AN: Next chap! Hope you'll like it. It's still pretty short, but I'll try to post another one shortly.
Immortal Sailor Cosmos, you just have to wait and see who is the other person, though you may guess it from the contents of this chapter. And Harry had some ulterior motive in helping Voldy, it's not exactly a selfless action. I'm surprised you continue the story despite all that. Thank you. There will be more veela and HPDM stuff in the future. I promise. The story began at the end of the fifth year. And now it is already the spring of the sixth year.
kattastic999, thanks
miss quirky bookworm, Mischief? Maybe… And no, that other person isn't Draco. The romance will commence in its own time. I'm not so sure about buddy-buddy relationship, I think it will be pretty formal and then move on to romance, but we'll see.
NelliGirl, thank you. Keep in touch.
Faerie Princess of Doom, I confess that I an guilty. I got a bit overexcited with this Calling stuff. It will still be a large but of the story, but so will be the veela stuff, I got some nifty, though I'm afraid not original, idea about that. I don't know if that one can be considered a cool plot twist. But I promise to try my best. =) The veela context will unfold later into the story.
Jujube15, he will be combination, neutral I guess. We will search for answers both. The characters tend to misbehave from time to time. The end result always comes to me as a surprise.
Night-Player, 2 more chapters posted, hope you liked them.
cyiusblack, well, it wasn't soon, sorry. But I updated in the end.
Flyawayblue, thank you! Keep on reading!
FrenRala, Sorry for OOCness, but I quite like to mutilate characters, but then it's humour. Try not to take it seriously. And no, I'm afraid Harry is lost to this piece of fanfiction. There will be some private revelations, but for the world at large Harry'll remain Flhoyer. I think…0_0
mumimeanjudy, Different! Thank you, I like to hear that. It is difficult to be different with the amount of fanfiction out there.
sexy Seren, updated.
Zale potter, me too. Wonder, I mean.
TornIntoPieces, Thank you.
Chapter 13
Guilt gnawed at Ryan's heart. It wasn't an overwhelming type of guilt, rather an uncomfortable one. He had to put werewolf rights on one of the last places on his priority list and considering that Remus was a werewolf and suffering from prejudice, he felt that he should be more concerned with resolving this problem first of all. Ryan stepped into the silent debate with his conscience, arguing that the world wasn't made in seven days and that Remus wasn't really suffering now that he had his godson around, that… Well, why didn't he think before about delegating the resolution of this to Moony? Because the werewolf was self-conscious and a bit beaten down by life? Yes, that might be the reason. But, it still was worth a try. Maybe, this task will give Remus some sense of purpose and increase his self-respect.
The mage happily smiled, or crazily grinned one might say, which would have disturbed any watchers, but nobody of the human kind was there. And goblins that he hired for the construction of his new little compound were unperturbed by their employer antics. The stoic buggers were already making finishing touches.
Ryan was almost done with the first stage of one of his long-term project, namely new premises. The whole endeavor proved to be expensive as he didn't have the needed property on hand and despite his well-rounded education was woefully ignorant in construction magic and couldn't do it himself. Therefore, his visit to the Gringotts Bank subsidiary – Eternal Constructions and the subsequent thinning of his vault contents.
The building under construction was a two-storey stone house built into the side of the mountain and connected with the cave system inside it. The place was situated in Scotland and was specifically chosen as far from Hogwarts as possible. The house wasn't some grand architectural project but it was smart and practical. Crispy new and lacking furniture.
The goblins bid him quick good-bye and the Constructor of the group asked him to come by to the company's office to get the blue prints and some other legal papers pertaining to the property.
After the goblins left, Ryan wandered the empty rooms and corridors and tried to establish what furniture to buy, which room to enchant analogically to the room of requirement, and contemplating what wards to put up. He wanted to emulate to an extent the Knowledge Chambers and continue on with the worthy cause of Sohhare. Though, he was not planning to sacrifice his eternal soul.
