Naga Inheritance

Hello everyone. I'm glad you're still reading this, I assume you are or otherwise you wouldn't see this note. You're questions about the future or Ron and Harry's friendship will be answered, just not in this chapter. Other, somewhat more interesting, at least to me, things are happening right now.
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As the violent howls and evil laughter that disturbed the inhabitants of Grimmauld Place ceased suddenly, as if by some strange power, ten thousand miles away in the Marauder's Den a commotion arose.

Remus Lupin had been quietly reading by the fire when he began suddenly screaming and holding his chest tightly. “Remy? Remus are you alright?” cried Sirius worriedly.

The screams stopped suddenly and Remus rose unsteadily to his feet. “No, no I'm not.” he said dreamily as he struggled towards the fireplace, still clutching his chest. He walked as tough he was being dragged somewhere he was terrified to go.

“Remy? Remy where are you going? Remus?” Sirius's voice grew steadily more panicked but Remus did not speak again. Even when Remus dropped a handful of floo powder into the flames he did not speak even to indicate his destination. He simply walked into the flames and disappeared, he didn't need to do anything more.

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Remus stumbled and fell onto he floor of Dumbledore's office, passing out from the force of Hermione's spell. Dumbledore. Dumbledore stood over him grinning evilly, no trace of a twinkle left in his eyes. On his finger was a ring, gaudy and sapphire, dripping with blood, one long hair still clinging to it. Granger had been but a necessary sacrifice to fulfill Dumbledore's plan.

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After the howling ceased Molly began running through the house, checking every room, trying to find out if anyone was hurt. Molly, approached Hermione's door, not expecting to get through, Hermione's ward were usually to strong for Molly to break.

Hermione's wards were down! Molly's eyes were wide with panic as she shoved open the door. What she saw made her faint.

The room was splattered red, blood dripping off the desk and bed. There were bits of skin and bone strewn randomly about the room. Little but a torso and head lay in the center of a destroyed pentagram, Bones were exposed and even ripped apart in some places. Her face was destroyed beyond recognition, only the few clumps of hair than still clung to her scalp could identify her as the girl Molly knew. It looked as though she had been ripped apart by savage dragons. When Molly woke she could do little more than weep at the terrible sight. Hermione was dead.

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Harry stepped out of The Leaky Cauldron, dressed elegantly in a fine green jacket that lay open and fell past his knees. He wore black combat boots with many buckles and straps into which were tucked black jeans, dripping with silver chains. He wore two visible shirts, one silver and a bit tight and the other loose black net.

Around his neck was a collar, black and spiked and a chain necklace with an ornate silver cross hanging from it, it fell just above his stomach. Harry had also charmed his hair longer and streaked it Slytherin Green, so that it fell all the way down his back, slightly wavy and very attractive. Harry had left his eyes unglamoured and the sparkled sinisterly in the street lights as he strolled confidently up to Trisha, who stood closest to him. Her hair was black today, exactly the same shade as her lipstick. 'Does she dye her hair to match her makeup or something?' pondered Harry recalling her previously violet locks.

Trisha wore a black sleeveless and corseted dress with a wide skirt that flared out, not unlike a ballerina's skirt. She wore torn black stockings and lace up boots. Her hair was curled back in a Lolita fashion and she wore a fake black rose in it. She also adorned herself with simple silver jewelry.

Lisette wore a floor length black off the shoulder gown with a short attached cape. Her hair was pulled back simply, just so it was out of her face, but her makeup was wild, with creepy designs drawn on her face in eyeliner. She wore fingerless black gloves and her nails were long and red.

Antony wore a black MCR T-shirt and torn blue jeans, only his piercings and tattoos made him stand out. He had at least seven piercings in his right ear, two studs and many rings. He had only two piercings in his left ear though. He had a ring on the left side of his nose and another at the far side of his left eyebrow. There was barely an inch of skin on Antony's dark skin left un-inked. The images were in many different styles, but so closely twined together they seemed to be of a single design, There were snakes, dragons, monsters and all manner of creatures and words. It was as if Antony were a sketchpad on which many artists had made their mark.

Damien's hair was tied back in a red ponytail and he had a silver ring in his lip. The tie in his hair matched his long sleeved undershirt and the somewhat random designs on his black T-shirt. He wore long black pants with red cloth over each of his many pockets. He wore black boots and a red painted chain around his neck.

