Ferinus Consanguinitas

A/N Happy Birthday Harry!!!!
Now Beta'd by Night The Storyteller

"Harry, do you think we could have ever been friends?" They were in the forest again, sitting on soft moss in a clearing by a small stream. A doe was grazing nearby on the green shoots of grass, and sunlight was streaming down on them, keeping their skin delightfully warm. Harry was leaning back against a tree, the rough bark digging into his naked back, but the smooth pale body in front of him made up for the discomfort. The feeling of hands pulling Harry's arms tighter around the equally naked body sitting between Harry's outstretched legs, the pale back in front of him flushed with his chest.

"What do you mean Draco, we are friends." The vibrations from the blonde's sad laugh sent pleasant feelings all through the dark haired boy's body. He bent his head down to Draco's shoulder to taste the skin there, it was salty and sweet, spicy and savory, he couldn't get enough. Draco moaned and turned his head to the side, his long hair falling over his other shoulder, offering his neck to Harry.

"This....this isn't real....we can't be real Harry." Draco panted through his words as Harry assaulted his pulse point and moved to his collarbone, his hands were moving all over Draco's chest rubbing his nipples until they were hard beads between his fingertips. Draco's hands moved to Harry's thighs, kneading the muscles with his fingers, and pressing himself back to rub Harry's hard cock.

The forest was growing dark now, and thorny vines began twisting their way around the plants and trees surrounding them. Harry wrapped his hand around Draco's hardness and with the other hand he reached up to turn the blonde's face to him. Draco's entire body tensed as Harry's hand started stroking him. He touched Draco's cheek, felt a trail of wetness there and then he tried to turn the face toward his own. Draco resisted and turned his face forward, pushed his body up and spread his legs over Harry's, the blonde's knees on either side of Harry's thighs, touching the dead moss below them. Draco reached back and took hold of Harry's cock and with a swift motion impaled his pale body with it. Harry threw his head back with a deep moan, and grabbed Draco's hips with both hands. He couldn't believe how tight Draco was, how good he felt. Harry closed his eyes, rested his head between Draco's shoulder blades and took a deep breath, the air tasted like copper. Draco began to move on top of him, Harry kept his eyes closed, kissing Draco's spine and trying hard not to come so soon. He moved one hand from Draco's hips and wrapped it back around the blonde's hardness, matching the pace of the body moving swiftly on top of his.

Neither noticed as the plants around them were choked out by the vines, and the doe that had been grazing nearby now laid dead on the ground, wrapped in the coils of a giant snake. Their skin was covered in sweat, Harry's hips rising to meet Draco's as he rode him hard. They were both so close and with a final thrust Harry came in Draco's tight passage, biting Draco’s shoulder as Draco had done to him before. The pale body kept up his pace, riding out his lover's orgasm before finally coming hard all over Harry's hand, his inner muscles squeezing almost painfully around the dark haired boy's cock. Harry again rested his head on Draco's back, he darted his tongue out to taste the pale skin again, but all he tasted was copper. He opened his eyes and leaned back from the pale body, where moments before there was pure unmarked skin, now were torn flesh and half healed gashes. Harry pulled out of Draco quickly and turned the blonde around to face him. Draco's angular face was bruised and swollen, fear and anger was written across his features where Harry was sure unadulterated bliss had shown only moments ago. Draco's gray eyes bore into green and his voice was hollow.

"We can't be real if I'm dead Potter."

Harry woke up quickly and stumbled to the bathroom, retching into the toilet while tears were pouring down his face. He hesitantly stood and walked over to the sink to wash his face and rinse out his mouth. Leaning over the sink Harry closed his eyes and tried to recall probably the best and worst dream he had ever had.

'Okay, so do I actually like Draco, or is this some kind of guilt complex?' Harry turned on the faucets to the bath, deciding to soak away the mess he had left in his boxers as he thought about the dream. He pealed of the sticky boxers, balled them up and threw them in the clothes bin before stepping into the hot bath. He laid his head back against the cool marble and began to analyze his dream. Being with Draco, and in him felt right, then fleeting images of himself on his hands and knees while Draco pounded into him flew across his mind.

