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A Different Kind of Hero	By : JunjouSlashGirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53263 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 26: A New Prophecy
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Voldemort sat in his throne-like chair in Riddle Manor fuming silently. He had already killed eight muggles and three captured witches in his fury, but that had not cooled him down in the slightest. Potter had once more succeeded in outmanoeuvring him and he didn't even know how. How had that annoying boy gotten all those people away? He had been so careful in his preparation and not told the date to anybody who was close to the old fool and the young hero.
Hero, Voldemort snorted without amusement. Once he had laughed at the given title for the boy, but right now even he had to admit that Harry Potter was growing into that role. It displeased him immensely because that could mean that the child would become even more of a problem to him than he had already was.
Why was he, heir of Salazar Slytherin, not able to kill a single child? Oh, how he despised the boy. Only three months ago, he would not have believed that he could hate the little Gryffindor even more than he already did, but he had been wrong. Aside from ruining his perfect plan, stealing his familiar and taking one of his most loyal followers away from him for a whole month, thus making kill the heir of said loyal follower in a fit of rage, who would have become a good servant as well, the boy was starting to appear more often in his thoughts.
Or maybe not in his thoughts, because he was not actively thinking about him, it was more as if the Gryffindor could enter his head and body. He could feel his anger, frustration, worry, sadness and to his personal horror: his love. It was worrisome, how many different kinds of love Harry Potter knew, but he himself could not differentiate between them.
He would have liked to understand Potter’s love better, only to know which people he had to kill to finally break the boy, but his general nature and his obsessive use of Dark Magic had made him unable to feel or understand this feeling; he could not even bear it.
Snorting, he thought that he had not been able to love even before he had found out that he was a wizard.
Thinking back on the little hero's feelings he had to admit, that even he could recognize that two feelings stood out and they were nearly identical, the only difference between these two was that one of them was mixed with sorrow and anger. Maybe the boy has entangled himself in a love-triangle? Voldemort snorted again. Holy Potter in a love feud, possibly having an affair? That sounded too good to be true, even for his ears.
Compared to those two feelings of love, the others seemed much tamer, but what could that mean? He was really not good with all this emotional crap, he had always considered feelings a burden, which would hinder him on the way to power and greatness, but if he really wanted to destroy that boy thoroughly, he should at least try to understand them now, at least on a mental level. Even that annoyed him.
So, what other kinds of love were there? Maybe people he considered family?
That thought made his blood boil even further. How could it be, that Harry Potter, who had been brought up in similar circumstances as he himself, was loved by so many people? Why had that boy been adopted, whilst no one had taken him out of the orphanage, despite being so talented and powerful? What did this boy have, that he hadn't?
He would kill Harry Potter, that was for sure, and it would be the most painful death he had ever granted somebody; but until he could get his hand on the protected child, he needed a way to get at least some control over Dumbledore’s Golden Boy. Coming to a decision, he called out: "Wormtail!"
Only a second later the pathetic man knocked timidly and entered.
"My Lord," Wormtail squeaked and came hurriedly over to him, where he fell to his knees and kissed the hem of his robes.
"Your arm, Wormtail," Voldemort hissed and watched as his servant scrambled to his feet, stretching his left arm out.
He took his bone-like wand from his robe pocket and pressed it to Wormtail's Dark Mark. He watched the mark grow an angry red as the animagus tried to suppress his whimper, but he was not as strong minded as Lucius and Severus, that was why he would never rise in rank.
"Leave," he said, not having the patience to deal with the low life of a wizard. If it weren't to spite one Sirius Black, he would have long killed the rat, because even he himself was disgusted by the grovelling man. Oh yes, he knew why Wormtail had returned to him and it had not been out of loyalty, but out of fear after he had been found out by Potter and his little friends.
Leaning more comfortably back into his throne, he waited for his two most loyal followers to arrive.
It was by now early morning, nearly 4 AM and he was sure that Lucius and Severus would be back in their own quarters.
He did not know how Harry Potter had saved all the Mudbloods and Blood Traitors earlier, but the chance that the old fool of a Headmaster had taken Severus with him was high. Dumbledore was just too trusting. As if a person would ever dare to betray him, the Dark Lord. Even if someone wanted to, they never would dare, he had made sure of it since his own school days all those decades ago. For fourteen years, Severus Snape was his faithful spy and he had always served him well, that was why a mere Halfblood had succeeded in becoming his left-hand man.
He waited for another ten minutes, until a second knock sounded and his two servants, clad in their Death Eater uniforms, appeared. They also kneeled in front of him, but unlike the rat, they showed much more elegance, which was certainly due to their family lineage, after all, even Severus with his Mudblood father had a mother who had been a very respected Pureblood witch.
"Stand up," he ordered and the two man rose. "Tell me, how is it possible that my attack failed today?"
"My Lord," Severus started "Apparently, the Potter brat arranged a Safe House."
Anger rose in Voldemort again and he pointed his wand at the man in front of him: "Crucio!"
Sadly, the nearly inaudible gasp was not nearly as satisfying as the screams the muggles had made earlier, and even that had not satisfied him in the least. He put a bit more power behind his spell, just for good measure, and then broke the curse asking: "And why is it, that I have not been informed earlier about this Safe House?"
He tried his best to keep control over his anger; it would not do to accidentally kill either of these men. With every other follower, it would not be very regretful because they were easily replaceable, but Lucius Malfoy was a high ranking Ministry Official and Severus the most talented spy he had ever had in his ranks.
