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Blood and Inheritance	By : TCardan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23318 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: First, thank you to everyone that wrote a review. They really made my day. I hope you continue to enjoy this story. Today we get more important background for the future of this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from the writing of this fiction.

Chapter Two

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“Mother, I met Harry Potter today?”

“Did you, Draco?” Narcissa Malfoy replied as the family sat together at dinner that evening.

“Yes, I did. He spoke to snakes. Father says he’s a Parselmouth. Can I learn to speak to snakes too?”

Narcissa glanced at her husband. “No, I’m sorry, dear. That’s not possible.”

The family ate in silence as Draco pouted. Finally he said, “May I be excused? I’m finished.”

“Yes, you may,” his mother answered. When the small boy had left, she turned to Lucius. “A Parselmouth? There are too many curious things about that boy.”

“Like how he managed to kill the Dark Lord?” Lucius replied with a slight sneer. “And now we find out that he has the same gift for Parseltongue that our Lord did - a very rare gift that runs in Salazar Slytherin’s bloodline. Perhaps we need to investigate the Potter bloodline and see if there are any relations.”

Narcissa took a sip of wine, her forehead wrinkled in deep thought. “I think there may be more to the Potters than most are aware of.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, it’s just something Bella once told me,” Narcissa replied, waving her hand in dismissal. She knew her husband hated talking about Bellatrix Lestrange, her crazy sister, who was currently locked up in Azkaban due to her part in the war.

Lucius frowned. “And what, pray tell, was that?”

“After Draco was born, and you were always so busy, Bella would visit and tell me things. She’d start drinking and talking about things our Lord would probably have not wanted her to speak of.”

Lucius looked at his wife, waiting for her to continue.

“Once she told me how she went to Godrick’s Hollow with our Lord. He wanted to walk the graveyard and look at the tombstones of three families in particular - the Peverells, the Dumbledores, and the Potters.”

“And?”

“And she said that the ancestors of those three families had the symbol of the Deathly Hallows on the graves. They both searched inside every grave, looking for relics.”

“Relics?”

“Yes, that’s what she said - relics.”

“Did they find anything?”

“No. And I remember this story because she said he became extremely upset and tortured her afterwards.”

There was silence for a moment.

“Do you think he was looking for the Deathly Hallows?” Narcissa finally asked. Lucius had barely included her in any discussions or exploits he had had with the Dark Lord. She didn’t know if he would speak to her about this as well.

“That’s only a legend,” her husband replied. But he did seem to be thinking deeply about it.

“Maybe legends have some truth to them,” Narcissa added. “Except, it is only suppose to be the Peverell family who inherited the Hallows. I don’t know why the Dumbledores or the Potters would be a part of it. The Peverell line has ended. Our Lord killed the last one. Dumbledore is still alive, and quite powerful. Then there is little Harry Potter - and it seems he has some unusual power as well.”

Lucius studied his wife, thinking on her words. If the Dark Lord had been looking for the Hallows, it would make sense as to why he would attack the Potters on that fateful night after ending the Peverell line the week before. And it would also make sense that he would save Dumbledore for last, as he was most intimidated by Dumbledore’s strong magic and longevity. It still didn’t explain the Parseltongue ability of the child, though. There were many unanswered questions. And Lucius decided it would be worth investigating further.

OOOOOO

Albus Dumbledore knocked on the door of Grimmauld Place, the home of Sirius Black and Harry Potter. He visited the two about once a month, checking on how the boy was thriving.

The door opened and Sirius Black stood with one finger across his lips in the quiet sign. “Harry is napping,” he whispered.

Dumbledore nodded and made his way in, following Sirius into the study and waiting patiently as Sirius closed the door and placed a silencing spell on the room. “There,” he sighed, “I’m afraid I tired the boy out today.”

“It was an important day for both of you,” Albus agreed. “Congratulations on the adoption.”

“Thank you,” Sirius smiled. “Please, have a seat. Would you like something to drink.”

