Title: Harry Potter and the Rise of the Dark Legacy
Author: enchanted nightingale
Beta Reader: pussycatadamah
Pairs: Harry/Lucius (eventually), Ron/Hermione, Neville/Ginny, Remus/Tonks
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I merely use them in my plot for fun.
Chapter 4
The room was slightly cold, only the fireplace releasing some warmth and the flames shedding their dim light on the bed at the far end. But neither the temperature nor the light mattered to the two figures entwined on the king-size mattress. A path of clothes covered the road that led from the doorway to the bed, a testament to their haste and lust.
The wooden frame of the bed squeaked in protest as the two figures moved against each other.
The bigger man was covering the younger body that was writhing under him. He heard his younger lover whimper as he trailed his lips along his sensitive throat, paying special attention to the soft, sensitive skin. The younger body arched under him when his teeth grazed the taunted vein, his breath coming in harsh pants.
"Lucius…"
"Hm?" he replied as he focused his mouth on travelling down the younger body.
The youth below writhed again as the blonde hovered over his chest. He lowered his head over one bud and licked his nipple before carefully nipping it. The teen sucked in a deep breath, but the older wizard ignored him in favour of repeating the process with the other bud while one of his hands was busy caressing its way downwards, following the silk like curves.
He saw Harry tremble at the small touches on his warm skin straying from the chest area to the rest of his body.
"Cold? Or maybe you like this?" Lucius teased.
Harry opened his mouth to answer back but choked when he felt lips on his hard member. His tormentor chuckled at the gasp he heard and continued his ministrations. The teen looked as if he could not decide between keeping his eyes open as the blond bobbed his head or give in and close them and just enjoy the feeling.
Lucius enjoyed the foreplay as much as his partner tonight. It was fun seeing the pale skin of the Elf covered with droplets of sweat, seeing him close his eyes and give in, touching the silky flesh and running his hands through the ink black strands.
"No more…Please…Just get touch me already!" his lover panted.
Grey eyes gleamed as he moved his body back and leaned down; lower his mouth on the soft skin of Harry's cock.
There was a sharp gasp and he felt the smaller body tremble.
For a while the only sounds in the room were the ragged breathing of the green eyed Elf and the sounds that came from the blonde's mouth.
"Oh Merlin!" he heard Harry call out.
Lucius pulled back, releasing the pulsing member with a soft 'pop' before parting those milky hips with his knee.
"Don't forget the lube," the teen panted.
Lucius offered a smirk and a fruity scent soon filled the room.
Harry sought another kiss and he complied as he occupied his hands with preparing his lover.
The teen started squirming and broke the kiss, panting.
"Get on with it," he asked.
Without losing time, Lucius pulled his fingers out and replaced it with his erection.
Almost immediately after he started thrusting into his lover, Harry's legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.
"So tight…"
"You say that every time," Harry panted.
"It's still true," Lucius gasped.
He increased his tempo, enjoying seeing the youth writhing with pleasure under him.
"Lucius…"
The man took hold of Harry's erection and started stroking him in time with his thrusts.
Then he leaned down for a short kiss.
Harry wrenched his mouth away gasping for air.
"I'm close…"
Lucius grunted.
The pressure was building slowly in his loins.
Just one more thrust…
Lucius woke up suddenly, feeling out of breath. He leaned back on his pillows grimacing as he felt humidity from his lower half. He groaned when he realized what that dream had done to him.
"You have got to be joking me!" he muttered in the darkness of his room. 'Like some ruddy teenager, honestly!' he thought with disgust as he got ready to take a bath earlier than usual.
"What a way to start my day," he muttered as he stood, heading for the bathroom and a long shower to clear his head, making a mental note to ask the House Elves for a change of sheets.
Afterwards he would have to ponder over the direction his dreams were going. Not that there was much to think about.
Ever since he had he had talked with Potter and they, or rather he, decided to start being realistic, Lucius kept having those dreams.
"Perhaps a talk with Harry is in order," he said to himself. "Now to find him alone…"
Room of Requirement:
Harry was anxious for the lesson with Ailill Frideswide. The Elf was supposed to arrive shortly for their next lesson. The Room of Requirement was the only room in the castle available for the task the two Elves wanted it. The introduction had been nice enough and the Wood elf was very forthcoming with his answers. So it felt natural for him to be excited.
The door opened and a tall figure entered.
Harry was almost frozen in his spot but relaxed at the amused glance of his teacher.
"Good evening Harry," Ailill said.
"Good evening, sir," replied the youth.
"I see you are not wearing your robes tonight; good."
Harry nodded. He had remembered to wear comfortable clothes instead of the restricting school robes. While the previous times they had focused on theory and Elfin history today they would have a more practical approach on things. Whatever it was, Harry was glad for his summer shopping spree.
His teacher motioned him to sit down before him and Harry complied hurriedly.
They sat cross legged opposite of each other.
"Today we are going to delve into a technique that is mostly used by our kind; Aura Reading."
Harry blinked. "Aura reading?"
"Yes. Every magical being is surrounded by a magical aura. Wizards and their magic are usually more prominent and more stable than others. It is also one of our prominent advantages over them. In battle you can use this skill to avoid the opponents spells and curses as well as guessing the proximity of the enemy to avoid unnecessary battles and such," Ailill explained.
Harry was impressed and it showed in his face. "That is mightily handy."
The older Elf chuckled. "It is indeed."
"Then I could learn how to sense say the Unforgivables and thus dodge them in advance?" Harry asked him guessing.
"Actually, the Unforgivables and generally most Dark spells are easily detectable since their auras tend to be more violent and rather sinister. But you will see for yourself in due time," Ailill told him. "For now I want you to try and concentrate, or meditate if you wish."
Harry grimaced, remembering his Occlumency lessons that started and ended as a complete disaster. "That is not my stronger point." While Ailill had told him to practice a few exercises in order to sustain his glamour longer, Harry was still not capable of meditating as he got bored easily. The Elf had compared him with a twitching rabbit and Harry had been wise enough not to mention that particular scene to his friends. He was certain that had he told them, he would be walking the corridors and being called 'rabbit' for the remainder of the year. 'Probably even longer if Draco heard; he had a knack for remembering embarrassing facts about people,' Harry thought.
