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The whole story	By : Riahana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42622 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Authors Note~ Thank you, Bored I do update often, sometimes many times a day or none at all if I am busy. I am guessing the length to be around 150k maybe more depending character development and the tangets the characters like to take me on. As for your third question, I am intending this to be a slow burn so it could awhile before that relationship completly develops. thrnbrooke, you should know I dont give hints in the Authors Notes LOL... but I will say your goning to hate this ending... Thank you everyone for the reviews and 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 17

Harry was still sore, bruised, and battered from his lesson with his so-called loving Godfather and Remus. Those two had him running, jumping, dodging every curse they could think of. What he thought was going to be a great day filled with fun; turned into a torture session from his sadistic Godfather. So with a lot of apprehension Harry looked into the room that was meant to be used for him to learn Elven magic.

Luckily for him it didn’t look like the last training room, this one had soft plushy chairs and glasses of pumpkin juice waiting for him. Walking into the room Harry recognized Rabastion Lestrange from the other night. Harry was still wary of this Elf, it wasn’t from the rumors that circulated around the Wizarding World; it was more from the fact the Elf didn’t talk much.

“Enrai, please come…Sit; we are only going to talk today.” Rabastion enunciated. That was another problem with the Elf he was too formal, and refused to call him anything but Lord or Enrai, it unnerved Harry.

“Please if you call me Harry, I will call you anything you want.” Harry pleaded with the Elf hoping this time would be different.

“I am sorry My Lord, but I refuse to call you by such informal terms; but you may call me by any name you so choose.” Harry’s shoulders sagged in defeat knowing he had lost this battle, but maybe with continued determination on the subject, he could get Rabastion to call him by his name.

“As I said we are only going to talk today, if I am going to fast or you have a question, you are welcome to interrupt. I feel back and forth discussion on a subject is the best way for someone to learn.” Rabastion gave Harry a look to see if he was understood.

“Yea, of course…” Harry smirked before continuing, “Rabastion.”

Rabastion only nodded at Harry’s use of his first name and delved right into lecturing. “Elven magic; which wizards may refer to as wandless, is different than Wizarding magic, we Elves can utilize both; but wizards can do magic with the aid of their wands. In order for a wizard to tap into Elven magic they would need something created by an Elf…For example, the Elder wand.”

“That is the wand that Dumbledore uses, is that how he defeated Grendelwald?” Harry asked wanting to test his boundaries and interrupted.

“Yes exactly, if Dumbledore did not have the Elder Wand he would never have gotten into the Elven Realm…” Rabastion smiled at Harry for his question. “Now think of a tree; the Realm is the roots that hold the tree up.” Rabastion started to draw the tree as he described each part of it. “You are the trunk; connecting the branches to the roots, each main branch is the First Families” Rabastion drew each branch naming them as he went; only one branch was dead looking. “At the end of each branch are satellite branches, these are the families that each Head of house looks after, the second and third tier families.” The dead branch with the name Rosier didn’t have any satellite branches.

“Why does that branch look dead?” Harry pointed at the dead branch.

“That is the house of Rosier averial Elves, the last of their line died to save the Dark Lord after the battle at Godric’s Hallow, now I don’t want to get to ahead of ourselves so let’s wait a bit and I’ll explain the house of Rosier.” Harry nodded his acceptance to postpone certain questions for later.

“Like any tree there are outside forces such as winds, earthquakes or storms; that will try to uproot the tree, or cut it down.” Rabastion stopped for a minute, waiting for Harry to come to the natural conclusion.

“So that means, if my family line is the trunk, then the outside force that cut down the tree would be Dumbledore, which left the branch families cut away from the roots or realm.” Harry looked at Rabastion to make sure he understood, the gentle smile Rabastion gave back, confirmed to Harry that he was correct.

“Very good Enrai, I know this sounds like something that you would learn in history with the Dark Lord, but this is a very important concept to learn before attempting Elven magic…”Rabastion stopped for a minute to sip his drink. “Within each branch family they have a specialized area of magic, and as the trunk you, My Lord are able to control each type of branch magic to protect the realm.”

With what Rabastion was saying, meant that he would become more powerful, and he didn’t know if he wanted any more power. So far all it had done was get him noticed and in trouble. Harry nodded to Rabastion indicating he was ready to listen again.

