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Double Edged Sword 90 Meet Ginevra
Ginevra Grigorov arrived at Harry and Draco’s home late afternoon. Prior to her arrival, Draco broke from Harry’s schedule and made sure the guest room was furnished and decorated for someone of her status. He had seen the room go through so many transitions: from guest room, to his parents’ room, to his room, and now back to a guest room. It struck him that in its current state it lacked any femininity or charm. A lavender spread was purchased along with new down pillows covered in hues of purple. The dark wood furniture stayed, but intricate crochet lace doilies and runners were added. Harry brought in vases of lilacs and tulips; they were placed on the dresser and nightstand.
Draco added a selection of his own personal oils and lotions along with a complimentary bottle of last year’s spring edition of Black Magic to the bathroom. New fluffy Turkish towels, also in shades of purple, were brought in, as well as rugs for the floor. He knew the house-elves could have taken care of the preparations but he wanted it to have his touch; after all, she was coming to get to know them.
Draco remembered her statement from the previous night that she preferred jeans and a sweatshirt, so he dressed intentionally casual in jeans and a grey cashmere jumper. For Harry, he laid out his khaki trousers and a black jumper. Dinner would be a simple affair, given the amount of food they ingested the night before and the slight residual of having drank too much.
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Ginevra gave her mother and Narcissa Malfoy each a peck on the cheek as they stood in front of the tall wrought-iron gate with the letters P and M embellished on it.
“Give us a firecall if you need anything, dear.”
“Oui, Maman.”
“You will be fine, Ginevra; the boys will love you.”
“Ah, but will I love them?” Ginevra replied cheekily.
Narcissa reached up and unlocked the gate. Ginevra levitated her needle-point overnight bag and walked up the cobblestone path to the grey stone house. A few spirals of smoke rose from the rock chimneys on the black slate roof. She couldn’t help but notice the expansive lawn and old trees. She loved how the newly budded tree branches formed an arch over the path. She reached the black-painted front door and heard the air crackle; her mother and Narcissa had returned to Malfoy Manor. Ginevra hesitantly reached for the golden lion knocker and then grabbed the ring through its mouth and let go. The roar almost made her jump out of her slip-ons.
The door opened and Draco invited her to come in. He quickly took her bag and set it on the stairwell leading to the second floor. Her first impression was how warm and inviting the house looked and felt. She couldn’t help but notice all of the pictures on the walls. She had been forewarned that they were reminders for Harry. Draco bent down and kissed her on the cheek. She returned the gesture. She thought he was a handsome man at the Victory Ball but he was just as pretty in jeans. She caught a scent of sandalwood and something else she couldn’t put her finger on.
“Would you like a tour first? Harry will be right down; he had to shower after his last workout. Can I get you something to drink?”
She smiled to herself, knowing he was just as nervous as she was. “A tour would be lovely, Draco.”
The most beautiful long slender hand captured hers. The touch was gentle but she knew there was great strength in the fingers that intertwined with hers.
“This is the parlour. We use this room most often at night to play chess or listen to the wireless.”
“And Muggle puzzles, I see.”
She felt his hand tighten. “No, that is for Harry and one of his visitors that comes to see him.”
“You don’t like her much, do you?” she snickered.
She had to stop herself from backing into a chair when those large blue eyes pierced her with a look of disdain. It reminded her of his father. She had spent the day at the Manor, and while Mr Malfoy was a perfect gentleman and host, she truly believed he could intimidate a Nundu. Then she saw Draco soften his look and smirk. “Harry’s ex-girlfriend. Her name is Ginevra too, but she prefers to be called Ginny.”
“I give everyone one chance to make that mistake. The second time they call me Ginny, I hex them with a Leg-Locker Curse.”
She felt some his tension ease. She led him over to the fireplace.
“The portrait is magnificent. Is that from your bonding day? Look how young you both were.”
“Yes, we were seventeen. We had planned on waiting until we were both eighteen, but we were in the last stages of magical confusion, and couldn’t wait. I can't tell you how thankful I am that we did it before the duel. Harry’s memories would have been lost forever.”
“Wow, I never knew that, or if I did, I probably didn’t know what it meant. That is quite a coincidence or luck that it happened then,” Ginevra responded and felt him smirk, rather than saw it.
“Very little in Harry’s life is coincidental. Things happen for a reason; he didn’t understand it when he was younger, and I still don’t understand it now. It’s like there is a path laid out for him. He may take a detour now and then, but it always comes back to the path of him being a leader.”
“And you were destined to protect him?”
Draco chuckled. “I am now, but in our youth, you would have thought I was destined to try and kill him. It took a big event for me to understand the true heart of Harry Potter. He is loyal and brave, but he is not arrogant about it. He just is.”
Ginevra laughed, bringing another smile to Draco’s face. “You really do adore him, don’t you?”
Draco let go over her hand and put his arm around her shoulder. “More than life itself.”
“Thus the attempt,” she said nervously.
Draco nodded. “Yes, thus the attempt.”
“Hmm, shall we move on?”
Draco led her across the hall to the dining room. “This is where we usually eat. Harry has a habit of reducing the table size to fit the number of guests. I'm sure it will be in a square tonight. Behind you is a portrait of my great–something-or-other–aunt. She is Harry’s grandmother; it looks like she's asleep, but don’t count on it. She will speak when the need arises. I’ll show you the Potions room next and then wait for Harry to show you the kitchen and gardens; both of us will show you the basement.”
“The basement? Is there something special about the basement?”
“Yes, that is where we practice our magic and duelling everyday; it's also where Harry keeps his schedule and lists. You’ll see.”
Draco was showing her the extensive potion ingredients collection when Harry appeared. Nametags quickly appeared on both of them. “Good afternoon, Ginevra, welcome to our home,” he said as he leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Freckles, you have freckles, how lovely. Are you interested in potions?”
“Hmm, good question, yes and no. At Beauxbatons we learned the potions that they deemed appropriate for young witches to learn; cleaning oils, lotions and potions for the skin and personal upkeep. There were also some minor healing potions. I enjoyed the process and the subtlety involved but I didn’t care for the product.”
Draco sat down on the nearest stool and called for his notebook and pen and began writing a few notes. “Ginevra, why didn’t you attend Magisch Schön? I assume your father has been in Russian politics for awhile.”
Ginevra took a seat near Draco. She watched as Harry walked behind Draco and rested his hands on his shoulders. “It is a family tradition on my mother’s side to attend Beauxbatons. I would have rather attended Magisch Schön, but between my mother’s family and my father not wanting me to learn the Dark Arts, I didn’t have much choice. I made some wonderful friends, like Markot, and had a few scandalous love affairs, but education wise it didn’t fit my need or personality. I prefer the North Country.”
