupin like the plague.”
Hermione nodded as Dumbledore disappeared and she put the mirror away. She
looked at the time. 'An hour until dinner.' she thought. 'The spell will have
to wait. Animus dico takes an hour to cast and a further hour to find the
person it's attuned to. It wouldn't do to miss dinner on my first night at
Grimmauld Place.'
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So that's it until my next update. I hope you liked it. I wish you a happy an
fulfilling life whoever and wherever you are.
Tenari Rose ^_^
***** Chapter 11 *****

Author's notes: This is the last chapter I've already finished.
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Hi everyone. Thank you for reading Naga Inheritance. this is the new chapter
and I hope you like it. Thank you to hieisdragoness18 for your suggestions
about Harry's familiar. Thank you Luci for your offer of assistance. I have a
beta though. Thank you Slytherdor . *waves to the awesome beta* And now on to
the chapter.
“words” = regular speech
'words' = thoughts
$words$ = parsletounge
XXX Chapter Eleven XXX
Hat sat up, waking slowly. He couldn't see, and so he felt around for his
glasses, before remembering he'd gotten his vision corrected magically. Okay,
he didn't need his glasses, so why couldn't he see? He reached up to his face
and solved the conundrum, there was a piece of paper stuck to his forehead. He
pulled it off his face and scanned it once. It was a list off the books in his
library. He must have fallen asleep while taking inventory.
“Krissy.” he called.
“Yes. Harry” asked Krissy, stepping forward from the corner of the library,
she'd been waiting for Harry to wake up, luckily Harry had not noticed her
chuckle over paper incident.
“Are Remus and Sirius awake yet?”
“No, Mister's Black and Lupin is still sleeping.”
“If the don't wake up before I leave, would you tell the I've gone to Diagon
Alley?”
“Krissy is not thinking Misters Black and Lupin will gets up anytime soon. They
is making lots of noise last night, they is forgetting silencing charms.”
Harry nearly laughed aloud, poor house-elves. He'd have to remind them to use
silencing charms next time, or maybe just a permanent one on their room. He
couldn't wait to see the look on Remus's face when Harry told him. It'd be sooo
amusing. Maybe he should bring a camera...
Harry got ready fairly quickly,. He'd decided to eat a bigger breakfast,
between Sirius being freed and taking inventory, he'd forgotten to eat. But it
had been worth it, he'd gotten his godfather back and some awesome books. Among
the few spell books and stray potion texts he'd found a multitude of books
teeming with pranks just waiting to be tried. No wonder the Marauders had been
such good prankster if they'd had a these books at their disposal. One or two
of the pranks he'd skimmed would be perfect for revenge on his ex-friends. It
would mean he'd have to pick up several more things in Diagon Alley and a few
in knockturn, but it'd be worth it to see the looks on their faces after he'd
pulled them. He'd have to make sure to keep track of the time though, he'd
promised to meet Damien and his friends in front of the Leaky Cauldron at
around five.
He stepped through the fireplace and into the Leaky Cauldron, smoothly thanks
to all his practice. Harry decided to head to the apothecary first and pulled
out a long list of all the ingredients. He needed some for school and a lot for
all the pranks he planed on pulling. Some of them required to use of potions.
He sat outside, away from the smell of potion ingredients and preserved
oddities, while he waited for the shopkeeper to find what he needed.
“Come on Ron.” Harry turned around at the sound of his ex-friend's voice.
“Dumbledore said a house-elf got a hold of Harry's school list, that means he
could be somewhere in Diagon Alley.” Hermione was dragging a half-protesting
Ron–– No, Granger was dragging a half-protesting Weasley, around Diagon Alley.
“But I thought we agreed it was a good thing he got away?” That made Harry
pause, but he believed Ron meant it was a good thing because he wouldn't have
to hang out with Harry anymore. The thought made him sad for a moment, but he
refused to acknowledge it. Those two were not his friends, they had betrayed
him.
“away from the Dursleys. Not Dumbledore, now help me look!”
Harry stalked forward, a smirk on his face, his robes billowing in a way that
would have made Severus proud. He stopped directly in front of Granger and
Weasley, effectively blocking their path.
They took in his appearance, long hair, green shirt, piercings, and of course
his smirk. They immediately assumed he was a Slytherin, conveniently ignoring
the fact that for all they knew he didn't even know if he went to Hogwarts or
not. “You're in our way.” sneered Hermione, in no mood to deal with evil
snakes. She hated Slytherins, it wasn't that she believed they were all evil,
she wasn't stupid after all. But she was prejudice, and she truly believed the
crap Dumbledore had been feeding her all these years.
“Move you snake.” Ron had grown up with his parents denouncing Slytherins all
his life. His mother had all told him how much she despised them, when they
were alone anyway, I wouldn't do to show her temper in front of company after
all. But the truth was, she was a pureblood as well, and as such she had zero
tolerance for muggles. She wouldn't go out and kill them herself, but if a
muggle was accused of a crime against a non-slytherin wizard, she demanded, at
least to her family, that they be punished to the full extent of the law. She
didn't really care if they were guilty or not, the opinion was extended toward
slytherins as well.
“You mean to say you don't recognize me? I'm hurt.” said Harry in a falsely
sweet voice, his smirk growing slightly.
“Why would we know a fucking slytherin?” asked Weasley, shocking even himself
with his cursing.
Harry was unfazed. “Although I cannot deny being a snake, I am a Gryffindor,
not Slytherin, sixth year in fact.”
“No you're not.” said Granger. “We know all the sixth year Gryffindors, that
was a very stupid lie.” Her voice was full of loathing.
“On the contrary, you didn't figure out who I am, even after I gave you such a
nice clue, event show you're the one lacking in intelligence.”
“That's not true! Hermione's the smartest person in our school.” said Ron
biasedly defending his very angry girlfriend.
“Obviously not if she hasn't recognized me yet.” taunted Harry.
Hermione was furious, how dare he! He would pay! She didn't care who he was
anymore, he could be Harry Fucking Potter and–– Wait a minute... “Harry?” she
asked warily.
“Ding ding, you win a prize.” said Harry sarcastically.
“Harry!” cried Ron, shocked and confused. Harry was his friend, why was he
being so rude?
Hermione mentally cussed 'Fuck! Did we just blow our chance to get him back to
Dumbledore?' She changed her attitude immediately. “Harry!” she said cheerily,
suddenly she was all smiles. “What are you doing in Diagon Alley?”
“Nice try but I heard you talking. Dumblefuck told you I'd be here.” harry
sneered.
“He's worried about you. You've been gone so long. He thought you'd been
kidnapped.
“By someone who was willing to let me attend Hogwarts? Krissy fetched my letter
already. Dumbledore knows I'm in no danger.”
“But what if you'd been kidnapped afterward? We've had no word from you.” cried
Hermione, grasping for straws.
“So he sent two untrained wizards, barley of age, to come look for me?”
“He sent other's too of course. He gave us this job because it was the safest.”
“So how come you look so weird mate?”
“You always were an idiot.” said Harry pretending he felt no guilt over his
words and conveniently forgetting his previous ignorance of wizarding
inheritance.
Ron was shocked, Harry had never called him an idiot before.
“Now if you'll excuse me, it seems my potion ingredients are ready.” Harry
turned for a moment to speak to the shopkeeper who had stepped outside to call
him in. “Well are you going to move, or shall we stand outside all day?”
the shopkeeper practically jumped, he spun around walking back into the store
to ring Harry up.
Hermione growled quietly as she stared at Harry's retreating back. She grabbed
the hand of a very confused and hurt Ron and she dragged him off,
Harry watched the window, still glaring and did not look away until his ex-
friends had vanished from his sight. Then his eyes began to water, and he began
blinking rapidly, so as not to cry. Hermione had always been so kind, and
Ron.... Ron had been the brother he had always wished for. Their betrayal hurt
him deeply. He regained his composure and turned to the shopkeeper. “Well? What
are you waiting for? Tell me my total.” Harry paid for his purchases and
stormed off, cloak billowing behind him.
From nearby Malfoy looked on appreciatively. He hadn't thought Potter was
attractive or anything and he most certainly had not been watching him, but he
had happened to notice the skirmish. Nor had he been listening, but he had
heard the conversation, and even he had to admit, most reluctantly mind you,
that Potter had grown a backbone since the end of the school year. He watched
the the quickly disappearing figure, trying to convince himself that Potter was
hideous.
“Draco.” called Lucius, quietly of course, Malfoy's do not lower themselves so
much as to raise their voices in public. Draco immediately stood up.
“Father.” he replied.
“I trust you have finished your shopping.”
“Yes father.”
To most the conversation seemed to suggest that the father and son were not
very close. This was, however, not the case. Both Lucius and Narissa dearly
wanted children, though as of yet the had born only Draco. Being their own son,
Draco was terribly spoiled. The were considered evil, and they had no qualms
about torturing and killing anyone the Dark Lord ordered them to, but their son
was more important than any Lord. He was their sun, their moon, and even the
very magic that gave them life. Their love for Draco was rivaled only by his
love for them. They were very close, even if the seemed distant to outsiders.
Draco stood in thought for a moment, and came to a decision. “Father, it seems
the Golden Boy, Harry Potter, has had a falling out with Dumbledore, his
friends as well if that very public scene is to be believed.” He pondered
Harry's–– no Potter's changer appearance, 'When did I start thinking of him as
Harry?' and decided to include that in his tale. “He also seems to have come
into an inheritance of some sort. His hair and body have grown quite a bit. He
could have glamored any other changes.”
“Interesting...hmmm, I think the Dark lord does not need to know this right
away.” Lucius could speak freely in the silence charmed spaces of Florean
Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.
“But Father, won't he find out anyways?”
“Perhaps not, not everyone recognizes the signs of an inheritance.”
“But I saw them clear as day Father.”
“Of course you did, as someone who has recently come into an inheritance, you
knew what sins to look for.”
Draco cringed. He had know about the ancient pureblood practice, but he hadn't
expected the Malfoy's to have done it too. 'Well,' he thought 'At least they
had good taste.' those in the Malfoy line sometimes inherited Angelus blood.
They got wings and claws. Draco's wings were a beautiful silver color. Everyone
in the Malfoy line inherited the gray eyes and blond hair of the Angelus. Not
to mention they were one of the few creature protected by the mating laws, even
if they were considered dark. This was, of course, thanks to the Malfoys. Money
could get you just about anything you wanted. Besides the Angelus were only
considered dark because a few to many people manipulated their talents for dark
purposes. Thus, the Malfoys were responsible for the prejudice against and the
protection of the Angelus.
Draco consider his mate. He knew that every Angelus had a mate, someone out
there born especially for them. They were also capable of male pregnancy, on of
the few magical creatures, including Nagas, Elves, Vampires, and occasionally
Werewolves, who could manage that. And it was a good thing too, Draco would
need an heir after all, and a few other children, Draco had inherited his
parents' love of children. Draco was gay and as such his mate would be male.
Mates are perfect for each other in every way, evnn if they don't always know
it.
The Malfoy men had lapsed into silence, a silence that was suddenly broken when
Lucius suddenly rose and spoke. “Draco, if you're done here, then it's time to
return to the Manor.” Draco nodded and followed obediently after his father.
Back with Harry
Harry walked faster, the exercise effectively calming him down. He stopped
suddenly when he smelled something interesting. Had his sense of smell always
been this strong?
Harry looked around. The smell was coming from a pet shop, a very seedy pet
shop. Harry took a closer look at his surroundings. He was in Knockturn Alley.
How had he ended up there? He decided from now on, being who he was, that it
would, perhaps, be a good idea to pay attention to his surroundings. Silently
reprimanding himself, he entered the pet shop that had caught his attention.
Harry lifted his face slightly and inhaled the scents. He smelled waste, sweat
and blood, he recognized these smells from his past. These were not suitable
living conditions for any animals, and especially not the rare ones displayed
around the store.
Perhaps there was a suitable familiar among these, just waiting to be saved.
Slytherin or no, Harry still had a Hero Complex. 'Maybe I should come back here
late with Sirius. We would have fun freeing all these animals.' Harry listened
to the hissed conversations as he approached the snakes cage.
$Do you think he'll pick one of usss?$ asked a snake, staring unblinkingly at
Harry.
$Doubt it, that human looksss to nicce to want a sssnake, and he sssmellss a
bit like a Griffindor.$ said another snake, flicking his tongue into the air.
$Don't judge be appearanccesss, the boy-who-lived isss a parssseltongue and you
never sssee a niccer sssmile than Dumbledore'sss asss you die beneath hisss
boot.$ said a wise looking snake studying Harry. It was not in any kind of tank
or cage.
$The boy-who-lived! No way!$ called a small green snake near the door. $He'sss
a Griffindor, Griffindorsss hate sssnakesss.$
$I wouldn't be ssso ssure.$ said Harry, finally speaking up. Every snake in the
room turned to look at him, falling silent. The air was thick with tension
until the wise looking snake from before spoke again.
$Ssso Misster Potter, you are Missster Potter aren't you?$
$Yesss$
$Have you come for a familiar?$ Even as she spoke the snake language, Harry
noticed she had an accent, how strange.
$Yesss again.$
The snake smiled, the human expression looking out of place on such a reptilian
face. $Then welcome, Ssspeeker to my humble pet sshop.$
$Your pet sshop?$ Suddenly the snake was no longer a snake. Before him stood an
old gypsy woman. Her many bracelets clanked and rattled as she bowed to him,
mockingly.
“You're an animagus! Are the all animagi?” asked Harry stupidly as he looked
around.
The old woman laughed. “No they are regular and magical sssnakesss.” Harry
noticed that the hiss did not leave her voice even when she spoke human words.
“Do you have sssomething in particular in mind?”
$Yesss$, “I mean yes.” said Harry. “I think I'd like a snake, there are defiant
benefits to having a familiar who can talk to you.”
“Let'sss sssee, asss the sssavior of the wizzarding worls, you'll need
sssomething that can protect you. May I sssuggessst sssomething venomousss?”
“Yes that would probably be a wise choice.”
“Hmm... hmm, a venomousss sssnake, venomousss sssnake, venomousss sssnake.” she
practically sung to herself as she wandered around, peering at her most deadly
charges.
As odd as she was, she reminded Harry of Oliver, the man who sold Harry his
wand. Ollivander sold the best wands, perhaps she sold the best familiars?
“How about thisss one, a cobra, very deadly, sshe isss female, her name isss
Karon.” she was a beautiful black snake but harry just shook his head. “Or Tom,
he'sss a Sssyntine sssnake with ssstar marksss.” she said gesturing. “He hasss
magic venom that burnsss through even sssoilid steel.” But again Harry shook
his head.
$Or me.$ said a snake from behind Harry. He, Harry that is, spun quickly
around. The black and silver snake had escaped his cage.
“Todd!” yelled the woman, “Go back to your cage. You don't want him, he'sss
very disssobedient.” she said to Harry.
“What is he?”
“A Noctisss sssnake. Hisss venom may be deadly, but he doesss not obey
massstersss.”
Harry stared into the ebony eyes of Todd the snake. $You'll need a new name.$
he said, reaching his hand, palm up, toward the snake. It curled around his
arm.
“Put him down! Hesss dangerousss.” She did not understand parseltongue in human
form.
“I've chosen him.” said Harry. He looked down at the snake.”His name shall be
Alexander.”
“Pleassse reconsssider. Perhapsss a different ssspeciesss entirly would be
bessst. Maybe a––“
As is on cue a pitiful mew came from the back room.
“I'd like to see the animal in your back room as well.” said Harry, not wanting
to leave an injured animal in this woman's care.
“You can't sssee it! It'sss not tamed!”
“If it's injured, and it sounds like it is, then it's not in any condition to
be 'tamed'.”
“It'sss not injured, it'sss intelligant, asss it'sss particular breed tendsss
to be. It knowsss you're here and wantsss your sssympathy.”
“What is it exactly?” asked Harry.
The woman was reluctant to answer. She knew Harry wasn't all sunshine and
sweets, but he was still the savior of the wizarding world. Besides, he'd be
more likely to to contact the authorities if she refused to tell him, so she
eventually answered. “A dragon.”
Harry's eyebrows shot up. 'Dragons are illegal. How could this woman, who owns
so filthy a pet shop, have gotten one?' “I want to see it.” said Harry, leaving
no room for argument.
The woman knew that tone., she heard it only when she spoke to pureblood
wizards and high ranking officials. It was an order, and if it was not
followed, precisely and to the word, the price for her disobedience might be
more than she could pay. “Yesss sssir,of courssse sssir.”
Harry followed her to the back room. The woman did not bother to turn on the
lights, but Harry saw the dragon as the light from the shop poured into the
darkened room. It was filthy, covered in blood, dirt, and it's own waste. Harry
felt a twinge of sadness as he remember the dragons from the Triwizard
Tournament. They had been beautiful, with shining scales. Harry couldn't help
but pity the obviously adolescent dragon with beautifully feathered wings. He
felt anger towards the woman for her mistreatment of the rare creature.
“It's name shall be Acerbus.” said Harry, not bothering to glance at the woman.
