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DNA Mishap	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30489 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 17
Disclaimer: If I wrote Harry Potter...believe me, you'd know the difference. But I don't so props to Rowling and I DON'T make any cash from this

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The goblin stood his tallest to begin his speech. "It sadness me greatly to have to inform everyone of this matter, but it is my job." Griphook took a deep breath. "You already know this, Mr. Malfoys, Mr. Snape. But to the rest of you, it is my duty to tell you of the actions of one Mr. Albus Dumblerdore, a Mr. Ronlad Weasley, and also one Ms. Ginerva Weasley."

All eyes turned to the guilty trio. Most were filled with curiosity, others with suspicion. Harry, Snape and Draco's eyes were filled with hate and anger. Griphook continued.

"Concerning one Mr. Albus Dumbledore, the following convictions have found you guilty: thievery of one Mr. Harry Malfoy's inheritance of the Potter vault, deception to Gringgotts of your relations to one Mr. Harry Malfoy, blatant refusal of the wishes of one Mr. and Mrs. Potter's will by the action of sending one Mr. Harry Malfoy to his wizard-hating Muggle relations, and the bribery of those same Muggles to abuse one Mr. Harry Malfoy during his stay-"

"What?!"Many shouts were heard at the mention of abuse towards Harry, but the loudest was Draco's. The blond was standing, his face twisted with fury and his eyes blazing with his barely controlled wrath. He shook as his veela attempted to break free.

Snape was still sitting, but his hands were clenched tightly on the arms of his chair, till his knuckles turned whiter than usual and the arms of his chair creaked in protest. His onyx eyes glittered with many restrained death threats he wanted to spout at the old man. His aura emitted danger and everyone-save Harry and Draco-backed away from the Potions Master.

Note to self: Never truly get on Snape's bad side. Harry thought absently as he stared at Griphook. He was suspecting that Dumbledore would have done something along those lines, but it still came as a shock to Harry to find out a man who he greatly admired would do something so...wrong.

Okay, maybe it was a bit suspicious of Dumbledore to send him back to the Dursley's. 'For his safety' Dumbledore claimed, 'Because of the blood wards.' he always said when asked. But Harry believed that he could have stayed at Hogwarts, which was supposed to be the safest place in all of wizard Britain. It never added up.

"I ought to kill you!" Harry was jolted from his thoughts by Draco's vehement outburst. He looked up to see his brother restrained by Snape, all the Weasley men present-minus Ron- and magic binds from Mrs. Weasley, Hermione and Griphook. Draco's face was red from anger and strain and his skin rippled as his veela tried to burst through. "How dare you?! Do you know all the suffering Harry has been through due to your insolence?! Let me go! I will show that bastard exactly how Harry felt by the tenfold!"

Alarmed, Harry quickly stood to lay a hand on Draco's shoulder. His brother somewhat calmed down, but couldn't help but release his veela; effectively knocking back all that restrained him and wrapped Harry in a protective cocoon with his wings. A shocked gasp resounded throughout the room, but both Harry and Draco ignored it, for the moment.

Harry returned the embrace with only his arms. He could feel Draco trembling violently, some from anger, some from fear for Harry. Harry tilted his head to rest his forehead against Draco's. The older Malfoy closed his eyes and took a deep, shuddering breath. When silvery blue met green, Draco was once again calm.

He returned to his human form, but by no means did he release Harry. To the shock of everyone, Harry included, Draco forced Harry into his lap; his arms wrapped protectively around the younger Malfoy's abdomen.

"Draco!" Harry protested, but quieted after a warning growl came from Draco. He looked sullenly to Griphook and nodded his affirmative to continue. Said goblin cleared his throat and continued.

"As has already been confirmed with the Wizengamot, immediately after this meeting you will attend a trail." He looked up hostilely at Dumbledore. "But expect no less than a life sentence in Azkaban."

Sounds of agreement echoed throughout the room and Dumbledore paled. Harry could feel Draco silent growl of agreement pass through his body. Beside him, Snape nodded, a smug, satisfied look on his face. For some reason, seeing the Potions Master so ready to defend Harry made a warm feeling pass through the young veela; a small smile appeared on his face.

