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A Different Kind of Hero	By : JunjouSlashGirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53263 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 9: Telling Part-Truths
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Hermione had just gone down to fetch Molly, Arthur, Fred and George. He stood in front of the small window, stroking Hedwig absentmindedly and looking into the garden. Ron sat silently on his own cot, leaving him space to think.
Harry wished that Lucius could be here for this. He really didn't want to tell everybody about his supposed inheritance, even though he would not tell them everything. The truth would be that he had been turned, due to Lucius’ betrayal of Voldemort and the fact that he had been bound to the man back then and that they were soul mates. That was not a story he would tell Sirius soon, if ever. The animagus would flip if he was told that his underage nephew was mated to a 32 year old man, who happened to be the former Death Eater, Lucius Malfoy.
The knock on the door made him turn around and a moment later Molly, Arthur, Fred and George stepped in. Harry could see surprise and recognition on the older Weasley’s faces, the twins needed a moment longer to take in Harry’s new appearance and what it meant and then they too, were gaping. Arthur closed the door quickly, before whispering, as if afraid of being overheard: "Harry, what is the meaning of this?"
He fidgeted nervously. If he had a choice, he wouldn't tell anybody anything; this whole inheritance and mated to one of most influential men in the wizarding world thing made him uncomfortable. Did the minister even possess as much power as his mate did? Harry supposed that only Dumbledore could rival him in that aspect, that really was a disturbing thought. How was it possible that he, who hated fame and attention, was not only the boy-who-lived but also mated to someone who stood even more in the spotlight than himself?
"I have come into my inheritance recently," Harry started a bit hesitant. "My... future mate has sent me these clothes and that is the reason why I want to talk to you."
Molly and Arthur nodded in understanding and Harry went on:
"From Ron I have heard that you all know what the clothes imply, but I am sure that neither Remus nor Sirius are aware of it. Remus parents were both Muggle-born and Sirius never paid attention to those kinds of things, and I want it to stay that way."
"Why my dear?" Molly asked softly, her face not showing whether she approved of his wish or not.
Harry sighed: "I would not usually wear these clothes if it would not offend my mate by doing so. But I found my mate just recently and it is still fresh and I am still young. Remus as a werewolf and Sirius, because he just is like that, would want to know everything about my mate and I, especially if they found out how important my mate is. They would want to protect me from the extra burden and maybe even be afraid that I could be used. It will be complicated enough to tell them about all this, but it would be too much to tell them the rest as well."
Molly and Arthur’s eyes softened: "We can understand that."
"Us too," the twins agreed in unison.
"But what will you tell them?" George asked curiously.
"I will just tell them that I have found my mate and that the person has a special sense of fashion;" Harry grinned, scratching the back of his neck. He brushed one of the scratches on his neck accidentally and a shiver ran down his spine. Blushing, he concentrated back on the Weasley’s, glad that his blushes were invisible now: "I will tell everybody tomorrow at breakfast."
Molly sighed: "Normally I do not support lying, but in this instance I can understand your concern. I hope my daughter will get the hint."
Harry winced. He really hoped that as well, but he did not believe that it would actually happen.
" I will try to not be harsh with her if she doesn't. Sooner or later she will give up on me," Harry said.
"She can be very..." Fred began.
"... thick headed," George ended.
"I still don't understand why it so important that Sirius and Remus do not find out the meaning of the clothes," Arthur frowned.
"There are only a few people around the world who are allowed to wear these kinds of clothes and they would be able to figure out who my mate is that way. But I am really not ready to take my relationship out in the open. I am only fifteen, that means that we will at least court for another two years, until I am off age," Harry explained.
"This really is a huge burden," Arthur mused.
"Oh man, you really are a magnet for the extraordinary, aren't you?" Fred laughed.
"I guess," Harry shrugged.
"So," George whispered and he and his twin brother stepped closer to Harry, laying their arms around his shoulders so that Ron would not hear them.
"Who is your sugar daddy?" Fred asked.
Harry spluttered, but the twins only grinned knowingly: "Admit it; that is the main reason why you don't want..." George said.
"...to tell Sirius and Remus, or Ron for that matter, who he really is." Fred smirked.
"How do you know?" Harry wanted to know.
"Ron must not have paid attention very well to mum and dad, but your clothes are a special type, only worn by submissive males. If you were the dominant, or if your mate were a woman, you would wear long pants and not these very seductive short ones," they explained.
Harry tried not to look too embarrassed, but failed.
"And we have listened to your exact words; you never said that you both were still too young for mating." Fred laughed.
"Well, I sure can understand why you don't want to tell them; your godfather can be very protective and a werewolf is always very worried about their pups," George grinned.
Sighing Harry admitted: "You are right about everything, but I still won't tell you his name."
