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For the Greater Good	By : Eskimita Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3367 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-For the Greater Good
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Harry ran down the stairs of the orphanage, smoothing down his best shirt as he went. After five years, the day had finally come. Someone had come to adopt him! Jonas had come upstairs to tell him to put on his best clothes half an hour ago, but Harry hadn’t been able to keep his hair down, so it had taken him longer than normal to get ready.

At last, he slid into the parlor where all the prospective parents waited, staring up at the lone man standing in the room. The man had dark hair like Harry’s, but it was tied neatly at his neck. And his eyes were the most startling shade of crimson Harry had ever seen. Harry craned his neck to look at the man, he was so tall. Even at six, Harry was shorter than anyone else his age, even the girls. But this man was taller than any man Harry had ever seen. He could touch the shelf way above the fireplace if he wanted! Not even Jonas could do that.

Harry looked away from the man, blushing and scuffing his foot on the floor. “‘Lo sir. Jonas says you want to ‘dopt me?”

The man’s red eyes glittered with humor as he sat down on a couch, gesturing for Harry to join him. “Yes, Harry. I’ve been looking for you for years. Won’t you sit with me. I’d like to tell you a story.”

Harry sat next to the man and pushed his hands under his thighs so he wouldn’t fidget, staring up at the man in excitement. The man chuckled and took a deep breath, preparing to start his story.

“Several years ago, I was a very busy man. You see, I’m trying to accomplish a great deal, several goals that have taken up all my time. Anyhow, I was a very busy man, always in meetings or travelling to different countries, looking for things or people who could help me accomplish this goal. One of the people I had already found was your mother.”

Harry gasped and tugged one hand out from under his thigh, tapping the man on the arm. “You knew my mum?”

“Yes Harry,” the man chuckled again. “I knew your mum. She was a brilliant woman, Lily. One of the smartest wi- women I have ever known. And the ideas she came up with! Your mum was a strategist that the army would kill to have. She was a very dear friend to me. Soon after I met her, your mum and dad got married. And a few months later, you were born. I was there, the day you were born, your mum and I had been discussing an idea I had. Well- I was discussing. Your mum was telling me that I was an idiot.

“After you were born, I spent quite a lot of time with your mum and dad, and with you, Harry. You were a very curious baby. You were talking before your first birthday. I remember the scandalized look on your mum’s face when you said your first word.”

“What was my first word?”

“My name. Tom. After that, I think your mum decided that you liked me more than any of their other friends, because I was the one she always called when she needed a babysitter, or when you wouldn’t go to sleep. I seemed to have the magic touch when it came to getting you to sleep.

“When you were fifteen months old, I set out to finally make all my plans come together. When I was finished, Britain was going to be a better place to live, a better place to raise a child like you. But someone else had heard of my plans, and he didn’t like them. So he set out to hurt me in any way he could.

“The night your parents died, Halloween, I was supposed to have you, but something came up. I had an emergency meeting I had to go to. I had one of my friends, someone else who loved your mum very much, go check on them, and he came back with the worst news I could imagine. The man who didn’t want me to succeed had found out where your parents were and broken into your house. He murdered your mum and dad and took you away. We started searching for you for nights.

“We thought you’d been sent to live with your godfather, but he was sent to jail soon after your parents died, so we knew you couldn’t be with him. We looked with your mum’s sister too. Well, her adopted sister. But the woman swore she’d never laid eyes on you. It wasn’t until a few weeks ago that we found you. I’ve been searching orphanages for years, trying to find you. If only I’d looked here first. I should’ve thought to look here first.”

“Sir, why would you have looked here first?”

Tom got a bittersweet smile, looking down at Harry. “I grew up in this orphanage, Harry.”

Harry’s mouth formed a small ‘o’ and he squeezed Tom’s arm in comfort. “Are you really going to take me home, sir? And you’ll tell me all about my mum and dad?”

“Yes Harry. I’ve already signed the papers. I just wanted to meet you and tell you about your parents before we left.”

“Sir? Do you know my last name? The letter Jonas found with me, it only said my first name.”

“You, my son, are Harry James Potter. But now that I’m adopting you, you’ll be Harry James Potter-Riddle. Are you okay with that?”

“Oh yes! I’ve always wanted to be adopted!”

Tom smiled and gathered Harry in his arms, rising from the couch. “Come along, Harry. We have a lot to do today, and not a lot of time to do it.”

The first place Tom took Harry to looked like a rundown restaurant on the outside, but when they entered, it was full of people wearing funny clothing that looked like the robes the priest always wore on Sunday.

“Sir? Why is everyone wearing robes like the priests do? Are we in a church?”

“No, Harry. We are in a very special restaurant called the Leaky Cauldron. We have to go to Diagon Alley from here. You, my son, are a very special little boy because you are a wizard.”

