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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 Thank you again for all the commentary and reviews people are making. I’m very happy to have an audience for this fiction. I’m aiming to have a new chapter out each week. Enjoy!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from the writing of this fiction.

Chapter Six

“Blood traitors!” yelled Mrs. Black from her portrait on the wall, causing Sirius to hurry over to her in embarrassment. Harry’s party was in full swing. The children were outside, involved in the games that Harry and Draco had carefully planned while their parents mingled inside Grimmauld Place.

“Mother, if you don’t stay quiet I will be forced to turn your portrait over for the next month,” Sirius hissed.

Her portrait eyes opened wide. “You wouldn’t!”

“I would,” Sirius promised with a malicious grin.

“Hmph,” she sniffed, turning her face away in disgust.

Sirius stood up and looked at the crowd of witches and wizards gathered in his home. He hoped the Weasleys and the Longbottoms had not heard his horrid mother. Everyone seemed busy talking to one another however.

Outside, Harry’s friends had been on their best behavior - not wanting to get Harry in trouble with his dad. They weren’t overly friendly to Ron, Neville, and Ginny, but they made sure to include them in the games.

The girls, however, were another story.

Sirius had not only invited Harry’s group of friends, but all his classmates from Merlin’s as well, so there was a greater mixture of children. Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode huffed and looked down their noses at Ginny and Ron. They really didn’t know anything about Neville, but assumed he at least had money since his clothing was of good quality.

Harry and Draco were explaining the broom races to everyone and how everyone would race in a pair. They would have to fly around the tree at the far end of the yard, and then back over the finish line. Sirius had also made Harry promise to include a rule of no pushing or kicking of your opponent. The winners of each round would keep racing with each other until there was a single winner left.

Some the children had never flown a broom before and so they bowed out, deciding to watch instead.

Ginny Weasley got into the competitor’s line, only to be met with Pansy and Millicent’s derision.

“My mother says proper ladies do not sit astride a broom,” Pansy said, loud enough for everyone to hear as she eyed Ginny.

“Why not? It’s fun,” Ginny replied.

Susan Bones stepped up next to Ginny in solidarity. “I think it’s fun too.”

But they ignored Susan, deciding to focus on Ginny.

“Is it true that your parents have twenty children?” Millicent asked, making Pansy grin.

Ginny shook her head. “No, we only have seven.”

“Seven?” Pansy replied. “Do you all sleep in the same bed?”

Ginny looked at Pansy as if she was daft. “No, I have my own bed. Two of my brothers are already grown and out of the house.”

“Oh, really,” Millicent rolled her eyes.

Susan scouted about for something to defuse the situation. She never really liked Millicent and Pansy, they were far too snobby. She took a bowl of caramels from a table and offered it to Ginny.

“Would you like a caramel?”

“Yes, please,” Ginny replied, plucking a caramel from the top of the pile.

After Ginny popped it into her mouth, Pansy said, “I bet that’s the best thing you ever tasted, isn’t it? Those caramels are from France and only the best families can afford them. I get to eat them all the time.”

Ginny’s blood was boiling at this point. She had had enough of this bint. “Is that why you are such a cow?”

Pansy’s mouth fell open in shock before she smacked Ginny on the cheek. Ginny turned a violent shade of red as she pushed Pansy hard with two hands. Pansy fell over into the flower bed, getting mud on the back of her party robes. Her eyes water as she rose, running into the house to find her mother.

Millicent gave Ginny a filthy look and ran after Pansy.

“Well done,” whispered Susan.

Ginny grinned.

In the house, Pansy ran to her mother, teary-eyed. “Mother, look what that Weasley girl did to me. She pushed me into the dirt. My new robes are ruined.”

Molly Weasley had overheard Pansy’s words and moved toward her. “Oh, my dear, did Ginny do this?” She turned toward the open door to the yard and hollered, “Ginny Weasley, you get in this house this instant.”

Molly was so focused on Ginny that she didn’t see the horrified faces of the other pureblood families around her. A lady never yelled across a room. It was completely shocking to the others.

