Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: Of Unexpected Deliveries and Doorsteps

Notes: Hello Lovelies! Here's Chapter Four; as I mentioned before this chapter has a time-skip! Anywho, THANKS TO ALL THAT REVIEWED, FAV'D, AND FOLLOWED!

Parseltongue looks like "This"!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I will make no money from the posting of this story.

Previously:

Severus continued to shiver as he rode out his mind-numbing orgasm. When he came down from his high he opened dark eyes and watched Lucius nuzzle his softened cock. The smaller man unclenched his hands from the bed sheets and brought both hands down to card them through thick, blonde, strands. "That was bloody amazing, Luc."

The grey eyed man chuckled; "Well then I think it's time you returned the favor and showed me just how appreciative you are of my efforts." Severus smiled coyly before flipping his lover onto his back and slinking down that toned gorgeous body.

Indeed, Silencing Charms and four year olds who slept through the night were wondrous things...oh and of course the sound of Lucius chanting Severus' name while he teased and sucked the blonde's thick cock.

~*~*~*Chapter 4*~*~*~

~*~*~*Five Years Later~*~*~*

Harry bid his classmates goodbye for the summer and began to walk home with Draco and Severus; the other muggle kids believed they would see him next year but they wouldn't. His dad, and papa Luc, would be home-schooling his brother, and him, in magic.

The raven fiddled with his necklace as he walked and thought; his dad made the pendant for him so no one would be able to find him. Draco and Severus wore one too; even though his fathers never said it both he and Draco knew they worried about other magical people would track them down.

The three of them would wear their necklaces until they went back to England, and that wouldn't happen until he and Draco received their Hogwarts letter. Until then no one could know where they were. It wasn't safe for Harry, not with Dumbledore lurking about.

Until then they kept a low profile, as Severus called it. Harry sometimes felt like they were in a detective story; where they were running from the bad guys. It was kind of cool but a little scary. However, he would be getting his practice wand soon so he could begin to learn magic before he went to wizarding school.

Kids weren't allowed to get proper wands until they received their Hogwarts' letter. Until then magical children used practice wands; they looked like normal wands but they were spelled to be unable to channel the castor's full power into the spell.

Using the practice wand would help them learn the wand movements for simple spells and helped to regulate their power levels; if he, or Draco, used too much power on a spell the wand would glow red.

Severus explained that just because you had the power didn't mean you needed to use it needlessly. Why use an excess of power to levitate a small rock? All you'd be doing was exerting more magical energy, and draining your magical core faster. Which put you at a disadvantage in a duel; precise spell work, and management of a wizard's power, was very important and Harry was committed to doing well in his studies.

He was very serious about learning but he was still super excited to begin using a wand to cast magic! He'd be just like his dad, and papa Luc, soon. Maybe he could convince his fathers to teach them how to change someone's hair pink? That would be fun to do! Harry doubted Severus, or Lucius, would tell him.

However, that didn't mean he couldn't investigate how by looking through his fathers' books; if he could sneak into the library...maybe Draco could assist him in distracting their fathers? He would, of course, share his knowledge with Draco; they were a team and what one knew so did the other.

The emerald eyed nine year old still called Severus and Lucius his fathers and they were. The two men raised him since he was a fifteen month old baby. Severus took him in, and adopted him, after the bad man, You-Know-Who, came to kill his birth parents, James and Lily. His dad explained why they were attacked; apparently, some prophecy, which the Dark Lord only knew half of, was made stating that Harry would be the Dark Lord's downfall.

Upon hearing that the bad man acted and found his parents where they were hiding; how the bad man found Lily and James his fathers could only guess on. But they believed it wasn't Harry's reckless godfather, Sirius Black, who betrayed his birth mom and dad.

His fathers' thought it may have one of of James' other school friends, or Marauders as Severus called them. They suspected it may have been Peter Pettigrew since Sirius went looking for Peter after the attack on Harry and his birth parents, according to Severus it was to exact revenge for the betrayal of his friends. But Lucius and his dad couldn't be one hundred percent sure who the secret keeper was; it may have well been Sirius Black.

But Harry doubted it. His fathers were rarely wrong and he had a feeling that it wasn't Black who betrayed his birth parents. From what he'd heard about Sirius he was incredibly loyal, if incredibly reckless, and even shunned his family to be friends with Harry's biological father, James, and to join Dumbledore's Light side during the war. That didn't sound like a man who would turn against his best friend and betray Harry's family, at least in Harry's opinion.

