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Dark Lord Rising	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 16554 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Though technically this is an early update, I will not being doing many of these. The purpose of this one is to set an updating schedule, which from here on out will be every Saturday, unless I'm really happy--note that comments make me the happiest--otherwise, ENJOY!

When Harry woke up the next morning, he immediately stiffened. His bed was neither this soft, nor this warm, and he always woke to the sound of one of his relatives screaming at him for this and that. More than often his uncle. He lowly opened his eyes and was greeted with a sight that made him gasp softly.
An angel was his first thought of the boy in front of him. But then he banished the thought as he remembered that angels didn’t exist—they would’ve saved him from his horrible uncle if they did—and the boy didn’t have wings if they indeed did exist. It was a valid consideration, however.
The boy staring unblinkingly at Harry was unearthly in his beauty. His skin was as pale as the pretty white flowers Aunt Petunia made Harry take care of when they blossomed, and looked soft as clouds. His hair was nearly as white, but with a faint golden glow to it, and was styled in fluffy yet organized tuffs—much unlike Harry’s—in a halo around his face. He had wide, slightly almond shaped eyes that would slowly narrow as time passed and he aged, that were a pretty shade of grey that reminded Harry of the sky when it was raining. Along with it came a small nose that was slightly tilted upwards at the tip that kind of gave him a smug look. His lips were thin, the top lip slightly bigger than the bottom, and were a soft shade of red that enhanced the paleness of his skin. He was taller than Harry, and slender, but not sickly so like Harry.
“Hello.” Harry blinked at the soft melody of the boy’s voice that was slightly edged with an icy sharpness. “My name is Draco Malfoy. My father says you are going to become my brother.”
“I—.” Harry’s voice was as soft and melodic as Draco’s, but with a warm edge to his tone.
If someone looked at the two, the first thought in their head would be how alike and yet different the two were. Like different sides to the same coin. Or like yin and yang.
“My name is ‘Arry. Is yer father…Lucius?”
Draco nodded. “Yes, he is. He told me that Uncle Severus and Aunt Minerva brought you here to stay. Father tells me everything. He said that we were going to take you to the Ministry today for a blood adoption. I came to wake you up to join us as we break our fasts.”
Break our fasts? Draco must mean breakfast, Harry concluded. He nodded eagerly.
“Okay. We can go now?”
“Of course.” Draco backed away from the bed as Harry climbed out. His nose wrinkled as he took sight of what Harry wore. “After we dress you in appropriate clothes, anyway. You can borrow some robes from my closet. They might be slightly long on you, however.”
Harry shook his head. “Anythin’ but this is fine.”
They quickly left the room and turned down the hall towards Draco’s room. Draco took the moment to analyze Harry. Even without having any actually lessons or training, Harry had the inner grace and poise befitting any Most Ancient and Noble house. Much like Draco, he had the blood of two old families flowing through his veins, making it that much easier for him to adapt to their customs. Already the raven walked with purpose and refinement befitting royalty.
A gasp left Harry’s mouth as soon as he entered Draco’s room. Much different and bigger than the guest room he was sleeping in, Draco’s room was one he always dreamed of having. A large canopy bed with two, large windows on each side overlooking a beautiful garden below and huge fluffy pillows scattered on top…A tall bookshelf that touched the ceiling, overflowing with books…Comfy looking chairs…A desk with a neat stack of papers in the corner, a small inkwell beside it. All decorated in silver, black, and dark green. Harry felt right at home in Draco’s room.
“Let’s start with a bath, okay Harry?” Draco said, grabbing Harry’s arm and dragging him towards a door.
It opened to reveal a bathroom decorated in pale blue and black. In the center of the room was a huge bathtub that was built into the ground, at which Harry gaped at. He was going to take a bath in that? Before, his uncle gave him a bucket full of cold water and told him he had five minutes. His head whipped around as Draco began to speak.
“Father told me that you used to live with filthy Muggles, and therefore I assume that you do not know how to operate a magical tub. No matter, it is simple. All you do is approach and touch that small mark right there, and the tub will begin to fill with water. It was stop when it is full enough, and will already be at the perfect temperature to enter.”
