A/N: Hello, all. Once again, thank you all for the reviews. I don't know if I've mentioned this, but if anything is unclear, please feel free to ask questions via reviews, and I will answer them in my A/N's.
OMFG I FUCKED UP BIG TIME! When I was saving edited versions of the chapters to post here, I accidentally deleted the scene where Harry and Draco get to Malfoy Manor! I AM SO SORRY! I edited the chapter here, but here is the scene:
"Harry!" they all cried in surprise.
"I do believe I just asked you to call me Lord Emrys, or is your brain capacity so low that you can't remember something so simple?" he sneered.
When Hermione heard the name Emrys, she got a calculating glint in her eye. She recognized that name from somewhere, she just couldn't place it.
"What are you doing here, with the ferret of all people?" asked Ron.
Bristling at the insult to his Draco, Harry replied, "Why I am where I am and who I am with does not concern people who pretend to be my friends and steal from me behind my back, Weasel."
"What are you talking about, Harry?" Hermione inquired.
"I went to Gringott's today to claim my inheritance. Guess what a shock it was when I found out that Dumblefuck and you guys were stealing from me. At least I still have Gred and Forge on my side."
Harry turned to Ginny. "Thank you for the evidence, Whore. I will be charging you with attempted line theft." At this, Ginny paled. She knew that the punishment for attempted line theft was anywhere from life in Azkaban to the Kiss, because magical children were so rare.
When he was sure he had everyone's attention, he grabbed Draco, and brought him in for a mind-blowing (and other things, too) kiss. Hermione, Ron and Ginny were gob smacked. "Let us leave this imbeciles, Draco. I can feel my intelligence lowering in their presence."
"Of course, Harry. Don't want you to lose certain skills," Draco replied with a wink.
They said bye to Fred and George, and, as they walked out, they heard the twins shout "By the way-"
"The shop opens-"
"August fifth!"
They spent the rest of the afternoon walking along Diagon Alley. As they neared the leaky Cauldron again, Harry sighed. "I suppose I must go. It will be so lonely at the manor all alone."
Draco assessed Harry with a calculating look. Slowly, he began, "I guess, if you wanted, you might be able to stay at Malfoy Manor, if you don't mind the DL knowing about you."
Harry's face brightened at Draco's offer. "If I'm not imposing, I would love that, Draco!"
"Come on then, it's getting late."
They both went inside the Leaky Cauldron and made for the fireplace. Draco threw his Floo powder in and called out "Malfoy Manor!"
Harry did the same, and felt rather than saw all the grates he passed by. When he exited the fireplace, he did so gracefully, rather than falling on his face. He was happy about finally being able to Floo properly, when he finally noticed the other occupant of the room. Before he knew it-
"Avada Kedavra!"
And then, a green light, the exact color of Harry's eyes, was speeding towards him. It hit him-
Again, I have also edited the chapter… I AM SO SORRY FOR THE MISTAKE! THANK YOU ALL FOR LETTING ME KNOW!
This chapter begins the day after Harry's birthday, so we are now in the second day.
Also, I noticed that the summary does not include all of the warnings for this fic, so I will post them in the beginning of chapter 1. PLEASE read them, so you know what you will be getting into, as this story WILL HAVE GRAPHIC SCENES! Also, if there is a graphic scene in a chapter, I will let you know in the warnings at the beginning of the chapter. Scenes that are graphic will be marked:
****graphic scene**** for the beginning
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WARNINGS: see Ch. 1. In this chapter there will be minor smut, nothing graphic, just some grinding. Not yet ready to write the full-blown sex scenes. Just minor stuff in this chapter, maybe a paragraph or two IT'S JUST A LIME!
'thoughts'
"dialogue"
~parseltongue~
{mind-speak to familiars}
[mind-speak between bonded (i.e. spouses, spouses-to-be)]
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 8
Waking in Arms, Grinding Boyfriends and New Lords
When Harry walked back into Draco's chambers, he saw something he would never have believed before then: Tom Riddle was sitting curled up on Severus Snape's lap, sobbing and apologizing frantically into Severus's chest. And, Severus was smiling softly at the young man in his arms, comforting him.
"It wasn't your fault, Tom. It was the potion."
"I did it, Sev. I killed so many like that. I did it!" Tom sobbed.
Severus immediately took up the attitude of a dom comforting a sub. "Stop crying, pet. We forgive you. Now, kiss me, dammit!"
And, he did.
