The True Face Of Evil
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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2
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8,423
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31
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WHO DID I KILL IN MY PAST LIFE TO MAKE THESE THINGS HAPPEN TO ME?
THRNBROOKE-Here it is!
ELECKTRA-I hope it\'s interesting!
AKUSAA-I had the exact same face in mind, I bet!
STORM-Thanks you! I\'m planning on Harry being the Head of the Relationship in public, but Draco being the Dominate partner in the relationship.
THANKS FOR REVIEWING, *HUGGLES YOU ALL*
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In no small state of shock, Harry reread the letter in his hand no less that five times, but the words remained the same.
TO: Harry James Potter
RE: Betrothal
Mr. Potter,
As you undoubtably know, today is the day of your formal Bonding, as stipulated in your betrothal agreement. All betrothals are endorsed by one or more members of the betrothed partners family-in this case, signed by both your mother, Lily Lilac Potter, maiden Evans, and your father, James Kenore Potter. Your bonding is scheduled for 11:30 this morning at the Ministry of Magic, Department of Marriages, Betrothal Bonding Division. To deliberately fail to appear for reasons other than death or serious illness is punished by the Dementors Kiss, although, in your case, we are willing to allow your absence if you are in a battle with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named to postpone, however briefly, your bonding. Please bear this in mind and do not be late. A copy of this missive has also been sent to your betrothed, Draconian Lucius Severus Malfoy. Happy Birthday, Prosperous Aging, Felicitations, and DO NOT BE LATE. Please dress appropriately.
Toren Farling
Head, Department of Marriages, Betrothal Bonding Division, Ministry of Magic
And post scripted at the bottom, “I believe the time spelled letter explains everything-it was attached to your file.”
Now shaking badly, he set the letter aside and took up the time spelled letter. In slightly cramped script it read “H. J. Potter, Time Spell performed to deliver midnight July 31, 1997.” Breaking the dry wax seal easily, not bothering to check the crest, he gently removed the letter and began reading.
Harry,
My beautiful son. If you’re reading this, and I’m not sitting with you laughing at my foolishness, then that means things are worse than we thought. We want you to know that we love you, that’s why we betrothed you to Drakie. Just like he’s betrothed to you because he is loved. If you’re reading this alone then you’ve been told that we’re dead. That is not possible, Dumbledore lied to you my sweet son. We have never followed that evil bastard. We follow Tom Riddle, whom the Dark Lord Dumbledore proclaims Lord Voldemort, and claims is the Dark Lord. Do not believe this, little one. Dumbledore is the true face of Evil, and we seek only to protect you. Tom helped to hide us and, due to our immortality, we chose someone we believed to be a traitor as our secret keeper. Apparently, we were right to be suspicious of Rat Face (it’s the only thing you can say clearly at this point in your life. Today is August 23, just after your first birthday).
If we are not in your life, then we have much to explain, love. Firstly, Sirius Black is your Godfather, Remus Lupin is your Spirit Father, Severus Snape is your Mind Father, Lucius Malfoy is your Love Father and James Potter is your Blood Father. If you don’t already know, a Godfather is to care for you if your parents pass on, a Spirit Father is to guide you on your path to Spiritual Enlightenment, a Mind Father is to guide you on your path to knowledge and wisdom (as the two are not synonymous), a Love Father is the Father of your betrothed, and a Blood Father is exactly as it seems. These traditions are not Wizarding, but Elven sweet one. Your father and I are both Elven, and so are you. We betrothed you to another Elven to ensure the bloodlines, and to protect the traditions. If you are not with us, or any others mentioned thus far, I can only assume that Dumbledore’s done something truly terrible.
It is not possible to kill the Elven, dearest. Avada Kedavra is naught but a joke, stabbing does nothing, poisions and pistols and-anything really. We do best in sun/moonlight, and flourish in nature. It is considered a grave crime indeed to keep a member of the the Elven race locked in the dark. We can only die when we are ready. Ready for the next incarnation, that we may return as the trees that keep us safe and the flowers that brighten our world. I guarantee you that we did not agree to die, so chances are we are at Malfoy Manor, waiting for you, my angel. I know that your bonding to Draconian is today, and I’m sure I want to help you prepare. I will explain everything else to you then. I’m sure I’m waiting. Pack your trunk, sit on it, if you’ve an owl that’s delivering don’t worry, he’ll come to his cage (make sure to bring the cage). Bring all of your Earthly possessions, beloved, for you’ll return there no more. Once you’re sitting on your trunk, hold this in your hand and say, “A Mother’s Love”. It will bring you to us.
