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Heir to the Throne	By : Kaya_Winn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12341 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Heir to the Throne

CH 26

Terrance Pendragon

Harry whined when he woke up, a massive migraine settling in his temples as if mocking him about how much he had drank last night. Really, he should have known better than to take on an 'undead' creature in a drinking contest. Harry blamed Blaise for this. It wasn't really Blaise's fault but Harry was still going to blame him, and he must have known because when Harry got up he was gone, and so was Gabriel along with a sizable amount of Galleons from Harry's coin bag. Well, Harry had made the mistake of betting with the centuries old vampire, he was bound to lose... of course Harry had been drunk by that point so that was Blaise's fault too.

“Good MORNING Harry!” Bill practically yelled as he burst into Harry's room with a chipper laugh. “And how are WE Feeling this mor-OW!” Bill was silenced by a stinging hex that Harry had thrown at him, Bill pouting as he rubbed his shoulder where it had struck. “That was not nice Harry.” he complained, Harry groaning as he slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes as he yawned.

“You deserved it and you know it.” he complained shaking his head as he slowly stood up, Bill laughing again, which only sent more punishing pains through the poor brat's skull. “This is all Blaise's fault.” he complained. “I am going to fire-call him and yell at him...”

“Harry... he tried to warn you several times.” Bill pointed out. “In fact he outright tried to stop you a few times.”

Harry scowled at Bill. “would you rather me blame YOU?”

“.... Alright it's Blaise's fault.” Bill agreed, looking close to laughing as Harry stole a pain potion out of the cupboard and smirked as he downed it, stealing a small sip out of his self dubbed 'happy' potion. He wasn't feeling depressed yet but there was no telling what would happen later. He didn't mind taking it in front of Bill, Bill understood and was even helpful when Harry started to feel depressed. Which was why Draco had called Bill, and not Charlie or even taking him to the Malfoy Manor. Harry just didn't feel comfortable taking it in front of other people like Draco, or Blaise, or Devlin. They would only worry incessantly.

So Harry was going to take a small helping then, so he wouldn't have to worry about later in the day. He sighed a little and rubbed the bridge of his nose to help ease the last of his hangover pain away. “I'm going to go buy Terrance some new clothes and maybe a present.” he informed Bill. “I may or may not be back tonight, so if Dumbledore comes to check up on me I'm with Mott.” he stated winking at Bill who chuckled a little.

“It must annoy that old bastard to no end that he can't figure out where Mott lives.” he paused. “Won't that make Dumbledore suspicious?”

“No, 'Mott' often travels all over the world, so mostly he lives in inns and hotels depending on if he's in the muggle or the wizarding world. He's seen people following him and they always tell Dumbledore that he was seen in Africa, and China, and Greece.” he snickered a little and shook his head. “I think Tom is enjoying his retirement a little too much.” he admitted stretching a little. “Of course he certainly deserves to have a little fun now that he doesn't have to fight Dumbledore anymore. And the Death Eaters think he's looking for Allies so their still doing as he tells them to.” he snickered a little and shook his head. “They're going to be so horrified when they realize it's actually me telling them what to do.”

Bill laughed as Harry pulled on a pair of clothes, pondering a little to himself if he wanted to go as Harry Potter, Lord Fox, or someone else entirely. He chewed on his lip a little and then shook his head a little. It was safer to go as someone completely unnoticeable...for now. He weaved a Glamor around himself and smiled as he looked himself over, he now had red hair, and blue eyes and skin as pale as Draco's. He was ready to go and finally see Terrance face to face. He could only hope that the kid was as excited as he was.

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Terrance Pendragon was an unusual child, even for a wizard. That was probably why he had not gotten along with the other children at the orphanage, and being small didn't help either. He was almost a head shorter than the other eight year old's in his neighborhood. Even at home with his mother, his father and his older sister he had been unusually small and very strange. Then again, all of the Pendragon's where very strange people, at least that's what the neighbors claimed, so Terrance had fit in well with them.

He was really very handsome for an eight year old, his skin a dusty brown color from playing, or working in the sun for too long, with dark brown hair that curled pleasantly around his face, framing the almost feminine face. His eyes where a bright amber, that knew far too much for his age, and sparkled with mischief and joy, or they had before his family had died.

