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DNA Mishap	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30487 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 17
Disclaimer: If I wrote Harry Potter...believe me, you'd know the difference. But I don't so props to Rowling and I DON'T make any cash from this

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Harry woke up in his bed, confused. What happened? He thought, sitting up and placing a hand on his forehead.

Suddenly, all the events of earlier rushed back and Harry felt the rage bubbling inside him. The letter from Griphook. Dumbledore. Betrayal. If there was anything Harry hated more than Voldemort, it was to be lied to, especially by the people closest to him. Now don't take this as a trait of loyal Griffindor, no-this is a pure Slytherin trait that was usually mistaken for a Griffindor one.

Confusing right? Slytherins are practically the gods of lying and deception. But see, Slytherins lie to everyone except those closest to them-its a very rare sign of trust between them; to lie to one another is the worst thing they could do. And that's why, from that day onwards, whoever was that person close to them who lied, would forever be their worst enemy.

And this is exactly how Harry, a true Slytherin-not Griffindor-felt. A feeling weld inside him-a feeling he hasn't felt since meeting Voldemort during the war. Bloodlust. His veela-of which he didn't quite know yet had developed-wanted him to go kill them all for hurting him. And Harry agreed, he really wanted to do it.

But another, different feeling held him back. Sadness and love stopped him. He loved the three of them. Ron, Ginny and Dumbledore. They were his family. They were with him through it all. SEVEN YEARS OF PAIN AND BULLSHIT. In second year, he saved Ginny from a fucking Basilisk. When he was only twelve fucking years old. How could they do this to him?

He remembered what the letter said clear as day:

To Mr. Harry Malfoy,

Congratulations on surviving the counter curse, your mother would be extremely proud. Very soon-if not already-you will begin the process of going through your veela inheritance. I hope that it will not be to painful; you will be going through many physical and genetic changes. Your magic will also most likely have a distinct boost. As you know, you have now properly come into your inheritance and now have access to the Potter vaults and the Malfoy vaults and any other vault dedicated to yourself. Because of this, it is necessary for your to come to Gringgotts to tie up some lose ends.

On another note, it is to my great displeasure to inform you of a few...disturbing events. To the shame of myself and every goblin working at Gringotts, it would appear that one Mr. Albus Dumbledore has been swindling your money. Previously, it was informed to us by him that he was your appointed wizard guardian and was granted, by you, access to any vault belonging to you.

As I was unable to inform anyone about your heritage to anyone, Mr. Dumbledore was only granted access to the main Potter vaults. The falseness of these statements has only came to attention after you went into your proper inheritance and we were alerted immediately by the Department of Family Matters and Inheritance.

We have already located Mr. Dumbledore and have him held in Gringotts. On the day you shall arrive, we will release him to trails by the Wizengamot after you have completed your affairs.

It greatly sadness me to also inform you that one Mr. Ronald Weasley and Ms. Ginerva Weasley has also been siphoning from your vaults through Dumbledore. No other from the Weasley family has done the same, nor are they aware of the youngest twos actions. The same goes for Ms. Hermione Granger.

It deeply saddens me to inform you of this Mr. Malfoy, but it had to be done. Please send a return letter by any means of the day you will be visiting and of those you would like to be present in order for a confrontation. Please do so by this week.

~Griphook

Pain rushed through Harry and he screamed in anguish. He stood, still screaming, and his magic swirled around him; destroying everything in proximity. His bed and dresser became nothing but splinters and his window nothing but shards of glass.

Vaguely he heard Draco and Snape enter his room, calling his name. But he kept screaming, desperate to lose the feeling of pain, of love...of everything. Clothes and shards of...stuff flew around the room, blocking his vision and cutting into his skin.

Two pairs of strong arms wrapped around him, snapping him out of his anguish filled stupor. Not caring who it was, he collapsed against someones chest, sobbing loudly. The arms tightened and he let out a wail. He never felt anything like this before; he wanted it to go away, everything.

Many hours passed before Harry came back to himself, tears long dried. He took note of his surroundings; his room was completely destroyed, no doubt he would have to go to a different one.

He was on the ground, two pairs of arms around him. One pair he recognized immediately as Draco's; his musky cologne giving Harry a sense of comfort. The other pair he didn't know but felt like he belonged in those arms. The scent coming from the stranger soothed him immediately and he snuggled in deeper, giving a content sigh.

"Harry?" He looked up with blood-shot eyes to Draco, who softly called his name. The blond looked a mess. Tear tracks stained his cheeks, his hair was almost as bad as Harry's used to be, and cuts lacerated his arms and face. Harry blinked in surprise, Did I do that?

"Harry? Harry are you okay? Say something." Draco looked at him urgently. Wait, if this is Draco...then who is-

He turned and blinked in shock. A miserable and equally messy Snape sat behind him, just as confused as Harry. His long arms were wrapped around Harry and held him up against a surprisingly broad chest. The larger man looked down at him with the usual unreadable face.

Harry couldn't move; he didn't want to. In Draco's arms, he felt safe-of course, but in Snape's arms he felt different. He still felt safe, but there was more to it; as if belonged in Snape's arms and no one else's. He felt as if he finally came home. This is so confusing.

