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Family Means More Than Blood	By : WingsofaDream Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 59826 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Harry's life changed drastically from the second of November 1987, the day that he faced the whole of the Wizarding world for the first time after he had defeated Voldemort. A deafening cheer was the sound which greeted him that morning when he walked into the Great Hall for breakfast and both he and his father received more mail than any other time during their lives. Letters of congratulations, of praise, and some even contained gifts of money which Harry felt guilty about accepting and Severus thought of as charity but Professor Dumbledore made them keep anyway. It was barely mid-morning on that same day that Harry was called to the Headmaster's office in order to set up a suitable time for him to do some interviews for the Press. He was reluctant to agree but he knew that it was something that would not go away and he needed to deal with it sooner rather than later.

So Harry did the interviews (with his family), he posed for the pictures (with his family), and he humbly accepted the gifts that the kind people of the wizarding population had sent him, ranging from money to toys to mere souvenirs. Most of the toys he gave away soon after to the St Mungo's Children's Ward which only increased his publicity much to his despair. Everywhere he went he was recognised but, thankfully, for the most part, was left alone as most adults knew what a strain such fame would have on a young child and they contented themselves with watching and occasionally waving to him. The Press were a completely different story but after one incident involving very angry versions of both Severus and Lucius, they had backed off somewhat. Well, they stopped stalking him at least.

When Harry returned to Saint Gwenifwar's after the Christmas holidays, he was beyond relieved to find that opinion of him had changed very little there. Most Elves led separate lives from the Wizarding world so although the whole school knew he had done something, they did not understand just how amazing it was. Marcia and Rhys were really the only ones who knew just what he had done, mostly thanks to Rhys's mother, and so they greeted him enthusiastically upon his return. Other than that and the talk he had with Sephiran, his return went mostly un-noticed.

Upon returning to the Wizarding world for The Moon of Martyr, he found that the fuss around him and diminished only ever so slightly. The letters he and Severus received were down to a couple each day. He was also no longer stopped whenever he wandered about the school by pupils who wanted to speak to the Boy-Who-Lived.

Over the next year, Harry's life calmed again considerably but it was never the same. There were always a few people who were struck dumb at the mere sight of him and the Press often bugged him if it was a slow news day. Harry figured it was all because he spent such a chunk of the year in the Elven world rather than the Wizarding one; people had learned to calm down and leave him alone because the Press had been unable to feed them stories about him constantly. However, if one was to believe that theory then it was understandable that the scarred boy was nervous about the autumn of this very year.

This was the year that he would turn eleven years old. This was the year that he would leave Saint Gwenifwar's and Elvish life behind him. This was the year that he would start to attend Hogwarts.

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17th July 1989: Afternoon

Harry politely sipped on the cup of tea he had been provided upon entering High Priest Sephiran's office several minutes previously. The man had sent him a message, requesting his presence that morning during breakfast, the last breakfast that Harry would ever have at Saint Gwenifwar's. Today was the last day of the school year and there were several things that Harry could think of as to why the High Priest wished to speak to him but he could not decide on just one. So, he sat there patiently as the headmaster went through all the pleasantries before the real issue was reached.

"Now Young Haryon, I imagine you're wondering why I asked you here, besides to drink tea and pass idle chit chat." Sephiran said, changing the topic of conversation abruptly.

Harry remained silent but did look on earnestly.

"I asked you here this afternoon to tell you of the plans I have arranged with Professor Dumbledore."

"Oh?"

"It has been arranged that, if you should so wish, I will continue with your lessons and training even when you are attending Hogwarts, without charge of course."

"Really?" The boy asked, his eyes lighting up. "My father agreed to it?"

"Professor Dumbledore used his years of wisdom and experience to convince your father that it was the best course of action and that learning to use a staff and to continue your faith would only help you in the future." The High Priest told him with a smile which implied that Dumbledore did a little more than just "convince" his father.

"I...That's...You're...Thank you, High Priest; thank you so much." Harry stumbled over his words before giving his breathy thanks.