Wow magic. Harry swallowed. “Thank ya Draco.”
The blonde blinked. “It is nothing to be thankful for Harry. Everyone deserves a nice bath.”
“Oh.” Harry’s brow scrunched. Was it just his relatives, then, who treated him so poorly. Or was it what Draco called Muggles in general.
He could assume that Muggles were people that could not do magic, and that he was someone who could, as a boy who at since a young age could always do the inexplicable and classified impossible. And Draco probably was one too. And Lucius, Severus, and Minerva. And that Albus guy too.
Maybe Muggles were just…horrible people who could not understand that there were those who could do things they could not. Who were better than them.
“I will leave you to your bath then. Try not to take too long; Father and Mother are waiting for us.” Draco smiled slightly at him and left.
Heeding Draco’s words, Harry quickly approached the tub. It took him a moment to find the mark Draco had been talking about, but touched it immediately after finding it. The mark glowed brightly for a moment, and then water was suddenly pooling at the bottom of the tub, constantly growing bigger. He stared in awe and shock for a moment before backing away slightly and pulling of the dirty rags he wore.
By the time he was done, the tub was full and waiting, a thin waft of sweet smelling steam curling lazily into the air. Harry eagerly climbed into the tub, eyes widening as soft heat engulfed his body. He released a soft moan as his muscles began to relax of their own accord. A moment later he reluctantly sat up and began his search for soap. Upon finding it, he washed his body and afterwards his hair. Thoroughly. When he finally climbed out, the water was grey and murky with all the dirt that came off his body.
For a moment, Harry stood there feeling completely refreshed. He never felt so clean in his life. Then he jumped at the sound of a sucking noise, and turned to find the water being mysteriously drained. Turning back, he hunted down a soft, white towel which he immediately wrapped around his too thin waist.
He felt Draco’s eyes on him as he left the room. Grey orbs that easily counted all of his rubs, took in all the silvery scars on his flushed body, the sharp curves of his jutting hips, the thin, ropey sinew that lined his bones from hours and hours of labor every day. Harry looked down, feeling shameful. He was ugly and a freak, and he knew it.
“Harry…” Draco breathed, making his way over.
Harry had to hold in a flinch as Draco reached out for him. He knew Draco didn’t, and would never, mean him any harm. But it was a near reflex to flinch away whenever hands neared him. Too many times his uncle had hurt him using his hands.
But the blonde merely pulled him into a hug. Harry tensed for a moment, then melted into the warmth Draco had. It felt so nice. He had never been hugged before. Now he knew why Dudley had liked to cuddle with Aunt Petunia so much. A hug made you feel so…so…wanted. So loved.
Harry remember the night before, when Lucius had held him when he cried. That was a hug too, he realized. He felt the same as he did the night before. Warm. Welcomed. Loved. He shuddered softly, and Draco pulled away to smile softly at him.
“Harry, no one is ever going to treat you like that again. Unbelievable that such low life scum Muggle did this to you.” Draco frowned briefly. “You are above them Harry. You are a wizard. They should be cowering at your feet, kissing the floor you walk on, worshiping the air you breathe.”
“Yes.” Harry nodded in agreement. He was better, wasn’t he? He could do something Muggles couldn’t. Or rather, he would learn to do it. But he still had the potential that Muggles didn’t and could never have.
The two shared a grin. A bond was rapidly forming between them and they could feel it. An unbreakable union was forming, one that would soon shake the world.
Draco led him to a door to his left that opened up into walk in closet full of clothes. Harry gaped, hesitantly reaching out to touch a piece of cloth nearest him with a reverent expression. He had never seen so many clothes of such great quality in his life. Draco gave him a considering look.
“Silky black with forest green inner cloth and silver trimming, I think.”
Draco stuck out a hand and multiple articles of clothing came swishing towards him. Harry’s eyes bulged. Magic. Draco draped the clothes over his arm, holding it out towards Harry.
“Yes, I think this will work. Father will agree, I hope.” Draco thrust the clothes out into Harry’s arms. “Get dressed quickly Harry. I will be waiting for you outside.”