"Ahem." Griphook caught the attention of everyone. "Now, to the following treason of one Mr. Ronald Weasley. You have been found guilty of the following convictions: thievery of the Potter vaults as a result of being an accomplice of one Mr. Albus Dumbledore, withholding information on such treason, also withholding information of that of one Ms. Ginerva Weasley, cursing one Mr. Harry Malfoy into befriending yourself and also cursing him to hate all Slytherins."

"What?!" This time, Harry's voice as heard loudest. He flew off of Draco's lap to advance on Ron; his magic crackling dangerously around him. Ronald paled, making his freckles stand out horribly, and tried to redeem himself.

"H-Harry, mate. Please. D-Dumbledore made me do it. I-I would never willingly hurt you! I mean, you're Harry Potter. F-Friends right-ahhh, bloody hell." Ronald ended in a curse as Harry growled and clutched his neck; attempting to strangle the red-head.

"Harry!" Vaguely, Harry heard someone shout his name in warning, but he growled in response; his hand tightening around Ronald's neck. Suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrapped around Harry's waist, pulling him away from Ronald. He screeched in frustration as he tried to wiggle out of those arms. Finally, he turned back to Ronald, the promise of a very painful death glinting in his eyes.

"Ronald Weasley! If I ever see your bloody fucking ugly mug again, I will take great pleasure in slowly torturing you to death-" A silencing charm was placed on Harry before he could continue farther. He still continued to mouth curses at Ronald, his face reddening from strain. The others were pale, no one had ever heard words as such spew from Harry's mouth; not even when he faced Voldemort.

"-rip your balls off and make you eat them!" Everyone jumped as Harry easily broke through the charm; his voice almost deafening. Draco's chuckle cut him off abruptly, though. Harry thought it was Draco restraining him, but now he could feel the difference and his eyes widened as Snape's familiar scent washed over him. A faint blush crept into his cheeks and he went limp, not wanting to accidentally hurt the raven-haired man anymore than he probably already did.

Snape's arms relaxed and he slowly turned Harry around, gently placing a hand on the small of Harry's back and guiding him back to his seat. Once seated beside him, Harry grabbed Snape's hand and held it tightly between his own. He could feel the man's onyx eyes on him but he didn't dare to face him. He relaxed when Snape didn't pull away and nodded for Griphook to continue. Of course, he missed Draco's approving look at them.

Once again, Griphook cleared his throat and continued. "And lastly, the actions of one Mr. Ginerva Weasley." The goblin took a deep breath. "You have been found guilty of the following convictions: thievery of the Potter vaults as a result of being an accomplice of one Mr. Albus Dumbledore, withholding information on such treason, also withholding information of that of one Mr. Ronald Weasley on similar actions, and the continuous feeding of one Mr. Harry Malfoy a love potion. Daily, every eaten meal by Mr. Malfoy, if I am not mistaken."

Snape's hand tightened almost painfully on Harry's and dread filled Harry. Surely such a reaction from the Potions Master would warrant something bad, since he would know the effects of taken a potion repeatedly in such a way, especially one as strong as a love potion. But then Griphook continued.

"Fortunately, as a veela, the potion in no way affected Mr. Malfoy. The present pheromones of a veela nullifies even the strongest of love potions or any of the like. Therefore, Mr. Malfoy was in no potential danger from the consummation of the potion so many times."

Harry breathed a sigh a relief, but Snape's hand was still tight on his own. He turned to the Potions Master and blinked in surprise at the murderous look on his face. Harry turned to Draco to ask him about it, but found his brothers expression similar to his, if not with a bit of a look that said 'I knew it'.

"-both of you will deserve whatever sentence decided by the Wizengamot! Putting that poor boy through all that! Oh, Merlin!" Molly Weasley's voice made its way to Harry and he turned to the woman just as she turned to him. "Oh, Harry, love. I do apologize for those two idiot children of mine. I had no idea. But, still, you are always welcome at the Burrow. We still all accept you just as you are, even if you are a Malfoy. And the invite extends to the two of you also, Severus, Draco."

Chuckling slightly at the half indignant, half bewildered look on Draco's face, Harry felt better at hearing he was still welcomed at the Burrow. His spirits lifted even higher at the Twins words.

"Yeah, Harry-"

"Little Ronniekins-"

"And Miss Bat Boogie-"

"Were stupid-"

"For doing that."

