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Heir to the Throne	By : Kaya_Winn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12341 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Heir to the Throne

Chapter 9

Surprises

Part II

Harry groaned and scrubbed his face violently as he walked out of Areotips shaking his head hard. That blasted old man had actually kicked him out after Harry witnessed the man dismantling his wand. Of course Harry had tried to stop the man, who wouldn't!? So now Harry lost a wand, gained massive migraine and was left feeling pissed off with the equation.

Fenrir, ignoring the scowl the boy wore, dragged him off to a grungy pub where he promptly ordered a tea for Harry and a Firewhisky for himself.

“It went that badly then?” Fenrir finally asked and Harry after watching him sulk for a full ten minutes.

“That may very well be an understatement. I didn't think I'd ever see my wand destroyed. But then I know it's necessary...you know?" Harry said as he stared into the dim light reflecting off the Werewolf's amber drink. "It's like I might be something important. I know the prophecy being total shit, but like there's something more.” he admitted pausing for a moment and then shaking his head. “It's bloody confusing is what it is! Like everything is swirling around me; I see it just can't visualize it, can't grab it.... if that makes any sense.” he admitted as he took a sip of his tea and Fenrir nodded.

“Everything will make sense pup, I'm sure of it. Just do what you can and rely on those you trust to help with the rest.” Fenrir assured the boy who was now grinning as if a weight was lifted.

“Yeah, yeah you're right.” he said before returning to his tea. “Fenrir, how well do you know the Alpha of the Tawny pack?” he asked and Fenrir paused for a moment his glass half raised to his lips.

“Well we've been fighting for the little territory we have for, I dunno, three years now. I know half of him.” he stated and Harry blinked at him.

“Half of him?”

“Yeah, see there's two sides to every person. Werewolf or Wizard, Centaur or Goblin. They have their business side, that's war, work, disasters, stuff like that. The true nature of someone. And then they have their other side, the side that everyone sees and knows. The person that plays with their kids, kisses their wife and plans family picnics.” Fenrir explained and Harry nodded.

“So how is Tanhide's business side?”

“Bloody ruthless.” Fenrir bit out. “Yet, he can also be fair and very compassionate. When our Pack was down with the Pox his pack didn't attack us at all. He claims he didn't want his pack to get sick, but his pack had pox even before we were at war, they were all immune.” Harry's lips twitched a little and he nodded.

“Sounds like just the guy I need.” he admitted standing once his tea was done. He paused to put squeeze Fenrir's shoulder, the only sign of affection he dared in the public's eye. “See you at the meeting then.” he murmured under his breath and Fenrir nodded back.

Harry sighed to himself as he made his was back through the maze of alleys until he reached 93 Diagon Alley. Entering Fred and George's shop was like being transported to another world and it always managed to bring a smile. The jam packed store was so bright and colorful, not to mention bursting with sounds and activity. Strolling through the aisles looking over their products, he couldn't help but be impressed.

“Oi Harry!” George shouted, slamming into Harry, hugging him hard, nearly knocking the boys glasses off.

“Hey George.” Harry greeted grinning as he watched Fred cautiously. George was the more hyper of the two while Fred was more likely to prank you when your back was turned. “Did you guys get my letter?” he asked under his breath and they glanced around the shop and nodded before tugging Harry into the back room, hollering for one of their shopkeepers to mind the business for a bit.

“We were right surprised getting the letter mate.” Fred said as both he and Harry watched George ward the room. “Exactly who all is going to be attending this little party of yours?” He asked with raised eyebrows.

“No telling.” Harry admitted. “I only invited people that I trusted, and people I want as allies.” he admitted and the twins leaned in together, looking puzzled, both their heads tilted towards the other. Harry fought down a chuckle at the all too familiar stance they took when pondering something. It was almost as if their heads had to be close in order to utilize the shared brain power.

“Allies? Harry why...you've broken away from Dumbledore haven't you?” Fred hissed while George just stared, too shocked to say anything. Harry hesitated for a moment looking at anything but them, before nodding.

“Dumbledore doesn't know that yet.” Harry murmured. “And I intend to keep it that way until the very end.” his emerald green eyes fixed onto the twins' and didn't let them go as they sat there gaping at him before identical grins spread across their lips.

“Was wondering when you'd wake up.” they chorused and Harry let out the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. “Knew that old nutter was up to no good the second you stepped foot into the school!"

"Looked at you like you were fresh meat, he did.”

“Then that business with sending you off to get killed every year!” they were talking quickly and batting off of each other like always but at least Harry was used to it now.

“Yeah, well that's one down.....” Harry's voice trailed off for a moment, “um...guys...? There's more. Just promise me you won't hate me.”

“For what?”