Dumbledore sat down in a comfortable arm chair. “A little fire whiskey wouldn’t be amiss.”

Sirius poured them both a glass and sat across from the old wizard. This was a familiar routine for them both. Ever since the death of Harry’s parents, Dumbledore had taken a keen interest in the boy, wanting to know how he was and what sort of magical abilities were making themselves known. Sirius never questioned the man’s interest, knowing that Harry was indeed very unusual and he was glad to be able to have someone confidential to speak about these matters to.

“Lucius Malfoy heard Harry speaking Parseltongue today at the pet shop.”

Dumbledore’s eyebrows rose. “Did he now?”

“Yes,” Sirius sighed. “I didn’t think we could keep that hidden forever. Harry doesn’t even realize that we hear something completely different than what he does.”

“How did Lucius react?”

“With surprise, of course,” Sirius replied. “I’m wondering if it will be in the papers tomorrow.”

“Lucius is not the type to spread gossip if it does not benefit him. Though I’d wager he’s trying to figure out if Harry is related to Lord Voldemort or not.”

Sirius looked shocked. “You don’t think…”

Dumbledore shook his head. “No. I know he is not.”

“How can you be sure.”

“Because Harry is related to me.”

Sirius studied Albus’ face a moment. “What? You? How?”

“It’s a distant relation, but a relation nonetheless. Many generations ago, we were once all part of the Peverell family. A female Peverell married a Dumbledore, and another female married a Potter. So the family name became three, you see.”

Sirius shook his head, “I never knew. Is that why you are so concerned about Harry, because he has some relation to you?”

“A part of it,” Dumbledore replied. “There is only me, my brother Aberforth, and Harry left now.”

“I see.”

They sipped their whiskeys quietly for a moment.

“I’m thinking of starting Harry at Merlin’s Academy,” Sirius said, breaking the silence. “Do you think that would be wise?”

Dumbledore shrugged. “It is neither wise nor unwise. Has he had anymore bouts of accidental magic lately?”

“I’ve been able to calm him before anything got out of hand,” Sirius replied. “My one concern is that I won’t be there at Merlin’s to calm him if the other children should anger him.”

“They are use to that sort of thing at Merlin’s, Sirius. Happens all the time.”

“Yes, but Harry’s can be particularly potent.”

“Has he ever harmed anyone?”

“No, but then he hasn’t been around many others yet. I suppose I’ve sheltered him from all that.”

“He does need some socialization skills, I would think, before he is ready for Hogwarts,” Dumbledore advised. “I think you should give him a try there.”

OOOOOO

It was the first day of a new school year at Merlin’s Academy for Magical Families and Sirius stood among groups of other parents watching their children wander off to tentatively explore the playground. Harry was quickly surrounded by a group of children who were curious as to whether he really was ‘the’ Harry Potter and demanded to see his scar. Harry pulled up his bangs and showed them to exclamations of ‘wicked’ and ‘wow’.

Sirius’ attention was soon distracted by Narcissa Malfoy, who strode up to him with her husband a few feet behind.

“Sirius, how wonderful to see you,” she said, embracing him lightly. “It has been too long.”

“Yes, dear cousin,” Sirius replied, “it has.” He nodded at Lucius Malfoy. “Lucius.”

“Black,” Lucius nodded back.

Sirius wasn’t truly ever close to Narcissa, but he wasn’t about to be off- putting in front of the children. He had to set a good example of friendship and good will for Harry to witness. He did wonder why she was being so welcoming toward him at the moment, however. She never had been in the past.

As his wife talked to Sirius, Lucius kept his eye on Harry Potter, watching as a group of older boys began questioning him.

“Do you really speak Parseltongue?” Lee Jordan asked.

Sirius had talked to Harry the other day about his special gift, and so Harry knew what they were referring to. He nodded.

A boy who had introduced himself as Cedric Diggory then said, “My father says only really dark wizards speak Parseltongue.”

Harry turned and walked away, heading for Sirius. When he reached him, Sirius knelt down to Harry’s level, seeing that something was wrong. “Harry?”

