Ferinus Consanguinitas

Yeah I know, its been way too long, but I have so many classes to get too, I haven't even redone the last chapter that my beta sent me :(. Sorry Night, so anyway here is the next chapter, but its kinda boring so, yeah enough with me, on with the show.

This is Unbeta'd for now



'What the hell is wrong with me. Draco was right, how could I be so easy, just jump in bed with him, no second thoughts.' The water rushed down Harry's back as he leaned his forehead against the cool tile. So many thoughts rushing through his overburdened mind. He had slept with his enemy, a person he had only shared one decent conversation with in the entire six years of them knowing each other. A deatheaters son, a deatheater himself.

'Wait...no, Draco didn't have the mark.' Harry was sure he would have noticed that. A bitter laugh erupted from the his mouth, he hadn't even looked, he had those pale arms wrapped around him and he never even checked for the dark mark. He really must be losing his mind.

'It doesn't matter though, it won't happen again, I was just a fuck to him and that is all he is to me as well, a nice piece of ass.' But why did the thought of never being with him again hurt so damn much, why did it feel like something broke in Harry when Draco threw him away. Never seeing that smile again, that laugh that was so lyrical when it wasn't mocking and cruel, never getting the chance to be inside that perfect tight ass. That must be it, Harry never got his turn on top, this had nothing to do with emotions or the fact that he had really enjoyed his time with the blond, it had to be all about sex. It wasn't fair, why had that stupid ferret said he wanted more, said he didn't want it to be a one time thing and then turn on him like this.

'Why did that stupid blond have to have to be more moody than a girl with pms!! And what the hell was going on with Lucius! Why did he look so smug? Why didn't he hex my balls off for sleeping with his son? What the hell did that potion do to me? Why am I causing myself more problems when I should be worried about killing Voldemort?'

Hermione, Ron and Ginny were all still sleeping when he finally made his way out of the shower. Sneaking quietly through his bedroom, he hid Slytherin's locket in a sock in the bottom of his truck and covered it with his invisibility cloak, thankful that the house elf who washed his clothes earlier had put both items back with the rest of his things. He dressed quickly before silently escaping the bedroom and the still sleeping Weasley in his bed. The once dirty common room was now spotlessly clean and the air smelled like the lilacs he used to take care of for his Aunt on Privet Drive. Harry swiped the extendable ears from their place on the side table, noting the clock said it was now almost 10 am. Harry had only gotten around six hours of sleep before his rather lovely wake-up call. Harry groaned at his empty stomach decided to make itself know at that moment and he walked out of the common room, resolving to eat something as soon as he spoke to Lyra about the potion. He walked down the hallway and raised his hand to her door, but the muffled voices behind the door gave him pause. He slipped the extendable ears from his pocket, hoping that it wasn't the sound of Lyra and Charlie getting to know each other a little better. But it wasn't Charlie's voice that he heard, its was Draco's familiar drawl. Normal pleasantries were being exchanged as Harry slipped into the alcove he, Ron and Hermione had been in the last time he had eavesdropped on Lyra. The atmosphere was tense in the room, one would not assume that the Draco he now heard talking to Lyra was the same one that had cried himself to sleep over her "death" only last night.

"Why did you make that potion for Potter." The tone was harsh, accusing, Harry could almost imagine the sneer gracing Draco's pointy features.

"Your dad suggested it at a Order meeting and they all thought it would be a good idea. Lucius knew about Harry's occlemancy problems from Voldemort, and I don't think he wanted to put himself in any more danger if Harry let that monster into his mind again." Great, did everyone know about his problems now?

"That wasn't the only reason he suggested it though." That got Harry's attention, anything that involved Lucius couldn't bode well for the dark haired hero.

"What do you mean Draco?"

"He wants me to be with him." Harry nearly choked on his spit, Lucius wanting them together? How could that benefit him?

"I think you are reading a bit to much into this, he isn't even a pureblood." Her tone was exactly the same as Snape's when he spoke to first year Hufflepuffs.

