Chapter 11- Sorting Houses

 

          “Kain Malfoy.”

 

          The rush of noise that hit the Great Hall as McGonagall called the ebony haired boy to be sorted sounded like a roar.  Draco took Harry’s hand under the table and their elemental pendants, as well as those of Damiana, Rhiannon and Legolas, glowwed a dull white.  Ice blue eyes met silver-blue and emerald before he sat, and with a smirk, looked up to the enchanted ceiling.  Keya’s glowing blue eyes smiled down at him and he nodded the Griffindor Head of House.  The Sorting Hat gasped as it was placed on his head.

 

          “Strange… to the two greatest Houses you do belong, but where to place you…” it said, “Far be it within my power to break tradition.  Hard it is for the two not to judge.”

“Slytherin is fine.” Kain said, eyes flickering to the green and silver table, then red and gold.

“But to Griffindor you also belong.  The noble heart you have is not-“

“I said Slytherin is fine.”

 

          Snape stood from his seat between Crawler and Draco, and cast a worried gance at Minerba.  Draco felt the scar on his hand tingle, just as Harry felt his own, and they looked at Kain’s shoulder.  Where his scar was hidden under his robes a faint bolt of white light was present.

 

          “Try to bring the two together will you?  ery dificult indeed.  Open minded are you… very good.  Slytherin it is!”

 

          Minerva removed the hat and as Kain stood, he smirked.  There was no applause.  His eyes flashed as he walked to the table, seating himself in the Head of House’s chair.  One of the older boys, most likely a 6th or 7th year, leaned over to whisper words of sage advise to him.

 

          “That’s Snape’s seat.”
”You’re point being…?”

“You can’t sit there.  He’ll rip you apart!”

“He can try.”

 

          Kain looked over his shoulder at Snape, who leered at him before nodding and returning to the Professor’s table.  The Slytherins looked at him in shock.

 

          “Snape’s my Godfather.” Kain laughed.

“You’re Lucius’ son?  Thought Draco was an only child.”

“He is, and I’m Draco’s son, not that bastard that he called a father.”

“But how?  He would’ve had to’ve been like 9 years old!”

“I never said it was biological.  Dad and Papa –that would be Harry Potter- adopted me, sort of.  Actually, I adopted them.”

“Potter?  As in the Boy Who Lived?!  Traitor!”

 

          Kain’s eyes flashed and thw boy was flung backwards.  The Slytherin table grew quiet.

 

          “If you’ve got a problem with my parents, then you’ve not only got a problem with me, but the whole Griffindor House, and many of your professors.  Not to mention her.”

 

          he pointed up to Keya, who growled loudly, eyes flashing with electricity.  The whole hall grew quiet at that.

 

          “Ah yes…” Dumbledore said, “Students, as is clearly stated, the Forbidden Forest is just that, and you will risk answering to Mr. Filch if you venture ou that way.  Also, I’d like everyone who hasn’t done so already to take notice of the dragon on the ceiling.  She is here for the protection of my very important guests.”

 

          Legolas, Crawler, Damiana and Rhiannon stood.

 

          “Legolas Greenleaf, as some of you may know, is the Prince of Elves, and he and his advisors, Mr. Crawler and Ms. Ravenshaw are here on official business.  Rhiannon Evans, a Hogwarts graduate, is to be teaching a special Dueling class, available only to 6th and 7th years.”

 

          Draco, Harry, Ron and Sirius stood.

 

          “I am sure that you will all be on your best behavior for your professors, and as customary at the beginning of the term, I would like to introduce four new additions to the Hogwarts staff.

 

          “Joining Ms. Evans will be Mr. Ronald Weasly, a Griffindor I am quite sure you all have heard of.  Like the other professors, they have the ability to add or subtract points from your Houses.

 

          “In addition to Professor Lupin, Sirius Black will also be teahing Defense Against the Dark Arts.