“Name your price.”
“A thoussssand galleonsss.” she said and the haggling began. When they were
done, Harry summoned Krissy to take him and his new pets back to Marauder's
Den. His school supplies could wait until another day.
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Did you like it? Please review. Sorry it took so long to update. I'll try to do
it faster next time. Thank you for reading this, I hope you're happy and well
whoever and wherever you are.
Tenari Rose^^
***** Chapter 12 *****

Author's notes: See first
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EXTRA DISCLAIMER: I do not own most of my spell, I couldn't think up a good one
so I borrowed the poem fate by Ralph Waldo Emmerson. It does not belong to me
and I make no profit off of it.
Okay, so I know I took a long time to update, but forgive me please. My life
was interfering with writing, but now it's safely chained up in the backyard
and out of the way. Also thank you for your support and help. I hope you like
my story.
XXXHPDMXXX Chapter Twelve XXXHPDMXXX
Ron's Discovery of Hermione's Betrayal
Ron was looking for Hermione. He had looked everywhere, but his girlfriend was
not to be found. He had asked people if they had had seen her, he had asked his
mom, Ginny, some older members of the order and even Fred and George, no had
seen her. Ron and Hermione had gotten into a fight a couple of hours ago.
Hermione it seemed, was very angry at Harry, whereas Ron was mostly confused
and hurt. Why was Harry angry at him? He had insisted to Hermione that must be
a misunderstanding. Surely Harry wouldn't be so cruel without a reason.
Hermione, however had been most adamant in her refusal to give Harry the
benefit of the doubt. Hermione had stormed out and now, after he had given
Hermione some time to cool down, Ron was looking for her.
'Maybe Bill's seen her' Ron mused, heading toward his older brother's room.
Bill had arrived at Grimmauld Place this afternoon, almost a week earlier that
he had said he would. Ron was somewhat cheered by the prospect of a talk with
Bill. Bill had always been Ron's very favorite brother. “Bill?” he called
softly, knocking on his brother's door. “Bill, are you awake?” his brother was
known for sleeping late when he could. Ron opened the door and light spilled
into Bill's room from the hallway. The unoiled hinge screeched its displeasure,
causing a form on the bed to still. It rose, its eyes still half closed with
sleep. Pale hands pushed somewhat bushy hair from its face. It was Hermione.
Sitting up as she was, it was obvious she wore nothing beneath the blanket.
A door opened in the side of the side of the room as Bill walked in, water
dripping from his hair, wearing only a towel. He froze.
Ron looked at his once girlfriend, who had still not noticed his presence and
at hit traitorous brother. Then he turned, without a word and walked silently
to his room, not even bothering to close the door.
He drafted a letter to Harry.
Dear Harry,
I hope you still think of me as a friend. It doesn't seem likely at least with
what you were saying this afternoon. If I've made you mad please tell me how? I
can't fix it, if I don't know what I did.
Still you're best mate! (or at least I hope so)
Ron
P.S. You probably want Hedwig back now, since you got away from the Dursleys
and all.
Ron tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and sent the owl on her way, hoping that he
could remain friends with at least part of the “Golden Trio”.
XXXHPDMXXX
Hermione stretched and wiped the sleep from her eyes. The sound of the door had
woken her up. Her eyes opened and the world came slowly into focus. “Bill?” She
looked at him. His mouth was open and his eyes wide with shock. “Bill? What's
wrong?” her forehead creased and she frowned.
“Ron.” he said, struggling to get even that out..
“That again.” she said irritably. “We already established that I'm staying with
Ron and you're sure as hell not dumping Fleur, I'm not gonna be the one to
upset a veela.”
“Not that.” he said. The shock finally leaving his features as his voice
returned to normal. “He was here,” At Hermione's confused expression he
continued. “At the door. He came in. He knows... about me and you.”
Hermione's gaze flew over to the door. “He's not there. He saw us. You on the
bed, me coming out of the shower...... He walked quietly out of the room.”
“Then how do you know he knows? Maybe he assumed it was something else. He
didn't get mad did he?”
“Hermione he knows.”
“HOW DO YOU KNOW?”
“Hermione, look down.” Bill used the voice he reserved only for the most
stubborn of people. It was a commanding tone that could rival even that of a
Malfoy.
Hermione looked down and realized what Ron had seen. The blanket had pooled
around her waist, baring her from there up. Hermione could no longer doubt that
Ron knew exactly what he had seen.
“Damn it.” she said. “He wasn't mad though?” she asked looking up at Bill. “He
didn't seem angry at having found me in this........... situation?” she asked,
waving her arms vaguely.
“It may mean that he's in shock...... It's more likely though that he just
doesn't care anymore.”
“Doesn't care?”
“About you, your relationship, maybe your friendship as well.”
“But... But.... I never meant for this to happen. I just wanted to have some
fun. I always expected to settles down and have a family with Ron. Even if he
is an idiot.” Hermione turned suddenly with accusing eyes toward Bill. “This is
your fault. You were supposed to lock the door.” In truth the blame had been
both of theirs, but Hermione could not accept that she could have been caught
doing wrong. Surely she was much to smart to have been caught by an idiot like
Ron.
“I can fix this.” she said suddenly. “I'm sure, I can fix this.” Hermione rose
from the bed and began to pace, she did not care that she had left the blanket
behind on the bed. She nothing as she traced a path on the threadbare carpet of
Bill's bedroom. “And shut that door!” she ordered.
Bill smiled slightly. Hermione's temper never failed to amuse him, even in such
grim circumstances as these. He hadn't even told his family about his
relationship with Fleur yet and it may already have ended. If Ron told people
about his relationship with Hermione, Fleur would dump him in a second. That
would be bad, he really liked Fleur, he might even love her. But he didn't want
to be tied down to a single woman, not yet anyway. There was a lot he wanted to
still do before he got chained down to a wife.
Hermione opened her eyes, a slightly evil look on her face. Her relationship
with Bill would have to come to an end, but if she could convince Ron that Bill
had forced he into a relationship somehow then everything could work out. She
would have to plan he story very carefully, she had to make Ron angry enough at
his brother not to ask Bill's side of the story. Hermione dressed quickly and
left to her room, ignoring Bill's protests, she had a lot to do.
XXXHPDMXXX
Harry strode out of the fireplace with even more care than usual, making sure
not to jostle his new pets. The snake slithered quickly to the ground, but the
dragon was to weak to do more than whimper piteously. Harry looked down at the
poor creature. He knew some healing spells, but he wasn't sure if they were
strong enough to affect a dragon. “Maybe I should owl Charlie or Hagrid.”
pondered Harry aloud.
“I suggest Charlie, Hagrid might get attached.” said Sirius as he stepped into
the room.
“But I'm not on the best of terms with the Weasleys right now.” said Harry not
missing a beat as he spun to face his godfather.
“And Charlie in particular? You know he doesn't hold with other peoples
grudges, even his family's.”
Harry looked away before admitting guiltily, “I don't know that my grudge is
with Charlie in specific, or Bill, or the twins.... or Ron, but it probably
is.” said Harry. Sounding more childish by the moment.
Sirius glared at Harry, who felt compelled to explain. A few minutes later
Sirius was torn between
shock and anger. “They were taking money from Dumblefuck!?!” Sirius's features
began turning feral once more, but he regained control of his temper. “You said
Molly and Arthur were getting money.”
“Them and Ginny.” said Harry, not bothering to mention Percy.
“And they weren't bothering to pay Ron directly?”
“Uhhh, well surely he knew about it. He was probably getting his share from his
parents.”
“So you think Ginny, a girl you barely know is getting paid straight from your
account and yet Ron, your best friend has to get payed by his parents?”
“Maybe it was in case I found out.”
“If they were worried about you finding out, Dumblefuck wouldn't have taken any
for himself.”
As Harry looked down guiltily he remembered the fledgling dragon. “Ah yes, so
Charlie then?”
“Yes.” said Sirius with a still somewhat reprimanding look. He glanced at the
door as it opened to allow Remus passage inside. He wore only a bathrobe, half
hanging off his shoulders and he had obviously just gotten out of bed. His hair
appeared tousled as he headed straight for the coffee. He noticed the dragon in
Harry's arms only after he had downed half a cup. The rest of the coffee went
to waste as the cup dropped from his and and spilled its contents on the floor.
“Harry?” he asked, somewhat in shock. “Why are you holding a dragon?”
“CRACK!” Krissy appeared to clean up the mug, but stopped at the sight of the
dragon, dripping blood all over the carpet. “Mister Harry! Gets that dragon out
of here right now. Its drippy blood all over Krissy's fresh cleaned carpet.”
The glare on Krissy's face inspired Harry to walk quickly from the room. Krissy
followed behind him, glaring all the way. Remy stayed behind to hear the story
from Sirius.
“Krissy, could you go and fetch Charlie Weasley for me?”
“Krissy will fetch the Weasley boy for Harry.” said Krissy, disappearing with a
loud, “CRACK!”
Harry had a long walk ahead of him if he wanted to get to a bedroom without a
carpet. 'Walk..... Walk..... Wait a minute,' thought Harry to himself, 'I'm a
wizard, I can apparate.' and he did so, wanting to hit himself over the head
for not thinking of it sooner. He did not hit himself for two reasons. One,
there was a dragon in his arms and two, it wouldn't be dignified.
Lost in his snobbish thoughts, Harry didn't notice when Charlie entered the
room.
“So are you going to put down the dragon so I can examine it, or shall I
examine it from your arms?”
“Huh?'' said Harry, practically dropping the dragon as he spun around to face
Charlie. “Oh, uh, here.” said Harry as he handed Charlie the sleeping
fledgling.
“So have you heard about Ron and Hermione yet?” said Charlie, conversationally.
“No.” Harry replied, a little edgy and somewhat suspicious.
“They broke up. I don't know the hold story, but it seems Ron caught Mione and
Bill sleeping together. Can you believe it? Bill just got back today and he's
already in bed with his brother's girlfriend.” said Charlie as he started
casting spells on the dragon.
“They weren't officially dating last I heard. How'd Molly take it?” asked
Harry, curious despite himself.
“She's torn,. Mione's Dumbledore's favorite, but Bill and Ron are her sons, she
doesn't know whose side to take. It's right funny to watch.”
“So where are they all staying?”
“Grimmauld Place, Dumbledore's got it all warded up so they'll be safe.”
“Didn't bother to come get me though.”
“So, you pissed at Dumbles or what?”
“I don't know if pissed is the right word, but I'm through with him. I won't
let him keep me under his thumb any longer.”
“Well, you'll be glad to know not all the Weasleys support the old fart. Fred
and George broke ties with him when they left the school and I haven't even
tolerated him sine last summer.”
“What happened?”
“It's not the time for long stories, I need to get back to work Your Dragon
will be fine, he just needs a bit of rest now. What's his name?”
“It's a boy? Acerberus then.”
“Cool name. See ya Harry.” said Charlie as he trotted off to find Krissy, he
couldn't apperate in the house because Harry hadn't keyed him into the wards.
“Well Acerberus,” said Harry, turning to the dragon, “You just..... keep lying
there and I'll go meet up with Damien and his buddies.” Harry looked down at
his shirt, it was drenched in Dragons blood, “Er, well perhaps a bath first
then.” Harry cast tempus. “Hmmm, four o'clock, I'd better hurry.”
“Krissy.”
“Yes Harry?” said the house-elf from behind him, grinning as he jumped from the
suddenness of her arrival.
“Could you get someone to watch over Acerberus and find some food for Alexander
as well.”
“Krissy will make the arrangements for Mister Harry.”
“Thank you Krissy.” said Harry before he apparated to his bedroom, he really
did need to get ready.
XXXHPDMXXX
Hermione settled down on her bed, the package from Dumbledore in her arms. She
would need Dumbledore's support if she wanted to get back.
Hermione unwrapped the bright blue package, pulling out the sapphire ring. 'Why
does it have to be so gaudy?' she thought as she slipped on her finger. She
picked up the paper from the bottom of the box, reading over it a few times
silently.
Hermione pulled out her wand and spelled a pentagram onto the floor. She
grabbed various random and useless objects from around the room and
transfigured them into candles which she set spaced evenly apart on the
pentagram. She lit them on fire as she stepped into the pentagram. She sat
crossed legged in the center a she held her arms out in front of her, the hand
with the ring on it resting on top of her other hand. She began to recite the
necessary words.
Her planted eye today controls
Is in the morrow most at home
And sternly calls to being souls
That curse her when they come
Moon bitten and thrice cursed
Lupin of the werewolves COME!
Now she gad to sit there for an hour without moving, how dull. For an hour
after that she would still have to wear the gaudy ring. 'Who created this
stupid spell anyways?' thought Hermione as dark energy rose from the candles in
the form of smoke and began swirling outside the pentagram, biting it at it
tied to get in. 'Stupid Dumbledore and his hideous ring, stupid Ron, he wasn't
supposed to find out. Stupid Bill should have done better to keep it a secret.'
As she thought these unkind things the dark energy grew stronger, attacking the
pentagram with more force until the pentagram was staining, barely able to hold
it back. Hermione was frozen in fright. Throughout Grimmauld place evil
laughter and demonic howls could be heard, echoing through the halls. For once
Dumbledore's scheme was going as planned.
XXXXXXXXXXXHPDMXXXXXXXXXXX
Was it any good? Probably not good enough to have taken so long... * hangs head
in shame * Please forgive this silly extra title, I was calling it that, to
myself at least, even before I wrote that part. Thank you for reading my story,
I hope you have a happy and enjoyable life whoever and where ever you are.
Tenari Rose ^^
***** Chapter 13 *****

Author's notes: New chapter
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Hello everyone. I'm glad you're still reading this, I assume you are or
otherwise you wouldn't see this note. You're questions about the future or Ron
and Harry's friendship will be answered, just not in this chapter. Other,
somewhat more interesting, at least to me, things are happening right now.
XXXHPDMXXX Chapter Thirteen XXXHPDMXXX
As the violent howls and evil laughter that disturbed the inhabitants of
Grimmauld Place ceased suddenly, as if by some strange power, ten thousand
miles away in the Marauder's Den a commotion arose.
Remus Lupin had been quietly reading by the fire when he began suddenly
screaming and holding his chest tightly. “Remy? Remus are you alright?” cried
Sirius worriedly.
The screams stopped suddenly and Remus rose unsteadily to his feet. “No, no I'm
not.” he said dreamily as he struggled towards the fireplace, still clutching
his chest. He walked as tough he was being dragged somewhere he was terrified
to go.
“Remy? Remy where are you going? Remus?” Sirius's voice grew steadily more
panicked but Remus did not speak again. Even when Remus dropped a handful of
floo powder into the flames he did not speak even to indicate his destination.
He simply walked into the flames and disappeared, he didn't need to do anything
more.
XXXHPDMXXX
Remus stumbled and fell onto he floor of Dumbledore's office, passing out from
the force of Hermione's spell. Dumbledore. Dumbledore stood over him grinning
evilly, no trace of a twinkle left in his eyes. On his finger was a ring, gaudy
and sapphire, dripping with blood, one long hair still clinging to it. Granger
had been but a necessary sacrifice to fulfill Dumbledore's plan.
XXXHPDMXXX
After the howling ceased Molly began running through the house, checking every
room, trying to find out if anyone was hurt. Molly, approached Hermione's door,
not expecting to get through, Hermione's ward were usually to strong for Molly
to break.
Hermione's wards were down! Molly's eyes were wide with panic as she shoved
open the door. What she saw made her faint.
The room was splattered red, blood dripping off the desk and bed. There were
bits of skin and bone strewn randomly about the room. Little but a torso and
head lay in the center of a destroyed pentagram, Bones were exposed and even
ripped apart in some places. Her face was destroyed beyond recognition, only
the few clumps of hair than still clung to her scalp could identify her as the
girl Molly knew. It looked as though she had been ripped apart by savage
dragons. When Molly woke she could do little more than weep at the terrible
sight. Hermione was dead.
XXXHPDMXXX
Harry stepped out of The Leaky Cauldron, dressed elegantly in a fine green
jacket that lay open and fell past his knees. He wore black combat boots with
many buckles and straps into which were tucked black jeans, dripping with
silver chains. He wore two visible shirts, one silver and a bit tight and the
other loose black net.
Around his neck was a collar, black and spiked and a chain necklace with an
ornate silver cross hanging from it, it fell just above his stomach. Harry had
also charmed his hair longer and streaked it Slytherin Green, so that it fell
all the way down his back, slightly wavy and very attractive. Harry had left
his eyes unglamoured and the sparkled sinisterly in the street lights as he
strolled confidently up to Trisha, who stood closest to him. Her hair was black
today, exactly the same shade as her lipstick. 'Does she dye her hair to match
her makeup or something?' pondered Harry recalling her previously violet locks.
Trisha wore a black sleeveless and corseted dress with a wide skirt that flared
out, not unlike a ballerina's skirt. She wore torn black stockings and lace up
boots. Her hair was curled back in a Lolita fashion and she wore a fake black
rose in it. She also adorned herself with simple silver jewelry.
