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Blood and Inheritance	By : TCardan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23318 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Thank you so much for all your comments. They are very encouraging. I hope you continue to enjoy this fiction.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from the writing of this fiction.

Chapter Three

“Thank you for coming today, Mr. Black,” said the headmistress of Merlin’s Academy as she sat at the head of the table among the school council.

“Of course, Headmistress Elmhurst,” Sirius replied, taking the seat across from her. He glanced around the table at the members of the school council: Amos Diggory, Amelia Bones, and Lucius Malfoy. Sirius sighed. It seemed that Lucius Malfoy was on every possible council he could possibly join as he tried to improve his reputation after the war.

Unfortunately, Sirius had to see much more of the Malfoys than he cared to since Harry insisted on staying close friends with their son, Draco.

“You are aware of the circumstances of this meeting, are you not?” the headmistress asked.

Sirius frowned. “Yes, and I’m truly sorry for Harry’s part in this. I’ve promised to pay for any medical expenses the Brockhursts may incur for the treatment of their daughter and have sent our apologies.”

The headmistress sighed. “Yes, I’m aware of that. However, some other parents have brought up some concerns regarding Harry’s magical ’mishaps’ as well. Surely you are aware that he possesses some unusual abilities?”

Sirius stiffened defensively. “I am aware of Harry’s abilities, but he is only a boy. He has his bouts of accidental magic, just like other magical children do.”

“Mr. Black,” she continued, “Harry has been here at Merlin’s for three years, and in that time I have seen some extraordinary things manifest around him. He is, how shall I say, above average. There was the army of snakes he called to the playground in his first year, the stone gargoyle he brought to life in order to chase off someone who was bothering him, the prison of trees he raised from the ground last year in order to contain the group of girls who were chasing him, the breaking of all the windows when he’s upset… shall I go on?”

“Was anyone hurt during those incidents?” Sirius asked, pointedly.

“No, not until Miss Brockhurst,” Headmistress Elmhurst conceded. “However, this incident has caused some of the other parents to worry that Harry may harm others as well. He only grows more powerful as he gets older.”

“Other parents?” Sirius asked, glancing at Amos Diggory. “Please tell me their concerns? I wouldn‘t want them to fear an eight year old boy, now would I?”

It was common knowledge at Merlin’s that Harry Potter Black and Cedric Diggory did not get along, the older boy always making up ways to taunt Harry for his abilities.

Everyone at the table was now looking at Amos Diggory, expecting him to speak up. So he could not hide behind anonymity any longer. “All right then,” Amos started, “if you want to know. My Cedric is always falling down a lot, scraping up his knees and hands. And whenever he looks about, he sees your son glaring at him each and every time it happens.”

“I see,” Sirius snapped. “And we are suppose to take the word of a bully as truth?”

Amos sat up indignantly. “A bully? Cedric? Are you mad?”

“Yes, a bully. Harry tells me how Cedric verbally accosts him at every opportunity. It doesn’t surprise me that your son would make up a load of hogwash in order to get Harry in a fix.”

“What? He wouldn’t lie like that. I know my son,” Amos cried, offended.

“And I know mine,” Sirius snarled.

“Gentlemen, please,” the headmistress interrupted. She looked at Amos Diggory. “We really can’t prove that Harry was responsible for Cedric’s misfortunes, Amos. We can only consider the things we do know he is responsible for.” She sighed as both men seemed to calm. “Now, the reason I’ve called you and the council together at this time, Mr. Black, is to discuss if there should be further action taken on this matter.”

“The healers said the girl would be back to normal within a few weeks,” Sirius reminded.

“Mr. Black, she has over twenty eyes on her face alone. You have no idea how much that scared the other children, let alone the trauma to the child herself.”

“She was teasing Harry, calling him four eyes because of his new glasses,” Sirius replied. “I know that is no excuse, but I can promise you that result of the accidental magic on Harry’s part was in response to his anger at the insult. I’ve been working with him on anger management, you can be assured, and will continue to do so.” He looked about at the faces around the table. “If you feel it necessary to expel Harry, he would be very disappointed as he looks forward to seeing his friends on a daily basis. And I would also hate to see him feel he is too different to be around other children. I think that would do more harm than good.”

The headmistress nodded to Amelia Bones. “Mrs. Bones, do you have anything to say on this matter?”

“I really don’t have any personal complaints to make,” Amelia began. “We have invited Harry to Susan’s birthday parties the last three years in a row and he has been nothing but polite and friendly. I think, perhaps, Harry is going to prove a very powerful wizard in the future and his abilities are merely untrained and controlled by his emotions for now. I’m positive that other powerful wizards, like Albus Dumbledore, for example, had abilities that turned up early in their lives. It would be a shame to punish a child for something he cannot help and has not been trained to control yet.”