"Very well. I can show you a way to train you meditative skills," his teacher told him and Harry smiled gratefully.
The next hour or so was spent teaching Harry how to focus on clearing his thoughts.
"We should have started from the basics but your Headmaster informed me that you do not have the luxury of time so we will have a crash course in most things young elves have to learn from their infancy and so on," Ailill informed him when Harry was finally successful.
The teen was a little disappointed but not much. He knew exactly what his situation was and as his teacher had told him previously, he was lucky to have an Elf come to Britain just to teach him.
Again his teacher tried to slightly lift his spirits but at the end of the lesson he managed the exact opposite when he gave him a dozen thick tomes made of papyrus.
"Read them soon," was all the blue eyes Elf told him.
"What are they about?" Harry asked.
"Elfin customs and celebrations as well as the everyday life and short biographies of well known dark Elves and a collection of poems by the current Elfin Lord," Ailill told him. "I am warned that a friend of yours is quite the bookworm. In this case I would prefer you did not show her these books."
Harry nodded, understanding the need for secrecy. Any other time he would have shared them with his female friend but lately he found he liked all these little secrets. This time he just had to keep his mouth shut about the books.
"Good," Ailill told him. "One of these books is on aura reading. I'll give you an introduction today but the next time I will ask you to see what you remember."
Harry found the warning was rather clear so he answered with a short nod and focused all his attention on the red haired Elf.
"Do you remember your days as a Muggle student?" Ailill asked him. "A subject the Muggle's call 'physics'?"
"Yes, but we did not do very much."
"Enough to know what magnetic fields are?"
Harry thought about it. "Yes."
"Good. The aura is a kind of magnetic field which surrounds the body of all living, soulful or not, have it. Muggle's will only give you the feeling of static or a small breeze, with dull colours compared to that of magical beings. There are others with stronger readings, like the sun, the moon and some of the constellations that affect the magical users and creatures, but you do not need to worry yourself over them just yet.
With humans the shape of the aura follows the outline of the body. The stronger the person is the thicker and wider the aura gets. You will find that squibs are often confused with Muggle's. Only with practice you can notice the subtle differences.
Now, remember this part. Auras are not solid. Muggle's who take an interest in them believe in the seven layers which they took up from wizards. First, there's the Physical Auric body which is responsible for the physical sensations, such as pleasure, health. The second is the etheric Auric body, which deals with emotions with respect to self, self-acceptance and self love. Then there is the vital Auric body or the rational mind. After that there is the Astral or emotional body which deals with relations with friends and family. Also there is the lower mental Auric body or the Divine will within. Then have the Higher mental Auric body which deals with divine love, and spiritual ecstasy. And last we have the spiritual or intuitive body, the divine mind, serenity."
Harry blinked. It was a lot to take in at once but he made his mind about studying the books he received earlier.
"But what does that have to do with magic and intentions?" he asked.
Ailill smiled. "Very good; I see you pay attention. So far the layers deal with the character of the person but it is the colours that show the intention. They are too many to name right now but the basic colours are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet and the different shades of them. I believe the fifth chapter of the book 'Learning to read Auras, by Arnleif the Third Sage' who was a warrior leader of the Elvin tribe of Iceland."
The Gryffindor made a mental note of it.
"I want you read the colours, learn them and then we will continue. Now, you remember your meditation exercises?"
It was rhetoric. Harry found he could meditate better now that Ailill had shown him the way. Without a word he got into his stance, one that reminded him of the lotus stance in yoga, and started clearing his mind.
Ailill's voice reached him then as he praised him. "Very well Harry. Now I want you to focus on the magic around you. Can you feel the magic in the school? Whenever you are in class and you practice a spell, when a spell is cast on you, the first time you held your wand, do you remember how that felt, Harry?"
The green eyed teen found that he remembered the warmth he felt when the phoenix wand accepted him, the peace he felt whenever he practiced the Patronus charm, the humming of power whenever he saw Dumbledore and even Voldemort, the tingling on his skin when he was at Hogwarts.
"Now try to feel all that but from this room. The roof, the wall, the floor, the cushions, the fire," Ailill continued.
It took longer this time because all he could feel was the same sensation he got from the castle. Since the Room of Requirement was an extension of the castle, it felt the same at first but after a while he could feel something subtly different. The older Elf waited until he could firmly separate each object in the room before declaring the lesson successful and telling him to go to his room and rest.
"It was an impressive first time. For the rest of the week I want you to practice the same procedure in your room, and whenever possible. After you learn to tell the objects apart, we can move to animals and then people and magical creatures."
Harry left the room loaded with the heavy books and dead on his feet, but feeling better than the beginning of the year.
Next night: No 12 Grimmauld Place:
The town house was rather cramped that night. Most of the official and most trusted members of the Order were present, which meant that Mundungus was not there, but many others were, like Bill and Charlie Weasley, their parents, Amelia Bones and Minerva McGonagall. Those who were present were told about Harry's nature and what happened during the summer after the attack. The otherwise small kitchen of the run down house was magically expanded to accommodate the large crowd. Dumbledore was already present and was conversing in a low voice with Severus Snape.
"You will leave the information from the torture out of the conversation from now since Mad-Eye will be attending," the Headmaster and Head of the Order of the Phoenix told him.
"I get that," the Potion Professor grumbled like a sullen child.
The old wizard smiled at the tone but then grew serious again.
"Also I wanted to ask whether the Heritage potion is ready yet," Dumbledore asked him.
Snape nodded slightly. "Five days from now," he replied.
Dumbledore nodded. "Good."
"Why the rush all of the sudden?" Snape asked him.
Blue eyes blinked in surprise. "I cannot really tell you."
Snape glared him.
"I really, honestly cannot. Not yet at least. I was sworn to secrecy. When the time comes, you will know my boy."
The spy accepted that. Then he glanced at the large crowd.
"Was it wise telling most of the Order about Potter?" he questioned his employer.
Blue eyes twinkled. "I trust them but I'm not a fool, Severus," he replied.
"You placed secrecy net over the house," Snape figured out.