 

          “And you all should know them, but for the sake of doing things properly, we have Mr. Harry Potter and Mr. Draco Malfoy, Kain’s fathers, on staff.  For those interested, we will be offering an Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts, and an Advanced Potions course.  They will also be helping out in your regular classes, as they have had first hand experience with all.  I know you will make them feel welcome.

 

          “Now, I believe this grand feast is next, and I ask you all to join me.”

 

          Food appeared on the tables and once again the Hall erupted in excited chatter.  Harry and Draco glanced at Kain, who was already eating a large salad.

 

          <You alright?> Harry asked.

<I just wish this would all be over.  They’re all bad mouthing Griffindors, and you and Dad.  I want to, I don’t know, kill them?  Guardians aren’t supposed to want to kill people, are they Papa?>

<You’re still adjusting to the energy Draco and I gave you.  You and Sirius can terrorize them all you want tomorrow.>

 

          Kain turned and looked at his parents, a wide smile on his face as they held up their joined hands.  His attention was brought back to the table by a loud snort.

 

          “Faggots.” a slimy looking girl, a fellow 1st year, scoffed.

“Excuse me?” growled Kain.

“Never thought Malfoy, of all the pure-bred Wizards, would fall for a gucking Mudblood.  Dirtied his-“

“For your information, Draco Malfoy, my father, is a Malfoy by name and association only.  He’s a Greenleaf by blood.”

“Yea, right!  And I’m Cleopatra.”

 

          Kain stood up and headed for the professors table.  Dumbldore nodded and he moved to where Harry and Draco sat.

 

          “What’s up?” Draco asked as the dark haired boy put a hand on both his shoulder and Harry’s.

“They don’t believe that you’re not a Malfoy by anything other than name.”

“Tsorry to disappoint you, but my mother was a full blooded Malfoy.”
”But she was also an Elf, and your father is-“
”Unless my ears become pointed over night, there’s little I can do to make them believe it.  I can’t charm my ears to look Elven.  My body chemistry wouldn’t allow it.”

“Damn.  Oh well.  Can I hurt them?”
”Not unless they throw the first punch.” Harry interupted.

“I had a worm magiced into my salad.”

“Did it bother you?” Rhiannon laughed.

“Not really.  Much to their disgust, I ate it.”

          The teachers and their guests laughed, and Kain went back to his table with a sile on his face.  He winked up at Keya, and she purred at him, spitting a small blue ball of flames down at him.  How it got through the ceiling was a mystery to the students, and as the flames became an ice sculpture of Prongs, Fox and himself, the Black Phoenix held by Devil’s Snare, he laughed out loud.  Rhiannon smiled and the water in his glas rose to create the symbol ofher elemen.

 

          <Very funny Aunt Rena.>

<Drop the ‘aunt.’  I’m not that old.>

<But I’m allowed to call Snape ‘Uncle Severus,’ and Sirius  is ‘Uncle Sirius.’>

<You’re first day as a human and already you’re familiar with everything.  Fine, but it’s ‘Aunt Rena’ only to piss off the Slytherins.  As a Hufflepuff I do have some dignity and morals.>

<Not when it comes to telling Legolas off you don’t.> Draco interupted.

 

          Kain turned and looked at his aunt, who made his pumpkin juice refuse to pour out of his goblet.  With a sly smile, he flicked the water globe before him down the table, laughing as it hit everyone along the way in the face.  The other tables laughed with him.  Draco gave his sister a stern look and then a high five.  Despite the situation, they were still going to have fun.

 

          Harry looked to Hermione, then Ron, and they all laughed at the words McGonagall had made with the contents left on their plates.

 

          “The Marauders are back in Hogwarts.”

 

          Sirius smiled and looked up to the ceiling.  A wolf’s cry echoed in his ears and Draco sent him a happy image of Fox and Padfoot running with a silver and tawny werewolf.

 

          “Moony’s mine, Fox.”

“I’ve got Prongs, why do I need Moony?  I was merely suggesting a late night run.  The others are more than welcome to join us, of course.  They are Marauders after all.”

“Man, wait until Lupin finds out about Kain.  He’ll go nuts.”