The twins pouted, but let go of him.
"We will help you then my dear," Molly promised and went over to the door, only to be held back by her husband: "Which inheritance did you receive?"
"I really don't want to tell you... not until I have come to terms with everything as well," Harry said, an apologetic look on his face. To his relief Arthur nodded and Molly added:
"But tell us some day, ok? You sure are no Veela, but that still leaves a lot of possibilities."
Harry nodded, only now realizing that he had unconsciously made a very wise decision by telling everybody that he had received an inheritance. Even if someone would search for a possible creature, like Hermione would most likely do, they wouldn't find anything; the vampire gene was considered an illness, like the werewolf gene, you could not inherit it, you could only get infected with it.
Molly motioned to Fred and George and the Weasley’s left. Harry went down into the library to look for Hermione. Ron had fallen asleep on his cot and knowing that his brainy friend would want a word with him in privacy, he quietly left with only Nagini at his heels.
His friend looked up when he stepped into the dusty room. She sat in one of the armchairs by the chess board and he settled down across of her, waiting for her to decide what to say or ask first.
"You are the submissive, aren't you?" she finally asked.
Harry nodded.
"The books say that your uniform is the one worn by a submissive," Hermione elaborated.
"I know, Fred and George told me," he answered.
Her eyes widened and guessing what her question would be he quickly answered: "Ron still doesn't know, his brothers pulled me into a corner to tell me and I believe he had already fallen asleep at that point."
"I am normally not one for lying, but it might be easier to not tell him about you being the submissive. His reaction earlier was..."
"Not good." Harry finished.
"I will prepare him slowly. You will not mate for the next two years, until then he will be fine with that belief," she sighed before her face became stern: "Did your mate injure you?"
"No," he answered simply and in his eyes it was not even a lie. He would not consider the scratches and bruises on his neck injuries; they were markings, given to him by his dominant in an intimate moment of passion or care.
Hermione eyed him wearily, as if she didn't know if she should believe him or not. In the end she said: "But you will tell me if he ever harms you?"
"He would never," Harry replied calmly.
"But you would tell me?" she pressed.
Sighing he nodded: "If he ever harms me, I will tell you."
"Good," she smiled, before opening the book she had been reading earlier: "I found something about the council families of Britain. They were really secretive, so it isn’t much, but it is interesting."
"Tell me," Harry prompted, he suspected that he should learn as much about the council thing as he could find.
"There had been three families at the beginning, each one making up one of the three percent of the most noble, richest and powerful Pureblood families: The Dumbledore’s, the Peverell’s and the Malfoy’s."
Harry nodded to show that he understood; he had already guessed that he would hear his mate’s name and even to hear his headmaster’s family name was no real surprise either, there had always been rumours that Albus was just one more very talented member of an old family.
"The Peverell’s died out in the late Middle Ages and around 150 years ago the Dumbledore’s lost their status in the council, due to bad marriages and money loss. Today there is only the Malfoy family left who can still be considered a part of the council that make the whole three percent, even though there is now only Lucius Malfoy left; but every other family is just not Pureblooded enough or rich enough and you need both."
"At least we know that Harry’s girlfriend is from another country," Ron suddenly appeared next to them; he had obviously awoken and come down to catch the last sentence. "I bet she is an exotic beauty," the red head grinned.
"My mate is very attractive," Harry agreed, winking at Hermione.
"I really want to know which kind of creature you are," he mused.
"I won't tell you," Harry grinned and stood up to change into his old t-shirt and shorts before Sirius or Remus could find him.
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That evening, when Sirius entered the bedroom he shared with his best friend and secret long-term crush Remus, he found a folded letter on his pillow. He had just picked it up, when his friend entered asking: "What have you got there?"
"I don't know, it's a letter," he answered.
Remus came over and sat down across from him on his own bed, commanding: "Open it, I bet it is from Harry."
It was indeed a letter from Harry. His godson’s scratchy signature was written at the bottom of the parchment. He read the short note and frowned in confusion.
"What did he write?" Remus asked and sat down next to him.
"Not much. He said that he has to tell me something at breakfast tomorrow and it will depend on my reaction whether he forgives me for earlier or not."
"I believe he wants to make sure that you can react like an adult. You should not have forgotten that his cousin bullied him," Remus patted his arm reassuringly.
Sirius sighed, worry heavy in his voice; he had not wanted what had happened at their breakfast to escalate like this, he had only meant to tell a funny little story. "So what shall I do?"
"Just remember that whatever he tells you tomorrow, that he is still Harry; your godson and James’ son, before you react in any way," Remus advised him.
"I will try, but I can't help my temper sometimes. It was already bad back at school, but it has gotten worse since Azkaban," he sighed, hating himself for not considering Harry’s feelings this morning.
