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Dark Lord Rising	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 16554 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Winter came quickly, and with it came a break from school, and Christmas.
Harry had never been very fond of Christmas. Usually, he received some more of Dudley’s hand-me-downs, while his fat, spoiled cousin received hundreds of dollars worth of toys and electronics of which he usually broke within the month.
But he didn’t live with the Dursley’s anymore. He was a Malfoy now.
It was still hard, however, to get him excited about the holiday. Carrying such animosity for the day for so long turned into a habitual mood for him. He was excited to return home, but was otherwise uncaring.
On the train he slept, head pillowed on Draco’s lap and feet propped up on Blaise’ lap. The former was reading a book and the latter was looking out the window, arms folded to his chest. Pansy and Daphne sat on the other bench, quietly gossiping together. The two found their friendship when the learned of each other’s love for gossip and rumors. And also their mutual ‘love’—insert obsession—for Draco.
When they arrived at Platform 9 ¾, Harry woke up immediately. Those in cabin wondered if he as ever really asleep, then figured he had to have been, because at one point he had been snoring lightly, almost like a soft purr.
Once they departed from the train, the Twins left the others with promises to visit during the holidays trailing after them. Identifying their parents in the crowd was easy; not only was Lucius a very tall man with blindingly bright hair, but also the rush of people tended to circle around him and Narcissa as if the couple were surrounded by a force field. It was Narcissa who noticed them approaching, greeting them with a dainty wave of her hand, eye shining happily.
“My boys.” The beautiful woman greeted. “How are you?”
“Harry made a friend.” Draco smirked.
Harry glared at him. “Blaise is far from being my friend. He is an insufferable, annoying pest.”
“Zabini?” Lucius said with an arched brow. “Is he not your friend, Draco?”
“He is.” Draco shrugged nonchalantly, pausing as the apparated directly into one of the many parlors of Malfoy Manor. “But at the moment he is far more interested in bothering Harry. Harry has already put him in the infirmary once.”
“Harry!” Narcissa scolded.
“He caught me by surprise!” Harry countered, with a glare at Draco.
Narcissa didn’t let him. “No matter, it is not proper to put a friend of yours in the hospital wing.”
Draco’s smirked widened. “I personally think Blaise is pining after Harry.”
“He is not! Shut up, Draco!” Harry growled, though his cheeks flushed.
Lucius intercepted, his eyes narrowing. “Is that so? Maybe I need to speak to Mr. Zabini. I am sure he plans to visit quite soon, Draco?”
The younger blonde’s eyes widened. “I—I did not mean it like that, father. I was…joking. Blaise does not really like Harry. Not in that way.”
“Hmm.” Lucius left the parlor with an urgent swish of his robes. “I shall contact Severus and find out his opinion on this matter.”
“F-father, wait!” Draco chased after the man, leaving Harry alone with Narcissa.
The young raven sighed. “That idiot.”
Narcissa giggled. “Oh, Harry. What mess have you already gotten into already?”
Harry looked up in surprise. “You really want to know?”
“Of course I do, dear.” Narcissa ran a hand through his hair. “How about we discuss this over a cup of tea and biscuits?”
And so began their holiday.
As promised, Blaise did visit, quite often actually. Lucius was rather over protective of Harry at first, not wanting him to be near Blaise too much—he did indeed contact Severus to find that the man agreed with Draco—but as Blaise continued to visit and didn’t act very untoward to Harry, he began to let up.
Pansy and Daphne—always together—also came and visited, almost as often as Blaise. It were the days when the three happened to visit nearly at the exact same time that Harry tried to avoid the most. While Draco was too busy pawing Pansy and Daphne off of him, Harry was left to deal with Blaise, who’d become more bold without Lucius hawking his every movement, as his twin could not distract that darker skinned eleven year old.
“Harryyy~.” Blaise whined.
He, Harry, Draco, Pansy, and Daphne were all currently in the library together. They were supposed to be working on the homework together. Harry was the only one even attempting to attack the piles of work they received. Pansy and Daphne had grown bored quickly, choosing instead to coo over Draco, who at first ignored it and tried to do his work, but was forced to when Daphne settled herself in his lap with a whine.
