DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter and friends don't belong to me, because, quite frankly, if they did, I wouldn't be posting this right now. However, Alexandrea is mine and so is Echidna and both Trinities and almost everything else that you don't recognize.

SUMMARY: After a mysterious light takes Harry Potter away from Privet Drive and he doesn't seem to be returning, he is presumed dead. Then exactly a year after his disappearance the Dragon Prince appears.

RATING: PG-13 it WILL go up later!

WARNING: there is some severe OOC going on in this baby, but the next chapter should fix it

WANTED: I have come to the conclusion I probably need a beta, anyone interested?

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this and forgive the wait.


Harry Potter and the Heir to the Phoenix Throne

Chapter Seven: Griffin Hunting


The Head Boy and Girl at Hogwarts had always shared living quarters. They each had their own room, of course, but shared a common room and bathroom. It had been designed to forge friendships outside of Houses. This rule always applied no matter what, so naturally, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were no exception.

It was to his room that Draco had angrily stormed off to after his row with his professor. He had paced the common room contemplating the argument, an argument that he had had with himself over many sleepless nights. What Servator had said made sense. He was too smart to work for a half-breed monster. Plus, he was a Malfoy and his father had always told him that Malfoys bowed to no one. So, why should he kiss the robe hem of a half-blood? It didn't make sense…but the alternative, to lower himself to the level of mudbloods? Draco had thought about it. Long and hard. He had been taught that that they were scum and undeserving and, most importantly, diluting the magical supply. But how did you explain Hermione Granger or Lily Potter, then? They were two brilliant minds and incredibly talented witches (not that he would actually say that out loud), yet they were mudbloods. He didn't like muggle borns, he acknowledged, he thought their customs and lack of wizarding knowledge and tradition were annoying. But he also didn't feel particularly inclined to kill them. Torturing someone like Granger would be a rather off putting experience, he decided. Thinking about, Draco came to the conclusion that given the choice, he'd pick working with Granger over raping her.

Realizing he eventually would have tocome to terms withthis, Draco settled down on the floor by the fire to write a letter to Servator, formally making is decision on allegiance and also to apologize to his professor for his mortifying outburst with as much humility as his Malfoy pride would allow.

Prof. Servator, (he wrote)

During our argument in the library, you brought up several points that I myself had yet to consider. After much thought, I have realized that while I still do not like mudbloods, I have no desire to kill them or anyone else. This considered, I feel that working for Dumbledore would be more suited to my needs. Furthermore, if the Dark Lord can be thwarted by Potter of all people, I profoundly believe he does not stand a chance.

Also, while I am writing this, I would like to apologize for my behavior. Not only was it unbefitting a Malfoy, but it was inappropriate to address you, my professor, in such a way. While I know I should not offer you excuses, as they are unbecoming, I will just say that I am still coming to terms with disobeying my father. Also, I assumed Dumbledore had asked you 'convert' me. At that moment I was displeased to realize that perhaps you did not want my assistance based on my own merit, but on Dumbledore's whim. I realize, now, that I was severely mistaken. I hope my outburst did not break our working relationship beyond repair.

Cordially,

Draco Malfoy

Satisfied with the somewhat awkward letter, Draco folded it and sent it off through inter-castle mail, via the fireplace (a convenience that only the Heads and the staff were privy to). Draco was now ready to take a shower and retire for the evening and was at the foot of the steps leading to his bedroom, when Granger came bursting in, sobbing all over the place.

She threw herself on the fluffy chair right next to the fireplace and curled into herself. Draco immediately felt guilty (or as guilty as a Malfoy could) for being so rude to her in the library. She was obviously devastated. He hadn't realized she was that sensitive.

"Granger, look…" he started awkwardly. He couldn't believe he was about to apologize to a mudblood. But he was still in the mood to be civil after writing that letter to Servator. "Granger," he had reached her by now and was hovering over her apprehensively, "Granger, stop it. I'll try to be more respectful or whatever, if you want." Hermione kept sobbing away, as though she didn't hear him. Ticked off at being ignored, Draco indignantly blurt out the first thing that came to his mind, "Merlin, Granger, will you quit it, I said I was sorry!" At that moment, somewhere in Hell, the devil needed some thermal underwear. Hardcore.

