Twins and Brothers
A/N: Alright, how are we feeling after the Wizisode?
First of all, I would like to give a shout out to last chapter's reviewers: SlytherinScarlette, SevLoverKat, KatyOnACloud, and shippo2009. Thanks you guys. I'd also like to thanks to my reviewers of chapters one and two: KatyOnACloud (again), Draco-Harry-Lover-1, Yt, Dreamer22,LIGHTNSHADOWS, and AlwaysLaughing. You guys have no idea what it means to me that you reviewed, so thanks a bunch and from me to you, you'll each receive a virtual pumpkin-flavored cotton candy!
I'm now about to get to the juicy bits, which is why you're checking out my story, yeah? And guess what? Draco Malfoy is in this chapter, so no worries that the drama is about to be on. I think that the characters might be OOC for the purposes of this story, but that is it. Only hinting at "might", I'm still new to figuring out how all of this stuff on FFnet works. Oh yeah, I also want to warn all my readers that this is gonna get really dramatic, as well as super crazy and twisted in this chapter.
Oh, and one more thing: James Potter (Sr) bashing in this chapter, so that definitely goes with the above sentence. Another thing is that there will be mention of abuse and rape. I condone neither, and if you or you know someone who is going through that, please get help and or get them help. Please.
Rating: T for dramatic content and language.
Pairing: Harry Potter & Draco Malfoy as twin brothers.
Warning: Language and possible use of the F word in the future.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling is my role model and is totally brilliant. Like for all of my HP fanfics, I'm just reveling in her brilliance, okay?
Anyway, on with the show!
Chapter 3
Harry, Ron and Hermione Apparated to the gates of Malfoy Manor, and they all gave a collective shudder. The last time they had been here were not good memories, considering the fact that Lucius was still a Death Eater at the time, and they thought that Voldemort was going to come and kill them, if Bellatrix Lestrange didn't kill them via torture first. Even though the war was long won and over, and even though Lucius had already paid for his past transgressions, that did not make Harry anymore the wary for having to come over, even to talk. Harry didn't trust the man after all these years. He learned to trust Draco after a while, even though Draco had to hard earn that honor to get into his good books. But yes, even though he forgave the elder and younger Malfoy for their past, Harry still had the feeling, as irksome as it was that even the air Lucius breathed came out crooked. As much as that bothered Harry, he was set into that too late to change.
As the gates to the Manor opened, Harry had always wondered how come he never told anyone but Draco the location of his cottage, yet whenever he would like a meeting with someone (as rumored around the office), he always had them Apparate to his Manor first. Because he never had Business with Lucius before, he wasn't at all concerned with coming to the Manor even if he can help it. But now, seeing as he does have business with Lucius, he is concerned with it now. While he was deep in his thoughts, a voice brought him out of his musings.
"Hello, I is Willer, Master Lucius' house elf," Willer said. "Upon Master Lucius' request, Willer will be taking you to Master Lucius' cottage, if only you will take Willer's hand," Willer continued.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione took hold of Willer's hand and felt the horrible tube-sucking sensation that was Side-Along Apparation. When they got to their destination, Willer Disapparated with a loud crack and they waited for a moment more when they heard the words,
"Oh good, you're all here and accounted for. Welcome to my cottage home," Lucius Malfoy said.
"Oh good, you're all here and accounted for. Welcome to my cottage home," Lucius Malfoy said.
The trio turned around, and saw Lucius at his doorway. After coming in and being greeted, Lucius had them follow him to his living room and ordered scones with butter and jam of their choice, tea and milk, and a bottle each of elf whiskey and firewhiskey from another house elf. From the looks of things, we might need the alcohol more than the delightful afternoon snacks. This must be seriously important, Harry thought.
As they sat down, Draco came in through the living room. "Father, I got your owl and came as soon as I could," he said. His face instantly lit up when he saw the afternoon refreshments. "Ooh scones! Mind if I have one? I'm starved!" Draco wasted no time and popped a whole scone in his mouth without topping it.
"Well, since Draco is here, and since he's taken to helping himself with or without permission to the refreshments,"—in which Draco had the decency to look slightly ashamed—"I guess now is as good of a time as any to get started on this order of business that has brought you all here today," Lucius said formally.
