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Meddling with Darkness	By : zoy_grey Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 32786 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 11
Disclaimer: I do not own nor make profit off of JK Rowling's world of Harry Potter, the characters or the timeline. Though I do own the plot that I came up with in this story.

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A/N: As I promised, here is the new chapter. I think some of the questions from the reviews will be answered in this part ;) I also want to give you a heads up regarding characters' names starting from this chapter. Because in this story Harry Potter is not really Harry Potter I'm changing his name; and since not every person in the story already knows his real identity, then some people will refer to him as Harry and some by his other name. I just hope it won't be too confusing and making things unpleasant to read :)

Chapter 9
With dread feeling, Sirius followed his brother into the main drawing chamber of the castle, that was used for meetings with Voldemort and his Death Eaters. The older Black really hated those meetings; just looking at the snake like face of the wizard made him feel sick.
“Why are you even dressed like this?” he asked a bit annoyed, seeing how willingly his brother dressed into his Death Eater attire. “It’s not like you have to wear a disguise in front of me or…the Dark-One.”
Regulus couldn’t help but roll his eyes hearing the new nickname Sirius gave Voldemort, “To most people I’m still among the dead, remember?...And we’re having a guest today.”
Sirius was about to protest, but he was pushed into the chamber. The Dark Lord was already there; he was sitting at the head of a long mahogany table, in the centre of the room. A few seats further sat Lucius Malfoy; the man smirked the moment he saw Sirius.
“I still can’t believe that Sirius Black joined the Dark Lord,” commented the blond when the Black brothers sat at the opposite side of the table.
“I joined no one. I’m just doing what’s best for my son,” Sirius retorted.
“Oh splendid, it took you only fourteen years to realise what’s best for the boy,” said Lucius.
“How generous of me to overlook some of the mistakes my supporters are making, then,” Voldemort hissed and sent a death glare towards Malfoy; it was clear the older wizard wasn’t going to let the loss of his diary went by easily. “I believe the boy is already in a safe place.”
“Yes, my Lord,” answered the blond unable to look the other man in the eyes; he knew he made a mistake and sooner or later, Voldemort would want some sort of payback for it. “Draco safely brought him to Malfoy Manor yesterday. Narcissa and I will make sure to explain the pureblood traditions and beliefs to him.”
“He has to know the whole truth first and I can teach him the pureblood ways myself. I’m his father, it’s my duty to do so and no one else’s,” Sirius’ voice was calm, but at the same time incredibly strained and almost icy cold. Yes, he has made unforgivable mistakes in the past, for which he was paying dearly, but he had enough of everyone around telling him how to deal with his own son; he couldn’t be there for him when he was a baby, but now he wasn’t going to let anyone take even more of that precious father-son time away.
“I reckon, you are not the only parent he has,” Lucius said through clenched teeth.
“Precisely,” hissed Voldemort turning to face Sirius. “This is the most crucial part that needs to be done as soon as possible. The boy needs to know the whole truth and get used to the new situation, as he will no doubt play a major role in Dumbledore’s scheme. We need to know what his opinion on the entire war matter is. We can’t risk any mishaps, like last time.”
“We already lost some of our people,” spoke Regulus, who kept silent until now. “Barty Crouch Jr. was killed during his escape from Hogwarts last month.”
“Barty was getting out of hand. To reach our goals we have to change tactics. We can’t have Death Eaters wreak havoc in both Muggle and wizarding world. Dumbledore and his Order will always use that against us. We need to act from the inside; convincing the public we’re doing exactly what they want and show them it’s the headmaster who’s making their lives complicated,” explained the Dark Lord with an evil gleam in his eyes. “We already have Sirius working against the old man. Now we need to get as many people from his surroundings cooperating with us, so that he won’t see his end coming.”
Voldemort scanned the faces of his listeners. He didn’t have to question Regulus’ opinion on the plan; he was more than certain the man agreed with him wholeheartedly. Lucius seemed somewhat relieved; the wizard probably thought he’d be expected to fight and kill again, which he wasn’t too eager to do, after he settled down as the head of his family. The most unpredictable was the older Black. The man could be so rash, one never knew what came to his mind. The only consolation was the fact, the wizard seemed dead set on wining his son’s love. Voldemort could only hope, his plans wouldn’t go all to naught, when the boy met his other parent.
