Legacy of the Pendragons

A/N: Thank you for all your reviews and responses to Chapter 1! I’m happy to see there is still interest in the further adventures of the Triad and I will certainly be giving you more. I see there is some interest in characters beside the Triad and I will certainly be adding some other relationships throughout. So thank you for expressing your desires.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money writing this fiction.



He Belongs To Me

“Mr. Malfoy, there is a Mr. Charlie Weasley here to see you,” the dour witch reported, standing in the doorway of Lucius’ office in Diagon Alley.

Lucius paused a moment, setting his quill aside. “Send him in, Mrs. Ravenswood.”

Weasleys! Unfortunately, because of the Dark Lord’s fondness for Weasleys, Lucius couldn’t turn them away or put them off. He rolled and sealed the scroll before him as Charlie strode in, nodding to the unsmiling witch in passing.

Lucius waved his hand toward the comfortable arm chair facing his desk. “Do have seat, Mr. Weasley. Can we get you something to drink?”

Charlie shook his head as he sat awkwardly on the edge of the seat, appearing to be uncomfortable in such plush surroundings. Lucius spared no expense when it came to decorating his office - or his home for that matter. After all, his family’s status had risen considerably after the war ended, and so had Lucius’ power, especially since Lord Potter had left him in charge while he finished school.

“No, thank you, I’m fine,” Charlie replied, smiling at Lucius’ secretary.

“Very well,” the witch nodded, shutting the door and leaving them alone.

“What may I do for you, Mr. Weasley?” Lucius’ asked, not one for chit-chat and small talk.

Charlie hardly knew where to start, except he realized he should tread delicately. “Mr. Malfoy, I suppose you know my line of work?”

“A dragonologist, I believe,” Lucius sighed with a hint of impatience, “in Romania or such.”

“Yes,” Charlie nodded. “For the last month I’ve been in a village called Fagaras.” Charlie stared at Lucius’ steel grey eyes intently, trying to catch any sign of recognition.

There was none.

“Do you know of this place?” Charlie prodded further.

Lucius cocked an eyebrow. “Should I? I do love to travel, Mr. Weasley, but my wife and I much rather spend our holidays in France and Greece.”

Charlie slumped back in his chair with a sigh. “I see.” He supposed it wasn’t going to be so easy after all. “Mr. Malfoy, how much do you know about your family line?”

It was then Charlie noticed a subtle shift in Lucius’ posture - guarded, defensive, though his face was still a careful mask.

“Is my blood status in question? I assure you it is pure and my line is well documented,” Lucius stated, an undertone of anger in his clipped voice.

Charlie leaned forward apologetically. “Yes, of course, I’m not implying otherwise. But you see, I think I may have found a connection between some ancient lore and your line. I was hoping, perhaps, you could help me verify my research.”

Lucius studied Charlie’s face a moment. “Lore? You get paid to explore myths and legends? Is there a shortage of dragons to keep you busy, Mr. Weasley?”

“No, not at all. Look, have you ever felt that you had so much to explain that you didn’t know where to begin? I was just hoping that you already knew something of this. It would have made it easier. I realize I’m not making much sense. Listen, Malfoy, I need to spend some time with you to explain it all. Is this a good time?”

Lucius looked suspicious. “What is your agenda? If you are hoping to discredit the Malfoy name, I’ll have you know…”

“No! Please, sir, may I have some of your time to clarify further?”

Lucius was silent a moment as he considered. What was this fool up to? “Very well, you may dine with my wife and I tonight at Malfoy Manor, 8:00 p.m. There you may also peruse the volumes on our lineage at your leisure. We have nothing to hide.”

OOOO

Hermione had sent Draco out of the restroom first, directing him to tell anyone in line that the toilet was broken and they needed to go to the next car to use the restroom. But as he peered out the door, no one was in sight. “All clear, love.” He turned and gave her one last kiss before departing on his rounds in the next car.

Hermione left the bathroom, pausing as Luna came out of one of the compartments, her arms holding a stack of the latest issue of The Quibbler. “Hello, Luna,” she smiled, “passing out reading material, I see.”

