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I'm writing out the chapters and uploading after I get ten finished. That's my goal. :D I WILL get past 15 chapters! I promised myself!
But, here's a promise to my readers! I will get over thirty chapters in for this story, and they will all be over 2,000 words. No ifs, ands or buts! I will do it!
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Chapter Two: Ready To Go Home Part .I. (Harry's POV)
[Part .I.]
For a month, Harry has been waiting for Hogwarts! He missed his friends and teachers, strangely enough, Snape was included in that. Sirius and Remus had been watching him in obvious amusement as he danced from foot to foot and tripped over the carpet. They laughed when he set the kitchen on fire because he was daydreaming, and when he walked in on Sirius wanking after a nightmare but walked back out horrified, they snickered and teased him for days afterward.
Letters from Hermione, Ron and the Twins cheered him up and made him so excitable, Remus and Sirius planned a trip to Diagon Alley just to let loose some of his excitement.
So here they were, at Platform 9 ¾, waiting for the Weasleys and Hermione to arrive. They were currently sitting in the 'Slytherin' end of the train, their compartment door wide open. The upperclassmen Slytherins walked past with a raised brow but in silence as they watched the two men and the Gryffindor Golden boy. Ravenclaws popped in to say hello and ask Sirius questions, a few hugged Remus. The Hufflepuffs squeaked at Sirius while glancing shyly at Remus and smiling broadly at Harry. Fellow Gryffindors popped in and laughed about pranks with the two Marauders.
Harry took it in stride, laughing and smiling. But Sirius saw under his son's mask. He could see the anxiousness of finding his mate and of seeing his friends again.
Harry wasn't sure what creature Ron was, but he was the first in a couple decades, according to his dad. Fred and George were Draken as well, a Dominant and a submissive, and funnily enough, the twins were mates. Molly had thrown a fit, but Arthur explained a pair of twins three centuries ago had also been mates, so it wasn't a big deal.
Bill Weasley had inherited a Shadow-Wolf ancestry. Charlie was a Shadow-Panther, while Percy had been bitten by a Vampire and was now a Day-walker. Ginny wouldn't know what creature she got, if she got an inheritance.
A flash of red hair in three spots alerted Harry to the Weasleys and he stuck his head out the compartment door, waving like a lunatic while his dad and uncle watched on amusedly.
"Fred! George! Ron!" he yelled, smiling widely at his best friend and his brothers. The three laughed and hugged him as they all squeezed into the compartment. Seconds later, a bushy head of hair showed up, followed by a yelled, "HERMIONE!" and Harry launching himself at the girl.
Hermione laughed, hugging her best friend and greeting Sirius and Remus as she then sat down in Fred's lap. The Dominant laughed and winked at Harry.
"So, how was your summer, Harry?" Hermione asked, smiling at Harry.
"It was great. I got a new broom for my birthday, and some wings…" the twins laughed at this, "But all in all, it was really great. What about you guys?"
"Ron's inheritance-" Fred started.
"-Turned out to be," George followed.
"-A fire nymph," The twins finished.
Ron was beet-red and his hair began to glow like a gentle wave of embers before they began smoking. Within seconds his head was a full fiery mess. George snuggled into Fred's side, grinning at his younger brother.
"Awesome, Ron. Wait, your birthdays in March." Harry's brow furrowed in confusion. "Shouldn't you have gotten it last year?"
"I dunno, mate. Mum talked to Dumbledore ("Professor Dumbledore, Ron." Hermione chided) and he doesn't have a clue. I guess a bunch of kids from our year have Owled him about their Inheritances. He said it's the biggest group since You-know-who's time or something like that." Ron responded, completely ignoring Hermione's correction. Remus and Sirius looked thoughtful.
"I guess we'll find out when we get there, won't we?" Hermione sighed. "I wish I had one, but being a muggleborn, I'm not so lucky."
"Hermione, you may be muggleborn, but all muggleborns have to have some kind of magical history in their family line. One or both of your parents are related to squibs. There hasn't been a true muggleborn for centuries." Sirius spoke up. "I know James' wife was a half-blood adopted into a muggle family, but she was related to a Draken who mated with a Siren that was part Shadow-Parsel."
