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Blood and Inheritance	By : TCardan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23317 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or make any money from the writing of this fiction.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from the writing of this fiction.

Some background notes on the differences between my fiction and JK‘s: Voldemort is dead permanently after trying to kill Harry as a baby. He never comes back to life. Sirius Black is not implicated in any crime and does not go to Azkaban. Instead, he raises Harry. Harry never goes to live with his Muggle relatives (Yay).

And now for the story. Hope you enjoy it.

Blood and Inheritance - Chapter One

The Dark Lord was dead - vanquished under mysterious circumstances in which he tried to caste the killing curse upon a baby boy, Harry Potter. By the time the aurors arrived, the deed was done. The boy’s parents, James and Lily lay dead, but their son lived, weeping in his crib while the body of Lord Voldemort lay across the room, devoid of all life. And though the magical world celebrated the death of an evil tyrant who had held their world in state of terror, there were those who wept bitterly for the loss of James and Lily Potter. And there were also those who slunk back into the shadows, hiding and fearful of what would happen them now that their lord was dead.

And so the followers of Lord Voldemort suffered the captures, the trials, and the imprisonments dealt out them in the aftermath, knowing that their cause had been lost. They had been left leaderless, and would remain so, until the day another would take up the gauntlet.

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Sirius Black sat next to a squirming five year old boy in the Department of Family Matters, a branch of the Ministry of Magic. Many times he had to place his hand upon the arm of the child and assure him that they were almost done with business and would soon be able to leave. It was difficult for young Harry Potter, now Harry Potter Black, to sit still for a great length of time. There were so many interesting distractions floating around the ministry. He longed to stand on his chair and jump at the paper airplane memos that flew by occasionally. It seemed such fun and he couldn’t understand why his adoptive father wouldn’t let him do so.

“Sit still a little longer, Harry,” Sirius cajoled. “We are almost finished signing the papers and then I will take you to the pet shop as promised. But only if you can behave.”

“Will I get a pet?” Harry asked, excited.

“We shall see,” came the distracted reply from his new father. Sirius finished the last signature and placed the quill back into the ink pot. He grinned gratefully at the witch behind the desk. “Is that all then?” he asked her.

She smiled brightly and extended her hand to Sirius. “Yes, Mr. Black. Congratulations, you are now a father. Take care of little Harry, he’s a special boy.”

Sirius had been taking care of Harry ever since the murders of Lily and James Potter, as he was also Harry’s godfather and the guardian chosen by Lily and James in their will. But he felt that Harry needed more than a guardian - he need a father. And though Sirius had already been filling that role, it was now official.

“Are we done yet?” Harry asked, impatiently. “Have I been good?”

Sirius laughed with joy, standing and pulling Harry into his arms in a warm embrace. “Yes, my boy, it is done. You are now my son. And you have been very good.”

Harry looked at the happy man, a slight scrunch to his nose. “Do I call you dad now?”

“If you wish,” Sirius replied, a slight pang of sorrow dimmed his face as he thought of James, who should rightfully wear that title.

Harry, ever observant, saw the change and said, “Is it all right if I still call you Sirius?”

“Of course,” Sirius smiled, kissing Harry’s cheek. “Just know that we are really family now, Harry, always and forever.”

“Okay. Can I get a pet now?”

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“Father, who is that boy? Why are they taking his picture?”

Lucius Malfoy glanced in the direction his young son was referring to. People were stopping in the middle of Diagon Alley, crowding around the figures of a man with a boy around the same ages of Lucius and his son, Draco. Photographers from the Daily Prophet were running toward the bustle, snapping photos of the boy and the dark haired man as they tried to make their way down the street.

“That is Harry Potter, Draco, and they are taking his picture because he is famous,” Lucius reply, blithely.

“What’s famous?” the five year old inquired.

“It means many people know who he is and what he’s done,” Lucius explained.

“What did he do?” Draco pressed.

“He survived the killing curse,” Lucius said, deciding to keep it simple and avoid the more uncomfortable questions.

“What’s so great about that?”

Lucius watched as Harry Potter and Sirius Black finally pushed through the crowd and into the pet shop before answering, “No one else has ever done so.”

“Father, I want to meet him. Do you think he would like me?” Draco asked, taking a step toward the pet shop.