"I know Padfoot. I know."
"Do you think that Harry’s home life might have been worse than we thought?" He asked after a minute of silence, looking up to meet his old friend’s eyes. Moony only shrugged:
"I don't know and I doubt that Harry will ever tell us."
Nodding, Sirius rolled the parchment up and placed it on his night stand, before letting himself fall onto the bed. "I only hope he will forgive me," he mused.
"He will, I am sure. Harry is kind-hearted and forgiving and he loves you like no one else," his friend tried to soothe him, but somehow without succeeding. Closing his eyes, he thought about what Harry might want to tell him. Was it big, shocking news; like Harry finding out that he was gay? Sirius snorted inwardly, Harry didn't seem like the type to turn out gay, not with all the hero issues; and even if it was something like that, he would not be shocked. He was in love with a man as well after all and Harry had sounded too serious for it to be something simple like that.
So what was it then? Did he have a horrible vision about Voldemort? About some huge, horrible plan to murder them all? He honestly hoped that it wouldn't be something like that, but it sadly sounded more likely than his first thought.
Sighing for the hundredth time, he realized that he just had to wait until the next morning and be patient.
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The next morning Harry dressed in the same auburn outfit he had tried out the day before. He had even fastened the waistcoat himself, after getting a detailed explanation from Hermione. He was careful not to tie it much tighter than Hermione had done, but he had more power than her and it was difficult. Once his friends had reassured him that he looked good, he quickly ate one of his blood drops to calm his nerves and they went downstairs.
On his way to the kitchen, he thought about the last night. He had lain awake far longer than the night before. The feeling of loneliness increased with every day and even Nagini’s soothing presence had not helped much. On top of that, as soon as he had fallen asleep; the last night with his mate, where they had shared blood and Lucius had played his body like an instrument had started to repeat itself in his dream. He had woken up with a hard- on, but to his relief, he must have been silent enough during his dream, otherwise his friends would not be able to look him in his eyes right now.
Sighing, he tried to push his thoughts of Lucius out of his mind, but every time he closed his eyes for a moment, he could see his mate’s long legs or strong chest, his piercing silver-red eyes or those beautiful fangs of his. He saw him lifting an eyebrow or smirking at him and imagined his sharp claws gliding over his neck. He shuddered and quickly fought against the tingling feeling in his lower abdomen; Remus would surely be able to smell an erection and he wanted to avoid this embarrassing situation and the even more embarrassing talk that was bound to follow.
Another matter on his mind was his grouchy Potions Professor, whom he had not seen since the day before. Snape had told him, that he needed some time, but how long was some time?
His musing was interrupted, when they reached the door to the kitchen. They had come down late, so that everybody would be there already.
"Are you ready?" Hermione whispered and he nodded without conviction.
"We are behind you, man," Ron slapped him on his shoulder and he pushed the door open. Immediately all eyes were drawn to him. His eyes searched for Sirius, who was gaping and Snape, who had raised an eyebrow, before slowly striding over to his usual seat, but didn't sit down.
Clearing his throat awkwardly he said: "I really don't know how I should break this news to all of you... " he started unsurely. Maybe he should have written down a speech before hand?
"I have come into my inheritance and due to a fortunate incident I have also found my future mate already."
Silence rag through the room and so he felt the need to elaborate: "I really didn't want to tell you all so soon, because everything is still so new, but my mate has sent me these clothes and I can’t just refuse to wear them only to avoid having to tell you all so early."
Sirius mouth opened and closed like a fish, unable to form coherent words, so it was Remus who asked the first question.
"When did it happen?"
Harry had really not thought about the answer and he was suddenly far too nervous to make up a good story; luckily, Snape must have noticed his predicament: "He came into his inheritance a few days after I brought him to his relative’s house and it was in muggle London where he met his mate."
"And why didn't you tell us Sni...Snape?" Sirius asked, correcting himself quickly, but succeeded to put so much venom in Snape’s name that it sounded like an insult nonetheless.
"Because, it was not my news to tell. Mating is a private matter, as you should know Black," Snape bit out.
Sirius glared at his old rival one last time and then turned back to Harry: "These clothes are... different."
Harry grinned at him; Sirius’ reaction had been so typical for the animagus: "I know, but they suit me, don't they?" He had quickly noticed that they really were not as uncomfortable as they looked. The fabric was unbelievably soft and as a being that didn't need to breathe, even the tight waistcoats weren’t a problem. Besides, Hermione had been right: The garments suited his character and he liked the dollish look they gave him.
"They do," Remus agreed, smiling softly.
