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Chapter 8: Days Without Him
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When Harry awoke the next morning he sat up, still half asleep and turned with his closed eyes to kiss his mate awake; only to realize that Lucius was not next to him but Nagini instead and that he was at Grimmauld Place with Ron and Hermione sleeping in the same room. His mood dropped immediately, but at least it explained why he felt so cold all over.
"Have you slept well, little Master?" Nagini hissed, her head still lying lazily on the mattress.
"Yes, thanks to you. I don't think that I would have fallen asleep so easily without you being there. I didn't feel as lonely as I felt before you came to cuddle." Harry thanked her.
"I did not come to cuddle. Snakes don't cuddle, I came to accompany you. You were sad and lonely, I could smell it and I promised to help you as long as your mate is not yet here." She huffed.
"Then thank you for accompanying me." Harry corrected himself with a small smile. Nagini could be a proud snake apparently and it definitely had been cuddling, even if she would not admit it.
"Of course." The reptile hissed back.
"Harry, are you awake already?"
Turning, he saw a very dishevelled Hermione sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
"Just woke up." He answered.
"I didn't hear you come in last night." She told him and stood up, gathering her clothes and toiletries.
"I tried to be quiet." Harry answered as he climbed out of bed himself.
"Why did you wear the shirt?"
"I didn't want to search for my PJ's in the dark, it would have only woken you and Ron up and I slept in these kinds of shirts for two weeks, one more day won't matter." He explained.
Hermione nodded in understanding. "I'm going to the bathroom to get changed. Could you try and wake Ron?"
"I'll try my best, but I can't promise anything." He grinned. They both knew how deep a sleeper Ron could be.
Hermione disappeared and Harry decided to get dressed first, so that Ron wouldn't notice his half naked state. Going over to the cupboard he pulled out a pair of fresh shorts and a t-shirt, quickly slipping into the garments before going over to his snoring friend.
"Ron, wake up!" He said with a slightly raised voice, but didn't get any reaction. Sighing he grabbed his friend's shoulder and started to shake him, but that didn't seem to help either.
"Ron! It's time for breakfast!" He tried again, his voice even louder. It was really annoying trying to wake his best friend up. He slept nearly as deep as a vampire did, no doubt that was probably the reason why Hermione had asked him to wake up the red head.
"What are you trying to do?" Nagini slithered over to him, eying him curiously.
"I'm trying to wake Ron up." Harry sighed. "But he sleeps like the dead."
"Shall I help you?" Nagini offered, her voice neutral. Too neutral in Harry's opinion. But he really had no patience this morning. He was still in a bad mood after waking up without Lucius next to him and Ron didn't help matters right now.
"You won't harm him?" He asked to make sure. He didn't believe that Nagini would harm any of his friends, but better be safe than sorry.
"I will not harm him." She answered in response and rose up to her full height, until she was staring directly into the sleeping face of one Ronald Weasley. Lifting up her heavy tail she brought it down hard on the boy's stomach. A loud slapping sound echoed through the room and Ron bolted up, cursing, only to freeze when he opened his eyes and came face to face with Harry's familiar.
Harry couldn't prevent himself from laughing as he watched his friend move away from the large reptile, pale as a ghost.
"What the bloody… By Merlin's stinking socks!" Ron spluttered, glaring over at Harry.
Nagini only gave a snickering sound in response as she hissed, "That was for snoring the whole night."
Harry laughed even harder.
"What did she say? Did she threaten me?" Ron asked, slightly panicked.
"No." Harry snickered. "She said that this was her revenge on you for snoring the whole night. I think you kept her awake."
"It's not my fault that I snore; all Weasley's do that, even Ginny." Ron huffed in defence.
Yet another reason to stick with Lucius, Harry thought to himself.
"Too much information!" Harry exclaimed and this time it was Ron's turn to snicker.
Hermione came back a few minutes later and they all headed to breakfast together. Harry was the last to enter the kitchen and his eyes immediately fell on his godfather and one bad tempered Potions Master, both of whom were currently engaged in their private glaring match. He sighed and flopped down next to Sirius, shoving the man as he did so; which thanks to his new found strength succeeded in breaking the eye contact of the two childhood enemies.
"Oi, Harry! Why did you do that? Now Snivellus believes that he won!" Sirius complained.
Snape indeed had a victorious grin on his face and Harry rolled his eyes at the men. Really, as soon as Snape and Sirius were in close proximity, they transformed into little children.
"Have you slept well?" Sirius asked whilst he pulled a bowl full of scrambled eggs closer, heaving a huge amount on a plate before putting it in front of Harry.
Harry had really hoped that he might have a chance to skip breakfast this morning; eating had become quite a hassle for him. Not only did it taste like nothing to him, but he could also feel that his body didn't like to digest the eaten food. It always lay like dead weight in his stomach and made him tired afterwards. On top of that, he believed that he would need to drink Lucius’ blood sooner as a result, since he had to use up so much energy for the whole process.
Sighing in defeat he took a fork full of eggs and started eating, maybe Sirius would be satisfied after he ate half of the portion on his plate.
"I slept well, Nagini cuddled with me." Harry answered after he had swallowed.
His godfather raised a questioning eyebrow as Remus asked, "Doesn't it feel kind of strange to cuddle with a snake?"
"Actually no. Her scales feel like warm water and I rather like the feeling." Harry explained.
"I would prefer a cute puppy." Sirius shivered before adding, "Want me to buy you a cute little puppy when we go to Diagon Alley?"
"Padfoot, Harry has no time for a dog as long as he is in school. Nagini at least, can go for a walk on her own." Remus scolded him.
"And I think no dog could ever be as good a guard dog as Nagini is." Harry grinned. He honestly believed that even the Slytherins would be wary of attacking him, as long as she was with him. He watched as Sirius eyed the huge reptile that had come slithering into the gloomy room before admitting, "You could be right, I certainly wouldn't want to prank you."
"You see." Harry pat his hand and took another bite of his breakfast, wishing all the while that he could get rid of it somehow. Maybe a dog wouldn't be a bad pet after all.
"So, is there anything planned for today?" He inquired, looking around curiously.
"Well, we still have to buy all of your school supplies, but the books for DADA have to be added first." Arthur mused, pouring himself a large cup of coffee.
"You, Ron and Hermione can help clean some of the guest rooms, so that we can actually use them some day. I'll check them out first and tell you which ones you should clean. I believe there is at least one that we should let Snape handle. The dark magic leaking through the door is quite strong and worrisome." Molly instructed.