“Hello, Hermione,” Luna replied, in her slow, dreamy manor. “Would you like a copy?”

Hermione took one. “Thank you, I’ll take a look at it as soon as I have a chance to sit down.”

Luna watched as Hermione breezed by, quickly making her way to the next train car. The blonde witch sighed and shrugged her shoulders. Why did everyone always seem like they were in a hurry lately?

She turned and continued on her way, opening the door of the next compartment. “Quibbler, free copy of the Quibbler,” she called to the inhabitants.

Her face lifted and she froze in place, observing the three young men seated casually in the compartment - a fuzzy tingle began in her belly and traveled outwards over the surface of her skin.

She gasped, wide eyed, as one of the handsome boys smiled at her, slowly raising one of his hands and motioning with a crooked finger for her to come closer. “Come to us, beautiful one,” he crooned, sexily, his voice sending hot caresses over her body like a black magic sorcerer.

The stack of Quibblers dropped from her arms as Luna fell under their spell. She was barely aware of the door closing behind her on its own. All she could think about was how beautiful they were and how wonderful she felt here with them - so very, very wonderful.

Her feet moved on their own, small wavering shuffles towards the magician calling to her. A breeze, a sudden move behind her, the feel of hands lifting her long blonde waves over her shoulder as she came to a stop before the one left seated who had beckoned to her. Fingers moving over her, lifting at her robe, her blouse, unfastening buttons, unzipping zippers. All seemed a blur as she lifted her arms to accommodate the undressing, not removing her eyes from the black, mesmerizing gaze of the one seated before her.

She realized she was now completely nude in front of the three boys. But, strangely, she didn’t care. She was on fire. Her very skin rippled and vibrated with power and energy in that confined compartment. Her pussy convulsed in excitement - without anyone touching her there. Two of the sexy boys stood pressed on either side of her. She could feel their hot breaths on her shoulders.

The one seated in front of her grinned mischievously. Keeping his eyes focused on her, he placed his hand gently on her hips, making her gasp as he leaned forward and kissed her bare belly. The sensation of his warm lips traveled to every nerve ending and her nipples hardened. His eyes traveled to her breasts and he grinned knowingly.

“I smell virgin,” his hypnotic voice stated. “Are you a virgin, beautiful one?”

It was obvious that he already knew, but he wanted to hear her say it.

“Yes,” she whispered, swaying with dizziness. The boys at her sides slide their arms about her and she closed her eyes, drowning with sensation. How did they remove their clothes? When did they remove them? She could not remember. All she knew is that their hot, hard bodies were pressed against her from both sides and now lips were kissing her neck, her shoulders - and hands were traveling over her breasts and stomach, her back, her arse, her thighs and arms.

Touching, caressing, squeezing, kissing, licking, sucking - the sorcerers worked their magic hands and lips on Luna. And when she could no longer stand, she found she didn’t need to make any effort to do so as her captors held her up and continued their assault on her senses.

Luna floated in a sea of pleasure, wave after wave crashing upon the shore. What was that scent? Oh, they smelt so wonderful…

Her head lulled back as she closed her eyes and allowed them to explore every inch of her body. It all felt so good. She laughed joyfully, wondering why she had always felt nervous about having sex for the first time. She never imagined it could be like this.

The two at her sides now lifted her under her thighs and back, bringing her wet, needy pussy to the mouth of the seated one, who took her by the hips and latched onto her clit, causing Luna to gasp and groaned as his hot, wicked tongue danced over her most sensitive flesh.

Never had she imagined such sensations could exist in the world!

As they held her up to get pleasured, she lifted her head, watching as his tongue worked through her folds and pressed over and over against her clit tirelessly. She even noticed something was a bit different about his tongue… something…

Who cares? She certainly couldn’t at the moment. She panted and moaned, tossing her head back as her orgasm hit and his long, unusual tongue entered her, fucking her as deep as her virginity allowed.

Luna could feel the power of the orgasm straight to her toes as her legs jerked and her womb convulsed. Never had she felt so lost in sensation before.