"My Lord, Dumbledore did not let me in on this secret, only when he summoned me to his office and told me to accompany him and the brat did I find out, and by then it was too late."
"I hope for your sake Severus, that the old fool’s trust in you is not wavering," he hissed at his servant's words.
"I don't believe so. From what I could gather, it was originally Potter’s idea and he still doesn't trust me."
Tapping with his fingers onto his armrest, Voldemort thought for a moment. It was true that the young Gryffindor did not trust Severus nor Lucius for that matter. He probably would never start to trust either of them as they were in his service for too many years and Potter knew it, or at least suspected it in Severus’ case. Besides, they were much older than the child and with his dislike for Potions it would not be easy to find something in common for either men to approach the boy, but maybe... Looking up again, he fixed his blood red eyes on Lucius:
"Lucius, I have a mission for your son."
For a moment, Lucius seemed the slightest bit surprised, but the voice answering him was smooth as ever: "It would be an honour for him and myself, my Lord."
"I am aware that Potter still has his little lover, but your son is beautiful and intelligent, so I am certain that he will be able to replace whoever is now at Potters side." He paused for a moment, before ordering: "I expect Draco to do his best to seduce the boy. He will of course, do it non-suspiciously. It would not do for any rumours spread and word to get to Dumbledore." Pausing again, Voldemort decided that he himself would check if the Malfoy heir fulfilled his mission, just to be sure.
"Of course, my Lord," Lucius answered and he waved his hand to signal that they could leave again. His plan would be set in motion. Something like today would not happen again, he would personally make sure of it.
"Wormtail," he called the man again and as soon as the rat was back, he ordered: "Get me one of my lower ranked Death Eaters. I need somebody, who can take a room in Hogsmeade for a few weeks and inform me as soon as Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are visiting the village."
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HP
Harry listened to the rest of Professor Sprout's lecture, silently frowning at nothing in particular. His spirit had been slightly lifted the evening before after he had finally talked with Lucius about his feelings concerning the current state of their physical relationship. His mate had been very accepting and had even cheered him up a little. By now he regretted that he had given Lucius so little credit, he should have known that the man would not be angry with him, he was much too understanding for such a reaction, but still he had been worried and frightened for the past two weeks and the guilt had been even worse.
Though their talk really had helped a lot, at around 4 AM his father had slipped from his bed and disappeared to a meeting with his old master, and so had Lucius. That had dragged his mood back down rather quickly, but at least both had come back fairly quickly and brought news, which sounded too good to be true: Voldemort wanted Draco to flirt with him so that the boy could spy on the Dark Lord’s youngest enemy.
Despite his annoyance over the betrothal, he had not been able to stop his laughter. At least they did not have to be as careful as they had expected, even though no other student would find out, it would not be as dangerous for them if a Slytherin accidentally saw them together, as it would have been before Voldemort's order.
It was somehow perfect: Voldemort giving them a free ticket from his followers and Dumbledore for his own friends.
He still didn't plan on telling Ron and Hermione about his mates, he would just not be able to stand their disappointment and repulsion at the sight of him with the two Malfoy’s, so it was not a problem that no other student was to find out about Draco's mission.
Of course, Dumbledore was already informed about everything and the man's eyes had sparkled with mirth at the news. This time, fate was really helping him out for once and not making everything even more complicated.
Professor Sprout finally ended their last class for the day and he and his friends quickly packed their things, relieved that the last class was over.
Draco had surprisingly not bothered him the whole day, just like his father had ordered. The blonde boy had not even openly sneered or glared at him and had kept his distance from Pansy and Daphne.
It had honestly made his day much more comfortable and easier, without the constant insults and reminders that his second mate did not want him, and he would be much more relaxed by now if it were not for the engagement. He still could not really understand how a Courtship Contract could change a person’s behaviour so much so suddenly, but right now that was beside the point.
"Hey Harry, would you like to fly for a while?" Ron asked, nudging him in his side.
"Ron," Hermione frowned at him, the look on her face clearly telling them that a lecture would follow. "He still needs to plan the renovation for Privet Drive and ask Dumbledore when he will start to help us with... you-know-what."
Ron snorted: "You mean the You-Know-What’s of You-know-Who?"
Harry snickered, it really was fitting.
"Hermione, let the boy rest for a while, he has worked his arse off the last few weeks and don't forget, he is still only twelve," his friend said in a voice that sounded very much like his mother, but it did the trick: Their friend flushed in embarrassment and mumbled:
"You are right. Sometimes I still forget."
"It's okay, just let us do nothing serious today," Harry said, wanting to fly as much as Ron did.
"Okay, but after dinner we will do our Defence essays, they are due tomorrow," the girl agreed.
"Fine," Harry said and then added: "Just come to my rooms when you are ready." With a wave, he left to change into something more adequate for flying than his school robes. Nagini and Justitius greeted him in his room; they both lay lazily on his bed, Justitius having made himself comfortable on the snake’s head, his outstretched wings dangling down both sides of her broad head. It really looked funny, like his snake was wearing an odd, black head or hat.
"Hi Nagini," he greeted in Parseltongue and then added in English: "Hi Justitius."
"Where are you going little Master?" Nagini asked, lifting her head slightly.
"Ron and I are going to the Quidditch Pitch and fly for a bit," he told her, changing into his old Quidditch uniform. The season had not yet started and he wondered what it would be like to play against Draco now that they were mates.