Sirius cleared his throat and then asked carefully: "Would you tell me a bit more about your inheritance and your mate?" It was clear to Harry that the man did his best to behave like a good godfather and restrain his wild temper and he appreciated the effort.
"There is really not much I can tell you... it is still so new and I haven't figured out everything myself. But I can tell you that I am no longer human and that my mate is filthy rich," he snickered.
"I can see that," Sirius laughed and his eyes went up and down Harry’s body, making him blush uncomfortably, but Remus only sniffed the air and then frowned:
"You don’t smell different in any way. Do you wear glamours?"
Harry averted his eyes and he could feel the accusing glares of his two best friends on his neck. He could understand them in some way, but showing them how he looked without a glamour, would have given too much away and he really didn't want his friends to panic because he had turned into a monster - which he hadn't, thanks to Lucius, but he would not be able to tell them that part and thus it was better to deal with their anger.
"Well, yeah, I don't want everybody to know what I am, at least not yet and it would be very obvious without the glamours," he mumbled.
"Do you really have to hide yourself at Grimmauld Place? I mean, no strange people can enter here," Sirius asked.
"But I don't trust everyone either..." at the hurt looks on his friends and families faces he quickly said: "What if Mundungus shows up?"
Sirius sighed; Harry knew, that his godfather could not argue with his answer.
"Are you happy with your mate?" Remus changed the topic to something safer.
"I am," Harry smiled broadly. "My mate is gorgeous and beautiful and intelligent and powerful and talented and nice and caring and understanding and..."
"Yeah, we got the gist of it, your mate is perfect," the twins laughed. The others joined in with the exception of Ginny, who was frowning and Harry was sure that this meant nothing good, but he had already suspected that she would not give up so easily.
"Enough talking, sit down and eat," Molly said suddenly and ended the conversation. Harry sat down thankfully and filled his plate with as little food as he could and started eating. For a moment they all ate in silence but then Ron's groan interrupted them all.
"What is it?" Harry asked, looking over at his friend who was glaring at the Daily Prophet.
"I really had hoped that the arrogant prick would be dead as well," Ron muttered and shoved the newspaper over at him. A huge picture of his mate just exiting Gringotts covered the front page. He looked intimidating and attractive as ever, even more so now where he wore his fitting and very elegant clothes and not the spare shirts and trousers they had bought in muggle London. Harry’s eyes fixed on his endless legs, which were hugged by a tight, black pants and his broad chest, which was covered by a crisp white button down with silver buttons. Lucius also had his famous snake cane in one hand and there was nothing in his demeanour that indicated that anything had changed in his life. But Harry knew better. Pulling the paper closer he quickly scanned the short article:

Lord Malfoy still alive!
After the murder of his son and wife, many people had come to believe that the most famous Pureblood, Lucius Malfoy, was dead as well. But this journalist can now tell you all that the noble man is not only alive, but after the loss of his wife once again available!
Lucius Malfoy, current head of the wealthy Malfoy family is not only the richest wizard alive, but was also nominated countless times for most attractive bachelor in his youth and most attractive wizard since his marriage. He is member of the Wizengamot, on the Board of Governors of Hogwarts and it is rumoured, that he is even a member of the Unspeakables and he has achieved four completed educations as: Healer, Mental Healer, Lawyer and Potions Master.
So Ladies! Don't waste any time and try to catch this famous bachelor!
Rita Skeeta.
"Why does she think that he wishes to marry? I mean, he has just lost his wife." Harry asked, miffed about the fact that Skeeter was practically advertising his mate. He wanted to fly straight into her office and rip her throat out.
"Of course he will," Ron huffed. "I mean, he is a Pureblood and he has not only lost his wife, but also his heir to his precious family name."
"Your right Ron, but Harry is as well; I mean, it is early to think about him marrying again," Hermione interjected.
"Hermione, don't forget that not only do men grow old, but their rockets as well," Sirius smirked, but winced, when Remus hit him on the head.
"Ouch!" he complained.
Harry meanwhile was grabbing the edge of the table tightly. After Skeeter’s blunt article, his godfather’s comment was nearly enough to send him into a rage. He wanted to jump up and rip Sirius’ head off for insulting his mate in such a degrading manner. His mate was not yet old and he even looked years younger than he actually was, and all that didn't matter because they were both already dead. Fumbling for his little leather bag, he pulled out a bon-bon and quickly popped it into his mouth. Snape had captured his eyes and was shaking his head slightly in warning: It would not do for Harry to lose it.
"You realize Sirius that Lucius is only two years older than you?" Remus asked, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, but I am sure that he is already impotent," Sirius snickered.
Next to Harry, Hermione gasped in outrage at the breakfast topic.
