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The whole story	By : Riahana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42620 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Authors Note ~ Warning about upcoming chapters, there are going to be time jumps, I know I said that in the past but it took me longer to get to this point than I thought. (Some characters had to have their say so they were complaining rather loudly in my head about their lack of scenes.) All time jumps will be marked by a date, if there is no date than there is no time jump. If anyone has a questions so far either PM me or ask in a review I will try my best to explain (as long as it does not ruin any of the future plot). Thank you everyone, it has made the process enjoyable and very addicting. Enjoy the next Chapter :)

Authors Notes~Thank you Thrnbrooke for the review. Jan, It makes me glow to know this is your second fav. Kayla, your reviews are going to give me a huge head with all the praise you are giving me. Thank you everyone :)

Disclaimer~ The Prologue has the full disclaimer. Also any readers that are lost, read the Authors Note at the beginning of the Prologue; it will help make things clear.

Chapter 33

October 24^th one week till Halloween

Harry was waiting in bed till it was time to head to the room of requirement. First he was meeting Hermione there; for she had finished the ancestry test potion. Later Draco would show up, after his rounds were over from prefect duties. Those two had so far managed to keep the uneasy truce they started a couple months back, but sometimes it may have been better those two had ever met on neutral territory.

On one meeting they had talked about how he needed to eat more, and Draco had pretty much charged Hermione in making sure he was. That was three weeks of torture from over eating to appease both of them before he could distract them from ‘Harry watching as they had started to call it.

The distraction turned out to be Hermione refereeing the game they played. The only problem was with her calling the shots she started to actually keep a book that she would write the score down in. So far they have came up equal meaning neither won the forfeit; which the same forfeit had been going from week to week.

The only aspect both Hermione and Draco could agree on was him, anything else became a war zone, each arguing a point neither would concede. The last argument which was still going on was the benefits of a certain potion ingredient and how it would change the potions properties. He stopped listening when the word potions were mentioned; even though he had improved in that area, it still was one of his disliked subjects.

Being at school was great, but there some people he missed that he had gotten used to over the summer, Tithen being a prime example. He had to leave his new pet with Tom not wanting the little guy to get hurt. From his grandmother’s letters, Tom was in a constant complaint by Tithen, always mumbling but the noisy snakeling and how he could never get any sleep now. Then there was his grandmother even though they talked through letters, he missed seeing her; and letters were a poor substitute. Then the rest of the Elves at Malfoy Manor, how were they all doing?

Harry didn’t have long to wait to see everyone again, only another two months and he were going to go back with Draco over the holidays. He could wait that long. Rolling over to peek at the map again revealed that Hermione was getting close to the room so that meant it was time to confirm one truth.

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When Harry arrived to the room of requirement Hermione was inside pacing, “Ahhh you’re finally here.”

Looking at is nervous friend wondering why she acting like this? “You haven’t been here that long, only a couple of minutes.”

Hermione stopped pacing and glanced at him, over the book she was reading, “Ok you’re right. Now the ancestry test is pretty simple, all you have to do is drink this potion…” Hermione chewed her bottom lip before continuing, “And use this quill to write your name.” Hermione held up a long extremely thin black quill for Harry to use. Opening his senses, after seeing this was what Hermione was nervous about; what he could see was a black aura surrounding the writing instrument that pulsed with dark intent.

Wondering what the quill actually did and where Hermione could have found one, it wasn’t normal. “Hermione what is that quill?” He asked, not wanting to touch the quill yet.

Hermione sat down heavily onto the couch, “I was wondering if you would feel the quill…It is a blood quill.” Hermione motioned for him to come sit next her opening the book on her lap. Pointing to a reference, “See here it states to get the most accurate results from the ancestry test using a blood quill is the best choice. Since the blood quill will take the blood right from your body without it touching the air before touching paper. Any other method to get your blood on the paper could contaminate the results.” Hermione finished speaking, blowing the rest of her air out of her lungs in a huff.

“Mione, that’s a dark artifact, where did you get one?” Harry asked.