"Can I accompany you master?" Nagini asked and he blinked in surprise.
"Of course, you don't have to ask," he answered her and pulled on his Quidditch trousers.
He took his Firebolt and left with Nagini and Justitius in toe. For once, the little bat was not attaching himself to his sleeve, but happily fluttering next to him.
To his surprise, Ron and Hermione already sat in his living room but stood up as soon as they saw him.
"Let's go then," Ron said, shouldering his own broom.
They were halfway down his hallway, when the door to the far right opened and his second mate suddenly came in.
"Malfoy!" Ron spat instantly and Hermione tried to hush him, whispering: "You know that he probably has no choice right now."
Harry sighed loudly; this couldn't be true, he wanted to go flying with his friends and not on a stupid date with that prat.
Looking up properly, he found his suspicions confirmed: Draco was not wearing his school robes anymore, but instead, tight fitting black trousers and a silver-blue button down. Over his arm hung a long, black winter coat with silver fur on the hood and a matching scarf.
It was the first time that he saw the boy in something other than his school uniform and he quickly had to suppress the blush that threatened to creep up his cheeks. The shirt and trousers clung perfectly to his body and showed his perfect, Quidditch trained body off, revealing far more than Lucius’ clothes, who nearly always wore a waistcoat over his shirt.
Why did the ferret look so damn sexy? He really didn't want to react in any way to his mate, he still felt too hurt and angry and not being able to deal with a hard on, but luckily, his instincts agreed with him for once on that notion and he was able to simply scowl without having to hide anything.
"Dumbledore wants us to fetch some Potions Ingredients for my godfather from Hogsmeade," his second mate said in a harsh voice, but without any insult.
"Can't the apothecary send it by owl?" Ron asked and Draco rolled his eyes, as did Hermione.
"Of course not Weasel, they could react violently with all the commotion caused by flying," Draco sneered and then turned back to him: "Change so that we can be done with it quickly. I will wait at the front gates." Draco turned around and left back through the door he had entered.
Sighing in defeat, he shrugged apologetically and told his friends: "I am sorry, but I will have to go."
"Stupid ferret," Ron muttered and glared at Draco's door as if he could set the boy on fire with his stare.
"He really isn't at fault this time," he sighed and then added: "I will see you at dinner then."
With a wave, he turned back to his room, whilst his friends left his quarters, probably going back to the Gryffindor common room.
"What did your annoying mate want?" Nagini hissed and followed him back to his room.
"Albus wants us to get something from Hogsmeade. He and Lucius and my father want us to become closer," he explained and opened his wardrobe once more, pulling out his red outfit.
Nagini huffed and then declared: "I will bite his head off if he is insulting again. A mate should not be like that. He is a disgrace."
Thinking that she almost sounded like Lucius right now, Harry quickly changed and then fetched his own winter cloak before starting his way down to the gates. He went at a normal pace for as long as he was inside the castle, but as soon as he was outside, he quickened his pace until he was quicker than a human could ever be, until he stood next to the waiting blonde. To his surprise, Nagini had kept up with his speed and so had Justitius somehow. Well, the two were magical after all.
"Do you have to take her along everywhere?" Draco asked, with a sneer down at Nagini, who hissed in return.
Shrugging, he replied truthfully: "She doesn't trust you, so she came along."
Draco huffed in indignation and to his surprise, held an arm out like a boy would do for his female date. Feeling offended, he snapped: "I am not a girl!"
His mate rolled his eyes, saying: "Of course not, but apparently you are my submissive, which I still doubt, but thanks to my father and godfather I have to treat you like one and it is proper to offer a submissive your arm."
Feeling hurt rise in his chest again, he replied: "If you are only doing it because you are being forced to, then just cut the crap. I am as thrilled as you are, and I won't tell your secrets to Lucius or Severus." False friendliness was worse than honest disdain.
"Potter, just listen," Draco drawled, looking down at him as if he was a piece of filth and Harry wanted to hit the blonde this time. "I don't know what punishments will await you if you ignore the Courtship Contract, but I for one do not want to lose my magic."
"Lose your magic?" He asked in shock. Why would the blonde lose his magic because they were not walking down to Hogsmeade arm in arm?
"Yes, Potter, lose my magic. I told you the contract is based on family law, which means that my family’s Manor can punish me for not fulfilling it, which would end in me losing all of my magic and I am even less fond of that idea than I am of offering you my arm, so just take it," the blonde huffed in annoyance.
Thinking, that he really should read up on family laws, Harry asked: "How?" The last time he had taken an arm, it had been Lucius’ on their way to the Department of Mystery and his older mate had most likely overlooked that he did not have a real clue as to how to do it right.
"How what Potter?" Draco asked back.
"How shall I take your arm? I have no idea how a Courtship works," he clarified.
Sighing, his mate explained: "Just as if you would want to link your arm with mine and then place your hand lightly on my upper arm."
Harry did as told and they started to walk down the narrow path to Hogsmeade.
It was really uncomfortable to walk so close to a mate who clearly didn't want to have him this close. Draco was stiff even for a Malfoy, and he looked straight ahead, not looking at him once as if trying to ignore that he was even there. And on top of it, he felt ridiculous: He was a boy, for Merlin's sake, and not a girl; why did he need to take Draco's arm? When he had taken Lucius’ arm, he at least had been hidden under that Courting Cloak; his only reassurance right now was that they were alone on the way to the village.