"While in my time at Hogwarts, I had met Harry's mother when she was only a third year. Because of our House rivalries, we kept our friendship a secret from the entire school. We put on an act for the entire school, where everyone thought that to me, she would always be considered as a 'Mudblood' in the Slytherin common rooms and in the schoolyard, and to her I would always be considered as the 'blonde-bimboed Barbie prick'. But when we were both alone, I always called her 'Lily flower' and she would always call me Luci'." Lucius seemed lost in thought over the weird term of endearment as if caressing a treasured possession, so he did not notice the "ick" faces being made by all of the younger people present. He did, however, pretend not to notice the moment when they snickered at the name "blonde-bimboed Barbie prick".
"However, our friendship began to drift around sixth year when James Potter finally started to gain her affections, and I tried to gain them at the same time for myself. Unfortunately for me, Potter had gotten the upper hand one day after fifth year O.W.L.'s. The Marauders that day decided to play a prank on your Potions Professor and he went totally out of line and called her a 'Mudblood'. She came to me later that day and admitted to me that of all the times she had been called that, that time hurt her the most because she and Severus were the best of friends publicly as well as privately. Because of that, you see, they lost whatever they had between each other, and if anyone might've been daft seeing the looks Severus gave Lily, it might've been indeed called romantic feelings. She and Potter had started to date a year later, and married a year and a half later after graduation and we remained close, but secret friends, and I married Narcissa six weeks after graduation."
Lucius then took on a more somber look in his eyes as he continued. "It wasn't until I graduated that I had taken the Dark Mark, as forced by my father in the presence of the Dark Lord. I went to Lily afterwards to talk, but she didn't want to talk to me anymore and considered it a betrayal. She didn't talk to me for a year and a half after that. Then one day, she came to me at the Manor crying. She then opened up and told me that Potter had been abusing her, and when he was drunk, he sometimes took to the habit of raping her since their marriage. She had everyone fooled with the glamors she wore, and he had everyone fooled with his school-humbled and good-for-the-Light personas so well, no one suspected him to be the abusive type, not even his friends."
"BULLSHIT!" Harry yelled, disgusted with what Lucius was telling him. "My Father was a great man. How dare you," Harry said in a dangerously low voice, "slander his name like that? I don't fucking believe it. Not for one second."
"Oh shit, here we go," Ron started. He felt that it was a good thing that there was some alcohol on hand, and swilled two shots down in quick succession.
"Ronald!" hissed Hermione. "This is not the proper time to start drinking!"
"Harry, you have no right to have that tone of voice with my father," Draco said angrily. "Don't make me have to kick you out."
"Fuck that. He just told me that my father was an abusive drunken rapist, and you expect me to let that go?"
"No, but I do expect you to show a little respect in my father's home."
Harry gave them both dark glares, but said in even tones, "Fine, I won't but that will not keep me from holding my tongue at any point in this conversation." After giving them both another glare, he gave a terse nod to Lucius to continue.
"As I was saying, she came crying to me, spinning me her tale, and as her close friend, I comforted her. One thing led to another, and we soon ended up having sex that night through her grief."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, let me get this straight," Ron piped up over the shot of firewhiskey he was currently inhaling. "You called us over here because you wanted to tell Harry that you banged his Mum?"
"Ron," Draco said slowly but with anger laced through his voice, "Do me a favor and shut up, will you?"
"Aye mate, I was only sayin'," Ron said a little slurred. "Even though I understand ya completely, 'cuz-'cuz, if someone said somethin' about doin' my Mum, we'd have a fuckin' problem by now…."
"Ron," Harry, Hermione, and Draco said.
"What?"
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" They shouted.
"Alright, alright, bloody hell! Give the bloke a break, Merlin…" Ron said. He had clammed up, but that didn't stop him going for the elf whiskey.
"Mr. Weasley, you are highly inebriated, and as such, you should stop drinking at this point." Lucius waved his wand at the alcohol on his dining table and a cork was put on the bottles as well as a stopper lid on Ron's wine glass. Ron was totally off-put by this and grudgingly put his glass on the table to continue listening to the story.
"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," he emphasized by looking at Harry and Ron pointedly, "I comforted Lily and went home to my wife, and had sex with her as well. The next morning, I found out she was pregnant. I was thrilled, especially for my firstborn son. I went to have a lunch with Lily to see how she was faring, and she told me that after I left, Potter came back home in one of his drunken rages and raped her three times. She found out that day that she was pregnant. I let her cry on my shoulder and then she left for work that day."