Draco's tap on his arm brought Harry from his thoughts; he turned to his older brother. " Harry, are you okay?"

For the second time that day, the forgotten memories came back harshly; making Harry scowl and his mood darken. He quickly stood, not wanting anyone near him, and walked out the room. For a second he stood there, not sure where to go. He opted for outside and headed to the front door.

Harry walked aimlessly for a long time, immersed in his thoughts. In fact, he was so immersed that when he finally stopped, he didn't know where he was and it was already dark-probably about six o'clock. Clearly, it was a Muggle neighborhood, but Harry only just moved into Malfoy Manor and was unfamiliar with the area.

He looked around casually, trying not calling attention to himself. He was in a Muggle shopping district. Stores of all sorts lined the streets either way and Harry walked forward, curiously window shopping. It wasn't his first time in a shopping district, the Dursley's sent him on many errands to one. But he always had a time limit and never had time to really notice his surroundings.

There were many varieties of stores to choose from. Book stores, clothing stores, markets, tool stores, discount stores...everything. Harry was captivated. But one shop in particular caught Harry's attention.

Very small, the little shop was squeezed between two huge gaudy clothing stores. It was painted completely black and had very little decoration, a few drawings in the windows. Interested, Harry walked closer to read the sign, Flo's Art.

Thinking about it for only a second, Harry entered the shop. The inside was the same as the outside. Devoid of much decoration, it was complete dark and black. Towards the back was a curtain covering the doorway which lead to another room. Directly opposite Harry was a glass counter with many drawings and photos and behind it was a woman, tattoo sleeves decorating her arms and two snake bites on her bottom lip.

He was in a tattoo parlor. The lady in front of him chewing gum must be Flo. He stepped up to the counter, looking with renewed curiosity at the drawings and photos.

"Hey, Specs. Names Flo. What canna do for ya?" A friendly voice sounded above him. The lady-Flo-gave him a half smile, popping her gum loudly. He looked back down.

"Nothing much. Just saw your place and was curious is all." He said beginning to turn away. Her laugh made him stop.

"Everyone always says that and everyone always leave with a tat. Ya see, most never see this place. Not unless they want to. Not unless they wanted change from everyone expects. You one'v em, Specs. Some'in done happen in ya life and ya sick of how everone treats ya."

She looked him up and down. He fidgeted self consciously, while in Muggle clothes, they were all torn up and bloody. His hair had grown again in the last few hours and now went past his ass, thick and curly. His eyes were probably still red and tears stains on his cheeks. But that's not what she was looking at.

"Yup, I can see it in you, lil wizard." Harry looked at her, eyes wide. She's a witch? "That dejected way a standin'. The sadness and anga in ya eyes. All me clients look like that. But ya see, tha's what I change. I...well I draw a sign of hope. I draw a permanent something on ya skin tha ya can look at all the time, e'ry time ya feel down. Ma clients leave at least semi better than when they came in. At mos with a big smile on ya face.

Give it a try. Ya might like what ya see, Specs. Think of somethin. Anythin that would make ya happy right o way. Even if it don, at least get somethin that lets ya know who ya are."

At that Harry's head snapped up. Something that told him who he was. Who was he? He was Lily's son...and Lucius' son. He wasn't the stupid Griffindor that everyone thought he was. The Sorting Hat wanted to put him in Slytherin; he still could have beat Voldemort in Slytherin. Sure as hell would have gave stupid old Dumblydore a kick in the ass.

But what to get. Something that represented his heritage and who he really was-House wise, well...everything wise. He wasn't a stupid reckless Griffindor, son of the infamous James Potter. He was...he was...

Suddenly, he got it. Looking back at Flo with determination in his eyes, he smirked softly. "I know what I want."

Two painful hours later, Harry walked out of Flo's Art with a wave to the lady of the shop. With a rueful smile on his face. He couldn't wait till he saw the look on everyone's faces.

Walking quickly to a dark alley, Harry apparated back to the Manor. Suddenly nervous, he looked up at the huge gigantic doors and took a deep breath. Before he could do anything more than that, the doors burst open and out ran Draco, all in his full veela glory.

He hit Harry with the force of a charging bull, arms and wings wrapping around him almost painfully. Surprised, Harry could only stand there as his shoulder grew soaked with Draco's tears. Snape stood at the door, relief and anger clear on his face.

"Harry-hic-where were you? We were looking for you for-hic-hours." Feeling guilty, Harry wrapped his arms around the blond, hugging him back tightly. He forgot about how frantic and over protective Draco was over him. He was sure Draco would have searched the whole world if Harry hadn't came when he did.

"I-I'm sorry, Draco. I just needed some fresh air. I didn't want to accidentally hurt someone." He said, pulling his brother into the house.

"I believe you did a bit more than get some fresh air, boy." Snape said with his chocolate velvet smooth voice as Harry and Draco went pass him. Harry winced as Draco's head snapped up, looking at him frantically.

For a split second, the blond calmed down, not seeing any source of violence on Harry. Then his eyes darkened with anger as he took in the rest of Harry's appearance, stepping back slightly. "What the fuck did you do to yourself?"

