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The Dark Lord and the orphan	By : Meinouda Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 16047 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter two

Departure

“Please Cissy, just a minute or two! It won’t take long!” Lady Malfoy sighed impatiently, but when Harry glanced up through his eyelashes and gave her the puppy-look, she gave in.

“Alright, I’ll wait by the carriage. Don’t take too long.” She pointed a perfect finger at him.

“No Cissy! Thank you so much!” He said with an innocent smile.

She smiled, but when she left the room in which she had talked with Harry, she felt as if she had just been played with.

When Harry was sure the Lady had left them alone, he turned to his two best friends. They stared at him as if he was a ghost.

It had been quite a happy coincidence when the two of them appeared at the doorstep of the orphanage. Apparantly, they had had a day-off and had decided to take their friend out for diner. Alas, Harry could not go with them and when they heard the reason, they almost fainted. Both of them! Harry had immediately tried to get Lady Malfoy away, but the woman was very persistent if needed. And Harry knew she needed him to go with her….no escape possible.

Harry had met both of them on a rare trip, organized by the orphanage. It had been a trip to the new quiditch stadium. A strange purple bus had come to their orphanage and had brought them to some sort of field. Harry had never been there before and it had been his first big trip ever. Five year old Harry had almost lost his eyes while he watched some wizards zooming around on brooms. It was awesome and ever since he had seen that, Harry had wanted to fly! Of course, he knew he would never be able to do that…but he kept hoping for it.

It was there he met them. Hermione had been visiting with her school, a preschool for muggleborn witches while Ron was there with his family. Fate brought the three of them together, and they had never lost sight of each other.

All three of them had grown quite a bit.

Hermione Granger was a bushy haired girl with deer-like brown eyes. Harry found her to be very smart, kind and strong. She was everything a man would want in a girl, alas Harry was not into girls.

Ronald Weasley was a red haired freckled boy. He was loud, obnoxious, intelligent when motivated and funny in times of need. He was everything a man would want in a friend.

“That was strange.” Hermione said while she leaned against the window of Harry’s little room. Harry frowned.

“Yeah, I know…” He said slowly. Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Not about the Lord and your marriage…”

“Yeah that’s just normal mate.” Ron mumbled. Harry grinned a little while Hermione shot them both an annoyed look.

“I mean, Lady Malfoy’s behavior. I’ve never seen her like this before.”

“True! She’s usually very mean to muggles and the like. Even to my family. Malfoys are bitches, trust me on that Harry. They’ve got a son, Draco…I mean, who calls their son Draco?”

“Jealous Ron?” Harry asked, knowing Ron could go on forever about people who were richer than he was. His best mate grew red and sputtered something under his breath. Harry smirked. He knew perfectly well who the Malfoys were. Harry was a muggle, not a stupid one. Speaking about being a muggle…

“Hermione, did you check?” He asked almost hopefully. The girl got a sad look in her eyes and sighed heavily. Harry placed himself on his little, but warm, bed next to Ron.

“Ron and I did some research at Hogwarts…You know. Hogwarts school for…”

“Yes.” Harry interrupted her with a little snap. She swallowed.

“Yes well, Harry…The Potter family goes back ages in the wizarding world. Your father, James Potter, was a pureblood but he married a muggleborn witch. Lilly Potter, well Lilly Evans. There is no trace of any magical presence in the rest of her bloodline. But, yes, like I said…The Potter family goes back ages.”

“So what, I’m not a muggle but I’m a squib?” Ron flinched while Hermione nodded solemnly. Harry let himself fall back on his bed.

“Well, it’s not that bad. I mean, the Lord didn’t seem to care.”

“Maybe the Lord does not know I’m a squib! He wanted to marry a muggle, not a loser.”

“The same mate.” Harry and Hermione glared at Ron. He smiled sheepishly.

“ ’Mione, squibs are looked upon with disdain even more so than muggles! Even I know that.”

“Maybe…maybe you’re not a squib.” Ron offered. They both glared at him, again.

“Wait, don’t a.k me! But, Harry listen. I’ll give you the ‘magic-speech’ and you’ll answer.” When Harry grumbled something from his place on the bed, Ron went on.

“Harry Potter.” He started in a very low voice. Two little smiled appeared on his friend’s faces.

“Did nothing strange ever happen around you? Have you never whished something very badly and then noticed that your wish had come true?” A silence hung between them.

“No.” Harry groaned. He didn’t need to look at Hermione or Ron to see the looks on their faces.

“Harry we need to talk about the Lord. I know you didn’t want to but…”

“No, Hermione please. Let me be.” He ignored the glances he got from his friends.

He did not want to talk about this! His ‘marriage’ (he hadn’t informed his friends of his status as only a sex-toy) would happen. No other options. Harry could whine and cry about it as much as he wanted, it would not change.

Harry wasn’t a person to roll over and wait. He wouldn’t just do nothing about this, but complaining now would only make this harder on him. He knew. Lord Voldemort was not known to be a patient, loving man. If Harry complained or cried too much, the Lord would be capable of sewing his mouth shut.

They couldn’t talk for long, but Harry felt refreshed when he walked them down the stairs. Ron carried his little backpack in which he had placed some pants and shirts. They hugged each other outside, Ron handed Harry his bag and they left. Harry watched them go. He then climbed into the carriage that waited for him. It was a beautiful carriage but a little bit old fashioned, muggles could drive cars! Alas, the Lord did not like cars so most of them were banned from England.

Harry took one last look at the orphanage, the grey building that stood among so many others. He did not think he would miss it there.

The ride wasn’t very spectacular, but it did take very long. Harry’s thoughts kept going to Ron and Hermione. He hoped he would see them again soon. Not that he saw them very often. Hermione and Ron were both still studying at Hogwarts and would probably marry after their studies. Harry’s status as an orphan did not really fit in their picture perfect lives.

“You alright dear?” Harry looked up and nodded slowly. Cissy, who had been reading some sort of magazine, smiled.

“We will be arriving soon. You will meet the Lord soon. I was supposed to show you around the castle and introduce you to the Lord his most trusted, but it is already late.” She frowned a bit disapprovingly at him and then seemed to scowl at the darkness outside. Harry blushed a little and apologied, for the umpteenth time. He had noticed she enjoyed that, so he kept doing it.

“Oh look! We are here!” Harry turned in his seat and pressed his nose against the glass. The property they drove into was grand. A garden that could easily be named a park, welcomed them. Harry could only think about the many boys at the orphanage who would give their whole closet to play in this kind of garden. Maybe young Draco Mafloy played here too.

“Will I be meeting your son?” He asked, glancing swiftly at the Lady.

“He’s at Hogwarts now. Top of his class of course, a Slytherin. Such a sweet and intelligent boy. You’ll like each other.” Harry doubted it, he had heard many stories about the legendary fights about Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy. But, on the other hand, Harry had also heard stories about the legendary beauty of the boy. Maybe the latter could make up for his temper.

The carriage stopped and a servant, dressed in a black costume, came to help them out. He was a muggle, Harry knew, and he smiled politely at the man. Lady Malfoy ignored him entirely and walked straight to the door. Harry followed her.

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