Chapter 9
"Hey, Harry, what are you going to wear today?" Harry looked up from rummaging through his trunk. Draco was hanging half out of the bathroom, his chin length hair still streaming water, dripping onto the bedroom floor.
"I have no idea." Harry threw up his hands helplessly. They had accumulated more clothing through will magic than Harry had ever owned in his life. He was incredibly overwhelmed by the newness of it all.And just think. If I hadn't have hopped on my broom without a second thought, I would still be at Privet Drive, probably in a healing sleep from another of Vernon's rages. He sighed, and dumped his trunk on his bed, clothing scattering everywhere. "Do you have any ideas?"
Draco hurried out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Um, oh man. Uncle Sev, Harry's having a clothing crisis of sorts. Severus poked his head in, clad in only a pair of black jeans.
"What?" He strolled in, pulling on a form fitting dark emerald shirt. He stared incredulously at his nephew, in his boxers, who was staring forlornly at the daunting pile of clothes on his bed. "What the hell? Potter, can't you dress yourself, or is that too hard for you?" He started piecing though the chest high pile.
Harry shot him a dirty look and sighed. "I've never had this problem before. I didn't have this much stuff, so I just pulled on whatever I had." Severus and Draco shot each other a look over Harry's head.
Since when is this a lot? they asked each other, confused. Harry heard them, and sent them visions of what he had to deal with since he was little. To say his uncle and soul mate were appalled would be the understatement of the century.
The HELL! exploded Draco. Potter, I take back everything I have ever said about your obvious color blindness or complete lack of fashion sense. I mean, really. How the hell can you let them get away with that horrible treatment? Not having decent clothing is a sin! Severus nodded vigorously in total agreement. Harry stared at them, bemused.
Ok... am I the only one in this room who is NOT obsessed with clothing? Sev and Draco stared at him, shocked.
Draco turned to Severus. In all seriousness, he stated, You know this means a shopping trip. Severus smirked, and looked his nephew over.
I agree, Mr. Malfoy. To not be obsessed with clothing shows a lack of proper instruction. We must remedy this at once. Harry gulped as the two Slytherins went through his wardrobe with a fine tooth comb, finally deciding on a short sleeved dark blue shirt with Draco's black and silver button down shirt over it, his black jeans, two chains, and his black boots. Harry finally dressed and snapped on his two spike bracelets on his wrists.
Severus stared thoughtfully at the two bracelets. "Those are interesting. I wonder if it would look strange if I wore some as well." Draco smirked and conjured four of them, as well as a spiked collar choker. He put on two of the bracelets and the choker, and then passed the other two to Severus. Severus stared at the choker. Harry snickered.
"Hang on a minute." Harry summoned another chain and quickly hooked it to Draco's spiked collar. "Now I just have to yank on it to get your attention." Severus snickered, and Draco hurriedly removed the collar, murder in his eyes.
"I am NOT YOUR BITCH, YOU ASS!" He tackled the laughing Gryffindor around the waist, and they fell to the ground wrestling. They flipped each other over and over, rolling on the floor. Severus quickly levitated himself out of the way. Somewhere in the process, Draco's towel started to slip. "Oh hell, let me up, Potter. My towel is falling off." Still chortling, Harry let the embarrassed (and almost bare assed) Draco up. He hurriedly grabbed his clothing and ran to the bathroom.
It's your own damn fault, you know. If you hadn't tackled me, you wouldn't have lost your towel. Harry laughed as Severus admired his newly created bracelets. "You like?" he asked casually.
Severus grinned evilly. "Hell yes. In fact, I liked the spiked collar as well, all though I do not think it would be appropriate for a professor to wear one." He sighed, fingering the discarded collar thoughtfully.
Harry smirked. "You know, you could wear it outside of Hogwarts. No one would know and I wouldn't tell." He conjured another one and held it out to Severus, dangling it in front of his nose. His uncle's eyes followed it, longingly. With a sigh and a half smile, he snatched it out from Harry's hand and put it on.
"If you try to give me a leash, I'll ground you" he warned his snickering nephew. Harry laughed and conjured one with dark blue metallic spikes and put it on himself. He stared at his wrists and changed the color from silver to a metallic blue to match his collar.
"Nice." Severus admired his nephew's clothing on the bed. "Hey, come up with some stuff for me?" he asked hopefully. Harry mock glared at him, then grinned.
"You are just as powerful as I am. Why can't you conjure the stuff yourself?" Sighing, he looked his uncle up and down. Concentrating, he created a large black fabric swatch. He added a silver shimmer undertone then formed a long sleeve tunic out of it. Severus hurriedly stripped off his shirt and put on the new one. It fell past his hips gracefully, and he conjured a full length mirror. He stared at his reflection in amazement. The sleeves were loose and fell to the middle of his thumbs, and the neckline was high with a notch in the center.
"Damn" he breathed quietly. "This is incredible." Harry smiled in the background, and Severus smiled at his reflection in the mirror. "Thank you." Harry ducked his head, blushing slightly. Severus turned a full turn, checking out what the back looked like. He did look good.
Draco waltzed out of the bathroom, toweling off his hair. He wore all black, from his long sleeved black tee shirt to his form fitting black leather pants. He walked over to his bed and sat down to pull on his boots. Looking up, he caught sight of his Godfather admiring himself in the mirror. "New shirt, Sev?" he asked.
"A Harry Potter original. Like it?" Sev tossed him the discarded collar, and after Draco noticed that everyone in the room had one on, donned it as well.
"Hell yes. He's got some skills."
Harry blushed and, grabbing his boots, walked quickly out of the room. You think that I was the next Armani by the way they gush and preen. Shaking his head, he sat down in the Common Room to wait for them to finish dressing.
Ten minutes later, the three of them strode up into the Great Hall from the Dungeons. Ron and Hermione rushed over.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" they yelled, enthusiastically. Hermione hugged him, and accidentally poked herself in the forehead on Harry's spikes.
"OWW!" she cried, rubbing her eyebrow. She glared suspiciously at Harry's neck and let out a squeak of surprise when she saw the spiked collar. "WHAT the HELL are you WEARING?"
Ron stared at Harry in confusion. "Harry, why are you dressed like a Goth?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Do you have a problem with the way I dress? I happen to like it." He raised a hand and absently studied his nails. "In fact, I might just have to get some black nail polish-" he trailed off, musing. Ron blanched.
"You wear MAKEUP??? WHAT ARE YOU, GAY???" Harry's face darkened, turning his emerald green eyes almost black.
"Why, Ronald, would you have a problem if I was? Would that ruin your perfect little world if your best friend, whom you have been ignoring to play tonsil hockey with your girlfriend, wasn't straight?" he hissed angrily. Dark green swirled around and his hair stood on end. Hermione and Ron took a nervous step backwards, glancing unsurely at each other. Draco and Severus stared at Harry in shock.
Ease up, Potter. You're scaring them. Draco put a restraining hand on Harry's shoulder and projected calm directly into Harry's mind. Harry could feel himself relaxing into Draco's touch and closed his eyes.
After a few seconds, he opened his eyes again. I'm fine, Draco. Thanks. Ron stared at them with a mixture of curiosity and disgust.
"So it's THAT way between you? Is that the reason you moved into Slytherin? To be closer to your slimy boyfriend?" Ron asked in contempt and disgust.
Harry stood there, completely shell-shocked. "I- Wha- HUH?" he studdered, staring at the people he had thought were his friends. He looked at Ron, confused and hurt at the expression of loathing etched into his features. Hoping it was some cruel joke, he lightly probed his friend's mind for answers. Thankfully, Ron didn't notice, but Draco mentally bitch slapped him.
Harry, that's wrong! You don't trespass on other people's thoughts with- wait, is that one of me? Draco watched avidly over Harry's mental shoulder, engrossed in Ron's thoughts.
I cannot believe this! I mean, you can't help who you fall in- wait, don't even go there! There is no way in Hell- is there? Is Harry really- and with Draco?! Gross! If he got with Seamus, that would be all right- wait, don't even want to THINK about Harry and another boy... I suppose I could deal with it if I really had to, but MALFOY???? Harry was surprised that Ron would jump to conclusions so quickly. Harry mentally apologized for trespassing on his supposed best friend's thoughts and continued searching. Not wanting to concentrate on Ron's slight homophobia, Harry searched for the explanation to Ron's outburst at his attire.
What the HELL have those two done to him? Ron asked himself, referring to Draco and Snape. Intrigued and curious, Draco led Harry to probe further. Next he'll show up with weird piercings everywhere!
Draco smirked and thought to himself, Tongue bar, yum. Harry mentally bitch slapped Draco, then actually thought about it.
Hey, I like the sound of that. I want a tongue bar. That would be cool, but not for your perverted reasons.
They went back to listening in on Ron's thoughts. He looks so freaky and evil in all black. Seriously, he's a total freak now. And, just a month ago, he looked normal. What the hell is going on with him?
Hermione broke in on his thoughts. Ronald Weaseley! Harry is still our friend, no matter who he's with in that way. But, why oh why did it have to be Draco Malfoy? He said they were soul mates. The only reference I have ever heard of is in my mom's romance books!
'Mione! What were you doing reading romance novels? Ron asked, amused and, to Harry and Draco's horror, vaguely interested in the content.
I'm gonna hurl! Ron wants to read ROMANCE NOVELS???? Harry mentally gagged. What Harry didn't realize was that he had yet to learn to control his facial expressions when looking at another persons thoughts. What he also failed to realize was the fact that Hermione was watching him when he turned a light green color and scrunched up his face.
Unfortunately for him, Hermione was not stupid enough to think he was just feeling under the weather. "HAROLD JAMES POTTER, WHAT IN HELL'S NAME GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO BE LISTENING IN ON OTHER PEOPLE'S MENTAL CONVERSATIONS?!"
