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Family Means More Than Blood	By : WingsofaDream Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 59826 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 7
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its associated characters are property of J K Rowling, not me. This story is not being written for profit, just for the lols.

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And just so you all know, I originally wrote this entire story before the final book came out therefore events are now completely made up and Horcrux predictions were, for the most part, wrong XD

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31st July 1995: Morning

Harry was floating somewhere between being awake and asleep when he heard the sound of the bedroom door open. When he and the rest of his family had been required to stay at Hogwarts for their own safety, Harry and Draco had been ordered to stay in their own House dorm. However, what their fathers probably did not know was that they had just been using the Slytherin room during their time there. It was for that reason that Harry was not in the least concerned that his bedroom door was opening; Draco was not laying next to him so it was obviously going to be him.

The mattress right beside Harry dipped under an extra weight and the young man allowed himself to roll towards the dip, coming to a stop when he lightly bumped into the leg of whoever it was who had just sat down. Moments later, a presence hovered over Harry's head for a moment before a kiss was pressed to his cheek. "Good morning." Draco's voice whispered.

Harry smiled at that and stretched while giving his reply: "Good morning."

"And happy birthday." The Luna Veela added on as he brought a hand down to run through the top of his mate's loosened braid. "Some cards and presents have already arrived including one from the twins as well as something extra from Father and Sev."

"I'm surprised they cared enough to send something."

"Surely you understand though. After all, you saw Sev's pensieve."

"Just because I know what's going on, doesn't mean I have to like it." Harry sighed as he stretched and then opened his eyes, immediately spotting something as he did. "Aww, you made me breakfast in bed." He said with a smile as he sat himself up, refering to the tray of food which had been set down on his bedside table. "You didn't have to do that."

"I don't have to do a lot of things." Was Draco's strange answer before he quickly rolled over. Harry gave a small, surprised cry as he was forced to lay down again and was then effectively pinned by the blond above him. "How about you show me just how much you appreciate it hmm?" He suggested as he leaned in for a kiss.

"Ugh, Draco, no, don't!" Harry protested, turning his head away and trying to push the Veela off of him. "My breath stinks."

Draco gave a bored sigh at that as he reached down with one hand. Moments later, the hand came back with his wand in hand. He tapped Harry's lips with the tip of the wand three times and Harry noted that on the third his mouth stopped tasting completely foul and instead took on a sweet and minty flavour. "There," the blond said with an easy grin as he put his wand aside. "Better?"

"I'm only thinking of you, you know. I'm sure you don't particularly want to snog someone with morning breath."

"You could never brush your teeth again and I would have no problem with ravishing you every morning the moment you wake up."

"Aww, well isn't that sweet?" Harry grinned moments before he reared up and connected his lips to Draco's.

Their kiss started out soft and sweet. It was romantic and what was only a minute felt like forever. Draco snaked his tongue out to lick Harry's lips causing a shiver of pleasure to run down the Gryffindor's spine. The feel of his tongue encouraged Harry to put his own into play. It was soon after that their kisses became more like a battle for dominance. As predicted, Draco, being the Luna Veela, won with ease as Harry allowed himself to become fully submissive. As the Veela ran his tongue along the roof of his mate's mouth, his tongue, even his teeth, the dark haired young man became a puppet waiting for his strings to be pulled.

While one of Draco's hands held onto his, Harry idly noticed that the blond was unbuttoning his pyjamas top with his other. The Gryffindor did the minimum amount of required movement in order to help the process along and make it easier for the Veela but otherwise lay there passively, accepting everything which was being offered. Soon, the pyjamas top was unbuttoned and left his lightly-haired chest exposed. Draco was quick to act then and almost the instant after the cloth of the pyjamas jacket had fallen aside, he had brought a hand up to gently tweak the right, dusty-pink nipple, eliciting a moan from the owner's rapidly drying throat. Harry's breathing was getting heavier as he felt a hot tongue glide along the length of his neck, starting from the slope and trailing all the way up to his ear where it then lightly traced the shell. Every touch made, no matter how small, sent shivers of arousal through his body and Harry basked in the feeling.

"Mmm, Draco..."