"Enough Sirius! There are children in the kitchen!" Molly finally snapped and the animagus grinned sheepishly over at Harry, who had luckily calmed down enough to not look murderous anymore; or at least to look like it on the outside, the thought of needing to keep Lucius’ and his relationship a secret to protect his mate made it possible.
Ginny obviously decided that she had heard enough about Lucius Malfoy as well and spoke up for the first time: "Mum, can we go to Diagon Alley today? Our book list is finally complete."
"That must mean that Dumbledore has found a new DADA teacher," Hermione chimed happily.
"Don't be so happy just yet, we rarely have luck with the DADA teachers," Ron muttered.
"I heard that the ministry has recommended someone," Arthur mused out loud.
Harry groaned, that did not sound good at all, he could not imagine Fudge sending someone competent to Hogwarts. It would most likely be a spy for the Minister.
"Maybe it will not be that bad," Hermione suggested carefully.
"I bet it will," Harry muttered.
"At least, that would give us the chance to test our newest pranks," Fred grinned.
"Fred, George," Molly said threateningly. "Regardless of how incompetent the new teacher might be, you will do no such thing!"
"Yes.."
"...mum," they said, but the mischievous gleam in their eyes said differently.
"If he or she is as bad as the imposter Moody or Lockhart, I will help you," Harry muttered, determined to not be tortured by a bad DADA teacher this year.
"Really?" Fred asked.
"Really," he promised.
"Stop talking so much and hurry up, or it will be too late to go to Diagon Alley today," Molly commanded and they all went back to their food.
Harry decided to change back into his old clothes; it would be enough that he was going to cause an uproar at Kings Cross and he didn't want Lucius to get his first glimpse of Harry in his new clothes through the paper.
He pocketed his new Gringotts-key and went down to meet the others. They had planned to floo into the Leaky Cauldron and start their shopping trip from there.
The first thing he saw when he reached the bottom of the stairs was Ginny smiling up at him and waving. She had clearly decided on another approach with him; at least, Harry thought dryly, she doesn't look like a slut anymore. Instead, she wore a light blue summer dress that reached her knees and her lips were covered with pink lip gloss. Harry mused that she wanted to look sweet, cute and maybe even innocent, but that made her no more appealing to him. He wasn't the type who preferred an innocent lover; Lucius was anything but, and he liked it very much, even though he himself was still shy most of the time. Besides, he could pull off the innocent- look much better than her.
"Hey Harry," she breathed, but he ignored her at that moment.
"I have everything I need, but we have to stop at Gringotts first," he announced, stepping to the fireplace and grabbing a hand full of floo powder.
"We will go there first," Molly promised and Sirius, in his dog form barked happily. Nagini suddenly slithered up behind him and started to crawl up his body.
"Hey girl, do you want to go with us?" he asked and his familiar nodded.
"Harry, you cannot bring her along, everybody will recognize her. Do you want to send Diagon Alley into a state of panic?" Remus asked.
Smiling sheepishly he admitted: "Maybe it will be better if the students at Hogwarts get used to her first and once everybody has realized that she doesn't eat anyone they will not be as shocked to see me with her."
"You will take her to Hogwarts?" Ginny asked, sounding very unhappy.
"Of course he will. Nagini is his bonded familiar and a powerful protector; besides, the school has always been an experimental laboratory for all kind of people and things," Snape huffed from his corner in the shadows. Molly had insisted that he should come along to provide more safety for the group. Harry could see that the man was not happy about the upcoming afternoon at all.
"And now we should leave or otherwise it really will be too late to go anywhere," the Potions Master snapped.
Tossing the powder into the flames, Harry shouted his destination and stepped into the heath.
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The ride through the floo network was rocky as ever and he ungracefully stumbled out at the other end. Sirius in his dog-form arrived only seconds later, colliding with him and sending them sprawled to the floor.
"Padfoot!" he exclaimed, trying to shove the large animagus off. When he was finally back on his feet, the others were gathered around him, amused looks on their faces.
"Very graceful indeed," Snape smirked, his eyes telling Harry: ‘Your mate would be so proud with you.’ Harry frowned at their strange stalemate. Had Snape calmed down again? At least the man was talking to him again, so were they alright? They had not talked about their conversation the day before, so Harry still felt slightly uncomfortable in his presence; after all, the last thing he had heard from his professor had been: ‘I cannot look you in the face right now.’
That had really hurt, even though he would not consider Snape a friend; maybe acquaintances, but nothing more. The dark man lifted an eyebrow and sneered; Harry noticed that he had been staring. Feeling very uncomfortable, he mumbled an apology and turned to start leading the small group out of the small pub, ignoring Ron's sister who had attached herself to his left arm; he really had no patience to deal with her right now, maybe ignoring her would bring his point across. Sighing, he wished that Lucius could be there as well, he would rip her from his arms and probably to shreds...well, maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all.