Granger looked at him through her tears and blood shot eyes like he was nuts. "Malfoy what are you talking about?" she gasped out before bursting into tears once more.

"You're obviously devastated that I called you a mudblood yet again and—"

"No, no, Malfoy, you've got it all wrong. I just saw Harry and I—" She couldn't continue her story because she started with a fresh wave of tears and was unable to speak. Curiosity getting the better of him, Draco decided to play the comforter in hopes of getting more information out of the grief-ridden Gryffindor. He wrapped his arms around her; she was too devastated to protest.

"Granger, are you talking about Harry Potter?" he asked, working his voice into a tone he hoped sounded comforting

He felt her nod as she gasped out, "Yes," Draco's eyes bugged, "In the library." She returned to sobbing.

"Here at Hogwarts?" again whispered in the same cajoling tone.

"He's been here. All year."

"What?" Draco was starting to sound slightly incredulous.

"He's Servator," Hermione whimpered.

"He's…" Draco felt like someone punched him. Professor Servator was Harry Potter. Oh sweet Merlin. "Are you sure you haven't made a mistake, after all, Servator looks like he's in his early twenties…" Draco drifted off, thinking. Hermione's crying was dying down now.

Finally she said "No," her voice was harsh from crying, "I saw his scar and his eyes. He's the real deal." She pulled away from Draco who looked unusually pale (which, quite frankly, was saying something). Hermione looked at him, at his expression, and then who he was finally dawned on her. Her forlorn, devastated expression changed so quickly to hard and threatening, that Draco was almost positive something possessed her body.

"If you tell anyone" She hissed, pushing him away from her and whipping out her wand, "I will find a way to make you suffer so brutally, you'll by wishing for Cruciatus."

Draco nodded, not bothering to tell her of his recent change of heart.

"Excellent. I'm going up to bed now. I'm tired. And don't forget." Hermione briskly turned and exited toward her dormitory, temporarily forgetting that Draco Malfoy apologized to her.

Draco decided to forgo his shower that evening ( even if he had touched a mudblood willingly, he had already bathed three times that day) and instead spent that time laying spread eagle on his bed staring blankly at the ceiling reflected on how completely and utterly fucked he was.


Harry was no better off in the Elven Realms. Even with being the Dragon Prince, he had suffered a terrible blow to his system. When he woke, it was to a terrible migraine and a feeling of emptiness that not even Alexandrea and Gareth could assuage. And the latter was the more painful feeling.

The Phoenix and the Griffin entered his room to find him laying spread eagle on his bed, staring blanking on the ceiling, reflecting on how completely and utterly fucked he was. Rea looked apprehensive. Gar looked nervous.

"Harry, we have to talk with you," Alexandrea said gently.

"hmmm?" he rolled onto his belly, not really in the mood to talk.

The queen continued valiantly, though, "Harry, you are heading toward uncharted territory. Both Gar and I are deeply concerned. A Phoenix needs their Griffin, Harry. Without one, one is fabled to go mad. Each Anointed Dragon has gone into their coronation with their chosen Griffin present. I knew Gar since I was a baby and we were already married for two years before I became the Anointed Dragon. We were crowned Dragon and Anointed Griffin at the same time. Only one Dragon in all history did not have his Griffin present at his coronation, and he found her only a day and a half later.

"But you Harry have lived a month without yours and to further aggravate that, you have just experienced pain brutal enough to drive a person insane. As a Dragon Prince, your body is craving the support of your Griffin, but you have not found yours." Her voice cracked on the last word belaying the depth of emotion she felt seeing her gehail suffering so. Throughout her whispered speech, Alexandrea had rubbed soothing circles on Harry's back.

"Harry, there's one more thing," Gar said hoarsely. Harry adjusted his head to look at him. "We have reason to believe your condition will only get worse."

There was angst ridden pause.

Harry shifted away from his aná in order to sit up slightly, he gave a long suffered sigh before he said, "I'm afraid you aren't the only one with bad news." Harry's voice was emptier that his surrogate parents had ever heard; their hearts broke to hear it that way. The Dragon hugged his knees to his chest and simply said: "He knows."


