Ferinus Consanguinitas
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
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16,768
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134
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No Longer Pure
“Don’t worry Harry, we can fix this.” Sirius sat in the wing backed chair across from his bed and began flipping though the confiscated book. Harry just watched with a heavy heart as his godfather was becoming unhinged. He wasn’t sure what to do or say to help, but he was sure of one thing.
“Sirius, what if I don’t want to fix it.” Harry didn’t have much time to think about the consequences of his situation yet, but he had seen the proof show up on the family scroll. He knew that even though his child was probably only a few hundred cells at most at the moment, it was still his child. Nothing Sirius or anyone could say would make him think different.
“Of course you want to fix it Harry that is crazy. You’re far too young to have a little brat to take care of, and we don’t even know what that thing is going to do to you. For all you know it could just be a deatheater plot to kill you.” Sirius was flipping through the pages of the book faster and faster, barely skimming the words.
“I think if it was a plot to kill me, it would have been easier to slip me some poison instead of impregnating me.” Harry sat down on the bed and watched as his godfather neared the end of the book. The last few pages were nearly ripped from their bindings as Sirius threw the book across the room and began pacing the length of the room.
“It’s not here! She must have taken it, hiding things, not wanting me to remember. Oh but I remember, I read it once, when he left his journals out. He was writing about shadow demons…. Unnatural freaks, Regulus knew it too; knew that they had no place…. That they shouldn’t exist…. We should just kill them all.” Harry closed his eyes and tried to fight back his tears, on top of everything else that he had to deal with, his godfather was falling apart in front of him.
“Sirius, you need to calm down.” Remus was standing at the door, a vial of potion in his hand.
“Stay away Remus. I’m not taking that, she poisoned it, you can’t trust her!” Harry raised his wand.
“Petrificus Totalus.” Sirius would have crashed to the floor if Remus had not caught him with a levitation spell.
“I don’t think that was necessary Harry.”
“Just give him the potion.” Remus knelt down beside Sirius and poured the potion into his mouth before releasing the spell. Sirius sat up quickly, and spit out the small amount of potion that didn’t go down his throat.
“You’re all in on it! They got to you all…Stay back...stay.” He fell asleep quickly and was snoring while Remus levitated him on to the bed. Harry picked up the book Sirius threw and placed it on the nightstand. A symbol embossed into the leather caught his eye. It looked exactly like the locket he and Dumbledore found in the cave. Harry picked the book back up and flipped through the first pages. There words inside were jumbled and meaningless except for the initials inked into the front page.
R.A.B
"Pompfrey won’t be able to come until tomorrow morning. Why don’t you get some rest? I’ll try to keep everyone away for awhile.”Harry looked up from the book as the werewolf spoke.
“Thanks Remus.” Harry went to the room he shared with Ron and began rummaging through his trunk. Finally he located the locket and sat on his bed to compare it to the book. They were exactly the same, but what use was a book that he couldn’t read. Harry flipped open the front cover to compare the initials written on the piece of parchment from the locket, and to his surprise the words on the page were no longer a jumbled mess.
*--------------*
August 21, 1974
It is Sirius’ 17th birthday today. Not that he is here to celebrate. Mother gave me this journal today. She has been waiting to give this to Sirius since his first spout of accidental magic. I think she just wanted to forget about him. She told me that all heirs to the Black family needed to keep journals. She gave me a locket as well, told me that only I would be able to read the journal as long as I wore the locket. So I can write whatever I want which is good, I really need someone to talk to. I miss my brother.
August 23, 1974
Mother received an owl from the Potter’s saying Sirius would be staying with them from now on. I don’t think I have ever seen her so angry. She nearly killed Kreatcher when he brought her tea with sugar instead of honey. He has been hiding in my room for the past hour. Mother tries not to show it, but I know she misses Sirius. I don’t understand why he betrayed us like this. How could he choose those blood traitors over his own family? Only a few more days until start of term, I’ll be a fourth year. It will be nice to get out of the house.
August 30, 1974
We went to Diagon Alley today to pick up a few items for school. I got a new broom, a Nimbus 1800, best racing broom money can buy. We are going to cream those Gryffindors this year.