Ginevra was about to continue but didn’t. Instead she watched Draco take notes and Harry massage his shoulders, and every once in awhile peek over to see what he was writing. “Are you going to take notes on everything I say?” she finally asked.
Draco flinched as if startled. “Oh, no, I’m sorry, Ginevra. I've been gathering information on what students like and dislike about potions. I’m still putting together my syllabus for next year. I was just writing what you said and a little about your history. I’m done now. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
Ginevra crossed and uncrossed her ankles. She wasn’t uncomfortable, just curious. “I’m fine.”
“Ginevra, why didn’t your father want you learning the Dark Arts?” Harry asked as he perched his bum up on the workbench.
She inhaled deeply. She discovered last night that when Harry directed his green eyes in her direction she felt naked. “I really don't have a good answer for you. He attended Durmstrang, and to this day he still has friends from there. I think it has to do with his sister and her husband who were murdered during the Dark Times.”
“Did he come to the duel?” Harry asked even more pointedly.
“No, he forbade my mother from going too. I was too young. I was so envious of the seventh-year students that went. We went to our summer cabin by the lake and listened on the wireless. I think he truly feared the both of you would lose. He was second in line for the Minister’s position. Minister Konecni attended the duel and in case anything happened to him, my father was to take his place.”
Ginevra blinked her eyes as another notebook came through the door and into Harry’s hands. It was his turn to start writing notes. “It’s part of how Harry keeps track of things, Ginevra. It helps him make the connections between events. He, of course, is very secretive and won’t share it with me,” Draco added with a wink to Ginevra and a squeeze to Harry’s knee. “Well let’s continue with the tour.”
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Ginevra pulled the incredibly soft, warm sheet over her shoulder and snuggled in amongst the plethora of purple pillows. She stared at the fire’s flames that lit up her room. The scent of the lilacs was not overwhelming but just pleasant. It almost felt odd not see a picture of the two wizards across the hall in this room too.
She knew she should try and sleep soon; according to the schedule she saw downstairs they would be up near sunrise for the daily run. So much had happened in the last few hours, she had learned so much about the two men. Draco was so complicated. He was extremely intelligent and was beautiful to look at. She loved his sense of humour; it was dry and biting. She bet not many people knew what a marshmallow he was around Harry. He constantly watched him as if at any moment he expected someone to break down the doors and take Harry away from him.
Harry was completely lovable, but she was not a naïve witch; she felt the magic roll off him. It was like a tingle in the air that came at the beginning of every season. She giggled to herself as she remembered the incredible garden tour and how his old owl Hedwig flew through the trees landing on his shoulder. They rubbed faces and she then flew off to hunt. Harry bent down to pick some mint leaves which he promptly put in his mouth. He patted the ground around the wintergreen and began speaking with words and sounds she knew nothing of, but then the ground seemed to move, and she was slightly frightened as she watched a parade of snakes come to him. They were simple garter snakes but the sight was so odd. Harry lowered his hands to the earth and they crawled up his wrist and arm wrapping tightly around him. She had heard Draco whisper, “Merlin, Harry, when did you start doing that?” and she laughed quietly.
Harry started nodding his head as if agreeing with whatever all the hissing was about. He let the snakes back down and then said, “They think you are a pretty witch.” Ginevra had no idea what to say back except thank you. Really, what the hell was the proper etiquette in replying back to a pit of snakes, you are all very pretty too?.
The basement, now that was something of a surprise. They showed her their duelling program and even let her try it. She thought she failed miserably but they both sincerely seemed a bit impressed. Her cousins taught her those skills. Even though she didn’t go to Durmstrang, it seemed her cousins were determined to expand her education of charms, hexes and curses.
The schedule on the wall and the lists Harry kept track of were amazing. They both seemed to share so much with her but she knew there was more, a lot more than was being revealed.
Dinner had been delicious. She and Draco sat on the island barstools and watched Harry prepare the shepherd’s pie and treacle tart with the elves. Tizzy seemed to take a real liking to her. She assumed it was because the poor house-elf was around males all of the time. Harry had reduced the table to a square and opened a lovely Hungarian wine. He kept his book nearby him most of the time. It was at dinner when Harry called for the lights to lower that she realized she had been watching both of them do wandless magic since she had arrived. It came off their tongues so easily and effortlessly that magic to them, especially Harry, was innate, like a sixth sense.
After dinner they moved into the parlour and she was highly entertained when Draco began playing the piano. Once he discovered she played also, she was placed next to him on the bench, playing duets. She let him sing. She did confess that she had seen him in concert when he was in Paris three years ago. It was with her first lover and that was also the first night she had sex. Draco thought that was somehow one of the funniest things he had ever heard. He seemed to appreciate irony.
Harry had been sitting in a chair smoking a pipe and blowing rings when out of the blue he snuffed his pipe out and a blurred image of him appeared, and then he was gone only to be replaced by a large black and grey-spotted Kneazle. The feline jumped up on the couch and wrapped itself into a curl. Only the tuft of his tail moved and seemed to be able to keep time to the music. Draco had laughed and told her that Harry was not musically inclined but the cat seemed to be.
Through it all she saw the intimacy involved in almost every word, every touch, and every look they gave one another. She liked them, and for the first time since Draco had mentioned the proposition, she hoped they liked her too. Ginevra reached for her wand on the nightstand and lowered the flames. She wondered what the next day would bring.
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“Do you think she likes us?” Draco asked as they pulled the covers back and hopped into bed. The early spring nights were still chilly and they immediately pulled each other close to warm their skin.
“I think so, but I didn’t want to read her without asking.”
“Hmmm, you didn’t give her father that courtesy.”
“I read her father?”
Draco rubbed his nose along Harry’s whiskered jaw. “Yes, but that’s not important right now, babe. It's late and I don’t want you to have to read your book.”
“Draco?” Harry asked as his hand trailed down the sinewy arm until it reached the hand resting on his hip bone.
“Yes.”
“Can you tell me why I have three rings and you only have two? I assume they are engagement rings and bonding rings, but what about the other one?”
Draco’s tongue ran along the path his nose had just taken followed by a brief kiss before answering. “I gave it to you for Christmas, the first one we ever spent together. It was to show you that you had me wrapped around your little finger.”
Harry giggled, making Draco giggle back. “Love, there’s magic in the ring, so tell me what it is. You are hiding something from me.”
Draco took the hand that had captured his and brought it up to their faces. “This little dragon will bite any dick that is not mine.”
“Really?” Harry said while snickering. “That is quite possessive of you.”
“Does that surprise you?”
“No, I rather like being possessed by you, but there’s more to it, isn’t there?”