Harry returned to Hogwarts still feeling indescribably hollow. His head hurt, his heart was broken, and he was worried about everything. Needless to say, hecame off to the general population asmurderously irritable.

His first class was Defense. Double. Gryffindor and Slytherin. A rather large part of Harry just wanted to go back home and never leave his bed. But he was late already. Damn.

The professor jogged into his classroom with a scowl firmly in place. His students noticed this and put their books away and pulled out blank parchment. Judging by his mood, they had a pop quiz today.

Sure enough, Harry's voice rang out harshly, "Please take your materials of your desk except for a writing utensil and unused parchment." A flick of his wrist, "the questions are on the board. You have the entire class period. Begin." And with that he went to his desk and put his head down. He didn't look up until Blaise Zabini asked him if they were dismissed because the period had ended five minutes ago.

He only hissed back a yes, before returning to his previous position, which really was making him feel better. When Harry thought he was alone he let out a pitiful moan.

"Not feeling your best today, Potter?" Malfoy questioned bitterly approaching his desk.

"Or is the guilt just sinking in?" Hermione bit, coming to stand next to Malfoy.

Harry looked up quickly, jarring his already fragile head. That, however, did not stop him from giving an excellent deer in the headlights expression.

"How did you…" Harry asked bewildered.

"I saw you," Hermione said shortly. "in the library."

Harry just nodded slowly a dazed expression on his face. There was a presence in the room. One the made his headache lessen and he heart clench.

You, however, gentle reader, may be wondering why Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy of all people were ganging up on the recently outed Harry Potter.


­Last Night:

Draco finally shook himself out of his stupor and rose from his bed. He needed to talk to someone. He needed to make his decision final. Draco Malfoy was going to Albus Dumbledore. Draco knew he had to at that moment or he never would. As he walked to the old fool's office a vast majority of him wanted to race back to his rooms and revert to his junior Deatheater tendencies, but the other part of him, the one that knew Harry Potter was back with new and improved upgrades (improved enough that he could trick Dumbledore into believing he was dead and strong enough to lie to his friends for the greater good) also knew that if he chose Moldy Voldy he'd end up dead. So he entered the Headmaster's office to find the nutter have tea and cakes and midnight. He exited a half an hour later a spy for the Order of Phoenix.

Fate was a fickle thing.

When he walked back into the common room, debating with himself whether or not he should regret his decision, he found a murderous looking Hermione pointing her wand at his heart. Shit.

"Couldn't wait to tell your master, could you, Malfoy?" she bit out harshly, coming to conclusions.

"Listen to me, Granger, I wasn't where you think. I am a Slytherin, if I didn't want you to know I snuck out, you wouldn't, alright?" Draco sneered, never failing to be a condescending prick.

Hermione rolled her eyes and didn't lower her wand, she did, however, demand: "Where were you, then?"

Draco lifted his chin and mustered up all his pride as he said hauntily, "I was meeting Dumbledore."

Hermione burst out laughing, "You're a Slytherin, Malfoy, couldn't you come up with something better? That's just absurd!"

"Exactly! Do you think I'd tell you that if it wasn't the truth? I'd rather feed myself to the giant squid than lie about that." Draco said, triumphantly smirking.

"Fine." Hermione allowed, "What were you discussing with the Headmaster?"

Draco hesitated. It wasn't like Granger was going to tell anyone. After all, he had a pretty drastic secret he could counter with. So he said, "I am Snape's protégé."

Hermione looked at him blankly until comprehension finally dawn, her mouth falling into an "o" of shock.

"You!" she blurt out incredulously. "Why?"

"Do you really think I'm going to tell you that, Granger?" he asked harshly. Then a thought occurred to him, "Look just because we're apparently on the same side in this mess doesn't mean we're buddy-buddy all of a sudden. Your still a mudblood." He meant to be insulting. He really did, but the infuriating Gryffindor just smiled at him.

"It's because of what Professor Servator said, isn't it?" She was simply giddy about the entire situation. That is, until she remembered who Servator really was. Then she burst into hysterical laughter.