That was all it took to encourage Draco to do even more. Letting go of Harry hand, he reached down and began petting his mate's thigh through his pajamas bottoms. Because of Harry's focus on the other hand which was still tormenting his nipples in such a sweet manner, he did not even seem to notice. It was only when Draco reached down his pajamas bottoms that he finally took notice. Harry gave a somewhat startled gasp as, teasingly, the blond ran a finger the entire length of his erection.

Shuddering at the sensation, Harry closed his eyes for a moment before forcing them to open again. Draco looked down deeply into his eyes and they both held an intense gaze filled with their affection and love. The Veela cupped his mate's cheek, rubbing the soft skin with his thumb as he kissed his lips again. Harry closed his eyes in the kiss and did not notice when it ended until he felt the blond's lips travel along his jaw line and down his neck. Draco softly sucked on Harry's throat, enjoying the vibrations of the moans which were sounding. He did not apply enough pleasure to create a love-bite though he considered doing that later on.

Beginning to kiss lower still, Draco placed butterfly kisses down to the middle of Harry's chest. His pale hands nudged at the young man's pajamas top and, understanding the gesture, Harry complied and removed the only thing covering his upper body though it had hardly been doing an effective job for several minutes at that point. Smiling at his mate's obedience, the Veela gently gave his left nipple a kiss, causing Harry to moan softly, more at the sentiment behind the kiss rather than any sensation it created. Draco then captured the nipple between his lips and gently sucked on it, his hands coming up and giving Harry's other nipple attention with tweaks and pinches.

"Uhh...Draco..." Harry breathed as the blond swapped the attention, nibbling on the right nipple while his fingers played with the left. Harry gave an unhappy whimper when Draco left his chest but became quiet again when his kisses trailed to his stomach. However, he whimpered even more when the kisses continued on downwards, by-passing his ribs and then his belly-button...But then the kissing stopped and it was clear it was stopped for one main reason. "Draco, please!" He moaned, knowing he was being played with but not being able to stop himself; he so needed to be touched.

"Please what?"

"Please...Go lower..." Harry murmured, turning his head in slight embarrassment, currently still too aware of the situation to completely lose all inhibitions.

"Hmm? What was that?" Draco asked as he rested his head on the flat stomach of the young man underneath him, wanting to see how long it would be before Harry would break.

Surprisingly, it was not actually that long before Draco achieved his goal. A few slow, drawn-out breaths against Harry's hip-bone which also teased the Gryffindor's aching erection was all it took to draw a cry from the tormented teenager. "Lick lower, Draco!"

The blond obeyed his mate's wishes and he hooked his fingers around the waistband of the pyjamas bottoms before slowly pulling them down Harry's legs and off his feet, leaving him completely exposed to the Veela's hungry eyes. Harry was well aware of the sensation of his mate's eyes digging into him, drinking in his form, but he had long ago got used to such a thing. He no longer felt so self-conscious about his body when it came to earning Draco's approval and was quite comfortable being naked in front of the Slytherin.

Now that Harry was fully open to him, Draco took a moment to kiss and nip at the flesh of the bare thighs. However, he spent only a second or two on each before finally spreading apart the other teenager's legs and lowering his head towards his stiff shaft. The Veela's hot breath alone caused Harry's erection to twitch and throb and the Gryffindor could swear he could feel himself getting even harder. For an age it seemed that Draco was just going to hover over his erection, not doing anything. Harry was just preparing himself to beg for more attention again when Draco ran his tongue along his entire length, from root to tip. The young man gave a satisfied moan to that, encouraging the blond to do more with the promise of more tantalizing sounds to be his reward for good work. The Veela licked around the head with more pressure, causing Harry's breathing to become just that little bit more laboured.

"Draco!" He moaned in appreciation as he was licked again and again.

The actions were becoming increasingly more teasing as Draco continued his process of licks along the entire shaft and it soon was not enough. Harry gave little pleading moans and whimpers to try and get his mate to understand what it was exactly he wanted as his ability to speak seemed to have left him some time ago. Draco knew exactly what it was Harry wanted though and after he was satisfied with the state he had reduced his mate to, he finally obliged; he took the entire length into his mouth, causing Harry's back to arch and encouraging a long, loud moan of his name. The savory taste of Harry's seed played on the Veela's tongue and he instantly wished to taste it so much more. He began a soft sucking pressure, not wanting this all to be over too quickly but also wanting to move it along a certain amount.