"He thinks if me and Potter are together then we might be able to get some of the Malfoy prestige back, maybe even keep us out of Azkaban if he can defeat the Dark Lord." That did make quite a lot of sense.

"I suppose that could work in your favor, but what about heirs, is Lucius really prepared to give all the pureblood history up? And what about you? I didn't even know you swung that way. Well..... I mean I was wondering, you do have more hair products than me and your mother combined." Harry had to laugh a bit at that comment, Draco's hair was so soft when he ran his fingers through it, no one could have that nice of hair naturally.

"At least I take care of my hair, you should think about washing yours every once in awhile, its starting to resemble your dad's greasy mop." Ouch, yeah those two seem about as caring as he and Dudley were towards each other.

"Well sorry for not living up to your standards of cleanliness Draco, I'll go remedy the situation if you get the hell out of my room."

"Your room? Your lucky we even let you stay here, godsister or not, your still a halfbreed."

"Well aren't we in a caring mood my dearest godbrother, missed your potion again did you? Maybe I should stop making it for you altogether and see you revert back to the drooling half wit I saved from your Aunt Bella."

"Father would never let you do that!!"

"Hiding behind daddy again Draco? Grow up already, this is the real world, and he can't protect you forever."

"At least my father would protect me, what about yours Lyra, did he ever protect you?"

"Why do you always have to be so cruel Draco? Why are you so afraid of letting someone in?"

"Letting people get to close is a weakness, they will just betray you in the end."

"Sometimes I really feel sorry for you Draco. I'll make your damn potion, just give me the blood and get out."

"Whatever." Harry could hear a door slammed in the room, some footsteps and drawers opening and closing before another door clicked shut. He quickly pulled the ears back to him, thankful that there was no cat chewing on the other end this time, and stood, popping the kinks out of his back before walking slowly to the stairs. Just what he needed, more questions and no answers.

"Hey Harry, didn't expect you to be up yet! Wow, those are some wicked teeth Harry." Charlie was standing at the top of the stairs, one foot already poised to descend, but he stepped back and waited as Harry walked towards him.

"Good morning Charlie, how are you today." Charlie was a normally happy looking bloke, but his smile this morning could put Lockhart to shame.

"I'm wonderful Harry, absolutely brilliant. I'm really glad you are all alright, everyone was so shocked and mum, I wasn't sure if she was going to be OK. She wouldn't talk, just sat there staring at that cake she made for you, I haven't seen her that bad since Uncle Gideon and Uncle Fabian died."

"Well Hermione and Ron didn't seem to upset." Harry muttered to himself

"Of course they were upset Harry, what makes you think something like that?"

"Well I guess it would be the sweaty sex I walked in on earlier, they seemed really concerned about me at the time." Charlie's freckled cheeks turned a bit pink.

"Grief does strange things to people, maybe they just wanted reassurance."

"Reassurance?"

"That they were still alive, morbid I know, but facing death, or just knowing someone who has died makes you want to know that you are still living."

"Yeah, well I should probably go downstairs, I'm not sure if everyone knows that we are here."

"I'm sure they do, I mean if someone told Draco then the rest of the manor must know as well. But then again, I think mom or Ginny would have already been up here making sure you were alright."

"You talked to Draco this morning?"

"Yeah, he barged in to Lyra's room not too long ago, I thought I would let them talk while I grabbed a shower and a change of clothes."

"Oh, I forgot something in my room Charlie, I'll be down in a few OK?" If Charlie wasn't going to walk Lyra down to breakfast, than maybe he would have the chance to talk to her alone about the potion.

"Sure Harry, but don't be too long, or you will probably have everyone up here looking for you."

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Harry didn't have to wait long, Lyra exited her door only a few minutes later, her long black hair looking almost as bushy as Hermione's, but with a few swipes of her wand, it turned into sleek inky black waves.

"I wonder if Hermione knows that spell?" Harry's words startled Lyra, causing her pale face to turn beet red in embarrassment.

