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Golden Silence	By : Eskimita Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 36124 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 22
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters, nor do I make any money from the writing of this fanfiction. All credit goes to J.K. Rowling.

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September 2, 1991

Harry woke with a start, not sure where he was or why he was laying in a proper bed. The green curtains that surrounded him shifted and a blonde head poked through.

"Harry! Get up! If we don't get to the Great Hall then we won't have time for breakfast and to get our schedules."

Harry smiled as the memories from the day before rushed back into his mind. He was in a school to learn magic! And the other boy could hear his thoughts!

As soon as he remembered that Draco could hear his thoughts, something occurred to him and he pulled the blonde onto the bed with him so he could ask him questions. "Draco, yesterday you said something that I don't understand. I think I was in shock when it happened. What did you mean about a creature bond? Like snakes and lions or some other kind of creature? I'm human! I can't be a creature."

Draco laughed and stood up, pulling Harry from the warm covers. "You're in the magical world now, Harry, things are different. There are magical creatures that are human in appearance until they reach their majority and their true appearance is revealed. There are also creatures, like werewolves, who don't need their majority to transform, but they only transform during the full moon, the rest of the time they really aren't human. There are probably books in the library that we can read to explain more."

As he explained, Draco pulled his uniform on and grabbed Harry's uniform from his trunk, shoving it at the smaller boy. Harry got dressed automatically, trying to make sense of what Draco had just told him.

"You mean it's possible that I'm not a human? That I'm some sort of creature?" Draco nodded and Harry whimpered, mouthing the word 'freak' over and over again. Draco grabbed his face, forcing him to look up into silver eyes.

"Hey, in our world, creatures are proud of their heritage, except werewolves and that's because they're dangerous without Wolfsbane to control their urges. If you are a creature, you aren't a freak. You're amazing, no matter what you are."

Harry smiled at the other boy, not really believing him but he was unwilling to fight with his new friend. Instead, he grabbed his backpack and one of Draco's hands, pulling him to the common room and out the door.

They were met outside the Great Hall by Cedric, who looked relieved once he laid eyes on Harry. "Harry! How are you? How was your first night? Did you settle in okay?"

Harry beamed up at him, grabbing Cedris's hand and pulling both him and Draco into the Hall and to the end of the Slytherin table.

"Good morning Cedric. How are you this morning? Did you know that the headmaster isn't as good at reading minds as he thinks he is? He can't even hear the thoughts that I project like you, Draco, and Professor Snape can. Draco says there's might be some kind of bond like a creature bond, but we have to ask Professor Snape. You don't think that would make me a freak, do you?"

Harry looked up at Cedric with wide green eyes, not wanting his friendship to be rejected by the other boy. When Cedric squeezed his hand and smiled, he breathed a sigh of relief before releasing the other boys to stare at the food laid out on the table.

The trio ate their breakfast in silence, ignoring the stares and glares that they were receiving. When an older Slytherin approached and demanded that Cedric return to the Hufflepuff table, Draco sneered at him and held Cedric in place, not bowing to the demands of the older boy. Harry smiled at Draco in thanks, squeezing the hand that he still clasped under the table.

As breakfast drew to a close, Professor Snape approached the Slytherin table and started distributing timetables to the older snakes. When he finally came to the end of the table where Draco and Harry waited, Cedric had left to get his own schedule from his Head of House.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, here are your timetables. I would suggest that you are timely for each of your classes and do not procrastinate with your work. And Mr. Potter, just because you cannot communicate does not excuse you from your work. It would do you well to remember that you are nothing special, that no one truly cares that poor Potter can't speak." The professor swept away from them with a sneer on his face.

"Merlin, Harry! I've never seen Uncle Sev that mean to anyone. It must be because of your parents. Father tells me that Uncle Sev and your father hated each other when they were in school. Don't worry about what he said though. I won't let him continue to be mean to you. My Father will hear about this."

Harry nodded silently, not sure what to think about the professor who had shown no sign of liking him since the night before. Instead, he looked down at his timetable so that he could ask Draco where their first class was. Before he could think his question, Cedric approached them again, his own timetable in hand.

"Harry, what's your first class?" Harry handed him his timetable with a questioning look in his eye. "Oh, herbology! Professor Sprout teaches that. She'sHead of Hufflepuff. I halve Care of Magical Creatures first, so I can walk outside with you, if you like. Professor Kettleburn tends to have us meet him by the greenhouses anyhow."

Harry nodded his thanks and reached out to take Cedric's hand, looking over at Draco to see if he was planning on walking with them. Draco nodded at him and took his other hand, looking over his shoulder to direct two mammoth sized boys to follow them.

The trio walked out to the greenhouses, Cedric chatting the entire way. When they reached the greenhouses, Cedric pulled Harry aside and told Draco to wait inside for him. Once Draco had left, Cedric looked down at Harry.

"Harry, I want you to be careful today. Don't go anywhere without Draco or myself. Some of the other 'puffs overheard the Gryffindors plotting to try and get you alone so they can punish you for being a snake. Don't go near any of them, okay?"

Harry nodded and Cedric kissed his forehead before watching him walk into the greenhouse. Harry stopped at the door and smiled at his friend before joining Draco.

"What did Diggory want?"