"Shadow-Parsel?" Harry asked, glancing to his dad. Sirius nodded. "What's a Shadow-Parsel?"
"A Shadow-Parsel is like any Shadow- animal, Harry. They can speak to snakes and transform into any kind of snake without being an animagus. They have one true snake form and then the whole species." Hermione answered, catching Harry's interest. He nodded, and took to looking out the window.
The group chatted for awhile, and for once, Malfoy and his goons didn't show up to ruin the moment, despite the group being in marked Slytherin territory.
Soon, they were nearing Hogsmeade so Hermione went to change and the boys changed into the uniforms while Fred, George, Sirius and Remus chatted about their work and other things.
Half and hour later, Hermione returned looking miffed and snapped at them to hurry up.
"What's with her?" Ron muttered, grabbing his trunk and helping Harry with his own. Harry's Draken let out a roar inside his head, irate at having to be helped. He was suddenly angry, his Draken thought Ron was insinuating he couldn't do things for himself. To his Draken, it was perceived as him being accused of a weakness.
Sirius noted this and lightly tapped Harry's shoulder. "Your wings, Harry. They're bulging up to free themselves." Harry growled, but forced himself to calm down.
"Thanks, Sirius. I guess I need to work on my instincts. I hate this."
"I know, kiddo, I know. It was the same for James and I. Your dad hated it when someone else did something for him and I was around. Being the Dominant, he thought it meant he had to do everything for himself and others couldn't help him. It almost broke us up quite a few times."
"Wow."
"Yeah." Remus cut in. "You should have seen James when I escaped the Shrieking Shack one full moon. I'd caught Sirius outside and he was having trouble transforming into Padfoot. I ended up in the hospital wing for a week." Harry winced. "Yeah, it was pretty bad."
They caught each other at the carriage, and immediately Harry tensed up. Several other Dominants were around, and so were a couple of submissives. There was a strange pull in his abdomen, begging him to speed up and follow the path, but he fought it. He could wait to claim his mate, if that was what this pull wanted him to do. A flash of silver-blonde hair appeared in his mind and disappeared just as fast, but he shook it off and climbed into the carriage.
"Hey, Harry." Neville waved, an easy smile on his face. Harry cheered up, noting Neville smelled strongly like a submissive.
"Hey, Nev. How'd your summer go with Aunt Alice and Uncle Frank?"
"Great! I found out I'm a Draken submissive." Ah, he was correct.
"Really, I'm a Dominant."
"Cool. Hey, what's with Ron's hair?"
"Oh. He's a fire nymph or something." Neville grimaced.
"We're gonna have to charm his bed and robes against fire, then."
"I guess." Harry shrugged, and leaned against his dad. He was glad he had Sirius. He missed his sire, but his daddy was here, he wasn't dead. While Harry missed James' presence, losing Sirius would have been a whole lot more difficult.
"What's up, kiddo?" Sirius asked softly, gently nuzzling into his son's hair. He could smell the emotion of sadness, and it seemed to be affecting Neville as well. He kept shooting worried glances at Harry every few minutes.
"Just…I miss papa, but I don't. I can't miss what I've never had, right?" he buried his face against Sirius' shoulder, relaxing as the older man's arm wrapped tightly around him.
"Hey, I miss your papa too, kiddo. I know exactly what you mean. But you still have me, and I still have you. You've had me since day one, you know that." The taller man kissed his child's forehead gently. "What brought this on?"
"I was thinking about how lucky I am to have you, dad."
"I'm pretty lucky to have you to. If I'd been later, who knows what would have happened to you, chick." And Sirius meant it. Harry had been his only child with his mate. The only clutch James had given him before the Potters had died. Harry had been Harry Potter, but once Sirius claimed him, he became Hadrian Arcturus Black, like he and James had originally picked out. Lily, backed by Albus, had chosen Harry James Potter. Neither man liked it, but Albus had insisted.
"I love you, daddy." The Dominant mumbled.
"I love you too, chick." Sirius whispered, clutching his child tightly to him. Remus watched them, smiling. So did the others.
[Part .II.]
The group stumbled up the steps and through the corridors to get to the Great Hall, where Remus and Sirius separated from the kids to go up to the Head Table. Fred and George walked to the doors where they stood guard, wands out and at the ready.
