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The Truth Revealed 02/?? [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: 3,109 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 was nervous, that much was blatantly obvious. His anxiety was not aided by the fact that his snakes were starting to squirm around his neck because of the little electric shocks his skin gave off whenever he felt a strong emotion. He’d heard Augustus complain, “I really hope that whatever it is that’s making him nervous comes soon or he lets us get on another person.”

Finally, when he’d had enough of their whining, he gave Blaise a pleading look. “Will you take these two? Their whining is driving me insane.” Harry held out the two snakes to the sable-haired Slytherin, nibbling on his lower lip. Blaise took the snakes from him, yelping when their fingers touched.

“Harry, I think you should really work on calming down, mate. You must be nervous as hell because your powers are going kind of haywire again. What’s wrong?” Blaise looked sincerely worried as they walked into the Great Hall, and Harry gave him a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry about it; it’s just that I’ve been getting…epiphanies. I just have a really bad feeling right now.”

“Well, don’t worry about it. I’m sure that, whatever it is, you’ll be able to pull through. After all, you’ve done it plenty of other times,” Blaise grinned at him. “Hey, if you get harassed by anyone at the Gryffindorks’ table, let me know. I’m sure that I can manage something.”

“If you haven’t forgotten,” the raven-haired boy said wryly, “I’m still one of those said Gryffindorks.” Harry smiled at him as he walked away, and noticed that there were several glares being sent his way from the Gryffindor table, including ones from Ron and Hermione. Dean Thomas slipped a bit closer to the two of them and, Harry noticed, most of the table moved over with them until there was a space between Neville and Ginny. The two of them smiled at him, as did Seamus, Fred, George and Parvati. The other people seemed to glare at him, as if he were a bug, a bug that needed to be squashed and then gotten rid of. Harry shuddered at the image of himself, very tiny with little balled antennas, being squashed by a very big, human foot.

Ginny was staring at him, something akin to sympathy in her eyes, as well as a few tears. She was about to cry!? Over him? Harry opened his arms and Ginny launched herself into them. “Oh, Harry! I’m so sorry… Hermione and Ron are so—so thick! And so is anyone else that thinks those stupid articles are true!”

Harry smiled at her, albeit falsely. “Don’t worry about it, Ginny. They never wrote me over the summer…at least I have an explanation for it, now.” Ginny frowned at him, and she exchanged a look with Neville, who nodded. “Oh, look. Dumbledore is going to make an announcement,” Harry observed, blinking as the Headmaster stood up. After all, the Headmaster rarely made announcements before the Sorting.

“May I have your attention, please, students? I have an announcement to make about this Year’s Sorting. I have learned that the Sorting Hat has made some decisions on the students’ House by their own preference. Because of this, I have decided that, after the regular Sorting, there will also be a Resorting Ceremony!”

At that, the whole Great Hall erupted into whispers and small chatters. Harry could just imagine what they were saying—probably some things like ‘A Resorting? What if I get Sorted into another House?’ or ‘I wonder who the Hat did that for, probably because they were going to be in Slytherin, or maybe even Hufflepuff!’ Harry’s lips pursed in thought. Really, he probably would have been better off if he had been in Slytherin in the first place.

Then, the Hall doors banged open, followed by Professor McGonagall, scroll and Sorting Hat in hand, leading the terrified First Years, as well as some that looked like they belonged in the higher years. Harry watched as Professor McGonagall walked right past them and up to the stool in the front of the room, placing the Sorting Hat onto it. “…Alexander,” The stern woman called out, a puzzled frown on her face as she called out the first student for the Sorting. Harry’s eyes widened as they set on a boy, who looked no less than his age, and taller than himself. His name was Alexander-something, if Harry had heard correctly. It was like looking at his twin, though his hair had some dark red highlights that looked natural. Harry shook his head, telling himself that there was no way in hell that that could ever happen.

Harry looked up at the Sorting Hat and saw that the Hat looked briefly puzzled before gaining a look of slightly annoyed realization, as if it had just found out something that should have been obvious. “Better be…Slytherin!”