Sighing, he tried to ignore the feelings of shame and discomfort bubbling in his stomach and tried to enjoy the landscape, which sadly wasn't interesting enough to distract him.
After about ten minutes of awkward silence, he could not endure it any longer, and despite his better knowledge asked carefully:
"Um... would you explain to me a bit more about Courtships?"
Draco sighed but started to talk: "A Courtship is practical, like a Binding Spell, only that it is activated by the parent's signatures. A normal Courtship period is between six months and a whole year, but if the parents decide it would be beneficial, the betrothed parties can also marry earlier, or mate- in this case."
"Do we have to do special things during this time?" He asked when Draco fell silent again.
"Not you, but I have to take you on dates and buy presents for you," Draco answered neutrally.
"Presents?" Harry squeaked in surprise. He really could not imagine Draco giving him anything, not even a flower from the side of the road, and he honestly didn't want any presents from him either.
"Yes, Potter, Presents. I am sure you already get enough presents every day, being the Golden Boy and all, but I have to," Draco drawled sarcastically.
Harry didn't answer and simply looked down onto the road ahead. He knew that Draco thought he was pampered and spoiled; Lucius and especially Draco himself, had told him that often enough, but it was far from the truth. Sure, now he was rich and his friends had always given him something for his birthday and Christmas, but that had only been for the last four years. Before he had met Ron and Hermione, he had always spent his birthday alone, without any presents and mostly locked up in his cupboard under the stairs.
"So, do you really believe the whole crap with the soulbond?" Draco asked, sounding uninterested, but Harry was sure that he was anything but.
"Of course I do. And you would believe it as well if you would just start opening your eyes," he replied without missing a beat.
Ignoring his comment, Draco only asked: "You know, that father always took young men to his bed? You are not the first one and surely will not be the last one, even though I have to admit that you have lasted the longest until now. Normally, he only fucks them once or twice, before getting rid of them and searching for a new lover."
Maybe the blonde's words would have hurt him if his instincts and Lucius’ behaviour didn't tell him that there was no need to worry about his older mate. They had mated and their bond was very strong, and Lucius loved him as much as he loved the man.
"Keep hoping, but you won't get rid of me," he simply said and then asked: "Did it never bother you that he always betrayed your mom?"
Draco curled his lips and sneered. "Of course not, it was an arranged marriage and both my parents were childhood friends and married out of convenience. I am glad that they had a good relationship; that was much more than many of my friends have. Besides, they both were discreet with their affairs, so there was never a scandal."
Somehow this answer surprised him; it didn't fit with Draco's behaviour these last few weeks. "So why do you have a problem with me?"
"Is that not obvious, Potter? Because it is you, and because he wants to pull me into this as well, and finally, because if he really believes in this soul- or bloodmate crap, then you won't stay a silent affair. One day, he will start to date you openly and it is improper for a widower with an heir to start dating again. If I were still a little child, it would be acceptable to marry again, to give me a new mother, but I am not, so he should not go out with you."
They finally could see Hogsmeade in front of them and Draco let go of his arm. "We have to be careful as soon as people are around," the blonde said.
Huffing, he replied dryly: "I know." He was immensely relieved that he did not have to hold onto his mate any longer. "So the apothecary?" He asked.
"Not only there. Dumbledore and my father made it clear that we have about three to four hours until we are expected back," the blonde drawled sarcastically.
Harry groaned, but said nothing and simply followed the other male to a warped house with black bricks, where the apothecary was located.
The owner greeted them on entering. "Ah, you must be the two students Professor Dumbledore wanted to send for his purchases," the old man said. He was very small, even smaller than he himself. He had a long white beard, but in contrast to Dumbledore, he was bald.
"Yes, sir," Draco confirmed politely and the old wizard smiled, while Harry stood silently in the background, glaring at his mate who apparently could be nice and flirt with many people, as long as he was not involved.
He watched the old man going into his back room and coming out with a wrapped package, before handing it to Draco.
"It is shrunken with a charm specially constructed for Magical Potions Ingredients. Please give Professor Dumbledore my regards," the man explained.
"Thank you, sir," Draco smiled dashingly and Harry felt the strong urge to get sick on his mate's expensive shoes. The wizard smiled even brighter, but he himself could only wonder how anybody could buy that friendly act from the Malfoy Heir.
They left the store again and stood a bit indecisive in the street.
"So, what are we doing now? We still have at least two hours, before we are even allowed to go back up to Hogwarts," he asked, hoping that the blonde would have a plan and whether he would have a say in it, something along the lines of ‘Meet me at the Hogwarts gates in three hours’.
But to his dismay, Draco turned to the Three Broomsticks and announced: "Let's drink some butterbeer."
Resigning himself to the fact that he would apparently have to spend all three hours with the blonde, he nodded and turned in the direction of the pub.
The Three Broomsticks was fairly empty as they entered. It was the middle of the week and a school and work day, and still too early for the evening customers to arrive. Madame Rosmerta gave them a curious look as they sat down, but came over nonetheless and asked for their orders.
"Two butterbeer," Draco said, without asking him.
Rolling his eyes, Harry motioned for Nagini, who was still following them to curl up on the bench next to him, whilst Justitius landed on the tabletop.
"Really, Potter, do you plan on opening a zoo?" Draco asked with a pointed look at his familiars.
"No, of course not and it was your father who gave me Justitius," he answered, glaring at his mate.
"To give a Foundling’s Egg away," Draco huffed. "He should not have done that."
