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Draken Blood	By : Morbid_and_Sexy Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 32660 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 11
Disclaimer: I don't own HP, and never will. Permission to write this take on Dracken life was given by Starlight Mass. I make no money by writting this story. Harry's future kids and the OCs are strictly mine.

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A/N: I'm writing my version of Starlight Massacre's "The Rise of the Drakens". Don't worry, I have her permission. I just thought I'd write a story where the situation between Harry and Dumbledore is a little different. (This is also on Fanfiction, under my SevLoverKat penname)

Pairings: Harry/multi, Ginny/Dean, Neville/Luna

Bashing: RON, DUMBLEDORE, *slight* Ginny and Molly bashing

Warning: some slash, some non slash, some violence. Surprise for Harry!

Disclaimer: No, I'm not J.K. I'm just a poor 22yr old. I don't own Harry Potter. I only own this Idea, and the children Harry will have.

Chapter 1: The-Boy-Who-Was-Late

Harry ran up the steps to the front doors of the school. Pushing open on of the doors, he hurried inside. He shut the door and ran to the right where the doors to the Great Hall were. He opened a door and walked in. Everyone turned and stared. Harry's black hair had grown a bit over the summer, and it flopped into his emerald eyes. He was pink-cheeked and red-lipped from his run. The whispers started as he walked up to the head table. Harry stood in front of one Albus Dumbledore, leader of the light and Headmaster of Hogwarts, and said, "I'm sorry I'm late, Headmaster. I was detained, and was unable to get word to you."

"That's quite alright, my boy." Dumbledore said, with a twinkle in his eye. "Could you come by my office after supper? I'm especially fond of Black Liqourice."

"I'm sure that will be fine." Harry replied faking a smile that only Snape, Pomfrey, McGonnagal could tell was fake. Harry asked, "Um, Professor. Is it ok if I request a resort?"

The twinkle left Dumbledore's eyes as students and teachers alike whispered about Harry's wish to be resorted. Dumbledore's voice was soft when he said, "Harry, my boy, please rethink this. Why would you want to do this?"

Harry's eyes flashed with anger. "I will not rethink this! You have been manipulating my life since before I was born. You place me with muggles that hate magic. They wanted to get rid of me since the morning they found me, but you had told them that I had to stay there. You said I'd be safe there, but I wasn't. Sure, death eaters couldn't get me there, but those so-called 'blood wards' did not protect me from those muggles." Harry took a much-needed breath, and continued, "As for why I want a resort, I think it's about time I made my own decisions about my life. When I was eleven, someone told me that there wasn't a witch or wizard who went bad that wasn't in Slytherin. I'm ashamed to say that the person who said that influenced my choice when I was first sorted. You see, the sorting hat wanted to put me in Slytherin, but I begged it not to. That was the wrong decision. From now on, I won't let someone else's prejudice influence what I do."

Dumbledore stared at the sixteen-year-old with an open mouth. Then he looked at the other professors. He noticed that Severus and Minerva were looking at the boy with confusion. Dumbledore turned back to Harry. "Very well, Harry." he said.

No sooner that Dumbledore said that, the Sorting Hat appeared on Harry's head. The hat said aloud for all to hear, "Finally, Potter. I've been waiting, you know. You should have listened to me. Then we wouldn't be in this mess. SLYTHERIN!"

The Sorting Hat disappeared, and Harry turned around. He saw Ron's expression, and knew that Ron would be difficult. Harry walked over to where Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table and asked her, "Moine? Would you like to sit with me?"

Hermione set down the goblet she was about to drink from, and stood up. "Sure, Harry." she said, looking down at him. She was now 5'11", and easily one of the tallest girls in Hogwarts. Hermione followed Harry to the Slytherin table and sat beside him. "So, how come you're a month late getting to Hogwarts?"

Harry sighed. "Long story short, my relatives left me in Japan after killing Hedwig and burning my things. I did get to save my wand, the album Hagrid gave me first year, the invisibility cloak, and the map." Harry gave Hermione a half smile. "So, why is there an empty seat at the Head Table?"

"Professor Dumbledore got Horace Slughorn to teach Potions, while Professor Snape took over D.A.D.A." She frowned. "Slughorn left yesterday, so Professor Snape will take back his old post of Potions teacher. Frankly, he's much better than Slughorn, even if he is mean to other houses to compensate for the discrimination of Slytherin students."

"Why, thank you Miss Granger for that compliment. Although, I am surprised that you feel that way." said a silky voice behind Hermione and Harry.

Harry scowled up at Snape. "Why wouldn't she feel that way? Anyone with half a brain and eyes can see that you care for your snakes." Then he saw the look on Snape's face, and lowered his head.

Hermione frowned again, and said, "Of course!" She quickly wrote a letter and folded it. "I'll drop this by the Owlry on the way to the Gryffindor dorms." she said more to herself than anyone else.

Harry turned to Draco. "Um, Malfoy. Could you wait for me at the entrance to the dungeons, so that when my meeting with Dumbledork is over I can get the password?"

Draco stared at Harry for a second, before nodding. "Sure, Potter." His silver eyes scrutinized Harry's face, before he went back to eating.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and shrugged, before they too began to eat. Supper flew by, and as everyone left the Great Hall, Harry saw Draco stop at the entrance to the dungeons. Harry ran until he got to the gargoyle that guarded the moving staircase to Dumbledore's office. "Black Liqourice." he said, and it jumped to the side. Not waiting for the staircase to take him up, Harry ran up them. He was about to knock, when he heard a voice from within.

"Come in, Harry." said Dumbledore. Harry walked inside, and Dumbledore bade him to sit. "Surely you are asking yourself why I wanted to speak to you. Well, as you know, we need someone to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. Given your talents, you're the best for the job. Will you take it?" Blue eye twinkled merrily.

"May I have a few days to think about it?"

"Of course, my boy, of course." Dumbledore smiled.

Harry left, and met with Draco. "Thanks, Malfoy." Draco's eyebrow rose, as if to ask what the meeting was about, and Harry shook his head. They made it to a portrait, and Harry heard Draco whisper the password.

"Dancing Dragons."

How did you like the first chapter? Can anyone guess what Hermione wrote in the letter? And why? Butterbeer to those who guess correctly! Rate and Review!
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