The older wizard merely smiled.
"You are sneaky Dumbledore," the spy muttered.
The old wizard chose to say nothing to that and looked at the room. "Seems that all our friends are here," Dumbledore said then. He cleared his throat and called the room to attention and the commotion stopped.
"Ladies and gentlemen, our session is about to start. Settle down everyone so we can begin with the reports," the blue eyed wizard said in that calm voice of his.
As everyone settled down the leader of the Order called for the reports from Aurors Shacklebolt and Moody.
"Nothing new really," Alastor's gruff voice commented. "I have the death toll. Fifty Muggle's dead in the last month, two Aurors and five civilian wizards."
"The numbers of the dead are rising," Tonks said sadly.
Dumbledore shared the sentiment. This time around the numbers of casualties were rising. The majority of the people present felt their spirits drop.
"Anything on the werewolf front?" Dumbledore asked Remus Lupin.
The man looked tired and his face held more lines and an extra scar on his chin.
"I was allowed in the pack last week," the haggard man replied. "I had to stay underground for six days with them, so they could see my intentions and for the members to get used to me. There are many males and even more females and cubs and an old couple of werewolves, a total of one hundred and fourteen."
"So many?" Molly gasped, though there were others equally surprised.
Remus shrugged. He knew there were bigger clans all over the continent and that most wizards chose to ignore the numbers until war came upon them and they needed allies. It was cynical, but the truth. He was happy to provide help for the Order but he never liked recruiting his kind. He preferred to leave them alone, but the others were counting on him. He looked at Albus and continued with his report on the small community.
"They have money to purchase the Wolfbane and when they do not have enough they prioritized the children. Not everyone there is bitten. There are a few outsiders, but mostly Muggle's or squibs. And so far they have not been approached by Voldemort or Greyback. Because they are so many and all of them at the farms they are independent; much better off than other clans and packs in England and perhaps Europe. They do not need much from the ministry, our side or Voldemort," Lupin told them. "I don't really think they will join us or the Dark Lord."
"It is better for us if they remain neutral," Dumbledore agreed. "Thank you Remus for your trouble. If anything changes on our part or theirs we might need you again but for now it would be better for you to get some rest. The Wolfbane Potion is already ready and Madame Pomfrey sends a few others for you."
The werewolf nodded and offered a small smile.
"Severus?" Dumbledore asked the man.
"The Dark Lord is restless," their spy offered. "Because the attempt against Potter during summer failed he has been taking his anger out on everyone and everything. That's the reason behind the attacks."
"Any new allies?" the older wizard asked.
"He has made no move on the werewolves Lupin approached," Snape replied. "But he has sent Rabastan to speak with the vampires in Germany, since the British clans fled the country during the last war and the French clans ignore him. So far he has had nothing to report. He has to renew their trust to him and then go through the actions required before he can get an audience with their Leader. He also ordered me to make a few potions, mostly poison for interrogations and tortures."
Many shuddered.
"Is there anything you can do?" Dumbledore asked.
"These potions are nothing he cannot brew himself," Snape told the Headmaster. "He will be able to tell whether or not the potions are correct or not. As it is he's getting irritated that I had not progressed with a potion that can counteract truth serums."
"Worried about his 'loyal' dogs?" Moody said sarcastically.
Snape glared him venomously but Dumbledore called their attention back to his person; he would rather have a meeting with as less conflict as possible.
"What is going to happen with Harry?" Molly asked then.
There was silence at that.
"Harry is doing fine," McGonagall offered.
"But that… man is at the school," the Weasley matriarch protested.
"It's better to have Lucius Malfoy close so we can watch him," Dumbledore replied.
"Is there any way to avoid Harry getting together with Malfoy?" Arthur Weasley asked.
Remus wanted to snort. He had a creature as well and he knew better than anyone how instincts worked.
"It's not the end of the world," their leader said.
He received incredulous looks.
"He is still a Death Eater," Tonks piped up.
"You have an odd way to select professors for the Defence position," Alastor Moody grouched.
Snape snorted.
Dumbledore merely smiled at them.
"Harry is doing more than just fine. Actually, he has started training and making progress. And as for his interactions with Mr. Malfoy, everything is still under control," he told the Order members. "I trust the identity of Harry's mate is still a secret among us?"
There was a lot of nodding and affirmations.
"Excellent!" Dumbledore said with a smile. "Now Arthur, anything from the Ministry?"
No one else said anything as Arthur started his report and the meeting proceeded quietly.
Gryffindor Tower:
"It's just not fair," Ron complained from his position on the couch.
Hermione was supporting her boyfriend's head in her jean clad lap as the pair occupied the largest couch by the fire. Ron's sister was sprawled on the armchair, her eyes closed but her keen ears on the commotion in the room, Neville sitting on the floor, his back supported by the red piece of furniture. Luna had snuck in with Harry's help as the Elf left his room to head to the tower.
It was late at night and only their year and a few seventh years were up.
"Did Gryffindor really lose one hundred points?" Luna asked them.
The Gryffindor's groaned collectively.
"I cannot believe they were actually caught," Harry commented.
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed.
"I second that," Neville and Ron called out.
The female prefect glared at those two as well.
"They got into a fight with those two Slytherin boys and hexed them with boils right next to their Common Room," Hermione said frustrated. "It was idiotic to say the least. What if one of Malfoy's cronies had caught wind of it? Or any of the older years for that matter. One hundred points was a blow, but I can recover them in a week."
"Amateurs," Harry piped up. "We lost two hundred and fifty in one night. Ah, those were the days…"
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. But her face some of the severity in her voice.
"I'll have to agree with him," Ginny said with a cheeky grin.
"After their detention we could give them a few pointers," Harry mused.
"Do that and I'll flay you," Hermione threatened.
"Not to mention Snape would be able to tell it was you," Ginny added.
"Maybe I should recruit Gred and Forge?" Harry offered. "They could get the job done and leave no trail." A pillow connected with his head, courtesy of Hermione.
"Prat!" his first female friend told him.
