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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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AN- I know that my story has a lot of Typo's and spelling errors and things. These first chapters where written quite a long time ago, almost a year ago now I think and I didn't have a Beta or an Editor back then. I promise that the chapters get better, please bare with me and my Dyslexia.

If you see a spelling error, or mistake please by all means point it out so that I can fix it, as I cannot see them myself. (especially when my computer can't even catch the mistakes the stupid thing. So much for technology being the greatest thing ever.)

thank you for your patience. I hope to have all the chapters I have posted on FF.net up soon. There is, so far, 31. it will take a while due to limited time, and even more limited internet.

Please enjoy the Chapter^^

Heir to the Throne

Chapter 3

Discoveries

Harry sighed softly, curling into his bed, tears streaming down his face from yet another nightmare. Despite his late night he had only gotten two, maybe three hours of sleep and they had been riddled with vivid nightmares that had left Harry screaming. If it hadn't been for silencing spells around Harry's bed the room would have been woken.

He sighed and ran his clammy, shaking hands through his sweat soaked hair gripping it tightly and shuddering as the sharp pains prickled his scalp. Swallowing hard as the images rose unbidden in his mind again and Harry gagged as he watched Lupin's innards spill out across his own hands. He watched as Lupin, with a tortured look of realization on his face, met the smirking glare of his betrayer just before he collapsed and died.

Harry gagged and raced for the bathroom, bile quickly began to rise in his throat. He heaved almost painfully, nothing coming up but bile and water as he had not eaten the day before. Shaking his head as he stumbled to his feet to rinse his mouth, ignoring Tom's presence in the back of his mind.

'Are you alright Harry?' Tom asked hesitantly and Harry nodded knowing that Tom would feel it.

'yeah, I'm a'right. Just remembering that Fat Pig that gutted Lupin is all.' Harry thought back as he brushed his teeth to free his mouth of the taste of his own bile.

'how did Lupin die anyway?' Tom asked hesitantly. Harry had never explained that scenario and none of his people had done it, so Tom was completely in the dark. Harry sighed a little and shuddered shaking his head.

'I dunno Tom, you tell me.' Harry bit out glaring at Tom hard through their connection blinking when Tom felt more indignant than anything else.

'You know me better than that. If I'd had your Lupin killed I'd own up to it.' Tom had a point so Harry sighed and nodded accepting that Tom was telling the truth. Tom had yet to lie to him and it was true he'd have owned up to Lupin's murder if it was really his fault.

'Some pig from the Order gutted him like he was a fresh kill...” Harry murmured mostly to himself rather than Tom who felt shocked.

'what do you mean someone from the ORDER killed him? I thought you guys where all about helping and protecting each other?'

'we were at the ministry.' he explained swallowing hard again. 'Lupin was across the room fighting some Death Eaters, Lucius I think.' Harry paused and closed his eyes remembering the room, the screams as people where wounded and fell. 'Lupin had turned, I remember the pride in his eyes as his opponent ran off...'

'I was standing next to Sirius, Lupin turned to face a man. He was from the order that much I know. Lupin said something, I didn't hear it. There was a pause, a long one as the man spoke, fat man, very fat I remember he had a double chin.' Harry swallowed hard again closing his eyes.

'The man tossed his wand...I don't know the spell, it was nonverbal but it was like a blade had swiped across his belly. Lupin looked, horrified, and shocked and betrayed and he...turned and looked at me and Lupin nodded like he was trying to pass on a message. He'd looked so...so afraid. Not for himself but for me, or Sirius or maybe both of us.'

'I can still see the fat bastards smug little smirk as Lupin fell to his knees and his..his insides....' Harry heaved once more bending over the loo to spill what was left in his stomach, which was little more than a thimbleful of bile, Harry's tears landing with little splashes into the basin. Tom 'feeling' utterly shocked at the sudden story.

Harry sighed a little and shook his head 'I don't know why someone from the Order would kill Lupin. The fat pig ran off so none of us can ask him... Dumbledore's looking but he's not finding anything.' Harry snorted a little. 'I feel most sorry for Fenrir.'

'Fenrir? Why Fenrir? He's one of mine.' Tom stated scowling a little.

'no he's neutral and I know you know that Tom. He and Lupin where mated. Fenrir wasn't a monster he just took the blame for all the accidental bites his clan gave out. Lupin is the only person he's bitten.' Harry wrinkled his nose. He could easily remember how playful Fenrir really was. Like an overgrown puppy really.

