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The Howling	By : DamagedRose Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3221 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Beginning Note:

Beta'd by djaddict.

After this, I will update on Monday each week.

I do not own anything regarding J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter universe. No profit is being made, and this is for fun only. All rights reserved to J.K. Rowling & Co.

Chapter Three - The Inheritance

A bathroom break and kitchen raid later found Harry back in his room sitting at the head of his bed, Ron at the foot, and a myriad of Molly’s food spread out between them. Strangely, the house was pretty silent and empty. Ron had said that everyone was pretty much back at the Burrow; those who were not working, at least. It was Ron’s watch duty right now, which was why he was here.

“Life goes on, you know? Plus, Snape said you were fine, and apparently people are all over trusting him now he’s given up spying.” He gave a general shrug of his shoulders and went about pulling apart a biscuit that steamed as if it had just been baked. Oh, the wonders of magic.

“I can’t believe how much has been going on while I was with the Drusley’s, and now this...” he motioned to himself and shook his head. He then glared at the long black rope of hair that was really bloody annoying to have. “Remind me to have someone cut this thing off,” he groused, very displeased with it. He was no bloody ponce to put up with such long bloody hair.

Ron snickered. “Come on, mate. You look very pretty with that hair. Bet you’ll have a whole line of male suitors.” He chuckled and ducked a grape being thrown his way.

“You’re a horrible friend.”

“Well, then, I guess I won't tell you about what’s going on with your pointy ears there.” Ron grinned as Harry frowned in his direction.

“Fine. You’re not a horrible friend. Now get on with it.”

Picking up his own biscuit, he tore it open and drizzled it with a healthy amount of honey as Ron settled in for whatever grand explanation he had.

“Well, some wizarding families somewhere down the line had children with other magical creatures, mostly among the Fae. Like Veela, they’re Fae.” Harry nodded as Ron spoke. Ok, he knew Veela bred with humans. There was Fleur, after all. “Well, there is a whole lot more than just Veela. Or, there were more. But not all their kids would end up Fae, and the ones that were just normal witches and wizards would still carry that...” his face screwed up as he tried to think.

Harry grinned and swallowed the honey covered biscuit bit in his mouth. “Gene,” he supplied.

“Yeah, gene. So every so often, when a kid turns seventeen, their Magical Inheritance... thing triggers, and they become Fae. And... wham, Creature Inheritance.”

“So, you’re saying Dad had faery blood in him? Don’t you think that is something I should have been told before now? ‘Hey Harry, just so you know, when you turn seventeen you might get pointy ears and long arse hair.’” Ron thought that was funny and laughed until he caught HArry’s very unamused glare.

“Yeah, well, its a bit of a surprise. No one knew, and no one has any clue if it came from your mum or dad. Even Dumbledore had no knowledge about it, and that’s saying something. The old man knows everything.” Harry rolled his eyes as Ron accompanied his words with an arching arm motion.

“Yeah, well, anyway. So, there are different Fae races. There are the demi-fae, like House Elves. They can’t reproduce with witches, wizards, humans or any of the other fae. A bloody relief, that. Then there are the other Fae. There are the Sidhe.” Pausing, Ron pulled out his wand and spelled the word out in sparkling trails of magic. “They are like elves in muggle fiction.”

Harry gave Ron a look that clearly said he was shocked at the reference.

“Hermione,” he said with a lopsided grin, though Harry could not help but notice something a bit off with it. Not that he had a chance to mull over it. “Then there are Elementals, Beansidhe - proper Beansidhe’s,” another one spelled into the air, “and Nymphs, Dwarves, Goblins, Gnomes, Veela...” Harry nodded, though he was pretty sure he was not going to be able to remember all of that.

“You, mate, are a Sidhe now.” Ron sat back and popped a few grapes into his mouth, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

Harry took a moment, licking the sticky honey off his fingers as he let this all sink in. “So... I’m an elf. And how the hell do you even know all this? Has Hermione possessed you?”