As the blonde strutted from the room, Harry took the moment to analyze what he wore. The blonde had on dark grey robes that shimmered silver in some places where the light hit it, with black trimming. Underneath he wore a silvery, light blue button down shirt with pants the same color as his robe. As the robe flicked upwards briefly, Harry caught the sight of pale blue cloth on the inside. Again they were opposite.
The door shut and Harry quickly laid out the clothes before him. The shirt was a button down, a green that was nearly black, and soft to touch. He could already tell by one look that the pants were too long, but were otherwise equally soft and colored black. His shoes looked just like Draco’s, but were black instead of dark grey.
Remembering Draco’s words, Harry quickly got dressed, sparing a few moments to marvel at the softness of the clothes. As he thought, the pants were too long, but not critically so, but the shirt fit him near perfectly. The robe was a hair’s breadth from touching the ground, and swished around when he moved. Satisfied and happy that everything was on correctly, Harry skipped from the closet room and beamed at Draco.
Standing in front of a tall chest Harry missed earlier, Draco gaped at the raven in front of him. The blonde knew that his to-be brother had a beauty and grace within, but he didn’t realize how much a bath and a simple wardrobe change could bring out and enhance such characteristics.
Though slightly big, the robes otherwise fit Harry well. They made him look slim instead of malnourished; the black brought color to his cheeks, and the flash of dark green made his eyes glow almost. The cut of the robes also fit him just as well as it did Draco, making his already royal-like poise almost god-like. Already Harry seemed more confident and outspoken than when Draco first met him earlier in the morning. Harry frowned at his blonde companion.
“Draco?”
His hesitant, questioning tone pulled Draco from his stupor and the tall blonde approached the raven, holding something in his hands that glinted. As Draco got closer, Harry noticed that it was in fact a thin white chain.
“Father came in a moment ago and told me to give this to you. He looked rather rushed for some reason. I find that he is probably having some trouble with the Ministry.” Draco frowned slightly. “I hope he is able to convince them to let him adopt you. I am afraid I am already quite attached to you Harry.”
Harry giggled and threw his arms around the blonde. “And I, you.”
When he pulled away, Draco made him turn around so that the blonde could out on the chain. A slightly cool weight settled between his collarbones and Harry reached up to touch the smooth stone resting on his skin. He lifted it to find it completely, and pure black. Calm energy pulsed against his fingertips; sporadic, but no less passive. He turned and looked at Draco.
“What is this?”
“Your family stone. I have mines here.” Draco grinned and reached into his shirt to pull out his own stone. His was oval like Harry’s, but was completely white and was suspended on a black chain. “They are called Agate stones. We share the yin, yang stones—obviously—yours represents power and tranquility, and mines represents harmony and security. Cool right?”
“Very.” Harry looked down as he rubbed the stone between his fingers. It gave a particularly strong pulse of energy, causing him to smile slightly. He loved it already. “What about Lucius and—and yer mother?”
“Father and Mother? Mother’s name is Narcissa by the way.” Harry flushed when Draco sent him a smirk, obviously catching his slip. “Every family has the same stone type—the Malfoy’s obviously is Agate—and Father’s stone is a Fire Agate that represents passion and stability, and Mother’s stone is a Blue Lace Agate that represents loyalty and support.”
“Wow.” Harry stared in wonder.
Draco gave an emphatic nod. “Yep. Now we should definitely go to the breakfast nook. I believe we are late.”
The blonde grabbed Harry’s hand and rushed him from the room and down the stairs. As they approached what Harry assumed to be the doors leading to the dining room, they slowed down considerably and Draco fussed over Harry as the two walked. The blonde quickly straightened his own clothes before pushing the doors open and strutting inside, Harry followed at a more moderate pace.
His gaze first landed on Lucius, who smiled softly and gave him an encouraging nod. Then his eyes swept over and caught Narcissa, the last of the Malfoy family for him to meet. The woman sat regally, looking relaxed and calm as she smiled widely at him. Harry could see where Draco got some of his softer features from.
Unlike Lucius and Draco, Narcissa’s hair was a deep, bluish-black that fell in soft waves to her mid-back. She had wide, vibrant blue eyes surrounded by thick lashes. Her skin tone was overall a shade or two darker than Lucius and Draco’s, but was still quite pale; nowhere near Harry’s own olive shade. Harry saw where Draco got the tilt in his nose from, and also his high cheekbones. As a matter of fact, now that the three were together, Harry could see that Draco actually looked more like his mother than his father.