“I trust you to take care of protection wards at Grimmauld Place and arranging a meeting with the boy,” he addressed his words to both Blacks.
“It shall be done,” answered shortly Regulus, bowed his head slightly and headed outside, taking his brother with him.
“I still have further matters to discuss with you, though, Lucius,” the dark wizard announced when the blond moved to leave as well.
“As you wish, my Lord,” he answered taking his seat once more. “How can I be of help?”
“I want you to arrange a meeting with your school friend,” said
Voldemort, when the door shut behind Regulus. “However, neither our dear potions master nor Dumbledore can suspect it to be related to my person.”
“Understood.”
“Also, I need you to find us a remarkably good solicitor who shares our beliefs,” said the Dark Lord. “If this person wins the case I’m planning for him…he’ll be the richest and most popular lawyer for winning the biggest case the British wizarding world has had in centuries.”

As soon as they left the drawing chamber, Sirius and Regulus went back to the private wing of the castle. It didn’t escape the younger man’s notice that the other man became uncharacteristically silent and gloomy. Of course he didn’t expect Sirius to be happy to meet with Voldemort and Lucius, but still something felt off about his behaviour.
“What’s bothering you?” he finally asked, when they reached the smaller, private drawing chamber. “Is it because of Lucius?”
Sirius snorted, “I couldn’t care less about his opinion. He never liked me.”
“Then what is it?”
“All that rubbish about changing tactics,” he said with a sneer. “As if anyone believes he could solve problems differently than by force. People…good people were dying for his cause, and they will be dying again.”
“Now you’re being unfair,” said Regulus; sadness and disappointment in his eyes. Maybe they’ve made a mistake keeping harsh truth away from him. “Last war, you decided to remain neutral and accepted us supporting the Dark Lord. We all understood how you didn’t want to fight your friends, hence why we also accepted your choice. We kept the most difficult problems to deal with away from you, so that the Order wouldn’t force you to do things you’d regret. Now I see, we probably shouldn’t have done that and let you know everything, so that you had a full view of the situation.”
“What are you talking about Regulus?” frustrated Sirius paced there and forth in front of the fireplace. “Don’t you get it? If someone attacks another person, then the other side will seek revenge; and then those others will want revenge too; and so it will go in circles. You can’t force people to see the world the way you do. Especially when you use violence.”
The younger brother smiled weakly, “Don’t get me wrong Sirius. In no case, do I encourage violence, but I still dare to disagree with what you just said.”
Sirius watched his brother in disbelief, nervously playing with a silver band on his ring-finger.
“Should I remind you how you got acquainted with your husband?” the wizard wanted to protest, but was cut short by Regulus’ monologue. “The two of you were as different as possible and yet you made it work. Don’t try to deny it. You still care for him….otherwise you would have taken the ring off years ago, but you didn’t. You managed to keep it safe even in Azkaban. You’re a living proof of my point. One cannot force others to share his beliefs, but they can respect each other and try to make the differences between them work together for mutual benefits.”

Harry had to admit that if someone told him a week ago that living at Malfoy Manor could be fun, he’d think they went barmy. Now, however, he would even say, that he was having one of the best summer breaks ever. The Malfoys were a perfectly normal family when they dropped their cold and reserved masks. Of course, compared to the Weasleys, there were a few rules and restrictions one had to stick to at Draco’s house, but in Harry’s opinion those were pretty reasonable rules.
The teen got his own room in the guest wing of the manor. Harry was amazed by the size of the room – it was almost three times the size of the space he had at Privet Drive; moreover, the room had en suite facilities - a shower and a big bathtub. In his bedroom he had a big, double bed, a walk-in closet, two sofas and, Harry’s personal favourite, a bay window with the view of the garden in the back of the building.