Harry might have had the decency to be ashamed, but not Draco Malfoy. "HE HAS THE RIGHT WHEN THE CONVERSATION CONSISTS OF HIS SUPPOSED FRIENDS BADMOUTHING HIM AND HIS SEX LIFE!" the sexy, blond Slytherin screamed back at her.
Harry turned to Draco, energy swirling around him in a mad frenzy. "WHAT SEX LIFE?????" he roared, aghast that Draco would say such a thing, Although you know it's gonna happen his little voice of reason chimed in. Harry ignored it and concentrated on the situation at hand. "I AM NOT SLEEPING WITH YOU, DUMBASS! LEARN TO RECOGNIZE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN REALITY AND YOUR FANTASIES!!!!"
Hermione and Ron quickly backed up, certain that all hell was about to break loose. They were wrong, as usual.
Draco stared at Harry, tears forming in his eyes. "Thanks a lot, Harry. I thought we were friends. To think that I stood up for you, and you would turn the tables like that. I guess you can't expect anything from Gryffindors." He turned and stalked off. Severus stared at Harry, sorrow and anger plain on his face, then walked after his Godson.
"Oh shit, I screwed that up." Harry hung his head, and sat down at the Slytherin table. He glumly grabbed a piece of toast and started shredding it. He could feel Draco's hurt, and felt absolutely horrible. I didn't mean to yell like that. It, just, I don't know, got all screwed up. I'm so sorry I hurt him, but I can't believe that he'd say we were sleeping together. He knows, for God's sake. He knows how even thinking about it scares the shit outta me. I freaked out. Harry started banging his head against the table -Clunk- -Clunk- as if that would solve all of his problems.
Hermione and Ron were still standing near the door, looking at Harry as if waiting for him to explode. Or implode from the depression, Hermione thought. Realizing that Harry needed some alone time, Hermione steered Ron to the Gryffindor table, intent on getting some breakfast.
Five minutes later Harry was still sitting at the Slytherin table, brooding over the now unrecognizable pulp that had been his toast. Disgusted with the tiny blob, he shoved it across the table, where it sat, and in his mind, blew kissies at him. He was staring so avidly at it that he did not notice Draco apparate onto the table next to the blob.
You are one pathetic excuse for a demigod, you know that? I just received a vision of a blob of food sending you overly suggestive looks, Potter. Am I supposed to be jealous? Draco gave a weak attempt at his trade-mark smirk, and then glared at Harry intently, as the black-haired boy avoided his gaze by continuing to stare at the- toast. Okay, now I AM getting jealous, damn it.
I'm sorry. I didn't think, and let myself just react to what you said. You scared me. Harry continued to bang his head against the table, hoping to give himself a concussion. Draco grabbed his hair and yanked him up to stare into his eyes.
Did you mean it? he asked, staring into Harry's eyes intently. Did you mean that you're sorry?
Of course. I didn't want to hurt you. It came out really wrong, and I'm so sorry. Harry's anguish filled eyes stared straight into Draco's. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I reacted badly to your telling them like that. I won't blow up like that again, I promise" he said aloud. Hermione and Ron whipped around, and saw Draco yanking Harry's hair.
Ron turned puce. "YOU BASTARD! GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM!" he hopped off of the bench and sprinted to the Slytherin table, hurdling the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables in his haste. He skidded over to them, panting. "I SAID LET GO OF HIM!!!" he bellowed. Harry and Draco looked at each other, and Draco let go of Harry's hair. Harry's head clunked onto the table with a loud THUNK.
Harry raised his head with a grimace. "Ow, why'd you let go?" he asked Draco. Ron stared back and forth between the two, confused and disgusted.
"You mean you LIKE being treated that way?" he finally asked, suspicious.
"It's not a problem, if that's what you mean," Harry said cautiously. What on earth is he talking about? he asked Draco. Draco shrugged.
"You're- what're they called? A Masochist! You get off on pain! Sick!!!!" Ron made a gagging noise, disgusted. Harry's face turned white.
I'm not a freak. I'm not a freak. I'm not a freak. I don't get off on pain. I'm not a freak. Harry saw gray as he sagged against the table, the room spinning.
Draco saw red. He leapt off the table and grabbed Ron by the throat. "Tell me you did not just call my mate that" he growled. Ron squealed as he was suddenly dragged by the throat almost five feet off the ground. Draco snarled, energy whipping into a roiling storm around him. Lightning crackled and struck the Hufflepuff table, incinerating it instantly. Hermione screamed, a loud, piercing sound, and dove under the Staff table. She cowered there, terrified, her arms wrapped around her head.
Draco spun Ron around and around in a whirlwind. The benches and tables slowly dragged across the floor and lifted into the air, swirling around the terrified Weaseley. Draco added a line of fire to the whirlwind and, within seconds, Ron was encompassed in an inferno. He screamed, and water gushed forth from his body, extinguishing the flames. Draco slammed him into the wall repeatedly, his face twisted with rage.
Severus rushed into the Great Hall, followed by Alanna, Xander, and Professor Dumbledore. They skidded to a halt, shocked, then Severus sprinted to his out of control Godson. "DRACO! STOP IT, NOW!" he yelled, terrified that he would kill the other boy. Alanna and Xander slipped quietly over to Harry. He was crying and his face was an awful shade of gray. Alanna cradled him to her chest and Xander rubbed his back.
He called me a masochist and a freak. Why did he call me that? Harry asked them, tears streaming down his face.
I don't know, Harry. He was wrong. You have to calm down, so Draco can calm down. He's going to kill him if you don't do something. Xander projected an aura of calm around Harry. Within a few seconds, he nodded and concentrated on reaching Draco's mind.
Draco, it's me. Please don't hurt him. What he said was very wrong, but if you hurt him then there'll be hell to pay. Come on, please calm down. Harry prayed that he would get through to his enraged soul mate. Taking a deep breath, he forced feelings of calm and peace on the other boy. He could see Draco's face slowly untwist and the rage slowly leave his body. That's it, he encouraged. Please calm down. We don't need to be picking body parts off the ceiling for the next month.
Draco slowly lowered the gibbering boy to the ground, where he collapsed in a boneless heap. Hermione dashed out from under the table and grabbed her terrified boyfriend in her arms, glaring daggers at Draco. Draco still floated almost four feet in the air. He turned to gaze at Harry, and quickly flew over to him to make sure he was ok.
Harry and Draco gave each other the once over, and then calmly sat down to eat breakfast. Severus, Alanna, and Xander joined them.
Five minutes into their meal, there was a loud knock on the doors to the Entrance Hall. Dumbledore regally stood and walked over to them. He opened the door. "Yes? Can I help you, sir?" he asked politely to whoever was standing there.
"My name is Gareth McKnight, Wizarding Attorney at Law. I am looking for Harry Potter. My sources tell me that he has left his residence on Privet Drive and is staying here. May I come in? I have several legal documents for him." Dumbledore led a tall, balding man in very impressive robes into the Great Hall. The lawyer made a beeline for Harry, seated at the Slytherin table. Harry looked up and blinked at him, surprised.
"Mr. Potter? I am Gareth McKnight, your parents' and Mr. Black's estate Lawyer. They left wills entrusted to my care, on the condition that they would be read on your sixteenth birthday. If we could move to a private room, with Mr. William Weaseley, Remus Lupin, Draco Malfoy, and Severus Snape, I could read the wills and be out of your way in under an hour." Harry gaped at him.
"They had wills? How much are we talking about?" He turned to Dumbledore, who was sheepishly looking anywhere but at Harry. "Professor, what haven't you been telling me? Wait- let me rephrase that. Have you actually told me ANYTHING about my parents?" He turned back to the lawyer.
"Of course, Mr. McKnight. Severus Snape is right across from me, Draco is the blond next to me, and I can reach Remus and Bill immediately." Harry stood up and walked back down into the dungeons. Severus stood up and, walking quickly, followed him.
Severus led him into his quarters. You can only fire talk in the Common Room, but you can Floo into every teacher's fireplace. Harry strode over to the fireplace and, grabbing a fistful of Floo powder, threw it into the fire.
"Grimmauld Place!" he shouted, and stuck his head into the Floo. "Remus, are you there?" He saw Remus, asleep in an overstuffed chair. "Remus Lupin, wake up!" he yelled. He could hear Severus snort and laugh over his shoulder. In front of him, Remus stretched and yawned.
"Harry? What's wrong?" he asked, opening his eyes.
"A lawyer is at Hogwarts. It seems that my parents and Sirius left us their wills, and you are requested to join us. Come on!" Remus staggered over to the fire, and threw a handful of powder in.
"Watch your head. Hogwarts!" Harry pulled his head out of the fire, and Remus walked through.
As soon as he had cleared the fireplace, Harry threw another fistful in. "Bill Weaseley!" he shouted. He stuck his head back into the fire, and was connected to Bill's study. A very beautiful lady who looked like Draco walked over to the Floo.
"Who are you?" she asked, frowning.
"Harry Potter, ma'am. I'm looking for Bill. Could you get him for me, please?"
"I'm Cecilia, his wife. I'll get him right a way." She left, and a minute later, Bill came into view.
"Hi, Harry, what can I do for you?" he asked casually.
"My parents and Sirius left wills and the estate Lawyer says you have to be here for the reading. Are you busy?" Bill shook his head, suddenly looking grim.
"Ceily, let's go. Sirius's will is going to be read."
"Oh, Bill, are you going to be all right?" Harry backed his head out of the fireplace hurriedly. Ten seconds later, Bill and Cecilia stepped through. Severus gasped and hugged her.
"Sev!" she exclaimed. Draco walked into the room at that moment, then ran over to her.
"Ceily!" he yelled. She turned, and laughing, swung him into a hug.
Harry stared at them. "I take it you two are related?" he asked
"First cousins, actually." Cecilia ruffled Draco's hair. "You finally got rid of that damn hair gel. Thank God for small favors."
"Ceily is my Dad's older brother's daughter. What are you doing with Bill Weaseley? Are you two still together?" he asked.