Draco shivered as the Dragon unfolded its wings.
“Oh wow, that woke up your Dragon; I felt that. It must be something good.”
“Oh, it most definitely is,” Draco growled, and rolled Harry onto his back and straddled his thighs. Draco took Harry’s hand and removed the ring.
Harry’s eyes widened. “I didn’t think it could be removed.”
“Only by me, Harry,” Draco said as he brought the dragon ring to the tip of Harry’s semi-erect dick. Harry eyes blinked with delight as he watched the long thin dragon unwrap itself and slither down to the base of his cock and curl around it snuggly.
Draco raised his hand and mumbled the spells for privacy and silence; he returned his hand to the length growing by the second. He bent down and roughly kissed the grinning lips. He pushed his tongue between them and forcefully kissed Harry until he released his first groan.
His strokes were rougher than normal and Harry was becoming delirious with desire. Harry’s hands reached around Draco’s back and his palms lay flat. Draco swore as the auras began to encase them. He sat back up and called for the wand. The gold stick found its way into his outreached hand. His other hand guided Harry’s arms up over his head to the headboard and the spell was cast; velvet cuffs and ties secured him in place.
Draco leaned forward again, not caring that his own cock was pushed against Harry. He swiped the grey hair away from Harry’s ear. “You will not come until I say so, understand?” he whispered. The husky command was answered with a nod.
The gold, red, blue and silver trails of light circled every patch of skin Draco nibbled and kissed. The resonating hum filled his ears. Draco reached for the wand once more and the gold nipple rings he had so loved to play with were back. His teeth gently tugged at each one as Harry twisted and bucked below him.
“Please,” Harry said, gasping.
“Please what?” Draco challenged.
“Fuck me! Take me!”
Draco moved further up Harry’s body until they were eye to eye. “Is that what you want from me? To be taken?”
Draco almost backed away as the green eyes pierced into his. “That is what I need!” Harry roared back, spraying drops of spit onto Draco’s face.
Draco slithered down the body now covered with a sheen of sweat. He lifted up and spread the muscled legs and then perched between them. One short word and his fingers were covered with lubrication. Harry’s knees rose up and his legs spread wider.
“You want me bad, don’t you, Harry?” Draco teased as his finger pressed into the orifice.
“Yes,” Harry responded through clenched teeth.
Draco quickly added another finger and curled them just once to make Harry jump. He withdrew them and lifted each leg over his shoulders. He lined up his desperate cock to the waiting hole. “Who do you love, Harry?”
“You! Dammit, just do it!”
Draco laughed sadistically and sat back. “No, no, no, that won’t do, Potter. Patience and you will respond with just my name.”
Harry’s eyes flashed anger, and then he nodded.
Draco rose back up. “That’s better. Now tell me, Harry, who do you love?”
“Draco,” Harry replied, almost with reverence this time.
“Very good, Harry, augh,” Draco exclaimed as he penetrated the hole.
“Who loves you?” Draco grunted as he pushed in further.
“Draco,” Harry answered breathlessly as the auras began to combine and resonate louder.
“Who protects you?” Draco demanded.
“Draco,” Harry whinged as Draco drove into him completely.
Draco drew back suddenly and both of them sobbed with a sudden jolt of pain.
“Who protects the Phoenix, Harry, do you know?”
Harry’s face became contemplative, and for the first time in five years, Draco saw the look of recognition flash in Harry’s eyes and then it was gone. “The Dragon?” Harry whispered questioningly.
Draco smiled. “Yes, the Dragon,” and he impaled his way back into the hot channel. He fucked Harry until he knew he was about to come. He spat out before he released his come, “Who do you obey?”
Harry closed his eyes and then opened them with tears leaking down the corners. “Draco, and you are the Dragon,” he cried.
The rush of power satiated Draco, he reached down and released the cock-ring and ordered, “Come with me!”
Draco pounded in and out of the hole that grasped tightly, trying to hold him in; they both yelled as the orgasms ripped through their bodies and left them panting.
Draco released the cuffs and fell onto Harry’s chest. Harry slowly lowered his stiffened arms and wrapped them around Draco, his hands finding the blond hair and he filled his fingers with the silky strands.
“Look, Draco. Turn over and look.”
Draco grimaced as he withdrew his spent penis and rolled onto his back. They watched the Dragon and Phoenix fly through the room, stretching their wings as they chased each other from corner to corner. “They’re beautiful,” Harry whispered.
“So are you,” Draco whispered back.
They watched until the ethereal beasts landed on the end of the bed and began to preen each other.
Harry began to chuckle. “What is so funny, Potter?”
“All I asked was what the ring was for.”
Draco snickered along with him. “Well they say be careful of what you ask for.”
“Hmmm, I think I like being not so careful.”
Draco groaned.
“They're falling asleep,” Harry whispered.
“Shall we leave them there?”
“No, it's time for them to come home,” Harry said and called for his Phoenix. Draco bit his bottom lip as the red bird immersed itself into Harry’s back.
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“Miss, miss, it’s time to wake up.”
“It’s dark out and who are you anyway?” Ginevra said groggily as she tried to open her eyes.
“I’m Tizzy, Master Draco and Master Harry’s house-elf. You, miss, said you wanted to run with the Masters. They is up and getting dressed.”
Ginevra bolted upright. “Okay, thank you, Tizzy, I’m awake or I will be soon.” She looked around the semi-dark room and scrambled off the bed into the loo. She brushed her teeth quickly, fastened her bra, and threw on a sweatshirt and shorts. She bound her hair back in one long, highly placed, pony tail. She ran to the closet and picked up her new trainers and put them on over the warmed socks that had been left on the bed. She thanked the little house-elf, where ever she was. She raced to the door and opened it quickly to make her way down the stairs. The door across the hall opened at the same time.
“Whoa! Who are you? Wait, what are you doing in my house?”
Ginevra jumped and then backed up against the door. The green eyes pierced right through her and she hinted a sense of danger as Harry examined her.
“Harry, I’m Ginevra, your house guest. I was going to go running with you and Draco this morning.”
“Hey, Harry, where’s my…? Oh, good morning, Ginevra. Hey, are you okay?”
Harry turned and looked at Draco and then back to Ginevra. “Fuck!” he exclaimed and bounded down the stairs and out the front door.
“What happened?” Draco asked, not knowing whether he should stay with Ginevra or race after Harry.
“He— he didn’t know who I was and asked why I was in his house. Shit, Draco, he scared me for a second. Why did he just leave like that?”
“I think he was embarrassed. Damn it! This is my fault; I should've talked to him in the bedroom while we were getting ready. I got distracted. I should have told you to always wear a nametag. Come on, Ginevra, I’ve got to go find him.”