Lisette wore a floor length black off the shoulder gown with a short attached
cape. Her hair was pulled back simply, just so it was out of her face, but her
makeup was wild, with creepy designs drawn on her face in eyeliner. She wore
fingerless black gloves and her nails were long and red.
Antony wore a black MCR T-shirt and torn blue jeans, only his piercings and
tattoos made him stand out. He had at least seven piercings in his right ear,
two studs and many rings. He had only two piercings in his left ear though. He
had a ring on the left side of his nose and another at the far side of his left
eyebrow. There was barely an inch of skin on Antony's dark skin left un-inked.
The images were in many different styles, but so closely twined together they
seemed to be of a single design, There were snakes, dragons, monsters and all
manner of creatures and words. It was as if Antony were a sketchpad on which
many artists had made their mark.
Damien's hair was tied back in a red ponytail and he had a silver ring in his
lip. The tie in his hair matched his long sleeved undershirt and the somewhat
random designs on his black T-shirt. He wore long black pants with red cloth
over each of his many pockets. He wore black boots and a red painted chain
around his neck.
Gabriel's hair was braided down his back, with a few strands left out to frame
his face. He wore a plain black turtleneck and simple, if somewhat dressy,
black pants. He had a silver bracelet and a sly smile. There were diamond
earrings in each of his ears, simple, yet obviously expensive. His makeup was
somewhat feminine and it gave him an air of graceful beauty that attracted both
men and women, which was good as he had an acute interest in both.
All in all, they made a very strange group, some almost normal in appearance
and others in little more than cosplay. They were going to a club, this was to
be the second Harry had ever been to and he was very glad to be going. His eyes
held a certain happiness and mischievousness that they had, for the most part,
lacked since he was told Sirius had died.
“My oh my. Don't you clean up nice?” said Lisette, waving a hand as though to
cool herself down.
Damien was almost drooling and Gabriel looked a bit miffed.
'Is he jealous?' hoped Harry secretly. He hoped people were jealous of his
looks.
“Now that everyone's here,” said Damien, “let's review the plan for tonight.”
Harry was confused, they hadn't discussed a plan before. “what's special about
tonight?”
“Tonight's the night we've been preparing for all this time.”
“You mean since yesterday?”
“Yes, it's your official introduction in to non-polite society,”
“But what about the other bar.”
“That was a trial run.” claimed Damien defensively.
“Why would I need a trial run to go to a bar?”
“Because Damien's an idiot.” said Lisette, grinning at said idiot.
“That's your explanation for everything.” laughed
“It's the reason for everything.”
“Except the things you're the reason for.” said Trisha putting her arm around
Lisette.
“You mean the beauty of the stars and the fact that magic works?”
“Yes, that's exactly what I mean.” said Trisha. Her voice, colored with amused
sarcasm.
Harry and Gabriel, feeling a bit left out, walked off toward the bar, laughing
a bit when the others finally realized they had been left behind.
Gabriel didn't walk, he seemed to float, his hair billowing out be hind him
gently, like Snape's cloak, but without the harshness. His movements were soft
and flowing, at though he were eternally underwater.
Damien seemed to dance, it was as though he were always moving, even when he
stood still. He did not walk, but rather he leaped from place to place. His
grace shone through even his clumsy attitude.
Trisha walked as though she were forever caught in a storm, the wind seemed to
exist more violently around her than others. Her hair and dress were whipped
about, near constantly and hung, as though wet, when not caught by the breeze.
But she strode relentlessly through her storm and so she carried about her an
air of dark chaos.
Lisette walked like spring. Even in the darkness she seemed to glow, as if the
sun shined even through the night for her. Her darkest looks became cheerful
and childlike, just because she wore them. She was a flower blooming so
strongly that even the worst storms could not make her wilt.
Antony was water, his every movement flowing and delicate, and yet he was the
strongest of the group, able to do most anything if he tried. Even his eyes
seemed to sparkle like sunlight on still water. He stood taller and often with
more confidence than the others, as though he had no insecurities to weigh him
down, although it probably helped that he was taller than any of them.
And Harry, Harry walked as if he were outside time,cut off from the world,
distant even if he walked beside you. Harry walked like the dark, elegant, with
an aura that seemed to extent past the boundaries of his human form, a force of
nature, powerful and unyielding.
When walking in a group they gave the illusion of being a pantheon of Roman
gods. People could not help but turn to stare as they walked by. They were
chaos.
“Hey! Hey guys wait up!” called Damien, running to catch up. “You can't leave
us behind, besides, Harry doesn't know the way.”
“I'll show him.” called Gabriel back.
“Don't go with him Harry!” yelled Damien dramatically. “He may be named after
an angel, but you can't trust him alone with a hot guy for all the money in the
world.”
Gabriel only smirked evilly, but Harry felt rather flattered by Damien's
comment. “Let's wait.” he said, stopping and turning to Gabriel.
“You think I would steal you away and ravage you in some creepy back alley
hotel?”
Harry wondered a bit at the specificity of the question, but did not show it in
his answer. “No, but your friends might get suspicious when I show up later and
you don't.” Harry turned away a moment to let Gabriel ponder the implications
of his answer.
By the time the others had a chance to catch up Gabriel was watching Harry with
as look of curiosity and no small amount of interest.
Seeing the look on his brother's face Damien was instantly curious and,
perhaps, a bit jealous. Harry shouldn't be flirting with his brother, he should
be flirting with him. “so, what happened after you, ABANDONED us?”
“Nothing.” replied Harry with a secretive smile. “Absolutely nothing.”
Damien, though more curious than ever, decided to drop the subject and start
off towards the bar, in the wrong direction. “Come on guys.”
Only Harry started to follow after him, before Lisette stopped them both.
“Uh, guys, it's this way!” said Lisette, trying not to laugh.
Harry glared at the chagrined Damien and stalked back toward the group with as
much dignity as he could muster. He only succeed in looking a bit stiff.
Amid smiles and jokes, some of which were aimed at Harry, the group of teens
headed to the nightclub they had chosen for Harry's “debut”.
Thanks to some help from Trisha they didn't need IDs. For added effect they
payed some guys to throw open the double doors when they entered. Harry and
Trisha stood in the center if the group with Damien and Antony banished to the
ends for bad having taste in clothes.
As they stepped inside everyone sober enough to notice the doors turned to
look. Jaws dropped and people drooled. Much jealously was inspired, after
all,why should such beautiful people exist in a group, it was unfair to the
rest of them.
Amid the drooling and staring there was one glare. A blond headed boy stared
lusti- I mean angrily at the group. 'What's Potter doing here?' thought Draco,
already somewhat drunk. 'This is the club I always go to. Is he stalking me?
Twice today I've seen him.' Draco deluded himself. Draco pouted prettily and
waited for the brunet boy to notice him and waited and waited.... When was Ha-
Potter going to come over and talk to him, he was getting tired of pouting.
Well, if Potter wasn't going to take responsibility for his action, which is to
say, finding Draco in a place where a Malfoy should never be found, a muggle
bar, then Draco would take responsibility for him. “Potter!”
“Malfoy!” Harry knew that gorge- I mean, annoying, 'Yes, annoying.' Harry
assured himself, voice anywhere. What are you doing here?” He said spreading
his arms of for emphasis.
“Hey! That's not fair I as about to ask you that.... I mean...None of your
business Potter!”
“So this is the infamous Draco then” asked Trisha.
'You just had to stroke hi ego, didn't you?' thought Harry as Draco smiled
conceitedly and ran his hand through his hair.
'So he tells his friends about me.... not that I care or anything.'
'What's that smell?' thought Harry, lifting his face and closing his eyes
slightly to get a better whiff of it. When he opened his eyes Harry smiled
somewhat sinisterly and licked his lips. Something smelled good.
Draco couldn't help but notice Harry's odd behavior, not that he was staring or
anything, he was just observant.
Draco was quite skilled at deluding himself.
Harry inhaled again. He loved the smell, it was peppermint and the musky scent
of old books. He took a half-step forward.
Draco was confused, Harry was coming closer to him with an evil look on his
face. Was he going to attack him? “Potter, what are you doing?” Harry was
advancing somewhat quickly. He stopped directly in front of Draco, where upon
he gently grasped a lock of the blonds hair and held it to his nose.
An evil smile crept back onto Harry's face. It frightened Draco somewhat and he
tried to step back., but he was unable to as Harry grabbed his waist in a firm
but not violent hold. “Draco.” he breathed out, half-word and half-sigh.
Draco's eyes were wide and he heard his heart thundering in his chest. “H-
Harry?” he asked in a somewhat meek voice, forgetting his confidence and the
fact that Malfoys aren't meek. He also conveniently forgot he hated Potter.
A slight commotion on the other side of the room distracted Harry for a small
moment and a distraught Draco took his opportunity to escape.
The commotion on the other side of the bar was a small scuffle in which Damien
was a key player. How odd that the reason Harry had found Draco was also the
reason he escaped. 'No matter,' decided Harry, 'Hogwarts starts soon, I can
capture him there.'
Trisha watched the whole affair with knowing eyes.
XXXHPDMXXX
 
Draco did not stop running until he reached home. He even ran through the
fireplace and into the floo. Only years of experience kept him from falling
afterward.
He finally paused and caught his breath as he leaned against the wall of his
manor, his father looked distraught.
“Draco? What's wrong? What happened? Are you okay?”
When Draco caught his breath he turned and answered his father. “I was at the
muggle pub I go to and-”
“Did someone accost you? I told you you shouldn't be going to a muggle bar!
They're murderers, rapists and thieves, the lot of them.”
“Father! This is not the time to be going off on an anti-muggle rant.”
“Yes, you're right Draco. I'm sorry, please go on.”
“So I was in the bar and suddenly there was a big commotions at the doors.
Somebody threw both of them open, I guess they wanted a big entrance or
something. I should have known right then it was Potter. He can never manage to
be subtle, he always needs everyone's attention on him. He always gets into
trouble and back out of it mind you, in the biggest way possible, to get the
most attention.”
Lucius smiled, 'And he got onto me for ranting.'
Draco glared, sensing his father's disrespect. “Anyways, so Potter came over to
me and started being rude.” he said editing the story. “After a bit though, he
started acting really weird. He started sniffing and got this odd look on his
face. Then out of nowhere he came up to me and grabbed me. I had to spell some
muggles to start fighting so I could get away.”
Partway through the story Lucius got an odd idea. “You said he was sniffing
around?”
“Yes Father, sniffing as though he were a mutt rather than a wizard.”
“Have you considered, Draco, that he may be your mate? Some creatures find
their mates by smell.“
“Harry Potter my mate! Yo must be joking!” My mate someone beautiful, smart and
powerful. Scarhead isn't any of those. Besides. What would that mean for our
family? Harry Potter is the dark Lords greatest foe.”
“You have thought of it then?”
“I have not.”
“Don't lie to me Draco.”
“In passing, for no more than a moment, really.”
“If he is, then we will leave our lord, or stay on as spies if need be. You are
more important to us than any world order, even a new one.”
“It doesn't matter. He's not my mate. He could probably just tell I'm a
creature. He's probably going to make my life miserable at Hogwarts this year.”
“Be prepared for the possibility.”
Draco sighed and nodded at his father. 'I don't want the Golden Boy to be my
mate, even if he has grown some balls over the summer. He's still an attention
grubbing fool, no better than that idiot Lockhart.' Draco continued to rant to
himself as he walked toward his room, trying to forget his unsettling
experience at the bar.
XXXHPDMXXX
Lucius was doing the exact opposite as he brooded in his private study. The
fire flared to life suddenly and turned green. Lucius had a call.
He would have ignore it, preferring to contemplate his son's situation, if not
for the head that peered through the flames.
“My Lord.” cried Lucius, rushing to the fireplace. “What has called you to my
fire today My Lord?” asked Lucius, kneeling as the Dark Lord entered his study.
“I've heard”, said Voldemort, “that your son has recently come into his
inheritance.”
“Yes My Lord.” said Lucius, still kneeling, but offering no further
information.
“Well? What is he?” snapped Voldemort impatiently.
“An angelus, My Lord. Said Lucius, his knees beginning to hurt from kneeling.
“Very good... An angelus. You may rise Lucius.” said Voldemort, looking back at
his follower. “We have plans to make.”
“Plan My lord?” asked Lucius finally standing.
“Yes plans, for the wedding. You will of course give your son to me. An angelus
will make a most fitting bride for the new lord of wizardkind.” Voldemort paced
distractedly as he thought.
“But My Liege, Draco must marry only his mate.” cried Lucius, his voice rich
with shock.
“Then I shall be his mate of course.”
“Angelus have only one mate, destined before they are even born. You can not
just become Draco's mate!”
“You forget yourself Lucius!” yelled Voldemort, spinning and pointing his wand
in Malfoy's direction. “There are ways around these things. You will give him
to me as my bride or I shall take him as my slave. If I must take him then you
will not live to see the birth of your grandchild. Crucio.” cried Voldemort,
reminding his follower of his allegiance. “You have until the thirteenth of
October to decide. Halloween is a fitting day for a dark lord's wedding is it
not? The sooner you say yes the sooner your wife may begin making wedding
arrangements.”
Lucius got up from his knees, to which he had fallen after the Crucio. He bowed
his head as Voldemort left, his eyes closed to hide his anger. 'How dare you
try to interfere with my son.'
Lucius sat down in a chair by the fire to think. 'Decisions must be made soon.'
XXXHPDMXXX
Harry stepped back into his living room, grinning. The club had been as
fantastic as he'd hoped, even more so since he'd found Draco. The identity of
his mate had been revealed. He'd read up on Naga and had found out they had
mates. He was glad to have identified his so quickly after coming into his
inheritance.
His good mood went away abruptly as he noticed Sirius, crying on the floor of
the living room, house elves gathered around, comforting him.
“Sirius?” asked Harry, in an uncertain voice.”Sirius? What's wrong?” Harry was
beginning to sound like a lost child.
“It's Remus.” sobbed Sirius, “He's gone, he left in an odd daze. I don't even
know where he went.” he hiccuped, tears running down his face. “I- I think it
might have been animus dico. I've seen it before. He was so- so....
he burst into wailing sobs. “We may never see him again. Who know who called
him, he may already be d- d- dead.” he choked out as he began to sob once more.
Harry's face began growing steadily angrier as he waited patiently through
Sirius's monologue. “We will find whoever did this and they will pay.” The
terrifying conviction and anger in Harry's voice was enough to send the house
elves fleeing in fright and even to stop Sirius's sobs. “I promise.”
XXXXXXXXXXXHPDMXXXXXXXXXXX
Sorry to anyone who liked Hermione, if anyone did. I was angry when I wrote
this and it helps the story. So bye Hermione, you played an important role.
Anyways, thank you for your continued reading and I hope your happy, whoever
and wherever you are.
Tenari Rose^^
P.S. Thanks to Slythendor for beta-ing!!!
***** Chapter 14 *****

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Yay my new chapter's ready. I hope you like it, and kudos to my Beta
Slythindor.
XXXHPDMXXX Chapter Fourteen XXXHPDMXXX
Harry screamed as the belt descended again and again on the already scared and
bleeding flesh on his back.
“No screaming boy. You don't deserve to scream. You only deserve this. This is
your punishment. This is all your fault.” Each statement was punctuated with
another blow.
'What is? What's my fault?' thought Harry desperately to himself. 'What have I
done? What have I ever done? What ever it is I'll fix it! I'll never do it
again! I'll behave, I promise I will! I'll behave! I'll behave!' “I'll behave.”
gasped out Harry as he sat up, woken suddenly from his dream,. He looked around
franticly for a moment. He was in his room at the Marauder's Den. He took a
quick inventory of himself. His clothes were drenched with sweat and he was
having trouble breathing normally.
'Was it a nightmare or a memory?' thought Harry idly. 'I can never tell. At
some point all the beatings blur into one, I can't tell them apart anymore.'
“Harry? Harry are you alright?” Sirius had gotten pissed and taken to sleeping
outside his room when he found out Harry always put silencing charms on his
room before going to sleep. Sirius had grown more protective since Remus had
disappeared. Too protective. It had only been a few days and Harry was already
annoyed. He would have to find Remus soon or risk insanity. They had been
searching for the past couple of days and had come to a certain conclusion.
“I'm fine Sirius.”
“You're sure?”
“Yes Siri.”
“Oh good... Acerberus finally woke up.”
“Really?” Harry pulled on clean clothes and flung open the door.
“Yeah.” said Sirius smiling as he held out the sleepy dragon. “He woke up just
before you did.”
“Poor thing. It slept for days.” said Harry. “I was beginning to think it
wouldn't wake up at all.”
$Accerberusss. Accerberusss will be your name dear dragon.$ Harry realized he
had lapsed into parseltounge only because of the look on Sirius' face. Harry's
godfather did not like to serpent tongue. 'Can dragons understand
parseltongue?'
$Fine sssnake ssspeaker.$ hissed the dragon sleepily.
'Well I guess that answers my question..'
