Union of Three

Union of Three

Chapter 2

“Mum, have you seen my robes?” asked Ron, searching the pile of clothing for said robes. “I wanted to go back a little early since Hermione’s going to visit her parents.”

“They’re in your room, dear,” said Molly. “Tell Harry that we miss him and that he should visit us soon.” She looked at the up of floo powder, noticing the low level of powder. “Ronald, could you go to Diagon Alley and get me some floo powder before you go back?”

“Sure, mum,” said Ron, grabbing a handful of floo powder and tossing it in the flames. “Diagon Alley.” Tumbling out of the fireplace, Ron quickly climbed to his feet.

After purchasing the floo powder for his mother, Ron stopped at the twins’ shop to chat. “Hiya, Fred, George,” he said cheerfully, perusing the merchandise displayed in the window.

“Well, if it isn’t little Ronniekins,” said Fred cheerfully.

“What are you doing here?” asked George.

“I had to buy some floo powder for mum,” said Ron. “I can’t stay long, though. I’m going back to Godric’s Hollow today since Hermione is going to visit her parents for a bit. Plus I have to give him his birthday present. I forgot to send it yesterday.”

“Oh, could you give him these from us?” asked the twins, piling Ron’s arms full of their products. “The owl we sent came back with his gifts.”

“That’s because he’s got tons of wards on the place. I didn’t even know he knew that kind of magic,” said Ron bemusedly. “When I asked where he learned it, he just muttered Dumbledore’s name and left it at that.”

“Tell him he should visit soon,” said George.

“Yeah, we miss our youngest brother,” said Fred.

“I’ll tell him,” said Ron. “Uh oh, I’ve gotta go. Hermione’s leaving in an hour, and I want to get back before then.”

Ron hurried out of the shop and made his way back to the public floo. He didn’t notice the three Slytherins stealthily following him. Ron stepped up to the fireplace and flooed back to the Burrow, never feeling the tracking spell that hit him. Quickly leaving the floo powder with his mother, Ron flooed to Godric’s Hollow and went immediately to the kitchen. When he arrived, he saw Harry sitting with his back to the door. He froze when he saw the long silver streaked hair, wondering what the hell had happened while he\'d been away.

\"Harry, what the hell happened while I was gone?\" asked Ron bemusedly.

\"Ron, what are you doing back so early? Is something wrong?\" asked Harry worriedly. He hadn\'t been expecting Ron to return for another four days.

\"No, I just wanted to give you your birthday present,\" said Ron, still staring at Harry\'s new features in fascination. \"When did you become an elf? I thought your dad was a pure blood wizard.\"

\"Uh, Ron, there\'s a few things I have to tell you. You see, I received a letter on my birthday from my mother,\" said Harry hesitantly. He seriously dreaded telling Ron the rest of the story because he knew the redhead wouldn\'t take his true parentage very well. \"Well, here goes. James Potter was not my biological father. Voldemort was.\"

Ron\'s eyes just rolled into the back of his head, and he hit the floor in a dead faint.

*****

Draco was the last one up that morning. He’d tossed and turned most of the night, knowing he’d never see his mother again. He walked into the kitchen, yawning tiredly, and plopped down into the chair. Severus and Lucius were sipping their tea and reading the Daily Prophet. Snagging several sausages and placing them on his plate, Draco munched slowly on his breakfast with his effort to wake up completely.

“Draco, be ready in an hour. We need to go to Diagon Alley today for a few supplies,” said Lucius, setting his paper down and finishing his tea. “Severus needs some potion’s ingredients to brew a potion that should help us track Harry’s whereabouts.”

“Fine, whatever,” muttered Draco, finishing his breakfast and pushing away from the table. He would need that hour to get ready. He hadn’t even showered yet.