Blaise tried to follow the girls’ suit and was still trying to distract Harry from his work. But the raven was far more tenacious than his twin, and was diligently ignoring the darker skinned boy.
“Hey, Harry, you want to play Capture the Snitch?” Blaise tried as a last resort, knowing of Harry’s deep passion for Quidditch.
But instead, he received a reaction the no one—not even Harry—was expecting. The raven froze, a cold ball of dread filling his stomach. His hand spasmed around the quill he was holding, causing the fragile feather to break, ink spilling all over his hand and paper. Not that Harry noticed. His pupils were dilated and his eyes were glazed over as his mind was locked in a past memory.
“Hey, Harry, you want to play Kick the Freak?” Dudley called, his friend Piers and a few other of his cronies smirking at him.
“N-no, Dudley. I have to finish my chores.” Harry respond, his body shaking with tremors as he tried to ignore the piercing gazes on his back.
He continued to pull the weeds out of the garden, even though his hands were already raw and bleeding since Vernon took away the gloves Petunia had given him. ‘A freak didn’t deserve such luxuries’ the man had said. And so Harry went into the garden gloveless. That was hours ago and he still wasn’t finished, with at least half the yard still left. If he didn’t finish it by the night, he wouldn’t get any dinner and he’d have to continue until he was done, without any type of rest.
“You can do those later.” Harry gasped as he was yanked and thrown away from the garden by Dudley. “Right now, start running.”
“—arry? Harry?!”
Harry jerked away as he was snatched out of his memories. His body twanged with ghost pains, causing him to wince and grab his side, where his ribs had been broken during that particular occasion when Vernon had kicked him even after Dudley and his friends had bruised and weakened the same area.
“Harry?”
He looked up, straight into concerned, grey-blue eyes. Draco. Pansy and Daphne were to one side, looking on with worry. Blaise was too the other side, looking freaked out and apologetic. Harry’s cheeks flamed with embarrassment, and his eyes began to burn with tears. He shot up and ran from the room, ignoring the calls behind him.
Running without paying attention could cause many issues, which resulted in Harry crashing into something firm and nearly falling to the ground. Arms caught him, however, and lifted him into the familiar embrace of Lucius. He curled into the man’s chest, burying his head into his father’s neck.
“Harry?”
“I’m sorry.” Harry sobbed, his distress causing him to revert back to the crude, harshly accented way he used to speak.
The arms tightened around him. “What happened, Harry?”
“Nothin’.”
“Harr—.”
“Harry!” Draco, Blaise, Pansy, and Daphne rushed towards them, causing Lucius to arch a brow.
“Do any of you care to tell me what has happened?”
After a moment of hesitation, Blaise stepped forward with his head bowed. “I think it was a little bit my fault, sir. I was trying to get Harry’s attention, so I asked him if he wanted to play Capture the Snitch. But he froze up and started hyperventilating. And he broke his quill.”
“Yeah.” Draco agreed. “It was like he was…like he was not with us anymore. We could not get his attention for a long time, and when we finally did, he ran off.”
“Hmm.” Lucius frowned. “I believe that somehow, your question Mr. Zabini, caused a trigger memory in Harry’s mind. He was locked in a traumatizing memory of his past.”
As if in agreement, Harry shuddered harshly. Everyone’s attention turned to him. Draco frowned.
“Father, maybe we should tell them the truth? Just to keep something like this from happening again?”
“The truth?” The other three looked at Draco.
Lucius sighed. “I believe you are right, Draco. Shall we all return to the library?”
Inside the library, Lucius managed to convince Harry to let go off him. In turn, Harry clung to Draco, using his slightly smaller size to his advantage as he curled up in his twin’s lap, arms tight around the blonde’s neck.
Blaise, Pansy, and Daphne all sat around them, with Lucius standing in front of all the first year students, his eyes on the shivering Harry.
“On the night of Harry’s birthday…” The blonde man began.
By the time he finished, the three students were completely flabbergasted. Harry was still in Draco’s arms, and no one knew if he was asleep or awake, as he made no movement or sound. The library was quiet, the silence loud after Lucius’ voice filling the room for so long. The man summoned a house elf for a glass of water, drinking it quickly to relieve his parched throat.
It was Blaise was the first to speak. “So…Harry is in fact the Boy Who Lived?”