"Anyway, it was fun seeing Ron beating everybody at chess and Ginny at explosive snap, but I have an essay I need to finish," Harry said as he sat up, stretched his legs and then got on his feet. "Just an inch, I swear!" he told Hermione when she almost glared him. "Goodnight guys and girls!"
A chorus of 'Goodnight Harry!' followed him as he left the common room.
Harry's room:
The Dark Elf had for the first time ever finished with his school subjects early, and more importantly, without having Hermione nag at him, so after the visit to the Tower he got back to his room. He did not tell even Ron, for obvious reasons. In order to avoid an argument between the pair he offered the excuse of studying at Hermione and hid in his room with the intention of starting the books Ailill had given him. So far their existence was a secret from the bushy haired girl, though he found her eyeing him suspiciously a few times. This night, much like the few before, he had finished only one book, one about Elvin religious practices and rituals. It was almost fairy tale like so he has an easy time with it.
Harry called Dobby, asking him for a light snack before settling in front of the fire with the book 'Learning to read Auras, by Arnleif the Third Sage'.
The introduction was pretty much a long talk about the spiritual and magical matter of the aura, which Harry found rather boring but read it non-the-less. The first four chapters were a breeze, talking about everything Ailill told him but more informative.
It was well after midnight that he finished the last snack and came across Chapter five. He decided to give it a try before going to bed and then reading it again in the morning.
It was large as far as chapters went but the first one to have colour. Next to each Aura colour there was a sample of it followed by a practical example.
Harry got comfortable as he began to read:
Aura colours are a testament to understanding a person's steady character, his immediate intentions or his or her future actions. First we shall have a short mention of the colour and shades auras can have before describing the effects on living beings and taking the step of understanding the signs they give us.
RED AURA COLOR (General): It relates to the physical body, heart or circulation. The densest colour, it creates the most friction. Friction attracts or repels; money worries or obsessions; anger or nervousness; those are negative frictions. It is the most common colour as it is the nature of beings to be selfish and everyday life generates plenty of reasons for frictions to develop.
SUB CATEGORIES:
Deep Red: Grounded, realistic, active, strong will-power, survival-oriented ()
Muddied red: Anger or repelling (ex. Dark curses, stunning spell)
Clear red: Powerful, energetic, competitive, sexual, passionate (ex. Illegal love spells and love potions)
Pink-bright and light: Loving, tender, sensitive, sensual, artistic, affection, purity, compassion; new or revived romantic relationship. Can indicate clairaudience (ex. Legal love potions, fertility potions, tickling charms)
Dark and murky pink: Immature and/or dishonest nature (ex. Sells used in pranks or with a mischievous intent)
Orange Red: Confidence, creative power (ex. Object transfiguration spells)
ORANGE AURA COLOR: Relates to reproductive organs and emotions. The colour of vitality, vigour, good health and excitement. Lots of energy and stamina, creative, productive, adventurous, courageous, outgoing social nature; currently experiencing stress related to appetites and addictions;
Orange-Yellow: Creative, intelligent, detail oriented, perfectionist, scientific (This colour is always related to Healers of all kinds and Healing spells or potions)
YELLOW AURA COLOR: It is the colour of awakening, inspiration, intelligence and action shared, creative, playful, optimistic, easy-going.
Light or pale yellow: Emerging psychic and spiritual awareness; optimism and hopefulness; positive excitement about new ideas (ex. divination)
Bright lemon-yellow: Struggling to maintain power and control in a personal or business relationship; fear of losing control, prestige, respect, and/or power (ex. Pain inducing curses or hexes)
Clear gold metallic, shiny and bright: Spiritual energy and power activated and awakened; an inspired person (ex. Truth serums)
Dark brownish yellow or gold: A student, or one who is straining at studying; overly analytical to the point of feeling fatigued or stressed; trying to make up for "lost time" by learning everything all at once (ex. Stunning spells)
GREEN AURA COLOR: Relates to heart and lungs. When seen in the aura this usually represents growth and balance, and most of all, something that leads to change. Love of people, animals, nature; teacher; social (ex. Nutrient potions)
Bright emerald green: A healer, also a love-centred person (ex. Healing spells, shielding spell) Special Note: this particular colour is also the colour of the Avada Kedavra, the killing curse, when used for euthanasia. When used with the intention of murder, the aura of the curse in black with emerald hues.
Yellow-Green: Creative with heart, communicative (ex. Colour of flames after Floo powder)
Dark or muddy forest green: Jealousy, resentment, feeling like a victim of the world; blaming self or others; insecurity and low self-esteem; lack of understanding personal responsibility; sensitive to perceived criticism (ex. Pain curses) Special Note: the Cruciatus Curse is primarily this colour, often tinted with blood red, due to the anger needed for the spell to take place.
Turquoise: Relates to the immune system. Sensitive, compassionate, healer, therapist. (ex. Calming potions and Sleeping droughts)
BLUE AURA COLOR: Caring, loving, love to help others, sensitive, intuitive.
