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Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 27604 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales

Pairing: Future DracoxHarry

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: A side fic with vignettes that should give insight into characters in my Unlikely Heroes story.

Notes: I know this title isn't as epic as that of StarlightxMassacre's Rise of the Dracken: The Scaled bits but I did my best. This is not quite a side fic but will show parts of the story that didn't make it into the main story line for whatever reasons. Hopefully this is answer questions or fill in gaps.

This side fic is dedicated to one of my favorite reviewers: Child of the sea96

A/N: this takes place just hours after the papers from Minister for Magic Fudge arrive and prior to Harry awakening. I'm sorry if there is any confusion, I should have figured out my timeline before posting up to Chapter 25 or was it 23? I can't remember but I hope this satisfied those who were curious about Lucius and Severus' Bonding as well as Draco's Blood Adoption. I do warn you that the later a mildly disconcerting...

Chapter 3- A long awaited Bonding and blood adoption

November 3, 1994

It was hard to concentrate, which was unfair. Severus wanted nothing more then to have his dream of being Lucius’ mate or at least his Bondmate come true.

He loved Lucius, he always had. Ever since Lucius shook his hand, squeezed his shoulder and let him sit beside him as soon as he was Sorted. Lucius had been their Prince, yet this haughty, pampered looking princling took the time to make sure he was adjusting to being a student. He showed him where all his classes were, even helped him with things like how to hold his wand and showed him how the library was arranged. His own Housemates had bullied him, mostly when Lucius wasn’t around. That bullying was mostly by Bellatrix and Narcissa, with Evan Rosier and sometimes Regulus. Regulus was different from his brother as an infusion was from a decoction or as his childhood Muggle neighbours would say, chalk from cheese.

To a small weak, abused boy any kind attention made him feel drawn to the other person, created an attachment. The Evans were more his family then his distant mother and brutal father. Lily was a combination best friend and little sister, they were only a few weeks apart in age. He loved her but not in a romantic way, she taught him about trust, loyalty, commitment and yes, love. It was Lily who held him when he cried for his lost child, who soothed his breaking heart when the announcement of Lucius’ engagement to Narcissa was announced. She’d told him that Lucius wasn’t worthy of him if he wouldn’t ‘pull an Andromeda’ and run away to be with him.

He wouldn’t hear a word against Lucius but it had hurt when Lucius had been Bonded to her. He hated her for usurping his place at Lucius’ side. He was jealous of her carrying Lucius’ child but she’d never once had any affection for his mate or their child. Draco was his from the first cry, he held him when he cried, he changed his diapers, it was him that Draco wanted when he had bad dreams. Draco saw him in his child’s heart as a parent. Lucius absented himself from Draco, holding back his affection as if afraid that that woman would use it against him. Narcissa Black was a vindictive cruel wench who had poison running through her veins instead of blood. They were his, his mate and his child. He would let no one take them away from him…

Now he was emotionally crushed, just as he had before the arrival of the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons’ delegations. When he saw Draco, his son a bruised and broken mess.

Now with the Minister’s authorization he could blood adopt Draco making him just as much his son as Lucius’. He’d one day hoped for this, not only did he have the potion Draco needed to take but also the blood needed bottled and stored under strong preservation charms. He’d long ago tested to see if his and Lucius’ blood was compatible. He’d stored Lucius’ blood for other reasons; he had nearly enough to give Draco a complete mixed blood transfusion. The combination of his and Lucius’ blood in Draco would give him a magical boast. Narcissa- The Black Woman was magically inferior to him; so his blood would easily overwhelm hers. His blood would remain in Draco’s body and facilitate a change of some sort; his blood would rewrite any part of Draco that was Narcissa. He was the splitting image of his father at that age with shorter hair, Draco had been appearance wise a clone of his father but had been raised to be academically of course, his son with his talents and interests.