"It'll be my pleasure, Young Haryon. Your studies will no doubt go a little slower then they would if you attended a Havanist school again, after all we'll only be able to have one lesson a week on Sunday afternoons to begin with, but I shouldn't think that will be a problem. With becoming a Priest now you'll instantly be several years ahead of your current class mates..."

"You're making me a Priest now! But, but...My apprenticeship isn't supposed to end for another five years!" Harry pointed out, his tone filled with disbelief as he could not quite believe what he was being offered.

"Yes Haryon, I'm aware of that but I believe that you are more than competent to accept this step. Not only have you proven it over the recent years, inside and outside of school, you have an incredible amount of power for such a young age. Believe me when I say this, Haryon, you are more than ready to enter the priesthood. However, if you do not wish to..."

"No, no!" Harry quickly interrupted. "I do want, of course I want to! I just...If you think I'm ready, High Priest, then I have more than enough faith to believe you."

"Good." The man said with a pleased nod. "In that case, I give you your staff." He stood with that and walked around the desk, coming to a stop in front of Harry's chair where he got down on one knee. Reaching forward, he took Harry's right hand in his and then placed something the boy's palm, keeping whatever it was covered with his hand. "I trust you already know how to use it?"

Harry nodded, remembering a past lesson when they had learnt the bare beginnings of what becoming a Priest ot Priestess involved.

"Then feel free to use it and practice with it at any time." With that, Sephiran finally took his hands away, revealing the object he had handed to Harry.

In the boy's palm was a pendant attached to a thin silver chain. The pendant was a small staff, about two inches long, and was made of clear crystal. On the top was a pearl framed either side by crystal wings which stretched out about an inch and a half. It was a beautiful object but Harry knew it was so much more than just a pretty piece of jewelery. Wizards and witches needed wands to channel their magic and Havanist Priests used staves to channel theirs. Usually, a new Priest would receive a simple staff made of metal or wood and semi-precious stones and then when or if they carried on to become a High Priest, they received a staff made of precious metal or rare wood or precious stone.

"This is a High Priest's staff." Harry noted, confused.

"Yes, it is. In fact, it was the staff I received on the day of my Final Blessing."

"I-I can't accept this..."

"Yes you can and you will." The High Priest insisted, taking the pendant from his palm and lifting it to fix it around the boy's neck. "You are the first Priest to be Chosen in over seventy years and that alone is something to take notice of. By far, you're the most talented I have ever encountered and in my humble opinion, a Priest's staff would do you no justice."

"Th-thank you High Priest..." Harry breathed in awe, not knowing what else to say until something suddenly occurred to him. "Seventy years, sir? But what about when you were Chosen?"

Sephiran gave him an amused smile as he got to his feet and swept over to the door to his office. He pulled it open before turning to Harry and giving him a mischievous look. "Appearances are very deceptive, Young Haryon. I am young in comparison to Elves but I believe to you I should look far older with more wrinkles than I actually do."

"You're over seventy years old?" Harry gasped, clinging to the first explanation he came up with, as he got to his feet, recognising the sign that his meeting with the headmaster was over.

"Don't ever let anyone tell you you're not sharp, Haryon." The man told him playfully, gently ushering him out the door. "Now, I believe you have some packing to do and some friends to bid farewell before you're ready to leave. I'll see you in the carriage home."

"You're coming with me?" The boy asked, surprised, as he allowed himself to be moved out of the office. He looked up at the High Priest beside him as he too left the office and locked the door behind him with a key which hung from a thread attached to the sash around his waist.

"Professor Dumbledore has invited me to take tea with him and it was agreed that I would be the one to accompany you home. Now, off we go, there's much to do before we leave." And with that, they both headed off down the corridor.

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17th July 1989: Mid-Afternoon

"That's great Haryon!" Marcia gasped happily upon hearing Harry's news that his Havanist studies would continue as they walked slowly through the corridors of the school for one last time, making their way outside where their respective families and guardians were waiting for them. "You see, I told you were Blessed; the Great Lady has you and now she's not letting you go."

