Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Blood and Inheritance	By : TCardan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23321 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or make any money from the writing of this fiction.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
A/N: Thank you to everyone who is reviewing this story. It really makes a difference for me and I appreciate that. Hope you enjoy!

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

Chapter Seven

Slytherin House gathered early the next morning in the common room to listen to the annual house rules and expectations speech from Professor Snape. Harry felt small standing there amongst the older students, he could barely see through the crowd. Draco finally grabbed his sleeve and pulled him up the stairs a bit so they could fully view the professor.

“I expect all of you to represent Slytherin House in the most professional manner possible. Everything you do reflects upon the character and reputation of Slytherin. This means you must obey the rules I have outlined and you must try your best in all your classes. As most of you are aware, house points are awarded for both behavior and contributing to class discussions. If we wish to win the house cup at the end of the year, you must endeavor to do your part…”

On and on he spoke, sounding like part pep rally and part threat if they behaved in ways that lost Slytherin House points. Harry lost interest after awhile, his stomach growling. He wondered what sort of stuff they would have at breakfast. He looked about the room, looked out the window. It was daylight now, so the creatures and plants in the lake were visible. There was nothing remarkable out there to see at the moment.

“Mr. Potter, please come with me to my office.” Snape ordered, snapping Harry’s attention back to him.

Harry noticed that everyone was starting to leave and that Snape must of finished his boring speech. But he wanted to see him? Was he in trouble all ready?

Harry’s friends lingered, giving Harry concerned looks as he made his way down the stairs and followed Snape through a door in the far side of the common room.

When they were inside, Snape sat at his desk and indicated to Harry that he should sit too.

“Did I do something wrong, sir?”

Snape looked at the boy, his eyes studying his facial features. Harry could feel his gaze on his scar and then his eyes. “Not yet, Mr. Potter,” he finally said. After a few more moments, he added, “You have your mother’s eyes.”

Harry shifted uncomfortably at the scrutiny. “Did you know her, sir?”

“Yes, actually, we were childhood friends.”

“Really? But… she was a Muggleborn,” Harry whispered as if it was a shameful fact he didn’t want anyone to know.

“I know,” Snape replied, studying Harry. “Are you ashamed of that?”

Harry shrugged. “I never really knew her. It’s like she never existed.”

Harry was startled to find Snape slamming his fist down on his desk. “But she did!” he spat.

Harry dropped his eyes. “Sorry, sir.” He didn’t know why Snape was so angry all of the sudden. “Can I go to breakfast?”

He could feel Snape’s glare on him, studying him. “I asked you in here because there is a few matters we must attend to.”

Since the professor seemed calmer now, Harry looked at him again. “Yes, sir?”

“I have been made aware that you and the headmaster share a special relationship outside of school.”

“Albus?”

“Yes. You must not address him by anything but Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster, or Sir in front of anyone while at school. Is that clear? It would not do for other students to think the headmaster is playing favorites with you. You may address him in your usual familiar ways in private or in your home.”

Harry nodded. “I understand.”

“Good. Now there is also the matter of your problems at Merlin’s Academy. I have your record here, Mr. Potter, and it shows some unusual cases of accidental magic on your part. Does this happen only in anger?”

“Yes, sir, or sometimes if I‘m very afraid.”

Snape nodded. “Until you’ve had more training with your wand you may still have some episodes. I would like you to come here in my office on Tuesday and Thursday evenings at eight o’clock to learn how to direct your emotions through your wand safely. I feel, in your case, accelerated instruction would be beneficial to you and all others you come in contact with.”

“Thank you, sir,” Harry said, meaning it. Accidental magic was something he had been worried about too. Maybe Snape wasn’t so bad after all. “Is that all, sir?” Harry asked, anxious to get to breakfast.

There was a short silence before Snape replied. “I realize you possess some unusual qualities, Mr. Potter. And I have seen the company you keep. There are many… people… interested in you, in your progress, and in your future. Tread carefully in your decisions. You will have to decide what type of wizard you are going be. Now, go on. Your friends have been waiting for you outside my door.”

“Yes, sir,” Harry replied, unsure about the strange words Snape just spoke. Harry knew he had always received a lot of public attention. Were those the people Snape was referring to? The people interested in him?

He left Snape’s office and did, indeed, find his group of friends waiting.

“What did want?” Theodore asked first.

“He wants to give me extra wand lessons,” Harry replied.

“Why?”

Harry shrugged. “Don’t know. I think he wants me to control my accidental magic better.”

