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A Different Kind of Hero	By : JunjouSlashGirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53264 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 22: An Endless Friday
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Despite everything, Draco had slept well. The room his father had shown him to was certainly worthy of a Malfoy. Currently, he still lay in the soft bed, which once had apparently belonged to Salazar Slytherin, glaring up at the canopy. His eyes took in details of the stone wall above him; he would not have noticed them before his death and involuntary resurrection, things were sharper and colours seemed brighter. The same enhancement applied to his ears: His father as a vampire himself was too silent, but he could hear muffled conversations and movements from everywhere around him. How could his father stand to live like this? Not only were they were not Purebloods any longer but they could not continue to live in peace either.
Eying the room closely, he did not understand how scar head could have gotten these rooms, but he was sure that he had no real claim to them. More likely that the old fool of a Headmaster had given them to Potter, Draco could not imagine any other possibility. The furniture was made from an expensive dark wood and ancient silver and green velvets and tapestries took away the coldness of the stone walls. Some bookshelves stood in one corner and he had even found some old documents from Slytherin himself in his desk drawer, but to his dismay, he had not been able to read anything. His jaw clenched in annoyance at the thought that Potter was able to read the Parselscript. A Gryffindor, what a disgrace! And certainly not something he would have been able to do without his infamous connection to the Dark Lord.
But the ability to speak Parseltongue was not the only thing Potter had stolen anymore. The Gryffindor had moved into quarters that he, Draco Abraxas Malfoy, as a descendant of Salazar Slytherin definitively had more rights to it and he also had the guts to allow himself to be clad in the council robes by his father. How dare he?
His father had been married until recently and if ever Lucius should marry, it should be another Pureblood witch, but seeing as he was back there was no need for an heir any longer. He could stay a widower and honourably mourn the loss of his beloved wife, as was proper for a man, but no, his father had to start shagging Harry bloody Potter, the boy who still refused to let himself be killed and do the world a favour.
He had known all along that his father had a thing for younger males, many Pureblood wizards and witches with an arranged marriage had lovers on the side, or one kink or another, he himself had quite the experience with girls, but he had always believed that his father had loved his mother at least in some ways and fucking Harry Potter so quickly after her death was not only improper, it was also very ridiculous.
Scarhead looked like a fucking child and there was nothing remotely attractive about him. He had certainly not noticed the huge, bright and very vivid emerald green eyes as their eyes had met for the first time after his resurrection. He had also not let his eyes stop when they fell on those soft and certainly very kissable looking deep red lips either, nor had he taken notice of the unbelievably delicate and small looking raven with his thin frame and faintly glowing, nearly translucent white skin. And the last thing he had not felt was the sudden urge to jump the boy, claim him and fuck him senseless in front of his father and godfather. No, he had not experienced all those things and he surely had not noticed the small boy’s beauty even years before their supposed connection arose!
His godfather was another crazy matter. Severus and scarhead’s hatred had always been mutual, almost rivalling the loathing Potter and he felt for each other, but something had obviously changed. They had not looked like mates or lovers, but they had been very close yesterday and Potter had even gone with his godfather to spend the night sleeping in his private quarters.
It almost felt as if he had been dead for far longer than merely a month. To be honest, he did not have many memories of his weeks behind the veil, the only thing he remembered had been the agonizing pain of his death, or rather, the hours before it; the death itself had been a deliverance after the hours of torture he had endured at the hands of his parents former Lord. But the worst part had been watching his mother being burned to ashes by fiendfire in front of his eyes. There had been nothing left of her, the fiendfire even burned the ashes in the end.
In that regard his father was at least correct: The Dark Lord was an evil maniac who did not care for his followers, regardless of how loyal they always had been, or how pure their bloodlines were, they were only tools for him. But Draco still believed in the beliefs of the Dark Cause, the superiority of Purebloods and even after having seen his father kissing that stupid Gryffindor, he could not believe that his beliefs had changed so much either. It was more likely that Lucius just liked to fuck that tight looking arse until it bled, than that he had actually changed sides.
Regardless of his father's relationship with the golden boy or what Lucius believed, he, Draco Malfoy, was certainly not Potter’s mate and he would never touch the boy or even think about it; that was just revolting.
Casting a tempus, he stood up and went over to the cupboard where the small House Elf had put some clothes of his father in, and pulled them on. Frowning, he realized that he did not have his wand to transform them into something that at least looked like school robes. What had that blasted House Elf’s name been again? Snapping his fingers, he waited for a moment, that was always enough to get some of his family elves; they had too many after all to remember every single name of his servants, but when the thing did not appear he huffed in frustration and tried to actually remember the name of a elf for the first time in his life.
It had been something with O he believed. Ozzy? No, the name had not ended on y like was typical for the creatures, at least that he had noticed. Then he remembered and called: "Oscar!" But again, nothing happened. Getting seriously annoyed he called again and when he still received no answer he stormed out of his room in search for his father. This bloody creature would get clothes after it had brought him his wand, he would make sure of it!
"Father?"
The door opposite of his was opened with a spell and without asking twice, he stepped into his father's bedroom. Draco did not know what repelled him more; the red and gold colour scheme, or the fact that Potter and his father’s scents hung heavily in the air, mixed with some lingering aromas of arousal and sex; he scowled at his father, but seeing his raised eyebrow he decided not to comment and instead said: "Our House Elf is not answering my call."
To his annoyance, his father's second eyebrow lifted up and the shadow of a smirk appeared on his face: "Oscar is not our House Elf, he is Harry’s and he has not yet told him to listen to you. What do you need?"
Growling, he answered: "My wand. I need to transform these robes."
"I am afraid your wand is lost," Lucius thought for a moment and then called: "Oscar!" The little elf appeared instantly to Draco's annoyance and bowed deeply: "What can Oscar do for Lord Malfoy?"
"Bring me my grandfather’s wand. You will find it in the safe in my private office at Malfoy Manor."
"Yes sir," the elf said and popped out.
At his questioning look, his father explained: "My grandfather's wand was made from the same wood as yours and has almost the same core; Unicorn Heartstring instead of Unicorn Hair, but I think you will manage until we can buy you a new wand."
"I hope you are right, if I have to pick up my life again, I do not want to ruin it further with bad marks due to an unsuitable wand," Draco scoffed, trying to ignore the glare of his father, but it was not easy. His father was an impressive man, even now when he was nearly as tall and broad shouldered as him. And furthermore, he hated to disappoint or anger his father; he was the most important person in his life.
"Do not forget to put a glamour on before you leave for classes and you have to think about some way to hide your Mating Mark, it cannot be hidden by any spells," his father said just as a pop was heard and Potter’s small elf returned, a light brown wand in his hands.
"Oscar has found wand, Lord Lucius, sir."