"I'll take a look after breakfast Molly." Snape agreed.
"Thank you, it would be such a great help. Maybe you should take someone else with you, just to be safe. Sirius' mother did a fine job of cursing and trapping nearly everything in this house." Molly suggested, seeming irritated at the fact.
Harry snickered: "I never would have thought that your marauder streak came from your mother."
That comment earned him a fierce glare from his godfather, who looked anything but happy at the thought that his talents for pranks could be inherited from his mother.
"I have nothing in common with her or the rest of my crazy family." He huffed.
"You sure look like a typical Black, mutt." Snape sneered. "But you're right, you lack the magical talent everyone else in your family possessed, misused as it was."
Sirius started to growl at the snide remark and Harry wanted nothing more than to go over to them both and whack them on their heads. Hard. As soon as he had a say in things within the order he would try to force the two to at the very least be polite to each other. They were both intelligent and capable wizards who could be far more helpful if they could at least work together on occasion.
"Severus, Sirius! No fighting at the table!" Molly threw them both a stern look, one that could rival Snape's own in its vehemence. Thankfully, to Harry's relief and ongoing sanity they turned back to their meals after giving each other one final glare.
Harry pushed his own plate away from himself; he could not eat another bite. His stomach was already making protesting noises and churning quite heavily, he really wasn't sure if he was still able to eat normal food.
Molly had caught his action and frowned unhappily at the still very full plate. "Harry, you should try and eat a little more dear, you look even more thinner and paler than usual after your stay at Privet Drive." Harry could hear the concern in her voice and had he not been feeling as though he would retch all over the place should he attempt to eat even one more bite, then he would have continued his meal for her sake. Instead he shook his head, still feeling a bit queasy. "I feel really full Mrs. Weasley."
"Has someone checked you over? You're looking rather ill..." She trailed off, motherly concern shining in her eyes.
He threw Snape a pleading look, making said Potion's Master look back at him in annoyance. "I already checked him over. The boy is fine." Snape said in response, waving off her concern.
"But isn't he a bit thin?" Ron's mother asked, still not sounding all that convinced.
"He is, but not so thin that you need to worry. In fact, I myself am thinner in comparison, so you can leave him alone."
"You are much too thin as well." Molly commented, frowning in response but thankfully dropping the topic for now.
"Hey Sirius, Remus..." Fred called out.
"...would you tell us about some of your pranks?" George asked.
"Sure we can, but only if Harry joins you two, he still has to step into his father's footsteps." Sirius grinned and bent over to ruffle Harry's wild hair.
"We do not need another bully at Hogwarts and I will make sure to make his life a living hell should you teach him your infernal pranks. The brat already is enough like his father." Snape sneered and gave Harry a look that clearly advised him to decline the offer.
Harry looked from one demanding adult to the other. Sirius face clearly told him how happy and proud he would be if he decided to become a prankster as well. But he remembered the cold expression on Snape's face when he had mentioned his father a few days ago. Something felt wrong. So he neither agreed, nor declined, but instead asked, "What kind of pranks did you do?"
Fred and George scooted closer, as did Ron, but Hermione frowned, mirroring Harry's feelings.
"We did all kinds of pranks. One year at Christmas, we charmed all the mistletoe so that everyone who was kissed beneath one would be stuck to the lips of the other person for three hours. The mistletoe had already been charmed by Dumbledore that year. We had to kiss the one passing the leaves with us, or we would not be able to go on, so there were some really hilarious couples glued together."
Harry grinned; he would have liked to see that. "So, who was the most hilarious couple?" He asked curiously.
"I'm not sure. Maybe Dumbledore and the one ministry official that came to visit the school... Oh wait! The most hilarious was your father and Lucius Malfoy! I'm sure that your father would have been more observant, but he had overslept that day and was late to class."
Harry nearly choked on his spit. His father and his mate had kissed once? For three hours? He tried to decipher how he felt about that piece of information, but couldn't really decide. Normally he would be jealous about everyone who had kissed his mate in the past, but James had been his father and with him dead it made his feeling on the issue unclear.
"Urgh! How can anyone stand to kiss Lucius Malfoy! He's even worse than his son!" Ron exclaimed horrified, making Harry wince. Lucius' and his mating would not go down well, whether his friends found out or he told them.
"Wonder of wonders, how astonishing that even some of your jokes were harmless, or could be considered funny." Snape hissed angrily from the other end of the table.
"What does he mean by that?" Harry asked, sobering up again. He knew that Snape was a proud man, one who could deal with almost any obstacle thrown his way, seeing the man this irritated made him wonder if whatever his father, Sirius and Remus did to him could have been considered far from humorous.
But Sirius dismissively waved off his concerns with his hand. "We reserved the best pranks for him. There was this one spell, I can teach it to you, that lets the victim dangle upside-down in mid air and the person can't do anything to free himself. We succeeded in attaching the spell to some doorways and it only triggered when the git went through one of them. We also combined the spell with a funny little charm, one that made his robes and every other garment with the exception of his underpants disappear. I would have never imagined that the famous dungeon bat wore white boxers. But on the other hand; white fits an all time virgin."
Harry felt sick. His dad and guardians had done something like that? No wonder Snape had hated the sight of him so much. And Sirius still found their actions funny, even though they had only been cruel and degrading. Neither he nor Draco had ever tormented the other like that. That was not just bullying anymore, that was far worse.
Across from him, Snape was silently seething and Harry could not help but wonder about his reaction. He would be angry as well if someone dragged his humiliating past out for everyone to hear. In fact, Harry believed that he would have long since blown up, but Severus had always been rather composed.
Everyone else wore similar expressions to his own, even the Weasley twins, who considered themselves the heirs to the marauders looked very green. Sure, they were pranksters as well, but their pranks never humiliated or harmed anyone seriously. The worst they had done in way of humiliation had been last year, when they had exchanged all of the shampoo’s in Slytherin for their prank dye, succeeding in colouring everyone's hair red and gold for an entire week.
Sadly, Sirius didn't notice his disgust and started another story. "Once, I tricked him into going to the shrieking shack on full moon, but unfortunately your father got to him first..."
"Sirius, that's enough. You know that you had gone too far with that one and James regretted it for years, until he had found a way to pay his debt back to Snape for not stopping you earlier." Remus cut in, looking haggard.