After Harry witnessed this show of affection, he quietly snuck back into Draco's room. He walked silently up to Draco's bed and peered down at his love. The way the pale afternoon light was shining through the windows and onto Draco made him seem like an angel. 'Hmmm, Mortem did say a day to balance the night. Makes sense, when you look at Draco like this…' he trailed off in his thoughts. Silently, he crawled into the bed and slipped under the covers. Scooting up behind Draco, Harry wrapped the blond in a cocoon of himself and awaited his return to the land of consciousness.
August 1, 1996
The next morning, Draco awoke feeling warm and content. However, this was not the usual warm of sleeping in his bed. No, this warm was much…warmer. It was then that he noticed the hard chest pressed again his back, and the man, if the erection pressing his buttocks was any indication, spooning him. He gradually turned around to see who it was that was holding him so close. He quietly gasped when he saw Harry. "So it wasn't just a dream, then," he muttered quietly to himself. Harry smirked and replied, "No, it wasn't. How are you feeling, Draco?"
"Fine, what happened?" he asked as he burrowed into the chest behind him.
Harry smirked as he felt Draco try to bury himself in his chest. "We were in Diagon Alley. You said I could stay here, I accepted, we Floo'd here, Voldemort saw me, cast an AK at me, I died"
"You died?!"
"Yes." Harry thought for a second, and decided to tell Draco about Mortem. When he finished Draco looked slightly amazed, but seemed to understand what happened none the less.
"So, I died, he began to torture you, I came back, and I stopped him and tortured him for a second," thinking about this caused Harry's erection to get even harder. Draco, noticing this as his boyfriend-'I think?'-thought about torture, connected the dots, and muttered, "Well, I guess it's a good thing that I'm a masochist," into Harry's chest.
Harry chuckled when he heard what Draco said. He replied with, "Yes it is, pet."
Draco was happy to hear the term of endearment from Harry. He didn't want to admit it, but he had loved Harry from the moment they had met in Madame Malkin's, which was why Harry's rejection had hurt the most, though he hadn't known it until third year.
"After I had tortured him, Severus and your parents came in and took care of you while I assessed Voldemort's health. Did you know that he was under the influence of an Imperius potion and he was being controlled by Dumbledore since he was in Hogwarts?" Draco gasped in shock when he heard about what the headmaster had done. "So, after I found out what was wrong with him, I left him alone to see how you were, and when Severus said you could be moved, I carried you," Draco blushed at this, "here to your rooms, then I told your parents and Severus some about what happened yesterday in Diagon Alley. Then I repaired Tom's soul-did you know Dumbeldick forced him to make horcruxes?-and then he woke up and ran to Severus, and apologized profusely. Did you know they were in a relationship before all this shit with Dumbledore? And Severus is clearly the dom. Who would've thought…?" Harry trailed off, getting lost in his musings.
A light nip on his nipple by Draco brought him back to reality. Draco smirked when he heard Harry gasp.
"You really shouldn't play these games unless you're sure, my little minx."
"I'm sure."
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"That…was…amazing," Draco panted as he came down from his post-orgasmic bliss.
Harry could only nod in reply. He had done things with others, sure, but doing it with Draco, even through clothes, was so many times better than with anyone else.
Harry just held Draco close for many minutes until Draco told him he was starting to get hungry.
"What should we do, Drakey?"
"I resent that nickname. We should go to breakfast, if they're still eating."
Harry cast a Tempus Charm and saw that it was nearing ten o'clock in the morning.
"They'll still be there. Let me just get dressed…" With that, Draco slid off the bed and stripped. Harry openly stared at the pale beauty before him. 'MY pale beauty!' he thought. Harry then got out of bed as well and pulled out the bags of clothes he got yesterday at Madame Malkin's. He un-shrunk them and picked out an outfit that highlighted his muscles and demanded respect. It was a form-fitting, sleeve-less green button-up shirt, black, skin-tight leather trousers, knee-high dragon skin boots and a sleeve-less, black robe that hugged his chest firmly and got loose at his hips, allowing it to flutter along behind him. He draped his hair across his back, making sure it framed his faced perfectly. When he turned to look at Draco, he noticed his boyfriend's hard on. He had one too.
