Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Warning: Well, yeah, maybe. Talks of male mating. Mention of Mpeg. I might have to change this over to M.

Dear Readers,

So, let me know what you think. Should I change this over to M?

Journee

Chapter Eight:

Harry locked himself in his room. Not that he thought it would do much good, he just really needed time. Time to think. Time to rethink everything, he had known to be true. It had all been lies. Even his birth had been a lie. For all he knew Harry wasn't even his name. After all, who has heard of an elf named Harry?

He laid back studying the ceiling. His life had been a lie. A wizard. That had almost seemed like, a joke now. If the Blacks was Fay, what did that make Siri? The Malfoys were Elves as the Potters. Why was they in the wizarding world?

He moaned rolling over on his stomach. Why couldn't something be normal. Where did Malfoy fit in this? Things just made less sense than before.

"Harry?" Draco asked walking into the room.

Harry glared at him. He knew, he had locked that door. "Have you really always known?"

"Known what?" Draco asked surprised.

"About all this?" Harry muttered mostly into his pillow.

"And, we hate each other." Harry pointed out, only to have Draco smirk at him. He hated that smirk.

"I have never hated you." Draco replied. "I was to keep tabs on you at all times, at all costs."

"Is that a fact?" Harry asked pushing up off the bed.

"Would I have reason to lie?" Draco asked.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" Harry asked with a smirk of his own.

"Why do you think your magic is so powerful?" Draco asked. "Elves are very powerful Harry."

"Your father is a Death Eater." Harry pointed out, not willing to give up just yet."Voldemort must be pleased about that."

Draco laughed about that. "We play a roll, so to speak. This is for a reason, you see. The wizarding world isn't the only ones that wants him gone. Besides, Harry, we are trying to hold on to the life that we have built here. Our world is almost gone."

"Why is he still living then?" Harry asked.

"That is the problem." Draco muttered.

"What?" Harry asked.

"He won't die." Draco answered.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked surprised.

"Just that." Draco said finally taking a seat next to him.

"Draco." Lucius called from the door.

Harry looked over to find not only Lucius, but James as well. Maybe they had decided to answer his unasked questions. Somehow, he didn't think they would.

"How did the meeting end?" Draco asked.

"Well enough." James answered.

"The Headmaster?" Draco asked.

"I think he is in a bit of shock." James said walking on into the room.

Harry rolled his eyes. He wasn't the only one.

"Lets go for a walk." Lucius said motioning for Draco to follow him.

"As you wish." Draco said following.

Harry watched them leave the room, closing the door behind them. He turned to his father. James seemed to be trying to take everything in. Maybe James was the one that was in shock.

"A few hours ago, you were still a baby." James murmured softly.

"I'm still me." Harry pointed out.

"Lily went to visit her sister." James said with a small smile.

Harry would have gave anything to see that. He really would had.

"Do you have questions?" James asked taking a seat beside him.

"You could say that." Harry agreed.

James gave a slight nod. "at least you understand what you are."

"I wouldn't really say that." Harry disagreed.

"You will in time." James said softly.

"Are we much different than wizards?" He asked.

James nodded. "Our magic is different Harry, we don't have dark magic, nor do we have light magic. It is all the same with us."

Harry remembered Draco mentioning that. "What is Draco to me?"

James smiled. "There is no beating around the bush with you, are there?"

"What is he?" Harry asked.

"He is your older brother." James answered.

"He is maybe a month older." Harry reminded him.

James shook his head. "Draco is a year older."

"How?" Harry asked somewhat surprised by this.

"We did what we had to do. For his protection at the time." James answered.

"He is a prat." Harry remarked. There was no way, that Draco could be his brother.

"He gets it honestly." James said with a grin.

"Lucius is your mate." Harry guessed.

James smiled before nodding. "We had to marry to fit in here, as did our fathers before us. It was expected of us. So we had to pick the perfect protectors. Women that would love you two as their own. Which we did."

"So, who had me?" Harry asked.

"The same one that gave birth to Draco." James answered.

"Who?" Harry asked.

"Me." James answered.

Harry felt all the blood drain from his face. "You are a male."

"Really?" James asked in mock surprise.

"Your Draco's dad?" Harry asked.

"Yes." James answered.

"And he has known all this time?" Harry asked.

"Yes." James answered.

"And Lucius?" Harry asked.

"Is your father." James answered.

"No." Harry whispered waiting for his heart to come to a stand still.

