Chapter Eight

New Lessons

Seven o'clock on Tuesday came around ever so slowly but finally it did. Harry leaving left and Granger for his "detention" with Snape. Truthfully Harry was relieved as it gave him the chance to get away from Weasley and Granger. Once the shock of his best friends' betrayal and his true parentage had worn off Harry's hurt feelings had changed to downright anger and hatred of the only two people he had once trusted with his life. Now his wand itched to hex them whenever they so much as looked at him which was difficult when they still thought Harry thought of them as his best friends.

On top of that Harry knew avoiding Dumbledore's eyes repeatedly would get suspicious after a while so he needed to learn how to protect his mind without Dumbledore knowing he could do so. Harry had spoken to Dobby when he had returned. Dobby was loyal to him and unbound to any wizard so he could obey the orders that he wished. Harry had explained to the little elf what he had found out and asked Dobby to take charge of his meals because he had to be getting fed potions from somewhere.

Harry still felt the irrational urge of distrust and hatred for both Snape and Draco whenever he saw them despite knowing why he felt thus. The Purging Potion wouldn't be ready until next Sunday. But now at least he was aware of the potions he was aware that the feelings he felt for Dumbledore, the youngest two Weasleys, Granger, Professor Snape and Draco Malfoy were false.

Harry realised that turning down Draco as a friend was all to do with the potions already in his system. Weasley must have slipped him something into the food that they'd shared that day or the trolley lady was under Dumbledore's control. Harry had been so blissfully happy to have a friend that he didn't care what he ate.

Harry wondered how different things would have been if he had gone into Slytherin instead of Gryffindor. Maybe he would have escaped Dumbledore's web of lies years sooner than he had done. But what was done was done Harry just had to focus on the future.

Harry had begun to realise how much of a set up everything was. Hagrid not giving Harry instructions on how to get onto the platform even though it was mandatory to explain that to Muggle brought up students. Molly Weasley shouting about Muggles and Platform nine and three quarters just as he happened to be there when she'd attended there for seven years and taken her children for Merlin knows how many years. Harry wondered how long she had been standing there shouting about Muggles and the platform before Harry came. She must have looked completely insane to the Muggles. Unless she waited until Harry came and only then left a café or something. It wasn't like she was poor with all the money she was stealing off him Harry thought bitterly.

'Mister Slytherin if I might shake you away from your thoughts,' requested Snape.

'Harry,' Harry interrupted. 'I'm still attempting to get my head around all this. Please just call me Harry. It works as a shortened form of Hadrian without me having to change.'

'Your name does not define you,' Snape said softly.

'Maybe not but it's just the latest in a long line of changes I've had to get used to,' Harry sighed. 'Thank Merlin for this detention,' Harry muttered darkly. 'I don't think I could have handled one more moment with Weasley and Granger without cursing them into oblivion.

Severus Snape gave him a strange look, 'now you're starting to sound like your father.'

'I think he'd be more likely to torture and kill them,' muttered Harry.

'And you've never felt that urge?' asked Snape sounding more curious than disapproving.

Harry blushed recalling the thought back when Draco had caused Granger's teeth to enlarge and Snape had taken points off Harry and Weasley had started to shout at Snape. Now, however, Harry just found the image of Hermione Granger with long teeth incredibly hilarious.

Snape raised his eyes, 'may I ask when.'

'When Draco enlarged Granger's teeth and you took points off us saying you saw no difference,' Harry said. 'I rather wanted to torture you.'

'Charming,' was Snape's only reply.

'So will the potion be ready by Sunday?' asked Harry.

'Do you doubt my prowess as a potions master?' asked Snape.

'Of course not, sir, but I'd like not to have the irrational desire to hate you and Draco whilst I still feel like I should forgive the Weasels, Granger and Dumbledore,' Harry snarled.

Snape nodded in response to this. It seemed like Snape actually understood how confused and angry Harry felt at the moment and was for once willing to let his outburst go. Maybe it was because they were no longer enemies or his dad hadn't actually betrayed them or he was Snape's Master's son. Whatever it was Harry was pleased for it.