Ron and Hermione caught up with him, eyeing Ginny at his arm cautiously. When he only shrugged, clearly annoyed, Hermione started a conversation: "The book we have to buy for DADA is really strange."
"Why? Is it another monster book?" He asked, shuddering. He would not live down another class with a violent school book.
"No, it is an office journal," she said, as if that would explain anything.
"What is an office journal?" Ron asked, preventing Harry from asking himself.
"You have one person who is the administrator, every other journal is linked to this book and whatever that person writes down or copies into their own, appears in every other book. It is usually used in hospitals so that the healers who work in the evening can be notified about what happened during the day. New medicine plans for patients and such things..."
"That sounds really complicated," Ron commented, but Harry shook his head:
"I think, that our new teacher doesn't believe that the usual books are advanced enough, or they are under strict orders of the ministry to teach us nothing at all."
"So that means, we will either get a genius as teacher or a brainless idiot?" Ron asked.
"Exactly," Hermione affirmed.
"Great," Ron huffed.
Harry assumed that it would be the latter; so did his friends, if their expressions were any indication, but he only sighed and said: "We just have to wait and see."
"Professor, do you know something about our new DADA teacher?" Hermione asked over her shoulder.
Snape stepped in line with them and furrowed his brows: "No. Dumbledore was not pleased with the person the Ministry has sent us and he refused to say anything more. I believe you could be right Harry, and whoever it is, is just a puppet for Fudge."
"So he or she really will be a brainless idiot," he grumbled.
"And Dumbledore didn't even mention the gender?" Hermione asked.
"Why yes, Miss Granger," Snape said sounding irritated.
"Why couldn't he give the position to Remus once more?" Harry wanted to know.
"Because the parents are still sceptical of me," Remus said.
"But you are not dangerous," Harry huffed. Why could nobody see that Remus would never harm a student?
"I am a werewolf and I nearly attacked you," Remus said softly.
"Yeah, but that was not..." he broke off quickly, he had wanted to say: that was not your fault, but that would mean that he would then be accusing Snape of endangering them at the end of their third year and by now he understood that the professor had only tried to help Ron, Hermione and him and that really wouldn't be a wise thing to say with the man striding just behind him.
Snape glared at him and he ducked his head mumbling: "I said nothing."
Harry tried to hold the piercing black eyes, but averted them after just a moment, the sudden urge to call for Lucius and hide behind him overwhelmed him and he chewed nervously on his bottom lip. This thing with being a submissive was really ridiculous sometimes, especially when he transformed into a frightened school-girl.
They went around a corner and stepped onto the large stairs in front of Gringotts. Many eyes turned to Harry and he suddenly realized that Ginny was still clinging to his arm. There would be hell to pay if a reporter shot a photo of him and Ron's sister and spread the news that he was involved with the youngest Weasley, and he really didn't want his mate to make false assumptions, or be hurt by his careless acting in the public. Sometimes, he really was as stupid as Snape always accused him of being.
Luckily Hermione was a clever and quick-thinking witch and grabbed his other arm, whilst tugging Ron along and within seconds they just looked like a group of friends.
He gave the girl a thankful smile and together they stepped into the wizarding bank, heading to a free counter. Harry took the last place in the line, hoping that he would be able to visit Lucius’ vault alone this way, and for once he was lucky. When he stepped in front of the goblin, everybody else had already disappeared.
"Ah, Mr Potter," the goblin greeted him.
"Hello Mr...?"
"Griphtug," the goblin introduced himself.
Harry blinked, the name sounded familiar: "Are you related to Griphook?"
"I am, Mr Potter. How can I help you?" the small creature asked.
"I want to take some money from my vault," crossing his fingers, he gave Griphtug the golden key, praying that everything would go well and that he would not be denied access to the Malfoy vault.
The goblin frowned and pulled two large books from under the counter, opening the first at P and the second at M. After a while of silence in which the goblin was reading with an expressionless face and Harry was getting more nervous with every passing second, Griphtug looked up again: "Congratulations Mr. Potter for uniting your two families, may wealth fall upon you."
Harry blinked in confusion; was that the way of goblins congratulating someone on their mating? Seeing that Griphtug was waiting for something he quickly said: "Thank you, Mr Griphtug," and the creature nodded in satisfaction.
"Pleas sign here," the goblin placed a parchment in front of Harry and pointed at a thin line. He quickly scanned the document. It only stated that he had access to all Malfoy vaults and that he was fine with his vault fusing with the one of his dominant mate. He signed the parchment as neatly as he could, which didn't say much, and handed it back.
"I am the personal administrator of Lord Malfoy, so if you need help with anything, you may send me an owl. I will also send you a list with all inheritances of the Potter family."
