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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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“So what exactly is the reason I need to steer clear of my husband for right now?” Draco asked, taking the glass of Firewhiskey Lucius handed him.

Harry waited until Lucius sat and took his lap, curling into his chest. Lucius sipped from his own glass while his free hand came up to hold Harry against him, sifting through the teen’s feathers absently. The man sighed. “Harry gave him excerpts from his mother’s journals; from what I understand, all the lines she wrote that involved or were directed towards Severus.”

Harry nodded mutely, not feeling up to speaking just yet. He would if he needed to, but for now, he just wanted to be held while he absorbed what he had learned from Severus. His emotions were very close to the surface, and he was doing his best not to cry in front of Draco.

Draco nodded. “I don’t quite understand why that’s such a big deal.” He said softly, obviously confused.

Lucius sipped at his drink as he considered how best to explain things. Finally, he decided where to start. “Severus and Lily Evans grew up in the same town.” He began.

Draco nodded. “Yes, Cokeworth. He told me where he grew up. He won’t talk much about his past, but he’s told me some.” He said.

Lucius simply nodded. “Yes, well, when they were children, they connected over their shared magic, something no other children near them had. They bonded, from what I understand, remarkably fast and were nearly inseparable from a young age. But when they came to Hogwarts, they were sorted into houses that have a lot of history between each other; a lot of bad blood.”

Draco bit his lip. “So they started to fight?” He guessed.

Lucius shook his head. “Remarkably, no. That is the strange part. I was five years ahead of Severus myself, as you know, but as a Prefect, I was in the position of watching over the younger years, particularly the first years. You know the duties of the Slytherin Prefects, Draco, so you understand.”

Draco nodded. “Right. Make sure the first years aren’t being bullied, watch out for them, help to set up study groups for those that are having trouble fitting in. Guide them. Protect them.”

Lucius nodded. “Exactly. In those days, however, the Dark Lord was rising to power. We were also tasked, for those of us in certain families, with the duty of picking out those that showed particular promise or had special talents that were hard to come by. Any prodigies that may have reared their heads. Everything else came second, finding talent was our primary job.” He paused for a few moments, then continued. “Severus was one of those prodigies. His talent for Potions was echoed only by Lily Evans, but he was slightly better than her, and I was unable to gain her trust, since I was a Slytherin, and she, a Gryffindor.” He explained. “I noticed Severus’ unique abilities in his second year. I began grooming him for the Dark Lord’s service, telling him tales of the Dark Lord’s noble purpose, how he would raise those around him up, to be the elite of society. I believed it then, and didn’t realize that I and others like me would have to earn our own places in society, not because of, but despite our place among his followers. When I left Hogwarts, I entrusted his continuing education to the next Prefect in line. I don’t know exactly what happened between Lily Evans and Severus to cause them to fall apart, only that it was the fault of James Potter, Sirius Black, and Severus’ own wounded pride. He apparently let his tongue run away with him, and ended up pushing her away, and from what I can tell, she never forgave him, nor has he forgiven himself.” He finished.

Harry cleared his throat. “She forgave him. It was one of her last entries. She had convinced my dad to give him a chance. She was even going to make him the Godfather of my little brother or sister.” He said softly, voice breaking.

“Brother or sister?” Draco asked.

Harry nodded, burying his face in Lucius’ shirt as tears slipped from his eyes, unbidden. “She was pregnant when he killed her.” He whispered against the man’s throat.

Lucius let out a long, slow breath, the exhale sounding pained. He set his drink down and brought his other hand up to hold Harry against him tightly. “Oh, Harry, my love.” He whispered, cradling the distraught teen.

Harry let the tears flow, not caring anymore that Draco was there. The blond was going to be family soon, he could pick worse people to cry in front of.

Draco sighed softly. “I can’t go back there tonight.” He realized. “Not if you gave him that news, too. He’ll be heartbroken.”

Harry nodded, sniffing. “I didn’t leave anything out.” He told them.

Draco swallowed. “Father...”

“You’ll stay here, tonight, and get up early tomorrow to go retrieve your books and anything you’ll need for class.” Lucius said firmly. “He’ll be fragile tonight, and likely to do or say something he’ll regret, but he’ll rally before classes tomorrow and continue on as normal. We’ll just wait out the storm.”

Draco nodded. “I’ll need pyjamas.” He said. “Mine are all at Prince Manor right now.” He admitted, flushing.

Lucius groaned and shook his head. “I’ve raised a harlot of the worst order.” He mourned.

Draco huffed. “Well, it’s not like I’ve exactly needed them since we married, now, have I?” He snapped.