When she could open her eyes again, she notice the two holding her were now setting her back on her feet, yet still not releasing her to fall to the floor like the rag doll she felt she was. The seated one smiled at his companions and nodded, before looking back into Luna’s eyes.

“Beautiful one, on the full moon you will return to us and let us have you.”

Luna could only smile dreamily and nod. Oh, yes, she wanted to return. She wanted to feel like this again. She wanted to feel like this forever.

OOOO

Night had fallen when the train arrive at Hogsmeade Station and the returning students were met by the familiar sight of Hagrid holding his torch and calling for the first year students to follow him. The first years looked apprehensive about following the half-giant into the unknown and Hermione smiled with the memory of her first experience off the train long ago. It was nice that some things never seemed to change.

She rushed to reassure them. “Go along with Hagrid. It’s really a special treat, you’ll see. No, no, don‘t worry about your trunks. They‘ll be waiting for you in your rooms later.” No one ever forgets their first sight of the castle in the moonlight, all lit up in welcome from within.

As Hermione made sure the first years followed Hagrid, many of the other students made their way toward the carriages, the older students standing around in groups, socializing.

Draco stood with his group of Slytherin friends as they gave him good-natured hell for being Head Boy. They laughed and joked until Harry stepped off the train, groggy from his nap, but now sober. Draco watched him, amused. But the other Slytherins gave Harry a respectful bow as he noticed them.

Harry grimaced and waved them off, feeling his head pounding. His eyes connected with Draco’s in challenge.

Draco had to smile. He knew exactly what Harry wanted - Draco’s famous hangover potion. And after Draco’s rejection of him earlier, Harry was concerned that he would withhold the potion from him as well.

But Harry’s attention was soon turned to Ron, who was calling him over to where he was standing with Neville and Seamus, none of them looking very healthy at the moment. He made his way to his old friends, wanting to get away from his bowing followers and Draco’s taunting smile. But that blond was in for it later. Oh, yes, he was! He would get the hangover potion from him and fuck his bratty brains out, too.

“You need a pick me up, Harry?” Seamus asked.

“No, I better not,” Harry replied. “My fucking followers are watching. I have to be responsible.”

The Gryffindor boys laughed.

But Harry noticed Ron stopping short of his laughter and glaring at something behind Harry. “What the hell?” Ron growled.

Harry turned his head, noticing that Blaise Zabini and Ginny were making their way toward him, holding hands. Blaise seemed a bit reluctant, but Ginny was pulled him along and saying, “Come on.”

Harry turned and looked at Blaise directly, who let go of Ginny’s hand and bowed, deeply. “My Lord,” Blaise greeted, nervously.

Harry noticed Ginny trying to take Blaise’s hand again, but Blaise moved his hand behind his back, unsure of this new declaration. Harry could feel Ron’s glare from behind.

“What are doing, Ginny?” Ron spat.

“Shut up, Ron,” Ginny scowled.

“Zabini,” Harry said. It was obvious that Ginny liked the bloke. But how did Blaise feel about Ginny? Was he after the dowry Hermione gave her? Or was this a power move?

Harry glanced toward Draco, noticing his lover watching from a distance. All the Slytherins seemed tense and waiting for Harry’s reaction, as well as the Gryffindors. Draco shrugged, unsure about Blaise’s intentions as well. He really hadn’t seen him since Ginny’s birthday ball at Marlston.

Harry shifted his gaze back to Blaise. “Come here, Zabini,” he ordered.

“Harry…” Ginny began, worried.

Harry held up a hand to stop her words and Ginny held herself in check, still worried what Harry might do. She had only meant to introduce Blaise and let them see that they would be spending a lot more time together. She didn’t want to have to sneak around.

Blaise stepped forward obediently. Harry grasped Blaise’s chin, causing him to gasp in surprise as Harry pulled his face even closer to his own. It was almost as intimate as a kiss. Almost, except that Harry’s eyes were growing darker and causing panic to rise in Blaise’s chest.

Harry’s free hand moved under Blaise’s shirt, over the skin of his chest and over his fast-beating heart. “Shhhh… relax,” Harry whispered, staring intently into Blaise eyes.