"Potter never did anything to pay his debt back; he was far too arrogant to see his mistakes." Snape hissed venomously.
Harry felt his neck prickle when Remus turned with serious eyes to the Potions Master. "He did. James never told me what he did for you, but I clearly remember how happy he was to finally be able to pay you off. He told me that he honestly hoped that you would be able to forgive him one day and that you would find happiness with the gifts life has granted you."
"As far as I know, life has granted me nothing." Severus rose and stalked out of the kitchen, leaving Harry to stare after him. He just knew that Remus' story contained a big and important secret. The only problem was that he could not even begin to guess what kind of secret it could be. But he swore to find out, somehow.
Feeling shocked, shaky and disgusted with the things he had just learned about his three biggest idols, he stood up. "I think I'll go upstairs, I have no interest in learning about your pranks."
Sirius face fell, just now catching up on the current mood, the man looked pained and worried; but Harry was not in the mood to comfort him. Turning quickly he left the room, his two best friends and Nagini close behind.
Up in his room he pulled Lucius' shirt from underneath his pillow, hugging it to his chest and burying his nose into the fine material. He missed his mate so much right now. Lucius would comfort him, hold him and stroke his neck; if only he were at Grimmauld Place. Harry felt so disappointed and lonely, he had never heard more than the kind hearted stories everyone around him told about his parents so he could get to know them. He had always been proud of his courageous father with his Weasley-like tendencies, but his picture of James Potter had been shattered. It had always been difficult for him to imagine the man at all, as it wasn't easy trying to develop feelings for his dead father, but pride had always been there. Now, he couldn't be proud anymore, in fact he felt as if he had to be as embarrassed about his father in the same way he was about the Dursley’s.
Were there only bullies in his family? Maybe his mother was the only exception? It was bad enough to not have a father, but to not even be able to be proud of him and his godfather; the only person he considered a living relative anymore, was even worse. He felt lost, as if he didn't belong to anyone or as if someone had cut the connection he had once held to his late father. He knew next to nothing about his mother; her likes and dislikes, who she had been as a person. Nothing.
So who was he? And why couldn't Lucius be with him right now? A sob threatened to escape his mouth, but he quickly bit his lips. He wanted to go to his dominant and curl up in his lap, waiting until his mate has made everything right again. It was so hard being without him. In the past he had never allowed himself the luxury of comfort, but since he had become Lucius' submissive, the part of him which yearned for the soothing and reassuring touch of someone had gotten stronger and it hurt physically to not be able to seek out his mate at that moment.
"Harry." A soft voice sounded from behind him, pulling him from his thoughts. "At least he tried to make up for his mistake." Hermione stepped up from behind him and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. He turned around and buried his face in her shoulder, Lucius shirt between him and his friend's body so that at least his mate's calming scent could fill him.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione wrapped her arms around him and started to comb through his hair. "My family is so horrible! All of them were so cruel with the exception of my mother and I don't even know anything about her! The Dursley’s and my father were the same!" cried Harry.
"Hush, Harry. You father might have been a idiot as a teenager, but Remus told you that he tried to pay back his debt and I'm sure that whatever he did, it will turn out to be enough that he can be forgiven for his past mistakes."
Harry hiccupped; he had tried for a snort, but he wasn't even able to make that sound anymore. "Sure, like Snape will forgive my father after about an eternity of hate."
"Harry, I'm sure..."
"No Mione." Harry interrupted her; there was no way that everything would sort itself so easily. "He'll start to hate me again and we had just come to a truce last week. I even started to appreciate his snide ways… at least a bit and now..." He didn't finish his sentence.
"Try to talk to him later, when you've calmed down. He must have realized that you are not James, or he never would have agreed to a truce with you in the first place." Hermione tried to reassure him, but he only started to sob harder. The shirt beneath him was getting drenched, but he didn't care.
"Harry..." Ron started hesitantly. "As much as I don't like the slimy git and it's really painful for me to say this, but Mione is right; he won't hold this against you. Don't worry too much, he'll come around."
"I have to talk to him." He suddenly said and wiped his tears away.
"I think you should wait a bit longer, give him time to calm down." Hermione advised.
"No, I have to try..." Harry didn't quite understand why he wanted to talk to his Potions Professor so badly. It shouldn't matter to him if their relationship changed again. After all it had only evolved a little during their forced stay together. The man still refused to call him Harry, with the exception of when Sirius was nearby and could hear it. But he really had started to appreciate the man, or at least his work and he surely hadn't deserved to be treated so cruelly in the past. Nor had he deserved having Sirius drag these horrible stories back out in the open.
Furthermore, Severus was Lucius' best friend and he didn't want his mate to be disappointed in him just because he had not tried to help him. After all, Snape had helped him a lot and truth to be told; he honestly felt sick at the thought that Sirius had never apologized, so he would do it instead.
"Do you know where his room is?" He asked.
Ron shrugged but Hermione sighed in response. "I believe it's on the second floor, second door to the right."
He nodded and left the room, climbing up the creaking stairs until he stood in front of said door.
Stopping, he tried to listen for a moment, maybe he would hear something that could give him a hint about the man's current mood, but honestly he could easily imagine what Snape's mood must be right now. In any case, no sound reached his sensitive ears. Taking a deep breath that he didn't need, he knocked quietly, as if afraid that the man might actually hear him.
The door was wrenched open and he came face to face with a snarling Potions Master.
"Potter!" Snape spat, the name sounding like the insult it was meant to be.
"Snape..." The professor sneered again and Harry quickly corrected himself. "Sir..."
Before he could say anymore, the man snapped at him. "Feel better after you have come to know how your precious father harassed me?"
"No Sir-" Harry stuttered, but was interrupted once more.
"Do you still wonder why I always hated you so much? He tortured me in school, the one place that should have been my asylum. His mutt of a friend nearly had me killed and in the end he even...he even..."
"Stole your best friend?" Harry asked silently, thinking about the story of Snape and his mother.
"Yes!" Snape hissed and Harry had to retreat a step in order to avoid the flying spittle.
"Sir, I just wanted to say how wrong it was what they did to you and I really wish that I could have another family right now." He said quickly and to his astonishment, Snape deflated a bit.
"Potter… Your parents were not terrible people, not even James, loathe as I am to admit it. They loved you and Lily especially was a wonderful woman. Courageous, graceful, intelligent and talented. You should be proud of her, of their sacrifice."