The more Draco worked his tongue around the stiff length, the less Harry seemed to be able to breathe naturally. His chest heaved and the occasional choked gasp fought its way out of his throat. The young man's knuckles were turning white from the strength of which his hands griped the blankets of his bed and his back continued to arch towards his Veela's mouth. While one of the blond's hands stroked the sensitive flesh of Harry's inner thighs, his other hand went underneath the Gryffindor and began to tease his entrance.

After a couple of moments of that, Draco opened his eyes but never once stopped his pleasuring of Harry as he reached to the side to the bedside table with the hand which had been caressing the thighs. His position made it rather awkward but he managed to open the drawer and withdrew the pot of oil which he had been using on his mate every night since their father's had gone away. He managed to unscrew the lid and then brought his hand away from Harry's entrance long enough to coat his index finger and middle finger in oil. Then, he went back to teasing the other teenager's entrance.

Harry practically gave a sob when he felt the index finger enter him and he had not fully recovered when the middle finger entered him soon after. Having his entrance fingered was something the Gryffindor was used to now and so it was a quick process to get two fingers into him. Three fingers was something they had only tried once before so that would no doubt be the next thing he would be getting used to. That would obviously be on another day however because Draco quickly found his prostate and if the way he was relentlessly rubbing it was anything to go by, the Veela was making up for all the teasing he started with.

With all that pleasure running throughout his body, it was not much longer before Harry could feel his release rushing closer. "Dr-Draco...I-I'm gon...Gonna...Draco!" He gasped out the stutter as his orgasm crashed through him, his back arching as high as it could. It was such a rush of pleasure that seemed unbearable, prolonged by the continued suction on his member and the constant massaging of his prostate.

Harry's body trembled and he soon collapsed onto his bed bonelessly, breathing heavily as the rush of it all slowly died away. Draco had removed his mouth but had lingered behind, licking his mate's member clean and making sure to pull every single ounce of pleasure from the after-shocks.

Eventually, the blond finished up his task and left his mate to rest as he shuffled up to cuddle up to the young man. Once in position, the Veela pressed a kiss to the side of Harry's head just the Gryffindor finished catching his breath and his chest stopped rising and falling so drastically. The sated young man released one final, long sigh before allowing his eyes to close and his head to roll to the side so his nose was millimetres away from Draco's. The Slytherin smiled at him before leaning forward and gently bumping his nose against Harry's.

"Happy birthday, love."

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31st July 1995: Midday

Harry climbed the stairs up to Dumbledore's office easily, a bounce in his step provided by his happy, birthday mood. He had left Draco lounging in bed still in favour of paying the elderly wizard a visit to thank him for the gift he had given him. His annoyance at being kept in the dark about Voldemort had faded into the background for his birthday and he had no intention of starting confrontation with the man. No, all he planned was to say thank you for the gift and perhaps join in a cup of tea if it was offered.

However, upon reaching the door of the office, Harry was rather startled to hear raised voices coming from inside the room. Dumbledore was arguing with someone? Who? Harry crept a little closer to the door and strained his hearing to try and make out who the voices belonged to and what they were saying.

"...Are not talking about a whimsical visit for fun here, Dumbledore!" That was High Priest Sephiran's voice speaking in the harshest tone Harry had ever heard the man speak in. He almost sounded angry and that was something the young man had thought the Elf could not feel.

"It is not safe for Harry to leave Hogwarts at the moment, Sephiran, how many times must I tell you this?" Dumbledore's voice replied, also sounding rather annoyed which made everything even more disconcerting for the eavesdropping Gryffindor.

"This is not about you being concerned for Haryon's safety," Sephiran accused as Harry inched himself closer to the door so he could press his ear up against the wood of the door to hear all the more. "This is you being afraid that if Haryon comes with me he will not return to you."

"Harry is faithful to his Wizarding heritage."

"Then allow Haryon to choose."

"No."

"Because you know he will choose his religion over you and your cause."

"You mean he would choose you over me."

"Haryon respects me but his religion is more important to him then even me. If he did choose to come with me, it would be because of his love for the Great Lady, not because of any sense of duty towards myself."

