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Heir to the Throne	By : Kaya_Winn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12341 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Heir to the Throne

Chapter 6

Gordric Gryffindor

At precisely three in the morning a shrieking alarm woke Harry. Groaning, the boy looked over at his wand, the cause of the outburst, and wondered if it was due the magical surges he'd been experiencing. He was definitely going to have to get that damn thing looked at. He was glad that he had placed multiple silencing spells up around his bed. He had much to do tonight and needed silence and secrecy. He couldn't let himself get caught..no, he simply could not allow that to happen.

He grimaced as he rubbed his head trying to rid himself of the headache that had sprouted and slid silently from his bed and down the stairs to his favorite spot in the plushy armchair near the now dead fire. He needed to think properly and that would take a while. He intended to go to the Founders quarters to see Gordric, but needed a plan in mind first.

Before long he was pacing back and forth along the length of the common room shaking his head. He wasn't cut out for this kind of thing, he needed help. Resigning himself to the idea that Gordric was the best place for him to start, he reached under the cushion to retrieve his invisibility cloak from it's 'Just-In-Case' location, and headed down the stairs towards the painting of the Forbidden Forest.

One thing Harry never expected to see at four am was Draco halfway down the stairs talking to Blaise. Without thinking, Harry slipped off the invisibility cloak startling them both. Harry had to smirk knowing it was rare that someone was able to surprise Blaise. Although they were both smiling at him, Harry knew that Draco's muttered "goodnight" was to Blaise. Nodding, Blaise took Harry's hand and gently kissed it making Harry blush violently, and feel a little ashamed for reacting so....he didn't know the word, but he felt so fickle and somehow dirty.

"See you later Harry?" the dark Italian asked smiling. The Gryffendor's pulse quickened and he wondered how he could have ever found those deep black pools that were Blaise's eyes frightening.

"Y...yeah, sure," Harry stammered out, uncertain but eager to meet up with Blaise again even though he wasn't sure why.

“So I heard you two are dating?” Draco asked smiling a little looking half amused and half possessive/jealous. Oh hell, that wasn't a good thing.

"I don't know if you could call it dating," Harry mumbled as he felt himself blush even harder as Draco lifted a questioning eyebrow. "I don't really know what's going on...three people are asking me to be with them and I hardly know a single one of them." the brunette admitted while shaking his head and squeaking as Draco leaned forward picking up the golden necklace that Aramithrial had gifted him.

"Is this from one of them?" he asked tilting his head and Harry swallowed hard and nodded making Draco sigh.

"So much competition for your heart Harry," he murmured. Harry's heart sped up making his vision blurred just as Draco leaned forward until their noses were touching. "I wonder if you would mind terribly if I asked for your attention well." Harry opened his mouth to respond but only managed a soft squeak as Draco's lips pressed against his.

"Shhh...just think about it?" he whispered softly again pressing his warm lips to Harry's gently trying to coax him to kiss back. Draco continued to kiss the still shocked Harry until his brain finally caught up with his body and Draco felt Harry melt into the kiss and return it with enthusiasm.

Unfortunately, the heat of the kiss also brought out the shame causing Harry to break free from Draco, stammer out and apology and race down the hall. Once through the Fat Lady's portrait and into the safety of his common room, he flung himself onto the couch to try to calm down. He felt like such a filthy whore...FOUR MEN!. He liked four different men, and he'd kissed all of them. He flung an arm over his eyes and bit back a sob. Crying wasn't going to help him.

He sat on the couch for a long moment, just resisting the urge to cry before taking a long breath and began to try to separate his feelings. Guilt, shame, and embarrassment where at the forefront making him feel just as depressed as when Sirius and Lupin had died. If they where alive Harry could have gone to them for help. They weren't, and now Harry was all alone, and terrified really.

He sat there for a long time, for how long he didn't know. He was aware that he had started to cry, and rather violently though no sound passed his lips as the heavy tears rolled down his face. He was too young for something like this. Save the wizarding world, find the Heir of Merlin, figure out which courtier he liked the most, get good grades, re-friend Dumbledore, plan a war, end a war rather....how was a sixteen year old boy supposed to handle all that? He didn't think anyone could, but he knew he had to.