An epidemic of Dragon Pox had swept through his little village, killing half of the entire population, who were so cut off from everyone else no one realized half of them where dead until the traders came and realized what had happened. Dragon Pox was normally an easily managed disease with the proper medication and strong stores of magic, but this strain had been immune to the normal medication. Only those with strong magic had survived, Terrance had been lucky, he'd been near death himself before the Traders had come and taken him to the hospital. At the age of eight, he'd had enough magic to stave off the magic eating Dragon Pox long enough to get help. It was a very good thing that Dumbledore didn't care what happened outside of the Ministry's reach or young Terrance would definitely have had a 'very unfortunate accident.'

So Terrance had gone straight from the hospital, weak and still scratching furiously, straight into the hands of a kindly, but rather batty old Matron, who could no more control the going on's of the orphanage that she ran than she could do a triple back flip without breaking a hip. Terrance, being sick and small had been an immediate option for the bullies to practice their punches on. Terrance spent two years with black eyes, split lips, and bruised appendages. Not that he minded too much, he got really very good at hiding.

Then the news had come, that he was in the process of being adopted, he'd been so excited to get out of the orphanage that he actually smiled. His poor Matron had been startled by the bright happy grin that he was afraid she'd faint. The process of adoption didn't take all that long at all, and before he could really wrap his head around things, he was sitting in the sitting area, with his very few items tucked into a bag, waiting for his new guardian. Terrance didn't have much for himself anymore, most of it had to be burned to be rid of the pox, he had only been able to save a few pictures and a couple of clothes.

He felt his excitement rise as he saw the flames turn green, and then he felt the horror fill him. His new guardian was a Forest Elf of all things! Terrance had terrible images of sleeping on the ground and eating bugs. No one knew much about Forest Elves, Terrance least of all, but he'd heard rumors and he did NOT want to go with this tall catlike person who was staring at him as if he was a piece of meat. Before he could protest though the forest elf snatched him up and took off with him, pushing him through the flames into the expectant hands of a small, small even for a house elf small, house elf who pronounced that she was Tiny, which Terrance could already tell, and that it was her NAME you silly, and proceeded to drag him around the house to show him around.

He relaxed once he realized that he wasn't going to b sleeping on the ground, and in fact was going to be living in a right proper house. A rather large one in fact, with three bedrooms and a guest room and a bathtub big enough that Terrance could even swim in it if he'd so chosen. He liked the kitchen the most, it had been two years since he'd been able to eat whenever and how much he liked, so he'd been a little dubious about asking for food. Little Tiny didn't even wait for him to gather up his nerve, she just ordered him to eat what and when he liked, that she and his new guardian Devlin did the same, and that if he needed she could make him something.

Terrance honestly couldn't believe how LUCKY he was, his glee at being out of the orphanage was cut short by the arrival of Devlin, who ordered him out of the ratty old clothes that were FAR too small for Terrance. For one, terrible moment Terrance feared the worst, he'd heard horror stories about being bought to be....used. But he was too terrified of the Forest Elf to refuse, and he stripped down, and then got into the bath as Devlin ordered in almost harsh tones. He received a shock however, when he came out of the bathroom, ready to fight tooth and nail to keep his virginity, only to have Devlin start comparing a shirt to his arm length, the Forest elf grimacing a little as he realized they where too big.

Terrance realized two things all at once, the first was that Devlin was certainly not going to cause any sort of harm to Terrance, and the other was that Devlin clearly had no idea what he was doing. It made Terrance wonder what a Forest Elf wanted with a human kid anyway, when he asked Devlin just stared at him again in that weird way, his head tilted before he smiled and informed Terrance that it was not he who wanted anything with Terrance, and that everything would be explained soon enough, but that for the time being he was to relax, and enjoy himself and to write down anything he needed. School things, learning things, play things, clothing and whatnot and Devlin would see that Tiny picked them up.

At First Terrance was hesitant to do so, but when he wrote 'undergarment's' on the sheet of paper next to his bed, he was astonished to find he had new undergarments on the foot of his bed when he woke up. He was less hesitant to ask for things after that, but he never went overboard, he asked for a book, and a ball to kick around in the yard aside from new clothes, he figured he didn't need much more than that.

He spent most of his mornings, looking for all natural items to make into a harp, he knew the magic would guide him, and he found several large chunks of wood that would be perfect, as well as some 'strings' that he would soak in the next full moon before he started carving the wood. He was so excited to finally start his magical training, with Devlin's help even. It should have been his father to teach him, but his father was gone. Terrance could feel him though, in the magic that he felt gathering around him to help him carve, though he had never handled a knife before in his life.