Draco scowled at her until she explained through giggles, "Harry Potter actually managed to save you, Draco!" Malfoy's scowl deepened. Not only was he being mocked by a Gryffindor of all things, but Granger had just called him by his given name. Oh God, what had he done?

"Speaking of Potter, Granger, what are you going to do about him?" He asked dryly when her laughter subsided.

She seemed to contemplate for a moment before a look of determination set itself firmly into her features, "We'll have to talk to him, Draco."

"Pardon, butI could have swornI heard you say'we?'" Draco protested. Hermione sent him one of her Girl-Power-On-A-Mission looks.

Yes. We.


Five and a half minutes after Defense:

"I think you owe us an explanation, Harry." Hermione said, disappointment in him shining in her voice.

Harry had the sense to look ashamed. "I do," he said genuinely, "But I will give it to you both with everyone else. I can not cast the burden of this secret on you."

Hermione looked like she was going to protest, but Malfoy nudged her in the ribs. For some reason seeing Potter so uncomfortable and sad was affecting him in ways it never had before. He felt bad for the hero. The only explanation for my behavior is obvious insanity Draco mused I shall see a psychiatrist as soon as possible. Externally he answered, "Of course, Professor."

Harry looked slightly startled to find Malfoy giving up so easily, but he was never one to bit the hand that fed him (that was a lie, of course, but his head still hurt and he couldn't pinpoint the source of comfort coming from somewhere).

He smiled a pinched smile and said, "I'll thank you not to tell anyone else of this. I shall plan to have it out by tomorrow's Daily Prophet, anyway."

Hermione and Draco both nodded. "You are dismissed, then." Oddly enough they didn't think anything of his form of good bye and left without further ado. Hermione was still to angry with him to be hurt by it and Draco preferred to think of Potter as Professor Servator. Life was less embarrassing that way.

As soon as they left, Harry got up from his desk, ignoring the pain as he had been taught to. He had to find Dumbledore.

"Licorice Wands," Harry muttered to the gargoyle quickly, before dashing into the Headmaster's office.

"Alexander," Dumbledore said jovially, choosing to ignore his employee's frazzled state. Instead he offered, "Lemon drop."

"No thank you, Headmaster." Harry said hastily, then suddenly gravely serious he said, "Professor, I need you to do me a favor."

Dumbledore looked slightly alarmed by how stony the man before him had become and waited for him to continue.

"I need you to call a press conference as soon as possible, preferably by this evening. It is of massive importance."

Dumbledore only nodded and asked, "To what shall I tell them it pertains?"

Harry paused to think, then slowly answered, "Tell them Harry Potter has been found…alive."

Dumbledore paled and the twinkle left his eye, "Has he?"

Harry gave a curt nod, "Yes."

"Is he alright?"

"In a manner of speaking," Harry answered, thinking of his impeding Griffin-less insanity.

"Where was he?"

"If they ask," Harry said, choosing his words so he wouldn't have to completely lie, "just tell them he turned himself in."

Dumbledore seemed reluctant to agree, but finally said, "I will have the government and the press in the Great Hall in a half an hour."

Oh sweet Merlin, that was soon. "Very well, Professor, thank you." With a nod he dashed out of the room. As soon as he was cloaked enough in shadows, he realm-hopped to Alexandrea's office in the Realms.

"Don't kill me," he said before she could even greet him.

"Why would I kill you?" she was apprehensive now.

"There's a press conference schedule to begin in a half a human hour from now." Harry said in a rush.

"WHAT!" the Phoenix Queen yelled, standing so quickly she knocked her chair to the ground. She immediately started on a tirade about young idiot boys that didn't respect their elders.

"Just listen to me for a moment, will you?" Harry yelled over her rambling. She stopped abruptly. "Listen," his tone was softer, but still urgent. "Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy know who I am. Voldemort knows Harry Potter is back. Memory charms can be broken and neither of them deserve that. Both are targets for information as Heads, Hermione especially as my friend. It's the safest route. Really."

Alexandrea nodded and Harry continued anxiously, "The question I really need to ask is: are you coming with me?"

She smiled, and said softly "We enter the lime light as a family, gehail."