“Dear Harry…” Narcissa began, her soft tone beckoning Harry’s attention. “Do not be so shy, child. Come here, let me see you.”
Blushing slightly, Harry ducked his head and took quick steps until he stood in front of the Malfoy matriarch. Her fingers caressed his jaw and urged his head upwards until his face was tilted towards hers. And yet he continued to look downwards. He did not know how to react in front of Narcissa Malfoy. His to-be mother.
When meeting Lucius, Harry and Severus and Minerva there to help and support him. Not to mention it was rather easy to see Lucius’ reactions when the man was told of Harry’s previous life as he was right there. No doubt Lucius had already told everything to Narcissa, therefore preventing Harry from knowing how she would react. Draco was…it was almost an unconscious effort for Harry to immediately trust the blonde. He couldn’t explain, but he felt as if he knew Draco for many years already.
He heard a light chuckle and reflexively looked up and met Narcissa’s warm eyes…Eyes that looked so familiar to him…it was strange. The reminded him of his own eyes whenever he had the chance to see his reflection at the Dursleys. But that was weird…they weren’t related yet…were they?
“Harry, child. You are much too beautiful to hide your face and eyes so. In just a few short hours, you will become a Malfoy, thus you must act so. You already have the ancient and noble blood of both the Potters and Blacks, my sire family. I can see your potential, Harry, so do not hide behind your shyness, okay?”
Harry flushed. “Yes, ma’am.”
She tsked playful. “None of that. Call me mum, okay?”
His eyes widened as his heart tempo increased. Mum. He’s never said that before. “Yes…m-mum.”
“Good.” Her smile widened and she ruffled his hair. “Now come on Mr. Bird’s Nest, I am sure you are rather hungry, yes?”
“Oh, yes.” His eyes lit up eagerly and Narcissa laughed.
“Then let us eat.”
Harry turned when his hand was grabbed, and found Draco smiling widely at him. “Sit with me, Harry, okay?”
“Un.” He hummed.
Draco pulled him over to the table, across from Narcissa and next to Lucius, who sat at the head of the table. Harry’s eyes widened. He never sat at a table before. Draco, noticing Harry’s trepidation, shared a worried look with his father. The Malfoy patriarch frowned slightly before beaming a smile at Harry.
“Harry.” The raven looked up. “What would you like to eat? The house elves will make whatever you like.”
“’Ouse…elf?” Harry’s head tilted cutely to the side. “What’s a ‘ouse elf?”
Lucius’ jaw twitched for a moment. “A house elf is essentially a bound servant of a household. It cooks, cleans, and does whatever we tell it to.”
“Oh.” A considering look came over Harry’s face. “So…does that mean I used to be a ‘ouse elf?”
A thunderous expression washed over Lucius’ face and he stood. “No, Harry! You never were and never will be a house elf—!”
The man abruptly stopped as he caught sight of Harry’s face. The raven cowered slightly in his seat, biting his lip hard in an attempt to resist flinching and curling into a ball. Draco looked on between the two with wide eyes and Narcissa had her hand over her mouth, brow furrowed. Harry shook slightly, tears building in his eyes.
“S-sorry.” He said in a quiet, heartbroken voice. “I’m sorry. I didn’ mean it.”
Expression immediately softening, Lucius swooped around the table and scooped Harry into his arms. Harry wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and tried to resist sobbing. Lucius pursed his lips as he rubbed Harry’s back, sharing a look with Narcissa. The woman stood and joined her husband, running a soothing hand in the young raven’s hair. Draco bit his lip, standing and reaching up to try and grab Harry’s hand. He was too short, however, and could not reach, frustrating him.
Harry, hearing Draco’s huff, peeked over Lucius’ shoulder with red rimmed eyes and reached out to Draco, who smiled and grabbed Harry’s hand tightly. Together the Malfoy family soothed their newest member.
~oOo~
This means it’s in French guyz.
“Lucius, what is the Min-is-ter-y?”
