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Blood Filled Chalice	By : Blackkitten23 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 50896 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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Chapter List
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(I’m thinking)
“I’m speaking”
Pairing: Yaoi M/M, Harem – top Harry x bottoms Fred / George / Albus / Gellert / Severus / Tom (TMR)
Last Time:
All the tiny pieces piled into Harry’s palm and he blew them out of the open window … each piece turned into a butterfly as it left Harry’s palm making a beautiful swarm of shimmering butterflies flying across the moonlit sky …
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James woke up early this morning and sat in his boxers on the side of his bed with his face in his hands. After several seconds he stood up with a sigh “what the hell do I do? Harry wasn’t supposed to have any magic and yet … he’s here”
Squibs were people born without magic despite coming from a magical family. Having a squib was a blemish on a magical family’s honor so when even at nearly six years old Harry had yet to show any sign of magic labeling him as a squib it just made sense to get rid of him. Lily wholeheartedly agreed and it made sense because she had a terrible relationship with her muggle sister due to jealously over magic. They were considering ways to get rid of Harry when they just happen to lose him somewhere in Hogwarts on one visit. It was perfect! Harry was gone!
Then it all came crumbling down when that stupid half giant found the brat and tried to give him back! Lily just said to answer and say the kid was confused, which might have worked because no one remembers Harry thanks to all that attention Michael gets for being the ‘Boy Who Lived’. Unfortunately they realized Hagrid may report it so James only kept making empty promises hoping the half giant would give up after a while. Eventually James stopped responding to the groundskeeper and planned to convince the fool that there was a big mistake and that their son was returned so Hagrid would think he had the wrong kid.
Really they could’ve killed the weak twin and no one would’ve noticed or cared, but they weren’t monsters. Of course even if someone did notice that the boy was missing they planned to say Harry got sicker and died. He doesn’t now, but back then he did look rather pale compared to his brother and always seemed hungry for some reason even when he was given plenty of food. No one would blame them for wanting to keep such a loss private …
“we aren’t monsters” James mumbled as he looked in the mirror. That was easy to say, but he couldn’t believe it. All he could think about was that sixth birthday …
Neither he nor Lily expected Harry to floo back home! They were both pissed and … they lashed out. He didn’t think much about it when he raised his wand and cast the cutting curse. He just wanted the brat to get the hint and leave. James never realized the full extent of the injuries since little Harry was partially obscured by a chair that fell on him when the cutting curse went through the tiny wrist. When James returned during the party and found some blood on the kitchen floor, but no Harry so he just figured the brat flooed away.
“what am I going to tell Lily?” he wondered as he finished his morning routine and left to the Great Hall. Even though he discovered Harry was magical at the Hogwarts Welcoming Feast over a day ago he hasn’t found the courage to tell his wife yet. What was he supposed to say? ‘oh honey guess what … that boy we abandoned because he was a squib is a student at Hogwarts. That’s right he wasn’t a squib and we potentially destroyed our reputation by abandoning a magical child’. Suffice to say it that would not go well. Thinking he can fix this to some extent before she gets involved will help everything along is the flimsy belief he’s sticking with.
After shooting the Slytherin professors a condescending scowl he sat down in his seat. With a quick wave to Michael he focused in on the dark red haired son and scowled ss he noticed the slimy Slytherins were sitting close to Harry again. Those bastards were only trying to mess with his son! Someone must’ve threatened Harry into declining the resorting just so they could torment him. After all Harry wouldn’t decline a chance to be with his brother unless he was scared. … It soon won’t matter though. The first flying class is soon and he will finally get to talk to Harry. Soon this will be fixed and those slimy snakes will pay! …
During the Potter’s frantic thoughts he never noticed Hagrid eyeing him suspiciously. James made the mistake of assuming that the half giant couldn’t take care of a child for long and that Harry was cared for by someone else, but that was a foolish mistake. Just because Hagrid was so relentless in his attempts to return Harry doesn’t mean he is unable to care for a child and just because Hagrid never contacted the Potters again didn’t mean he wasn’t caring for the boy. He was and if anything Hagrid was the best parent for the growing creature …
James smirked as he finished breakfast and took off for the flying field where he set up a set of broomsticks. He waited impatiently for his students to come and to his amazement Harry was the first to appear “Harry, you’re here! That was fast! You have a great feel for where everything is I see. You’re just like me when I was your age. I even had an enchanted map of all the hidden passages … though I can’t recall where I put it” James babbled in a sad attempt to break the ice with his son.