The only awkward parts of the day were family meals. The Malfoys were dining in a big dining chamber and every member of the family was present; even Lucius and his father, Abraxas. Harry still tensed up every time he had to eat with the two men, whose overall demeanour gave the boy feeling he was an unwanted guest. Thankfully, Draco and his mother made up for that attitude and kept explaining it wasn’t his fault. According to them, both Lucius and Abraxas were glad to host him, but felt bad that they unintentionally offended their relative. Thinking about it, Harry had to admit that was also the reason why he felt awkward in Draco’s father’s presence – after all, he acted quite cheeky towards the man in the past. The fact that Abraxas spent most of the time in his study and Lucius out doing business, made it easier for Harry to actually feel at home.
Every day they ate delicious food from all around the world and the most surprising part was, the house elves – Mitzi, Jissi and Fizzy – were excited whenever they were asked to prepare the most unbelievable and exotic dishes. Harry spent most of his days with Draco playing Quidditch and brewing potions in the dungeons. The blond showed him some fun to make potions that his parents taught him when he was a kid. Those potions didn’t serve any purpose other than to have fun and encourage young witches and wizards to practice brewing. After brewing entire box of colourful potions that could be used only for pranks like
changing someone’s hair colour and such, Harry discovered he actually started enjoying brewing potions.
“Look at all this,” Draco said excited, carrying the box of potions into a storage cabinet. ”We have enough to prank at least entire year of Gryffindors.”
“Draco!” Harry reprimanded him, but at the same time shook his head amused at how eager his friend was to torment other students.
“Oh come on! Tell me, with a straight face, that you wouldn’t like to get back at some of your housemates for how they treated you last year,” the blond stared at him with raised eyebrow. “Ha! I knew it!” he laughed heartily and added. “There’s nothing wrong with that. You don’t have to be an angel, especially when others get on your nerves.”
“If someone gets on my nerves I’m gonna send you to deal with them,” Harry laughed at how Draco acted like his personal bodyguard at times.
“Gladly,” the blond smiled seeing how relaxed and happy the other boy was; he was glad that he managed to get back his friend, his cousin, even if he couldn’t count on anything more between them. “Seriously Harry, professor Snape would be proud of you seeing all those potions.”
The dark haired teen snorted, “As if he was even capable of being nice to me.”
“You have to admit, his attitude towards you has changed,” noticed Draco and led them out of the dungeons.
“That’s probably because you told him you’re my friend and potions tutor. I doubt it means he hates me any less now.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” said the blond. “I’m pretty sure he had a grudge against James Potter and not you personally.”
They were about to walk upstairs to the library, but out of the drawing room came out Narcissa. She seemed in a hurry; dressed elegant, as always, in a long, dark blue dress.
“I was looking for you boys,” she said stopping in front of them. “I’m leaving to meet with your father,” she looked at Harry and smiled warmly. “I should be back before dinner, but just in case anyone shows up asking about me, tell them I’m…”
“Visiting Margo and Julien,” Draco automatically finished her sentence.
“Exactly,” she smiled even wider and kissed both of their foreheads. “The house is almost ready. I’m certain Sirius will want to show you your ancestors’ house.” With that said, she vanished into Lucius’ office to use the Floo Network.
“I never got to ask this before,” Harry asked catching Draco’s attention. “Who are these Margo and Julien, anyway?”
“People you don’t want to mess around with,” the blond laughed. “But seriously, they are the craziest and most talented robes designers in Paris. Mother is kind of their patron. She sponsored a few of their collections.”
The rest of the day was pleasant, but uneventful. Draco and Harry spent their afternoon in the library, browsing books and trying out the most ridiculous spells they’ve managed to find. They haven’t noticed how quickly the time went by, until Jissi appeared in the room to call them for dinner.
When they came down for the meal, everyone was already there. Narcissa was smiling and looked very proud of herself; she later informed them they’ve managed to successfully put strong blood wards inside 12 Grimmauld Place and even if Dumbledore and entire Order tried to find any secrets of the Black family, they wouldn’t be able to
do so.
Harry was a bit unsure what to think about the blood wards Narcissa and Sirius were setting up. “Isn’t blood magic…dangerous and…wrong?” the teen finally asked and noticed everyone fall silent.