Then he met Harry Potter of all people, the other boy was talking to Devlin through the fire, asking if Terrance was settling in alright. Terrance was astonished that Harry Potter, of all people where taking an interest in HIM! And he jumped violently when Devlin invited him in to talk as well. Terrance had been very shy at first, not wanting to talk to such a prominent hero, but as Harry laughed and joked and made fun of Devlin, who responded in short scathing remarks Terrance began to realize that Harry Potter was no different than he was.

As the days passed Terrance began to admire Harry in a completely different way than just 'hero admiration.' he began to see Harry as an older brother, he'd always wanted an older brother. Harry was so smart, and brave and funny and just NICE that Terrance couldn't help but idolize the Boy-Who-Lived. And not just because he had survived the killing curse either. As the days went on, and Harry fire called every night, Terrance began to open up to Harry, overjoyed when he surprised Harry or told Harry something that he hadn't known. As much as Harry learned from him, he learned from Harry, about the troubles of the world, about how Voldemort wasn't the bad guy, about the prophecy of Merlin's Heir, about Harry's plans and how Harry was really Lord Fox.

Now, Terrance was not a stupid boy, he knew that Harry thought he was Merlin's Heir, but he also knew that he was, without a doubt...not. He was no Merlin's Heir and he could prove it too. He felt bad though, he wanted to tell Harry but he was afraid Harry wouldn't like him anymore if he wasn't really Merlin's Heir, it was a troubling affair that had him worrying himself nearly sick over it. Tiny was really getting very worried about the boy and made sure he ate gentle foods while his stomach was feeling upset. Terrance was only getting more and more worry stricken the sooner the day came where Harry would be visiting for real, with some presents no less. So, on the day Harry promised to arrive, he got dressed, and settled himself in an armchair nearest tot he fire to wait, and to confess.

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Harry smiled as he checked the many parcels he had gathered on his little shopping spree, examining them carefully as he considered if he had gotten too many presents for Terrance. He hoped not, Harry had always wanted a family. Terrance was as good as Harry's little brother, and Harry loved the long conversations that Terrance and he had. Not just about the war, but about how 'icky' girls where and about the finer points of quidditch, and Harry had even helped Terrance understand some of the subtler points of mental magic, which Harry was now very good at thanks to Tom. It felt good to be looked up to for reasons other than his fame, it felt good that Terrance thought of him as an older brother.

He grinned and nodded as he gathered up the parcels, still under the glamor and threw some Floo Powder into the fire, stepping through and toppling into the house he had bought, coughing violently because he always forgot to breath and THEN step into the fire, the many presents fall over the place as Terrance shrieked and squealed about how there was a stranger in the fire. Before Harry could even react Devlin was there with a sharp kick, hitting Harry hard across the ribs without even pausing to consider that it might have been a friend.

“OW! Merlin Almighty!” Harry cussed, gripping his ribs, banishing the glamor to Devlin, and Terrance's utter horror as they realized it really was Harry. Of course that didn't make Harry's ribs feel any better, he felt at least two of them where broken. “Christ Dev, I knew you had paternal instincts but that was just harsh!” Harry teased smiling as he tried to stand up, Terrance looking utterly horrified as Devlin actually started to stutter.

“I'm sorry harry! Terrance was yelling about a stranger I thought he was being attacked I HAD to do SOMETHING!” he complained yanking Harry to his feet and yanking his shirt up to examine the others ribs. “I wouldn't be so damn jumpy but last night someone came into the house and stole some things.” he explained “I never thought that it would be Tom just coming in and grabbing something for you.” Harry went red as he realized he'd forgotten to warn the inhabitants of the house that he had sent Tom to get some things out of the third bedroom, which Harry was using as a storage space for the things he didn't want anyone to find.

“God dev I'm sorry! I forgot to tell you that Tom was coming by!” he chirped, Terrance just sitting there and fidgeting as Devlin carefully healed Harry's broken ribs. “Terrance are you alright?” Harry finally asked his green eyes worried as he blinked at Terrance before smiling. “Oh come now you aren't blaming yourself for this? It was my own stupid fault for forgetting to take the glamor off first, and you should be pleased that Devlin acted so fast, it means he likes you.” Harry teased, Devlin scowling at Harry.

“I do NOT.” he complained. “He's FAR too calm for his age, never making any noise at all, always playing silly tricks on me. He nearly made me jump the other day popping up out of nowhere!” Terrance was smiling though, resisting the urge to giggle. “and he actually managed a complaint last night about dinner! It shocked me so much I nearly cried!” Harry laughed a little and shook his head.

