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Dark Lord Rising	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 16554 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters from Harry Potter, all credit goes to Rowling and I do not make any profit from this fanfic

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Ansela_Jonla--I see what you mean now lol How embrassing. But his role is really, really important I can't change anything :( oh well
FalonIce--I'm comfused on what your confused about lol Are you referring to his behavior when they were in France? Bc if you are then pretty much my only explanation for that would be that he acts differently due to the lift of the Dursley's overbearing presence on his head. The blood adoption was a kind of sealed deal for him, you know what I mean? Also, his soul has resonated with Draco, which causes a few changes in both of them as they became 'whole'. I hope this answer your question :)
Now, onwards with the story!!! I'm glad everyone likes it.
The Headmaster of Hogwarts was angry. No, he was livid.
How could he, the great Albus Dumbledore, fail?
Harry Potter was missing. There had been some problem or the other with his acceptance letter and so Albus sent Minerva and Severus to find out what was going on. The two returned from the Dursley residence late at night to inform him that Harry Potter did not live there.
Albus growled, pointing his wand at a shelf holding his trinkets and shouting an angry ‘Reducto’. The explosion caused things to fly everywhere in pieces, but Albus was still unsatisfied. He pointed his wand every which a way, yelling ‘Reducto’ every time.
He wanted his weapon back.
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September 1^st was a rather gloomy day. The sky was overcast, the wind was crisp, and there was a little drizzle, too weak to be considered rain but too strong to be ignored.
At least, on the Muggle side it was.
Platform 9 ¾ was very bright and lively. The sun was shining, there was naught a cloud in the sky, and birds chirped off in the distance. Gleaming in the strong sunlight was the Hogwarts Express, shining bright red in all its glory. People—adults and children alike—bustled around, shouting and carrying things to and fro.
Well, with the exception of a few families in particular. The Malfoys being one of them.
Harry and Draco stood side by side, facing Lucius and Narcissa. In the two months prior to this day, Lucius had drilled proper pureblood etiquette into Harry ruthlessly. It was a relief for both of them that Harry already unconsciously held himself with the poise and grace of royalty, that of which only needed to be slightly refined.
Now Harry could control how much ‘royalness’ he put into his stance, and he could control his features almost as perfect as Draco. His brother was practically a master at having a stoic face, the only exception being when Draco knew it was safe outside of the house to allow it to slip. But Harry had enough iciness in his facial expressions and tone well enough for any Malfoy. Included was the ability to completely lock away his emotional side, though he was still in the process of learning.
Narcissa and Draco were side-teaching him French. He was progressing nicely, so much so that he was able to have full conversations with anyone of the house. His accent, however, made the fluid language sound choppy on his tongue, but he was working his way towards fixing it.
He also learned how important being a pureblood was. With very few exceptions, there was no other human better than a pureblood. Half-blood, muggleborn, squib. None could compare to a pureblood. They were better, stronger, smarter. It was the way things were.
In between his lesson, he read, read, and read some more. It was pretty much all he did, except when Draco managed to pull him away. Otherwise, he was on his broom. A Nimbus two thousand of course, the same as Draco.
The first time Draco convinced him onto a broom, he had been doubtful. Out of all the stereotypical magic things Muggles spouted, broom riding could not have been one of them, he thought. But he was proven wrong. He absolutely loved the feeling of the wind whipping at his face and slicing through his hair and clothes. He loved the way his stomach dropped when he dived, and the way his heart soared when he twisted upwards. And his absolute favorite thing to do?
Chasing the Snitch.
It was an exhilarating rush whenever he spotted the little golden orb and quickly took flight after it. The Snitch was such a sneaky little thing, zipping and zooming every which a way, with a particular keen to heading upwards, towards the sun. Harry loved the challenge of chasing the Snitch. Draco said he was a natural Seeker, which he only found out what a Seeker was later, after he read Quidditch Through the Ages.
“Harry, Draco; the two of you be good. Am I understood?” Narcissa warned, kissing them both on the forehead and squeezing them together in her arms.
