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Blood and Inheritance	By : TCardan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23318 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four

“Is Harry around?” Albus Dumbledore inquired after his usual greeting.

“Yes,” Sirius replied. “He’s up in his room with Draco, I believe. Those two have been inseparable all summer.”

“Ah, yes,” Albus replied, taking his usual seat in the parlor and accepting a glass of fire whiskey from his host. “I thought that might be the case. I brought young Malfoy’s letter as well.”

“Letters?” Sirius smiled. “Yes, I quite forgot. It’s that time of year, isn’t it? Hand delivered by the Headmaster, himself!”

“Yes, well, couldn’t waste an opportunity like this, now could I?”

Sirius stuck his head out of the room and called out, “Kreacher, go fetch the young masters.” He returned to Albus. “I must admit I’m not looking forward to Harry leaving for Hogwarts. It will be much too quite around here.”

“Are you still seeing Miss Trunnell?”

Sirius blushed a bit. “Yes, but you know what I mean. I’m use to having Harry about, taking my meals with him, having our adventures together and tucking him in at night. He’s a big part of my life.”

Albus nodded. “He will always be a big part of your life, Sirius. This is just the next stage of it. Change is good - and healthy, for you both. We can’t stop him from growing up.”

“Unfortunately,” Sirius smiled, ruefully.

“You need not worry. I’ll keep a good eye on him at Hogwarts.”

“I know you will.”

A door slammed above and soon Harry and Draco entered the parlor.

“Albus!” Harry greeted, happily.

“Harry,” Albus smiled. “It’s good to see you again. And you too, Mr. Malfoy.”

“Pleasure to see you again, too, sir,” Draco replied, politely.

“I have something for the both of you…” Albus reached into his robes and pulled out two envelopes, handing one to each boy.

Harry and Draco glanced at one another before opening their letters. The two older men smiled in anticipation as the boys read.

“It’s my Hogwarts letter!” Harry exclaimed.

“Mine, too!” Draco grinned. “I’ve got to show this to Mother and Father.” He began walking toward the fireplace.

“Can I go with him?” Harry asked his father.

“All right, but be back in time for dinner. It’s in thirty minutes,” Sirius replied.

The two boys took handfuls of floo powder and called out ’Malfoy Manor’ each in their own turn.

OOOOOOO

Harry heard feminine laughter behind the closed door of his father’s bedroom as he walked by and he paused, wondering why Sirius would have Bianca over so early in the morning. And what were they doing that was so funny?

Harry knocked on the door and waited.

“Yes?” Sirius voiced called out from the other side.

“It’s me, Harry.”

Harry waited as he heard foot steps approaching and the door opened just a bit. He tried to peek, but he couldn’t see the bed.

“Yes, my son?” Sirius asked.

“Um… I thought I heard another voice in your room.”

Sirius looked a bit tongue-tied a moment, but then replied. “Yes, Bianca is here.”

Harry knew Bianca Trunnell, of course. Sirius had been dating her for a few months and the three of them had spent many meals together.

“But it’s six o’clock in the morning.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that,” Sirius replied, uncomfortably.

“You always told me friends cannot come over before ten o’clock in the morning,” Harry reminded.

Sirius sighed and stepped out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He guided Harry to a bench in the hall and sat with him.

“Harry, Bianca didn’t come over this morning. She came over last night and has not left yet.”

“You had a sleep over?”

“Yes,” Sirius replied. “Grown ups have sleep overs sometimes too.”

Harry frowned a bit, then nodded. Finally, he shrugged. “All right.”

“Actually, I’m glad you brought this up. You see, Bianca has invited me on a trip to France next week and I’d really like to go.”

“Would I go too?”

Sirius sighed. “It’s only for adults, Harry. I’m sorry. But, I can have Remus come and stay with you while I’m out. He’d love to spend some time with you.”

“It’s o.k. I’ll just stay with the Malfoys,” Harry replied. “Draco always asks me to stay there and his mum and dad say I’m welcome.”

Sirius really didn’t care for that idea. The boys had been having sleep overs at one another’s homes frequently, but Sirius felt comforted that Harry could floo home whenever he felt uncomfortable, though he never did. But if he was in France, Harry would be dependant on the Malfoys for his actual care.

