Ferinus Consanguinitas

I'm so sorry for the long time between updates, school just started again and the first few weeks of the semester are always so hectic. I'll try to update at least once a week.

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"Luna? What are you doing here?" She had on her same radish earrings that she had been wearing since he met her in fifth year. In her arms she held a very irate snow white owl who upon seeing her master flew from Luna's arms, landing one Harry's shoulder and nipped his hair. Hedwig looked him over like a worried mother before hooing softly as Harry scratch her chest. The scar'ed boy snickered at he owl's behavior which reminded him of a certain Weasley matriarch, he shuddered to think what the redheaded clan was going to do when they found out he was alive and well.

"Dad and I came for Bill and Fluer's wedding, sorry we missed your party Harry. We missed our first portkey and only just arrived a few minutes ago. Dad thought he saw a Umgubular Slashkilter, and we had to stay to see if it would come back." Harry could hear Sirius behind him asking Remus what a Umgubular Slashkilter was, and Harry tried hard to keep a straight face.

"Its alright Luna, I actually missed my own party, so maybe we can all celebrated it later." Luna's eyes looked around with the same dreamy expression they always held before looking back to Harry.

"Yes, that should be fun, well I should be getting off to bed now, its rather late." Her voice was even more airy than usual, a testament to her tiredness.

"Luna, why did you have Hedwig?" Luna was looking at the shadow demons with a small smile which the younger one returned.

"She was tapping on my bedroom window, perhaps mine was the only light on, so I brought her down here to get something to drink."

"Couldn't you have just conjured her some water, or gotten some from the washroom sink?" Remus elbowed Sirius in the stomach for the comment, but Luna didn't seem to be bothered by the question.

"I suppose, but then I wouldn't have come down here, goodnight Harry, Professor Lupin, Mr. Black." She spared a small glance to the two shadow demons and then to Lyra's sleeping form on the couch before smiling and walking out of the door.

"That girl is strange." Remus smack Sirius over the head and Harry laughed out loud scaring Hedwig out of his arms. The proud owl flew to the table, taking a few drinks out of a forgotten glass of water before flying to a large window and tapping on the glass.

"Sirius, don't be rude, Mrs. Lovegood is just a bit..."

"Strange?" Remus tried to smack Sirius over the head once again, but the dark haired man ducked the blow and caught the over balanced werewolf in his arms. Sirius gave a hearty laugh as he righted the sandy haired man, his hands lingering a bit on the others chest. Remus took a step away from his best friend, nervously brushing off imaginary dust from the transfigured robe. Harry gave them both a strange look before walking over to the window his owl sat at, Hedwig gave him another quick look over before nipping Harry's fingers and flying out the now open window. Harry smiled as she flew off into the night, re securing the window he returned to where Sirius and Remus stood.

"Minky!" The werewolf said in a soft but commanding voice, and a rather small looking house elf wearing a tea towel emblazoned with the Malfoy crest popped into the room.

"Master Lupin, Minky is thought that you were dead!!" The little house elf grayish eyes filled with tears and it latched onto the werewolf's leg. The shadow demons looked at the house elf with disgust from where they had sat at the overly long table, their wings furling awkwardly against the high backed chairs.

"I assure you Minky I am alright, could you please escort our guests to a room so they can get some rest." He motioned with his arm to the winged men at the table and Minky unlatched herself from Remus' leg and bounded over to them.

"Follow me please Masters?" The tone of her statement was clearly requesting a name from the two men, the younger had lost his grimace of disgust and was now openly looking over the strange creature in front of him. The older one however had a stoic mask on his face and ignored the house elf completely.

"Shadow demons will never give their names willingly, they believe that your name holds great power and to give it means allowing someone power over you." Lyra's face still held a grayish tinge to it as she sat up on the couch, feet curled up beside her. She turned to the winged men at the table and spoke to them in the same guttural tones she had used with the older shadow demon. Lyra looked quite surprised as the older of the two answered back to her in English.

"We will go with the creature, but as soon as we are rested we expect you to take us back halfbreed." His tone was severe and the twinge of pain on Lyra's face was evident at his statement. Lyra only nodded her head in agreement, not meeting the shadow demon's scar'ed visage, the younger of the two looked at the older with anger before follow him and Minky out of the door.

"Translation charm?" Lyra asked looking up with tired eyes at the other occupants of the room, Remus nodded with a half-smile.

"Well I don't know about you three, but I believe I hear my bed calling me." She stood from the lumpy couch and walked a few steps towards the door before swaying on her feet, surprisingly it was Sirius that caught her before she fell. Lyra looked at him strangely before letting out a bitter laugh.

