Greater Inheritance
Chapter 4 – Before the Storm
Draco left soon after, once Harry had distracted Draco long enough to get him away from the library. However he left with a determination to return.
"Anything to get away from his father and the fruitcake, Voldemort." He'd said, but Harry's interest had been piqued. There was something more to Draco that he'd not picked up on yet. Perhaps when he returned.
Once the housekeeping matters had been taken care of, Harry had taken to exploring the castle in the afternoons with the help of the map of Poulnabrone, whilst the mornings were spent in the library with Snape. This became their routine as the week passed.
The second week's stay at Poulnabrone Castle was slightly more eventful; as there were numerous visits from businessmen the Potter family was associated with. Of course, Professor Snape had to be present for these dealings, seeing as Harry was still underage, which slightly irritated the Potions Master. Luckily these meetings were dealt with swiftly and Snape was able to return to his research all the faster. What surprised him however was that Harry seemed to know what he was doing, which also greatly impressed the businessmen. This boy was shaping up to be a piece of work indeed. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!
In the third week, Harry got word from Draco that he'd be staying for a time, so that would prove to be interesting. Harry also now took to exploring the extensive gardens, however he was saddened to discover that there was no Quidditch pitch.
The biggest surprise of the week however was the not so pleasant visit from Albus Dumbledore. He'd arrived just after lunch on the Thursday and Harry had shown him the castle, the tense atmosphere following them throughout the halls. Snape had then joined them for an afternoon tea in which the silence only intensified. Dumbledore asked various questions on how he was adjusting, and Harry had given short answers. Dumbledore hadn't stayed much longer, and left promising to return before the start of term.
At the beginning of the new week, Draco arrived followed by a couple of house elves that carried his trunk and other belongings. He was directed up to the guest rooms in the right wing, near Snape's, and they then proceeded straight to the library.
"Didn't take you long." Snape smirked as Draco entered.
"I see you still haven't left." Draco commented as he made his way to the nearest shelf.
"Well, it looks like we'll all be a little busy then, with our own research." Harry commented from the floor above them.
"Why? What are you doing?"
"Researching defensive and offensive charms."
"Pray tell, why?" Snape yelled back, as Draco took his eyes away from his own searching to hear the response.
"Take a guess." Harry sounded distracted and slightly muffled.
"Of course. Your ceaseless struggle against the Dark Lord. How is that going?" Snape drawled at Harry as he came back down the stairs with his own pile of books.
"Actually, there's a lot of new books up there that aren't at Hogwarts. And a lot of new information."
"You sure you aren't getting into Dark Arts?"
"Yes Sev." Harry sighed as he flopped down at the table, dumping the pile of books.
"Since when have we become so informal?" Draco commented at the easy manner with which the two once enemies conversed.
"Mr Potter and I came to an agreement, much like yourselves, back at Hogwarts."
"Then of course we've been living together for a month." Harry commented, already absorbed in his books.
"And I'd prefer you not to spread this information." Snape glared, but Harry ignored it, seemingly immune.
"How about you Mr Malfoy. What has caught your interest?" Harry glanced up from the book.
"What has this library got to offer?
"Potions and transfiguration on this floor, charms on the first, various magic topics on the second, and muggle topics on the third." Harry unconsciously started reading again before catching himself and looking up again.
"Well. I might check out the Transfiguration section, I could really use a pick up in that subject." Draco made his way over and picked up a few books and started reading.
Lunch came and went, with Tilin asking if they wanted to eat, but was quickly told no as everyone was too immersed in their reading. They nearly missed dinner as well, but Tilin wouldn't have any of it, and so forced the three men away from their books and placed a sandwich before each of them.
It was only at the third to last week of the holidays that they really spoke to each other. After another visit from Dumbledore, they had been reminded that their final year was to start soon, and also that Professor Snape would need to return to Hogwarts soon. Snape himself had said it was unnecessary as he'd already done organising the year's syllabus and would only need to go back to settle back in before start of term.
This worked well enough, because only a few days from the beginning of term, it would be Harry's 18th birthday (though nothing was said of the fact), meaning he would no longer need a guardian. And so it was that the next week, the Hogwarts letters arrived, along with a little silver badge for Harry. Harry had just chucked the Head Boy badge in the drawer.
