Ferinus Consanguinitas

Wow guys, I know it has been a long damn time since I updated, but I have reasons and I think damn good ones. Anyway, I am currently four months pregnant and I just (finally) received my associates degree!! Yay, life is great!! Yeah, so I didn't abandon this story or anything, its just been a bit hectic around here. On with the story

This chapter is unbeta'd



Breakfast was interesting to say the least. After finally reviving his semi nude best mate (with the help of Hermione), Harry was only able to explain half of what he had been through before the door burst open and he was enveloped by a sobbing Mrs. Weasley. The redheaded matriarch had finally recovered from her own fainting spell caused by Sirius' arrival at the breakfast table earlier that morning. Barely able to catch his breath after his near suffocation in Mrs. Weasley's ample bosom, Harry was promptly dragged downstairs admist Ron's begging for an explanation to why his dead best friend had been miraculously revived. Angry voices were heard behind the door as they went towards the dining room, but they all stopped as the doors were opened and Harry was pulled to his spot at the large table by Mrs. Weasley. Most of the redheaded family was absent from this mornings breakfast, only the two youngest were in the room. Harry wondered where Charlie had gone off too. Ron and Hermione sat on either side of him and directly across from a gaping Ginny. The youngest Weasley must have woken while he was talking with Hermione. Her blotchy face lit up with happiness as she dashed from her seat and around the table, landing in Harry's lap. Mrs. Weasley tutted her youngest as she levitated a massive amount of food onto Harry's plate.

"Well if that little display didn't put me off eating, I'm not sure what would." Narcissa patted her mouth with the corner of her napkin before setting it calmly next to her plate and glaring at the redhead firmly bound in a very embarrassed and uncomfortable Harry's lap. Luicius and Lyra sat on either side of the blond woman. At least two chairs sat between them and everyone else at the table.

"Cissa darling, perhaps it would be best if we left our guests to have their little reunion." Lucius' voice was the kindest Harry had ever heard from the man, and he gently squeezed his wife's hand as he spoke.

"But Lucius dear, I haven't properly welcomed my dearest cousin back to the living yet, and someone should really tell Mr. Potter to not be such a slag, jumping from one person to the next so easily." Ginny jumped from her place in Harry's lap, wand out and pointing at the lady of the manor, but her signature bat bogey hex was interrupted by a reprimanding yet gentle voice.

"Narcissa, that was quite rude. Mother would be very displeased to hear you insulting your guests." A woman Harry had never seen before had entered the room while Narcissa was speaking, at first glance he could have sworn it was Bellatrix Lestrange. And it seemed as if Narcissa thought the same thing.

"B..Bella? No, no, no, your dead, your DEAD! Severus killed you, HE KILLED YOU!! YOU CAN'T HAVE MY SON, YOU BITCH!!!!" Lucius grabbed his wife's hand as she raised her wand, yelling out the first few syllables of the killing curse at her sister. Everyone at the table had moved their hands towards their wands, but the kinder and less insane looking version of Bellatrix did not flinch. Lucius' hushed tones overcame the silence in the room as he held his hysterical wife, their foreheads pressed together as he cupped her cheeks with his hands, thumbs brushing away her tears.

"Lyra, can you go make her potion please?" He lead his now subdued wife from the room, under the saddened gaze of her elder sister.

"Of course Lucius." Lyra rose from her spot at table, ignoring the glares from those she passed.

"Ahh, so the little Snapette really did follow in daddy's footsteps." Sirius barked out as she passed behind him, a one fingered salute was her response as she walked out of the door. Her gesture only made Sirius laugh as the tables attention turned back to their newly arrived guest, well, most of the tables attention.

"Snapette? What do you mean by that?" Ron's question was throughly ignored as Sirius' booming voice was heard once again.

"Well that was quite a welcome don't you think Andromeda?" He stood from his seat, wrapping his arms around his elder cousin in a bone crushing embrace.

"Sirius, I never thought I would see your smiling face again. I'm happy that you have been returned to us." She said in a calm voiced as she straighted out her robes, crumpled by Sirius' welcome.

"Couldn't disappoint my favorite cousin now could I?" He was acting much better than he had last night, but he still had a maniacal look to him. He guided her to a chair beside Remus but seemed reluctant to release her hand. Andromeda gently uncurled his fingers from hers and turned to hug her hopefully future son in law.

"Remus, we were so worried, it took us all night to calm Dora down when she found out you went through the veil." Remus looked a bit surprised at the warm embrace he received but smiled brightly as he was welcomed as a son.

"How did she find out? I didn't see anything in this morning's paper." He pulled out her chair for her and helped her push it in before retaking his seat.