“Yes, mother.” They chorused.
“Write to me every day.”
“Yes, mother.”
“Oh, and make friends.”
“Yes, mother.”
“Eat every day and get at least eight hours of sleep every night.” The one was directed at Harry with a pointed look.
“Yes mother.” Draco arched a brow at Harry’s groan.
“And—.”
“Cissa.” Lucius said quietly. “Leave them be.”
Narcissa spared a small, helpless look with her husband. “Lucius, they are leaving me.”
“And they will write to you every night and visit when they can.”
“We promise mother.” Draco said, with a firm nod from Harry.
A loud whistle interrupted whatever Narcissa was about to say next and she pursed her lips until it stopped.
“Goodbye, boys.”
“Bye mother, father.” The two hugged their mother again and nodded goodbye to their father.
Falling in step, the boys quickly made their way onto the train and found an empty cabin towards the back. Harry stretched out on one of the benches after shoving away his trunk and Angel’s empty cage. His owl had flown off to Hogwarts ahead of him, as did Draco’s Noir. When Harry settled down, Nox cautiously slid out, flicking his tongue.
Draco arched a brow as he sat down, crossing is legs. Harry grinned in retaliation and gave the blonde a pointed look at his lap. His own ‘forbidden’ pet was slumbering peacefully curled up in his lap. Draco sighed.
“I swear all she does is sleep.” He frowned. “I hope she is not sick.”
Harry sat up. “She is not sick, Draco. Maybe she is just growing or something. You know, now that she has a master and all, her magic has probably increased.”
“Hopefully you are right, brother.”
“Of course I am right.” Harry scoffed. “Who do you take me for, some Muggle?”
Before Draco could respond, the door to their cabin slammed open and two people entered as if it was their cabin. Harry was up immediately, his wand digging into the throat of the nearest one with a murderous expression on his face. Draco inconspicuously slipped the sleeping Snow into his robes.
“Who are you and why are you here?”
The one at wandpoint, a boy their age with dark tan, caramel-like skin and violet eyes, was unfazed. He sighed and turned his disinterested gaze from Harry to Draco. The blonde had stayed in his seat, watching the scene before him with no movement to stop his twin.
“Draco, do you mind getting your friend to stop pointing his wand at me? This is highly uncomfortable.”
“I do mind, actually, Blaise.” Draco said. “I cannot control what my brother does. He has a mind of his own and he does like to use it every once in a while.”
“Brother—?” The girl—a little brunette who could be considered pretty were it not for her flat nose—began, only to be cut off by Harry.
“Do you know these two, Draco?” He growled out.
Draco sighed. “Yes, they are friends of mine. The one you are threatening is Blaise Zabini and the girl beside him is Pansy Parkinson. I assume they only want to join us, Harry.”
“Hmm…” Harry drew back his wand and took a step back. His and Blaise’s eyes locked but before either of them could say anything, Pansy suddenly exploded.
“Draco, what the hell? Who is this guy, and why are you calling him your brother? You don’t have a brother.”
“On the contrary, Pansy.” Draco began in a calm voice, though his eyes were narrowed with frustration. “Harry is in fact my fraternal twin brother. He was born with a critical illness, therefore St. Mungos kept him under their care in their facilities. It wasn’t until he came into his magical inheritance did he become strong enough to finally leave St. Mungos.”
It was a lie, of course. A fabrication Harry himself came up with as a cover-up for his sudden appearance. Obviously he and Draco refused to hide their newfound relationship as brothers, and so people would naturally ask questions. Not to mention they now looked very much alike. And so came his sob story of being a weak baby unable to do anything until he came into his inheritance.
Pansy seemed to accept it well enough, for she shrugged and pranced over to sit on Harry’s bench. Blaise, however, wasn’t so easily swayed and his eyes stayed suspiciously looked with Harry’s. The raven narrowed his eyes, unwilling to submit to Blaise’s challenge of dominance, even if the dark skinned eleven year old was twice his size.