An hour later, the three Slytherins flooed to Diagon Alley. Severus had used polyjuice to disguise his features. Lucius and Draco simply used a fae glamour to disguise theirs. They had just left the apothecary’s when they glimpsed the famous Weasley red hair. Quickly realising the red hair belonged to the Weasley they needed, they stealthily followed the boy to the twins’ joke shop.

Severus cast a listening spell, allowing him to hear every word the Weasley’s said. He tensed slightly when he heard Weasley mention Godric’s Hollow, as did Lucius. They well remembered what had happened there. It made sense that Harry would return to the source of it all. Hiding quickly as Ron neared the exit, they followed him once again and managed to cast a tracking charm on the boy before he flooed away.

“What do we do now?” asked Draco quietly.

“We wait,” said Severus simply. He conjured a map and attached the tracking spell to that map, following the path Weasley was taking. “Ah ha! We’ve got him. Let’s go.”

The three Slytherins followed the map into Godric’s Hollow, but were stopped by the wards. “We’re going to need his permission to get in. These wards are rather impressive, especially for a seventeen year old,” said Lucius admiringly. He suddenly whirled around, sniffing the air delicately, senses assaulted by the most delicious scent he’d ever encountered. He vaguely saw Draco doing the same.

“And just what would three Slytherins be doing on my property,” drawled Harry, wand drawn and pointed at them. He had placed a glamour over his changed features when his wards had alerted him to his intruders. Even with the advanced warning, he was a little startled to see the Malfoys. For some reason they had slightly pointed ears and eyes that shined like diamonds. Dismissing the changes for the time being, he focused his attention on the intruders once more. “I don’t recall issuing an invitation to anyone, especially three traitorous Death Eaters, and most especially to that murderer Snape.”

“I am not a murderer, you insolent little brat,” snarled Severus, lunging towards Harry only to fall flat on his face as Harry stupefied him.

\"And I am not James Potter, but that never stopped you from hating me. If memory serves, you hated me upon hearing my last name, and not once in the last six years did you even try to see past that name. So fuck you, Snape. Contrary to your opinion of my mental capabilities, I am not stupid. I know very well that if you were truly working for Voldemort, I would not be standing here now. I also know that Dumbledore asked you to kill him because he was already dying, and he didn\'t want Malfoy to become a murderer. Knowing the truth, though, doesn\'t change the fact that I saw someone I thought I could trust kill the man I had grown to love like a grandfather,\" snarled Harry furiously. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Raising his wand, he ended the stupefy hex on Snape. “Now what the hell do you want?”

“You!” said Draco and Lucius, realising that Harry was possibly their mate.

“Your help,” said Severus, climbing slowly to his feet and visibly reigning in his temper.

“What do you mean, me? And why would you need my help?” asked Harry, seriously confused. Lucius and Draco were breathing as deeply as possible, and Severus was staring from the Malfoys to Harry and back with a look of faint horror.

“May we please come in to speak to you?” asked Lucius quietly. “We have an idea on how to destroy the Dark Lord.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” said Harry incredulously. At the stern faces of Lucius and Severus, Harry huffed irritably. “Fine, but one wrong move, and I’ll curse you to oblivion,” said Harry shortly. He turned and opened a door they hadn’t seen. “After you.”

They cautiously walked through the door with Harry following close behind them. “Take a right at the next door,” said Harry quietly. This door led to the kitchen where Ron was already seated.

Ron jumped from his seat in alarm when the Malfoys and Snape entered the room. “Harry, what the hell are they doing here? They’ll take you straight to You-Know-Who,” he yelled. He didn\'t think he could take any more shocks today. Harry\'s news had already tilted his world completely off axis.

“Calm down, Ron,” said Harry wearily. He didn’t have time for these theatrics. “Start talking,” he said, turning his attention back to the Slytherins that had invaded his sanctuary. “And start with how you found me.”

“Oh, Weasley told us,” said Draco quickly. At Ron’s blustering protests and denials, Draco finally elaborated. “We followed him in Diagon Alley and placed a tracking charm on him. He pretty much led us right to you. He needs to be more careful.”

