Fathers, Godfathers, and Godsons...Oh My

I own nothing, except for my characters. You can't have Cassie, she's mine. Oh, I'm warning you now. If you hadn't read the first one, some of this is going to be really confusing. I tried to base this in the book's reality but I did add my own twists.


Sequel to A Whispered Confession Is All It Takes To Change Everything

Prologue

Draco followed after the other Ravenclaws, looking back more than once to say a silent good night to Harry and Hermione. They waved at him before the friends parted ways. He was more than a little nervous- he was terrified. A new House. A new Year. Creepy things attacking them on the train. Teaching on Monday. Oh Merlin, he was going to faint. He jumped when he felt a hand steady him.

He felt his face flush, realizing it was the seventh year Prefect. But the girl didn’t even look at him. Or rather she was doing a good job of pretending her hand still wasn’t gently on his arm. They snaked their way, pun intended, past the Gryffindors and down the corridor to where Draco knew the ‘secret’ library was.

They all gathered around the prefect boy. Silently watching the boy leading the way, “This is the most direct path to the Ravenclaw dormitories.” He gestured to the portrait next to him. The portrait, one of many that had been moving, shifted. What looked like stormy skies parting as an aged owl broke through the clouds to land on a branch. Hooting and transforming into an old wizard, “Password?”

The first years giggled and laughed softly at the portrait, “Arcânus Iter.” Draco grinned a little. Mysterious journey, very nice. The portrait opened, the prefect leading them inside. It was a lot like any other common room Draco had seen. Large and bright, there were places to sit everywhere and a roaring fire as the main focus with a large picture of the founder over it, “This is the Ravenclaw common room. Portals are for each year, first through seventh year. We begin in a clockwise fashion and move with each year. This is the Head of House, Professor Lappish.”

Professor Lappish was every bit as lively and quirky as Snape was dower and stern and Draco loved her instantly. She quirked an eyebrow at them, “Welcome to Ravenclaw. Now, you are all here for seven long and glorious years and I hope that you will do your house proud. Remember that as a Ravenclaw, we pride ourselves on intelligence, vigilance, and artistry. While you are here, try to keep out of the affairs of others, you will see what sort of House rivalry we have brewing in this school and look out for one another. The House is your family and Ravenclaw always take care of their own.”

She gave a small nod and gestured for the Prefect to continue, giving Draco a wink as she retired, “This way please.” They all trooped through the portal to see one set of stairs, “Girls are up the stairs, boys with me.” Cassie and the twins waved goodbye, Draco sighing and following the last of the boys through one more portal to a large dormitory.

Draco looked around, windows on all sides, one next to every bed and there were many of them. He spotted his off to one side, his trunk at the foot of the bed, “All your items have been brought up for you, this will be your home for the next year. Classes begin on Monday, breakfast at eight and your maps are on your desks. Good night.”

It felt a little odd. He was a third year, but he was in the first year dormitory. Yet, in a way it was better because in the third year dormitory he was surrounded on all sides by Ravenclaws that hated his guts. He was tapped on the shoulder and he spun around, hand half going for his wand before relaxing, “Sorry. You startled me.” The little first year jumped back with wide eyes.

“Whoa! Sorry! I, we were going to introduce ourselves.”

Nodding, “Right, well, I’m Draco Dumbledore.”

The little one paused to stare, “Weren’t you...”

Sighing, “Yes, Malfoy...not anymore...”

Shaking his head, “No, I meant- wait, you’re that escaped Death eater’s son?”

Draco felt his heart thud in his chest before speeding up. Trembling and staring, “Wha-...what escaped D-death eater?”

Fidgeting, getting really nervous, “Um, it was in the papers...a month or so ago there was a huge
magical shockwave that tore through the prison. Sirius Black and Lucius Malfoy, they both escaped from Azkerba- Draco!”

***

Ron looked like he was going to combust, throwing his robes at his bed, “Take it easy, Ron.”

Spinning around, glaring hotly at his best friend, “You like the fucking prick? How? WHY??”

Harry sighed and sat down on his bed, “Sit. Ron, sit, I’m only explaining this once.”