Blaise jolted when he felt pulling sensations, pulling on his mind as well as his heart. Lord Potter was taking from him, taking his private thoughts, taking his feelings, looking, going through all that was in his mind and heart for Ginny. Images flew from Blaise’s mind and he shook as he realize utterly exposed he was. It was one of the worst feelings he had ever experienced.

When Harry had released his chin and removed his hand from his chest, Blaise stood shaking and breathing hard. He placed a hand on Blaise’s shoulder, his eyes already back to their normal shade. “You all right, Zabini?” he asked.

“Yes, my Lord,” Blaise answered, untruthfully.

Harry smiled and pushed his shoulder away playfully. “You’ll be all right. I had to make sure you weren’t a bloody tosser.”

Blaise tried to smile in return.

Harry leaned over and grabbed Ginny’s hand and then took Blaise’s with his other hand. He put their two hands together. “Go on, you two better catch the next carriage,” Harry grinned.

They watched as Ginny and Blaise walked away holding hands. Harry heard Ginny saying, “Blaise, are you all right?”

As they passed Draco’s group, Draco stuck his hand out to Blaise. “Congratulations, Blaise, I think the Dark Lord has just given you two his blessing.”

Blaise shook Draco’s hand, a smile forming on his face - finally.

When Harry turned back to Ron, he was met with an angry frown.

“Why’d you let them go off together like that, Harry? He’s a fucking snake!”

“He’s falling in love with her, Ron. Leave it at that.”

“We’ll see,” Ron grumped.

“Speaking of snakes,” Seamus spoke, “those new students look like they want to have Malfoy for dessert.”

Harry turned once again, noticing the three new students for the first time - from Romania, he believed. They almost looked like triplets, so similar in appearance, yet something seemed different about them. And, yes, all three were looking at Draco in keen interest. Draco, however, was busy talking to Blaise and oblivious of any attention directed to him.

Harry’s feet began moving toward them, his senses on high alert. This was one of those times he would have liked Lucius by his side. Lucius would be able to find out more about these three.

Harry’s followers fell in behind him, as if they sensed their Lord might need back up. Draco finally noticed, turning his head to look as the Slytherins took up behind Harry.

The three dark-haired Romanians finally tore their gazes from Draco and noticed the growing group coming their way, headed by a very powerful wizard. They straightened their backs and guardedly faced Harry as he came to a stop before them, blocking their view of Draco. The three noted all the stoic, but defensive, faces behind the powerful one and wondered at this committee of unwelcome.

“Are you the new students from Romania?” Harry asked, rudely, and already knowing the answer.

“Yes,” one answered. “I am Sandu.” He held out his hand to shake Harry’s.

Harry looked at the hand darkly and made no move to take it. Sandu lowered his hand and frowned.

“No last name?” Harry continued.

“We use no last names in our village,” Sandu replied.

“And what village is that?” Draco called out, striding to Harry’s side.

The three Romanians stiffened further, turning toward Draco and keeping their eyes downcast as they bowed.

Draco grinned, amused. He glanced at Harry, however, and the smile fell from his face. Harry looked furious at this show of deference to Draco. The three newcomers now appeared very uncomfortable as they stood before them with downcast eyes.

“You three do know that Harry here is the Dark Lord, not me? Surely you’ve seen his photos in your village newspapers?” Draco asked, trying to diffuse the situation.

Sandu and the other two turned slightly to Harry, nodding their heads. “Yes, of course, my Lord…s”, Sandu replied, adding the plural to lord as a sort of precautionary afterthought. Sandu looked at Harry and added, “Fagaras Village has declared neutrality for over six hundred years. We were not involved with your recent war. I’m afraid we are too isolated to get concerned with outside politics.”

Harry leaned his head toward Theodore Nott, who was standing slightly behind him, and whispered something in his ear. Theodore nodded and pulled a quill and notepad from his bag, jotting down notes as Harry looked the Romanians over more fully. Had they mistaken Draco for him? Was that all there was to this? But Harry could see that the three still did not look directly into Draco’s eyes and appeared to be standing at attention. They had no problem looking at Harry and everyone else.