"But you are also powerful, talented and intelligent." Harry countered.
"That I am and I'm also the greasy git of the dungeons, the overgrown bat as they like to call me." Snape sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Listen Potter, I want to be left alone right now. You told me what you wanted me to hear and I acknowledged it, I know that you do not wish to become like your father. But I can't look you in the face right now. Give me some time, so that the little understanding we have gained about each other does not shatter."
Harry nodded, unable to deny the man his request and next the moment found himself standing in front of a closed door again.
Turning, he thought that hopefully their fragile… whatever their relationship was, would survive this involuntary excursion into the past and went back downstairs.
"What did he say?" Hermione asked as soon as he was back in their shared bedroom.
"Did he open the door at all?" Ron questioned.
"I told him what I thought about the pranks my father's did with the Marauders while in school and I think he accepted it. But he said that he couldn't look me in the face right now and that I should leave him alone and give him some time to think things through."
"What a git!" Ron huffed, but Hermione nodded in understanding.
"Why are you being so sympathetic? He could have been nicer to Harry. I mean, he went all the way upstairs to talk to that slimy..."
"Ron!" Hermione snapped. The red head shut up and she sighed in exasperation. "Just imagine that you had been humiliated like Professors Snape was and then, years later, when you finally believed that phase of your life to be over; someone would come along and tell a whole room of people what they have done to you. On top of that, in said room is a boy sitting there who reminds you strongly of one of these men that made your life a living hell for years." She reasoned.
"That would be horrible!" Ron exclaimed.
"See." Hermione replied, glad her point had sunk in.
"I honestly think the fact that Professor Snape and your mother had been friends make the whole situation even more complicated. I have the feeling this is the true reason for Snape's hate towards your dead father and the two remaining Marauders." The bushy haired girl mused.
"That could be possible. Whenever he mentioned my mum, he starts to hesitate, as if he wants to say something else or something more, but he never does." Harry mused. It had not occurred to him until now, but after Hermione mentioned the topic, it suddenly was kind of obvious.
"Hopefully I will find out everything one day." He mused.
"I'm sure of it; there is no secret that could be kept a secret forever." Hermione stated wisely.
"Should we go downstairs to the library and play a game of chess? I think we could all do with a distraction." Ron proposed.
A warm feeling filled Harry's chest and he smiled. His friends always knew how to reassure him or knew what he needed.
"Sure. Just wait a moment." He agreed and went over to his nightstand to tie his bag of blood treats back to his trousers, before putting one into his mouth, sighing in contentment, when the sweet and metallic taste soothed his ruffled nerves.
His friends looked curiously at the small bag, but he pretended not to notice and didn't offer them any. They would not appreciate the taste in any case, or might even start to wonder why Harry now had an addiction to blood candy. Those were questions he would rather avoid.
"Let's go then." He said and opened the door. The house was strangely silent. Normally you could always hear Fred and George joking, or Molly yelling for someone, but the incident in the kitchen had lowered everyone's mood.
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When Harry entered the living room he saw that Sirius was sitting on the sofa, but rose as soon as he saw him. His expression was pained and desperate, with guilt written all over his face. Remus was not in sight. The animagus made a motion, as if he wanted to grasp hold of Harry's arm, but with a quick step to the side he avoided his godfather. He had no intention on talking to him right now. Maybe when his mood wasn't as bad anymore and he could be sure that Snape would still want to talk to him, but not any earlier. Right now he just wanted to get his mind off of things.
"Not yet Sirius." He shook his head and strode over to the library door at the end of the room. Sirius slumped back down, a lost look in his eyes.
"Give him some time, it was a shock for him to hear all of those stories you know..." Hermione said in way of explanation.
They closed the door behind them and went to the far corner, where a huge chess board made of white and black marble was placed on a small elegantly designed table. Harry sat down in an old armchair in front of the white pieces as usual with Ron across from him while Hermione just sat crossed legged on the ground, ready to watch their game.
Without any more words spoken between the three, Harry started his first move. It had been a good idea to play a game, not to mention he was curious to see if his few chess lessons with Lucius might be able to help him win in a game against Ron. After only ten minutes it became obvious that he really had gotten better. Never before had he lost so few game pieces at this point in their match and Ron was starting to frown in concentration.
A warm, fuzzy feeling filled Harry's chest and he hummed happily. Lucius would surely be proud of him. Maybe he could send him a message later? Or would it be too dangerous? Did Voldemort watch the owls that arrived at the homes of his servant's? Would he even recognize a strange owl? He probably shouldn't take the risk, but he could still tell him personally at some other time.
"Did someone teach you how to play chess?" Ron asked curiously after a couple more minutes.
Harry just hummed happily.
"Who?" Ron asked, clearly not happy that there might be an even better player than himself.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Honestly Ron, there was only one other person with Harry for the past two weeks."
"The git?" Ron asked, sounding unhappy at the thought.
"Yep." Harry said, remembering the one game he had witnessed between Snape and his mate, knowing that Severus was a formidable chess player in his own right. He'd probably played against Lucius since their schooldays and he'd already accepted being Harry's excuse for everything that was related to Lucius.
"You really have gotten better." Ron admitted grouchily.
"Maybe you should ask Professor Snape for a game?" Hermione suggested, but Harry and Ron only eyed her incredulously.
"Mione, just because Harry has caught some kind of strange flu and is now all goody-goody with the greasy git, doesn't mean that he won't hex me within an inch of my life with such a suggestion." Ron wrinkled his nose.
"I am not all goody-goody with him, though I still think that you really shouldn't ask him." Harry snorted.
"But we all should work on inter-house relationships and where better to start than with the head of Slytherin?" She argued.
"Hermione, you really believe in miracles, don't you?" Ron sighed in exasperation.
"No, but I do believe that peace between the houses are possible." Hermione stated back with a small but stubborn frown.
"Harry, please help me to bring her back to reality." Ron pleaded.
Harry pondered the question. Did he believe in peace between the houses? Peace between Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw was possible, it almost existed, kind of. But he really couldn't see Gryffindor and Slytherin becoming friends any time soon. True, he and his mate had no major problems with each other, despite being a former Slytherin and a Gryffindor respectively, but he believed that their bond helped with that aspect immensely. All former doubts and prejudices had been swept away by their bond and instincts.