“Thank you, Amelia,” the headmistress nodded. “Lucius, do you have anything to add?”

“As Mrs. Bones has stated,” began Lucius, “Harry is merely showing signs of becoming a powerful wizard. Given the circumstances of his infancy, we know that he possesses an unusual amount of power. I agree that Harry should not be removed from school.”

“That’s because your son is his best friend,” Amos accused.

“Are you accusing me of favoritism, Amos?” Lucius asked, smirking. “My only interest is in the welfare of this school and the students - as a whole.”

“As is mine!” Amos snapped.

“Gentlemen, please,” the headmistress scolded, again. “It seems as though the majority at this table is in favor of keeping Harry at Merlin’s. Therefore, Harry Potter Black shall stay here as a student in good standing.”

Sirius smiled, gratefully. “Thank you, Headmistress Elmhurst.”

OOOOOOO

Draco and Harry ran from shop window to shop window peering in and marveling at all the magical Christmas décor inside and out as Lucius and Narcissa followed from behind. Sirius had reluctantly agreed to allow them to take Harry to the holiday fair in Diagon Alley without him, as Harry insisted he wanted to buy Sirius a Christmas present without him seeing it.

“Look there, Harry,” Draco said, pointing inside the broom shop. “That’s what I want for Christmas. Father said we may be old enough to start learning on the real kind.”

“Wicked,” Harry said, awed at the possibilities of learning how to fly. He smiled hugely at Draco. “The other boys would be so jealous if we flew to school on those.”

“Hmmm…,” hummed Lucius from behind them. “I’m afraid that wouldn’t be allowed, boys. We couldn’t have the Muggles spotting you. There are other places you can fly, however.”

“Stupid Muggles,” Draco mumbled, “always ruining our fun.”

“Yeah, we should just get rid of them,” Harry joked. He shared a laugh with Draco, while Lucius shared a glance with his wife.

“Come, boys, we must begin our shopping,” Narcissa interceded, guiding them across the alley and into a curio shop. It wouldn’t do for others to overhear such talk.

OOOOOOO

Sirius always made a big deal about Christmas, at least as long as Harry knew. The house twinkled with many lights, magical snow drifted down, which felt warm to the touch, and animated ornaments adorned the tree. Harry loved playing with the figurines of animals and creatures on the tree which would chase one another and do funny tricks. One even farted loudly, which would send Harry in peals of laughter.

The usual small gathering would come on Christmas day, consisting of Albus Dumbledore and Remus Lupin. Some years Remus would have a girlfriend along. And since there were no other children in the house, Harry got the biggest spoils of Christmas and the most attention.

“Remuuuuus!” Harry yelled, skipping down the stairs three at a time and leaping into the man’s arms as he arrived.

“Oomph, Harry,” Remus staggered backwards, “you are getting bigger. ”

“I’m eight now,” Harry announced. “Of course I’m bigger. ”

“So you are,” Remus laughed, affectionately.

“What do you got there?” Harry asked, trying to peek into Remus’ bag.

Remus pulled it away, closing it tight. “Oh, I thought I’d give Kreacher a present this year.”

Harry laughed, knowingly. “No you didn’t. It’s for me, isn’t it?”

Remus slapped a hand to his own forehead. “Drats! I forgot all about you. Perhaps I might have some lint from my pocket…”

Harry knew what lint from his pocket meant. They had been playing that game his whole life. “O.K. I’ll have some lint, please.”

Remus smiled and winked, putting his hand in his coat pocket and pulling out a few chocolate frogs. He handed them to Harry.

“Thanks,” Harry grinned, tearing the wrapper off one and holding on so it wouldn’t jump away before he could take a bite.

“Go on and eat those in private. Sirius will have my head if he knew I was ruining your appetite like this,” Remus whispered.

“I already know,” Sirius said, standing on the top of the stairs. “Happy Christmas, Remus. No girlfriend this year?”

“Sadly, no.”

“Ah, well, we can curse like men at dinner now,” Sirius joked, winking at Harry.

Harry laughed. “Is Albus coming too?”

“Should be here any moment,” Sirius replied.

OOOOOO

At the end of the evening, Sirius tucked Harry into bed, kissing him on the forehead. It had been another wonderful holiday and he felt blessed to have had Harry in his life to enjoy it all with. He loved Harry with all his heart and knew he would do everything in his power to make sure Harry had a happy childhood.

He was determined that no one would make Harry feel bad about his past or his abilities. He would do everything to shield Harry from the maliciousness of others.

