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Reforging old bonds	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12611 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Title: Reforging old bonds
Pairing: future drarry, implied Remus x Severus
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summery: Harry grows up as Remus and Severus' son, spending school hours at Hecate's school for young witches and wizards. Despite the slight difference in their ages his guardians arrange play dates with both the Malfoy heir, Draco who is Severus' other godson and the Longbottom heir, Neville.

Chapter 16

Every year, Harry was forced to continue to fly as Seeker and the classes grew harder.

While Ron had finally learned that insulting Slytherins to his face was a bad choice, he did try to keep a distance between Harry and his friends.

The only classes Harry didn’t have with his awkward shadow were Ancient Runes and Numerology, yet Hermione had him claimed as a partner from day one of those classes.

Ron had chosen Divination which was apparently an easy ‘O’ if one filled their assignments with enough depressive predictions and Care of Magical Creatures, which was strangely taught by someone who never finished took his OWL exams much less graduated. Harry was going to take that class until he found out that Hagrid was teaching, he dropped it before September his Second Year…

They had attended the World Cup that year…

Ron was furious with him.

Harry had been invited Uncle Lucius who a guest of Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge who was only too pleased to have him there as well.

Harry had been there with Blaise, Theo and Draco watching the match awestruck and never even saw Ron, much less Hermione.

Something Ron didn’t see as forgivable…

Harry also had his first official crush on the Bulgarian Seeker…

He wanted to grow up to be just like him, he was embarrassed when Blaise, Theo and Draco assured him he was as good and likely would be better…

It was September first and Harry had flooed to Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters with his family.

He chose to sit with his childhood friends because Nemia was so shy and was more comfortable with them. Artemis was a quiet sort as well but she was extremely protective of Nemia.

Harry had received a letter from Ron yelling at him for ignoring him at the World Cup.

It wasn’t his fault that Uncle Lucius had arranged for Harry to meet Viktor Krum after the match so they had left via portkey after Bulgaria received the trophy.

Ron bursting into the compartment with Hermione at his heels and starting into a tirade was still a surprise.

“What too good to sit with us anymore now that you’ve ended up guests of the Malfoys?”

Harry blinked, “What?”

“Are you still going to claim you never saw us at the World Cup?”

Harry nodded, “I didn’t. when you mentioned tickets, I already had one. Uncle Lucius,”

“Lucius Malfoy isn’t your Uncle! You’re a Potter damn it!” Ron roared.

“Lucius is a friend of my adopted fathers, he’s godfather to my sister Artemis. Draco and I are both papa’s godsons. I don’t see why I can’t call Uncle Lucius my uncle.”

“You’re brainwashed by those filthy Slytherins. You need to wake up.”

“Or what?” Artemis drawled, speaking up for the first time.

“Or we’re not friends…”

“Have you ever been?” Artemis sniffed, “You’ve made my brother cry,”

“You’re not his siblings, you have no blood tie. Potter is a Potter and you are a Prince, stop filling his head with nonsense.”

“Get out!” Harry said storming to his feet, “You can’t talk to my sisters like that.”

“Don’t you talk down to me Potter!”

“I never have,” Harry said defensively, “however you talk down to everyone else. I chose to sit her because Nemia is shy. She was more comfortable with people she knew like my friends. Where Nemia is, Artemis is usually not far behind. Just go away, you’re making Nemia cry.”

So she was…

It was Giselle, Greg’s older sister who was comforting her while Millie and Artemis were fingering their wands.

Luna was just saddened…

Hermione didn’t stand up for Harry even once…

Her last letter had been marked with disappointment but it wasn’t as verbally abusive as Ron’s…

XooooooX

The Sorting was supposed to be more exciting because of his sisters’ arrival as students but Ron’s glowers and Hermione’s silence had Harry once more hiding among his Quidditch teammates.

Colin too had a sibling, who was called up to be Sorted, a Dennis Creevey…

Dennis joined Colin after he was Sorted to Gryffindor who sat close the House team…

Colin’s puppy-nature had been far easier to handle than Ron’s stalker ways…

The next name that Harry recognised was Asteria Greengrass, Daphne’s baby sister…

Harry was lost in his own thoughts and turned for a while, only hearing ‘Nemia Lupin’ brought him out of his conflicted thoughts…

He was surprised when his shy, musical sister was sorted into Gryffindor and even more so when Colin’s brother Dennis welcomed her first. He had thought she might take after Cousin Dora and end up in Hufflepuff…

Artemis’ sorting into Slytherin was less surprising…

Despite practically growing up with Asteria, Artemis wasn’t as close to her as she was to Nemia. Artemis was very unsocial, while this had worried papa and dad, Uncle Ted had counselled them against forcing her to make friends…

Harry hoped that Artemis would finally make friends now that she didn’t have Nemia as a shield against the world.