"A representative from the Ministry came to St. Mungos to tell us the "good news" as he put it, that you had been successfully put down and the imperious curse should be broken. Teddy is still with her, we hope she will be released this afternoon."

"That is good, I was afraid we were going to have to bust her out of the mental ward." Remus's tone was lighthearted, but at the same time everyone knew he was quite serious about getting his finance back to him. The table was silent for a few moments as everyone partook of the wonderful breakfast in front of them. It was Andromeda that broke the silence.

"Is my sister truly dead?" The tone was quite, but not saddened, perhaps relieved.

"Yes, Snape killed her when Lyra was helping Draco to escape from You Know Who."

"Who is Lyra?" Andromeda asked, surprisingly, its was Hermione who answered.

"Snape's daughter." Ron spit out his partially masticated sausage all over his plate and the surrounding table.

"You knew Hermione?"

"Of course I knew, really Ronald, its wasn't that hard to figure out. Who else would possible have Professor McGonagall as a godmother and Lucius Malfoy as a godfather for their child." Remus looked a bit embarrassed that he had not figured it out prior to his young student, but really he had a lot on his mind. He finished his breakfast first and at everyone insistence began to inform everyone of what had happened behind the veil. Letting the Remus do the story telling, Harry tucked in to finish his rather large breakfast, only adding commentary as needed.

"How did you know I went through the veil as well?" Harry mumbled through a mouthful of toast. Mrs Weasley spoke to answer his question.

"Your name on the family clock, it went to deceased, still there actually. We checked the family trees as well when Sirius surprised us this morning; you, Sirius and Draco as well are still labeled as dead." Harry nodded and swallowed his food before speaking again.

"What about Remus and Lyra, are they still marked dead on the family trees?" Remus was the one who answer this time.

"I'm not sure about Lyra, but I am not on any family scrolls since I am not a pureblood, you are actually one of the very few with muggle blood to be put on a family scroll, but your dad insisted and your grandparents finally relented, James was rather spoiled."

"Our guess is that your magic was cut from our realm when you all passed thought the veil and to the shadow realm respectively, for now I believe it would be a good idea to not reestablish the magical link, our enemies have access to the family trees as well in their own households. Let them think that you are dead, it will give us an advantage."

"But what about our allies who aren't in the Order, won't they lose hope if they believe that Harry is dead?"

"That is a sacrifice I think we will have to make, when the time is right, we can let the world know that their savior is still among the living." Harry wasn't the only one at the table that snorted at the term savior. A few reports were given by some late comers before the meeting began to wind down and take on a more relaxed atmosphere. It wasn't long before it changed into a belated birthday party for Harry. Cake was cut, presents opened and admired, and an impromptu karaoke spell was created by a inebriated Hermione Granger that had Mad Eye and Kingsley singing a rather risqy song about the joys of handing one's "wand". Harry wasn't sure whether it was the firewiskey with butterbeer chasers or the imagery that song produced, but life found him praying to the porcelain god only minutes later. Hermione entered the same bathroom as Harry, who was now sprawled out on the cold marble floor, trying to cool down from his alcohol induced fever. But as Harry was normally a proper gentleman when it came to females in distress, he got up to hold back her bushy hair as she emptied her stomach as well. Now leaning back to back (neither was sober enough to try a breath freshing charm) they both promised themselves to never drink and eat cake at the same time again.

"Come on Harry, lets see if Lyra has any sobriety potions, I think we both drank a bit too much." There is no one like Hermione to state the obvious.

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"What are you making?" Hermione asked as she tapped Lyra on the shoulder, causing the young women to jump into the air, splashing herself with the liquid from the vial in her hand, as she spun around.

"Gah!! Don't sneak up on me like that!!" Her hand was placed in the middle of her chest, looking as if she was trying to calm her heart. Harry and Hermione both were having a hard time not laughing at Lyra's partially blue stained face.

"Sorry, I thought you realized we were here." Hermione snickered as Lyra caught sight of her reflection in one of the highly shined cauldrons on the shelf.

"This is going to take forever to come off.......I kinda zone out when I'm brewing, sorry to have yelled, you just startled me." Scrubbing on the blue substance didn't seem to help at all, so she threw the rag down and turned back to her potion.

"Are you sure your Snape's daughter, I don't ever recall him apologizing." Lyra gave a bitter laugh as she refilled the vial from a bottle reading blueberry juice and poured it slowly into the potion.

