Woo, 3rd chapter. Hope you enjoy. Thanks for the reviews!
-JazzyKat
The door creaked open once more to reveal the laughing eyes of a newly freed Sirius Black. A note had appeared on Madam Bones's desk one morning along with a cage that held a squealing rat and a list of transgressions that Mr. Fudge had committed against the Potter family. Sirius's name had been cleared and he'd been handsomely rewarded for his time spent in Azkaban. Sirius had even teamed up with Lucius Malfoy to try and remove Fudge as Minister of Magic.
Sirius grinned and said, "All right there, boys? The Orange tyrant has tried to kick me out of my house again. But on a brighter note, Kreacher cooked us a wonderful smelling meal. Your Dads are here with Lucius, Draco and one of Draco's friends. I've even heard the kids are transferring to Hogwarts in order to help with the war effort."
"Really, now? Well, we might as well show our faces tonight. Up you get, Harry."Angel hauled the reluctant looking Harry up, ignoring Harry's warning growl.
Angel led Harry down the stairs, keeping a steel grip on Harry's shoulder, unsure of how stable Harry and his blood lust were after all of the irritation Harry felt toward a majority of the Weasleys. They stepped into the warmth of the kitchen and were immediately accosted by Mrs. Weasley. "Oh, boys, where have you been? We've been looking for you all day!"
She shrieked extremely close to Harry, causing pain in his head to double and his stomach to churn with nausea. He hissed, baring his teeth, before Angel grabbed his shoulders and folding Harry into his side with a hand over Harry's visible ear.
Angel hissed venomously, "That is none of your business, you orange haired harpy," before shouldering past her into the smaller dining area toward the back where the cellar was. Angel checked to make sure no one had followed them and stepped through a portrait and into a nicely decorated modern kitchen.
Seated at the round table was Lucius Malfoy, his long platinum mane standing out instantly. To the left of Lucius were Nicolai and Airyn. A pale boy with mercury eyes and a caramel colored boy with violet eyes were seated to the right of Lucius, leaving three chairs for Sirius and the boys. Angel led Harry over to Airyn and Nicolai hurriedly.
"Da, Harry's got another craving and I don't think that this one will go away on its own."
Airyn and Nicolai's eyes widened before a loud pop was heard. It was Kreacher, carrying a goblet full to the brim of what smelled like chicken blood. He handed it gingerly to Harry and said in a raspy voice, "It was all Kreacher could find in such short notice for young Master."
Harry snatched the goblet and downed it quickly, not stopping to breathe at all. At times like these, it seemed to Harry that he could never get full of blood. Angel stepped up and thanked Kreacher quietly, gently pulling on the goblet to stop Harry.
"Breathe," he admonished.
Lucius was watching the interaction curiously and asked, "Forgive me if I seem rude, but why is your brother drinking a goblet of blood?"
"Mr. Malfoy, if I may be frank, Harry is parseltongue and craves blood often. Usually we can keep the cravings under control with a blood pop every now and again, but Harry's been having horrible cravings as of late."
Lucius nodded satisfied with the explanation and then introduced the two other boys. "Gentlemen, this is my son Draco and his friend Blaise Zabini."
The boys looked up shyly, blushing. Harry eyed them both hungrily and made it a point to kiss both of their hands. He gave a crooked smirk, and then turned to Lucius.
"Mr. Malfoy-,"
"Lucius, my dear boy."
"Lucius, then. What do you know of a certain Tom Riddle's whereabouts?"
"He is in his safe house in South America. Why?"
"I keep meaning to see him about crafting a staff. I'm sure he has that information somewhere in that giant library of his. I also want to see him in regard to his treaties with the magical creatures."
"I shall pass on your request to him at the next Death Eater meeting. I thought you were Dumbledore's puppet though?"
Angel growled lowly in his throat as Nicolai pulled Harry onto his lap. Harry snuggled in and looked at Angel.
"We were at one point, both of us in Gryffindor house, both of us on the Quidditch team; we were the perfect little puppets. And then Dumblesnore made a mistake by having one of his pawns try to separate us."
"From then on we've pretty much lost all faith in him and what he stands for," Harry continued from his perch, his eyes glittering in the firelight. "We decided to go our own way in the war, prophecy or no. The fight for the powers is getting ridiculous and we just want it to end. There hasn't been a proper balance in the power forces since Merlin lived. Light cannot exist without darkness and darkness cannot exist without light. Every single magical civilization since the golden age has pretty much figured that out until the Wizardring country of Britain comes along. The people have turned into mindless sheep and have grown weaker. The only things wands were used for were focusing power thorough a staff, not for casting spells," Harry explained exasperated.
Lucius leaned forward interestedly. "So, you're saying that everyone in magical Britain is weaker than citizens of other countries?"
"Yes, of course."
Lucius leaned back in his seat and frowned, deep in thought. The conversation picked back up and moved onto happier and lighter subjects, complete with Harry and Lucius arguing over which torture curse was the most fun to use.
Lucius, Draco, and Blaise made their goodbyes and Harry walked them to the door. He didn't notice the Weasley twins kidnap Angel.
"Goodnight, gentlemen. It was a pleasure meeting you," Harry purred, leaning over to bow and kissing Draco and Blaise's hand for the second time that night. They both blushed and hurried to the car where Lucius was waiting. On the way there, Blaise muttered, "I want him to bend me over something and fuck me."He then blushed because he hadn't realized that he'd said it out loud.
"You'll have to wait your turn," Draco replied absently.