The boys nodded. That sounded reasonable. They all knew well what Harry could be like when he was angry.

OOOOO

The first term of the year went by without a hitch. Harry and his friends had a great time together and adjusted quickly into the routines of school and homework. Snape was true to his word, working with Harry twice a week, and Harry was beginning to feel confident that he’d no longer have to lose control over his emotions and hurt others.

The six friends loved poking fun at everyone who was not in Slytherin House and had nick names for almost everyone they disliked. Hermione Granger retained the name “Bucky” that Draco had given her on the train, except now in private they called her Bucky the Mudblood, after finding out her parentage. Every time she got near, they would get away from her as if she had the plague, laughing.

They called Ron Weasley, The Weasel, and his twin brothers were Bread and Porridge, instead of Fred and George. Percy Weasley was Pussy Weasley, which sent them into peals of laughter whenever they saw his curly head in the halls. Neville Longbottom was dubbed Soggybottom and Cedric Diggory was called Scabby Knees. The boys had loads of fun thinking of names for everyone.

Harry had only one private conversation with Albus who called him into his office a month after school started. It was a pleasant visit and Albus wanted to know how Harry had been adjusting to school. They had tea together in the headmaster’s office and Harry was pleased that Albus seemed to think the extra wand practice was a good idea.

“Are you happy, Harry?” Albus had asked.

“Yes, I really like it at Hogwarts. I have loads of fun too,” Harry replied.

During the Christmas holidays, Harry had a chance to be with Albus again as he came for Christmas dinner at Grimmauld Place, along with Remus Lupin. Harry had enjoyed being home with Sirius and his pets again, trying to choose which snake he would bring back with him to Hogwarts.

Draco had sent him an owl two days after Christmas, inviting Harry for a sleepover. And it had to be that particular night, if Harry could catch his drift.

Harry understood that the boys would be having their first duel lesson that night and he definitely didn’t want to miss it. Sirius reluctantly let Harry go to the sleepover, feeling a bit stingy about his short time with Harry. “All right,” he said, “but just one night.”

What was interesting to Harry, the night they all gathered at Lucius’ magically protected warehouse, was how subdued his friends became when standing next to their fathers. Harry had become use to cutting loose with them at school, away from parental eyes. But now they were all on their best behaviors.

Rudolphus and Rabastan LeStrange were there, as promised, standing with Harry and Blaise, and asking them what they had learned in school thus far.

The arena was empty, as there was no duel going on tonight, and so the wizards, young and old, began practicing. The boys learned how to stand, bow, hold their wands. They even learned subtle things like how to intimidate ones opponent with certain expressions on your face, certain body postures, and other gestures.

Then they learned, “Stupefy”, which stunned their opponent. And then “Rennervate” to bring them back to consciousness again. They learned, “Protego” to create a shield around themselves. They were also taught a few fun hexes like, “Tarantallegra” which would make someone dance uncontrollably, and “Serpensortia”, which made a snake come from the tip of your wand. Harry enjoyed that spell immensely and kept creating more until the LeStranges finally asked him to cease. They did seem to approve of Harry talking to the snakes, however, and commanding them.

“Well done, Harry, you are a true Slytherin,” Rudolphus would praise. “If you can create fear in your opponent, you will have an advantage. Fearing a snake attack, they will lose focus trying to get rid of the snake. Then you can finish them off.”

The spells seemed to come easy for Harry, and the LeStranges looked pleased at his adeptness. Blaise was feeling frustrated and jealous, however, as it was taking him longer to catch on. The other boys also had varying degrees of success, but they kept working at it, Stupefying and Rennervating one another over and over again until they were tired out.

At the end of the session, Lucius Malfoy announced, “All of you did very well for your first time. Since you are allowed to use your wands at school, I expect all of you to find time to practice what you have learned here tonight. Remember, you cannot tell anyone where you have learned it or who taught you. So try to find a private place to practice. When we continue our lessons in the summer, I will expect you to have mastered the spells you have learned tonight, so that we can move on to other more interesting ones.”

During the second term of the first year, the boys couldn’t help using some of their newly learned hexes on the other students, and Weasleys in particular. They really enjoyed making The Weasel standing up and start dancing in the Great Hall during meals with a well aimed “Tarantallegra.” They had gotten away with it a good ten or eleven times before Snape finally figured out where the hex was coming from. Rather than take the points away from his own house, however, he made them serve a three day detention.