When he finally calmed down and stood up he simply sat there and thought about the four people who where trying to court him. What was all that courting crap about anyway? He didn't know and he didn't dare ask anyone about it. But he did realize one thing. The Seraphim was one of three people. Blaise, Tom, or Draco, but which one? And would Harry love him back?... Could Harry love him back? He didn't know.

He groaned a little and shook his head feeling empty, useless and spent. After a quick face wash, he decided he was going to shove the thoughts of the four...no three certain people to the back of his mind and focus on what was really important: his revenge and the war. That decided he locked his mind tight against Tom, slipped back under the invisibility cloak and avoiding the students that were beginning to flow through the halls, headed back to the portrait of the Forbidden Forest. He paused once in the safely of the old common room and took a deep breath before heading up the stairs only to face a sleepy grumbling Gordric .

"Well, what the hell do you want boy?" The red haired founder demanded. His eyes narrowing as Harry raised his wand and gasped in surprise as the Golden Boy cut his finger and allowed the blood to run down to his palm. Once it began to pool he pressed his hand firmly against the stone wall, the red blood trickling down the stones as magic as ancient as the Sorting Hat sprang up and began to wrap around Harry like a comforting hug.

"I, Harry James Potter, request entrance to your rooms, by my blood and by my magic." Harry declared. The young wizard gasped loudly as the blood suddenly vanished into the stones. The magic that had wrapped around him began to tighten and tug the magic from his body to test it, to taste it. He cringed at the pain as the ancient magic ruthlessly searched every inch of his body and his magical heritage until it finally released him to tremble against the wall.

“You may enter," Gordric announced simply blinking at Harry who nodded. "Like the train station, you just walk through." The Founder stated after realizing the reason for his descendent's hesitation. Harry nodded and reached out to touch the wall only to find himself sliding through the invisible barrier. Once inside he froze and stood there gaping.

It looked almost exactly like a muggle apartment, a living area to his left complete with clean, dust free fireplace, fluffy couches and two armchairs as well as an enormous bookshelf that Harry itched to raid. To his right was a small kitchen complete with a spelled storage unit to keep things cold, a clean stove and several cooking implements that made Harry grin. In front of that was a smaller kitchen like area for the making and creation of potions. Also completely clean dust free and spotless.

Between the kitchen and living area was a short hallway that led to a small, but very cozy bedroom that was mainly taken up by an enormous Griffin down stuffed bed. Harry loved it instantly. He always got so cold at night and Hogwarts blankets weren't very warm. Across the hall from the bedroom was a bathroom that could rival the Prefects bathroom. White marble bathtub large enough to swim in, which even had seats around the walls in the shallow end. Harry was in heaven.

"Do you like it?" Gordric asked from his portrait above the fireplace mantle. The boom of his voice made Harry nearly jump out of his skin. He took one last look at the glorious bathroom before racing into the sitting room.

“It's amazing Mr. Gryffindor!” Harry stated looking astonished. “this place is wonderful!”

"I am pleased to hear that as it is yours." Gordric stated with a slight grin as Harry gaped. Gordric laughed at the baffled young wizard. "You are my one and only blood Heir Harry." the Founder stated, chuckling at the still stunned wizard staring at him.

“I'm...your Heir?” he demanded looking baffled and Gordric nodded a smirk forming on his lips.

“Indeed., overtime the Gryffindor name has faded into history and became Potter, and Longbottom. Though Longbottom isn't a direct blood connection anymore, due to several muggle marriages. They are still related quite closely to my line, but as the last Potter you receive all of my belongings, vaults, and estate.” he stated simply as Harry gaped at him for a long, long moment.

"I...I'm related to Neville?" he mused out loud. Realizing that was an odd thing to be focusing on right now, he pulled his attention back to his ancestors portrait. "So...so I'm your Heir then?" Seeing Gordric roll his eyes, Harry could now see that it did make sense. The sword he'd pulled out of the hat had been Gryffendor's sword...the blood offered to access these rooms was for blood magic to test his lineage. Of course it all made sense!