Harry winced again. He was quite the sight. He had went through another change before going to Flo's. His hair was now below his ass, as you know, and was a brownish, redish, dirty blonde...-ish color. His skin was light tan, almost losing the olive tone. He only grew a few inches previously, now he was at 5'7 and that was that. His physic and facial structure were more feminine, giving him one of the Malfoy trademarks.

After visiting Flo, he changed a few things. He ditched the glasses, preferring a revised version of Reparo, made for bad eye sight. Now the silver-blue in his eyes were more prominent, but still not as noticeable as the green. His bangs were cut lower, just about to cover his eyes but not quite. Flo also brushed out his hair, giving it a silky, shiny look and also getting rid of some of the knots he had while keeping the curl.

He had three piercings in his left ear: a beautiful, sparkling onyx stud and a small, delicate crystal blue-green tourmaline hoop in the lobe and a platinum earring in the cartilage on the top part of his ear.

A long tear in his shirt clearly showed the tat on his chest. Above his heart rested a beautiful, large, pure white lily, its stem a deep red. Wrapped around it was a long, dark silver snake with silver-blue eyes. Draco stared at the marking, his mouth slightly open. Snape stared too.

Self consciously, Harry tried to cover it up, but Draco grabbed his arm and looked into his eyes. "Harry...Harry what is this?" His voice cracked slightly.

Harry looked down. "I-This is to represent me. I did it because I want others to realize that I'm not some thing that will do what they want." He said softly.

Draco exchanged a look with Snape and the darker haired man looked back at Harry. "Is this because of that infernal letter, boy?"

Harry's face and voice hardened. "No. If I did something because of the book, I'd probably be in Azkaban right now, sharing a cell with Lucius. I did this to represent me and only me."

Wincing only slightly at Harry's words, Draco stepped closer to him, lightly tracing the tattoo. "Okay. It represents you. So I get the lily but-...but the snake too? Because-...because of Lucius?"

Harry shrugged. "Partially, yes. Lily and Lucius are my parents and it does represent them, but it represents something else to." He took a deep breath. "Draco, do remember our first year? During the ceremony, it took the Sorting Hat forever to sort me?" Draco nodded hesitantly, confused. "Well, it was my fault. I-I was trying to convince it not to put me in Slytherin."

Draco and Snape gasped, staring at Harry wide-eyed. Harry rushed on before they could say anything. "I-I really regret that, a little. The only reason I didn't want to be in Slytherin at the time was because well, some of because you, Draco, was being a complete git and I didn't like you, some of it because Ron was there and he was the first friend I made." His face twisted bitterly. "Shows me to blindly trust someone again. He was also the one who told me all bad wizards went to Slytherin. Well, whoop-dee-fucking-doo, guess what? Peter Pettigrew was a fucking Griffindor."

"Harry, you-you convinced the Sorting Hat to put you in Griffindor." Harry stared moodily at Draco before nodding his head.

"Yep. It said I would do well in either House, but it preferred to place me in Slytherin. I only show a lot of Griffindor traits now because I spent seven years with them. And becasue I'm hot-headed, so I tend to rush into things."

Snape spoke up. "Are you sure, boy? Was it not just a fluke?" Harry shook his head.

"Nope, once-when Dumbledore had left me in his office alone-I put the Sorting Hat on my head and asked him if I was really in the right place. He told me he still stood with what he said before. I would thrive in Slytherin. That was where I belonged. He said I was a good, loyal Griffindor, but that I would have done better in Slytherin. I'm sure if we go to Hogwarts now, it would still say the same thing." Harry shrugged again. "Seems like Malfoys do always end up in Slytherin."

Draco touched the tattoo again, on the snake. "So the snake...?"

"Represents where I rightfully belong. Who I really am. A Slytherin and a Malfoy. The lily represents my mom and my Pride. I'm a Malfoy and a Slytherin and proud. Always will be proud."

Suddenly, Draco swept him up in a bone-crushing hug and Snape looked on approvingly. Harry hugged the blond just as tightly before letting him go. "I have to send a letter to Griphook. I have to tell him when I'll be arriving at Gringgotts."

Draco frowned. "You are still going to go, Harry? I can go for you, if you like."

Harry smiled softly and shook his head. "I have to do this myself, but thank you." Draco nodded...

It was almost midnight when Harry finally wrote an appropriate letter to send the goblin. Many times he rewrote it, taking out or adding someone to the list of people he wanted present.

In the Owlery, he sat on the ground, softly petting Hedwig. He fed her a treat and tied the parchment around her leg, sending her off. He watched her fly away, slowly becoming a tiny dot in the sky. In two days time, at ten o'clock, he'll be standing in Gringgotts listening to excuses.

I wish I had wings so I could fly away. Far, far away. Suddenly, a sharp pain in his gut and between his shoulder blades had him gasping and curled up on the feather covered floor. His barely developed veela let out an unconscious wail, calling its brother for help. Right before everything went black, Harry saw Draco burst into the room, wings out.

Did anyone catch the meaning behind the color of the earrings? I had an epiphany while writing this so imma do chappie 9 early though it will probably be short. i need a nap...
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