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The whole story	By : Riahana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42620 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or the world of Harry Potter, that belongs to JK Rowling, nor do I make any money from this.

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*Authors Note* Thank you for the reviews I love reading them. Maria, a special thank you for pointing my mistakes, I need them. LOL... Trust me I dont think of you pointing out mistakes within the story a flame... Honestly I dont think I would consider the true flames a flame, everyone deserves their opinion. djaddict, Yes I love a protective Lucius too, but its really hard to write. Mizuchan24, dont worry i have some special plans worked out for that couple later. Thank you for reading :)

Disclaimer~ The Prologue has the full disclaimer. Also any readers that are lost; read the Authors Note at the beginning of the Prologue; it will help make things clear.

Chapter 11

Harry woke up to the sound of Hedwig’s soft hoot, opening his eyes he didn’t know where he was at first with the opulence of the room surrounding him; definitely not his cupboard. With a gasp, Harry remembered coming to Voldemort, and to Harry’s bigger surprise, Lucius Malfoy kept his promise, there as proof…Sat Hedwig on his window sill.

Looking down at the bed, feeling the silk sheets, something seemed odd about them. Upon closer inspection, Harry saw the soot smudges; wincing, Lucius knowing that he fell asleep before he bathed, especially after pointing out he needed a bath. No matter, a bath now sounded great. Harry rummaged through his trunk, pulling out piece after piece of clothing to find anything that was decent for dinner. The problem was every article of clothing he owned either had holes, stains, or were so big they fell off his slight frame.

“Nothing I have is even close to good enough, to have dinner with the Malfoy’s” Harry mumbled to himself. His greatest fear was giving the ferret more ammunition against him when they returned to school. With a sigh, knowing defeat, Harry decided to just put his school uniform on, at least it was decent, and it fit him properly.

After taking his bath in the second largest bath tub he had seen, the first being the prefects bathroom; dressing, then tried to manage any kind order to his hair, Harry was ready for dinner slightly before seven, where a house elf was waiting to bring him to the dining room.

Harry walked into the room; being greeted warmly by the other guests. Lucius voice being the loudest was easiest for him to hear. “My Lord, I would like to introduce you to my mate, Narcissa.” Lucius paused for a moment waving his hand towards Malfoy. “And this is my son Draco…I believe you two know each other?” The last part being said with a smirk.

Harry Looked towards Draco, “Hello scar…” Draco coughed slightly, “Err my lord…” Draco raised his eyebrow in imitation of his father, “Why would you be wearing your school uni…” Draco could not finish his question with Narcissa leaning over to cuff the backside of his blond head. Harry snickered, nothing less what the ferret deserved.

“Don’t mind him” Narcissa looked towards her son, narrowing her eyes, Harry could swear, he heard disgust dripping from her voice. “My Lord, he will have many hours of deportment lessons…From this faux pas.”

After the slight embarrassment, Harry thought dinner was great, no wait it was wonderful, after being used to bread and water if he was lucky. The richness of the food was more than appreciated. Although the company could have been better. Harry sat next to his Godfather, and across Malfoy, which he glared at; Voldemort was at one end with Lucius and Narcissa at the other, and the three other Death Eaters interspersed in between. For the most part no one spoke, other than the niceties’ that dinner demanded.

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Harry looked around the sitting room that all the dinner guests followed Voldemort too. As With everything else in Malfoy Manor, it was rich, elegant, and subtle all at the same time. The room was designed to be relaxing, and worked perfectly, the seating arrangement being comfortable, not too close, but not so far people had to shout to be heard.

“It’s time to explain what is going on My Lord.” Voldemort said from a wingback chair in the corner.

Harry raised his hand to gain the attention of the occupants, it was school-boyish but it worked. “Err… Sir can everyone stop calling me Lord. My name is Harry… The whole My Lord stuff makes me uneasy”… Harry looked at Draco, who was sitting there snickering at him. “And does that git; over there, need to be here?” Pointing his finger at Draco.

“Actually young Draco does not have to be here. Neither does Narcissa. They are not part of the Inner Circle, and should leave.” Voldemort glared at Draco till he stood up, who pointed his nose in the air slowly strolling from the room. Narcissa was next, but unlike her son, she looked at Harry smiled warmly before leaving the room. As the door shut behind Narcissa Voldemort started talking again. “As for calling you Lord, that is what you are too us. We have waited fifty years for you, but your no mere Lord you’re higher than that, I would place you more…As a king, than Lord. But if it makes you uncomfortable we will cease addressing you as such till you’re more comfortable with the notion.” Voldemort paused taking a drink before he continued, “There is a lot we need to explain, even more for you to understand…Years of knowledge that you should have grown up learning.”

Harry took a deep breath, trying to understand the cryptic wording that Voldemort used. “So let me see if I understand, I am some kind of Wizard King?”

The occupants in the room chuckled even Voldemort, “No…Not a Wizarding King… An Elven King.” Harry didn’t understand none of these people looked like house elves; they didn’t have big bug eyes or floppy ears. “I think it would be better to show you… I must say… your skepticism is very…Interesting.” With that Voldemort waved his hand in a complex way, followed closely by the other five occupants.

Harry flinched as he watched Voldemort cast the spell, noticing that the spell wasn’t aimed at him, it appeared to remove something from each caster. Harry watched as each person face wavered and changed. They still looked the same but slightly different…Something more.

Harry looked back to Voldemort; his face didn’t change as much as the others did. He still did not have a nose, nor ears. His skin still had the too pale look as if a person took a sheet and stretched it over his face; and the eyes didn’t change at all, they still were the blood red color from before. What did change was the shape of his face becoming longer, with higher cheek bones.