All my love,
Lily Potter
Less than ten minutes later, a wand in one hand and a letter in the other, a bright flash of orange light followed the words “A Mother’s Love.”
*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD
Since he was sitting on a school trunk, Harry landed the Portkey fairly well this time, in his opinion.
“Well, at least I didn’t fall.”
“Talk to yourself often, Potter?”
“Yeah, don’t you read the Prophet, Malfoy? I’m insane.”
“Well, at least you admit it.”
“No doubt. Did you know we’re getting bonded today?”
“Yeah, sorry. I probably should have told you.”
“No shit. Is my mother really not dead?”
“Yeah, she’s on her way.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you. All this time, you knew, and you gave me so much fucking shit...look, I know you’re Elven and can’t be killed, per se, but I can make it so you agree to die.” This was delivered in a deadly calm voice, and was the first thing Lily and James heard out of their child’s mouth since the day he turned fifteen months old. The fact that Draco seemed to be taking him seriously (seriously enough to back away from the wand in his face very slowly) spurred them into action.
“Love, please put the wand down, you don’t want to kill Drakie.”
“Who are you?”
“Let me take Dumbledore’s spells off you and I bet you’ll see some of me in you.”
“Just answer the fucking question, man.”
“HARRY JAMES POTTER! DON’T YOU DARE EVER SPEAK TO YOUR FATHER THAT WAY! YOU HAVEN’T SEEN HIM IN NEARLY SIXTEEN YEARS, AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION?!?! AND YOU BETTER GET THAT WAND OUT OF YOUR FIANCEE’S FACE _RIGHT_FUCKING_NOW_ YOUNG MAN!”
With that, a woman who stood six feet tall, easily, walked up, grabbed his wand from his hand, and smacked him over the head with her own. Hard. Harry felt a warmth flow through his body that reminded him of when he’d recited that Head stuff earlier. Which reminded him...
“What does this mean and why did it give me the warm tinglies?” He asked while handing her the letter from Susan Bones’ Aunt. She read it through, James reading over her shoulder.
“Congrats, love, you’ve claimed your inheritance. Since we were declared dead, you really are the head of all those houses. Once you and Draco are bondedin the Wizarding World, he will officially be addressed as the Head Consort, while you will be addressed...Head Potter, for example. We worded things so that you are the Head of your Bonding, since you’re also the Crown Prince of the Elven race. Once you bond here today, there will be another bonding immediately afterward, an Elven bonding, as you will be officially Crowned King Harrison, and your spouse will be King Consort Draconian.”
“Alright, umm, Dad, I guess, err, yeah, I need to assimilate this information real quick, mmm, Father, I guess. What the hell am I supposed to call you, anyway?”
Draco took pity on young man who was obviously having a nervous breakdown in his family’s entrance hall. “Alright, I think I need to take my fiancee to lay down somewhere. It’s 2:30 in the morning and he just became Head of several houses, found out he’s getting bonded, and had his parents come back to life. Can you release our spells so we can get some sleep?”
When he put it that way, how could they refuse? A quick wand wave in their direction and suddenly Draco grew another two inches, making him six foot five, with straight white blond hair that lengthened to hit his waist and the tops of his ears elongated ever so slightly to end in a point. Harry grew a full foot, his hair grew blacker, if possible, lengthened and straightened to hit his waist while his face, fingers, and limbs grew longer and thinner and his ears changed to match Draco’s. Without looking at Harry, Draco had already started dragging his betrothed toward his room to let the poor boy lie down, since he had to be up in six hours and Draco wanted to have a word with him first.
After a ten minute walk that Harry was positive he’d never be able to remember, Harry was escorted into Draco’s bedroom. After sitting Harry on the edge of his bed, Draco finally looked at his fiancee in his true, Elven, form for the very first time.