Malfoys stared at him in disbelief, but no one said a word. After an awkward moment, Abraxas started explaining, “Blood magic is indeed a difficult and tricky one, but also the most potent. One should not engage in it half-heartedly, but with the right motivation it can give you unbelievable protection. You might not feel it right now, but you share a strong magical bond with your blood relations. It’s important not to weaken that bond.”
Draco glanced at the boy and smiled to himself; he was very lucky to have Harry as his cousin, as his blood relative. The fact that they shared such a family bond made up for the unrequited love towards him. He was also glad that the teen seemed to relax around his family more and more with every day.
“Could I help with the blood wards too, then?” Harry asked. All of a sudden he realised he felt somewhat lonely, even though the Malfoys looked after him. In the past, he thought he was Harry Potter, an orphan; now, he knew his parents were alive, but he hardly ever saw Sirius, and he didn’t have a clue who was his mother. He wanted to help at least with the wards, if his blood had such a power; but no one even asked him for help, as if they didn’t need him.
“You have never dealt with blood magic,” explained Lucius, who tried to get on good or at least civil terms with the boy. “The spells could backfire and hurt you without proper training.”
“I see,” was all Harry could say.
They continued with dinner, but the dark haired teen couldn’t get rid of the annoying feeling of loneliness. He kept poking at his food; he wasn’t even hungry anymore.
“Please excuse me, but I’m tired,” he told them and stood up from the table. “I’d like to go to bed early, if you don’t mind.”
“Of course,” Abraxas was the only one able to react.
Draco’s gaze followed his cousin until he vanished up the stairs. Then he turned to face his parents who seemed to be having a silent conversation. Minutes later, Narcissa called Fizzy to bring her a black, velvet box. She opened it and took out a photograph.
“Narcissa love, are you sure you want to show it to him?” asked Lucius.
“You can hardly restrain yourself from telling him about his other parent,” saying this she gave the photo to Draco. “He deserves to know at least this much.”
The teen watched the moving picture. He recognized the place - it was his old nursery here at the manor. On a deep green blanket laid two babies; one with barely visible white blond hair; the other with short black hair and dark eyes.
“November 1980, Draco and…” the teen paused and smiled to his family. “Is that his name?”
“Yes,” Mrs Malfoy nodded. “You can take it to him.”
“Please excuse me,” Draco bowed his head slightly to his parents and grandfather, and hurriedly went upstairs, to the guest wing.

It was dark in the room. Only a faint moonlight was allowing to see the outline of the furniture.
Draco opened the door and walked in without waiting for the other boy’s response.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Not really,” came a voice from the window. The blond noticed the other boy sitting by the bay window, with his forehead pressed to the glass.
“Hey, talk to me. What’s bothering you?” Draco asked calmly, sitting on the window sill, facing Harry.
The dark haired teen hesitated; he didn’t want the blond to misunderstand, but finally he sighed heavily and said, “I feel kinda…lonely…kind of like I’m…nobody.”
“What are you talking about?” Draco was completely taken aback by such words. “Don’t even think that way.”
“It’s just that…I know nothing about myself. There are so many secrets. Four months ago I was Harry Potter…now I’m not. Sirius is my father? Ok, I accepted that and I’m happy to have a parent, but what does it mean for me? Am I Harry Black or Sirius Black Jr.? I don’t even know who is my mother.”
“I wish I had all the answers you need, but I don’t. All I know is that you’re my cousin and that I will always be there for you,” Draco took out the old photograph his mother gave him and handed it to the other teen.
“Is that…us?” the black haired boy asked; Draco only nodded and told him to look at the back of it. “November 1980, Draco and…Orion.”
“Orion Black,” the blond said proudly and smiled, “I think it suits you better
than Harry Potter.”
“Draco?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you,” the dark haired teen smiled heartily. “When we’re among family, can you…call me Orion?”
“Gladly,” the blond smiled and stood up to leave.
“One more thing,” said young Black. “I know Sirius is my dad, but…I’m not used to having a parent. Could you teach me how to…address and behave towards one’s father?”
“We have entire summer to make you into a perfect son and heir to the pureblood family…cousin.”