"We were married two months ago, actually. Draco, I would like you to meet my wife, Cecilia Malfoy Weaseley" Bill proudly proclaimed. Draco's and Severus's jaws dropped.
"YOU ELOPED???" they shouted, laughing.
Draco hugged his cousin. "Good for you! I'm so happy you finally did it. You've only been dating for how long? Ten years?" He lightly punched Bill's shoulder. Bill laughed.
"I've been asking her for three years, and she finally said yes to a wedding date. I know Mum is going to kill me, because she doesn't approve, and Ceily's dad would rather see me dead than married to his daughter, so we were married in Egypt. They don't know yet."
Draco scowled. "That is going to be difficult. How are you going to tell them?"
"Hopefully from very far away." They laughed and walked back into the Great Hall.
As soon as Harry and Severus had left, Dumbledore bent into the Floo right behind the Teacher's table. He threw a handful of the Floo powder in, and shouted "Molly Weaseley!"
He stuck his head into the Floo, and a few seconds later, Ginny, Fred, George, and Molly walked excitedly out of the fireplace.
"Albus, Harry will be so thrilled! I can't wait to set up for his party tonight! He's going to be thrilled! Ginny! Help me set up the Room of Requirement!" Molly dragged her daughter up the stairs and out of the Great Hall, orders still echoing behind her.
Fred and George winced and hid behind Alanna and Xander. "Save us," George begged.
"Please," added Fred without missing a beat. "She wants us to," he shuddered "decorate".
Ginny carefully slunk back into the Great Hall. "Is she right behind me?" she asked worriedly. The people in the Hall shook their heads no. "Good. I swear, I love Mum, but she's driving me insane." She flopped onto a bench, just as Harry, Draco, Severus, Remus, Bill, and Cecilia walked into the Hall, laughing.
Fred, George, Ginny, and Ron jumped up and hugged their brother, talking and laughing excitedly. Bill held up his hands, and they stopped, confused.
"Hey, you guys, I have something important to tell you. You know how Ceily and I have been dating for so long? Well we got married two months ago. Isn't that great?"
"Married? To a Malfoy?" Ron's face screwed up. "That's- that's great, just great, Bill. Good for you." What the hell is it with the Malfoys?
Draco snarled, and tried to throttle Ron, but Severus gripped him by his collar. "Harry, you are right. These do come in handy. Down Draco." Draco turned, infuriated.
"Uncle SEV!" he shouted, tackling the Potions Master. "The HELL was THAT for?" Harry and Remus pulled Draco off Severus, laughing.
Gareth McKnight rolled his eyes and stood up, brushing off his robes. "If you are quite finished, I have an eleven o'clock appointment and I do not wish to be late." Harry nodded and ushered Severus, Remus, and Bill out of the Hall. Draco and Cecilia followed, chatting amiably. Ginny and the twins brought up the rear, planning what they could do for Harry's birthday.
"I think we should take him to the beach. He's never been there and it would be fun!" Ginny argued. The twins shook their heads.
"Come on, let's take him to the clubs! We know some good ones that you have to be 15 to get into, so you could go." George reasoned. Ginny looked somewhat convinced, until Draco turned around.
"So sorry, but Uncle Sev and I are taking him shopping. His lack of clothing and what he has had to put up with from those muggles of his has been completely appalling. He is going to the best malls, end of discussion."
Ginny, Fred, and George stared at each other, and grinned. "Of course! That's perfect!" Ginny exclaimed. "We all know that he needs some good clothes, though I really like what he's wearing now..." She trailed off, staring at Harry thoughtfully. "Where did he get those? They are so cool" and I would really like some of my own, though Mum would kill me, she added with a sigh.
Draco smirked. The Weaselette has good taste! I'm shocked!
Ginny pulled herself from wistfully imagining herself in skin tight leather pants, a crimson tube top, and some of those wicked spiked bracelets and chokers. "Thanks, Malfoy" she said absently. Draco choked.
"What?" he sputtered. Ginny looked up at him.
"You said I had good taste. Thanks." Shaking his head in bewilderment, Draco and the rest of them entered the Slytherin Common Rooms. They sat down around the roaring fire. Harry sat in between Draco and Severus and watched the lawyer worriedly. As soon as they were all comfortable, Gareth McKnight pulled three large envelopes out of the front of his robes, and broke the seal on the first. He cleared his throat, and began to read.
"I, James Potter, being of sound mind and judgment, do bequeath the entirety of my holdings as well as the entirety of the Potter Family Fortune, with the exceptions of the Marauder's Fund, to my son Harold James Potter.
The Holdings are, as follows:
1. 624,900,000 galleons in the Potter Family Vault, as well as 45,000 galleons, 1500 sickles in my wife's and my personal vault.
2. Potter Manor
3. 1510 Godric's Hollow
4. The Potter Summer Villa in Sicily
5. South Surrey Apartment Complex
I bequeath the sum of 100,000 galleons to the Marauder's Fund, as agreed upon by Myself, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, as well as these inspiring words.
"'Give them hell!'"
Harry stared in shock. How- how- how much? Draco laughed.
Welcome to the world of the idle rich, Harry. I told you that you were loaded. Believe me now? Harry nodded dumbly. Mr. McKnight continued, opening the second will.
"I, Sirius Black, being of sound mind and judgment, do bequeath the following items to the following people.
To my godson, Harry, I leave exactly one half of my inheritance, and the majority of my estates. They are as follows:
1. 48,000,000 galleons
2. Black Manor, which is co owned with Draco Malfoy
3. The Black Summer Villa in France
To my Dear Remus, I leave
1. 24,000,000 galleons
2. 12 Grimmauld Place
To my adopted brother, Bill Weaseley, I leave
1. 24,000,000 galleons
2. My summer home in Egypt
To Draco Malfoy, my second cousin, as my closest blood relative, you are entitled to Black Manor because it needs to stay in the family. If you EVER invite that bastard Voldemort there, I'll come back to make your life hell, understood?
I bequeath the sum of 100,000 galleons to the Marauder's fund, as agreed upon by myself and the rest of the Marauders. To our future generations, I leave this word of advice: "'Revenge is a dish best served cold.(1) Get 'em where it hurts!'"
Harry turned to stare at Bill. "What do you mean, adopted little brother?" Bill laughed and held up his left hand, showing a thin scar exactly like Severus's. Harry gasped and nodded in understanding.
Mr. McKnight waited patiently until they had quieted down again, then continued. He opened the last of the envelopes carefully.
"I, Lily Evans Potter, being of sound mind and judgment, do bequeath the entirety of Merlin's Fortune to my son, Harold James Potter. I-"
"WHAT?????" Everyone roared at once, then stared at Harry as if he were some weird specimen under a microscope. Harry himself had passed out.
Three minutes later, a much revived Harry was sitting up, supported by Draco and Severus. "Who's fortune?" he asked weakly. Mr. McKnight harrumphed and continued.
"Merlin's fortune to my son, Harold James Potter, as well as the entirety of my personal vault. They are as follows:
1. Merlin's fortune which is estimated at about 30,000,000,000 galleons (Harry gasped and almost fainted again)
2. Merlin's castle, located directly below Stonehenge
3. James's and my wedding bands
4. The ruby necklace James bought me for our first anniversary
To Severus Snape, I leave this envelope, gold key, and the instructions to look after my son. Should anything happen to Sirius, you are his legal guardian. Make sure that he is NEVER placed in the care of my sister and her husband, Vernon. This letter should reach you at the time of my death. However, the will should not be read until Harry's sixteenth birthday."
Mr. McKnight blinked and reread the last part. "I am heartily sorry, sir, but I was under strict orders not to open this until Mr. Potter's sixteenth birthday, and the letter was inside." He handed over the letter and a large golden key to Severus, clearly expecting retribution. Severus glared stonily at him then stood up and left to read the letter privately.
Harry sat there, panicking. I was never to go to the Dursleys? My mum wanted him to be my guardian. What happened? He hung his head in his hands, tears filling his eyes. It didn't have to happen. I could have been safe. He never would have been able to lay a finger on me. Why? Draco hugged him close, sharing his misery.
Snape skidded back into the room, looking extremely upset. "You say this was INSIDE the will, not separate???" he demanded.
"Yes, that is the way Albus Dumbledore handed them to me." Snape's face turned a strange purple color, before he completely relaxed.
"Revenge is a dish best served cold... Wise words, Black. Indeed, I shall get him where it hurts." Severus quietly mused, then shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. Everyone stared up at him expectantly. "We thank you for your time, Mr. McKnight. How soon can we arrange to have the necessary banking done?" Severus politely inquired.
The lawyer looked relieved. "The paperwork is already drawn up at Gringotts, sirs. All they need are the amounts and your signatures."
"Very well, we shall be there later on today, probably within two hours." Severus stood and extended his hand. Harry, Draco, and Bill copied him. Mr. McKnight shook their hands.
"Thank you for coming today" Harry said quietly, as they all stood and walked back to the Great Hall. Gareth McKnight immediately used the Floo in the Great Hall, after promising that he would send the wills immediately to Gringotts so they could augment the paperwork.
They had once again sat down, when Draco lurched to his feet, terror and agony stamped across his features. Harry staggered, feeling it too.
"Mother" he managed before bolting to the Entrance Hall, Harry in tow. The door creaked open and he skidded to a halt in front of a bloody figure lying on the steps, staining the Entrance Hall floor a deep red.
"Draco" the figure gasped. "Help me." Draco, with a tenderness that approximately half of the people behind him even knew he was capable of, he lifted the figure in his arms. Harry and Severus gaped, staring at Narcissa Malfoy's bloody and broken body cradled in her son's grasp.
Draco's aura flared brightly, eliciting a gasp and moan from his mother. Too slow, she's healing too slow and bleeding too much. Harry, she's going to die! Draco thought frantically. Harry came up behind him, and laying his hands on the now comatose Narcissa Malfoy, flared his aura as well. With a strangled scream, she shot into a sitting position. The bleeding slowed and stopped, and the many lacerations disappeared. Her other injuries healed as well.