Draco sneered at the ugly wand, but took it and waved it at the pillows on the bed, trying to levitate them. It felt as if the wand did not really want to obey and he had to put much more magic into his spell than usual, but the pillows lifted up.
"Not perfect, but I will manage for now," he announced and transformed his father's robes into school robes. They did not fit as perfectly as the ones he had worn in the past, which had been custom made for him, so he would need to go to Diagon Alley after classes, but it was better than showing up in regular clothing and looking as if he had not bothered to prepare.
"I expect you to try and not provoke Harry today, especially not in defence;" his father said suddenly.
"What is so special about defence?" he sneered back. "Because its Potty’s favourite subject?" he sneered back.
"Because I am the teacher and do not want to referee a fight between you two."
Oh, the day had just gotten even better and it was not even eight in the morning. Only a month ago Draco would have been delighted to hear that his father would be a teacher at Hogwarts, one more person to torment Potter without the boy having any chance of doing anything against it, but not anymore.
"Great," he just said and left without as much as another glance at his father. His life had turned into hell.
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HP
Harry sat at the Gryffindor table with his friends and watched them eating breakfast. He had managed to run up to the tower this morning and catch them before they could come into his quarters and stumble not only on to one, but two Malfoy’s.
He still felt a bit exhausted and his friends had asked if he had nightmares again, which he had answered with: "Not a nightmare like you think now, but you will see at breakfast."
He would not deny that he had been present when Draco had suddenly appeared again, but he would not tell them that he was the reason why the prat was stalking around Hogwarts again either.
At least with the help of his father, he had made up his mind and decided that he would neither grovel in front of him like a good submissive nor would he openly be hostile. For now, he would just try to ignore his second mate until the boy had calmed down. His father had also told him that he and Lucius would go to their Master directly after classes had ended for the day to tell the snake man that Draco would be able to step into his service after his graduation after all.
At that moment the door to the great hall flew open and said boy strode in, arrogant smirk in place, his appearance perfect as ever and drawing all eyes to him. A loud gasp went through the hall, even the teachers stared in disbelief, with the exception of Albus of course, who smiled as if he had gotten a year's supply of his beloved Lemon Drops and his father, who scowled at his godson.
A loud squeal drowned the gasps and the silent whispers that had arisen and Pansy Parkinson literally leaped over the Slytherin table, ran over to the blonde Headboy and flung herself around his neck.
Harry's lips lifted into a sneer and a low, possessive growl threatened to rise in his throat, which he quickly squashed, denying that he felt jealous and hurt.
"You can say it, Harry," Ron muttered with a look at his sneer, thinking that his friend was sneering at the return of the arrogant prat and not his attitude.
Harry barely listened to him as he watched his younger mate offer his arm to Parkinson, like a proper gentleman and lead her back to the Slytherin table where he was greeted like a returned king, or like the prince of Slytherin he was.
Parkinson leaned into Draco's side after they had sat down and Harry had to fight the rising urge to rip her head off. His claws itched as if they wanted to elongate. Trying to distract himself he reached for his blood-filled goblet Oscar had once again prepared for him and took a sip. At least he noticed that similar goblets only stood in front of Lucius and his father as well; apparently his little servant was not fond of the young Malfoy Heir right now either.
"How can he...?" Hermione started to ask, but then stopped and shook her head.
"Yeah, I was happy that he was dead as well, but I suppose you can't kill weeds so easily," Ron muttered darkly.
Harry finally turned back to his friends. Hermione was currently frowning at the blonde Slytherin as well. "This is a really different kind of nightmare. Harry, did you seen him arrive yesterday?" she asked him.
"Something like that," Harry admitted.
"How can he still be alive?" Ron scoffed and pierced a piece of bacon angrily with his fork.
Sighing, Harry told them the story Lucius, Severus, Draco, and Albus had agreed on: "Apparently my father found him still alive after Voldemort’s torture." His friends flinched at the name of you know who, but he continued nonetheless: "He was barely alive and thrown outside to garbage like all the other victims of Tom’s wrath, but Severus took him with him and managed to patch him back together. He told me that he had said nothing in case he would not be able to save Malfoy. I guess he didn't want to raise Lucius’ hopes. Better a surprise than a disappointment."
"Yeah, what a surprise," Ron scoffed.
Harry wanted to say that he wasn't thrilled either, but couldn't, because deep down he was unbelievable happy about his mate's return.
"Ron!" Hermione scolded. "We should be happy about his return..." she scowled, "...or at least, about the fact that he is not dead."
With that Harry could agree; he certainly would prefer Draco being home tutored right now, not dead, but far away to calm down or rant in silence until he was starving and needed to look the truth in the face, and then come to him for blood.
Bloody hell, he had not thought about it yet, he would have to feed the prat! Harry groaned in annoyance and banged his head on the table. His friends gave him an odd look and he said in way of explanation: "We have Defence with him today."
Now Ron groaned as well and even Hermione looked slightly tortured.
"At least not until after lunch," she tried to cheer them all up, but without much success.
An owl landed on Harry's plate then, distracting them all for a moment. He untied the rolled up parchment and read the short note. It was from Albus.
"Albus wants to start my lessons with him tomorrow after breakfast. He says that he will come and pick me up in my quarters," Harry frowned.
"Where do you think he will train you?" Ron asked, shoving some eggs into his mouth.
"I don't know yet. Albus said something about a room called the room of requirement, but he thinks that the magic of the room will not be strong enough to hold both our powers as soon as we start duelling in earnest and he also said that the Great Hall will not be an option either, or we might frighten the other students."
"That sounds reasonable, but I guess he has figured something out," Ron said.
"Well, you have to tell us about your first lesson afterwards," Hermione said and rose to her feet, before adding: "Hurry up Ron, we have to be at the Greenhouses in less than eight minutes."
They followed her out of the castle, but only when they reached the waiting group of students did they realize that they had nearly every class this year with the Slytherins and that their blonde nemesis was not far behind them:
"...apparently the last Headboy had been caught in an improper situation with Filch's cat and he immediately offered me the position," Draco just drawled as he passed them with Pansy, Zabini and his bodyguards Crabbe and Goyle.
"Yes and do not forget to mention that Albus offered you the position because of me," Harry grumbled and turned his back to his mate.
"Why is that?" Ron asked, looking irritated.
Sighing, he explained: "Albus believes that he will somehow become a supporter of the Light Side and join the Order like Lucius has."
His friend snorted, but Hermione chewed on her bottom lip: "Say, Harry, do you believe that Lucius will stay loyal to you now that his former master had not killed his Heir after all?"
Harry blinked a few times before answering: "That doesn't change the fact that it had been Voldemort’s aim and that his wife is dead." There were, of course, other reasons as well, but that had to be enough.