“For someone who just left St. Mungos, you seem to be pretty well off.”
“I have had a few months to get used to things.”
“Hmph.” Blaise gave Harry a slow once-over before brushing past him to sit beside Pansy.
Harry’s eye narrowed and his jaw clenched. He resisted the urge to whirl around and punch Blaise in the nose, though it was hard. Draco, noticing Harry’s dilemma, reached out to grab his brother’s sleeve.
“Harry.” He said in a soft, soothing tone. The raven immediately relaxed and turned around, sitting next to his twin.
“I am tired.” He put his head on Draco’s shoulder. “Let me sleep a little, Draco.”
“Lazy git.” Draco muttered, but shifted into a position more comfortable for both him and Harry, pulling a thin, slightly worn with use, book from his robes.
The raven hummed. “Love you too, my dragon.”
Draco snorted, but said nothing, opening his book. They were both aware of Blaise and Pansy gaping at them. Well, gaping on Pansy’s behalf; Blaise was simply staring at them with an unreadable expression. Neither of the twins cared, as it was something everyone would have to get used to. In the past few months, Harry had become terribly possessive of Draco, and within that possessiveness came a certain clinginess that Harry developed.
About half an hour later, the door to their cabin opened again. Though the others didn’t notice, Harry quickly unsheathed his wand, not removing his face from its place buried in Draco’s neck. Well, Draco noticed of course, but did not even raise his eyes from his book, though he was listening intently. Everyone else looked up to glare at the intruder.
It was a pretty blonde girl with vibrant blue eyes that flashed murderously. Another first year, already in her uniform robes. She flinched slightly at the looks Blaise and Pansy gave her, but raised her chin defiantly.
“Excuse my intrusion.” Her voice held the superiority of a pureblood, catching Harry’s attention. “But I was ill-fated to sharing a cabin with one of the blood-traitorous and idiotic Weasley’s. I fear that I had been insulted a few too many times to hold my temper, and had to take my leave from the cabin. Alas, I found similar problems, or issues of other sorts, in the other cabins. I must ask if it is too terrible for me to join your cabin?”
Pansy sneered. “As if anyone wants your pompous—.”
“You may join us.” Draco looked up from his book. “Though only if you can handle Pansy’s inane chatter.”
The girl smirked, ignoring Pansy’s glare. “I have a little sister, so inanity is not unfamiliar to me.” She stepped daintily into the cabin and sat on Draco’s other side. “I am Daphne Greengrass.”
“Draco Malfoy.” Draco gestured to his ‘sleeping’ brother. “This is my brother, Harry Malfoy; the boy directly in front of you is Blaise Zabini and the girl beside him is Pansy Parkinson.”
“A pleasure to meet you all.” Daphne said, though she only had eyes for Draco.
Though Draco was not interested in the new girl in the least. He only allowed her inside, instead of letting Pansy go off on her, was because he felt Harry’s interest in Daphne. He knew why too.
Daphne was Harry’s first exposure to another pureblood who acted as refined as the Malfoy’s. Blaise was quiet, uninterested in his surroundings, and acted how he wanted, reputation be damned. Pansy, on the other hand, was a loud, annoying, spoiled pureblood who enjoyed gossiping more than anything in life. Unfortunately, that was how most purebloods were in this day and age; very few families kept to the traditional pureblood upbringing of their children, such as the Malfoy’s, the Greengrass’, or even the Notts.
Even though his brother did not verbalize it, Draco knew that Harry wanted to observe more of the actions of Miss Daphne Greengrass. Which was why he did not let Pansy force the girl out.
No one noticed when Harry sheathed his wand, but Draco.
The five settled into a comfortable silence. Harry returned to his slumber on Draco’s shoulder, Draco returned to his book, Daphne crossed her legs and stared out the window, Pansy glared at Daphne, and Blaise leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. Everything was fine until the train was about halfway to Hogwarts.