Draco, she still has internal injuries. I don't know how much more of this she can take. Are we going to hurt her worse? Harry asked, eyeing their patient critically.
She has to be all right. I won't let her die! She's all I have left! Draco pushed with his aura, forcing her numerous internal injuries to heal, starting to hyperventilate. Harry thought a moment, then nodded and applied his magic to a completely different train of thought. Harry, what are you doing?? Help me heal her!
She lost a lot of blood, so she needs blood, or she will die. If we were Muggles, she'd be getting a transfusion, but I think I can get her red bone marrow to go into overdrive and produce more red blood cells. The only problem is that she needs fluids. Hey, Uncle Sev? How do you put fluids in a person without having them drink it or opening a vein?
Why would you open a vein? Severus asked, slightly disgusted.
My aunt's a nurse. Muggles use intravenous solutions to get fluids into people who can't swallow anything. They actually work really well. Harry thought about the idea. He conjured a bag of sterile saline and an IV line. He made a slit in her arm above her elbow and, forming a needle on the end of the IV line, slid it into her vein. He heated the fluids to body temperature and forced them to rapidly flow into her vein. Madam Pomfrey ran through the doors of the Great Hall and dashed over to them.
"How is she?" she asked hurriedly.
Draco was still hyperventilating. "She's gonna die! She's gonna die!"
"She will live, DRACO! Stop FREAKING OUT!" Harry slapped him across the face, hard. Draco jerked backwards, his hands flying to his face in shock.
"You- you hit me." Stunned, Draco rubbed his stinging cheek.
"You're not freaking out any more, are you?" Harry turned back to Narcissa, checking her vital signs with his aura. "She's going to be fine, Draco. In fact, she should be waking up soon." True to his word, Narcissa stirred and opened her eyes. She blinked at the sight of Harry Potter leaning over her, a green glow emanating from his hand.
"What? Where am I? Is this hell?" she croaked. Harry stared at her, shocked, then started chuckling.
Draco pushed Harry out of the way. "Mum! Are you all right?" he asked, worriedly. He was just about wringing his hands. Narcissa raised the arm not hooked to an IV and brushed his cheek, staring at the red mark.
"Draco! What happened to your face?" she asked, concerned. He jabbed a finger at Harry.
"He slapped me" he pouted, still shocked. Narcissa raised herself up on her elbows, wincing slightly at the movement.
"Why did you touch my son?" she asked, glaring daggers at him.
Harry smirked. "Because he was hyperventilating and about to pass out on top of you, which would have injured you further." He eased her back down, and removed the now empty IV from her arm, healing the incision he had made in the process. Narcissa watched him warily.
"Draco, why is he helping me?" she asked, confused and worried. Harry snickered.
"Mrs. Malfoy, it might be because your son ASKED for my help. Really, I don't mind, considering that I healed him single handedly from his injuries at the beginning of the summer. You might say I have a knack for it." Harry dusted himself off, getting blood all over his clothes in the process. "Damn. Now I'll have to go change, and I liked this outfit. Sorry Draco, I got blood on your shirt."
"That was my favorite shirt, jackass!" Draco scowled.
"So, will another into existence. And, next time, I won't help your demigod ass while your mother is bleeding all over the floor, ok?" With a smirk, Harry walked back down into the Slytherin Dorms to change. Draco stayed at his mother's side as she waved off Madam Pomfrey.
"What was he talking about? Will another shirt into existence? DEMIGOD? Draco, explain now!" She glared as Madam Pomfrey continued to fuss over her. "Madam, I am fine. They healed me, and I feel wonderful. Now, leave me alone!" She sat up and pulled her robes around her, grimacing at the mess.
"Mother, are you sure you're all right?" Draco asked, helping her to her feet. She swayed for a second and, after regaining her balance, nodded determinedly. Draco concentrated, then conjured a silver robe with midnight blue trim. She gaped, and he ducked his head.
"Draco, it's beautiful. How did you do that?" Alanna and Xander walked over to them, smirking.
"Um, Mum, this is Alanna and Xander. They can explain it better than I can." Narcissa, Alanna, and Xander sat down at the restored Hufflepuff table. Draco ran quickly down to the Slytherin Rooms to change as well, since he was also covered in blood.
He and Harry returned about three minutes later, in the same outfits but completely clean. I still don't get how you did that, Harry, Draco complained.
I just wished that I was clean and it happened. Really, it was will magic.
And how did I get clean then? Draco asked curiously. Narcissa stared as her son and his supposed worst enemy walked back into the Hall together without fighting.
I just wished that those leather pants of yours weren't ruined. It just kinda happened after that.
Oh.
Narcissa turned back to Alanna and Xander, wide eyed. "What did I miss? What is going on?"
They looked at each other. Alanna wearily started over. "Draco is a demigod. He is like us, and Harry is his soul mate." Narcissa stared at Alanna, obviously not comprehending.
"What does that mean? What is going on?"
"They are telepathically bonded, and are meant to be together. They are soul mates, one soul in two bodies."
"MY SON IS NOT GAY!"
Alanna sighed. Here we go again, she sent Xander. Xander rested his head in his hands, exasperated.
Xander raised his head and said calmly to Narcissa, "They cannot help who their soul mate is, nor can they help the gender-"
But he was cut off as Narcissa screeched "WELL I SURE AS HELL CAN HELP IT! IF HE WANTS TO BE WITH MY SON, THERE IS NO WAY HE'S STAYING A BOY! Hearing this, Xander swallowed hard as Alanna turned white behind him. "That poor, poor boy."
They all turned as they heard the sound of a high pitched shriek, and the sound of a body hitting the floor. "Not to worry," Draco called, "that was just Harry." He casually bent over and picked up Harry's unconscious body from the floor and carried him over to the Slytherin table. "Wakey wakey!" he yelled with an evil glint in his eye. Harry sat up, rubbing his head. He blanched.
"Don't let her turn me into a girl, please! I mean it, Malfoy, if you do..." Harry cringed, grabbing his package to reassure himself it was still there. Draco laughed. Narcissa stared at the both of them in shock.
"Draco, dear, don't tell me you are ok with all of this?" she asked, confused. "I thought you and Pansy were getting married?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Mother, Pansy is an annoying hag. How often must we go through this?"
"Don't be ridiculous. Pansy is a sweet girl. However, if you must share your life with that person" she waved at Harry, who bristled, "then you have to have heirs. Therefore, one of you must be a girl."
NOT IT! shouted Draco gleefully.
Harry scowled. This is of course assuming that we are going to have any sort of relationship. I told you- HELL NO! Harry started to bang his head into the table again.
If you give yourself a concussion, I'm going to laugh. Draco floated in midair, slowly turning flips. Harry followed him, and they sat, upside down, on the ceiling of the Great Hall. Narcissa stared at them in shock.
"I see what you mean" she finally said to Alanna and Xander. "So, how powerful is he?" she asked, studying her son.
"He and Harry have the power to take on Satan and win," Alanna said, referring to Clautius's title.
Narcissa stared at them "Satan? Why would they?"
"Because that is why Harry was created. He is the Human champion for our side. He is the only one who can destroy evil once and for all." Narcissa's eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
"How much of this does he know?"
"All of it. We don't keep secrets from our siblings, unlike Dumbledore. That is wrong."
Cecilia finally poked her two cents in. "Aunt Narcissa, stop harping about Harry. They are soul mates. That precedes all arranged marriages. You know that as well as I do. That's why I married Bill." Narcissa stared at her, mouth hanging open in shock.
"Yeah" Ginny chimed in. "Besides, you WANT Harry and your son to be together. Harry's the sole heir of Merlin's Fortune." Narcissa staggered from shock, completely floored.
"He's WHAT?" she finally asked, then stared at Harry with a calculating gleam in her eyes. That's more money than anyone else in the world... She grinned.
Harry floated back down to the ground, pulling Draco with him. "Come on, you promised me a shopping trip. I keep waiting and waiting, but we aren't going anywhere. I want to leave NOW!" He tugged on Draco's arm. Taking this as a sign, Bill, Cecilia, Severus, Remus, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George moved to the Floo.
Dudley and Petunia walked into the Great Hall. "Hey, where's everyone going?" Petunia asked.
"We are going SHOPPING!" cheered Ginny, as if that explained everything.
"Cool. Harry, do you mind if we tag along? We have some things to get as well." At Harry's nod, they walked over to the group. One at a time, they went through the Floo to the Leaky Cauldron.
Narcissa, Molly, Alanna, Xander, and Dumbledore remained behind. After everyone else had left, Narcissa turned to Molly.
"Is he really Merlin's heir?" she asked conversationally. Molly raised her eyebrows, confused as to why Mrs. Malfoy would actually be speaking to her civilly.
"Actually, yes, he is." Alanna stated from right behind Narcissa. Draco's mother turned and gave her a calculating look.
"How would you know, and who exactly are you?" she asked the demigoddess. Alanna smirked.
"I should know who my descendants are. Merlin was my son. I am Alanna, the demigoddess in charge of this miserable planet," she said, with a sweeping bow. Xander walked up behind her.
"I am Alexander, her soul mate and the demigod in charge of this forsaken dump." He also bowed. Narcissa's mouth dropped open.
"So they both are really-"
"Exactly like us. Except, they are almost three times as powerful as we are. They could, if they wanted to, take on our mother, God, and would give Her a run for her money." Smirking they led the dumbfounded mortals out of the Great Hall to prepare for Harry's birthday party.
A/N: Hey, twenty pages later, and I'm going strong. This story is seriously taking over my priorities. It is so much fun that I even dream about the next chapters. You have some good stuff ahead, especially if you love Goth clothing and Heavy Metal like I do. Thank you to all the people that reviewed, and especially the ones that offered me safe haven. But, my sis has lost her cattle prod, so I'm safe for now.