Nemia had always been timid and the likes of Zach Smith had never made that any better, it made Artemis cold and untrusting…

The duel announcement of the Triwizard Tournament and the cancelling of the Quidditch season had the entire Great Hall explode into a cacophony of noise…

Ron was one of the more vocal about entering, even more so after the declaration that only those Seventeen and older would be allowed to enter.

Harry let out a sigh of relief; this meant that he would be able to focus school work without being distracted by practices.

XooooooX

Samhain arrived, not Harry’s favourite holiday…

It was not held on his parents’ death anniversary, as the Potter heir he was expected to attend the Lupin-Prince memorial of those lost.

His birth parents had died seventeen days after Samhain, this year it was only thirteen days…

Harry’s parents had chosen to hold their Samhain celebrations on the third night of full moon.

This was always tricky due to dad’s being a werewolf…

The drawing for the champions was to be held on the second night of Samhain, which was the nineteenth of the month. Dinner was usually held from five to seven but moon rise today was approximately seven minutes to six that evening.

This meant of course that neither of his parents would be able to attend the Samhain Feast.

They rarely did, usually it was something that the Lupin-Princes boycotted. Harry had stayed in his parents’ apartment to look after his sisters so they could have alone time.

Harry was sitting with his Slytherin friends and Colin going over homework even though they had no classes today. Artemis was sitting with them as were Nemia and Dennis…

With moon set yesterday morning about a three minutes before five and today at a quarter to six, papa had barely gotten hardly gotten any sleep. Papa had napped before class yesterday but he would sleep all day today because tomorrow the moon wasn’t setting until after seven tomorrow morning…

Things seemed almost normal for Samhain if you ignored the fact that Harry was not sitting with Ron or Hermione…

Having known Fred and George’s perchance for pranks as well as a dislike of arbitrary rules, Harry wasn’t surprised when they and their partner-in-pranking attempted to use an aging potion to circumvent the age-line and enter the Tournament…

He was however floored at Dumbledore’s out of the blue announcement when they failed.

“You’re expelled.”

The Gryffindors present started to talk over one another in shock…

“Expel us?” George asked incredulously, “For what?”

Dumbledore glared at them imperiously, “Cheating. You took an aging potion to attempt to thwart my Age Line.”

Fred was stunned, “You’re not threatening to expel Fawcett or Summers. They did the same thing.”

“They however,” Dumbledore said eyes flashing, “…don’t have the record of troublemaking you are. This was their first offence.”

Fred glanced at George, “I think we’ve had our fill of formal education. This rots.”

“A bit boring. Why do we need out N.E.W.T.S anyway? We’ve got our O.W.L.S that’s enough for me.” George said with a shrug.

“You’ll never get a job with just OWLS.” Dumbledore scoffed.

“If we drop out,” Fred said with a smirk, “…we keep our wands. We didn’t even want to come back this year. Mum made us, we came,”

“We caused havoc and we leave.” Still bearded, George summoned his trunk and broom; he shrunk the trunk and returned it to his pocket.

Fred summoned his own broom and trunk but not before he summoned what was appeared to their inventions which he shrunk and placed in his trunk, “That’s it; I think we’ll be going now. Hey Lee, don’t let this old fool suck all the fun out of this place.”

George bowed to Angelina, “Sorry to leave you scrabbling for Beaters next year but I’m sure you can find someone to whip into shape by next November. You’ve still got Harry. Malfoy’s decent but he’s got nothing on our Harry or Charlie. Nose to the books Ron or you’ll amount to nothing.”

Ron glared, “You’re a drop out and between the two of you; you don’t even have ten OWLS. You’ll never get a job.”

Fred ruffled Nemia’s hair, “You keep out of trouble princess.”

Nemia the pet of the Tower. She had the quality that made her everyone’s little sister.

George playfully punched Harry in the shoulder; “We’ll miss flying with you but have fun up there. Don’t let Malfoy win…”

No one noticed the look Harry gave Slytherin’s Prefect, his best friend Draco except for Draco who gave him a smile.

The spectators were also oblivious when Artemis slipped away.

The Weasley twins high-fived one another and tossed a few of their fireworks.

They zipped and zoomed before exploding in vibrant colours.

Fred and George flew out the front door of the castle, tossing more fireworks.