Soft blue: Peacefulness, clarity and communication; truthful; intuitive (ex. Veritaserum, Occlumency, Legilimency)
Bright royal blue: Clairvoyant; highly spiritual nature; generous; on the right path; new opportunities are coming (ex. Arithmancy)
Dark or muddy blue: Fear of the future; fear of self-expression; fear of facing or speaking the truth (ex. Ancient runes)
INDIGO AURA COLOR: Relates to the third eye, visual and pituitary gland. Intuitive, sensitive, deep feeling (ex. How Centaurs read the stars)
VIOLET AURA COLOR: Relates to crown, pineal gland and nervous system. The most sensitive and wisest of colours. This is the intuitive colour in the aura, and reveals psychic power of attunement with self. Intuitive, visionary, futuristic, idealistic, artistic, magical. (ex. Mind controlling curse, Imperious, Pensives)
LAVENDER AURA COLOR: Imagination, daydreaming (ex. Magical paintings and statues)
SILVER AURA COLOR: The colour of abundance, both spiritual and physical. Lots of bright silver can reflect to plenty of money, and/or awakening of the cosmic mind. (Only for magical creatures such as Elves, Vampires, Veela, Goblins)
Bright metallic silver: Receptive to new ideas; intuitive; nurturing (ex. Elvin poetry)
Dark and muddy grey: Residue of fear is accumulating in the body, with a potential for health problems, especially if grey clusters seen in specific areas of the body (ex. Elvin blades)
GOLD AURA COLOR: The colour of enlightenment and divine protection. When seen within the aura, it says that the person is being guided by their highest good. It is divine guidance. Protection, wisdom, inner knowledge, spiritual mind, intuitive thinker. (ex. White magic, blood protection, Fidelius charm, magical barriers, wards)
BLACK AURA COLOR: Draws or pulls energy to it and in so doing, transforms it. It captures light and consumes it. Usually indicates long-term lack to forgive (toward others or another) collected in a specific area of the body, which can lead to health problems; also, entities within a person's aura, chakras, or body; past life hurts; unreleased grief from abortions if it appears in the ovaries (ex. Dementors, Boggarts, Basilisks, Killing Curses, Dark Magic rituals, Blood magic rituals, Vampire Magic, Elvin fertility rituals)
WHITE AURA COLOR: Reflects other energy. A pure state of light. Often represents a new, not yet designated energy in the aura. Spiritual, etheric and non-physical qualities, transcendent, higher dimensions. Purity and truth; angelic qualities. (ex. Phoenixes, Elvin Sages)
White sparkles or flashes of white light: angels are nearby; can indicate that the person is pregnant or will be soon
EARTH AURA COLORS: Soil, wood, mineral, plant. These colours display a love of the Earth, of being grounded and is seen in those who live and work on the outdoors...construction, farming, etc. These colours are important and are a good sign. (ex. Herbology)
RAINBOWS: Rainbow-coloured stripes, sticking out like sunbeams from the hand, head or body: A Reiki healer, or a star person (someone who is in the first incarnation on Earth, like Dragons, Elves, Sirens, Sphinxes, Gryphons etc)
PASTELS: A sensitive blend of light and colour, more so than basic colours. Shows sensitivity and a need for serenity. (ex. Druids)
DIRTY BROWN OVERLAY: Holding on to energies (ex. Giants). Insecurity (ex. Werewolves)
DIRTY GRAY OVERLY: Blocking energies. (ex. Squibs) Guardedness.(ex. Trolls)
Harry exhaled loudly. He would need to read it again, but he remembered most of it so far as everything he read had made quite an impression on him.
'It was rather informative, he though while he played with a strand of his long hair. The book had also cleared a few things. He had been almost certain that black equalled dark but he was a bit surprised by that. He was tempted to go on but his eyelids were dropping. Giving into fatigue he closed the book.
'Thankfully tomorrow is Hogsmeade weekend and I can sleep longer, maybe even skip breakfast,' he thought before going to sleep.
Hogsmeade Weekend:
"I swear Filch has lost it completely," Ron muttered. Almost every Gryffindor of the year followed behind him and each one of his Gryffindor friends agreed with him.
"Well, you have to agree that it is a good thing," Hermione said, going into prefect mode.
"Like I said last year, wouldn't it be more sensible if he checked our pockets after we returned from the village?" Ron said smartly.
His girlfriend glared but kept her mouth shut. The rest of their friends chuckled.
"You two get cuter every day," Ginny told them.
"Nah," Seamus cut in. "They are rather repetitive, almost boring."
He received two glares from the pair and Harry shook his head as Ron started chasing the other teen.
"Really now, how childish can they get?" he heard Hermione say.
"A lot," Ginny told her, though the question was rhetorical.
He covered his grin subtly and continued with the large group towards Hogsmeade. At the entrance of the magical village they got separated from the rest of their house mates as each went his or her way.
"Hm…Do you guys need anything from the shops?" Harry asked his friends.
"I need to get something from the Owl Delivery Office from my Gramps," Neville told them. "It will only be a minute."
"I need a new quill and a few ink bottles," Hermione mused. "And maybe even some parchment."
"I'll stop by Zonko's," Ron said. "The twins asked me to check out the competition. And then I'll go to Honeydukes."
"I need to re-stock my chocolate frog supply," Luna mused.
"Me too," Ginny added. "You Harry?"
"Honeydukes, and a few writing supplies," the young Elf replied. "And I need a few new pairs of pants. My old ones are short."
"So we split up," Hermione decided. She looked at her watch. "How about meeting in half an hour in 'Three Broomsticks'?"
She was met with general agreement.
Harry waved Luna, Ginny and Neville goodbye and Went with Ron and Hermione to re-stock his ink bottles and parchment. Afterwards he left the pair alone and focused on his plans.
"Better 'Gladrag's' next,' Harry decided. He did not consider shopping very fun so he wanted to get this chore over with. He remembered the street where the store was and got in after a slight hesitation. It was a bit more expensive than Madame Malkin's, if memory was correct, but he did not have a problem with that.
"I just had to grow a few more inches," he muttered under his breath. He was not all that miffed about a few additional inches, but it was just a bit inconvenient at the moment.
Upon entering the shop he was recognized immediately and was taken to the back room, shortly followed by the manager, a tall, lean wizard with greying hair and a delicate moustache, dressed in silk and elegant robes.
"Mr. Potter, a pleasure to have you here today. I'm Enzo Gladrag, the current owner."
"Pleased to meet you," Harry said automatically.
"How can we help you today?" Enzo asked him.
"I need new pants for my school uniform."
"A growth spurt; I see," Enzo said almost dreamily. "To be young again…"
Harry gave a nervous smile and simply nodded.
"And this silk shirt, it's Italian, no? It brings out those gorgeous eyes! Whenever you need dress robes come here. I'd love to work on you some more. School clothes are not so suitable in bringing out your figure. We have also started a line of more casual clothes, though nothing as uncouth as Muggle jeans and such."
The teen had no idea what to add to the last bit so he settled for Enzo's earlier request. "Er…I promise," Harry replied hastily.
Shortly afterwards he was swept away to be measured and fitted. Halfway through choosing fabrics the curtain was swept back and a tall figure walked in. Harry almost fell sideways when he saw Lucius Malfoy enter the private fitting room.
"Mr. Malfoy, welcome!" Enzo greeted and shook hands with the blond man. "I am finishing up with young Mr. Potter here."