“What are the rest of your names?” Theodore asked.

“I am Aurel.”

“Boian.”

Theodore wrote, asking for the correct spelling.

“Have we violated a rule?” Aurel asked.

“Not yet,” Harry replied, “but I’m glad you’ve brought up the subject. You may claim neutrality, but everyone else at Hogwarts knows where they stand. If you plan on practicing the dark arts, then your doings are my business and subject to my laws.”

“I see,” Aurel replied, glancing at his mates. “Our people have never given much thought to separating the arts into dark and light. But we will considered this further.”

“Be sure that you do,” Harry warned. Harry stepped closer to Sandu, almost cheek to cheek, and hissed, lowly, so that the crowd would not hear, “And stay away from Malfoy. He belongs to me.”

OOOO

“Narcissa, lovely as ever, I see,” Charlie flattered, kissing the beautiful witch’s hand as she greeted him in the foyer of Malfoy Manor. “And your home is magnificent, I might add.”

“Thank you, Mr. Weasley,” Narcissa replied, basking in the compliments. This particular Weasley seemed quite charming.

Lucius stood at the entrance to the parlor. “Do come have a drink before we dine, Mr. Weasley.”

The dinner proceeded well, with Charlie making small talk and recalling his many harrowing incidences with dragons which Narcissa seemed very intrigued with. Lucius felt impatient with her subtle flirting, feeling that the evening may drag on longer than he wished it to.

As dessert was served, Narcissa said, “It’s a shame you did not dine with us last night, Mr. Weasley. Dudley would have loved to hear your dragon adventures. He pretends he doesn’t want to know about our world, but I’ve noticed magical creatures do seem to interest him.”

“How is young Dursley faring these days?” Charlie asked.

“He’s doing well. He left for his new school this morning. I can’t tell you how difficult it was to find a proper Muggle school. Lucius and I had no idea where to start until Dudley’s squib tutor taught us the types of subjects Muggles find important.”

“I can imagine it must have been a bit foreign to you,” Charlie replied.

At the end of dessert, Lucius said, “I believe you would like to see the volumes we spoke of earlier. I will show you to the library and you may continue your research.”

“Thank you,” Charlie replied, standing as Lucius and Narcissa rose. “And thank you for the delicious meal, Narcissa, and your lovely company.”

“You are very welcome, Mr. Weasley,” Narcissa smiled with a slight blush. “I do hope you visit us again soon.”

He followed Lucius through the manor, taking in the opulence everywhere he glanced. Such an accumulation of wealth in one place seemed almost criminal.

They reached the library and Charlie had to stop in awe for a moment. The room was enormous and the shelves reached so high on the walls that walkways had been constructed on three different levels above. “My Gods, Malfoy, but you do like to read!”

Lucius smiled ruefully. Everyone was quite impressed the first time they entered his library. He enjoyed making an impression. “You must keep in mind this library has been added to over centuries of time.”

“Yes, of course,” Charlie replied, turning his gaze slowly about the room, imagining getting lost in here for months.

Lucius stood by a desk, directing Charlie’s attention back to the task at hand. “I believe these are the volumes you were interested in - the Malfoy family lineage. The direct lines are there as well as the lines of spouses leading back five generations. The direct line was first recorded in 921 A.D.”

Charlie frowned, moving toward the oldest book which Lucius had opened on the desk, his finger pointing at the date. “921?”

“Yes, in France. The volumes were recorded in Latin, however, as most books were in those times. Shall I stay and translate?”

“No, I’m very familiar with Latin,” Charlie replied, absently. His fingers carefully turned the old pages of the manuscript, searching.

“Very well, I’ll leave you to your work. When you are ready to discuss your research, pull the cord by the door. I‘m most interested in his lore you have alluded to.”

Lucius left the library, catching a passing house elf by the arm and hissing, “Watch him. But don’t let him discover you are there.”
OOOO

A/N What secrets shall be revealed…? Perhaps you can already see something here. Hope you are enjoying the story so far. Please let me know your thoughts and thank you for reading.