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Ferinus Consanguinitas

By: railynn2001
folder Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 29
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Deserving Punishments

a/n sorry this is taking so long guys, I'm just seriously depressed about the last book, it was kind of a let down for me and it hard to throw back into the characters now, but anyway i can just create my own ending, so on with the story!!

Beta'd by Night the Storyteller

Breakfast the next morning was an interesting affair. Having woken up in a good mood, Harry decided that he would make food for his relatives as always to try to lessen the tension developed yesterday. He went down to the kitchen before everyone else had even woken up and began collecting everything he would need for pancakes. He had an armful of ingredients and was trying to reach a bowl when he remembered he could legally use magic at his home, sure Lyra had told him to limit himself, but what could it hurt? So using a few of the spells that he had seen Mrs. Weasley perform countless times he had breakfast done and ready on the table in record time. He had just finished levitating the full tea kettle off the stove and onto the tray when his Aunt Petunia walked into the kitchen and paled at the sight of the evil piece of wood.

"Oh so the little deviant is feeling better this morning, is he?"

Harry quickly hid his wand in his pants and turned around to see Marge coming to stand beside Petunia in the doorway. He had forgotten that she had come over last night and would be staying at the house for a few more days.

"Stop gawking and fix me some tea, ungrateful little brat, having poor Petunia make you dinner last night, you look healthy enough to me. I bet you were just faking to get some sympathy, well you won't be getting any from me."

'That was close' thought Harry as he picked the tray up and followed the two women into the dining room where Vernon and Dudley had already begun to eat. After putting the tray down he went back into the kitchen to make himself some more food, it was better for his own sanity and Marge's health if they weren't in the same room together. Though he was sorely tempted to see what would she look like with slugs coming out of her nose. He fixed himself a couple pancakes from the leftover batter, wishing that he hadn't put all the sausages on the table, he had really been looking forward to some this morning.

"Boy gets in here and cleans off this table, and let Ripper in from the backyard while you’re at it" Marge screamed a few minutes later.

"Oh nonsense Marge, the boy is still a bit sick and he should probably go back upstairs to his room. I'll clean off the table and Duddy can let Ripper in, right darling?" Harry looked around the corner to see his Aunt giving her son a pleading look, Dudley looked back at her quite confused, mouth slightly opened.

"Now. Dudley" Vernon said in a low authoritative voice that Harry had only ever heard directing at him, never at his cousin.

"Well this is outrageous, he is well enough to make breakfast and not to clean the table? You are giving him way to much leeway Vernon, he is playing on your kindness and trying to trick you into thinking that he is sick."

"I actually made breakfast this morning Marge, the boy was just in the kitchen getting some water and now he is going back upstairs so we don't get sick." His Aunt quickly lied. Marge still looked unconvinced, but didn't say anything else as Harry left to go upstairs. Dudley glared at Harry as he walked away, angry that he had to actually do something for once. When he walked into his room he had to duck as an excited ball of feathers flew around the room. A silencing spell, a broken lamp, and 10 minutes later he finally was able to get his letter from Pig.

Harry,

We got your letter yesterday and Tonks told us you would be able to get mail now. Everyone is doing good here, not much going on though, Dad said we might be able to visit sometime soon but Mom doesn't think it is such a good idea. The ministry is watching all the floo networks, but Bill thinks he has found a way to block them from knowing that we are using them. He said a week at most and he will have it done, so as long as Mom says it’s okay, then Mione and me should be able to see you before your birthday, then perhaps we can do some planning for our search.

Ron

P.S. Everyone says hi

P.P.S Mione found a way to charm the letters so only the recipient can read them, so to anyone else this will just look like a blank paper. She will show it to you when we see you next.


Harry wrote a short reply back to Ron, told him to be sure and warned him if he was coming since Marge was still in the house. He stayed in his room for most of the morning and into the early afternoon, only coming out to use the loo. He was reading a DADA book that Hermione had let him borrow when he heard his door open. Carrying a plate and a glass, his Aunt came into his room, set down the food on his desk beside his book and turned to leave. As she was closing the door she paused.

"We are leaving the house, we will be back by nine and I expect you to be in your room by then, Marge will be leaving tomorrow morning and I don't want to lay eyes on you until she is gone. Do you understand me?" She was trying to use the tone that she normally would take when talking to Harry, but it came out timid and fearful.