Lucius' eyes sought him out and a smirk formed on his face when he saw the teen being fussed over.
"I have no trouble in waiting for a while," he replied regally. In swift, elegant motions he took off his gloves, opened his outer cloak and handed it to one of the assistants before sitting on one of the velvety sofas as casually as possible for him.
Harry continued with the fitting, occasionally stealing glances at his current DADA professor, while said professor had a playful smirk on his face as he enjoyed the view of his flushed young pursuer being prodded and poked by Enzo.
When Harry was finally allowed down the stool and the eager tailor put some distance between them, Lucius walked up to him.
The blond leaned so his mouth was directly above Harry's ear. "Building up taste?" he teased the young Elf.
Harry avoided eye contact as he shivered when Lucius' hot breath caressed his ear.
"Wait me up front," Lucius whispered next. "I want to speak to you; somewhere private if possible."
Harry nodded.
"We'll send the clothes to Hogwarts in tomorrow morning," the girl at the reception told Harry.
He merely nodded at her. He paid the money for the clothes and left the shop, heading towards Honeydukes.
He spotted all his friends there, just entering the shop. He was out of breath when he caught up with them.
"Harry!" Luna called out. She waved a bottle of what he recognized as 'Beetle-Eye-Sugar-Rolls'.
He suppressed a grimace and offered a negative smile.
"No thank, Luna," he told her.
"Hermione and I were just about to enter. The guys are heading towards Rosmerta's to get us a table," Ron informed him.
Harry shook his head.
"No time, change of plans," he replied.
"What happened?" Hermione demanded.
He faltered at the question, drew a deep breath and then released it. "Something came up," Harry told them. "I cannot tell you right now but…"
"What are you planning?" the bushy haired girl demanded suspiciously.
Harry would have gulped had he not been in such an urgent hurry to meet up with Lucius.
"Um, it has something to do with my side studies," he offered in a hushed voice.
It seemed to be enough for his friends. He hated lying to them but he wanted to spend time with Lucius and he was certain it would not sit well with him if his friends knew about his mate. After he had secured Lucius for himself then he would think of a way to break the news to them.
"More training?" Ron sulked.
Harry shook his head. "Something else."
"Would you like us to wait for you at 'Three Broomsticks'?" Neville offered.
"No, that's alright. Anyway, I'm not sure how long it will take. You can go ahead without me guys," the Dark Elf told them.
Hermione was still suspicious of him but for the moment had given up on seeking an answer from him. "Just don't get into trouble and don't be late!"
Harry nodded more out of reflex than obedience.
"Sorry for ruining our plans. I'll make it up to you guys, I promise," the green eyed teen vowed.
"Don't worry about it mate," Ron replied.
The rest of them nodded.
After they waved him goodbye he made sure he was not followed before returning to 'Gladrag's'.
Lucius was already outside and waiting for him. Upon noticing the youth he made a vague motion to show Harry he was to follow him but not approach him directly. They walked with four feet distance between them until they were in the outskirts of the busy magical community where no prying eyes could see the two of them.
"Finally!" Harry muttered when Lucius stopped.
"Heavy bags?" the aristocrat inquired.
"No, I cast a spell for that; they're just annoying to carry around," the teen replied.
With a snap of Lucius' fingers a house elf appeared. The creature was instructed to take Harry's bags to Hogwarts but upon seeing the Royal Elf, it spluttered and offered a string of apologies mixed with compliments, which made the teen self conscious and the house elf's master impatient.
"Half the time, I wonder why I still keep house elves," Lucius said out loud.
"Don't you enjoy their services?" Harry asked.
"Free, loyal servants are always a perk but it would not hurt to have intelligence to go with it," the aristocrat complained. "Not to mention it has become a tradition and employing squibs or lower wizards as house help is not very prestigious."
Harry simply nodded, filing that piece of information away for later. For the moment he settled on drinking in the view of the blond.
Lucius saw him staring and held out a hand. "I want to take you somewhere we can talk without anyone prying," he explained. "For that we need to apparate to the location."
Harry shivered. "I hate apparition," he admitted but took the offered hand anyway.
He found the palm was smooth, as the blond had never partaken in physical labour in his life, and comfortingly warm for the young Elf.
"Where to?" Harry belatedly asked.
All he got was a smirk for an answer before his felt the familiar suffocating feeling he felt whenever he side-along Apparated.
Lucius steadied him when they reached their destination. The teen swayed dangerously but he fell on his chest.
"Thanks," Harry told the blond shakily.
The wizard chuckled. "I'd like to be there when you take your apparition examinations. I'd bet that it would be amusing to say the least."
"Who would you like to see get splinched?" Harry asked.
Lucius chuckled. "Never mind that," he told him. "How do you like this place?"
Harry blinked and looked at his surroundings. Moody would have scolded him for not paying more attention but the teen shrugged mentally, he would have to remember it in the future.
'Still,' Harry thought. 'It's nice.'
And it actually was. The older wizard had brought them to a busy street where a large crowd of wizards came and went, some stopping at the numerous shop displays others sitting and the many cafeterias along the stone paved street. It was obviously a magical community and the street was a lot like Diagon Alley, but in a much better condition. The street was wider, the building made of white or grey marble, the wizards dressed in a variety of wizard robes and Muggle clothes, but none of the odd, and out of date clothes British wizards were so fond of.
"Welcome to 'Grey Alcove', the largest wizard district in Vienna," Lucius told Harry.
Green eyes widened. "Vienna?"
"Yes, I figured Britain was not the wisest place to be seen. Here you can have some anonymity," the elder Malfoy replied. He checked the outfit Harry had donned for the day, dark jeans and a black sweater with a light grey jacket. He had tamed his hair somewhat and dressed this way and without the glasses he did not fit the image the Wizarding world had of Harry Potter.
"I appreciate it."
"Oh, I did not do this just for you," Malfoy smirked.
"Of course not," Harry said as if it were obvious. Green eyes looked around excitedly. "Where are we going?"
Lucius offered a rare smile as he offered his elbow to his partner.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "How…gallant of you."
"I think so as well."
The teen sighed a bit. "People will think I'm your date."