“Speaking of Kain, what’s his marauder name going to be?” Harry asked. “I mean I’m ‘Prongs’, Draco’s ‘Fox’, you’re ‘Padfoot’, Lupin’s ‘Moony’, Ron’s gonna call himself ‘Knight’, Hermione’s ‘Starbolt’, Ginny’s not exactly a sworn Marauder, but she’s ‘Diva.’”

“Snitch.” Draco said.

“What?”

“Somebody let out a Snitch.”

 

          Harry found it almost immediately, as did the other Seekers in the Great Hall.  He stood and followed it, and was just about to walk around the table when Draco pulled him down.

 

          “BLUDGERS!!” one studed shouted as madam Hooch summoned the Quidditch chest.

 

          All of the Hogwarts supplies were in their rightful places.  She pulled the beaters from thecase and whisteled.

 

          “Beaters!” she shouted, tossing one to each table, “Albus, clear the tables!”

“Already done.  Seekers, catch that Snitch.  Someone find something to hold those Bludgers!”

 

          Minutes passed and no one had caught the snitched and the bludgers had just missed breaking a window.  Harry and Draco were on the floor trying to help, while everyone else ducked and screamed.

 

          “oh fuckit!” Damiana cursed as the Bludgers headed straight for Harry and Draco, “I know I said I’d never cheat during a match, but the season hasn’t even started!”

 

          Just before they would’ve hit, the Bludgers stopped, and then flew to the chest one of the 5th years had found.  Kian held his hand out in front of Draco and *SMACK* caught the Snitch.  It wizzed around the three before returning to his hand and he gave it to Madam Hooch.

 

          “Sorry, did you want to catch that?” he smirked as Harry and Draco gave him a dark look, laughter playing in their eyes despite their serious expressions.

“Remind us to never let you play Quidditch.”

“Why, afraid I’ll make a better Seeker?”
”No body’s better than your Papa.”

“We’ll have to make a match of it then.”

“After you learn to fly.”
”When do we learn?”
”You start tomorrow, and if you’re lucky, you’ll land a seat on your House Team.”

“And maybe Slytherin will kick Griffindor’s ass finally.”

 

          Harry smacked his mate and ruffled Kain’s hair.  Dumbledore let the Prefects take the students to their common rooms, and Kain headed straight for the 7th year students private dorms.

 

          “That’s off limits, 1st year.” a burly 7th year said as he moved to an unmarked door.

“It was my father’s room.”

“Yea whell, unless Snape gives you  the key, there’s no way past the door.”

“I don’t need a key.”

 

          With a smirk he pulled his triple goddess neckalce off, and laid it into the groove under the knob.  The black enamel flashed red, then green and white, and the door disappeared.  The 7th years looked at him with wide eyes as a green light swirled through the room, redecorating everything, right down to the ceiling and walls.  Rather than just another private room, they were looking at a miniature forest, the floor lush grasses surrounded by trees that had been charmed to act as dressers.  The bed was made to blend in perfectly with the trees, and looked like a small grove, vines hanging around it like a thick curtain, flowers adorning everything.  The walls and ceiling went on forever, blended into the room, and enchanted to match the sky outside.  Of course they didn’t know that during the day he would be able to see all of the Hogwarts grounds that were outside his room.  He almost wondered if that’s why Draco had picked this particular room.  If he’d made a doorway along the one wall, he could walk out to the court yard.

 

          “Is- is that a stream?!” one gasped.

“Yup.  Waterfall too.  I happen to enjoy the sound of running water.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have things to put away before I meet my parents and the Headmaster.”

 

          Before they could protest, Kain walked into his room, two large blue herons following him carrying a black pine trunk.  A perrigrion falcon flew in and landed on Kain’s shoulder.

 

          “Good to see you again Stalker.” he said, taking the letter tied to his leg. “Hm… bring this to Fawkes for me, and wait.  I’ll be there shortly.”

 

          The bird chattered a bit and Kain smiled.  He handed the raptor a small flower one of the herons brought him and motioned to where they could all see Keya standing in the court yard.  Fawkes was perched on her head, and the falcon nodded before flying off.

