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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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Chapter List
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The first two weeks of summer were spent in relative peace. Harry kept to himself most of the time, the only exceptions being when Draco came to bug him—which was not often as the blonde knew that Harry wanted time to himself—or when their friends came over.
Blaise was definitely the one who visited the most often. It was like he made it his life goal to be around Harry as much as he possibly could. Not that harry didn’t do anything to stop him; the raven found it rather endearing to have Blaise following after him like a love-sick puppy. Or rather, it appealed to his sadistic side to have such a loyal slave. Either way, the two were practically inseparable.
Draco’s birthday was interesting. As Blaise and the girls already knew Harry’s story, and they had no other friends, he did not have to pretend to share the same birthday as his soul twin and would still celebrate it on his given day.
The day itself wasn’t too big of an experience. They all knew Draco did not care for extravagant things, preferring the subtleties in life much like Harry, and therefore planned accordingly. The blonde had a breakfast in bed, consisting of his favorite breakfast foods, and had a bit of time alone with each of his family members separately before Blaise and the girls arrived.
They played Quidditch for most of the day, stopping only when Narcissa demanded for them to come down and eat lunch. After eating, everyone gathered together to give Draco his presents and watched as he opened them. Then the five friends went off into the gardens, where they simply enjoyed each others’ company, as they did most days. Later that night, he and Harry stayed up playing chess on the bran new set his parents had gifted him. It was overall a good day for the blonde.
It was not until the mark of the third week of summer break, nearing the end of June, that things began to change.
Lucius had been busy doing business since summer began, and so neither Draco nor Harry saw much of him often, mostly just at breakfast. Therefore, it came as a surprise to the both of them when the man approached them one afternoon in the library.
“Harry, Draco.” He nodded to them. “Tomorrow afternoon we will be having a very special guest coming. He would like to meet the both of you. I expect you to dress your very best and act appropriately. He will most likely spend the entire afternoon here, so no visits from your friends.”
Draco set down his book and sat up. “Who is coming, Father?”
“You will find out tomorrow. I will, however, tell you this. Do not speak unless he speaks to you first, and immediately answer any question he asks of you.”
After that, Lucius walked out. Harry and Draco walked out. Who was this man who caused Lucius to give them such explicit instructions? To purposely tell them to behave properly, when they have never acted out of term? It was rather obvious to the twins that their father was nervous.
The next day came quickly. Draco forced Harry to eat breakfast quickly, as Lucius’ instruction of ‘dress your very best’ to Draco was an excuse to primp all day, and that did include Harry. Remembering the Halloween ball, Harry was very reluctant to dress him, but he knew he didn’t have a choice.
They had immediately went to Floo their friends, after Lucius had left yesterday, and tell them that tomorrow they would be unavailable because they were having a guest. The three all understood and so Draco had all day to primp his self and Harry until their guest arrived.
It wasn’t until literally a few minutes before the time their guest was supposed to arrive that Draco was complete with dressing the both of them.
Harry wore his long, raven colored hair tied with a pale green ribbon at the nape of his neck. His robes were a deep, shimmering black that illuminated his pale skin, with green trimming and inner cloth the same color as his ribbon that lightened the green in his eyes.
Like Harry, Draco had his hair tied back at the nape of his neck, just his ribbon was light blue instead of green. His robes were of the same cut and color as well, but as before, the green was replaced with light blue. Together, the two looked like angels come down to Earth.
An idea blossomed in Harry’s head when he noticed Nox and Snow curled up on the bed together, his snake completely wrapped around Draco’s mini Crup. As Harry predicted at the beginning of the year, Snow’s magic had simply been settling and now she was a hyper ball of white fluff. She was also much bigger than she had been; too big to be carried around in Draco’s robes, or even in his arms, but still too small be the size of an average Crup. Harry’s lips curled upwards in a smirk.
“Brother, we should take Snow and Nox with us.”
Draco’s eyes widened. “Father would kill us.”
“He would not.” Harry scoffed, making his way towards the bed. “He likes showing off.”
“Not so obviously, Harry.” Draco followed his brother.
Harry smirked. “Then we will not be so obvious about it, Draco.”
The blonde put his hands on his hips. “And how will we accomplish that?”
“They are our familiars.” Harry reached out and caressed Nox’s obsidian scales with the tips of his fingers. “It is only natural that they follow us wherever we go.”
“But ours do not do that.”
“Our guest does not know that.”
Draco blinked as he caught on, and then sighed. “Oh, alright Harry. You had better be right.”
“I am always right, my Dragon.”
As if reading their minds, both Nox and Snow woke up simultaneously and looked up at them. Snow yipped and slid out of Nox’s scaly grasp to bound towards Draco. Nox was a bit more subdued, slowly slithering to Harry as he yawned loudly.
“Are we going somewhere, Master?”
“We have a guest today, a very important one. Will you be fine slithering at my side instead of being curled around my arm?”
Nox’s tongue flicked out. “Of course not. I need exercise anyway.”