“Cedric says that his dad told him only really dark wizards speak Parseltongue. Am I a really dark wizard?”

Sirius and the Malfoys both glared at Amos Diggory, Cedric’s father, who was standing about five feet away. Amos turned red and began examining the paintings on the wall as if he hadn’t heard them.

Sirius sighed and then looked back into Harry’s worried eyes. “Really dark wizards kill people, Harry. Have you killed anyone?”

Harry’s eyes grew bigger and he shook his head.

“Then you are not a really dark wizard,” Sirius said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Harry’s ear.

“Really?” Harry asked, hopefully.

“Really,” Sirius replied. “Those boy were spouting foolish nonsense. Boys do that sometimes. But you know the truth right here.” Sirius poked Harry’s chest over his heart with his finger. “You know you are a very good boy.”

Harry nodded, feeling relieved. “Can you stay with me here?”

“No, my son, all the grown ups are going to have to leave soon. We’ve already had our fun at Merlin’s Academy when we were young. They won’t give us another go.”

Harry looked worried a moment, as he dreaded returning to the playground with the boys who spoke foolish nonsense. Then a voice spoke behind Sirius.

“Harry, maybe you remember my son, Draco, and I from the pet shop?” Lucius Malfoy asked.

Harry nodded.

“I think him and his friends would really enjoy having you as a friend as well. Let me take you to them and introduce you.”

Sirius stood and looked at Lucius, unsure. But Harry was already walking toward the tall, blond man, anxious to meet some friends and Sirius didn’t want to indicate that he would be displeased about it, not in front of everyone. He would have preferred that Harry’s new friends wouldn’t be children of past Death Eaters.

Narcissa laid a hand on Sirius’ arm and pulled his attention to her once again. “Oh, you really must bring Harry over to play with Draco. They would have such a wonderful time.”

Meanwhile, Harry walked alongside Lucius Malfoy toward a circle of boys his age that were standing together under a tree. He recognized the boy with the light hair - Draco, he believed he was named.

As they walked, Harry noticed that Lucius Malfoy tucked his cane under his arm and then muttered something. Immediately the group of older boys, that included Lee Jordan and Cedric Diggory, fell to the ground as if a big gust of wind had blown them over.

“Ouch,” one yelled, as he scrapped his knee.

“Get off of me,” another pushed.

Harry knew that Mr. Malfoy must have hexed them and he looked up at the man walking next to him curiously. Lucius Malfoy smirked softly and glanced down at Harry, saying, “My, my, what clumsy, ill-bred boys. You don’t want to make friends with that sort anyway, Harry.”

Harry put his hand over his mouth and giggled. It was funny that Mr. Malfoy knocked those boys down and they didn’t even know it was him.

They stopped before Draco Malfoy and his friends, who were watching Harry with interest.

“Gentlemen, I’d like you to meet Harry Potter Black,” Lucius Malfoy announced. “Harry, you already know my son, Draco Malfoy. Here is Blaise Zabini, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe and Theodore Nott. These are exactly the type of friends you should have.”

The boys shook Harry’s hand and said their hellos as Lucius moved him into their circle. “Now, boys, have a good day and play nicely with one another.”

Sirius had finally gotten away from Narcissa and now made his way to Harry, wondering what Malfoy had been saying to them

“Harry, everything all right?” Sirius asked.

Harry nodded. “Yes.”

“Good,” Sirius replied. He glanced at the other boys. “Hello, boys, I‘m Sirius Black, Harry‘s father.”

“Hello and pleasure to meet you,” the boys replied.

He looked back at Harry. “I have to leave now, but I’ll be back directly at three o’clock. All right?”

Harry swallowed, trying to be brave in front of his new friends. “All right.”

“Have a great day,” Sirius said, ruffling his hair affectionately.

“You too,” Harry replied.

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A/N So what do you think so far? Please review and let me know. Harry will be advancing in age a bit in the next chapter. Thank you for reading.

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