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Golden Silence	By : Eskimita Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 36124 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 22
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters, nor do I make any money from the writing of this fanfiction. All credit goes to J.K. Rowling.

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"Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together..." Thomas Carlyle

As Harry and the man in black entered the Headmaster's office, Harry felt a wave of something wash over him, attempting to seek out his secrets. He fought back, pushing his secrets deeper into his mind before staring at the old man sitting at the desk.

"Sir, I don't appreciate my thoughts being stolen from me," he thought at the man. Behind him, the man in black snorted.

"Severus, is there something you find amusing?"

"It would appear, Headmaster,that Mr. Potter does not find your attempts at Legiimacy amusing."

"And how, dear boy, do you know that?"

"Did you not hear him, Albus? He thought it quite clearly. If I had to guess, I would say he was projecting it just so you would. Although why the boy refuses to speak is beyond me."

Harry turned in surprise to the man in black. His thoughts could only be heard by some? When the man mentioned his refusal to speak, Harry met his eyes and raised his head slowly, exposing the twisted scar on his neck. "I lost the talking parts, sir."

The man's eyes widened at the sight of this scar marring the Boy-Who-Lived, a boy who should have no scars other than the lightening bolt on his forehead. He tore his eyes away from Harry and looked back at the Headmaster. The blasted man was calmly putting a lemon drop in his mouth, eyes twinkling with previous knowledge.

"Albus, the boy's voice box has been removed. Did you have knowledge of this?"

"Why, I do seem to recall reading something in his file," he picked up a piece of parchment, "Yes, here it is. The dear boy was subjected to throat surgery when he was four due to a particularly bad illness. The Muggle doctor was unable to save his voice box and was forced to remove it."

"That's a lie," Harry thought to the man beside him. Wanting this man to know the truth, he pushed a memory to the front of his mind in an attempt to share it.

December 3, 1984

"Boy!" uncle Vernon had come home from work early. The four year old stood on shaky legs and waited for his cupboard to be opened. As the door cracked open, a large ham-like hand reached in and grabbed his hair, pulling him out and slamming him into the wall. "Dudley tells me you ate his chocolate. Is that true, freak?"

The boy shook his head. He hadn't left his cupboard all day.

"Speak! Oh, that's right," his uncle ran a harsh hand down his throat, squeezing tightly, "You can't speak. I made sure of that when you were dumped on us. You will never speak."

September 1, 1991

The man in black pulled away from the memory Harry had shown him, reeling slightly. He looked down with something akin to sadness in his eyes before the emotion was hidden again and he faced the Headmaster once more.

"Headmaster, what is your business with Mr. Potter? This meeting is taking away from my speech to the rest of my snakes and I assure you that I must return to them post haste."

"Of course. Now, Harry," he smiled down at the boy, "I wanted to know if you wished to be resorted. I cannot believe that Slytherin was truly your first choice."

Harry looked up at the man in black who appeared to be biting back a remark. "I want to stay with Draco. Please sir, don't let him move me."

The man in black nodded and looked at the Headmaster. "It would be highly unorthodox, Headmaster, to resort a student who has yet to meet his house mates. Further, Mr. Potter has expressed his wishes to remain in Slytherin. Now, if you will excuse us, we must be retiring to the dungeons for the night. Good evening, Headmaster."

The old man's eyes narrowed at Harry but he nodded and dismissed them without further comment. Harry followed the man in black down the stairs and through the halls. As they approached a blank stretch of wall in the dungeons, Harry grabbed the hem of the man's robe to get his attention.

"Sir, why didn't you tell him what you saw? In my memory?"

"A Slytherin, Mr. Potter, never reveals knowledge that may be of service to him at a later date. This is your first lesson. Headmaster Dumbledore no doubt already knows of your relatives' abysmal treatment of your person. He does not, however, know that I know, which places me at an advantage. He may allow something else of use slip and thus allow me to figure out what his plans for you are."

Harry nodded his understanding and followed the man into the door that had appeared in the wall. Once inside the room, his eyes immediately sought out Draco, wanting the reassurance that the blonde was there to protect him.

"Slytherin is a proud house," the speech began. "It is a house of cunning and intelligence, ambition and patience. Most importantly, Slytherin is a private house. The things you learn in this common room are never to be spread to the other houses. Many in this school consider Slytherin to be evil, but those of us privileged enough to bear the name know otherwise. You, my snakelings, are the next generation of politicians and leaders. Where Gryffindor may produce Aurors, Ravenclaw lawyers, and Hufflepuff Healers, you are the ones who will rule them all. Be wise and observe. Waste no information that you may learn. And help your housemates only so far as doing so helps yourself."

With that last bit of wisdom, the professor turned and left the room in a flourish of robes. Immediately, the new snakes started to murmur amongst themselves, working out exactly what their head of house had meant. Draco left the group of first years and approached Harry, grabbing the smaller boy's hand to lead him to a couch in the back of the room.

"What did the headmaster want? Professor Snape didn't let him do anything to you, did he? Did he try to read your mind? Father says he can read minds."

Harry smiled at his friend. "He wanted to resort me, but Professor Snape wouldn't let him. I think it annoys him that I'm in Slytherin. He tried to read my mind, but he couldn't even hear the thoughts I tried to send him. If you ask me, that's not a very powerful mind reader."

Draco laughed at Harry's last comment. "I will tell my father about his attempt to resort you. He isn't allowed to do that, Father won't stand for it. Although I suppose he wanted you to be a Gryffindor like your parents were. Father says the old fool has a soft spot for all things Gryffindor. I think we should ask someone about the fact that he didn't seem to hear the thoughts you sent. Can anybody besides me hear them?"

Harry nodded. "Professor Snape can. And Cedric Diggory, from Hufflepuff. You don't mind, do you? That I'm friends with a Hufflepuff?"

Draco shook his head. "From what Father has told me, Diggory is a brilliant person, even if his parents are blood traitor followers of the Headmaster. Father says he suspects Diggory purposely chose to be in Hufflepuff so that his parents wouldn't disown him. He's far too cunning to be a real badger."

Harry smiled happily at his friend. "Why do you think some people can hear my thoughts when others can't? I tried talking to Hagrid like this when he took me shopping, but it didn't work."

"I suspect it might have something to do with some sort of bond, maybe a creature bond. It's quite common for bondmates to communicate telepathically. We can ask Professor Snape tomorrow after potions. It's almost curfew though, so we should probably find our dorm room."

Harry followed his friend down the hall that led to the dorm rooms and into the room marked for first years. Draco kicked one of the other boys off the bed next to his before gesturing for Harry to take it. Before the blonde closed his curtains for the night, he smiled at Harry and whispered a good night wish. Harry fell asleep with a smile on his face and thoughts of his two new friends on his mind.
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