"For the day you are, Harry."
The Gryffindor was incredulous and a bit uncertain. Last time Lucius was more open with him but never to the point of social politeness. Even if he had appearances to keep for the crowd around them it did not mean this had to be such a couple related act.
"I'd like to get to know you better," Lucius offered. "I would like to know about Harry and not the Golden Boy of Gryffindor and Dumbledore that cares not for the rules. And I would also like for you to see that I'm not just a prestigious man that works for the Dark Lord and torments weaker people just for kicks in his free time."
Harry chuckled. "Okay."
"This way then. I know of a quiet restaurant. We can take an early lunch and then taste the wonderful coffee."
The Elf took the offered arm and followed Lucius down the crowded street ignoring the few looks they received from bystanders. Harry was going to enjoy the day and the date with the blonde; chances were this was a once in a lifetime opportunity and the dark haired teen was going to take full advantage of it.
Three Broomsticks:
Hermione was sullen as the large group received their Butterbeers from the only two boys in the groups, Ron and Neville.
"I shouldn't have let him leave us behind," Hermione bemoaned.
"This is the tenth time you've said it," Ron groaned.
"Ron! Can't you see I'm worried about him? I know you might think I'm overbearing but this year Harry has been way over his head! First the incident at his Aunt's home where Voldemort himself was there, then we find out about his new… status," she stumbled, not knowing what euphemism to use for her best friend being an Elf, "and all those training sessions. He is in need of support but he's not telling us a single thing. If he doesn't say I'll have to find out…"
"Wow, Mione, slow down," Ron told his girlfriend.
"We are all worried about Harry," Neville told her.
The two younger girls of the group nodded.
"But…" Hermione opened her mouth.
"Look, we'll tell an adult when we get to the castle," Ron offered. "Until then we do nothing. He'll probably be back soon for lunch."
The female Gryffindor prefect nodded with reluctance.
"Plus, you know Harry," Neville added. "He won't do anything crazy unless one of us is there. It's not fun risking a Gryffindor's life unless there are more to make a bigger mess."
There was a collective snort from the groups and Hermione smiled fondly.
"You just made that up," Ginny accused her boyfriend.
"Well, it works with us, doesn't it?" Neville asked while he smiled sheepishly at them.
His friends laughed.
Grey Alcove, Vienna:
Harry enjoyed the small private restaurant at the end of the shopping district. It was decorated in blues and baize colours with antique furniture and soft piano music. They had been shown to a quiet corner, out of sight from the rest of the patrons for more privacy. Lucius had commented on the restaurant's wine collection and cuisine and Harry listened at the subtle compliment.
It looked like Lucius was a man who enjoyed well cooked meals as long as they were not too salty or spicy and had a passion for wine tasting, be it Muggle or wizard wine.
"Perfection must be acknowledged," the blonde replied at Harry's incredulous look.
The teen hid a smile at that.
Then, when the maitre d' came, Lucius place the order for both of them.
"Will you have wine?" the adult asked Harry.
"Shouldn't you be deterring me from drinking?"
"Hm, a 1787 Chateau d'Yquem¹," Lucius decided and handed back his unopened menu.
The maitre d' looked immensely pleased as he nodded and left with their order.
Lucius turned to Harry when they were once again alone. "You want into my bed, I think that drinking is the least morally questionable act you should be concerned about."
"True," the teen grinned.
"But if it makes you feel any better I'll make sure you don't get drunk," Lucius offered.
"I'd like that."
"Good, now I'd like to know about you."
"Hm, it's dangerous to start rambling about myself, especially to a Slytherin, even a former one," Harry replied with wide innocent eyes.
Lucius bared his teeth in a shark like grin. "How clever of you Mr. Potter."
"How about a game?"
"Game?" Lucius sneered.
"Now, don't be so against it until I finish my proposal," Harry told him. "The game consists of a few simple rules. You ask one question, I ask one back. You have the right to decline answering three times."
"I find myself liking how that Gryffindor mind of your works," Lucius told him.
Harry offered a smile. "You can ask the first question, Lucius."
"Hm… There's something bothering me since summer," the blonde admitted.
"My relatives," Harry said knowingly.
"Yes."
"The Dursley's are the kind of Muggle's Voldemort faced all his life; they hate what doesn't fit in their perfect normal world. Words like magic, questioning about my parents and scar were forbidden when I grew up were not allowed in the house. I seldom got enough to eat and up until I turned eleven I lived in a cupboard."
Lucius was openly frowning at Harry. "And the old coot left you with those freaks?"
A dry laugh escaped Harry before he shook his head. "One question at a time," he reminded.
Lucius sighted. That one he asked had already given him a dozen to ask, but nothing his imagination could not provide.
"You can ask anything," Lucius told the teen.
Harry grinned. "Why did you join Tom?"
"Tom?"
The teen waived his hand at the blonde. "You know him as Voldy."
A chuckle escaped Lucius. He was beginning to think that the blatant Gryffindor rudeness could be very entertaining.
"Power. I was barely seventeen, at the time my father was still alive and Head of family. I needed a way out, but Dumbledore offered nothing to Dark wizards like myself, so Father had his way and got me to join. At the time we were not expected to actually do anything more drastic than collect information. It was a decade later the killing started."
Harry nodded.
"My turn. Why do you like me?"
Harry blinked.
"I know I'm your soul match and everything, but what would you say you like about me?" Lucius inquired. "Because, let's face it, if not for the pull of our souls you would not consider me otherwise."
The teen huffed. "You just like to hear people praise you."
Lucius smiled. "Humour me."
"Mm, I like the sound of your voice, the way your magic feels, how you are driven to complete any task you take on, your knowledge of different things, how you smile at me and the way you taste," Harry counted on his fingers. "My Elf likes your smell as well, sweet and alluring."
The wizard looked intrigued but he could not help but tease the teen a bit. "How about my body?" Lucius asked.
"Ah-uh," Harry shook a finger. "What do you like most about me?"
"Fine, I like your eyes the most," Lucius replied. "And your nerve, though it does often border to pompousness. And I like how your magic feels, too, so powerful and pure."
The maitre d' came with two waiters and their orders.