“That is correct, Blaise.”
“I always wondered what happened to him.” Daphne spoke next. “There were rumors that he was supposed to go to Hogwarts, and everyone was disappointed that he never showed up. Well, technically he did. Just not as Harry Potter.”
Blaise glanced over at Draco. “And the two of you are…what did you call it?”
“Soul Mirror Twins.” Harry spoke up quietly, shocking everyone.
Draco looked down at his brother, who had yet to lift his head. “Harry?”
“It pretty much means that even if we weren’ born as twins, our souls were already together like that.” Harry continued, his accent still in play. Either he noticed and didn’t care, or he was so tired that it slipped out.
“Soul Mirror Twins are supposed to be rare, are they not?” Pansy said.
“Yeah.” Harry finally lifted his head. His eyes were red and swollen. “You guys don’ care that I was…yanno…”
“Beaten? Mistreated?” Blaise said bluntly. “Of course we do not, Harry. It is practically expected of those barbaric, brainless Muggles. Though I am angry that it happened to you, I am looking on the bright side of things. If it never happened, then Professors Snape and McGonagall would have never found you, you would have never become a Malfoy, and we would not have become friends.”
“We are not friends, Blaise Zabini.” Harry snapped, a little of his usual self showing as he glared at Blaise. “You are an annoying, narcissistic, self-centered, egotistic—.”
“Harry!” Lucius scolded.
The raven flinched. “Sorry.”
Blaise smirked at him.
After that, Harry slowly returned to normal. Narcissa had been told what happened, and was worried when she noticed Harry not eating much and spending most of his time in his room, almost exactly like how he did when he first joined the family. The difference this was that Blaise, whenever he came to visit—which was nearly every day—would barge into Harry’s room and would coax—insert annoy—Harry until the raven was yelling and acting like his normal self.
Ask anyone and they would tell you that it was probably Blaise who managed to return Harry to normal. The dark skinned youth took the highest risk to ignite the hot-headed raven’s anger, resulting in Harry becoming more comfortable with himself and the others as things seemed normal when he was yelling and throwing hexes at Blaise while Draco, Pansy, and Daphne laughed.
It took Harry nearly a week to return to normal, the day before Christmas Eve being the one where he was comfortably in the presence of everyone else, and not locked up in his room, without Blaise’s ‘coaxing’. He was glad he did his Christmas shopping early, as he would have been freaking out if he had to go out and do last minute Christmas shopping two days before the holiday itself.
Then he woke up Christmas morning to Draco yelling at him to get up so that they could open their presents. When Harry resisted and curled up, Draco yanked away his blankets and jumped on top of him.
“Okay, okay. I am up now. Thank you Draco.”
“You are most welcome, Harry.” The blonde smirked, dragging him from the room.
The two proceeded to enter their parent’s room and rouse them from their bed, much like in the manner Draco did to get Harry up.
“Mum! Dad! Up! It’s Christmas!” The two jumped on top of the lumps on the bed.
Lucius groaned as the breath whooshed out of his lungs. “Boys…”
“Father?” Harry said, prodding his father’s cheek with an innocent expression. “Please get up. It is Christmas.”
Unable to resist Harry’s puppy dog eyes, Lucius groaned once again and sat up, making the raven slide into his lap. Not that Harry minded, as he simply curled into Lucius’ lap, looking up at the blonde with wide eyes as his twin attempt to get their mother awake. Lucius glanced at Draco’s seemingly futile efforts and smirked.
“Cissa, get up. Draco is having a fit.”
“I am not!” Said blonde huffed indignantly.
A giggle rose from the pile of blankets that contained their mother. The pile moved a bit, and shifted to reveal a slightly disheveled Narcissa as she sat up, yawing delicately.
“Boys, good morning.”
“Morning mum.” The two chorused diligently.
Narcissa glanced at Lucius with a warm smile. “Good morning, mon amour.”
“A good morning it is, mon trésor.” Lucius leaned forward and kissed his wife on the lips.
Both Harry and Draco made disgusted faces at each other. “Ew.”
Christmas itself went wonderfully. Once Lucius and Narcissa finally got out of the bed, the Malfoy family at breakfast together before the boys were finally released to open their presents. The two were not disappointed.