"Right, if you say so." Harry mumbled with a blush.

"And you've already been made a Priest." She gushed, stars almost sparkling in her eyes. "You won't be able to cut your hair anymore but that'll hardly matter; I think you'll look incredibly dashing with beautiful, long hair. And just think, you're the youngest Priest since Saint Morcedai himself though I'm not sure if he counted since there wasn't actually a stable religion at that point..." She trailed off, considering her self-asked question.

"You should be very proud, Haryon." Rhys took the conversation up as Marcia seemed to be off in her own little world.

"I am, though I wish my father would be as well. Somehow, I doubt he will." Harry sighed before forcing himself to cheer up. "So, what's in store for you now?"

"My parents are still undecided on my future." The stoic answer came. "My mother wishes for me to learn about Wizarding customs, perhaps somewhere like Durmstrang. My father wishes for me to continue with my Havanist learning."

"No chance of going to Hogwarts with Haryon then?" Marcia inquired, re-entering the conversation.

"Hogwarts was discussed briefly. Under my father's protests the idea was rejected; he believes it is...Far from safe there."

"Hogwarts is the safest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world!" Harry protested. "Why else would my father and I have remained there constantly when Voldemort was out for me?"

"He reasoned that once Voldemort returns, the school will become a target..."

"Woah, wait." Marcia interrupted. "The Dark Lord's coming back? I thought he was dead!"

"He is dead." Harry assured her firmly. "That was just something the newspapers came up with on a slow news day. Voldemort is gone and he isn't coming back."

"And I agree with you." Rhys replied. "Unfortunately, my father doesn't and my mother is already trying hard enough to convince him to send me to a Wizarding school, she dropped the idea of Hogwarts merely so she could focus on the main argument and hopefully make it a little easier to persuade him."

"Where is it you want to go, Rhys?" Marcia enquired.

"I have no preference." He replied simply in a voice which ordered for there to be no more questions.

"What's the next step for you, Marcia? Are you going to continue with your Apprenticeship?" Harry asked the girl walking beside him.

"Yes, most likely. My father at one point did mention something about enrolling me in a finishing school but my mother quickly said no to that. She wants me to have an actual life outside of whatever family I create to whoever it is my parents arrange for me to marry. Though having just said that, my mother isn't keen on an arranged marriage for me either. I may even find myself allowed to marry whomever I choose." The girl sighed dreamily and Harry could just imagine all the romantic ideals which were now streaming through the silver-blonde girl's head. "I'll be sure to tell you both immediately whenever I find out what's actually going to happen to me and you have to do the same Rhys." She spoke again, giving the long haired boy a pointed look.

"Why?" Rhys asked with a slight wrinkling of his nose.

"Because I want to know what's going on with you when I can't see you to check myself." The girl explained patiently, sounding like a worried mother-hen. "And the same for you, Haryon, I want you to write to me too."

"Of course I will." Harry agreed with a smile, pleased that at least one of his friends was enthusiastic about keeping in touch.

"Rhys?" Marcia said again.

"Well I suppose if you two are going to, I'll have to." He said with a resigned sigh though his two friends knew better.

"Splendid. I'll write to you both in the first week of September then Haryon, you can take your turn the following week and then you Rhys can write on the third week before it goes back to me again." The girl planned excitedly, thinking nothing of ordering the two boys about as she was.

"Sounds fair to me." Harry agreed as the three friends walked out of the front doors of the school finally and entered the surrounding forest.

"Not that I have any choice in the matter but I too agree." Rhys spoke after.

Coming to a stop, the children gathered in a small cluster. In sight of them were their parents and guardians, waiting to take them home, officially ending their time at Saint Gwenifwar's and their time together for the majority of the year. "This is it then." Harry murmured, his head lowering as his eyes fell to look down dejectedly.

"Yeah..." Marcia agreed, sounding tearful.