$Name me what you will and I sshall name you. You shall be Sssacaran. It
meansss sssmall dragon.$
$Sssmall! I'm a lot bigger than you are!$
$Yesss, but I sshall grow larger in time and you never will.$
Harry pouted as he glared at the willful creature.
“Not to interrupt what I'm sure is a fascinating conversation, but we do have
plans today.” said Sirius, more than a little jealous of the dragon. He had
come to expect it of the snakes and could even tolerate it, but why should a
dragon be able to understand Harry when Sirius could not?
“Of course Sirius. If Krissy will fetch Alexander-”
“Krissy, who would not, ender any circumstances admit to ease dropping,
complied before Harry could say another word. She popped in noisily, depositing
Alexander on Harry's lap before popping back out as quickly as she came.
“He can show Acerberus around the house.”
$Alexxander, would you care to sshow Acerberus around the house?”
$Yesss Ssspeaker.$
$Are you angry with me? Why do you call me Ssspeaker and not Harry asss
ussual?$
$Propriety is important when meeting new people. You can only make a firssst
impersssion once.$
$And you've made a fine one my friend.” interjected Acerberus.
$Unlike me obviousssly. Naming me Sssacaran, really.$
An amazing on obviousssly, for he has named you for the firssst basssilisssk.
The king of all sssnakesss and the humansss named him little dragon.$
If a dragon could grin than Acerberus was grinning. His lips were stretched
back and his every tooth gleamed prettily in the firelight. Sirius, who could
not understand the conversation, assumed the worst. He made no effort to hide
his enthusiasm for leaving and leaving now.
“Come on Harry, we're leaving. I don't like the way that dragon is looking at
you.” said Sirius, secure in the knowledge that the dragon did not speak
English.
$Gotta go. My dog father- I mean my godfather$ said Harry mischievously,
knowing that Sirius could not understand him. $is getting antsssy.$
The dragon and snake nodded their acceptance and left to explore the house.
Harry and Sirius stepped into the fireplace and spoke simultaneously.
“Gryffindor Common Room, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Gryffindor
Bravery.”
XXXHPDMXXX
Ron sat brooding on the widows' walk of Grimmauld Place.'Why do we have a
widows' walk anyways? We aren't anywhere near the sea. Aren't they for women
whose husbands have gone to sea?' This stray thought was of course not the most
serious matter he was thinking about.
Ron looked down again at the sheet of parchment in his hands
King,
Ron smiled at the codename Harry had chosen for him. It could have been an
insult based on the original Slytherin song, but Ron preferred to think
otherwise.
Remember fifth year? Feathers is fine but...
How's the wife?
The floo's still broken but I think it could be fixed with a little effort on
both our parts.
See you at the zoo, I'll be waiting in the reptile exhibit.
Gilderoy
'Why does it have to be so cryptic?' thought Ron. 'King refers to me and
Gilderoy to harry. Weird name he chose though, he hated Lockhart. Wife probably
refers to Hermione, I wonder if he knows she's.... Well about the floo, it's
being fixed, so maybe it's our friendship and he's saying we can make up? The
reptile exhibit though, that's hard. Let's see, what's in a reptile exhibit...
Snakes and alligators and lizards and stuff. Most of that stuff doesn't make
sense, but maybe snakes does? Snakes could mean Slytherins, but why would Harry
be hanging out with Slytherins? Okay, now all that's left is that bit about
fifth year... Wait didn't Hedwig get attacked when she was delivering a letter?
So maybe he means the mail's not safe? I already knew that though. Maybe he's
telling me not to reply. That's fine. I'll see him at Hogwarts anyways.'
“Ron? Ronald Weasley! Where are you?”
“Mum?” called Ron, wanting to avoid trouble, as he stuffed the letter in his
pocket.
“Hurry up and get down here. Dumbledore has come to see us.”
“Yes Mum, I'm coming.” Ron wondered what Dumbledore would have to say.
XXXHPDMXXX
Harry and Sirius stepped warily into Gryffindor tower. No one was waiting there
for them...
“The old fool knows I have the password for the Gryffindor Tower fireplace. Why
didn't he change it?
“There are two possible explanations.” said Harry. “The first one is that maybe
this is a trap. But as no one has jumped out of the shadows yet, they're
probably not aware that we're here, or even that we could be. The other more
likely conclusion is that the old codger has forgotten you know the password,
he may not even be able to change it. The castle decides who can do things like
that would the castle really give control to such a corrupt man?”
“No, no it wouldn't” Sirius grinned. “The castle is much to smart to do
something like that.”
Harry nodded and looked out toward the center of the common room. “Dobby/” he
called.
Before the word was all the way out of his mouth there was a loud pop and Harry
had an armful of one very happy house-elf. “Harry! Harry has come back to
Dobby! Dobby has been very worried. Dobby is hearing his Harry is missing.”
“I'm fine Dobby, I've been with Sirius, but I need help. I need your help
Dobby.” said Harry, holding the house-elf up so he could get a good look at it.
He did not look good. He was pale, skinny and covered in welts and bruises. Had
Dobby been punishing himself again?
“What is it? Dobby will do anything for his Harry.”
Harry knew his questions would have to wait another minute. He had to do what
he could to help Remus as soon as possible. “Dobby, Moony is here in this
castle. Someone has stolen and hidden him from me. Dobby, you must find Remus
and help me save him.”
“Dobby will help Harry. Dobby knows what to do. Salazar will help. Salazar will
know. Salazar will help Dobby help Harry.”
Harry could see that Dobby was just about to leave and he knew he had to stop
him. He had to find out. “Dobby, before you go you must tell me, why are you
cut and bruised? Why are you hurt like this?”
“Dobby is not obeying. Dobby is not listening to Lord Dumbledore. Lord
Dumbledore is telling Dobby to go and find his Harry and Dobby is saying no.
Dobby is saying his Harry is not wanting to be found so Dobby is not finding
him. Lord Dumbledore is being mad at Dobby for this and is punishing Dobby, but
Dobby is not minding. Dobby's Harry is happy, so Dobby is happy.”
“Dobby, will you come with us?” Harry asked with compassion in his voice, Dobby
had suffered to help him.
“Yes!” Dobby sobbed. “Dobby is not meaning to, but Dobby is wishing his Harry
will come save him again and Harry is.”
“Go on then, hurry. We must save Remus this trip. We will not have someone we
can trust in the castle after this.”
“We can trust Salazar!”
“Salazar? You mentioned him earlier, didn't you? That's the name of the founder
of the Slytherin house. Is he named after him?”
“Harry is being unknowing of Salazar?”
Harry blinked twice, trying to decode the question so he could answer.
“Salazar is being Dobby's favorite founder. Salazar and Dobby is talking
whenever Dobby is cleaning his painting.”
Harry nodded. “So Salazar Slytherin is going to help us?” asked Harry
doubtfully.
Obviously Dobby did not hear the doubt because he nodded enthusiastically and
popped away.
Sirius stared at where Dobby had been, more than a little distracted. “So
that's Dobby. And here I thought Ron had to be exaggerating. I didn't know a
house-elf could be that crazy.”
“Hey! Dobby is a good friend, don't call him crazy!”
“If you say so.”
“Watch what you say, he is the one getting us information on Remus.” said
Harry, his Slytherin side coming out.
“And that truly scares me.” said Sirius, half serious.
Harry just glared, he'd run out of excuses for the very odd house-elf.
XXXHPDMXXX
The Order of the Phoenix was sitting around the kitchen table at Grimmauld
Place. They all sat in wooden chairs of an equal size and distance apart. They
were all equal, all but one.
Dumbledore sat at the head of the long wood table in a huge cozy purple
armchair. He wore a tall pointy hat and elaborate robes and he sat with the
posture of a king. Dumbledore lover order meetings.
“Quiet now, quiet everyone.” he said to the chatting people sitting around the
table. “As you have undoubtedly noticed, we have one le4ss person at this order
meeting than we've had in the past. I regret to inform you that Hermione
Granger died recently, but before you get upset you must know, Hermione Granger
died while performing a dark ritual!”
There were gasps around the room.
“It's been suggested that the could have been as supported of the Dark Arts and
perhaps even working for Voldemort!”
As the people gasped again Dumbledore smiled internally.
“W-what spell did she use?” asked some anonymous order member Dumbledore didn't
bother to even look at. He was a new recruit, below Dumbledore's notice.
“We were unable to identify the spell from the remains of her wand.”
“Than what do you base your accusations on. How can you say she practiced Dark
Arts if her wand's to destroyed to tell you?”
“She had Dark Arts artifacts in her trunk.”
“In the headquarters of the order of the phoenix? That's reassuring. Besides,
if she was a spy she wouldn't have kept it in her trunk, that would be to
obvious.” The boy was gaining confidence and the order members had begun taking
a great deal of interest in the conversation. “However, if she were framed then
some one could have planted the evidence. She might not even have done the
ritual.”
“Nonsense, Molly went in the room right after that, there would have been no
time to plant evidence.”
“Really? She went in right after? Doesn't she have several children? I would
have thought she would check on them first, or the other order members more
likely to attack or be attacked. Are you saying you suspected her and he was
still able to preform a dark ritual right under your nose? Maybe she went there
because she did it. How do you know she didn't?”
“I wouldn't do that.” burst in Molly. “Besides I did check the other rooms
first, her wards are always to strong to get through anyways.”
“So you admit! There was enough time to sneak into her room and plant
evidence!”
“What's your name? “ asked Dumbledore, his kind voice not betraying his anger.
“My name is Kyle, Headmaster.”
“A Hogwarts student are you then?” Dumbledore smiled cheerily. With smarts like
that you must be a Ravenclaw. Well Kyle, I assure you we'll launch an
investigation on the matter right away.
“Thank you sir.”
“Now if you don't mind Kyle, would you please go and get me the book from the
table in the other room?”
“Yes sir.” The boy left.
“I don't mean to alarm you all, but it may be best if we do not let that boy in
on Order secrets, 45% of Ravenclaws join Voldemort after they finish Hogwarts.
They tend to study some form of the Dark Arts too, I have to wonder how he
knows so much about Dark Rituals. Maybe he's been sent here by Voldemort to
replace Miss Granger.”
“Is this the book sir?”
“Yes Kyle, come back in now. That's a good lad... ”
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So, how was it, I'm always glad for input (except when its flames). Thank you
for reading, I hope your happy and well whoever and wherever you are.
Tenari Rose^^
***** N/A *****

Author's notes: ...
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Just a note to tell you that I'm still working on this. The only problem right
now is that I no longer have access to a reliable computer. It may take some
time, but I will add the next chapter (hopefully soon). I have it written I
only have to type it up. Until then.... sorry.
Tenari Rose
***** Chapter 15 *****

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Hi everyone! This chapters all finished. ^^ Kudos to my awesome Beta
Slytherdor. I hope you like it.
XXXHPDMXXX Chapter Fifteen XXXHPDMXXX
Dobby has done it! Dobby has found Remus.” said a very excited house elf as he
launched himself into Harry’s arms. “Dobby is talking to Salazar and Salazar is
knowing where Dumbledore is taking Remus.” Dobby’s excitement made his voice
seem to echo through Gryffindor tower.
Where is he?” said Sirius, suddenly serious. “Where is Remus?”
Remus is being near the Ravenclaw Dorms in Dumbledore’s Favourite Room.” said
Dobby, shuddering as he spoke.
It’s Sirius’ Remus….. But, Dumbledore’s favourite room?” Dobby was beginning to
remind him of the way a great deal of other people reacted to a certain name.
Dumbledore’s Favourite Room is being a scary place. The house-elves in not
wanting to clean it. We is not liking to clean up blood.”
Blood?”
Dumbledore’s Favourite Room is being a torture chamber.”
There’s no torture Chambers in Hogwarts.” said Sirius, offended, surely the
Marauders would have found them if they existed.
I don’t know about that. Filch has threatened with torture before. Besides
Dumbledore is a powerful wizard, he could easily create one from an old
classroom or something.”
Well at least let’s stop calling it ‘Dumbledore’s Favourite Room’, it sounds
weird.”
How about the DFR?”
No, to close to the DA. How about Dumbledore’s Evil and Nefarious Torture
chamber, or DENT for short.”
Dent?” asked Harry incredulously.
Yep.” said Sirius with a mocking smile.
Dobby is not finished! Dobby is still needing to say how to open Remus’ door!”
Well tell us!” said Sirius, getting serious again. He was going to go crazy if
he kept switching back and forth like that. Harry was already convinced he was
bi-polar.
Salazar is already sending a snakey up to spy on Dumbledore and snakey is
seeing that the password is-“ CRASH!
Peeves I know you’re in there! The wards have been tripped!” called Filch from
the hall.
No!” called Dobby and he apparated with a surprisingly quiet pop.
XXXHPDMXXX
Dumbledore looked up expectantly as his office wards were triggered. “Hurry up
and get in here Fudge, we have things to discuss.”
Um, yes sir, of- of course Dumbledore.” It was never good when Dumbledore had
things to discuss.
Dumbledore turned away from Fudge as the portly man scurried into the office.
He stared off into space for a long time, waiting for Fudge to break the
silence and letting the tension build.
What is it you wanted to talk about then?” asked Fudge with an unconvincing
fake smile.
Ah yes.” said Dumbledore, finally turning to look at Fudge. “I understand you
have contacts at the Daily Prophet.”
No I don’t. They print whatever they feel like printing, with no word from me.
” said Fudge, lying through his teeth.
Don’t lie to me!” said Dumbledore, his eyes flashing dangerously.
But I’m not! I-“
Legilimens!” cried Dumbledore, flinging the spell harshly at Fudge, not caring
how much it hurt the man.
Fudge screamed and fell to the floor, clutching his head in agony as the man
tore through his memories.
You have a wife and children, Fudge. I didn’t know that. It’d be a shame if
something happened to them. Ah, here it is. How perfect. I expected as much of
you. You’re… close friends with the owner.” Even though he’d found what he
wanted, Dumbledore did not stop right away. He had to punish Fudge after all,
the man had had the gall to lie to him.
Don’t lie to me again.” said Dumbledore as he finally ended the painful spell.
“Now you’ll talk to…. What was the man’s name again?”
A-Angus Mitchell.” Fudge struggled to get the words out as he tried to stand
up.
You’ll talk with Angus then and you will talk today. Do you understand? Good.
Now, the topic you’ll discuss with your friend is a matter of publicity. You’ll
tell him that Sirius has gone mad and kidnapped Harry. You’ll tell him that you
fear he’ll do what he was accused of years ago and turn the last remaining
Potter into Voldemort. I want it to be in tomorrow’s paper, not the front page
though, give it to a gossip writer.”
But won’t people ignore it if it’s in the gossip section?”
Yes, largely, but they’ll remember it and when they see Black they’ll be
looking for suspicious behaviour. And most importantly they will likely report
what they see. If we put out a wholesale manhunt on him he’ll go into hiding
and harry will know. This way he won’t know until it’s to late.” Dumbledore
turned away and stared out at the lake in the distance, smiling cruelly.
XXXHPDMXXX
So let me get this straight, you’re afraid of the room, but when Filch comes
you bring us here without thinking?” said Harry as he untied a beat up, but
still smiling Remus.
Dobby is only thinking of helping Harry and Dobby’s magic Dobby’s magic is
wanting to help Harry find his Remus too.”
My Remus.” grumbled Sirius. “Dobby? I’m but wondering, could you have apparated
here before?”
Yes, but Dobby must be telling Harry first, so Dobby is waiting.”
Sirius looked decidedly unhappy at the news.
No harm, no foul.” Said Remus, wincing as he stretched his aching limbs. “You
know, Amos Dico requires a lot of willingly given blood. I wonder if Dumbledore
used what I gave Severus for experimenting.”
Experimenting! You gave Snivellus your blood to experiment on!” exploded
Sirius. “How could you give that evil git your blood?”
It was years ago, for his Wolfsbane potion. Without it I’d be a monster every
full moon… like I was last night. Said Remus shuddering.
Last night?”
It was the full moon and I’d refused to help Dumbledore, so he decided to
punish me.”
Sirius grabbed hold off Remus gently and tried to calm the badly shaking man.
He put a girl- a little girl in here while I turned! Then I-“ Remus shut his
eyes and tore himself away from his lovers hands, shaking violently. Remus
grasped his shoulders, clinging to himself and digging his nails into his still
tender flesh. “I’m a monster.”
No Remus, you’re not a monster, your wolf maybe, but not you.” said Sirius as
he put his arms around Remy.
I killed a little girl.” Sobbed Remus, but he didn’t pull away from Sirius.
No Remus, your wolf killed her. You weren’t in control. It wasn’t your fault.
It was Dumbledore’s, plain and simple. Remy, Remy look at me. I love you, no
matter what. You know that don’t you?”
Yes.” said Remus, finally relaxing into Sirius’ arms. “But- It’s never been so
clear before. I’ve never been so close during the full moon. I’ve never
remembered so much.” Remus turned in his lovers arms so he could see his face.
“I remember every bite, every tear, every-“ Remus broke off, sobbing as he
clung to Sirius.
