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The Only One	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 14085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters from Harry Potter, all credit goes to Rowling and I do not make any profit from this fanfic

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Harry swept a cold gaze through the crowd, his face impassive. He sat regally—his back straight, legs crossed, and hands folded neatly in his lap—in an intricately designed, high-back chair he conjured, among the other ones he summoned for his men-in-arms, his grandmother, Jon, Sirius, and for Meelo; who sat tense beside him, unable to relax with the presence of potential threats within the room.
They were seated in the Great Hall, in front of the main table, waiting for their guests to arrive. The room had fell silent when they entered and has been such a way since. That is, until one red-haired, freckled-nose boy stood, face red, and marched towards Harry with a glare.
“Harry, what are you doing?! What’s going on? Why do you…look like that? Who are these people?”
Harry pinned him with a chilling gaze nearly rival to Snape’s. “None of your concern, Ronald Weasley.”
“None of my concern?!” Ron stopped in front of Harry, his fists clenched at his sides. “I’m your best mate! Of course it is my concern!”
“…Best mate?” Harry said with quiet fury, though his expression remained blank, and he stood. He might’ve been nearly a foot shorter than Ron, but his presence and power was definitely greater. “Can this ‘best mate’ of mine explain the charms placed on me? Can this best mate of mine explain why you and Hermione of been distant from me lately? After Sirius Black escaped Azkaban? Can this best mate explain as of the late, I have felt as if I could not trust you?” He stepped closer to Ron, half a step from pulling his body flush against the red-haired boy’s. “Can you, Ron?”
Said boy paled, inevitably feeling the harsh force of Harry’s magic pushing against him, but his anger did not dissipate and he flung his hands up in frustration. “I, I, I; that’s all we ever hear from the great Harry Potter! How about how me and Hermione feel?!”
Harry’s cheeks flushed with anger and his eyes flashed darkly. “WELL THEN FOR ONCE TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL SO THAT I WILL KNOW! YOU. NEVER. SAY. ANYTHING!” His chest heaved from his outburst and his body vibrated with tension. His snake suddenly jerked awake and looked around sleepily.
“Wha’? Whozzat?”
Meelo quickly stood and made his way to Harry’s side, twining their fingers together to make it easier to calm the antagonized raven, and pulled him away from Ron. Ron tried to follow, but quicker than a person could blink Meelo had one of his swords pressed at his throat and a sharp gaze burning into his eyes.
“Take another step closer to my lord and I will lop your dirty, ugly little head off.” The words were emphasized by Meelo pressing harder to the hollow in Ron’s throat. “Go back to your seat and wait like the others, you filthy urchin.”
Ron paled, his freckles starkly contrasted, and scurried quickly to his seat. Harry would’ve laughed at the sight, except he was still rather angry. Meelo, feeling his anger, carefully led him back to his seat and patted his hand, threading all their fingers together.
“Calm down, my lord. Tis no use to get angry right now.”
Harry took a deep breath and nodded. “You’re right. Thank you, Meelo.” Then his attention was taken by his snake, who’d slithered up his arm and was currently flicking its forked tongue on his ear.
“My lord, it’s great to finally meet you.”
Harry snorted. “Idée said something similar to that.”
“Idée? She’s here?”
Said phoenix trilled low. *Right here! Why were you sleeping so long, Brose?*
“Maybe because I was tired? And my name is not Brose! It’s Ambrose, you stupid flaming poultry!”
Harry blinked in shock. “You two know each other?”
*Of course, master. We’re your familiars. It only makes sense that we know each other previous to meeting you. It saves time.*
“The chicken is right, my lord. While waiting for you in the magical parallel, we grew acquainted with one another.”
Intrigued by this ‘magical parallel’ place or whatever, Harry was about to ask more when the doors to the Great Hall banged open, interrupting his thought process. Entered first were two burly Aurors, followed by the Minister—Cornelious Fudge—and Percy Weasley, the rest of the Weasley family—including Charlie and Bill, though both were extrememly busy men—Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, Belle Zabini, Xenophillis Lovegood, and Augusta Longbottom. A small gasp provided by each of the staff and students of Hogwarts filled the Great Hall with a deafening roar. Harry glanced at his grandmother with a small smirk as both caught the dumbfounded look on Albus Dumbledore’s face.
“What in Merlin’s name is going on here, Dumbledore?” Minister Fudge shouted, his face blotchy red. “I get a fire call from the Queen—ex-excuse me, your Majesty—demanding my presence here at Hogwarts because of some infidelity you supposedly committed. Care to explain?”