(1) Klingon Proverb. My parents are trekkies
"Hey, Harry, what are you going to wear today?" Harry looked up from rummaging through his trunk. Draco was hanging half out of the bathroom, his chin length hair still streaming water, dripping onto the bedroom floor.
"I have no idea." Harry threw up his hands helplessly. They had accumulated more clothing through will magic than Harry had ever owned in his life. He was incredibly overwhelmed by the newness of it all.And just think. If I hadn't have hopped on my broom without a second thought, I would still be at Privet Drive, probably in a healing sleep from another of Vernon's rages. He sighed, and dumped his trunk on his bed, clothing scattering everywhere. "Do you have any ideas?"
Draco hurried out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Um, oh man. Uncle Sev, Harry's having a clothing crisis of sorts. Severus poked his head in, clad in only a pair of black jeans.
"What?" He strolled in, pulling on a form fitting dark emerald shirt. He stared incredulously at his nephew, in his boxers, who was staring forlornly at the daunting pile of clothes on his bed. "What the hell? Potter, can't you dress yourself, or is that too hard for you?" He started piecing though the chest high pile.
Harry shot him a dirty look and sighed. "I've never had this problem before. I didn't have this much stuff, so I just pulled on whatever I had." Severus and Draco shot each other a look over Harry's head.
Since when is this a lot? they asked each other, confused. Harry heard them, and sent them visions of what he had to deal with since he was little. To say his uncle and soul mate were appalled would be the understatement of the century.
The HELL! exploded Draco. Potter, I take back everything I have ever said about your obvious color blindness or complete lack of fashion sense. I mean, really. How the hell can you let them get away with that horrible treatment? Not having decent clothing is a sin! Severus nodded vigorously in total agreement. Harry stared at them, bemused.
Ok... am I the only one in this room who is NOT obsessed with clothing? Sev and Draco stared at him, shocked.
Draco turned to Severus. In all seriousness, he stated, You know this means a shopping trip. Severus smirked, and looked his nephew over.
I agree, Mr. Malfoy. To not be obsessed with clothing shows a lack of proper instruction. We must remedy this at once. Harry gulped as the two Slytherins went through his wardrobe with a fine tooth comb, finally deciding on a short sleeved dark blue shirt with Draco's black and silver button down shirt over it, his black jeans, two chains, and his black boots. Harry finally dressed and snapped on his two spike bracelets on his wrists.
Severus stared thoughtfully at the two bracelets. "Those are interesting. I wonder if it would look strange if I wore some as well." Draco smirked and conjured four of them, as well as a spiked collar choker. He put on two of the bracelets and the choker, and then passed the other two to Severus. Severus stared at the choker. Harry snickered.
"Hang on a minute." Harry summoned another chain and quickly hooked it to Draco's spiked collar. "Now I just have to yank on it to get your attention." Severus snickered, and Draco hurriedly removed the collar, murder in his eyes.
"I am NOT YOUR BITCH, YOU ASS!" He tackled the laughing Gryffindor around the waist, and they fell to the ground wrestling. They flipped each other over and over, rolling on the floor. Severus quickly levitated himself out of the way. Somewhere in the process, Draco's towel started to slip. "Oh hell, let me up, Potter. My towel is falling off." Still chortling, Harry let the embarrassed (and almost bare assed) Draco up. He hurriedly grabbed his clothing and ran to the bathroom.
It's your own damn fault, you know. If you hadn't tackled me, you wouldn't have lost your towel. Harry laughed as Severus admired his newly created bracelets. "You like?" he asked casually.
Severus grinned evilly. "Hell yes. In fact, I liked the spiked collar as well, all though I do not think it would be appropriate for a professor to wear one." He sighed, fingering the discarded collar thoughtfully.
Harry smirked. "You know, you could wear it outside of Hogwarts. No one would know and I wouldn't tell." He conjured another one and held it out to Severus, dangling it in front of his nose. His uncle's eyes followed it, longingly. With a sigh and a half smile, he snatched it out from Harry's hand and put it on.
"If you try to give me a leash, I'll ground you" he warned his snickering nephew. Harry laughed and conjured one with dark blue metallic spikes and put it on himself. He stared at his wrists and changed the color from silver to a metallic blue to match his collar.
"Nice." Severus admired his nephew's clothing on the bed. "Hey, come up with some stuff for me?" he asked hopefully. Harry mock glared at him, then grinned.
"You are just as powerful as I am. Why can't you conjure the stuff yourself?" Sighing, he looked his uncle up and down. Concentrating, he created a large black fabric swatch. He added a silver shimmer undertone then formed a long sleeve tunic out of it. Severus hurriedly stripped off his shirt and put on the new one. It fell past his hips gracefully, and he conjured a full length mirror. He stared at his reflection in amazement. The sleeves were loose and fell to the middle of his thumbs, and the neckline was high with a notch in the center.
"Damn" he breathed quietly. "This is incredible." Harry smiled in the background, and Severus smiled at his reflection in the mirror. "Thank you." Harry ducked his head, blushing slightly. Severus turned a full turn, checking out what the back looked like. He did look good.
Draco waltzed out of the bathroom, toweling off his hair. He wore all black, from his long sleeved black tee shirt to his form fitting black leather pants. He walked over to his bed and sat down to pull on his boots. Looking up, he caught sight of his Godfather admiring himself in the mirror. "New shirt, Sev?" he asked.
"A Harry Potter original. Like it?" Sev tossed him the discarded collar, and after Draco noticed that everyone in the room had one on, donned it as well.
"Hell yes. He's got some skills."
Harry blushed and, grabbing his boots, walked quickly out of the room. You think that I was the next Armani by the way they gush and preen. Shaking his head, he sat down in the Common Room to wait for them to finish dressing.
Ten minutes later, the three of them strode up into the Great Hall from the Dungeons. Ron and Hermione rushed over.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" they yelled, enthusiastically. Hermione hugged him, and accidentally poked herself in the forehead on Harry's spikes.
"OWW!" she cried, rubbing her eyebrow. She glared suspiciously at Harry's neck and let out a squeak of surprise when she saw the spiked collar. "WHAT the HELL are you WEARING?"
Ron stared at Harry in confusion. "Harry, why are you dressed like a Goth?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Do you have a problem with the way I dress? I happen to like it." He raised a hand and absently studied his nails. "In fact, I might just have to get some black nail polish-" he trailed off, musing. Ron blanched.
"You wear MAKEUP??? WHAT ARE YOU, GAY???" Harry's face darkened, turning his emerald green eyes almost black.
"Why, Ronald, would you have a problem if I was? Would that ruin your perfect little world if your best friend, whom you have been ignoring to play tonsil hockey with your girlfriend, wasn't straight?" he hissed angrily. Dark green swirled around and his hair stood on end. Hermione and Ron took a nervous step backwards, glancing unsurely at each other. Draco and Severus stared at Harry in shock.
Ease up, Potter. You're scaring them. Draco put a restraining hand on Harry's shoulder and projected calm directly into Harry's mind. Harry could feel himself relaxing into Draco's touch and closed his eyes.
After a few seconds, he opened his eyes again. I'm fine, Draco. Thanks. Ron stared at them with a mixture of curiosity and disgust.
"So it's THAT way between you? Is that the reason you moved into Slytherin? To be closer to your slimy boyfriend?" Ron asked in contempt and disgust.
Harry stood there, completely shell-shocked. "I- Wha- HUH?" he studdered, staring at the people he had thought were his friends. He looked at Ron, confused and hurt at the expression of loathing etched into his features. Hoping it was some cruel joke, he lightly probed his friend's mind for answers. Thankfully, Ron didn't notice, but Draco mentally bitch slapped him.
Harry, that's wrong! You don't trespass on other people's thoughts with- wait, is that one of me? Draco watched avidly over Harry's mental shoulder, engrossed in Ron's thoughts.
I cannot believe this! I mean, you can't help who you fall in- wait, don't even go there! There is no way in Hell- is there? Is Harry really- and with Draco?! Gross! If he got with Seamus, that would be all right- wait, don't even want to THINK about Harry and another boy... I suppose I could deal with it if I really had to, but MALFOY???? Harry was surprised that Ron would jump to conclusions so quickly. Harry mentally apologized for trespassing on his supposed best friend's thoughts and continued searching. Not wanting to concentrate on Ron's slight homophobia, Harry searched for the explanation to Ron's outburst at his attire.
What the HELL have those two done to him? Ron asked himself, referring to Draco and Snape. Intrigued and curious, Draco led Harry to probe further. Next he'll show up with weird piercings everywhere!
Draco smirked and thought to himself, Tongue bar, yum. Harry mentally bitch slapped Draco, then actually thought about it.
Hey, I like the sound of that. I want a tongue bar. That would be cool, but not for your perverted reasons.
They went back to listening in on Ron's thoughts. He looks so freaky and evil in all black. Seriously, he's a total freak now. And, just a month ago, he looked normal. What the hell is going on with him?
Hermione broke in on his thoughts. Ronald Weaseley! Harry is still our friend, no matter who he's with in that way. But, why oh why did it have to be Draco Malfoy? He said they were soul mates. The only reference I have ever heard of is in my mom's romance books!
'Mione! What were you doing reading romance novels? Ron asked, amused and, to Harry and Draco's horror, vaguely interested in the content.
I'm gonna hurl! Ron wants to read ROMANCE NOVELS???? Harry mentally gagged. What Harry didn't realize was that he had yet to learn to control his facial expressions when looking at another persons thoughts. What he also failed to realize was the fact that Hermione was watching him when he turned a light green color and scrunched up his face.
Unfortunately for him, Hermione was not stupid enough to think he was just feeling under the weather. "HAROLD JAMES POTTER, WHAT IN HELL'S NAME GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO BE LISTENING IN ON OTHER PEOPLE'S MENTAL CONVERSATIONS?!"
