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a not so golden life	By : eleonora_kleopatra Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 19732 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I don't own either the Harry Potter nor any other characters and places named in this fic. And I also don't make any money out of it.

Chapter List
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A/N: heey guys~
A new chapter, and the longest so far~^^
"The Talk" between Harry and Draco~
A big thank you once more to my beta sakuralillian:3
Enjoy^^!
R&RXD
A/N2: there's a poll for possible pairings on my ff.net profile...: http:// www. fanfiction. net/u/4446450/Leo-Dray-Thanatos# (just delete the gaps)
CHAPTER 13
When Harry entered the 'Four Seasons', a very expensive muggle restaurant, he felt kind of overwhelmed. He had never been to a building with such an expensive looking furnishing. Harry went through the entrance hall towards the reception and told that he had a reservation under the name of 'Malfoy'. The women showed him the way to the lounge.
As he arrived at the lounge, he didn't need to search long for the platinum blonde hair of his classmate. He found the young heir sitting in a comfortable and elegant looking chair, in front of which was a small able and another chair, that was obviously for himself. Once Harry arrived at table, Draco greeted his classmate and asked him to have a seat.
"Draco, I wanted to thank you for offering to teach me what I should have learnt as a child. I'm really glad about this! Since you can only learn so much from books. And Severus really doesn't have that much time to teach me everything.", started Harry their conversation, after they ordered their drinks.
"That's no problem at all. You're actually doing me a favor with it. Because while I'm teaching you the old ways and everything else, my mother can't take me from country to country, from mansion to mansion and from ball to ball. I really prefer my summer break without getting harassed by a lot of young, and not so young, high society daughters and their parents, of whom each thinks, that they are destined to be next Lady Malfoy."
Harry snickered to that.
"It isn't funny at all!", huffed Draco.
"Just wait, next year, you'll have the same problem. Because as the heir to an old wizarding pureblood family, you have to be married before your twentieth birthday. And while I'm the heir to the Malfoy family, you are the heir to the Black and the Potter family. Which means, what I have to go through would be nothing compared to you, because you're the future Lord Black. Combine this with you being the Boy-Who-Lived, and you'll wish to be betrothed since birth.""That sounds absolutely scary. Well, if Dumbledore had his will, Ginny Weasley would have been the future Lady Black-Potter. But as it is, I got a nice little letter from Gringotts, and they'll be getting their deserved letters from Gringotts soon as well. Only that theirs aren't as liberating as mine."
"The Weaslette the future Lady Black-Potter?! You have got to be kidding me! And what letter are you talking about? And what exactly has the headmaster to do with you being engaged to the Weaslette?" Draco looked absolutely shocked.
"Well, it all started with a letter from Gringotts that arrived a few days ago. In this letter, they told me, that I can't my inheritance from Sirius, which was the whole Black family estate, since it is being divided between my surrogate grandfather Albus Dumbledore and my fiancé Ginevra Weasley per instructions. Can you imagine my surprise about that letter?Especially, since I haven't ever before received a letter from Gringotts, nor did I know that Sirius had a will and that I was named his sole heir. When I wrote them back, that neither would Dumbledore be my surrogate grandfather, nor Ginny Weasley my fiancé, I got another letter from the bank that got a portkey.
Once there, I, together with the vice-director of Gringotts, found out, that I was not only filthy rich and a pureblood with being blood heir to two Hogwarts founders, gifted heir to the third and magical heir to the fourth, including most of my magic and my magical abilities were blocked.And if that wouldn't have been enough, Dumbledore, whom sent Sirius to Azkaban without a trial, sealed my parent's will, completely went against their last whishes appointed himself as my magical guardian. The power that he not only abused by stealing the money from my inheritense but also taking heirlooms and putting me with my mother's adopted muggle sister's house who hated anything to do with magic. She and her family treated me worse than most would their house elves, giving out chores that would be even too much for adults with the reasoning that I had to earn my keep. Which was a blatant lie, since I owned the house they lived in, my uncles workplace, and, as if that wasn't enough already, they were also paid for taking care of me.During the ten years I stayed there, I never received a single letter, be it from Gringotts or fanmail and no one ever came to check on me, neither magical nor muggle child services. The first ever letter from Hogwarts that I received was addressed to "the cupboard under the stairs", but no one ever checked, they probably didn't even think anything about it...
Then, muggleborns and muggle raised students got their letters delivered by muggle's post and one of the four head of houses goes to visit them to explain everything. I got owl post, and since my uncle enjoyed destroying my letters, there arrived up to twenty letters a day, every single one delivered by owl. I didn't get a visit from a head of house, not even from a regular teacher, but from the groundskeeper. Who, by the way, is absolutely biased against Slytherins and in whose eyes Dumbledore is almighty and without fault. According to him, all Slytherins were bad and all Gryffindor s good. He failed to mentioned, that the one who betrayed my parents, happened to be a Gryffindor. Then, when we arrived at Gringotts, Hagrid was in possession of my key. And after I went to get my robes and meet this snotty blond guy, who speaks all high and mighty about Slytherins, how he wants to blackmail his father and is too busy being a prat that he can't even introduce himself, he seemed to me like my cousin who used to do nothing but bully me around. Just so you know, I felt absolutely horrible that day because I didn't know anything you were talking about. Then that oaf wasn't even capable of letting me know, how I get to the platform. And my aunt didn't talk to me either, but that wasn't really a surprise. And while I'm looking for the right platform, a redheaded family appears and talks loud about muggles and the woman asking her children, which number the platform is."