So if it wasn't Black then that left Pettigrew or Lupin. His dads believed it was Pettigrew but they couldn't be sure about it. And if it wasn't Peter than it had to be Lupin; his birth parents wouldn't trust anyone other than Black, Pettigrew, or Lupin as their secret keeper for Fidelius Charm. Severus highly doubted Lupin would betray his friends and Harry's birth family. Lupin was a werewolf and adored his friends and saw them as his pack. A werewolf would rather skin themself than turn on their pack but it could happen; no matter how small the possibility of it occurring was.

All this was very confusing to Harry! All he knew was that his dads believed Sirius hadn't betrayed his parents but he did murder a man; the man his godfather killed was Pettigrew and even if Peter was the traitor you couldn't just go around murdering people! So Sirius deserved to be in Azkaban, right? Harry believed so. And Remus Lupin was a werewolf and Severus doubted he was the traitor who sold his family out. Sometimes Harry wished Severus and Lucius wouldn't be so honest with him.

As soon as that thought entered his mind he pushed it away. Harry wanted the truth and he wanted to know what happened and why it happened. He liked that even if he was confused by certain things he at least knew them and wasn't left to bumble around alone in the dark while he searched for answers. His dad never held back what he believed Harry needed to know and understand.

His dad really hadn't held back on anything involving his parents. He'd told Harry everything he knew about them; how his birth father, James, was cruel to him in school. Harry thought James was a bully and he was very prejudiced. What was so bad about Slytherins? His fathers were former Slytherins and they were good people.

Lily, his birth mother, used to be best friends with his dad until they had a fight when Severus called her a bad name; a mudblood. Harry, and Draco, was forbidden to speak that word as it was incredibly rude and hurtful. The raven haired child understood about hurtful words; a kid in his class called his and Draco's dads faggots.

At the time Harry hadn't known what that word meant but when he asked papa Luc he became very angry and walked them to school the next day to have a word with their teacher, Mrs. Delacroix. That afternoon papa Luc explained that faggot was a cruel word for men who liked other men; it was a word that was equal to mudblood in its offensiveness.

Harry, and Draco, both agreed to never use either word. The two of them didn't believe in judging someone for something they couldn't control; you didn't choose to be muggleborn and you loved who you loved. Both boys understood that and they would never hurt someone so harshly by speaking out of turn like that.

However, the emerald eyed teen believed in the ability to accept someone's apology if they were sincere enough. Harry accepted Severus', and Lucius', apology when they asked for it. Both men explained that they used to be loyal to the Dark Lord before he went mad. But once they understood that their Lord was not in his right mind they had second thoughts.

But Lucius was too afraid to act against You-Know-Who because he didn't want Draco to be hurt. Severus, on the other hand, had been the one to deliver half the contents of the prophecy to the Dark Lord. When his dad found out that it meant the Potters were in danger he'd left the Dark and spied for the Light. It was because of Severus that his parents went into hiding and if his parents hadn't chosen the wrong person to trust they may have been alive.

Harry accepted their apologies because he knew Severus, and Lucius, were sincere. They loved him; he had no doubt of that. They didn't have to take him in. They could have ditched him somewhere just like Dumbledore and his aunt had. The two men hadn't. Instead Severus adopted him, gave him his last name, and by doing that gave him a family. He would lose all of that if he didn't accept their apology and give them his forgiveness. So that was what he did; he forgave them.

Forgiveness; that was something his mother never learned. How could Lily just toss Severus' friendship away like that? Yes, he was wrong to call Lily the M-word but Severus knew it and tried to make it right by apologizing. His birth mother wouldn't ever accept it and she wouldn't speak to his dad again.

Harry thought she was being stupid but held his tongue since Severus wouldn't appreciate the sentiment. Besides, they were dead and gone; there was no reason to dwell on their mistakes as they couldn't be changed. All Harry knew was he adored his fathers and his brother, Draco.

True, none of them were blood but they were family. At first Draco didn't know how to take the news of Harry's adoption but after a while realized that nothing had changed between them and got over it. Now, the two of them were thick as thieves; they made friends at the muggle school but nothing serious. They had each other and they also knew that once they joined the magical world it would be hard to continue to associate with muggles.