Harry might have had the decency to be ashamed, but not Draco Malfoy. "HE HAS THE RIGHT WHEN THE CONVERSATION CONSISTS OF HIS SUPPOSED FRIENDS BADMOUTHING HIM AND HIS SEX LIFE!" the sexy, blond Slytherin screamed back at her.
Harry turned to Draco, energy swirling around him in a mad frenzy. "WHAT SEX LIFE?????" he roared, aghast that Draco would say such a thing, Although you know it's gonna happen his little voice of reason chimed in. Harry ignored it and concentrated on the situation at hand. "I AM NOT SLEEPING WITH YOU, DUMBASS! LEARN TO RECOGNIZE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN REALITY AND YOUR FANTASIES!!!!"
Hermione and Ron quickly backed up, certain that all hell was about to break loose. They were wrong, as usual.
Draco stared at Harry, tears forming in his eyes. "Thanks a lot, Harry. I thought we were friends. To think that I stood up for you, and you would turn the tables like that. I guess you can't expect anything from Gryffindors." He turned and stalked off. Severus stared at Harry, sorrow and anger plain on his face, then walked after his Godson.
"Oh shit, I screwed that up." Harry hung his head, and sat down at the Slytherin table. He glumly grabbed a piece of toast and started shredding it. He could feel Draco's hurt, and felt absolutely horrible. I didn't mean to yell like that. It, just, I don't know, got all screwed up. I'm so sorry I hurt him, but I can't believe that he'd say we were sleeping together. He knows, for God's sake. He knows how even thinking about it scares the shit outta me. I freaked out. Harry started banging his head against the table -Clunk- -Clunk- as if that would solve all of his problems.
Hermione and Ron were still standing near the door, looking at Harry as if waiting for him to explode. Or implode from the depression, Hermione thought. Realizing that Harry needed some alone time, Hermione steered Ron to the Gryffindor table, intent on getting some breakfast.
Five minutes later Harry was still sitting at the Slytherin table, brooding over the now unrecognizable pulp that had been his toast. Disgusted with the tiny blob, he shoved it across the table, where it sat, and in his mind, blew kissies at him. He was staring so avidly at it that he did not notice Draco apparate onto the table next to the blob.
You are one pathetic excuse for a demigod, you know that? I just received a vision of a blob of food sending you overly suggestive looks, Potter. Am I supposed to be jealous? Draco gave a weak attempt at his trade-mark smirk, and then glared at Harry intently, as the black-haired boy avoided his gaze by continuing to stare at the- toast. Okay, now I AM getting jealous, damn it.
I'm sorry. I didn't think, and let myself just react to what you said. You scared me. Harry continued to bang his head against the table, hoping to give himself a concussion. Draco grabbed his hair and yanked him up to stare into his eyes.
Did you mean it? he asked, staring into Harry's eyes intently. Did you mean that you're sorry?
Of course. I didn't want to hurt you. It came out really wrong, and I'm so sorry. Harry's anguish filled eyes stared straight into Draco's. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I reacted badly to your telling them like that. I won't blow up like that again, I promise" he said aloud. Hermione and Ron whipped around, and saw Draco yanking Harry's hair.
Ron turned puce. "YOU BASTARD! GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM!" he hopped off of the bench and sprinted to the Slytherin table, hurdling the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables in his haste. He skidded over to them, panting. "I SAID LET GO OF HIM!!!" he bellowed. Harry and Draco looked at each other, and Draco let go of Harry's hair. Harry's head clunked onto the table with a loud THUNK.
Harry raised his head with a grimace. "Ow, why'd you let go?" he asked Draco. Ron stared back and forth between the two, confused and disgusted.
"You mean you LIKE being treated that way?" he finally asked, suspicious.
"It's not a problem, if that's what you mean," Harry said cautiously. What on earth is he talking about? he asked Draco. Draco shrugged.
"You're- what're they called? A Masochist! You get off on pain! Sick!!!!" Ron made a gagging noise, disgusted. Harry's face turned white.
I'm not a freak. I'm not a freak. I'm not a freak. I don't get off on pain. I'm not a freak. Harry saw gray as he sagged against the table, the room spinning.
Draco saw red. He leapt off the table and grabbed Ron by the throat. "Tell me you did not just call my mate that" he growled. Ron squealed as he was suddenly dragged by the throat almost five feet off the ground. Draco snarled, energy whipping into a roiling storm around him. Lightning crackled and struck the Hufflepuff table, incinerating it instantly. Hermione screamed, a loud, piercing sound, and dove under the Staff table. She cowered there, terrified, her arms wrapped around her head.
Draco spun Ron around and around in a whirlwind. The benches and tables slowly dragged across the floor and lifted into the air, swirling around the terrified Weaseley. Draco added a line of fire to the whirlwind and, within seconds, Ron was encompassed in an inferno. He screamed, and water gushed forth from his body, extinguishing the flames. Draco slammed him into the wall repeatedly, his face twisted with rage.
Severus rushed into the Great Hall, followed by Alanna, Xander, and Professor Dumbledore. They skidded to a halt, shocked, then Severus sprinted to his out of control Godson. "DRACO! STOP IT, NOW!" he yelled, terrified that he would kill the other boy. Alanna and Xander slipped quietly over to Harry. He was crying and his face was an awful shade of gray. Alanna cradled him to her chest and Xander rubbed his back.
He called me a masochist and a freak. Why did he call me that? Harry asked them, tears streaming down his face.
I don't know, Harry. He was wrong. You have to calm down, so Draco can calm down. He's going to kill him if you don't do something. Xander projected an aura of calm around Harry. Within a few seconds, he nodded and concentrated on reaching Draco's mind.
Draco, it's me. Please don't hurt him. What he said was very wrong, but if you hurt him then there'll be hell to pay. Come on, please calm down. Harry prayed that he would get through to his enraged soul mate. Taking a deep breath, he forced feelings of calm and peace on the other boy. He could see Draco's face slowly untwist and the rage slowly leave his body. That's it, he encouraged. Please calm down. We don't need to be picking body parts off the ceiling for the next month.
Draco slowly lowered the gibbering boy to the ground, where he collapsed in a boneless heap. Hermione dashed out from under the table and grabbed her terrified boyfriend in her arms, glaring daggers at Draco. Draco still floated almost four feet in the air. He turned to gaze at Harry, and quickly flew over to him to make sure he was ok.
Harry and Draco gave each other the once over, and then calmly sat down to eat breakfast. Severus, Alanna, and Xander joined them.
Five minutes into their meal, there was a loud knock on the doors to the Entrance Hall. Dumbledore regally stood and walked over to them. He opened the door. "Yes? Can I help you, sir?" he asked politely to whoever was standing there.
"My name is Gareth McKnight, Wizarding Attorney at Law. I am looking for Harry Potter. My sources tell me that he has left his residence on Privet Drive and is staying here. May I come in? I have several legal documents for him." Dumbledore led a tall, balding man in very impressive robes into the Great Hall. The lawyer made a beeline for Harry, seated at the Slytherin table. Harry looked up and blinked at him, surprised.
"Mr. Potter? I am Gareth McKnight, your parents' and Mr. Black's estate Lawyer. They left wills entrusted to my care, on the condition that they would be read on your sixteenth birthday. If we could move to a private room, with Mr. William Weaseley, Remus Lupin, Draco Malfoy, and Severus Snape, I could read the wills and be out of your way in under an hour." Harry gaped at him.
"They had wills? How much are we talking about?" He turned to Dumbledore, who was sheepishly looking anywhere but at Harry. "Professor, what haven't you been telling me? Wait- let me rephrase that. Have you actually told me ANYTHING about my parents?" He turned back to the lawyer.
"Of course, Mr. McKnight. Severus Snape is right across from me, Draco is the blond next to me, and I can reach Remus and Bill immediately." Harry stood up and walked back down into the dungeons. Severus stood up and, walking quickly, followed him.
Severus led him into his quarters. You can only fire talk in the Common Room, but you can Floo into every teacher's fireplace. Harry strode over to the fireplace and, grabbing a fistful of Floo powder, threw it into the fire.
"Grimmauld Place!" he shouted, and stuck his head into the Floo. "Remus, are you there?" He saw Remus, asleep in an overstuffed chair. "Remus Lupin, wake up!" he yelled. He could hear Severus snort and laugh over his shoulder. In front of him, Remus stretched and yawned.
"Harry? What's wrong?" he asked, opening his eyes.
"A lawyer is at Hogwarts. It seems that my parents and Sirius left us their wills, and you are requested to join us. Come on!" Remus staggered over to the fire, and threw a handful of powder in.
"Watch your head. Hogwarts!" Harry pulled his head out of the fire, and Remus walked through.
As soon as he had cleared the fireplace, Harry threw another fistful in. "Bill Weaseley!" he shouted. He stuck his head back into the fire, and was connected to Bill's study. A very beautiful lady who looked like Draco walked over to the Floo.
"Who are you?" she asked, frowning.
"Harry Potter, ma'am. I'm looking for Bill. Could you get him for me, please?"
"I'm Cecilia, his wife. I'll get him right a way." She left, and a minute later, Bill came into view.
"Hi, Harry, what can I do for you?" he asked casually.
"My parents and Sirius left wills and the estate Lawyer says you have to be here for the reading. Are you busy?" Bill shook his head, suddenly looking grim.
"Ceily, let's go. Sirius's will is going to be read."
"Oh, Bill, are you going to be all right?" Harry backed his head out of the fireplace hurriedly. Ten seconds later, Bill and Cecilia stepped through. Severus gasped and hugged her.
"Sev!" she exclaimed. Draco walked into the room at that moment, then ran over to her.
"Ceily!" he yelled. She turned, and laughing, swung him into a hug.
Harry stared at them. "I take it you two are related?" he asked
"First cousins, actually." Cecilia ruffled Draco's hair. "You finally got rid of that damn hair gel. Thank God for small favors."
"Ceily is my Dad's older brother's daughter. What are you doing with Bill Weaseley? Are you two still together?" he asked.