******QUICK NOTE-I\'M NOT SURE HOW THEY BECAME ELVEN, I WAS PLANNING ON VAMPYRE, BUT THEY SOMEHOW BECAME ELVEN
ELECKTRA-I hope it\'s interesting!
AKUSAA-I had the exact same face in mind, I bet!
STORM-Thanks you! I\'m planning on Harry being the Head of the Relationship in public, but Draco being the Dominate partner in the relationship.
THANKS FOR REVIEWING, *HUGGLES YOU ALL*
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In no small state of shock, Harry reread the letter in his hand no less that five times, but the words remained the same.
TO: Harry James Potter
RE: Betrothal
Mr. Potter,
As you undoubtably know, today is the day of your formal Bonding, as stipulated in your betrothal agreement. All betrothals are endorsed by one or more members of the betrothed partners family-in this case, signed by both your mother, Lily Lilac Potter, maiden Evans, and your father, James Kenore Potter. Your bonding is scheduled for 11:30 this morning at the Ministry of Magic, Department of Marriages, Betrothal Bonding Division. To deliberately fail to appear for reasons other than death or serious illness is punished by the Dementors Kiss, although, in your case, we are willing to allow your absence if you are in a battle with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named to postpone, however briefly, your bonding. Please bear this in mind and do not be late. A copy of this missive has also been sent to your betrothed, Draconian Lucius Severus Malfoy. Happy Birthday, Prosperous Aging, Felicitations, and DO NOT BE LATE. Please dress appropriately.
Toren Farling
Head, Department of Marriages, Betrothal Bonding Division, Ministry of Magic
And post scripted at the bottom, “I believe the time spelled letter explains everything-it was attached to your file.”
Now shaking badly, he set the letter aside and took up the time spelled letter. In slightly cramped script it read “H. J. Potter, Time Spell performed to deliver midnight July 31, 1997.” Breaking the dry wax seal easily, not bothering to check the crest, he gently removed the letter and began reading.
Harry,
My beautiful son. If you’re reading this, and I’m not sitting with you laughing at my foolishness, then that means things are worse than we thought. We want you to know that we love you, that’s why we betrothed you to Drakie. Just like he’s betrothed to you because he is loved. If you’re reading this alone then you’ve been told that we’re dead. That is not possible, Dumbledore lied to you my sweet son. We have never followed that evil bastard. We follow Tom Riddle, whom the Dark Lord Dumbledore proclaims Lord Voldemort, and claims is the Dark Lord. Do not believe this, little one. Dumbledore is the true face of Evil, and we seek only to protect you. Tom helped to hide us and, due to our immortality, we chose someone we believed to be a traitor as our secret keeper. Apparently, we were right to be suspicious of Rat Face (it’s the only thing you can say clearly at this point in your life. Today is August 23, just after your first birthday).
If we are not in your life, then we have much to explain, love. Firstly, Sirius Black is your Godfather, Remus Lupin is your Spirit Father, Severus Snape is your Mind Father, Lucius Malfoy is your Love Father and James Potter is your Blood Father. If you don’t already know, a Godfather is to care for you if your parents pass on, a Spirit Father is to guide you on your path to Spiritual Enlightenment, a Mind Father is to guide you on your path to knowledge and wisdom (as the two are not synonymous), a Love Father is the Father of your betrothed, and a Blood Father is exactly as it seems. These traditions are not Wizarding, but Elven sweet one. Your father and I are both Elven, and so are you. We betrothed you to another Elven to ensure the bloodlines, and to protect the traditions. If you are not with us, or any others mentioned thus far, I can only assume that Dumbledore’s done something truly terrible.
It is not possible to kill the Elven, dearest. Avada Kedavra is naught but a joke, stabbing does nothing, poisions and pistols and-anything really. We do best in sun/moonlight, and flourish in nature. It is considered a grave crime indeed to keep a member of the the Elven race locked in the dark. We can only die when we are ready. Ready for the next incarnation, that we may return as the trees that keep us safe and the flowers that brighten our world. I guarantee you that we did not agree to die, so chances are we are at Malfoy Manor, waiting for you, my angel. I know that your bonding to Draconian is today, and I’m sure I want to help you prepare. I will explain everything else to you then. I’m sure I’m waiting. Pack your trunk, sit on it, if you’ve an owl that’s delivering don’t worry, he’ll come to his cage (make sure to bring the cage). Bring all of your Earthly possessions, beloved, for you’ll return there no more. Once you’re sitting on your trunk, hold this in your hand and say, “A Mother’s Love”. It will bring you to us.