Yes, Harry thought. Just like my own Sorting, except with the right outcome. I hope you have a better year than I did. Well, you probably won’t have to deal with Voldemort breaking down your neck. Cheers to you, mate.

Harry was knocked out of his thoughts when the next person “Darklight, Megan” was sorted into Hufflepuff. “Darkstone, Lydia” was sorted into Slytherin and Harry grinned. This time, the Hat wasn’t listening to the pleading, if there was even was any pleading to not listen to. “Finch-Fletchley, Michael” Harry’s eyes filled with tears and he listened to his inner-Slytherin as he blinked them away. He would not think about that right now. So, dead Justin’s little brother was getting sorted, that was nothing to cry about.

“I know just where to put you…” The Hat sounded a bit malicious when he said that, and Harry rolled his eyes. Damned, evil Sorting Hats. “Slytherin,” the Hat’s decision resounded throughout the Hall and Harry smirked. He could hear the people gasping, the whispers breaking out. ‘The Hufflepuff’s little brother, in Slytherin?’

Harry stopped paying attention, only subconsciously hearing the Sorting proceed. “Graham, Jessica”… “Jackson, Bernard”… “Jayson, Tyler”… “Johnson, Margaret”… “Kefir, Samuel”… “Lightheart, Dominic”… “Lightheart, Dominique”. Harry vaguely wondered if there was something about naming twins with names that sounded the same.

After the Lightheart twins were sorted, Harry snapped to attention. “Malfoy, Angelique” was called for Sorting. She was everything that a Malfoy should be, even at a mere eleven years old. She was regal, commanding respect, she walked with the same graceful motions as her brother and she was as beautiful as her sibling. It melted Harry’s heart to see her walk up there, and Harry knew that he would do anything for anyone in Draco’s family.

“She looks like your mate…” Adéle commented, as she slithered around in Harry’s shirt sleeve, just as Augustus did in the other one. Harry looked down to see them peeking out of the opening.

“She’s his sister,” Harry explained. “And be quiet. I don’t want to cause a fuss at the Gryffindor table.” When Harry looked up, to his relief, the only people who had noticed were Ginny and Neville.

Then the Hat said, “Slytherin!” And, Angelique ran to the Slytherin table, to her brother who gathered her up and swung her around once. Harry could see his lips moving, most likely congratulating her on getting in Slytherin. Then, Harry noticed that they both looked at Professor McGonagall expectantly. The old professor noticed and pursed her lips before she called out, “Malfoy, Desireé”.

Harry’s mouth fell open as he took in the sister of the other two. She looked nothing like them, with dirty blonde hair instead of platinum. She still looked regal and her eyes were a brilliant cobalt blue. Harry thought that she looked familiar—in fact, she reminded him of Sirius. Harry shook that thought out of his head as he concentrated back on the Sorting. The Hat’s voice reverberated through the Hall as it yelled out, yet again, “Better be…Slytherin!” His eyes softened a little bit more as he watched her run up to her brother and sister, and the way their arms surrounded each other. Slytherin pride, Harry thought as he watched them, and family.

Harry looked down at the table, his emerald eyes hardening in his attempt to build ice around his heart. Nonono, a part of Harry thought, can’t do that, I won’t, I won’t… Need mate, the part whimpered inside of his head. Harry echoed the sound softly out loud; he didn’t notice that Ginny had covered his hand with hers, nor did he notice that Neville was looking at him strangely. Harry could feel his gut curling and a sick feeling begin in the pit of his stomach. No, don’t do this… at least not until after the Resorting… Harry smiled at Ginny reassuringly, and then decided to tune out the rest of the Sorting as “Mordre, Ezekiel” was sorted into Gryffindor.

