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The Truth Revealed 01/?? [Draco/Harry, NC-17]
Title: The Truth Revealed
Author: Megan B. Black
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Other Pairings: Ron/Hermione, Seamus/Blaise/Neville, Greg/Vince, Terry/Ernie, Zacharias/Michael, Fred/George, Bill/Sahara(OFC), Charlie/Fleur, Pansy/Ginny, Remus/Severus, Lucius/Narcissa/Sirius, Rodriguez (Montague)/Theodore, Padma/Parvati, past Severus/Lily/James
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: Alternative universe, out-of-character characters, incest, slash, femmeslash, het, threesomes, original characters, rape and child abuse, violence, language, hurt/comfort, minor character death, mpreg (male pregnancy), fempreg (female pregnancy)
Genre: Drama, Angst, Romance
Summary: Harry goes through some changes over the summer of his 6th year and his new pets – and a few others – reveal some very interesting things.
Word Count: 3,001 words
Author’s Note: Yes, you read that right. There will be character out-of-character, though I will always be willing to listen to constructive criticism. In fact, I want the constructive criticism.

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Harry strode into King’s Cross, accompanied by Augustus and Adéle, the male draped elegantly over his shoulder and the female wrapped around his neck, which caused him to keep his head up high, even though bruises, cuts and sores covered his recently-violated body. The way that the snakes were looking matched him perfectly. Harry currently had on black robes with green lining and his skin, usually pale, had a healthy, cream-coloured tone to it and Harry, being as naïve as he was, failed to notice a thing that was different except for the robes he wore.

He walked straight to Platform 9 and ¾, smirking as he tightened his hold on Hedwig’s cage and his trunk; it was about time that he was able to get to Hogwarts. He glanced at the clock, noticing that it was almost time to depart from the station. He shrugged as he leant back against the wall, falling back onto the platform. “Welcome to Platform 9 and ¾, loves.” The snakes shot him twin looks that said ‘are you on drugs?’ and he gave them a half-smile… he was going back home.

Then, Harry heard someone call out “Potter!” and he turned around, blinking in surprise. In front of him, Blaise Zabini stood with a mischievous smile on his face. Harry smirked at him. “Hello Blaise,” Harry held out his hand and Blaise shook it.

“Come on, Potter, let’s get to my compartment before you start getting harassed.” Blaise’s eyes darkened a bit, spying Ron and Hermione, before he practically dragged Harry into his compartment, where Draco, Pansy, Millicent, Vince and Greg all sat.

All four of them turned towards the door as it opened and their jaws dropped…Draco was the first to do anything, standing up, his eyes hardened with a cold glare at Harry as he turned to Blaise. “What is he doing here, Zabini?” Draco spat out, with as much malice as he could and, Harry thought, if voices and looks could kill… Harry shuddered.

“Well, Draco… he’s here because we have been friends since a little incident last year.” The way that Blaise said Draco’s name, drawling in a tone so like Draco’s, made Harry snicker softly, his mouth twitching up into a small smirk as he saw out of the corner of his eyes, Adéle and Augustus were flicking out their tongue around each of the other’s before coming to Draco.

When they reached him, Harry could hear the smirk in his tone as Augustus said, “He’s not human.” Then, Augustus traded a look with Adéle that said, ‘Kind of like the way that you smelled.’ Harry snickered at that new fact—he had always had a sneaking suspicion that Draco wasn’t fully human. “No... he’s a veela,” He continued and Harry’s eyes dimmed a bit, sighing softly. Harry had developed a crush on the blonde Slytherin over the summer and now he realized that there was no way he was going to have a chance with him, after all—what were the chances that he, of all people, was the mate of a veela? As if you had a chance with him in the first place, his mind spat at him and Harry inwardly cringed.

Harry smiled – a fake smile, of course – at Blaise as he sat down in the far corner of the compartment. He felt comfortable here, surrounded by the Slytherins. Then, Draco seemed to finally recover from that blow Blaise had given him and was now forcing a glare upon him, “And what, may I ask, would that incident happen to be?” Draco growled the words out; his normally silver-blue eyes were now starkly metallic and shooting daggers at the pair of them.

Blaise sent a look to Harry, asking silently for his permission to tell his friends about the night that they became friends. Harry’s eyes hardened as he nodded. “You might as well, Blaise… I’ll translate it for my friends…” He indicated Augustus and Adéle around his neck.

Blaise’s eyes saddened as he nodded at his friend. “Alright, Harry… Well, you guys, it started like this… Last year, I found Harry in the Astronomy Tower…”

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5th Year, Astronomy Tower

Harry took the knife from his robe, admiring the blade: it was the knife that Sirius had given him and he smiled at all the things that it was useful for. He pressed the tip of the knife to the middle of his left wrist where it connected to his hand and slid up, not stopping the blade until it reached the juncture of his elbow. Harry hissed softly at the small stinging that the cut caused before placing the tip of the blade to his right wrist and dragged the knife up…this time, however, the knife slipped, cutting into the skin too deeply and Harry was surprised to realize that all he felt was a small twinge of pain… but there was so much blood.