Fred cast a Sonorus, “Our faithful fans and customers, we hate to leave you but we’ve got to make our own way in the world. You’re welcome to continue to place owl orders with us. We’ll send notice when we establish our own premises. Later catch you.”

Dumbledore stood there glaring, “Don’t let the wards slam closed behind you.”

George stuck his tongue out.

The former beaters soared, waved once more and then disappeared, as they’d cast notice-me-not charms.

Life would be so much more boring without them…

XooooooX

Harry sat with Angelina and Alicia on his left, Katie on his right while Colin, Dennis and Nemia sat across from him.

Their guests, the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students, had arrived on the third of September because it was a Saturday following the start of term.

Harry had been so surprised when his crush Viktor Krum arrived with Durmstrang as a prospective student.

Dumbledore seemed to be a different person from the one who tried to expel Fred and George when he welcomed them to the Samhain Feast and reminded them about the Goblet of Fire.

Harry clapped very hard when Viktor Krum was announced the Durmstrang Champion, he clapped as well when Fleur Delacour, who was distant cousin of Draco’s was revealed to be Beauxbatons’ Champion.

Harry was hoping that Adrian Pucey, Brecc Montague or Angelina became Champion for Hogwarts because he respected them…

It was disheartening that Fred and George were gone…

Harry blinked when Dumbledore paused almost dramatically when he finally read the name of Hogwarts’ Champion.

“Hogwarts will be represented by…Harry Potter?”

Harry fell of out his seat in shock.

The entire Great Hall was silent at first…

Then Ron led a loud chorus complaining about Potter always receiving special treatment.

“Get up here Potter.”

Harry flinched; he stood up slowly and headed up to the dias but ignored the other teachers.

He only addressed his papa’s cousins, “Aunt Charity, Aunt Irma I didn’t enter. I don’t know what he’s talking about.”

Harry was practically dragged into the ante-chamber when First Years waited before Sorting by McGonagall.

His relatives on the staff were unable to enter the ante-chamber after Dumbledore.

Fleur blinked at him, “’Arry? Vy are yoo ‘ere?”

Harry opened his mouth to speak but McGonagall spoke first.

“His name came out of the Goblet.”

“’Arry es younger zen my cousin Draco, ‘e iz only quatorze.”

“Well, Bartimus knows the rule book backwards and forwards. What do you say?” the former announcer for the Quidditch World Cup and now apparently part of this Tournament, Ludo Bagman asked.

“Whoever’s name comes out of the Goblet of Fire is magically bound to participate.” The gruff ‘Bartimus’ announced.

“I can’t enter, I’m a kid!” Harry protested.

“You must have or how else would it be in the cup?” Bagman frowned.

“I didn’t do it! I know aging potion don’t work because my friends on the Quidditch team; Fred and George failed to enter.”

“It’s your name.” McGonagall said frowning at the scrap of parchment, she cast her wand at it, “It’s even your handwriting, see?”

Harry was completed freaked, how could that be? He didn’t enter; he never even went near the cup.

He trembled, “Fleur you have to believe me, I didn’t enter!”

“Es ‘onesty. His scent says so.” Fleur agreed.

“I’m too young to enter magical contracts without a guardian’s consent! Papa and Dad,” Harry tried to protest.

“Are indisposed and unable to be reached,” Dumbledore winked at him, “This means that your de-facto guardian is Minerva.”

“The age-limit was only a precaution, if he wants to participate so badly then I let him.”

Harry fumed, “You’re not listening! I didn’t enter! I don’t want to be a Champion.”

“These claims of innocence as ridiculous, that’s your handwriting young man. A guardian consented, you are going to participate.”

“Bloody Hell, I’ll fail I tell you! You make me do this, I’ll fail! Or die, everyone died last time! I don’t want to die…” Harry ran out the unlocked entrance and left before he could hear anything else…

He didn’t head for the tower but rather his old room in his family’s apartment in the dungeons.

Harry buried himself in the bed, it was horrid enough he was forced to play Quidditch but now he was stuck in some stupid tournament where the last time it happened everyone died…

He cried himself to sleep at the unfairness of it…

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?

AN: Anyone mad at me for Fred and George's almost expulsion, it already was part of this fic-verse's timeline having been referred to in Bound to You and in Breaking the Chains of the Past.

I decided that since a Second Hogwarts Champion was never mentioned in this fic-verse and it would be more traumatic if Harry was disowned by most of Gryffindor when he was the only Hogwarts Champion. Having this happen when Severus and Remus aren't there to stop it would make it all the worst...
Jan - Ron has never been Harry's friend but Harry didn't chose to see it. This was mentioned in Bound to you which I am getting closer to!
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