They all remained silent for a little while, a heavy sadness covering all three of them. Then, abruptly, Rhys looked up with a hard gaze which was obviously there through force of will power on his part rather than anything else. "Oh for goodness sake, we're being ridiculous! It's not like we'll never speak or see each other again. We'll be writing to each other, we just agreed we would. So we won't be seeing each other everyday, it's not that terrible. We'll see each other again. This isn't goodbye." He told them, the words still sounding encouraging despite the hard tone they were spoken in.

"Rhys is right." Harry sighed. "We'll see each other again and we'll write."

"Okay." Marcia sniffed, not lifting her head to hide the fact she was crying. "I'll hear from you both soon then?"

"Of course." Rhys nodded.

"You bet." Harry agreed with his own nod.

Another silence took over as the three friends hesitated before sharing a three-way hug. They stayed with their arms locked around each other for several minutes before they had to reluctantly part upon feeling several eyes on them. Each looking up, they saw their respective adults who were there to take them home for the last time: Marcia's mother; both of Rhys's parents, and Sephiran for Harry. Their arms fell from each other and they spent another minute to look at each other for one last time for quite a while. Then, slowly, they took a step away from each other and turned away at the same time, each walking off in a different direction with heavy hearts but also with a certain amount of hope.

They would see each other again. Maybe not soon, but one day. It was not goodbye for them, it was merely a see you later.

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21st July 1989: Afternoon

Draco and Harry lay sprawled out on the dark haired boy's bed in his bedroom in his father's cottage, Draco on his front with an arm cast over Harry's stomach and his head turned so he was looking straight at his best friend. It was a lazy summer afternoon, too hot to do anything too taxing which included movement and thinking too hard. Due to this lazy attitude, the two boys were entertaining themselves with a pointless word game which they often liked to play when there was nothing else to do.

"Quidditch." The blond boy said through a peaceful sigh.

"Ball." Harry replied, his green eyed gaze fixed to the white ceiling.

"Yule."

"Log."

"Rotten."

"Tomato."

"Red."

"Gryffindor."

Draco opened his mouth to continue but the sound of their names being called by Lucius somewhere downstairs cut him off before any noise could escape. His mouth shut again and he frowned a little. "What do you think he wants?"

"Only one way to find out." Harry reasoned as he made a move to role off the bed. However, when Draco tightened the arm around his waist, he found himself effectively pinned. "Draco, c'mon, he must've called us for a reason." The dark haired boy pointed out in a playfully whiney voice.

"But I'm comfortable."

"Well, the sooner we go down and find out what's up, the sooner we can come back up and get comfortable again." Harry reasoned. His best friend still made no sign that he was about to move. "He's not going to pleased if he has to come up and get us." He told him reasonably as he gave the blond boy a small shove. Still nothing. "Draco!"

Another couple of shakes and Draco groaned irritably before he pulled his arm away from Harry and pushed himself up off the bed. "All right, fine, but I'm going to hold you to that idea of coming straight back up here and getting comfortable again."

"That's fine." Harry grinned as he rolled off the bed, landing on his feet gracefully, and followed Draco over to his bedroom door.

Together the two boys left the room and descended the stairs, Harry remembering that night when Draco and Lucius came to warn him and his father and he and the blond had gone down the very stairs he was on now though at a much more frantic pace. When they reached the bottom, the two boys peered around the banister to look into the kitchen only to see it was empty. Common sense was then able to tell him that the two men must have been waiting in the living room. Sure enough, a mere three steps forward later and they stood in the doorway into the living room where both their fathers sat patiently on the three-seater sofa against the left-hand wall.

Considering the expression on the two men's faces, neither Harry nor Draco were particularly confident about what the following conversation was going to be about. To the highly trained eye, it was clear that Lucius Malfoy, of all people, was nervous while on the other hand, it did not take an Alchemist to realise that Severus Snape was not happy about something and sulking terribly.

"Has something happened?" Harry asked carefully, looking from his father to his godfather.