Harry was ecstatic. From his brother, he received multiple books he’d recently been complaining about not having. From Narcissa, a wonderful set of ribbons of a variety of colors, designs, and materials, and a book for proper hair care—she obviously knew he wanted to grow his hair a bit more. From Lucius he received what he was sure were his favorite gifts. A Nimbus two thousand and one—those weren’t even out yet—the latest broom care kit, and a leather bound journal that was spelled to open only for him. From Blaise he received a whole platter of treacle tart and the largest bar of dark chocolate fudge he’d ever seen—both were under conservation charms so they wouldn’t melt or spoil—which were both of his favorite treats. Daphne sent him a beautiful forest green cashmere scarf that had the barest of silver thread glinting in it. And Pansy sent him a charm in a box—courtesy of Zonko’s of course—that turned him into half a cat for a good deal of the morning.
The gifts he received were all obviously well thought out, and he thought he had done fairly well for the gifts he gave.
To Draco—who’d also received a Nimbus two thousand from their father dearest—he gave a beautiful crystal dragon that became animated for a minute when you touched it with your wand. To Narcissa, he gave a gorgeous bracelet of twisted silver that had small pieces of sapphire within it, and a bouquet of narcissi and, yellow and white orchids. Lucius was the hardest to shop for and therefore Harry decided that what he gave the man who became his father would be a bit more personal—a detail letter explaining how grateful he was of Lucius for taking him in and how wonderful life was for him now, and how he would want nothing more or less. To Blaise he sent a rare book of languages he’d found hidden in the recesses of Chuck’s bookstore, one in particular that had a charm placed on it so that it would help Blaise learn other languages better. To Daphne he sent a perfume that he thought suited her well. And to Pansy, he sent an equally humorous joke box, one that would make her hair turn bright pink. The color she hated the most.
And then Christmas was over, and so was New Years, and next thing Harry knew, he and Draco were boarding the train to return to Hogwarts. Harry was nervous; Blaise, Pansy, and Daphne had seen a side of him he only showed to his family. Given, it did bring them a lot closer, to the point where he could really start counting them as friends. Especially Blaise, who was slowly becoming less of Draco’s friend and more of Harry’s. Harry didn’t deny that gratitude he felt for Blaise, for the darker skinned eleven year old being the one to pull him out of his depression, and he also couldn’t deny the bond that formed between them because of that.
But he was still nervous. He didn’t want them to treat him any different from usual. He didn’t want them to be on the tippy-toes with him all the time. If he was beginning to think them as friends, then he wanted to be able to treat them as friends. Not like…as if they were just doing it out of obligation for ‘poor ole Harry’. Draco treated him like normal because the blonde knew what he was feeling; he simply knew whether or not Harry could take something. But the others didn’t have that capability.
If Harry had to, however, he would reassure that he was just as scary and deadly ad he was the first time they met on the train. And if that broke the tentative friendship they were all building together…then so be it.
Draco had to nearly drag him to ‘their’ compartment, and snapped at him to compose his self before they entered. He acquiesced to his brother’s wants, through it proved futile as it turned out no one was there yet. Harry took the opportunity, dragging Draco to the bench and sprawling out across his brother’s lap. He fell asleep almost immediately; something he learned from spending time with the Dursley’s. He couldn’t fall asleep at will every time, but should the situation be stressed enough, he could.
Of course, he immediately snapped awake when their cabin door opened. He decided to feign sleep, just to know who it was. Going by the hand that suddenly landed in his hair, he figured that Draco knew he was awake.
“Hey, Blaise. How was the rest of your break?”
“Wonderful, Draco, thanks.” Harry went still as a finger poked his cheek. “I know you’re awake. Harry. You sleep enough around me that I can tell the difference.”
Harry grumbled as he cracked open an eye. “You could have played along, Blaise.”
The Italian grinned. “I loved my Christmas present, Harry. How was the treacle tart and candy bar?”
“It was…” Harry sighed in memory of the wonderful treats. “Simply exquisite.”
“Good.” Blaise sat down beside Draco, pulling Harry’s feet onto his lap. “I got you only the best.”
“Mm hmm.” Harry said sleepily.