Once again, the door to the cabin banged open. Harry growled lowly into Draco’s shoulder, barely loud enough for his twin to hear him. Draco looked up from his book to glare icily at the two standing in the doorway.
A girl with bushy brown hair and slightly large front teeth, and a boy who was slightly chubby and had a bad haircut. The boy seemed familiar, and it took Draco a moment to figure out why. The boy had to be Neville Longbottom, younger brother to Chuck. The girl was unfamiliar, though she had a smug look that looked fixed on her face. It was a look that irked Draco, causing Harry to stir as he felt his brother’s irritation.
“Have any of you seen a toad?” The girl said impatiently. “Neville’s lost his.”
Neville nodded slowly. “Me gran’ll kill me if she found out I lost ‘im.”
Harry quickly sat up, his eyes spitting green fire as he glared at the girl. “Of course we have not seen a toad, you stupid girl! Get out of here, your Muggle stench is suffocating me.”
The girl looked affronted. “Excuse me—.”
But Harry was done with her, his eyes now on a slightly cowering Neville. “And you, Longbottom. Put your shoulders back and push out your chest, you coward! Your fear can take you down two different paths, one that makes you weak and the other that makes you strong. It is up to you to decide which to take, though the path to strength is hard and tiring. You are a pureblood, Neville Longbottom, so act like it. Do not mind the negative things others say, because they are beneath you. Heed my words, coward. Now get out before I make you, and believe me, you do not want me to do it.” He finished dangerously.
A fire ignited in Neville’s eyes that hadn’t been there before, and the brunette boy nodded soberly, grabbing the girl’s arm and hauling her from the cabin. Harry huffed and returned to Draco’s shoulder. The blonde arched a brow.
“You were awfully nice to Longbottom.”
Harry grunted. “Only because of Chuck. Had I not recognized those features they share, I surely would have hexed them both. I really wanted to hex the mudblood.”
Draco hummed. “Just do not kill anyone, Harry.
“Un.”
The other three in the cabin gaped at the seemingly oblivious twins. Of course, both Harry and Draco were highly aware of the stares they were receiving, and they did not care in the least. They were not going to change the way they were to please others, who were all beneath them one way or another. If other’s wanted the honor to be in their presence, then it was those other people who would have to make the effort to change.
It was quiet the rest of the way to Hogwarts. At some point, Pansy and Daphne went to the restroom to change into their school robes and the boys took the chance to do the same in the cabin.
By the time they reached Hogwarts, the tension in the room had caused Harry’s mood to sour considerably. Not even Draco seemed to be able to placate the raven, who simply ignored his blonde twin and glared at everything.
Nor could the impressive first sight of Hogwarts managed to lighten his current temper. He snorted when the half-breed oaf directed all the first years to ‘self-moving’ boats, scoffed when the huge castle named of their school came into view, and huffed when Aunt Minerva—he had to remember to refer to her as Professor McGonagall now—led them into the magnificent Great Hall for their sorting.
Harry paid no attention to who was getting sorted where. He stood beside Draco as still as a statue, his face blank but his eyes glinting dangerously at the wizened man sitting at the head table. The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. The man who put Harry with those worthless Muggles.
When Draco’s name was called, however, Harry snapped to attention and gave his brother a subtle, but no less warm, smile of encouragement. The blonde nodded at him before raising his chin, dawning a haughty expression, and swiftly making his way to the stool, of which a very old and worn looking hat. The Sorting Hat.
The hat was barely placed on Draco’s blonde hair when it yelled out, “SLYTHERIN!”, causing a smirk to spread across Draco’s face as he slid gracefully from the stool and strutted towards the politely clapping Slytherin table. Daphne was already there, her eyes betraying her excitement even though her face was cold as Draco approached. And then it was Harry’s turn.
Ignoring the whispers that broke out as soon as his name was called—he could still hear the ‘another Malfoy?’ coming from many anyway—as Harry lifted his chin and began walking forward calmly. To hide his growing irritation, he let out what Draco jokingly called his ‘royal highness aura’ on full blast. The effect was instantaneous; the hall went silent as people stared after his graceful form in awe. He suppressed a smirk as he sat on the stool and allowed the hat to be placed over his head.