“Oh.. you know, just some Courting nonsense. I'm ...um.. i'mbeingcourtedbyBlaiseZabiniDracoMalfoyandLordVoldemort.” Harry rushed out. Had the brunette not been so fascinated with his shoes he would have seen the twins jaws drop to the floor at that moment. It seemed like time stood still, no sound, no movement until finally Harry looked up at the twins.

"We absolutely draw the line at Malfoy!” they chorused and Harry couldn't help but snickered. He knew better than to fall for their tricks. He'd seen them and Draco chatting it up a fair few times, and even better caught the three of them snogging passionately one late evening in third year. He'd never heard why the three of them had broken up but it had been unanimous and the twins were most certainly still friends with the blond heir. It was hard to stamp down the little green monster of jealousy at that memory and decided to say something before his temper got the better of him.

“So just to get things straight...you're fine with the Dark Lord trying to win my heart - the same Dark Lord that has tried to kill me four..five times is now?” he asked lifting an eyebrow and they paused for a moment.

“...yes.” they said with all seriousness at which point Harry couldn't help but to burst into laughter. And it wasn't long before the twins were as well.

“So Draco finally managed to talk to you did he?” the twins asked smirking and Harry stared at them.

“What?” was all he could manage to say.

“Oh yeah, poor fellows been mooning after you since first year."

"He dated us once...well, sort of."

"Oh come on George, it was more like us teaching him to have sex.”

“True Fred, poor kid didn't even know how to kiss.”

“We took care of that though, didn't we George.” The jealousy rose inside Harry as he observed the lustful looks the twins gave each other, remembering past trysts. He tried to control by breathing deeply, but this time harry couldn't stamp it down. He let out a small feral snarl and several jars on the shelves shattered.

“Easy there Harry!” George stated quickly as the twins shared a devious little grin.

“So he does fancy the gorgeous blond" Fred said winking at his twin.

"We just wanted to see if you liked him back that's all!” Harry didn't believe him, because he KNEW they'd taught Draco all sorts of things...things..that he could use on Harry. He sighed in relief as the jealousy slowly abated.

“Sorry.” he mumbled blushing hard from embarrassment of overreacting. Not to mention all the wicked dirty thoughts running through his head. He was really going to have to go on a date with everyone, he needed to know more about them so he could move on the elimination process. He just hoped he picked the right one. After all, he just hoped for love...and that he'd be loved back.

The twins snickered as they stood there, heads still tilted together, watching the green-eyed boy deep in thought. They chatted quietly with each other, and Harry knew they were giving him a moment to mull over his thoughts. Love...he didn't even really know what love felt like and slowly a panic rose in his chest.

“Sorry, I have to go.” he muttered after noticing the time. The Headmaster would surely notice an extended absence and worry or worse Question if he wasn't careful. “Should anyone ask, I've been here all afternoon sleeping off a rather nasty headache.” he said with a smirk, tossing them both a wink and they laughed and nodded. It wouldn't be the first time Harry had crashed at their place.

“Will do Harry, see you in four days.” they chorused grinning and Harry smirked a little his head tilted.

“You guys know how to get in?”

“We'll go in through Honeydukes.” they chorused with a grin. “By now it's probably being watched but we have a few spells we can use to remain undetected.” they admitted nodding a little before pausing. “Before we forget, Voldemort...he still a bad guy?” they asked their heads tilted and Harry smirked a bit.

“Not to me.” he stated simply and the twins laughed a little and nodded as Harry vanished out the door and went straight to The Leaky Cauldron.

Arriving back at Hogwarts, stepping...falling rather, through the flames to land on Snape's floor, he was not surprised as was usual when he made a graceful entrance.....he had an audience. There staring at him was Neville, getting reprimanded for one reason or another by a scowling Snape.

“Welcome back Mr. Potter.” Snape said distracted by Harry's return and Neville, pleased with the break in the tongue lashing, offered him a shy, grateful smile.

“Evening Professor, mind if I borrow Neville for a moment? Thanks!” Harry stated grinning brightly at the fuming, but silent Snape as he dragged a softly sighing Neville out the door.

“Thanks Harry...he was so mean today. It's not my fault my potions keep blowing up!”

“I know Nev. But Nev, he does know but he can't very well yell at the Slytherin's now can he?" Harry waited a moment and then heard Neville softly gasp and grab his forearm. He turned to look at the stunned Gryffindor. "You see...he's saving face. He knows they sabotage your portions, only and idiot would miss that. He's just playing his role like the rest of us."

Harry grabbed his still stunned friends hand and pulled him further down the hall. "Come on, duck in here.” he whispered as he headed behind the portrait of the Forbidden Forest and entered the Founder's common room and calling for Itty to bring two hot butterbeers.

“Itty?” Neville asked a little baffled and Harry nodded.