The blonde looked down at Harry, who blinked curiously at him as they walked hand-in-hand through the Ministry of Magic. Narcissa and Draco walked beside them, expression carefully composed in a stoic face while in public.
Before they left for the Ministry, Lucius explained to Harry that the Malfoy’s had a certain appearance they had to maintain in front of the public, or else they would appear as weak willed and others would try to destroy the family name. Harry caught on rather easily and eagerly asked to be taught on how to do the same. Lucius took him through a quick crash course lesson on how to compose his features to not reveal any emotions, something Harry had caught on to easily thanks to the Dursleys.
“The Ministry is composed of multiple departments that control different aspects of the Wizarding World. Our Minister is a part of a panel called the Wizengamot who decided very important things, such as our laws and regulations, and also decide on how to administer such things.”
“Oh.” Harry nodded slowly. “Which de-par-ti-ment are we goin’ to?”
“The Department of Child Welfare, Harry.”
“And they are goin’ to do the blood ad-op-o-tion?”
Lucius’ hand tightened on Harry’s for a moment as his eyes narrowed dangerously. “That is my expectation, yes. If they are not as willing as they previously agreed to…there are other ways to convince them.”
Harry brightened for a moment, until he remembered to keep his expression blank. Then he quickly straightened his face and looked on ahead, though he couldn’t prevent his eyes from shining with mirth and excitement. The rest of the way to the Department of Child Welfare was silent as Harry analyzed the sights before him. His jaw nearly dropped when they rode the elevator and paper airplanes swooshed inside and went still as they waited for their stop, zooming off once they arrived. But he clenched his jaw and simply watched curiously.
Magic. It was all magic.
The elevator finally arrived at their stop, announcing Department of Child Welfare in a static voice. Harry shared a look with Lucius, who allowed a brief smile to appear in his eyes, as they exited the elevator.
There was a calm aura in this particular department, no one was rushing around and papers weren’t flying everywhere. Harry was thankful; he wasn’t very fond of crowds and walking through the Atrium had been bad enough. Hence why he held Lucius’ hand. Said man guided him towards a door that had a small plaque reading James Smeag in curvy letters.
Lucius knocked and received a muffled reply.
“Hold up, hold up. Lucius is that you?” The door opened to reveal a tall man in sharp robes, a five o’clock shadow gracing his boyish face, and his hair a ruffled mess. He glared at Lucius with a scowl. “Of course it’s you. Punctual as always.”
“James.” Lucius smiled sharply at the man. “If you would please let us in?”
“Yeah, yeah.” James scrubbed his head and released the door, turning into the small office and waving them inside. “You know I hate late notices, Lucius. I was up all night with this one. You fire-call me at two o’clock in the morning ranting on about how you needed a blood adoption ready right away because it was such an emergency. Ugh, you are so lucky we’re old friends or else I would’ve sent you straight to St. Mungos with that one.”
“Of course. Thank you, James.” Lucius sat down, stretching his arm out because Harry, who sat in the chair beside him, was still clutching his hand.
James’ dark gaze immediately zeroed on Harry. He arched a brow. “This the kid? Cute tyke, a little shy though. Can’t be a shy Malfoy, kid, especially going to Hogwarts. Slytherin’ll eat you alive.”
“Leave him be, James.” Narcissa said sharply, noticing the way Harry’s eyes widened.
The man, also noticing Harry’s expression, sat back in his chair. “He’ll learn soon enough. I got everything ready, Lucius, if you are.”
“Now would be as good as any, James.”
“Don’t get sarcastic on me, blondie.” James pulled out his wand and swished it around.
An assortment of things appeared on the desk. A smooth silver bowl with symbols carved around the rim, a simple fine tipped brush, a wicked sharp dagger with more symbols along the edge, and a stack of papers with a quill on top. James shoved the papers at Lucius.
“If you would sign in the marked places.”
Lucius quickly grabbed the quill and signed the designated places with rapid flourishes. He handed James back the papers with a small smirk. James rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Alright, let the ceremony commence, blah-de-blah-de-blah.” He picked up the dagger. “If I may so graciously have your palm, Lucius?”