With him and Snape it was clearly much more complicated. Even after their talk, their ‘relationship’ was still very fragile, he'd just witnessed it an hour ago and realized that they would never be able to have a real friendship with each other. The most he could hope for was the compromise they now shared to be able to help them work together. So, what would it take to join the two houses together?
"Maybe if someone who is trusted by all Gryffindors befriends someone who is trusted by all Slytherins and were able to set aside all their former prejudices, then they would be able to set an example for the rest of their house." Harry mused carefully and then blinked in realization. He had just described Lucius and himself. Lucius was highly respected among the members of his former house. The Malfoy’s were the purest of all Purebloods and surely the wealthiest on top of that. Furthermore, his mate was a school governor while he himself was the Gryffindor's golden boy, the boy-who-lived and symbol of the light side. But they wouldn't be able to unite the houses because no one could know about their intimate relationship and surely they would never be seen together at Hogwarts. Lucius could not just leave his Manor for a quick tryst in a broom closet or something equally ridiculous. It was far too risky and Snape would surely kill them both if he ever found out that they had done something like that.
He concentrated on his friends once more. Hermione was smiling up at him while Ron waited impatiently for his next move. A comfortable silence settled around them all; the game going on for much longer than they had all expected. In the end Harry still lost, but not as badly as before his chess lessons. Ron was honestly impressed with his new found skills and he had to promise his friend that they would play a game soon again.
By then it was already lunchtime and they all went down to the kitchens for a very strained meal. Severus sat grumpily in the furthest and darkest corner while Remus gave Sirius an annoyed look every few minutes. Sirius seemed intent on ignoring said looks, while not daring to meet Harry's eyes. Molly tried to push for a light hearted conversation, but sadly failed. Ginny tried flirting once more with Harry but failed as well and even the twins were subdued.
No one said anything when Harry barely touched his food and then, together with his friends, soon escaped back to their rooms.
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On entering Harry noticed a huge and majestic Falcon sitting in front of their window.
"Who's bird is that?" Ron asked, following Harry's gaze. "He looks as if he belongs to some stuck up, Pureblood prick." The red head huffed.
"I don't know." Mione mused, but Harry's eyes widened in comprehension. He hurried over to the window and let in the bird, who screeched at Ron and Hermione, before settling down on Harry's outstretched arm. He pet the ruffled Falcon who gave him a look as if to say he was above such mundane levels of comfort before holding out his leg with another screech.
Harry winced; the bird was far too close to his sensitive ears, causing him to wince in pain each time it squawked at him.
"Shall I eat the impertinent creature?" Nagini asked from her spot on his bed.
"No, I believe he's from Lucius." He answered quickly, seeing that she was already moving to do just that.
She looked disappointed, but Harry was positive that he would be in big trouble if he allowed her to eat the bird. The animal was probably one of the best breeds and worth its own weight in gold and galleons.
Looking down, he saw a small package attached to the Falcon’s leg with a beautiful silver ribbon. He untied it and as soon as the bird was free again, the arrogant creature flew out his window, sparing Harry no further glance. Somehow, it reminded Harry of its owner and he couldn't help but smile at the thought.
"What is it Harry?" Ron asked curiously.
Shrugging, he pulled at the ribbon, which still held the little package closed, his eyes widening as the small box enlarged and multiplied. Blinking in confusion, he looked down at the numerous boxes in many different sizes and colours.
"Open them." Ron pressed, but Harry was still too baffled to move.
"Whatever these boxes contain, they look expensive." Hermione said, touching a box carefully.
She was right. Lucius had obviously held true to his word and bought Harry what had to be a whole new wardrobe. He had known that his rich mate would stand by his word but he had not expected his mate to go to Diagon Alley the very first day he was free again. But at least that meant that everything must have gone according to plan with Voldemort.
Bending down, he went to pick up one of the boxes, but Hermione held him back. "Harry, these packages came without a note, you should cast revealing spells on them, in case they're cursed. They can be dangerous unless you know who sent them to you."
"I think I know the person." He answered, being purposefully vague. He still pulled out his wand for his friend's peace of mind and started to cast a few revealing spells that checked for curses, only realizing afterwards that not only had he never done those particular spells before, but he'd also never even heard of them. He wondered if these were some of the spells he'd inherited through the magic of Malfoy Manor. It had to be the case, as he was certain that he had never even heard the incantations before.
"Harry, what kind of spell did you just do?" Hermione asked, frowning even harder. He had to be more careful or she would pick up on his secrets. Sometimes, his brainy friend was too intelligent for her own good.
"Snape taught me." He said in way of response.
"But it wasn't a dark spell, was it?" She inquired.
Harry wasn't the least bit sure but said as convincingly as he could, "Of course not. He is a teacher at Hogwarts and would never teach me dangerous spells."
Hermione flushed in embarrassment; you could only get her flustered by implying that she was doubting or suspecting a teacher. In her eyes, teachers were all knowing and without fault.
Bending down again, he finally opened the lid of the nearest box, seeing that it contained some high quality jackets, reminding him of those that muggle men wore for special occasion. Their colours were deep and dark red, blue, green and black. He picked up one jacket and eyed the silver buttons, which looked as if they were made from pure silver and he mused to himself that they probably were. Other jackets had gold buttons or clasps or even had cufflinks made from rubies, emeralds and sapphires. The material was soft to the touch and certainly better than anything he had worn before.
Laying the jackets back down, he opened the next box, which contained jackets in a similar colour scheme. The only difference was that they were longer, which made them look more like a coat.
Turning around, he saw the stunned looks on his two best friend's faces. Ron was standing there with an open mouth, while Hermione's eyes seemed ready to pop out of their sockets at any moment. They didn't look as if they were able to comment on anything just yet and so he continued to open another box. This one contained pairs of shoes in black and brown. They all possessed small heels, like men wore several centuries ago. He picked one up and noticed that they were made from dragon hide and were as soft and expensive looking as the jackets were.
Ron who had come back to his senses opened up one box near him, holding up a pair of black boots with silver laces, a heel placed at the bottom of these as well. Stepping next to Ron he saw that there were also brown boots in the box, along with several pairs that held silver and gold clasps with golden or silver laces to match them respectively.
"I think they all belong to different outfits, which can be varied either by the length of the jackets, or by wearing boots instead of shoes." Hermione concluded after she looked into every open box, before opening another one.
"Jackets again, but I think these will only reach your ribcage." She explained, pulling one out to show him.