“A house elf, my house elf actually.” he admitted as Itty popped in with two steaming mugs of Butterbeer and Harry grinned at her. “Thanks Itty, could you tell Gordric he'll have company soon?” he asked and she lifted an eyebrow but nodded and vanished up the stairs.

“G..Gordric?” Neville stuttered and Harry nodded.

“This is the Founders Quarters.” Harry explained grinning a little at the other. “I have something very important to tell you Neville.” he admitted slumping into a chair and glancing at the empty fireplace, and absently thought he was going to have to get a fire in there, and some Floo Powder...not to mention find a way to get the fireplace hooked up to the Floo Network without anyone knowing....but first Neville...oh right, Neville!

“I'm not going to like the news very much am I?” he asked sighing a little as he shook his head. “Does this have anything to do with that letter that you sent me and Luna?” he asked a little hesitant and Harry nodded.

“A bit.” he admitted. “In the end, it's why I decided to invite you.” he continued. “You, like Luna would always be invited, after all Nev, I need people I can trust.” he admitted and Neville flushed brightly. “You have always stood up for what is right Neville. You've never turned your back on me, you risked your life in the battle at the Ministry....Neville if I can't trust you then who can I trust?” Harry watched as Neville's blush grew deeper as each justification of his character was stated. “But what's more," he took a deep breathe "Neville, you and I are cousins. We're family” he admitted and Neville stared at him with eyes as wide as a House Elf.

“Harry we're not...”

“Actually, we are." Harry beamed, "we just didn't know it, no one knows it. You see before Gordric Gryffindor passed away he had a son, who had a son, who had two sons or whatever. Eventually the Gryffindor line became Potter, and Longbottom. The Longbottom's are not pure Gryffindor blood, but we're still related, and you're still a descendant of THE Gordric Gryffindor.” Harry explained and Neville stared at him for a long moment.

“But Harry, Gordric died without a son. Both he and Ravenclaw.” he stated simply and Harry shook his head.

“Come on, I'll prove it.” he stated grinning a little as he stood up draining his mug and heading for the stairs, Neville setting down his still full glass on the table and following after Harry to pause in front of Gordric.

“Yes!?” Gordric demanded scowling at a grinning Harry.

“This is Neville Sir.” Harry said. “Neville Longbottom.” Gordric's eyes brightened a little and he examined Neville closely.

“Yes, yes he is.” Gordric stated. “I do not even need to test you to know that magic signature.” he admitted and Neville flushed a bright beet red and Gordric chuckled. “I bet your a genius when it comes to Herbology are you not? Touch a plant and know precisely what it requires, how to make it flourish, I would even wager that you are able to identify it's magical properties..hmm?" The Founders stern gaze softened as Neville nervously nodded his head. "A Gryffindor trait.” he stated proudly.

“You...you mean my..that...talent, it's hereditary!?” he demanded and Gordric laughed and nodded.

“Indeed!. It skips several generations, that is why your family was unaware of it.” he explained. “But you my boy will be able to grow plants that no one ever has before. I believe yours will be the strongest in ages!” he admitted and Neville flushed again, this time with pride.

“I never realized.” he admitted softly. Harry, knowing this must be a lot for his cousin to take in gently patted his back to not only show his support but he was proud of him.

“No one did Nev.” he admitted shaking his head. “I didn't know, hell Dumbledore doesn't even know, and try not to let him find out huh?” he asked smirking a little Neville lifting an eyebrow.

“What? Why not Harry?” he asked puzzled.

“Because you would die an 'untimely and purely accidental death.' Dumbledore has an agenda my dear cousin, and can't afford to have any powerful magic getting in the way. And by powerful magic I mean magic of any of the Founder's descendants. We are a threat to his reign of power.” Harry explained Gordric nodding growling lightly.

“Why don't you speak inside so I can join in?” Gordric suggested before leaving the portrait, undoubtedly heading to the one in his sitting room. Pulling his stunned cousin through the entrance Harry was surprised to be met by some very giddy elves intent on inspecting Neville thoroughly. The tall Gryffindor continued to blush fiercely as they went on about another great Gryffindor, and how very lucky they were.

They talked through the night, keying Neville in on everything, and simply getting close with each other, family bonding time, Harry realized, was always a nice thing and something he truly wanted more of. Gordric had 'gifted' Neville all of the Gryffendor Herbology tools. And Harry had promised they'd retrieve them from the family vaults as soon as it was safe. Neville had nearly passed out with pure joy.