Dumbledore went to speak, but was cut off by another angry shout. “Harry J. Potter!          What are those insane garments you are wearing?! And what are you doing up there?!”
Harry stiffened and turned a hard, icy glare on one Mrs. Molly Weasley. “Please refrain from speaking to me, you old wench!”
Molly sucked in a shocked gasp and pressed her hand to her chest. “In all my years…” She stumbled into her husband, who caught her somewhat reluctantly.
The Queen tutted at such nonsense and stood, quickly silencing the murmurs that had been quietly whispered throughout the room. “Ah, you learn quickly students.” She smiled gently, but with a certain fierceness. “But no matter. I am quite sure you all I have called to this…school, are rather confused as to why. Your concerns will be answered in a moment, but first,” she turned to face Harry’s three comrades. “Please, greet your families.”
Harry watched with a detached expression as his men-n-arms quickly made their way to their families, all doing so in different manners. Luna ran to her father, jumping into his arms and immediately ranting excitedly about what occurred but a few minutes ago. Draco calmly, but swiftly, made his way to his mother and father, receiving a hug from both and a kiss on his cheek from his mother, before they quietly began to discuss the happenings. A similar occurrence happened with Blaise, though he received a much warmer hug and kiss from his mother who long since stopped caring about how society viewed her. Neville was rather cautious to approach his grandmother, who looked confused as to why a seemingly strange boy was approaching her, until Neville spoke. She released a loud shriek and quickly wrapped her arms around her grandson, who smiled albeit shakily and hugged her back tightly, also informing her of what happened.
The expressionless raven looked up when Sirius approached him with a small smile. “How’re you feeling, pup?”
He thought for a moment…“Okay, I guess. This is a lot to take in, but I think I’m handling it well. Hopefully this won’t take too long and we can leave this place.”
Sirius nodded. “I agree…” He paused. “Harry…do you think that you will…be able to accept me? As your father?”
“Having an actual bloody family will take some getting used to but…” Harry took a deep breath, tilting his head to the side a bit. “I think we can work it out.”
“For a kid, you’re really serious.”
Harry’s lips twitched up in a small, crooked grin; a break in his calm façade. “No, I think that’s you.”
Sirius’ expression was surprised for a second, until a large grin broke across his features and he laughed. “Correct you are, my dear son, correct you are.”
Their eyes met, warm, chocolate brown meeting crystallized emerald green, and the two shared a brief father-son moment. Harry’s body warmed at the thought of being able to finally have a moment like this, and so many more to come. The moment was broken as Harry was approached by many. He looked away from Sirius and up into the smiling eyes of Xeno Lovegood, so similar to Luna’s bright blue eyes.
“Hello, Harry. How are you today? Thank you so much for taking care of my Luna.” His voice was as soft and musical and dream-like as Luna’s. He placed a gentle hand on his daughter’s head. “She means so much to me. And to be friends with the one and only, Harry Potter! Marvelous, simply marvelous. Ah, Harry, you must simply do an interview for my paper, the Quibbler. I promise to write exactly as you tell me, Harry, nothing more, nothing less.”
Luna gently placed a hand over her father’s mouth, smiling at his antics. “Sorry, Harry.”
Only slightly overwhelmed by the man’s quick speech, Harry nodded. “It’s fine. Mr. Lovegood—.”
“Please, call me Xeno.”
“…Xeno, if you promise nothing more than to tell the truth, than I will do an interview for you, of course. I also quite enjoy being friends with Luna; it’s no problem at all. She’s a joy to be around.”
A slight blush covered Luna’s pale cheeks and she smiled at Harry. “Thank you, Harry. Come along, father.” She looked up at Xeno. “We aren’t the only ones, you know.”
Xeno grinned, looking much younger than his age. “Of course, of course. Good bye, dear Harry. I hope to see you again.”
“The same, Xeno.”
Next to approach him was Neville and his grandmother, who wore a slightly dubious expression every time she glanced at Neville. “Harry, meet my Gran. Gran, this is Harry Potter.”
Augusta Longbottom gave Harry a hard look. “I am supposed to believe that this is my pansy of a grandson?! He tells me some magical bag transformed him! Nearly gave me a heart-attack, you did!”
Harry swallowed and attempted a placating smile, though he knew he failed horribly. “Lady Longbottom, please. It is true. My grandmother’s—Lady Diablo’s powers are vast. She was somehow able to change all of us, making us into someone new, something stronger than what we were before. Our true natures, one could say. That boy beside you is very much so Neville and forgive me, but if you cannot look into his eyes and tell me the same then you are not a very good grandmother.”