“Ah, another Malfoy, are you?” A sibilant voice said in his head.
Harry simply blinked. “Of course you can speak solely in our minds, that would make a lot of sense.”
The hat chuckled. “On the contrary, I rarely talk to anyone this way, though I was tempted to speak to your dearest twin. Not even that conniving headmaster knows of this ability of mines. The last time I have deemed someone worthy was many years ago; a boy with a mind very much not unlike your own, whose name was Tom Riddle. Of course, he goes by a different alias now, more commonly known as Lord Voldemort. Coincidentally, he was the one who gave your former self, Mr. Harry Potter, that scar.”
“Hmm.” Harry’s eyes narrowed. “I would like to meet this Tom Riddle. If he is indeed like me, then I have much I would like to learn from him.”
“Another dark lord on our hands, eh?” The hat chuckled again. “You are smart, and you have ambition. That would be great for Ravenclaw, but you have the thirst for power only found in SLYTHERIN!” It yelled aloud suddenly, then returned to Harry’s mind. “Good luck, young, rising Dark Lord.”
When the hat was removed from his head, Harry was faced with deadly silence and many stares. No doubt about it, he had certainly the longest Sorting in recorded history. Unfazed, Harry simply stepped lightly from the stool and, his expression blank, made his way to the Slytherin table and sat beside Draco. The blonde leaned into him as the Sorting hesitantly continued.
“Your mood has lightened, dearest brother.”
A small, cold smirk slid onto Harry’s face, sending a shiver down Draco’s back. “Indeed it has, my dragon.”
Eventually the Sorting ended with Blaise being Sorted into Slytherin. During that time, Harry allowed his gaze to sweep across the room, taking in the other students. Neville had been Sorted into the Lion’s den, as did the annoying mudblood. With her smug attitude, Harry would have expected to see her in Ravenclaw, but apparently not. Also found at the Gryffindor table had been strange sight; a large amount of redheaded students. Harry inquired Draco about the sight, and received a sneer.
“The Weasleys. A family of blood traitors, they are. Father is a Muggle-loving idiot and their mother is the human equivalent to a troll with Dragon Pox. Useless bunch.”
Harry hummed. His eyes were on the redheaded twins, who both wore devious smirks and were not as loud and exuberant as their peers. As a matter of fact, they came off more as sneaky Slytherins over defiant Gryffindors. He would have to look into that…
Then his gaze continued. Eyes the color of magical acid landed on the head table and suddenly widened as Harry’s scar began to pulse lightly. He eyed the one who seemed to make this occurrence possible.
It was a rather small man wearing a turban, who flinched away from the others and looked as if he was stuttering as he spoke to the headmaster. Harry’s eyes narrowed. He could feel a power far more sinister than what the man seemed to be capable of radiating from the man’s every pore. But Harry knew better than anyone that looks could be deceiving. He himself had changed, becoming a hard-faced boy with an even harder heart, but when needed, he could summon the look of an innocent boy in an instance.
Suddenly the man looked up and their eyes locked. Dark brown eyes narrowed and flashed brilliant red as the man smirked slightly. Harry raised his chin in a polite nod of which the man returned, his smirk widening. Harry nonchalantly turned away, returned to his venture across the sea of students. The pulsing in his scar stopped immediately.
Yes, appearances could be quite deceiving.
As if on cue, the headmaster stood and began to speak as soon as the stool and Sorting Hat disappeared. Harry promptly tuned him out, not wanting to hear whatever the deceiving old man had to say. His attention was only returned when Draco lightly tapped his shoulder.
“Harry, the food has appeared.”
Harry looked down and frowned at the impressive sight of the spread in front of him and down the table. “I am not hungry.”
“And why not?” Draco frowned.
“I ate before we left for King’s Cross.”