"My hair never wants to lay smooth after I use drying charms on it, I'm sure I can teach the spell to her later if she wants..... How are you this morning Harry?"

"I'm good, you?"

"Peachy." She did not sound sincere at all and began to walk towards the stairs and away from Harry.

"I wanted to ask you more about the potion." She stopped moving and her shoulders slumped with a deep exhale. Turning around she rubbed the bridge of her nose in a very Snapish manner.

"Ok, what did you want to know?" She looked tired, dark circles contrasted greatly with her overly pale skin.

"What you said about the warnings you gave me."

"What do you mean Harry?" Harry was nervous, how exactly to put his questions without her being suspicious of his actions.

"The ones that were, what I mean to say is, hypothetically speaking of course, what would happen if I, I mean "someone" who had taken the potion did in fact" Well that line of questioning did not go over very well.

"Harry you are making absolutely no sense what so ever."

"What would happen if someone on this potion did have... have sex with another guy." Her features took on a more panicked look for a moment, but slipping on a mask of calm curiosity.

"Did you?"

"NO no, I was just wondering, cause that seems like an unusual warning for a potion." Harry missed the look of relief that crossed Lyra's face as he looked away from her eyes, can't be to careful just in case she was a legitimis like her dad.

"Well its not really a normal potion Harry, it transmits the magical abilities of another into your very blood, and Shadow demons have abilities that wizards have never been able to copy, not for lack of trying."

"So its not just the occulmancy and the night vision that it changed in me."

"There is more Harry, but in the wrong hands that knowledge could be very dangerous, it won't do you harm or I would have told you."

"I need to know Lyra."

"As long as you follow what I told you then there is no danger, telling you is not worth the risk of it getting out to the wrong hands." She began to walk away from him but Harry caught her arm in a bruising grip.

"You think I would tell someone? I deserve to know what you did to me Lyra." She grabbed the hand holding her wrist tightly, trying to ease the pain of the grip.

"Let go of me Harry, your hurting me."

"Not until you tell me." Harry felt angrier than he had in a long time, it felt like fifth year all over again, everyone keeping secrets about him, things he needed to know.

"Harry. How are you feeling today?" Startled, Harry let go of Lyra's wrist and turned to face his ex-professor.

"I'm fine Remus, you?" He felt his anger calming, but still threw one last angry look at the dark haired girl.

"Fine thank you, Lyra how are you?" She held her hand over her wrist, and from his angle he could see dark bruises forming in the perfect shape of his fingers before she pulled the sleeve of her shirt down to cover them.

"Much better, thank you Mr. Lupin."

"Please call me Remus Lyra." She looked at him with a small smile and nodded her head.

"Where is Sirius?"

"I believe he is already raiding the kitchen." Remus had a strange look on his face as he looked at Harry, his nostrils flaring.

"I hope someone informed the rest of the household that we are back, finding a dead man eating at your breakfast table might be a bit disconserting." Lyra said before she took Harry's distraction as a chance to escape the questioning, moving swiftly down the stairs.

"I'll meet up with you later Harry, Andromeda will be arriving soon to give me an update on Tonks." His voice gave the impression that he was about to leave, but he made no move to do so.

"Alright Remus." The werewolf looked down the stairs, watching as Lyra walked out of view before turning back to Harry.

"Harry.... I'm hoping that you are using protection in your encounters, there are some STD's that even magic can't cure." Harry's jaw dropped for a few second before he began working his mouth in a impressive imitation of a fish.

"What?" Oh hell, was Remus a legitimas, or did he have an "I got fucked by Draco" sign somewhere on his person.

"I don't mean to pry Harry, but its better to be safe than end up paying for it later. Do you need me to teach you the spell?" Harry was mortified and the tinge of pink on Remus' face made his scars stand out even more than normal.

"Umm, maybe later Remus. How exactly do you know?" Oh god what if Lyra could tell, or Charlie, he would never live it down if they told Ron.