“I don’t know…”

“Please? Draco and I have been planning the games for my birthday party and we still have a lot to do.”

Harry’s eleventh birthday was only a few weeks away and then he would be off to Hogwarts. He looked at the hope on his son’s face and conceded.

“All right.”

“Excellent!” Harry smiled.

Sirius ruffled his hair playfully. “But I expect an owl from you everyday, telling me how you are.”

“No problem. Are you going to marry Bianca?”

“What? What made you ask that?”

Harry shrugged. “I don’t know. That’s what people do sometimes when they kiss a lot. And I saw you kissing.”

Sirius laughed softly. “That’s a big step, Harry. I don’t think I’ve thought about getting married yet.”

“But you might?”

Sirius shrugged. “I don’t know. If I do decide to, I’ll let you know first of all.”

Harry nodded. “All right.”

OOOOOOO

Draco and Harry lay before the fire at Malfoy Manor, a scroll of parchment between them with a list of games they had made up along with the rules. They had been working on the games for the last hour, since they had finished dinner, and were now taking a break.

“Are they going to get married?” Draco asked.

“I don’t know,” Harry replied, his hand behind his head as he relaxed on the floor. “Sirius says he doesn’t know either.”

“Do you like her?”

Harry shrugged. “She’s all right, I guess.”

“What if she has a baby?”

Harry turned his face to his friend. “What are you talking about?”

Draco lowered his voice. “Blaise told me that when a man and a woman have sleep overs together, they do it.”

“Do what?”

“IT, Harry. You know, like we saw the horses doing in the stables that day.”

Harry wrinkled his nose. “That’s disgusting. Don’t say that about my father.”

“Sorry,” Draco, replied. “Don’t get angry, o.k.?”

“I’m not,” Harry reassured.

Draco nodded.

Lucius Malfoy strode into the room at that moment, his cane in one hand and his evening cloak draped over his arm. He appeared ready to leave somewhere as he made his way to the fireplace the boys were in front of.

“Are you having a good evening, boys?” Lucius inquired.

“Yes, father,” Draco replied while Harry nodded.

“Very well.”

“Are you going out?” Draco asked.

“Yes, I am. And I contemplated asking both of you along, but I think Harry’s father may disapprove. So, I bid you both goodnight.”

“Wait!” Draco called out, before Lucius could toss the floo powder. “Why would Harry’s father not approve? Where are you going?”

Lucius slyly looked from one boy to the other and sighed. “I am attending an event which many feel is not for the eyes of children. However, I, and some of your friends’ fathers happen to feel that boys your age are ready to begin learning about such matters. In fact, some of your friends will be in attendance tonight with their fathers.”

“What is it?” Draco pressed on, curious.

Lucius paused for effect, looking undecided about whether to say anything or not.

“Dueling - wizard duels. They can be quite instructive and entertaining to observe,” Lucius revealed, “though there are those who frown upon them and think they are too… violent.”

The boys glanced at one another excitedly.

“If our friends are going, why can’t we?” Draco asked. “It’s not dangerous to watch, is it?”

“No, there is a magic barrier that separates the duelists from the observers. It is quite safe. But, we do not have Sirius‘ permission for Harry to attend, so I‘m afraid you‘ll have to stay here.”

Draco swung his gaze to Harry. “We could ask him, Harry, couldn’t we?”

Harry felt his excitement deflate. He already knew what Sirius would say. Sirius was overprotective of Harry and did not agree with ‘senseless violence’, as he called it. Quidditch was about the only semi-violent sport he’d allow Harry to observe.

Harry shook his head. “He’d say no.”

Draco’s face fell in disappointment.

Lucius waited a moment before saying, “There is one solution to this dilemma. But it would require you, Harry, to keep a secret from your father. If I allowed you to come, you would simply not inform him of this particular event of your stay here. I’m afraid if you did tell him, he would forbid you to be friends with Draco.”

Harry gasped. What? Draco was his best friend. No way would he ever want that to happen! Draco appeared just as horrified at the thought.

Lucius stood taller. “Make up your minds quickly. I really do not want to be late. It will be excellent dueling this evening.”