“You can borrow mine.” The man said wearily.

Harry made an appreciative sound and Lucius looked down at him in amusement. “Stop visualizing me naked.” He said firmly.

Harry snorted. “I can’t help it.” He said quietly.

“Argh! Not in front of me!” Draco said in horror.

Lucius gave his son a mild glare. “Then avert your eyes and pretend you’re somewhere else.” He replied.

Harry flushed. “Sorry.” He muttered. “I can be good.”

“Thank you.” Draco said in relief.

Lucius pressed a kiss to the side of Harry’s head. “Feeling a bit better now?” He asked.

Harry smiled, nodding and pressing an answering kiss to the side of Lucius’ neck. “A little bit.” He confirmed. “Thank you.”

Draco eyed the two. “That’s as affectionate as you’re getting in front of me, right? Because I don’t think I can handle much more past that.”

Harry chuckled, sliding off of Lucius’ lap. “Not exactly.” He told the younger blond, then leaned in to share a deep kiss with Lucius before smiling brightly at the man. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said, then left the two blonds alone.

*****

“Mr. Potter, please stay for a moment. I would like to have a word with you.”

Harry’s eyes locked with Hermione’s and she raised her eyebrows at him.

Harry just shrugged. He had no idea why Severus would want to talk to him, but he’d learned early on not to do anything to anger him, so he was hardly going to ignore the order.

The class slowly emptied and Severus flicked his wand at the door, closing it to give them privacy.

“Sir?” Harry asked nervously.

Severus sat behind his desk and folded his hands. “Mr. Potter, I wanted to thank you for the gift you gave me yesterday.” He said. “I had thought that Lily put me from her mind once our association ended, and finding out that she still thought of me, and fondly at that, meant a lot to me. Not to mention the news at the end, which, while bittersweet to think on, has warmed my heart considerably. If you want to, we can talk about her again and I will answer some more questions of yours. Just please do me the courtesy of trying to steer clear of painful topics, and be willing to leave me if I request it of you.”

Harry blinked in shock. “Of course!” Harry said when he found his tongue again. “I’d like that, thank you.” He said with a smile.

Severus nodded and flicked his wand at the door, opening it again. “Get out of my sight.” The man said sharply, though the corners of his lips were pulled up in a hint of a smile.

Harry laughed and hurried out of the room.

*****

“What’s it like?” Harry asked abruptly, looking up from his essay and focusing on Draco.

The blond set down his quill and sighed. “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to be a bit more specific, Potter.” He said dryly. “What’s what like?”

Harry flushed. “Right, sorry. The bond. What’s it like?”

Draco tilted his head. “Well, it’s hard to explain to someone who’s never experienced it.” He said slowly. “It’s like having a sense of Severus. Where ever he is, I can feel him. I knew he was having a bad time last night, but before it got really bad, he closed off the bond. I had to talk to him during lunch to get him to open it back up. I can tell what emotional state he’s in from a distance, any time I want. Like right now, for instance. He’s calm, his mood is very tranquil. I think he’s probably brewing.” He said with a small smile.

Harry nodded. “Does it make fights worse? Do you, like, get caught in a feedback loop that only makes you more upset with each other?” He asked. “It seems like feeling each other’s anger would only worsen the situation.”

Draco’s smile widened. “Are you worried about that? For one, don’t be, Father’s not the type to lose his head over anything. If he gets angry with someone he calmly requests that you give him some space so he can cool down before he says anything he’ll come to regret. For the second thing, it actually serves to prevent fights a lot more often than it causes them. For example, misunderstandings usually cause fights if they go unresolved, right?”

Harry nodded, frowning. “Yes, I suppose so.”

“Well, with the bond, if you say something that gets misconstrued, you’ll immediately know by gauging your mate’s emotional response to what you said. And emotional responses are reflexive; they don’t lie.” Draco told him. “If something you say doesn’t get understood the way you meant it, you’ll immediately know and you can correct the assumption as soon as it happens. Also, if you manage to hurt your mate’s feelings, you’ll know as soon as it happens, and you’ll also know how severely you hurt them, and you can try to fix the problem as soon as it happens. The bond is a good thing, it makes things easier on you, not harder.” The blond assured Harry. “You’ll love it, sappy Gryffindor that you are.” Draco teased.

Harry snorted and hit him on the back with his wing.

“Oi!” Draco used his wing to shove Harry in return. “Get back to work, these essays aren’t going to write themselves!”

Harry sighed. “Wish they would.” He muttered, looking down at his.

Draco picked up his quill. “Don’t we all?” He agreed.

“Oh, one more thing.”