"Not exactly." Lucius replied as he gestured to the boys to sit on the sofa in between him and Severus who was still just sitting there looking ticked off.

Harry shot Draco a quick glance to see if the blond had any idea of what this was about but he seemed just a bewildered. Wordlessly, the two boys moved over to the sofa and hopped up on top of it, each boy sitting beside their respective father.

Lucius gave Harry a small smile before he looked over to Severus who stubbornly refused to return the gaze. The blond man gave a distasteful sigh before turning his attention back to Harry. "Haryon, the other day blood-line parchment was officially legalised by the Ministry and we, meaning your father and I, wondered if maybe you would like to have some."

Bright green eyes widened at that and he whipped his head his head to look at his father in horror. "You don't want me anymore?" He gasped, his ever present insecurity causing him to jump to the conclusion that his father wanted him to find out who his real family was just so he could go and live with them.

"No, no, that's not what we meant, Haryon." Lucius soothed him when it was clear that Severus was still sulking too much to reassure his son. "We merely thought that you might like to know exactly where you came from. But it's completely your choice; if you don't want to use it then you don't have to."

Harry, who had turned to look at his godfather when he was speaking, turned back to look at his father. He had completely closed himself off: his expression was neutral, any emotion carefully hidden; his body language screamed unconscious protection of himself, his arms folded over his chest and one leg crossed over the other. "Father?" He asked gently. "Do you want me to do this?"

"If you decide to do this then you'll have both of our full support." Lucius answered for the dark man before giving him a pointed look. "Right Severus?"

"I cannot stop you if it is what you choose." Severus bit out reluctantly, glaring off to the side, obviously not thrilled with the idea of Harry finding out who his birth parents were. Lucius frowned at the other man again, unimpressed with the selfish attitude he was taking. Harry did not care though; he was just glad that his father had no desire to get rid of him.

"I don't want to." He told them all confidently.

"Are you sure, Haryon? If your worried about what will happen afterwards..." Lucius began to say.

"It's not that." Harry assured. "My birth parents, whoever they are, didn't want me, and I don't want them. I have a family already, I know who I am, I don't need to know any more."

"If you're concerned about my opinion on this..." Severus began to say, prompted by the positively venomous look that Lucius was giving him.

"No, it's not that." Harry assured, lying through his teeth but as he was keeping the peace he thought it was justified. "I know that if I did decide to find out about my past then you'd stand behind me even if you weren't happy about it. I'm perfectly happy with things the way they are though; I don't need two strangers in my life to pretend to be my family."

"As long as you're sure?" Lucius checked one final time and Harry noticed that the man's tone now had a very definite relieved quality to it.

"Positive."

"Right, now that that's over, can we go now?" Draco spoke up for the first time in the conversation, sounding slightly impatient.

"Yes, you can go. We'll be staying for dinner after all." Lucius told his son and the moment the last word was past his lips, Draco grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him off the sofa and out of the living room, back up to the dark haired boy's bedroom, leaving the two men to the argument which was just waiting to blow up.

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28th July 1989: Mid-Morning

On slightly unsteady feet, Harry stepped out of Olivander's looking rather pale and followed quickly by a worried looking Draco. The bright, summer sunlight of the outside should have really had more of an affect on the two boys as they had just come out from the dark shop after spending quite some time in there but if they were bothered by the light then they made no sign to show it.

"Harry? Are you okay?" The blond asked carefully.

"Yeah...Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? If you're really that uncomfortable with your wand I'm sure we'd be able to get you another if we go back..."

"No, no, it's okay, there's no need to make a fuss." Harry insisted, forcing his voice to sound more sure and normal. "I was just a bit surprised; I never expected something like this is all."

"All right...As long as you're sure?"

"Mmhmm, of course."

"Fine, let's go find Father and Uncle Sev then." Draco suggested as he began forward again, tucking his own new wand into an inside pocket in his robes. Harry hesitated a moment, sparing a glance at his own wand, before copying his best friend and then hurrying to catch the other boy up.

