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Heir to the Throne	By : Kaya_Winn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12341 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Heir to the Throne

Chapter 16

Lies and Ideas.

Harry spent the following weeks, in and out of the hospital wing, because of the Jellyfish's poisons Harry often found his body aching for no reason at all. Mott (or Tom) often came into the school after classes where over, with Dumbledore's permission no less, to sit with harry in the hospital, or the library as the boy studied. He often brought cookies and cakes and flowers, and anything else he could come up with to try and apologize to Harry. Not to be outdone, Draco often brought butterbeer, pumpkin juice, and sandwiches that he, proudly declared, had made himself.

Harry found the whole thing highly amusing, despite the fact that it was interrupting his study time, and no matter what Harry said, Tom continued to blame himself for Harry's near death. Harry had given Tom, Blaise, and Draco their halves of the mirror, grinning brightly when Tom made an astonished noise and Blaise tried to protest, saying that he wasn't a lover. Harry countered saying that he WAS a friend and wanted a way to talk to them during the summers.

Winter Vacation was coming up, and Harry was sitting in the library once more pretending to read a book, his eyes running over the same sentences over and over again as he tried to keep his mind off of staying at Hogwarts once more. As Draco had once said 'poor unwanted Potter.' Draco had been told in so little words, that if he brought Harry into Malfoy Manor, that his mother would kill him herself. He couldn't go to Tom's because...well, he was at Malfoy Manor. Blaise had offered, up until his mother had gotten very ill and Blaise had to call it off to take care of her. Neville too had offered, but with his Christmas being such a grand affair, Harry didn't want to be there, what with the no less than fifty people heading to Neville's for Christmas dinner. Far too many people for Harry's liking.

This was going to be the first year that Harry James Potter was going to spend Christmas alone. It bothered him more than he had expected it too, even Dean and Seamus where going to be away. The entire Gryffendor and Slytherin dorms were going to be completely empty. He sighed and slammed his book shut and shook his head as he stood up, stalking into the Founders Quarters. Flopping down onto the couch glaring up at the ceiling silently, sulking a little...ok sulking a lot.

“The Heir to the Throne shall emerge, Bloodline to bloodline shall be met. On Seraphim wings he shall rise, to rule the wizarding world. Friend is Foe, and Foe is Friend, to he who shall be dead... Twin Seers born of family not by blood, marks upon their brow. All species to him converge, the Heir of Merlin's golden hour. To end a wizard's war.” he recited the words that had been bothering him for days on end. “twin seers...bloodlines converge...” he sighed a little and scrubbed his face. “the Heir MUST be a pure blood...” he decided to himself. “how can someone be born into a family not by blood?” he wondered aloud picking at his nails a small scowl on his face. “shall be dead.... am I going to find this kid, only to kill him in the end?” he wondered softly swallowing thickly. “am I really as bad as Dumbledore?”

There where too many questions, and too many uncertainties, there where too many things that harry did not understand. Almost all of the letters that harry had sent out, had been returned with negatives, no one knew any twin seers, no one knew who the Heir might possibly be. “Heir...Heir to he throne...like a king....bloodlines... THAT'S IT!” harry roared leaping to his feet. “The heir of Merlin, is related to Merlin! That has to be it!....” he paused and then groaned. “Merlin died without a son.” he groaned flopping back onto he couch. “Then again...so did Gordric apparently...” Harry muttered with astonishment. “I need to...find out if Merlin ever had a son.” he grinned a little and got to his feet, feeling better with a task set in his mind, one that could easily keep him busy throughout the entire winter vacation.

He headed straight to the library, ignoring the many eyes on him as he walked the halls, most of them startled that he was without his 'faithful duo' as he had not been seen without them since the accident. It was time for Harry to really get cracking, he had letters to write, people to discover, an Heir to find, and a madman to topple. His good mood was immediately shattered when he spotted Hermione in the library, alone for once. Harry scowled as he inched past her and into a more secluded section of the library, setting up shop and rolling out a long sheet of parchment. He was going to start with the pureblood family tree's, starting with Salazar's, since it was easiest to track. If he was lucky, he might be able to find a link between the pure blood families and Merlin.

He went into the section of the library that held all of the family Archives, getting permission from Madam Pince to take them off their stands. Usually students where not even allowed to touch them, but Pince knew that Harry was always very careful. Unfortunately for Harry it had not gotten past Hermione's sharp gaze and she was now watching him very suspiciously as he started making copies to take back to his room.

