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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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A/N Hi everyone. A big thanks to all who are sending in reviews. I really appreciate every one of them.

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Chapter Five

Harry and Draco sat with Lucius during the next duel, another trial between two fifteen year old wizards this time. Sitting a few rows back from the action, Harry tried to distract himself from getting emotionally involved in what was going on before him. He looked about the arena at all the people. But that didn’t afford him much comfort as it seemed many were looking straight back at him.

Harry shifted in his seat uncomfortably. He was use to people staring at him because of his fame. But the people looking his way now, looking and whispering to one another, seemed different from his usual group of fans. Harry felt they were judging him, condemning him for what he had did to that boy earlier. He wanted to shrink into his seat and disappear.

Draco also noticed the stares Harry was getting. He stood up from the other side of his father and came to sit next to Harry, blocking some of the attention from that side of the room. He bent to Harry and whispered, “Don’t worry, they are just jealous.”

But Harry didn’t get the feeling that they were jealous. He felt like he was different, a freak of some kind. Why did he have to lose control in front of all of them like that?

The trials were soon over and Harry breathed a sigh of relief when Lucius stood and indicated that they should leave.

“But there is more,” Draco said, noticing that most others were not leaving.

“You must be older to stay for the rest of the evening’s entertainment,” Lucius replied. “Come along.”

Harry and Draco followed him out and into a room with the floo they would need to make their exit. There were others standing around the room too, talking and taking refreshment. The boys noticed some of their friends standing next to their fathers. Harry supposed that they had to leave as well.

Two tall dark haired wizards were standing within the room with a painted up witch and when Harry entered, they stopped talking and stared at him. Lucius brought the boys to a halt before them.

“So, we finally meet, Mr. Potter.” One of the wizards held out his hand to shake. “I’m Rabastan LeStrange and this is my brother, Rudolphus.”

Harry took their hands in turn and shook them. “Pleasure to meet you, sirs,” he replied, politely. He wondered why they didn’t introduce the witch.

“And you as well,” Rabastan nodded. “You must be looking forward to the beginning of your training with a wand.”

Harry nodded. “Yes, sir.” It seemed the right thing to say.

“Unfortunately, my brother and I do not have a son to train. We would like to offer you our services in that regard. We understand you boys will begin your duel instruction after your first term, during the holiday intermission?”

Harry had never been asked about this before. Sirius had told him that he wouldn’t be allowed to use his wand when they weren’t at school until they were seventeen.

Harry glanced up at Lucius’ face. “I don’t think we are allowed to use our wands outside of school.”

“You would come here to practice, Harry. The school, nor the ministry, would be able to track the magic. You boys will gain much experience over your classmates.”

“It would be a secret?”

Lucius nodded. Of course it would be. Harry thought about how much he needed to learn to control his magic. He didn’t want to hurt people anymore, not on accident. And it would be good to get in that extra practice and have an advantage over others if he ever needed it.

He looked at the LeStrange brothers and nodded. “All right,” Harry agreed. “Can we bring our friend Blaise Zabini too? His dad died, and he doesn’t have anyone to train him.”

“Zabini’s boy is your age?” Rudolphus pondered. “I had forgotten. Yes, of course you can. We knew his father well. A Zabini is welcome in the inner circle. We shall speak to his mother.”

Harry and Draco smiled excitedly at one another. Now they could all learn together.

The painted witch bent over and squeezed Harry’s cheek. “Aren’t you adorable?” she crooned. “You and your friends come and see me in about three or four years. I’ll teach you a new sport as well,” she cackled.

After they had said their farewells, Lucius had blindfolded them once again and took them backwards through the multiple secret floo networks before ending up at Malfoy Manor.

“Father, what did that witch mean about a new sport? What does she teach?” Draco asked.

Lucius paused a moment, thinking of what to say. “Bed sport,” he finally settled on.

“Bed sport?” Draco pressed. “What in Merlin’s name is that?”

“It means the activities that go on in the bedroom between a man and a woman,” Lucius replied, as he removed his gloves.