Ginevra conjured a nametag by the time Draco opened the front door. Harry was sitting on the stoop; he wiped his eyes as two bodies sat down on either side of him. “You okay, Harry?” Draco said as he put his arm around him.
Harry leaned into Draco. “I’m sorry I scared your friend, Draco. I know the wards won’t let anyone in to hurt us.”
“You know that?” Ginevra asked hesitantly.
Harry turned and looked at her and saw the nametag. “Oh Merlin, I’m sorry I scared you. Yes, it’s not that I know, but I can feel them.”
Ginevra put her hand on Harry’s shoulder. “I’m your friend too, Harry, or at least I hope to be. We just recently met and I am staying here to get to know both of you. Draco has asked me to be a surrogate for his child, your child.”
Harry shook his head. “So tell me, how badly have I screwed this up?”
“You haven’t at all, Harry, I promise,” Ginevra replied and reached up and kissed him on the cheek. “Now I'm freezing so either we start running or I go back inside and crawl into the warm bed.”
“We do warm-up stretches first,” Draco groaned. “They do nothing to keep you warm.”
If Ginevra expected that they would keep a slower pace around the property so she could keep up, then she was sadly mistaken. She goosed both of them as they lapped her the first time; the second she time she raised two fingers to them, much to their enjoyment. They found her stretched out on the lawn breathing hard when they opened the gate after the third lap. Draco had told Harry as they rounded the corner for the gate that he didn’t think she should be present for the next part of Harry’s schedule, when he read the papers.
“Bath?” Harry suggested.
Draco nodded. “Good idea. I’ll go draw it.” Draco Disapparated as Harry knelt down, picked up the panting witch, and carried her into the house. She lightly wrapped her arms around his sweaty neck and rested her head against his wet shirt.
“I can walk, you know.” she mumbled.
Harry looked down at her and she thought she would die of laughter when he said, “This is so much more fun. I imagine you are much lighter than Draco.”
Ginevra let him carry her up the stairs and into her bathroom. It was steamy and smelled of purple petunias. She didn’t know that scent could be captured. Harry set her down and she landed on her grass stained trainers.
“Breakfast will be brought up soon,” Draco said as he and Harry stepped out of the room. One of them spoke again and she suddenly found herself starkers as the door shut.
Ginevra stepped into the steaming water. All she could do was smile as she thought about the two of them. She stretched out her long, already sore legs, and picked up the natural sponge and body wash left by the side of the tub. They were certainly pampering her. Any other witch would have given anything to be in her position right now. As beautiful as they were and the desire they stirred by just being around them, she felt no attraction to them. Yes, I am most definitely a lesbian. If neither of these two didn’t get the juices stirring, no man ever would. She thought about Ashley, her latest lover of three months. What would the American witch think of all of this? She was going to be pissed. She would never understand the loyalty Ginevra felt towards her family; the purity of bloodlines and their importance in being continued. No, her Ashley would whinge and complain that it would interfere with their travelling plans. Ginevra knew it would be okay until she began to really show, because Ashley could not resist her touch, her magic. Ginevra laughed out loud shaking her head; what was she doing with such a shallow, self-centred witch? The last thing Ginevra wanted was to get involved again, get serious. She was too young to commit and Merlin knows there were too many beautiful women out there to satisfy and be satisfied by. If Ashley didn’t like it, then Ashley would be no more. Ginevra admitted to herself she hoped the blonde stayed.
Tizzy popped in with a breakfast tray and strong coffee. She knew the house-elf network must have been in use as the coffee smelled of cinnamon. Only her family’s elves knew that secret. She leaned over the tub and lifted the silver lid off the tray. Yes, they had most definitely been in contact. The French toast was topped with black currant jam and a sprinkle of powdered sugar.
The lid slipped from her fingers as she felt the wave of magic pass right through her. It clanged as it struck the rug and rolled onto the tile. Merlin, what the hell was that? Secrets, she knew they were keeping secrets. But neither of them scared her. Harry’s action this morning had frightened her for a moment, but she knew her children would be safe in this home. They would all make it work.
The word hit her in the face like a slap. Children. She smiled knowingly; she would be the only mother to the children Harry and Draco wanted. It would be too complicated with another witch involved; there would be too many chances of something going wrong. She would tell them tonight over dinner that she wanted the contract added to. Tomorrow night they would have dinner at the Manor to celebrate the signing, if it was to occur. She would have to make the stipulation by then, if Harry and Draco agreed to it. No, she would insist upon in it. Her insides turned warm, and she smiled: for someone with no motherly instincts, she was feeling quite protective of the two wizards downstairs and the children they would have.
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The day flew by for Ginevra. Harry’s schedule was intense and she was impressed that Draco was abiding by it. The only deviations were the cancellations of the visiting guests for the next few days. She snickered remembering from child development classes at Beauxbatons that babies and children thrived on schedules. With the help from the elves and family, this could work. They could do it despite Harry’s disability.
Ginevra went downstairs to the dining room at the prescribed dinnertime and found Draco alone sitting at the table.
“Where’s Harry?” she asked as she sat down below the portrait of Allison Potter. She preferred this seat as it looked out onto the springtime garden slowly coming into bloom.
“He got caught up on reading and is in the shower. We talked before I came down so he should know who you are.”
“You are very good with him. There have just been a few moments today where I was even aware of his disability. You were right; having his complete focus on you when he talks to you is quite an experience. I rather like it.”
Draco sniggered. “It’s gets even better in the bedroom.”
Ginevra laughed. “Well, I’ll leave that for you.”
“Sorry I’m late,” Harry said as he rushed into the room; his hair was still damp. The table immediately was reduced to a square. He set down his notebook, and to Draco’s amusement, his Earth Magic book.
The roasted lamb and vegetables were delicious, and the wine that Harry selected accented it perfectly. She didn’t want to keep them in suspense any longer.
“I’ve made my decision,” Ginevra said as the plates were cleared and afters were brought in. Draco fidgeted with the stem of the goblet, not being able to look at her. She thought that was quite endearing.
“I would be honoured to be your surrogate, but I do have one condition.” Ginevra wasn’t sure what their exact reaction would be but she had not expected the single tear from those big blue eyes to be shed.
“What is your condition?” Harry asked curiously.
Ginevra reached out and took a hand of each of theirs into hers. “I want to be the only mother of your children. Draco, I know you said Harry should make his own decision on the witch to bear his children, but I believe another witch would complicate things. I’m feeling quite protective of you two. So that is my condition, I would be honoured if you accepted it.”
“Ginevra, that is very wise of you and I thank you for offering. I accept,” Harry said, giving her a brilliant smile like she had never seen before.