All my love,
Lily Potter
Less than ten minutes later, a wand in one hand and a letter in the other, a bright flash of orange light followed the words “A Mother’s Love.”
*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD*HD
Since he was sitting on a school trunk, Harry landed the Portkey fairly well this time, in his opinion.
“Well, at least I didn’t fall.”
“Talk to yourself often, Potter?”
“Yeah, don’t you read the Prophet, Malfoy? I’m insane.”
“Well, at least you admit it.”
“No doubt. Did you know we’re getting bonded today?”
“Yeah, sorry. I probably should have told you.”
“No shit. Is my mother really not dead?”
“Yeah, she’s on her way.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you. All this time, you knew, and you gave me so much fucking shit...look, I know you’re Elven and can’t be killed, per se, but I can make it so you agree to die.” This was delivered in a deadly calm voice, and was the first thing Lily and James heard out of their child’s mouth since the day he turned fifteen months old. The fact that Draco seemed to be taking him seriously (seriously enough to back away from the wand in his face very slowly) spurred them into action.
“Love, please put the wand down, you don’t want to kill Drakie.”
“Who are you?”
“Let me take Dumbledore’s spells off you and I bet you’ll see some of me in you.”
“Just answer the fucking question, man.”
“HARRY JAMES POTTER! DON’T YOU DARE EVER SPEAK TO YOUR FATHER THAT WAY! YOU HAVEN’T SEEN HIM IN NEARLY SIXTEEN YEARS, AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION?!?! AND YOU BETTER GET THAT WAND OUT OF YOUR FIANCEE’S FACE _RIGHT_FUCKING_NOW_ YOUNG MAN!”
With that, a woman who stood six feet tall, easily, walked up, grabbed his wand from his hand, and smacked him over the head with her own. Hard. Harry felt a warmth flow through his body that reminded him of when he’d recited that Head stuff earlier. Which reminded him...
“What does this mean and why did it give me the warm tinglies?” He asked while handing her the letter from Susan Bones’ Aunt. She read it through, James reading over her shoulder.
“Congrats, love, you’ve claimed your inheritance. Since we were declared dead, you really are the head of all those houses. Once you and Draco are bondedin the Wizarding World, he will officially be addressed as the Head Consort, while you will be addressed...Head Potter, for example. We worded things so that you are the Head of your Bonding, since you’re also the Crown Prince of the Elven race. Once you bond here today, there will be another bonding immediately afterward, an Elven bonding, as you will be officially Crowned King Harrison, and your spouse will be King Consort Draconian.”
“Alright, umm, Dad, I guess, err, yeah, I need to assimilate this information real quick, mmm, Father, I guess. What the hell am I supposed to call you, anyway?”
Draco took pity on young man who was obviously having a nervous breakdown in his family’s entrance hall. “Alright, I think I need to take my fiancee to lay down somewhere. It’s 2:30 in the morning and he just became Head of several houses, found out he’s getting bonded, and had his parents come back to life. Can you release our spells so we can get some sleep?”
When he put it that way, how could they refuse? A quick wand wave in their direction and suddenly Draco grew another two inches, making him six foot five, with straight white blond hair that lengthened to hit his waist and the tops of his ears elongated ever so slightly to end in a point. Harry grew a full foot, his hair grew blacker, if possible, lengthened and straightened to hit his waist while his face, fingers, and limbs grew longer and thinner and his ears changed to match Draco’s. Without looking at Harry, Draco had already started dragging his betrothed toward his room to let the poor boy lie down, since he had to be up in six hours and Draco wanted to have a word with him first.
After a ten minute walk that Harry was positive he’d never be able to remember, Harry was escorted into Draco’s bedroom. After sitting Harry on the edge of his bed, Draco finally looked at his fiancee in his true, Elven, form for the very first time.
******QUICK NOTE-I\'M NOT SURE HOW THEY BECAME ELVEN, I WAS PLANNING ON VAMPYRE, BUT THEY SOMEHOW BECAME ELVEN