“Admit it Dev, your completely smitten.” Harry teased as he let his shirt fall back into place, not even a bruise left as Devlin rolled his eyes and refused to comment, helping Harry gather up all the wrapped presents.

“I'm not the only one smitten.” Devlin teased as he realized all those presents where for Terrance, Harry snickering a little.

“Ah, but I'm not the one in denial.” Harry teased back grinning at Terrance, who had gone all shy again. “What? I get no hug little brother?” Harry complained with a pout, Terrance giggling as he flung himself into the air at Harry who rose up and caught him, giving him a tight hug and then a good old fashioned Noogie just to be playful. “There we go that's better.” Harry stated with a laugh, flopping into a chair with a groan. “mmm I wandered all over Diagon Alley to find just the right present for you.” he admitted grinning at Terrance. “but I couldn't so I bought you a lot of presents that where almost just right.” he teased winking at him making Devlin laugh. Terrance just winced and looked at his feet.

“Harry I... I need to tell you something.” Terrance admitted softly, licking his lips a little, nervous and uncertain. But he wouldn't be able to keep lying to Harry, not when Harry was expecting him to be Merlin's Heir.

“Terrance? What is it?” Harry asked frowning a little as he pulled Terrance down to sit on the couch next to him so that Harry could talk to him easier.

“I know you think that I'm Merlin's Heir...but. I'm not.” he explained softly, shaking his head. “I know you where hoping I was but... I'm not...” he admitted glancing at him and then back down at his toes. “I'm Arthur's Heir... you know, Merlin's friend King Arthur?”

“The Once King of England!?” Harry asked looking utterly shocked as Terrance nodded, looking very upset now.

“I know you wanted me to be Merlin's Heir but I..I'm not and I hope you won't stop li..liking me because of it because your the best friend I..I've ever h..had.” Terrance had dissolved into tears now, terrified that Harry wouldn't be his friend anymore now that Terrance wasn't useful to him anymore. Harry looked completely stricken as he watched Terrance start to sob and he quickly wiped the boys tears away.

“Terrance listen to me.” Harry ordered with a small smile. “I don't like you because your Merlin's Heir or Arthur's. I don't like you because your useful to me either. I like you because your funny, and smart, and playful and your just an all around wonderful kid. Your my little brother in every way but blood and name. I love you, you're family, and bloodline or not, nothing will change that.” he promised smiling as he pulled Terrance into a tight hug. “you could be the son of a squib and a turtle for all I give a shit.”

“Harry!” Devlin protested furiously. “Don't cuss in front of the kid!” he ordered scowling at them making Terrance chuckle and Harry laugh as Terrance sniffled and wiped his eyes. Beaming at Harry.

“You really mean it?”

“I really mean it.” Harry promised grinning at him. “now, since I clearly lack moral integrity maybe I should just take those presents back hmm?”

“No no! Harry no please!?” Terrance begged. “oh please! Can't I open them first before you take them away!?” his eyes where glittering with laughter and Harry burst into peals of amusement as he gave his little brother another noogie.

“You're impossible! Open your presents.” he ordered with another laugh as Terrance squealed in glee and started ripping open the packaging to reveal books, dozens of books on history, bloodlines, sciences, potions, mind magics, wand-less magics, transfiguration, magical creatures, and Harry even threw a dozen horror mysteries in there for the boy, who had admitted to liking frightening stories. Along with the books, Harry had given Terrance the small Hungarian horntail figurine he's gotten in his fourth year, and Terrance had gushed and awed over it and demanded Harry tell the story of how he battled it before he went on to the other presents.

Dozens of picture frames for the pictures of family that Terrance had managed to save, and extra's for ones he hadn't taken yet. Harry also got him a 'play broom' for practicing Flight maneuvers on. It was just as good as any normal broom, but it could only go so fast and so high before it just wouldn't go any faster or higher. Terrance's favorite however, was a long silver carving knife, lined with Ancient Wiccan lettering to help with the carving of his harp.

“I love you Harry.” Terrance chirped, hugging Harry tightly around the waist, Harry chuckling as he patted Terrance's back.

“I love you too bud. Now, why don't I help you load all of this stuff into your room?” hopefully making himself busy would eliminate the nagging worry in the back of his mind. He had a terrible feeling that something very bad was going to happen.
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