“Does Dumbledore know?” Harry demanded staring up at Gordric who shook his head.

“No. I erased all records of lineage as soon as I realized what that old bastard was up too. It helped a great deal that the names Potter and Longbottom eased into the Gryffindor lines instead of it being so abrupt. Not to mention the fact that Dumbledore thought I had died without a child.” he admitted smirking a little. “how much of a fool he was. Honestly.” he stated shaking his head as Harry relaxed.

"So, what does it mean then...me being your Heir that is? Anything?"

"You mean other than strong increase in magic? Ancient magic that you are most likely beginning to feel the effects of as we speak." Gordric stated and Harry nodded now knowing why he could still feel the gentle hug of the magic that had engulfed him earlier. He looked down at his wand, he will definitely be needing a new one if his magic continued to grow.

“Sir, if I might ask, how closely are the Longbottom's and the Potters related?”

"I suppose I would have to call you cousins." Harry couldn't help but smile at the admission. He had a real relative after all! In fact he had several - Gordric, Neville, Neville's gran, not to mention the other Longbottom's and their families. He knew that the latter would be considered distant relatives, but they were still family, Harry's family.

"I have SO many questions for you." the Gryffindor Heir admitted to Gordric who chuckled and nodded.

"I suppose you do," he teased smirking at little at Harry.

“But first, I was wondering if I might ask your help in a... er... personal matter?” he asked hesitantly the man nodding.

“Of course you can Harry," Gordric stated warmly. Grinning at the reassurance, Harry settled himself in an armchair and stared down at his hands.

"Well you see Sir, I'm being Courted by four...err...three rather different people." Harry admitted softly. Feeling the shame welling up inside him, he ran his fingers through his hair before continuing. "I was raised by muggles, and I don't know anything about this..this courtship thing..what I'm supposed to do or even how I'm supposed to feel about it."

“Ah I see. Well you should know that it's perfectly normal for a Wizard or a Witch of more popular heritage to be courted by several others.” he explained and Harry blinked, a little startled. “The most famous case was Rinity Rockholm in the late thirteenth Century, who had twenty one different suitors of both male and female gender.” he stated nodding and Harry gaped a little bit more.

“So.. it's alright that I have more than one person I'm attracted to?” he asked hesitantly and Gordric laughed merrily at Harry's innocence.

"Oh my yes! At first, when I was being courted, I fancied myself in love with five separate people; two wizards and three witches, and continued to until my Aline began to stand out." he ancestor admitted with a smile. "I remained friends with the other four until my dying day as they ended up pairing with each other." he said with a snicker. "You will figure out who you are in love with in time," he promised Harry.

“So this courting thing...what the hell is it?” he asked, he felt as if he'd known Gordric all his life, and could ask him anything now.

"I believe these days it is referred to as Dating, although the semantics are relatively the same: they want to get to know you, they will attempt to sway your heard with gifts and fancy gestures. Do not be surprised if they ask you to accompany them somewhere or make you food or gifts. Most, however, will not spend money to avoid you thinking they are trying to buy your love." Gordric stated and Harry couldn't help but feel even more relieved.

“Thanks Mr. Gryffindor.” Harry murmured smiling at his great, great, great...uuuh... yeah Grandfather.

"Please Harry, we are family. Call me Gordric" the red heads green eyes shining with affection. "Now the, any other questions you have for me?" he asked with a smile as Harry nodded.

“I was recently approached by a Seraphim.” he explained Gordric gaping at him. “He asked for my help in finding the Heir of Merlin.” he admitted shaking his head. “all I have is a few words from a prophecy I found in a book.” he admitted. “can you help me at all?” he asked biting his lip.

"I can, actually," Gordric stated and cleared his throat. "The Heir to the Throne shall emerge! Bloodline to bloodline shall be met. On Seraphim wings he shall rise, to rule the wizarding world. Friend is Foe, and Foe is Friend, to he who shall be dead! Twin Seers born of family not by blood, marks upon their brow. All species to him converge, the Heir of Merlin's golden hour. To end a wizard's war.

“That was the prophecy wasn't it?" Harry asked startled and Gordric nodded.