“Some of the different branches you have already shown an aptitude towards.” Rabastion giving Harry the first smirk that day. “For the Riddle branch, they have the ability to speak to beasts, including serpents.”

“So when Dumbledore said the reason I was a parseltongue, because I had a connection to Voldemort, isn’t quiet true. I got the ability because of who my family line is; I would have became a parseltongue regardless if Voldemort ever came into being?” This last bit of knowledge hit him harder than others, it was misleading truth that manipulated him into believing the ability to speak to snakes; was evil.

“It is not just the ability to speak to snakes; My Lord, with practice you could speak to all beasts, even your beloved owl.” Harry became excited; to be able to speak to Hedwig would be brilliant.

“You also have the natural talent with flying; you wouldn’t have that if it wasn’t for the Rosier branch. Even though their line is no longer in existence; through you their magic will live on. It is why the branch has not fallen off the tree.” Harry knew it wasn’t time to ask about the Rosier branch yet, but it would be coming soon. Harry smiled though to get Rabastion to continue lecturing.

“The reason that Severus is so hard on you about potions is because that is their branch specialty.” Harry looked pensive for a minute before contributing.

“I think it has a lot to do with Severus, why I cannot learn potions; when Draco was there, I did great; the answers coming easily for me.”

“Severus has many issues that he needs to work out, but I concur with your assessment.” Rabastion nodding his head. “The Black’s branch; are the pranksters of the tree, which I am sure you could guess from your Godfathers antics.”

Harry laughed with Rabastion, about his Godfather, than something came to him. “So that means Remus is a werewolf?”

“Not exactly My Lord, the Greybacks are Lythari Elves, they can shapeshift into wolves at anytime, whereas the werewolves only shapeshift at the full moon. Now you could also have this ability if you choose too but not many of the previous Enrai have done so; there has never been a need. Now the Malfoy branch is a little different, they are the second highest in magical ability right under your line. They excel in deception, and suppressing their emotions, and are considered the most logical and reasonable of all the branches…”

“Is that why they have done so well in politics, which means I could do great in that arena as well?” Harry asked tipping his head to the side.

“Yes My Lord, exactly.”

“So what about the Lestrange branch, you’re the Head of House correct?” Harry asked interested in the different branches, and wanting to learn the last of the seven different branches. That was when a sadistic grin stretched across Rabastion's face making him shiver.

“We excel at the art of torture…”Rabastion looked down to compose himself, “My Lord, our time is up for the day…My mate is anxious to have you as a student.”

The lesson had gone great up to the last point Rabastion had made. The thought of torture as an art, chilled him to the bone, and knowing he could learn it, excel, and could possibly like it, was an even scarier thought. He rushed to his next lesson, not even wondering what Healing would be like, he had been wrong about every lesson so far.

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Bellatrix was informative, structured, and strict; all reminding him of Madame Pomfrey. This was probably a healer trait. Harry thought the lesson with Rabastion was a lot more interesting, than learning all 206 bones in the human body, and the fact that Elves had an additional 20 more. She was also the first one to give him homework, telling him that he needed to be able to name all the bones of the Human body then be able to tell her where the extra bones Elven were located.

Harry could not understand how Rabastion and Bellatrix were mates; it must be something about the Elven Realm where, opposites attract. Which could become scary, if Harry was an Elf; which was becoming more evident with each passing minute, than who was his mate?

Dinner that night was by far the quietest, with only Narcissa and Harry. Tom locked himself in his room, Lucius on business and dragging Draco with him; and everyone else heading back to their home. Harry almost missed Draco; sometimes it was too quiet in the large Manor without the blond around.

As with every meal so far Narcissa waited till she was done eating setting her fork down to ask Harry a question. “How were you lessons today? Are you looking forward to tomorrow’s lesson?”

Harry smiled at the thought of Rabastion’s lesson he really did like that one, “Yea it was great, Rabastion has a great way of helping me understand, but Bellatrix was a little too…”

Narcissa laughed, “Yes I know about Bellatrix, she is my sister, and has always been like that, don’t worry she will warm up to you.” Narcissa finished with a smile. “So about my lesson tomorrow?”

“Honestly, I have been wrong so far when I would assume a lesson to be a certain way. So I will pass judgment after the lesson is over.” Harry finished with cheeky grin, standing from the table.

“Good night Narcissa” Harry said as he left for his chambers.