“Ginevra, it is both of us who are honoured. I believe our children will be truly blessed to have you as their mother,” Draco said softly and then lifted her hand and kissed the back of it.
She almost joined Draco in his tears but stopped herself by changing the direction of the conversation. “Well, gentlemen, we must decide where this will take place; St. Mungo’s or St. Petrov’s. We will have to find a trustworthy Healer to perform the transfer.”
Harry shook his head. “Ginevra? Draco? Why a hospital? We should do this in our home.”
Draco and Ginevra both spat out their wine. Draco spoke first. “Harry, we won't actually have sex. I will deposit my sperm in vial and it will then be deposited into Ginevra when the time is right.”
Harry shuddered. “That is just so wrong for us, love. The baby should be conceived in love.”
“Harry, are you saying you want Draco and me to have sex?”
“No, Ginevra, I want you two to make love,” Harry responded looking between the two sets of wide eyes staring at him.
“But, Harry, Ginevra is a lesbian and we are gay,” Draco said looking at Harry like he was crazy.
“Merlin, Draco, I’m not daft. I know that. But we adore Ginevra, and I assume she likes us, or she would not have consented to be the mother of our children. I just believe the conception should occur naturally.”
Ginevra took a long cleansing breath before responding. “Harry, I've never been with a wizard before.”
Draco gulped. “You’re a virgin?”
Ginevra laughed, making both wizards smile. “I'm not sure my girlfriends would call me that.”
Draco blushed. “I’m sorry, that just came out wrong.”
Ginevra patted Draco on the hand. “It's okay, we’ve played with toys so it’s not like I’m a tight teenager.”
Draco coughed. Harry almost toppled out his chair laughing.
“But seriously, I don't think it would be wise for your relationship for me to make love to Draco. It would be strange. I think of you two as one, and I can’t imagine separating you two.”
Harry straightened himself up and his demeanour changed instantly. “Ginevra, I would also be there, but only Draco would have intercourse with you.”
“Oh my, Harry, I’m not sure this lesbian could handle one man much less two,” Ginevra said with a mischievous smile. Draco looked totally gobsmacked with the whole idea.
“I…I,” Draco stuttered.
“Kneazle got your tongue, Draco?” Ginevra said teasingly.
“Harry, it would have been nice to have been consulted before you suggested this,” Draco said a bit sternly.
Harry squeezed his eyes open and shut and a look of being ashamed crossed his face. “You're right, Draco, and I apologize. It is your and Ginevra’s decision to make. I just truly believe we could make this a beautiful conception ritual. It would be magically blessed. I will, of course, abide by your decision.”
The last statement struck Ginevra; she thought of them as equals, yet Harry’s last words revealed an underpinning to their relationship. She searched her memory of anything she could remember about what she had heard about them. Certainly the Malfoys didn’t say anything yesterday, but there was something that was at the front of her consciousness. The candle flame lit, yes, it was the duel. She remembered Harry saying he submitted to someone. She had asked her parents what it meant at that time and they didn’t answer her. The pieces were falling into place. Harry was powerful and was apt to do brave acts. Draco kept him grounded. It was beautiful to think about.
“Ginevra,” Draco said, breaking her out of her thought process. “Harry practices a different type of magic and traditions than we do. I believe what he is talking about is part of his, shall I say, religion.”
“Exactly!” Harry said excitedly. “If, Ginevra is to carry our children, she should have our protection and be connected to us. She should be honoured as a true mother should be.”
“I’m not aware of this tradition involved with honouring the mother.”
Harry opened up the Earth Magic book and turned to a marked page. Draco and Ginevra watched him read; at one point, they looked at each other and smiled.
Harry finally closed the book. “Ginevra, the mother is the giver of life. As we honour the Earth, and all she supplies us with, so we should honour the mother of our children.”
“But, Harry, I am not a fragile female who needs to be put on a pedestal.”
Harry shook his head again. “No, no, that is not what I mean. I mean your position in this relationship should be revered.”
“I have extended family members, on my father’s side, that practice the traditions. I must admit, I was never really interested in learning anything about it before. So there is an actual ritual?”
“Yes, with only a slight modification. Traditionally, it is the witch who wants to conceive’s mentor who would prepare her. The mentor being another witch but a wizard has done so in the past. So I think it would be fine if I played that role. It would all be based on pleasure. I would bathe both of you with special oils, there are candles and chants. I would then prepare you for orgasm, and then attend to Draco. The only time you would actually touch him is during intercourse. I would hold you while Draco made love to you and then there is the spell cast as you both climax. You would then be bonded with us for the pregnancy, and you and the baby would be protected from harm. So as I said earlier, it is not my decision to make, but I think you should both know how I feel about it.”
Harry stopped and then turned to focus his complete attention on Draco. “Love, I will understand if you choose to deposit your life force in a sterile bottle and have it deposited into Ginevra. But,” Harry said turning to Ginevra, piercing her with his determined eyes, “if we do this again, I will require the ritual. You will need to think about that when making the addition to the contract.”
“Zaebis,” Ginevra whispered as she couldn’t break her eyes away from Harry’s stare. Harry blinked and Ginevra shivered as the almost trance was broken. “Sorry, about the language,” she murmured.
Draco chuckled. “No apologies necessary, I think the word fits. You see, Ginevra, this happens to me quite often. You think you know him and then he takes it to a new level. As I said at the Victory Ball, never underestimate my husband.”
Draco then placed his hands on top of each of theirs. “Ginevra, I would be privileged if you would consent to this conceptual ritual. Harry, I would be honoured if you were our guide.”
“I accept, Draco,” Ginevra said solemnly. “And, Harry, I too would be honoured if you would be our guide.”
Harry beamed. “I think a toast is needed to celebrate this.” He raised his goblet and the other two did in kind. Draco wondered how things turned out this way and Ginevra wondered how she would tell Ashley about how the conception took place.
“What do we tell our parents tomorrow night?” Ginevra asked.
“The truth,” Harry and Draco answered together.
“Tomorrow night,” Draco said, “we will make the additions to the contract and then sign it. I guess we will also need to know where you are in your cycle, Ginevra.”
“Oh Merlin, I am terrible at keeping track of it!”
“In three days,” Harry said nonchalantly.
“What? How can you tell?” Ginevra asked looking at both of them for an answer. Draco just shrugged and shook his head.
“I have no idea how I know,” Harry responded. “I just do.”
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Draco had firecalled in the morning that there would be two additions to the contract, but did not delineate any further what they were. Harry, Draco and Ginevra decided that they would tell their parents as a unified front about Ginevra’s request to be the only mother of their children, and that they would not need the services of a mediwizard. The three arrived at Malfoy Manor for afters and drinks.