'You know it's funny,' Harry said. 'That was only a couple of weeks before Lucius and I first…' Harry trailed of blushing.

'As much as I'd love to hear about you and my best friend's sex lives I believe we only have two hours to get started on Occlumency,' Snape interrupted.

'What do you think Voldemort will do when he finds out about Lucius and I?' asked Harry.

'Lucius is useful to the Dark Lord and you care for him,' Snape replied. 'He won't be happy but he won't kill Lucius.'

Harry looked relieved. He may not be in love with Lucius or anything but he didn't want to be responsible for the man's death. Plus Lucius had many benefits. He was great in bed. Harry blushed again.

'Can we get started or are you going to continue fantasising about Lucius?' asked Severus dryly.

Harry glared at the man, 'so what do we do?'

'Meditation,' Snape replied. 'Imagine yourself somewhere where you are completely at peace.'

Harry closed his eyes and tried to think of somewhere that he felt happiest. He disregarded anywhere before Hogwarts considering the abuse he had suffered there. He briefly thought of Hogwarts but that was now tainted by betrayal. Harry frowned where was he most at peace?

On a broomstick that had always been where he was happiest. Harry imagined one of those cold, crisp, bright mornings where the sun was shining and you could see your breath clouding in front of your face.

He was in the sky he could see and feel the warm sun shining on his back. There were big fluffy clouds like candyfloss and the sky was pale blue. Down below him Harry could see frost coating the pitch.

Harry gathered is most painful and most secret memories. The ones that detailed the years of abuse he had suffered at the Dursleys and the discoveries of the past few weeks and his affair with Lucius Malfoy. He imagined the flames and fire and heat and lava that he knew the sun contained and wrapped them around his most secret memories.

Harry then took the rest of his memories. The ones that contained him, Weasley and Granger before the truth had come out, his classes, his emersion into the magical world and everything else that was not something he desired to keep a secret and placed them in the soft fluffy clouds.

Then he changed the clouds so that they were no longer soft and fluffy but poisonous, deadly vaporous clouds; the kind of clouds that would come from an industrial fire or accident. They would produce deadly acid rain on anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in a shower. Harry didn't know why he was changing things like this but he somehow knew it was correct.

Harry then turned his attention to the grass underneath and turned it to hard concrete so that if you appeared in his mindscape you would go crashing down into hard, concrete. Harry didn't think it would hurt you physically but it should stop anyone from getting into his memories. Harry got rid of the seats and changing rooms and began to thicken the walls of his stadium so that they became that of an old fort that he had seen in some of Dudley's picture books when they were children.

Harry wanted to do more but he heard a Snape's voice coming as though from a long way away. Harry guessed he'd been taking too long. Harry wondered how long he had been in his mindscape. Harry guessed that time ran differently as he wasn't in a real place.

'Harry,' asked Snape as he opened his eyes. 'It's not long till curfew. I want to see how far you've come.'

'Yes, sir,' Harry said bracing himself for an attack.

'Legimens,' Snape cast.

Harry could see Snape in his mind where he appeared in the middle of the air above the Quidditch pitch. Immediately Snape began falling whilst Snape was distracted by the sensation of falling Harry imagined throwing him out of his mind.

They were suddenly back in the potions classroom. Harry grinned triumphantly. He hadn't done that well with his Expecto Patronum lessons. Snape was looking slightly impressed which was an emotion that Harry never thought he'd see in regard to Harry.

'Impressive,' Severus admitted. 'I'm not surprised really your father and Slytherin were both naturals. It seems you have inherited your line's talent in Occlumency. I wasn't sure as the Potters have never been stellar Occlumens.'

'I just realised something,' Harry said suddenly. 'In second year when everyone was calling me Slytherin's Heir; they were right.'

'Indeed,' Snape said. 'A Quidditch pitch somehow I'm not surprised.'

'What's yours a Potions lab?' asked Harry.

Severus didn't answer not wanting to tell the boy that his was the park where he first met Lily Evans when he was eight years old. The one place he felt happy and accepted whilst growing up in an abusive household. And now Severus was facing the very real idea that Lily was responsible for kidnapping and drugging James Potter and the Dark Lord's Heir.

