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Naga Inheritance	By : TenariRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 35008 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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So.... I realize I haven't updated in ages..... And I doubt anyone will want to read this anymore, but I will type it up anyways because someone reviewed the other day and it made me happy. So heres the next chapter.
XXXHPDMXXX Chapter Nineteen XXXHPDMXXX
So Harry thought he could be a Slytherin did he? He'd see. They'd all see. It's for the greater good after all. It'll start soon and then they'll see. “Ginny.” She wasn't perfect but she'd have to do. He'd had to sacrifice his other pawn after all.
He spoke. “Ginny my dear, it's lovely to see you. Now why on Earth did you arrange this little meeting?” 'Stupid girl.'
“It's Harry, Headmaster.” 'Isn't it always?' “You promised me him. How can he be mine if he's in Slytherin?”
“Yes, about that my child. I'm sorry to say that Harry has fallen in love with another girl. I suspect the use of a love potion, but I can't prove anything.”
“Who?! Who stole my Harry?” demanded Ginny angrily.
“I shouldn't tell you, it's not really your concern. But I've come to think of you as a granddaughter. The girl is Millicent Bulstrode.” He hadn't of course, but the girl dark and not wealthy, she'd be perfect.
Ginny's eyes went dark. “Thank you Headmaster. I should be going. Lunch has already started.”
Dumbledore grinned as Ginny stepped distractedly out of his office. 'Millicent should be heading up the corridor now. I'll give it two minutes and then I'll step out to referee.' Fawkes shuddered as a cruel laugh crept from Dumbledore's mouth.
'That Bitch. That filthy little whore. How dare she take him. He's mine. Dumbledore promised he was. As soon as he kills He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named we'll settle down and have three children, two boys and a girl. They'll all be in Gryffindor and on the Quidditch team. She can't take Harry! She can't!'
Footsteps echoed from down the hall.
XXXHPDMXXX Down the Hall XXXHPDMXXX
Millicent came from a traditionally neutral family but the Slytherin sixth years had stuck together through all the chaos of the recent years and she knew she would stand with them, whoever they chose to side with. It was hard these days to know exactly who that was though. Draco's relationship with Potter had them all guessing. Most of Slytherin had figured out the reason for Draco's reluctance to go farther with Potter. Those who hadn't were part of the lower families or incapable of believing such a thing. A Malfoy and a Potter! Such a union had not occurred in centuries!
As lost in thought as Millicent was, she failed to notice the red-head with her wand out in the middle of the hall. She wondered why she'd been called to see Dumbledore and those thoughts tangled with her confusion about alliances and betwixt the two she was only a few feet from Weasley before she noticed the girl.
She barely had time to raise her wand before the first hex was thrown. In an unprecedented show of competence from the Weasley girl, the spells were silent and it was only due to rumor she'd heard about the Weasley that she recognized the infamous Bat Boogey Hex. The spell was so quick she barely had time to dodge. Her mind raced, thinking of shields and counter spells, but before she could summon one to mind the Weasley girl threw another hex. Already against the wall there was only one direction Millicent could dodge and she ran right into Weasley's trap. She dodged into a tripping jinx. No sooner had she hit the ground then she was hit with Petrificus Totalus. Millicent was completely at the other girls mercy and without even casting a spell of her own.
Ginny stood in front of the girl she believed had stolen her future. The girls eyes were wide with shock and fear as Ginny grinned over her cruelly. “What luck. I've only just found out and I already have you alone and defenseless.” She raised her wand and spoke the words she'd found in Hermione's spell book and Millicent's world went black.
XXXHPDMXXX In Dumbledore's Office XXXHPDMXXX
Albus grinned. He had underestimated the girl. Bulstrode was gone without a trace. “Twenty points from Slytherin.” The girl had missed their meeting after all.
XXXHPDMXXX That Night in the Slytherin Boys' Dorm XXXHPDMXXX
A hand wrapped around his throat. It squeezed hard. He couldn't breathe. Another stroked his member. “Please no!” he cried, somehow able to speak despite his choking.
“You like that don't you, you Freak. You get off on it you little faggot.”
“No!'' He gasped. But it was true, his uncles hand had gotten him hard. He was as disgusting as the man believed.
“See. You want it. That's why I do it. It's your fault Freak. Your fault.”
“No Uncle, Please stop! No!”
His Uncle's hands released him long enough to get a new grip. This time around his waist. He flipped him over on his knees and pushed his legs apart. Harry tried to lift his hands to fight but they felt like lead weights. He couldn't move.
“You want this don't you freak?”
“No Uncle! Please no!” A hand slammed into the side of his head. His vision dimmed. He started to slump.
“Don't think you're getting away that easily.” His uncle drove eight short nails into his back, pressing until they drew blood. The sweat, his uncles and his own, made the cuts sting and his vision cleared as he cried out in pain. Sausage-like fingers parted his cheeks and he bit down on his lip until it too bled.
“You want this don't you, Freak.”
“Yes, Uncle.” He sobbed, knowing any other reply would only earn him another blow to the head.
“That's right.” replied his uncle cruelly and suddenly he was being split open. He screamed! “Harry. Harry. Harry!” His uncle grunted.
“No!” He cried, clamping his hands over his ears.
