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Golden Silence	By : Eskimita Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 36124 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 22
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters, nor do I make any money from the writing of this fanfiction. All credit goes to J.K. Rowling.

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“I was left on the Dursley’s doorstep, with a note. They said that the note told them that my parents died in a car accident, and that they had to take care of me. Uncle Vernon, he didn’t want to take me in. But they had to. So he decided to make sure I would never talk.

“Uncle Vernon, he’s proud about the fact that my surgery is the only thing that ever cost them money, for me. It happened a few days after I was sent to them, I think. The doctor cut out my talking parts and sewed me back up. But he left this scar.” Harry tilted his head up, showing the scraggly scar on his neck. “I’ve never been able to talk.”

“Oh Harry,” Charlie hugged his youngest mate close to him, running his fingers through Harry’s messy hair. “Your parents didn’t die in a car accident, emerald. They were killed by an evil wizard. They died protecting you.”

Draco watched silently, slipping his hand into Harry’s. “We’ll tell you everything we know about how your parents died, Harry. I promise. But can you answer a few more questions for us?”

Harry nodded, peeking out from his spot against Charlie’s chest. “Can you tell us what else the Dursleys did? We need to know so that we can protect you.”

Harry nodded again before his voice filled their minds once more. “Dudley, my cousin, didn’t like having another boy his age around his parents. He was always beating me up. And Uncle Vernon, he like to hit me. If the chores that Aunt Petunia assigned me weren’t done perfectly, Uncle Vernon would spank me. He’d spank me until I was crying. Aunt Petunia started making me do the chores when I was four. I had to clean the kitchen and the bathrooms, I had to help with the food, and eventually, I had to clean Dudley’s bedroom. I had to do it every day. Aunt Petunia hated if even one thing was out of place. If I did all my chores right, I’d get a proper cheese sandwich and half a glass of water. If I didn’t do them right, I’d get sent to my cupboard without food.

“Once primary school started, Aunt Petunia sent me to school with a cheese sandwich every day so no one would ask why I didn’t eat. She even gave me the uniforms that were too tight on Dudley, even though they were too big for me. I didn’t even learn that my name was Harry Potter until after the first day of primary school. The teacher didn’t understand why I didn’t know what name was supposed to go on my papers. That night, Aunt Petunia told me that I was Harry Potter, and that my parents were useless drunks.”

“Petunia did this?” Professor Snape had been silent before, but now, he was practically fuming. Ignoring the way Harry shied away from him, he ranted on. “Petunia did this to her own nephew? I know she was jealous of Lily, but that is no excuse. There is no reason to ever treat a child like that, especially-”

“Professor Snape,” Cedric stood up to confront the professor. “You’re scaring Harry. Please, at least speak quieter.”

Professor Snape took a deep breath and nodded. “I do apologize, Mr Potter. Now, did your aunt ever say why she was so nasty to you?”

Harry nodded again, shyly looking over at the professor. “She said that she wouldn’t make the same mistake her parents did, taking a freak in and treating it like her own child. She said I was just like my mother, a family stealing freak, but she wouldn’t have any of it.”

Professor Snape stared at Harry in shock, his mouth hanging open slightly. If Harry hadn’t been so terrified of the man, he might find it funny. Instead, he pulled Draco in front of him, making the blonde sit on Charlie’s lap as well. Once he was barricaded between his mates, he peeked around Draco’s shoulder, curious as to what the Professor would do next.

Professor Snape finally seemed to snap out of his shock, pulling out his wand and pointing it at Harry. “If I may, Mr Potter, I want to run a genealogy spell on you.”

Harry nodded and watched the light purple light snake out of the professor’s wand, hitting him in the chest. Lined of golden words rolled above the light, causing everyone except Harry to gasp in surprise. Harry looked up at his mates and tugged on Draco’s shirt.

“Is it something bad? What is it?”

“It would appear, Mr Potter, that your mother was not Muggleborn.” Professor Snape was still staring at the results of his spell. “Liliandra Lestrange, adopted as Lily Rose Evans by Andrew and Hope Evans, blood daughter of Robert Lestrange and Ara Black Lestrange. You, Mr Potter, are a pureblood.”

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September 4, 1991

Harry woke up surrounded by the warmth of his mates, Draco pressed against his back, and Charlie and Cedric’s arms wrapped around him. There had been four four-posters in their room, but when Harry had woken up in the middle of the night of a nightmare, Charlie had pushed the beds together and then combined the mattresses through transfiguration. The result was the pile of limbs Harry was currently attempting to climb out of.

Someone groaned and Harry froze, half straddling Draco’s knees. Cedric rolled to his back and sat up, staring at Harry. He smiled a sleepy smile, holding his hand out to Harry.

“Good morning, Harry. Were you on your way to get ready for classes?” At Harry’s nod, he smiled again. “Right, well, we should wake Draco up too. He can’t be late for classes on the third day. How about you go grab a shower and I’ll have Draco up before you’re out.”

Harry nodded again and scurried to the bathroom.

As he showered, Harry thought about everything that Professor Snape had told him last night, and what Draco had added to it. Apparently, his mother was from a Dark family, a family that had ties to the very man who killed Harry’s parents. Professor Snape told him that his mother’s brothers, Rabastan and Rudolphus had been Death Eaters, and that they were in jail for torturing someone else’s family the same night his parents had died. Draco had agreed, adding that Rudolphus was married to his aunt Bellatrix, and that he could remember hearing stories about them from his mother.

But something felt wrong to Harry. When Professor Snape told him that the Dark Lord, Voldemort, had killed his parents, something felt wrong, like there was more to the story, someone who had been there. He couldn’t shake the feeling that perhaps the Dark Lord hadn’t killed his parents. It didn’t feel like that had been true to him.

He washed his hair, thinking about the comments Cedric and Charlie had had about his parentage. Charlie had said something about how his parents were going to freak out, and Cedric had told him that if their parents couldn’t accept what was obviously the truth, then they were being idiots. According to Draco, Charlie’s family were all blood traitors like Cedric’s were, but Charlie had glared at the blonde, telling him that he and his older brother had never really agreed with the way their parents saw the world.

Harry sighed as he finished his shower, realizing that he had left his uniform in the bedroom. He wrapped a towel around himself and darted into the bedroom, opening his trunk.

“Oh sweet Merlin,” Draco sounded shocked. “H-harry, I think your wings have come in.”

In the next instant, all three of his mates were surrounding him, stroking the skin around the small wings that had emerged from his back some time in the night. Charlie’s hand lightly rested against his left wing, causing Harry to gasp in surprise.

“I think they’ll still have to grow a bit, they aren’t really big enough for use yet, but they’re beautiful, Harry.” Harry stared up at Charlie with big, glassy eyes, causing the elf to laugh. “Does that feel good? When I touch your wing?”

Harry nodded and Charlie stroked his hand down his wing. A knock at the door had the boys breaking away and Harry hurriedly putting on his uniform as Charlie opened the door to speak to Professor Snape.
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