Harry’s heart was breaking. Remus was like a dear uncle to him. To see the man
in pain hurt Harry very deeply.
Come on, Remy, Siri, we need to get out of here before Dumbles gets back.”
Harry put his arm around his godfather and reached out for Dobby. “Come on.
Let’s go home.”
Remus smiled slightly through the tears and Dobby grabbed his hand, then they
disappeared from the hollowed halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry.
XXXHPDMXXX
Harry stood over his trunk making sure he had everything. “Well I can’t take
Acerberus, but Krissy loves him so that shouldn’t be a problem. Alexander can
hide under my robes. I should probably hide my map and cloak, but that looks
like everything.”
He took a deep breath and began to yell. “Siri, I’m all packed. Get in here!”
Busy!” called Sirius.”
Stop fucking Remus and get in here.”
I’m not fucking Remus, so there.”
Then, Remus stop fucking Sirius so he can get in here.”
But I don’t want to.”
Too bad, we have to leave, now!”
No, we don’t” retorted Sirius as he hurried to the door. He was afraid if he
didn’t come out Harry would come in. It had happened before.
Finally.” said Harry, a bit smugly. “Now pick up my truck and we can floo.”
said Harry wrapping Alexander around his waist and covering him up with his
robes.
You made me leave Remus, so I could carry your trunk?”
Yes, now hurry. I have to be early so I can find D- ….. somebody.” Harry
grinned, excited that he’d get to see his mate again.
Fine, hurry yourself up Imp, I need to get back to Remus before he decides to
finish without me.”
Harry just grinned more brightly and stepped up to the fireplace. “Platform 9
¾.” Harry closed his eyes as he stepped into the flames, flooing still made him
dizzy. But he stepped out gracefully and daintily.
Sirius on the other hand stepped out glamoured and bad tempered at having to
leave Remus. He levitated Harry’s trunk quickly onto the train and hurried back
to his waiting lover.
Harry laughed slightly at his godfather’s haste, but understood it all the
same. he’d be in a hurry if Draco were waiting in bed for him.
Harry stepped onto the still empty train, selected a compartment and sat down
to wait.
XXXHPDMXXX
A short time later….
Draco stepped haughtily onto the platform, his blond hair swaying slightly in
the breeze.
Draco.” said Lucius, putting a hand on his sons shoulder, a secretly depositing
a letter into the shoulder of his son’s robes. "Remember what I told you and
keep an eye out."
Yes Father.” said Draco neutrally. To himself he thought, ‘I don’t care what he
says. Harry Bloody Potter, The-Boy-Who-Wouldn’t-Fucking-Die is not my mate.’ He
ignored the twinge of pain that came with such thoughts.
He walked, or rather strutted up to the train like some conceited peacock,
nodding in approval as house-elves, very carefully, put his trunk away. Then he
headed for his carriage, in the centre of the train and the centre of
everyone’s attention.
Even as early as it was Pansy and Blaise were already waiting for him with the
latest gossip. Draco of course didn’t pay attention, they weren’t saying
anything he cared to know. Soon, tired of being ignored, they moved on to his
favourite subject.
You’ll never guess what I found out from Lizzie last week. Lizzie heard from
her cousin who has a friend in Ravenclaw that that Cho Chang girl, you know the
Ravenclaw seeker, was dating Harry Potter last year.”
What!” said Draco, suddenly very interested.
Last week Lizzie told-“
NO! Just the last bit!”
Ah, I thought you’d be interested in that. Turns out Chang was dating Potter
last year. Apparently they were spotted on a date last Valentines.”
Draco’s eyes grew cold and he began to tense, his mind filled with violent
thoughts. Why was that tramp dating his Harry? He should go find her and, and-
“I have to go.”
Huh? Draco where are you going? Don’t you want to hear the rest? Hey wait!” but
Draco was already gone.
Draco stalked down the train, peering into each compartment as he passed,
smiling evil as he imagined what he’d do to the Chang girl when he found her.
But he didn’t find her, Harry found him.
Draco was pulled into a compartment and slammed forcefully against the wall,
trapped between cool metal and a very warm body. “Harry.” he breathed out.
Draco.” sighed Harry contentedly as he ground his arousal against the trapped
boy. He made no efforts to resist as he was, in turn slammed against the wall
as Draco suddenly remembered his anger.
You are mine and mine only. You’ll have none but me. If you are ever with
someone else I’ll kill them. Do you understand?”
Yes Draco.” said Harry, purring contentedly as he nuzzled Draco’s neck. “And
you are mine, only mine.”
Yes.” said Draco, all the anger and tension leaving his body. How could he be
angry when his dear little mate was leaning so freely into his touch? ‘His
mate? Wait.’ Draco flung himself back. He stared in horror at Harry. Harry
Potter wasn’t his mate he couldn’t be.
Harry smiled at Draco seductively, following his mate, at a much slower pace
mind you, across the room. “I can almost see what you’re thinking Draco. How
can you deny this though when only a moment ago you were pressing me against
the wall, infuriated over some rumour you must have heard. How can you dent
this when even now you body burns for me.” His cupped his hand on Draco’s check
for a moment then trailed his hand slowly down his mates body till he reached
the evidence his words were true. “You cannot deny this.”
Harry changed tactics when Draco’s discomfort did not ease. “Why did you run
away the other day?”
Because you’re not my mate. You can’t be……. If you’re my mate than my family is
in danger. If you’re my mate then my future is decided. The mate of the boy who
lived has to join the light and follow Dumbledore and be nice to Weasleys and
Mudbloods. “
Harry laughed quietly. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you be nice to anybody., just
don’t be mean to my friends. And as for Dumbledore… don’t worry, I’m no longer
his errand boy. I haven’t joined the dark side, but I’m no longer on the light
side either. Maybe we can join the grey side.” Said Harry, laughing again. He
sat down, taking Draco with him.
Harry sat in quiet contemplation with his arm clutching Draco. He stayed that
way for several minutes, silence building in the air. Then he turned suddenly
and smiled at Draco, the whole compartment seemed to get brighter and Draco
couldn’t help but smile back.
Harry pulled Draco very close again so that he was half sitting on the boys
lap. Then he leaned up with a lecherous grin……
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It was a little fluffy and a bit angsty, but I hope it turned out alright. I
hope you're happy and well whoever and where ever you are.
Tenari Rose^^
***** Chapter 16 *****

Author's notes: blah
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Hi everyone, it's me again with another chapter. I hope you like it. ^^ Oh, and
kudos to my awesome beta Slythindor for fixing it.
Chapter Sixteen
Pansy and Blaise stared off in the direction Draco had disappeared for a long
time. “He- he left!” whispered Pansy in shock. “I knew he’d be irritated, but I
only thought I’d get some more gossip from this whole thing, I didn’t think
he’d go after her!”
A moment passed and Blaise spoke suddenly, as if he had come to an abrupt
conclusion. “Draco’s sixteen now. The Malfoys are a really old family…… Do you
think?”
“He has a mate! No way. But it does explain the temper. Do you think it’s the
Chang girl or-”
“Potter! It can’t be, but he has always been rather taken with the Potter boy.”
“Even in first year he couldn’t leave him alone.”
“I remember.”
“We’ll support him of course.”
“What else could we do? He’s our leader, besides, Slytherins stick together.”
XXXHPDMXXX
The train..
“Hey Harry? Are you in here?” came Ron’s voice from the doorway, causing Draco
to jerk back from the almost kiss.
“What’s Malfoy doing in here?” said Ron eyeing the blond boy on his friends lap
suspiciously.
“Hello Ron.” said Harry keeping his arm around Draco despite the boy’s
struggling. “We have things to discuss, please sit down.”
Ron nodded and sat down immediately, he recognized the serious tone in his
friend’s voice.
“First of all, how do you feel about Dumbledore?” asked Harry as Draco’s
struggling subsided and he relaxed in Harry’s arms.
“I think his explanation of Hermione’s death was suspicious.” said Ron, looking
down sadly.
“Hermione’s dead?”
“You didn’t know? She got torn apart or something. Dumbledore said she was
doing a dark ritual for You-Know-who. It seemed really suspicious to me. This
boy, Kyle I think, who just joined the order, thought so too.” Ron spoke
steadily, but he couldn’t hide his shaking as he explained about the death of
his ex-girlfriend and long time best friend.
“Remus was captured and tortured by Dumbledore. It was Animus Dico, soul call.
The man is evil.” said Harry hurriedly, trying to distract Ron from his
sadness.
“What!?”
“Yeah we’ve decided to leave his, Order and fight Voldemort on our own and
perhaps Dumbledore as well.”
“After the usual amount of shock over the use of Moldyshort’s name, Ron spoke.
“I’ll join you. An enemy of yours is an enemy of mine.”
“Don’t trust your family, except for the twins and the oldest two, they’ve been
paid off. Even your parents are in on it.”
“Then… I guess I won't trust them, you’re more family to me then they are.”
Their voices faded away and the rest of the train ride was spent in silence.
XXXHPDMXXX
At Hogwarts
“You idiot! You complete and utter imbecile!”
Cilly squeaked frightened.
“Not you Cilly. It’s that idiot, Dumbledore. He’s lost the boy, Potter. After
all this time we’ve waited, Dumbledore has messed up and driven the boy away at
the worst possible time! The boy doesn’t know our customs, our laws, not yet.
How am I supposed to teach him if he doesn’t trust me because I work for that
buffoon? What did that old fool do anyways?”
“Cilly- Cilly is not being Dumbledore’s house-elf.” The little creature
volunteered quietly. “Cilly is being Snape’s house-elf so Cilly is being able
to tell her Master Snape. Dobby is being a bad elf though. Dobby is being a
Hogwarts elf and is speaking against the Headmaster and he is running away with
Master Harry. He is trying to convince Cilly to come with him but I is
refusing. I is learning why. Dobby is telling Cilly that the Headmaster is
stealing Harry’s Mister Remus and is being mean to Dobby, but this is being
after Master Harry is leaving and Dobby is not knowing why he is leaving in the
first place.”
“Thank you Cilly, you have been very helpful.” said Snape looking at the house-
elf with approval. ‘Why are house-elves always so long winded?’ he thought to
himself.
“Cilly is always trying to help her Master Snape.”
“That is very good, Cilly.” Said Snape smiling kindly at the house-elf, or as
kindly as he could, he wasn’t used to twisting his features into that
particular expression. “There is a flower patter pillowcase in the top drawer
of my dresser. It has the Prince crest, you will wear from now on, in addition
to your current attire.”
Cilly smiled delightedly. A new pillowcase. This was a wonderful day. She would
have to make sure Darily made Mister Snape’s favorite dish tonight. The feast
was in only an hour, but there would be enough time.
“Thank you Master Snape. Cilly is leaving now. Cilly is having to help with
Dinner.” POP.
XXXHPDMXXX
The kitchen
Cilly landed in the kitchen in enough time to hear the very end of Dumbledore’s
speech.
“You will put this one in Mr. Potter’s food and this one in Snape’s. I’m
worried he’ll be concerned with the welfare of the boy. He always has been too
good to him.”
Cilly’s eyes went wide and she was back in Snape’s rooms before Dumbledore even
realized she had appeared.
XXXHPDMXXX
Harry opened his eyes with a yawn as the train came to a stop. He felt very
warm and contented. When his vision cleared he looked around and discovered
why. At some point he had fallen asleep and Draco had pulled him onto his lap.
Harry smiled up at his mate cheerily. “Dragon, wake up Dragon. We’re here.”
“M’not Dragon.” came his sleepy reply.
“Wake up anyway.”
Draco did, opening his eyes just wide enough to glare tiredly at Harry.
“You too, Ron.” Maybe he had begun trusting the boy again too easily, but for
some reason he believed Ron was on his side.
“Five more minutes, Mum.” groaned the redhead.
“I’m not your Mum and anyways we’re here.”
Ron stirred slowly. “Y’know you never did answer my question earlier.”
“What question?”
“Why’s Malfoy here?”
“I’m a Naga, he’s my mate.”
“Your what!? You’re what!?”
“Why’d you ask the same question twice?” asked Draco, still a bit out of it.
“He didn’t. I’m a Naga, I came into my inheritance this year. And Draco,” he
said with special emphasis on the name, “is my mate.”
“I never expected… Malfoy of all people and you’re a Naga… but,” and Ron stood
with a formal air, “I officially offer my congratulations on the discovery of
your One…….” He passed as though unsure before straightening up and continuing,
“Lord Potter.”
“I accept. Now come on, we’re going to miss the carriages if we don’t hurry
up.” Harry stood up, pulling Draco with him as he rushed out the compartment.
As he let go of Draco’s hand to jump off the train, he heard a voice from the
near empty station. “Mr. Potter.”
“Professor.” Said harry, turning to look at the man.
“Come here, Potter.” called Professor Snape.
Harry complied.
“You’re cutting it a bit close, aren’t you Potter? You’re as bad as your
disgusting father.” Venom dripped from Snape’s every word, but his eyes we’re
trying to say something entirely different, so Harry attacked his mind.
During his Occlumency lessons, Harry had discovered, quite by accident, that he
had a natural talent for Legilimency. When Snape had attacked his mind one to
many times, in a fit of rage Harry had accidently thrown Snape’s spell back at
him. From there Snape had changed his teaching entirely. Better to work at what
Harry was actually competent in then teach him what he simply refused to learn.
Harry skimmed the thoughts at the forefront of Snape’s mind. ‘So Dumblefuck’s
trying to drug us is he. I guess I’ll have to provide a little distraction
then. We can’t have him knowing we’re on to him.’
“That’s not true! My father was an amazing man! He never did anything to you
that you didn’t deserve.” sneered Harry.
“Detention Potter.” said Snape almost gleefully. “One week, starting tomorrow.
Be in my office by seven. Don’t be late, you will regret it.”
Harry stormed over to the carriage were Draco was waiting. “Guess you’re stuck
with me, eh, Malfoy.” said Harry grinning slightly. He stepped into the
carriage jocularly.
When they were headed toward the school and safely away from prying eyes, Harry
stood up. Being that they were in a moving carriage and Harry was unfortunate
enough to stand up just as they headed over a bump in the road, he fell right
back down. It didn’t matter though as Harry had ended up right were he had
wanted to be anyways, in Draco’s lap. He put his arms around the taller boys
neck and grinned.
“Don’t worry, we don’t have to act like enemies long, just until my surprise is
revealed, then we can be friends. We can’t let them know what we really are,
but Voldemort won’t complain that I’m with you, if I’ve left Dumblefuck.”
Draco looked doubtful. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that, since
when has You-Know-Who ever been reasonable, or even logical for that matter?”
“He’ll have to be. It will look as though I’m coming to the ‘dark side’.” Harry
grinned.
“Why do you say that? Yeah your leaving Dumbledore, but that doesn’t mean your
evil, a whinny prat maybe, but not evil.”
Harry opened his mouth to explain further but was thrown off Draco’s lap when
the carriage screeched to a sudden halt. “Damn thestrals. Why do they have to
stop so fucking suddenly.” grumbled Harry as he picked himself up off the
floor.
Harry didn’t have to fake anger as he climbed down out the carriage. He was
angry enough at having been tossed out of his favorite seat by, ‘ungrateful
thestrals’. ‘You’d think they would like me. I got ‘em off the grounds for a
day. But no, they have to hold a grudge just because a few death eaters threw
some panicked hexes around. It’s not like any of them died.’
He continued to grumble on in an annoyed fashion until he spotted a familiar
figure. “Neville!” cried Harry happily; he was overjoyed to see an old friend.
His happiness disappeared as Neville slowly turned toward him. “Neville? What
happened?”
Scars trailed across Neville’s face and neck, parallel and random, as though
cased by a slicing hex. “Death eaters came.” said Neville, leaning down so that
his now long hair hid the scars from view. “They killed my Grandmother. I
wouldn’t let them heal the scars. They used a slicing hex aimed for me, but she
jumped in the way. It hit the side of my face, but cut straight to her heart.
Snape came after that. He said they weren’t supposed to kill us and made them
leave. He knocked me out after that and I don’t remember what happened until I
woke up in the hospital wing of Hogwarts. He shouldn’t have stopped them.” said
Neville bitterly.
Neville broke down, shaking and sobbing like a little kid, hair still hiding
his face, hiding the tears. “One more reason for revenge.” said Harry sadly, as
he stepped forward to comfort his crying friend.
“There you are. I heard what happened Neville, I’m sorry about your Gran.”
Seamus led Neville off toward the great hall, consoling the still sobbing boy.
Seamus, if it was possible, looked almost as sad as Neville.
Harry walked slowly to the doors of the school. He wondered absentmindedly if
Neville and the other would fell betrayed when they heard. It didn’t really
matter, he supposed, but he would feel sad if they hated him.
“Harry, my boy!” called Dumbledore, practically shouting over the noise in the
great hall. “May I have a word with you?”
Harry nodded his acquiescence and followed the batty old man to a nearby
classroom, catching Luna’s eye as he passed. Alert as ever, Luna ran off to
fetch Snape.