Draco was also privy to all the information about the attack by You-Know-Who, the half known prophecy, Harry's abandonment at Number Four Privet Drive by Dumbledore, and how Petunia left Harry on Severus' doorstep all those years ago because she didn't want to raise a magical child.

The emerald eyed child never wanted to meet his muggle relatives; he didn't understand how they could throw away a member of their family just because they were different? It made no sense! Harry would never in a million years leave his family! He'd die before anyone took them away from him.

But it wasn't only Harry who got a family in all this; Draco did too. While Severus was named the blonde's godfather when he was born Draco now looked at the older raven haired man as his dad. Especially after Lucius divorced his wife, who was Draco's mother, when the two boys were seven.

Harry and his blonde brother didn't know why Lucius and Narcissa divorced; his father's said they were too young to know why. But his dads did say that his papa Luc and Narcissa weren't happy together and they were married due to a contract put together by Lucius' father, Abraxas Malfoy, and Narcissa's family.

Harry knew his papa Luc adored his dad so the little raven was happy that his fathers could now be together and get married if they wanted to. Maybe one day they'd have another baby! Then Harry could be a big brother like Draco and they could both take care of their little sibling.

That would be awesome! But when Harry asked Severus for another sibling when he was eight Severus choked on his tea and Lucius had to slap him on the back to make sure his didn't choke to death. Once his dad stopped coughing he'd told Harry that it wasn't the right time for another baby.

After that incident Harry just shut up about another sibling but he knew his father's knew Harry wanted one so it would happen if it happened. Draco wanted another little brother, or sister, too but he kept quiet about it. Neither wanted to make their dad choke to death.

It wasn't too hard for Draco when his mother and father split; the blonde boy never saw his mother from what Harry remembered so it probably wasn't a loss for him. It confused Harry; why didn't Narcissa seem to care for Draco? He was her son; wasn't she supposed to care for him? When Harry asked his dad, and papa, they'd attempted to explain but failed, hugely.

All the emerald eyed teen got from the stunted conversation was that Narcissa was a cold, mean, woman who had no honor. The younger raven just nodded and excused himself from the room, putting the conversation out of his mind. If Narcissa didn't want to see Draco it was her loss.

His older brother was the best and she was stupid not to see that; good riddance to bad rubbish as his muggle teacher used to say when she threw something in the garbage. Draco didn't need Narcissa. He had Harry, papa Luc, and dad to care for him.

When they walked into the house Severus turned and smiled; "I think you both have something waiting for you on the coffee table in the living room." Harry slipped off his boots and walked quickly; only heathens ran in the house, to the living room and beamed when he saw two long rectangular boxes on the table.

Draco was right next to him with a large smile on his face too. Papa Luc, who looked quite amused, was seated on the couch watching their reactions. Severus seated himself next to the older blonde and waved his hand for them to open the packages. The boys didn't need to be told twice and ripped into the green wrapping paper with gusto.

Before long green paper was on the floor along with the wand boxes and the two boys were holding two practice wands proudly in their hands. Lucius, and Severus, chuckled; "Well, it seems you both are ready to begin your education in all things magical." Draco smirked at his blonde father; "Of course, Harry and I are going to be top in our year when we go to Hogwarts. Aren't we, Harry?"

The raven smiled; "Yup, we're going to show them just how smart we are." Severus and Lucius chuckled; "Alright, well today you can enjoy yourselves but tomorrow Lucius and I will begin instructing you in magic. Until then your papa, and I, will be holding onto your wands." The two boys groaned in disappointment but didn't argue; no one won against Severus in an argument, even papa Luc failed there and he was really smart!

Once their wands were taken the two boys scurried into Harry's room and began to read the beginner's books on magic; papa Luc bought these for them a week ago when he bought their practice wands. But unlike the wands they were allowed to read the books as soon as Lucius brought them home. They sat down on the fluffy rug near the window and began to read all about magic.

His parents spoke to them about magic sometimes; mostly how to control their emotions so their accidental magic wouldn't flare up, or lash out. However, his father's always told them that magic was magic; neither good nor evil. It was the caster's intent, and motives, that were either good or bad. Magic was a tool; a useful tool that they should be grateful for, but a tool nonetheless.

Should the Minister, who was a bloody idiot according to his dad, outlaw knives because you could stab someone with it? No, they shouldn't. This Minister of Magic in Britain sounded useless. Papa Luc said the Minister, Fudge Harry thought his name was, was a moron of the highest caliber.