(only half actually) Harry mentally corrected as he recalled what the full map looked like. None of the shortcuts or hidden rooms he used to get to his classes were on the map so it wasn’t useful to him. Although Harry did wonder why the hell the fool didn’t just make another map. If a student could do it surely he could now or did he take it from someone … James was a bully “a real shame professor. It sounds interesting” Harry said politely, but at the same time making it clear he had no interest what so ever. He decided to create a better version of his own map over the weekend.
The flying instructor gulped nervously “err… Harry I would like to talk with you during the weekend if that’s ok … it can be when Michael is at one of his detentions if you want”
A soft smile crept on to Harry’s lips as he ran his fingers through his hair “I understand Professor Potter. You seem to like to cut straight to the heart of the matter, don’t you?” Harry bent his wrist just enough to reveal the scar under the cuff of the glove …
All of the color drained from James’s face as he looked at the scar. In that moment he realized that this would be harder than he expected. It wasn’t until the other excited students came onto the field and Harry put his hand down that he focused on his class … which included Michael this time “ok first we need to get your brooms to respond to you. Everyone stand next to a broom, place your hand over your broom and say ’up’ with confidence” he chuckled halfheartedly as several students had trouble. No surprise that Michael’s broom flew up into his hand without trouble. Draco and Blaise soon followed, but Harry wasn’t even bothering “umm … Harry you need to try to get the broom to respond”
Harry shot the professor a devilish smirk that made James gulp nervously “I’ll cut straight to it then professor” the creature said with a seductive hint in his tone and James flinched as he heard the word ‘cut’ again. All he did was hold his hand out and the broom almost eagerly shot up into his hand … no words or orders passed Harry’s lips … only a smirk “do I meet your expectations Professor Potter?” Harry asked as everyone just stared at him in a shocked silence.
“… y-yes … well err … lets get in the air” James chuckled nervously as he pulled out his whistle eager for a change of subject. One by one each student floated up into the air. The professor never let more than three people up at one time. The Slytherins noticed that Harry took every chance he could to say the word ‘cut’ and that it seemed to bother the professor. Of course all the Gryffindors didn’t see it, but something was weird about how Harry spoke to his father. There wasn’t much time to ponder it though since the bell rang and class was dismissed.
The young creature slightly side stepped Michael who tried to shove his way passed him. Michael just ended up tripping and falling on his face, but though his back was to the downed twin Harry could feel those eyes trying to burn holes into his back. So he was good on a broom, big deal. Michael doesn’t have to throw a hissy fit over it.
“Herbology … this’ll be annoying” Harry sighed as he continued onto to Herbology. Good thing was the kind old Mrs. Sprout understood about his need to wear gloves, which was a huge relief. The problem came when he realized the class would start in the very bright sunlit greenhouse. His sensitive eyes were nearly blinded … oh and Michael arrived late again …
Mrs. Sprout was just about to show them the difference between two types of mandrake leaves when the arrogant twin sauntered in “Michael Potter you had better have a good reason for being so late”
Michael shrugged “got lost” Harry cocked an eyebrow at that excuse and noticed Michael didn’t produce a pass when asked to earning another detention to the collection. Apparently James forgot to resupply Michael with fake passes.