I wonder what it’s like for the Malfoys, having a loving and caring family that is always there for each other, one that won’t turn their backs on each other even in the roughest of situations… And besides, Harry thought as his eyes flickered over to where Ron was currently shooting daggers at his little sister, Draco did warn me about making friends with the wrong sort. I guess I was wrong when I said that I could figure out the wrong sort for myself. Ron turned his back on me, and his own sister, in an instant. And, he always seemed to be so loyal in the past… Harry’s eyes darkened as a dark part of his mind muttered, Peter Pettigrew… Yes, Harry thought, Gryffindors would turn their backs on their friends and family in a heartbeat.

Draco was always protective of his family, particularly his mother, but he seemed to mostly use his father as a defense mechanism.... Well, Adéle and Augustus did say that he was a Veela. I’m going off on a limb by guessing that perhaps he got his Veelan Inheritance from his mother, since most Veela are women. Maybe there is some bond that forms between a Veela and her children… Harry’s eyes saddened as he thought of this. Was my mother a Veela? Is that why she sacrificed herself to save me?

Harry was, yet again, prodded out of his thoughts by a name that struck him. “Riddle, Adrian” was called up for Sorting and the boy looked exactly like Tom Riddle. Harry growled low in his throat as he stared intently at the boy. The boy, who was apparently no younger than Harry himself, was standing beside a girl who appeared to be his twin and she was gripping his hand in a way that looked almost painful. The boy patted her hand and he walked up to the Sorting Hat, his posture perfectly composed as if he knew exactly which House that he was going on. Harry could read his look perfectly, ‘I belong in Slytherin—you know it, I know it and so does everyone else in this bloody room, so just get on it with already’. Harry, though he was a bit wary of the boy, was pleased to see a disgruntled look on the Sorting Hat’s “face”. As expected, the Sorting Hat’s voice resonated through the Hall as it said, “Slytherin!”

The twin sister was called forward next and Harry stared at her, though not with the same contempt and distrust that he had directed at the boy. Harry just thought that he was going soft. “Riddle, Kali”, McGonagall said her name and Harry made a small humming sound—the girl's hair was long, and went down to the middle of her back. She looked kind of like a black-haired Ginny. Guess that’s why you’re so soft on her, eh? Looking for an excuse, Potter? After all, you’re getting lenient on your opinion about a lot of people lately… Harry shrugged at his own thoughts before he re-focused his attention. The girl was a bit like her brother was, although she was a bit more timid than him, and she looked delicate and fragile. Looks can be deceiving, Potter.

Harry shook his head, getting that thought out of his head. No, he would not go down that avenue at the moment nor would he go down the alternate route that his mind was just about to take. What, Potter? Can’t take the truth? Can’t bear to face the fact that you’re currently in love with your enemy, who wants nothing to do with you and never will want anything to do with you? Can’t face it that you’re probably going to be Resorted to your doom once the Sorting is over? After all, look at how many Slytherins are—look at how many people that you don’t know you can trust…

Look at how many people that I thought I trusted and they’ve already turned their backs on me—half of Hogwarts, not including the Slytherins because I never trusted any of them until I found out that Snape was a spy and Blaise rescued me, turned their backs on me because of the Daily Prophet. I mean, how many times have those suckers been unreliable?

Harry caught the fact that, out of the corner of his eye, the Riddle girl was walking toward the Slytherin table to join her brother, who hugged her when she arrived there. The boy seemed to be murmuring reassurances in her ear. Harry also noticed that Fred’s hand seemed to move slowly to cover George’s as they both watched the display between the two twins. He found himself staring at that boy, the first one that had been called to be Sorted—Alexander, wasn’t it?—and Harry smiled before he noticed that Alexander was staring right back at him, his eyes a mirror image of his own, only they had a tint of hazel in them and Harry’s own eyes were darker. Harry’s stomach did a small flip. What was that all about? Harry tried to shake the feelings that had overwhelmed him when their eyes had met—it was something akin to the feelings that had filled him when he looked at his mate, only it was like the link was already formed. However, with his mate, there had been something missing.