"I hope you are right," his brainy friend worried and eyed the blonde Heir with mistrust.
"I still can't believe that Malfoy...the older one..." Ron frowned, "has really joined us and I will never believe that ferret face will turn all Light."
Harry had to admit that he could not imagine it either. With a sigh he nodded and involuntarily perked up when Draco's voice reached his ears again:
"I will have my private rooms in the dungeons. Dumbledore promised me that they would be ready this evening."
"Oh Draycy, then I can visit you!" Parkinson cooed and to Harry's horror, his mate answered: "Of course you can, darling."
Ron made a retching sound, whilst Harry turned around, not longer able to contain himself at the hurtful words: "I thought you found Lucius sexier," throwing Parkinson's words back at her from their first day of class.
To his satisfaction, he saw something flashing through his stupid mate's ice blue eyes and the annoying girl at his arm blushed in anger and embarrassment, but he had celebrated too early when Draco sneered at him and replied: "Are you jealous scarhead? I must disappoint you, but I would never choose someone as ugly as you, who cannot even provide me with an heir."
Now it was Harry’s turn to flush in furry as the gathered Slytherins snickered. Without thinking he shot back: "What does a sterile ferret face like you need a wife for?" hinting at the fact that Draco was now dead and unable to sire anything, regardless whether he decided to acknowledge their bond or not. Fury rose like a toxic smell in the air and Harry saw Draco's muscles flex as the boy made himself ready to probably hex the living hell out of him, but luckily Professor Sprout arrived at that moment and called for their attention.
With a last filthy sneer, his mate turned his back to him to listen to their teacher and pulled Parkinson provocatively closer. Parkinson giggled in delight, her black curls bouncing as she flipped them over her shoulder.
Growling, Harry silently promised himself that he would use the next given opportunity to pay the prat back. Ron, who could not understand the meaning of Draco's gesture pat his shoulder and congratulated him: "Good reply, mate!"
The growl was about to rise at Ron's accidentally used title, but then he saw Draco's back stiffened, and a wide grin spread over his face. He didn't notice Hermione's confused expression as he did not go ballistic like the last few times someone had called him mate accidentally and just grinned.
They followed Professor Sprout to Greenhouse number four, where dangerous Potion Plants grew, the main topic of fifth-year Herbology. Harry was relieved to find himself much too distracted by the aggressive plants to have enough time to watch or listen to his second dominant.
After Herbology they went to Transfigurations, where McGonagall had a stern eye on the newly reunited enemies and gave them no chance to come even remotely close to each other. Somehow having predicted or noticed or gotten a hint from Albus, she moved Draco to the opposite end of the room first thing after her class had started. They continued their unsuccessful attempts at transforming mice into chickens, with Harry not being able to get the mice to a reasonable size. The little animal always turned into a perfect chicken, but much too large, fluctuating between the size of a cat, a dog or once even a horse, which had destroyed some desks and sent the girls in their class into a panic, until his Head of House had been able to reverse the spell.
When he arrived with his friends at lunch they were covered in brown feathers and looked rather ruffled, having stood right next to the little mouse as it exploded into the monster chicken. Hermione quickly cast a vanishing spell and then a Scourgify to clean them of all lingering grime, before anyone could reach for a plate with food.
Slumping down, Harry threw his candy bag on the desk and fished for one.
"Harry, you really should talk with Dumbledore about your new wand tomorrow, this is not normal," Hermione said sternly and even Ron nodded instantly.
Sighing, he admitted: "You are right, something is off." His nerves calmed a bit at the taste of blood and he leaned back in his chair to close his eyes and relax for a moment. This day already felt endless and as things stood right now, he would not even be able to return into Lucius' arms after classes had ended. Lucius and his father would go to Voldemort and even if they didn't, Harry doubted that Draco would give him a chance to come near his father; the blonde boy had seemed very keen on keeping them apart yesterday.
Harry kept his eyes close, ignoring the wild chatting of his housemates, who were all annoyed by Draco Malfoy’s return. Only when Hermione shook him and told him that they had to get going to DADA did he opened them again and took his bag, not as happy to have Lucius as his teacher as he had been at the beginning of the week.
Draco already stood in front of their classroom, giving him the cold shoulder after their little dispute before Herbology, at least Parkinson was not clinging to his arm right now, but standing between Zabini and Nott. Harry thought that Draco may be avoiding her on purpose because they were standing in front of his father's classroom and the older blonde had made it very clear what he expected from his son. Lucius sure would not be happy if he ever found out how they had fought today.
"Man, have you gotten a handle on this meditation thing?" Ron asked him suddenly.
He had indeed practiced for at least 15 minutes every day, not wanting to disappoint his mate, his older mate, he corrected himself mentally, but until now all he had gotten from the meditation was a wired feeling. Instead of the many shadows he always saw as soon as he started his meditation morphing into one, they had become even more.
"Not yet," he said, making Hermione frown.
"But you looked as if you had no problems with your trance last lesson," she said.
"I don't really have a problem, but what I see is all fuzzy and unfocused," he replied.
"That sounds better than what I see, man," Ron grinned sheepishly.
Rolling her eyes, their brainy friend snapped: "Maybe you would be more successful if you practiced each evening as Professor Malfoy has told us to do."
Ron cringed: "please don't call him that."
"Call him what?" Hermione asked irritably and Harry answered for Ron: "He means Professor."
"Yeah, I still try to ignore the fact that the bastard is our teacher now," Ron added helpfully.
Harry sighed; he did not even have the energy to be angry at the new insult to his mate.
"Maybe you just need some more time. Finding your animagus form is a difficult task," Hermione mused, coming back to their original topic.
"I guess," he answered and turned around when he heard the door opening.
He waited a moment until Draco was safely inside and had enough time to sit down, before entering the classroom as well. Sitting down, he pulled out his black journal and waited for his mate to start the lesson. Ron was not as attentive and Hermione reminded him to get his stuff onto the table as well, but she instantly fell silent when Lucius stepped in front of them:
"We will continue where we left on Monday. I hope you all have done your homework, or I will notice it today."
Harry assumed he looked rather nervous at his mate's words. He stood up with the others and when the desk had been moved to the side again and the pillows conjured, he grabbed one to return to the place under the staircase where he had sat the last time.
"I guess I can just relax for a while, seeing as I have already managed the full transformation," Draco's voice sounded loud through the classroom. "I am a multimagus, you know. Father already taught me the year after our third year."
"Arrogant prick!" Ron muttered and threw his pillow carelessly onto the ground.
"He is," Harry agreed, wondering what a multimagus was, but if his younger mate’s tone of voice and the surprised gasps of his friends were anything to go by, it had to be something bloody awesome. He guessed that even Draco was a Malfoy after all and closed his eyes.