Harry arched a brow. “You are a snake.”
“Who can get fat.”
“Harry, if you are done chatting away with your snake, if we do not leave now, we will be late.” Draco said with a smirk, turning for the door with Snow by his side.
“Oh.” Harry looked up briefly at his twin before quickly setting Nox to the ground and rushing after Draco.
The two—plus their familiars—rushed downstairs to the study, where they were to meet Lucius and their guest. They barely had enough time to speed into the room and quickly give each other a once-over when the Floo flared up brilliant green and Lucius stepped out, absently dusting off his clothes as his eyes searched the room for them. He arched a brow when he saw Nox coiled at Harry’s feet, and Snow sitting on her haunches—tongue lolled out and tails wagging—behind Draco, but otherwise said nothing.
Once again, the Floo flared brightly, and out stepped a man with eyes a shade that made Harry’s own widen in recognition. The shape was different, but that wintry, blood red gaze was something not easily forgotten. But this man was as far from being Quirrell as possible.
He was tall—taller than Lucius, and possibly even Severus—with broad shoulders and a wide chest that tapered to a well-defined abdomen and a narrow waist. He had a head full of thick, curly black hair that framed his aristocratic face nicely. His red eyes were narrow and slanted upwards, accented by his high cheekbones and long, straight nose. His lips were tilted in a slight smirk, dark pink and full. He wore robes just as formal as Harry and Draco’s, but cut in a different style, black with deep red inner cloth and trimming.
Feeling a nudge from Draco, Harry recalled the words Lucius had gave them that morning.
“When our guest arrives, you are to immediately bow at the waist and say ‘my lord’. Is that understood?”
Simultaneously, Harry and Draco did exactly that, their melodic voices contrasted and yet harmonized as they murmured ‘my lord’ as they bowed and rose. The man tsked and glanced at Lucius.
“Lucius.” His voice was low but easily carried through the room, waves a power radiating from that one word. “What have you been teaching these two?”
“Just to have the upmost respect in your presence, my lord.” The blonde replied with a slight inclination of his head.
The man tsked again. “And to bow at me, cowed, as if they were equal to those simpering idiots I will soon have to deal with?”
“My lord—.”
“Tell me, Lucius, do you bow to me? Or even Severus?”
“…No, my lord.”
“Because I hold you in high-esteem, yes?” The man strode forward and grabbed the twins’ chins in each hand, long fingers cupping their jaws. “And so why would I have these adorable children of yours do that same, dearest Lucius?”
Lucius arched a brow. “Forgive me, my lord, for assuming wrongfully.”
“It is no longer of any matter.” The man kept his eyes trained on the twins, though he released their faces. “Tell me, do either of you know who I am?”
Harry quickly glanced at Lucius, before steadying his gaze on the man. “A few months ago, sir, you were our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Quirrell. Of course, you do not look the same at all now. My lord.”
The man arched a brow. “Indeed. And how did you figure that out, Harry?”
“Well…” Harry smirked faintly, unable to hold it back. “Your eyes, my lord.”
“My eyes?” The man blinked in surprise. “Ah. You caught that inevitable flash of red, then? How observant.”
“I would like to think so. My lord.”
The man tsked. “Enough with the ‘my lord’. Tom will do just fine.” His gaze shifted to include Draco. “For the both of you.”
“My lord?” Lucius stepped forward.
Tom turned to face him. “Oh hush, Lucius. I know what I am doing.”
“Of course you do, my lord.” Lucius smirked lightly, much like Harry had done. “I was merely going to suggest a late lunch? I know you did not eat earlier.”
“A wonderful idea. Shall we all?” He turned to ask Harry and Draco, who both nodded hesitantly. “Excellent. Will you lead us, Lucius?”
“Yes, my lord.” With a swish of his robes, Lucius exited the room.
Tom placed a hand on either of the twin’s shoulder and lead them too from the room. The dining room wasn’t too far from the study they were previously in, and so they were quickly seated and waiting for the house elves to whip them up something to eat.
“Harry.” The raven looked up as at the sibilant call of his name. Tom regarded him with warm, red eyes. “From what I remembered during the beginning of the school year, you showed a particular interest in Defense Against the Dark Arts?”
He nodded. “Yes, sir. About why it was called Defense Against the Dark Arts.”
“Yes.” Tom sat back and crossed his legs. “I wondered if you would like to continue our discussion, as we are no longer faced with the restrictions of a classroom.”
Harry’s eyes widened as he stared at Tom, even as the food appeared on the table. “I—Yes, I very much so would.”
“Excellent.” Tom turned away for a brief moment to poor himself a cup of tea and grab a sandwich. “I enjoyed your analogy using Wingardium Leviosa Maxima. I myself never thought to use such a thing. It would certainly deviate from a certain spell I am supposedly known for, wouldn’t it Lucius?”
Lucius snorted softly. “Yes, my lord.”
Tom smiled and turned back to Harry. “Harry, how well was the class, in your opinion?”