This information made Harry uneasy; how did such a moron get into power in the first place? Were the people of magical Britain stupid? How else would an incompetent get elected to power? Good thing the idiot Fudge had his papa to help him run things. Papa Luc was a smart and cunning man; very Slytherin was what his dad called it.

Harry couldn't wait to go to school so he could learn everything he could about magic and the wizarding world. Then when he graduated, and got his Mastery, he could do good things and make things better than they were; like papa Luc did. He really couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts; even if the old coot Dumbledore, as his papa and dad called him, was there.

Harry didn't like the Headmaster much. The man left him on a doorstep in the middle of the night during winter with only a note. Harry may be nine, almost ten, years old but even he knew that was a stupid thing to do! And his dad and papa didn't like the man and that set the emerald eyed child on edge. His parents didn't like people for a reason so he would be cautious around the old man.

With a great huff he refocused on the book in his hands, feeling very happy that he didn't have to wear glasses to see the words. They'd figured out his eyesight was bad when he began to go to school and had to squint to make out the words on the chalkboard, or put a book very close to his face to see the smaller print.

When he began to get bad headaches almost every day his dad magically scanned his eyes and discovered he was nearsighted and had a stigmatism; at least that was what his dad called it.

Thank Salazar Severus was an accomplished Potions Master and was able to brew the emulsion that would restore his eyesight. Now, he saw things with perfect clarity. He'd never noticed how blurry everything was until his eyes were fixed but he was grateful for his improved vision.

Settling into a more comfortable position on the rug Harry began to read his beginner's book on potions; he hoped he would do well in the subject at Hogwarts. Severus would be so proud if Harry and Draco were top in their year in that class! And Harry loved to make his dad and papa Luc proud of him. They were, after all, the most important people in his life other than Draco.

After a little while Draco began top fidget, breaking Harry' focus on his book. The raven looked over at his bonde brother and cocked an eyebrow, like his papa and dad did; "What's wrong, Draco?" The blonde huffed; "I'm bored! Let's go for a fly so I can beat you in a Seeker's game." Harry smirked; "Like you ever could! Come on then. I'll enjoy beating your narrow behind up and down the property."

Draco sneered; "Bring it on, princess!" Harry scowled and with a growl stood up and stomped out of the room; Draco snickering loudly behind him. That little berk knew how much Harry hated to be called princess! He was still sore about being stuck to the top of that castle in a pink dress when they were four.

The two boys grabbed their brooms, and a practice Snitch, from the cabinet in the living room and made their way into the large back tard; their dad shouted for them to stay within the wards so no one saw them flying on their brooms. Draco, and Harry, called back their agreement and mounted their brooms before they released the Snitch.

Once the little ball of gold disappeared the two boys shot of like rockets into the sky. Neither wanted to lose to the other; they were both good Seekers and practicing together only made them better. Whatever House they ended up at in Hogwarts would get a very good chaser and if they ended up in the same House they would figure out who would play Seeker and who would play Chaser.

Harry would be alright as long as he got to play Quidditch; it helped relax him when he was stressed and helped him think when his mind became to cluttered with stuff. A flicker of gold caught his eye and he was off like a shot after the Snitch, Draco following close behind him. But in the end the Potter-Snape snatched the ball of gold out of the air, triumphantly holding it over his head and whooping out his victory.

Draco, ever the gentleman, clapped, grudgingly. With a smile Harry switched off the Snitch, slipped it into his trouser pocket, and landed on the ground. His blonde brother landing next to him. Both boys laid down and began to chat about their practice wands all the cool stuff they were going to do.

Harry really did love magic and to think he could have lost all this if his muggle aunt decided to keep him! The young Potter-Snape was, privately, very grateful his aunt was a close-minded bint, his dad's words not his. If she wasn't then he wouldn't have met Lucius, Draco, or Severus; he couldn't imagine his life without them in it! It wouldn't be right! It would be like cake without frosting and that was simply unacceptable to the young raven.

Draco's shout brought him out of his thoughts and he gasped when he saw a large snake slithering toward them; it was black but shown an iridescent green in the light and had glowing black eyes. His brother moved to scurry away but the snake reared up and made to bit his brother; the raven freaked and began screaming at the snake not to hurt his brother!