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Lucius knocked on the Dark Lord’s door, in a foul temper. When he was allowed to enter he couldn’t even sit, pacing was better at getting out the pent up frustration he had from having to deal with the infuriating Heiress.

“So how did today go?” the Dark Lord asked.

“Today, tried every bit of patience I could ever possess, do you know what she had Draco and I doing all day? Let me tell you, first we went through all her pictures so she could being the perfect ones, then it was packing and unpacking until she made sure she had brought everything. Last it was double checking if her house would hold up for an extended leave.” Lucius wasn’t even finished yet but the Dark Lord asked another question.

“But she will be here tomorrow?”

“Yes, I will be picking her up in the morning so you have a chance to talk with the Heiress before she meets Harry after his lessons with Narcissa.” Lucius spoke with a resigned sigh.

“Then you may go, sounds like you have a busy day ahead of you.” The Dark Lord smiled.

Lucius didn’t even get to tell the Dark Lord about the thirty minute fit Draco had, and Lucius had to hear, about the fact that Harry had already retired for the night and Draco didn’t even get to see him for the day.

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Harry’s final lesson for the week was turning out to be like most of his other lessons, difficult, time consuming and increasingly boring. He wasn’t allowed to slouch, couldn’t say “yea” it had to be yes; and numerous other rules he must follow that he had already forgotten about. That wasn’t even considering the social graces he would learn, any faux pas he was to avoid and the ten dance styles he must master. Harry didn’t know how Draco could stand it.

Looking over at the blond with his perfect posture, innate grace, and composed face made Harry want to scream. This wasn’t a lesson on deportment; this was a slow burn of tedium and boredom. After the twentieth time of being reprimanded to sit still, Draco looked over to the squirming Harry; took out parchment, scribbling.

This picture wasn’t a means of escape, but to show Harry that Draco was just as bored as he was. It had picture Draco with a string of drool hanging from his mouth that got longer and longer. Then the picture Draco would raise his wand to his own head casting a spell on himself. The picture Draco would slump forward as if he had killing himself.

Harry looked at Draco, who was currently grinning at Harry. He couldn’t take it anymore knowing that Draco was bored to death; had him in peals of laughter.

“Harry what is so funny?” Narcissa’s normally soft voice became stern in these lessons. Harry couldn’t answer her due to laughing so hard. Narcissa walked over and looking at the picture Draco had drawn. A flash of anger crossing her face while watching the picture.

“Draco I do not think this is proper encouragement in teaching Harry the social graces.” Narcissa frowned at her son.

“Your right mother, but I figured that it would be better to alleviate some of Harry’s boredom.” Draco then glanced at Harry, “As you can see it has worked.”

“I’m not going to punish you for this Draco, but next time I will…you two may leave for the day” Narcissa said with a resigned sigh. Harry actually felt a little guilty Narcissa had tried really hard to teach Harry, next time he vowed he would be a better student for her.

“I’m sorry Narcissa; I will try harder.” Harry gave the Elf a sincere smile.

“I understand Harry, I think next week we will learn the dances, the movement shouldn’t be so boring.” Narcissa said giving Harry the same smile back.

When Harry walked out of the classroom Draco was waiting for him, grabbing Harry’s hand, the blond started dragging him in the opposite direction then Harry wanted to go.

“Hurry up Harry… I have a surprise for you…Well I mean my parents, the Dark Lord, I guess everyone. But I did most the work getting your present here.” So this is where Draco had been going the last couple of days, Harry had never gotten a present that wasn’t on his birthday or Christmas, and those didn’t even start till after his first year at Hogwarts. He didn’t even know what he did to earn a present.

“Draco I don’t need anything, your parents already gave me enough clothes that I doubt I will ever wear them all. The lessons aren’t too bad…” Harry tried to explain to get out of this present that Draco was excited about.

“Nonsense Harry you deserve this…You need this…I promise, you will love it.” Draco said while still dragging the reluctant Harry.

They reached a set of doors, Draco moved behind him. “Now I’m only going to cover your eyes for a minute I want this to be a complete surprise.” Draco covered Harry’s eyes with his hands, guiding him into the room.

Harry couldn’t see anything, but he could hear people breathing in the room, he also could hear a small gasp that sounded like it came from a woman. Draco removed his hands, in front of Harry was a small woman; with green eyes, auburn hair interwoven with sliver, the only testament to her age.

“Harry I would like you to meet your Grandmother.” Draco whispered into his ear.
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