"We may share the same blood, but are attitudes can be somewhat different. Wow, smells like you two emptied a liquor cabinet." Lyra stirred the potion a few times before walking over to the finish potions lined up on the shelves and grabbed out two bottles of sobriety potion. Both teenagers gratefully chugged the brew.

"Well it looks like you share his love of potions." Headaches receding and stomachs no longer set to explode but Harry and Hermione in much better spirits.

"Yes we do have that in common, and to answer your earlier question I am making a very complicated and vastly superior form of a cheering potion." Yeah that was Snape's superiority complex shining through in his offspring, Lyra's haughty tone and trademark smirk finished off the image nicely... up until she broke into a bright smile.

"Cheering potion? I didn't know there was such a thing as a cheering potion, does it work like the charm?" Harry shook his head at his best friends ever inquisitive mind.

"Sort of, the original Cheering potion isn't used very often anymore because it couldn't be produced in mass quantities, the Elixir to Induce Euphoria replaced it for common use many years ago." Hermione looked quite interested as Lyra continued stirring and explaining the process and why and how the potions differed, Harry instead looked around the room, taking in the same sights as all the other potions rooms he had been in. Dead animals, dried plants, finished bottles of potions lined up on the wooden shelves. His eyes caught on the the same lilac blue color of the potion he had taken less than 2 weeks ago, he picked up one of the delicate bottles, reading the meticulous handwriting on the label, it was the same potion. Harry couldn't understand the reason Draco was so angry about him taking this stupid potion. Harry felt like smashing the glass bottle against the wall.

"Instead of giving just a false sense of happiness, this actually will suppress the memories that make you unhappy, I'm just trying to figure a way to have it work without totally suppressing ones personality. Sometimes bad memories can be good, sometimes its those memories that make you who you are." Both Lyra and Hermione nodded at the same time, must be a female wavelength thing. Harry hoped they would stop talking soon so he could get his questions in, but that would require Hermione to leave. If Lyra wouldn't tell just him, then she defiantly wouldn't tell them both.

"Are all three of these cauldrons the same potion?"

"Yes, it has to be made individually for it to work, something of that person much go into their potion."

"What do you use?"

"Hair mostly, but if it needs to be stronger, suppress more, then I use blood."

"So who are these for?"

"That one is for Narcissa, you saw how she was earlier, and that was only a day without, I should have made more before I left."

"And the others?"

"I made a weak version for Sirius, Remus thought it would be good for him, and this one will be for Draco." Harry was jolted out of his mental plots of having Hermione make him some veritaserum to get Lyra to talk as he heard his godfather's name and even more so as he heard Draco's.

"Why does Draco need the potion?" Hermione looked at Harry strangely, wondering why he chose this point to join the conversation. Lyra picked up a vial filled with blood, and slowly poured it into the green mixture, before taking the finished potion off the heat. Her expression was filled with a bitter sadness as she spoke.

"You think a month with his darling Aunt Bella would leave him sane?"

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A drunken Ron found and dragged them both out of Lyra's lab a few minutes later, Harry missing another opportunity to find out more about the potion. He was determined to wring the information out of her, but he know that she wouldn't talk if anyone else was around. Feigning fatigue Harry returned to his room for some peace and quite to think in, he didn't quite know how to feel about what he had just learned about Draco. The more he thought on it, the more sense the blonde's behavior made. Draco wouldn't willingly want to spend time with him, and Narcissa's kindness towards him should have been a dead give away that she was drugged. How could he have been so stupid to believe that they had changed on their own. Harry felt like a rapist, true he had been the one getting hammered into the bed, but he couldn't help but feel like he was the one that took advantage of Draco's mental state. Harry was the one who initiated the encounter, ravishing him, forcing him into something that in his right mind Draco would have never wanted, but the potion had almost worn off last night, maybe Draco really did want to be with him, not in a boyfriend type of way, but defiantly sexual in nature. Just remembering last nights encounter sent heat down Harry spine, his hole twitching at his memories. Wait...what!! Yes.... his anus had just twitched at the thought of the blond. That had defiantly never happened before, and prior to this insane week Harry was having, a twitching anus was not something that he would have associated with arousal. Harry groaned at the thoughts bouncing off the walls of skull, why couldn't he have been content with Ginny instead of having to deal with a "quite literally" insane blond that would never return his feelings. Another pause in the realm of Harry's mind, "returned feelings", to have feelings returned would mean that Harry would have to be feeling something for the gray eyed bombshell in the first place. But how could he, it was just sex between them, the most amazing sex of his life of course, but that was a given, Harry had been a virgin before going to Draco's bed. It wouldn't matter anyway, even if Harry did have feelings for the blond, they would never be returned so why worry about it.