Her eyes widened indignantly, but she did turn and looked closely into Neville’s eyes. The soldier looked deeply into hers, the same chocolate as his own, hoping that she would belive him and Harry. Finally she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, nodding slightly before opening her eyes and pinning Harry with a look.
“Yes, this is my dear Neville. You must forgive me, forgive me grandson; I am old and there is a madman on the loose. One can’t help but be paranoid.” She shook her head. “But to not recognize my own kin…thank you for helping me realize, young Harry. You will grow into a fine man, but dare to take a tone like that with any of your elders and I’ll skin you alive.”
Neville grinned. “If she’s threatening you, that means she likes you Harry.”
Augusta frowned. “Come along, Neville, there is much to be discussed.” The boy was pulled away.
Next to approach Harry was Blaise and his mother, Lady Zabini. He was surprised when she gave him a brilliant grin and grabbed his hands, squeezing them between her own. Blaise just stood behind her, making no move to stop her but scowling lightly.
“Oh, it’s so nice to meet you, Harry! Please, call me Belle. I’m a big fan of yours, you know. You’re just too cute to not love! I’m so happy my Blaise is going to be friends with you. He always closes himself off, only letting Draco in, but now he has you! Thank you so much!”
Harry blinked at her exuberance. “Um, you’re welcome, I guess.”
She squealed and swept him into a hug. “So frickin’ cute! I just wanna take you home and make you my pet!”
“Uh, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t.”
Belle only laughed and squeezed him harder. Blaise decided to intervene when Harry started to go red in the face, and not from embarrassment.
“Mum, let Harry go, yeah? He can’t breathe.”
“Oh!” The Italian woman quickly released him and had the grace to look embarrassed. “Dio mio, I’m sorry Harry. I just get so excited. Please take care of my little prezioso, he is very much important to me.”
Blaise flushed when Harry grinned at him. “Come on, Mum, I think you’ve embarrassed me enough.”
“Nonsense.” She scowled when Blaise began to pull her away, but turned a last smile to Harry. “Good bye, Harry dear. Maybe we will meet again, hopefully.”
Harry waved goodbye to her and shook his head. That woman was certainly a handful, but she seemed really nice and obviously loved Blaise a lot. Harry couldn’t help the soft spot for women like her, wondering if his mother was ever like that. His thoughts were interrupted when Draco approached with his parents.
“Harry, this is my mother and father; Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.”
Lucius eyed him balefully, but his wife gave Harry a rather demure, friendly smile. The woman stepped forward and grabbed one of his hands between hers and Harry couldn’t help but be reminded of the conversation he just had with Belle, though a lot more moderate.
“Draco told me about your suddenly relations and I welcome you to the family, dear cousin—.”
Before she could continue, Sirius popped out of nowhere with an excited, “Cissy!”
Quickly recovering from her surprise, Narcissa grinned at him, dimples suddenly appearing on her cheeks. “Hello, Siri. How have you been, now that you are out of Azkaban?”
Sirius’ grin widened and he wrapped an arm around Harry’s shoulders. “Other than happy to be reunited with Harry? Decent, I guess. It was a bit hard, getting out of the state being in Azkaban put me in, but I worked through it. A Black is nothing if not determined.”
Narcissa twinkled a laugh. “Indeed. But is you do not mind, Siri, I was talking to Harry.”
The man blushed. “Of course, sorry.”
“It’s fine.” The only woman in the Malfoy household turned back to Harry with a smile twitching on the corners of her lips. “As I was saying Harry, I welcome you to the family and hope that you and Draco can get along. Merlin knows he needs more friends than Blaise and Pansy.”
Harry grinned. “Of course, Lady Malfoy.”
She laughed softly. “Please, call me Narcissa. I congratulate you on finding your family and I hope that we can become more familiarly acquainted, the same applying to you Sirius.”
“Of course.”
“Lucius dear? Do you have anything to say to young Harry?” The man only frowned and turned away. Narcissa frowned at her husband but smiled at Harry nonetheless. “Oh well, I’ll see you around okay, Harry? Sirius? Draco, Lucius, come along now.”
They left and harry looked up to see Sirius staring after Narcissa with something akin to affection on his face. The man caught him looking and gave him a bright grin.
“Cissy was my favorite cousin, back when we were kids. Before I was disowned by my family and she was betrothed to Malfoy. Then I kind of migrated to her sister, Andromeda, who was equally outcasted because she married a Muggle, Ted Tonks. They’re alike, in many ways.”
