Did He Who Made the Lamb Make Thee?

Did He Who Made the Lamb Make Thee?

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, written by J.K. Rowling, does not belong to me, though there are times that I wish it did...like everyday of my life!!! All characters (except Hyacinthe Evans, H.B. Evans, Eros Malfoy, and Micah Johnson) are property of Ms. Rowling, Scholastic Inc., and all other subsidiaries. This is a for-entertainment fanfiction only, and to sue me would be like getting blood from a turnip....I am a college student after all!!!!!!!

This fanfiction takes place pre-HBP, and the events of HBP did not occur.

Summary: During the summer before his sixth-year, Harry meets family that he never knew he had....and finds out some rather interesting things about his true lineage. Draco/Harry, Eros/Micah, Ron/Hermoine, Neville/Ginny...maybe even Eros/Micah/Hibiscus (But I haven‘t really decided)...and miscellaneous other pairings as I see fit to add them.


Thanks to everyone who reviewed...I feel so loved. You all are awesome. A few of you I know have written your own stuff here, and I’m really flattered that you like my writing.

Hyacinthe and H.B. (Hibiscus)--I noticed that both the Evans’ women were named after flowers. I decided that it was a family tradition. Hence....Hyacinthe and Hibiscus.

As to the question as to where I got the name for this particular fanfiction--It is a line from Blake’s The Tyger. I thought that it was rather appropriate. You’ll see why later.



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Part 2: The Ghost

In conclusion, I find that the major difference between the Magical Creatures of Light and Dark not to be their penchant for good or evil, but in the way their powers are classified by the Ministry. Magic, we are taught, is in and of itself colorless, and that the classification of Light and Dark Magic depends upon how it is used by the wizard or witch, not on the spells themselves.


Following that line of logic, I am forced to submit that a Magical Creature follows the same laws. A “Dark Creature” such as a werewolf or a vampire, is just as sentient as a wizard, witch, muggle, or squib. Thus, they too have choices in their lives. A muggle dictator in the 1930‘s and 40‘s was responsible for the genocide of over 12,000,000 people--and yet is not classified as a Dark Creature. A vampire who only drinks the blood of animals--regardless of his moral character--can never hope to be classified as a Creature of the Light. This is hypocrisy.


This is also a failure of the Ministry--a failure to recognize individuality. The system of classification devised by the International Ministry of Magic is detrimentally flawed. It’s purpose is not to serve the greater good, but the needs and desires of the Wizards and Witches in power to be superior to those under their jurisdiction.


Then again, what can we expect from a system that still promotes the slavery of House Elves and the blatant discrimination of werewolves?

Hibiscus Bryant Evans

House Quetzacotl at the Salem Magical Institute

Seventh Year



Hibiscus smiled a little, rolling up the parchment he’d written his “Care of Magical Creatures” homework on and putting it in his school bag. The first day of classes consisted pretty much of turning in your homework and getting to know your professors, though Hibiscus already knew everyone who was teaching his classes.

He took another look at his class schedule:

Applications of Magical Gems and Stones

Advanced Care of Magical Creatures

Self-Defense Without Magic

The Power of Ritual and Belief in Magic

Defense Against the Dark Arts

The Politics of Magic

Dragonology

Applied Intimacy Magic



He was looking forward to every class but the last one on the list. The two others in his group--Micah Johnson and Eros Malfoy--were best friends--and lovers. They’d come to Salem, met in their House--Samedi, after the Voudounguardian of graveyards--and had been inseparable since First Year. They were both notorious troublemakers--though no harm ever came of their pranks.

Until last year, they hadn’t known that H.B existed. He’d taken the Theories in Intimacy Magic out of curiosity more than anything else, and because of the odd number of people in the class, been added to Micah and Eros’ group as a third.

The first month of the class was interesting, as many of the groups learned for the first time the mechanics of sex--in all it’s forms--and because they were all 16 year old teenagers, their had been a lot of giggling and joking. H.B. had taken it all in stride, studying the material that the professor assigned and answering questions that he was asked with the objectivity that his teachers had come to know him for.

Micah and Eros, however, had let H.B. do all of the reading and such. They’d borrow any notes that he took from the readings and copy them--something that H.B. didn’t mind at all--and read them during class. After all, their coursework for Advanced Potions as well as Necromancy took a lot of time for them. H.B. was more than happy to help them out.