Harry could feel his consciousness slipping as he finally noticed the sable-haired Slytherin in the room, whose icy blue eyes had gone wide with surprise at the sight of the Gryffindor Golden Boy cutting himself, in pools of his own blood… What happened to make the Golden Boy want to take his own life? Blaise pointed his wand at the mess, “Scourgify!”, and shook his head. “What happened to you, Potter?” Blaise asked with his eyes sympathetic but also understanding, “Replenus blood!” Blaise ran out of the room after casting the spell, knowing that there was no way he could handle this by himself; after all, he was still young yet and he knew no healing spells, and that spell had been taught to him when they had to replenish the supply of food hidden in the Slytherin Common Room, so everyone in Slytherin knew the spell.

Blaise went to find the one person that he knew he could trust this with; Professor Snape, the Head of the Slytherin House and a terror to all, or so it seemed. Professor Severus Snape was, underneath the cold masks that he wore in public, was really a kind, protective man that would do anything to protect his family or, in this case, his student family though he was still the snarky, sarcastic bastard.

“Sir! You have to come quickly, it’s Potter!” Blaise said as soon as he burst into his Head of House’s office, panic written all over his face. Professor Snape’s eyes flashed with something—worry, maybe?—and he followed Blaise without a question as Blaise all but flew out of the room, more like a rather large cubicle.

As soon as Professor Snape had entered the Astronomy Tower, he encountered a sight which he had never expected to see… Harry had tried to kill himself, and had fallen into unconsciousness while Blaise had been getting the Professor. Blaise noticed that the Potion Master’s eyes were unusually bright at that moment and he looked as if he were about to cry. Then, the eyes hardened back into the cold mask that they normally wore when there was someone other than his Slytherins with him. The Professor muttered something that Blaise couldn’t understand and a levitating stretcher appeared in the air; he muttered something again and Harry floated onto the stretcher. “How is he not dead yet?” Professor Snape asked him, turning a cold, nearly black eye on him.

“I cast the Replenus charm on him when I first came in here, after cleaning up the mess of blood… it looks like he started bleeding again… I—I was panicking and I didn’t waste time trying to do a healing charm. You know how bad I am at them,” Blaise murmured softly as they began to walk towards the Hospital Wing at a quicker-than-normal pace. Professor Snape nodded, but made no verbal reply as they walked hurriedly to the Hospital Wing…

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Present

“…and, as you might already know, Harry made it through with the help of Madam Pomfrey and about a week out of school,” Blaise ended with a bit of a teasing tone while Harry just looked out of the window. The train had begun to move as they had discussed that night at the Astronomy Tower.

“I never did answer you, you know… I had tried to kill myself because that was about the time when Justin was killed, as well as several others like the Creeveys.” Harry looked over at Blaise for a moment, speaking softly; before he turned back to the window and watched the scenery fly past.

“Oh, speaking of those friends of yours…” Blaise’s tone held a sympathetic tone to it and Harry looked up, knowing that this wasn’t going to be good… when he did, he got a newspaper thrown into his face. “Oops,” Blaise grinned apologetically at him.

BOY-WHO-LIVED TURNING DARK?

The Boy-Who-Lived has been the center of positive attention for a while now and no one has once thought that perhaps the Boy-Who-Lived was nothing but a cover-up for the darkness looming underneath?

After spending hour after hour and day after day of research on the Boy-Who-Lived’s legendary scar, there has been proof of the fact that the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter is connected to the Dark Lord through his scar. As well as receiving some magical properties, including the most famous Parseltongue, Harry Potter has also received a way to connect to Voldemort through his dreams. This fact has also been confirmed by one of Harry Potter’s best friend and dorm mate, Ronald Weasley.

What will happen when Voldemort finds out about this connection? And, has the Boy-Who-Lived already gone bad?

Written by Alison Moore

Harry’s eyes darkened as he read over every single word of the main article of the Daily Prophet, again; his teeth were clenched together, lips pursed tightly and every muscle in his body was tense. “Those bloody idiots! If Voldemort gets the Daily Prophet, then he should already know about the damned connection! Thanks to no good bitches like her! Even Rita Skeeter knew better than to blow one of our most valuable information sources…! Is everybody at that Ministry incompetent!?” Harry growled as he slammed the paper down onto the floor.

Magical energy was surging off of Harry in waves, as a result of his newfound inheritance, and Draco was staring at the black-haired wizard with wide and unbelieving eyes. Harry had become extremely powerful over the years. Augustus and Adéle had finally seemed to have gotten over the shock of their friend’s anger and were now hissing, “Calm down, Harry! This will do you no good and you know it! You have to calm down; for our sakes and yours!” When nothing seemed to calm Harry’s ire down, Adéle took more extreme measures, grateful that none of the others could understand Parseltongue. “Think of Draco—you could very well kill him, along with the rest of bloody Britain if you keep this up!”