Draco and Harry looked at one another with big eyes. Harry thought back to Sirius being in his bedroom with Bianca. What exactly did go on between a man and woman?

Draco seemed to know more than Harry did, as his face turned red. “She wants to marry us?”

Lucius laughed softly. “Hardly. She’s not the type of woman you would marry. She is good only for… hmmm… bed sport. When it is time to marry, you boys will marry pureblood girls from good families. But that is enough such talk. You will find out more when you are older. Your mother awaits you upstairs. Goodnight, boys.”

They took their baths and sat on Draco’s huge bed, talking, when Narcissa came in with a tray.

“I thought you two would like a little something to help you sleep tonight,” she said.

Harry looked at the two small glasses filled with a potion. The look on Narcissa’s face made Harry believe that she knew exactly what they had witnessed tonight. She knew they would need something to help them forget the violence, the death. They couldn’t speak of it. They couldn’t talk about what they saw. But they didn’t have to. Narcissa knew. Harry could tell.

He nodded and took a glass, sipping it down, as did Draco. She patted his cheek and smiled. “You boys are growing up. I know that it won’t always be easy, but I’ll be here to help in any way I can.”

“Thank you,” Harry said, softly.

OOOOO

The next morning Harry felt terrible. He moped at breakfast, pushing his eggs around his plate, his guilt about what he did to that boy last night overwhelming him.

“Boys, your friends Blaise and Theodore will be coming this afternoon while I have tea with their mothers. It would be a nice day for a swim,” Narcissa said, noticing Harry’s mood. She suspected it had something to do with last night. Draco seemed more worried about Harry than he did about his own sensibilities. Lucius had already eaten earlier and had left on business for the day.

“That will great,” Draco replied, trying to sound cheerful so Harry would not be so glum.

Narcissa finally said, “Harry, sweetheart, are you unwell?”

Harry glanced up at her face across the table. “No, I’m not sick. I just…”

“You just?” She pressed.

“I just have lots on my mind,” he said, not wanting to tell her that he was worried about himself. He was worried that he was a dark wizard that hurts people.

She was disappointed that Harry would not open up to her more, but she didn’t want to press him.

After breakfast, Narcissa led them into the library purposely sitting them down before a table of books she had picked out earlier that morning. She only had one more day with Harry to teach him some things he needed to know.

“Boys, I’d like you to take a look through these books.”

Harry and Draco thumbed through the books, their faces scrunched in disgust. People were getting burned, whipped, hung and drowned. The faces in the moving pictures were screaming in silent horror as crowds of angry people cheered for their gruesome demise.

“This is horrible, Mother,” Draco commented, face scrunched. “Why do you want us to look at this?”

“Because you need to know what Muggles did to our kind in the past. You need to know why our family feels the way it does about Muggles and keeping our worlds separate. This is what happens when we try to live amongst them. And those Muggle lovers in our world - they’ve forgotten what will happen if they open the doors to Mudbloods. Letting Mudbloods into our world and letting blood traitors marry Muggles, they are setting us up for a return to the burning times. They are revealing our world to Muggles - a world we have worked hard to separate and keep secret since that dark age.”

The boys listened as they flipped through the horrible images.

“This is why the Malfoys and some of the other pureblood families want to change things back to the old ways, before they started letting the Mudbloods in. Do you see what can happen if we don’t put a stop to it?”

The boys nodded, not wanting to imagine being the victims in the photos.

“You boys are our future. You need to understand and to find ways to stop the ministry from allowing the further destruction of our safety and well being.”

“We? We are only children,” Draco frowned.

“You won’t be forever.”

OOOOO

The summer afternoon was waning and the four boys lay nude on their towels, exhausted after swimming in the pond the last few hours. Some were drowsily slipping into a nap, the warm rays soothing them.

“Can you believe we’ll be off to Hogwarts next week?” Theodore mumbled, one arm slung lazily over his eyes as he relaxed on his back. “I wonder what house we’ll get put in.”

“I’ll be in Slytherin, of course. All Malfoys are put in Slytherin,” Draco replied. “Harry probably will too, seeing he’s a Parsel Mouth.”