Keeping within the nature of a Malfoy, Harry and Draco were in Diagon Alley getting their school supplies way before anyone else would be so they could avoid any huge crowds. They had not received their Hogwarts letters yet but what with Severus being a teacher there, he already knew what supplies they would be required to posses and it was a certainty that both boys would be getting letters. The two adults had gone off to Gringotts themselves while the two boys were being fitted in Madame Malkins and had instructed them that if they had not returned by the time the boys were done they were to go on to get their wands on their own. If after that they still had not returned, the boys were to go and meet them at Gringotts; such was the situation now.

Harry followed along behind Draco mechanically, his mind firmly on the subject of his wand. His wand was the same as Voldemort's; its brother wand as Olivander had said. Now, there were two ways that could be read. On the surface, mere coincidence. Dig a little deeper and people might start saying it was meant to be, Fate, Destiny, and the such. Harry, quite honestly, cared little whether it was coincidence or Fate. What he did care about was how this connected him to Voldemort.

Did his wand connect him to Voldemort? He wanted to say no, he really did. He did not want to be anything like the horrible man who had lied to him and manipulated him and who would have tried Goddess knows what if he had been given the chance. And yet he already was connected to him in a way; he would forever have the horrible scar on his forehead as a reminder of the man and now he had the evil man's "brother wand" as well. But really, did it connect him to Voldemort? He honestly had no idea.

So lost in thought was the boy that he failed to see the other person who was heading straight towards him. In the space of five seconds, he had collided quite roughly with this other person and sent them both falling back, the stranger's bags falling too and landing with several soft thuds. Harry gasped as the impact sent him crashing backwards, falling down heavily onto his backside.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" Draco yelled at the short, dark haired boy who Harry had collided with as he went to help his best friend up.

"Draco don't, it was my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going." Harry insisted as he accepted the blond's out-stretched hand with his own right as his left came up to readjust his glasses which had gone a bit wonky from the fall. "Sorry about that, I was in a world of my own." He directed to the boy who was busy gathering up his dropped items. "Would you like some help?"

"No, it's all right, I'm good." The younger boy assured as he picked up his last bag. "And there's no need to apologise; it was as much fault mine as yours. My name's John by the way."

"Nice to meet you John. I'm Haryon and this is my friend Draco." Harry introduced to the shorter boy with the same dark hair as himself.

"Haryon? As in The Boy-Who-Lived Haryon?"

"Erm...Yeah."

"Oh wow, I can't believe I'm actually meeting you! I mean, you're just...You're just...You're just so...Wow!" The boy said with wide eyes, clearly in awe much to Draco's satisfaction and Harry's embarrassment. "It's your birthday soon isn't it? On the thirty-first."

"Looks like you've got yourself a stalker." Draco murmured in Harry's ear.

"Shut up and be nice." Harry scolded his friend before turning his attention to their new acquaintance. "So who are you here with? Surely not on your own right?"

"I'm here with my father and godfather. We just came to get some office supplies for my father and then, well, my godfather kind of went nuts in the sweet shop." He said with a small smile, jostling his bags to emphasise his point.

"Oh well, what other uses do godfathers have beside spoiling us every so often." Harry grinned and John returned it with equal enthusiasm.

"Are you both here with your parents'?" The younger dark haired boy asked.

"Yes. Actually, we're both in the same situation as you; here with our fathers and godfathers. My father is Draco's godfather and his father is mine. They're getting some money out of Gringotts while we went to get our wands."

"Oh wow, you've actually got your own wands now. You're so lucky! I can't wait 'til I can get my first one."

"How old are you then?"

"Just turned nine in June."

"Harry, can we go now please? We still have more stuff to get you know." Draco interrupted suddenly, obviously too bored and frustrated to remain silent any longer.

"Oh all right I suppose so." Harry agreed with a slight frown, not impressed with his best friend's manners. He turned his attention back to John and smiled at him. "As you heard, we have to be off now but it was very nice to meet you, John."