Harry chuckled a little to himself and at Tom's silent question. Harry opened up a few memories for Tom to explore. All of them were of Fenrir and Lupin when they thought no one else was looking. Harry smiled as he watched an overly cuddly Fenrir and Lupin snuggled on the couch of Lupin's hidden house. Fenrir feeding Lupin strawberries and murmuring affectionate things into the ex teachers ears making Lupin laugh.

Harry chuckled and opened a more amusing one, the first time he'd met Fenrir actually. The man had been standing naked in Lupin's kitchen and Harry had popped by unexpectedly to talk about this crush he'd had on another boy, which was freaking him out far more then Fenrir was.

Fenrir had dropped to all fours and snarled viciously and Harry turned, gaping as he swallowed hard reacting before he'd even thought about it and smacked the werewolf across the nose with a rolled up newspaper.

They stared at each other, OK so it was more like gaping at each other when Lupin, who had witnessed the entire thing from the doorway began to laugh and try to explain everything to the shell shocked Harry through his laughter.

He remembered another time when He had stopped by while Lupin was at work and he and Fenrir just stared at each other from across the room. Harry had started the conversation and Fenrir had nervously cracked a stupid joke, something along the lines of. 'why did the chicken cross the road? Because the werewolf was trying to eat it, duh.' When Lupin came home Fenrir was showing Harry Lupin's embarrassing baby pictures and unearthing his own. Fenrir had been the ugliest damn baby Harry had ever seen.

Harry had even witnessed Fenrir chasing a laser around courtesy of Lupin, slapping at it and growling as Harry stifled his laughter hidden behind the doorway so that the easily mortified werewolf wouldn't find him. Of course Fenrir had never seen a laser light before so he couldn't really blame the poor man.

Harry chuckled and sighed shaking his head swallowing hard as the unwanted memory of his nightmare sprung up and he closed off his memories to Tom once again, as he spit out the toothpaste and rinsed his mouth.

'something is still bothering you?' Tom guessed and Harry nodded setting his toothbrush down. He got dressed and headed out of the portrait hole to wander the halls.

'well, I'm really good at Occlumency right? So why cant I stop these bad dreams?' Harry wondered biting his lip a little as he passed a small statue that watched him pass.

'because Occlumency is the art of protecting your mind from others. Your dreams come from inside of your own mind. If you wanted to stop them I'd suggest learning Legilimency. And even then I'd say don't because your dreams are important.' Tom explained with a shrug.

'important? How so?' Harry demanded scowling a little scowling harder as Tom chuckled.

'they're a way for your subconscious to deal with all the traumatic events you've seen since you wont dealing with them consciously. If you continue to block them off you'll go crazy.'

'how do you know that?' Harry demanded suspiciously.

'it happened to me' Tom admitted shaking his head. 'I went through something very traumatic and instead of dealing with it I locked it away and never dealt with it. That's why the Horcrux were born. I was terrified of death. By the time I over came my insanity it was too late.' Harry had stopped in the middle of the hallway to gape. He was lucky no one was around.

'so you, you're not trying to take over the world?' Harry wondered.

'Although still my goal, most of it was part of my insanity yes' Tom admitted. 'if you want the dreams to stop you'll have to deal with the trauma.'

'and how do I do that?' Harry demanded getting annoyed now. He hated how right Tom sounded and how he was once again trying to fool him into thinking he was a good guy. Well Harry wouldn't fall for it.

'You have to talk to someone about it.' Tom stated shaking his head.

'and have the entire story pasted over the next front page? I think not!' Harry stated with a growl.

'write it down in a journal then. Just getting it out can help.'

'again, it would be spread across the front page of whatever newspaper pays the most for it. I can't risk it. I'll deal with it another way.'

'oh yes? How?' Tom demanded and Harry could feel the other mans mocking amusement and Harry snarled bashing his mind into Tom's in the equivalent of a hard punch into the shoulder. He decided to ignore him as he headed towards the large painting of the forbidden forest in one of the many unused wings of the castle.

It had initially attracted Harry because the painting was really very well done, but also because it was covered with a glamor. Harry hadn't believed his amazement when he'd literally seen through the glamor. Something he hadn't realized that he could do. He certainly hadn't been able to a year ago. He'd seen the door behind the painting like as if he had X-ray vision and it had freaked himself out so bad that he'd run away from the door like it was trying to kill him.

He'd decided last night to go in and explore what was behind the door, he'd promised himself not to get into trouble but his insatiable curiosity was killing him so he just had to go and explore it. Especially since someone had gone to great lengths to hide the door, so what could be behind it.