"Dumbledore, sucking up again. Then again, I might have something to do now I don't have quidditch."
The three Slytherins made their trip to Diagon Alley earlier than most. This meant that only perhaps a Ravenclaw third year saw the trio. Harry got the shock of his life when they went to Gringotts. After taking a trip down to his vault, they proceeded to one of the Potter Family vaults. It turned out to be one of the bigger, high security vaults with dragons guarding it. Inside was more galleons than he'd thought possible to congregate in the one room. Even Malfoy had raised both eyebrows, but otherwise said nothing.
At lunchtime that day, they sat outside the ice cream shop, though Snape was clearly not happy and had decided to glare at all passers-by. It was then that Draco brought the subject up.
"Potter, where did you get those hideous clothes?" He picked up the sleeve of Harry's shirt and looked at it disdainfully.
"I don't shop, Malfoy."
"Ohhhh, you do now. You're the heir to the Potter's, richest, most powerful family of Europe and you wear five year old hand me downs that are seven times too big." Draco turned from Harry and said to Sev, "Uncle Sev, I need to take Harry shopping. Can we meet you at the Leaky Cauldron in a few hours?"
"You have three hours." And Snape happily stalked off down the alley.
"Now, Mr Potter. Let's go!"
"I hate you, you know that, don't you?"
"Yep! Come on Haz, in here!" Draco dragged him into Madame Malkins to begin their expedition.
"Haz, now?"
"You call me Drake." Draco said in his own defence, as he perused the different fabrics around the room.
"Mister Malfoy. How may I help you?" Madame Malkin herself came over to serve them.
"Mister Potter needs new robes." Draco continued to look as Harry stared up at the ceiling.
"Well, I'm glad someone responsible has finally taken charge of the young man's fashion. I must say Mr Weasley was never much help, and Miss Granger was even worse." She said exasperated, before she and Draco had taken off around the store and proceeded to shop for Harry.
Harry just took a seat by the door and waited for the two to return. However, they came back prosperous, much to Harry's dismay, since he was ordered up onto a stool where Madame Malkin proceeded to dress Harry in the various coloured robes with a simple flick of her wand.
Fifteen minutes and a few galleons later, the two left Madame Malkins in search of other clothing stores. "Merlin, there is no other clothing stores. And I have no desire to go into muggle London at present." Draco finally realised that Diagon Alley dealt with formal wizard wear only.
"Drake, how bout when we get back to Poulnabrone, you can try your transfiguration skills."
"Yes, that might have to do. However tomorrow I do believe I will have to take you to a tailor. Get some decent clothes, now that the robes department has been adjusted." Draco was pensive until he turned back to Harry. "But what about that hair?"
"Merlin, what's next?" he muttered, rolling his eyes. "NO GEL!"
Draco pulled them to a Hair Salon, where the lady attempted to style Harry's hair. In the end, Harry was convinced to use some gel, as his hair was now short enough to be spiked, allowing all in the world to see his scar. Although it slightly irritated him at first, soon he thought it incredibly hilarious to see the crowds around him part, instantly recognising him for who he was, who he'd just become, and who he was with.
They arrived back at the Leaky Cauldron half an hour early, where they sat down and ordered a drink while they waited for Snape.
"Aren't we a little young for Firewhisky, Mr Malfoy?" Harry spoke above his own drink.
"So that's why you're drinking Scotch?"
Harry didn't have an answer, so merely took a sip of his drink.
"How did you survive you're first shopping experience?" Professor Snape questioned as he joined to two.
"I survived?" Harry put on a fake surprised face.
"I wonder if there's any potions to improve your brain, Mr Potter."
"I severely doubt that, Professor. He's been in Gryffindor too long." Draco seemed to think it was a lost cause, he turned to look up to survey the recently returned Potions Master.
"Says he who said my essay was better than Hermione's and offered an extra credit assignment." Harry put to Snape.
"I thought I told you not to spread that!" The Potions Master put on his greatest and most deadly Snape Glare of Death.
"Oopps. Too late." Harry smirked back.
"Shall we return to Poulnabrone?" He said tersely, bat robes flaring out as he turned and stalked out of the bar.