As so it began. James swiftly cut Lucius’ palm, letting the man close his hand into a fist, and flipped his hand over so that the blood dripped into the silver bowl, chanting in a different language all the while. He did it again with Narcissa, and again with Draco until the small bowl was full of dark red blood. Then he beckoned Harry forth.
“You’ll need to take your robes and shirt off, kid.”
Glancing at Lucius, who gave him an encouraging nod, Harry quickly removed his upper body clothes until he stood in his trousers, his stone glinting softly on his chest. Both Lucius and Narcissa sucked in sharp gasps at the scars and obvious signs of malnourishment that covered his body. Harry flushed and fidgeted, repeating the words Draco had told him in his head. He was better than these Muggles. Superior to them.
James nodded absently as he stirred the blood in the bowl with the brush until the soft bristles were covered in the thick liquid. “I see why it was so urgent now, Lucius.”
“Yes.” Lucius’ voice was tight as he continued to stare at Harry’s abused body. “If we can please continue. Harry is uncomfortable.”
“Yes, yes.”
Using the fingers of his left hand to tilt Harry’s face gently upwards, James began to chant again, moving the brush along Harry’s forehead. The blood was cool on his skin and didn’t drip down, of which he was thankful for. He didn’t want to look like some horror movie, like the one he caught a glimpse of one once when Dudley and Piers had snuck it. While he found the movie to be quite amusing, he learned that others didn’t quite feel the same way.
James moved from his forehead and down, bringing the brush down his nose and over his lips in a long red streak where he stopped to draw another symbol on his chin. When he was down there, he began another strip down his neck to the middle of his chest—minding Harry’s necklace of course—and drew another symbol. Then he made two different paths from there, one going down his right arm to stop with a symbol on his palm, and again on his left arm with the same symbol on his palm. Then James returned to his chest and made a line straight down to his belly button, making another on around the indent. Then he made Harry turn around and made another symbol on the nape of his neck, making another path down to the small of his back, drawing another symbol there.
He had been chanting the entire time, but now he stopped as he made the last mark on the symbol on Harry’s back. Then he stepped back with a satisfied look. For a moment, nothing happened. Then Harry’s eyes widened as the drawn blood on his skin began to warm. His heartbeat increased in tempo as his blood rushed through his veins, and Harry could swear he could feel every blood cell rushing through his body.
His knees gave out from under him and he fell to the ground, clenching his jaw as his body temperature rose exponentially until he felt as if he were boiling right then and there. A sharp pain pulsed through his body repeatedly until he was gasping for breath, curling over himself in an attempt to lessen the pain. It hurt so much. Then his body began to itch, badly. His face, his scalp, his skin. His blood, his heart, his chest. Everything itched and hurt at the same time. Tears welled as even his eyes began to itch and burn. A wind kicked up in the room, swirling around him and creating a mess in the office. His magic swirled around, trying comfort him.
And then, as soon as it began, it suddenly stopped. Harry slumped to the ground in relief, taking a shuddering deep breath. Well, that hurt. His body twitched and resisted with lingering ghost pains as he slowly climbed to his feet. When he opened his eyes—which he hadn’t realized he’d closed—he frowned as everything was blurry and unfocused. Then he had an impulsive, hopeful thought and took of his glasses, grinning and looking around as he found everything to be crystal clear. He happened to glance at his arms and noticed that the blood there was gone, apparently absorbed into his skin. He looked up and found everyone staring at him with wide eyes. James was straight up gaping, his eyes switching between him and Draco. Harry tilted his head to the side with a curious expression.
“Harry—look.” Narcissa conjured a mirror and passed it to him. Harry peeked at it, and gaped at what he saw.
He looked almost completely different. His hair was still black, yes, but it was longer, falling in soft waves to his shoulders. It was no longer unruly, and the black was more a bluish-puplish than the dull, light absorbing shade it was before. His eyes were the same shape, but had developed a sort of bluish tint with a silvery shimmer within the green, making the already strange color more otherworldly. His nose had the same tilt at the end as Narcissa and Draco. His cheekbones were higher. His lips were fuller. His skin was paler, and all his scars were gone, save the strange one on his forehead. He looked…a lot like Draco actually. Just different colors.