Ron, Hermione, Neville and Harry claimed seats at the middle of the table. Ron and Neville sat across from Harry and Hermione. Ron across from Hermione who was on Harry's left, which left Neville across from Harry on Ron's right.
The other house tables were full, or getting there. The Headmaster stood, and clapped to get the attention of the hall.
"Students, Students, calm down." He said, lowering his hands. "We have three changes in staff this year. Defense Against The Dark Arts will be split by Professors Sirius Black and Remus Lupin-" he broke off as the hall erupted in cheers. "- and Potions will now split between Professors Severus Snape and Horace Slughorn!
"Now, as to why the first years are not in the hall being sorted yet; I had a talk with Sopho the Sorting Hat, and he demanded to resort years three through seven. We will start with the younger years and work our way up. Your new house will have a House Meeting after the feast with an explanation I cannot give you at this moment. Thank you." Dumbledore stood back and gestured for McGonagall to set the hat down on the stool. The Gryffindor Head was just unrolling the scroll when the hat called out,
"Mckinny, Erin!" A small third year boy from Slytherin house staggered forward. A few seconds later, the hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"
McGonagall huffed, and allowed the hat to do her job.
Slytherin gained three new third years, Hufflepuff received eight new third years, Ravenclaw got four and Gryffindor won at twelve.
For fourth years, Slytherin got five, Hufflepuff nine, Ravenclaw one, and Gryffindor seven.
Fifth years that went to Slytherin were ten, Hufflepuff ten, Ravenclaw four and Gryffindor two.
"Granger, Hermione!" Sopho yelled. Hermione gave the three boys a smile and walked up proudly to sit on the stool. She placed the hat on her head, and for four minutes, seemed to be having a debate with the hat. Finally, it yelled, "RAVENCLAW!" The blue and silver house went up in cheers, while Gryffindor groaned in loss.
"Parkinson, Pansy!"
The pug-faced girl stalked up to the hat, sat down and was sorted into "SLYTHERIN!" She sat back at Slytherin among her friends.
"Weasley, Ronald!"
The red haired Fire Nymph walked up and plonked on the stool, grimacing as he set the hat on his head. For nearly ten minutes, the hat debated with him, and put him into "RAVENCLAW!". Harry couldn't believe it, but laughed at the look on Hermione's face. She was shocked as she scooted over to make room beside her and Luna Lovegood.
"Black, Hadrian!" the hat roared. Dumbledore's twinkled failed as Harry stood shakily. He could feel the hall's eyes on him, and he looked up at his dad, terrified of his reaction. Sirius gave him a smile, telling him without words that he would be proud of Harry and still love him no matter what.
The Boy-Who-Lived-A-Lie walked up to the hat and sat gingerly on the stool. He placed the hat on his head, and shut his eyes. He waited for Sopho to finish going through his memories, and then smiled when the hat began to speak inside his head.
"Ah, Hadrian Black. Formerly Harry James Potter, son to James and Lily Potter. A Draken Dominant and feeling the pull of your mate… What I said your first year stands, Hadrian Arcturus Black…"
"I know. Put me where you know I should go. I'm tired of fighting." Harry could practically feel the approval from Sopho.
"As you wish, Hadrian Black." Sopho murmured in his head, then opened its mouth and screamed out, "SLYTHERIN!"
The hall went deadly silent as Hadrian stood, and they went into shock when they heard him thank the hat.
"No problem, Mr Black. Simply placing you were you should have gone in the first place, m'boy. Do me proud, eh?"
Hadrian gave a laugh, saluting the house before he walked to his new house table. The only open spot was near the first years spot, so he sat down and glanced at his dad. The man was smiling and gave him a little thumbs up, reassuring the boy of the man's love.
He looked at Remus next, beaming when the man grinned at him. He then looked at his new classmates; most were looking at him with either shock, disgust or distain. He looked away, averting his eyes.
Four more six years joined from Ravenclaw, one from Hufflepuff, and two from Gryffindor.
Seamus Finnegan sat beside Harry, latching on immediately while his boyfriend Dean sat on the other side of him. Both were staring vacantly ahead, not noticing the other Slytherins.
Harry sighed, watching as Gryffindor got three Slytherins, two Hufflepuffs and one Ravenclaw.