Lucius’ eyes snapped back to his son. “Malfoys don’t worry about people liking them. It’s the other people who should be concerned whether the Malfoys like them or not.”

Draco looked down at the ground. “Yes, father.” As Lucius continued gazing at him, the blond boy shifted his footing. “But, can I still meet him? Malfoys should know the famous people, right? I want to tell mother that I met Harry Potter.”

Lucius nodded once. “Very well. But do remember your manners. Introduce yourself as you were taught and don’t ask too many questions.”

Draco’s face lit up. “Yes, father, I’ll remember.”

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Sirius sighed in relief that the security wizard held back the crowd of fans at the door of the shop, only allowing the more serious shoppers through. Cameras still flashed through the windows until the proprietor waved his wand and the draperies closed. Sirius smiled at him gratefully. Even though it had been five years, Harry still drew a crowd. Sirius had tried his best to keep Harry away from them, sometimes only going out in disguise. He had to hire security wizards for the times they went out as themselves.

Harry was use the attention, smiling and waving for the cameras ever since he was a tot. But Sirius worried about what it might do for Harry’s ego over the long term. He looked forward to the day that the notoriety would wear off a bit. Sirius himself wore a stoic look in public, refusing to answer questions yelled out to him. He rushed to his destinations when out, ever protective of Harry.

Now Sirius stood in the middle of the shop, removing his gloves and loosening his scarf. It was quite warm in there, as the place seemed to favor reptiles. Harry, of course, was full of bliss as he ran to the various cages, peering in.

Sirius noticed Lucius Malfoy and his son, Draco, convincing the security wizard to let them pass, the elder sneering at the implication that they were rabid fans. He watched from a distance as the younger Malfoy made a beeline for Harry, stopping a short distance away and waiting for the dark haired boy to notice him before speaking.

“Black, you’ve been quite the recluse. I haven’t seen you about much,” Lucius Malfoy said, breaking Sirius’ observation of Draco and Harry.

“Is it really such a surprise, Malfoy?” Sirius replied, sardonically. He really didn’t like the pompous ass much, even if he claimed that Voldemort had put him under the imperious spell to do his bidding. Sirius didn’t buy it - cunning, Slytherin tricks. Sirius knew all about Slytherin methods of deceit and lies. After all, he grew up around a slippery pit of such people, his own family, in fact.

And now here Malfoy stood, trying to rebuild his standing in Wizarding society these past years and succeeding somewhat. Though how people could be fooled into thinking Lucius Malfoy was any different than he was before the end of the war, Sirius couldn’t see it.

“No, I suppose not, considering the notoriety of your ward,” the tall, regal blond replied, his hands crossed leisurely over the knob of his cane.

“Harry is now legally my son,” Sirius said, a hint of a proud smile lifting the corner of his mouth.

“Ah, then, congratulations are in order,” Lucius replied, smoothly. “Will he be attending Merlin’s Academy?” Merlin’s Academy was the Wizarding world’s equivalent of a private, exclusive grade school. The young children from magical well-to-do families attended until they were of age to attend Hogwarts or another magical higher educational institution.

“I haven’t decided yet,” Sirius frowned. “Perhaps a private tutor would be better for Harry.”

“Forgive me if I’m being presumptuous, but if you are worried he’ll face the same mob behavior that I witnessed outside, I would suggest that the other children would soon grow use having… your son… in their presence, and after the novelty wears off, he should have quite a normal school experience.”

“Perhaps,” Sirius replied. He also was leaning toward enrolling Harry at Merlin’s so that he could make friends his age.

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Harry had been looking at the black asp in the glass cage when he noticed the blonde boy staring at him from the corner of his eye. He looked at him and said, “Hi.”

Draco took the opening, stepping forward and extending his hand. “Hello, I’m Draco Malfoy.”

Harry looked at the hand, and then the boy. He was use to adults more than other children, but still felt the boy’s formality was a bit strange. He awkwardly extended his hand, shaking the blond boy’s and replying, “Harry Potter Black.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Harry Potter Black,” Draco said, nervously. He glanced at his father to make sure he was doing the introduction right. His father did not frown, which was a good sign.