Harry’s eyes widened at that, and his last conscious thought before collapsed back into the person behind him – who just happened to be Draco – was ‘When did I stand up?’

Draco caught him as he fell, his gray eyes huge with shock. “What the hell just happened?”

Millicent looked up from where she was sitting, her lips twisting into a smirk that said ‘I know something you don’t know’. “I’ll tell you what just happened... The Boy-Who-Lived, exhausted by his own power surge, just fainted into your waiting arms. Isn’t that romantic?” She fluttered her eyes, in an awkward attempt at coquetry.

Draco growled at her as he dropped his burden onto the floor before plopping back down onto his seat. Blaise rolled his eyes as he picked the smaller boy up and set him, gently, against the corner of the compartment. “Really, Draco… you should be nicer to him.”

A sneer curled on his lips as Draco sniffed indignantly. “My summer wasn’t exactly a picnic either, you know. My mate was practically being tortured and I couldn’t do anything to stop it—and, I won’t know who it was until my birthday in a few weeks. It was—no, it is driving me insane.”

Blaise smiled at him and muttered something under his breath—a glass of ice cold water appeared in his hands and he shook a bit with a furtive glance from Draco to Harry, his eyebrow arching in question. Draco’s lips curled up into a sly grin and he nodded eagerly once he figured out what Blaise planned to do. Blaise grinned as he tipped the glass over, the icy cold water pouring down onto the young Gryffindor’s face. “Wakey, wakey sleepy-head,” Blaise said to the Gryffindor opened his eyes, which had a slightly glazed over look to them.

“Zabini—you fucking bastard!” Harry growled at him, emerald gaze narrowing as he came back to reality. “Ooh… you are insufferable!” Harry turned his gaze to his snakes. “That bastard—pouring cold, very cold at that, water on me. Sometimes I wonder why I even put up with him… maybe I’m a masochist, because there’s just no other answer. Well, I am still taking Potions so that must be the answer.” Harry should his head as Adéle and Augustus gave him what he had figured were their version of a smirk. “Ha-bloody-ha to you, too, snakes.

“I just wish that I could tell what this feeling is… I keep getting this warm, tingly feeling in the pit of my stomach—it started happening when I got into the compartment.”

Adéle and Augustus exchanged glances at that, and figured that they should probably tell him what he was. They’d gotten plenty of time alone to discuss where they thought he might have gotten the Inheritance from. “Hero,” Augustus started to say and Harry cast a worried look at him; Augustus only ever called him Hero when things were serious. “We have to tell you something—some things that you may not like. That warm, tingly feeling? That’s your Veelan senses telling you that your mate is near and we think that you would also like you to know that you get the Veela in you because you are the only known Heir of Merlin—most of the others have never actually been found but it is rumored that there is an Heir of Merlin born once every century.

Harry stared at him, mouth falling open in a gape and the others in the compartment stared at him—Parseltongue never ceased to amaze those that witnessed it. “Also, I think that you may be part vampyre, which would come from being the Heir of Salazar Slytherin. You have the characteristics of all of the other House Founders, as well. You are what is known as the Omnigenus—which is the Heir of all four Houses.

“You have mostly Gryffindor and Slytherin qualities about you, because both of your parents were direct descendants. You have the courage of a Gryffindor, the cunning, ambition, power and the need to prove yourself which comes with being a Slytherin, not to mention the fact that you can speak Parseltongue, the fierce loyalty of a Hufflepuff and you also have the thirst for knowledge that all Ravenclaws possess - and Ravenclaw had the best flying ability of them all.”

Augustus’ rant of knowledge came to an end when Adéle nudged him with her tail, flicking her eyes to Harry and then back to Augustus. “Augustus, are you sure that this is wise telling him all of this? I mean, sure…he needed to know that those feelings were his Veelan senses, but I think that the other information could have at least waited until the shock wore off!”

“I—it’s quite alright, Adéle. I think that I got all of that in. So, I’m a Veela and I’m part vampyre?” Harry’s eyes got a dazed look to them. “I wonder who my mate is...It’s got to be someone close, correct?—as in, ‘they’ve to be in the compartment’ close?”

At Adéle’s nod, Harry looked at his choices for a mate—Pansy and Millicent were ruled out because he was gay, and he could barely stand to look at Millicent (and, while Pansy had grown into her face quite well, he was still sure he didn't really like girls), Vince and Greg were out because he could barely stand looking at them also, Blaise was out of the picture because Harry could still insult him, and without turning to a puddle of goo in the process. Draco was—

Draco was absolutely, positively radiant, his skin was creamy white and it shone brightly in his eyes; it was like a person, that had been trapped in the dark, seeing the light for the first time in their life. Harry resisted the urge to get down on his knees in front of the glowing wizard, making a strangled sound in the back of his throat. “I think I found him…”