“You can’t know that for sure,” Theodore replied. “No one knows for sure where they’ll end up.”

“Anything would be better than Hufflepuff,” Blaise laughed.

“You and Teddy might end up in Ravenclaw,” said Draco. “You two were the smartest at Merlin’s.”

“You’re smart too, Draco,” Blaise replied. “You could be a Ravenclaw.”

Draco shrugged. “Wouldn’t be so bad, I suppose. But I know I’ll be in Slytherin, and you too, Harry.”

“I don’t know,” Harry said. “My mom and dad were Gryffindors and Sirius was too.”

Draco shook his head. “Nope, you’ll be with me.”

Harry looked over at his best friend, but Draco had his eyes closed, enjoying the sun. How could Draco know where he’d end up? Harry realized that it was what Draco wanted and he wouldn’t accept any other outcome.

“If I end up in Hufflepuff, you have my permission to avada me,” Theodore joked. They all laughed.

“We could all be in Slytherin,” Blaise said. “Mother says many pureblood families end up there, especially our type.”

“What type?” Harry asked.

“Inner circle,” Draco answered for him. “You’re inner circle too, Harry. The Black family has always been inner circle.”

“Except for Sirius?” Harry asked. Sirius certainly never said anything about being inner circle and he didn’t seem to like Lucius Malfoy.

The other boys were silent for a moment. “Your dad is a bit different, Harry,” Draco finally replied. “He might have some of his priorities wrong. But he’s still a pureblood. No one blames you, though.”

“He’s a great wizard,” Harry defended, feeling a bit insulted. “Don’t talk badly about him.”

“I’m not,” Draco replied. “I like your dad. He’s nice.” But Draco said no more, not wanting to rile Harry further.

“At least you weren’t adopted by the Weasleys,” Theodore laughed. Draco and Blaise laughed along with him.

“Who are the Weasleys?” Harry wondered. And why were they so funny?

Theodore sat up, ready to entertain them. “They are a family of blood traitors. All of them have this flaming red hair. And there are so many of them. Father says they multiply like rats. Their mother pops out a new baby every year. And they are very poor and can’t afford them.”

“Why do they keep having children they can’t afford?” Harry asked.

“Because they are stupid and lazy, of course,” Theodore replied. “Father says if you are not rich, it is because you are either too lazy or too stupid or both.”

The boys laughed a bit more before growing drowsy again.

After a bit, Blaise asked, “Did you go to those duels last night? I wish I could have gone.”

The other three boys lay silent.

“Hey, are you all asleep?” Blaise persisted. “Did you go, or not?”

Harry rolled to his side, away from his friends, his stomach starting to turn. Why did Blaise have to remind them of last night? He had almost managed to forget about it this afternoon.

Draco glanced at Harry’s back, then glowered at Blaise. “Stop talking about it, Blaise.”

“Why? What’s wrong about it?”

“We can’t, o.k? We can’t talk about it. It’s not allowed.”

OOOOOO

Three days later, Harry went shopping with Sirius for his school supplies. He had so much to get: new robes, books, cauldrons, etc… But the thing he was most excited about was his wand. He was just stepping out of Olivander’s after thirty minutes of wand waving, his new wand put safely in a box and under his arm. He could still feel it buzzing with power, wanting to be back in his hand again.

As they left the shop, they ran into another group of people with kids. Sirius seemed to know them well.

“Arthur, Madam Longbottom, how wonderful to see you,” Sirius exclaimed, shaking their hands. Harry looked at the red haired man and his two red haired children, a boy and a girl. An awkward chubby boy stood next to the older woman. All the children were staring at him.

“And this must be Harry Potter,” Madam Longbottom smiled, holding out her hand. Harry took it and said, “Pleasure to meet you.”

“This is my grandson, Neville,” she said, referring to the chubby boy.

“Hel… hello,” he stumbled, awkwardly.

“Hi,” Harry replied.

The two red haired children stepped closer. “Are you really Harry Potter?” the boy asked.