"I don't know why we're continuing this conversation. Harry will not be leaving the school grounds for the foreseeable future and that is final."

"You do not have..."

"I'm sure if Severus was here he would say the same thing to you." Dumbledore cut Sephiran off quickly. A short pause came then and Harry unconsciously held his breath just in case the low sound made him miss something. "Now," the Headmaster's voice came again finally. "I think it would be best if you left, Sephiran."

Another small pause before Sephiran spoke: "So this is how it ends between us?"

"And you regret it?" Dumbledore asked, sounding anything but sympathetic. "There was never any true friendship between us."

"True. I was a means to an end, as were you. I suppose it was inevitable to end this way. I bid you good day then, Headmaster."

"Good day, High Priest."

Harry quickly stepped back from the door then and seconds later, it was pulled inwards and Sephiran appeared in the open doorway. He paused for a second as eyes fell onto the young man in front of him immediately and he appeared to not be in the least surprised to see him there. Closing his eyes in a peaceful expression, Sephiran started forwards again.

When he walked past Harry, he spoke very gently and very quickly: "If you would do me the favour of meeting me at the front entrance this evening, I would very much appreciate it." And then he was moving again, slowly descending the staircase.

Harry watched his teacher leave intently up until he heard his Headmaster speak: "Harry?" The voice of Dumbledore called to him and the young man turned to look at the elderly man. "Is there something you needed?"

"Oh, no, I just wanted to thank you for my gift, but if you're busy here I can..." Harry replied, turning to go after Sephiran even as he spoke.

"No, no, do stay, won't you?" The Headmaster invited kindly, gesturing towards the chair in front of his desk. "We'll have some tea, yes?" He suggested just before calling a house-elf into the office.

Harry sighed lightly and turned back into the room, knowing that to refuse the invitation would not only be incredibly rude it would be painfully obvious that he was doing it in order to go after the Elf and if the end of the conversation he had just heard was anything to go by, the Headmaster would not be best pleased if that were the case. But it was all right, because Sephiran had told him to meet him that evening, it was only because Harry did not want to wait that he was going to go after the religious man straight away. No, the meeting with the High Priest could wait. For now, he had to humour Dumbledore.

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31st July 1995: Evening

Harry did as he had been asked and as the sun began to set, he left Draco with an explanation of where he was going before heading out to the front entrance of the school. There, he found High Priest Sephiran waiting for him. The Gryffindor was fully prepared to give his mentor a piece of his mind and have a rant about not being told about anything for so long. However, upon seeing the sadness on the Elvish man's face, any anger or irritation he had previously felt vanished in an instant.

"High Priest?" Harry said gently by way of greeting as he moved closer to the Elf.

"Good evening, Haryon." Sephiran greeted him. "Thank you for meeting me. To be honest I was unsure whether you would be willing to after what you heard earlier between myself and Dumbledore and also now that you know everything."

Harry gave the man a curious look at that.

"I had a vision, I am aware that you looked in your father's pensieve." He explained before giving the teenager an apologetic look. "I am sorry you were kept in the dark for so long Haryon; we were only doing what we thought was best at the time. Perhaps we were right in protecting you or perhaps we should have trusted you with the truth. No matter though, for it is now the past."

"I guess I can see your reasons for not telling me anything. I still think I had a right to know though."

"Yes, I suppose on a certain level you did." Sephiran agreed. He paused then an looked out towards the distance. "Come Haryon, walk me to my carriage." And then he started forward. Harry followed alongside him obediently and for a while they walked in silence until it was the Elf who spoke again: "I did not just ask you to meet me to apologise to you, Haryon."

Harry cast a sidewards glance towards his teacher, already having suspected that. He did not say anything however, instead waiting for Sephiran to continue on his own accord.

"In your father's pensieve, no doubt you would have seen the memory of hearing the prophecy for the first time. I did not, and to this day still have not, told your father and godfather what I originally believed was the meaning of the prophecy. Dumbledore knows of course but does not agree. It was one of the catalysts for the argument you caught the end of." Sephiran paused again and seemed to be preparing himself for what he was about to say, or perhaps he was merely attempting to decide how to phrase it correctly. "You, of course, are familiar with the legends of the Goddess and the Three Elders. Each one defeated the Incarnate of Evil at different times throughout our past as Messiahs sent by the Great Lady. It has always been foretold that the Incarnate will return, for evil can never fully be removed from this world. It is widely agreed among myself and the Havanist Elders that Voldemort is the current Incarnate of Evil."