As soon as he had closed his eyes and entered the meditative state, the fluttering shadows were back. He frowned in annoyance at them; he really didn't need to make a bloody fool out of himself in his supposed best subject on top of it all. To be honest, he hoped that it was just the light dancing in front of his closed eyelids and that he could see the blood flowing through the thin veins in them, now that his eyes were so much better than those of a human.
Sighing, Harry tried to relax even more and sink deeper into the trance. But the shades grew more solid, his hope fading rather quickly. He forced his mind to relax deeper into the meditation; he would accomplish nothing as long as he still thought about the matter consciously. He felt his heart slowing down until it almost stopped completely, only beating one or two times for a whole minute and he lost the feeling of reality. It was as if he was released from his body, or in a dreamlike state. The feeling of the cold stone against his back and the softness of the cushion had faded and his body felt utterly light.
Suddenly, the shadows changed into solid pictures in fractions of a second, skipping the second practice phase of shades completely and he gasped in shock and surprise: There in front of him stretched an endless picture of thousands and thousands of animals. They filled his field of view completely and Harry would have sworn that there would be even more if he was only able to go to the black horizon.
His eyes fluttered open and met the silver-red ones of his mate, who watched him intently.
"Professor, I think I doing something wrong," he said, barely loud enough to pull his friends from their own meditation and make them look at him in question. He heard Draco snort contemptuously near the classroom door and threw him his filthiest glare, which the boy answered with a mocking sneer, as if telling him that he would never be good enough for a Malfoy.
"Come over here, Mr. Potter and we will discuss your problem and try to find a solution," his mate said smoothly, pulling his attention away from his second mate and making a shiver ran down his spine at the deep, drawling voice.
Standing up, he shuffled over to Lucius’ desk, ignoring yet another snort from Draco and the eyes he could clearly feel on his back from the young blonde. At the pointed look from Lucius he started to explain; by now every other eye was on him:
"I don't know which one of them is my animal!" he blurted out, suddenly feeling very shy and nervous, knowing that his second dominant was scrutinizing him and wanting to make a good impression despite everything. Really, he could kick himself in his butt!
The blinking of Lucius' eyes told him that his mate clearly didn't know what he meant and so he elaborated: "I did everything like you told us to in the journal, I swear it, Professor! But there are animals everywhere!" Harry needed so desperately for Lucius understand that he had done his best and that he followed his instructions, that he had practiced every evening and that it was not the aristocrat's fault that he just could not get the hang of it and somehow, he needed Draco to understand it as well. Oh, how he hated this feeling!
Something flickered in Lucius' eyes and then they suddenly drew wide in something that looked like realization.
"Please follow me to the Headmaster's office," Lucius commanded and rose to his feet. The Slytherins snickered in amusement, Draco being the loudest because he surely would get punished for whatever stupid thing Harry had done wrong and the Gryffindors looked worriedly after him, as he left with the known Death Eater.
As soon as the classroom door closed behind him, Harry asked: "What is wrong, Lucius?"
"I should have known after I found the destroyed drawer of my work table," His mate said in way of answering, but without clearing any of Harry's questions.
"I used a detection spell to find out how you had succeeded to destroying it so thoroughly and found out that you had used an Alohomora."
"I did, that was the first spell that came to mind. I know it is not a very advanced or powerful spell, but it worked," Harry defended his action, not really sure if he should be defending breaking into his mate’s top drawer in the first place.
"That is exactly the point: Alohomora is a basic unlocking spell you learned in your second year and not very powerful, it should not have been able to open my desk drawer," Lucius explained.
"And why did it succeed then?"
"Because you put so much power behind it, it even left a trace of lingering magic; an occurrence that only arises if someone nearly drains himself with a spell or is immensely powerful. But at a minimum I should have suspected something after we found out that my son is your second dominant, or your father should have."
Harry's eyes widened as he remembered Albus’ words from the evening before:
It is quite rare to find a soulbond which consists of three people. It normally only occurs, when the dominant male is so strong that he needs two submissives to sustain his magic.
And then Draco had asked:
Are you implying, that Potter might be magically strong enough to need a second dominant?
"So I am powerful and that is why I have so many problems with my animagus form?" he asked, frowning.
"You are not only powerful and you have no problem with your animagus form, you are a multimagus like Draco and myself. They only occur if someone's magical strength is more than average, but we should delay this conversation until we have reached Dumbledore’s office. He is your mentor and as much as I hate to admit it, he is probably more powerful than myself, thus a multimagus as well and has a great amount of knowledge," his mate told him and gave the Gargoyle in front of the Headmaster's office the password.
Albus’ warm voice, like always, invited them inside before either of them could even knock.
"Ah, my dear boy, what can I do for you on this fine day?" Albus smiled and waved them closer.
"Headmaster, I think it is necessary that we check Harry’s power level. The boy is a multimagus," Lucius said and Albus' eyes widened as his mate’s had before.
"Of course, his magic is already maturing due to his transformation," Albus mused. "I had assumed he would still need some more time to reach this level of maturity."
"What is a multimagus?" Harry finally asked. Lucius had told him that he would get his answers as soon as they were in Albus’ office, but instead of one man talking in riddles, he was currently listening to two.
Luckily Dumbledore finally explained: "A multimagus is a wizard who is technically an animagus, only that he can take on the form of every animal he wishes and always has at least one magical creature he can transform into."
Harry blinked in confusion, that sounded awesome, but he didn't understand what this had to do with his Magical Power level. The power level described the magical strength of a wizard or witch, that whole multimagus thing sounded as if it had nothing to do with it.
"But that is not all there is to it," his mate explained further. "The normal strength of a wizard is about 80-110%, strong wizards have 111 to 179% and wizards with 180% of magic or even more, are always multimagus and considered not only strong anymore."
"That means," Harry concluded in awe, "...that I have at least... that my Magical Power is at least ...180%?"
"Yes, my boy," Albus smiled at him.
"How high exactly?" he inquired, but Albus only shrugged his shoulders and Lucius also didn't give him an answer.
"There is a simple spell we can do to find out how high your magical level will be when it has completely matured," Albus said and went over to an old looking book shelf.
"How high is your power level?" Harry asked curiously and looked from Albus to Lucius, remembering that his mate had told him that he, his son and probably Albus as well were multimagi.
" Draco and I have a magical strength of 253%," Lucius answered.
"287%;" Albus told him.
Harry gaped at the two wizards; he had known even before today that his mates and Albus were strong, but that was incredibly strong! He would never be able to come even remotely close; he assumed that he most likely only had the required 180% a wizard needed to be a multimagus.
Albus flipped through the pages of the book until he stopped at one page and quickly read over the spell: "The last person I used this spell on was your mate... your older one," the headmaster smiled and then lifted his wand: "Pars magicae!"