"I understand Aunt Petunia" Should he feel hurt that his relatives were scared of him? Probably not considering who his relatives were, but he couldn't help a bit of sadness coming into his heart when he saw the fear in their eyes.

*-----*

It was the day after Aunt Marge left that Harry got the letter telling him that Ron and Hermione would be arriving at three that afternoon. They had planned their arrival so Vernon would still be at work, Petunia had a hair appointment so Dudley would be the only one at home when they arrived. But with a little help from a sleeping potion that Hermione had sent with the letter, Harry got him out of the way as well. They may no longer be bothering him, but he still didn't feel like dealing with their antics. His friends arrived right on time and Harry was beyond happy to see them. They went into the dining room and Harry brought out some snacks he had made for their arrival. Ron and Hermione sat very close to each other and Harry felt a bit of jealousy rise up in him as they talked about how their summers were going so far.

"So have you met Lyra yet?" Harry asked his friends, wondering what his friends thought of the dark haired woman.

"Most of the Order doesn't trust her, but I think she is wicked, and if Professor McGonagall trusts her than she is okay, right?" Hermione looked a bit angry with Ron's enthusiasm but quickly composed herself.

"Yeah Lyra is nice I suppose, though she has a rather bad temper and is a bit vindictive." She leaned forward a bit and talked with a quiet voice as if what she was saying would be overheard by the wrong people.

"What do you mean Mione?" Harry asked in the same quiet voice she had used.

"Well she put a hair colour changing potion into Lucius Malfoy's tea for calling her cat fat, though he is a bit overweight. So now every hair on his body randomly changes from bright pink all the way to blood red depending on his mood" Ron was clutching his sides laughing as Hermione talked.

"Yeah it was great, lasted for a full week, Fred and George have already asked her if she would be willing to let them sell the potion in their shop." Ron's entire face had turned as red as his hair, but Harry wasn't joining in on his mirth, he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Malfoy is at your house!!" he screamed, not understanding why a death eater who was supposed to be in Azkaban was staying with his friend.

"No he isn't at the Burrow mate, he is staying at the new headquarter." Ron still had tears in his eyes from laughing.

"You haven't heard Harry? Vol... Oh Ron stops your whining...Voldemort sent death eaters to kill Draco's mom after he didn't finish his task, she's alive, but not by much." Hermione looked sick.

"The Order was sent with a message that you-know-who was going to kill her and they were able to get there before Bellatrix finished her off, can you imagine torturing your own sister? Anyway, they brought Malfoy senior from Azkaban so he wouldn't be killed there and offered them both protection for information." Ron had stopped laughing, and looked a bit sick himself.

"What’s about Draco?" Harry asked, not even realizing that he had used his first name.

"No one knows, though he is still alive according to their family scroll, but who knows how long that will last?" Her sickened look had mostly disappeared and she looked surprisingly sad while talking about their school nemesis.

"Yeah mate, not many people disobey you-know-who and get away with it." Ron bowed his head a bit at this comment "I hate the git, but I don't really want to see him dead, and you can tell his parents really love him, I didn't think they would. It’s weird thinking of them as just another family that "he" destroyed, you know?"

"Well they brought it on themselves for following Voldemort in the first place." Harry didn't want to feel sorry for Lucius, that man deserved all the pain he was going through for the things he had done as a death eater. And Draco had been a git to him for six years now, well five actually since they barely talked last year except for the bathroom incident. Guilt crawled up his spine as he once again remembered the blood pouring from Draco's pale chest. He shook his head to chase away those thoughts and tried to rejoin the conversation with Ron and Hermione, which had thankfully switched to the anti-detection spell that Bill had created for Floo travel. Draco's face was stuck in his mind though, the haughty expression that he had when he found Harry in Umbridge's office during fifth year, the trademarked Malfoy sneer. He couldn't just forget how many times it had been directed at him nor the snide comments that went along with it, but for all his faults, he didn't deserve to die. Harry's good mood from his friends visiting had faded away, and he could only think about those haunting gray eyes brimming with tears.

a/n sorry its sort of a filler chapter and rather short

thank you Heksy for pointing out the broken sentences and spelling stuff, I went back through and hopefully its all fixed now if not just tell me again:) and thank you all who reviewed, you all make my day :)
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