"Shall we?" Draco stood and offered his arm to Harry
"Such the gentleman." Harry poked him in the side and stood of his own accord. Draco glared back, hitting him upside the head at which Harry returned the favour.
"OI! Watch the hair!!" Draco yelled back, punching Harry in the arm.
Harry had just pulled his arm back ready to return the favour when Snape grabbed both their collars. "Not now, boys."
"Come on princess," Harry took off towards the Apparition room in the Leaky Cauldron.
"PRINCESS!?!?!?! Oooohhh, you're so going to die for that!" Draco stormed after him, with Snape trailing behind, shaking his head he pulled out the portkey whilst muttering, "Like a bloody married couple!" then blanched. This got the Potions Master thinking. Perhaps a little observation was in order until the young blonde left.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!
It was at the beginning of the last week of holidays that the young Malfoy had to return home. Snape had watched carefully over that week and how the two reacted to each other. There had been small instances where they'd bicker about stupid things and often resorted to physical means of argumentation, which was rather curious.
A nightmare he'd not yet thought of occurred one night where Harry allowed Draco to transfigure some of his existing clothes into something more acceptable. However, at the last minute they remembered that magic was not allowed outside Hogwarts whilst they were underage. Hence they'd dragged him into doing the transfigurations himself. Not a pleasant evening, seeing as Draco had chosen a lot of leather and form fitting wear. Whilst the clothes proved to suit him very well, the professor wondered also at the sudden exit of the blonde.
But it wasn't until the early morning of the day Draco was to leave that the biggest scene played out. Draco had packed his belongings and house elves had brought them down to the foyer. He'd said farewell to his uncle with a hug. When he turned to Harry, both had seemed awkward, not knowing what to do. In the end, they had hugged, but he'd heard Harry mutter in his ear, "Are you happy to see me, Drake?"
After they'd broken, Draco had said back, "Shut it Haz. It's too early in the morning," thinking that'd cover it. The most curious thing of all was that Draco had blushed. Not enough to be recognised by the average wizard, but his uncle of eighteen years saw it. And Harry had just smiled back. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!
EverWinter
Chapter 4 – Before the Storm
Draco left soon after, once Harry had distracted Draco long enough to get him away from the library. However he left with a determination to return.
"Anything to get away from his father and the fruitcake, Voldemort." He'd said, but Harry's interest had been piqued. There was something more to Draco that he'd not picked up on yet. Perhaps when he returned.
Once the housekeeping matters had been taken care of, Harry had taken to exploring the castle in the afternoons with the help of the map of Poulnabrone, whilst the mornings were spent in the library with Snape. This became their routine as the week passed.
The second week's stay at Poulnabrone Castle was slightly more eventful; as there were numerous visits from businessmen the Potter family was associated with. Of course, Professor Snape had to be present for these dealings, seeing as Harry was still underage, which slightly irritated the Potions Master. Luckily these meetings were dealt with swiftly and Snape was able to return to his research all the faster. What surprised him however was that Harry seemed to know what he was doing, which also greatly impressed the businessmen. This boy was shaping up to be a piece of work indeed. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!
In the third week, Harry got word from Draco that he'd be staying for a time, so that would prove to be interesting. Harry also now took to exploring the extensive gardens, however he was saddened to discover that there was no Quidditch pitch.
The biggest surprise of the week however was the not so pleasant visit from Albus Dumbledore. He'd arrived just after lunch on the Thursday and Harry had shown him the castle, the tense atmosphere following them throughout the halls. Snape had then joined them for an afternoon tea in which the silence only intensified. Dumbledore asked various questions on how he was adjusting, and Harry had given short answers. Dumbledore hadn't stayed much longer, and left promising to return before the start of term.
At the beginning of the new week, Draco arrived followed by a couple of house elves that carried his trunk and other belongings. He was directed up to the guest rooms in the right wing, near Snape's, and they then proceeded straight to the library.
"Didn't take you long." Snape smirked as Draco entered.
"I see you still haven't left." Draco commented as he made his way to the nearest shelf.
"Well, it looks like we'll all be a little busy then, with our own research." Harry commented from the floor above them.
"Why? What are you doing?"
"Researching defensive and offensive charms."