September 1, 1974
Sirius and his gang were messing with Snape again; I don’t know why they hate him so much. The welcoming ceremony was the same as last year, though it was strange not having Lucius and Narcissa there. All of the new seventh years looked a bit lost without the Slytherin Prince and Princess to order them around. Crabby and Goyle are the worst of them though; I don’t know how they even made it to seventh year. It may be very unpureblood of me, but I hope those two never breed. Our society just doesn’t need more idiots like them. I wonder if Lucius took the mark over the summer. He was bragging about it last year, but I don’t know if he will go through with it. I guess it’s either take the mark or be disowned for him. Cousin Bella has already joined with her husband. She visited over the summer and told me a few stories about the raids. I can’t wait till I graduate and can join as well.
September 6, 1974
I made Seeker!! Finally, no more backup seeker, I am first string. Rosier can take his Cleansweep and shove it.
October 5, 1974
I haven’t had much time to write. If we have this much work in fourth year, than how am I ever going to keep up with my OWLS? Slughorn has suggested I get a tutor; the mudblood Evans has graciously accepted. I hope mother doesn’t find out.
October 8, 1974
All the Hogsmeade trips have been canceled for the year. I wish mother would send me treats like she used to send Sirius.
October 25, 1974
We won our first game of the season. It was just Hufflepuff so it is not that impressive. I saw Sirius today; he was showing a letter from Andromeda to his friends. It had a picture of her daughter in it as well; I think her name is Nymphadora. I didn’t get a very close look, but it seemed as if her hair was pink. Very strange.
October 31, 1974
I just got back from the Halloween feast; it wasn’t very fun this year. Snape caught Sirius and his gang trying to spike the punch bowl, but they turned it back on him and told McGonagall it was Snape who did it. No one in Slytherin stood up for him even though we all saw what happened.
November 7, 1974
We barely beat Ravenclaw this time; their mudblood seeker almost knocked me off my broom. Maybe if he got his nose out of his damn books and learned how to fly they would win more often.
November 14, 1974
Snape punched me today. The mudblood Evans was trying to show me how to make a blood replenishing potion. I asked her if it worked the same on her dirty blood as it did with true wizards. I guess she has a one man fan club that was not too happy when I made her cry. I guess filthy halfbloods like him can only find mudblood friends. No wonder Slytherin house won’t stand up for him.
November 20, 1974
From bad to worse, Evans decided she no longer wanted to tutor me in potions, so Slughorn assigned me Snape. I know he is planning something.
December 3, 1974
My eyebrows are gone. That halfblood basterd threw something in my potion and it blew up in my face. Tomorrow is quidditch pictures as well, Snape will pay.
January 26, 1974
Finally I can write again. My journal went missing right after the Gryffindor quidditch game. I think their team took it in retaliation to us beating them so badly. Maybe they thought it was the play book. Professor McGonagall returned it to me during class today.
February 14, 1975
I’m not sure that I can write this. It’s hard to even think about. I can’t.
February 21, 1975
It has been a week since that night. I know neither of us was in control of ourselves, but I can’t help blaming him. Why did this happen? He gave me a healing potion the day after.
March 15, 1975
I think I am ready to write this. I thought the chocolates were from the MacDonald girl in Hufflepuff, but they were from the Marauders. They were laced with a very strong lust potion. I was eating them during my potions tutoring session. I gave one to Snape as well for helping me pass my last test. The heat came on fast, animalistic. There was no kissing or soft touches, I still had the taste of the chocolate in my mouth by the time my bare chest hit the desk. It hurt so much and yet at the time it was all I wanted. I feel sick.
March 20, 1975
I don’t think I can write anymore after this. Every time I open this book I see That entry. The memory isn’t fading.
June 25, 1975
I found Snape crying in his dorm room today. He called Evans a mudblood a few days ago; she won’t talk to him now. I kissed him. I don’t know why I did, but he didn’t kiss me back. It made him stop crying though.