"Well, Justitius would never have hatched for any of your family," Harry replied dryly and stroked over his little bat's fur, who closed his eyes contently.
"No, he wouldn't have," Draco agreed. "But by giving him to you, we lost a valuable Magical Artefact."
"I don't think so, he will stay in the family after all," he mused and he could clearly see that Draco wanted to sneer at him, but the blonde suppressed the urge and instead said nothing.
They fell silent, not knowing what to talk about and honestly, he suspected that Draco wanted to chat as much as he did.
Madame Rosmerta returned with their orders and jumped slightly as she noticed Nagini on her bench, but she said nothing and simply shuffled a bit closer to Draco, before placing their butterbeer on the table. After she had left, they sipped at their drinks, avoiding each other's eyes.
Harry was starting to wish that Lucius would join them; at least the man might know what they could possibly talk about, but he guessed that finding that out was the reason why they had been sent to Hogsmeade in the first place.
He heard the door to the pub opening and a figure, clad in a long, black cloak entered. The witch or wizard had even pulled the hood up, so he could not even say which gender it was, but considering how tall the person was, he would guess that it had to be a man.
Frowning, Harry watched him going over to a secluded corner and ordering something. Such people normally did not visit the Three Broomsticks, in contrast to the Hogs Head, where you could see cloaked figures all the time. Somehow, the person gave him the shivers, but it was not the kind of shivers Voldemort always gave him when the man was close by, so he didn't worry too much. Still, something felt weird, but he couldn't pin-point it.
Turning his attention back to his unwilling second mate, he took a sip of his butterbeer and glanced at him from under his lashes. Draco looked more haggard than he had ever seen the arrogant blonde, probably because he had still not come to him for blood. His ice-blue eyes lay deep in their sockets and his lips looked almost white as if no blood was flowing through his mate anymore. For a second, guilt flickered inside of him, but he quickly squashed it. If Draco was hungry (which he clearly was) then the prat should get his act together, apologize and ask him for help; he would not offer his throat without at least that much. And after all, Lucius had not yet approached him, so Draco could not yet feel too bad.
"Why are we still here, if you don't even talk with the annoying mate?" Nagini hissed suddenly, pulling him out of his thoughts.
Thinking that ‘annoying mate’ was becoming Draco's new nickname, he smirked and then looked down to answer: "I told you: Lucius wants us to spend more time together and get to know each other."
"But then you should talk, if your older dominant tells you to," the snake hissed and eyed Draco with narrowed eyes.
"I know, but I don't know what to talk with him about," Harry sighed.
"Ask him if he is a good hunter, or if he owns a good cave like a good mate does," she suggested, making him chuckle.
"Firstly, he doesn't need to be a good hunter, because he need my blood as food and secondly, he still lives in the same cave with his father."
"Why? He already smells like an adult. He should have his own cave. More caves mean more hiding places and more safety," Nagini asked in irritation and then added: "Then ask him, what he would give you for your blood."
"That is the problem, he doesn't want my blood," he told her with another sigh.
Nagini started to frown. "Then ask him whether he can produce strong hatchlings. Or can he not produce any either?"
"No, he can't either," he chuckled; this conversation was just too weird.
"Weak dominants," Nagini muttered, obviously just deciding that both Malfoy’s were kind of useless. "But at least the older one is polite and takes good care of you," she hissed.
"He does," Harry agreed and took another sip of his butterbeer.
"Do you plan on talking with your snake the whole time?" Draco interrupted their conversation, his voice sounding irritated.
Shrugging, Harry replied: "Her name is Nagini and I don't know what we should talk about and I don't want to only look out of the window."
His mate rolled his eyes and asked: "What do you do in your spare time?"
"Fucking with your father, of course," he shot back, but then shook his head and answered the question seriously; after all, they could not continue insulting each other forever and Draco had at least shown him some politeness since their engagement. "When I have enough time, I like to simply fly, or play a game of chess with Ron."
"Chess, are you any good?" Draco asked with a lifted eyebrow.
"Your father and godfather are teaching me, so I am getting better," he answered, knowing that Draco would probably be much better than him.
"And what makes you so busy?"
Harry could only roll his eyes again. "Trying to save all your arses is making me so busy."
"Don't tell me you don't like being a hero, Potter," his second mate said with a smirk.
"I certainly don't like it. My mother was killed, you should know what that feels like and I grew up with more lies than you will ever be able to imagine."
"I thought both of your parents were killed," Draco said, pretending that he had not heard the rest of his sentence.
"Well, that is another story," Harry told him in avoidance.
"If you think so," Draco shrugged and waved for a second butterbeer.
They fell silent once more, but this time, neither picked the conversation up again and Harry realized that it would take something big to break the ice between them. But what would make Draco Malfoy suddenly want him, or him suddenly trust the younger blonde? He couldn't imagine anything and thought about simply standing up and going back to Hogwarts a couple of times, contract and all be damned.
Ron was surely annoyed right now as well and he could understand that. He had been looking forward to flying as well, but that plan had been destroyed by Dumbledore, Lucius, and his father.
Maybe flying was something he and Draco could do together? But then again, it probably would end in a competition and that would not help them.
The hours crept by, but finally, after what felt like an eternity, Draco rose, paid for them and told him that they could go back now. When they left, Harry noticed absentmindedly, that the cloaked man in the corner had not touched the red wine he had ordered. Frowning, he wondered why the man had come to the pub in the first place but dismissed it as it was not important.