'Wait that didn't happen in the dream.....perhaps this isn't the first dream like this I have had.' After a few more minutes of deliberation Harry still hadn't decided whether it was guilt or true feelings for the blonde that had led to the dreams. He washed his hair and body, preparing to get out of the bath, but the imagery that he had been recalling began to make him quite hard. Harry reached under the hot water and tried to bring up an image of Ginny as he wrapped his hand around himself. She was on her knees, tongue darting between her sinfully red lips before she wrapped her mouth around his cock. She began bobbing her head, sucking hard on the head of his cock before pulling his hardness back fully into her mouth. He tried to force himself to moan at the vision, but the imagery which used to be his favorite for wanking just wasn't enough this time. Harry reached down with his other hand to fondle his balls, then moved down to the skin behind them. Biting his lip he looked around the bathroom almost afraid to see Ginny hiding in the corner, before he pushed a finger against his hole. It stung a bit as he tried to work the finger into himself, but the warm water was helping and soon he had it in all the way to the last knuckle. Squirming a bit at the strange sensation he was causing himself, he pulled the finger back out and tried to push a second in beside the first, the sting was more intense but he bit his lip harder and pushed it all the way in, inadvertently brushing against something inside him. Harry moaned and curled his fingers to hit that spot again, then began thrusting himself against his fingers. He tried again to imagine it was Ginny doing this to him, but instead his mind supplied him the image of Draco's long fingers pressing into him and his mouth around his cock, sucking him. Harry came harder than he ever had, his spunk floating to the top of the water and Draco's name was on his lips.

Harry washed off again and let the water out of the tub before wrapping a towel around himself. He walked back into his bedroom, and collapsed onto his bed, still reeling from that amazing orgasm and the images he came to. Harry decided he would have to see Draco again before he made up his mind about what he would do.

'But what if I never see him again.... what if the Order doesn't save him..... what if he is already dead?' That thought sent Harry jumping off his bed, he opened his trunk, still unpacked from yesterday and threw on the first set of clothes he found before grabbing his wand and ripping open his bedroom door. The light from the small common room hit his eyes and made Harry hiss in pain, he quickly retreated back to his darkened bedroom and cast the spell to protect his eyes. He allowed his eyes to adjust to the spell, his back pressed against the door, before rushing out of room. He didn't meet anyone as he ran through the manor towards the room he had been in yesterday. Finally, the names of all the pureblood families in the wizarding world surrounded him, but he only cared about one name right now. He rushed over to the far wall, and almost collapsed with relief when he saw that Draco's date of death is still blank. He stood there for a few minutes, staring at the face that had been haunting his dream and as of this morning, fantasy.

"Wow Potter, you look like crap" Harry turned around quickly to see Blaise standing in the arched doorway that he himself had just come through. He tried to will himself to get mad at the Slytherin’s comment, but he decided it wasn't worth it.

"Yeah I know.... bad dreams." Blaise was still now leaning on the doorframe, examining his perfectly manicured nails, looking quite bored but a bit confused as well; perhaps he was expecting Harry to be mad at him for pointing out the obvious. Harry sighed and walked towards him, Blaise stood up straight before Harry got too close and turned away from the room.

"Zabini" Blaise stopped and looked over his shoulder at Harry.

"I'm sorry about your mum.... I didn't mean to be so rude yesterday, I just didn't know..... and I know that is no excuse, but....well I'm just sorry." Blaise had turned around fully during the rambling apology, but his face remained impassive. Harry sighed again, feeling a bit down that his apology was not going well. Blaise turned back around and started walking, Harry slowly moving behind him to go back to his rooms.

"This way Potter, we are all having breakfast in the dining hall, if it is up to me I would just eat in my room, but I think the Weasel's mom is worried about my lack of company." Harry smiled a bit, knowing that in his own Slytherin way Blaise had accepted his apology. They walked together in silence until they reached the dining hall. Harry had yet to be in this room yet, as they had eaten dinner during the Order meeting last night. The room was huge and looked more like ball room than a dining hall, the table in the middle of the room was just as long as the house tables in the great hall of Hogwarts, but much more expensive looking. This was the first room Harry had seen in the manor that was done in the traditional Slytherin colors, dark green and sliver were apparent all around him and made for a beautiful effect. No less that five crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, splashing rainbows of light all around the room. Harry suddenly found himself on his butt on the floor, arms behind himself so he wouldn't fall the rest of the way and a lap full of Ginny clinging to his waist.

"Sorry Harry, I didn't mean to knock you over." She had the decency to look embarrassed but didn't move from where she was almost, straddling him in front of the Malfoys, Grangers, Zabini, and half of the Order.