“Maybe we should just stay here,” Draco said, frowning in disappointment. He didn’t want to risk losing his best friend.

“I won’t tell him,” Harry decided. “If you really want to go, then we will and I won’t tell.”

Draco looked hopefully into his eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. If our friends are old enough to go, then we are too.”

OOOOOOO

While it was true that the underground Wizarding duel circuit was frowned upon by many, it was not entirely illegal. As long as the rules were observed, and the unforgivable spells never used, many wizards and some witches would occasionally attend a match for an evening’s sport, betting on their favorites.

What Harry and Draco did not know, was that this particular dueling arena would be attended by only particular types of wizards, an exclusive form of the games for certain eyes only. And, it was also held underneath Lucius’ magically protected warehouse, in which magic of all types was undetectable by anyone outside.

Before Lucius took Harry and Draco through the floo network, he explained that he’d have to blindfold them until they arrive at their destination. This made the whole experience seem even more exciting to the boys, who held on to Lucius’ hands as they seemed to enter one floo after another until they stood at their final destination and were allowed to remove their blindfolds.

They looked about in wonder at the large arena, surroundings, and the wizards all about, talking and finding seats. There were a few witches as well, but mostly wizards.

Lucius guided them over to a bench where they recognized Theodore Nott, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Golye seated. “Stay here with your friends, boys.” They sat wide eyed.

Draco leaned down and looked at Goyle on the other side of Harry. “Have you ever been here before?”

Gregory shook his head.

It seemed around ten more minutes before everyone was settled in their seats and the show was about to begin. A few wizards were waving their wands in front of the spectators and chanting some words.

“Those must be the protective wards,” Draco whispered in Harry’s ear.

Harry felt a bit relieved that none of the duelists spells would be able to cross the barrier and hit one of them. How would he ever explain an injury to Sirius if something should happen? He’d have to tell him a lie and he really didn‘t want to have to.

Two teenage boys walked by and one sneered at the younger boys. “Oh look, first timers.” The boys laughed as they walked away.

“Pricks,” Draco muttered, making Harry laugh.

Before they knew it, a wizard in a black robe came into the center of the arena and all the lights went out except for a spotlight on him.

“My dear Gentlemen, and Ladies,” he said, nodding to the group of witches to one side. “Welcome to tonight’s exhibition. We will start out the evening with a grievance duel followed by two trials before we get to the… later part of the evening.” He glanced at the children and they knew that something mysterious must be in the cards for… later. Draco grinned at Harry, excitedly.

“We have tonight two wizards who hold grievances against one another and would like to settle their differences here tonight. Mr. Bainbright has accused Mr. Farthing of impregnating his sister and then forcing her to terminate the pregnancy which resulted in her death.”

Harry and Draco looked at one another, confused at what was just said. Impregnating? Terminating? What? But they did understand that a woman was dead. Draco lifted his brows and whispered. “Does that mean he killed her?”

Harry shrugged, wondering why they didn’t tell the aurors instead, and have the guy arrested for murder. Shouldn’t he be in Azkaban?

“Mr. Farthing, on the other hand, says that Mr. Bainbright’s sister seduced him in order to impregnate herself so that she could trap him into a marriage contract. Mr. Farthing believes Mr. Bainbright’s sister was merely after his fortune and so inspired to become his wife. He admits to tricking her into drinking a potion which would terminate the pregnancy, but not her life. He feels her death was an accidental side effect which was not intentional.”

Harry tilted his head toward Draco and muttered. “Is this real?” It still seemed strange that Bainbright and Farthing would agree to duel over such a serious matter, rather than take it to the ministry. Maybe it was just part of the show?

“I think so,” Draco replied. “Look at Bainbright’s face.”

Harry looked at a man standing on one side of the arena, grasping his wand tensely and glaring daggers at the man across from him. The two men walked to the center of the arena, holding their wands in front of them as they stiffly made their bows. The air was tense with anticipation and Harry felt his heart beating faster and he was beginning to perspire. What would they do to each other? He was feeling even more guilty about being here. Sirius would never take him to something like this.

