Chapter Warnings: Not very descriptive rape scene (Not Harry), and typical teenage hormones toward the end.
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Chapter 3
The Hogwarts Express
Finally, the day Harry had been waiting for arrived, September 1st, the day he would go back to Hogwarts and see his friends. Harry still did not know whether to tell Ron and Hermione about his inheritance.
But first, he needed to figure out how he was going to get to the King's Cross Station without the Dursleys to take him and without using magic. He still wasn't used to the fact that they were dead and out of his life forever. Sometimes he wished he could feel sorry for killing them, which is basically what he did, but after all the abuse and starvation, he just couldn't do it.
After packing everything he needed for Hogwarts, he stepped into the driver's seat of the Dursleys' car. A whole lot of trial and error later, Harry was somewhat confidently driving to King's Cross.
He arrived at King's Cross Station with only the rear-view mirror missing from the car, which he thought was pretty good for his first time driving ever. He left the car in the parking lot and had no intention of getting it later, it's not like the Dursleys needed it anymore.
Because he was close enough to King's Cross that the Ministry couldn't detect magic, Harry applied several Illusion spells called glamours from the book Sirius gave him to hide his appearance. Looking in the car mirror, Harry was surprised at the complete transformation taking place before his eyes. Harry couldn't keep in a whine of sadness as his new looks disappeared with the magic. His skin dulled, his multicolored, reptilian eyes returned to plain, green and circular, his ears became round again, and he could feel the tattoos fading away under his shirt. Gone was the new, otherworldly, and, gods-forbid, beautiful Harry; 'Just Harry' had taken his place.
Gathering his nerves, he left the car and dragged his trunk through the barrier to Platform 9¾ and he was immediately attacked by a brown-haired she-devil.
"Harry! I missed you so much!" Hermione said.
"'Mione, love you too, but... crushing me." Harry groaned painfully.
"Oops… Sorry Harry." Hermione let go of Harry, blushing.
"Hey mate, how's it going?" Ron asked. Something about Ron calling him "mate" rubbed Harry the wrong way but he shoved the feeling away.
"Pretty good, man." Harry replied.
"Harry, check out elf-Hermione." Hermione ordered.
Harry turned his attention back to Hermione and gasped. She used to be buck-toothed, frizzy haired, and lacked certain body parts that straight men like. Now, her teeth were perfectly even, her hair fell in delicate curls to the small of her back, she had nice curves, and her ears pointed elegantly; she was stunning. She was also taller than Harry now. If Harry had been straight, he probably would be having to deal with a problem right now. But even he, as a proud gay man, could appreciate Hermione's newfound beauty.
"Damn, 'Mione, you're going to have guys all over you!" Harry teased, "what about you, Ron, want a piece of 'Mione now?"
Blushing, Ron stuttered out a rather unconvincing denial, then rapidly changed the subject. "Come on guys, let's get on the train, it's going to leave soon."
Harry and Hermione giggled, but dutifully followed behind Ron.
After they boarded the train, they found a compartment for themselves.
"So how were the muggles this summer, Harry, you were really vague in your letters." Ron inquired in a disgustingly unsubtle way.
"Oh, they were ok. Kind of quiet actually, we kinda avoided ea-" before Harry could finish avoided the question, Hermione interrupted.
"Harry, you know, with this inheritance, my hearing is a lot better, you're heart rate just spiked. Plus you were never a very good liar anyway. Tell the truth." Hermione deadpanned in a deadly serious voice.
Honestly, Hermione can be more terrifying than Voldemort could ever be when she wants… Harry thought to himself. Then he quietly answered, "They were killed half-way through the summer."
"It's about time those fuckers got what they deserved." Ron muttered.
"Ronald!" Hermione reprimanded and hit him on the arm. "What happened, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Car crash." Harry replied quickly, going with an answer he was familiar with, only it used to be about his parents.
"Harry James Potter! What did I just tell you about lying to me?!" Hermione chastised.
"Hey, this isn't, 'let's interrogate Harry' time, alright. So can you just drop it for now?" Harry begged. They left the subject alone for the rest of the train ride. Hermione told Harry about everything she could do now with her elven side and Ron was upset that he didn't get an inheritance.
Harry felt a headache coming and his vision began to flash.
A naked, dirty-blonde boy who looked about 19 was chained to an ornate bed inside a fancy bedroom. Harry could not get a good look at his face to see him but besides the fact that the boy was wearing a metal collar with archaic runes carved into it, he looked healthy. He was asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful. Oh gods, not another vision-thing. Harry thought to himself
The door to the bedroom banged open and a tall man strode into the room. The boy jolted awake and quickly got into a submissive kneeling position. Even though Harry could not see his face, he could see the way the boy's shoulders trembled.
The man ran his hands along the boy's body, caressing him. The boy shivered in disgust but did not dare try to escape. As the man turned to the boy, Harry caught a glimpse at his face. It was Voldemort.
Harry could see Voldemort's lips moving but couldn't hear what he was saying. The blonde boy timidly climbed off the bed and rested his hands on the bed, bracing himself. Voldemort took out his wand and lashed at the boy with it. A whip formed from the wand and struck the boy who opened his mouth in a scream.
For Harry, it was like watching a terrible, silent film. Again and again the whip lashed until the boy's back was bloody and he was sobbing in misery. Then Voldemort raped the boy. Harry could only watch in horror as the nameless blonde boy cried while Voldemort fucked him.