'Be careful Harry.' Tom advised and Harry scowled a little.

'shut up Tom I know what I'm doing.' Harry bitched at the other gently slipping behind the painting and towards the door creaking it open nervously. He couldn't have another first year moment where he walked right into Fluffy the three headed dog. Ugh.

He paused and blinked walking in the rest of the way when he realized he'd stepped into what looked like a common room, a very abandoned common room. The couches and fluffy chairs were old and rotting, the fireplace clogged and dust lingering all over everything making Harry sneeze hard shaking his head hard to clear his vision. What had he just found?

He raised his wand giving it a flick, not bothering with words. He had easily mastered wordless magic when he'd started learning at the Dursley's. Wandless too, as the ministry couldn't track either. The room burst into light as Harry made a glowing orb to float above his head throwing everything into view, even as he winced as his Wand unleashed a massive squeal. He kept forgetting that it had been damaged at the battle at the ministry, it always unleashed horrific noises when he used it.

There where four staircases leading straight up and Harry realized that this must be the area that led into the four towers in the middle of the castle that no one had ever seemed to have been in. He swallowed hard, nervous now as he looked at a still painting of the four founders. He'd never seen any pictures of them as a group before. There where none in the castle.

'try a staircase Harry.' Tom piped up suddenly and Harry scowled. As much as the other annoyed him he was rather grateful for the company. Usually he and Ron did this sort of thing, but harry didn't feel like putting up with Ron right then.

'shut up Tom.' Harry ordered glancing at the staircases, made of stone.

'and lock the entrance.' Tom stated with a snicker.

Harry sighed gritting his teeth, but he turned and flicked his wand at the entrance locking it with a spell. He grimaced as his wand let out a strange sort of keening sound and he groaned a little shaking his head. He wasn't sure what was happening to it. He needed to get into Ollivander's so he could get a look at his poor phoenix feather wand.

'It's not Ollivander's you need Harry.' Tom said simply, as if he was trying to piss Harry off.

'I thought I told you to shut up!?' Harry snarled scowling hard as he directed the little ball of light into an alcove which proved to hold nothing more than books, which Harry promised himself to look at later. They looked old, very old.

'try the stairs on your right.' Tom ordered and Harry slammed his mind into Tom's to give the other a good sized migraine before shoving him out, cussing at him in parseltongue. He sent his little glowing orb up the staircase directly to the left summoned his courage and followed it up.

The circular stairway went on forever it seemed as he moved up and up into a dead end that led directly into a life sized portrait of Gordric Gryffindor. Harry was nearly floored at how handsome the man was with flaming red hair and golden eyes that where glaring down at him.

“Well it's about time someone's found us!” the man grumbled with a gruff attitude that Harry would have expected of Salazar Slytherin. “Well don't just sit there! Tell us your name then!” the man complained and Harry jumped.

“H..Harry Potter Sir...” he whispered wide eyed and the man snorted a little.

“A Potter eh? Well how about that. So you're the one that Dumbledore believes everyone thinks is supposed to kill the so called Dark lord are you?” he asked running a finger through his fire red beard. “Yes, Dumbledore's tried very hard to hide this place but the one person he never wanted to find us, found us indeed! I shouldn't be surprised.”

“U..Us? What is this place?' Harry finally asked and Gordric smirked.

“This is the Founders Original Living Quarters.”

“Why would Dumbledore hide this place? I don't understand.” he muttered his gut sinking. He had always looked up to Gordric Gryffindor, more so than anyone else, even more so that Dumbledore having read all about the amazing man, courtesy of Hermione. And it was said the man had never lied.

“I can't tell you Mr. Potter. Dumbledore put a silence charm on me mingled with a secrecy spell. I cannot speak of certain things or nothing at all comes out. It's quite annoying. We cannot even speak of it to each other.”

“It can't be that bad...what he's done?” Harry asked hopefully and Gordric snarled.

“If I could wrap my hands around that mans neck I'd wring it!” the man spat his golden eyes flashing with fury. “His Sins span so many layers he won't even be welcome in Hell!” he spat Harry gaping at him.

“B...But Dumbledore is..”

“A lying, cheating, manipulative bastard!” Gordric interrupted him and Harry beginning to panic, turned and fled down the stairs. Who did he believe? Tom and Gordric or Dumbledore? He didn't know anymore.