Sephiran stopped talking there and for a moment, Harry was confused as to what it was that his teacher meant. Then, the intended meaning hit him like a charging hippogryph. He gaped openly at the holy man beside him: "You think I'm the next Messiah?"

Sephiran was silent for a long time after that question was asked. He looked at nothing except what was straight ahead of them and, even when he began to speak, he kept on looking out towards the distance. "To be completely honest with you for once, Haryon, I do not know for certain whether you are or not. I know you too well. I've watched you grow, I've experienced your kindness and sadness and everything else. You are not an unreachable idol I have never met and worship only from afar. You are a young man, barely out of childhood, who I have spent twelve years guiding and training." He paused then and sighed. "This must be what Lady Astrid felt upon discovering the fate of her son Saint Morcedai."

"If I am the Messiah," Harry began tentatively, almost as if he was afraid of asking what he was about to. "Will I die facing Volemort?" All the past saints had died during their final battles with the ultimate evil; would Harry be the same?

"There is always a first time for everything." Sephiran said and his tone implied he knew that would be of little comfort to the young man beside him. The Elf finally turned his head to look at Harry. "Haryon, there is a third reason I asked you to meet me out here tonight."

"Oh?"

"I felt that it would be better to tell you to your face..." The man hesitated before steeling himself. "I have taught you all I can and, therefore, our lessons will no longer continue."

"What! But High Priest...!"

"You no longer need my direct guidance, Haryon, and that is something to find pride in, not fear." Sephiran cut him off gently. "There is no more I can tell you and if it were not for the fact that Dumbledore will not grant permission for you to leave the grounds of Hogwarts, I would take you right now to perform the Final Blessing to name you a high priest. As it is, that will have to wait until after this awfulness is over with."

"So you do think I'll survive?"

"I hope and pray you will."

They lapsed into silence again which continued for the rest of the journey towards the High Priest's wyvern-drawn carriage. Upon reaching it, Sephiran was the first to stop and Harry soon followed on his example. A faint, chilly wind blew past them every so often and the sky was rapidly beginning to darken, the sun setting behind the horizon. Several minutes of the two Havanists simply standing in silence passed and just when Harry was preparing himself to ask if there was anything else that needed to be said, his once-teacher began to speak again:

"I don't know what's going to happen to you, Haryon." Sephiran told him quietly, once again not looking at Harry, instead gazing forlornly at the sun-set. "I don't know when you will face Voldemort, I don't know whether you will survive...However, I do know that when we next meet or when we next speak, no matter how far into the future that may be, it will be in a happier place, at a happier time."

Harry looked at the face of the Elvish man carefully and felt a shock of surprise to see that those deep blue eyes which always held a certain sparkle to them were glittering in the fading sunlight, indicating the fact that the religious man had tears in his eyes. The Gryffindor could not quite believe his eyes and the seconds dragged as his mind registered the fact that Sephiran was crying or at least on the way to crying. Then, acting on some strange impulse which came from deep inside him as if from no where, Harry stepped forward one pace, closing the distance in between him and his teacher, and wrapped his arms around the Elf's waist in a firm embrace. Strangely, but luckily, Sephiran instantly brought his arms around the young man in return, hugging him back with equal intensity.

"When it seems that all hope has gone, do not forget that prayer and faith are the most powerful weapons at you disposal." Sephiran whispered to him before quickly stepping away, breaking their embrace as quickly as it was formed. Harry faintly heard a soft "goodbye" before the Elvish man had retreated into the carriage, the door closing immediately behind him.

The wyverns set off immediately, taking flight and pulling the carriage up with them as they went. Harry watched with tears in his eyes and a heavy heart as his mentor flew away, gradually getting smaller as it moved further away from him and further towards the setting sun.

At that moment, if Harry could have been granted any wish, it would have been that that goodbye would not be the last thing he ever heard Sephiran say.
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