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Chapter 1
Harry followed Lucius Malfoy to the Slytherin dormitory, and enjoyed his easy integration into what he should have been all along. Coming back to fix the future with Hermione was the easiest thing he's ever done. Finding out about his mother's blood, finding out he was a pureblood, taking up her titles and disowning himself from any Potter titles, it was all amazing. He was just Harry here. Well, not exactly, but close enough.
"So, Hadrian, Lord of Conte and Chandler, I would like to be the first to welcome you to Slytherin house. Would it be rude of me to express the curiosity of the house in concern to your years previous to Hogwarts?" Malfoy was more open, less jaded, in this time frame.
"Not at all, Scion Malfoy. I was raised in the muggle world after an attack wiped out the rest of my family. It was believed I would be safer there. My godmother was a half-blood, so she raised her daughter and I together. Mere months after I claimed my Lordships at thirteen, she passed away. I adopted her daughter, my best friend, into the Conte family, and moved to Conte manor. We have been tutored in every subject, and had access to the great libraries my ancestors built. This year, I came here to find a suitable groom for my sister, who as a fullblood will not be as accepted into our society without a proper husband."
Most of it was true, too. His whole family had been killed, he had been raised in the muggle world, and he had adopted Hermione into the Conte line. Hermione's heritage had been a surprise too. Her father was a squib who had been abandoned by a lesser known French bloodline into an English orphanage, a son of the House of Dubois, and her mother had been a hiding half-blood, from the Greek Moreau line. He had just added in a few things, and left out stuff like being from the future.
"A very interesting past, Lord Conte-Chandler."
"Please!" Harry protested. "Scion Malfoy, you must call me Hadrian."
"Of course," Lucius agrees, "if you will return the honor. My name is Lucius."
"Of course." Harry smiled agreeably.
"Anyways, Hadrian, I was wondering on your view of muggles and muggleborns." Lucius had a gleam in his eye.
"Well, they have some remarkable advancements, but we could keep up if we were willing to. Did you know Muggles put a man on the moon, for example? Muggleborns are a tricky subject. On one hand, they bring needed fresh blood, which has been proven to refresh magic and increase fertility, but on the other, they trample over our heritage. They don't understand things like house elves, and betrothals, nor family hierarchies and family magic. And yet, they could, and they could start a new house, be the foundation for more bloodlines, if we don't chase them out of our society. We need to help them learn our customs, before we get offended when they don't understand enough to not offend us. Do you see my conflict?"
"I do." Lucius sighed. "I'm just not sure if it's worth it in the long run."
"When you see a muggle fly a machine thirty thousand feet in the air, carrying hundreds of people, you will understand that we are behind in many ways, Lucius, and yet our magic would let us compete with them easily if we tried." Harry tried to explain.
Lucius nodded. "Perhaps, if my father brought up at the board of governors a required etiquette class."
"Or simpler, two mandatory classes first through fourth year. Muggle studies, an up-to-date version, and wizarding customs. It would benefit both." Lucius was nodding, and he looked around to see many of the Slytherins had stopped watching their debate.
"My thoughts are numerous and conflicted, Hadrian, about this subject."
"Indeed, Lucius, but if you will excuse me, I will retire for the night, as travel is wont to tire me."
Harry made his way up and showered briefly, before changing. Lucius came up to their shared dorm as Harry was getting into bed. He was grateful Slytherins only had two to a dorm room, as appealed to the pampered purebloods usually sorted there.
"Goodnight, Hadrian."
"Goodnight, Lucius." Harry mumbled before the world went black.