“I know My…. Hmmm... I mean Harry; this is my true appearance, what is left of it… Now you asked us to refer to you by another name. I must ask you to do the same. I’m not Voldemort, Please call me Tom.” Voldemort’s sibilant tones asked, sounding like the snake he looked like. “The head of the Riddle house and all Wood Elves, and a member of your council when it is restored.”

Tom then waved to an Elf across from him, with his long mahogany hair, and honey colored eyes; sat their quietly. “This is Rabastion Lestrange, The head of Lestrange house and all the strange Elves.” Tom said quietly. Rabastion didn’t say much, only nodded his head slightly, sitting there in feline grace, barely moving, but looked as if he could move quickly if needed. Tom’s title to the Elf was fitting, he was strange.

Tom pointed to the Elf sitting next to Rabastion, “That one is Fenir Greyback, head of the Greyback house and all of the Lythari Elves.” Fenir was different from the others, his face having many scars, and his ears being higher up on his head. The Elf didn’t have any hair, and his amber eyes never stayed in one location very long. In a growl Fenir spoke to Harry, “Tomorrow I would like you to meet my Son. He is very excited to see you.” All the Elves snickered after Fenir’s statement, and Harry wondered what secrets the werewolf was hiding.

Harry has heard of these two before, Rabastion being a prominent member in the Death Eaters, and Fenir being a werewolf. The longer that Harry was at Malfoy Manor, the more confused he became.

“Harry, I would like to introduce Severus Prince. You two should know each other very well” Tom said pointing to Harry’s Potions Professor. “He is the head of the Prince house, and all of the Dark Elves.” Harry could see why the Professor would be dark, with his black hair and eyes. Severus’s eyes lit up in malicious glee while his voice sounded the opposite in the silky baritone, “Not who you thought I was…. Hmmmm.”

“Nobody is who I thought they were” Harry replied visibly shaken. This was almost like the mist that he encountered in the maze; everything was backwards from what he was led to believe.

“Next is Lucius Malfoy, who you have also had a rapport…Of sorts with.” Tom didn’t even look at Lucius; it seemed as if he was purposely ignoring the Elf. “He is the head of Malfoy house and all of the Moon Elves.” It made sense to Harry; Lucius was beautiful, elegant, cold; like the moon shining the most brilliant in the dark of night. The other elves had longer pointed ears; here Lucius were a little different, delicate, more like half hearts turned upside down.

Sirius started jumping up and down, barley able to stay in his seat. “And this excitable mutt is Sirius Black…” Tom said, giving Sirius a disgusted look, “Believe it or not he is the head of the Black house and all of the Wild Elves.” Harry looked at his Godfather, he still had the same brown hair, and brown eyes both of which kept the same wildness about it. The difference was a little startling, his pointed ears; instead of standing straight up like the other males, they tilted slightly to the back being a little longer and little more slender. Where the other’s had higher cheekbones, Sirius’s were not as sharp. His body becoming a little more slender not as broad of shoulder. Sirius grinned at Harry and with his manacle grin asked, “What do you think cub?’

“Ummm…. your all beau…. I mean handsome…. but I don’t understand if you are all Elves, how can I be your Lord? I’m not an Elf.” Harry didn’t look like them, in comparison he was very plain with his scrawny body, rats nest called hair; the only thing of any remark about his appearance was his green eyes, but those where obscured by glasses.

Everyone chuckled, Sirius holding him close, “Don’t worry cub, you are one of us we can be a family now.” That comment from his Godfather made Harry’s heart soar; he desperately wanted a family, someone who could love him as much as he loved them.

“Your Godfather is correct, you are one of us, but that question involves a very long story and I think you have learned enough for tonight…Tomorrow…say after breakfast would be a perfect time for a story…I expect it to take most the day.” With that Tom walked out of the room.

“Come ‘er cub I’ll take you back to your chambers.” Sirius led Harry from the room, as he approached the doorway Harry turned around and gave everyone a tentative smile before racing after his Godfather.

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Draco sat in his chambers, wanting, needing to be alone. But knowing it would be impossible. The knock on the door had him sitting up straighter already knowing it would be his mother that would walk in. She was the only one who dared to come into his room uninvited.

“Draco, I heard you went with your father today to retrieve Our Lord’s personal belongings. Didn’t you learn anything?” His mother asked in her soft voice. Draco crossed his arms over his broadening chest, giving his mother a look that would reminded her of Lucius; knowing he was turning into his father more and more every day.

“Yes, I learned that muggles are nearly as disgusting as wizards, the drawl of Draco’s voice turning cold. “Also I may have learned that Harry isn’t who I thought he was.” Draco’s arrogance returned, “But it doesn’t matter what light I see Harry in…I am reminded of all the times he has snubbed me…For the presence of people who do not deserve his time. Then I can’t help but treat Harry as I have always done. I don’t want too mother but I don’t know any other way.” Draco turned despondent, “He won’t even talk to me…”

Draco was torn, one side of him coveted Harry’s friendship; but the other side didn’t want the insult he endured pass without repercussions. When Harry extended his friendship to the Weasel instead of accepting it from him, it tore out his heart. He had never wanted anything more, than having Harry by his side. “Now my beautiful son, I think the best way to get Our Lord to talk to you would be easy, if you only would apologize…Our L…”

“Malfoy’s do not apologize…” Draco said cutting his mother off, enraging his mother in the process. Draco should have known better than to cut his mother off, but a Malfoy does not apologize. He didn’t care if he sounded spoiled; it was what he was taught.

“Well, Draco Lucius Malfoy…A Malfoy may not apologize. But a Black would, and you dear have Black blood running through your veins…I would suggest you figure out how to apologize to Our Lord if you ever want to have any kind of attention from him.” Draco shuddered at the harsh tone coming from his mother. He knew not to get her angry. Now with her cutting words; his mother walked out of his room.
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