The following morning after Neville had left, Bitty presented Harry with a long narrow package. There nestled in satin was his wand and it was a truly beautiful thing. He ran his fingers over the pure white rowan and gasped at the warmth that pulsed from his fingertips up through his arm. As he lifted the wand from the box, he saw a not beneath and quickly opened it to learn that the core consisted of unicorn hair, and ground albino dragon scales. The wand was nine inches and the handle was carved with foxes and vines in great detail. Harry realized that Areotip's really was a wand crafter, because the wand was not just a wand, it was Harry.

Sighing, Harry reluctantly sheathed his wand and focused on the many tasks he needed to complete that day. Finishing the cup of tea that was brought with his wand, he got up, straightened his ropes and headed down to the main common room. Going by nothing more than a magical hunch, he chose the stairway to the left of Gordric's and followed the stairs down until he came face to face with the austere Founder.

A shiver ran down Harry's spine as the two studied each other, neither blinking, neither willing to be the first to break the silence, thereby losing the upper hand.

“Is there a reason that you are here?” Salazar demanded, clearly annoyed that the brat in front of him would not speak first.

“My name is Harry Potter sir. And I am seeking entrance to you chambers in the hopes that we might discuss a few things.” he stated simply. “I've...well you, I've just come from Gringotts and...” Harry growled in frustration. 'Merlin he's intimidating, even for a bloody portrait' he thought to himself.

“Stop fidgeting and stuttering like an idiot and tell me the purpose for your presence!” Salazar demanded and Harry's eyes widened a little and his heart raced. Taking a deep breath, he stood up straight, squared his shoulders and met the penetrating gaze of Salazar.

“I beg your pardon sir, but your hostility is neither warranted nor appreciated.” he snapped back at Salazar who had the decency to appear startled. “That is no way to address me, Harry Potter, Heir of Gryffindor, especially when I am the one who just inherited your fortunes!” he snapped his eyes narrowing. “Now, if you are done yelling at me I would like to discuss a few things...starting with the inheritance.”

“My fortunes you say....well that does warrant a discussion I suppose." he mused watching the Gryffindor intently before scoffing. “I can sense that you possess Slytherin blood, though not an amount sufficient enough to be an Heir." Salazar deducted. "Therefore it can only be that the TRUE Heir is not worthy and you are all that remains.” Salazar said with a dramatic sweeping of his arm as if to signal that the discussion had drawn to a close. Harry felt as if the Lord Slytherin was keeping something from him, but he pressed that particular topic no further.

“If you insist upon furthering your line of questioning, I suggest you come inside and we shall speak in the privacy of my former quarters.” he snapped but Harry nodded and step through the portrait, the strong wards and into the main room.

Once inside Harry realized they were almost identical to Gordric's as far as the layout, but there was definitely a difference in interests. While Gordric's main room resembled a comfortable sitting room with soft, overstuffed furniture and book lined walls; Salazar's was more like a potions lab where work tables and countless cauldrons dominated the room and the shelved walls were filled with every potion ingredient imaginable crammed into jars, boxes and urns. Not to mention that everything was caked in what looked liked decades worth of dust; no energetic team of loyal house elves here - that was for sure. Harry did find two armchairs near the fireplace in at the back of the room. Seeing Salazar appear in the frame above the fireplace, Harry proceeded there and flopped down into on of the dark, forest green armchairs. Once the dust settled from him taking his seat he noticed that the chair was trimmed in silver.....'I'd take this over the gold and maroon any day' he thought to himself before catching himself.

“So Mr. Potter, you said that you wished to discuss matters with me?” Salazar demanded pulling Harry away from his internal House color debate.

“Yes Sir.” he admitted. “There are quite a few things, but maybe I could start with the most important?" he said offering a shy smile.

“And that would be?” he said in a voice that showed his interest even though his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“Wizarding, and more specifically Pure Blood culture. These are difficult times and I have found myself at the center of things carrying a great responsibility. I'm playing a game but not too sure about the rules. I need to know customs, protocol, etiquette, habits,...um rituals, table manners...anything, everything!” he exclaimed. “There are plans in motion within the wizarding world, within the Pure Blood hierarchy to be exact and I need that information in order to play my role.” he gasped out as he ran a shaking hand through his now long and shaggy hair.

“This will take a considerable amount of time Mr. Potter.” Salazar warned and Harry nodded.

“I'm willing to take all the time I need.” he admitted. “I'm willing to study for years on the wizarding laws if I have to. But the basics of the culture should be enough to get me started on my goals.” he admitted nodding and Salazar smirked a little. “I'm willing to take all the time that's needed.” he admitted. “If we could start with the basics that should tide me over so I can at least continue on towards my goals while you keep teaching me in more detail?" he said more as a question than a statement." But Salazar nodded, obviously agreeing with his idea.

“Well then Mr. Potter, you are about to get the learning of a lifetime. So you had better pay attention.”

“Yes Sir.” Harry stated with a small smile, listening intently as Salazar began the lesson.
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