June 26, 1975
The train ride home was uneventful. Snape won’t look me in the eyes; I don’t blame him. I still don’t know why I kissed him, but I want to do it again. What is wrong with me? I won’t be writing over the summer. I don’t want to even chance that father will see what I have written here. It would be worse than disowned, he would kill me.
“Sirius, what if I don’t want to fix it.” Harry didn’t have much time to think about the consequences of his situation yet, but he had seen the proof show up on the family scroll. He knew that even though his child was probably only a few hundred cells at most at the moment, it was still his child. Nothing Sirius or anyone could say would make him think different.
“Of course you want to fix it Harry that is crazy. You’re far too young to have a little brat to take care of, and we don’t even know what that thing is going to do to you. For all you know it could just be a deatheater plot to kill you.” Sirius was flipping through the pages of the book faster and faster, barely skimming the words.
“I think if it was a plot to kill me, it would have been easier to slip me some poison instead of impregnating me.” Harry sat down on the bed and watched as his godfather neared the end of the book. The last few pages were nearly ripped from their bindings as Sirius threw the book across the room and began pacing the length of the room.
“It’s not here! She must have taken it, hiding things, not wanting me to remember. Oh but I remember, I read it once, when he left his journals out. He was writing about shadow demons…. Unnatural freaks, Regulus knew it too; knew that they had no place…. That they shouldn’t exist…. We should just kill them all.” Harry closed his eyes and tried to fight back his tears, on top of everything else that he had to deal with, his godfather was falling apart in front of him.
“Sirius, you need to calm down.” Remus was standing at the door, a vial of potion in his hand.
“Stay away Remus. I’m not taking that, she poisoned it, you can’t trust her!” Harry raised his wand.
“Petrificus Totalus.” Sirius would have crashed to the floor if Remus had not caught him with a levitation spell.
“I don’t think that was necessary Harry.”
“Just give him the potion.” Remus knelt down beside Sirius and poured the potion into his mouth before releasing the spell. Sirius sat up quickly, and spit out the small amount of potion that didn’t go down his throat.
“You’re all in on it! They got to you all…Stay back...stay.” He fell asleep quickly and was snoring while Remus levitated him on to the bed. Harry picked up the book Sirius threw and placed it on the nightstand. A symbol embossed into the leather caught his eye. It looked exactly like the locket he and Dumbledore found in the cave. Harry picked the book back up and flipped through the first pages. There words inside were jumbled and meaningless except for the initials inked into the front page.
R.A.B
"Pompfrey won’t be able to come until tomorrow morning. Why don’t you get some rest? I’ll try to keep everyone away for awhile.”Harry looked up from the book as the werewolf spoke.
“Thanks Remus.” Harry went to the room he shared with Ron and began rummaging through his trunk. Finally he located the locket and sat on his bed to compare it to the book. They were exactly the same, but what use was a book that he couldn’t read. Harry flipped open the front cover to compare the initials written on the piece of parchment from the locket, and to his surprise the words on the page were no longer a jumbled mess.
*--------------*
August 21, 1974
It is Sirius’ 17th birthday today. Not that he is here to celebrate. Mother gave me this journal today. She has been waiting to give this to Sirius since his first spout of accidental magic. I think she just wanted to forget about him. She told me that all heirs to the Black family needed to keep journals. She gave me a locket as well, told me that only I would be able to read the journal as long as I wore the locket. So I can write whatever I want which is good, I really need someone to talk to. I miss my brother.
August 23, 1974
Mother received an owl from the Potter’s saying Sirius would be staying with them from now on. I don’t think I have ever seen her so angry. She nearly killed Kreatcher when he brought her tea with sugar instead of honey. He has been hiding in my room for the past hour. Mother tries not to show it, but I know she misses Sirius. I don’t understand why he betrayed us like this. How could he choose those blood traitors over his own family? Only a few more days until start of term, I’ll be a fourth year. It will be nice to get out of the house.
August 30, 1974
We went to Diagon Alley today to pick up a few items for school. I got a new broom, a Nimbus 1800, best racing broom money can buy. We are going to cream those Gryffindors this year.