"Four months later, she came to me and told me that after Potter found out about her pregnancy, he had gotten rehabilitated on both his anger problems and alcoholism and apologized for all the wrong he had caused since their marriage, that he had started to become 'the man she loved', so to speak. 'He became someone to which I can actually fall in love with, I'm so glad he cleaned up his act', Lily's words not mine. I warned him to be wary of him, and so she did, but she continually told me throughout her pregnancy and after the birth. She told me that until the very end. After she died, her secret died with her. There would never be another bright-spirited woman like here. After that, I pretty much picked up the prejudices I grew up with vigor and never let that side show again. Narcissa never knew of the affair." Lucius looked down into his glass and fell into nostalgia. "Hmph, perhaps Severus was right," he huffed. "Potter was a total prick and Lily just did the wrong damn thing by marrying him. He never deserved her.'
Harry said nothing, but was seething on the inside. He didn't believe a word Lucius was saying to him right now! Alright, he knew that his dad was an arrogant and bullying asshole during his years at Hogwarts, but he never heard his father's friends or people he knew him say that James Potter was abusive! Even Snape never said something like that. Sure, he'd heard of how he grew out of his immaturity and became a man for the entire better of everyone, but Harry believed that Lucius' claims of James Potter were slanderous accusations. In his mind, he honestly thought that Lucius' claims from his mother bordered on the absurd.
"Why are you telling me this now, after all this time?" Harry asked. By now, Lucius undid his magic on his liquor bottles. Harry had then gotten a hold of the firewhiskey and threw two shots in quick succession, Draco being right behind him.
"I'm saying something now because after I went to a Healer for a checkup and I was diagnosed with tuberculosis, one of them told me that I shared alleles with not only my wife, but Lily Potter as well. It took me a while to rattle my brains to figure out when I had ever has sex with her, and then I remembered that night. That is when I remembered something: Draco was born on that same night as you. In fact, you were both born two minutes apart. After remembering that fact, I had decided to do some digging. I decided to get a paternity test as well."
"Wait a minute," Hermione and Draco said at the same time. Hermione nodded to Draco to let him know that he had the floor. "Wait a minute, what are you trying to say?"
"What I'm trying to say, Draco, is that what the healer said is indeed true and that Lily's child did not belong to James Potter. Basically," Lucius turning to Harry's shocked face, "What I'm trying to say to you Harry, is that I am your f—"
"HELL NO!" Harry and Draco said at the same time.
"Excuse me?"
"Are you serious right now? Do you seriously that I was gonna go with this shit? I don't believe you right now," Harry aid angrily.
"Harry—" started Draco.
"No! I won't hear anymore of this bullshit, Draco, and you shouldn't either. He's telling us we're brothers! What the fuck?"
"Harry!" squealed Ron and Hermione.
"No," Harry growled, "now this bullshit conversation is over, and I'm going back home, with or without you guys," he finished in calm waves of rage.
"Oh, but I'm not finished with my discussion," Lucius said calmly, sipping his elf whiskey. "See, we haven't even gotten to the good part yet."
"Oh really, and what's that?" Harry asked in feral rage, letting it accidently pour out in his magic and causing a few of Lucius' wine glasses to explode. "One of us has a disposable dick or something?"
"No, but do save your breathe. You and Draco, see, are not only brothers, and you're not only my son. You're both twins."
Not a pin drop could be heard, and then—
"Bloody hell!" Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Draco exclaimed.
"I think I need a drink," Hermione said, and indeed did partake in a shot.
"But if you don't believe me boys," Lucius said after all the drama had died down, "then let me have you talk to someone who can help clear this up for you."
Just at this point, there was a knock at the door.
"Oh, who the bloody hell could that be now?" Ron said in exasperation. He was tired of the "family drama" and was ready to go home after all the shit had hit the fan for Harry, so to speak.
The door opens, and then…. "Good evening, Potter."
"Oh, Merlin, screw this," Hermione said, and instead of drinking from the glass, she started to drink from the bottle.
A/N: Dun-dun-dunnnnn! So now I have a guest star coming into the chapter! A virtual Honeyduke's chocolate goes out to whoever guesses who I'm gonna bring in to the next scene! Apparently I made Hermione a little OOC for this chapter, so give me your thoughts on that. Send me your thoughts on where you want this story to go, or any other comments you have for me. I'm gonna update next week, because my birthday is Feb. 1st, and who can't resist a birthday update? It's not today, but still, send me your thoughts cuz I love Fizzing Whizbees which equals reviews. I love that because reviews are awesome and they make me happy. Anyway, see ya next week.
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