"But I already have access to my parents vault," Harry frowned.
"That is correct, but after your coming of age, you also have access to any other properties of your family," Griphtug explained patiently. When Harry nodded, he announced: "I will bring you to the vault now. Please follow me."
Harry followed Griphtug to the door that leads underground, but to his surprise, the goblin stroked his fingers over another door, a silver one, he had never noticed before. The door was directly next to the one where his friends had gone through and he wondered how he had never seen this one before. Maybe there was some kind of privacy or secrecy spell on it.
Griphtug held the door open and Harry stepped into the corridor behind it. The corridor was long and lined by many other silver doors to the left and right. Seeing no name plague, he turned around: "Which one is the vault?"
Griphtug looked at him as if he couldn't believe how stupid a wizard could be and answered smoothly: "All of them."
Harry gaped: "But that must be at least..."
"57 vault chambers," the goblin informed him. Harry had to steady himself with one hand on the wall so as not to collapse from shock.
"You may just close the door behind you when you are finished, it will lock itself," Griphtug said and with a nod disappeared and left Harry alone to his own devices.
"Why haven't you warned me you bloody prick?...arrogant show-off!" Harry muttered and turned to the first door.
There was an elegant M engraved into the doorknob and it swung open silently and without any effort. Harry gasped when he saw the huge chamber filled to the brim with galleons. Closing the door again, he opened the next one, deciding that he wanted to at least have a look into the first ten chambers.
The second was filled with gold bars. Harry didn't need long to see a pattern in the vaults. The vault with Galleons was followed by the one filled with gold bars and the one with Sickles was followed by one filled with silver bars. He also found vaults that were dedicated to different kinds of jewellery or gems. He never could have imagined that one could have an entire vault filled with rubies or pearls. One chamber only contained light magical artefacts whilst the next storage chamber contained dark artefacts. He would need to come back alone at a later date and examine these vaults more thoroughly, but for now he had to go back, before anyone got suspicious about his long absence.
After fifteen minutes of looking around, he went back to the first vault and took a not-so- small red velvet back filled with Galleons, before heading back out again.
Still in a daze, he joined the others, who were already waiting for him and he had been right, they were wondering:
"What took you so long?" Ron asked curiously.
"I had to sign some papers," Harry explained.
"Oh well..." Hermione said. "Do you have everything?"
He nodded and Ginny once again grabbed his arm, followed by his two best friends. Harry would swear that he heard an amused snort at that moment that suspiciously sounded like his Potions Master.
Their first stop was at Flourish and Blotts where they bought their school books. Hermione asked the owner if he knew who ordered all the office journals, but the man told her that the order had come per owl and only with the Hogwarts seal and the Ministry seal beneath it.
Harry eyed the notebook and thought that the teacher at least had taste. It was bound in black leather and as soon as he had paid for it, his name and his school year appeared in golden letters on the front cover. Ron had complained that the book had been expensive and that he would rather buy a normal book, but everybody else was excited.
After Flourish and Blotts they visited Honeydukes where he bought nothing at all for the first time. That made Sirius instantly worry that he could be developing an abdominal influenza, but Severus quickly cut his worried rant off by telling him that nothing could stop an illness, but he would be able to cure the boy-wonder if he really got sick.
"Harry, do you need new school robes?" Hermione asked when they left the candy store.
Harry shook his head: "No, I have not grown in the last year, it is really frustrating."
"But what would we do..." George chimed from behind him.
"If our cute and little brother was suddenly taller than us?" Fred ended.
"I would need to grow a lot to outgrow you two," Harry muttered, but with humour in his voice. True, his small build had annoyed him in the past, but since his change he had started to like it. His small frame turned his dominant on quite a bit, Harry was sure of that, even though Lucius had never voiced it out loud. One day, he would ask his mate about it.
Madam Malkin's was very crowded and they had to wait almost an hour until the witch had time to measure the new robes for Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Ginny.
They had all sat down in a secluded waiting area, with the exception of Harry, who had been dragged along by Ginny, who was determined to find a robe that Harry would like to see her in. The only problem was that he really had no sense of fashion and of course; that and he did not wish to see her in a robe someone would wear out on a date. No one had saved him this time and so he had watched her pulling one robe out after the other and made mostly unhelpful comments that left Ginny annoyed in the end.
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When they were back at Grimmauld Place, it was already late. Ron and Hermione had been ordered by Molly to help her to prepare the evening meal and so he went upstairs alone, glad that he was finally free of Ron's little sister.
Nagini looked up when he came in and made some space for him on his bed so that he could flop down. Turning on his side, he pulled his legs up on the bed and started to pet his familiar. Nagini slithered closer to him and he wrapped his arms around his friend, laying his head on her strong body.