September 1, 1974
Sirius and his gang were messing with Snape again; I don’t know why they hate him so much. The welcoming ceremony was the same as last year, though it was strange not having Lucius and Narcissa there. All of the new seventh years looked a bit lost without the Slytherin Prince and Princess to order them around. Crabby and Goyle are the worst of them though; I don’t know how they even made it to seventh year. It may be very unpureblood of me, but I hope those two never breed. Our society just doesn’t need more idiots like them. I wonder if Lucius took the mark over the summer. He was bragging about it last year, but I don’t know if he will go through with it. I guess it’s either take the mark or be disowned for him. Cousin Bella has already joined with her husband. She visited over the summer and told me a few stories about the raids. I can’t wait till I graduate and can join as well.
September 6, 1974
I made Seeker!! Finally, no more backup seeker, I am first string. Rosier can take his Cleansweep and shove it.
October 5, 1974
I haven’t had much time to write. If we have this much work in fourth year, than how am I ever going to keep up with my OWLS? Slughorn has suggested I get a tutor; the mudblood Evans has graciously accepted. I hope mother doesn’t find out.
October 8, 1974
All the Hogsmeade trips have been canceled for the year. I wish mother would send me treats like she used to send Sirius.
October 25, 1974
We won our first game of the season. It was just Hufflepuff so it is not that impressive. I saw Sirius today; he was showing a letter from Andromeda to his friends. It had a picture of her daughter in it as well; I think her name is Nymphadora. I didn’t get a very close look, but it seemed as if her hair was pink. Very strange.
October 31, 1974
I just got back from the Halloween feast; it wasn’t very fun this year. Snape caught Sirius and his gang trying to spike the punch bowl, but they turned it back on him and told McGonagall it was Snape who did it. No one in Slytherin stood up for him even though we all saw what happened.
November 7, 1974
We barely beat Ravenclaw this time; their mudblood seeker almost knocked me off my broom. Maybe if he got his nose out of his damn books and learned how to fly they would win more often.
November 14, 1974
Snape punched me today. The mudblood Evans was trying to show me how to make a blood replenishing potion. I asked her if it worked the same on her dirty blood as it did with true wizards. I guess she has a one man fan club that was not too happy when I made her cry. I guess filthy halfbloods like him can only find mudblood friends. No wonder Slytherin house won’t stand up for him.
November 20, 1974
From bad to worse, Evans decided she no longer wanted to tutor me in potions, so Slughorn assigned me Snape. I know he is planning something.
December 3, 1974
My eyebrows are gone. That halfblood basterd threw something in my potion and it blew up in my face. Tomorrow is quidditch pictures as well, Snape will pay.
January 26, 1974
Finally I can write again. My journal went missing right after the Gryffindor quidditch game. I think their team took it in retaliation to us beating them so badly. Maybe they thought it was the play book. Professor McGonagall returned it to me during class today.
February 14, 1975
I’m not sure that I can write this. It’s hard to even think about. I can’t.
February 21, 1975
It has been a week since that night. I know neither of us was in control of ourselves, but I can’t help blaming him. Why did this happen? He gave me a healing potion the day after.
March 15, 1975
I think I am ready to write this. I thought the chocolates were from the MacDonald girl in Hufflepuff, but they were from the Marauders. They were laced with a very strong lust potion. I was eating them during my potions tutoring session. I gave one to Snape as well for helping me pass my last test. The heat came on fast, animalistic. There was no kissing or soft touches, I still had the taste of the chocolate in my mouth by the time my bare chest hit the desk. It hurt so much and yet at the time it was all I wanted. I feel sick.
March 20, 1975
I don’t think I can write anymore after this. Every time I open this book I see That entry. The memory isn’t fading.
June 25, 1975
I found Snape crying in his dorm room today. He called Evans a mudblood a few days ago; she won’t talk to him now. I kissed him. I don’t know why I did, but he didn’t kiss me back. It made him stop crying though.
June 26, 1975
The train ride home was uneventful. Snape won’t look me in the eyes; I don’t blame him. I still don’t know why I kissed him, but I want to do it again. What is wrong with me? I won’t be writing over the summer. I don’t want to even chance that father will see what I have written here. It would be worse than disowned, he would kill me.