Gabriel's hair was braided down his back, with a few strands left out to frame his face. He wore a plain black turtleneck and simple, if somewhat dressy, black pants. He had a silver bracelet and a sly smile. There were diamond earrings in each of his ears, simple, yet obviously expensive. His makeup was somewhat feminine and it gave him an air of graceful beauty that attracted both men and women, which was good as he had an acute interest in both.

All in all, they made a very strange group, some almost normal in appearance and others in little more than cosplay. They were going to a club, this was to be the second Harry had ever been to and he was very glad to be going. His eyes held a certain happiness and mischievousness that they had, for the most part, lacked since he was told Sirius had died.

“My oh my. Don't you clean up nice?” said Lisette, waving a hand as though to cool herself down.

Damien was almost drooling and Gabriel looked a bit miffed.

'Is he jealous?' hoped Harry secretly. He hoped people were jealous of his looks.

“Now that everyone's here,” said Damien, “let's review the plan for tonight.”

Harry was confused, they hadn't discussed a plan before. “what's special about tonight?”

“Tonight's the night we've been preparing for all this time.”

“You mean since yesterday?”

“Yes, it's your official introduction in to non-polite society,”

“But what about the other bar.”

“That was a trial run.” claimed Damien defensively.

“Why would I need a trial run to go to a bar?”

“Because Damien's an idiot.” said Lisette, grinning at said idiot.

“That's your explanation for everything.” laughed

“It's the reason for everything.”

“Except the things you're the reason for.” said Trisha putting her arm around Lisette.

“You mean the beauty of the stars and the fact that magic works?”

“Yes, that's exactly what I mean.” said Trisha. Her voice, colored with amused sarcasm.

Harry and Gabriel, feeling a bit left out, walked off toward the bar, laughing a bit when the others finally realized they had been left behind.

Gabriel didn't walk, he seemed to float, his hair billowing out be hind him gently, like Snape's cloak, but without the harshness. His movements were soft and flowing, at though he were eternally underwater.

Damien seemed to dance, it was as though he were always moving, even when he stood still. He did not walk, but rather he leaped from place to place. His grace shone through even his clumsy attitude.

Trisha walked as though she were forever caught in a storm, the wind seemed to exist more violently around her than others. Her hair and dress were whipped about, near constantly and hung, as though wet, when not caught by the breeze. But she strode relentlessly through her storm and so she carried about her an air of dark chaos.

Lisette walked like spring. Even in the darkness she seemed to glow, as if the sun shined even through the night for her. Her darkest looks became cheerful and childlike, just because she wore them. She was a flower blooming so strongly that even the worst storms could not make her wilt.

Antony was water, his every movement flowing and delicate, and yet he was the strongest of the group, able to do most anything if he tried. Even his eyes seemed to sparkle like sunlight on still water. He stood taller and often with more confidence than the others, as though he had no insecurities to weigh him down, although it probably helped that he was taller than any of them.

And Harry, Harry walked as if he were outside time,cut off from the world, distant even if he walked beside you. Harry walked like the dark, elegant, with an aura that seemed to extent past the boundaries of his human form, a force of nature, powerful and unyielding.

When walking in a group they gave the illusion of being a pantheon of Roman gods. People could not help but turn to stare as they walked by. They were chaos.

“Hey! Hey guys wait up!” called Damien, running to catch up. “You can't leave us behind, besides, Harry doesn't know the way.”

“I'll show him.” called Gabriel back.

“Don't go with him Harry!” yelled Damien dramatically. “He may be named after an angel, but you can't trust him alone with a hot guy for all the money in the world.”

Gabriel only smirked evilly, but Harry felt rather flattered by Damien's comment. “Let's wait.” he said, stopping and turning to Gabriel.

“You think I would steal you away and ravage you in some creepy back alley hotel?”

Harry wondered a bit at the specificity of the question, but did not show it in his answer. “No, but your friends might get suspicious when I show up later and you don't.” Harry turned away a moment to let Gabriel ponder the implications of his answer.

By the time the others had a chance to catch up Gabriel was watching Harry with as look of curiosity and no small amount of interest.

Seeing the look on his brother's face Damien was instantly curious and, perhaps, a bit jealous. Harry shouldn't be flirting with his brother, he should be flirting with him. “so, what happened after you, ABANDONED us?”

“Nothing.” replied Harry with a secretive smile. “Absolutely nothing.”

Damien, though more curious than ever, decided to drop the subject and start off towards the bar, in the wrong direction. “Come on guys.”

Only Harry started to follow after him, before Lisette stopped them both.

“Uh, guys, it's this way!” said Lisette, trying not to laugh.