Draco froze, as did the snake, in shock. Both turned to look at a wide-eyed Harry; who stood their, frowning in confusion. Had the snake listened to him? How? He took a deep breath and looked at the large black snake and began to talk, or hiss would be more appropriate. His brother gasped again and called for his fathers to come outside.

Within a minute both older men were outside, looking pale and shaky. Severus stepped forward and placed a hand on his son's shoulder; "Harry, I want you to send that snake away. Can you do that for me, brat?" The little raven nodded and turned to his snaky friend; "You have to leave now. My family is scared." The large snake seemed to nod regally; "Of course, I apologize for scaring your family little speaker."

"May I come back to speak to you?It is an honor for a snake to converse with a speaker."

Harry thought about it and decided it couldn't hurt anything if the snake stayed; "Alright, but you have to promise not to hurt anyone. May I ask why you came into our yard?" The snake looked thoughtful, if that was possible; "I will not hurt your nest mates. I came because I was looking for my master. Your house felt like his did; it felt like magic."

"They left me in the forest and I don't know why."

Harry nodded, sadly, but was excited too. Was this snake a magical snake? It had to be if it could sense magic, right? Maybe they could become his Familiar. That would be awesome!

He mentally shook himself; now was not the time for wandering thoughts, he had a snake to deal with; "Well you can come and talk to me during the day if I'm outside if not you may stay in the yard but you can't hurt anyone."

"By the way what's your name?"

The large serpent slithered closer to Harry and lifted her, at least Harry thought it was a her, head off the ground to look into his emerald green eyes; "My name is Ebony. And I have already told you I will not hurt your nest mates." The raven haired child nodded; "Alright, Ebony, I'm going to go inside but feel free to stay in the yard." The serpent nodded and made her way to a nice sunny spot to relax.

When Harry turned to look at his fathers he became nervous; why were they looking at him like he had two heads? Was talking to snakes that weird? Immediately he became self-conscious; would his family hate him now? Would they get rid of him because he was different?

Severus just rolled his eyes while a small smile crept onto his face; "Only you brat, only you. Harry, calm down. We aren't mad about this. You're papa, Draco, and I are just very surprised. Parseltongue is not a common gift, brat. But as I said it is a gift and something that should be treasured not feared. However, a lot of wizards will fear you for your ability to talk to snakes."

"These people are idiots and never listen to them. You are not a Dark wizard just because you can speak to snakes. But I think we should all move inside to speak about this. Will the snake be alright outside?" Harry smiled at his dad, feeling stupid; of course his family would still love him even if he could talk to snakes.

And he wouldn't let anyone tell him his ability to speak Parseltongue was evil; it was a gift like his dad said. If he hadn't been able to speak to Ebony he and Draco may have been hurt so how was his gift a bad thing? With a laugh at his own idiocy he answered his dad; "Ebony will be fine in the yard. She promised not to hurt any of my nest mates. What's a nest mate?"

Severus just shook his head in fond exasperation and mumbled; "Only I would adopt the brat who could talk to snakes." Before he looked into Harry's emerald eyes; "I'll explain all that when we go inside, okay? Now shall we?" The little raven nodded and moved to go inside with the rest of his family so he could get his answers. One thing was for sure their lives were never dull or boring!

TaaaDao! Well we heard from Harry; forgive the simple writing style. I'm emulating a nine year old here. Also, Harry will be more mature than most children his age; he lived with Lucius and Severus for practically his whole life! What does anyone expect? However, he won't be some super mature genius; I want this to be f'ing believable after all!

Next chapter will be the last one before the little family goes to Hogwarts.

So I introduced Harry's Parseltongue ability early and Harry will not hide it. My Harry will be a strong Grey wizard who thinks for himself. No one will make him feel guilty for his abilities; though some will try, of course. I believe Harry would have been much more confident if he was raised in a loving, accepting, home.

Ebony is a Titanoboa; which is an extinct species of python. However, I am reviving them in the magical world for the purposes of this story. They are massive snakes that rivalled Reticulated Python is size. But Ebony is only eight feet long at this point and she is not as sensitive to cold as normal snakes would be as she is magical. Ebony won't be some super magical snake either; she'll be like most other snakes with a few abilities thrown in, like magical sensitivity and few other fun abilities. Okay I'm going to stop rambling! : )

Honestly, there are so many ways I could go with this story and only time will tell where exactly that is. Just have to wait and see! : )

All Mistakes Are My Own!