'A Wizard that take identity from a hatred of Muggles demonstrates he has no other redeemable qualities.'

Lord Voldemort, Blood Purity

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'Why does your... Aunt(?) hate Muggles.' Harry couldn't really think of a more appropriate word than 'Aunt' for the second Wife of your Father.

'Bondsmother is the conventional term, which is a separate thing to a 'Bondsfather'. I'll explain later.' Draco turned and winked, as they dragged their luggage through the impossibly broad aisle of the Hogwarts Express.

'The hatred among Magicians for Muggles and Muggle-Borns comes from a series of objective facts mixed with an unnecessary hatred.'

'If a Magician has a child with a Muggle, the child will far less likely to be magical themselves than if they had two magical parents, and if the magical parent is the Witch, the child will be likely be far less powerful. Having two magical parents nearly guarantees in the inherentance of magical ability.' Draco's speech was slick, and clearly practiced.

'As you should be able to guess by this point you are better off as a Wizard than not. Even if we ignore the ability to do Magic, you life expectancy is doubled, your health is massively improved, you are far more resistant to physical violence, and so on.'

'Simply put, being a Magician is a good thing, and only inter-Magician breeding can guarantee that this good thing continues to occur.'

Draco gestured to the nearest carriage.

'This one is the one that I promised to meet the likely Slytherin boys of this year in, care to join me?'

Harry didn't have the slightest idea how Draco picked out this carriage from the rest of them, but followed Draco in regardless.

Inside three boys were hunch over some card game, from which little snaps and pops occasionally emanated, they barely looked up as Draco and Harry entered allowing Draco to continue his explanation.

'Of course the obvious superiority of pureblood breeding does not justify as hatred of those with impure blood, and especially Muggles. It must be stopped as a practice but this does not mean that we should treat those born of it, who had no choice in the matter, with scorn.'

His speech had apparently attracted the attention of one of the boys as he stood up.

'Draco giving you his loovey goodey progressive speech Potter?' The boy was tall for his age and looked athletic, long black hair fell to his shoulders, framing a sharp face.

'Alexander Avery, Heir of the Avery Family.' He gripped Harry's forearm. 'Draco told us that he'd meet you and invited you along, but I'm surprised you actually came.' Cold gray eyes stared into Harry's 'My Father is serving 17 years for the destruction of a marriage registry office and membership of an illegal organisation, i.e. the Deatheaters. Is that a problem?' The other young Wizard hadn't let go of his arm.

'I don't know yet.'

Avery laughed and let him go, sitting back down.

Draco introduce him to the other two boys. Marcus Travers and Theodore Nott, both children of distinguished families and both more interested in their card game than Harry.

Harry and Draco sat down by the doors of the large carriage, while the rest of the boys clustered around the window table.

'So, my Bondsfather?'

'Yes, my Father's Brother Sirius Black. He's is truly a... unique Wizard. Defying both sides of the war, and managing to survive.'

'A 'Bondsfather' is a subordinate concept to a 'Bondsbrother', where two very close Wizards will form a bond, sharing some amount of magical energy and some level of emotional bond, the level being up to the Wizards involved. It is a rare practice nowadays, especially outside of the old families, due to its association with sodomites.'

Having whispered the last word Draco made to continue, but Harry interrupted him.

'Sodomites? Like homos, queers?'

Draco had coloured. 'Er.. yes, I believe in the Muggle world they are named Homosexuals. I have also heard that in the Muggle world such things have recently become legal.'

Harry wasn't sure exactly, but he hadn't thought it'd been recent. 'Maybe like 30 years ago? Maybe that's recent for Magicians.' Then Harry laughed.

'What?' Asked Draco, seeming flustered.

'Just remembering something my Uncle said.' Harry took on a deep tone to imitate the Dursley man 'I suppose being a Wizard is a bit like being a Queer, its obviously not normal, but if some people are just born that way then the world will just have to cope with you.'

Harry had winked at Draco, but the boy didn't seem amused.

'Well don't let anyone hear you saw it, Male Homosexuality, as you may call it, is quite illegal in Magical Britain. What can really be expected from a country where a Wizard must marry at least twice?' Draco's tone was acid, and Harry was gaining the distinct impression that the Magical world was not the utopia it might look like at first glance.

'Anyway yes, Sirius, my Uncle, your Bondsfather.' Draco reined himself in and managed to continue on.

'He was the first Black to be sorted into Gryfindor for over 300 years and was nearly disowned for it. Despite this he was not one of Dumbledore's pets. He was one of these rare '3rd way', rejecting both the Matriarchy but also the 'Dark' and traditional Patriarchal structure. Apparently he got a few friends into it, like your Father, but was never a big leader. From what my Father says it was never he real focus anyway, he preferred to focus on enjoying himself.' Draco gave a sad half smile. 'With Wizards and as well as Witches, and any substance that'd take him somewhere.'

'When the war started he did his best to stay neutral, but he failed to stop your father and his other friends getting involved, and was eventually dragged in himself. I think everyone was, eventually. My Father says he was convinced to Voldemort's side in 1978, after Dumbledore didn't do anything after the Minister for Magic, Alexandre Fawley ordered the internment without trial of over 200 Wizards. But after the killing of the Longbottoms he left the Deatheaters in disgust, and went into hiding, apparently under Dumbeledore's wing.'

'What happened with the Longbottoms?' Harry interrupted.

'They were involved in a battle. The Dark Lord, instead of disarming them and offering them a chance to surrender, just shot them down with the killing curse. A terrible moment truly, broke one of the last few rules the war had.'

From what Harry knew of normal wars this didn't seem at all surprising, that in battle you just killed your enemies. He'd expected something worse from the man who'd murdered his Mother.

'Anyway, after hearing about the... killing of your parents, Sirius went after Peter Pettigrew, the man he thought had betrayed your parents. Pettigrew was in hiding but the Order of Phoenix was tracking him, he'd apparently been associating with Deatheaters. Sirius forced him from his house and blew him away. Destroyed half the street. Afterwards he went to try find you, but when he got to the ruins of your parent's home he was arrested by the Aurors. Despite Dumbledores word that Pettigrew was a traitor the court convicted him for Voluntary Manslaughter and he got 13 years. From what we knew Dumbledore didn't fight too hard, he never approved of street executions.'

'That's how my Father tells it anyway. Sirius apparently tried to adopt you repeatedly from the Prison. The Matriarchs obviously just ignored him, but it would have made us brothers!'

Draco grinned at Harry and he found himself smiling back, but was mostly just trying to process everything the other boy had told him.

'He'll have a release hearing next year, we can go together... if you want. You may be able to influence the proceedings a little.'

'Er.. maybe.'

They drifted into silence, Harry chewing on everything he'd learnt since Petuina had sat him down on his Birthday morning. What was he doing associating with the 'wrong side'? Harry wasn't stupid, he had some idea that hating Draco because his Father hated Draco's Father was how wars and conflicts never ended. Harry, being 'weird' hadn't had a lot of friends in school, so Draco being as enthusiastic to befriend him was really flattering. But while he was doing his best not to wave it in his face, he clearly admired the man who got his parents killed, and seemingly a load of other people.

'So how did you know you were a Wizard?'

'Huh?' Draco was talking to him, but he'd been deep in his thoughts.

'Its a question that is apparently asked to Muggle-Borns.'

'Oh. I guess I realised something was up when I could to talk to snakes and they'd talk back, and no one else could.'

Draco gaped, the card game came to a stop.