"You know my dad is soo going to kill me when he finds out I brought you back." As if suddenly realizing what she had said, she jumped away from Sirius swaying again, but finding her own shaky balance

"Why would your......dad." Remus was staring intently at Lyra his mouth moving without sound and brows furrowed. Harry's tired mind tried to connect the dots that he knew that comment should have, but he couldn't put the pieces together in his current state.

"Lyra, why didn't you tell us that Snape is your father." Harry's jaw dropped open at Remus' statement and he looked to Lyra to deny the claim, but the fog that had clouded his mind only moments ago cleared and what the werewolf said made perfect sense. Lyra was staring intently and the spot in front of her feet and she crossed her arms protectively over herself as she let out a shaky breath. She looked up at Remus, her black eyes begging to be understood.

"I didn't want to be judged by what he did, so I thought it better if you all got to know me before you found out about him." Her voice was broken and Harry felt torn, he knew what it was like to be judged for his fathers actions, and after the initial shock wore off he was sure that he could accept the daughter of his most hated Professor as who she was and not who she was born to. Sirius stood silently a strange expression on his normally smiling face, he too was looking down at his feet, blue eyes gazing into the floor as if it would answer all of his questions for him.

"Lyra, although you have kept a great many things from us, I believe you have proven yourself to the Order, and no matter you parentage I will still welcome you among us." Remus walked over to the distraught women and placed his hand on her shoulder she smiled hesitantly at him before looking back to her feet. Harry tried to mouth some reassuring words but was interrupted by the loud pop of the returning house elf.

"The winged masters are in their rooms Master Remus, is there anything else Minky can do for you?" Remus lowered his hand from Lyra's shoulder to her upper arm as Lyra began to lose her balance once again.

"Minky can you bring some food out, I belive Sirius was hungry?" Remus lead the dark haired girl back to the couch.

"No thats ok, I've lost my appetite." Harry looked over to his godfather, knowing that his prejudiced of Lyra had probably just risen at least twice over. Harry felt bone tired and he looked back to Minky.

"Minky, do you know if Ron and Hermione made it back safely?" He was dreading a negative answer and tried to prepare himself quickly for the worst.

"Yes Master Potter, they is fine, well as fine as can be with yous being dead, theys are in Master Ron Weasley's room." Harry let out a grateful breath and smiled at Remus, the werewolf then turned to the house elf.

"Thank you Minky, could you help Mrs. Rayner to her rooms." Minky nodded enthusiastically rushing over to try and help the half asleep woman to her feet.

"Thats ok Minky, I'll help Lyra to her room." Minky pouted a bit at not being able to serve but moved away from the couch as Harry walked over. He smiled at Lyra as he bent down to help her, but instead of assisting her to her feet he picked her up bridal style. Lyra's eyes widened at the sudden shift and she grabbed on to Harry's neck tightly. Harry turned to walked towards the door, meeting his Godfather's eyes as he did. Sirius gave them both a hard look before shaking his head and giving a small smile.

"Come on Sirius, there is an open room beside mine that you can stay in, I'm not sure how much longer I can stay awake." Remus looked almost as tired as the girl falling asleep in Harry's arms as he spoke to his friend. Harry lead them all to the door, turning sideways so as to not injure his sleeping charge.

"I'll just stay with you Moony, no need for a separate room tonight." Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus nuzzling his face into his sandy brown hair. Harry's jaw dropped open in surprise and Remus turned bright red as he worked himself out of the encircling arms. His face was a mix of sadness and guilt as he turned to the dark haired man.

"Sirius, we can't....I mean..... you were dead Sirius, and I.... I'm getting married." Sirius took a step back from the werewolf, his breath hitching, eyes downcast as he tried to process the information. Harry's heart broke at the sadness on both of their faces.

"Oh, ok then." Sirius nodded and with as much dignity as he could muster, plastered a unconvincing smile back on his face. All three men walked in silence up the staircase, saying their goodnights at the top. Harry watched the two older men walk down the hall a ways before turning and moving towards his own rooms. It seemed like a lifetime ago that he walked down this hall and he slowly made his way to Lyra's doorway, he was about to wake her to get the password, but he realized that the door was slightly ajar and he pushed it the rest of the way open with his foot. It was dark in the room, but enough light shown from the sparsely placed candles around the room to see a very handsome red head sprawled out on Lyra's bed. Harry walked over quietly, debating on whether to wake Charlie or simply leave him to wake up beside his supposedly dead girlfriend. The decision was taken from him though as a rather large bundle of fur darted between his legs causing him to drop Lyra unceremoniously onto the bed. Charlie bolted up as Lyra landed, wand in hand.

