Andrea DeckerThe Snake God
Harry Potter sighed and laid down on his entirely too small bed, in his abnormally dull room, in a rundown house that was all the Dursleys could afford. It was night time on his unusually giftless birthday. Suddenly, he looked up and saw a tawny owl, his friend Neville's, swoop through the window with a letter clutched in its talons. Harry, desperate for contact with anyone, snatched the letter from the owl, who gave him a dirty look, and flew back through the window. Harry didn't pay attention to it. He tore open the letter and threw its envelope into the trash can. As he read it, his eyes widened and he dropped on the bed, almost ripping the letter because he held it so tight. It read:
Harry,
It's Neville,as you probably know by my owl, Quincy. I have just received word from my boyfriend and his best friend Hermione that they read something in Witch Weekly about you raping a boy named Jesun Randot, because his mother said he's insane and he was raped, and he keeps murmuring," Harry Potter", over and over. They're on their way to your house right now with the Minister, and the rest of the Weasleys. They turned on you; they believe it even though they should know you better than that. I do; I don't think you did it, Harry. Also, I found out something you should know: Dumbledore killed your real parents, which were, you'll never believe it, Voldemort's daughter and son in law. Then, he gave you to the Potters and pretended they were your real parents. Don't be mad at them, though. They were just pawns in his scheme. Voldemort never wanted to kill you, Harry. Dumbledore was there that night; Voldemort wanted to murder him for having your real parents killed, but Dumbledore moved and you were hit instead. Dumbledore has been fooling us all,he's too ambitious and power hungry to care who he uses and abuses. Voldemort was just trying to pry you from his clutches, but you refused your own grandfather for a madman. Albus put a strong spell on Voldemort, that turned him into the person he is. YOU must break the spell, Harry, or you will live forever miserably as you are now, and your grandfather will never know you. Your only family will murder you if you do not act now. Do not ask how I know this, just rectify this quickly. You will find your grandfather at Malfoy Manor, which is deep in the hills of Orage Anafeld County.Go as soon as you can pack, and pack fast.
Sincerely,
Neville Longbottom
Harry quickly grabbed everything he could possibly take from the Dursleys in his trunk and jumped on his broom. He flew away to London, where he could stop and get a bite to eat. He suddenly realized, eating his croissant in a low key French restaurant, that he had no idea where Neville was talking about. Being Harry, instead of buying a map, he decided to ask someone, a certain pale-haired snobby and sarcastic someone, who just happened to be sitting not far away from Harry's table, enjoying a French Vanilla cappucino and croissant of his own, and reading the Prophet.
Harry stood up, and cautiously walked to Draco Malfoy's table. He stood by it and waited patiently. Finally he realized that Draco wasn't going to look up, so he cleared his throat to get his attention. Draco jumped a bit, and glared at Harry, when he realized who was there. Harry shifted his feet embarassedly and waited for the boy to acknowledge him. Eventually, Draco sighed in exasperation and demanded, "What do you want, Potter?"
"I need your help, Malfoy."
"Oh, well, in that case, just let me cancel Everything! The Great Harry Potter has asked me to assist him!"
"I'm serious, okay, Malfoy. I really need to know how to get to your house."
"I'm honored that you'd want to come visit me,but no can do. Only Malfoys enter the house, or our relatives. Only pure blood feet can walk on the Malfoy Italian marble floors. It's not allowed; our house is even charmed that way, if I remember correctly. Yes, there's a pedestal to get in from outside, that examines whether or not you are soiled by Muggles' blood. And we both know that Lily Potter was a Mudblood."
"Yeah, you're right. Good thing the Mudblood's not my real mother. My grandfather is at your house, and I need to save him from a curse. I'm begging you, Malfoy, please. I'm the only one that can break the curse. I need to get to your house as quickly as possible."
"Wait a minute, the only one at our house right now is You-Know-Who.... Oh Merlin, you're the grandson the legend tells! I heard since I was a baby that You-Know-Who was the way he was because an evil sorceror murdered his only child, and forced him to hurt the most powerful wizard in the world since Salazar Slytherin himself, his precious baby grandson. I thought it was only a story though, made to entertain a foolish infant like myself."
"Yes, it's true. Bumblefucker is the evil dude who killed my real parents and cast the curse on my grandfather. Now, will you help me?"
"Yes, of course, Master. I will help you reunite with your grandfather at once."
"What the bloody hell's with this Master crap? I'm Harry, thank you very much." But Harry could not deny that it turned him on to hear Malfoy to call him such an authoritive term. Yes, before you ask, Harry was gay. He'd had a few liaisons with such students as Dean Thomas, Blaise Zabini, and Michael Corner, and they were quite nice, if he said so himself.
Draco blushed."Sorry, but since you're ancestry of my Master, then you're another Master to me. Fine though, I don't really want to call you Master, Harry. And seeing as I'm referring to you on first name terms, then I suppose you may call me Draco as well." Harry nodded agreeably, then they left the cafe, chatting companionably. As grudgingly as both were to admit it, the other was quite entertaining and kind. And although Harry had already once let it slip that he found Draco attractive, Draco, though also gay as a boy band in spandex, was much more discreet, and so managed to hide the fact that he was sweating profusely merely from being near his childhood crush. He had lusted after the boy for years, and now had the chance to tell him how he felt.
They walked for a long time, then rode their brooms to the pedestal on the outside of Malfoy Manor. Harry stood on it, then Draco, and both were transported inside the Manor. They both landed on a Egyptian Cotton carpet in Draco's room, one gracefully, and one... not so gracefully. Draco laughed for the first time in months as he helped Harry up off the floor. Harry glared at him, but followed him without question down to the dining room, where Lucius Malfoy sat regally at the head of the table, enjoying a bowl of gelatto, which was the best ice cream in the world, or so Harry'd heard. He looked up and spat a mouthful of the lime colored treat onto his flawless cherry wood table." What in the Dark Lord's name is he doing here, son?"
"Harry needs to see You-Know-Who, right away. He can help him."
"Sorry,Potter, no one sees the Dark Lord but moi. Unless you have a magnificent reason."
"He's the grandson Dad, the one you used to tell me about."
There was no sound in the room, except of a bowl of gelatto falling off the table onto the Gubraithian fire-heated tile floor."I will take you to him,Potter," Lucius said, still shocked beyond belief.
The three walked down the hall to the Dark Lord's guest room, where the man who was supposedly the most evil wizard in the world slept peacefully on a black velvet sheet and pillow set. As a matter of fact, the whole room was draped in dark black or blue velvet.The older Malfoy walked slowly up and shook the Lord awake."Huh, wha--, oh Lucius, it's just you. Wait, who else is with you, Luc?"
Lucius decided to just dive in. "Uh, Harry Potter, my Lord, and my son."
Harry stepped up."Grandfather, give me a few days, and I'll figure out how to break the spell put on you.Okay?" He hugged the Dark Lord,and hurried out of the room to Draco's room. Draco followed him a second later, trying to catch up with the well built Seeker."Hey Harry, what was that?"
Harry shrugged,and merely asked,"Where's your library?"
"Down the dining hall and to the right, but, Harry, why did you hug him?"
But Harry was already gone, running at top speed to the Malfoy family library.He reached it, and started pulling books out of every category, then sat down and finally caught his breath. For hours on end, he and Draco, who had been briefed and decided to help, sat on comfy leather chairs and looked through book after book.Finally, Harry stood up so fast, his chair shook and wobbled a bit."I think I may have finally found the way to get my family back....."
tbc................................................