It was already getting dark outside and fog was rising from the ground. Winter was not far away, but Harry did not feel cold; at least not more than any other time he was not touching one of his mates or father. He probably could go all the way back to the castle naked and would not feel cold. Of course, that didn't mean that he felt warm either. Glancing sideways over to Draco, he thought that he knew what would make him feel warm again. Draco probably felt even worse because he had no one to cuddle at night, even though he and Lucius would climb into a bed with him instantly as soon as he only asked.
Outside of Hogsmeade, he took Draco's arm again, but the silence between them remained. This would never work. Back in the Entrance Hall they parted without saying much besides "See you later," and went their separate ways.
Harry decided to not go to dinner and just start with his essay in his library, knowing that his friends would show up eventually.
Nagini instantly slithered into his bathroom, declaring that winter was not her time of the year, leaving him alone to work. He summoned a stack of books on the topic of animagus and started to read.
The topic was even more interesting than he had thought and to be a multimagus really sounded amazing:
Normally, a person's character decided what kind of animal he or she would be, but in the case of multimagi, their magic was so strong that it simply overpowered any character traits and made it possible to take on any form they wanted. But there were still animals which represented their character: The inner and the outer core animals. The inner core animals were always magical and it was mostly only one single magical creature, whilst the outer core animals were normal animals and was not restricted in number.
Often you could also see similarities in families, which meant that children with a cat animagus as mother, often were cats as well, only different kinds of breeds within those animals. Harry seriously became curious as to what kind of core animals he would possess. To find that out, he would need more meditation and try to find a pattern in his other animals, but what that would mean, when you could take on every form you wanted, he did not understand, but he hoped that he would realize it in his next class.
When his friends arrived, he had read all the books and taken some notes and only needed to put everything into an essay still.
"I did some research on multimagus as well and they are really fascinating," Hermione told him.
"Yeah, her research included around twenty books," Ron muttered and slumped down opposite from him.
Harry chuckled and picked his quill up, but Hermione asked: "Do you know your magical strength? It has to be at least 180%..."
Blushing, he admitted: "Albus tested me," but didn't say more about it, feeling somehow ashamed that he should be that strong, and to be honest, he still couldn't believe it. If he really was that powerful, why did he always have so many problems in his encounters with Voldemort? Should it not have gone better, even though parts of his power had still been sealed away before his transformation?
Or the Dark Lord was simply even more powerful than he had thought, which wasn't a nice train of thought either.
"So, how strong are you?" Ron prodded, pulling him from his musing.
"I really don't want to say. I am sure Dumbledore has cast the spell incorrectly," he muttered and turned back to his still empty parchment, hoping that they would leave the topic alone.
"Oh come on Harry, he surely hasn't," Ron said and actually poked him in his side with the tip of his quill, which luckily didn't hurt anymore.
"I really don't want to tell," he kind of whined and blushed in embarrassment.
Hermione frowned at him. "Why not?"
Giving up, Harry mumbled: "321%."
"Say again? You were too quite," Hermione told him.
"321%," he nearly shouted this time.
His friend's eyes grew wide and for a moment, they seemed too shocked to say anything, then Hermione said: "Harry, that is immensely strong!"
"I know, at least if it's true," he replied.
"Why shouldn't it be? You said Dumbledore tested you and the spell is not that complicated," Hermione said.
"I just can't believe it," he admitted.
"Why?" Ron wanted to know.
"Because, if I am that powerful, my magic must have been strong even before everything had been released by my inheritance, but I always struggled against Voldemort," he explained.
Hermione frowned for a moment, before saying: "Well, V...Voldemort was most likely already very strong before he started to use Dark Magic."
"What does Dark Magic have to do with it?" Ron asked and Hermione gave him a look as if he should know the answer, which Harry didn't either.
"Because," she started to explain "If you don't mind harming your soul beyond any hope of healing it again, you can use Dark Magic to enhance your own magical core."
"Voldemort surely didn't mind harming his soul," Harry muttered, thinking that Hermione's theory explained a lot, even though they could not prove it.
"No, he certainly didn't, or he would not have made a single Horcrux," she agreed.
"But this knowledge doesn't help us, does it?" Ron asked and he and Hermione shook their head simultaneously.
"Let's just do our homework for now, there is no use in thinking about Voldemort too much, we need more clues for the Horcruxes before we can do anything," he said and his friends agreed. They worked for two more hours, with him only needing one thanks to his quicker pace of writing. After that, they went back into his living room and Oscar brought them some drinks and snacks.
Hermione was starting to get nervous after another half an hour, because it was already past curfew, but Ron and Harry, who wanted to spend some more time together after their interruption that afternoon, calmed her down by saying: "The common room is only one meter away from Harry’s door, nobody will catch us."
They continued to talk about school and Harry asked them what was going on with the other Gryffindors. He loved his own quarters and the freedom it gave him, but at times he also missed the others. It had always been fun to hang out in the common room, making jokes with everybody and gossiping around the latest rumours.
They were interrupted when his older mate came in, lifting an eyebrow and asking: "Shouldn't you be back in your common room, Miss Granger and Mr Weasley?"
"Um..." Ron cleared his throat and looked nervously over at him.
Hermione cleared her throat, drawing Lucius’ attention to her, before saying: "We were just about to leave, Professor."
"Then you should do that," Lucius said, and Ron and Hermione quickly stood up.
"We will see you tomorrow at breakfast then," Ron said and Hermione nodded.
"See you then," Harry said and watched his friends leave.