He flopped down onto one of the couches, wincing as a plume of dust rose from the old timeworn couch but but relieved when it held. He had to think about this from an impersonal view. He'd start with year one and work his way up picking out everything he could.

“Alright.” he mumbled softly. “year one, I faced Tom, no...first I nearly died on the Quidditch field. Snape saved me from Quirrell. Dumbledore didn't have anything really to do with that...faced a troll.... who would let someone near the school with a troll?

He left, I, Ron, and Hermione faced the seven challenges. Faced Tom and the Sorcerers Stone was destroyed...I think. OK, nothing odd there. Let's see... second year. Second year I heard the basilisk walking through the walls. Er, slithering. No sign of Dumbledore nearly all year. Faced Tom's memory. Almost died...again...” or had he?

Now that Harry thought about it, the first year Tom had most definitely tried to kill him, but coming 'back to life' caused insanity. So he couldn't really blame the man for that one. The memory of Tom from the diary had seemed more interested in talking than killing and had only ordered the basilisk to attack because Harry had insulted him. Or his future him anyway.

“o..okay Third year. No Tom in that one. Just S...” he couldn't bring himself to even say Sirius's name. “again, very little Dumbledore even though...Sirius was in my room right next to me. Dumbledore didn't try at all to explain anything and even gave us the go ahead to save Sirius. He refused to explain anything to me.” he felt himself sinking more and more.

“Fourth year. Dumbledore was no help at all in fact I didn't even see him until the end of the year. Tom again seemed more interested in talking, made a show of naming each and every Death Eater too. Wormtail killed Cedric...not Tom. And he let me go.” he swallowed hard.

“Dumbledore let the fake Moody get off with me. And now that I think about it...he seemed displeased that Crouch Jr had been knocked out...he wouldn't explain anything at all to me then either...” he shuddered hiding his head in his hands. This wasn't going well. Now that he had picked through it all...it really did seem like he was...lying to Harry and manipulating him.

“F...Fifth year. Voldemort's in my head. He ignores my pleas to be rescued from the Dursley's. Refuses to allow my friends to write to me. A Dementor attacks me. He shows up at my trial but avoids me all year. Allows Snape to torment me...and STILL tells me nothing! Not to mention that fat PIG Umbridge!'” he took in a shaky breath.

He tensed and his heart raced and he fought to catch his breath suddenly remembering. It had not been Bellatrix who had tossed Sirius into the veil. Moody had blasted Sirius as soon as he had seen Sirius trying to talk to Harry, trying to tell Harry something important.

“oh..oh my god!” he sobbed slamming his head into his knees and letting out a loud scream of rage. Rage at Dumbledore and his conniving ways. He stayed in that dusty musty room for hours upon hours before finally calming himself enough to go to bed.

He moved slowly through the halls sobbing lightly and shaking his head. His journey back to Gryffindor Tower was slow, but steady as he marched to his new mantra "never trust Dumbledore again, never trust Dumbledore again.” As he passed through the empty common room and up to the dorm. He froze when he saw that his bed curtains were pulled away. He immediately feared for the book on Seraphim that hidden under his pillow. Before freezing again staring at the plant hanging over the head of his bed. It long pretty vines curled around each other laced with dark purple flowers.

He approached his bed cautiously avoiding touching any part of the floral as he reached under his pillow and pulled out the book of Seraphim, completely untouched and unharmed before he pulled out his wand and prodded the plant with the tip. When it did nothing he took the note from on top of the plant which simply said 'From your Seraphim, Sleeping Lavender.' Harry with a sense of recognition, quickly dug his Herbology book from his back pack and cast a silent 'lumos'.

“Sleeping Lavender is a rare plant, often used in dreamless sleep potions. The original healthy plant will cause your sleep to be dreamless if it is laid over your head while you sleep.” he whispered to himself staring from picture to plant and back and forth until he was completely certain that it was indeed a Sleeping Lavender on his bed.

He hesitatingly crawled into bed, deciding to trust this Seraphim and closed his eyes, falling asleep with a small smile. So he was really being courted by a Seraphim. Harry felt warm all of a sudden, he felt cared for, cared about, almost loved. No, he did feel loved. He had never gotten such a gift before, something he'd actually needed. As if the Saraphim knew Harry was having nightmares and wanted to make him feel better. The love from the Seraphim was much appreciated and it lessened the shock pain of Dumbledore's betrayal.

“I will never trust Dumbledore again.” harry whispered to himself as he crawled into his bed, un-cast the lumos from his wand and stroked the soft petals of the lavender. “never again.”
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