OOOOOO

“Malfoy, I presume you have a good reason for calling a gathering at this time of the year?” Rabastian LeStrange asked, as the circle of men sat in the magically protected room below the warehouse owned by Lucius Malfoy.

They met in secrecy only twice a year, moving through a complicated pattern of floo networks, that would leave anyone following completely lost. It was here the old followers of the dead Dark Lord met. It was highly forbidden, by decree of the Ministry of Magic for any suspected ex-Death Eaters to gather in a group of two or more privately. Some of the members had also served some time in Azkaban, but were since released due to the efforts of their families to prove them innocent.

In this room they were safe. Through a complex of interwoven spells and charms, this room beneath the warehouse was undetectable from the outside, even to those using magical revealing spells and devices.

Lucius folded his hands. “I believe I have something of interest. Do you remember me telling you of the boy, Harry Potter Black, some years ago?”

“The one who killed our Lord?” Rabastian replied, frowning. “Wasn’t it about him being related to Dumbledore and the Deathly Hallows?”

“Yes, that’s the one,” Lucius confirmed. “After years of research, I felt it important to share with you my most interesting conclusions on this matter.”

“Couldn’t this have waited until our next scheduled meeting?” Rodolphus LeStrange asked, irritated. “Why do you waste our time with your ‘research’? I don’t care about the boy‘s history. What significance does it have to us?”

“Is this about that ruddy stone?” Gregory Goyle Senior, asked. “Did you find it?”

Lucius cast a evil glare at Goyle. “The Resurrection Stone? No, I don’t have it. Though I still believe it is the reason the boy lived. I think the Hallows are owned by the Dumbledores and the Potters, now that there are no more Peverells. Most likely Dumbledore is holding onto all three, now that James Potter is dead, at least until Harry is older.”

“You mean Dumbledore’s wand is the Elder Wand?” Goyle gaped. “No wonder the old buzzard is so powerful.”

His friend, Crabbe, nodded next to him. “And I bet he uses that stone to keep himself living so long.”

“That could be so, but it is not the reason I called you forth tonight,” Lucius said, looking around the circle. “You see, I have been watching Harry Potter carefully these last three years - ever since I heard him speak Parseltongue.”

“You already told us of your connections in the Ministry and how they were able to research Potter’s line. He’s not a descendant of Salazar Slytherin,” Rabastian pointed out, bored.

“As I was trying to say,” Lucius glared, “I have been observing Harry Potter closely, as he is a friend of Draco’s, and I have concluded that his powers are very advanced, very strong. In fact, I believe when our Lord tried to kill him, his parents had already placed the Resurrection Stone somewhere on him or around him.”

“And?”

“And the child must of died for a moment. But in the process of resurrecting the boy, the relic used the only life force available at the moment.”

Now he had their attentions and Lucius paused for effect.

“I believe the powers of our Lord were taken out, along with his life force, and placed into Harry Potter as the stone resurrected him. It’s the only explanation for his abilities and his magical strength.”

Everyone sat in silence, contemplating this information for a few minutes.

“This is bad news, Malfoy,” Rodolphus finally said.

“Why?” Lucius frowned.

“Everyone knows that Sirius Black and Albus Dumbledore are close friends. Don’t you see? Dumbledore will use that boy against us someday. Their side will have an extremely powerful wizard under Dumbledore’s influence. Our cause will never be revived. All that we have been working for will be for not. ”

Lucius smirked. “And why should their side have Harry Potter? Didn’t I tell you that my son was his best friend? Goyle, Crabbe, and Nott’s sons are also his friends along with Blaise Zabini. I’ve been certain to foster this group of friends carefully and kept them away from the influences of the other side. ”

Rabastian laughed sardonically. “And what about Sirius Black and his ‘friends’? Don’t you think they’ve had an influence on the boy as well?”

“Is it possible to turn Black to our cause?” Rudolphus asked his brother. “He should have been on our side, after all, if he had believed as his family did. If it wasn’t for that James Potter and that werewolf. ”

“James Potter is dead, but the werewolf is still around. I don’t see Black changing his mind anytime soon. He has always been a rebel. ”

“I don’t think he would change either,” Lucius agreed. “He still hasn’t grown to trust me, though I see him quite often because of our sons. No, I think I will have to continue putting on the mask of reformed Death Eater, but carefully use whatever exposure I have with Harry Potter to our advantage. ”

“To what end?”

“To raise him to our ways and beliefs so that one day he will lead us as our new Lord. His power will be unmatched. Especially when the Dumbledores die and all the Deathly Hallows come into his possession. Gentlemen, we cannot allow the other side to have him.”

OOOOOOO

A/N The plot thickens! We’ll spend more time with Harry in the next chapter, I promise. Please review and let me know your thoughts. Thank you.

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