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Arcane Academy	By : fazed Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 67604 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 29
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Chapter 17

Harry woke to the sound of soft giggling and a flash of light. "Quick, get one more. He's waking up." Another flash of light, and Harry finally opened his eyes. He immediately wished he hadn't when he saw a grinning Hermione with a camera in her hands with Ginny standing beside her. Before he could say anything to her, though, Hermione raised the camera again and snapped another picture.

"What are you doing, Hermione?" Harry asked grumpily, raising his head to scowl at his friend.

"I couldn't help it. You four are just so cute together," said Hermione cheerfully. Ginny just grinned and nodded in agreement.

"Go away. It's too early for this," groaned Harry.

"It's after nine, Harry. It's time to get up anyway," said Hermione unsympathetically. When Harry just glared at her for that response, she sighed and tugged Ginny out of the room with her. That boy could be so stubborn at times.

As the two girls left the room, Harry just shook his head in bemusement. He would never understand girls. He slowly laid his head back down on his pillow only to feel smooth, muscular flesh beneath his cheek. Harry rubbed his cheek against the firm flesh of his Zenith pillow with a contented sigh, the Dracken's scent relaxing him completely.

"Damn, I thought those chits would never leave."

Harry jerked upright at the sound of that voice, causing Zenith to grunt in protest at the abrupt movement. "Octavius! When did you get back?"

"Missed me, did you?" asked Octavius teasingly, sitting up in the bed and pulling Harry off of Zenith to sit beside him. "I got back last night, but you were already asleep."

"You could have woken me," Harry protested. "How was your visit home? Did Claudius enjoy my gift?"

Octavius snickered. By the time he'd finally left to come back here, Claudius was practically begging him to leave.

Flashback

Octavius ripped open the gift Harry had asked him to give Claudius and carefully selected one of the candies. He then walked up to his brother and held it out. "Try this. Harry gave them to me for Christmas."

Claudius grinned and snatched the candy out of his hand, popping it into his mouth. A moment later, a large purple ferret stood in the demon's place. Octavius' jaw dropped at the ridiculous sight before bursting into laughter. These pranks were pure genius.

The ferret blew up in a puff of smoke, and Claudius found himself sitting on the floor in shock. "What the hell was that?"

"Ferret Fudge. Brilliant, isn't it?" snickered Octavius. “And I’ve got a whole box of pranks to try out while I’m here.”

Claudius scowled at Octavius. “I won’t be falling for that trick again.”

“We’ll see,” said Octavius confidently.

End Flashback

“Claudius wasn’t the only one who experienced that gift. I got my horrid step-mother with the Lizard Lemon, the Gorilla Grape, and the Chinchilla Custard. Of course, she didn’t find it nearly as funny as I did,” said Octavius gleefully. That was actually the highlight of his visit. It was absolutely hilarious to see his step-mother’s reactions to such childish pranks.

“I see. You drove your family to the brink of murder, so you had to leave to avoid certain death,” said Harry dryly.

“Hey! I left because my step-mother had the bright idea to host a ball to celebrate Claudius’ betrothal and to find me a prospective mate. She didn’t much like the fact that I told her I was already courting someone and to keep her nose out of my business,” said Octavious bluntly. “Unlike Tristan’s parents, she can’t disown me for refusing to sign a betrothal contract because my mother made sure I would be independent from my father and his bitchy wife.”

“What do you mean about Tristan’s parents?” asked Harry slowly.

Octavius looked startled at the question and then guilty. Before he could say anything, though, Tristan leaned over Zenith and punched the shadow demon in the jaw. “You really need to learn to keep you damn mouth shut,” growled Tristan irritably.

“What is he talking about, Tristan?” asked Harry, staring at the redheaded faerie worriedly.

Tristan sighed and scrubbed his face wearily. “My parents contacted me last night to inform me that I needed to return home to sign a betrothal contract.”

“Does that mean you’re withdrawing from the courtship?” asked Harry in a small voice.

“Hell no!” snapped Tristan. “I refused to sign the contract, so now they’re threatening to disown me. Luckily, Aunt Marissa said she would be more than happy to let me stay with her if it comes to that.”

“I’m sorry, Tristan,” said Harry, ears drooping sadly.

Tristan tugged gently on a drooping ear. “You don’t have to apologise, Harry. It’s certainly not your fault. Even if I weren’t already courting you, this would still happen because there is no way in hell I would ever sign a contract betrothing me to Silas Fucking Hargrove.”