The two shared a look and waited to be left alone again.
The dishes were served and Lucius waived them away when they left the wine.
"I'll take care of it," he told them. The maitre d' nodded and bowed.
Harry glanced at the food. It smelled wonderful. He took the first bite and moaned.
"Do you like it?" Lucius asked.
Harry nodded and swallowed. "It's delicious," he replied.
"Wine?" the blonde asked.
Harry pondered over it and nodded. "Please."
The wizard served him and then himself.
"Eat first," he warned Harry. "This wine is quite strong."
Harry nodded and watched Lucius taste his food.
"I missed this," the older wizard admitted. "At the Manor the house elves are good cooks but not that good."
The teen smiled and took another bite. "I'm glad you picked where to go."
"I'm glad you like it."
"Do you come here often?" Harry asked.
"I used to come every week, but nowadays its once a month," Lucius replied. "My turn now."
Harry blinked, but then realized the 'game' was still on and he nodded.
"Are you always so aggressive in your relationships or just with me?"
Harry choked.
Lucius raised an eyebrow.
Harry swallowed carefully, his face red. He stared down at his plate.
"Never."
"Elaborate," the blonde told him.
If possible Harry turned a darker shade of red. "Um, I've only dated once, a girl, total disaster."
Lucius blinked, and then smiled as he remembered a letter his son had written him the previous year. His mind was overwhelmed with the possibilities and all the opportunities. "So, you are still a virgin," the wizard mused.
Harry gave him a half hearted glare. "Yeah, well…"
"Nothing to be embarrassed about, Harry. If it makes you feel better I was too at your age. A boarding school doesn't offer many opportunities."
Harry nodded, feeling slightly better. He took a small sip of the wine, feeling it burn his throat.
"It's strong, isn't it?" Lucius offered. "Your turn."
"Why did you want to talk to me today?"
It was Lucius' turn to be embarrassed. "I'm not sure how to say this."
The Gryffindor noticed his discomfort. "I told you," he said sullenly.
The older man stood and walked around the small table.
Harry dropped his knife and fork as Lucius loomed over him, his face only a breath away
"I see you in my sleep every single night," he admitted in a whisper. "I see us together in my bed, having you in my mercy under me, panting my name."
Harry blushed in a way that would make any Weasley proud.
Lucius gave in and crushed his lips to the teen's. Harry moaned and brought his hands up to run his fingers through white blonde locks.
They pulled back to breathe and Harry rested his forehead against Lucius'.
"That was nice," the Elf whispered.
Lucius smirked and kissed him again.
Great Hall, Gryffindor table:
"Harry's not here," Hermione hissed in Ron's ear as the red haired teen was about to get the first bite of his pumpkin pie.
The younger Weasley son groaned. He had been preparing to not enjoy his food from the moment they left the 'Three Broomsticks' but he had been secretly hoping that his best friend had taken time to consider what it meant to have a frantic Hermione left behind.
"Mione…"
"Don't think I'll let this slip. I'm telling McGonagall," the girl announced as she stood.
Ron choked on air and hurried to grab her hand and pull her back down on the bench.
"Hermione! Don't you think you are overreacting?" Ron told her. "We are his friends, not his parents! So have some faith!"
She huffed but seemed to consider his words.
"Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley," McGonagall called from behind them in a stern voice. "What is the reason for this entire ruckus?"
The pair jumped.
"Nothing, professor," Ron said hurriedly.
"Actually," Hermione spoke up, "Harry is not at the table…"
"Ah, yes, the Headmaster has been informed, has this anything to do with him?"
"No professor and it won't happen again," Ron said firmly.
Their head of house nodded and went on her way.
"Happy?" Ron glared his girlfriend.
"Fine, you were right," she said sullenly. Then, "Don't say a word of this to Harry."
The red head rolled his eyes but nodded. "Now I can finally eat," Ron muttered.
Next Day...
Snape's Lab:
Harry returned from Vienna much later than he had planned that evening. He end Lucius finished with their dinner and coffee but ended up taking a stroll through Muggle Vienna and even watched and opera play together, followed by dinner.
In all honesty the teen had completely forgotten about his friends until he and Lucius used the Floo to return to Hogwarts.
And then it was too late so he had just returned to his room.
The next day, Dobby popped up in his room delivering a message from Dumbledore that he was to meet him at Snape's labs for the heritage potion.
So here he was, joining the small crowd gathered in the mouldy dungeon lab Severus Snape used for his private experiments. Dumbledore, McGonagall, the potions professor, Lucius, Remus, Madame Pomfrey and a disguised Ailill were there, talking in hushed tones.
Ailill had pulled him aside from the others.
"How are your studies going?" he asked Harry.
"Very well. I'm almost done with the books and I've been feeling my environment at random times. It comes easier now."
The Wood Elf nodded in satisfaction.
"Your match is also quite interesting," Ailill added.
Harry flushed.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about," his teacher told him. "I take it you are courting?"
"We went on a date yesterday," Harry offered. "A whole day in Vienna. It was nice."
Ailill smiled. "Get to know him. That's the best way to do things. The rest will come. The Headmaster informed me of your somewhat rocky past. My advice to you is to not stay with attraction or lust, make it deeper."
"I think I understand," the teen replied.
"Good."
"The potion is ready," Snape called out from his position over the cauldron. "Mr. Potter, I will need the blood."
Madame Pomfrey was ready and she extracted the blood from Harry, handing the vial to Snape.
The Potion Master took it carefully and poured three drops in the muddy green potion. As soon as the blood was added, the surface started to give off emerald smoke.
Harry grew nervous when Snape poured some of the potion onto a papyrus he had readied on another working stool.
"Potter, your turn," Snape said. "Cast the spell."
The Dark Elf took a deep breath and approached him.
"Revelatio Familia Harry Potter!" he cast.
Everyone held their breaths when golden spots formed on the papyrus and then letters spread out like a tree.
End of Chapter
A/N:
I want to thank you yet again for your reviews, they made me really happy.The 1787 Chateau d'Yquem is a wine that according to Forbes costs 56,588, I thought it was fitting for Lucius Malfoy to drink such an expensive wine, even though its Muggle made.
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