"It was great to meet you too, Haryon. I can't wait to tell my mum and sister, they'll be so jealous." John grinned excitedly. "I'd best be off too, have to try and find where Uncle Sirius and father went off to."

The smile drained from Harry's face at that and he blinked a few times. "Sirius Black?"

"You know him?" John asked, that idea obviously exciting him all the more, just as a call came from their left.

"John! There you are!" All three boys looked over to see a young, healthy looking man with shoulder length black hair and deep blue eyes jogging his way over to them. "I've been looking all over the place for you. You shouldn't wander off you know, your dad would kill me if I lost you."

"Sorry, Uncle Sirius." John replied, not sounding in the least bit sorry. "I was completely fine though, I was just talking to Haryon and Draco here." He gestured towards where Harry and Draco were now scowling darkly at them both.

"You're Sirius Black?" Draco asked, his tone cold and hard.

Yeah." The man confirmed uncertainly.

Harry stepped forward then until he was about ten centimetres away from the man, his glare never relaxing in the least. "You, sir, are the most despicable man in the world. James Potter may of tormented my father and made his life a misery for seven years but at least he never tried to kill him! And to show little remorse afterwards. I'm surprised you weren't a Death Eater; you're certainly nonchalant about killing enough to be one."

"What's going on here?" A familiar voice came and the small group looked to see James Potter had just arrived to the scene.

"Ugh, why does the Great Lady continue to throw you into my life?" Harry groaned, holding his forehead in his hands as he wandered back over to Draco, further away from James Potter.

"It's because he has no life." Draco replied casually, glancing at his fingernails. "He had no life at Hogwarts so he tormented Uncle Sev and now he's moved onto you."

"Woah, woah, wait a minute. Uncle Sev? Sev as in Severus? Snivellus is your uncle!" Sirius cried, sounding awfully amused as though it was the funniest idea in the world.

"He's my godfather actually." Draco corrected him with a scowl.

"And he's my father." Harry added proudly.

"Your father? Someone actually married Snivellus? Oh, that's rich!"

"How dare you!" Harry demanded, his muscles tensing in anticipation of him taking a step forward. However, a large warm hand landed on his shoulder and held him back before he could eve lift a foot.

"Haryon? Is everything all right?" The rich, deep voice of Severus asked gently, instantly calming Harry's nerves.

The boy took in a deep breath, releasing it slowly before speaking his answer: "Yes Father, everything's fine. Draco and I just bumped into some very rude people is all." Looking up at his father, he offered a small smile and noticed that Lucius was, predictably, present as well, standing next to Draco.

"You actually have a son Snape? And there was me thinking you were a twenty-eight year old virgin." Sirius smirked.

"I have already had this conversation with two of your friends, Black; I suggest you start talking to them more often before you can embarrass yourself further by broadcasting your ignorance. Though after all these years, I'm starting to think it's something you can't actually help since every word that comes out of your mouth is sheer stupidity." Severus sneered and then turned himself and Harry around before there was a chance for any reply to be given and walked away, following Lucius and Draco who were taking the lead.

"Well, I must say that I never expected to see you both speaking to that sort." Lucius drawled teasingly as Harry and Severus caught them up and came to walk beside them. "I can hold no responsibility for Haryon's actions but Draco, I thought I'd taught you better."

"Wasn't my fault." The younger blond muttered. "He was the one who insisted on spending the whole afternoon talking to Potter's son."

"I was being polite!" Harry protested. "And anyway, it's not like I knew who he was beforehand."

"Yes, well, no harm was done and I must admit I quite enjoyed seeing Black told off by my ten year old son." Severus said with an amused tone and a slight smirk.

"Almost eleven; only three more days to go." Harry pointed out, the confrontation from only moments ago forgotten in an instant.

"Yes, in perfect time for your new pet familiar to be delivered to our house." The dark man mused and Harry looked up at him with wide, excited eyes. Severus smiled down at him as they joined hands, Harry giving his larger one a firm squeeze. "Convenient how that worked out, don't you think?"
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