“Now my boy, you can’t be serious about this re-sorting business.”
Harry balked at the use of the term ‘my boy’, but ignored it, contesting it
would simply sound childish. “I assure you; I am most serious, Headmaster.”
“I simply cannot allow you to switch houses so far into your schooling. It
would confuse the other students and you as well. Now if you’ll just forget
about the whole thing; I’m sure we can come to an arrangement that will satisfy
both of us. A Prefect position just opened up. Usually there’s one boy and one
girl, but an exception can be made considering the circumstances.”
“That won’t be necessary Headmaster. I will not be able to take the position as
Gryffindor prefect as I will no longer be in Gryffindor.”
“Yes you will. You will not be changing houses. I am the headmaster and I make
the rules.”
“Well I am an adult, legally now and I can decide to change schools. How many
parents will want to send their children to Hogwarts after they find out the
Boy-Who-Lived refuses to attend it anymore?”
“I’m sure Remus will be sad to hear that. He was so looking forward to seeing
you.”
Harry started to laugh. “Don’t you check on your prisoners Dumbledore? Remus
hasn’t been here in over a week. Torturing him got boring I suppose after you
had him kill a little girl.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Me and Siri came to visit a little over a week ago. It didn’t take long for a
certain member of your staff to find where you had Remus hidden. A few spells
and one freed elf later and Remus was back where he belongs. Oh and you might
not want to go in that room again. I think Sirius came back to leave a little
gift there for you.” Harry grinned.
“What! That’s impossible1”
“Dumbledore, the sorting ceremony is already almost over. You’ll miss the whole
thing if you don’t hurry up.” said Snape in a bored manner as he opened the
classroom door.
“I’ll see you at the ceremony professor.” said Harry with a slight smirk as he
walked back toward the great hall. He reached his destination just in time to
see Rosalie Zoresta sorted into Ravenclaw.
Just as Professor McGonagall stepped forward to take the sorting hat off its
stool, the rip in the brim opened again and spoke in a booming voice.
“Oh, there you are. I was worried you weren’t going to make it.” Every pair of
eyes in the room focused on the hat, wondering who it could be speaking to.
“Dumbledore didn’t bother writing it down. Of course, he thought he could
convince you otherwise, but I know everything to do with Hogwarts.” bragged the
hat. “Now, get up here! As much as we both know where you’re going, I’m still
required to check.”
Harry strolled confidently up the stool that had cowed him as a child, as every
eye turned to watch him. He placed the hat on his head and waited patiently for
the voice to echo in his mind. ‘Six years later and you’re still very much the
same. You have a bit more confidence perhaps, but that only makes you more
suited for your true house. You’ll let me put you there this time, right?’
‘Of course. My plans couldn’t work out if you didn’t.”
“SLYTHERIN!”
Silence seemed to almost echo in the hall as Harry stepped off the stool,
leaving the hat behind him and strolled over to the Slytherin table. He sat
elegantly beside a very shell shocked Draco and turned toward the front of the
room to wait for Dumbledore’s speech, easily ignoring all the eyes staring at
him.
“Wh-wh-what are you….?”
“Oh, hello, let's be friends, k’ Draco?”
Draco nodded absently, still shocked. The whole room was shocked, well except
for Ron, Dumbledore and Harry himself. Ron had come to terms with the fact that
Harry’s cryptic message had meant exactly what he’d thought it did.
Then all hell broke loose. Suddenly yelling and screams seemed to emanate from
every corner of the room. Suddenly every Slytherin was on their feet, wands at
the ready. Surprisingly, more often then not, they weren’t pointed at Harry.
Dumbledore jumped to is feet, demanding silence, but he was ignored. The first
year Slytherins were shaking in fear, most of them had never been in a duel
before, but they knew it would be expected of them to defend their fellow
Slytherins.
“To the dungeons, NOW.” Yelled Snape above the noise and as one they fled to
the dungeons. To the Slytherins, Snape was like their father while they where
at school and their father was not to be questioned. Even Harry knew he had to
obey Snape, he was a Slytherin now after all.
They got out of the hall just in time. No sooner had the doors to the great
hall closed then spells began firing. Some confused fourth year had panicked in
the chaos and sent an accidental hex at another student. With voices already
raised and tempers flying it had been taken as a declaration of war.
When the Slytherins got to the dungeons they poured in, watching Harry closely
for any signs of Gryffindorness. Snape came in a few moments later, scowling
and paler than usual.
“Potter! You will explain, now!”
“It needs explanation? I thought it was obvious. I was re-sorted into
Slytherin, thus my presence here. Oh and Draco has agreed to be my friend.”
said Harry grinning cheekily and grabbing one of Draco’s hands in both of his.
Draco tried, futilely to free his hand from Harry's.
Snape glared, then sighed, resigned to his fate. ‘At least this way, I can be
sure Potter trusts me.’ “We will eat in here tonight. I will not have my snakes
associated with the ruckus in there. But before that I must remind you of the
rules. First, my word is law, if I catch you breaking it there will be
consequences. Two, outside this dorm we are a united front. Any problems you
have with each other will cease to exist the moment you walk through the door.
Three, slithering stick together. The rest of the school is against us so we
must stick together to survive. The password to my rooms is poena.” Snape
turned and stalked away, his robes flung out behind him in classic Snape
fashion. “I will call the house-elves to bring you diner.”
Responding no doubt to his words, plates appeared, crowding every available
surface. Harry looked around, observing the familiar room. “Well it hasn’t
changed much since second year.”
“What do you mean?” asked Draco warily. “How would you know if it had changed?”
“Back in second year, Ron and I were convinced you were the heir of Slytherin,
so we polyjuiced ourselves as Crabbe and Goyle to question you.”
“What?”
“You heard.”
“And so did I.” said Snape as he entered the room carrying a long scroll. Snape
glared, shaking with the effort it took not to punish Harry. He even developed
a slight twitch. Eventually he spoke. “Good job, Mr. Potter. Twenty points to
Slytherin for successfully brewing polyjuice potion.”
“I was a Gryffindor at the time.”
“Then ten points from Gryffindor”
Harry just smiled. “Those are the room assignments I presume.”
“Yes.” said Snape glaring as he spoke. “You will room with the sixth years
Malfoy and Zabini. Don’t get yourself killed.”
“Didn’t know you cared, Sev.” said Harry with a slight grin.
“What did you call me-…Mr. Potter.” Even if he was to teach the boy, he refused
to let him mangle his name like that. His voice was dripping with contempt.
“Sev, of course. What did it sound like I called you?”
The vein over Snape’s eye was popping out. “Detention, Mr. Potter.”
“Yes, Professor.” Said Harry with a cheeky grin.
Harry’s complete lack of fear annoyed Snape and he stomped off, not unlike a
petulant child.
“If anyone needs to talk to me, I’m going to bed. C’mon Draco.” said Harry,
pulling the boy off toward the bedrooms.
“Just ‘cause you’re going to bed doesn’t mean I have to.”
“But I don’t know where our room is.”
“Fine.” Draco grumbled.
XXXHPDMXXX
“That boy, that useless cretin of a boy, that little bastard, first he leaves,
then he frees MY pawns, then he makes A MOCKERY OF MY SCHOOL! He will pay! Oh
will he pay. I’ll kill the little bugger. Squash him like a bug I will!”
XXXXXXXXXXXXHPDMXXXXXXXXXXXX
There it is. Do you like it so far. Thank you for reading whoever and wherever
you are.
Tenari
***** Chapter 17 *****

Author's notes: Harry's finally back at school.
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Sorry for taking so long. I hope there are people still reading my story. Thank
you to my Beta Slythindor. Well here's the chapter, I hope you like it.
XXX Chapter Seventeen XXX
“Welcome my prince.”
“Hello Aggy.” said a certain snarky Slytherin to the gray haired, old naga
guarding the entrance of the meeting room. She towered above him in her half-
human form, her long albino tall boosting her to an inhuman and somewhat
intimidating hight.
As her mouth split into an amused grin Aggie began pushing open the giant metal
doors. “You may want to change.” suggested Aggie, with a speculating glance at
her prince. “They're having an official meeting in there.”
Snape nodded and paused for a moment. Soon a diamond-patterned tail began
emerging from beneath his robe. His eyes narrowed to slits as he slipped off
his robe to reveal that he wore only silver and jewels beneath it. He began to
rise as his tail reached its full length and soon he towered over Aggie. He
almost had to duck to enter the meeting room.
“My ssson.” came a greeting from the largest of the snake-tailed beings in the
room. His royal visage peered down from the ceiling and his mighty tail coiled
in several piles about the room. Severus's father was a proud and powerful boa
constrictor. The man looked no older than his son, but his face showed the
distinct features which proved his Snape linage. “Have you brought usss newsss
of the youngling ssspeaker?”
“Yesss Father.” said Severus, slurring more than the other man as he
familiarized himself with the use of a forked tongue. “It ssseemsss our work
with the sssnake-killer hasss been for naught. The youngling hasss left hisss
nessst. Our youngling ssspeaker hasss suffered cruelly at that egg thief'sss
jawsss. He ssstole and harmed the youngling'sss nessst mate.”
“Have you sssalvaged your relationsship with him at leassst my ssson? You are
to bring the youngling into our nessst and teach him our waysss if you are to
earn your placce on the throne.”
“Yesss, I have and I plan to reveal myssself sssoon.”
“Wonderful. I know you mussst leave soon, but you musst at least sshare a meal
with usss firssst. Your mother will be appalled at how ssskinny you are, sshe
may be human, but you can't live sssolely on their food. You have to eat some
decent meat every now and again.”
“I know father.” said Severus with a smile meant to be affectionate, but every
other naga in the room shuddered with fear for their future king. “I will
ssstay.”
“Lovely.” said his father. “We're having your favorite, sewer rat.”
XXXHPDMXXX
Harry woke soundlessly from a nightmare, even Draco's presence (he lay only a
few feet away) was not enough to save him from his terrors. He raised his wand
to his mouth and cast a quick healing charm, swallowing the blood from biting
his tongue to keep silent. He knew better than to scream. He knew he must not
wake anyone with his suffering. That only led to pain. Even the silencing
charms didn't make it safe to call out in fear. Tortured as he was with
memories of those he'd lost and those he wished he'd lost, nights were
sometimes agony.
Harry recast the charm that allowed him to see without his glasses and stepped
elegantly from his bed. He smiled gently in the direction of his sleeping
dragon. “Draco, it's time to get up.” chirped Harry cheerily as he pulled back
the curtains of Draco's bed.
Harry broke into a huge grin, wishing he had Colin's camera. His aristocratic
mate was curled up in bed hugging a worn dragon plushie. “Draco, it's time to
get up.”
Draco opened one eye and glared sleepily at him. When he opened the other eye
he realized what Harry was saying. “Tell anyone and I'll make you regret the
day you were born.” said Draco, hiding the stuffed dragon beneath his pillow.
Harry just grinned in an almost sinister manner and grabbed Draco's hand to
pull him out of bed. “you won't have time to get ready if you don't start now.
It only three hours until breakfast.” said Harry teasingly.
“Disregard whatever Pansy tells you, I only took that long once.”
“I haven't spoken with Pansy, I was only kidding.” harry grinned, he hadn't
believed Draco could really take that long.
“Than disregard what I said, nothing like that has ever happened.” Draco tried
and failed, to seem like he was telling the truth.
“of course.” said Harry, “But before you run off to the bathroom to get ready,”
said Harry as he pulled Draco down for a long kiss. Both boys were gasping for
breath when it was over but Harry still managed to speak. “Good morning.”
XXXHPDMXXX
Ron yawned sleepily as he sat up and looked around. He grinned, he and Harry
should- Oh, yeah, Harry was a Slytherin now. Ron had forgotten... He'd known of
Harry's plan of course, he'd figured it out. He'd always been good at strategy.
But it still hurt to know that he couldn't hang out with Harry anymore. Now
that Harry was in his true house, Slytherin, he wouldn't want to talk to Ron
anymore. Harry had always been a cautious Slytherin, even when it didn't show
and now he was among his own kind. He wouldn't want a reckless Gryffindor
friend anymore.
Ron sighed. The boys from the dorm had gotten together and talked the night
before. Deep down they had all known that Harry was truly a Slytherin, how
could they not after living with him for five years. They couldn't help hating
the Slytherins regardless and partly because, of that fact. How could those
bloody Slytherins steal their friend.
They even knew that that thought wasn't rational. The boys had made plans to be
friendly with the Slytherins from now on, with the exception of a few. The boys
would not let this end their friendship with Harry. If as good a person as
harry could be a Slytherin, they couldn't be all bad.
Ron chuckled darkly. The other houses would be shocked. The girls would be
shocked. Hell, even the boys outside their dorm would be shocked. Gryffindors
and especially this group, were not known for thinking or the ability to be
reasonable and to tell the truth, they hadn't been at first. No sooner had they
reached the dorm, then the sixth year boys started arguing. They started
jumping to conclusions immediately. Harry had been hexed. The sorting hat had
been hexed. It was Harry, it was a polyjuiced death eater. Potions, imperius,
curses, everything they could think of was blamed and then, finally, when
they'd run out of ideas, Ron spoke up. “He planned it. He wrote to me over the
summer and let me know he'd be a Slytherin this year.”
This of course led to more yelling and stupid ideas, but when they'd finally
calmed down, they'd decided to support Harry. If he thought that becoming a
Slytherin was the best idea than they'd let him. Hell, some of them started
coming up with half-baked plans of becoming Slytherins themselves. They'd
follow Harry to the center of the earth or the pits of hell (more commonly
known as Riddle Manor) if that's where he wanted to go. After five years in a
dorm with Harry they'd learned to trust his judgment.
Ron cast a tempus charm and gasped. 'Merlin, I'm gonna be late for class on the
first day back. There's not even time for breakfast.' Ron groaned and leapt
into action, dressing at an almost inhuman rate. He was a pro at such things,
he was always sleeping in, but usually he had Harry to- Harry. Ron paused for a
moment in sadness then rushed on recklessly. He had to hurry and get his
schedule or he wouldn't even know where to go. As he started down the stairs
toward the common room he heard Dumbledore's voice.
“All Gryffindors shall get an extra hour for breakfast because of the holdup
now.” Ron poked his head into the common room just in time to see Dumbledore
give a magnanimous grin before departing. The common room was filled with
Gryffindors. The students seemed sluggish, as though still tired, or under the
effects of a spell. Had someone form another house had gotten in and played a
trick this early in the year? They quickly returned to normal and Ron convinced
himself he'd only imagined it. “C'mon guys.” said Ron, slinging his arm around
Neville's shoulders and pulling him toward the portrait hole. Neville grinned,
but shrugged his arm off and they headed toward the great hall.
XXXHPDMXXX
Severus stalked across the front of the potions classroom, one hand behind his
back, one in the air in front of his, as though trying to grasp the almost
tangible attention of his still slytherin audience. “As such we can not use two
ingredients that contradict each other. Zabini, give an example of two opposing
ingredients.”
“Belladonna and Wormwood.”
“Fifteen points to Slytherin.” The classroom door creaked slowly open. “How
kind of you to join us. I see if have not been graced with an idiot free class
this year. Twenty points from Gryffindor.”
“But Dumbledore-”
'Would you like a detention as well?”
“No.” chorused the Gryffindors resentfully.
“No what?”
“No Sir.” snarled the boys.
Severus sneered at the Gryffindors. “What are you waiting for? Find a seat.”
Severus flicked his wand at the board and there appeared the directions for a
complex healing potion. He sat down at his desk and pulled out a “Potions
Annual”, his favorite magazine.
'Not again. Must they mention me in every issue?' thought Severus, secretly
pleased. As per usual, the editor of Potions Annual, know that it was his
favorite magazine, had requested of him a new innovation. After his work on the
wolfsbane potion they would not leave him alone.
Snape smiled faintly, although it undoubtedly looked like a sneer to most of
his students. A sound. Severus looked up to find the source. Plop, plop, plop.
“Longbottom, what are you doing?”
The boy was dropping what appeared to be belladonna in his cauldron. “Putting
in the next ingredient.
“You idiot.” Snape only just had time to throw up a shield around the cauldron
before the explosion started.
Fires blossomed in Neville's cauldron, destroying it and leaping up to kiss
Snape's shield.
When they were finished there was total silence in the classroom, for a moment
and then Snape started in on Neville. “Where?! Where does it say add
belladonna? This potion has a dragon's blood base you imbecile.”
“B- but wasn't it...”
“What? Tell me what you confused belladonna with. And try to claim you have
some measly amount of skill in herbology.
“Mint.” The word was little more than a whisper.
“MINT! A Hundred points from Gryffindor! You will also have detention with
Filch for a month and a forty inch paper on just how unalike mint and
belladonna are and another on why belladonna can't be used in a potion with
dragon's blood. What are you all looking at? Get back to work!” Snape sneered.
“There was a flurry of movement as they rushed to cater to their neglected
potions. There was a chorus of groans around the classroom as people looked
into their cauldrons only to find a sickly brown slop. Healing potions require
constant attention.