“Harry that was hours ago!”
The boy shrugged. “I am still full.”
Draco sighed, his eyes showing his worry. “Eat something, please. Anything.”
Harry sighed. He couldn’t deny Draco when the blond took that tone, and his brother knew it. “Alright.”
Grumbling under his breath as Draco happily returned to his own meal, Harry reached out a snagged an apple. Feeling his brother’s glare, however, enticed him to also grab a few slices of bread and fill his cup with pumpkin juice. He received a warm leg pressing into his own for his efforts, the only affection he was going to receive from his brother until they were alone, he knew.
Dinner was eventually replaced with desert. Draco managed to convince Harry to eat more with a bribe of treacle tart. He had learned it was the raven’s favorite very quickly, and used it to his advantage. It also helped when he threatened to send mother a letter. They had no doubt Narcissa would mind sending Harry a Howler—in private of course.
Dumbledore rose once again when desert had disappeared. And Harry once again tuned him about. He of course caught a few phrases that he planned to ignore anyway, such as ‘don’t enter the Forbidden Forest’, and ‘stay away from the third corridor’. Well, the latter was coupled with ‘horrible, painful death’ which definitely caught Harry’s attention.
Why would there be something that would cause their death within the school? What was wrong with this man?
Harry was dismayed, and just like that, his mood was once again spoiled. Draco noticed and sent him a concerned look, but Harry simply continued to glare at their basket case of a headmaster.
The man finished with directions to the prefects, and a horrible few minutes of the school song. Everyone rose immediately, eager to leave the Great Hall and go to the dorms. Harry and Draco prepared to join their peers, but was approached by a upper classmen.
“Professor Snape has requested the presence of the two of you. I am to take you to his office.” She said.
Sharing a quick look, the two nodded and followed after the older girl. At first they went in the same direction of the mass of Slytherins who were headed towards the dorms located in the dungeons, but eventually they branched off and went down a separate hall. At the end of said hall, the stopped at the door and the upperclassmen knocked.
“Enter.” Came a smooth voice.
She opened the door and led them straight to Uncle Severus’—again, Harry had to remember to refer to him as Professor Snape—desk. The man was standing at a bookshelf, holding a book between his large hands, but closed it as they approached.
“Ah, my thanks, Miss Billick.” Snape said coolly, his expression carefully stoic. “You may wait outside to take them to the dorms.”
“Yes, Professor.” She turned and quickly left the room.
As the door closed solidly, Snape’s demeanor immediately changed and his gaze softened as he gazed down at the two boys. They also relaxed, their blank masks falling, revealing Harry’s irritation and Draco’s excitement.
“How are you boys?” Snape said. “My apologies for my lack of visitation during the summer, but I was required to prepare for the new year.”
“Understandable.” Draco said. He glanced over and came to the conclusion that his irked brother was not going to speak. “It has been fine…so far. Harry has already threatened some students, and I believe he wants to kill the headmaster. So far everything had been…unpleasant for him. I, on the other hand, am excited to attend class.”
Snape hummed, his dark eyes on Harry. “Harry? Talk to me, little one.”
Something in Harry snapped and his magic lashed out, causing the flames in the wall torches to flare exceedingly. “Everything is so irritating. The students, the noise, the unneeded flare! And surely that bloody old conniving headmaster!” He huffed.
“Oh, Harry.” Snape said, his lips pursing. He watched as Draco pulled his twin into a tight embrace. “I would be lying if I said things get better from here on out. But do know that knowledge is the key to your success, to your gain of power, and the path to get that knowledge is a hard one. Think of your life here at Hogwarts as a challenge, and how powerful you will be when you complete it.”
“Un.” Harry pulled away from Draco. “Sorry for yelling, Uncle Severus.”
“Quite alright. Now you two hurry of to bed; you have lessons in the morning.”
“Yes, Uncle Sev’.” The two chorused, waving goodbye as they left the office.