“who cares about stupid plants anyway?” Michael huffed as he plopped down next to Ron. He glared at his red haired twin’s back as the class continued. It pissed him off that Harry hasn’t even bothered trying talking to him yet. Who wouldn’t want the ‘Boy Who Lived’ as a brother? And further more why was the former Potter reject so much better at flying? Michael even had a better broom, but it wouldn’t respond or move like Harry’s standard school broom. The guy didn’t even have magic for the first six years of life and now he thinks he’s a big shot! It pissed him off!
The class went on without a problem and now it was time for lunch. However there was a strangely annoying vibe in the air. Was it because all of the other Slytherins were casting subtle glances at him or because James was yelling across the Great Hall that he should eat with his brother? …
It was definitely the second one …
Harry pretended not to hear the idiot and just kept eating his meal. Unfortunately this seemed to piss off Michael further who was taking this far too personally. He ignored it all to the best of his abilities though his patience was becoming quite thin as the day went by. Next came muggle studies so after lunch he headed over to that class and took an isolated seat even if the Slytherins were becoming more docile for some reason. He just hoped they realized that he wouldn’t treat them the same disrespectful and condescending way James does and not that they were plotting something …
“I don’t know why we have to put up with this class. Only idiotic muggle-borns care about it. There’s no point when muggles will never match us” Draco huffed as he sat next to Harry. The blonde frowned when the comment didn’t get a rise out of the Potter who he knew had a muggle born mother… well not the one with dark red hair. Michael, who for some reason was early, wasn’t so calm.
“shut your mouth you slimy snake! This class is really important and my brother agrees with me, right Harry!” Michael exclaimed smugly truly believing Harry will stand with him.
“actually considering the textbook this class is pretty pointless” Harry said calmly though he mentally flinched as he heard Professor Burbage enter the class. He knew she heard him and he scrambled to explain while pretending not to notice her arrival “this class seems surprisingly outdated for a class on muggles. The textbook doesn’t cover the fact that muggles have placed people in space or made ships capable of going deeper than any enchanted ship recorded or that their flying machines are now several times faster than anything we have and there’s nothing comparing muggle weapons to ours. How much faster is a bullet than a spell? Can their pensieve like devices called cameras see through ‘not notice me’ spells? How accurate are their investigating methods? Are the pocket sized floo like devices called phones more interesting? Would a military trained squib beat a wizard with the right weapon? They can’t teleport or use magic, but muggles have amazing inventions that aren’t discussed, they know how to fight, how to survive and they do it all without magic. Are they lower than us if we can’t even send someone to the moon? That’s why this class isn’t needed. It’s too outdated”
Draco was a bit shocked. Is what Harry said all true? Did muggles have these things? Are they able to do these things? The Malfoy glanced at his fellow Slytherins who all looked confused, but then he looked at the famous Potter. Why the hell was Michael looking as surprised as everyone else? Surely both brothers would be on the same page on something like this …
“Mr. Potter” everyone jumped as they finally noticed the professor’s presence “are you sure about these changes in the muggle society?”
Harry nodded slowly really hoping he didn’t offend the professor “yes Professor Burbage and any muggle-born could tell you and I hope they would’ve said something if they knew what was being taught in this class. I knew because I traveled with my guardian a great deal while Michael was in the spotlight. There are museums that could show how different things are now”
“is that so? Would you come with me after dinner and talk with the headmistress about this? I would like to see this class fixed” Professor Burbage asked curiously.
“of course I will professor” Harry said in relief. He could hand over some of the pamphlets he collected from various museums he visited with his Dad and he won’t get in trouble. It’s not like he needs to worry about someone discovering his claws and other attributes in a museum so it won’t hurt anything. His Dad will find this funny for sure, but at least no else has to transfigure themselves so they don’t stick out in muggle world.
The professor smiled “excellent, lets start class by discussing electricity. Hopefully that hasn’t changed” she said jokingly at Harry who chuckled as he pulled out a pencil. The muggle writing device caught his classmates’ attention and made him a teacher for a short time. He liked quills, but he just couldn’t use them easily with his bloody fingertips. Not that he brought up his slowly growing claws issue …
At the end of class Michael grabbed Harry by the arm and dragged him out of sight in the hallway “what the hell was that?”