All in the room could see it. He looked just like any Black down the line. Apparently Narcissa strong Black blood activated the dormant Black genes inside of him, causing such an extraordinary change in his appearance. He looked more like Narcissa than Draco did.
All of a sudden he blinked and looked up at Draco, who stared at him with the same expression. Harry’s brow furrowed as something compelled him to reach out and grab Draco’s stone. He could tell Draco had the same urge by the twitching of his hand. After a moment, neither of them could resist any longer and simultaneously reached out a clutched each other’s stones.
A bright light appeared and the two gasp. It felt like their souls were sliding from their bodies, twining together. Their magic did the same a moment later, until both soul and magic from both of the swirled together and a mirage of black and white with shards of blue and green and silver swirled within. The whirling mass separated into halves and slammed back into their bodies, making them gasp and pull away.
They opened eyes they hadn’t realized they closed and stared at each other in wonder. They both felt full. Complete. It was a strange, but no less fulfilling, feeling.
“Impossible.” They turned to find James staring at them with wide eyes. “Soul Mirror Twins. I thought that was only a myth.”
“As did I.” Lucius agreed, staring at the two of them.
“Oh, boys.” Narcissa gathered both Harry and Draco into her arms, holding them close. The two shared a look over her shoulders, shrugging in unison. Narcissa only held them tighter.
Harry blinked, putting a petite hand on her back. “M-mum?”
Narcissa pulled back to look at Harry. “Yes, Harry love?”
“Are ya okay?”
Her eyes glistened slightly with gathering tears. “Yes, Harry, I am fine.”
“Are you sure, mum?” Draco asked. “Because you are crying.”
“They are tears of happiness, Draco. You both will understand when you grow up and have children of your own.”
Looking up at her husband, Narcissa stood and casually wiped the tears from her face. Lucius smiled at her flustered expression and took out his wand, waving it so that the red blotch and teary stains on her cheeks disappeared; her face once again flawless. She smiled gratefully at him before turning to James.
“Thank you, James, for performing the blood adoption ritual for us on such short notice.”
The man grinned, coming around his desk to shake hands with Lucius, and kiss the back of Narcissa’s hand.
“No problem. Anything for the Malfoys.” His hands landed on the top of Harry and Draco’s heads, ruffling their hair much to their annoyance. “Especially for these two little cuties. Beware when they hit puberty, girls’ll be throwing themselves at these two left and right. Probably a few guys too.”
“We shall worry about that when the time comes, James.” Lucius smiled at the man. “But for now we must be going. We have other business to take care of.”
“Oh, alright. Don’t be a stranger, Lucius. We have to catch up one of these days.” James waved them off, digging into his pocket and pulling out a carton of cigarettes.
“Of course he will, James.” Narcissa smiled over her shoulder as she ushered the two boys out, Lucius right behind her.
The blonde man sighed in relief once they were on the elevator. “A friend he may be, but James surely knows how to annoy me.”
Narcissa kept her face straight, though her eyes shined with laughter. “Indeed, my dear. He knows how to push all your buttons too.”
Lucius snorted softly, but said nothing. Catching the pause within the conversation, Harry took the chance to tug on Lucius’ sleeve.
“Lu—Father?” Lucius looked down at him in surprise. “Are we returnin’ to the Manor now?”
“No, Harry. Now, we will take a portkey to France.”
Harry’s brow furrowed. “Frawn—fran—.”
“France.” Draco said, smirking a little. “It is just France in French, Harry.”
“Well, I don’ know French, so how would I know that?” Harry glared at his blonde brother, who shrugged cheekily.
“Mr. Malfoy!” Someone cried out, catching the attention of the twins. A slightly robust man with a curly mustache and beady eyes made his way towards them, smiling widely.
Lucius pursed his lips slightly, eyes cold. “Mr. Wahterbugge. I presume our portkey to Centre de la Sorcellerie is ready?”
“Yes, yes.” The man nodded eagerly. “Follow me please.”
Draco frowned slightly as they began to follow the man. “Father, why are we going to Centre de la Sorcellerie? Is there something not at Diagon Alley that you need?”
“We are going buy the requirements for Hogwarts for you and Harry. France has better quality than anything we can find in England.”
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