The upperclassman was waiting just outside, and began to walk away without a word. Harry glanced at Draco, and the two hurried to follow after her. The dorms weren’t too far away, and the entrance was so nondescript that the twins didn’t realize they had arrived until the older girl spoke.
“This is the entrance.” She touched a spot on the wall where there was a very small engraving of a snake in the stone. “To enter, you must touch this mark, and say the password. There are multiple engravings throughout the castle. Inside the dorm is a single engraving; just by touching it will cause the entrance to automatically open to this location, but once you memorize the map of the school, you then can touch it and say a specific place where another engraving is located, causing the entrance to open there. The password is ‘Familia Primum’.”
On cue, the stone began to slide to the side, revealing a short passageway. The upperclassman gestured for them to go in first. The passageway opened into an antechamber like room, the walls transparent and revealing murky water. A school of fish swam by and Harry realized that they were indeed underground and what he was looking at was the lake they had floated on boats across to reach Hogwarts.
“The dorms are naturally cold because of the lake.” The upperclassman said from behind them. “So the fireplaces are always lit. And there are heating charms in the walls, couches, and your beds. Rest assured, if you were to die down here, it would not be because of the cold.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed at her choice of words. He had no time to dwell on it as she pointed towards an archway.
“That leads to the boy’s dormitories. Breakfast begins at eight, classes at nine.” She turned towards the archway opposite to the one she just pointed out. “Goodnight.”
When she was gone, Harry turned and headed for the archway that would lead for the boy’s dormitories. Draco followed after him, lengthening his stride to match Harry’s fast steps. He had the longer legs, yes, but Harry always walked with a certain powerful purpose that resulted in his pace being faster and causing Draco to be the one that needed to keep up.
The archway led to a small area in which seven more archways could be found. Over each archway was a silver plaque with curving words—first year, second year, third year, on and so forth. Common sense ruling out the other choice, Harry shared a look with Draco before heading under the arch labeled ‘first year’. They were met with a hallway of doors lining each side.
Glancing to the side, Harry noticed that the doors also had silver plaques, but with designated names instead of years. Each plaque had three names, indicating whose dorm was whose and who they shared it with. Lips curling at the prospect of having to share a room with someone other than Draco, he began forward, reading the names until he found his one.
As luck would have it, Draco also shared his room. But a third name was not on the plaque under theirs. A letter was attached to the door, and Harry grabbed and opened it, feeling Draco look over his shoulder.
Mr. Malfoys,
It has come to my understanding that it is quite rather uncomfortable for the two of you to share quarters with others not of your blood due to past circumstances. Fortunately, the number of Slytherin first years did not demand the use of all the dormitories, therefore allowing the only two of you to share a room together. Good luck with classes tomorrow!
With regards,
Professor Dumbledore
Harry shuddered when he read the headmaster’s name, immediately crumpling the paper and willing it to catch fire. He released it and watched as the burning ashes fluttered to the ground. Draco let out a disconcerting sound.
“I was still reading.” He complained.
“It was nothing.” Harry shrugged, opening the door. “Just that we have this room to ourselves.”
“Oh good.” Draco swept inside before Harry. Then he stopped and tsked. “How unacceptable.”
Curious, Harry stepped into the room and looked around. It was a rather plain—for pureblood standards anyway—and altogether probably the size of Draco’s room alone. The room was done completely in silver, dark green, and black. It was set up with matching furniture on opposite ends of the room. Harry’s trunk was at the foot the bed to the right, and Draco’s was to the left.
“It is for the best, I guess. Maybe that is why the dorms are sectioned off by years; the rooms get better as we get older.” When Draco continued his whining, Harry snorted, stepping forward to wrap his arms around his brother. He had craved for such contact all day. “My dragon, you have to make the most of the situation. Are you not excited for class tomorrow?”
“Yes, but…” Draco huffed. “How am I to sleep in such…ghastly conditions?”
Harry chuckled. “It is not too bad. Shall we sleep together for the night, however?”
“As if you would have it any other way.” Draco snorted.
“You know me too well.”
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