His hands drifted to his belly, he’d been more then a few months pregnant when Madam Pomfrey told him he was carrying a child. Morning sickness he’d later read didn’t affect a person until they were at least three months. He’d been prostrate with it, unable to move without nausea overwhelming him and he’d retch until it felt like his stomach would come out his mouth. He’d been so miserable and wracked with guilt, Lucius was pleading with his father to let him marry the person he loved and he hadn’t had a chance to tell him about the baby. Lucius would be so happy; he knew he would be. Their child, would look like Lucius, he just knew it. Those quicksilver eyes that crackled with passion and intensity, his waterfall of white gold hair, lean muscles and perfect form. He ached for his baby, his arms felt empty. He was barren…knowing that monster who was a wolf in sheep’s clothing had destroyed any hope of having children, marring his dream of a family…

He’d been young, too young probably when the four-year-older Lucius took him to bed. He was fifteen and Lucius nineteen, he’d craved the man so intensely but he hadn’t believed someone like their Prince would ever desire the greasy, dirty little Halfblood son of a bloodtraitor. Lucius…he remembered him so well from their school days; that smouldering intensity, the sense of entitlement and love of power. Lucius said he humanized him, brought him down to earth. That flowing river of white gold hair would caress his body like silk. He swore the first time Lucius saw him naked that the man was torn between horror and sorrow. If only he’d allowed Lucius in before he’d Been Marked and his Veela trapped but he’d been so ashamed of his scarred body. Lucius had treated him gently at first, finding every scar, caressing it with the pads of his long delicate fingers that hid the inner strength that made Lucius his rock. Lucius had lavished every scar with kisses and licks. They were sensitive his scars, and he hated them. They made him feel inferior. Only Lily knew the truth about his home life and she swore not to tell. He remembered all too well the time she’d stripped to her underwear to bathe the blood, urine and excrement from his battered and bruised body. Lily had sobbed, she wasn’t a vindictive or hateful person but she hated the monster who’d done that to him.

Why? What was so wrong about loving Lucius and wanting his child? How could anyone want to not only murder a child but also to prevent someone who was the last of their family from having children by making them barren?

Barren…

The very thought made him plunge into a devastating melancholy. He loved Lucius, he wanted to be his mate but his head fought against it. He wanted to be unselfish, Lucius deserved to be with someone who could give him children. He couldn’t, he’d lost his only chance. Lucius had tried to comfort him, to assure him that he just wanted to be with him and to be a family with Draco. Yet, his never forgotten desire for children held him back. He wanted to be a real part of their family but there was the guilt of letting Dumbledore murder his child. He’d only known maybe twelve hours but they had been a long twelve hours. He’d cast a privacy charm and spent most of the time talking to the baby. He’d loved it and wanted it so very much…it broke his heart to know he couldn’t have another. He’d been so pleased when Lily’d written that she was pregnant or when his schoolmates had children. Yet in his darkest part of himself he’d been jealous and envied them their happiness.

Then Lucius placed Draco in his arms and held them both, it felt like coming home after a long journey. Draco was tiny, red faced, wrinkled and squalling but he was Lucius’ son…and he loved him.

XoooooX

He’d long ago after pouring over books on mating bonds, decided on the ones that would tie them together. The one’s that not only expressed the depth of his love and gratefulness for Lucius but also tied their magic and blood together.

He hoped that agreeing to the Bonding he’d always wanted just hours after finding out he’d been cursed infertile wasn’t the most moronic thing he’d ever done.

It would be a quiet ceremony, they could have chosen a lot of pomp and circumstance being that they were both technically the Head of both their lines. They weren’t close to any other ancient bloodline that they would feel comfortable asking to oversee their bonding. If only Lily was alive she would have insisted that she and James oversee this milestone in his life.

They stood in the cleared Great Room, which must have once been used to for London House parties. An altar of sorts stood at it’s heart, he’d taken the Prince Chalice that had been used for centuries at their Bondings as well as the Sword that the Malfoys had used. It was also used in blood rituals, such as Blood Adoptions, which usually must be petitioned. It was kept in a specially warded silver casket that gave no hint what lay inside. It was locked all but those of Prince Blood.

They wore flattering dress robes that bore the colours of their mutual House.

They reverently laid their wands on the altar crossed with Lucius’ personal wand a top his own. The Malfoy wand was in the snake headed cane and rested against the back of the ancient altar.