"You, though-"

"Are a Malfoy-"

"Meaning that-"

"You could never-"

"Be stupid." They finished together, mischievous smirks on their faces. Harry smiled graciously at the two; they always knew how to make light of every situation. Beside him, Draco snorted in amusement.

Arthur Weasley, who was quiet the whole time, suddenly spoke up. "Be quiet, boys. Molly's right, Harry. You're always welcome at the Burrow. We still consider ourselves as your surrogate family, even if you are now a Malfoy. Don't ever forget it."

Harry nodded, a lump in his throat preventing him from speaking. The other Weasleys had nothing to do with Ronald and Ginerva's actions and they loved him, even with the change. Harry could ask for nothing more.

"I apologize for having to interrupt you, but Mr. Malfoy and I have other business to discuss so if you all will." Griphook said regretfully, gesturing towards the door. Two other goblins stood beside him, presumably to escort Ronald, Ginerva, and Dumbledore to Wizengamot.

"Oh, no! Harry we have to catch up. I want to hear all about the transformation-both of them. You're staying at Malfoy Manor, right? I'll send an owl before I come, so be prepared. See you too, Mal-Draco, Snape." Hermione called out before she was ushered from the room with the others.

Finally, it was just Griphook, Harry, Draco, and Snape. The goblin cleared his throat and summoned a stack of papers from off his desk before turning to the trio still sitting.

"Now, to discuss your inheritance, Mr. Malfoy."

A few hours later, Griphook left his office to allow Harry, Draco and Snape discuss the information they received on Harry's vault and estate inheritance and to also to take of the lose ends Harry fixed up.

Harry was shocked, to say the least. Before his full inheritance, he had only access to the main Potter vaults, which was more money than he knew what to spend on. Now, not only did he have access to all the Potter vaults-which all nearly had the same amount as the main ones, but he also had access to the all the Malfoy vaults-with the exception of those only meant for the head of the house i.e. Draco-and half the Black vaults. Draco inherited the other half from his mother, Narcissa.

Harry couldn't spend that much money if he lived a thousand times over the norm wizard expectancy-which, by the way, was a very long time. Dumbledore was, what, almost three hundred when he died? If not, older- But when Harry voiced his worries to Draco, his older brother only laughed.

"Harry...Harry, Harry, Harry. You don't have to spend all the money. It's just something to have, you know, as an emergency. But most wizards flaunt off their money as a...social interaction. We Malfoy's, for example, use our money-and a few other sources- to gain status and influence. We use that to, well, do things." He frowned a bit. "Don't worry, Harry. You'll spend money and won't even put a dent in your inheritance, which is a good thing. You're a submissive veela, soon as you find your mate, you'll be popping out babies like a Weasley. And babies are expensive. Especially if they are a Malfoy baby, which all of yours will be."

Harry gave a slight giggle. "You're babbling, Draco." The man blushed. "It's okay. I get what you're trying to say. The money isn't there for nothing, right? One way or another, its doing something. Whether to support us, or raise our status, its there."

Draco nodded approvingly. "Very good. But you are lucky, Harry. If not for your mother, Potter, and Sirius you would be looked down upon be society. Because you are my younger brother, therefore second to the Head."

Harry also inherited a few estates. Sirius had already given him Grimmauld Place; he also inherited the Potter house in Godric's Hollow, and a few summer houses the Potters owned. He naturally became Lord Potter after he turned seventeen, but only because he inherited Number 12 did he become Lord Black. Otherwise that title would also belong to Draco, who was Lord Malfoy since his father was stripped of the title once he entered Azkaban.

"But...I don't understand. Why would I be looked down on? I mean, I'm still a Malfoy." Harry scrunched his brow in confusion.

"There is a reason all Malfoy's are only children, with the exception of a female sibling or twins. Once the older Malfoy child becomes Head, he is automatically on a higher level than his younger brother. Even his children will be of a higher status than the younger brother could ever be. The only case of when that would change is if the older brother died and had no children. The younger brother is almost useless; no status, no power, no place."

Harry chewed his bottom lip, worry clear on his face. Does this mean I'm lower than Draco? Will I be mocked? Will my children? Suddenly alarmed by the prospect of his nonexistent children's danger, Harry looked up to Draco, eyes wide and his veela growling slightly.