Ginny came in, pausing near her mother but looking defiantly at Pansy.

“You apologize this instant,” Molly demanded.

“But she slapped me!” Ginny accused.

“She called me a cow,” Pansy explained.

Mrs. Parkinson frowned at Ginny and her mother, looking down her nose at them.

“Apologize, Ginny,” Molly ordered.

“Sorry,” Ginny said, under her breath. It was truly insincere, however.

Molly thought for sure that Mrs. Parkinson would demand that Pansy apologize as well, but the woman merely sniffed indignantly, took Pansy’s hand and led the girl away to clean her.

OOOOO

After most of the guests left, Draco took Harry in private and said, “I have a present for you.”

“You already gave me one,” Harry reminded.

“It’s another one,” Draco grinned. “A secret one.”

Secret? Harry took the box eagerly and opened it, finding a small gold disk inside about the size of a sickle.

“What is it?”

Draco pulled an identical disk from his own pocket and held it next to Harry’s.

“My mom put the magic on it for me. See, you open it up…” he demonstrated as he spoke. “Then you talk and it records everything you say.” He closed his disk and said, “Now open up yours, Harry.”

Harry opened it and he heard Draco’s voice: then you talk and it records everything you say.

“See?” Draco smiled. “We can send messages to one another that way.”

Harry’s grin grew. “Wow, that’s wicked. Even if we are far away from each other?”
“Yes.”

OOOOO

Later that evening, Harry and Sirius had finished packing Harry’s trunk for school. It had been a very busy day with the party, and now they had to make sure all was in order for Harry’s departure tomorrow. They both were feeling a bit melancholy as they packed. Sirius was not looking forward to Harry leaving as he would miss him terribly. Harry was feeling nervous about being away from his father as well, and nervous about what house he’d end up in. What if he was separated from his friends?

After Harry was done packing and was ready for bed, he sat on his bed next to Sirius, feeling somber. Sirius studied his face carefully.

“You all right?”

Harry shrugged.

“I can’t believe it myself. You’re eleven years old and leaving for Hogwarts. It always seemed this day was far away. But now it’s here.”

Harry nodded.

“I’m going to miss you, Harry, more than you’ll miss me, I wager.”

“That’s not true.” Harry hugged Sirius. “I’m going to miss you loads. And my snakes too.” Had had quite a collection now, but Sirius told him he couldn’t bring one as a pet until after the Christmas holidays as he believed Harry should adjust to school first.

“You’ll make sure to write me then?”

“Yes, of course,” Harry answered.

“You enjoyed your party?”

“Yeah, it was the best,” Harry replied. “Except for that girl fight.”

Sirius laughed and nodded. “You nervous?”

Harry nodded. “I don’t want to be in Hufflepuff.”

Sirius ruffled his hair. “I doubt you will be a Hufflepuff. You don’t seem the sort.”

“Really?” Harry asked, hopefully.

“Really. Is that all you‘re worried about?”

Harry bit his lip and shook his head.

“What then?”

“What if I never learn to control my magic? What if my wand doesn’t obey me and I hurt somebody?” Harry couldn’t get the image of the boy he had hurt in the duel arena out of his head. The screams of pain still disturbed his sleep at times.

“Harry, look at me.” He waited until Harry met his gaze. “You carry a lot of magic inside you, this is true. You will probably be a very great wizard someday. And I can tell you right now that no wizard in the history of magic has ever been unable to learn how to use their wand. You heard Mr. Olivander. Your wand chose you, which means it has already connected with your magic. You will learn to control it, and master it, I dare say.”

“O.K.” Harry nodded, feeling a bit better.

“I’m very proud of you. And your mom and dad - they would be very proud of you too.” He kissed Harry’s forehead. “Now, you better get some sleep. Tomorrow is a big day for you.”

After Sirius turned out his lights, Harry reached over to his bedside table and grabbed his talking disk. Opening it, he heard, goodnight, Harry, see you at the train in the morning.