The redhead shifted on his feet before sitting down stiffly, looking defiant and angry and it wasn’t a
good combination, “So talk, already.”

Harry closed his eyes, forcing himself to have some patience with his best friend. He loved Ron like a brother, but Draco was going to literally be one, hopefully...someday. He couldn’t choose the redhead over the blond. And he hoped his best friend didn’t force him to, “You know what the Dursleys are like, Ron. Well, they were no different until one day...I don’t know, it’s like they snapped. I burned the bacon, big surprise, I always do. But instead of getting yelled at or smacked upside the head Vernon took the frying pan and he...” He couldn’t say it, instead pointing to the white scar under his lip. Ron’s eyes were impossibly wide, “Then Petunia and Dudley got in on it and...I don’t know, I was just on the ground with them kicking and hitting me...and I think I passed out. I don’t remember much of it.”

Ron shuddered and Harry paused to collect his thoughts, “They dragged me out to the back yard and threw me, and I mean literally, into a tool shed before locking me in.” Harry tried to distance himself from the memory. He didn’t like to think about it much less talk about it but they, all of them quietly listening, needed to know not just what he went through, but what Draco did for him, “...I was in there for days...I don’t know...but I just kept thinking over and over again that he’d save me...just hold on a little bit longer and he’d find a way...”

Neville was standing in the portway, stunned and listening attentively, “Who?”

Giving the brunette a small smile, “Draco.”

They were all stunned before shouting as a collective, “What?!”

Swallowing, “We’ve been writing all summer, he was my pen-owl. Well, we became friends. I guess he
figured out when no more letters came that something was wrong.”

Seamus sat on the edge of his bed, “What did he do?”

Gathering himself together, wand out and slamming the portrait shut for privacy and casting a privacy bubble around the room just like he’d watched Hermione do, “I want an oath from all of you that you will never utter what I am about to say.”

The boys glanced at one another before giving the oath. They couldn’t not know at this point, “So, what did he do?”

Glancing at Ron, “You heard that Draco was taken from his family. Did you know why?” Ron shook his head slightly, “His father. His father...well, I’ll say his father did something wrong and leave it at that. From what I gather they couldn’t get him away from Lucius fast enough if that tells you anything.” Faces somber, easily imagining it from what they knew of the wizard. “Well, Albus took him in, kept him at Hogwarts over the summer.” Grinning fondly, “He tricked Hagrid into coming out to London on a flying motorcycle from Hogwarts and threatened the Dursley’s into handing me over.”

Ron whistled, “Quite a trick since we can’t use our wands out of school.”

With a wicked smirk, “You can if you use an untraceable wand.”

Eyes bugging, “Say what???”

Nodding solemnly, “He swore a wizarding oath he’d kill them if I died. And at the time he had the means if it came to that.” Ron went as white as a sheet. Harry had been that close to dying? He could have lost his best friend? He groaned. He had the git to thank for it.

“Now, are we swearing to not tell the story or to leave out the illegal parts that could get Ma-er, Draco in trouble and/or expelled?”

Harry studied Dean for a moment before nodding. It would help Draco and him if more people knew. And as embarrassing as it was that he had needed saving, he owed the blond his life, “You’re swearing not to repeat anything that can get Draco or Albus in trouble. And no teasing about Lucius or I will be mad.”

Seamus cocked an eyebrow, “So our Headmaster is Albus, now?”

Sighing but deciding to lay it all out in the open, “He’s Draco’s father now...and he’s my guardian...so
yea, he is.”

Ron grabbed Harry’s wrist, “No more Dursleys?”

Shaking his head happily, “No more Dursleys.”

Gaping, “That means Malfoy, dammit, Draco is your bloody brother now??”

There were gasps and gapes all around. Harry just nodded firmly, “Yeah.”

His best friend had almost died, saved by his worst enemy. Well, no...Snape was his worst enemy. But Malfoy had been on the top five of his people-who-should-have-the-common-courtesy-to-drop-dead list. Not only that but the blond git had managed to arrange it with Dumbledore that Harry would never have to go back. No more slave work for his best friend. No more cringes with the end of a school. Ron nodded then, “I’ll give the git a chance.”