“what was what?” Harry frowned genuinely not sure what he said to bother the brat this time. In a way he did side with both Draco and Michael in the most peaceful way possible. Surely that isn’t the problem?
“you know what I mean, since when did you travel?” Michael snarled up at his taller twin.
Harry felt his jaw clench in irritation. The idiot was just jealous … “I did a lot of traveling not that you would know since we were never as close as people think. In fact, it’s like we weren’t even together for years” he hissed harshly make his point painfully clear to the thickheaded Gryffindor who flinched. Harry pulled his arm away an walked down the hall passing Theo who might’ve herd that, but it didn’t matter. He just didn’t want people discovering his creature status yet. What the Potters did may be their secret, but it wasn’t his and he’ll use it against them if he has to as long as his Dad was safe from any legal backlash.
History was uneventful save for Michael getting detention for being late and falling asleep. The last class of the day was Care of Magical Creatures so he headed over there, but he wasn’t paying attention as he left the secret passage and he nearly collided with the two red haired twins. He shot forward and caught the twin that was about to fall down some steps. Using his sense of smell to find the subtle difference between the red heads’ scents he discovered the twin he was holding around the waist was George …
“sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going” Harry said as he righted the Weasley who was sporting a pout when the creature let him go.
“it’s fine” George said as he and his brother noticed that there was no passage where Harry appeared from.
“good” Harry smiled as he picked up George’s bag and handed it over “have a good day”
“we will” the twins said in perfect sync as Harry left.
Fred touched the wall where Harry emerged from and hummed in thought “George … is it possible that map wasn’t as complete as we thought?”
“it seems like that is the case dear brother and …” George looked down the hall where Harry disappeared “I believe we found a suspect for our perverted map thief”
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Severus sighed as the second day ended, but just as he was about get ready for bed he heard a knock on the door “come in … Draco? What’s the matter?” he asked the blonde who was standing in the doorway.
“errr … Professor Snape … I don’t think Harry Potter is like the other Potters. In fact, I don’t think they have a good relationship at all” Draco said to his Head of House.
“what makes you think that?” Severus asked now feeling worried. In the back of his mind he could hear Albus saying ‘I told you so’.
Draco frowned “at first we tried getting a rise out of him, but our little pranks did nothing. Instead of pointing his finger at us and accusing us like a Potter would he found ways around them. He choose smart places to sit so he wasn’t surrounded and … there was todays flying lesson”
“what happened?” Severus asked curiously.
“well … for some reason Harry took every chance to say the word ‘cut’ as he could or ask if he was good enough or meeting his expectations. Well … that question doesn’t sound weird, but it seemed to make Professor Potter react. By the end of class the Professor looked sick. Muggle studies made it clear that something isn’t right. It’s like the brothers had separate lives” Draco explained.
“I see … tell everyone to watch Harry, but as far as anyone’s concerned he’s another snake” Draco nodded and left Severus to himself “muggle studies … perhaps I should talk with Charity about this” he decided and exited his living quarters to go to the muggle studies professor’s room, but he found both Charity and Harry headed towards the living stairs.
Professor Burbage smiled at the potion master “Severus! What luck! Young Harry here brought up some good points during my class and I believe some changes need to be made in my class. I wanted to discuss this with the headmistress, but she stepped out again so I think Albus would be able to give permission right now so we don’t trouble her. Would you care to join?” Harry mentally frowned at that. Was something wrong with the headmistress or her family? The way Professor Burbage said that she seemed concerned that that maybe the case.
“very well” Severus answered indifferently as he followed the fellow professor. He glanced back at the young snake for a moment, but couldn’t figure out what to say so he focused on the moving stairs.
Once they got to Albus’s living quarters Severus said the password and they walked in to find the Deputy headmaster dealing with a stack of things that must’ve been confiscated from students “it’s always the first week that I get the most toys flying around” the auburn haired professor.