Severus had enough of everything. It’s been only two weeks or so since the summer break started and yet he already felt the need to strangle someone; Dumbledore in particular. The headmaster not only forced him to join the Order of the Phoenix, but also to work with Black and Lupin. If that wasn’t enough, Albus asked him to keep track of every Death Eater he knew. That request resulted in Severus traveling around the country to check on dozens of witches and wizards.
About three days ago, he received a letter from Lucius, inviting him to Malfoy Manor. That was exactly the thing Severus dreaded. Everyone knew Lucius supported the Dark Lord, so naturally the potions master should keep a closer eye on the man, but he didn’t want to. He was, first of all, friends with Lucius and he really didn’t want to inform the Order about the wizard. He couldn’t leave the invitation without an answer for long, though, and he finally decided to visit the Malfoys.
He apparated to the well-known manor and was quickly greeted by one of the house elves.
“Mr Severus, inside please,” Mitzi bowed very low and led the way into the foyer. “Master Lucius waiting for Mr.”
It has been years since the last time the potions master was in this place, but it hasn’t changed much. It was still very well kept and grand.
“Severus,” he heard Malfoy’s voice on the stairs. “Good to see you. Please, join me.”
Without a word, the wizard walked up the stairs and followed Lucius to the library, if he remembered the way correctly. The blond stopped before entering and with a serious face looked at the man.
“I’ve invited you here, because I wanted you to know about something that might bring you comfort after all those years. On the other hand, it might also cause you pain at the beginning.”
“What are you talking about, Lucius?” asked Severus, completely baffled.
“Come in,” the blond held the door to the library open, motioning for his guest to enter. “I’ll explain inside.”
Severus gracefully walked into the room and looked around. Only then did he notice he and Lucius weren’t the only people inside. Further into the room there was a small coffee table, some sofas and armchairs. In the armchair facing him sat Narcissa, smiling weakly to him; next to her, on the sofa set Draco and Potter. The thing that infuriated him the most, though, was the person sitting in an armchair, with his back to Severus.
“What is he doing here?!” the potions master snarled. “How could you even let him into your house? After everything he has done?!”
“Severus, please calm down and have a seat,” Narcissa suggested in a calm but firm voice. The man, however refused to sit and talk with Sirius; and to be honest, she couldn’t blame him. Nonetheless, today was more about young Orion and not Sirius’ past. “Severus…please.”
Lucius sighed relieved and smiled to his wife, thanking her for handling the situation. He then followed Severus to the empty seats. The blond wizard watched the faces of everyone gathered – Narcissa was calm, but slightly emotional about the circumstances; Sirius looked completely defeated; Orion seemed surprised, but also clueless; and Draco was observing every move and gesture, most likely suspecting what might come.
“May I ask, what is professor Snape doing here?” the black haired teen asked uncertain; searching for explanation from the adults.
“It’s alright, dear. Severus knows the story, he just needs to listen to Sirius’ point of view…like we all do,” explained Narcissa, before the potions master could snap at the teen.
After a reassuring smile from the woman and a snort from Severus, Sirius turned to look at Orion and started his tale.
“You already know that during last war, most of my family supported Voldemort and I tried to stay neutral. To protect both my relatives and friends I tried to get involved in the battles and scheming as little as possible,” the man fiddled nervously with the silver ring on his hand and ignored Severus’ annoyed huffing. “At that time I also got married.”
“To a Death Eater,” the dark haired boy noted. Seeing how unfazed Potter was by that information, Severus became lost; he was wondering exactly how much did the brat know; not to mention why would Sirius even reveal such details to his godson.
“Yes. You see, due to a certain…experimental potion, out of the two of us…it was me who became pregnant,” the wizard paused to give the teen time for the information to sink in. the fact that Draco and everyone else in the room seemed unmoved by the idea of a pregnant man, helped Orion take it calmly. “Everything was going well until my younger brother went missing and was later declared dead. Then weeks later, my father passed away and then came the worst. Severus overheard a prophecy about
a boy born at the end of July; a boy who was supposed to defeat the Dark Lord.”
“We all know that part,” snarled potions master.