Harry relaxed, "Thank you," he said and gave her a hug. This was how she caught a glimpse of the clock, "Mercy! We have to get dressed in uniform, and you have to prepare a speech! We have to hurry! The Trinity hasn't appeared as one since Salazar Slytherin was murdered!"

Harry would have pause and reflected one her statement if he hadn't realized she was right, he did need to hurry.


Half an hour later, the Trinity stood in the staff room outside the Great Hall in full ceremonial grab. Alexandrea was splendid in a gold silk ball gown. The bodice was tight with a lighter yellow "v" in the center of it, wide at the bust and narrowing at the waist. Over her right shoulder a diamond phoenix pin held a forest green sash, which wrapped around the left side of her waist and was pulled diagonally across her torso, in place. She wore a green silk choker around her neck. On her forehead she wore her gold circlet bejeweled with diamonds and a shining, bright emerald in the center. Her hair was down, flowing wildly about her. Harry and Gareth were dressed similarly. The both wore tuxedo pants that were so dark green, they appeared to be black until much closer inspection; the strip on the seam was gold. They wore goldmilitary blazers. Gareth's had pins and badges on the breast, Harry's did not. Gareth wore a sash the same color as his wife's, held in place by a diamond griffin pin. Harry also wore a sash. His was thesameforest green but for a thin gold strip through the center (designated him the heir apparent). It was fastened in place by a dragon pin. Each member, The Phoenix, The Griffin, and The Dragon, wore a medallion of the Trinity on a thin gold chain and open forest green robes varying in levels of intricacy (with Alexandrea's being the most ornate and Harry's being the least), that tapered at the waist and flared out again and were left dragging on the floor.

When they walked out to the Great Hall with Alexandrea at the point and Harry and Gareth falling behind her (forming the Trinity), there was complete silence in the packed room, as the occupants drank in the sight before them. When they reached the center of the stage that had been erected, the room bowed in unison. Then, as quickly as the silence had come it was gone. Flashes went off everywhere as photographers tried to get the best picture, reporters started spouting out questions, and Aurors began shouting at one another to control the crowd. As soon as Harry walked to the podium, though, relative silence fell in respect for the Prince.

One other thing should be mentioned about Harry's appearance that day. While he did where glamours to cover up the fatigue and nausea he felt, he wore no glamours on his scar or his eyes. His hair was only tamer because is was longer and tied back at the nape of his neck, but much like Alexandrea's it was still wild.

"Good Afternoon," Harry said cordially, confidently, as he settled himself into a less awkward position at the podium. There was complete silence as his subjects listened to him in rapt attention.

"I am the Dragon Prince." He paused, bracing himself for their next reaction, "I am also Harry Potter." Immediately there was commotion. Harry looked over to Hermione sitting in front of Draco and next to Ron, who looked shell shocked. He immediately felt comforted when he met her eyes. Perhaps it was her, he thought, perhaps she was his Griffin. He did not have time to analyze it further, as he continued his speech.

"I hope you will all accept my deepest apology for my abrupt and vicious absence. I am aware I have caused you all exceptional grief and worry. But today I assure you it was for the best. Now I am ready to fight Lord Voldemort in a way that would have been impossible had I not disappeared.

"However, I regret to inform you all that our road to victory will not be as smooth and quick as I had originally thought. Voldemort is not only an insane mass murdering lunatic, he is my Nathestis: my sworn enemy and polar opposite. Therefore he is the Basalisk Prince, a point of the Dark Trinity." A collective gasp from the audience. "This unfortunate news is the reason I could not be forth coming with my return or the presence of the rest of my Trinity hear at Hogwarts. However, due to several catalysts, it has become imperative for theWizarding World to learn of the Dark Lord's and my mutualstatus.

"With this in mind, I must stress what Headmaster Dumbledore has preached from the beginning. We must fight together, stand united under our beliefs and our cause. Together we are stronger than divided, and we will need this strength in the upcoming war. I urge you all to put aside your differences and join together proudly in the name of good.

"I will continue to teach here at Hogwarts, should Professor Dumbledore offer no objection, and further educate your children in ways they may protect themselves during this war. My Phoenix and her Griffin will also remain at Hogwarts to protect the students within its walls. Thank you all for your support, and again I offer my sincerest apologies for my absence. I only you all understand my reasoning and pray you willcome to forgive me.