"I have missed you so much, I wanted to come visit when Ron and Hermione did, but mum wouldn't let me." She got off of him slowly and Harry’s face glowed red as he tried to get up. Blaise was sneering down at them and rolled his eyes before walking away to take an open seat beside Mrs. Malfoy. Harry walked over to the table, and much to Ginny's disappointment sat between Ron and Bill. There was no talking at the table, and the only sounds came from the clinking of silverware on expensive china. Harry looked over to Hermione and smiled, she was sitting in between her parents and she smiled back and mouthed "talk later" before going back to her food. In all there were thirteen people sitting at the table, six on each side and Lucius at the head. To Mr. Malfoy's right was his wife then Zabini, Fleur, Bill, Harry and Ron at the end. Across from Ron was Mr. Granger then Hermione, Mrs. Granger, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, Remus and Moody who sat to Mr. Malfoy's left. Harry finally broke the silence and asked where everyone else was. It was Remus who answered him

"Well Professor McGonagall went back to Hogwarts early this morning to pick up some personal items, since she will be staying here for the next few days. There were quite a number of attacks last night by death eaters, and Bill, Moody and I just got back in. Tonks, Arthur and most of the rest of the Order are just finishing up paperwork for the processing of new prisoners."

"Who was caught?"

"No one in the hierarchy, probably just some new recruits without much experience." Moody was shoveling food into his mouth, but had the decency to stop when he talked, unlike Ron.

"The twins are still at the shop, but Charlie will be coming in tonight, the last batch of eggs finally hatched so he is going to take some time off to help out with the Order." Half masticated toast was flying out in little bits as he spoke and he could tell Mrs. Weasley was just about to yell at him for his manners when Harry interrupted her.

"What’s about Lyra?" Narcissa looked up from the table for the first time and actually looked like she was listening to the conversation. And Moody's eyes, which had been staring directly at Lucius turned towards Harry.

"She left last night, we aren't sure where she went." Remus looked at Lucius with narrowed eyes as he said.

"But doesn't Professor McGonagall know?" Maybe she hadn't told them about talking to Lyra last night before she went back to Hogwarts.

"Why would she know Harry?" Remus asked turning back to face him, everyone's eyes were on him now, except for Narcissa who had gone back to stare at the table.

"Cause Lyra was talking to her right before she left." Everyone looked confused, except for Lucius who was looking a tad angry.

"What did she say Harry?" He was about to speak when Lucius interrupted him.

"You know Mr. Potter, it is not polite to eavesdrop on others’ conversations." Harry glared at him.

"Well maybe you should learn to close the door properly, I heard Professor McGonagall yelling at Lyra from down the hall." His voice was very loud and he felt bad when he saw Narcissa flinched.

"Yelling? What was she yelling about Harry?" Mrs. Weasley looked worried.

"Um.. She said 'Lyra you can't trust him' then Lyra said it was their only chance and that she was taking it, then she left" Lucius was giving him a death glare and Harry had to look away, his eyes looked so much like Draco's had in his dream.

"Was there anything else Harry?" Harry looked back up to Remus.

"Professor McGonagall said Lyra was foolish and was going to get herself killed, just like her father, and then Mr. Malfoy said she was a smart girl and that Lyra was his only hope." All eyes went to Lucius and Moody grabbed his arm.

"Let’s go Lucius, we need to talk." Lucius got up gracefully and Moody let his arm go, following him towards a side door. Remus followed suit and all three left the room. Blaise left soon after helping Mrs. Malfoy out of the room as well.

"Mom....Dad, me and Ron need to talk to Harry, will you both be alright on your own?" the Grangers nodded to their daughter and Ron and Harry quickly got up. Ginny looked at Harry, she seemed a bit disappointed that she wasn't invited, but the three friends left quickly before she could invite herself.

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"Where do you think Lyra ran off to?" Ron asked as Harry led them down the halls to the room with the family tree.

"I don't know Ron, but McGonagall was pretty upset." They were talking in hushed tones, but their voices still echoed throughout the long hallway.

"It is "Professor McGonagall", Harry and it is probably something to do with Draco." Harry slowed a bit to think over Hermione's words, and it made sense. He hoped that she would be okay, Draco was in the middle of Voldemort's hideout in his last vision.

"Why do you think that Hermione? And since when do you call him Draco?"

"Since it is too confusing to call him Malfoy when you are in the Malfoy Manor, Ronald, and why else would Mr. Malfoy care if it wasn't about his son?"

"Yeah I suppose." Harry flushed, thinking about Draco again. Was Lyra really going to help Draco? How the hell would she even know where to find him?

"Here Hermione, look at this." Harry said dragging her over and pointing at Regulus' name when they entered the room. Harry pulled Ron and Hermione to the room with the family tree to show them Regulus' name on the scroll.