Understanding his younger brother's look, Draco gave a amused smirk. "As I said before, if not for your inheritances, that would have happened to you. As it is, you are the Head of two very old and very powerful families. This means you actually have more status than I do...And your nonexistent children will not be on any danger of bullying."

Harry visibly relaxed and gave a deep sigh of relief. Beside him, Snape snorted. Harry turned to the Potions Master, an eyebrow raised in question.

"Your concern for children that have not yet been conceived, and probably won't be for a few years, amuses me greatly." He drawled out in his velvet voice.

In response, Harry's veela reared up and his hackles rose. He narrowed his eyes at Snape, who was now-at the moment-a potential threat to Harry's, again, nonexistent children. Just as he opened his mouth to give the darker haired man a piece of his mind, the door opened to emit Griphook; a black box between his knurled, clawed hands. A wicked dagger rested on top of the box.

"Mr. Malfoys, Mr. Snape. Please excuse my absence, but I have returned with your, Mr. Malfoys, Paterfamilias (Head of the Family/House) Insignia's. If you would please step forward." The goblin sat the black box on his desk and opened it, picking up the dagger, before turning to Harry and Draco.

Both men obediently stepped forward until they reached an arms length from Griphook. They weren't sure what had to be done, but both knew blood would be shed, if the bloody sharp dagger was anything to go by. Draco also had to do it, he was only Lord Malfoy by records and needed magical authentication to become a full Head.

"Good. It is a simple process. You will each come up and I will pierce your finger. You will then release only a single drop of blood onto your designated ring and relay the Oath. Understood? Good. Lord Malfoy, if will go first, as you only have one ring."

Only grimacing slightly, Draco approached the goblin, dutifully raising his index finger to be pierced. He then squeezed a single drop out onto the Malfoy family ring. The said ring was a unique piece.

It, for starters, reminded Harry of the American Superhero, the Green Lantern's ring. Except Draco's ring was more square in shape, didn't have that silly symbol in the center, and it had intricate designs running through the silver portion. The emerald took up most of the ring, the silver band only showing slightly on the sides. The only exception being the delicately placed silver snake stretched across the gem; its head and tail connecting to opposite ends of the band.

"Now, Lord Malfoy, repeat after me." Draco nodded for him to continue. "I, Draco Malfoy-"

"I, Draco Malfoy."

"Represent myself, my house, my family with this blood I shed."

"...Represent myself, my house, my family with this blood I shed."

"Never to shame my family."

"...N-Never to shame my family."

"Lest I die or break this here Oath."

...Lest I d-die or break this here Oath."

"May I be Bound as Lord Malfoy."

"May I be Bound as Lord Malfoy."

Draco's drop of blood immediately dissolved into the ring. It glowed faintly red and seemed to...change shape. The design was still there, it just seemed...smaller all of a sudden. Griphook nodded in satisfaction and lifted the ring to present it to Draco.

As Draco slipped it on his ring finger, Griphook explained the glowing. "The ring only fits the current Head. That is why your blood was needed. From that one drop, it has learned everything about you; your ring size included. More importantly, it learned your magical signature. It is your ring, Lord Malfoy. It represents everything you do. It is more than a title. Do you understand? The both of you?"

Both men nodded and Harry chewed his lip nervously. It was his turn and he had two rings-one for each hand. Two different families, two different sets of responsibilities. Griphook beckoned him forward as Draco stepped away. His brother gave him a soft, reassuring smile that helped a bit to calm Harry's nerves.

"Alright, you now know the concept, Lord Potter-Black. Give me your finger."

Harry went through the same process as Draco, only twice done. The rings couldn't have been more different. The Potter ring consisted of a glaringly red ruby set into a golden band. On each side of the band, a red lion stood on two legs, roaring. Personally, Harry would have preferred to not have to wear the ring; it just screamed bloody fucking Griffindors for life! and Harry preferred the more subtlety of the Black ring.

A large, deep black onyx rested in a silver band in a similar fashion as the Malfoy ring. Two small snakes were discreetly carved into the band; only shown if the ring was angled just right in the light. Unlike both the Malfoy ring and Potter ring, the Black ring had an almost feminine air about it. Perfect for a submissive like me. Harry thought happily as he slipped the ring on his right ring finger. He chose to wear the Potter ring on his left because it was the hand he used the least.