'You need to start working on defences around your memories and mind,' Severus told him.

Harry smirked in a way that reminded Severus of the Dark Lord. Severus wondered when he would stop being surprised when the boy showed examples of the fact he was the Dark Lord's son and Heir. He reminded himself that they had only known that Harry Potter was in fact Lord Voldemort's son. Beforehand Severus had never seen Harry looking like Voldemort. Maybe because he wasn't looking or that the boy was an exceptionally good actor. Considering the boy's upbringing it was probably both.

'I've already started,' Harry said cheerfully.

'We'll test them next time I have an excuse to give you detention,' Snape said. 'It would be suspicious if I was to give you too many detentions.'

'I can always blow something up in potions on Friday,' Harry suggested.

Snape didn't answer, 'keep practicing and building up those defences.'

Over the next few days Harry continued adding defences to his mindscape so that the pitch was surrounded by a cross between a Quidditch stadium and Hogwarts castle as it was fortified so much. There were so far five layers surrounding his pitch.

The first one was a thick wall like Hogwarts that was the basis of Harry's protection but it was electrified if anyone apart from him touched it. Between the first and second walls there was a shark infested moat. The second one was coated in acid. Between the second and third walls there was a crocodile infested moat. The third wall was a ring of fire that fed off the oil moat between the third and fourth walls. The fourth wall was covered by spikes which were closer enough to the fifth wall to grind anyone between the walls to a pulp. The final wall which was connected to the dome covering the whole pitch included cannons that would attack anyone invading Harry's mind.

Aside from that Harry had been looking up possible things the second task could be. Harry had decided to keep doing badly in class because any changes in his behaviour and he would be hauled up to the Headmaster's office for questioning.

Harry had researched the dragon task albeit with Granger so it wouldn't be seen as odd if Harry started researching the second task. The only question had been where to start. Harry had decided to start with different creatures. After the first task had been against a creature and if things continued in the gladiatorial style tasks then it was likely to be a different task.

He had begun simply looking up Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander. That was completely useless as it didn't even touch on anything that screeched like that. He had asked Granger if she had any idea. Harry suspected she knew exactly what it was but didn't tell him because of something in Dumbledore's plan.

Harry had begun going down to the library to try and figure out what it could be studying anything that he could find on creatures. It had to be a creature. What else could make that kind of noise? You needed lungs to be able to screech and unless they were going to try and throw of the Cruciatus like Neville had suggested which would have anyone involved in Azkaban so not very realistic.

In Potions Harry did indeed manage to land himself a detention and he didn't even have to do anything. Draco Malfoy had always found it funny to throw something in his cauldron in order to ruin Harry's potion. Luckily it was a non-explosive potion. Apparently Snape had taken Harry's quip about blowing his potion up seriously and decided to err on the side of caution and make it impossible for Harry – no matter what he did – to blow the potion up.

Still Harry's potion was ruined and much to Harry and a smirking Malfoy's delight Harry landed himself in detention on Sunday at five. Harry knew that would mean he would have a late dinner. Maybe Weasley and Granger would have already eaten so he would only have to deal with them at least.

Harry knew that Snape wasn't really punishing him. If he had wanted to punish him he could have given him detention on Saturday when he knew he would be visiting Lucius. And Sunday coincided with the day that the purging potion was ready meaning he would finally be free of the foul toxins.

On Saturday at midnight (Weasley had decided he wanted to talk for some reason and wouldn't go to sleep until Seamus threw a pillow at him). Harry had never before wanted to kiss the Irish boy and until now. Finally he heard the other four boys drift into slumbers.

'You took your time,' commented Lucius.

'Weasley would not go to sleep,' Harry replied with a groan.

'He doesn't suspect?' asked Lucius sharply.

'I hope not,' muttered Harry darkly.

'Come to bed Harry,' murmured Lucius.

Harry smiled, 'I had been worried that you wouldn't risk it.'

'Even if I ended it now the Dark Lord would still find out and I'd still be dead,' Lucius replied.