On weekends when there was no Quidditch game to watch, they would take the trail around the lake and find a private place to practice their dueling. All in all, they really enjoyed their first year.

OOOOO

Harry lay on his bed at the start of his second year at Hogwarts, happy to be back at school once again. Not that he didn’t like being home with Sirius, but a lot had happened over the summer that had changed the whole dynamic of the household.

The first thing Sirius had done when Harry arrived home from Hogwarts last June was to inform him that he and Bianca were now engaged to be married and that the wedding would take place in August before Harry had to return to school. Not that Harry didn’t like Bianca. She had always been friendly to him. It was just that Sirius was now so distracted by her. The whole summer seemed to be about wedding plans, shopping for the wedding, getting fitted for the wedding, decorating for the wedding, etc… that Harry felt a bit forgotten.

He spent much of his time with the Malfoys which also allowed him to see his friends more and to continue with the dueling lessons. He was also able to attend two more duel nights that summer, one being a grievance duel ending in death. It didn’t bother Harry as much this time, however, as he was actually more interested in the actual spells they used, the stances, the intimidation, etc… now that he had learned about those things.

So, now, Harry was happy to be back at school, away from the lovey-dovey looks and kisses between Sirius and Bianca. He had felt gypped of his time with his father.

Draco walked into the dorm room, a flyer in his hand. “Quidditch tryouts will be next week,” he announced. “Still want to do it?”

“Yeah,” Harry replied. “Why not? We did practice a lot during the summer.”

“You think we got a chance? Not too many second years make it. I think the captains favor the older players that they already know.”

“Yeah, but even if they choose all the old players to play again, there are still three empty spots from the players that have graduated last year.”

“Yeah, that’s true. We should go and practice before we try out. Yeah?”

Harry nodded.

“Why do you look so glum?” Draco asked, noticing Harry’s demeanor. He knew Harry very well by now and could easily gage his moods. “Is it still the wedding?”

Harry shrugged. “Yeah, a bit, I guess.”

“Well, forget about it. We’ve got more important things to think about now.”

“Like what?”

“Like what curses we are going to use on Bucky and The Weasel this year,” Draco laughed. “Oh Gods, can you believe Pussy was made Head Boy?”

Harry laughed. “I think Scabby Knees will need to be taught a few lessons as well. He’s gotten so full of himself lately. Did you see his passel of witches he’s collecting?”

“What? Hufflepuff witches? They are all stupid bints. Of course they wouldn’t know any better.”

OOOOO

An interesting dynamic was developing in Slytherin House which Harry was only beginning to realize. First of all, the Quidditch tryouts went very well for Draco and Harry, both of them filling two of the three empty spots, Harry as Seeker and Draco as a Beater. Problem was, it almost seemed too easy. Harry felt that some of the others that tried out were a bit more skilled than they were, yet they hadn’t been picked.

Then there was the fact that most of the older Slytherins loved to pick on the younger ones, yet seemed to leave Harry and his friends alone. And, now, in his second year here, Harry was beginning to catch on that they might be enjoying some sort of privilege over the others. It didn’t seem like anyone was particularly struck by his childhood fame after knowing him for a length of time, so he didn’t think it was that. It was a curious thing that he pondered once in a while.

The Slytherin witches around his age seemed to take an interest in his group of friends, giggling and whispering about them in groups. They would find little presents left anonymously for them or sent by owl. They would reek of perfume, so they knew it was from the girls. And Harry seemed to get the lion’s share of girl gifts to Draco’s disgust.

“Just tell them to stop,” Draco grumped, swiping his hand in the air to clear the smell of rose scented perfume. “It’s getting annoying.”

“Looks like they are already thinking about marriage,” Theodore yawned.

“Marriage?” Harry startled. “We are only twelve!”

Theodore shrugged. “So? If they can get you to agree to a betrothal contract, they know they’ll have their future set when we get out of school.”

“I know some people that get betrothed at thirteen and fourteen,” Blaise added.

“No fucking way,” Draco scathed.

Harry nodded. He didn’t want anything remotely to do with weddings.

“Don’t give them any encouragement, then,” Theodore said. “And don’t underestimate their tricks. You can bet their mothers are teaching them how to catch the right husband. I should know. I have an older sister.”

“My mother says we can’t touch the pure blood witches,” Blaise added. “She says we need to save them for the future and not ruin them.”

“What the hell does that mean? Ruin them?” asked Draco.

“I think it means have sex with them,” said Gregory.