"I could smell him on you Harry." Harry could have sworn he washed well enough and he had even used a cleaning charm before leaving Draco's bed.

"So you know who he is then?"

"I'm a bit surprised at your decision Harry, how long has it been going on between you and Draco?"

"Not long, it was just, well... its was unexpected." The floor was suddenly a very interesting place too look, wow the tile looked like it had gold veins running through it!!

"He isn't forcing you is he?"

"No."

"No coercion, spells, potions, blackmail?" Harry rolled his eyes.

"No Remus, I wanted to be with him, he didn't force me into anything." Remus gave Harry a proud smile and patted him roughly on the back.

"I doubt someone could force you into anything Harry."

"Are you going to tell anyone else?"

"Of course not Harry, it will be up to you and Draco to decide whether you want others to know about your relationship, but from personal experience, its very hard to keep relationships from your best friends, when James found out about Sirius and I, well lets just say it did not go over well."

"But why, I thought dad would be happy for you?"

"Relationships between two men are not generally accepted in the wizarding world. Most will turn a blind eye to the sexual aspect, but only when its not serious. If it crosses the line to turning down the opposite gender all together, it's not viewed as proper. In the wizarding world, its is seen as almost a crime to not have children, and since two of the same sex cannot reproduce, well you get the point."

"But what about surrogate mothers and sperm donors?"

"Those are muggle concepts Harry. In wizarding society a mother of the child marries the father of said child even if neither wants the marriage. Some families have been known to magically coerce their unwed children into marriage, simply for the sake of the child they created. Children of those kind of unions are ostracized from society, its a very unkind fate to be a bastard in this world. Even if two men or two women love each other, they wouldn't want to put that kind of mark on a child they could have through those methods."

"Well it doesn't matter for me anyway, we aren't serious, its just, well, its just what it is."

"Alright then Harry, but you might want to go back to your room and cast a cleaning spell internally, if Sirius decides to be Padfoot today, he'll know right away."

"Thanks Remus."

"No problem Harry."

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Taking Remus' advice Harry went back to his rooms, once again avoiding the sleepy Ginny and slipping into the bathroom. A quick and rather embarrassing spell later, Harry was washing off the tip of his wand when the door leading to Ron's room opened. The bleary eyed and very naked red head didn't even look up at Harry as he made his way to the toilet, sat down and proceeded to do his business. Harry's gagging at the horrifying smell and subsequent exit out of the bathroom didn't even register with the half asleep Weasley. Closing the door firmly behind him Harry realized in his haste to escape the nose damaging smell; he had gone through the wrong door and was now face to face with Hermionie.

"Harry?" Her face was tear streaked and her breath smelled like stale butterbeer, how much damage could one nose take to early in the morning?

"Hi Mione." She looked at him like he was a difficult question on a test, analyzing him. After a few seconds she looked down to her hands, pinching the skin on her arm firmly then stared at the red welt she left before looking back up at Harry and throwing her arms around the black haired boy.

"Is it really you Harry?" He put his arms around her slender waist and sighed into her bushy hair.

"Its me Hermione" She pulled back from the embrace, a fresh batch of tears pouring down her face, and put her hands on the dark haired boys face, turning it side to side before stepping back and circling Harry, looking him up and down.

"Well you look like Harry, but how do I know, people just don't come back from the veil." It took nearly twenty minutes and three different polyjuice and glamor detection spells for Hermione to finally break down once again into relieved sobs in Harry's arms. Harry held the blubbering girl, whispering calmly that he was alright and promising not to scare her like that again. It took a few minutes to calm her down, and she finally regained her composure just as Ron walked out of the bathroom, fresh from his shower and toweling his hair, knocking them all to the floor.

"Mione, why where you just standing there like that? I thought you were going to join me?" Ron's voice was muffled by the towel as it had gotten wrapped around the redhead's face as he fell. Finally pulling the offending fabric from his head he came face to face with his dearly departed best mate. Thankfully he was already on the floor, he didn't have far to fall as he fainted dead away.