Harry began stripping off the new clothes that he had bought on the Hogsmeade weekend after parting with Lucius a lot calmer than he had been when he had heard his so called friend speaking about him. A few months ago Harry would have been embarrassed at stripping but months of having an affair had built up his self-confidence.

Harry slipped into bed feeling Lucius' naked form beside him. Harry would never have believed it this time last year if he had been told that he would hate Ron, Hermione, and Dumbledore whilst sleeping with Lucius Malfoy and making an alliance of some sort with Snape. Never mind the fact that Voldemort was his father. But that was mind altering potions. They seriously messed with your expectations.

'You're thinking too hard,' murmured Lucius running a finger along Harry's side.

'So tell me,' Harry gasped out, 'do you always sleep naked?'

'Only when anticipating gorgeous guests such as yourself,' murmured Lucius.

Sex Scene Starts

Harry felt himself be pulled into a hard kiss by Lucius and instinctively wrapped his legs around Lucius. Harry didn't take control often but when he did he knew Lucius enjoyed it. Harry had no idea how unusual this was for Lucius Malfoy who was used to being the dominant and very controlling partner.

Harry pushed the man down on the bed straddling his legs a bit. He took Lucius cock in his hands and began giving Lucius a hand job. Lucius groaned as Harry pulled at the sensitive skin at the tip and took one of his balls in his hand.

Then Harry began fingering himself as Lucius watched his eyes blown as the boy sucked a finger into his mouth. Before teasing his hole open with one hand whilst grabbing Lucius' cock with the other to stop the older man from coming.

'So tell me Lucius,' Harry whispered seductively. 'Did you enjoy the show?'

Lucius could do nothing but groan at this point as Harry took him in a hot searing kiss. Lucius couldn't believe how dominant Harry was being. He hadn't been this way since their first night in the broom cupboard.

'Contraceptive charm,' murmured Harry.

Now that Harry knew males could get pregnant Harry wasn't going to risk pregnancy. He wanted to someday have children but not whilst he was still at school. He would have to deal with Dumbledore, the Weasleys and Granger first.

Lucius obliged not needing the complication of illegitimate children whilst he was still married. Unlike the Muggle world illegitimate children had never been frowned on. After all their society was founded by Morgana and Merlin both of who were illegitimate.

But it made matters of inheritance more complicated as the oldest child would become next Lord unless they were disowned by the previous Lord. Of course it didn't affect Lucius as he only had one child – legitimate or not – but it would affect Harry. Never mind that worming his way out of this one would be hard enough without explaining to the Dark Lord how he'd got his teenaged son pregnant.

Harry then positioned himself over the older man's prone form and sinking down and taking the man to the hilt. Harry stilled getting used to the familiar feeling of fullness before riding the man until they both came.

Sex Scene Ends

After they were finished the smell of sperm and sweat coating the room Harry rolled off the man and Lucius took the boy in his arms. There was that sleepy, post coital feeling between the two of them.

'You're quite the little minx,' murmured Lucius.

'Mmh,' Harry said dozily. 'Lucius,' Harry yawned, 'you wouldn't happen to know any creatures that screech?'

'Banshees,' suggested Lucius.

'I wouldn't put it passed them,' yawned Harry, 'after all the first task was dragons but it would probably end up killing the audience.'

'This is about the Tournament?' asked Lucius propping himself up on one arm.

'Yeah the clue is an egg but all it does is screech at you,' Harry said.

Harry wasn't so nervous about sharing the clue with Lucius now. After all it was in the man's interest to keep him alive as Voldemort wouldn't be happy if Lucius had failed in protecting his only son and heir.

'Mh,' Lucius frowned. 'Magical Creatures was never my strong point. I took Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. I can ask Walden though.'

'Walden?' asked Harry.

'Walden MacNair,' replied Lucius. 'He works on the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.'

'Thanks, Lucius,' Harry yawned.

Harry returned to Hogwarts a few minutes later. As much as he wanted to stay lying there next to Lucius if Weasley woke in the middle of the night and found Harry gone there would be questions. Hopefully Dumbledore would accept a midnight stroll as an answer. After all it wasn't the first time he'd gone walking in the moonlight.