OOOOO

Harry didn’t have much time for a lengthy goodbye at Platform 9 ¾ the next day as he was swept away in the excitement of his friends who wanted to find good seats on the train. When he climbed the stairs of the train, he looked back one final time to smile and wave at Sirius. He couldn’t stand the look on his father’s face, which seemed as if he were going to cry at any moment, because it would have made him cry in return. And he didn’t want to be a baby in front of all his friends.

“Come on, Harry,” Blaise called, already standing in the doorway of an empty compartment inside. “Over here.”

The six boys had a great time laughing and joking for most of the way. They ate far too much candy from the trolley cart, relishing their freedom from parental dietary controls for the first time. As their sugar highs wore off, they became a bit lethargic and subdued, watching the darkening sky outside and becoming more nervous at what they would find when they arrived.

The door of their compartment flew open, startling them. A bushy-haired, buck-toothed girl stood in the doorway, already dressed in her Hogwart’s robe.

“We are suppose to have our robes on as we arrive in five minutes.” She had noticed through their window on the compartment door that they hadn’t put them on yet.

“Get out, bucky,” Draco sneered. “Or do you like to watch blokes dress?”

The girl turned red with embarrassment as the boys laughed. “I was only trying to remind you!” she snapped, closing the door being her.

“I was only trying to remind you,” Goyle mimicked in a high pitched voice.

“Come on, let’s get ready,” Theodore said.

OOOOO

They sat in silent wonder on the boats that took them across the lake to the castle. It was quite spectacular and seemed a lot bigger than they had imagined. Merlin’s Academy was nothing but a cupboard compared to Hogwarts.

Draco sat pressed next to Harry in the magically rowing boat, swallowing his nerves. He leaned toward Harry and whispered, “Make a wish, Harry. Make a wish that we end up in the same house.”

Harry nodded, closed his eyes, and made a wish.

OOOOO

Everything went so quickly after that. They were ushered into the castle and into the Great Hall. The Sorting Hat placed all six of the boys into Slytherin House, causing them to clap wildly each time it did so. It was exactly what they had wanted!

Now that Harry was seated at the Slytherin table amongst his friends, he noticed Albus for the first time, standing to give a welcome speech. He had hoped Albus would notice him so he could wave, but the old wizard didn’t pay Harry any special regard. Harry supposed he was just busy, running a school with all these students.

And there were so many students, Harry was surprised. Merlin’s had been quite small. Where all these others came from, Harry couldn’t fathom. He recognized a few of the older students that had moved on from Merlin’s in previous years.

Blaise leaned to Draco and Harry. “Look, there’s Diggory at the Hufflepuff table!”

The boys laughed at Cedric who only frowned and shook his head when he recognized the little pain in the arses from his primary school.

“Figures he’d be a Hufflepuff,” Draco chuckled. “Looks like his friend Jordan is over at the Gryffindor table.”

They all turned to look at the Gryffindors now, noticing Lee Jordan seated between two red haired boys.

“Ewwww… he’s a Weasley sandwich,” Goyle sneered, disgusted.

“Looks like all those Weasleys ended up there,” Harry noticed. “And that Longbottom fellow too.”

“I honestly thought Longbottom would end up in Hufflepuff,” Theodore commented. “He was so clumsy at your party.”

“Hey, shut up, you lot,” an older Slytherin boy hissed at them. “Snape’s glaring.”

The six of them craned their necks over the others, finding a dark haired wizard at the head table squinting his eyes angrily at them. He obviously wasn’t pleased that they were conversing during the headmaster’s speech.

Harry only caught the end of Albus’ words at that point: “And now let’s eat!”

The food magically appeared on the table, making all the first years startle in surprise. It was definitely a most delicious sight and they tucked in, joyful they would be together for the next seven years.

Harry’s eyes caught sight of the boy he had injured in the arena. He, too, was a Slytherin and was looking straight back at him. Harry noticed the boy’s arm seemed to be healed as it was not in a sling. Oh, the wonders of magic. The boy lifted his glass and silently saluted Harry, giving him a nod. Harry was surprised. No anger? Didn’t the bloke want to hurt Harry back? Had he forgiven him? Harry hoped so.