“He also needs to learn to keep secrets more secret. Anyone could have heard that conversation in his brother’s joke shop. Pitiful really,” Lucius added.

“He also had no idea we were following him or that we’d placed the charm on him. He should have at least felt the spell hit,” said Severus, adding his own opinion.

By the end of the Slytherins rebukes, Ron’s face was brighter than his hair and his head was lowered in shame. He was wavering between guilt at failing his friend so badly and anger that those horrid Slytherins for pointing out his failure. He finally settled on anger. “Shut up, you prats. I’m not used to spying on people.”

\"Anyway, like we said earlier, we may have an idea on how to destroy the Dark Lord,\" said Lucius.

\"Like you would want to. Just what are you playing at?\" asked Ron distrustfully. \"The last I heard, you were all loyal Death Eaters, so why do you want to destroy him at this late date?\"

\"We are not \'loyal\' Death Eaters,\" said Lucius insistently. \"I want to destroy him because he forced me to watch as my wife was raped repeatedly and then killed. Severus wants him destroyed because he was forced to kill the man he loved as a father.\"

\"Snape wasn\'t forced to kill Dumbledore. He did that all on his own,\" snarled Ron, glaring at the Potion\'s Master angrily. \"Harry was there and saw it all.\"

\"Well, apparently Potter saw more than you gave him credit for and knows what really happened,\" said Severus quietly. \"It doesn\'t really matter why we want to destroy him, the point is that we do.\"

“Whatever,” said Ron dismissively. “You probably just found out that Harry was You-Know-Who’s son and decided that you could kill old snake face and rule through Harry instead.”

“Well, if they didn’t already know, they certainly do now,” said Harry irritably, glaring furiously at Ron. “There is a reason they’re called secrets. You aren’t supposed to tell anyone else.”

Ron blushed brightly, ducking his head guiltily. He’d just been so angry with the Slytherins that it had slipped out. “Sorry, Harry.”

“You really are the Dark Lord’s son?” asked Severus musingly. “But you look just like James. Not even Lily’s charm work could last for seventeen years, so how do you explain it?”

“Apparently, James used a blood ritual to adopt me, suffusing my body with his DNA. Not only do I look like him, I also managed to come into a magical creature inheritance from his blood line,” said Harry, shrugging slightly.

“James was a pure blood. He shouldn’t have any magical creature in his lineage,” said Lucius. “Of course, being pure blood is all a matter of perspective. A lot of pure blood families have secrets that they hide vigilantly. But I know for a fact that James was not a magical creature of any kind, except wizard.”

“No, he wasn’t, but he had several ancestors in his lineage that were vampires,” said Harry reasonably, shifting his glamour to reveal his dainty fangs. “Unfortunately, they don’t retract any further than this.”

“Those make you look like a kitten,” said Draco, smirking at the indignant look Harry aimed at me. “You don’t look dangerous at all.”

That just pissed Harry off. He growled deep in his chest and hissed at the blonde, causing Draco to stumble back in surprise when he noticed that those dainty fangs had lengthened impressively. He tensed in preparation for a fight when Harry’s wings unfurled on his back, ripping through his t-shirt and leaving it in tatters.

Suddenly Harry smirked and relaxed, retracting his wings and fangs to their original state. “Was that dangerous enough for you?”

“Take the rest of it off,” said Severus demandingly.

“Take the rest of what off?” asked Harry innocently, deliberately pretending ignorance.

“The glamour, Potter,” snarled Severus. He wasn’t in the mood for the boy to be so obtuse. They’d come to him under a truce and with an idea to defeat his enemy. The brat should take help where he could get it. “I do know about your mother’s heritage. In case it has escaped your notice, the Dark Lord had to get that potion from somewhere. Now who do you suppose brewed that potion?”