He waited until he heard his front door open and close again, before turning to his mate and glaring up at him: "Albus already ruined my afternoon; you could have at least left me my evening!"
Lucius seemed unimpressed and only lifted his eyebrow again. "How was the date?"
Huffing, he asked: "Didn't you ask Draco already?"
"I did, but I would like to hear your version as well," his mate answered.
"It was awkward, to describe it positively," Harry answered in annoyance, still glaring at Lucius.
He sighed when he realized that his mate expected a more detailed answer. "We went down to Hogsmeade, and really, that whole linking your arms thing is embarrassing and uncomfortable when you can feel that the other doesn't even want to touch you," he told his mate.
Lucius sighed and sat down next to him, and pulled him onto his lap. Even though he had been annoyed only a second before, the touch instantly calmed and soothed him and with a sigh he leaned back, relishing in the comfort that simple touch was giving him, before speaking again:
"We picked up the ingredients for dad and then went to the Three Broomsticks. You know, Draco can be really polite when he wants to be and I started to see some more differences between you and him."
"Really?" Lucius asked, sounding honestly curious. "I always hear that we are almost as similar as twins."
Harry shook his head: "No, you really aren't. I think you were right back at my dead relatives’ house when you told me that he still did not seem as graceful as you due to the fact that his inheritance had not yet kicked in. It definitively is kicking in now, he is already moving more elegantly, so in that way, he has gotten more similar to you, but your behaviour is very different."
"How so?" Lucius asked and started to comb gently through his hair.
He thought for a few seconds about how he could explain what he had noticed, and then slowly said: "If you want something, you come into a room and demand it. Your presence is intimidating, and even if someone did not know who you are, they would immediately see that you are important. Draco has the same aura, but instead of intimidating the people, he is more likely to charm them. He could intimidate them as well, but it is not so strongly in his nature as in yours."
He watched Lucius pondering his observation for a moment, and finally his mate mused: "That sounds as if he is taking after his mother in that aspect. I always was of the opinion, that he had inherited more from her than most people think, and I think I am glad to hear it confirmed."
"At least I am not dating two copies of each other like I first feared, but then again, things might have been easier if Draco were your copy," Harry mused.
Lucius only chuckled. "And how was it at the Three Broomsticks?"
"We talked for a bit. We had already talked a little on our way to the village; I asked him some questions about how a Courtship works and he asked me what I do in my spare time, but that was all. We mostly just drank our butterbeer and looked out of the window," he told his mate truthfully.
"I do not know if I should be satisfied with your story or not," Lucius sighed.
"At least we did not argue or fight again," he replied.
"Of course not. You are now his fiancé, he would never argue openly with you."
"I really don't get this Courtship thing. In my opinion, if you don't like each other then a betrothal will not change it," Harry frowned.
"It has something to do with family honour. It would disgrace our family if Draco treats you badly. A Wizard is always measured by the way he treats his wife or submissive," his mate explained.
"I thought that magical power and wealth was the main measurement?" Harry asked.
Shaking his head, Lucius answered: "No, not only that."
"I think we could not have expected their first date to go much better. Not after four years of rivalry," a voice suddenly spoke from the door and when Harry looked up, he saw his father standing there, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed.
"Dad!" he exclaimed and grinned at the man.
"You are probably right, Severus," Lucius agreed.
Holding his arms out, Harry asked: "What are you doing here? Are you finished for the day?"
"I wanted to join my favourite brat in his bed, but he is not there yet," Severus said with a pointed look at him and then at the clock in the corner.
Lucius started to rise, but he quickly held his mate back before he was out of reach and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. His first mate smiled gently and stroked his cheek once, before returning the gesture.
"I love you, my little submissive," his dominant whispered softly into his ear.
"I love you, too, Lucius, sleep well."
When his dominant was gone, his father transformed his black robes into a nightshirt, pulled the shrunken quilt of his mother from his pocket and then they curled up together beneath it.
"Sleep well, my little vampire brat," his father whispered into his ear, before pressing a kiss to his unruly mop of hair."
"Sleep well, daddy," he mumbled back, already half asleep.
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The next morning he awoke very well rested. His father was still curled behind him and only a hand softly combing through his hair told him that the man was not asleep anymore.
"Did you sleep well?" His father asked, his voice no more than a whisper as if he didn't want to break the quiet peace of the morning just yet; after all, both of them knew that the day ahead would probably be chaotic again.
"I slept well," he smiled and turned around to give his father a kiss on the cheek, before asking: "What time is it? Do we have to get up?"
"Not yet," Severus answered and drew him a bit closer.
Harry snuggled closer against his chest and for a moment as they stayed silent, until his father asked. "When your mating bond is finally completed, will you still come and cuddle with me?"
"Of course I will! I want to spend at least one night in the week with you," Harry exclaimed. The thought of not sleeping at his father's place anymore after his mating had never crossed his mind. He had come to understand himself quite well in the last few weeks and the fact was that he was Lucius' and Draco's mate, and thus a sexual person like an adult, as well as a small child which still needed his father's comfort.
"Good," his father smiled softly and then chuckled: "You really are still a brat, Harry.
"I am," he replied cockily, grinning up at Severus. "But that is my charm."
"Yes and Draco will soon fall for it as well," his father agreed.
The alarm charm he had set the night before went off then and his father shifted to sit up, but he prevented him from doing so quickly by wrapping his arms tightly around his midsection. It was just too nice to cuddle with his dad like this and he had no wish to face the day; somehow he just knew that today would turn out even worse than the last one, and that meant something.