“You too,” Harry said, before dropping the hand and turning his attention back to the snake. He was use to people staring at him and wanting to meet him. It all seemed automatic.

Draco frowned that he seemed to be forgotten but was quickly distracted by the sound of hissing coming from the other boy’s mouth. Maybe that famous boy was mad. “Why are you doing that?”

Harry only spared him a quick glance. “Doing what?”

“Hissing at the snake. It’s kind of dumb to do that,” Draco explained.

“I’m not hissing. I’m talking to it,” Harry said, slightly irritated. Couldn’t the boy hear right?

“Really?” Draco laughed. He couldn’t help it. “What is it saying then?”

“He said he wants me to tell the shop owner that he’s hungry.”

“What a load of bollocks,” Draco replied, remembering that phrase from his father’s angry rants. “Snakes don’t talk to people.”

“Yes they do!” Harry insisted. “No other animals do, except for snakes.”

Sirius walked up to the arguing boys, Lucius close at his heels. “Harry, calm yourself. What are you so upset about?” Sirius kept his voice soothing on purpose. Even at this young age Harry had bouts of accidental magic when he was angry, and Sirius did not want to give the public something more to gossip about.

“He said snakes don’t talk to people,” Harry frowned, throwing an angry glance at Draco.

“They don’t,” Draco insisted.

“Draco,” Lucius cut in, “this is no way to make friends. Can you not use your… imagination?”

Draco scrunched his forehead as he looked at his father. Imagination? His father always discouraged such fancies. Now he wanted him to use his imagination?

Harry had already lost interest in the blond boy and turned excitedly to Sirius. “Can I get him, please?”

“He’s a very poisonous snake, Harry,” Sirius stated. “I insist you start your snake collection with something more friendly.”

“But… he won’t bite me. He likes me. See?” Harry turned to the asp and began speaking to it, not realizing that the others around him heard something completely different coming from his mouth. “You wouldn’t bite me, would you?”

No, boy, as long as you feed me.

Harry smiled and turned back to Sirius. “See, he said no. You heard him, right?” Harry looked at Draco next, with an ‘I-told-you-so’ look, but was met with a scoffing frown instead.

“See, completely mad,” Draco stated, looking at his father for agreement.

But his father didn’t look back at Draco. He stood staring at Harry, shock registering in his usually cool grey eyes.

Lucius knew that language. He didn’t understand it, of course, but he had heard it before. The boy was a Parselmouth. His eyes finally shifted to Sirius, who was staring at him in return, daring him to say something that would force him to defend Harry at any cost. The look on Black’s face was a mask of warning and it’s message was clear: do not speak further of this in Harry’s presence.

Lucius’ hand fell on Draco’s shoulder and he squeezed it lightly. “Apologize to young Mr. Potter, Draco. That was very rude of you to say such a thing.”

Draco’s mouth fell open in surprise. But when his father tightened his grip on his shoulder, he said, “I apologize for saying you’re mad.”

“It’s alright,” mumbled Harry, still not liking the boy as he sensed the apology was insincere. Was he deaf or something? Didn’t he hear the snake talk?

Sirius put his hand on Harry’s back, guiding him to a wall of tamer, non-poisonous snakes. “See if you can bond with one of these, Harry.”

Harry completely forgot the blond boy and began excitedly examining the cages, hissing occasionally.

Sirius turned toward Lucius and Draco, still watching Harry curiously. “Still think Harry would fit in at Merlin’s Academy, Malfoy?” he couldn’t help saying, raising one inquisitive brow. He almost enjoyed the look of shock on Lucius’ face earlier and, now, the loss for words.

Lucius tore his gaze from Harry and looked at Black. “How? How is he a Parselmouth? The Potters…?”

“I really don’t know. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a snake to purchase,” Sirius replied, going to Harry’s side.

“Of course,” Lucius said, softly, lost in thought. He felt Draco tug on his sleeve.

“Father, what’s a Parselmouth?”

“Later, Draco,” he snapped. He had to think about this more. By Gods, what did this all mean? He turned and made his way out of the shop, pulling his son behind him.

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A/N I won’t be staying long in Harry’s childhood. We’ll move quickly through significant moments in his upbringing and spend more time on his later years at Hogwarts and afterwards.

I hope you like this start. Please review and let me know. Thank you.

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