Finally, Voldemort stilled in the boy and his eyes closed. Harry could only imagine what was happening. Voldemort threw the boy back onto the bed and cast a few quick spells over his limp body. Harry would have been afraid the boy was dead but he could see the faint rise and fall of his chest. The wounds on the boy's body healed and left no trace of their existence. The blood vanished, leaving the boy looking as flawless as he had been.
Instantly, Harry was back in the compartment. He threw up violently.
"Harry! What happened?!" Hermione cried.
"Voldemort. He-he was…" Harry threw up again, crying.
"I thought your visions stopped after he tried to possess you at the Ministry." Ron said.
"They did, I don't know what happened. One second I was getting a headache and the next…" If there had been anything left in his stomach, Harry would have thrown it up too.
"Harry, what did you see?" Hermione asked gently.
After getting himself together and a Breath Freshening Charm, thanks to Hermione, Harry told them what he saw. When he finished, their faces were pale and Ron looked green.
"Oh my gods, that poor boy." Hermione croaked, her voice rough.
"I think I need a moment to myself, guys."
Harry stumbled out of the compartment looking for the nearest empty one. He lurched blindly into one and put his head in his hands. This is the second vision like that that I've had since my inheritance. I wonder if it has something to do with the whole Draagyr thing. But I didn't read about any of them having visions. Did I have it because of Voldemort, or was it because of the boy?
"You know, Potter, it isn't very polite to barge in on someone, looking like you've been sick, and not say anything to them." A voice interrupted Harry's thoughts.
Harry's head whipped up from where it was in his hands and stared at the boy in the compartment in shock. "Oh! Right. Umm… sorry," Harry stuttered, "I didn't think anyone was in here."
"I hardly think you could see at all, Potter. From my perspective, you were pretty out of it."
"Uh, right. You're Blaise Zabini, right? From Slytherin? I've seen you hanging around Malfoy. I'm actually surprised you're talking to me, being a Gryffindor and the 'Boy-Who-Lived' and all."
"Although Draco is my best friend, that does not mean that I support every decision he has ever made. Nor does it mean that I hold the same beliefs as he does."
"Does that mean you don't support Voldemort?" Harry asked.
"Please. Why would anyone support that power-hungry maniac who will end magic as we know it? Not even Draco supports the Dark Lord, though it would mean his life if he admitted it. He only acts like he supports Voldemort to please his father."
"You said his name," Harry interrupts
"Of course I did, I think it's stupid that people have been scared to say his name. Personally, I think Dumbledore encouraged the fear so people would support him. Anyway, back to what I was saying earlier, Draco doesn't support Voldemort, but he does believe in blood superiority and that stuff. I don't. I think that if a muggleborn can be the smartest witch in our year, hell, in the school, then that puts a damper on the whole 'muggleborns are inferior and stupid' argument," Blaise reasoned. "As for why I'm talking to you, you looked like you needed something to distract you from whatever was bothering you, and I wanted to meet the 'great Harry Potter' when there was no one around."
"Hah I'm not that special you know, I'm just me, just Harry." Harry replied humbly.
"Oh, I'm not too sure about that, I think you may have some surprises that you've be hiding." Blaise stated, with a mischievous, knowing look in his eyes.
"Nope. Just completely normal Harry here. So what are you reading?" Harry asked, blatantly changing the subject.
"It's called a grimoire. Most wealthy pureblood families have one made for every one of their children. It contains your family's spells, familial abilities and ailments, a genealogy, a list of all the creatures in your family's lineage, and the chance of having a creature inheritance. This one is mine. I bet you have one too, the Potters are a very old family and your father would probably have had one made for you." Blaise explained.
"If the grimoires say every creature in the lineage, what does the Ministry do if it says there is a dark creature in the family?" Harry questioned.
"The Ministry would never know. Grimoires are extremely private and it is illegal for the Ministry to forcibly read one. There are also several spells on a grimoire to prevent anyone from reading it without its owner's permission." Blaise clarified.
"So do you have any idea where mine might be?"
"No, though it would likely be in your family's main vault in Gringotts… unless it was at your parents' house when Voldemort attacked, then it would probably with whoever recovered it."'
"So you said that the grimoires tell people about their inheritances, did you have a creature inheritance?"
"As a matter of fact, I did." Without further explanation, Blaise cast a Silencing Charm on the door, stood, and let out a huge roar. His body grew a few inches in height and width, his chest broadened even more than it already was. Harry had noticed earlier that Blaise was very… fit... and handsome. Blaise's unique violet eyes gained a more reptilian quality as his pupils turned into slits. Dark scales that looked like tiny individual amethysts covered his body. Wings and a tail burst out of his back, somehow not tearing his clothing.
As Harry was watching Blaise's transformation, he noticed his pants were tightening awkwardly and the Draagyr inside him was whimpering for attention. Blaise stood in front of him, a seven foot tall Draagyr.
Panicking, Harry stuttered an excuse and fled the room, not seeing the amused gleam in Blaise's eyes.
He sprinted back to his friends' compartment and slammed the door closed behind him.
"Harry! What is it?" Hermione asked startled.
Harry waved away his friends' questions and laid his head against the window, panting from adrenaline and arousal.
He wasn't the only Draagyr! Blaise was one too! Blaise was fucking hot!
