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Of Purebloods and Wings	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 38882 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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“I’m coming with you.” Draco said, falling into step with Harry and Neville as the other two left lunch.

Harry stared at him for a few moments.

Blinked twice.

Stared some more.

Then, “Are you mad?!” He asked incredulously. “I can’t invite you into Gryffindor Tower! They’ll hang me!”

Draco scoffed. “I hardly think it’ll be that big a deal, Potter. Tell you what: you let me help you pack for the weekend, and I’ll bring you into the snake pit later on today.” He offered.

“Already been.” Harry said dismissively.

Draco frowned. “When?” He asked.

Harry smirked. “Second year. You let me and Ron in. We were Polyjuiced as Crabbe and Goyle.” He revealed.

Draco groaned. “Great. Well, I’ll bring you in legitimately, this time. Come on, I’m not going to do anything but help you pack, I swear!”

Harry sighed. “Fine, but if anyone wants you out, you’ll go.” He added. “I’m not risking my friends for you.”

“I’m your friend, too, I thought!”

“You are.” Harry assured him. “But you also have no choice in the matter. You have to get along with me. I’ll be family soon.” He reminded the blond.

“I could just become estranged from my father. Fathers, I should say.” He corrected himself.

Harry smiled. “You’re too close to Lucius to do that; I know that much already.”

They got to Gryffindor Tower. Harry whispered the password and led the way in. Not many people were there, since classes were going on, but most Seventh-Years had a free period, and there were a few people who stared.

No one said anything, though, so Harry led Neville and Draco up to the dormitory.

He opened his trunk and began digging around in it, pulling out his yellow pyjamas and throwing them up onto the bed as he dug around some more.

Draco sighed. “Let’s see what you’ve got, then.” He said, gently shoving Harry out of the way and going through his trunk. “This is nice.” He pulled out a dark purple shirt. “You’d look good in this.” He threw it onto the bed.

Harry sighed, leaning against one of his bedposts. “I’ll just let you pack for me, then, shall I?” He asked peevishly.

“Good idea.” Draco agreed from his spot in front of the trunk.

*****

Harry had the transfigured duffel bag full of clothes shrunk and in his pocket as he walked toward Lucius’ rooms.

‘I’m really going to do this.’ He thought a bit giddily. ‘I’m going to spend two nights and two days with Lucius, away from school. I don’t even know where we’re going.’ The thought was equal parts daunting and alluring, and he wasn’t sure whether he should be excited or nervous as all hell.

He whispered the password and entered Lucius’ rooms, sitting in the man’s chair. There was rustling coming from the bedroom, and the door was open just a crack.

“Was Draco right to ask me to bring you a bathrobe?” Lucius’ voice called out from the bedroom.

Harry flushed. “Um, yeah. I don’t have one, so…”

“Alright.” Lucius said, then hummed. “I’ll get to see you in my clothing again. This pleases me a great deal.” He purred.

Harry chuckled. “I’ll bet it does.”

Lucius’ head poked out. “You look good in my clothing, but far better out of it.” He added with a smirk.

Harry’s flushed deepened. “So,” He asked once Lucius’ head had retreated back into the bedroom, “where are we going?”

Lucius tutted. “You’ll find out when we get there, and not a minute before, my Harry.” He said evenly.

Harry sighed. “Well, it was worth a try.”

A zipper sounded, and then a shrinking charm was cast, and Lucius stepped out of the room. “Hang on a second, let me get the Portkey.” He said, then went over to the desk and opened a drawer, rifling through it for a second. “First, we’re going to Diagon Alley. There are two stops that need to be made there.”

Harry frowned. “What? Where?” He asked.

Lucius smiled. “Ollivander’s first. We’re getting you a spare wand. And also, we’re stopping by Gringotts, so you can grab your sheath from the Potter vault, which should have opened to you on your birthday.”

“Oh. Right. I got a letter from them on my birthday. I’d forgotten about it when my wings came out, and all.” Harry mused. “I wonder what’s in it.”

“Heirlooms, portraits, deeds to any ancestral homes you’ve inherited, those sorts of things.” Lucius said dismissively. “The sheath will be there, as it hasn’t been used recently.” He found the Portkey card and slipped it into his pocket.

Harry frowned. “How do you know that? Maybe my dad courted my mum.” He pointed out.