Hufflepuff got one Gryffindor, one Slytherin, and three Ravenclaws.
Ravenclaw got two Gryffindors, three Slytherins and six Hufflepuffs. Harry watched on, depressed.
"Good, good!" Dumbledore exclaimed, standing up. "Thank you, Sopho. Now, I hope you can all get along in your new houses. For the first week, we will grant you leniency and you may sit at your old house tables. New students will find their things already in their new dorms. Now, off to bed! Pip pip!"
Dean, Seamus and Harry stood up as one and walked behind the first years. Despite being sixth years, they knew how Slytherin worked. They'd heard Malfoy yelling about it for years, now. They were the Omegas. The lowest of the low, especially being Gryffindors. Even the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuffs walked ahead of them.
They walked in silence down to the dungeons, with Shay being held between the two Dominant Drakens. Dean didn't perceive Harry as a threat, so he left his little submissive latch onto their friend. They reached the portrait of a giant snake, and Malfoy spoke loud enough for the entire group. "The password for this week is 'Pureblood Heir'. Remember that, first years, or ask an Upperclassmen if you forget." The door opened and Malfoy held the door for first his friends, then the lower years and finally the three Gryffindors. He sneered at them as they passed, making Dean growl lowly. Harry watched as the blonde stiffened, and he once again felt the pull he had this irresistible urge to follow. He didn't bother looking at the pale faced git, and instead followed his friends to find a spot to stand.
Malfoy stood in front of the fire, Zabini and Parkinson on either side of him as he began to speak. "First years and new students, I am Draco Malfoy. I am your sixth year prefect along with Miss Parkinson on my left, and Mr Zabini on my right. In a few short moments, our Head of House, Professor Severus Snape, will be here for the Beginning of Term Meeting. Before he gets here, I want to say a few things.
"While you are here, you obey me, Parkinson and Zabini. You may come to us if needed, but you listen to us. In Slytherin, we stick with our own. We have new students this year from the three other houses. This rule includes them, as well.
"If someone from another house is picking on you, be assured another Slytherin will come find myself, Parkinson or Zabini to come to your aid. Stay in a pack of four or five at a time, never wander about after curfew.
"We have levels of importance in Slytherin, first years. You are, and do not make me repeat this, the lowest of the low. At this point, however, you are above the three Gryffindors, but only because they first came from our rival house. Expect this to change, little snakes.
"Our levels are currently as such; I, the Slytherin Prince. Blaise is my Second, Pansy my Queen. Daphne Greengrass is Pansy's Second. Crabbe and Goyle are my guards, and then there are the rest of the house.
"In Slytherin, the first week here can make or break you. Do. Not. Anger Me." Draco drawled slowly. His silver eyes glanced around the room. All the years, including the seventh years, watched with rapid attentiveness.
"This weekend, you first years will be assigned a study partner from sixth year. Fifth and Seventh years are off-limits for questions because of Owls and Newts in the spring.
"Quidditch practice is off-limits to first years as well. School rule, so no whining." Malfoy folded his arms, and glanced at the three Gryffindors.
"First years, turn to the back of the room. Meet Hadrian Black, Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas. They are, for this week, below you. This does not mean you can abuse your higher status. I have the authority to punish you by the Head Boy, Colyn Morte, and trust me. I will use it.
"House members, attention on me. You may be above the new Slytherins, but like the first years, I can and will punish you for abusing that power. That means no pranking, no beating them around for fun, no anything. Leave them alone.
"Lions, I will speak to you after Sev has given his speech in my room. For now, I am done. Sev?"
"Thank you, Mr Malfoy." The black robed man stepped up to the front and stood, nobody standing at his back as he folded his arms across a broad chest and observed his first years. "Little snakes, You are here in Slytherin because you possess either the cunning, subtlety, conniving or the cleverness Salazar Slytherin himself set for the requirements of this house. While you are here, your house will be like your family. I expect you all to treat it as such.
"Draco out-lined everything for his own speech; However, he failed to mention several things like every other year.
"The first weekend here, I am taking all first years to the Infirmary for a beginning of the year check up. Why? Each year, I and Poppy Pomfrey find four or five students that suffer abuse at home. I can give you Potions to heal the damage after the exam, and understand this. I will be here to treat you during the summer, or at my own home where you can floo me for assistance. I visit several of my Slytherins each summer to see how their families are progressing.