Ron rolled his eyes, though Harry noticed a bit of his smugness left him. “This information isn’t really listed in general reading for witches and wizards anymore, because the Fae don’t usually mingle with muggles, and Fae Inheritances have begun to decline in recent generations. Plus, I’m in a unique position to know all of this.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed at his best friend as Ron shifted in his seat and looked at the food between them, obviously trying to avoid saying something. “Ron... what do you mean?”

Ron sighed. “There is a reason why mum and dad have all of use while other pureblood families only get one or two kids. That is because both mum and dad have strong Fae blood, but never changed. Boosts fertility, or something.” He made a funny face then. “And, well...” He shrugged a bit. “When I got sick on my birthday? It was really me getting my inheritance.” ron looked up at Harry then. “I’m Fae, Harry. An Elemental, like my brothers. Well, except Percy. He’s not, and a bit sore about it...”

“Wait! You’re telling me that you and everyone else in your family are Fae?” Harry was leaning toward Ron, and incredulous look on his face.

Ron held up his hands, eyes wide. “No, just me, George, Fred, Charlie and Bill. Well, Gin, might, but we won’t know until next year...”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Ron shifted a bit again. Harry could tell that he was finding this difficult, but he didn’t care. He felt a bit cheated that his best friend hadn’t told him any of this.

“We promised mum we wouldn’t leave until everyone of use reached majority, and then go together. Then the war started up, and there was no way I was going to leave you guys even if it did happen, so I thought I had time. Then things with Hermione...

“Harry, we have this bit of glamor we can do. A spell that makes us look human, and it is powerful. It will allow our glamor to age as a human pace while we stay the same. Many Fae do this when they have a human family, so they can stay with their family. I... I was going to stay behind. I was going to do that, to be with Hermione, and stick around. I wasn’t going to leave.”

Something about Ron’s words clicked in his head then. “‘Leave’ ‘wasn’t’, what the bloody hell are you saying?”

Ron finally met Harry’s eyes, and he no longer looked good natured and teasing. He looked, well, heartbroken. “A long time ago, the Fae left for a different world. Muggles, witches and wizards got too greedy, bloody and fearful. They felt they could no longer live among them, so they used their magic to leave and find a new home. But they have people, Guardians, that come back here and find the newly awoken and give them the choice to go home. Some wait, if they have human families, most don’t. I was going to stay and be with Hermione but... I don’t know if she wants me now.”

Alright, so there being a whole other world out there with mythical beings would take some processing, but that could wait. What could not wait was the fact his best friend was obviously in pain. So he focused on the one thing he could, at that point, work with.

“What do you mean? Hermione not want you? Ron, she bloody well loves you. All those letter she wrote me over the summer, all the dancing around each other you two have been doing. How can you think she wouldn’t want you?”

Harry watched as his friend got up and walked across the room. “I told her. With you like you were, I had to tell her. And... I showed her, because she didn’t believe me, so I dropped the glamor for her to see and showed her. She said something about how she didn’t think she could live a lie, and not wanting me to hide myself, and a bunch of other things. She’s been staying at the Burrow.”

There was something in how Ron said those words that had Harry’s eyes straying to the other bed in the room. Unmade, slept on. Clothing still in the drawers from what he could tell, Ron’s trunk nearby, the perch for Pig. “You’re not just on duty for right now, are you? You’ve been staying here, haven’t you?”

“Yeah.” Ron was now at the window, looking out. “She said she needed space, so I’m giving it to her.”

Harry nodded, though Ron could not see, standing as he was. And, really, the was the extent with how comfortable he felt digging into the relationship of his two friends, and he was fairly certain it would be the same for Ron. So Harry did what he thought was best for the situation and changed the subject.

“So... you look different? Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to show me?”

Turning back around, Ron smiled, and Harry felt relief wash over him. Distractions, they were always good.

Ending Note:

So a lot was mentioned here! However, I will only give you a snippet regarding one of the Races mentioned.

Beansidhe - pron; Banshee. They are highly coveted Fae in the world of the Fae. Rarely born, and always only female. They are fore-tellers of Death among the family, Clan and Realm they claim as their own. However, it is a dangerous gift, as mass deaths can severely weaken or even kill the Beansidhe who foretells it.

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