“Well…” Harry shifted a bit. “Disregarding the fact that none of it could truly be applied for practical use…the class was very enjoyable. You were a very animate, engaging teacher, and therefore I found myself interested and more observant in your class, compared to others.”
“Hmm…you are not just saying that to get in my good graces, are you Harry?”
Harry’s eyes widened. “No, sir.”
“Good.” Tom sipped his tea as he observed Harry. “A question, if I may, Harry?”
“Ah, yes?”
“How would you, and of course you too Draco, like to truly learn Defense Against the Dark Arts? Or rather, the Dark Arts?”
“W-what…?” Harry and Draco said in simultaneous incredulity.
Tom smirked. “I agreed with you when you said you thought the Dark Arts involved one’s magical core. I believe that someone is born with a natural inclination towards the Dark Arts, the way their magical core is more suited to the finer points and the power needed for a Dark spell. I believe that a person shows certain characteristics in their persona that reveals such an inclination. I myself thought of the same things as you when I was your age. Maybe a bit older.”
“And you think that Harry and I fall under such category?” Draco asked quietly, Harry nodding his head in agreement.
“I do.” Tom spread his hands. “But it is up to you.”
“Yes.” Harry said immediately. When Draco didn’t reply just as quickly, he subtly elbowed his twin in the ribs.
“I will too.” Draco kicked Harry under the table.
“Stop fighting, the both of you.” Lucius scolded.
Tom snorted. “Let them be, Lucius. They are boys, brothers at that.”
Lucius sighed. “Yes, my lord.”
“That reminds me.” Tom mused, his eyes landing on Harry once again. “Harry, did you know we are related? Well, before the blood adoption, anyway, when you were still a Potter.”
Harry’s eyes widened. “How?”
“Through Cadmus Peverell of the three Peverell brothers. My great-something grandfather, and your great-something uncle.” Tom smiled. “We are distant cousins.”
“Wow…” Harry looked down. So he did have family from his old bloodlines beyond the Dursleys. He was not sure how he felt about that. “Even though…we are no longer related through blood…can we—can we still be cousins?”
Tom reached out and put his hand atop Harry’s head. “Of course, Harry. I expected no less.”
“Good.” Harry breathed in relief.
“Indeed.” Tom sipped at his tea.
In the lull, Snow’s sneaking of Draco’s food became apparent as all eyes, no longer occupied by conversation, were drawn to the movement. She froze, a small cookie held delicately between her teeth, her head barely clearing the table, even as she stretched. Draco’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment as they all watched the mini Crup slowly replace the cookie on the plate and slink under the table.
“A magnificent creature you have there, Draco.” Tom said mildly into the growingly awkward silence. “A miniature Crup, if I am not mistaken. A rare white breed.”
“Ah, yes sir.” Draco cleared his throat.
“And Harry, I believe I saw a snake following after you?” He inquired.
Harry’s eyes lit up at the thought of Nox. “Yes! Nox, if you would please reveal yourself?”
Tom’s brow rose. “You are a Parselmouth, Harry?”
“A Parselmouth?” Harry’s head tilted to the side, eyes glancing down as Nox slithered up his leg and then up his arm. “What is that?”
“It is someone who can speak this language, Harry. Parseltongue.”
“Parseltongue.” Harry looked surprise. “We are not speaking English?”
Tom sighed and rubbed his brow. “Speaking in another language and not even realizing it. I cannot believe it. Harry, I will help you learn to…consciously switch over to Parseltongue.”
“Um…” Harry flushed. “Thank you.”
“Of course.”
~oOo~
The rest of the day was spent in light conversation, but Harry was exhausted by the end of it. Tom had such a large, intimidating presence that it was hard not to feel nervous, not to stutter and fidget.
He could tell that Draco was just as tired as he was. The blonde immediately flopped ungracefully onto his bed when they made it back to their room. Harry grinned and sat down next to him, carding his hand through his brother’s hair.
“Are you okay, Draco?”
“No.” The blonde pushed himself up to glare at Harry. “For majority of the time he was only focused on you, and even then I felt like pissing my pants.”
Harry laughed. “Good thing you did not. I think father would have popped a vein if you did.”
“Did you notice how tense he was?” Draco snorted. “I wonder why. Tom seemed nice, once you got past the whole…”
“Scariness?”
Draco shrugged. “Pretty much. But from the way they spoke to each other, I would assume father and Tom have known each other for years.”
“Maybe there is something about Tom we do not know that father does?”
“Maybe.” Draco sighed. “Maybe not. If there is, we probably will not know about it until we are considerably older.”
“Maybe so.” Harry yawned. “Merlin, am I tired.”
Draco chucked off his robe, shoes, and trousers, and crawled under the blankets. “I am going to sleep.”
Harry sighed. “Draco, you are going to wrinkle your shirt.”
A moment later, the said piece of clothing flew to the floor. Harry snorted, but quickly followed after his brother, and soon the twins were underneath the blankets, in nothing but their pants, fast asleep.
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