Harry consulted his book and began crushing several rose petals in an attempt
to return his potion to full potency, all the other talented students in the
room. In less than five minutes only a few on the Gryffindors were still
struggling to revive their potions.
“Look at him. He's already showing his true colors, the slimy snake.” said
Seamus scornfully. “No doubt he's fucking the greasy git for tutoring. You add
shrivel fig -bang- to basilisk tears -bang- to get a powerful -bang- healing
drought.” The other Gryffindor boys laughed scornfully. All except Ron, who was
shocked. Didn't they agree not to do that?
“Actually shrivel fig and basilisk tears create a mild toxin that when added to
elderberry will produce boils. You will join Mr. Longbottom in detention. And
I'll take a further 50 points for disrespecting a teacher.” said Snape with a
cold sneer. The boys showed reptilian qualities as they changed color more
quickly than any chameleon, first going white, followed quickly by red, than
oddly enough green with silver polka dots as a nonverbal curse was thrown at
them. “A wonderful improvement I'm sure.” said Snape grinning cruelly at the
now multicolored boys. He walked swiftly to his desk, taking a cursory glance
in Draco's cauldron as he went. “Twenty points to Slytherin.”
XXXHPDMXXX
“I thought we were supporting Harry?” said Ron to the other Gryffindor boys as
they headed out of the potions classroom. “Didn't we agree to that last night?
How come your making fun of him?”
“What are you talking about? We never said that. We voted in the common room
this morning. We all hate Harry.
“You voted? You mean when Dumbledore was there?”
“What do you mean, 'when Dumbledore was there', he's never been in our common
room.
“But I saw-” Ron stopped. He stopped talking, stopped walking, even stopped
breathing for a moment. 'Dumbledore?' thought Ron and suddenly he knew the
cheery old man could not be trusted, not about anything. “Oh, I must have been
dreaming.” he said aloud, smiling weakly at Seamus. Mentally he made plans to
find a certain Ravenclaw after class. Kyle would be very interested in this.
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Thanks for reading I hope you liked it. Any comments? I hope so, reviews
inspire me. I hope you're happy and well whoever and wherever you are.
Tenari Rose^^
***** Chapter 18 *****

Author's notes: The school year's started and the Gryffinodrs are acting funny.
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Sorry I haven't updated in so long... There's no excuse. And forgive me if
there are mistakes. My Beta quit and I'll read over it, but I may miss
something.... In general I'm sorry, but I hope you like it.
XXXHPDMXXX Chapter Eighteen XXXHPDMXXX
It was Friday. The week had been mostly fine, although the Gryffindors had been
even worse than Harry had thought they'd be. He'd known they'd hate him, but he
hadn't expected they'd go so far at every opportunity. In was only a week into
the year and the Gryffindors were already in the negatives in points. Even the
teachers who had always favored the Gryffindors could not ignore the appalling
behavior of the students. The Gryffindors had even begun hexing him in class,
in full view of the teachers. The only Gryffindor that had left Harry alone was
Ron, and he hadn't said a kind word to him since the year began.
Only Dumbledore had been truly tolerant of the Gryffindor's behavior though,
and although he had realized Dumbledore was not the kind person he'd always
believed him to be, Harry was still sad to have the proof of it.
Not only was Harry depressed, he was also frustrated. In the entire week Harry
had been living in the same dorm as his mate, they'd done little more than
kiss. No sooner would Harry's hands creep down to touch his mate then Draco
would rush off. He had a different excuse each time. He would suddenly remember
a detention or be very hungry. He was very clever about it, and his acting was
top notch, but as clever a Slytherin Draco was, so to was Harry and he had
quickly realized what Draco was doing. Harry decided to put all his practice at
acting like a Gryffindor to good use.
“Draco.” said Harry after their classes on Friday, sounding for all the world
like Pansy Parkinson. They were sitting in the common room and a few people
glanced up at the tone of Harry's voice. Though they had accepted their new
Slytherin with open, if somewhat reluctant arms, they were still not used to
the Golden Boy in their common room, especially not when he was acting like
Parkinson.
“Yes?” replied Draco warily.
“Why haven't we fucked yet?” There was an immediate response from everyone in
the vicinity, which is to say, they all fell out of their chairs. Even those
who knew that Harry and Draco were dating, and that was nearly everyone, hadn't
thought Harry was capable of asking something like that in the middle of the
common room.
“Harry!” scolded Draco shrilly, getting up from the floor.
“You've been avoiding me.” continued Harry. “We've only kissed and you run away
any time I try to do more. No one not included in the conversation was looking
at the boys, but that was only because they had turned their ears toward them
to better hear the conversation.
Draco glanced around. “Maybe we should have this conversation somewhere else.”
“Lead the way.” said Harry, gesturing to Draco. The other boy glared at him and
stalked off to find an abandoned classroom or other such place.
XXXHPDMXXX One Such Abandoned Classroom XXXHPDMXXX
“Weasley.” said a fair haired boy nodding to a ginger headed one.
“Kyle.” said Ron dispensing with formality. “Please be serious. It's taken a
week to set up this meeting and I don't want to waste time. The other
Gryffindors have already realized I don't hex Harry and I can't afford to bring
more attention to myself with strange absences.
“Ron then. Now you said in your letter that you have some insight on the
dramatic change in the lions' behavior?”
“You mean the Gryffindors?”
“Lions Ronald, lions. We must speak in code if we do not wish to be discovered.
“Because no one knows lions means Gryffindors.”
“Regardless.”
“Whatever. Yes I have some insight as you put it. Dumbledore's a bloody
traitor.”
“What?”
“He's the one who sicked all the Gryffindors, sorry all the lions on Harry.”
“What do you mean Wonka sicked all the lions on Osiris?”
“Wonka? Osiris?”
“Wonka is a psychotic muggle candy maker and Osiris is the Egyptian god of the
afterlife who just wouldn't die.”
“Well it's cleverer than lions at any rate.”
“Well, er, Wonka.... is forcing the lions to act like this. I'm pretty sure he
used imperio or something on them. The sixth year boys were all for supporting
Harry until he showed up in the common room the next day. He hexed them I know
it! I only heard a bit of what he said, but it was anti-Harry for sure.”
“What did you hear?”
“Well I didn't hear anything actually, but until he talked to them, they
weren't like that, and it was like they completely forgot our talk! Could it be
imperius?”
“Widespread imperio would be to difficult to maintain, but if he.... I'll have
to do some research, meet me again in a few days. I'll know more then.”
“You'd better head back to your dorm then. I'm a prefect, but if you're caught
out after hours you could be in major trouble, especially with Wonka's growing
suspicion of Ravens.
XXXHPDMXXX In the Hall Outside XXXHPDMXXX
A blond haired girl stepped away from the door, humming to herself as her
radish earrings swayed to the rhythm of her footsteps.
XXXHPDMXXX In a Slightly More Private Classroom XXXHPDMXXX
“Draco.”
“Don't say anything yet.” Draco cast several locking and silencing spells.
“Paranoid are we?”
“You'd be too if you had Lucius Malfoy for a father.”
“Well I have Sirius Black for a godfather and you don't see me putting up a
dozen silencing spells to talk about sex.”
“No, you just blurt it out in the middle of the common room.”
“Worried about the ickle firsties?”
“I don't want my private business all over the school. By morning the whole
school will know we haven't had sex and you're complaining about it. There will
be at least a dozen explanations why.” Draco started pacing, practically
growling in frustration. “Why did you have to do something so- so Gryffindor?”
“Because it was the Slytherin thing to do.”
“What?!”
“If I had asked you in private you'd have just avoided the question, but now if
you don't answer me you know I'll do things to fuel even more rumors. It's not
like I'm not used to them.” Harry's cynical grin struck a chord in Draco.
“It's because we're not bonded yet.” said Draco, admitting defeat. He looked
away sullenly.
“What? I know for a fact you've had sex with plenty of people you're not
married to. Hell, half the common room claims to have had an affair with you.”
“That's different. I'm a Slytherin, and a pure blood at that. Having a dozen or
so affairs before I settle down in practically expected. But the one I'm going
to bond with is different. You're my mate, not just some sleazy Slytherin I'll
fuck once or twice and forget. This is special.”
“That would be sweet, extremely sweet in fact, if not for the fact that your
whole little speech sums up to no sex till we're married.”
“Bonded. We're wizards Harry, not muggles.”
“Bonded, married, it all adds up to some affair that wont happen for months and
you haven't even proposed yet.”
“Of course I..... I haven't?” the shock on Draco's face would have amused Harry
if he wasn't still caught up on the 'no sex' thing.
“I can't believe I've been so remiss. Forgive me Harry.” Draco dropped to one
knee. “I, Draco Lucius Malfoy formally request the hand of Harry James Potter
in bondage.”
“Ooh, kinky.”
“Harry, this is serious.”
“Well of course I accept, how am I gonna get into you're pants otherwise?”
“Harry!”
“Just kidding, you know I love you you ponce.”
“I'm beginning to wonder if I feel the same.”
“You do, do you?” Harry leapt at Draco and began a massive tickle onslaught!
“Take this, and this! How do you feel about me now? Huh? Huh?”
In a few short moments Draco was caught between laughing and gasping for air,
and so he decided to turn the tables. Draco pushed Harry off of him so that his
wayward mate landed with a soft thump on the classroom floor. He followed after
him and pinned him there with both of Harry's hands held by a single one of his
over his head. Draco's grin was positively evil. “I feel-” he said, tickling
Harry with his free hand, “like you are entirely to clever for you're own
good.”
“Harry began squirming under Draco, trying to escape the tickling, and then
suddenly it stopped. Harry looked up at Draco's face and his breath caught.
Draco's eyes were staring back at him, filled with desire. All Harry's blood
rushed to his groin as he realized Draco was pressed intimately against him. He
licked his lips.
Draco's eyes followed the action as he mimicked it, his own pink tongue swiping
across his full bottom lip. Draco leaned down, his eyes locked on Harry's lip
as he got closer, then, suddenly, he wrenched himself away, getting off Harry
completely. “We have to stop.”
“We can't even kiss?”
“Not with me lying on top of you. Not while we're alone. I want you to much.”
He gave Harry a final, pained look and left the classroom.
Harry stayed behind, fuming and wondering if he'd be able to walk far enough to
get to a cold shower.
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Sorry for the wait, and the brevity. I'll try to work on it more. Thank you to
everyone who reviewed, you inspire me. (I'm sorry, ignore the corniness.) I
hope you're well, whoever and where ever you are.
Tenari Rose
***** Chaoter 19 *****

Author's notes: Dumbeldore's plotting something bad.
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So.... I realize I haven't updated in ages..... And I doubt anyone will want to
read this anymore, but I will type it up anyways because someone reviewed the
other day and it made me happy. So heres the next chapter.
XXXHPDMXXX Chapter Nineteen XXXHPDMXXX
So Harry thought he could be a Slytherin did he? He'd see. They'd all see. It's
for the greater good after all. It'll start soon and then they'll see. “Ginny.”
She wasn't perfect but she'd have to do. He'd had to sacrifice his other pawn
after all.
He spoke. “Ginny my dear, it's lovely to see you. Now why on Earth did you
arrange this little meeting?” 'Stupid girl.'
“It's Harry, Headmaster.” 'Isn't it always?' “You promised me him. How can he
be mine if he's in Slytherin?”
“Yes, about that my child. I'm sorry to say that Harry has fallen in love with
another girl. I suspect the use of a love potion, but I can't prove anything.”
“Who?! Who stole my Harry?” demanded Ginny angrily.
“I shouldn't tell you, it's not really your concern. But I've come to think of
you as a granddaughter. The girl is Millicent Bulstrode.” He hadn't of course,
but the girl dark and not wealthy, she'd be perfect.
Ginny's eyes went dark. “Thank you Headmaster. I should be going. Lunch has
already started.”
Dumbledore grinned as Ginny stepped distractedly out of his office. 'Millicent
should be heading up the corridor now. I'll give it two minutes and then I'll
step out to referee.' Fawkes shuddered as a cruel laugh crept from Dumbledore's
mouth.
'That Bitch. That filthy little whore. How dare she take him. He's mine.
Dumbledore promised he was. As soon as he kills He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named we'll
settle down and have three children, two boys and a girl. They'll all be in
Gryffindor and on the Quidditch team. She can't take Harry! She can't!'
Footsteps echoed from down the hall.
XXXHPDMXXX Down the Hall XXXHPDMXXX
Millicent came from a traditionally neutral family but the Slytherin sixth
years had stuck together through all the chaos of the recent years and she knew
she would stand with them, whoever they chose to side with. It was hard these
days to know exactly who that was though. Draco's relationship with Potter had
them all guessing. Most of Slytherin had figured out the reason for Draco's
reluctance to go farther with Potter. Those who hadn't were part of the lower
families or incapable of believing such a thing. A Malfoy and a Potter! Such a
union had not occurred in centuries!
As lost in thought as Millicent was, she failed to notice the red-head with her
wand out in the middle of the hall. She wondered why she'd been called to see
Dumbledore and those thoughts tangled with her confusion about alliances and
betwixt the two she was only a few feet from Weasley before she noticed the
girl.
She barely had time to raise her wand before the first hex was thrown. In an
unprecedented show of competence from the Weasley girl, the spells were silent
and it was only due to rumor she'd heard about the Weasley that she recognized
the infamous Bat Boogey Hex. The spell was so quick she barely had time to
dodge. Her mind raced, thinking of shields and counter spells, but before she
could summon one to mind the Weasley girl threw another hex. Already against
the wall there was only one direction Millicent could dodge and she ran right
into Weasley's trap. She dodged into a tripping jinx. No sooner had she hit the
ground then she was hit with Petrificus Totalus. Millicent was completely at
the other girls mercy and without even casting a spell of her own.
Ginny stood in front of the girl she believed had stolen her future. The girls
eyes were wide with shock and fear as Ginny grinned over her cruelly. “What
luck. I've only just found out and I already have you alone and defenseless.”
She raised her wand and spoke the words she'd found in Hermione's spell book
and Millicent's world went black.
XXXHPDMXXX In Dumbledore's Office XXXHPDMXXX
Albus grinned. He had underestimated the girl. Bulstrode was gone without a
trace. “Twenty points from Slytherin.” The girl had missed their meeting after
all.
XXXHPDMXXX That Night in the Slytherin Boys' Dorm XXXHPDMXXX
A hand wrapped around his throat. It squeezed hard. He couldn't breathe.
Another stroked his member. “Please no!” he cried, somehow able to speak
despite his choking.
“You like that don't you, you Freak. You get off on it you little faggot.”
“No!'' He gasped. But it was true, his uncles hand had gotten him hard. He was
as disgusting as the man believed.
“See. You want it. That's why I do it. It's your fault Freak. Your fault.”
“No Uncle, Please stop! No!”
His Uncle's hands released him long enough to get a new grip. This time around
his waist. He flipped him over on his knees and pushed his legs apart. Harry
tried to lift his hands to fight but they felt like lead weights. He couldn't
move.
“You want this don't you freak?”
“No Uncle! Please no!” A hand slammed into the side of his head. His vision
dimmed. He started to slump.
“Don't think you're getting away that easily.” His uncle drove eight short
nails into his back, pressing until they drew blood. The sweat, his uncles and
his own, made the cuts sting and his vision cleared as he cried out in pain.
Sausage-like fingers parted his cheeks and he bit down on his lip until it too
bled.
“You want this don't you, Freak.”
“Yes, Uncle.” He sobbed, knowing any other reply would only earn him another
blow to the head.
“That's right.” replied his uncle cruelly and suddenly he was being split open.
He screamed! “Harry. Harry. Harry!” His uncle grunted.
“No!” He cried, clamping his hands over his ears.
A hand jerked his own away from his ear. The voice changed. “Harry. Harry, wake
up.” His old room fell away and he woke up in the Slytherin dorm. A sigh of
relief escaped. It was only a dream.
“What was that?!” Demanded Draco.
“A nightmare.” Breathed Harry.
“About what? You were screaming Harry. You woke up everyone.”
Harry looked around at the faces in his dorm. “I'm sorry. I should have put up
a silencing charm.” said Harry, running his hand through his hair.
“Harry!” Reprimanded Draco. “How could you be so calm about this? You bit your
lip so hard it's bleeding!”
Harry licked his lip to clean the blood off.
“This isn't the Gryffindor Dorm.” said a voice from a nearby bed. It was
Blaise. “You don't hide stuff like this in Slytherin. Suffering stoically isn't
conducive to survival.”
“It's nothing.” said Harry, drawing back from all the peering faces, “I'm
fine.”
“You're not.” claimed Blaise. “What was it about? Who?”
“Voldemort. The graveyard.” Harry claimed, looking away. He knew it was stupid.
He knew he should keep looking at Blaise, stare him straight in the eyes, or
else look down instead, but Blasie was watching him with such penetrating eyes
that he was unable to stop himself. The graveyard was the perfect excuse,
everyone knew about it thanks to the Quibbler, but he couldn't help but betray
his own lie with his actions.