“you wouldn’t have that problem if you weren’t so forgiving and gave the toys back in a week. My snakes know if they’re caught with those flying toys indoors they won’t get it back until the end of the year” Severus huffed before gesturing to the muggle studies professor “there are some things that need to be discussed”
Albus glanced at Charity and Harry with a smile “really? How can I help?”
“well young Harry made some amazing points about changes in the muggle world and I want to go and update the contents of my class by taking my students to a museum either here or somewhere else. Harry was just telling me on our way here that muggle museums allow large groups to come to visit and we could try to plan a portkey trip to America to further broaden our students’ minds like Harry had the chance with his guardian” Charity said excitedly.
The transfiguration professor shared a puzzled glance with Severus before looking at the student “what do you mean guardian? Do you mean Professor Potter?”
“no sir. Michael and the others were always in the spotlight and off doing things for the papers. I was left in the care of someone else who was a rather private person” Harry said not technically lying, but it was just half of the truth.
“ah so he was a nanny” Severus concluded as Draco’s words from earlier started to make sense. If the boy was left in this person’s care every time the Potters felt the need to for attention then he was more of a full time parent. No wonder the twins were so different. They truly had separate lives. Severus was right, but he had no clue how right since Harry implied that his guardian was connected to the Potters and that wasn’t the case …
“he’s like a father to me” (more so than the dimwitted flying instructor) Harry added mentally.
Albus chuckled “he sounds like a good man. I have no problem arranging some trips to local museums, but I don’t know anything about portkey trips”
“you contact the American Embassy. The one in London handles magical passage and they send special portkeys that come with a time limit. The portkey will flash red when your time is running out and it should be the same for groups. Last time it cost a sickle for one portkey, but I’m not sure how the rates would change for large groups. I do know they require two or more adults if the group is made of underage witches and wizards” Harry explained.
“is that so? Then this could be an option that is offered with Hogmeade. With it being a weekend activity more teachers can go” Albus pondered out loud the four talked for a while until curfew …
Severus stood up “we can discuss details more later, but I should take Harry back to his room before it gets too late”
Harry didn’t argue, he just stood up and bid his professors farewell before following his Head of House down the moving stairs. For a moment they were stuck on the platform that had the door leading to the third floor corridor. Harry didn’t care really. In fact, he barely noticed it was the corridor the headmistress mention until a mixture of smells wafted out from under the door …
One scent was just the headmistress, which was no surprise since she most likely checked the dangerous area at some point, but the other scents made Harry freeze …
Fluffy! Why and hell was Fluffy’s scent coming from behind the door? It made no sense, but that wasn’t what terrified Harry.
The third scent was a dark bone chilling scent that made his instincts scream ‘Run!’ and what’s worst is that he smelled it before in the Forbidden Forest just before school started. It was a disgustingly evil scent that he never wanted to smell again. He glanced over his shoulder to look at the door, but it didn’t last long for a sharp pain shooting through all of his fingers forced him to focus on the present. After shoving his hands in his pockets he followed his professor down the set of stairs that finally moved to a helpful position. Once he was back in the Slytherin dorm he smiled at his professor …
“thank you for escorting me Professor Snape” Harry said, but quickly left down the hall to his room before anyone could say anything. The door to his room opened by itself and once he shut away in his room he pulled out his hands. Sharp one inch long bloody claws were sticking of the tips of the gloves. The claws easily ripped through the fake dragon hide gloves and … the pain was gone!
After all these weeks he could finally relax, but he needed a new pair of gloves and to talk to his Dad. Fluffy may like them, but he is dangerous around other people. It felt like forever, but finally everyone was sleeping and the professor left after completing his rounds. So Harry slipped out, but just as he was about to head to his Dad’s hut he decided to make a quick detour. It was impossible for him just leave without seeing Fluffy so under the cover of darkness he went back to the third floor corridor … scary scent be damned.