"We were married two months ago, actually. Draco, I would like you to meet my wife, Cecilia Malfoy Weaseley" Bill proudly proclaimed. Draco's and Severus's jaws dropped.
"YOU ELOPED???" they shouted, laughing.
Draco hugged his cousin. "Good for you! I'm so happy you finally did it. You've only been dating for how long? Ten years?" He lightly punched Bill's shoulder. Bill laughed.
"I've been asking her for three years, and she finally said yes to a wedding date. I know Mum is going to kill me, because she doesn't approve, and Ceily's dad would rather see me dead than married to his daughter, so we were married in Egypt. They don't know yet."
Draco scowled. "That is going to be difficult. How are you going to tell them?"
"Hopefully from very far away." They laughed and walked back into the Great Hall.
As soon as Harry and Severus had left, Dumbledore bent into the Floo right behind the Teacher's table. He threw a handful of the Floo powder in, and shouted "Molly Weaseley!"
He stuck his head into the Floo, and a few seconds later, Ginny, Fred, George, and Molly walked excitedly out of the fireplace.
"Albus, Harry will be so thrilled! I can't wait to set up for his party tonight! He's going to be thrilled! Ginny! Help me set up the Room of Requirement!" Molly dragged her daughter up the stairs and out of the Great Hall, orders still echoing behind her.
Fred and George winced and hid behind Alanna and Xander. "Save us," George begged.
"Please," added Fred without missing a beat. "She wants us to," he shuddered "decorate".
Ginny carefully slunk back into the Great Hall. "Is she right behind me?" she asked worriedly. The people in the Hall shook their heads no. "Good. I swear, I love Mum, but she's driving me insane." She flopped onto a bench, just as Harry, Draco, Severus, Remus, Bill, and Cecilia walked into the Hall, laughing.
Fred, George, Ginny, and Ron jumped up and hugged their brother, talking and laughing excitedly. Bill held up his hands, and they stopped, confused.
"Hey, you guys, I have something important to tell you. You know how Ceily and I have been dating for so long? Well we got married two months ago. Isn't that great?"
"Married? To a Malfoy?" Ron's face screwed up. "That's- that's great, just great, Bill. Good for you." What the hell is it with the Malfoys?
Draco snarled, and tried to throttle Ron, but Severus gripped him by his collar. "Harry, you are right. These do come in handy. Down Draco." Draco turned, infuriated.
"Uncle SEV!" he shouted, tackling the Potions Master. "The HELL was THAT for?" Harry and Remus pulled Draco off Severus, laughing.
Gareth McKnight rolled his eyes and stood up, brushing off his robes. "If you are quite finished, I have an eleven o'clock appointment and I do not wish to be late." Harry nodded and ushered Severus, Remus, and Bill out of the Hall. Draco and Cecilia followed, chatting amiably. Ginny and the twins brought up the rear, planning what they could do for Harry's birthday.
"I think we should take him to the beach. He's never been there and it would be fun!" Ginny argued. The twins shook their heads.
"Come on, let's take him to the clubs! We know some good ones that you have to be 15 to get into, so you could go." George reasoned. Ginny looked somewhat convinced, until Draco turned around.
"So sorry, but Uncle Sev and I are taking him shopping. His lack of clothing and what he has had to put up with from those muggles of his has been completely appalling. He is going to the best malls, end of discussion."
Ginny, Fred, and George stared at each other, and grinned. "Of course! That's perfect!" Ginny exclaimed. "We all know that he needs some good clothes, though I really like what he's wearing now..." She trailed off, staring at Harry thoughtfully. "Where did he get those? They are so cool" and I would really like some of my own, though Mum would kill me, she added with a sigh.
Draco smirked. The Weaselette has good taste! I'm shocked!
Ginny pulled herself from wistfully imagining herself in skin tight leather pants, a crimson tube top, and some of those wicked spiked bracelets and chokers. "Thanks, Malfoy" she said absently. Draco choked.
"What?" he sputtered. Ginny looked up at him.
"You said I had good taste. Thanks." Shaking his head in bewilderment, Draco and the rest of them entered the Slytherin Common Rooms. They sat down around the roaring fire. Harry sat in between Draco and Severus and watched the lawyer worriedly. As soon as they were all comfortable, Gareth McKnight pulled three large envelopes out of the front of his robes, and broke the seal on the first. He cleared his throat, and began to read.
"I, James Potter, being of sound mind and judgment, do bequeath the entirety of my holdings as well as the entirety of the Potter Family Fortune, with the exceptions of the Marauder's Fund, to my son Harold James Potter.
The Holdings are, as follows:
1. 624,900,000 galleons in the Potter Family Vault, as well as 45,000 galleons, 1500 sickles in my wife's and my personal vault.
2. Potter Manor
3. 1510 Godric's Hollow
4. The Potter Summer Villa in Sicily
5. South Surrey Apartment Complex
I bequeath the sum of 100,000 galleons to the Marauder's Fund, as agreed upon by Myself, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, as well as these inspiring words.
"'Give them hell!'"
Harry stared in shock. How- how- how much? Draco laughed.
Welcome to the world of the idle rich, Harry. I told you that you were loaded. Believe me now? Harry nodded dumbly. Mr. McKnight continued, opening the second will.
"I, Sirius Black, being of sound mind and judgment, do bequeath the following items to the following people.
To my godson, Harry, I leave exactly one half of my inheritance, and the majority of my estates. They are as follows:
1. 48,000,000 galleons
2. Black Manor, which is co owned with Draco Malfoy
3. The Black Summer Villa in France
To my Dear Remus, I leave
1. 24,000,000 galleons
2. 12 Grimmauld Place
To my adopted brother, Bill Weaseley, I leave
1. 24,000,000 galleons
2. My summer home in Egypt
To Draco Malfoy, my second cousin, as my closest blood relative, you are entitled to Black Manor because it needs to stay in the family. If you EVER invite that bastard Voldemort there, I'll come back to make your life hell, understood?
I bequeath the sum of 100,000 galleons to the Marauder's fund, as agreed upon by myself and the rest of the Marauders. To our future generations, I leave this word of advice: "'Revenge is a dish best served cold.(1) Get 'em where it hurts!'"
Harry turned to stare at Bill. "What do you mean, adopted little brother?" Bill laughed and held up his left hand, showing a thin scar exactly like Severus's. Harry gasped and nodded in understanding.
Mr. McKnight waited patiently until they had quieted down again, then continued. He opened the last of the envelopes carefully.
"I, Lily Evans Potter, being of sound mind and judgment, do bequeath the entirety of Merlin's Fortune to my son, Harold James Potter. I-"
"WHAT?????" Everyone roared at once, then stared at Harry as if he were some weird specimen under a microscope. Harry himself had passed out.
Three minutes later, a much revived Harry was sitting up, supported by Draco and Severus. "Who's fortune?" he asked weakly. Mr. McKnight harrumphed and continued.
"Merlin's fortune to my son, Harold James Potter, as well as the entirety of my personal vault. They are as follows:
1. Merlin's fortune which is estimated at about 30,000,000,000 galleons (Harry gasped and almost fainted again)
2. Merlin's castle, located directly below Stonehenge
3. James's and my wedding bands
4. The ruby necklace James bought me for our first anniversary
To Severus Snape, I leave this envelope, gold key, and the instructions to look after my son. Should anything happen to Sirius, you are his legal guardian. Make sure that he is NEVER placed in the care of my sister and her husband, Vernon. This letter should reach you at the time of my death. However, the will should not be read until Harry's sixteenth birthday."
Mr. McKnight blinked and reread the last part. "I am heartily sorry, sir, but I was under strict orders not to open this until Mr. Potter's sixteenth birthday, and the letter was inside." He handed over the letter and a large golden key to Severus, clearly expecting retribution. Severus glared stonily at him then stood up and left to read the letter privately.
Harry sat there, panicking. I was never to go to the Dursleys? My mum wanted him to be my guardian. What happened? He hung his head in his hands, tears filling his eyes. It didn't have to happen. I could have been safe. He never would have been able to lay a finger on me. Why? Draco hugged him close, sharing his misery.
Snape skidded back into the room, looking extremely upset. "You say this was INSIDE the will, not separate???" he demanded.
"Yes, that is the way Albus Dumbledore handed them to me." Snape's face turned a strange purple color, before he completely relaxed.
"Revenge is a dish best served cold... Wise words, Black. Indeed, I shall get him where it hurts." Severus quietly mused, then shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. Everyone stared up at him expectantly. "We thank you for your time, Mr. McKnight. How soon can we arrange to have the necessary banking done?" Severus politely inquired.
The lawyer looked relieved. "The paperwork is already drawn up at Gringotts, sirs. All they need are the amounts and your signatures."
"Very well, we shall be there later on today, probably within two hours." Severus stood and extended his hand. Harry, Draco, and Bill copied him. Mr. McKnight shook their hands.
"Thank you for coming today" Harry said quietly, as they all stood and walked back to the Great Hall. Gareth McKnight immediately used the Floo in the Great Hall, after promising that he would send the wills immediately to Gringotts so they could augment the paperwork.
They had once again sat down, when Draco lurched to his feet, terror and agony stamped across his features. Harry staggered, feeling it too.
"Mother" he managed before bolting to the Entrance Hall, Harry in tow. The door creaked open and he skidded to a halt in front of a bloody figure lying on the steps, staining the Entrance Hall floor a deep red.
"Draco" the figure gasped. "Help me." Draco, with a tenderness that approximately half of the people behind him even knew he was capable of, he lifted the figure in his arms. Harry and Severus gaped, staring at Narcissa Malfoy's bloody and broken body cradled in her son's grasp.
Draco's aura flared brightly, eliciting a gasp and moan from his mother. Too slow, she's healing too slow and bleeding too much. Harry, she's going to die! Draco thought frantically. Harry came up behind him, and laying his hands on the now comatose Narcissa Malfoy, flared his aura as well. With a strangled scream, she shot into a sitting position. The bleeding slowed and stopped, and the many lacerations disappeared. Her other injuries healed as well.