“But I think there are blokes having sex with witches at this school. I heard stories of people getting caught,” Theodore replied.

“Not with the witches from good pureblood families,” said Blaise. “Mother says if we want to ‘experiment’, it should be with girls that don’t matter because we would never marry them anyway.”

“Ewww…” Draco replied. “Mudbloods and such? Disgusting.”

Near the end of second year, the boys noticed that two Hufflepuff girls in their year took to following them around, trying to get their attentions. Only Vincent and Gregory would play along while their friends shook their heads.

“Why do you encourage them?” Draco asked. “They’re idiots.”

“They actually want to meet Harry,” Vincent laughed. “We said we might set up an introduction if they show us their bare bums.”

Crabbe sniggered, making Draco glare.

“Harry’s not interested in them,” Draco snapped.

“Yeah, so? They don’t have to know that.”

OOOOO

One of the highlights of second year, however, was the dueling club started at school by Professor Snape and Professor Lockhart. Most male students couldn’t stand Professor Lockhart as he was a constant braggart and didn’t seem to know much about anything. Even Harry and his friends noticed the flamboyant wizard’s inadequacy at the dark arts, since he failed at most of his demonstrations. But be that as it may, Lockhart did show enthusiasm for the dueling club which was very appealing to most students at school.

Of course, Slytherin House excelled at the duels, even if they had to use the more tamer curses that they knew. Most of the boys had been training with their fathers and friends for years. Professor Snape was aware of this pure blood tradition and was always very proud of how his house excelled in the duels.

He had to be cautious, however, of letting Harry into duels. He did so only against skilled opponents whom Snape knew could defend themselves, which weren’t that many.

“Come on, Professor, let Harry duel, please,” his friends would beg.

“Not yet,” Snape would usually reply. Having worked with Harry individually, he knew what the boy was capable of. And that was not a comforting thought.

OOOOO

Aberforth Dumbledore opened the door of his home after hearing the insistent knocking and was surprised to find his brother, Albus, standing there.

“Well, well, well, look who’s come for a visit after all these years,” Aberforth scowled. “Finally remembered you had a brother, did you?”

“Nice to see you too, Aberforth,” Albus replied, letting himself in and looking about. “I see not much has changed.”

“What were you expecting?”

Albus shrugged. “That perhaps you moved on with your life?”

Aberforth grunted, limping to a chair and sitting. “What do you want?”

“The cloak, Aberforth. I think it’s time for Harry to have it. You shouldn’t have the burden of keeping two of the Hallows. It‘s not safe.”

“I don’t have two,” Aberforth replied.

Dumbledore paused, confused. “What do you mean? You have the cloak and the stone.”

Aberforth shook his head. “No, you old fool, I don’t. I only have the cloak.”

Albus stepped toward him, startled. “Where is the stone? What have you done? You were suppose to retrieve the stone the night James and Lily died. You left to do so, I remember.”

“If you had bothered to talk to me afterwards, you would have found that I left their house empty handed. But you’re always too busy for me, aren’t you?”

“And you never thought to contact me?” Albus shouted. “Someone has the resurrection stone?”

“Oh, someone has it all right,” Aberforth replied. “Harry does.”

“How can that be?”

“When that mad man tried to kill him, the stone was in Harry’s pocket on his nightclothes. Lily must have put it there before it happened. When I came, Harry was there but the stone was gone. All that was left was a hole in his pocket from underneath and a mark against his chest - in the exact shape of the stone. Harry absorbed the stone into his body.”

Albus stood in shock, trying to make sense of this. The stone was now part of Harry? “But that could mean…”

“Harry is immortal,” Aberforth finished for him.

OOOOO

A/N: Hope you liked this chapter. This will be all I’m spending in second year. Next we’ll move onto third and fourth. Slash lovers, never fear, there will be plenty of scenes to look forward to in future chapters. The het is mostly experimental for Harry as he is figuring out who he is and is not the main focus.

I’m not sure yet how I’ll portray Snape. He’s obviously in the know about Harry’s inner circle training, but there is also a good part of Snape when it comes to his love for Lily. He too, is conflicted in my mind, as he has always been even in the books. I can go either way with him - either as a supporter and mentor of a darker Harry or as a force that tries to get Harry to become what his mother would have wanted him to be. So, if any of you want to speak up on your preference, let me know in your review.

I hope you enjoyed it and please review and let me know your thoughts. Thank you so much.
- 6
- 7
- 8
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Blood and Inheritance