Draco immediately observed that the two prospective sets of grandparents were getting along quite well. He would talk to his father later to see if this was true or not. His parents had perfected their skills of appearing one way while the truth resided elsewhere.
Boris Grigorov was a very intimidating looking wizard. He was not exceptionally tall, but he was burly. His long wavy black hair was speckled with grey, and unlike the Malfoys, he was blessed with an abundance of facial hair. His thick curly black beard reached mid-chest and was cut straight across. His eyes were small and brown, but they did twinkle, letting anyone who got close enough know he wasn’t as gruff as he appeared.
Chantal Grigorov was a small petite witch. Draco was sure she and his mother were kindred spirits on the fashion front. Both wore the latest trends in the angle cut robes and both had trendy coiffed hair styles that disguised their long hair. Draco saw that Ginevra inherited her mother’s sienna eyes but not her smile. Boris must have been the proud bearer of that trait but no one could tell given the moustache and beard.
Draco, Ginevra, and Harry sat on one long couch facing four very happy looking parents. The parlour now had a small antique wooden bar set up, and Lucius immediately rose and poured the requested drinks. Draco glanced at Ginevra, seeing that she too recognized the respect his father was showing her parents. The house-elves could have easily served the guests, but it was the highest compliment one pure-blood wizard could give to another, to serve their guests when it wasn’t necessary.
No one brought up the additions to the contract this early, as that would have been uncouth; instead Ginevra gave her parents details of what it was like to spend time with Harry and Draco. Draco kept his stoic face but his insides were turning to mush. The witch understood the relationship Harry and he had. She never overtly mentioned Harry’s disability but let her parents know it was being addressed appropriately. Her parents seemed impressed with her exuberance. Draco suspected they rarely saw the mature and sincere side of their daughter. He and Harry had seen and experienced it, but he had been around enough pure-blood children to know that a little rebellion kept the parents frustrated. It was a role he knew well, yet his rebellion had to be hidden from his father. Most of the pure-blood aristocrats thrived on their children abiding by the traditions and manners but also pushing the edge just a little bit. It added to the gossip and drama of their lives.
Draco was engrossed in his own thoughts until he sensed a change in the air. It was subtle at first; Ginevra was sharing the moments of playing the piano with Draco, and then she laughed when she mentioned Harry transformed into a cat. Harry’s foot crossed over his knee and began to twitch as Boris began to speak. “You are an Animagus?” Boris asked. “I didn't know that was part of your repertoire, Harry.”
“Oh, Atets, Harry’s not just any cat, he’s a Kneazle. His fur is….” Draco saw Boris’s hand come up to silence his daughter and more importantly, he saw Harry’s foot freeze in mid swing.
“Kneazle? Are you sure, Ginevra?” Boris asked firmly.
“Yes, Atets, I know what a Kneazle looks like. Harry turned into a Kneazle, isn’t that right, Harry?”
Draco watched Harry; he appeared to be neutral about the subject matter, but a small muscle in his jaw was pulsating.
“Yes, that's correct, a Kneazle,” Harry replied, almost challenging.
“Hrumph. It is just an unusual form; in my country it holds great significance,” Boris replied.
“What would that be?” Lucius asked as he looked at the Russian Minister and his son-in-law. He stood up and stepped back over to the bar.
Boris turned to Draco. “You are aware of the Terra house at Durmstrang, are you not?”
“Yes, the Kneazle is the representative animal for Terra. I was in Gaduka, though,” Draco responded, not sure where this conversation was leading.
“I too was in Gaduka. The Terra house, as you must know, practices a different type of magic.”
“Yes, I had a few acquaintances from there, but obviously I did not attend any classes with them. I must admit, I remained ignorant of Earth Magic while I was there,” Draco said as he sipped the warmed brandy his father brought over to him.
“You are not now?” Boris said gruffly. Lucius set down a shot of iced vodka in front of Boris along with the bottle.
Draco remained looking at the Russian Minister, but he could feel Ginevra rearrange her sitting position. She was getting uncomfortable.
“I don't claim to know everything about it, but it is the magic and traditions Harry prefers and practices.” Draco watched Boris’ face swell but the Minister did not say a word.
“Ginevra, did you sleep well while you were at Godric’s Hollow?” Chantal asked, obviously trying to redirect the conversation and dissipate the tension.
“Oui, Mère,” Ginevra sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Were you able to keep up with Harry’s schedule?” Narcissa asked Ginevra.
“Somewhat, it was quite intense. I really enjoyed the duelling, but I must admit, I looked forward to the afternoon nap,” she replied to the woman who she thought could have easily been a Minister’s wife.
“You don’t approve,” Harry said pointedly to the Russian Minister.
Boris fiddled with the now empty shot glass; to his delight, Lucius stood up and refilled it for him. He lifted it to his mouth and downed it in one gulp with drips of the clear liquid clinging to his beard. He withdrew his handkerchief and wiped the drops away. Chantal looked mortified.
“Harry, it is not that I disapprove, I just have strong reservations. During my years at Durmstrang, I saw many incidents involving Natural Magic. It is not something to be tampered with.”
Draco saw the muscle twitch on Harry’s face. “Minister, I mean, Boris, Harry is not tampering, he has been trained these last four years. It is a long and complicated story. He received some books from an old Durmstrang housemate of mine and his aunt.”
Boris flinched and coughed loudly.
“But how could he be trained if he can't remember?” Chantal asked, looking at Draco.
It took everything Draco had not to comment on her talking like Harry wasn’t there. He heard a soft groan come from Ginevra.
“Maman, I have seen how Harry compensates for his injury. I have no doubt if Harry says he has been trained then he has been trained.”
“How do you know the wizard who trained him was qualified?” Boris said arrogantly.
“Witch,” Harry responded. His eyes were now focused on the table and Draco was sure he was trying not to raise them.
Draco believed the conversation and tension had gone far enough. He stood up. “Harry, I understand Boris’ concern, and I understand that it hurts you not to be trusted. I recommend you show him the book you received before the duel and the memoirs. Would you like me to go get them?”
Harry nodded approvingly and then his eyes travelled to the long windows draped in sage velvet. Draco Disapparated.
Chantal elbowed her husband and glared at him.
“I apologize, Harry, if I hurt your feelings, but Ginevra is my only child and I am concerned for her safety,” Boris said, trying to smooth things over before his wife punished him later that night.
Lucius knew what Boris said was like pouring salt on an opened wound. Harry would never hurt anyone. He could feel Harry’s magic building up. “So, Ginevra, you mentioned there were additions to the contract.”