 

          “You can talk to your bird?”
”I can talk to all animals.”

“Even snakes?”
”Yes, even snakes.”

 

          He took his wand from the other heron and left the room.  The two 7th years moved to get a closer look at when the herons walked out, shutting the door and standing outside of it.  They squawked at the boys and pecked at them as they tried to get past.  They ran when the birds eyes went white and flashed with electricity.

 

~!*!~

 

          Harry and Draco walked hand in hand into their room, and once the door was shut and locked, redecorated.  Half of the room was Earth while the other half was Fire.  The streams that cut through ran from both halfs, one water, the other lava, and both joined in a smoking pool.  A hot tub fit for two such as Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.

 

          The bed was decked in white satin, surrounded on the Earth side with vines of flowers, and on the fire side by dead vines, still set ablaze.  Harry wrinkled his nose at it, and shook his head at Draco.  With a defeated sigh, the blonde changed the room, being now completely that of Earth, but made to look like they were in a cave, a single stream of lava flowing, a bridge of moss covered stone over it, and a waterfall of crystal clear spring water falling into a large pool at the end, making their hot tub.  This time the bed was set into the stone floor, stalagtites and stalamites surrounding it, decorated in crystals of every color to look like a flowering vine, and just for the hell of it, some actual ferns and vines growing around it.  There were torches on the wall, but Harry changed them to wall scones, with large pillar candles.  There were a few tall free-standing candelabras, and in Harry’s opinion, it looked like something out of a Muggle Vampire movie. [1]  He made a few drawers and bookshelves in the stone walls that jutted out to partition the bedroom, bathroom and sitting area, and their chest were tucked away in a little alcove in the far corner.  There was a large ‘window hole’ above the sitting area, and the moonlit sky was shown through perfectly.

 

          “Like it?” Draco asked, sitting on the bed.

“Much better than it was before.  The moss is a great touch, but I don’t think plants would live in a cave like this.”
”It’s magic, Harry, use your imagination.”

 

          Harry settled down next to him and stared up at the jewel covered ceiling.

 

          “Feels weird, beind called ‘Dad.’” Draco said as he leaned down to kiss his mate.

“’Papa’ is worse.  Why’s I get stuck sounding like the overly gay one?”

“Because Malfoy’s are dominant, and Potter begins with a ‘P’, so it’s easy logic.”

“You’re the one who wears a thong and has long hair like a woman.”

“So?”

“So, you’re the feminine one.  I wouldn’t be surprised if you and Hermione went shopping and I came home to find you in a dress and wearing an apron.”

“Apron?  Dress?  Not on your life.”

“I’d like it if you wore a dress.”

“Sick bastard.”

“What, you object to being the woman at our Hand Fasting?”
”We’re going to be skyclad, Harry.  I don’t have a woman’s body.”

“That could be arranged…”
”You wouldn’t dare!”

“I lived 3 years without your body Draco, and either way, I’d still be making love to you.”

“But I am a man, and you know you wouldn’t feel right about taking me if I didn’t have a dick.”

“Oh really?  Prove it.”

“Fine!”

 

~TBC~

 

AN:  What a terrible place to end my chapter.  I’ll be living up to the rating in the next chapter, but it isn’t necessary to read it to understand what will follow it, so you don’t have to read it if you don’t want to (why you wouldn’t want to read a juicy H/D lemon, I don’t know…).  Anywho!  Like always, I live off Feedback, so throw me a big, juicy steak-like one and I’ll love ya forever.

 

Footnotes:

 

[1]- It’s kinda weird, but I thought of the catacombs and whatnot from Ann Rice’s ‘Interview With A Vampire’.  That and an Egyptian tomb, but it’s not gold and pyramid shaped.  Eventually I’ll have pictures of their rooms and stuff for those of you who are having trouble envisioning my creations.  (I’m having a bitch of a time with Harry’s apartment from chapter 1, so these should be a piece of cake.  If anyone is interested in drawing them as they see them, feel free.)