“Yeah,” Harry grinned. If only he had a sickle for every time he was asked that…

“Harry,” Sirius cut in, “this is Arthur Weasley and two of his children, Ron and Ginny.”

Harry’s eyes opened wide as he remembered what Theodore said about Weasleys. And speaking of Theodore, he happened to come around the corner with his own parents at that moment and stopped dead in his tracks, looking at Harry standing with the red heads.

“Harry?” Theodore began. “What are you doing?”

Harry shrugged, not wanting to make a scene. He knew Teddy was cringing at the thought of Weasleys talking to Harry. Harry let his eyes travel to Sirius, letting Theodore know that he had no choice who he was talking to at the moment.

Sirius was busy talking to Arthur Weasley and Madam Longbottom and did not notice the Notts nearby.

Mrs. Nott took Theodore’s arm and began leading him away. Theodore turned his head back to Harry and called out, “We’re all meeting for ice cream. Be there.”

Harry nodded in understanding as Teddy was dragged around the corner.

He looked back at the Weasley boy, feeling a bit upset that one of his friends caught him talking to a blood traitor.

“We’ll see you tomorrow then,” he heard Sirius saying as he ended his conversation with the adults.

Wait, what?

Harry looked at his father, confused, as they made their way down Diagon Alley. “Tomorrow’s my party,” Harry stated.

“I haven’t forgotten,” Sirius replied.

“You said you would see them tomorrow, but tomorrow is my party.”

“I invited them to come, Harry. I think it would be good for you to make some other friends before you go off to school. Who knows? You may end up in the same house,” Sirius smiled.

“You invited them?” Harry asked, feeling panic rising. What would his friends do when they saw Weasleys at this party?

“But… they are Weasleys.”

Sirius stopped walking and looked down into Harry eyes. “Why would that be a problem?”

“I… they…” Harry could see that Sirius liked those Weasleys for some reason. “Nothing,” he said in defeat.

“Don’t turn into a snob, Harry,” his father said with a serious voice. “I’ve known the Weasleys a long time. And your father and mother were their friends as well. They are good people. You really might find you enjoy their company tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir,” Harry replied, reverting back to putting on a face of polite acceptance. But he felt torn inside. What would his friends think?

He saw his friend’s parents gathered in a group and when Narcissa spotted Harry and Sirius, she waved them over. “Hello, Harry, Sirius, you are just in time.”

“Hello, cousin, what are we in time for?”

“After all that shopping we are going in for a spot of tea. Oh, do come with us, Sirius. Harry could meet up with the boys. Dobby took them all to the ice cream parlour.”

Harry looked up at Sirius’ face, hopefully.

“All right,” Sirius sighed. “For a bit.”

“Wonderful,” Narcissa smiled. “Go on, Harry. The boys will be so happy you came.”

Harry went a few shops down to Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour where he could see his friends seated around a table inside. Vincent saw him outside and waved him in.

Harry sat down with them, setting his wand box on the table.

“Got away from those Weasleys, did you?” Theodore frowned. “I hope they didn’t get their germs on you.”

“I didn’t touch them,” Harry grumped. “But guess what? Sirius invited them to my party.”

“What?!” Draco exclaimed, practically jumping out of his seat. “We’ve got to be with Weasleys?”

“And that Longbottom kid too,” Harry frowned.

“Blimey, Harry,” Gregory shook his head, “what are we going to do?”

“I know,” Blaise spoke, mischief in his eyes, “we can use some of my mother’s potions in their drinks.”

“No, we can’t,” Harry replied. “Look, Sirius says he wants me to make more friends. If you go and do stuff like that, he’s going to tell me I can’t be with you guys anymore. He’ll probably tell me I have to be friends with Weasleys.”

They all sat silent for a bit. Then Draco shrugged. “Fine, we’ll be nice to them tomorrow, Harry, for your sake. We can just pretend, right?”

The other boys nodded, though unhappily.

OOOOO

A/N I hope you are getting a sense of how Harry’s opinions are getting molded, though it won’t always be so black and white for him as he does have influences from the light side as well. It will be a source of great conflict for him.

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