Hermione jumped up and started pacing again, “I know it is a dark artifact, and it is the best way to confirm your summer, so I made it…It will only hurt for a moment and I have Murtlap Essence for afterwards, that will take care of the pain.”

Raising his eyebrows at the matter-of-fact way Hermione admitted to making the quill. “Hermione you used dark magic.” Shocked that his friend that followed every rule; would go to such lengths for him.

Hermione rushed forward grabbing Harry’s hands, clasping them tightly and looked directly into his eyes. “To find out the truth, to know who to trust, to confirm this mystery…Yes I used dark magic, you are worth every price I would have to pay.”

He knew Hermione was his friend, but this level, he never expected. It was heartwarming and nearly too hard to believe but the proof was in front of him, in Hermione’s brown cinnamon eyes. Giving his best friend a smile not wanting her to think he disapproved of her actions, “well then where is this potion?”

Hermione jumped into Harry’s arms, “Oh’ Harry…Thank you” Hermione rushed about to gather everything she needed sitting all on the table, coming back to him, dragging him to the table as well. On the table was a clear potion, a piece of parchment, timer, the blood quill, and a jar of cream. “It is easy, you take the potion, wait for ten minutes; that is when the potion is at the optimal level in your blood stream. When the timer stops, write your full name on this parchment, using the blood quill. The potion in your blood will change your name into your family tree going back five generations.”

Harry grabbed the potion, “bottoms up.” Hermione quickly set timer and Harry gagged on the taste. Why did every potion he had to take always taste like something he wished to never know that fact about. This one was like acid pouring down his throat with an aftertaste of dog vomit; lucky for him it didn’t last long and was able to take deep breaths to be able to keep it in his stomach.

Harry didn’t say anything in the ten minutes he had to wait and neither did Hermione; both to anxious to come up with words. As the timer gave a 15 second chime warning he picked up the blood quill, preparing to write his name. The timer chimed; ten minutes were up and he quickly wrote his name; Hermione told him it would hurt but he wasn’t expecting the sharp searing pain in his hand as his name carved itself into his skin.

Quickly putting the blood quill down, Harry’s name appeared in the parchment in shiny red lettering before it started to morph into lines and other names. Hermione grabbed his hurt hand spreading the cream from the jar onto it. The pain quickly disappeared as well as the carved name; looking like it had before using the blood quill.

It didn’t take long for the potion to work with the blood; the parchment had many lines with names all leading to Harry. Hermione’s finger started tracing some of the lines, “Look see you are the great grandson of Grindelwald, and there is your grandmother and mother both with connecting lines to who they married.” Hermione gasped before tapping the parchment on four names, “What are these names doing in your family?”

Harry looked at each name that Hermione tapped, they were connected by a thin grey line one was darker than the rest, one was severed with a huge gap, another was also severed but a light greyer color was connecting the two ends, and the other was a light grey barely there. The one completely severed was from his mother to Severus never to be connected. The other line that appeared to be reconnecting was from his grandmother to Tom. The faint grey line was from himself to Draco, and the darkest grey line was from Grindelwald to Ariana Dumbledore. The test showed who the mates were; that was what the grey lines meant, and if it is true; then why was a Dumbledore in his family line?

He didn’t know what was going on, he didn’t think Tom had lied to him, or kept anything from him. It looked like Tom didn’t even know. “Listen Hermione I will explain the grey lines, I promise, I know what they mean. But Draco is going to be here soon and it will take some time to explain everything. In the mean time, can you research Dumbledore’s family for me? This is something I don’t think even Tom knows about.” He pleaded hoping his friend wouldn’t push this right now. The only reason he didn’t want to tell Draco yet, the blond did not know that Harry knew about being his mate. But with this revelation Harry would have to tell him soon.

Hermione looked from him back to the parchment several times, before speaking, “I can do that Harry, but I want a full explanation soon.” Hermione started to clean up everything they had used for the test, while he stored the parchment for safe keeping. Both sitting on the couch right before Draco walked into the room.