"Pray tell, why?" Snape yelled back, as Draco took his eyes away from his own searching to hear the response.
"Take a guess." Harry sounded distracted and slightly muffled.
"Of course. Your ceaseless struggle against the Dark Lord. How is that going?" Snape drawled at Harry as he came back down the stairs with his own pile of books.
"Actually, there's a lot of new books up there that aren't at Hogwarts. And a lot of new information."
"You sure you aren't getting into Dark Arts?"
"Yes Sev." Harry sighed as he flopped down at the table, dumping the pile of books.
"Since when have we become so informal?" Draco commented at the easy manner with which the two once enemies conversed.
"Mr Potter and I came to an agreement, much like yourselves, back at Hogwarts."
"Then of course we've been living together for a month." Harry commented, already absorbed in his books.
"And I'd prefer you not to spread this information." Snape glared, but Harry ignored it, seemingly immune.
"How about you Mr Malfoy. What has caught your interest?" Harry glanced up from the book.
"What has this library got to offer?
"Potions and transfiguration on this floor, charms on the first, various magic topics on the second, and muggle topics on the third." Harry unconsciously started reading again before catching himself and looking up again.
"Well. I might check out the Transfiguration section, I could really use a pick up in that subject." Draco made his way over and picked up a few books and started reading.
Lunch came and went, with Tilin asking if they wanted to eat, but was quickly told no as everyone was too immersed in their reading. They nearly missed dinner as well, but Tilin wouldn't have any of it, and so forced the three men away from their books and placed a sandwich before each of them.
It was only at the third to last week of the holidays that they really spoke to each other. After another visit from Dumbledore, they had been reminded that their final year was to start soon, and also that Professor Snape would need to return to Hogwarts soon. Snape himself had said it was unnecessary as he'd already done organising the year's syllabus and would only need to go back to settle back in before start of term.
This worked well enough, because only a few days from the beginning of term, it would be Harry's 18th birthday (though nothing was said of the fact), meaning he would no longer need a guardian. And so it was that the next week, the Hogwarts letters arrived, along with a little silver badge for Harry. Harry had just chucked the Head Boy badge in the drawer.
"Dumbledore, sucking up again. Then again, I might have something to do now I don't have quidditch."
The three Slytherins made their trip to Diagon Alley earlier than most. This meant that only perhaps a Ravenclaw third year saw the trio. Harry got the shock of his life when they went to Gringotts. After taking a trip down to his vault, they proceeded to one of the Potter Family vaults. It turned out to be one of the bigger, high security vaults with dragons guarding it. Inside was more galleons than he'd thought possible to congregate in the one room. Even Malfoy had raised both eyebrows, but otherwise said nothing.
At lunchtime that day, they sat outside the ice cream shop, though Snape was clearly not happy and had decided to glare at all passers-by. It was then that Draco brought the subject up.
"Potter, where did you get those hideous clothes?" He picked up the sleeve of Harry's shirt and looked at it disdainfully.
"I don't shop, Malfoy."
"Ohhhh, you do now. You're the heir to the Potter's, richest, most powerful family of Europe and you wear five year old hand me downs that are seven times too big." Draco turned from Harry and said to Sev, "Uncle Sev, I need to take Harry shopping. Can we meet you at the Leaky Cauldron in a few hours?"
"You have three hours." And Snape happily stalked off down the alley.
"Now, Mr Potter. Let's go!"
"I hate you, you know that, don't you?"
"Yep! Come on Haz, in here!" Draco dragged him into Madame Malkins to begin their expedition.
"Haz, now?"
"You call me Drake." Draco said in his own defence, as he perused the different fabrics around the room.
"Mister Malfoy. How may I help you?" Madame Malkin herself came over to serve them.
"Mister Potter needs new robes." Draco continued to look as Harry stared up at the ceiling.
"Well, I'm glad someone responsible has finally taken charge of the young man's fashion. I must say Mr Weasley was never much help, and Miss Granger was even worse." She said exasperated, before she and Draco had taken off around the store and proceeded to shop for Harry.
Harry just took a seat by the door and waited for the two to return. However, they came back prosperous, much to Harry's dismay, since he was ordered up onto a stool where Madame Malkin proceeded to dress Harry in the various coloured robes with a simple flick of her wand.