Harry felt a tingle go through his body, but he could not see anything. Looking at his mate in confusion, he noticed that Lucius’ silver orbs were fixed on a point above his head.
"So, what does it say?" He huffed in irritation when, after a moment the two men were still staring in silence. Maybe Lucius was wrong for the first time in his life and he wasn't a multimagus after all and even weaker than anybody would ever have guessed. His throat became dry at the thought and he shuffled nervously.
But then Albus said: "321%," his voice sounding amazed.
"321%?" Harry exclaimed, not believing that he had heard correctly.
Lucius smirked lopsidedly at him: "Yes. No wonder you destroyed my drawer, such a high increase of magic in such a short amount of time makes it nearly impossible to control without difficulties."
"But...that can't be possible...I am not that strong!" he protested weakly, knowing that the sentence ‘that can't be possible’ had never stopped anything.
Albus only chuckled: "We can count ourselves lucky that your magical increase was noticed before your first practical lesson, or you could have blown up the classroom."
Harry flushed, admitting: "I already nearly destroyed Professor McGonagall's classroom with a giant chicken today."
His mate snorted and he elaborated: "We were practicing the transformation of mice into chickens and my chicken suddenly grew as big as a horse."
"The best practice for you will be to concentrate on sending as little magic as possible through your spell. Only cast spells when you are completely calm in the next few days, the meditation technique you learned to find your animagus form will help you. It might sound good to be able to produce such strong spells, especially in defence, but without control the danger of unintentionally draining yourself is high even for you and even with being immortal it would be a rather unpleasant experience, " his mentor advised him softly.
"Okay...I will try my best," he answered.
"We will return to our class then," Lucius said and laid a hand on his shoulder.
"You do that, my boys. And we will see each other tomorrow after breakfast," Albus winked at him.
They left the office again, with Harry deep in thought. He still couldn't believe that he was more powerful than his dominant mates and even Albus Dumbledore, and was quiet during their journey back to the DADA classroom. Lucius left him to his musing, a reassuring presence at his side, but after all he had come to know about himself in the past few weeks, this was really not a big issue.
The first thing he noticed upon entering the classroom again was that Draco had apparently taken on the job of supervisor. His second mate was strolling arrogantly between their classmates, ignoring Ron, who was silently glaring daggers at him, whilst Hermione next to the redhead tried her best to not say anything and disturb the silence with her reprimands.
"Thank you, Draco," Lucius said and motioned for his son to sit back down again.
Draco smirked his most arrogant smirk and replied: "No problem, father. Were you able to clear up all problems Potter had with his transformation?"
Harry threw his younger mate a warning glare and then one at Lucius for good measure; he would not put up with both insulting him, even if Lucius was only doing it for appearance in front of the Death Eaters children.
But Lucius only said: "Yes, Draco. Everything is fine now."
Casting a tempus, he saw that the lesson would thankfully be over in ten minutes and sat back down between his friends. Hermione opened her eyes and asked: "Could Professor Dumbledore help you with your problem?"
Nodding, Harry told her: "It is not a real problem, I am a..." but he was cut off by Lucius stern voice.
"No conversations during class. 10 points from Gryffindor."
Growling in annoyance, Harry crossed his arms stubbornly and glared at his older mate, who was pretending to not notice anything. It probably was better that way, or Harry would lose some more points, but somehow that bugged him even more.
Luckily, only five minutes later Lucius announced: "Those of you who have already discovered your form will write an essay about the animal. It should include its character traits, its abilities, and its habitat. I expect it to be at least 4 foot long." He turned to Harry then and added: "And you Mr. Potter will write an essay about multimagi, the same length and pay special attention to your core animals."
Gasps went through the class again and Harry watched in delight as the smug smirk vanished from Draco's face as the blonde boy went over to his father and asked him silently, but still loudly enough for Harry to hear: "Scarhead a multimagus? How high is his Magical Power?"
His older mate only smirked and said: "You will have to ask him yourself."
Ron burst out into loud laughter next to Harry and earned himself a filthy glare, but it didn't impress the redhead much. Ron was the only other boy who easily matched Draco's height, with the difference that Draco, like his father, only looked tall and damn sexy if Harry was honest and Ron somehow looked lanky. Ron was not so well proportioned as Harry’s two blondes.
"Let's get out of here before Malfoy actually has the chance to ask you," Hermione scoffed and went ahead.
"How was the prat as the supervisor?" Harry asked as he followed her.
Hermione only sighed: "Luckily silent due to our task, otherwise I might have broken his nose again after his shit at Herbology."
Harry exchanged a look with Ron, Hermione was not one to swear, but then again, she was not one to punch someone straight in the face either and she had done that as well in their third year.
"You have your last double period free as well, Harry?" his female friend asked.
"Yes, I have," Harry answered and hoisted his bag a bit higher on his shoulder.
"You know, man," Ron complained, "that is so unfair."
"No it isn't, we’ve had this conversation before. Tomorrow when you see Harry after his first training lesson, you will probably be glad that you only have to sit in History of Magic and Divination," Hermione reminded him and then turned back to Harry, asking him: "Do you want to do something now?"
Harry nodded instantly. He could do with some company to distract him from thoughts about where his older mate and father would soon be heading, and maybe he could even talk a bit about what was on his mind if he was careful.
"Shall we go to your quarters then?" she inquired.
"Sounds good," Harry smiled and waved at Ron who frowned and said: "I will join you in two hours and if I don't show up, come and look for me in the History classroom, because then I have fallen asleep there and no one woke me up."
Harry snickered and promised: "I will do that!"
He and Hermione departed from Ron and headed straight in the direction of Gryffindor tower. Harry honestly hoped that his new mate had not liked Slytherin’s rooms enough to come back anytime soon. The door opened without hesitation for them and once in his long hallway, Harry’s eyes instantly fell on the door to his gigantic bath:
"Want to take a relaxing bath? I really need something like that right now."
"Sure," Hermione agreed and placed her school bag on the ground to pick it up again later.
The air in the bathroom was foggy from the hot steam of the whirlpool and even though Harry could not really feel its heat, the atmosphere alone was soothing.
Hermione transformed their clothes once again but stopped with a little shriek as she was about to climb into the pool.
Following her curiously, Harry saw a long, black shadow moving beneath the surface.
"Harry, what is that?" his friend asked, just when the shadow emerged and Harry had to laugh:
"Hello Nagini, enjoying the water?"
"Hello little master," the reptile hissed back and laid her heavy head on the tiles, apparently not planning on leaving the water anytime soon. "I came here this morning after your new mate threw a tantrum I luckily did not completely understand," she explained.
"You have been in here since this morning?" he asked baffled.
"Yes, I had to restrain myself from following and poisoning him. I know he is like you, but I at least would have tried," Nagini muttered darkly. "I don't like his attitude; he is not a good mate," she added.