“Silas Hargrove? Are you serious?” asked Harry incredulously. “Why in the world would they choose him? You two hate each other, and he’s an elf.”

“That’s precisely why,” said Tristan bitterly. “They’ll do just about anything to make me miserable in revenge for my perceived part in Callandra’s death. Hell, they didn’t even approach Hargrove about the betrothal until after Aunt Marissa told them about our courtship.”

“You know I’ll help in any way I can, right?” asked Harry earnestly.

“Of course, I do,” said Tristan, standing up and stretching. “Now enough of this sap. Let’s get some breakfast. I’m starving.”

“I’m with Tristan on this,” said Octavius. “I haven’t had a decent meal since I left here. Mrs. Weasley is a goddess in the kitchen. Her cooking is much better than that gourmet crap my step-mother insists on having at every meal.” He got off the bed and grabbed a change of clothes from his trunk. “I call first shower,” he said and darted out the door.

“Damn it, Octavius. You better not be in there more than fifteen minutes,” growled Tristan, chasing after the other teen.

Harry turned to look at a sleepy-eyed Zenith. “Are you ready for breakfast, or do you plan on going back to sleep?”

Zenith yawned and rubbed his gritty eyes. “I think I’m going to try to get a couple more hours of sleep. I didn’t sleep all that well last night.”

Harry immediately felt guilty about that. “I’m sorry, Zenith. It’s no wonder you didn’t sleep well with me sprawled all over you like I was this morning. Why didn’t you wake me? Or just shove me off for that matter?”

“You weren’t the problem. You hardly weigh anything at all,” said Zenith quickly. “It was the other two that kept me awake all night, jabbing me in the sides with their pointy elbows every time they rolled over. Of course, it also didn’t help that I was lying on my wings all night because of the extra company. Your bed is entirely too small to accommodate all four of us.”

“Get some sleep, Zenith,” said Harry, pressing a quick kiss to the Dracken’s lips. “I’ll bring you something to eat in a bit.”

"Thanks, Harry,” said Zenith, rolling over onto his stomach and stretching out his wings as soon as Harry got off the bed. He hissed softly in pain as the cramped wings protested the movement. Then he felt nimble fingers rub gently against the aching wing joints and almost purred as the pain slowly faded away. Zenith soon fell into a relaxed sleep.

Harry smiled at the sleeping Dracken and slowly pulled his hands away from Zenith’s wings. He snickered softly, though, when Zenith’s tail snaked around his wrist as if trying to his hand in place. Harry carefully pulled his hand free and stepped away from the bed. He quietly gathered a change of clothes and walked out of the room.

XxX

Harry was just finishing his breakfast when an owl swooped through the open window and dropped a letter on his empty plate. He frowned slightly and reached for the letter, blinking in surprise when he saw the familiar handwriting of Severus Snape. He hesitantly opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.

Potter,

I’m just writing to inform you that Albus thinks you’re dead. In his infinite wisdom, he decided to use some of your blood that he managed to obtain before your inheritance in a blood spell designed to locate the owner of said blood. As your blood is obviously no longer human, the spell backfired, and he has concluded that you are no longer among the living as a result. I’m telling you this, of course, because now you have more leeway in finding a way to destroy the Dark Lord without any interference from either party as I will be informing the Dark Lord of your ‘death’ at my next summoning.

Severus Snape.

Harry stared at the letter in shock for a long moment. Dumbledore thought he was dead? A wide smile slowly curled his lips.

“What is it, Harry? Who sent you the letter?” asked Hermione quietly.

“It’s from Snape,” said Harry.

“Now that git’s sending you letters?” asked Ron incredulously. “What the hell, mate?”

“Shush, Ron,” snapped Hermione irritably. “What did he say?”

Harry shrugged and smiled innocently. “Apparently, Dumbledore thinks I’m dead.”

Complete silence followed Harry’s announcement. Then the twins burst into raucous laughter, laughing so hard they slid from their chairs into the floor. When they finally got their laughter under control, they peeked over the table to grin at Harry. “You just played the ultimate prank on the old coot without even trying. Good one, mate.”

“And why does Dumbledore think you’re dead, Harry?” asked Remus softly.

“See for yourself,” said Harry, handing the letter to Remus.

Remus quickly read the letter and scowled. “That bastard is such a hypocrite. He constantly touts the evil of dark magic, but he’s all too willing to use it when it serves a purpose for him.”