Flhoyer had found the necessary information in Sohhare's grimoire but he still didn't have the extensive library of the Knowledge Chambers. For that he needed his Master's apparition help and consent. He was pretty much sure the copy-right spells weren't invented till the eighteenth century, but on the other hand people during the harsh times of the Fall of the Mages had been paranoid and suspected everyone of deceit. He just had to wait and see for himself.
Next day after the short trip to London, familiar blood donation, tearful begging, and strenuous fight with stubborn charmed grimoires, Flhoyer was the proud owner of the Knowledge Chambers library. Copied.
Sighing tiredly, but grinning in triumph Flhoyer dropped the precious trunk on the floor of the Janice Bridge Hall's, well, hall and stretched across the fluffy carpet.
Remus from his comfy seat in front of the fireplace for a minute just gaped at his godson. The previously glorious raven-colour mane was burned, eyebrows singed, the expensive robes tattered and ripped with blood oozing from several cuts on the body and covered in ash and some other suspicious substances. Puke-green splotches looked especially fetching. The accompanying odour almost murdered the werewolf's sensitive sense of smell.
"Have you, by any chance, run across an overgrown Blast-Ended Screwt?" worriedly asked Remus.
Flhoyer grinned from his self-acclaimed place on the carpet. After the Tri-Wizard Tournament's third task, any self-respecting wizard understood the reference. Hagrid's hybrid pets were now truly famous and quite pricy on the market for beast fight competitions.
"No, I was in the library, actually."
"Library," repeated the werewolf disbelievingly.
"Well, it's true," childishly pouted Ryan, plucking his bloodied lower lip, which didn't look cute in his stage but provoked an enormous sense of pity. "Who knew, that so many books would be protected from copying."
Remus despite his worries laughed uproarsly at his naivety.
"Hey, they were millennia old!" the mage tried to justify himself.
"So?"
"Nevermind… Bath, here I come!"
The Malfoy Manor became lively again. Between the coursing through the halls medical personnel, lobbying business partners and the never-ending energy of his overjoyed mother, Draco was hard-pressed to have a moment of peace. Father after his stay in Azkaban was a bit worth for wear but thanks to the Black trick, as it was now called in the DEs' circles, very much sane and as uptight as before.
The first time he saw the patriarch and presented the Lord regalia back, father looked him over studiously and stated:
"You have yet to choose."
Draco suppressed the urge to bristle – just where was "hello, son, long time, no see, good to be back", etc – and calmly answered.
"I'm working on it. I have recently found an intriguing candidate that I'm inclined to choose. Lord Flohyer."
"Lord who?"
No, he wasn't mistaken, there was the steely and very much cold glint in the eyes of his father. So he must've already learned about the transfer of funds. Draco inwardly cringed, but refused to cower. He was now as tall if not taller than Lucius.
"Lord Ryan Lilland Flhoyer."
"I repeat – Lord who?"
"I am trying to find out. That's why I said I'm still working on it. Seventeen years old, home-schooled, planning to enroll into the seventh year in Hogwarts, powerful aura, beautiful..." he paused but decided to finish as was due. "…and on the Dark Lord's untouchable list."
Draco's trained eye noticed the slight grimace on Father's face at the mention of the Dark Lord (ah, ah! was that disappointment in his Master Draco sensed there? After all no one came to bust him out of Azkaban) which imperceptibly morphed into surprise.
"There is an untouchable list?"
"There is now."
"Long?"
"Not very. Only four, hm, persons listed – Bellatrix Lestrange, Nagini, Flhoyer and Remus Lupin."
"Interesting," Lucius paused and looked searchingly into the face of his son. "I hope you remember that the best time to bond is during the first year after the inheritance. After that the results may disappoint you."
Draco started and understood the he needed to accelerate his wooing plans. Even at the risk of fucking them up.
"I'm afraid you forgot to mention that in your missive."
"Pity."
There wasn't any trace of compassion or pity in the voice of the patriarch. It will take a lot of time and effort for his father to come to terms with the unexpected loss of the majority of liquid assets at his disposal. Well, Draco was not backing on his decision either. He quite liked and already was used to his independence.