Lucius shook his head. “The courting is old-fashioned, it’s rarely used nowadays. Your father and mother courted more traditionally by today’s standards, by going out, then going steady, and then they became engaged with a ring, rather than the way we’ll do things. I heard about it from my father. He was scandalized that the Potters were allowing their son to marry a Muggleborn, and he talked about it at length.” He told Harry.

“Oh.” Harry said. “I didn’t know.”

Lucius shrugged. “It’s not really important to know these things. It won’t impact our courtship at all.” He said. “Are you ready to go?” He asked Harry.

Harry nodded, getting up. “Whenever you are.” He answered.

They left the room and headed toward the gates. “We’ll Apparate to the entryway to Diagon from the Leaky, there’s an apparition point there. Be sure you move as soon as we get there, it’s used fairly frequently.” He said.

Harry nodded. “I can do that.”

They walked the rest of the way to the gates in a companionable silence, their hands brushing against each other frequently.

Harry let a bit of his magic travel to his hand, and deliberately let it brush against Lucius’.

Lucius glanced over at the touch, and smiled, taking Harry’s hand in his own.

The familiar feeling that his hand was brushing up against silk met his senses again, and Harry smiled back at the man.

They got to the gates and Lucius pulled Harry close. “Ready?” He asked.

Harry nodded, and Lucius Apparated them.

When they landed, Lucius pulled Harry out of the way and opened the entrance to Diagon.

They walked through and headed down the cobbled street.

“Ollivander’s first, and then we’ll visit your vault. You might find more than you expect there.” Lucius said. “That way, we have more time to spend at the vault if we need to.” He said. He opened the door and ushered Harry into Ollivander’s. “Ollie.” Lucius said with a nod. “We need a private consultation.” He told the man.

Ollivander nodded and got up, switching his sign from ‘open’ to ‘closed.’ “What do you need?” He asked.

Lucius smiled. “Harry needs a spare wand. He can’t face the Dark Lord with his own; they’re brothers.” He told the man.

“I know that.” Ollivander said mildly. “I remember—“

“Every wand you sell, yes, so you’ve told me.” Lucius finished for him.

Ollivander smiled. “I even remember the wand that chose you, so many years ago. Ten inches, elm, dragon heartstring core. Excellent for dark rituals, as well as being particularly powerful on its own.” He said.

Lucius chuckled. “Yes, that’s mine, though I use my great-great grandfather’s now.” He said, running a hand over the snake-headed cane.

Ollivander sighed. “Of course you do. Do you still have your own?” He asked.

“I do.” Lucius answered. “But we’re here to get Harry a spare.” He redirected the man.

Ollivander turned to Harry. “So, eleven inches, holly and phoenix feather core. Let’s find you a secondary. It won’t work as well while you still have the first, but we can find you one that will follow your directives well enough.” He said.

Harry nodded. “Alright.”

Ollivander pulled down a few boxes. “First, this one.” He opened one and took the wand out. “Nine inches, cherry and unicorn hair. Quite versatile, and good for charms.” He handed the wand to Harry.

Harry cast a wingardium leviosa on the box, and only got a burst of green sparks. He smiled. “I don’t think so.”

Ollivander chuckled. “I’d say not. Well, no matter. Perhaps this one. Twelve inches, birch and Diricawl feather. Try it, I have a good feeling about this one.”

Harry tried to levitate the box again, and this time it worked. He blinked in surprise. “It worked. I thought we’d have to go through at least ten more before we found me one.” He said in mild shock.

Ollivander smiled and shook his head. “Not at all. After the first time, I’ve got a feel for what matches a person. You seem to be good with feathers and light creatures, so I decided to try those first. It gets easier as I narrow down options.” He told the teen. “That’ll be three galleons, and when you leave, could you put the sign to rights?”

Harry paid him and nodded. “Sure.”

Lucius wrapped an arm around his waist and they left, heading for Gringotts.

“He’s good, and getting a spare wand is always easier.” Lucius whispered into Harry’s ear.

Harry blushed at the man’s close proximity. “I guess so.” He agreed.

Lucius pulled back a bit as they ascended the steps in front of Gringotts. “Who’s in charge of your trust vault?” He asked.

Harry licked his lips. “Um, Griphook.” He said.

Lucius nodded. “Would you like to continue using him for your needs, or do you want to switch to whichever goblin your ancestors appointed?” He asked.