"If you have nightmares, or are homesick, my door is always open to you. Office hours during the week are from 9a.m to 5p.m. I will care for you, I will protect you. If you are being bullied, like Mr Malfoy said, another Slytherin will come to your aid. Do not be afraid to approach me yourselves. I am not afraid to intervene.
"Now, sixth year transfers. Same as the first years; My office is always open to you. I cannot stop your old houses from bullying you, nor can I stop the other heads from taking points or giving you detention. But I can take responsibility for your detentions, and I will often give you oppurtunities to win those points back.
Sixth year students, please take into account to help your new house mates. I do not care if they were Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. They are here, and most possibly should have been here in the first sorting. I will not repeat myself.
"As for the hierarchy, yes. We have one. Draco once again forgot to mention something. Each house has a 'Court', so to speak. I believe Gryffindor abandoned theirs when I was in my fourth year. Hufflepuff abandoned theirs only recently, about twelve years ago. Ravenclaw's court has been dead for about a century now. Slytherin is the only court to have survived this long. A Prince in place of our king. An appointed Queen who rules for her house instead of the Chosen Queen. It has been this way since Mr Malfoy's father's seventh year. He was our last Chosen King. Before you ask, no. We do not have 'heirs' to the positions. Hogwarts, before the Dark Lord's first war in the seventies, chose our House Royalty. She has abandoned the choice, leaving it up to us. However, the Headmaster has told me she has begun asking him how Slytherin fairs with our choices.
"She is beginning to wonder if she should once more bring back the other courts and give us our leaders back. At any time, if she does so, you may find a letter written by the Headmaster under your pillow or on your bedside table in an envelope. It will explain your duties and your role in our house.
"The other Heads and I have decided, should Hogwarts bring back the Courts of Hogwarts, we will form a Council that will be totally legal. But it is up to the Kings and Queens plus Consorts of the Houses to give the final say. The Heads play only a small part, and that is being the advisor to our house leaders, nothing more.
"For now, I shall let you get to bed. Prefects, rouse the first years at seven o'clock sharp." The man nodded at Malfoy, and then left, his cloak billowing behind him.
"Potter, Finnegan, Thomas. Follow me." The blonde motioned to the former Lions, and they followed him silently up the stairs to a door that had the words 'Draco Malfoy – Prince' on a golden plaque with the words 'Unknown – Consort' underneath it. He opened the door and gestured the three boys to enter before him. Harry was in awe; the walls were silver, and the bedspreads were a deep forest green. The carpet was also silver. On what Harry assumed to be Draco's bed was the Slytherin crest, and looking past at a smaller bed had a simple snake on the pillow. Malfoy gestured them to make themselves comfy, as he sat at his desk.
"Lions." He greeted. They returned the greeting softly. Dean held a shaking Seamus to him, while Harry fought to follow the pull that kept tugging insistently in his chest.
"You may face a bit of trouble from the other snakes for awhile. For now, I need to know your creature inheritances, status and if you are mated."
"Why?" Seamus asked, glancing cautiously at the blonde. Said blonde raised his brow.
"So I know how to accomadate you, Finnegan."
"I'm a Draken Dominant." Dean said, "Seamus is my submissive mate." Draco nodded, turning to glance at Harry.
"I'm also a Draken Dominant. I haven't found my submissive mate yet. But he's close." I can feel him. Draco nodded again, his gaze turning thoughtful.
"Thomas, Finnegan, follow me. I've got a pair of rooms just a bit lower than these. We passed them on the way up. Potter, I'll be right back." Dean and Shay looked at him confusedly, before they followed the bossy blonde.
Ten minutes later, Malfoy returned and plonked on his bed. "Argh.."
Harry lifted a brow in amusement.
"So, what are you going to do with me?" He asked.
"I will have to clean out the highest room. It's just a bit smaller than this one, but it'll work for you, I think. For now, you can sleep in here." Malfoy responded, turning over with his eyes closed. His words were mumbled into the sheets, but it didn't matter. Harry only shrugged and lay down, not bothering with clothes or turning the lights out.
Both boys fell asleep that way, and for some reason, neither had nightmares that night.
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