A hand jerked his own away from his ear. The voice changed. “Harry. Harry, wake up.” His old room fell away and he woke up in the Slytherin dorm. A sigh of relief escaped. It was only a dream.
“What was that?!” Demanded Draco.
“A nightmare.” Breathed Harry.
“About what? You were screaming Harry. You woke up everyone.”
Harry looked around at the faces in his dorm. “I'm sorry. I should have put up a silencing charm.” said Harry, running his hand through his hair.
“Harry!” Reprimanded Draco. “How could you be so calm about this? You bit your lip so hard it's bleeding!”
Harry licked his lip to clean the blood off.
“This isn't the Gryffindor Dorm.” said a voice from a nearby bed. It was Blaise. “You don't hide stuff like this in Slytherin. Suffering stoically isn't conducive to survival.”
“It's nothing.” said Harry, drawing back from all the peering faces, “I'm fine.”
“You're not.” claimed Blaise. “What was it about? Who?”
“Voldemort. The graveyard.” Harry claimed, looking away. He knew it was stupid. He knew he should keep looking at Blaise, stare him straight in the eyes, or else look down instead, but Blasie was watching him with such penetrating eyes that he was unable to stop himself. The graveyard was the perfect excuse, everyone knew about it thanks to the Quibbler, but he couldn't help but betray his own lie with his actions.
“Who was it really?” Blaise asked quietly.
“No one!” yelled Harry. He wrapped his arms around himself. “Just leave me alone!”
Blaise rose and went to the fire. Unlike the Gryffindor Dorms the Slytherins had a fireplace in every room. It was necessary to keep the dungeons warm. He grabbed a pot off the mantle and took out a small handful of powder. Blasie had taken the job of caring for the Slytherin boys after Professor Snape had helped him through his own problems. “Professor Snape's Quarters.”
Harry stared in confusion. “What are you doing?”
“Just a moment.” said Blaise.
Harry peered through the fire. There stood a small stool in front of two large armchairs. Did people often call Snape's fire in the middle of the night? A door opened at the end of the room and Snape appeared in a long black dressing gown. He strode to the fire and sat elegantly on the small stool. He was indeed often called during the night. Problems couldn't wait in a house of such cunning individuals. A million things could change in a night and problems had to be dealt with as soon as possible.
“Zabini, who is it?”
“Potter, sir.”
Harry had suspected the fire call was about him, but had not actually believed Blasie would call Snape in the middle of the night because he had a nightmare.
A surprised look crossed Snape's face. Surely not! But Blaise wouldn't call him over nothing. “The Dark Lord?”
“He claims so, sir.”
The emphasis on claims made Severus certain it wasn't so. He thought a moment. If Potter was in his sixth year and still having nightmares than this couldn't wait. “Stand back.”
Blaise scrabbled backwards as Snape came through the fire.
Severus glanced over at Potter, the boy was cowering in bed defensively. His arms were wrapped around himself and a drop of blood was dripping down his chin. He glared at Severus.
“Boy.” Started Severus, not wanting to remind Potter of his previous behavior. He stopped when Harry flinched.
Something dawned on him as he recalled the fail Occlumency lessons. He drew his wand. “Legilimens.” It was harder, as he knew it'd be. Nagas were natural occlumens. Images flashed by in his mind. It was as if time were flowing backwards. He watched himself step back into the fire. He watched Blaise speaking to Harry. He felt fear and anger. Ah, the dream. Severus was shocked. Rape? He hadn't believed it was possible. It was too much. He knew the shock showed on his face. He ended the spell, disguising his emotions as he did.
Potter wasn't glaring at him anymore. He wasn't even looking at him. His eyes were squeezed closed and he was shaking.
“B- Potter. Potter!” Harry just closed his eyes more firmly. He couldn't open his eyes. He couldn't see the disgust on Snape's face. He knew Snape already knew he was a freak. He had just never seen the proof of it before. If he had been better, if he had never tempted his Uncle then he wouldn't have-
'Potter open your eyes!”
Harry's eyes snapped open and instantly found Snape's face. He found sternness there, but no disgust... only, caring... But that wasn't possible. This was Snape. Snape hated him.
“It wasn't real. It was just a nightmare. It never happened.” Words tumbled out of his mouth in a rush. Fear shone obviously in his features.
“I don't believe that.”
“It didn't happen!” Harry yelled.
“It did.”
“He wouldn't do that!”
“He did. He abused you.”
“I wasn't abused!”
“He should never have done that.”
His shaking grew more pronounced as Harry looked away. “I deserved it.”
“You didn't deserve it. You didn't deserve any of what happened to you.”
“You don't know!” cried Harry, his eyes growing wide. “You don't know anything about it! Know one does!”
“He does now.” said Draco, putting his hand on his mates shoulder. Even in his fear, his mates hand calmed Harry.
“Come to my office tomorrow after class. We need to talk. If you won’t talk to me then I'll have to tell someone else so you can talk to them.
Harry's mind raced. He couldn't let anyone else know what a freak he was. “I'll come.”
Snape left back through the fire and Harry remained, his thoughts swirling around in his mind.
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I doubt you're still interested, but I"ve typed it up anyways. I hope you liked this chapter. I hope your happy whoever and whereever you are.

Tenari Rose ^_^
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