Draco had chosen to wear a crimson red shirt that accentuated his lean frame with tight black slacks that showed off the curve of his ass, much to Harry's pleasure. He look downright fuckable. Draco led them from the room, taking Harry through a maze of corridors until they approached the biggest set of doors Harry had seen in the Manor yet. Draco flicked his wrist and the doors opened noiselessly. Everyone at the table looked up when they noticed the doors. Lucius was at the head of the table, Narcissa just to his left. Severus sat to his right with Tom in his lap. Harry politely greeted everyone in the room and sat down near Narcissa. When Draco made to sit next to him, he pulled the blond into his lap, taking the lack of refusal as tacit permission.
When they had sat down, food appeared on the table and everyone began to eat. After a few minutes of silence, Tom spoke up. "My Lord?" he asked hesitantly.
"Just Harry when we are in private, please," he replied, smiling slightly.
Tom smiled back hesitantly. "Thank you for saving me yesterday. I know that I have certainly never given you cause to like me. I am very sorry for what happened and what I have done. James and Lily were dear friends of mine. I would never have killed them except under the influence of that damned potion."
"It's alright, Tom. The only ones who I don't like are Dumbledore and the people stupid enough to listen to his mindless bullshit."
Everyone chuckled at that, and chatter broke out around the table.
"My L- Harry, I think it would be wise of you to call the Inner Circle and notify them of the change in leadership," Severus said as they sat down in the sitting room after breakfast.
Harry nodded his head absently. He had known he would have to do it, though he did not want to so soon 'Oh, well, there's no time like the present,' he thought. Harry walked over to Severus and asked him to hold out his left arm. He lifted up the sleeve past the mark and grabbed it. ~Come to me, my Inner Circle,~ he hissed.
Severus was looking at Harry dumbfounded. Normally the mark hurt when being used, but not this time. He noticed that Lucius was looking shocked as well and decided to ask Harry why this was. Harry said that Dumbledore had wanted Voldemort to rule though fear, even with his own followers, and one of the most persuasive fears was fear of pain. Tom snuggled closer into Severus and whimpered. Severus calmed his lover by saying, "It's alright, pet. It wasn't you. It was Dumbledore."
Distantly, the telltale CRACK!'s of Apparition could be heard. Lucius got up and went to the foyer to bring everyone in. When Lucius returned, he had the Lestranges, the Carrows, Barty Crouch Jr., Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, Parkinson, and, much to Harry's surprise, Andromeda Tonks. They all walked in looking bewildered, clearly wondering where their lord was.
"I am right here," Tom said from his perch on Severus's lap. They all looked to him and noticed that this was indeed the man who had been their friend before he became their lord. "Harry fixed me," he said quietly, answering the unasked question. They all looked to Harry, because, by process of elimination, he was the only one who could be himself.
Before they could draw their wands, h raised his hands and said, "A moment to explain, if you please." He then told him about his visit to Gringott's, leaving out about him being the Parkinson Heir and Lord Peverell. Once he finished, they all bowed and said, "My Lord."
"There is no need for that in private. Only at the mass meeting and in public. In private, I prefer Harry." All of them nodded their acquiescence.
"I have called you here to tell you of the change in hierarchy, and to change your marks. The reason it is so easy for the Ministry to catch the Death Eaters is because of the marks. I will change them, and their position, so that each person has theirs in a different place." He held out his hand expectantly. Bellatrix walked up immediately and held out her arm, mark exposed. He touched it and hissed, ~Change.~ The ink began to move up their arms, like blood through their veins, and from there around their bodies, stopping in different places on each person.
And change it did. It was now a snake strangling a lion with a black phoenix perched on its head.
At Harry's nod, they sat down and began to chat about insignificant things. Harry looked at Cassius. "Lord Parkinson, a moment of your time?"
Cassius got up at walked towards the door. Harry got up and looked at Draco, silently asking for his company. He was about to talk to the last living family he had. He wanted the support, just in case something happened. He didn't know how his uncle would react. He might be totally alienated by him just for who he was. He didn't want to have another Vernon on his hands. He couldn't handle the emotions that would come surging to the surface. He grimaced as he remembered Vernon and his punishments. How they got steadily worse until he was beat…
He noticed Draco softly calling his names. He looked up at Draco, and smiled, though his eyes told the blond everything he had been thinking, though he may not have known the specifics. However, he did know that his family may not have been what he had originally thought them to be.
Together they walked to Cassius, and led him out of the room to the library.
"So, Uncle…"
A/N: Ooooo, a hint at Harry's life for Draco… Hopefully Cassius won't be a Vernon the Second. IDK. I'm just the author after all.
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Me: *opens Inner Eye* Oh! I see writing. It talks of Harry meeting his uncle, Draco learning about Harry's past and a talk with Mortem…
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