The Sorting was almost over, because there were only two students left to be sorted and Harry smiled as he looked at the first of them. It was obvious what this girl was, she was a Weasley. “Weasley, Jennifer” was called up to the Hat and Harry took the time he had to study the girl after her. This one reminded him of Draco; except her hair was pure black and she had a scar curving down her cheek. Harry noticed that the girl’s eyes shone coldly as she watched the Sorting Hat put the youngest Weasley girl in Gryffindor.

The girl fascinated him and he looked up expectantly at Professor McGonagall, who was standing between the girl and the Sorting Hat. “Winters, Josephine”. Winters, Harry thought, what an appropriate name for such a cold girl. Did you notice that her eyes seemed like they were made of ice? So much like Draco… The voice in his head sounded wistful and Harry rolled his eyes. Shut up and finish watching the Sorting, he told the voice.

“Slytherin!”

Harry sighed as the word was belted out from the Sorting Hat’s big mouth and murmured under his breath, “Time for the Resorting, then; here comes my doom.”

When the Winters girl was seated, the Headmaster stood up. “Now, the time has come for the Resorting!” Dumbledore clapped his hands, just like a child whose Christmas came early. Harry rolled his eyes, and began to wait to his turn to come up. Though, he knew that it would take longer than it had when he was sorted in his first year because he had been there for five years and there were a lot more people there now than there had been five years ago. Thus, a line of students was formed and the first student, “Abbott, Hannah”, was Resorted back into her old House, which happened to be Hufflepuff.

Harry rolled his eyes, as the next ten people were also resorted into their own respective Houses… “Abercrombie, Euan”… “Ackerley, Stewart”… “Baddock, Malcolm”… “Bell, Katie”… “Bones, Susan”… “Boot, Terry”… “Branstone, Eleanor”… “Brocklehurst, Mandy”… “Brown, Lavender”… “Bulstrode, Millicent”… “Cauldwell, Owen”… “Chang, Cho”…

Then, a wonder of all wonders, “Corner, Michael” was sorted into Slytherin. When the Sorting Hat had finally blurted out its answer, Michael went pale, and looked like he was about to be sick. Harry understood what he was feeling. Poor guy, having to be the first one to be sorted into another House and its Slytherin that he’s sorted into... Everybody hates Slytherins so much… Why do they think that everybody is afraid to be in it? No one wants to be a House when everybody else is going to hate you…

Neville looked over at him, and feeling eyes on him, Harry turned to him. “Your skin is radiating, Harry. I tried to get your attention before but you didn’t feel me touch your arm.” Neville’s eyes were confused, but they showed more understanding than anyone who underestimated the shy, timid boy would realize. Harry smiled, “I’m just a bit nervous. I know what House I’ll be sorted into… The Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin the first time. And this time, I don’t believe that I’ll really refuse…”

Neville smiled at him. “Oh, I know what House I’ll be in, too. But, you know too, don’t you?”

Harry’s eyes went wide in shock as Neville stared at him and then, his eyes narrowed. “You’ll be in Slytherin, with me. I know you, Neville. You’re a lot more sneaky and observant than people give you credit for. Most people wouldn’t notice, but after years of having a craved half-blood trying to kill me, I kind of pick up a few habits: like looking closely into the dark corners, or other really good hiding places…especially for eavesdropping or spying.”

Blinking, Neville nodded. “I suppose that there are a lot of people going to Slytherin.” My sentiments exactly, Neville old buddy, that little voice in Harry’s head seemed to toast Neville and Harry shook his head. Repeat after me: ‘I do not have a little voice in my head telling me what to do’, the little voice said. I do not have a—hey! That wasn’t fair…

“You’ve changed since first year, Neville; back then, you were a timid, shy, eleven year old wizard who wouldn’t even stand up to his friends until you got fed up with us losing points for Gryffindor, which, I remind you, won us the House Cup. Since then, you’ve grown confident, sneaky… Hell, you can manipulate people now without them even realizing it! That, my friend, is the work of a true Slytherin.”