The next package Ron opened contained fairly casual looking black and white button down shirts with long or short sleeves, but their fabric naturally, was anything but normal, being made by magical means instead of muggle.
Opening yet another box, Harry gasped in shock. He had pulled out something that looked at first sight like a waistcoat, but then he had noticed the laces crisscrossing against the delicate fabric. In the place where buttons would usually be, were small metal hoops to attach the shimmering lace to. Though he noticed there were a few actual waistcoats in the box with the same type of lovely lace added to them.
Hermione, who had turned around to look gasped as well when she saw the contents of the box. "Are these waistcoats and corsets?" She asked, looking scandalized.
"I don't know." Harry said in horror, carefully feeling the unyielding metal bars.
"Who would send you this kind of clothing?" Hermione asked, looking highly confused.
To Harry's surprise, it was Ron who gave her an answer, though without really answering it.
"Harry, you know that I'm a Pureblooded wizard, right?"
He nodded slowly, not yet understanding what his friend was trying to say.
"Look, I've noticed that you've changed a bit in the past two weeks and maybe because as a Pureblood I've noticed it more than Hermione. We're taught to notice some things that Muggleborns would never come into contact with."
Harry had a bad feeling about Ron's speech and he prayed to whichever god may be listening, that his friend didn't know about Lucius.
"So I'll ask you; have you come into your inheritance and have someone courting you now? Is it your future mate? Because there is no way that anyone we know would buy you these kinds of things."
Harry didn't know if he should be shocked that Ron was so close to the truth, or happy that he thankfully didn't know everything yet. But the fact remained that there was no use in lying. He would not tell his friend about Lucius, but instead would just go along with Ron's assumptions.
"You're right." He said, his voice only slightly shaking.
"She must be a Pureblood witch, and a very wealthy one at that, to be able send you all this expensive stuff. I think one of these jackets might be more expensive than the whole Burrow." Ron muttered with a wide grin.
Harry just shrugged, he would let Ron keep his false assumptions; it would make life much easier.
"Inheritance?" Hermione shrieked. "Why haven't you told us anything?" Both her arms were at her hips as she glared at him accusingly.
Shrugging, he lied once more, averting his eyes from the two. "It's still just so… new."
His friend's eyes softened as she pulled him into a hug. "Congratulations. So is that the reason why you can't imagine being in a relationship with Ginny?"
He nodded against her shoulder and she sighed in exasperation. "Boys! Why haven't you told us earlier? I would have helped you out even more. So what kind of inheritance is it?"
Harry bit his bottom lip; he really didn't want to tell the truth. Hopefully, his friends would understand. "I don't want to tell anyone just yet, I still haven't gotten used to it."
"Take your time." Ron said before Hermione could protest. Clearly, his parents must have taught him quite a bit about inheritances and mates; either that or his brother's engagement to Fleur had made him more understanding on the subject.
"Thanks guys. You both are the best friends anyone could wish for." He smiled softly at them, making any protest Hermione may have had die quickly as she instead just sent a small smile back his way.
"But no wonder she sent you new clothes. Your tastes in fashion along with those hand-me-downs you wear are even worse than anything I possess; and if she's a Pureblood then she won't stand for that one bit!" Ron laughed, making him snort as the tension eased from the room.
They started to open boxes again and Harry was shocked once more at some of their new discoveries. The pants Hermione showed him were short. Very short. Just- covering- your- arse kind of short. His horror only grew when Ron found many pairs of stockings that reached just up to his thighs. He grew beet red and nearly choked on the blood drop in his mouth. Hermione had to slap him on the back to stop his coughing. It was rather telling that even his friends could see his blush right now; after all, he was not normally able to really blush anymore.
Luckily they also found some trousers, which thankfully went down to his knees along with shorter stockings. Lucius had also sent him some very nice black cloaks that he could wear instead of a jacket and a winter cloak made of silver fur. There were also ties which looked similar to the ones Lucius wore. He'd noticed them just because he had seen the laces wrapped around his mate’s elegant neck before; otherwise he would just have guessed that they were some sort of silk ribbons.
They all dropped down on Harry's bed, eying the many boxes that seemed to clutter the already too crowded room.
"Where should I put all this stuff?" He asked after a moment of silence.
"We'll have to ask an adult for a better expansion charm for our closet." Hermione sighed.
Taking in all the different clothes he'd been given he noticed that Lucius had not sent him any undergarments. His mate really liked him naked underneath his trousers; it almost seemed like a kink.
"You should try on one of the outfits." Hermione suddenly suggested.
"Oh no Hermione. These things look bloody uncomfortable; I will not wear them as long as I don't have to!" He protested.
"But you should get used to them now rather than later. Not to mention it would be impolite to deny your future mate and I'm sure that they will look beautiful on you." Seeing he still wasn't sold on the idea she added, "You'll also need as much practice as you can get in order to put all these clothes on the right way without help."
Sighing, Harry gave up. He had wanted to know what Lucius would like on him and now he had to deal with the consequences; not to mention Mione was right, he would not deny his dominant.
"Which outfit should I try?" He asked, looking warily at all the new clothes.
Hermione stood up and he watched her pick out the outfit he would wear. When she handed him the garments, he eyed them warily. She had brought him a dark auburn waistcoat with golden laces at the front and a white button-down with long sleeves. She also handed him one of those coat-like jackets along with fitting stockings, a pair of very small black shorts and ended the outfit with a pair of black boots that had silver clasps and a thin silk band to tie them with.
"What are these clothes anyway?" He asked, thinking to himself that they did not look like typical wizarding robes.
"Hmm..." Hermione mused taking another look at the garments. "I once read about certain types of robes that were only allowed to be worn by the highest of aristocrats. Those of the most ancient and noblest lines."
Ron's eyes widened. "You're right Hermione. Mum showed me pictures once. Bloody hell Harry, your girl must be either filthy rich and important or you must be and she knows that you need this type of clothes."
"You mean that this is a type of ancient uniform for wizarding aristocrats?" Harry asked astonished, making Ron nod in agreement.
"The wizarding world was never ruled by a king." Hermione started explaining. "Instead they had a council that only included the wealthiest of nobles from the purest and most powerful wizarding families. Only the ruling Lord of the family and his wife were allowed to participate. These families made up around three percent of all wizards in the realm. Unfortunately what I don't know is which families formed the council. It went out of use about two hundred years ago, but the families are rumoured to still be highly influential even to this day."