"Lucius, is the head." James said staring to the floor in front of him.

"The wings?" Harry asked.

"a sign of the head." James explained.

"Like Draco?" Harry asked.

"Draco will lead his family." James agreed.

"So, I'm under Lucius?" Harry asked.

"Much to Albus's disappointment." James said with a smile. "Luce had already made demands concerning your return to school."

"Such as?" Harry asked.

"A house change for one." James said making a face.

"What?" Harry asked raising his voice. There was nothing wrong with the house he was in.

"He wants you to where your godfather can keep a better eye on you." James explained.

"Siri?" Harry asked confused.

James slowly shook his head. "Severus. We each picked out a godfather when each of you was born."

"What did Dumbledore have to say about that?" Harry asked.

"There wasn't much he could say." James explained.

"He is the headmaster." Harry said crossing his arms.

"When it comes to our children, our word is law." James smiled.

"So, our laws are different?" Harry asked.

"Much so." James answered.

"How?" Harry answered.

"Thats a lesson for another time." James smiled.

"You mean one for Lucius." Harry stated.

"I just mean, you have had a lot to take in for one night." James pointed out.

"I have another question." Harry said looking over James. He had loads of questions. For now, he'd settle, for the ones he could think over later.

"And that would be?" James asked.

"If Lucius is my father, why didn't he ever tell me?" Harry asked.

"Would you had believed him?" James asked.

Harry had to think on that. Most likely not. He wasn't all to sure that he believed it now.

"Thats what I thought." James said with a smile.

"I didn't say anything." Harry whispered.

"You didn't have to." James smiled.

"How can I deal with all this?" Harry asked.

"One step at a time." James smiled getting up.

"Right." Harry murmured wondering what he had got himself into now.

Harry waited before he shut the door, before flipping back on his stomach. They could had told him. They should had told him. He was sure Remus had knew about all of it. Sirius, he wasn't so sure about. Then again, Sirius was the one that had spend time with Draco. He would had to have known, some at least. Tonks had known, but he didn't know Tonks that well.

"Shoot." Harry muttered rolling over on his back. How would Ron and Hermione take this? The Malfoys and Weasleys hated each other. Would that mean Ron would hate him as well? Maybe, he wouldn't be aloud to tell them. Like that would really stop him. What reason shouldn't he tell them?

Lucius was the one that worried him. The man was suppose to be his father. He had the power to take him, but if he had, everyone would had known why. Harry shook that feeling off. The man tried to kill him, and as bad as he hated to admit it, Harry didn't want to be in a room alone with him. No, he never would had believed Lucius nor Draco either one.

Moaning he got up. He couldn't get answers by laying about. If he had to, he would go to Lucius and demand them. Like that would get him anywhere. His father wasn't going to answer him either. That left Draco.

Harry made went downstairs looking for Draco. He found him in the kitchen, where the meeting had been held. "I want to talk to you."

"Oh?" Draco questioned looking up at him.

"What is he?" Harry asked thinking of Lucius.

"Who?" Draco asked somewhat surprised.

"Your father." Harry remarked crossing his arms.

"What do you mean?" Draco asked crossing his own arms.

"What did Severus mean by high court?" Harry asked.

"Oh, that." Draco nodded.

"Yes, that." Harry took a seat across from Draco.

"You have to understand." Draco said softly. "Our kind, is very few. I told you this. We all mix in the wizarding world. That was why, it really surprised me, that they came out, and told who they truly was."

"You said our world is hidden." Harry pointed out.

"That is true." Draco agreed.

"Then why bother with the wizarding world?" Harry asked.

"We do have wizard blood." Draco smiled.

"How?" Harry asked. "If an elf can only be with their kind or Fay at that, how did that happen?"

"I asked father the same question." Draco nodded.

"And?" Harry asked.

"He does not know." Draco answered. "It shouldn't had happened. Severus thinks that it is because our grandfather loved our grandmother to the point his magic took over."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I have another question."

"Which is?" Draco asked

"Does your friends know?" Harry asked.

"No." Draco answered looking him over. "Nothing can change."

Harry stood up. He needed time. He needed to think. "So, you don't think that this will be made known to the public?"

"No." Draco answered.

Harry walked back up to his room. He had to think. Mostly, he needed to talk to Hermione. They couldn't stop him for telling her, or Ron for that matter.

Tomorrow, he would find Hermione. If anyone would have answers. It would be her.

Journee