"This could be it Harry, what do you know about him?" Hermione seemed very excited and he looked out of the corner of his eyes to make sure Draco's name was unchanged.

"Not much, Sirius said that he got in too deep as a death eater and tried to back out so he was killed. Tonks said they never found out what had happened to him and the scrolls were the only reason they knew he had died."

"We should go to the library Harry, we need to find a way to get us safely into Grimmauld Place and search around, if Regulus is really R.A.B. Maybe he left a clue to where the locket is." They spent the entire rest of the day in Lucuis's private library searching for a way to re-ward the old headquarters without having to have the blood of every family member. Ginny brought in some food around lunch time and ate with them, she talked with Harry about what she had done since he had seen her at school, but as soon as they finished eating she quickly got bored watching the three of them read.

"Well this book has nothing about redoing wards, but if you want to strip off someone’s skin in one long even piece, it gives you a detailed map of how to do it." both Harry and Hermione looked up at Ron from their books.

"God we are never going to find anything at this rate." They had long ago finished dinner, brought to them by one of the many Malfoy house elves, Hermione tried to talk to him (at least Harry thought it was a he), but the house elf only shook its head and told her that it had been warned about the crazy witch trying to set them free before apparating out of the room.

"Well I'm going to sleep, we can look into some more tomorrow." Ron got up out of his chair and stretched, cracking his back and accidentally pushing his crotch precariously close to Hermione's face. Hermione's face tinged pink and she shut her book quite hard and stood up as well.

"We are going to bed now Harry, are you coming?" Harry was half asleep, but he was determined to finish the last chapter of the book he was reading through.

"I'll be up in a few minutes, goodnight guys."

"Goodnight Harry." they chimed in unison as they left the room. Harry looked back to the door and smirked.

'At least someone was getting some' Harry thought before turing back to his book.

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A crash brought Harry to awareness, he had fallen asleep reading in the library, drooling on a priceless first edition. He cautiously made his way into the entrance of the manor to see what had happened, wand out and ready. Narcissa and Lucius were already there, bending over one of the bodies on the stone floor. Blood was pooling around them both, soaking into the edge of the plush carpet. Professor McGonagall was kneeling over the other, Harry saw Charlie running into the room carrying a box full of potion bottles. Arthur and Molly were standing to the side, clearly wanting to help, but trying to stay out of the way. Harry could hear Remus in the other room talking to someone in the Floo.

"I need blood replenisher, open his mouth Narcissa, we have to get this in him quickly" Lucius was waving his wand over the body nearest to him, muttering healing spell after healing spell. Harry could see a mass of long black hair coming from the body beside his head of house, it was Lyra.

"Is she okay Minerva?" Narcissa asked, pouring a third bottle of blood replenishing potion into the mouth of the other filthy body, tears running down her face. Professor McGonagall was running her wand over Lyra's prone form, casting the same diagnostic spells he had seen Madame Pomfrey cast over him numerous times.

"I think she will be fine, her leg seems to have been hit by a bone-breaking curse that punctured the skin, but aside from that her magic is drained. A few days rest and she should be back to her old self." McGonagall used a spell to set the bone and healed the skin around it, then transfigured one of the chairs sitting next to the wall into a couch and levitated Lyra over onto it. Charlie was already waiting beside the couch with another bottle of blood replenisher and a potion to refuse her bones together at the break. McGonagall looked ready to cry as she turned to take in the conditions of the other person, still lying quite still on the floor. Harry moved closer to where Lucius and his wife were, huddling together over the other person on the floor, talking quietly. Lucius then stood, body in his arms bridal style and turned around to leave the room. Harry gasped at the conditions of his once nemesis, Draco looked even worse than he had seen him in his vision. Hair matted with so much dirt and blood so that it was no longer blond but a dingy brown, his pale skin and clothes were also covered in dirt, blood, and grime that you couldn't tell where his clothes began and ended. But the most haunting were his once beautiful and expressive gray eyes, they were wide open, but nothing shown out of them, alive in body, but with cold dead eyes.

A/N Sorry this took so long, I had to register for my college classes and go buy all my books and shit.

MadnessWithin Me I hope this was a juicy enough for ya :) thanks for your reviews

mis Harry will slowly get to his new abilities, i didn't want him to just change overnight and since no one is casting imperio or legims on him you can't really see the big change, Thanks for reading, and as for your prior review, you are a good guesser.

thrnbrooke yes I will get Harry back to look at the scroll in a later chapter :)

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