"Thank you. I'll take no further questions." Despite his final statement, as soon as he stepped away from the podium, reporters started screaming questions frantically. Harry returned to his point of the Trinity and Alexandrea led them off stage. As they made there way down the center aisle amidst much yelling from the reporters, Harry grabbed Hermione (who was sitting on an end) and dragged her up with him, whispering "I need to talk to you" as they made there way out the Great Hall. She just nodded blankly, distracted by the flashing bulbs going off in her face.

As soon as the door of the Hall slammed shut, Harry waved to Gar and Rea, grabbed Hermione and ran off before reporters could escape the Great Hall. Once Harry found a shadowed alcove not far off, he directed Hermione to enter.

"I'm sorry, Hermione," he began in a whisper.

She looked up at him, her brown eyes watery, "I forgive you, Harry."

"Listen, I think you might be my…" he faded off, not really needing to finish. His head was starting to throb now.

Hermione looked startled, "you're Griffin?" she whispered incredulously.

Harry nodded. The two were close now, Hermione with her back on pressed on the stone wall and Harry above her, protecting her from view, should a reporter find them.

"Okay," she whispered.

"Okay." Harry repeated firmly. He lifted his palm to her face, petting her cheek with his calloused hand. His headache waslessening.

"Will you kiss me, Harry?" she questioned, almost challenged, her chin tilting up in what could have been defiance had she not brought their faces so close together.

"Hermione," Harry whispered huskily, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke, the ache in his head was almost gone now. It was that thought that spurred him to finally kiss her. It was a soft sweet gentle kiss. The pain he had felt seemed like a distant memory. Harry was preparing to deepen the kiss when all the pain not only returned, but doubled. Before he passed out, his mind processed one thing:

It wasn't Hermione.


TBC


A/ N: Just hear me out. First of all the reason I tried to focus a romance with Hermione in this chapter was because I felt bad that one person was loosing. At least all you Hermione voters can hold onto the magic of this chapter.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand:

Why Draco?

A brief, horrendously choppy essay by Lucia Gilgalad

Why Draco? You all ask me. I give you my answer to assuage your anger and to hopefully throw water on any possible flames. Firstly and most obviously, Hermione would have been the easy way out for Harry and frankly, when has Harry Potter's life been easy? Also, although I've been using the terms "Dark" and "Light" to describe the Trinities of Good and Evil, I am a firm believer that you can still be "Dark" and inherently "Good." Like Snape, for example. Furthermore, Draco's a Slytherin. Slytherins are all about self preservation. Even if I hadn't had Draco write that letter to Servator, who, to Draco, is a powerful pureblooded man worthy of respect (ergo apology), he would have changed alliances as soon as he saw the resurrection of Harry Potter earlier. After all, Voldemort has been thwarted 5 times by this boy when he was aged 15 and under. Plus, Draco has been taught by his father to hate and his father is in prison, and still is in my story.

Draco is also stronger than Hermione both emotionally and physically. He has the pedigree of a ruler and brings a new (albeit darker) perspective to any decision Harry would have to make as King. He has a more refined sense of etiquette that I can't see Hermione having, ever, no matter how hard she tries to conform (think S.P.E.W.). I wouldn't want to make her character do that anyway, it's much to Want a Girl Wants for my taste. Not that I didn't like that movie. It was just corny. And I would prefer not having Alexandrea turning into the etiquette nazi. Furthermore, Hermione is too righteous to be a Queen. She lacks a sense of shrewdness and cunning that is necessary for rulers to be great. Also, she is too consumed with gaining all the facts to worry about instincts and what feels right.

Furthermore, there is a distinct mother hen aspect Hermione carries with her that would drive Harry crazy. He is independent and that characteristic has only grown since his time in the Elven realms. Hermione is too eager. She would pester Harry in order to better understand his decisions in a way that would be more annoying to him than Malfoy's narcissism. I think. Also, as many reviewers have said, she is entirely to stiff and by the book to be with Harry.

Finally, Hermione/Harry doesn't really feel right. It seems like incest or something. Not that Harry/Draco is much better if I want to stay in canon. But at least Draco's sexy. ;)


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