"Harry we have to get ready. It would be rather suspicious if both of us miss our lessons and I am sure neither you, nor I would like the rumours your fellow students would come up with," his father said and lightly tugged at his arms, although not strong enough to get himself loose actually, even though he knew that the man could free himself easily.
"But I don't want to! It's nice and comfy here!" He pouted, clinging to his father even tighter.
"Harry, I really am happy that you feel so comfortable with me, but we really should be going."
"Only if you promise, to be here early this evening and not spend half the night over some cauldron," Harry said, nuzzling his father's chest.
Chuckling, Severus promised: "I will be here by ten at the latest, will that be okay?"
"Yep!" He said and jumped out of bed with a smile.
They got ready quickly because by now it was rather late and they still had to take into consideration that they could not enter the Great Hall at the same time, or the other students would soon grow suspicious. It really didn't matter, because neither of them ate anymore and so it was enough to arrive just I time to exchange a few polite words with their friends and colleagues.
"You go ahead, you are more talkative than me," his father said and bent down to give him a kiss on his temple before they had to ignore each other for the day.
"Okay," Harry said and added: "Have a nice day," before leaving for the Great Hall.
When he entered, he instantly felt Draco throwing him a filthy glare. Thinking that he knew why the boy was probably angry with him, he only smirked a bit without even looking in his direction.
He sat down next to Ron, who immediately asked him: "What has Malfoy's knickers in a knot?"
"Nothing," he answered nonchalantly, grabbing one of his Blood Drops.
"Did you fight again?" Hermione asked with an accusatory look.
Rolling his eyes, he replied: "No, we didn't. Do you really think we are stupid enough to continue our fights with our fathers and Albus keeping a close eye on us?"
Hermione only gave him a sombre look: "Yes, you two are that stupid; at least as soon as you are together in one room. So, what else is there to it?"
Sticking to his policy of half truths, he explained: "I didn't understand it fully, but Lucius and Severus took advantage of some family laws or something."
Ron winced: "Did Snape ever tell you what the family name of his Pureblood mother was? Dark families mostly have really strict laws."
Harry had to think for a moment; his father had mentioned the name yesterday, but what had the name been? Suddenly he remembered: "Prince, her name was Prince."
His redheaded friend winced again: "Then he certainly can force you to become friends with the prat. The Prince’s were really Dark as well; not as Dark as the Malfoy’s or Black’s, but very close to it."
Somehow, Harry was not able to imagine the Weasley’s having such laws either, but he still asked curiously: "Does your family have those laws as well?"
His friend nodded: "Of course we have, I think there isn’t a single Pureblood family without family law, but ours has never been so restricting, and since my grandfather it has not even been put into use anymore."
Harry frowned: "Restricting?"
This time, it was Hermione who answered: "In old wizarding families, the Head of the family is like an Dictator. His word is law and that is always written down in the family law. Be glad that your father is not the type to marry you off like Lucius will probably do with Draco, because Snape could do that and probably much more."
He flushed and quickly said: "Yeah, guess I can be really lucky."
"You can," Ron agreed. "If Malfoy senior thinks it will be beneficial to marry his son to Millicent Bulstrode, he could do that and if he wants him to marry him to Crabbe or Goyle or even both, he could do that as well."
Now Harry didn't even need to pretend to feel sick at the notion. Despite the fact that Lucius would never allow such ugly people to ruin his perfect bloodline, the thought of someone having so much power over their children was horrible.
Hermione was just opening her mouth to say more about the matter when suddenly a shockwave of magic went through the Great Hall. It was not a very strong shockwave, but it was enough to make all the students and teachers look up in alarm and some even gasp at the foreign sensation, and then a loud and distorted voice spoke:
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord has decided,
But only when given back what was long lost, brotherly bonds can arise.
And life grows again, where none had arisen in eight hundred years.
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord has decided!"
Silence rang throughout the Great Hall, as everybody stared at Professor Trelawney, who sat rigidly in her chair, eyes wide as she spoke the prophecy. Then suddenly she flinched and everything was over as fast as it had started. The witch blinked a few times in confusion and then finally noticed that everyone was staring at her.
"Did something happen?" She asked in confusion and Dumbledore gave a clear sign to McGonagall, who went over to her, said something and then lead her from the Great Hall.
Harry could only stare at the two women's retreating backs, still too shocked to grasp what just had happened; so was everybody else and before the students could get agitated and start talking, Dumbledore spoke up:
"A prophecy is a treacherous thing. From own experience, I can tell all of you that it can become true, or it can remain unfulfilled. It is unwise to give a prophecy more attention than it deserves, I myself had to learn this the hard way. So I shall ask you to remain calm about what had just happened."
Dumbledore sat down again, continuing his breakfast as if nothing had happened and the noise broke loose:
Wild chattering started at every table and some students even ran over to friends from other houses. The Order Members all stared at Harry, who could still only stare at Dumbledore.
Hermione quickly pulled her coin out, deciding and informing everybody that they would meet directly after classes.
By the time he finally could progress that Trelawney had just made a second prophecy about him, rumours were flying wildly.
A twisted feeling had entered his stomach. Regardless of whether the prophecy forecast something good or bad from happening, a prophecy was always dangerous and much more trouble than it was worth; that much he had learned since the summer.
Looking his friends straight in the eyes, he said: "Fuck, that can't be good."
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