"Charlie calm down, its Harry." This only added to the red head's confusion, but his tired blue eyes filled with tears as he looked down at the now half awake figure sharing the bed.

"Lyra?" His voice was questioning and the dark haired girl smiled wickedly before grabbing him by the collar, pulling the red head down into a heated kiss. Both of the occupants of the bed moaned as the kiss began to evolve into something more. Harry averted his eyes as he backed out of the room as quietly as he could, this time stepping over Lyra's cat as Dragonfly once again tried to trip him. He softly shut the door to Lyra's room and wearily turned towards his own, trudging down the long hallway, he reached the door but didn't enter. Looking at the handle for a moment, he tried to decided whether he wanted to face Ron and Hermione tonight, he shook his head slightly and instead of giving the password he turned and walked towards a different doorway.

"Horntail" The door swung open silently before him leading into the brightly lit, but empty common room. Harry looked around carefully, making sure that he was alone before closing the door behind him and walking fully into the room. He moved towards the bedroom door, but his eyes caught on the table in front of the couch. It was covered in open books and Harry walked towards it, picking up the topmost book from the table. Smiling faces stared back at him, one little blond boy, a happy smirk in place sat next to a black haired girl, her arm around the former. 'Draco age 8 and Lyra age 11 summer of 1988.'

Confused, he turned to the front of the book and opened to the first page, a girl with a mass of curly black hair looking down at a blond haired baby as he slept in her arms, she looked up, her face filled with awe before smiling brightly and looking back down to the bundle in her arms. 'Draco 2 days old and Lyra age 3 June 1980.

Harry watched the blond grow older as he flipped through the book. Draco's first steps were recorded in the pages, his chubby feet wobbly moving towards Lucius' outstretched arms, Narcissa hovered close by to catch him should he fall. Both parents smiled with pride as he grabbed a hold of his father's hand. Draco's first birthday, Lyra sitting to his side as he smashed his face into a cake. Lucius stood behind him laughing at the mess, Narcissa knelt beside Draco, laughing as well as she tried to salvage a piece of cake. She handed the slightly damaged slice to Lyra who took it happily and turned to smiled at the black haired man beside her. Snape rolled his eyes at his godson before returning Lyra's smile with a smirk as he stole a forkful of frosting from her cake.

Harry flipped a few more pages, Draco sat on Snape's lap as he read the blond a book, the younger sucking his thumb, curled around a stuff toy dragon almost as big as he was. Draco looked wide eyed as the dark haired man pointed out a picture. 'Draco age 4 July 1984.' The pictures continued on, many of Draco together with his parents and a few more that had Lyra and Snape in them as well. As he got older, the blond's smiles seem to fade, they gave way to half smiles, then amused smirks, and before long his beautiful face held no emotion, the cold Malfoy mask firmly in place.

The final picture was a family portrait taken just before 5th year, Lucius and Draco could be twins for the looks on their faces, Narcissa was the only one that gave way to any emotion, a deep sadness penetrated her icy blue eyes. Harry placed the book back down on the table, reopening it to where it had been before. All of the books laid out on the table were opened to pictures of the dark haired girl, all except one and Harry picked up that book, sitting down on the couch. It was a picture of Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini, waving as they stood by the lake, Harry wondered why Draco had the book open to this picture if he was morning the loss of his Godsister. He moved to put it down but then he saw it, in the background running in and out of the picture was himself, throwing a quaffle back and forth with Ron, smiling brightly when the red head caught the oddly shaped ball. It was probably taken in their fifth year and Harry smiled as put the book down and moved away from the couch towards Draco's bedroom door.

Dousing the lights in the main room he released the spell on his eyes, letting them adjust to the darkness before easing the door open. The blond was fully dressed down to his black slippers and sprawled out across the huge bed, his long hair was messy and in knots, his eyes tightly shut, swollen and red. Harry walked towards the edge of the bed, an empty box of tissues lay by Draco's hand and wads of the soft paper lay sporadicly around covers and floor. Harry grabbed the wastebasket from the side of the bed and used the empty box to sweep the tissues from the bed. He eased off Draco's slippers and carefully stripped him down to his boxers, the blond only moaning in protest as Harry removed the layers of clothing. He slipped off his own shoes, shirt and pants, cringing at the white sand that stuck to his body. He cast a quick cleaning spell on himself, resolving to get a shower as soon as he woke up and crawled into the bed beside Draco. Harry debated with himself on how to wake the blond, but before he could act his eyelids grew heavy, wrapping his arms around Draco's warm body, he drifted off to sleep.