Harry glared at the chagrined Damien and stalked back toward the group with as much dignity as he could muster. He only succeed in looking a bit stiff.

Amid smiles and jokes, some of which were aimed at Harry, the group of teens headed to the nightclub they had chosen for Harry's “debut”.

Thanks to some help from Trisha they didn't need IDs. For added effect they payed some guys to throw open the double doors when they entered. Harry and Trisha stood in the center if the group with Damien and Antony banished to the ends for bad having taste in clothes.

As they stepped inside everyone sober enough to notice the doors turned to look. Jaws dropped and people drooled. Much jealously was inspired, after all,why should such beautiful people exist in a group, it was unfair to the rest of them.

Amid the drooling and staring there was one glare. A blond headed boy stared lusti- I mean angrily at the group. 'What's Potter doing here?' thought Draco, already somewhat drunk. 'This is the club I always go to. Is he stalking me? Twice today I've seen him.' Draco deluded himself. Draco pouted prettily and waited for the brunet boy to notice him and waited and waited.... When was Ha- Potter going to come over and talk to him, he was getting tired of pouting.

Well, if Potter wasn't going to take responsibility for his action, which is to say, finding Draco in a place where a Malfoy should never be found, a muggle bar, then Draco would take responsibility for him. “Potter!”

“Malfoy!” Harry knew that gorge- I mean, annoying, 'Yes, annoying.' Harry assured himself, voice anywhere. What are you doing here?” He said spreading his arms of for emphasis.

“Hey! That's not fair I as about to ask you that.... I mean...None of your business Potter!”

“So this is the infamous Draco then” asked Trisha.

'You just had to stroke hi ego, didn't you?' thought Harry as Draco smiled conceitedly and ran his hand through his hair.

'So he tells his friends about me.... not that I care or anything.'

'What's that smell?' thought Harry, lifting his face and closing his eyes slightly to get a better whiff of it. When he opened his eyes Harry smiled somewhat sinisterly and licked his lips. Something smelled good.

Draco couldn't help but notice Harry's odd behavior, not that he was staring or anything, he was just observant.

Draco was quite skilled at deluding himself.

Harry inhaled again. He loved the smell, it was peppermint and the musky scent of old books. He took a half-step forward.

Draco was confused, Harry was coming closer to him with an evil look on his face. Was he going to attack him? “Potter, what are you doing?” Harry was advancing somewhat quickly. He stopped directly in front of Draco, where upon he gently grasped a lock of the blonds hair and held it to his nose.

An evil smile crept back onto Harry's face. It frightened Draco somewhat and he tried to step back., but he was unable to as Harry grabbed his waist in a firm but not violent hold. “Draco.” he breathed out, half-word and half-sigh.

Draco's eyes were wide and he heard his heart thundering in his chest. “H-Harry?” he asked in a somewhat meek voice, forgetting his confidence and the fact that Malfoys aren't meek. He also conveniently forgot he hated Potter.

A slight commotion on the other side of the room distracted Harry for a small moment and a distraught Draco took his opportunity to escape.

The commotion on the other side of the bar was a small scuffle in which Damien was a key player. How odd that the reason Harry had found Draco was also the reason he escaped. 'No matter,' decided Harry, 'Hogwarts starts soon, I can capture him there.'

Trisha watched the whole affair with knowing eyes.

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Draco did not stop running until he reached home. He even ran through the fireplace and into the floo. Only years of experience kept him from falling afterward.

He finally paused and caught his breath as he leaned against the wall of his manor, his father looked distraught.

“Draco? What's wrong? What happened? Are you okay?”

When Draco caught his breath he turned and answered his father. “I was at the muggle pub I go to and-”

“Did someone accost you? I told you you shouldn't be going to a muggle bar! They're murderers, rapists and thieves, the lot of them.”

“Father! This is not the time to be going off on an anti-muggle rant.”

“Yes, you're right Draco. I'm sorry, please go on.”

“So I was in the bar and suddenly there was a big commotions at the doors. Somebody threw both of them open, I guess they wanted a big entrance or something. I should have known right then it was Potter. He can never manage to be subtle, he always needs everyone's attention on him. He always gets into trouble and back out of it mind you, in the biggest way possible, to get the most attention.”

Lucius smiled, 'And he got onto me for ranting.'

Draco glared, sensing his father's disrespect. “Anyways, so Potter came over to me and started being rude.” he said editing the story. “After a bit though, he started acting really weird. He started sniffing and got this odd look on his face. Then out of nowhere he came up to me and grabbed me. I had to spell some muggles to start fighting so I could get away.”