Just as he rolled over to fall back asleep, the cabin door once again banged open. The chatter of Daphne and Pansy reached his ears, and he turned his head to glare at the two. They ignored him for the most part, except for a moment when Daphne gushed over her perfume and Pansy congratulated him on such a good prank, then the two returned to their inane noisiness. Harry huffed and rolled over to go to sleep anyway.
Draco was probably the only one who caught his smile.
The return to Hogwarts, however, immediately ruined Harry’s good mood, as it seemed to tend to do for the young raven. The school had been, according to Pansy, thrown up on by a drunk Christmas fairy. It was horrible. It was worse than the Halloween dance. Harry couldn’t even explain it. But he did know that it all had to do with Dumbledore. It was always Dumbledore.
In the Great Hall, at the Slytherin table, Harry glared at the mistletoe that seemed to be nearing him every time he looked away. With Blaise to his right and the girls to his left, he wasn’t taking any chances. Across from him, Draco laughed. Harry turned his glare to his brother.
“Laugh all you want. Wait till a mistletoe ends up over your head.” Harry smirked as the blonde paled. To Draco’s left was Millicent Bulstrode, and to his right was Marcus Flint.
“Oh shut it, you git.”
“Oh, but Draco, you have such a wonderful selection to chose from. Rotten mouth, and bull girl.” Harry teased.
At that moment, Harry wished he could take back everything he just said. Surely, he had jinxed it. Because at that moment, the sly mistletoe slipped over his head and glowed red, catching everyone’s attention. Harry paled as he felt Blaise’s intense gaze on him.
“Harry…” Draco began to snicker behind his hand.
“I know Draco.” The raven whispered then whipped around to glare at Blaise, who was inching closer to him. “Move another inch and you will lose a limb, Zabini.”
Blaise merely grinned and, before Harry realized what happened, swooped in and quickly kissed him on the cheek. Harry turned furious red, even as he reached up and smacked Blaise away. Across the table, Draco laughed at him while at his side, the girls giggled and cooed.
“Blaise!” Harry glared at the darker skinned boy.
“Yes, Harry?” Blaise asked innocently.
Instead of verbally responding, Harry merely narrowed his eyes as an enigmatic smirk tilted his lips. Draco, practically able to feel what his twin was thinking, shivered slightly. Blaise’s grin dropped and he gulped, skin lighting as he paled.
When the feast was over, Blaise was careful to have Draco between Harry and his self, watching the raven from the corner of his eye. Harry was still smirking, not even sparing Blaise a glance as he strutted for the dorm.
~oOo~
Carefully tying his long blonde hair to the nape of his neck, Lucius checked his robes for any creases or loose dust, nodding in satisfaction to find the black cloth was still in its prime. It had been years since he wore such specific robes, but they still fit perfectly. Of course they did, as Lucius only had the best.
Taking a deep breath, he apparated to the specified location. Severus was there waiting for him, and he greeted his long time old friend with a nod and a slight smirk. The slightly shorter raven gestured with a nod of his head for Lucius to follow him.
A short trip later and Lucius was met with a blood red gaze that were a new addition, not to mention the body was completely unfamiliar. But nonetheless, the power that radiated throughout the room was unmistakable.
“Lucius…” The voice caressed his name, the ever-present dangerous edge giving the moniker a unique accent. “My most loyal subject…”
Lucius inclined his head. “My lord. It is good to see you again, though the body might not be yours…”
“Yes…” Red eyes narrowed. “But we are aiming to fix that, are we not?”
“Of course, my lord.” Lucius tilted his head up, considering. “What is it you require of me, my lord, in order to remedy this…ailment of yours?”
A slightly sinister laugh slid through the room. “Ever ready to serve, aren’t you Lucius?”
“As always, my lord.”
“As it should be. My dear little blonde…I need you to find a very specific book on rituals.”
Lucius arched a brow. “What kind of ritual are we talking about, my lord?”
“One…that will help me get my body back.”
~oOo~
In the dorms, Harry shivered. The foreboding feeling he had passed over to Draco, who also shivered, then looked up at Harry. Said raven returned his look.
“What was that, Harry?”
“I do not know.” Harry bit his lip. “But soon, either something very bad, or very good, is going to happen”
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