Harry hummed absently, now deep in thought. Sirius was his father, making him a Black, which meant he was related to the Malfoys by Narcissa. In turn that meant he was related to the Weasleys through Molly Weasley, who was the last of the Prewitt line, who were once related to the Malfoys in one marriage or the other. It was why the Malfoys took them being blood traitors harder than the other pureblood families, because they were related. He looked up when Idée trilled softly in his ear. The Queen was approaching, her expression carefully blank, with the Jon at her side though his uncle was grinning quite manically. Harry didn’t even want to begin to think about how many people he was related to through his mother’s side.
“Harry, I think it is about time we began, no? The Minister is growing quite irate arguing with Dumbledore and it is rude to keep our guests waiting, don’t you agree?”
“Oh, yes. Sorry.” Harry grinned ruefully. “I got a bit caught up.”
The Queen arched a dainty brow. “I noticed. If you do not mind, then, I will begin.”
“Please do.”
With a nod, the Queen turned around and called for everyone’s attention. “First, I would like to thank you all for your patience, as I am sure that today has been very confusing for most. For those of you who do not know me, I am Lady Morticia Diablo, Queen of the Wizarding World. And I have been wronged by none other than your Headmaster Dumbledore. He had lied, cheated, and falsely accused the innocent. He has made the life of young Harry Potter, not only your ‘Savior’, but my grandson, much more difficult than it ever should have been. Most of believe that because Harry was the boy-who-lived, he has lived a life carefree and easy, when that is not true. In fact, at the young, tender age of thirteen, Harry has done, seen, and had done to him more things so terrible that none of you would ever have to face, nor would you wish it upon someone else. But my grandson is so humble that he chose to bare with his pain and added the responsibility of the entire Wizarding World onto his own shoulders. He chose to tell none of his torments, but neither did anyone try to find out.
No one batted an eyelash at an obviously underfed child with claustrophobia who flinched at loud noises or when someone moved too quickly. No, you all saw a boy with fame and money and the supposed ability to destroy a Dark Lord al due to a prophecy of which no one took the time to confirm. How many of you in here have even heard the prophecy for yourselves? And if you did, how could you not realize the falsity in it? It doesn’t even remotely sound like a prophecy. And none of you find it suspicious that the one who gave the prophecy is a part of the Hogwarts staff? A human, when it is proven that only centaurs are the only ones who can predict a true prophecy? Yes, there are Seers who are not centaurs, but those who can See only see into the shifting future, not the set one. But the million dollar question is whether you noticed and overlooked it or not. But that is not what you are here for; I want you all to know the truth behind the story of Harry Potter and it’s not as gold as you seem to believe.”
At this point, Meelo had left Harry’s side with a squeeze of his hand and stepped beside the Queen. He took up after her. “I am a Seer and I have Seen many things concerning Harry Potter. With me in these books I have recorded what I Saw from Harry’s past, and also what this year would have been like had we not intervened. I would like to share these things with you and only ask that once you hear it, you take what you have learned and share it with every single person you know. Spread the truth behind the gilded lies spun by Dumbldore.”
Harry held his breath as Meelo opened the first book without hesitation, ignoring the astonished faces of the crowd. The speech they gave was rather impressive. Sirius slid into the seat beside him, grabbing his hand in a death grip but keeping his eyes on Meelo. He knew nothing of Harry’s life, Harry knew, and it saddened him to know that the man who was his father was about to hear exactly how fucked up his life was. Meelo looked up from the book once he found the page he wanted and shot Dumbledore a glare.
“I will begin with the day Harry was dropped off on the porch step of his Aunt and Uncle, in the dead of the night, at the age of one. His Aunt and Uncle who were avid Wizard hating Muggles and Harry’s mother explicitly explained that Harry was never to end up in their custody.”
Ah, yes. Harry though darkly. My time spent with the lovely Dursleys. This should be quite enjoyable.
Noticing Harry tensing up, Sirius shot him and worried glance, but Harry shook his head at the man. “Living with the Dursleys had been less than pleasant.”
Sirius frowned. “I know. I’m sorry you had to be subjected to that, Harry.”
Harry smiled wanly. “It’s fine. If anything, you had a worse time in Azkaban.”
“Yes, but I was a grown man. You’re still a child…” Sirius’ face fell.
“I’m fine, Sirius, I promise.” Before Sirius could respond, though, Meelo began to read from the book, his voice capturing their attention, along with those in the crowd.
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