Lucius saw the Bonding altar and knew which bonds Severus had chosen. He wished he had been as strong as his former partner, Head Girl and Slytherin Prefect Andromeda Black. He looked at his son, whom he loved beyond reason or explanation. “My son, it is our joy that you be here to witness our Bonding. We love you very much. This has been a long time coming.” He swallowed and began, stepping to the shoes of a parent or the Head of a Family. “I, Lucius Ajax Malfoy, swear that it is truly my desire to become one with this with this person. Thus I present unto him a symbol of my pledge, and a token of my love.” Taking the Malfoy family sword, he placed the ring on it and knelt before Severus.

He swallowed, “Severus of the House of Prince, you are the most gracious and loving person that I have ever know, for I understands the essence of your true self. The love, which radiates around thee, can only be rivaled by the purity, which radiates from within thee. The pledge of my sword is as the pledge of my soul. It is my prowess, my fire, my passion, my strength and courage, my ability to protect, defend and care for thee. With the strength of my blade and the endurance of its steel to represent what is in my heart, take it of me now, as my beloved, the ring that rests upon it, and choose me to be your own.”

Severus blushed, as he took the ring from the Sword; “I accept the pledge of thy blade and the eternal promise of this band.”

Severus took sword from Lucius and placed the blade from left shoulder to right shoulder to the top of his head. The motion, as in bestowing knighthood upon him while saying, “For the boy thou were, for the man thee art, and for the partner and helpmate thou shall be to me, I do choose you to be mine own.” He returned sword, “If thou wilt now place this ring upon mine finger, I shall from this day forth, ‘till beyond the end of time, take thee to be mine own.” Severus opens his hand presenting Lucius with the ring, which his mate then placed upon his finger.

"With this ring I bond myself to thee, both in magic and in blood I take you as my friend, my lover, my mate from this day forth and into the fullness of time where we will meet and remember and love again." Lucius said slowly, meaning echoing in each word as he looked into those haunted onyx eyes that still held so much sorrow.

“It is truly my desire to become one with this man and thus I present unto him a symbol if my pledge and a token of my love.”

Severus bows before Lucius and presented his family’s Chalice with the ring inside. Lucius had chosen the rings years ago, when the announcement had been made he’d given him a ring that was a coiled silver serpent with emerald chips for eyes. He’d kissed him and begged him to wait for him. He’d promised he’d find a way to end his Bonding to the woman and they’d be together as they were meant to be. He’d worn that ring under his glamour ever since but now it no longer hid the ring. Lucius must have chosen these rings at the same time; they were matching platinum rings with etched serpents for it was Slytherin House had brought them together.

He smiled, his voice shaking slightly, “Lucius, in my eyes, you art the only man in the world. Yours is the voice of sound reason and unwavering support. You are the spark to the bonfire of my passions for you taught me I was worthy of love and yours are the arms in which I would have lay down to rest. The pledge of this chalice is the pledge of all that is within me, of my felicity and devotion. In my heart, a bond was formed long ago. Together, our two souls can be sheltered and nourished, that they may grow together, ever closer, and flourish as the leaves on the trees and the fruits of the vine. As the depth and bounty of this chalice foretell the richness of our future together, take from me now the band that lies there within, and do choose me as thy own.”

Lucius took the ring from chalice, while Severus was still holding the chalice.

Lucius grinned, “I accept the pledge of your chalice and the eternal promise of this band.”

Lucius then poured wine into chalice then takes it from Severus, “For the boy thou were, for the man thou art and for the mate that thee shall be to me, I toast and drink to thee! For I do choose you to be mine own”

Lucius raised the Chalice before he drinks and returned the chalice to Severus, “If thou will now place this ring upon my finger, I shall from this day forth, ‘till beyond the end of time, I take you to be mine own.”

Lucius opened his hand presenting the ring to the man he’d loved since he’d first welcomed him to Slytherin all those years ago.

His body hummed with magic, he could feel his desire welling up as he then placed upon Lucius’ finger. Severus said slowly, "With this ring I bind myself blood and magic to thee. I take you as my friend, my lover, my mate from this day forth and into the fullness of time where we will meet and remember and love again.”