Molly snatched the letter out of Remus’ hand and gasped in outrage at what she found. “I can’t believe he would resort to using blood magic to find Harry.”

Harry rolled his eyes at that proclamation. “There’s nothing wrong with blood magic, Mrs. Weasley. In fact, that’s one of my classes at Arcane Academy. It’s the fact that he procured and used my blood without my permission that has me so ticked. Who knows how long he’s even had that blood and what he planned to use it for in the first place? I’m just lucky that my blood is no longer the same, or all of us would have been in danger.”

Mrs. Weasley just gaped at Harry, hardly hearing the rest of what he said. “You’re learning blood magic?”

“Yes, Mrs. Weasley,” sighed Harry. “It’s actually a really useful branch of magic, and I really enjoy the class. Zenith is even apprenticing in blood magic to get his mastery. In fact, England is one of only three countries in the world who has made it illegal to perform blood magic.”

“I wish I could attend Arcane Academy. You’re so lucky, Harry,” said Hermione wistfully.

“Just because you can’t go to school with me doesn’t mean you can’t learn with me, Hermione,” said Harry comfortingly. “You’ve gotten several books from the bazaar, and I’m perfectly willing to let you borrow my school books and notes over the summer.”

Hermione’s face lit up at the offer, and she smiled brightly at her friend. “Thank you, Harry. That would be wonderful.”

“She’s absolutely barmy, wanting to do schoolwork over the summer,” muttered Ron, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Hush it, Ronald. You could learn a lot from Hermione’s example,” Molly reprimanded. “What other classes are you taking, dear?”

“Healing, Warding, Elemental magic, Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Magi Arts, and Potions,” said Harry promptly.

Molly blinked in surprise at the list. After hearing that Harry was learning blood magic, she was more than a little afraid he would be learning such things as the Dark Arts or Necromancy. Instead, though, he was learning useful skills like healing and warding. “Are you planning to become a Curse Breaker or a Healer?”

“Don’t know yet,” said Harry with a shrug. “I still have a year and half before I have to decide on my apprenticeship.”

“I think you’re all forgetting something here,” Bill interjected. “Gringott’s is required to contact the guardians of the deceased, and Dumbledore had himself named as your magical guardian when Sirius went to Azkaban.”

“And just when I thought he couldn’t be any more of a bastard than he already was,” said Harry bitterly. A thoughtful look crossed his face before he jumped to his feet. “I think I need to pay a quick visit to the bank. I’ll be back later.” He almost ran from the room, leaving everyone staring at the empty doorway in confusion.

Octavius suddenly grinned and disappeared in a swirl of shadows. Harry was up to something, and he was curious to find out what. He quickly caught up to the brunet and pulled him into the shadows with him, transporting them both to the bank in seconds.

“That was a bit disorienting,” muttered Harry, blinking his eyes rapidly to adjust to the abrupt change in lighting.

“You get used to it eventually,” said Octavius cheerfully.

“If you say so,” said Harry wryly. He took a deep breath and walked up to a goblin teller, writing in a thick ledger. “I need to speak with someone about my accounts.”

“Name?” asked the goblin curtly without even glancing up at him.

“Harry Potter,” said Harry politely.

The goblin took one look at Harry and snorted derisively. “Try again, demon.” He proceeded to ignore Harry by writing in the ledger in front of him.

Harry growled at the dismissal and grabbed the goblin by the neck, lifting the diminutive creature off his feet. “I said that I want to speak with someone about the Potter and Black accounts. I suggest that you call someone to do that.” He roughly set the goblin back onto his feet and sneered at him. “And I’m not a demon.”

The goblin trembled slightly in fear at the amount of power roiling off the teen. He raised a shaky hand and summoned another goblin. When the other goblin reached them, he said in an unsteady voice, “Please escort Mr. Potter to a private office and summon the manager to his accounts.”

The goblin raised a brow in surprise at his cowed co-worker, but he didn’t say anything. He simply gestured for the two teens to follow him and lead them to an empty office. “Have a seat. Someone will be with you shortly.”

“Exactly what are you planning, kit?” asked Octavius curiously.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” said Harry placidly.

Fifteen minutes later, a goblin carrying a thick file hurried through the door with an irritable scowl. “I’m Rangthorn, account manager of the Black and Potter accounts. What business do you have with me?”

“Considering that I am the heir to both of those names, I’d say I have a lot of business with you,” drawled Harry.