“Harry.” he had gotten halfway done when she finally made her appearance, frankly Harry had been impressed with her ability to not stick her nose in right away. “I... uhm, was wondering if we could talk?” she asked hopefully looking nervous and Harry nodded. He didn't mind talking, he was probably just going to lie to her anyway.

“Have a seat.” harry offered indicating a free chair and Hermione sat watching him penning in names, scratching others out, drawing long lines from person to person, connecting the entire Pure Blood society. It was a mess... “What's up? Here to gripe about me dating a man again?”

“Oh no I just... i'm not... I just thought you liked Ginny that was all... I didn't mean to say something so...”

“Hurtful?” Harry supplied dryly, making Hermione grimace and then nod.

“That's actually not what I...wanted to talk about I just...” she bit her lip hard then. “I'm worried about you.” she admitted. “every time I see you, your either in the library, headed to the library, or heading to bed at all hours of the night.. it's not healthy Harry...”

“Ah.” harry had to admit he was shocked and he stared at her for a moment his head titled to the side as he stared at her, making her blush hard. “Hermione, I'm not over working myself I promise.” he admitted looking rather sheepish. “I just, I sort of, sleep...while you guys are all in class, because then no one bothers me in the library at night.” for a while, several people had expressed interest in helping harry 'study', so harry decided to go to the library while they where all sleeping. It worked much better.

“oh.” she muttered frowning a little as she watched Harry work on his mini project. “Harry what in the world are you doing?” she demanded sounding a little irritated.

“I'm trying to connect all of the pureblood families together, I'm trying to find a specific person. That man, the pointy eared freak working for that Lord Fraud or whatever hinted at an Heir to Merlin.” harry stated scowling a little Hermione scowling a little. “but it's very clear that Merlin died without an Heir, so it has to be a pun of some kind, or a hint, a clue, a SOMETHING!”

“Why are you so concerned about this?” Hermione asked sounding baffled and Harry glanced at her.

“because I think that if this boy, this Heir of Merlin is under the eye of this fake Lord Frond or whatever the hell he calls himself, then he has to either be very powerful, or very important. I don't believe for a second that Lord...”

“Fox, harry. It's Lord Fox, honestly your terrible at this...”

“Fox is anyone other than Voldemort.” Harry finished making her flinch. “and if Voldemort...” another flinch. “is interested in this person than so am I.” Harry finished Hermione staring at him wide eyed.

“Harry...your..obsessing.” she informed him gently, as if trying to calm a madman and harry inwardly laughed at the comparison. “I think you need to take a break from all this...”

“...I can't Hermione..” Harry whispered softly, weaving a lie without any effort. “if I don't figure all of this out...then I'm going to die...”

“W..what!?”

“That's the prophecy, mine and Voldemort's.. I have to die, in order for him to be killed... I have to find a way, ANY way to try and beat him without slaughtering myself in the process, or finding someone who can finish him off without me.” Harry informed her. “right now.. I am the only person strong enough to face Voldemort, I need to find someone else who is just as strong, maybe even stronger...because I don't think Dumbledore can do it..” he admitted sounding sad. “he hasn't even realized what I am yet...”

“What you are?” Hermione asked, sounding terrified.

“I'm a Horcrux Hermione. I am Voldemort's seventh Horcrux.” what a load of shit, but Hermione looked very convinced.

“So your hoping that this person, this Heir is strong enough to beat Voldemort...what if he's already with Voldemort?” she asked her head tilted and Harry swallowed thickly.

“Then I have to find a way to kill Voldemort, without killing myself.” Harry whispered. “and I've nearly exhausted all of those possibilities.” he was struggling to keep a straight face at Hermione's horrified face.

“oh Harry I'm so sorry...d..does Malfoy and Mott know this?” she asked softly and Harry shook his head.

“Please Hermione, you honestly think I would tell Draco something like this? He might not be a death eater yet, but that doesn't mean he isn't gunning for my head like everyone else... for as long as he thinks I actually believe that he cares about me, is that long that I can get small bits of slipped information.” he smiled a little and shook his head. “It's horribly Slytherin of me but...this is a war, and what is done must be done...” she nodded and swallowed thickly.