Partway through the story Lucius got an odd idea. “You said he was sniffing around?”

“Yes Father, sniffing as though he were a mutt rather than a wizard.”

“Have you considered, Draco, that he may be your mate? Some creatures find their mates by smell.“

“Harry Potter my mate! Yo must be joking!” My mate someone beautiful, smart and powerful. Scarhead isn't any of those. Besides. What would that mean for our family? Harry Potter is the dark Lords greatest foe.”

“You have thought of it then?”

“I have not.”

“Don't lie to me Draco.”

“In passing, for no more than a moment, really.”

“If he is, then we will leave our lord, or stay on as spies if need be. You are more important to us than any world order, even a new one.”

“It doesn't matter. He's not my mate. He could probably just tell I'm a creature. He's probably going to make my life miserable at Hogwarts this year.”

“Be prepared for the possibility.”

Draco sighed and nodded at his father. 'I don't want the Golden Boy to be my mate, even if he has grown some balls over the summer. He's still an attention grubbing fool, no better than that idiot Lockhart.' Draco continued to rant to himself as he walked toward his room, trying to forget his unsettling experience at the bar.

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Lucius was doing the exact opposite as he brooded in his private study. The fire flared to life suddenly and turned green. Lucius had a call.

He would have ignore it, preferring to contemplate his son's situation, if not for the head that peered through the flames.

“My Lord.” cried Lucius, rushing to the fireplace. “What has called you to my fire today My Lord?” asked Lucius, kneeling as the Dark Lord entered his study.

“I've heard”, said Voldemort, “that your son has recently come into his inheritance.”

“Yes My Lord.” said Lucius, still kneeling, but offering no further information.

“Well? What is he?” snapped Voldemort impatiently.

“An angelus, My Lord. Said Lucius, his knees beginning to hurt from kneeling.

“Very good... An angelus. You may rise Lucius.” said Voldemort, looking back at his follower. “We have plans to make.”

“Plan My lord?” asked Lucius finally standing.

“Yes plans, for the wedding. You will of course give your son to me. An angelus will make a most fitting bride for the new lord of wizardkind.” Voldemort paced distractedly as he thought.

“But My Liege, Draco must marry only his mate.” cried Lucius, his voice rich with shock.

“Then I shall be his mate of course.”

“Angelus have only one mate, destined before they are even born. You can not just become Draco's mate!”

“You forget yourself Lucius!” yelled Voldemort, spinning and pointing his wand in Malfoy's direction. “There are ways around these things. You will give him to me as my bride or I shall take him as my slave. If I must take him then you will not live to see the birth of your grandchild. Crucio.” cried Voldemort, reminding his follower of his allegiance. “You have until the thirteenth of October to decide. Halloween is a fitting day for a dark lord's wedding is it not? The sooner you say yes the sooner your wife may begin making wedding arrangements.”

Lucius got up from his knees, to which he had fallen after the Crucio. He bowed his head as Voldemort left, his eyes closed to hide his anger. 'How dare you try to interfere with my son.'

Lucius sat down in a chair by the fire to think. 'Decisions must be made soon.'

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Harry stepped back into his living room, grinning. The club had been as fantastic as he'd hoped, even more so since he'd found Draco. The identity of his mate had been revealed. He'd read up on Naga and had found out they had mates. He was glad to have identified his so quickly after coming into his inheritance.

His good mood went away abruptly as he noticed Sirius, crying on the floor of the living room, house elves gathered around, comforting him.

“Sirius?” asked Harry, in an uncertain voice.”Sirius? What's wrong?” Harry was beginning to sound like a lost child.

“It's Remus.” sobbed Sirius, “He's gone, he left in an odd daze. I don't even know where he went.” he hiccuped, tears running down his face. “I- I think it might have been animus dico. I've seen it before. He was so- so....
he burst into wailing sobs. “We may never see him again. Who know who called him, he may already be d- d- dead.” he choked out as he began to sob once more.

Harry's face began growing steadily angrier as he waited patiently through Sirius's monologue. “We will find whoever did this and they will pay.” The terrifying conviction and anger in Harry's voice was enough to send the house elves fleeing in fright and even to stop Sirius's sobs. “I promise.”

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Sorry to anyone who liked Hermione, if anyone did. I was angry when I wrote this and it helps the story. So bye Hermione, you played an important role. Anyways, thank you for your continued reading and I hope your happy, whoever and wherever you are.
Tenari Rose^^
P.S. Thanks to Slythendor for beta-ing!!!