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Draco was having one of the best years he had been having since he had started Hogwarts. Every day became exciting and frustrating when dealing with Harry, he never knew what to expect from the Gryffindor. What had started out as a way for them to keep the rivalry up in view of the other students had started to change. Even other students had noticed that the rivalry wasn’t the same anymore, they didn’t really fight; instead they just kept trying to outdo the other in more daring ways. Now even the students were taking bets on who would come up on top each day.

If it wasn’t for Granger then there would have been no way for either him or Harry to keep track of who won each week, the problem was neither was winning both coming in equal. So neither won this round then it was time to change things up a bit because Draco wanted this forfeit, and if he wanted something he would get it.

That was another unexpected surprise was getting to know Granger, he never knew how much fun it would be to tease, argue, debate, and overall annoy her in a way that wasn’t cruel. He wouldn’t call them friends but they did concede points for each other when it came too Harry; and when the both of them ganged up on the little Gryffindor, Harry had no chance of ever winning.

Walking into the room of requirement revealed the two in question looking slightly anxious. He would bet his entire wardrobe that they had been up to something, but part of the fun was finding out what they had been up too. So not saying anything about their appearances, saying instead, “What is this…Couldn’t have any fun without me?”

Hermione always being the first to answer after a barb, “Whatever Malfoy, my world does not revolve around you.” Sending a glare at him.

Smirking and crossing his arms, “Well then you have a boring life, everyone should revolve around me.” Sending a smile at Harry.

Hermione never disappointed in the fact she started to tremble in irritation, “Why you pompous…”

Harry jumped up between the two, “Please you two not tonight…I don’t want another night to end because you two can’t stop nitpicking at each other,” Harry glared at him, and then turned towards Hermione, “What is the score for this week, who is winning the forfeit?”

Draco watched as Granger turned around in a huff, searching through her bag for the scorebook she kept with her all the time now. “Well I hate to say this it is a tie again this week.”

Draco and Harry looked at each other, he thought for sure he had won it, there wasn’t even a minute last week that he hadn’t thought of something he could one-up the Gryffindor. “Well Harry I think we need change things a bit, I want this forfeit and we are not going to get it this way.”

Harry smiled at Draco and was nodding his head in agreement, “What did you have in mind?”

Draco spent a thoughtful minute letting the suspense build, “Let’s see instead of who gets the most let’s do who gets the first. Which should be easy for me, since it will take strategy to win, and you rely on luck alone.” Draco smirked.

Harry gave a mocking laugh before answering, “So you think Draco, but you will see…With Halloween being next week lets meet this Friday.”

Answering, he lowered his voice into a drawl, “That is agreeable; we also have to make plans for the forfeit you already owe me.”

Harry looked at Hermione, her face set in lines of thinking, “Yaa… I know, Mione you ready for bed?”

Hermione shook herself out of her thoughts, “Yes I’m ready, bye Malfoy.” and began walking out the door.

He was definitely curios now, they were up to something, Granger never was this quiet when they all met, “Bye Granger…” Looking at Harry giving him a rare sincere smile, “Goodnight Harry.”

Harry turned from walking out the door returning his smile, “Goodnight Draco sweet dreams.” Then followed Granger out the door.

Draco sat in the room for a little bit longer coming up with ideas on how he would win the forfeit, he had to win, having to dance with Severus was thought that would have been better off dead.

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Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office waiting for his spy to appear when he heard the staircase moving.

The door opened revealing the person that he had sent for. “Headmaster you wished to see me?” Came the small voice from his spy.

“Yes, Yes… I did… I have a job for you.” Albus gave his spy a stern look, “Since you have been unable to garner Harry’s friendship, I want you to watch his every move. Also find students that can help you.” In a sarcastic tone he continued, “Now with Voldemort back, the young boy needs someone to protect him. Call yourselves whatever you wish.” Albus turned serious again, “Report everything on Harry’s movement back to me.”

The spy shook their head that it was understood what Albus wanted done. Still in a small voice answered, “I like the sound of the inquisitional squad.”

Albus looked over the spy, “A little unorthodox, but it will do. Now go and get everything set up I want the squad to be ready in a week.” He watched as the spy quickly moved to leave his presence. It was so easy to manipulate the youth of this world, promises of wealth and fame being the best motivators.
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