“Who was it really?” Blaise asked quietly.
“No one!” yelled Harry. He wrapped his arms around himself. “Just leave me
alone!”
Blaise rose and went to the fire. Unlike the Gryffindor Dorms the Slytherins
had a fireplace in every room. It was necessary to keep the dungeons warm. He
grabbed a pot off the mantle and took out a small handful of powder. Blasie had
taken the job of caring for the Slytherin boys after Professor Snape had helped
him through his own problems. “Professor Snape's Quarters.”
Harry stared in confusion. “What are you doing?”
“Just a moment.” said Blaise.
Harry peered through the fire. There stood a small stool in front of two large
armchairs. Did people often call Snape's fire in the middle of the night? A
door opened at the end of the room and Snape appeared in a long black dressing
gown. He strode to the fire and sat elegantly on the small stool. He was indeed
often called during the night. Problems couldn't wait in a house of such
cunning individuals. A million things could change in a night and problems had
to be dealt with as soon as possible.
“Zabini, who is it?”
“Potter, sir.”
Harry had suspected the fire call was about him, but had not actually believed
Blasie would call Snape in the middle of the night because he had a nightmare.
A surprised look crossed Snape's face. Surely not! But Blaise wouldn't call him
over nothing. “The Dark Lord?”
“He claims so, sir.”
The emphasis on claims made Severus certain it wasn't so. He thought a moment.
If Potter was in his sixth year and still having nightmares than this couldn't
wait. “Stand back.”
Blaise scrabbled backwards as Snape came through the fire.
Severus glanced over at Potter, the boy was cowering in bed defensively. His
arms were wrapped around himself and a drop of blood was dripping down his
chin. He glared at Severus.
“Boy.” Started Severus, not wanting to remind Potter of his previous behavior.
He stopped when Harry flinched.
Something dawned on him as he recalled the fail Occlumency lessons. He drew his
wand. “Legilimens.” It was harder, as he knew it'd be. Nagas were natural
occlumens. Images flashed by in his mind. It was as if time were flowing
backwards. He watched himself step back into the fire. He watched Blaise
speaking to Harry. He felt fear and anger. Ah, the dream. Severus was shocked.
Rape? He hadn't believed it was possible. It was too much. He knew the shock
showed on his face. He ended the spell, disguising his emotions as he did.
Potter wasn't glaring at him anymore. He wasn't even looking at him. His eyes
were squeezed closed and he was shaking.
“B- Potter. Potter!” Harry just closed his eyes more firmly. He couldn't open
his eyes. He couldn't see the disgust on Snape's face. He knew Snape already
knew he was a freak. He had just never seen the proof of it before. If he had
been better, if he had never tempted his Uncle then he wouldn't have-
'Potter open your eyes!”
Harry's eyes snapped open and instantly found Snape's face. He found sternness
there, but no disgust... only, caring... But that wasn't possible. This was
Snape. Snape hated him.
“It wasn't real. It was just a nightmare. It never happened.” Words tumbled out
of his mouth in a rush. Fear shone obviously in his features.
“I don't believe that.”
“It didn't happen!” Harry yelled.
“It did.”
“He wouldn't do that!”
“He did. He abused you.”
“I wasn't abused!”
“He should never have done that.”
His shaking grew more pronounced as Harry looked away. “I deserved it.”
“You didn't deserve it. You didn't deserve any of what happened to you.”
“You don't know!” cried Harry, his eyes growing wide. “You don't know anything
about it! Know one does!”
“He does now.” said Draco, putting his hand on his mates shoulder. Even in his
fear, his mates hand calmed Harry.
“Come to my office tomorrow after class. We need to talk. If you won’t talk to
me then I'll have to tell someone else so you can talk to them.
Harry's mind raced. He couldn't let anyone else know what a freak he was. “I'll
come.”
Snape left back through the fire and Harry remained, his thoughts swirling
around in his mind.
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I doubt you're still interested, but I"ve typed it up anyways. I hope you liked
this chapter. I hope your happy whoever and whereever you are.
Tenari Rose ^_^
***** Chapter 20 *****

Author's notes: Everyone finds out Millicent's missing.
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So I haven't updated in forever. I apologize. There's not much I can say beyond
that. I haven't given up on my story and I'll do my best not to until it's
finished at least. With that in mind enjoy...
XXXHPDMXXX Chapter Twenty XXXHPDMXXX
Unaware of the event unfolding on the other side of the castle Harry fretted
for his future. His thoughts spun in a rapid and destructive cycle.
'Snape already used Legilimency on me, he'll do it again if my answers don't
satisfy him. Oh why did he have to notice now? It's not as if it matters, I'm
free of them now. He's only bringing up unpleasant thoughts.'
'And what if he tells? He's always known what a freak I am. I know that's why
he always treated me as such, but what if he tells others? What if he tells
Draco? Draco already wont touch me, and he hasn't even seen what a monster I
am, with fangs and inhuman eyes. If he knew I was a freak as well he'd never
touch me and I cannot live without him, not now.'
'These monster eyes see his radiance like never before. His smell consumes my
senses and his taste still lingers on my tongue. How can I take the chance of
Snape turning him from me before we've even bonded. It's to horrible to
consider. I'd return to the Dursleys' before I'd let that happen. But if I
don't go to Snape it will confirm his suspicions. I know he'll tell others if I
disobey him. He said as much and Snape is nothing if not a man of his word.'
thought Harry bitterly.
He glanced up from his musings as the dormitory door opened. A face peeked
inside.
“Ah Potter, you're awake.” whispered Pansy. “Have you seen Millicent? She went
out to meet Dumbledore but should have been back by now.”
Harry, glad of the interruption from his thoughts, replied enthusiastically at
the thought of another late night adventure. “ I haven't seen her, but if
you'll let me get my cloak we can search the halls.”
Still unsure of what to make of the boy her friend so dearly loved, Pansy
replied uncertainly. “What if we get seen?” Harry pulled his invisibility cloak
from his trunk and wrapped it his shoulders.
“Come on, we're both small so we should fit.”
Pansy recognized the cloth almost instantly. “Dammit.”
“What?” asked Harry.
“I owe Blaise a Galleon. I never should have bet on a potion. Not with your
grades anyway.”
“Hey, my potion grade's already much better this year and I've only had a week
to work on it.”
Pansy laughed and approached Harry, still speaking softly to avoid waking the
others. “At least my guess wasn't as bad as Draco's,” she said, slipping the
cloak over her shoulder as well.
“What did he guess?” asked Harry, linking arms with Pansy to more easily keep
pace with the girl.
“He bet you'd need a time turner to get up to all your mischief.”
Harry bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud. “You owe him a Galleon as
well.”
“A time turner and an invisibility cloak? Isn't that a bit much Potter?”
“Call me Harry, and it was only third year. I'll tell you about it if you
want.”
“Do tell, I love a juicy bit of gossip.”
Harry just laughed.
XXXHPDMXXX
Millicent was nowhere to be found. Even the Marauder’s Map could not reveal her
whereabouts. Pansy was panicking, but Harry was, in some small measure, happy.
Snape wouldn't waste time on him if there was a more pressing emergency, He
knew he couldn't appear before Snape thinking like that though, the man would
pick apart his brain before he had a chance to blink, much less try to clear
his mind.
“I'll check one more time near the Headmaster's office.” volunteered Harry when
Pansy suggested it was past time to inform Professor Snape.
Suspicion had been growing in Pansy for days, Potter's behavior was nothing
short of odd, one minute he'd be happy enough and the next he'd be on the verge
of panic, fidgeting as if fighting off the urge to flee. Pansy had dismissed
her concerns previously. Potter's avoidance of Professor Snape cinched it
though. The Golden Boy danced circles around even the most threatening of
Slytherins, the only reason such a confident boy would avoid their Head of
House was an appointment with him. “You can't avoid Professor Snape forever,
and honestly you shouldn't, it's generally a bad idea.” said Pansy as she
headed off to find the teacher in question.
Harry stared after the girl, a chill seeming to run directly to his core. He
shook it off. She couldn't know. She was just guessing. As long as he didn't
confirm it'd be fine. The Slytherins had gone from hating him to confused. Some
of the hate was just left over. She didn't really know what he was. He
shuddered. Harry forced the thoughts from his head and concentrated instead on
the missing Slytherin girl. 'Perhaps she has a boyfriend in another house? If
she spent the night in Ravenclaw then this is a lot of wasted effort. Draco
might know.' Harry raced toward the Slytherin dungeons.
XXXHPDMXXX
Draco was languishing in bed. He was thinking about the dream he'd just had.
Harry and him had been fighting over something silly and he'd gotten angry.
He'd pushed the smaller boy up against the wall and proceeded to ravage him.
Draco sighed happily, almost tasting his mates lips on his own. He imagined
walking over to the boys bed and giving him a very nice wake up call. He
grinned at the thought.
He was torn from his musings as the dorm door flew open, waking everyone in it.
In a split second a number of wands were pointed at the already vacant door,
and Draco, who had sat straight up at the noise, had a lap full of Harry.
“Hi.” said Harry happily.
Draco glared down at the brunette.
Blaise groaned and rolled over blocking out the early morning light with his
pillow. The other boys followed suit.
“Well aren't you going to say good morning?”
Draco massaged his temples.
Harry grinned. “I know what will put you in a good mood.” Harry's arms snaked
around Draco's neck, pulling him down for a lingering kiss.
Draco growled and pulled Harry closer for a bruising kiss.
“Told you.” said Harry pulling back.
Draco, unprepared to let his wayward mate off so quickly, started to pull him
back in.
“Wait.” interrupted Harry.
Draco growled,
“It's important.” Harry insisted. “Is Millicent dating anyone?”
Draco saw red, he pulled Harry back in for a possessive kiss.
Harry, realizing how his words had seemed, pulled away to explain. “I'm not
asking because I like her. She's gone missing.”
“Good.” said Draco, trying to kiss the boy again.
“Draco.” Harry scolded. “Our housemate is missing. Gone. No one can find her.
Does she have an out of house boyfriend she could be spending the night with?”
“What?” asked Draco, snapping out of his jealous rage. “ Um, no, she's dating
Theo.”
“Huh?” Groaned the boy, hearing his name, “Wha-”
“When's the last time you saw Millicent?”
“Mmm, Millie?” he said, rubbing his head. “At the feast last night, why?”
“She went to see Dumbledore and she's not back yet.” said Harry warily.
“Parkinsons' gone to tell Snape.”
“Millie's missing!” shouted Theo, fully awake at the realization. His
exclamation made the few boys who had fallen back asleep bolt up again.
“What?” asked Blaise, glaring sleepily at the Slytherins.
“Millie's missing.” said Crabbe from across the room. He'd been awake from the
start.
“Since when?” asked one of the boys.
“Last night.” said Harry. “She had a meeting with the Headmaster and never came
back.”
“Dumbledore.” sneered Theodore.
“Don't make accusations until you have all of the facts.” warned Blaise,
“Remember last time?”
Theo nodded reluctantly.
“Anyone have a problem with Millie?” asked Goyle gruffly.
“No.” Draco denied. “She keeps pretty much to herself. Even the Gryffindors
don't bother her much.”
“Let's not blow this out of proportion.” reasoned one of the Slytherins. “She
may still show up for breakfast.”
“And if not, Pansy's already telling Snape.” reminded Harry.
“Easy for you to say. It's not your girlfriend missing.” snarled Theo, climbing
out of bed. He pulled on a cloak and set off, presumably to search for his
girlfriend.
Blaise groaned at the sound of the slamming door. “That's it! I am up and in a
terrible mood.” he snarled.
“I know what would put you in a better mood.” claimed Harry, oddly cheery now
that he was with Draco.
“Not likely.” claimed Blaise.
“Not even winning a bet?”
“Huh?”
“Pansy owes you a Galleon. I do not use an invisibility potion to get into
mischief.”
Blaise grinned.
“She owes you one too, Draco.”
“A Time Turner? Really? I meant that as a joke.”
“Let's just say Granger was very busy third year.”
“Just third year? How'd you get into so much mischief the rest of the time?”
“The same way my dad did. You could say it runs in the family.” Harry giggled.
“I certainly hope not.” came a dark voice from the door. Harry stiffened. “It
wouldn't do to have any more wild animals running around.” Harry's face went
blank. “Well Potter?”
“Well what, sir?”
“Are you an animagus?”
“No sir.”
“I suppose it's a lost cause now. There's no way he'll explain in front of a
teacher.” said a Slytherin sulkily.
“Indeed.” replied Severus, before turning toward the bulk of the room.
“I've spoken to Parkinson and Nott. Does anyone know anything about the
disappearance of Bulstrode?”
“Potter told us about it.” volunteered Crabbe.
“I don't know anything Parkinson doesn't.” interrupted the boy.
“Why did she come to you for help? I would have thought she'd have gone to Mr.
Nott or Malfoy.”
“She didn't specifically search for me, I was already awake.”
“She said you were adamant about her not being in any classrooms, bathrooms or
other places she mentioned, without haven't searched them first. Have you
become a seer Mr. Potter?”
“Feel free to check if you don't trust me.”
“How do you know she's not there?” demanded Snape.
Harry pulled out his map, his eyes cast down submissively.
Snape recognized the parchment. “How are insults of assistance in finding
someone?”
Harry pulled the parchment close and whispered the password underneath his
breath. Everyone leaned close to try and hear what he was saying and leaned
back just as quickly when the map burst suddenly to life.
Snape held out his hand and Harry reluctantly placed the heirloom in it. With
some careful observation Snape quickly realized what the parchment contained
and began scanning it for the girl's name.
“It doesn't show the Chamber of Secrets, but you have to be a Parselmouth to
get in there, or the room of requirement, but we already checked there. I
thought we should wait to see if she showed up before we started checking the
ways out of school. Filch knows these four so no one really uses them. This
ones caved in but we could check behind the mirror anyways, I don't know how
far in it's collapsed. This one's under the Whomping Willow and only a few
people know the secret so I doubt she be there.
This one leads into the cellar of Honeydukes, but it's closed at night so maybe
it's a possibility.”
“How many other know the passageways Potter?”
“Most of the Weasleys, maybe a few Gryffindors and anyone who's discovered them
on their own.”
“What's the Willow's secret?”
“If you touch a certain knot it freezes.” Goyle snickered.
“And how do you propose we check the other passages?”
“There's passwords.” said Harry, checking the fourth floor passage. “This ones
on the fourth floor behind a mirror, see here's the password. The Honeydukes
passage is behind the statue of the one-eyed crone. The password is, er,
Dissendium .”
The Slytherin boys stared on in awe,
“I'll have to check the Whomping Willow passage myself because it would be hard
to find the right knot if you haven't seen it before.”
Snape nodded. “Crabbe, Goyle, you head to the fourth floor. Zabini, Malfoy, you
take Honeydukes, check the locks for signs of magical tampering. Potter, come
with me, I'll need to see the knot for myself. As for your map-” Harry
stiffened. “I'd better not catch you using it without my supervision.”
“Yes Professor.” Harry said in a monotone, pocketing his map with a whispered
“Mischief managed.”
XXXHPDMXXX
Upon arriving at the Whomping Willow Harry started searching the ground.
“What are you looking for?”
“A stick long enough to poke the knot without coming in range of the branches.”
“You're a wizard. If something doesn't work transfigure it.”
“Oh yeah.” A quick transfiguration later and Harry was strolling down the
passageway to the Shrieking Shack, hoping the silence they had maintained
during their walk to the Willow would continue.
“Where does this lead Potter?”
He hoped in vain. “You don't remember?”
“Should I?”
“Third year. Sirius kidnapped Ron to get a hold if Pettigrew. You followed us
into the Willow. Don't you recall.”
“I followed you down a dimly lit corridor and into a destroyed room. There were
no signs announcing where exactly it was.”
“The Shrieking Shack.”
“Why would anyone build a passage to an abandoned house.”
“It was for Remus.”
The professor stiffened at the mention of the werewolf and the memory and
realization of where he was. “This is where he-”
“Yeah. That's why there's so many rumors of this place being haunted. The
destruction and howling frightened people I suppose.”
“And rightly so. The fact that the Headmaster allowed a werewolf to attend
school with innocent children is abhorrent.” spat Snape venomously.
Harry said nothing and pushed open the door that led to the shrieking shack. He
hated that the man talked about Moony like that, but he couldn't blame him, at
least not while he stood in the place where he had almost died.
The sight greeted the two men was ghastly. Strung to the ceiling by two poorly
transfigured chains, hung Millicent, dried blood crusted to her wrists and
marked across the face and arms with bruises and cuts. She had passed out but
even so her face was twisted as if in terrible pain.
Snape wasted no time in freeing the girl, who fell to the ground with a pained
cry. Sweeping his injured Slytherin into his arms, Snape strode back down the
corridor, leaving Harry to trail behind him.
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I took forever to get here, but this was the next chapter. I have some ideas
for the next one but I don't know how long it will take me to write it. I hope
that anyone reading this is happy and well, whoever and where ever they are.
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