Fifteen minutes and a few galleons later, the two left Madame Malkins in search of other clothing stores. "Merlin, there is no other clothing stores. And I have no desire to go into muggle London at present." Draco finally realised that Diagon Alley dealt with formal wizard wear only.
"Drake, how bout when we get back to Poulnabrone, you can try your transfiguration skills."
"Yes, that might have to do. However tomorrow I do believe I will have to take you to a tailor. Get some decent clothes, now that the robes department has been adjusted." Draco was pensive until he turned back to Harry. "But what about that hair?"
"Merlin, what's next?" he muttered, rolling his eyes. "NO GEL!"
Draco pulled them to a Hair Salon, where the lady attempted to style Harry's hair. In the end, Harry was convinced to use some gel, as his hair was now short enough to be spiked, allowing all in the world to see his scar. Although it slightly irritated him at first, soon he thought it incredibly hilarious to see the crowds around him part, instantly recognising him for who he was, who he'd just become, and who he was with.
They arrived back at the Leaky Cauldron half an hour early, where they sat down and ordered a drink while they waited for Snape.
"Aren't we a little young for Firewhisky, Mr Malfoy?" Harry spoke above his own drink.
"So that's why you're drinking Scotch?"
Harry didn't have an answer, so merely took a sip of his drink.
"How did you survive you're first shopping experience?" Professor Snape questioned as he joined to two.
"I survived?" Harry put on a fake surprised face.
"I wonder if there's any potions to improve your brain, Mr Potter."
"I severely doubt that, Professor. He's been in Gryffindor too long." Draco seemed to think it was a lost cause, he turned to look up to survey the recently returned Potions Master.
"Says he who said my essay was better than Hermione's and offered an extra credit assignment." Harry put to Snape.
"I thought I told you not to spread that!" The Potions Master put on his greatest and most deadly Snape Glare of Death.
"Oopps. Too late." Harry smirked back.
"Shall we return to Poulnabrone?" He said tersely, bat robes flaring out as he turned and stalked out of the bar.
"Shall we?" Draco stood and offered his arm to Harry
"Such the gentleman." Harry poked him in the side and stood of his own accord. Draco glared back, hitting him upside the head at which Harry returned the favour.
"OI! Watch the hair!!" Draco yelled back, punching Harry in the arm.
Harry had just pulled his arm back ready to return the favour when Snape grabbed both their collars. "Not now, boys."
"Come on princess," Harry took off towards the Apparition room in the Leaky Cauldron.
"PRINCESS!?!?!?! Oooohhh, you're so going to die for that!" Draco stormed after him, with Snape trailing behind, shaking his head he pulled out the portkey whilst muttering, "Like a bloody married couple!" then blanched. This got the Potions Master thinking. Perhaps a little observation was in order until the young blonde left.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!
It was at the beginning of the last week of holidays that the young Malfoy had to return home. Snape had watched carefully over that week and how the two reacted to each other. There had been small instances where they'd bicker about stupid things and often resorted to physical means of argumentation, which was rather curious.
A nightmare he'd not yet thought of occurred one night where Harry allowed Draco to transfigure some of his existing clothes into something more acceptable. However, at the last minute they remembered that magic was not allowed outside Hogwarts whilst they were underage. Hence they'd dragged him into doing the transfigurations himself. Not a pleasant evening, seeing as Draco had chosen a lot of leather and form fitting wear. Whilst the clothes proved to suit him very well, the professor wondered also at the sudden exit of the blonde.
But it wasn't until the early morning of the day Draco was to leave that the biggest scene played out. Draco had packed his belongings and house elves had brought them down to the foyer. He'd said farewell to his uncle with a hug. When he turned to Harry, both had seemed awkward, not knowing what to do. In the end, they had hugged, but he'd heard Harry mutter in his ear, "Are you happy to see me, Drake?"
After they'd broken, Draco had said back, "Shut it Haz. It's too early in the morning," thinking that'd cover it. The most curious thing of all was that Draco had blushed. Not enough to be recognised by the average wizard, but his uncle of eighteen years saw it. And Harry had just smiled back. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!
EverWinter