"That's right. But not only was wizarding Britain ruled that way but many wizarding countries had this kind of council and they all wore special clothes to be recognized at first sight. The rules were really complicated as well. Dad told me that if a British witch married an Indian wizard who belonged to the council, that she would often wear the traditional council robes of her own country and not the ones of her husband, this was to show that the marriage had given the two nations a new political link."
Harry gaped. This couldn't be true. What had he gotten himself into by mating to one Lucius Malfoy?
"But there was something else about those clothes… I just can't put my finger on it..." Ron muttered and glared at the offending boxes.
"We'll figure it out, I'll do some research. The Black family library will surely have some books on the matter." Hermione said before motioning to Harry to start changing into his new clothes. He looked down at them and sighed heavily. How long would he need every morning to get dressed?
When Hermione saw his overwhelmed expression she added helpfully, "There are charms which will put your clothes right on your body without needing to change into them. Should I search for one later?"
"That would be great." He thanked her before pulling his t-shirt over his head, taking the white button down and turning his back to his feminine friend, slightly embarrassed of his child-like figure.
That was a mistake. She gasped and Ron drew in a sharp breath.
"Harry, what happened to your neck?" Ron asked his voice sounding appalled.
Touching his sensitive neck, he could still feel the scratches that Lucius had left behind. They still stung reassuringly at the slightest touch and at some movements, making him smile happily.
Hermione stepped forward, brushing the hair on his neck to the side, inspecting the scratches carefully. "Harry, do you have a female mate, or are you the submissive?" She finally asked, her voice soft and reassuring.
"Of course Harry's the dominant, Hermione! What do you think? That Harry Potter, the golden boy would take it up the arse for another male?" The redhead laughed, but Harry swayed a bit, feeling lightheaded. Ron would be disgusted with him, if he ever found out. Maybe he should make sure that his friend never would.
"Harry, tell her that she's barmy." Ron pressed.
"He's right, Hermione, I'm not a submissive. When Snape apparated with me to Privet Drive we had a very rough landing and Nagini dropped down on top of me, it must have happened then." He mumbled, not quite lying, but not telling the truth either. Looking up and meeting the girls brown eyes he saw that she didn't believe him one bit, but she nodded anyway. Telling Harry silently, that she understood; knowing without him saying anything how he didn't want to argue with Ron right now. Harry was certain that she would search him out for a serious talk later. She probably believed that his future dominant mate was abusing him based on the marks left behind on his neck.
He quickly pulled on the button-down shirt, now with his front to his friends, feeling far too conscious over his marked neck. Next he took the waistcoat and pulled it on while Hermione took the ends of the golden laces and started to fasten it for him.
"Tell me, if it becomes too tight. This is a variation of a corset, so it has to be tight, but you still need to be able to breathe."
Of course, Harry didn't actually need to breath anymore, so Hermione was able fasten the waistcoat very tight in the end, giving him a very impressive and unusual figure for a boy. It didn't give him a feminine waist, thankfully, but it definitely defined his frame very nicely.
"Harry, you have to eat more, look how thin you are! This can't be healthy for you. Are you certain that Snape examined you properly?" She asked in concern, chewing on her upper lip.
"He's checked me over thoroughly. I just have a slim build." Harry tried to soothe her but failed miserably.
"Merlin, Mione is right, it looks as if I could hold your whole waist with just my hands and you can see all your ribs, along with every single bone in your spine." Ron supported her, looking at him with worry.
"You both know that my relatives never fed me properly since I was a child, so what did you expect?" He huffed, getting annoyed.
"Yeah, we knew; but we never noticed it was this bad with those baggy shirts you always wore, at least, I didn't." Ron sounded pained and the worry in his eyes was nearly overwhelming. Harry tried to reassure him. "It was that bad, and even if I could have bought better fitting clothes, I probably wouldn't have. I didn't want to worry everyone. But Snape checked my health and provided me with enough vitamin potions to last me a lifetime. I'm perfectly fine again, thanks to him."
Ron was stunned into silence and Hermione shocked as well, simply said, "If you say so." Before handing him the pair of shorts.
Harry was still too busy thinking about how he could stop his friends from getting too suspicious, so didn't spare a thought on his state of dress beneath his trousers when he pulled the garment down. He only noticed something was wrong when Hermione shrieked and turned abruptly away from him.
"Harry why...?"
"Why what?" He asked confused.
"Why are you naked underneath your pants." Ron clarified; a strangled sound in his voice.
Looking down at his own body he finally noticed his mistake and instantly wished that the ground would open up beneath him. "Sorry Hermione." He mumbled quietly, feeling mortified.
"Why are you naked?" Ron repeated.
"I threw away my old underwear at Hogwarts. They were all old and filled with holes… not to mention Dudley wore them all before me..."
Ron grew very green and Hermione made a choked noise.
"I wanted to buy new ones this summer, but then the attack happened and I landed at Privet Drive without my trunk, but with Snape instead; who was still a right git back then… and I ended up never having the time to buy them in the end." He stated, still feeling slightly embarrassed and mortified. It was only half a lie, because he really had worn Dudley's old underpants and thrown most of them away at Hogwarts; so had Lucius back at Privet Drive as well, but he had a whole different reason for not buying new ones.
"Snape is still a right git." Ron muttered absentmindedly.
Suddenly Hermione spun around and ignoring the nakedness of his lower half pulled him into a fierce hug. "Oh Harry, why have you never told us that it was so bad!" She sobbed.
"Because you couldn't help me, I had to go back to them no matter what and you would just have ended up worrying the whole summer had I told you." He explained calmly, patting her back in comfort. He had known that his friends would eventually ask him about it at some point. Though that didn't mean he wanted to go into detail about his time with the Dursley’s.
"But we could have helped you!" She exclaimed. "We could have bought you underwear and sent it to you!" She was shaking him now. Harry let it happened, she couldn't harm him in any case and she seemed to need a way to let go of her anger over the situation.
"You could have done that… but they would have..." He broke off quickly, his eyes widening in realization at what he almost revealed.
"What would they have done to you?" This time it was Ron who spoke. "Did they hit you?" The redhead asked, seeming angry on his behalf.
Harry averted his eyes. This was something he hadn't wanted to tell them.