Harry arrived back and took a quick shower. He was still covered in evidence of his and Lucius' late night activities. Then Harry went to bed thinking of Lucius and all manner of dangerous beasts that they could land them with this time to get passed.

The next evening Harry made his way down to the Potions' Master's Dungeons where he found a tumbler waiting for him. The potion was thick, red solution which looked to be similar to tomato sauce. Harry picked up the potion warily having been in the hospital wing too many times to trust potions to taste like they looked. He gulped down the red liquid which had a coppery taste to it much like blood.

Harry cried out as the potion began to purge his blood of any form of potions or magic that didn't belong to him. He felt strong arms holding him as he writhed on the floor. Finally the pain stopped although his muscles felt swore and tired. Harry pulled up his mental shields slightly. It wasn't like he hadn't been in worse pain in his life.

Harry really should have expected it considering it was a potion to purge all unnatural magical substance from his body. Considering the number of potions and spells Harry had been dosed with over the years it wasn't surprising it hurt.

Severus helped the boy up and sat him down on the couch. The boy looked exhausted but it was necessary if he wanted to be free from Dumbledore's manipulations. Severus gave Harry a bowl of beef casserole that he had placed under a warming charm as he expected that Harry would be hungry after the purging.

'Thanks,' Harry said politely.

'I know that the purging is tiring,' replied Severus.

'I've had worse,' shrugged Harry.

'At your relatives,' Snape said.

Harry froze at this point. He checked the walls around his mind but found there to be nothing amiss. Had Snape seen something in his last excursion into his mind? No Harry had pushed Severus out of his mind almost as soon as the man had entered his mind.

'Lucius told me about the scars,' Severus said interrupting the boy's panic. 'He healed my wounds enough to recognise abuse when he sees it.'

'He never said anything,' Harry said quietly.

'Did he give you the chance?' asked Snape surprisingly gently.

Harry thought back to the second time he had been to Malfoy Manor. Lucius had commented on the scars but he didn't push when Harry hadn't answered. And the man had definitely noticed them the week before.

'Lucius knows that abused children don't like talking about the abuse,' Snape said. 'He was waiting for you to come to him.'

Harry nodded, 'but you aren't?'

'We have a different relationship,' Snape replied. 'What are you doing for the summer?'

'I suppose I'll have to go back to the Dursleys,' sighed Harry. 'I don't know why Dumbledore insists I go there. We're not even related! It's like he wants me abused.'

'It would make you more pliable,' Snape replied. 'He made sure that the first friendly words you were given from people he approved of so that you would feel loyalty to him and them with or without the potions but the potions helped.'

'Why has he told the others that I have to go there despite the fact that people know we hate each other?' asked Harry.

'Blood wards,' Snape replied.

'That bastard,' Harry hissed. 'Making it seem like he's protecting me!'

'Indeed,' Snape agreed grimly.

'Does that mean there are no wards around the Dursleys?' asked Harry.

Snape frowned, 'that's a good question but I believe we agreed that we would test your shields.'

'Okay then,' Harry said bracing himself.

'Legimens,' Severus cast.

Severus found himself instantly cast out by the boy's shields. The boy was good he'd give him that. If someone had told him a couple of weeks ago that Harry Potter was a natural Occlumens Severus would never have believed him but now his whole opinion of James Potter's son had shifted with the truth coming out.

'Good,' Snape approved. 'But it's obvious you're blocking me. What you have to do is sort through all your memories in both your conscious and subconscious so that you will show only what you want to show.'

'Is that what will allow me to find out what happened at Godric's Hollow?' asked Harry.

'Indeed,' Snape said again. 'It will take a while as you'll have to live each memory and file it accordingly and place protections around the memory. Once you have done you'll be able to pull out the memories you choose and place it outside your shields so it will look as though you're telling the truth when you are lying. This is the most advanced and longest part of the process of becoming an Occlumens. When you feel you are ready get yourself a detention and I can test if I can detect any falsehoods.'

Harry nodded, 'good night sir,' he said leaving the room.