“What about Mott?” she asked sounding almost curious and Harry smiled a little.

“Mott is...sweet.” he admitted. “he's tender and caring, and he has a high regard for life...I can't tell him, or he'll try to talk me out of it.” she nodded a little and swallowed thickly before tugging the Parchment out of Harry's hands.

“You..better let me do this your just...making a mess.” she admitted staring at the messy names and the long lines that blended together and shook her head, getting to work, making long neat lines that clearly connected everyone to who they where supposed to be connected to. Harry felt rather Guilty bad talking Draco like that, who he knew was listening behind the next bookshelf with Mott, but he did not feel at all guilty about lying to, and using Hermione. He knew she was going to run off and tattle all of this new information to Dumbledore, but that was alright, it suited Harry's purposes.

He watched her as she finished the huge family tree in record time and smiled looking it over. “Thanks Hermione.” he stated looking it over his head tilted. “I can certainly use this, I will find him.” he decided looking over the tree' which looked more like a map at that point.

“Harry, so you really think this person can help in the war? If he even really exists?” she asked softly and Harry paused for a moment.

“Yes.” he decided nodding his eyes scanning the pure blood family tree, he had even included the Weasley's, the Longbottom's, the Potters. It was strange looking at his own name and his rather small family tree. He knew that the map was faulty though, he and Neville where related, but according to all the records on file they where of no relation. Harry was going to have to find private family tree's and connect them all together as well, it was going to be a lot of work, but eventually, hopefully Harry would be able to find the person that he was looking for. Hermione left after the curfew bell rang and harry offered her a good night, getting up and heading behind the bookshelf offering Tom and Draco a slight grin, Draco looking intensely amused.

“Just using me huh?” Draco teased and Harry snorted a little.

“Just using her you mean.” Harry assured the other flopping down into a chair and rolling out the map, letting Tom and Draco look at it as well. “One of these people...are the key to this war.” Harry mumbled softly his eyes narrowed. “but this isn't finished yet, I have a lot more information to add to it.” he admitted licking his lips. “Draco, how many un-tampered family tree's do you have in your personal possession?”

“I can get everyone's.” Draco promised looking over the map. “Mott will have to get the Dilder family tree, I don't have that one.” he admitted. “but my father and I have a record of almost every family still in existence, and a few that died out as well. I'm sure I can borrow, or make copies of others if I asked nicely.” he admitted grinning and Tom nodded.

“And what Draco can't get, I can.” he promised. “some of my family tree histories go back to before Merlin even. They should help you, but they cut off just after Merlin was born, so your going to have to piece them together bit by bit.”

Of course it wouldn't be easy, it was almost as if Merlin himself had tampered with the evidence, destroying anything that connected him to his children, much the same way that Gordric had done. There where no records of the Potter's being, in any way, related to Gordric, despite the location of Their family home.

“I have a lot of work cut out for me.” Harry said with a small groan closing his eyes, Draco and Tom both chuckling a little. “I wonder though...” harry admitted tracing a line over his Name, following it to Lily and tapping her name. “Something here, just doesn't add up...” he shook his head. “I'm too tired for this.” he groaned getting up. “come on, lets go on a date tomorrow, all three of us so I can spend some time before you guys leave.”

“..I AM sorry about my mother...” Draco muttered softly shaking his head Mott glancing at Harry.

'I could demand her to allow you to come with us, but I didn't think you would appreciate that.' Harry grinned a little and Draco coughed into his hand, to hide his own amusement.

“Your mother has every right to be angry with me, I did throw her husband in jail, and I am trying to kill her Lord. No let her be angry, someday I'll have my own house, and you guys can come visit me there instead.” harry chirped before stopping dead in his tracks. “...wait, I DO have a house!” Harry stated wide eyed with astonishment. Deep in Private drive, the protection spells over the Dursley's home quivered, and Snapped, startling Dumbledore so greatly that he nearly choked to death on one of his lemon drops. Nearly.

“You have a house?” Tom asked lifting an eyebrow and Harry nodded.

“Yeah, my mum and Dad's house, the one they lived in when they...” he glanced at Tom who nodded, understanding the pause. “I can go live there...once I've finished with this war... I could, make it my home.” he grinned a little. “it is my home.” Draco and Tom grinned, pleased that Harry was going to have a proper home, none of them had any idea, of what Harry had just done.
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