"Maybe," Harry mused "The shock of seeing you with me is what he needs."
"Then I will make sure to search you out one of these days," his familiar promised.
"Will you let Hermione and me in?" Harry finally asked. His snake curled her body together and nodded.
He slipped into the water and after an odd look, Hermione did the same.
"She wants to relax as well," he said as way of explanation.
"Well I guess we all need some relaxing today," his friend mused and slid into the water until only her face stuck out, sighing deeply. "So, tell me Harry, what is bothering you? Even with Draco suddenly back, you seem more on edge than I would have guessed. He never riled you up like this. Sure, his return is sudden, but he is the same stupid prat as ever."
Harry sighed to himself. He should have foreseen that Hermione had noticed something, she was always quite observant. He thought about how to tell her what he wanted to tell her in a way that would not give too much away:
"Draco's return was not the only thing that happened last night."
Hermione frowned at his words: "What else happened? Something with...Vo...Voldemort?"
Harry smiled at her brave use of the evil wizard's name. "I found out that I have a second dominant."
Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief and her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. Harry snickered, musing that she probably just realized what a second dominant implied. After a moment of stunned silence, where she visibly tried to catch her breath she asked: "But isn't that good? I mean, that means that your bond would have been incomplete otherwise which usually drives creatures to insanity?
"It is if you see it like that and I can't say that I am only unhappy, but he is... he is an arrogant prat like Malfoy." Harry didn't have to say whom he meant with Malfoy, Hermione knew that he had formed a friendship with the older one. "He doesn't accept our bond and is a right arse, at least the last time I saw him."
"Oh, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed in sympathy and swam over to hug him. "I am so sorry!" she said honestly.
"I am too," Harry sighed and let his head fall on his friend's shoulder, sagging against her in utter mentally exhaustion. "My other mate knows him as well, quite well even and now he is torn. My bond is a complete mess right now and to top it off, my father and Lucius are now on their way to Tom; they need to explain Draco's return and I am worried about them."
Hermione hugged him tighter: "I am sure everything will turn out fine," she said to him, but her voice sounded weak.
"Well, my second mate has to come around eventually. Our kind is different from other creatures; I am kind of my dominants power source, so he will have to come to me sooner or later."
His friend frowned at the new piece of information, probably still trying to figure out what creature he was, but Harry wasn't worried knowing that she would search for a normal creature inheritance and not an infection induced one.
"But is your first bond coming along well at least?" Hermione asked worriedly.
Harry smiled softly and nodded: "It is and I hope that the new situation will not influence it too much...or at least not for too long."
"What is it like to have two mates? I could not imagine having two boyfriends..." Hermione looked a mixture of horrified and very curious, her intelligence preventing her from having any prejudices.
Harry was silent for a moment and stroked Nagini under the water. "I really can't say right now. My instincts are telling me that it is good that I have found him; you know that the souls of soulmates grow so close together over time that their souls are considered one?" He asked Hermione.
"I do... to be honest, you never told us openly that you have not only have found a mate, but a soul mate, but I figured as much," his friend said and drew her legs up in front of her chest. "So, you would be really happy if it weren't for your second dominants stupidity?"
"Yeah," Harry agreed. "All my instincts are quietly humming with joy, but the rest of me is just annoyed right now."
"You know, Harry," Hermione snickered. "Sometimes boys need time or a good smack to the head."
Harry shook his head in amusement: "I don't know if that will help, he is quite stubborn; I’m pretty sure he doesn't even find me attractive." At the last words, his face fell a bit. His friend pat his shoulder reassuringly: "He does, I am sure of it, everybody can see how beautiful you have become; he only doesn't want to admit it yet." Then she burst into giggles as well and said: "I am so happy that I finally have someone for some girl talk."
Harry didn't know if he should be offended or not, but he guessed she was right; with Ron, they certainly could not hold such conversations, the redhead would be horrified.
"You must just try and show him the beautiful sides of you," Hermione said with a suggestive wink, making Harry blush at the mere thought of seducing Draco Malfoy. He was sure his friend would never have suggested something like that if she knew whom they were talking about.
"Say, Harry, if I someday want to seduce a boy, would you give me some tips? I am sure you have already gained some experience."
Harry was surprised by the question, but nodded regardless, fighting the blush Hermione couldn't see anyway. "Never let Ron hear you talk like that," he advised her with a flustered grin.
"Of course not, boys like innocent girls or submissives I guess, even though we are often anything but, we are only good actresses and actors," his friend smiled kind of wickedly. "If you think about it, it is rather sick," the girl continued with her lecture voice and Harry swam over to a particularly great fountain in the middle of the pool to let the water massage his back.
"If we take you as an example, you told me that your dominant finds you very attractive, but you still look almost like a child; in fact, you are a child, but as a submissive, you will probably not mature much more than that and I once read in a book that some submissives with soulmates retain their virginal scent, even after their mating, to attract their mates even more and together with their mating marks, as far as I can remember, it also functions as an warning for other dominants who might be interested in them."
Harry, of course, knew all that, but he didn't say anything and only made a surprised face and waited for Hermione to continue, which she did:
"It is really quite sick, it’s almost as if these dominants were actually fucking children, or at least want to believe that."
Harry flushed again and cleared his throat, feeling fairly uncomfortable with the topic. He knew that Lucius at least thought something along those lines and even liked it, even though he had never taken someone as young as Harry before their mating and never would have, not only out of propriety, but because the aristocrat honestly thought it wrong to bed children, which it was, but the sudden appearance of their bond had taken matters out of the dominant’s hands. Even as humans they would have discovered their connection sooner or later, but as creatures, they had not been able to stop their urge to mate.
"But this thing with the smell, isn't that something only vampires experience?" he asked after a moment, trying to sound unsuspicious whilst fulfilling Hermione's wish to continue their conversation.
"Now that you mention it, I believe it really was in a book about vampires that I read it in," his brainy friend mused.
"Well," Harry said, looking everywhere but at Hermione "Vampires are dark creatures, they are not like Veela’s."
"They aren't," Hermione agreed.
Harry duck under the water then to end that particular conversation; it hit much too close to home to be comfortable. The water was clear, he could see Nagini’s long body floating between the rising bubbles and wondered how long he could stay underwater as a vampire. Probably forever. This ability would have been handy last year during the second task of the Tri-wizard Tournament, he mused and came up again.
Suddenly the door to the bathroom swung open and the loud voice of his godfather shouted: "Harry, are you in here?"
"Yes, Padfoot, we are in here," Harry cringed and covered his ringing ears. Hermione gave him a sympathetic look.
"Oh, a whirlpool!" Sirius exclaimed and came closer, before shouting again: "I have found him!" and transforming his robes into swimming trunks, before jumping between Harry and Hermione into the hot water, splashing water everywhere.