Draco was awed; he could feel the magic humming between them. He could feel his dad’s clawing as if it were trapped inside him. Draco stepped forwards with the Bonding contract and held out pre-inked quills

Lucius and Severus signed the contract, magic leapt from the parchment entwining around their wrists with silver and gold chains.

Lucius pulled the shorter man into his arm and kissed him deeply.

Severus tried hard not to swoon, he was no woman thank you very much but he was deeply in love with his mate.

Lucius grinned, “Draco, my son, may I present my Bondmate Severus Prince-Malfoy.”

Draco forgot he was fourteen, he forgot he was a Prince of Slytherin, he forgot about Malfoy masks and threw himself into Severus’ arms like he was five again.

Severus pulled the teen tight to his heart and buried his face in his hair.

Lucius wrapped his arms around Severus’ waist and rest his chin on his newly christened Bondmate’s shoulder.

Severus held Draco tight and leaned back against Lucius, his mate…his husband…he was home…

It took some time before Lucius kissed his lover’s, no his Bondmate’s neck, “Come now, isn’t it time you made Draco your son?”

Severus reluctantly let go of the teen, “Not that he hasn’t been since you put him in my arms moments after he was born…” he summoned the metal table from the wall. It had leather straps and look more like a torture device or something used for sexual deviance. He kissed Draco’s forehead, “I wouldn’t hurt you for the world but you won’t enjoy this…”

Draco shrugged, nothing could be worse them being slammed into hard stone like one was a Bludger. “If it makes me your son I can take it.” There was an air of defiance in those quicksilver orbs.

Severus strapped him in, summoning the Prince knife they used in blood rituals he swallowed and in quick succession sliced every major vein in his son’s body. He said quietly, “You must be strong…” it was so much harder on an older child, because there was more blood. A child, an infant could be monitored and it would take seconds to drain enough blood to give them the new blood that would change them.

Draco gritted his teeth, he felt light headed and like he might faint. It was as if he’d taken off on his broom too fast and went up too high, too quickly.

Blood pooled on the Great room floor, if they didn’t need to retransfuse Lucius’ blood to be sure not to take his Veela inheritance away he wouldn’t need too much. He had to be sure anything that might be of Narcissa would be erased.

Lucius sensed his son growing weaker, “Severus!”

“I won’t let him die! Just a bit longer…” another minute…

The minute passed and Draco was pale like death, his breathing faint.

Severus whispered a healing charm sealed all the wounds, but two, the artery leading to his brain and the one that was the shortest distance to his heart. Lucius’ blood had been transferred still preserved to a large vessel and was be fed to straight to his heart. While his own blood, was being pumped into his brain, eventually they would mix and change Draco.

It took a few minutes before any change happened; his body seemed to change size becoming smaller for a moment. Then his eyes went almost a deeper shade of grey that bordered on black. His hair also darkened for a heartbeat. Then it all returned to normal, Lucius’ colouring had remained. Draco was still blonde and silver eyed, but his magic was stronger.

Severus heard Draco take a strong deep breath, and seemed to shake as if he would fall.

Lucius hugged him, “Our son…”

Severus whispered the words; our son…Draco was truly his…

He wished Lily could see him, that she’d been present when Lucius took him for his Bondmate. She’d have muttered, ‘Better late then never.’ He’d been fifteen when he’d lost his baby and nineteen when Draco was born. He’d loved this body since he’d held him and now he was truly his son. He held first a blood replenisher and then a Pepper Up potion to his son’s lips. “You’ll be alright Dragon.”

Draco smiled, “I know. You’d never let me be in danger.”

Not if he could help it, Severus thought. He’d fight to death to protect both Harry and Draco. He owed Lily that much…

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?

A/N: If I could have come up with a concept for Blood Adoption that didn't involve something resembled something like torture I would have. There is a reason that it is a frowned on practice especially for older children. Don't ask me why it's easier with younger children and infants. It's probably something inexplicable like infant circumcision versus adult circumcision.
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