Rangthorn slowly set the file on the desk and turned to look at Harry more closely. “Our records indicate that Harry Potter is a half-blood wizard. Also according to our records, there hasn’t been a magical creature in the family for more than three hundred years. Imposters are dealt with harshly at Gringott’s bank.”

“I’m sure you have some way of proving that I am who I say I am,” said Harry with an unconcerned shrug.

“Indeed,” said Rangthorn. He pulled open his desk drawer and pulled out a piece of parchment and a thin dagger. He pushed both items toward Harry with a raised brow. “Place three drops of blood on the parchment. After that, you’ll also need to focus a bit of your magic onto the parchment so we can verify your magical signature.”

Harry picked up the knife and pricked his finger, allowing three drops of blood to fall onto the parchment. He then placed his finger onto the parchment and pushed a small amount of magic into the parchment. He watched the blood sink into the parchment and writing begin to appear. Harry only had time to see his name on the parchment before the goblin quickly snatched the parchment up and read the contents, eyes widening in shock.

“Now that I have proved myself, shall we proceed with business?” asked Harry firmly.

“Of course, Mr. Potter. What may I do for you today?” asked the goblin quietly.

“It has come to my attention that Albus Dumbledore is my magical guardian. Is this true?” asked Harry.

“Yes, it is. With Sirius Black’s incarceration and Alice Longbottom’s institutionalization, Albus Dumbledore was appointed as your magical guardian,” said Rangthorn.

“Is there any way to revoke that?” asked Harry.

“There’s no need to,” said Rangthorn. “Although you are only sixteen, you have already received your magical inheritance, making you legally an adult in the wizarding world. As such, Dumbledore no longer has any say over your future.”

“If I were to die, would he have any claim on my inheritance?” asked Harry.

“Yes, as the only guardian listed, Dumbledore would inherit your fortune unless stated otherwise in a will,” said Rangthorn.

“I would list Remus as my beneficiary, but I’m sure Dumbledore would have grounds to contest that since he claims that Remus kidnapped me, and Remus is a werewolf,” said Harry thoughtfully. He finally sighed and decided to explain his situation. He told Rangthorn about his brutal beating at Vernon’s hands and subsequent rescue by Remus, including Dumbledore’s part in the whole mess. “At the moment, Dumbledore thinks I’m dead, and I want him to continue to think that. Is there any way you can delay any efforts he makes to claim my inheritance without outright telling him that I’m still alive?”

“What proof does Dumbledore have that you’re dead?” asked Rangthorn curiously.

“Blood magic,” said Harry. “Apparently, he used some of my blood that he somehow managed to procure before my inheritance in a blood tracking spell. Obviously, it backfired because my blood is no longer the same.”

Rangthorn’s brows shot up at that. So the great Albus Dumbledore wasn’t as light as he portrayed himself to be. “Considering the fact that blood magic is illegal in England, he would be an utter fool if he tried to claim your inheritance with only that as proof. Without legal, irrefutable proof that you are dead, there’s nothing he can do.”

Harry gave an evil smirk. “How about we do this?” He leaned closer to the goblin, detailing his plan in a hushed whisper.

After Harry finished speaking, Rangthorn leaned back with a toothy grin. “That sounds like a goblin-worthy plan.”

Harry smirked in satisfaction and stood. “Thank you for your time, Rangthorn.”

“I’ll owl you monthly reports to keep you apprised of the situation,” promised Rangthorn.

Harry nodded in thanks, and he and Octavius disappeared into the shadows.

XxX

Remus practically pounced on Harry when he and Octavius reappeared in the kitchen. “Well, kit, what did they say?”

“Dumbledore can’t touch my vaults,” said Harry smugly. “First of all, he’s no longer my guardian because I came into my magical inheritance a year early, so even if he does discover that I’m alive, there’s nothing he can do to me because I’m legally an adult. Secondly, the only proof he has of my death is a spell cast by blood magic, which is illegal in Britain, and we have a back-up plan in any case.”

“That’s good news, at least,” said Remus softly, silently wondering what his kit was up to.

“Yep,” said Harry cheerfully. Glancing at the time, he blinked in surprise when he saw that he’d been at the bank for almost an hour. He grabbed a plate and started piling it full with food.

Hermione looked at the plate and shook her head. “Harry, you’ve been spending too much time with Ron if you’re already hungry again.”

“It’s for Zenith, Hermione,” laughed Harry. “He decided to sleep a little longer since he didn’t sleep that well last night. He said Tristan and Octavius kept jabbing him in the side with their bony elbows.”