The rings fit snugly on his ring fingers; a tingling sensation ran up his arm and the weight of the rings seemed to almost disappear. Other than the brief tingling, Harry felt no different. He turned to Draco with the happy smile still in place and the lighter blond gave him a broad smile in response.

"Alright, Mr. Malfoys. That is all. You are both now officially and magically Lords of your Houses. I bade the three of you a good rest of the afternoon." Griphook politely dismissed them. Snape silently joined them as they made their way out.

Suddenly, Harry had an urge and turned back towards Griphooks office.

"Harry? Where are you going?" Draco called back to him immediately.

"I'll be just a second. I need to ask Griphook something. Wait for me outside, okay?" Without waiting for a response, Harry rushed back to the goblin's office.

Griphook looked up from his desk as Harry entered. "Ah, Mr. Malfoy. Did you forget something?"

"Not exactly, Griphook. See, there's something important I want to ask you if I can do..."

Later in the evening, it wasn't until Harry was in his bed a few hours after dinner did he wonder if his decision was really something he should do. It was a bit rash and Harry didn't know what would happen, if the man was even coherent enough to speak to him.

Shaking his head slightly, Harry rose. He knew he wouldn't be getting sleep any time soon. He made his way to the large library Snape broke the spell on him in. He thought a bit of light reading would put his mind at ease enough to allow him at least a few hours of sleep.

Ron would say Hermione's rubbing off on me. Harry though with a snort. Not in the least. Harry always liked to read. He was probably as bad as Hermione when it came to reading books, if not worse. That is, if he didn't have a childhood of memories holding him back. Years of having to live in Dudley's shadow made being an underachiever a habit for Harry. Only when he was alone did he really give in to his thirst for knowledge.

He pushed the heavy wooden door open, his eyes already on one of the many bookshelves in the room. In his eagerness, he completely missed the dark figure sitting in an armchair near the fireplace, in which a fire roared merrily. Therefore, he was already at a bookshelf and skimming titles before Snape cleared his throat and scared Harry nearly have to death.

Clutching his chest right over his heart, Harry whirled furiously on Snape. "Oh, Merlin. Don't scare me like that, would you?! God, I was about to attack you! What are you doing snooping around anyway?!"

Snape only raised an eyebrow. "If I recall correctly, boy, it was I who was in here before you entered. In fact, I have been in here since dinner. If anyone was snooping, it would be you."

Harry relaxed, turning back towards the bookshelf to hide his blush. "Oh, sorry. I just...I'm really pent up and can't sleep...So, I came here, thinking to find a book to settle down with. Not unlike yourself, sir."

Harry found a book with the interesting title of Miraculous Magical Creatures and went to sit in the armchair across from Snape, equally close to the fire. A house elf popped in to hand him a mug of steaming hot cocoa, complete with marshmallows. He graciously thanked the elf, who blushed and popped away with a stammered 'No need'.

He turned to see Snape staring at him with an incredulous expression. Harry shrugged. "What? They like me."

The Potions Master only shook his head, reaching for the glass floating beside him, filled with what looked like Firewhiskey. Harry raised an eyebrow in a look worthy of any Malfoy. He took Snape for more of a wine man rather than someone who took down something as strong as Olgden's best.

Snape caught him looking. "What? I like it." He mocked Harry's earlier comment. Harry scowled and opened his book. Soon enough, the two of them sat in amiable silence, each enraptured by their own book.

Harry was surprised to find he enjoyed Snape's company, even if they didn't speak to each other. For some reason, he felt right at home near the raven and greatly looked forward to another night when they could share each others company. His veela purred away happily and Harry couldn't help but want to be closer the larger man.

He looked up in time to catch Snape's onyx orbs. They held each others gaze, the air between them growing hotter and tenser as the minutes passed by. Harry broke away first, blushing furiously, and returned to his book. He tried to read but his mind was reeling and he couldn't concentrate.

Somehow, after the eye contact, Harry became sensitive to Snape's every movement. Every time the man moved to turn a page, every breath he took, every sigh he gave...Harry's nerves were set on edge. He inwardly sighed in relief and longing as Snape soon left the library, leaving Harry to finally concentrate on his book.

Sometime nearing midnight, Harry fell asleep reading about the mating habits of Threstrals, which creeped him to no end. He succumbed to the blissful darkness of sleep, the events of tomorrow temporarily forgotten.
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