"Padfoot!" Harry exclaimed and ducked when the animagus shook his head in a very dog-like fashion.
The shadows of three other people appeared in the misty room and to his horror, he heard Fred's voice saying: "Look, George, a whirlpool!" and then the incantation of yet another transformation spell and a second later two identical redheads joined them.
"Then I guess I will join you as well," Remus’ soft voice echoed in the room and Harry had to scoot aside quickly when the werewolf jumped into the pool as well. It was getting crowded rather quickly, he mused and a silent, but very evil and very eager voice wished that Draco would come in and see him sitting half naked in the pool with one girl and four other males. Maybe that would get a useful reaction out of his second dominant; at least it was worth a try in Harry's opinion.
"Ah, I always had the feeling that we already know Harry’s mate," Sirius teased and swung an arm around Hermione's shoulders, who grew bright red at the man's carefree touch and quickly ducked away from his embrace. Wanting to save his friend from the embarrassment, Harry quickly asked: "So, what brings all of you here?"
"We finished the map," Remus explained and George added: "And Gred and I have found a solution to our Portkey problem."
"That's great!" Hermione smiled.
"It is," Fred agreed proudly. "We came by to give you a demonstration."
Harry narrowed his eyes at the twins: "You would not send me dripping and clad only in a pair of swimming trunks up to Albus’ office, would you?"
The twins looked sheepish as they replied: "At least you would be wearing more than Dumbledore when he showed up in your bedroom."
"Showed up in your bedroom?" Sirius asked with a grin, but Harry ignored him: "He didn't show up, you two kidnapped him from under his shower!"
Remus spluttered at his words and even his godfather grew red now.
Hermione saved them from their disturbing fantasies and told them: "He wore a towel."
"Ah, thank Merlin!" Remus exclaimed, still sounding very tortured.
"So Harry," Sirius said after a minute of silence. "We ran into a blonde prat on our way up here, don't know what he was doing near Gryffindor tower, but I definitely know he was supposed to be dead."
Harry made a face, what was Draco doing near his quarters? He had quite enough of the ferret for one day or even a week. Hermione seemed to think along the same lines and luckily saved Harry from telling the whole story again, doing that herself, not leaving out any of the blonde's foul words or annoying behaviour during their school day and describing it quite vividly, something that was rather rare for her.
Fred and George, who hadn't heard the story yet either listen attentively and in the end, they all wore the same face of annoyance. And Sirius asked: "Why do the wrong people always survive somehow?"
"Padfoot!" Remus scolded him but then stopped himself and shook his head.
"Don't worry, Harry," Fred started and leaned over to pat his shoulder.
"We will prank the living daylights out of him if he doesn't stop annoying you," George ended their promise.
"Thanks, guys," Harry grinned and even the always rule-abiding Hermione smiled approvingly.
They lounged in the steaming water for the next two hours, somewhere in between Ron arrived and joined them as well. Now with five large men in the pool, it was rather cosy.
"I think we should get out so that you guys can show me what you came up with," Harry finally said and started to get up, but his godfather waved him off: "It's much too nice in here and I can just summon everything."
"But should we not be more careful with the map?" Hermione asked sceptically.
"The thing has more protection spells on it than Hogwarts, it is nearly indestructible," Sirius explained and waved his wand: "Accio Harry's map and Fred and George candy bag."
Harry watched as a folded map, which looked much thicker than the marauder's map and a small plastic bag flew over to them and Remus caught them mid-air.
"With which one shall we start?" his godfather asked with a look at the twins, but before they could answer a high pitched and clearly annoyed sound came from the hallway.
All their heads turned to the door as a voice followed the high sound, muttering: "Oh for Merlin's fucking sake, piss off you bloody thing!"
Harry winced as he recognized the voice of his second mate, now calling: "Potter, where the bloody hell are you?"
His eyes widened and he quickly pressed a finger to his lips, suddenly not thinking that it would be so funny if Draco found him with all the other men in his pool, but in that moment the door to his bathroom flew open for the third time that day and it was too late. He heard Draco draw in a sharp breath the boy did not need anymore, but Harry knew that it took some time to get used to the new body of a vampire.
"Potter, what the bloody hell are you doing there?" Draco snapped, sounding rather possessive and as the boy stepped into sight, Harry could see his eyes blazing with barely restrained anger. Justitius was fluttering and chirping around him, glaring angrily at Harry's new mate, obviously as fond of the Slytherin prat as Nagini, who choose that moment to rise from the water.
"Shall I eat your impudent mate?" The snake hissed, her tongue flickering out threateningly.
"No, it is not worth the stomach pain he will cause you," Harry replied dryly.
Draco stumbled backwards in shock and Sirius, Remus, Fred, George, Ron and even Hermione burst into laughter; that seemed all that was needed for Draco to compose himself again and step angrily to the edge of the pool, Justitius having fluttered off to land on a stone bench to watch them from a safe distance:
"Potter, where is father?"
"Hasn't he told you?" Harry asked and wondered if he should tell the boy anything if Lucius hadn't. Maybe his older mate had kept silent on purpose and Harry didn't want to make a mistake, but as luck had it a second voice reached his ears from the hallway, calling for him as well and a second later Lucius and his father appeared in the bathroom as well.
With relief, Harry noticed that both men looked very well, sure, he knew that as vampires they would most likely get through anything even Voldemort could throw them, but he was still worried about them every time they had to go to the snake man.
"Father!" Draco exclaimed in a tone that suggested that the older Malfoy should do something about their submissive’s improper behaviour. Lucius merely raised an eyebrow at the gathered group in the pool, knowing that Harry considered them all as family and even his father sported a rather openly amused smirk.
"Hi Lucy," Sirius grinned with a gleam in his eyes, Harry could only call Maraudish. "You arrived just in time to view the new map. Would you two like to join us?" Before either blonds could reply, or Harry stop him, his godfather had pulled his wand from behind his ears and pointed it at the two Malfoy’s. Two thick robes sprang from the tip and wound themselves tightly around the vampires and with only another tug at his wand, Sirius pulled them head-first into the water.
Draco screeched rather like a girl and Lucius spluttered in a undignified manner as he resurfaced, his long, silver-blond hair sticking to his face where Harry could see an angry flush growing. Draco actually growled as he shoved his bangs from his eyes, but Remus only smirked, the same look as Sirius in his eyes and said: "Don't worry, I will take care of your expensive clothes, they are surely tailor made and will not survive this hot water," and with a second flick of a wand Lucius and Draco wore nothing more than Gryffindor red swimming trunks with golden lions.