“And you sleeping on top of probably didn’t help,” said Hermione.

Harry just smirked at her. “Oh, he didn’t mind that part at all.” With a small grin at Hermione’s resulting blush, Harry sauntered out of the kitchen.

Walking into his bedroom, he set the plate of food on the bedside table and gently shook Zenith awake. “Zenith, you need to wake up. It’s almost noon, and I brought you something to eat.”

Zenith rolled over onto his back, blinking sleepily up at Harry. He suddenly wrapped his arms around the brunet’s waist and dragged him down onto the bed. Harry laughed at the action and poked the Dracken in the chest.

“Don’t you want to eat, Zenith?”

Zenith grinned wolfishly and rolled over so that Harry was beneath him. “I think I will taste a bit of this delectable morsel right here.” He dipped his head and captured Harry’s lips in a sweet kiss that quickly deepened when Harry eagerly responded with a soft moan.

Harry finally broke the kiss for some much needed air only to lose his breath once more when Zenith kissed a fiery trail down his neck. He buried his hands in Zenith’s hair and his face in Zenith’s neck, peppering breathless kisses against the heated flesh. However, an innocent sweep of the Dracken’s hand down his back had Harry biting down sharply as a rush of pleasure swept through him.

Zenith’s hand froze in place briefly before he gently stroked the exposed skin surrounding the base of Harry’s tail. Harry gave a choked cry and arched his back, thrusting their hips sharply together. Merlin, he’d never expected his tail to be this sensitive.

Harry raked his fingertips down Zenith’s back, lightly tracing the joints of Zenith’s wings. Zenith’s wings fluttered at the touch, and the Dracken reached behind him and grabbed Harry’s hands, pinning them above the brunet’s head. Zenith leaned down to kiss Harry again when all of a sudden, freezing cold water splashed down on them.

Zenith hissed in shock at the abrupt dousing and sat up on the side of the bed. Harry, once he’d gotten over the shock, started to laugh. “I guess that’s one way to cool down. You okay, Zenith?”

“I’m tempted to neuter that werewolf you claim as your guardian, but otherwise I’m fine,” grumbled Zenith, drying his sodden clothes with a quick wave of his hand. He glanced back at Harry and quickly looked away when he saw the tempting sight of Harry’s soaked shirt proudly displaying his hard little nipples. “You might want to get up, too, or we may end up doused again.”

Harry grinned and languidly sat up, drying his clothes and the bed. “Well, did your breakfast survive the deluge?”

Zenith picked up the plate and snorted when he saw his eggs and sausage swimming in water. “I think the breakfast is a lost cause.”

“Come on then. Let’s get you something else to eat,” said Harry hopping off the bed and pulling Zenith to his feet. “Besides, I have some news for you.” As he pulled the Dracken toward the door, he flashed a mischievous grin and announced, “I’m dead!”

Zenith stumbled, almost dropping the plate to the floor, and stared at the brunet in shock. “Pardon me? You certainly look and feel alive to me.”

“The point is that Dumbledore believes that I’m dead thanks to a botched blood tracking spell,” said Harry placidly.

“How did you find that out?” asked Zenith in bemusement.

“Snape wrote to tell me,” said Harry cheerfully. Before Zenith could say anything to that, Harry walked into the kitchen and said, “Look who finally woke up.”

Molly smiled at Zenith as he walked into the kitchen only to frown when she saw his still full plate. “Was something wrong with your breakfast?”

“No, it just got a little… wet,” mumbled Zenith, handing the sopping plate to the Weasley Matriarch.

“Wet? How did it get wet?” asked Molly, staring down at the plate in confusion.

Remus, on the other hand, knew exactly how it got wet, and he was equal parts amused and angry. “I see you two triggered the chastity charms in your room. I’m glad they worked.”

Harry smiled sweetly at the werewolf. “I’m sure you are. Just remember that revenge is a dish best served cold. I will get you back for that, and you’ll never see it coming.”

Remus almost shrank away from Harry at that threat. It wasn’t the threat so much that scared him. It was the sweet smile that looked exactly like Lily Potter’s smile just before she got her revenge for whatever prank they’d pulled. Lily was terrifying when she had that look on her face, and if Harry was anything like his mother, he would not like what Harry did to him in repayment for that prank.

“I-It was for your own good, Harry. You’re not ready to bond with anyone yet,” stammered Remus reasonably. Harry just kept smiling. Remus sighed and dropped his head to the table. “I am so dead.”
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