The second month they all had to write 3 feet of parchment on the practical applications of Sex Magic. H.B. had his paper finished in 3 days, and had spent the rest of the month helping the other two with theirs. He’d focused more on the protective aspects of magic, and the use of it in bonding two paired souls to each other. Micah and Eros had written their papers on the use of Herbs as Aphrodisiacs and The Use of Tantrika to Enhance Spell Potency--respectively.


Throughout the second month, it seemed that Micah and Eros had developed a kind of game to play during class time. It all started over a rather funny debate about the uses of Aphrodesiacs versus Tantrika. Micah and Eros had become rather vulgar in their argument, and a comment that Eros had made caused H.B. to do something that he hadn’t done since First Year:

He blushed.

The game that they played--in and out of class--was a simple one: Whoever could make H.B. blush the most was the winner. Much to H.B.’s chagrin, he spent the better part of October the color of his favorite sweater: Crimson.

The third month began the Applied part of the course.

It was hard being an addition to an already established pair. The two of them were already so comfortable with each other--and H.B., not having had many friends, had never even had a boyfriend or girlfriend. During the first assignment, they were all expected to form a bond--a simple one--which allowed for one member of the group to know the emotional and physical state of the other two no matter where they were in relation to each other.

When H.B. stepped into the room they’d been assigned, Micah and Eros were already laying in the curtained bed “snogging each other senseless”, as H.B.’s father would say. He'd almost left, feeling like he was interrupting something of importance--though he knew that if he left, the professor would know and he’d be given detention.

So he took a seat in one of the chairs instead, trying hard not to watch the two of them and feeling decidedly out of place for about a half-hour.

And boy...was it hard not to watch them....Micah Johnson was absolutely gorgeous. He was slender, though wiry, and was built very delicately, though not effeminate. He had black hair, dark eyes, and rather darkly tanned skin. He was Creole by descent, so even his voice had a mix of a French accent and Southern drawl that was beyond sexy. Eros Malfoy--a member of the Malfoy family from England--had that family’s trademark white-blond hair, silver eyes, and toned, yet pale complexion. The two of them made a sharp contrast to the other, and they looked like they belonged together.

Eventually he was invited to join them, though he was incredibly awkward just about every time the three of them were together. It seemed that sex was the one thing he wasn’t good at...at least, not as good as the two of them. They constantly had to correct the things he did--though they did take great delight in doing so, and over the course of the year, they did their assignments, received their top marks, and got to know each other rather well.

Toward the end of the year, H.B. began to feel something a little more akin to love for his two friends, and though he did his best to keep it to himself, they quite obviously noticed it. The bond that they’d created in their first assignment worked incredibly well, and about two weeks after Valentine’s Day, Micah and Eros had confronted him about the “vibes” they’d been receiving from him lately.

Of course, they let him know, in no uncertain terms, that though they enjoyed his company, the arrangement was merely for the class and nothing more.

That hurt. In fact, it hurt so much that the only time he would interact with them was when he had to. He didn’t sit with them at meals, didn’t speak to them outside of class, and met them for their assignments with a ironic sense of detachment that he knew disturbed the hell out of them.

So now, as he looked at his schedule, he realized that the hardest class he was going to have this year was Applied Intimacy Magic. He was so tired of being the third-wheel...and the fact that they didn’t feel anything for him made him feel cheap--like a convenience at best, and an annoyance at worst.

Hedwig, his cousin’s owl, hooted at him, and he smiled a little, letting the animal nibble on his fingers. He’d been charged with Harry’s protection this year at school--his cousin was transferring to Salem--and maybe he could distract himself with this cousin he had never met. Harry, undoubtedly, was going to be a handful--being unused to the United States. It could be fun to hang around with someone who didn’t treat him like a freak.

Being more comfortable with animals than people will give you that stigma at Salem Institute. That, paired with the fact that your father is overprotective to the point of insanity didn‘t help matters--but Hyacinthe Evans had his reasons.

The most important being his fear of the Dark Lord finding out about H.B. and his gift--his ability to communicate with Magical Animals--and being one of the only remaining family members of Harry Potter didn’t help things either. The Evans clan was all but dead...and Voldemort wanted them gone. No one really knew why...but he did.

And H.B. being the Evans’ Heir was a prime target.

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Sorry for the short chapter, guys...but I’ll definitely get another one up later tonight or Tuesday. Let me know how I’m doing...I know this was FULL of exposition and I apologize. Just trying to establish a character....

Once again, thanks for all the beautiful reviews. You all are freaking awesome.