Ginevra stared at Lucius, her eyes pleading him to be quiet. “Um, let's wait until this is settled, since it is related.”
Lucius sighed. The air cracked and Draco returned with the two books and the letter in hand.
Boris stood up and snatched the Memoirs from Draco’s hands. His eyes popped and then he fell to the ground on his knees in front of Harry and bowed his head to the floor. “My Lord, forgive my insolence.”
The room stilled, no one moved or even breathed except Harry. Harry knelt to the ground and lifted Boris back to vertical. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes.
“Boris,” Harry said softly, “it is not time for me to make that claim, but when I do there will be no bowing involved. Now I’ve known since the Victory Ball your secret. I wrote it down, as you know that is how I deal with my disability. I didn't say anything to anyone as I wanted to learn more about you. I know your intentions are good but you are weak. You are afraid someone will find out. Eta abizatselna chtobi tvaia simia znala, oni paimut i padjerjut tebia, kak ia delaiu."
Harry stood up and held out his hand helping the Minister to his feet. Boris turned to his wife and child. “I am sorry, Chantal and Ginevra, I have shamed our family,” he said penitently. He rolled up his sleeve revealing a bare thick wrist and forearm. Harry reached out and held the Minister’s wrist in his left hand; with his right pointing finger, he stroked the skin from the elbow crease down to Boris’s palm. The mark was faint to begin with but soon the blackness came and the snake and skull were unmasked.
“Zaebis!” Ginevra yelled and then jumped as her mother fainted off of her chair. Narcissa called for a house-elf. Draco and Lucius looked at each other and raised the matching corners of their upper lips.
“Ginerva, would now be a good time?” Lucius drawled.
Ginerva burst out laughing. “It would be perfect, but I think I will wait until ma mère is seated again.”
Draco whispered in her ear, “You might ask for some pillows around her chair; she may need them when you tell her we won’t need a Healer.”
“You are bad,” Ginevra whispered back.
“Are you going to share?” Harry whispered in her ear.
Ginevra whispered back, telling Harry what Draco had said. Harry’s shoulders shook.
Chantal returned to her seat a bit shaken; Lucius handed her a drink.
“It’s pink?”
“Yes, it is,” Lucius replied and sat down.
Narcissa moaned. “Chantal, it is a special drink Lucius makes to calm my nerves. If he were reading the expressions on our three children, he would have handed all of us one.”
“Boris, I think we should discuss this,” Chantal said nervously.
“Chantal, it should be discussed, but for my sake, I think we need to settle the contract first,” Harry requested.
Chantal pursed her thin lips. “As you wish.” She then proceeded to take a large sip of the pink drink.
“Mère, Atets, Lucius, and Narcissa, I have asked Harry and Draco for the privilege to be the only mother of their children. I have thought about this the last two days and this is something I believe will keep the children and the family safe. Both have agreed to the stipulation.”
Lucius cleared his throat. “That is very wise and considerate, Ginevra, and I agree to the addition. Boris?”
“Yes, yes, it's best not to have too many people involved. It will be written in. The next condition, Ginevra?”
Draco took a deep breath and heard Ginevra do the same. “Harry made the request that we follow the Earth Magic tradition of honouring the mother and conceive through traditional means. We will be abiding by the Conceptual ritual. In other words, we will not need the services of a Healer. Harry beliefs are strong in this matter; Draco and I believe they should be acknowledged and adhered to,” Ginerva said without stopping to breathe.
Draco closed his eyes for a moment enjoying the feeling of confusion and then the shock of what Ginevra said as it hit each of the parents.
“A natural conception?” Chantal said equivocally. “I am surprised and curious; of what will the ritual entail?”
Ginevra turned to Harry. “Harry, you explained it so beautifully last night, could you share the details with our parents?”
Harry glanced down at her and grinned. She raised her eyebrows back. From Draco’s vantage point, he couldn’t see, but he was sure her bottom lip must have been sticking out. Draco did see the slightly evil grin on Harry’s face and knew it was to be a memorable moment. Lucius must have seen the looks transpire as he rose and refilled everyone’s glasses and goblets.
“Lucius, do you have an extra pipe?” Harry asked. Lucius winked at him and reached into his robe, retrieving one and a pouch of tobacco.
Harry opened the pouch and began filling the pipe. “The goal of the ritual is obviously for a conception to occur, but it is the method and spells that are used that honours the mother witch, and protects her and any child that is conceived. Draco and I do honour Ginevra, and we will protect her, but the ritual makes it magically so.”
Harry closed the pouch and lit the pipe. He took a few puffs and released some rings before continuing. “I will be the guide. It is traditionally a witch’s role but there is no harm in a wizard playing the part. The setting calls for incense and candles. The candles will have a special arrangement, and the incense will be a mixture of carnation, rose and jasmine. Oils will also be introduced.
"The ritual starts with a bath. I will prepare the water with a combination of oils that Draco and I will make tomorrow. Draco, could you remind me please? The water will be infused with oils which are designed to both relax and stimulate the body. It is very common in Natural Magic to have opposing traits in the same potion.
"Ginevra and Draco will each enter the bathroom, which will only lit by candles. I will remove Draco’s clothing first and then Ginevra’s. They will enter the waters while I chant a few spells. I will first cleanse Ginevra and then Draco. I should state now that they are not allowed to touch each other until the moment of intercourse.”
Draco swallowed hard as he heard two of the parents inhale deeply. He guessed it was the fathers.
“I will dry each of them off and rub another lotion to smooth the skin and once again stimulate the nerves. They will then be led to the bed. Draco will sit on one side while Ginevra will lie on the other. I will first stimulate Ginevra, as usually the female takes longer to arouse. Considering her sexual preference it might take some work.” Draco bit his lower lip as he heard Ginevra snicker.
“And stimulation would consist of?” Ginevra asked, stirring the already hot cauldron.
Harry rested his pipe on his crossed knee. “My readings tell me that most witches find breast stimulation and oral sex pleasurable,” Harry replied unabashedly and then hesitated and snickered. “Of course, that would be a typical male action; no, for Ginevra we would have to build up to that type of stimulation. I will bring her to the point of orgasm and then stop. The orgasm is reserved for the father.”
Draco heard his father clear his throat again. Draco couldn’t look at him knowing he would see that eyebrow raised causing Draco to lose it and start laughing.
“I would then turn my attention to Draco, who probably at this point would not require too much additional attention, but I would also bring him to the same state as Ginevra either manually or orally. I will leave that to him to decide.”
“Orally,” came an almost inaudible whisper. Everyone’s heads turned and Chantal cheeks matched her drink.