He felt Draco’s hand grasp his own between them, their robes hiding this simple act from others. Draco squeezed his hand hard, revealing his own tenseness at the impending violence. Harry glanced sideways at his friend, but Draco’s eyes were riveted on the action.

A blast of light and Farthing was knocked across the room, only to roll immediately to his feet and swish his wand through the air, throwing curse after curse at Bainbright. Bainbright shielded the curses, sweat pouring down his forehead as he tired and finally let out a painful yell as a curse burned through his shield and slashed through his arm, making the skin blacken and smolder.

Draco squeezed Harry’s hand harder in fear and anticipation, but Harry barely registered the pain as he watched the wizards strike at one another turn after turn. He felt his vision expanding and a strange noise of rushing air seemed to roar around him. Harry was mesmerized by the two men, fighting for their causes, for their lives.

Blood splattered across the magical barrier as Bainbright slashed open Farthings leg in a long gash. Harry felt Draco flinch next to him as the crimson stain ran across their vision. But Harry craned his neck over the blood, wanting to see what came next. It was vital and raw and Harry felt his own power pulsing within, the same power he felt when he was at his most angriest. But this time he wasn’t angry, he was enthralled - enthralled at the violence in front of him.

Harry didn’t see Vincent or Theodore closing their eyes, he didn’t see anyone except for the two in the arena. One of them would die tonight. He knew this. It could end no other way.

Finally, Bainbright fell on the ground, his wand rolling away, and the audience was completely silent. Blood from his many cuts and gashes, began to seep onto the floor around him.

Harry couldn’t help himself as he found himself rising to his feet, Draco’s hand trying to pull him down again. His eyes were riveted on Farthing.

Farthing, breathing heavily and limping from his own wounds, made his way to where Bainbright lay. They stared into one another’s eyes for a moment before Farthing slowly lifted his wand and pointed it at Bainbright.

“Avada Kedavra,” Farthing yelled, a flash of green filling the room.

Draco managed to pull Harry back into his seat as the lights came back on. The children on the bench were stunned by what they just saw. It was a duel to the death! Wasn’t that suppose to be illegal? The children were breathing rapidly as house elves came out to take away the body and clean up the blood. But the adults began talking to one another, as if it were an intermission at a play.

“Gods!” Theodore exclaimed, being the first to find his voice again. “I can’t believe it. We just saw someone killed.”

“Isn’t that illegal?” Harry asked. “My father said the aurors arrive immediately after someone uses an unforgivable.”

“They didn’t come,” Theodore replied.

“Dad said this place is undetectable,” Gregory added. “The aurors won’t know what happened.”

“You can’t ever tell anyone that,” Draco ordered. “This is my dad’s place and I don’t want him getting in trouble.”

“I’m not a snitch,” Gregory said, defensively.

“My dad said that there is a charm placed on everyone here, and if they tell about anything they saw, they will get deathly ill,” Vincent warned.

Harry looked at Draco. “Your dad didn’t say anything about that.”

Draco shrugged. “I’m sure he will later. But everyone better keep their mouths shut anyway. Agreed?”

The boys all nodded.

The wizard in the dark robe entered the center arena once again. “And now it is time for the trials. Today we have four boys who are ready to prove their skill and cunning in the duel arena now that they are thirteen. Our first pair will be Adrian Pucey and Marcus Flint.” The audience clapped.

“Thirteen?” Harry whispered to Goyle, who seemed to be more informed than the rest of them.

“Yeah,” Goyle whispered back. “Boys get three trials: your first at thirteen, second at fifteen, and third at seventeen.”

“They don’t kill each other do they?”

Goyle looked at Harry as if he was daft. “Of course not, they’re friends. It’s just to show what they learned. Their dads are training them. We can start training too when we get wands.”

Harry and Draco watched without the tenseness of the last duel. This duel was not even close to being as vicious as the last, but it still made them a bit uncomfortable to see friends purposely hurt one another like Adrian and Marcus did. The fathers of the two boys stood at either end of the arena, making sure nothing too extreme was sent to their sons in anger.