"I once got the very same book as you," he confessed "it was me who accidentally spilled the ink all over it." Gordric laughed looking a little sheepish, "I was only thirteen at the time, but my Seraphim was willing for me to wait until I was old enough to be Courted. There was only a small age difference after all, and not uncommon in the magical world."

“Another question for you.” he stated simply and Gordric tilted his head. “If I was to say, ooh be in a war only to find out the man that I thought was my friend is actually the man I should have been hating all this time, what do you think I should do?”

"There is an old muggle saying 'Keep you friends close, and your enemies closer'" Gordric's hard green eyes held Harry's "That is precisely what you must do Harry...keep him close." He said matter of fact. "Act as if nothing is wrong. Then you are able to move more freely under the guise of camaraderie. This will keep suspicion away from you as well as keep you from having your every move watched. Dumbledore is suspicious of everyone, yet he truly believes that he is in total control. Use that to your advantage Harry."

Harry had to agree that it made perfect sense. He paused for a moment before standing and pacing the back and forth across the sitting room Courting aside, he needed to plan his next moves. Still pacing, he began trying to recite the words to the prophecy. 'All species to him converge'...all species...that was it! Allies! He needed allies, he needed to find support. But how to do it?

“Dammit.” Harry groaned flopping back onto the chair and rubbing violently at his face Gordric raising his eyebrow. “There's no way I can do this all by myself.”

"Help? I may be just a portrait young man, but help I can most certainly do." Harry's ancestor said with a crooked grin. Just seconds later, Harry heard five cracks as five tiny house elves appeared in the sitting room. They were standing in a row from tallest, even him not reaching the same height as Dobby, to the smallest. who was half that size.

“Itty, Bitty, Teeny, Tiny, and Tot.” Gordric stated simply nodding as each elf took a step forward and bowed low as their name was called Tot squeaking excitedly as she bowed as well and Harry couldn't help but grin.

“I was wondering how it was so clean in here.” he admitted watching the elves carefully. “so...their mine now too?”

"We are not anybodies!" Itty declared to a blinking Harry. "We are old and that means that we are not owned or forced to have a master." Harry was quite shocked by this.

“You mean the whole, Elves must serve their wizard masters shit hasn't always been around!?”

“No.” she stated with a slight look of surprise. “Wizards at first hired us because we where better than anyone else at cleaning, mending, and other housekeeping and maid activities. But after a while they started to be spell the house elves forcing them into little more than slaves.”

"That is so horrible!" Harry snarled shaking his head. "Would you be willing to help me then? I want to make everything right again."

“Of course we'll help you. We are here aren't we?” she teased smirking a little. “just tell us what to do!” she instructed and Harry grinned a little.

“Well. If you'll lend me a hand, I think I might be able to formulate a plan.” he admitted and they all settled down, gathering together to talk 'business' Gordric often putting in his two cents, though he was less serious and more joking than anything else.

In the end, Itty was dressed in an old house elves dress and sent to Dumbledore as a disowned personal elf. Which Were elves who specialized in paperwork, organization, and organizing social events. Like a secretary.

Harry wrote a grand total of...well a lot of letters scowling with concentration, Tot settled onto the desk next to harry and helping him with spelling errors, or wording while Bitty Teeny and Tiny started cleaning the downstairs common room, and shifting all the books and other important things up into the apartment. Harry was going to need that common room.

“There.” Harry murmured smirking a little handing the final letter over to Tot for proofreading who nodded. “Now you're sure there are ways into the common room without being detected?”

“Yes, there's a secret tunnel.” she squeaked grinning. “it leads into the Hogs Head.” she stated nodding and Harry smirked a little.

“Perfect. That's just perfect.” he checked the time and sighed a little. “but I do believe, that I have to go. I have a war to end... or rather, start, and an old bastard to fool.” he stated with a bright grin. “and three suitors to talk to. Now that I don't feel like a whore anymore.” he stated simply running a hand through his hair and heading out to start the day.

Ready or not. Here he comes.

A/N: Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

Sun-tzu - Chinese general & military strategist (~400 BC)
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