Draco quirked an eyebrow at him. “Yes?” He asked.

“About the whole magic compatibility between the people that are standing with you at a wedding thing… I have some questions as to how to test for that.” He said, flushing.

Draco smirked. “Oh, right, it’s about that time for you and Father, isn’t it? Ask away, and I shall answer.” He said lightly.

*****

“And Hermione, once we’re done with this, I need to talk to you in private. There’s something you need to know to be part of a magical ceremony that you probably weren’t taught, since you didn’t have anyone to teach you. Ginny probably doesn’t know yet, either. Draco says I can teach you both, though. Since I’m the one that needs you to know it, and all.” He finished in a mutter.

Hermione frowned. “Alright.” She said.

Ginny looked interested, but she didn’t say anything.

Harry opened the door to the room of requirement and led the other four inside, shutting the door behind them. “Alright, the easiest way to do this is probably for you all to just sit on the couch. Close together, if you don’t mind.” He added.

Neville took one end and Ron took the other, the two girls sitting in between them, close enough that their legs were pressed together.

“Ron and I are pretty compatible, and Nev and I are, too.” Ginny explained. “This way is best, because the only one I haven’t checked compatibility with is Hermione.”

Harry nodded. “Good thinking.”

Hermione looked at Ginny curiously. “What do you mean, ‘checked compatibility with?’”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Have you ever noticed that when you and Ron touch, you can feel his magic, like a secondary sensation against your skin?” She asked.

Hermione nodded. “Yes, sort of. What about it?”

Ginny smiled. “That’s his magic, and it’s an indicator of whether or not you are magically compatible with a person. If you’re not, it feels gritty, if you are, it’s smooth.” She explained.

“Oh.” Hermione said softly, then looked at Ron. “Actually, that explains a lot.” She said almost to herself.

Harry drew his wand. “We’re missing the point here.” He said impatiently. “Is everyone ready?”

They all nodded.

“Videre rubinis.” Harry cast, waving his wand in a wide arc to encompass all four of his friends.

Ron’s aura was a light goldenrod colour, and Hermione’s a pale grey, showing that she didn’t have much magical background influencing her magical core, and it could easily go in any direction based on what she chose to use it for. Ginny’s was a blue, light, but a bit darker than Ron’s aura. Neville’s was a light sea-foam green. All four of the colours blended into each other seamlessly, showing that the group was all compatible with each other.

“Looks good.” Harry finally said with a smile. “I don’t think we’ll have any problems.”

Ginny smiled. “I figured as much.” She said lightly. “So, you two go away, and Harry will teach us girls whatever it is we need to know.”

Harry flushed. “Ron, your mum won’t mind, right?”

Ron smiled and shook his head. “No, if she needs to learn it early, she needs to learn early. It’s not some huge, life-altering moment, just a simple spell.” He shrugged. “I’ll write her and let her know that Ginny’s going to be a part of your wedding. She’ll be thrilled, I’m sure.” He told the brunet.

Harry nodded as Ron and Neville left the room.

Ginny and Hermione sat on the couch, facing him.

Hermione looked eager and Ginny looked mildly interested. “This is about the blessing spell, isn’t it?”

Harry looked at her, shocked. “Uh, yeah-“

Ginny smiled. “I listened in while Mum was teaching Ron.” She revealed. “I already know how to do it, I just haven’t tried it yet, is all.”

Hermione sighed. “Well, I don’t know!” She snapped.

Harry laughed. “Alright, so it’s non-verbal, which is why you only learn it once you’ve had practice with non-verbal spells.” He began. “The incantation is ‘benedictionem,’ and you just point your wand straight up, over the head of the person you’re blessing. When it works, you’ll see silver sparks that’ll rain down on the person you’ve blessed.” He added.

Hermione and Ginny both nodded, then pointed their wands over his head.

After a few moments, Hermione’s wand fired off some sparks, and she sat back, looking pleased with herself. A few seconds later, Ginny’s wand let off some sparks.

“I guess I don’t have much luck with non-verbal spells.” She said with a shrug. “But I cast a mean bat-bogey hex.” She added.

Harry laughed. “Don’t feel too bad. Hermione’s got a year of experience on you, after all.” He reminded the girl.

Ginny snorted. “Yeah, plus she’s some kind of super-genius.” She added wryly.

Hermione blushed. “I’m just an avid reader, that’s all.” She said mildly.

Ginny got up. “Well, I’m going to go head back to the common room. Are you two coming?”

Harry and Hermione shared a look.

Harry shrugged.

“Yes.” Hermione decided. “We’ll join you.”
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