"He told me to stay with you and not let any Gryffindors near me."

"As if I would let one of those losers near you. You don't need their type of friendship anyway. Gryffs are a stupid bunch, always rushing off into unknown situations without thinking. It's a miracle any of them live long enough to procreate."

Draco continued spouting stories about the stupidity and bullheadedness of Gryffindors the entire class. Even as he took notes, he would doodle a miniature Gryffindor on his paper and make it confront a herd of elephants, or try to slay a King Cobra. Harry just shook his head and thanked the Fates that he wasn't in the house of the lion. He didn't think he would like being separated from Draco like that.

When herbology finally ended, Harry breathed a sigh of relief and headed back to the castle. They had Transfigurations next and he didn't want to be late. The stern matron from last night was the teacher, and Harry feared her wrath if he wasn't in class on time.

When they entered the classroom, there was an old tabby cat sitting on the desk watching them. Harry stared into the cat's eyes and blinked. This cat looked far more intelligent than any of the cats that old Mrs. Figg kept at her house. As he slipped into his seat, Harry pondered the different reasons there were for a cat to look as though it had years of human life behind it, not just years of being a cat. The door chimed, signaling that class time had begun and still there was no sight of Professor McGonagall. The redhead from the day before wrenched open the door and sat down in a seat, a cocky smile on his face at having beaten the Professor.

Before Ron could open his mouth to brag, the cat jumped off the desk and morphed, becoming the Transfigurations Professor. Harry could hear the redhead cursing under his breath.

"That will be five points from Gryffindor, Mr. Weasley, for tardiness. And another five for such foul language." she turned back to the rest of the class and flicked her wand at the board before launching into her lecture. "Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts. Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."*

Harry watched as she turned here desk into a pig and back into a desk again. He wanted to learn that. Everything she spoke to them about, he wrote down on his parchment, his quill scratching the surface constantly. When they were instructed to transfigured a match into a needle, Harry happily pulled out his wand and imitated the movement that he had seen the Professor make in her demonstration. His first attempt failed, but on his second try, Harry was delighted to see his match become a perfect sewing needle. He made a strangled noise in his excitement, the only sound he was capable of producing. Hearing the noise, Professor McGonagall approached his table and examined his work.

"Very well done, Mr. Potter. I do believe that five points to Slytherin will suffice to reward you and encourage progress in your classmates."

Harry beamed, and spent the rest of the class mentally aiding Draco with his match. After two hours, they finally left the room for the Great Hall and lunch.

At lunch, Harry was reminded of something Draco had said that morning and looked over at his blonde friend.

"Draco, why did you call Professor Snape 'Uncle Sev' this morning? Is he related to you?"

Draco laughed and shook his head. "Professor Snape is my godfather. If something happens to my parents, I'll go live with him. He's been in my life for as long as I can remember."

Harry nodded to show that he understood before turning back to his food.

After lunch, Harry and Draco went to Defense Against the Dark Arts, hands clasped together. Harry wasn't sure why students needed to learn how to fight, but when he asked Draco, the blonde told him that he would explain later, so Harry had no choice but to wait.

The defense professor was a peculiar man with a bad habit of stuttering and a smelly turban on his head. Immediately, Harry decided that this man made him extremely uncomfortable and he didn't like him. The progression of class just served to further that decision. The man stared at Harry like he was the treacle tart they'd had for dessert the night before. Without realizing it, Harry reached out under the desk and grasped Draco's hand in his, drawing comfort from the way the blonde ran his thumb across the back of Harry's hand. When the door chimed, Harry took off towards the dungeons and the Potions lab, he couldn't get there soon enough.

Harry and Draco sat at their bench silently as Professor Snape called their names. When he came to Harry's name, he sneered, causing the other Slytherins to wiggle in discomfort. Professor Snape wasn't mean to Slytherin like he was to the other houses. That was common knowledge. To hear him insulting the intelligence of a fellow snake made them extremely uncomfortable.

Harry took notes throughout the class, looking over at Draco's notes to make sure that he didn't miss anything. Even though Professor Snape had insulted him the entire time they were in the classroom, Harry was determined to learn from the man. He would not allow a childhood hatred of his father to affect his own opinion of the teacher. For all he knew, his father could be like Uncle Vernon, who was the worst sort of human ever. Harry would not presume to know what a dead man was like.

Finally, Potions ended and students began to file out of the classroom in twos. Harry and Draco stayed put, intent on asking the Professor about why some people could hear Harry think. Draco, already upset with his godfather, refused to wait patiently. He hopped off his seat and strode to the front of the room, glaring up at Snape.

"Your treatment of Harry in class today was uncalled for, Professor. You know as well as I that the boy has yet to have a chance at learning without risking life and limb. You know what his Muggles did to him, must you attempt to reaffirm the damage they have done? I won't stand for it, and neither will Father. Now, Harry and I have some questions for you to answer."

*Direct quote from chapter eight of Philosephor's Stone

*Harry's schedule is as follows:

Monday, Wednesday, Friday
- Herbology
- Double Transfiguration
- Lunch
- Defense Against the Dark Arts
- Double Potions
Tuesday, Thursday
- History of Magic
- Charms
Astronomy Wednesday nights
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