Harry nodded back and looked away, his eyes catching the hawk-like glare of Severus Snape - his new Head of House.

OOOOO

A seventh year Slytherin prefect had led them to the Slytherin dungeons, explaining the way as they went so the first years wouldn’t get lost when trying to find it on their own. They walked wide eyed, taking in the sights along the way and examining the landmarks that the prefect told them to memorize. He explained to them about passwords and told them that the current one was ‘dragon scales’.

They stepped into the common room, deep under the castle, delighted to find that they were under the lake. Out of the large windows were all the sights under the water which, unfortunately, they couldn’t see at the moment because it was nighttime. There were numerous large hearths, comfortable couches, chairs, tables, and many paintings, which were staring back at them, whispering behind their hands at one another in judgment.

“Come along,” the prefect said. “The first year boy’s dorms are this way. Girls wait here in the common room. Josephine will be here shortly to escort you.”

The boys followed the seventh year further down some more stone steps and into a narrow hallway lit by fiery torches. Harry began to worry that they would truly be sleeping in a dungeon with cold stone walls and floor, shackles and torture tables included. Perhaps rats would be running around freely. He began to regret that he wasn’t allowed to bring one of his snakes, or even all of them.

The prefect stopped at a wooden door and pushed it open, stepping inside. When the six boys followed him, they were pleasantly surprised that it was nothing like a torture dungeon. Two canopied beds sat across from each other in a completely round room. Each had a cupboard, a work desk and chair. There was a large hearth in the room as well. The décor was quite opulent and done in mostly shades of green and silver.

They smiled at one another in approval, but then wondered why there were only two beds.

“Let’s see,” the prefect said, walking over to the trunks that were placed in the room. “This room is for Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott,” he said, reading the tags. “Everyone come this way please.”

He led them across the room to another door. As they stepped inside they noticed it was another round room with showers, toilets, and a huge bath built into the floor in the middle.

“This is your common bathroom you six will share,” he explained. He pointed to two more doors in the room. “Through those doors are the other bedrooms.”

After he led them through one of the doors, Harry and Draco were thrilled to find they would be sharing that room. Crabbe and Goyle would be sharing the last room.

Before leaving, the prefect explained the rules to them and informed them that Professor Snape would be expecting them to meet with him in the Slytherin common room before breakfast tomorrow and that they shouldn’t be late.

Harry was very satisfied with his first day at Hogwarts. He managed to be placed in the same house as his friends - and it wasn’t Hufflepuff, thank goodness. He would be sharing a room with his best friend and a common bathroom with only his closest friends. This was going to be so much fun!

As they unpacked and got settled for bed, Harry pulled out some parchment and a quill from his trunk and decided to write Sirius and tell him all the good news.

Harry and Draco got into their beds that evening, still excited from the day’s activities.

“That Snape bloke seems a bit scary,” Harry mentioned.

“He’s not really. Did you know he is my godfather?”

“What? Are you being honest?

“Yes. He’s a good friend of my parents, especially my mother.”

“You never mentioned him before.”

“Didn’t think about it.”

“He doesn’t look like he likes me much.”

“Why wouldn’t he?”

“Don’t know.”

“He’s quite stern. I’ve never heard him laugh before. But he’s never been unkind to me. Mother says he’s quite brilliant with potions, which is what he teaches here. You’ll get use to him, Harry.”

OOOOO

A/N We will spend a little more time in the first year at Hogwarts in the next chapter before moving on to the significant events of second year.

And for those that keep asking, yes, this will eventually be Harry/Draco, so if you are not into slash, you can just graze over those parts. But Harry will also have some other relationships, some het, before anything significant with Draco happens. Their relationship will be a bit more complex. You may have spotted hints of Draco’s devotion to Harry already, though they are innocent at this point.

And currently they are still children, so we need to wait until after puberty, at least, for certain urges to develop.

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