"Harry, tell us!" Ron's voice had gained a commanding tone and Harry talked, before he could think it through. "Just sometimes and only with their hands, it really wasn't so bad." And it hadn't been that bad, Harry knew that they could have used a belt instead of their hands and they had never done that. But thanks to how thin and weak he always was in the summer due to the forced starvation they put him through, every hit had hurt much more and had left an even bigger bruise then it would have if he had been healthy. But his friends didn't need to know that.
"Have they ever broken something?" Hermione asked, her voice small.
Harry shook his head and then ended the discussion sternly. "They are dead now and I never have to see them again. So let's move on." He pulled the shorts on and then asked, "What's next?"
"The stockings." Hermione handed the garments to him, smiling weakly.
Harry saw her and Ron exchange a look, but thankfully they didn't ask anymore question.
"Thanks." He said before sitting down. The stockings were even softer than anything else he'd put on and were the perfect size for him. They went right up to his thigh and ended a few inches under the hem of his short trousers, showing off just the right amount of bare skin to be seductive, but not slutty. Taking the boots, which ended just below his knees, he fastened them and then pulled the coat over, before standing up again.
"Well?" He asked nervously. "How do I look?"
Ron eyed him sceptically. "You don't look very masculine, intimidating or even dominating for that matter."
Hermione grinned broadly. "It fits you and your personality very well. Whoever sent you the clothes will love you in them."
Harry flushed and caught his bushy haired friend's wink in his direction.
"Don't get me wrong, it looks nice and all, but I really don't understand girls. Why would she want to dress you up like this?" Ron asked.
Harry chuckled and Hermione just rolled her eyes, but neither of them said anything.
"Do we have a mirror? I'd really like to see myself. And how should I explain my new fashion sense to Sirius and Remus?" Harry asked, looking around.
"Just go over to our closet. There's a large mirror on the inside of the left door." Hermione told him.
"Really? I never noticed." Ron commented and smiled sheepishly at Hermione's incredulous expression.
"I didn't either." Harry said and opened the door only to stare in shock at his appearance. The auburn of the fabric made his inhumanly big green eyes shine even more and brought out the paleness of his white skin. The garments hugged and caressed his body perfectly while the waistcoat outlined his slim and petite figure. His legs looked a bit longer in the heeled boots with the high stockings and Harry just knew that the free patch of bare skin, just below his arse, would drive his mate crazy. The outfit had a forbidden aspect to it. It made him look young and boyish, yet very alluring at the same time; almost like a forbidden fruit, or a petite doll. He looked nothing like himself anymore, but the thought that Lucius would appreciate him like this was more than enough to satisfy him.
Smiling happily, he asked, "Hermione would you give me one of those other jackets and a cloak?"
"Of course." She answered before handing over the garments.
He gave her the coat and exchanged it with the shorter jacket. This way, the outfit still looked very elegant, but not as much as it did before. The new jacket ended at his rib cage and helped defined his corset manipulated waist, giving him a slightly naughty look.
Ron, who had stepped up from behind him inspected his figure with a critical eye before asking, "Harry, just answer me one question about your inheritance. Are you still human?"
Figuring that it wouldn't make things more complicated if he told his friend the truth, he shook his head.
Ron sighed in relief at his response. "That's good, otherwise I couldn't imagine how you could still be alive with that figure of yours."
Taking another look at his reflection, he pondered the question on if he had lost weight since his transformation. He was sure that he looked even thinner than before, not to mention that he'd always been rather slim.
Not able to come to an answer on his own, he asked Hermione her opinion.
The girl thought for a moment, before carefully explaining, "Magical creatures have always held the weirdest ideals for what they find beautiful. For example; the thinner and more fragile looking a submissive fairy is in appearance, the more beautiful he or she is considered by a dominant. It increases the instinct of the dominant to protect their submissive mate. The same is true with their relatives, the Elves."
Harry gave her a thankful smile in understanding, so that meant he really had lost even more weight. Vampires were crazy, but being a vampire himself, he clearly saw the beauty in his appearance.
But the question still remained: What to tell his guardians?
"Sirius and Remus will drop dead if they suddenly see me like this." Harry sighed, bringing the conversation back to the main topic, whilst changing into the elegant black wizarding cloak.
"You could always tell them the same thing you told us; that you've come into your inheritance and your future mate has given you these items." Hermione suggested, always one for sticking to the truth as much as possible.
"Yeah, but he said he didn't want to tell them about his mate." Ron reminded her.
"What if I just tell them that this is some sort of uniform for the creature I inherited?" Harry asked thinking about possible solutions.
"That will work on your guardians, but not with my parents." Ron said.
Harry sighed. "I could always change back into my old rags every time I see them…"
"No, what if they come by for a surprise visit? And your mate will be insulted as well." Hermione cut him off.
"Then I'll tell them the same thing I told you and hope they don't recognize the significance of the clothes. Maybe they'll believe that my mate just has a weird fashion sense and I'll ask your parents not to tell them either." He decided.
"You should talk with my brothers then, since they'll recognize these types of clothes as well. With Ginny you don't have to worry, that sort of stuff with the clothes is mostly taught only to the sons, I don't really know why." Ron added.
"It's because," Hermione started explaining, "woman in Pureblood society still hold little influence and power compared to their male counterparts. They can only reach such a high rank through their husbands. With submissive males it's a bit different. Mostly since when they are taught about these things, it's still far too early to tell if a son will be a submissive or not."
"This sounds really complicated." Harry muttered, dreading all the stuff that he would have to learn as Lucius' mate.
"Let's clean up a bit and then I'll fetch the Weasley's for you before we go researching." Hermione offered as they went to work. Harry would ask Arthur or Molly for a better expansion charm on their wardrobe, but until then they just had to pile all the cardboard boxes into one corner.
"So, when do you plan on talking to your guardians? Or are you not mad at Sirius anymore?" Ron asked.
"I still am, but they're my family. I'm disappointed in Sirius, but I don't want to fight with him about things that are in the past. If he can accept me like this, then I will give him the benefit of the doubt that he has matured since his school years or at the very least; that Remus has beaten some sense into his thick skull since this morning."
"I think you have a good chance with believing in Remus'… persuading methods." Ron snickered.
"You're probably right." Harry muttered.
"And?" Hermione asked again.
"And what?" He asked.
"When will you tell them?"
He thought about it quickly. "Tomorrow at breakfast. And I'll warn Sirius later… that I have to tell him something, I mean..."
"Okay." Hermione agreed as she lifted the last box from the ground.
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