Draco, she still has internal injuries. I don't know how much more of this she can take. Are we going to hurt her worse? Harry asked, eyeing their patient critically.
She has to be all right. I won't let her die! She's all I have left! Draco pushed with his aura, forcing her numerous internal injuries to heal, starting to hyperventilate. Harry thought a moment, then nodded and applied his magic to a completely different train of thought. Harry, what are you doing?? Help me heal her!
She lost a lot of blood, so she needs blood, or she will die. If we were Muggles, she'd be getting a transfusion, but I think I can get her red bone marrow to go into overdrive and produce more red blood cells. The only problem is that she needs fluids. Hey, Uncle Sev? How do you put fluids in a person without having them drink it or opening a vein?
Why would you open a vein? Severus asked, slightly disgusted.
My aunt's a nurse. Muggles use intravenous solutions to get fluids into people who can't swallow anything. They actually work really well. Harry thought about the idea. He conjured a bag of sterile saline and an IV line. He made a slit in her arm above her elbow and, forming a needle on the end of the IV line, slid it into her vein. He heated the fluids to body temperature and forced them to rapidly flow into her vein. Madam Pomfrey ran through the doors of the Great Hall and dashed over to them.
"How is she?" she asked hurriedly.
Draco was still hyperventilating. "She's gonna die! She's gonna die!"
"She will live, DRACO! Stop FREAKING OUT!" Harry slapped him across the face, hard. Draco jerked backwards, his hands flying to his face in shock.
"You- you hit me." Stunned, Draco rubbed his stinging cheek.
"You're not freaking out any more, are you?" Harry turned back to Narcissa, checking her vital signs with his aura. "She's going to be fine, Draco. In fact, she should be waking up soon." True to his word, Narcissa stirred and opened her eyes. She blinked at the sight of Harry Potter leaning over her, a green glow emanating from his hand.
"What? Where am I? Is this hell?" she croaked. Harry stared at her, shocked, then started chuckling.
Draco pushed Harry out of the way. "Mum! Are you all right?" he asked, worriedly. He was just about wringing his hands. Narcissa raised the arm not hooked to an IV and brushed his cheek, staring at the red mark.
"Draco! What happened to your face?" she asked, concerned. He jabbed a finger at Harry.
"He slapped me" he pouted, still shocked. Narcissa raised herself up on her elbows, wincing slightly at the movement.
"Why did you touch my son?" she asked, glaring daggers at him.
Harry smirked. "Because he was hyperventilating and about to pass out on top of you, which would have injured you further." He eased her back down, and removed the now empty IV from her arm, healing the incision he had made in the process. Narcissa watched him warily.
"Draco, why is he helping me?" she asked, confused and worried. Harry snickered.
"Mrs. Malfoy, it might be because your son ASKED for my help. Really, I don't mind, considering that I healed him single handedly from his injuries at the beginning of the summer. You might say I have a knack for it." Harry dusted himself off, getting blood all over his clothes in the process. "Damn. Now I'll have to go change, and I liked this outfit. Sorry Draco, I got blood on your shirt."
"That was my favorite shirt, jackass!" Draco scowled.
"So, will another into existence. And, next time, I won't help your demigod ass while your mother is bleeding all over the floor, ok?" With a smirk, Harry walked back down into the Slytherin Dorms to change. Draco stayed at his mother's side as she waved off Madam Pomfrey.
"What was he talking about? Will another shirt into existence? DEMIGOD? Draco, explain now!" She glared as Madam Pomfrey continued to fuss over her. "Madam, I am fine. They healed me, and I feel wonderful. Now, leave me alone!" She sat up and pulled her robes around her, grimacing at the mess.
"Mother, are you sure you're all right?" Draco asked, helping her to her feet. She swayed for a second and, after regaining her balance, nodded determinedly. Draco concentrated, then conjured a silver robe with midnight blue trim. She gaped, and he ducked his head.
"Draco, it's beautiful. How did you do that?" Alanna and Xander walked over to them, smirking.
"Um, Mum, this is Alanna and Xander. They can explain it better than I can." Narcissa, Alanna, and Xander sat down at the restored Hufflepuff table. Draco ran quickly down to the Slytherin Rooms to change as well, since he was also covered in blood.
He and Harry returned about three minutes later, in the same outfits but completely clean. I still don't get how you did that, Harry, Draco complained.
I just wished that I was clean and it happened. Really, it was will magic.
And how did I get clean then? Draco asked curiously. Narcissa stared as her son and his supposed worst enemy walked back into the Hall together without fighting.
I just wished that those leather pants of yours weren't ruined. It just kinda happened after that.
Oh.
Narcissa turned back to Alanna and Xander, wide eyed. "What did I miss? What is going on?"
They looked at each other. Alanna wearily started over. "Draco is a demigod. He is like us, and Harry is his soul mate." Narcissa stared at Alanna, obviously not comprehending.
"What does that mean? What is going on?"
"They are telepathically bonded, and are meant to be together. They are soul mates, one soul in two bodies."
"MY SON IS NOT GAY!"
Alanna sighed. Here we go again, she sent Xander. Xander rested his head in his hands, exasperated.
Xander raised his head and said calmly to Narcissa, "They cannot help who their soul mate is, nor can they help the gender-"
But he was cut off as Narcissa screeched "WELL I SURE AS HELL CAN HELP IT! IF HE WANTS TO BE WITH MY SON, THERE IS NO WAY HE'S STAYING A BOY! Hearing this, Xander swallowed hard as Alanna turned white behind him. "That poor, poor boy."
They all turned as they heard the sound of a high pitched shriek, and the sound of a body hitting the floor. "Not to worry," Draco called, "that was just Harry." He casually bent over and picked up Harry's unconscious body from the floor and carried him over to the Slytherin table. "Wakey wakey!" he yelled with an evil glint in his eye. Harry sat up, rubbing his head. He blanched.
"Don't let her turn me into a girl, please! I mean it, Malfoy, if you do..." Harry cringed, grabbing his package to reassure himself it was still there. Draco laughed. Narcissa stared at the both of them in shock.
"Draco, dear, don't tell me you are ok with all of this?" she asked, confused. "I thought you and Pansy were getting married?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Mother, Pansy is an annoying hag. How often must we go through this?"
"Don't be ridiculous. Pansy is a sweet girl. However, if you must share your life with that person" she waved at Harry, who bristled, "then you have to have heirs. Therefore, one of you must be a girl."
NOT IT! shouted Draco gleefully.
Harry scowled. This is of course assuming that we are going to have any sort of relationship. I told you- HELL NO! Harry started to bang his head into the table again.
If you give yourself a concussion, I'm going to laugh. Draco floated in midair, slowly turning flips. Harry followed him, and they sat, upside down, on the ceiling of the Great Hall. Narcissa stared at them in shock.
"I see what you mean" she finally said to Alanna and Xander. "So, how powerful is he?" she asked, studying her son.
"He and Harry have the power to take on Satan and win," Alanna said, referring to Clautius's title.
Narcissa stared at them "Satan? Why would they?"
"Because that is why Harry was created. He is the Human champion for our side. He is the only one who can destroy evil once and for all." Narcissa's eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
"How much of this does he know?"
"All of it. We don't keep secrets from our siblings, unlike Dumbledore. That is wrong."
Cecilia finally poked her two cents in. "Aunt Narcissa, stop harping about Harry. They are soul mates. That precedes all arranged marriages. You know that as well as I do. That's why I married Bill." Narcissa stared at her, mouth hanging open in shock.
"Yeah" Ginny chimed in. "Besides, you WANT Harry and your son to be together. Harry's the sole heir of Merlin's Fortune." Narcissa staggered from shock, completely floored.
"He's WHAT?" she finally asked, then stared at Harry with a calculating gleam in her eyes. That's more money than anyone else in the world... She grinned.
Harry floated back down to the ground, pulling Draco with him. "Come on, you promised me a shopping trip. I keep waiting and waiting, but we aren't going anywhere. I want to leave NOW!" He tugged on Draco's arm. Taking this as a sign, Bill, Cecilia, Severus, Remus, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George moved to the Floo.
Dudley and Petunia walked into the Great Hall. "Hey, where's everyone going?" Petunia asked.
"We are going SHOPPING!" cheered Ginny, as if that explained everything.
"Cool. Harry, do you mind if we tag along? We have some things to get as well." At Harry's nod, they walked over to the group. One at a time, they went through the Floo to the Leaky Cauldron.
Narcissa, Molly, Alanna, Xander, and Dumbledore remained behind. After everyone else had left, Narcissa turned to Molly.
"Is he really Merlin's heir?" she asked conversationally. Molly raised her eyebrows, confused as to why Mrs. Malfoy would actually be speaking to her civilly.
"Actually, yes, he is." Alanna stated from right behind Narcissa. Draco's mother turned and gave her a calculating look.
"How would you know, and who exactly are you?" she asked the demigoddess. Alanna smirked.
"I should know who my descendants are. Merlin was my son. I am Alanna, the demigoddess in charge of this miserable planet," she said, with a sweeping bow. Xander walked up behind her.
"I am Alexander, her soul mate and the demigod in charge of this forsaken dump." He also bowed. Narcissa's mouth dropped open.
"So they both are really-"
"Exactly like us. Except, they are almost three times as powerful as we are. They could, if they wanted to, take on our mother, God, and would give Her a run for her money." Smirking they led the dumbfounded mortals out of the Great Hall to prepare for Harry's birthday party.
A/N: Hey, twenty pages later, and I'm going strong. This story is seriously taking over my priorities. It is so much fun that I even dream about the next chapters. You have some good stuff ahead, especially if you love Goth clothing and Heavy Metal like I do. Thank you to all the people that reviewed, and especially the ones that offered me safe haven. But, my sis has lost her cattle prod, so I'm safe for now.
(1) Klingon Proverb. My parents are trekkies