Harry blinked in surprise. “I get to choose?” He asked.

Lucius raised an eyebrow, ushering him though the doors. “Of course; they’re your vaults, you are in charge of deciding who has access to them.” He assured Harry.

“Oh. I trust Griphook.” He said firmly. “I’d like to keep using him.”

Lucius nodded and they walked up to the counter. “Harry Potter has come to see the Potter vaults.” He said.

The goblin behind the counter looked at Harry, then drew out a piece of paper. “This is the first time you’ve been here since reaching your majority, yes?” He checked.

Harry nodded. “It is.” He affirmed.

“Hmm.” The goblin put the paper down in front of Harry and pulled out a pin. “Prick your finger and allow a drop of blood to fall onto the paper. It will ascertain your lineage and tell us whether you are entitled to the Potter vaults, and any others you’ve inherited with your coming-of-age.” He said.

Harry took the pin and pricked his finger, letting a single drop of blood fall to the paper, where it was immediately absorbed.

Black lines appeared on the paper, reading out: ‘Harry James Potter, son of James Charlus Potter and Lily Evans Potter, Godson of Sirius Orion Black. Inherited on July 31, 1997- vaults 842, 843, 956, and 957.’

“842 and 843 are the Potter vaults. One will be artefacts, the other money. The other two will be the same for the Black inheritance.” Lucius told him as the goblin handed him the four keys.

“Okay.” Harry answered.

“Would you like to appoint a new representative for your vaults?” The goblin asked. “The current is Ragnok.”

“I’d like to appoint Griphook.” Harry answered firmly.

The goblin nodded. “Very good, Sir. Which vault would you like to visit first?” He said, motioning for a smaller goblin to go fetch Griphook.

Harry looked at Lucius. “Any idea which ones are more likely to hold the artefacts?” He asked.

Lucius shrugged. “There is no way to know for certain, but it is usually the second number. The last number is generally reserved for items of value rather than cash.” He told the teen.

Harry nodded. “In that case, we’d better go see vault 843 first.” He said.

The goblin nodded just as Griphook appeared. “Mr. Potter has appointed you as his representative, and would like to visit his vaults now.” He told Griphook.

Griphook smiled and led them to the door leading off the main room and they got into a cart.

“Which vault would you like to see first, Mr. Potter?” Griphook asked.

“843, please.” Harry answered.

They sped downwards, going far further than the vault Harry was used to using, into the very bowels of the Earth, it seemed like.

Suddenly, they stopped. “Vault 843.” Griphook said, getting out. He held out his hand for the lamp and Harry handed it over, then handed Griphook the key when prompted.

Griphook opened the vault and stepped back, and Harry gaped at what was inside.

There was furniture, portraits, items of jewellery, and many other things that Harry had never imagined he’d own. He looked at a desk in the corner, walking over to examine the papers atop it. There were seven deeds to various properties, the one for the house in Godric’s Hollow at the top of the pile. Harry traced the letters, swallowing.

Lucius came up behind him and laid a hand on his shoulder. “The sheath will likely be in a box of its own, about this big.” He said, holding his hands about 45 centimetres apart.

Harry nodded and began to look through boxes for another box about that size. While he was looking, he came across a box of journals. “Oh!” He said softly, tracing the name on the top one; James Charlus Potter.

He picked it up and tears sprang to his eyes at the next one; Lily Evans Potter.

Lucius spoke again. “Shrink the box and bring it with you. Those are yours, it’s only right that you read whichever ones are of interest to you.” He said firmly.

Harry cleared his throat. “Right.” He whispered, putting his father’s journal back in the box and closing it.

He opened another box and sitting right on top was a box the right size to hold a ceremonial dagger and sheath. He opened it and gasped. The Potter sheath was gold, with rubies embedded in it, and had the Potter crest on it, encircled by more rubies. The dagger was encrusted with rubies, as well.

“That’s it.” Lucius said approvingly. “It’s lovely.”

Harry smiled. “It really is.” He breathed. “So, is this all we need?” He asked.

Lucius nodded. “That’s it. We can come back and look through the rest of these things at a later date, if you want.” He offered.

Harry nodded. “Yes, I really think we should.” He agreed.

“Then let’s get out of here and we can leave for the hotel.” Lucius offered.
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