“The thing I didn’t tell anyone was that Wormtail either spied on me or heard somewhere that I have a son born at the end of July. He hinted that the Dark Lord will not spare the life of any child that fits the prophecy,” Sirius hid his face in his hands. “I didn’t know what to do; what to believe and who to trust.”
“And you decided to hide your son?” asked Draco, gently pushing the man to continue his story.
“I wanted, but I couldn’t think of a safe enough place. Then I’ve contacted James. I knew Dumbledore hid them somewhere with Harry. I was surprised James arranged a meeting right away, at Potter Manor. He didn’t know who the baby was, but agreed to hide it with them in Godric’s Hollow and to protect. What I didn’t know at that time was that my godson, Harry passed away few months after his birth. I confirmed it this winter…I saw the little grave at the Potter Manor.”
“You’re out of your mind,” commented Severus. He thought the wizard went mental in Azkaban. If that wasn’t Harry Potter sitting in front of them then who was it…James Potter’s reincarnation?
“I’m in my right mind, thank you. I have a proof, a letter from James himself, that he noticed the resemblance between the baby and its parents, but he chose to keep quiet about it. Dumbledore knew all along. The old coot jumped to the conclusion I had an affair with Lily, so he used a glamour to make the boy look nothing like…”
“Enough,” interrupted him a quiet, ice cold voice of Snape. The potions master closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose in irritation.
Everyone in the room could see the man was on the verge of snapping and barely contained his anger, but Sirius knew he had to continue, “But it’s true! I saw the Dark Lord’s memories. That night he went to Godric’s Hollow not to kill Harry Potter, because he frankly didn’t give a damn about the prophecy! He went there to get Orion back…”
“I said enough!” Severus finally snapped. His magic got out of control and with the sudden outburst, books from the nearby shelves went flying, just to land on the floor seconds later. The wizard moved dangerously close to Sirius and with despair filled eyes he continued. “You have no right to talk about Orion; to say you had his best interest at heart. You have no idea how it feels to lose a husband and search for your son for a year just to find out your baby is dead.”
Watching the scene before him, the black haired teen unconsciously grabbed Draco’s hand. The blond didn’t mind that at all; such reaction was understandable, but with every word the potions master uttered, the boy’s grip tightened; and that wasn’t a good sign.
“I could overlook every prank and taunt you and your friends made me go through in school, because when we became family I thought I was the luckiest wizard in the world. But then you took it all away from me. Was that supposed to be your master prank to torment me? Our son is dead and I’m reminded of it painfully every time I see Potter.”
“Severus,” Lucius touched his arm to catch his attention. Only then the black haired wizard got out of his rage and noticed worried expressions on everyone’s face; and all of them glancing Potter’s way.
“Pup, please,” Sirius quietly begged his son to say something, but the boy was just shaking his head in denial. Black turned to his husband and demanded, ”Lift your right sleeve.”
“What are you trying to prove?” Severus huffed annoyed.
“Please, my friend,” Lucius tried convincing the man. Finally potions master made an exasperated sigh, unbuttoned his sleeve and lifted the fabric above his elbow, revealing a dark birth mark in the crook of his elbow; a birth mark that looked almost like a crescent.
“No,” the teen managed to say and shook his head in denial again. “This can’t be true. It just can’t…I don’t want it to be true!”
Before anyone could say or do something, the young wizard got up on his feet and ran out of the library. Narcissa and Lucius didn’t know what to do with themselves or Sirius and Severus, for that matter. Sirius looked completely heartbroken, while Severus was confused and had a grim feeling about what just happened.
“Orion!” Draco was the only one to say something.
“Why did you call him that?” the potions master asked feeling like he was running out of air and that dreadful feeling inside him kept growing. He had no reason to distrust the blond teen; he never lied to him before.
“He has the exact same birth mark. And he is my cousin…Orion Black,” announced Draco and left the library to find his cousin.

A/N: Hope you liked it and once again, sorry for any language mistakes ^^' I should be updating sometime around weekend again, but after that I'll take a two weeks break, because I'm going to have guests, which doesn't really help find time for writing ;)
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