“At this point, I will sit on the bed against the headboard. Ginevra will be placed between my legs. Draco will then be allowed to penetrate and make love to her. The readings say that I should be able to monitor Ginevra’s reaction and guide Draco to give the intensity required. They are to climax as one and then I will cast the final spell binding Ginevra and the results of the conception to both of us. That is about it.”
Harry picked up the brandy and took a nice long sip.
Ginevra leaned forward. “So, Mère and Atets, don’t you agree that it is a much more meaningful and rewarding conceptual method than going to a Healer’s office?”
Boris just shook his head and roared with laughter. “Yes, dear, I am just surprised, given your sexual preference, you would agree to have sex with two men at the same time.”
“Boris, you slug! It will be more than just sex; it will be a magical experience. Our daughter will be honoured in a way every witch should be,” Chantal retorted with strong disdain for her husband.
Narcissa patted Chantal’s hand. “You are right, Chantal, all I got for Draco’s conception was.…”
“Narcissa~” Lucius bellowed, “You wouldn’t?”
“Oh, please tell, Mother; I, your son, am just dying to know what my parents said during my conception.”
Narcissa lifted her chin and her nostrils flared. “Ginevra, I think it sounds beautiful.”
“I agree, Narcissa, our grandchild will be blessed to have had such a beginning.” Chantal gave Narcissa’s hand a squeeze.
“Can we watch?” Lucius drawled.
“No! Draco and Ginevra yelled together.
Harry laughed and replied, “That can be arranged.”
Lucius froze. “Harry, I am joking.”
Harry brought the pipe to his lips and took his time releasing the next set of rings. “Father, I know you are, but the history says it was the right of the grandparents to observe, to ensure paternity.”
“Father, maybe you should add this book to your class curriculum,” Draco suggested with a sneer.
“Draco, I know you're teasing, but you may have point. It would be a topic that even those of us who have been raised traditionally in Britain would find interesting. As to the topic at hand, I am impressed that you three wish to take this route. I just have one question, and that is for Harry. Son, how will you restrain yourself? I am sure the experience will be quite arousing.”
“That will not be an issue,” Draco stated with authority.
Boris grunted. “Okay, I was not going to say anything else so as not to be in further trouble with my wife, but my mind is going in too many directions trying to understand why it will not be an issue.”
Draco glanced towards the Minister. “It’s for two reasons, but I will only tell you one. Harry has incredible self-control, just as he does in his magical capabilities.”
“Zut alors! I am getting warm,” Chantal said with a teenager’s giggle.
“Merlin, Draco, now I'm curious about the other,” Narcissa added, joining Chantal in the giggle.
“It’s personal,” Draco sniped.
“You know, Ginevra, don’t you?” Chantal said. “I recognize that look.”
Ginevra leaned back onto the couch between Harry and Draco. “I believe I do, and Draco is correct, it is personal.” She patted both Harry's and Draco’s hands.
Harry shook his head. “All of you are acting like I should be embarrassed about it. I'm certainly not. According to my notes here, I told the whole wizarding world at the duel why. Draco stabilizes me. He is the Dragon and I am the Phoenix. The Dragon protects the Phoenix.”
“You are talking about submission,” Boris whispered.
“Yes, that is what I am talking about. Draco can tell me to hold off until he gives his permission to release.”
“God,” Chantal whispered. Her face was now more crimson than pink.
“And that permission, my husband,” Draco said as he turned and looked at Harry, “will be your reward after Ginevra leaves our bedroom.”
“I have to leave?” Ginevra whined. Draco and Harry both looked at her and then each other with smirks in place.
Draco reached for his snifter and drained the last of his brandy. “You see, Minister, too much magical power can be corrupting. Harry, thank Merlin, has an innate sense of right and wrong, but even he can be tempted. It is my position to make sure he has someone to answer to. Don’t you find it is also true of political power?”
Boris nodded. “Yes, yes, I understand completely; that is why I was brought to my knees when I discovered that Harry was the Head of the Snake. The Dark Lord was a fraud.”
“Boris, how have you lived with the Dark Mark? I never saw you at a Death Eater gathering,” Lucius asked. Narcissa glared at her husband. Lucius lowered and raised his eyelids slowly at her and Narcissa turned away with fake smile on her face.
“It was a mistake. Our traditions are old and ancient. We believed that we submit to the Head of the Snake.”
“But you were Gaduka, not Terra,” Draco stated.
“Draco, I may not have the capability to perform Terra magic, but my family’s roots are in the house. I was brought up in the Terra tradition. I never really paid much attention to my elders; when the Dark— V-v-vold….”
“Tom, Tom Riddle is easier to say,” Lucius proffered.
Boris nodded. “When Tom Riddle came to my country, I became entranced with him and joined his cause, as did my brother-in-law, Gregory. We were both Marked. I thought my family would be proud that I had finally joined my heritage; instead they were horrified and I was told that Tom Riddle had stolen the position. For the first time, I listened to my elders and what the true beliefs and traditions of Earth Magic were. Both Gregory and I tried to leave when we discovered what we had joined. Gregory and my sister, Lana, were murdered by Tom Riddle. They were Mikhail’s parents.
“I have heard that Dumbledore was the only wizard Tom Riddle feared, but he feared another, and she was a witch. He feared Kisa. Kisa was my aunt as she was Mikhail’s. When Mikhail’s parents were killed, Kisa tracked down Tom Riddle and threatened him. He knew she was the instructor of the Chosen One and she could strike him down. She ordered him to leave me alone and any of the true members of the Earth Magic religion.”
“That is why he just had his Death Eaters and not the rest of the followers,” Draco said talking to himself.
“Yes, Kisa knew that she should not kill him until there was a replacement, but she did her best to minimize the damage he caused to the founding religion and its members. She told me that one day the ‘Chosen One’ would claim his rightful place. I asked how I would know if he could be trusted. She said, He will have my Memoirs. She also said she would train him, which I believe she has done. The Dark Lord was a fraud: Harry Potter is the real thing.”
“Voldemort was a very powerful evil fraud. I will not betray the true Earth Magic traditions and beliefs,” Harry said forthright. Harry then turned to Draco, who was still entranced with the newly added information. “Love, we need to sign the contract soon, it is starting to fade.”
Lucius jumped up and produced the contract. He and Boris made the additions and both signed it. Harry, Draco, and Ginevra followed in kind. The parchment lifted off the table, rolled up and vanished.
tbc
Eta abizatselna chtobi tvaia simia znala, oni paimut i padjerjut tebia,
kak ia delaiu. (Russian) It is important that your family knows. They will accept you as I do.
Mère is French for Mother, while Maman means Mum. I intentionally had Ginevra use both terms for Chantal.
Atets: Russian for Father.
A/N Ten more chapters to go and then the epilogue. :)