The new additions to his hands made things tricky so he just flexed his magic over the lock to unlock it. The first thing he heard as the door opened was music and the first thing he saw was a large black three headed hound snoozing quietly next to a charmed harp. Harry made the door close quietly behind him and eagerly went to pet the sleep dog’s heads. Before he could consider getting Fluffy out of here he noticed two things. One was the heavy metal collars on each of the hound’s necks. The second was a trap door …
Curiosity compelled him to nudge the large paw aside so he could open the door just slightly. The voices floating up to him shocked …
“I’m happy you returned my lord” Harry knew right away the person was the headmistress, but who was her lord?
“Minerva … how long have you been waiting? This place looks more suitable now” the man huffed arrogantly.
“I spent the last few hours making it more to your liking my lord. The boy who had the audacity to harm you-” a smacking sound cut off the headmistress and Harry knew the man hit her.
“that foolish brat got lucky all those years ago! That was all! The Potter couldn’t harm me if he wanted to!” he yelled furiously.
“of course my lord. I apologize for suggesting otherwise. Shall I sacrifice my blood for you to atone?” Minerva answered without missing a beat.
“nonsense … you’re my most loyal follower and managed to get a place to influence the next generation. You’ve done well. As for Michael Potter I had wanted to call my basilisk out from the chamber of secrets to kill him, but it’s gone” Harry winced the only basilisk he knew that lived in that chamber was Sara and she was now on his and his Dad’s property far away from here “no matter … the idiot Potter shouldn’t be a problem, but do try to make his life a bit troublesome. Nothing that will put your position in trouble though. I know you hate brats, but this is a brilliant opportunity to find new followers so go with it. Now leave, I only got my body back a month ago and need rest”
“of course Lord Gaunt, rest well”
The headmistress’s words made Harry drop the trapdoor, which luckily didn’t make a loud sound, but that didn’t concern Harry right now.
Lord Gaunt, as in Marvolo Gaunt, was the dark wizard that waged the war before he was even born! The dark wizard Michael stopped as a toddler! The man was back and the headmistress was helping him! This was bad …
Before he could freak out further he heard the trapdoor creak and he hid behind Fluffy’s large furry form just as the headmistress emerged. As she left the harp stopped playing and Harry gulped as the hound began to stir …
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Fred hummed as he and his brother inspected the area where they ran into Harry before in the darkness after curfew “there should be something right? He didn’t fall through the bricks”
“no he didn’t … but where is it?” George mumbled as he examined the wall “I don’t see anything”
“maybe we’re going about this the wrong way. If we want to know about these tunnels we should focus on the person we know has the answer” Fred said with a smile. Something about spending time with Harry made him excited.
George grinned “I love that idea dear brother”
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Hagrid set aside another detailed book of creatures with a sigh. There was still no more information that could help identify what Harry. It wasn’t an immediate issue, but it’s always better to know. He smiled as he heard the door open, but gaped in shock instead as he saw Harry standing there covered in drool “Harry what happened?!” he gave a booming laugh as his son wiped drool out of his hair.
“I found Fluffy and he was a little too happy to see me” Harry held up his clawed hands “my claws came out and James wants to talk over the weekend”
The half shook his head as he tossed Harry a large towel “don’t worry about that. I doubt he’ll have time what with the Quidditch season starting this weekend. As the flying instructor he’s in charge of everything and has to over see tryouts and practice sessions. Unless you try for the team he has no time to bother you except in class … is something else wrong?” Hagrid asked as he kneeled to check Harry’s left hand as the other was busy wiping away drool from his body. The torn glove was removed showing the gleaming white claws that were coming out from under the more human fingernail. After a few moment of silence the half giant frowned “little giant? What’s wrong? Are you still in pain?”
Harry rubbed the towel against his neck and paused with a tense posture “in the third corridor I smelled Fluffy and … that scent. That powerful dangerous scent” Harry looked his father figure in the eyes “I know what it is … Dad … the Dark Lord is alive”
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