“Like the people in Disney movies?” Harry’s brow creased and he frowned. “Jonah says there’s no such thing as magic.”

“Jonas is wrong, Harry. You are, in fact, a wizard, and you have a great deal of magic already built into you. We need to go to Diagon Alley so that we can get you supplies to start training your magic.”

Harry nodded, even though he was still confused. This man had taken him away from the orphanage, after all. And Harry trusted him, he felt safe. He still hadn’t put Harry down, he’d carried him all the way from the orphanage. No one had ever carried Harry that long before, not since he was first taken to the orphanage. It made him feel special.

“What do we have to get me, to train my magic?”

“Well, I imagine you’ll need a wand. And books to read so that you understand everything I teach you. And of course we’ll need to get you potions supplies. And some new robes. I can’t have my son wearing anything less than perfectly fitting clothing. Perhaps I’ll get you a pet too.”

Harry’s eyes sparkled in excitement and he grinned.

“A pet! Oh please! I’ll be good, and I’ll take care of it too!”

Tom smiled and walked into a small area behind the restaurant, pulling out a stick and pressing it against a few stones, stepping back as the wall started to move.

When they stepped into Diagon Alley, Harry looked around in disbelief. “Wow! I’ve never seen so many cool things before! Can we look at everything? Please sir?”

Tom chuckled and shook his head. “Not today, Harry. We’re in a hurry. We need to meet a friend of mine and his son at the tailor’s in half an hour. We will go and find your wand, then we will meet the Malfoys at the tailor’s.”

Harry nodded and leaned his head against Tom’s shoulder, staring around the alley in awe. There were so many people, and they were all wearing such funny clothing. Harry couldn’t decide what looked most interesting, the shops or the people. He tried to count how many people were wearing funny hats, but he lost count after 49, there were just too many of them.

Tom walked into a darkened shop, and the door chimed. An old man stood behind the counter, smiling at them.

“Ah, Tom, so good to see you again. 13 and ½ inches, yew, with a phoenix feather core, correct?”

Tom nodded, setting Harry down on the counter. “Yes, Ollivander. But we’re not here for me. Young Harry here needs a wand. Not a training wand, either. We’ll be getting his real wand today.”

Ollivander smiled and nodded, pulling a few wands out of a case and laying them on the counter. “Well, boy, why don’t you pick one of these up and we’ll see if it works for you.”

Harry picked up the first wand gingerly, afraid it might break. When he waved it experimentally, weak purple sparks flew out of it and landed on the counter in front of him.

“No, not that one. Try this one.”

Harry picked up the wand that Ollivander pointed at, waving it at a vase across the room. When nothing happened to the vase, Ollivander pursed his lips and took the wand from him, placing another wand in Harry’s hand. This went on for hours as Harry waved wand after wand. Tom was feeling impatient, he had already sent off a Patronus to Lucius, telling him to have the tailor meet them at Malfoy Manor after supper. Finally, Ollivander looked between Tom and Harry and pursed his lip, thinking.

“I wonder...”

“Whatever you wonder, get on with it man! My son is obviously exhausted and we have already missed several appointments today.”

Ollivander wandered to the back of the store, picking up a dusty box and bringing it back out. The moment the box was set down next to Harry, he sat up, immediately awake and alert. He looked up at Tom in wonder.

“Sir, that one, it hums. I can feel it in my skin.”

“Open it, Harry. Try the wand.”

Harry opened the box and picked the wand up slowly, scared to wave it after one of the earlier wands had spurted blood when he waved it. He looked back up at Tom and when he saw the smile that Tom gave him, he waved the wand gently. Almost immediately, rainbow colored sparks shot out of his wand, dancing around the room.

“Yes, I should have thought of it. Eleven inches, holly, phoenix feather core. You, young man, have the brother wand to your father’s.”

Harry looked up at Tom and smiled, holding his wand reverently. “That means I’m like you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes Harry, it does. Now, we need to go. We’ll be eating supper with the Malfoy family. Their son is your age. Come along.”

Tom held out his arms for Harry to jump into, wrapping them securely around the boy as he threw a few galleons down on the counter.

Harry leaned against Tom’s shoulder, closing his eyes. It had been a very long day. He yawned quietly and held his wand close, smiling.

When Harry opened his eyes again, Tom set him down in front of a fireplace, grabbing a pot off the mantel.

“Harry, we need to floo to Malfoy Manor, so I’m going to throw a pinch of this into the fire and you need to call ‘Malfoy Manor’ out as loud and clearly as you can.”

Harry nodded and took a pinch of powder from the pot, throwing it in the fire and calling out “Malfoy Manor” as loud as he could. He stepped into the fire and gasped as it whirred him away from Tom, closing his eyes to hide the whirling fireplaces that flew past him.

When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in a fancy sitting room, staring at a blonde boy his age.

“Hello. I’m Draco Malfoy.”
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