The duel went on for quite awhile and it seemed that Adrian was tiring out faster than Marcus. When Adrian went down, Harry was sure that would be the end of it. But it seemed not to be. As they had just witnessed before, Marcus walked over to where Adrian lay and looked into his eyes - just as Farthing had looked into Bainbright‘s eyes before killing him.

His wand slowly lifted…

“STOP!”

Everyone looked at the disturber. Harry was on his feet, hands clenched, as he glared at Marcus.

“HE’S SUPPOSE TO BE YOUR FRIEND!” Harry yelled.

Marcus turned his head to Harry, smiling maliciously. Then he focused back on Adrian and said, “Crucio.”

Adrian screamed and writhed in pain on the floor.

Draco was tugging on Harry’s sleeve, urging him to sit down again. Everyone was staring at Harry. But Harry didn’t notice. Harry didn’t know the loser was suppose to get his first taste of Crucio. Harry couldn’t fathom that friends could do this to one another.

Harry stepped into the arena. “I SAID STOP!”

Marcus stopped and turned to face the angry little boy. His eyes flicked down to where Harry had crossed over the line and past the magical barrier. He sneered maliciously at Harry. “You’re interrupting my trial,” he growled. “And now you crossed the line.”

He lifted his wand to Harry, but before he could get a word out, a loud SNAP was heard. Marcus’ wand clattered to the floor as he yelled in pain, his arm dangling obscenely, broken.

The room was eerily silent except for Marcus’ whimpers of pain, and the seething anger that was hissing between his teeth.

Draco stood and was about to cross into the arena to pull Harry back to the bench, but he heard his father snap, “Draco!” He fought with his own will to stay behind the line.

“You fucking little…” Marcus growled, taking a few steps toward Harry, before a louder SNAP was heard, and the thirteen year old fell to the ground, his leg bent in a angle in front of him, yelling in pain.

Harry was brought out of his trance when the shadow of man flashed before him. Someone knelt in front of him, blocking his view of Marcus, and Harry felt his power deflate, his anger leave. His heart was still pounding and he released a long breath as his eyes came into focus on Marcus’ father kneeling before him.

“I ask for your mercy for my son,” Mr. Flint said, looking at Harry’s feet.

Panic welled in Harry’s chest. What had he done?

“I… I’m… sorry… I didn’t mean to…”

He began to shake until he felt a firm hand on his shoulder from behind and the voice of Lucius Malfoy. “Do not apologize for being the superior wizard in a duel, Harry.” Harry glanced up at Lucius’ face. Duel? This was a duel? Harry didn’t have a wand. “However, mercy is yours to grant… or not.”

Harry swallowed. He was just a kid. Why was a grown adult on his knees, asking him for mercy? Why didn’t they punish him, or send him to Azkaban - or something. What did they expect from him?

Draco now squeezed beside him and whispered in his ear. “Tell him that you grant him mercy.”

Harry looked about. Everyone seemed to be waiting for him to speak. “I grant him mercy,” Harry said.

“Thank you,” Mr. Flint replied, rising to help his son. Healers rushed in from the side of arena.

“Come, Harry, I think we need to talk,” Lucius said, guiding him and Draco away from the crowd. Many were still staring silently at Harry, making him uncomfortable. He couldn’t tell if they hated him or not.

Harry looked at Mr. Malfoy. “I didn’t mean to do that. I just want him to stop. I thought he was going to caste the killing curse like Mr. Farthing did.”

“I know, Harry,” Lucius nodded. “You don’t have control over how your magic reacts right now. But you will. You wanted Marcus to stop, but you didn’t know how to stop him. Your magic knew how to stop him, however, and it acted in your behalf.”

“But…”

“You will soon have your wand and will be able to focus your magic through it to do your will,” Lucius continued.

“I’m going to be in so much trouble, aren’t I?” Harry asked. “I really hurt him badly.”

Lucius grinned at Harry. “Not at all, Harry. Not at all. What happens in this arena is never spoken of on the outside.”

“Or people become deathly ill?” Draco asked.

“Yes,” Lucius replied. “Your secrets are safe here.”

OOOOOOO

A/N I hope you like this fiction so far. Please review and let me know your thoughts. I really appreciate them. Thank you.

And in case you are wondering about Weasleys, you’ll see them in the next chapter.
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