“Oh, I imagine that you supplied that potion personally, Snape. However, I am curious as to why you had the potion in the first place. Voldemort depends on your skills as a Potion’s Master far to much to have thought of this on his own. His strong point is dark curses, not potions. I’m guessing that you had brewed this particular potion for someone else, and you didn’t manage to keep it secret enough, thus enabling Voldemort to use your creation against my mother. How does that scenario sound?” asked Harry, raising an eyebrow as he waited for a response. “I’ll even go so far as to suggest you created this potion for none other than Lucius Malfoy. After all, you are very close to the Malfoy family considering the fact that you are Draco’s godfather.”

“Why were you put in Gryffindor? I mean, besides the reckless bravery and the loyalty, you have no Gryffindor attributes,” said Lucius inquiringly, completely ignoring Harry’s suppositions in favour of sating his curiosity.

“I asked the hat not to put me in Slytherin,” said Harry calmly. “After all, I was only eleven and had just met Draco, who acted like my bully of a cousin, Dudley. Then I learn that I am famous for something that happened when I was a year old, and my parents’ murderer was a Slytherin. Oh, and let’s not forget that Ron told me that all bad wizards came from Slytherin. Sorry boys, but I wanted to avoid that particular house like the plague.”

“You mean to tell me that the hat wanted to put you into Slytherin, but you managed to talk it into putting you into Gryffindor?” asked Severus incredulously.

“That’s what I just said,” said Harry, rolling his eyes slightly. “I didn’t specifically ask for Gryffindor, though. I just said ‘not Slytherin’ over and over.”

“Your glamour?” asked Severus, trying to catch Harry off guard.

“Your answer?” countered Harry, not at all fazed.

“Damn it,” growled Severus. “Yes, I created the potion for Lucius. He had to have an heir but couldn’t find his mate. Unfortunately, like elves, fae cannot reproduce with anyone but their mates.”

“Fae, huh?” asked Harry musingly. He looked speculatively at Lucius and the silent Draco. “I noticed the slightly pointed ears and jewel toned eyes. Do you have wings?”

“Yes,” said Draco quietly. “And before you ask, we can create portals. I also have an affinity with water, but father’s affinity is with earth.”

“I bet your gardens are impressive,” said Harry absently, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “I don’t suppose you have a tattoo on your back that disappears when your wings emerge, do you?”

“I have a green feather between my shoulders,” said Lucius.

“I have a blue feather,” said Draco.

Ron, who had remained as silent as Draco, gasped when he heard this. With Harry’s shirt hanging in tatters, Ron had a clear view of the tattoo on Harry’s back. It didn’t bode well that the raven had a green and a blue father in its talons.

“You might want to check again,” said Ron hoarsely, praying fervently that he was wrong.

Lucius and Draco gave Ron a quizzical glance. Draco turned his back to Lucius, allowing his father to peruse the tattoo on his back first. Lucius gasped when he saw Draco’s back.

“What is it?” asked Draco worriedly, craning his head around in a vain attempt to see the problem. Instead of answering, Lucius spun around for Draco to see his back. Hesitantly moving the clothing aside, Draco felt faint when he saw the tattoo. “What does this mean?”

“It means we’ve already met out mate. Apparently they only turned seventeen recently,” said Lucius, staring straight at Harry when he said that.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” asked Harry, showing nervousness for the first time since their arrival. “What happened to your tattoos?”

“A raven has been added to the picture,” said Lucius, stalking slowly towards Harry like a predator after his prey.

“Mine is the same,” said Draco, content to watch his father bring down their mate.

“And what does this have to do with me? Are you suggesting that I am mate to both of you?” asked Harry, backing into the wall in his haste to evade Lucius. “That’s impossible, though. Right?”

“Apparently, not for you,” said Severus, smirking slightly at Harry’s skittishness. “I imagine it has something to do with your dual inheritances. You elfin side chose one mate and your vampire side chose another.”

“Bloody hell,” said Ron, fainting for the second time that day. This time, though, Harry joined him, having experienced too many startling revelations in such a short time.