"How was shopping?" she asked after a while of contented silence.
"It was good. I went to Lucius’ vaults, he is really bloody rich," he snorted.
"Is that not good? I thought that it is important for humans to be rich, so that they can get food and clothes. Wouldn't it be good to have a mate who can provide everything for you?" Nagini asked, irritated by his tone of voice.
"It is, but he has more money than we could ever spent. It just kind of shocked me." he agreed.
"You just realized that your dominant is far more powerful than you expected?" the reptile inquired.
Harry nodded.
"Then he will sire strong offspring for you," Nagini sounded proud, but Harry only choked:
"We are vampires, we cannot sire any offspring."
"That’s a shame," Nagini pouted, sounding like a mother who had just been told that her granddaughter would not give her grandchildren.
"I would be far too young in any case," Harry told her and continued his stroking. Her scales still felt amazing, even after he had become a vampire.
"You are not young anymore, you are mated and thus an adult," Nagini lectured him.
Snakes were really strange. Not even two weeks ago, she had lectured him that he was still a hatchling, and now he was apparently old enough to bear children in her eyes, only because he had mated in the meantime. But he had not become older or more mature since then. Shaking his head, he turned to his nightstand and opened the top drawer where he had hidden Lucius’ picture from the Daily Prophet. After breakfast he had succeeded in taking the paper with him and cut the picture out; this way, he could at least see his mate.
"You miss him." Nagini stated.
"Mh," Harry agreed wordlessly and stroked over the picture with one finger. The miniature Lucius smiled softly at him and waved, before resuming his way.
"A submissive should not be without his dominant for so long, especially when the mating is still so new," his female familiar huffed.
"I miss his touch so much and his presence; it feels like a part of myself is missing," he whispered sadly.
"Mates are considered one entity," Nagini hissed softly.
"I know," sighing, he put the picture away with one last glance and a kiss.
Just in time, because in the next instant, Fred and George came in:
"Dinner is ready, Harry," they announced.
Nodding, he stood up and followed them into the kitchen. Hermione was sitting bent over their new DADA journal; as if she was hoping that their teacher would write his name into his own book so that it would appear in front of her.
Ron already looked slightly annoyed, which meant that Hermione had probably talked about the book and their future teacher the whole time whilst Harry had been upstairs. Maybe she had even chewed his ear off about school in general, or the OWL’s they would write at the end of their upcoming year.
Molly placed a huge casserole in front of them and started to fill their plates then.
"Harry my dear, how much would you like?"
Harry, still busy with thoughts of his mate, absentmindedly answered: "Nothing."
"But you have to eat something, you are far too skinny," Ron’s mother reprimanded him and gave him a plate with so much food on it, he was sure he would not be able to eat even half of it. Groaning, Harry took his fork and started to eat. Luckily Ron was especially hungry this evening and Harry successfully exchanged their plates only ten minutes later without having eaten much and leaned back in his chair.
Harry zoned out of the conversation then and instead thought about another matter he still had to deal with; at least if he honestly wanted to take over the order soon, which he did: How could he end the war without an actual war?
Thinking back to the evening at Privet Drive, Harry still found the thought that bribing Voldemort into a peace contract was the best solution, but how exactly?
The first step obviously, would be to find all the Horcruxes. Should he keep them all or just one in the end? It probably would be safer to destroy all of them with the exception of one, which he could keep on his body at all times and thus keep an eye on it. His plan would be ruined if the dark wizard got even one back, and he would not take the risk.
Assuming that he would succeed in finding the three Horcruxes which were left after the destruction of the one residing inside Nagini, the diary and himself; that still left the question of how, or in which way to bribe the man. Should he just go to Riddle Manor and knock on his door? Would Voldemort even be there? The wizard most likely had many hideouts.
Sighing, Harry decided that he would talk to Ron and Hermione about this problem when the time had come; for now, he was content with his plan.
After dinner he, together with his guardians and two best friends went outside to the garden and played a few games of exploding snap, until it was too dark to see properly. Normally, he was fairly good at the game, but not this evening. The separation from Lucius started to affect him stronger with every passing minute. His limit had clearly been reached already and Harry felt as if he was going insane with the feeling of loneliness.
His body was so unbelievable cold by now and he shivered in the warm summer breeze. Luckily neither his friends, nor the two marauders noticed anything.
When he finally fell down into his bed later that evening, Harry felt utterly exhausted. Luckily he didn't know that the strain on his body and mind would only get stronger from now on, or he would have run off during the night. Instead, he rolled onto his side and cuddled once more with his faithful familiar, who wrapped her long body protectively around him, once again cooing soothing words until he had fallen asleep.
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