"Excuse me? Don't they have, like, ten children, or so?"
"No, just seven. Anyway, Mrs. Weasley mysteriously got paid a certain amount of galleons regularly, and said payment started in the summer of '91. The other person receiving money from my vaults starting the same summer, was Ronald Weasley, who wasn't able to find an empty compartment in a train, about five minutes after I went through an almost empty train to find a compartment at the end of the train where I hoped to have a quiet journey. But when he got to where I was, I was apparently in possesiom0n of the inly empty seats in the whole train. Of course, back then, I didn't realize any of this, I was just happy to actually being able to make a friend without my cousin interfeering for the very first time in my life. And then there arrives the same snotty prat I've already met during shopping and insults said friend. Shall I continue or do you get the picture so far?"
"I really was a prat back then, wasn't I? I'm sorry, honestly, but at 'Madame malkin's', I was actually pretty excited to meet you, because you looked like an interesting guy. I really wanted to impress you. And that want didn't get smaller when I got to know, that you actually were The Harry Potter. Because even if my family isn't the lightest, all pureblood children grew up knowing about you. Every single one of us wanted to get to know you. To meet the real you, Harry, and not just the media person, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. But then you befriended the blood traitor, who would have been accepted by most, but when you didn't take my hand, you ruined every possibility to ever be my friend. Would it have been, for example, Goyles hand you refused, it would have been okay, since the Potters are higher in society than the Goyles. But I am the heir to the Malfoy family, who is second only to the Black family and ancient lines like the founders, Merlin, Morgana and the like."
"Okay, I got it. And it actually makes sense, in a snobbish kind of way."
Harry stood up, what earned him a confused look from the Malfoy heir. The confusion on the blondes face got worse once Harry hold out his hand towards him, and vanished by the raven's next words. "Hello, I'm Harry James Potter."
Draco took the offered hand "Nice to meet you, Harry Potter. I am Draco Lucius Malfoy."
After that, Harry sat back down."Draco, one question. Let's assume the sorting hat would have put me in Slytherin, how would you all have reacted towards me?"
"If you would have been a snake, I think, we would have asked you, why you have been so rude towards myself. And we probably would have found out the headmaster's scheme a lot sooner."
"Damn! I really should have listened back then. But well, I was a child. Say, Draco, would it be possible to arrange a meeting with the important people of your house and myself? I 'd really like to apologize to everyone in person and also explain my situation to them, before I start my new school life in the snake pit, come September."
"Why do you think that you'll be with me in Slytherin next year? You, the Gryffindor Golden Boy, the epitome of the house of lions?"
"Perhaps, because the hat told me back in first year that I would do great in Slytherin...? And what might also be a point in that direction is, that every single time I see the blasted piece of leather, every time he sees me without a teacher or student in hearing distance, wants me to put it on so I can get sorted into 'my rightful house'."
Draco was speechless, he really didn't know what to say. When he got his voice back, he answered, "of course is it possible to arrange a meeting with Slytherin house. Would you like it in the next two weeks or after you know more about the trials!?"
"I would prefer it after the trials, thank you. Then I would have all important meetings close together."
"What other meetings do you have? Just asking, you don't have to tell me, if you don't want to."
"No, I can tell you. You just have to promise not to tell anyone until I tell you otherwise."
"Sure thing, I won't tell anything."
"Well, Severus arranges a meeting with Voldemort for me."
"Why do you want to meet with him? Don't you want to see him dead, kill him, even?"
"I actually have still to decide. Because I myself haven't chosen a side of the war so far. I was told, that I have to kill him, I was told, that I, a small boy, have to save a whole wizarding world, with aurors, hitwizards and the like, to save! I, a muggle raised, untrained child was yold that it was my responsibility to protect everyone. And I was told that by the same person, who steals from an orphan, who puts said orphan into an abusive home, who pays people, so that said orphan has the right friends who report every single breath to the headmaster. And said wizarding world expects to be saved by a child, whom they belittle that child in the news paper. Whom they call a liar. From whom they shy away if there's just the smallest detail that doesn't fit in their perfect picture of their savior. Remember second year?"
"Okay, Harry, I got it. So, you want to meet with the Dark Lord to find out, what he wants with the whole war and what his reasons and goals are?"
Harry nodded.
"And what do you do when you can't agree with his ideas?"
"That's easy. I would declare myself neutral publicly. And if I can't live my life here in quiet, I'll move, probably to America. The Salem Institute of Magic over there is said to be even better than Hogwarts. "
"Yes, that makes sense. And I'd guess, you wouldn't be the only one to transfers should it come to that, Now, what do you think, are you up for some lesson planning?"
The two guys spent the rest of their afternoon planning Harry's lessons, talking about possible outcomes of the trials and about school boy stuff like quidditch, their teacher and other students.
Harry also tells Draco everything about his adventures so far, and Draco agrees with him, that some things really got initiated by Dumbledore, or that Dumbledore at least could have stopped thembefore Harry had to every single year.
All in all, both were contend with everything they achieved that afternoon.
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