Harry tried to suppress his laughter, but at the look his normally stern father gave his best friend and godson, he burst into laughter again. But the fun was not at an end yet, apparently, Sirius and Remus were particularly annoyed with the two blonds because Remus unfolded the huge map with a lot of fuss and Sirius pointed his wand to the parchment and said rather loudly with a wide grin: "Lux Vincet Semper!"
Harry nearly choked on his laughter at the mockery of the proud noblemen's family slogan.
"Can someone tell me what is so funny?" Ron complained and Harry tried to get out an explanation between giggles: "The Malfoy family slogan is ‘Sanctimonia Vincet Semper’, it means: ‘Purity Always Conquers’, what Padfoot said was: ‘Light Always Conquers’."
Ron joined their laughter and it took several minutes, even with the angry glares the Malfoy’s threw them for everybody to calm down. Harry felt a bit guilty towards Lucius, but only as long as he didn't look over to his second mate, then the feeling was replaced with smugness.
Finally, he had collected himself enough to be able to look at the new map, it really was amazing:
In the middle were the outlines of Grimmauld Place, in the right corner was Hogwarts and drawn beneath it Potter Manor, Malfoy Manor and Privet Drive on the left side.
"That is incredible!" Harry gasped and followed the moving dots of his ghostly family moving in their former home. Their names were written in gray, as were the names of the Hogwarts ghosts.
"What is that Potter, and why is Malfoy Manor on it?" Draco sneered.
"Your home is on the map so that Harry can make sure that your foul father is actually loyal to him," Sirius smirked, ducking as Draco tried to grab the map.
"So, does this map have some special features?" Fred and George asked eagerly, shoving Draco to the side so that they could examine the map further.
"It actually has," Remus said and they all scooted closer, even Severus stepped closer to the edge of the pool.
"If you tap on one of the buildings," the werewolf continued and did as told, "it will enlarge."
Harry watched in awe as Hogwarts spread over the entire map.
"And when you tap to the free space next to it, it will return to its original size," Sirius added and shrunk the castle again.
"Anything else?" Harry asked, thinking that it was already very brilliant, but Remus nodded: "We have added a location spell. When you tap the map and say a name then the person will glow red on the parchment."
"That really is amazing magic," commented Hermione and leaned forwards. After another minute Sirius tapped the map again, saying: "Lux Vincebat,*" and the map grew blank again.
Trying to use the commotion, Harry let his gaze carefully flicker over to Draco, trying to get a glimpse of his second mate, but when a glare instantly stopped him, he instead focused back on the others and asked the twins:
"And with what kind of solution did you guys come up with for our Portkey problem?"
In the next moment, he realized that his question had been a huge mistake as Fred grinned and threw a hand full of something into the air. Harry caught it automatically, the thing broke in his hand and in the next moment he fell dripping wet and still only in his swimming trunks on the floor in Albus’ office, Hermione, Ron, Sirius, Remus, his mates and the twins landing in a pile on top him a second later; obviously all of them had caught one of whatever Ron’s brothers had come up with.
"Oh dear!" The voice of Harry's Head of House exclaimed from somewhere to his right and he groaned in humiliation, while the twins snickered and Draco swore silently.
It took them a moment to get back on their feet and by then a huge puddle stained Albus’ ancient looking carpet and Severus, the only one who had not been tricked by the twin brothers, had joined them, having arrived the normal way.
"Bloody hell," Ron muttered and tried to crawl out from under his brothers.
Sirius gave Fred and George the thumbs up, the sights of both Malfoy’s, dripping wet, looking utterly dishevelled and in Gryffindor swimming trunks really was hilarious Harry thought, whilst McGonagall handed the embarrassed Hermione her long scarf, which she pulled around herself like a bath towel.
Glancing carefully over to his younger mate, Harry became fairly certain that Lucius would kill him if his son didn't do it first and he shuffled worriedly closer to his father, who draped his outer cloak over his shoulder, apparently feeling the need to cover his nearly naked submissive son in front of everybody.
Draco then turned his glare on the Potion Master and hissed: "I am your godson, you should give me your cloak, or father, but not Potter!"
Severus merely lifted an eyebrow and gave Albus a pointed look, who took the hint and cleared his throat at long last:
"What a nice surprise, I see we are all even now," the old wizard chuckled, clearly as amused as Sirius and the twins and then cleared his throat again, asking: "what brings you into my office?"
"I believe that the Weasley Twins had just demonstrated their solution for our Portkey problem," Severus drawled and motioned to Ron's brothers.
"Ah, wonderful," Albus hummed and focused his twinkling eyes on said brothers.
Harry meanwhile had opened his palm and discovered something that looked like the remains of a bonbon with something like sherbet inside.
Albus conjured eight chairs and they all sat down before Fred started explaining with the help of his brother: "The biggest problem was to find something that could be quickly produced in large amounts and would be unsuspicious, something, everybody could have in their pocket."
George nodded and pulled a wrapped bonbon from his pocket: "We put the transportation spell on the sherbet inside the candy. They break easily when someone grips them too hard or bites down on them. The ones we used to demonstrate were linked to the carpet in your office, Professor, but we also have enough that will take people to Potter Manor."
Harry saw his father and older mate actually look very impressed, so did McGonagall, Albus only twinkled brighter and said: "Excellent, then we can send invitations to all the families on our list. I would advise to invite them to Hogwarts; would Sunday be fine for you, Harry?"
Harry blinked once, having not expected to get addressed so directly, but then nodded: "Sunday is fine with me." He saw Draco looking confused, obviously Lucius had taken his father's threat seriously and told his son nothing about what had been going on in the past few weeks. He looked up when Albus spoke again:
"Good, I will prepare the letters and send them to you, so that you can sign them as well. Do you think your familiar would already be able to deliver them? It would be most impressive to send them with a foundling," the headmaster mused.
"I think he is ready, he already delivered some letters and Hedwig can accompany him," Harry answered.
"Very well," Albus hummed happily. "Then I will see you tomorrow."
Harry rose with the others at the dismissal and they all left the office again. In front of the gargoyle the small group stopped, nobody, knowing where to go now. It was rather late already and the day had been long and eventful. Harry was the first one to make a decision:
"Can I sleep at your place again?" he asked his father, who nodded without so much as glancing at Harry's still silently seething mates. Harry had figured that the aristocrats would need another evening to themselves and that he should get as far away from them at least for the evening after what his friends and family had put them through. He had found everything rather amusing, but he also knew that the proud men didn't share his opinion, so it was safer to just join his father for the night again.
They split up: Ron, Hermione, Fred and George returning to Gryffindor Tower, Sirius and Remus went back to Harry’s quarters to floo back to Grimmauld Place from there, Lucius and Draco went to the older man's private office, Harry giving the older one a weak and very apologetic smile, before following his father down to the dungeons, only wishing to crawl under his mother's blanket with the man.
* Lux vincebat = Light won
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