Rating: T, possible M at some points (warning will be placed at top if M is present)
Warnings: AU, Past Abuse, Violence, Minor Language, Minor Sexual Situations (later)
Relationships: TBA next chapter
Disclaimer: I own nothing but in insane thoughts and Elly
Summary: Raised as a Malfoy, Sirius' estranged son, Draco Black, wants nothing more but vengeance for his murdered mother and the loss of his father when he was a baby. But becoming his real self is harder than just dropping the mask he so carefully keeps up. And with deathly nightmares, a suspicious godbrother, a fawning father, and confusing feelings for Granger, he has a lot on his plate. Point of view changes to suit characters and plot line.
A Family Affair
Harry couldn't understand it; it only recently became noticeable. He had been using a pensieve to look through the past; watching as the battle at the Department of Mysteries played out in the silvery pool before him. He had almost lost Sirius that night, but his godfather had put up a silent shield, blocking the jet of light that spilled from Bellatrix's wand; or at least that's what he thought had happened. He had watched his memory over and over, knowing he saw a shock of blonde hair and a wand off to the side of his godfather. No matter how many times he watched it, it never changed. Draco Malfoy had been at the Department with them, and for some reason Harry couldn't understand, he had put up the shield for Sirius Black, saving him in the process. Just as quickly as he'd come, he had disappeared though.
After being saved, Sirius was able to get the upper hand on his insane cousin enough to get away from the path of the dark veil behind him. While the fight had not ended with either dying, it had blown up into a painful mess. Sirius was wounded badly and just hardly made it out of the Department with his life. Lestrange had almost lost her arm and was in a bad way when she had been taken away by a fellow Death Eater. Sirius had just hardly survived, reminding Harry of how violent his life really was. The people around him were constantly in danger, and the one person who felt like family had almost been taken away from him. He had no idea how he could've made it through losing his godfather; Sirius happened to be an important figure in his life; father-like really.
Because his godfather was such an obvious supporter of the Light side, Draco's helping him just did not make any sense. Shaking his head, he tried to clear the cobwebs and make sense of everything, but there was no reason for him to save Sirius. If Harry really thought about it, Sirius was Draco's cousin, but Sirius had been removed from the Black family and Draco wouldn't dare go against that ruling. Plus, Bellatrix is his aunt too, and she'd probably been in his life the whole time, so why would he go against her to save the uncle he doesn't care for. And what was he doing there in the first place?
Recently, just before the summer, Dumbledore had been killed and Harry still believed it was a great deal Draco's fault. Though he hadn't been able to kill the Headmaster himself, he had still come to do so but failed. As he paced his bedroom, Harry shook his head over and over, trying to understand what had happened. He had always believed, for good reason, that Draco Malfoy was a dark and horrid person. So why had he spared Dumbledore and saved Sirius? What sense did it make in Draco's confused mind?
The alarm clock on his end table began ringing loudly, announcing midnight in all of its incredible glory. He was now officially seventeen, which meant he no longer had to stay with the Dursley's. As if someone had been watching the seconds on their watch, the doorbell rang downstairs. Gathering his things, Harry couldn't held the satisfied grin and happy sigh that escaped him. He used his wand to undo every single lock outside his door; being able to do magic was invigorating.
Making his way down, he was greeted by the angry purple face of none other than Vernon Dursley, who was sputtering and pointing at the man outside the door. "You and your kind are not allowed in my house!" he exclaimed, waving his pudgy arms around frantically.
Giving a short laugh, Sirius Black stepped in through the door. "Have no worries, Dursley, I don't plan to ever return, and neither does my godson here. Isn't that right Harry?" he asked, grinning up at him.
"Definitely," Harry said, hurrying down the stairs with his trunk and Hedwig's cage in his hands.
He made his way to the door, sparing a glance at his now huffing uncle. His aunt Petunia stood in the background, her hand wrapped around her housecoat, keeping it closed. She looked utterly ridiculous with her curlers in and a look of shock on her pinched face. Looking around the house one last time, his eyes landed on the cupboard momentarily before moving up the stairs to see his cousin, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his fat fist.
Years had been spent with this family of people who did nothing more than put him down at every turn. He had lived through being spoken to as less than dirt; he had grown up sleeping and practically living in a cupboard beneath the stairs. Number Four Privet Drive held only bad memories and sad dreams. Lies were imprinted in the walls, hate made up the people inside of it, and he wanted nothing more to do with any of it. He didn't want to think of the cupboard ever again, he never wanted to remember a single meal spent in discomfort with the three people there, and he wished never to consider working in the back garden ever again. He wanted to walk away, to forget it all; in fact, if were allowed, he'd obliviate himself of the whole thing.
"I hope you know, that you were certainly the worst family I have ever had the indecency to know. Were I not incredibly happy to be leaving, I'd gladly stay here to list off the many reasons why you are horrid people." With that, he followed his godfather, who was cheerily laughing into the night, and crossed the lawn to stand on the walkway by the street.
"How does it feel, Harry?" Sirius asked, breathing in a deep gust of air. "The freedom," he told him, shaking his head. "Does it not make the air smell fresher?"
Chuckling, Harry nodded, a grin plastered on his face. "It feels... wonderful," he told him, feeling a swell in his chest. He had been waiting for this day for as long as he could remember. No longer would he have to live with the Dursley's; he was free.
"Come along then," Sirius said, waving his arm. "We should be on our way home."
"Home," Harry repeated, nodding.
One word held so much in it, he was sure his face would break from smiling excitedly. The Dursley house had never been a home; not on his best day there, when he was given and extra scrap and they simply ignored him instead of putting him down. The Burrow had come in close, possessing an incredible resemblance to what he'd always thought a home should be like. With the family that lived inside of it and the odd schematics of the house, he couldn't help but love it. However, part of him had always felt like someone walking in on something. Like he had ventured into someone else's home, rather than his own. But he had a great feeling about living with Sirius, he really thought that Grimmauld Place would become his first home.
"There's somebody you should meet actually," his godfather said, suddenly looking incredibly nervous. "Did I ever tell you I was married, Harry? he wondered, looking over at him briefly.
Wiping the surprised look from his face as quickly as he could, Harry shook his head. "No, I had no idea."
For some reason, Harry had always thought of Sirius as being that ultimate bachelor type. The kind of guy who dates off and on, believes in love but never finds it, and perhaps even had someone but don't anymore. He could see him growing old with nothing but fun and family around him, never married, no children. But then, as he said it, he thought it through. If he could think of Sirius in a fatherly way, why couldn't he take on that part? Why wouldn't he have some wonderful wife waiting on him to get out? They had never really discussed anything but himself and his parents, so Harry had never really thought of Sirius having his own family. It was an interesting concept.
Smiling, Sirius nodded. "Her name was Eltanin, but she preferred Elly," he explained, sighing. "We met in my seventh year, she was a Slytherin." He chuckled lightly at Harry's shocked face, before continuing. "Do you remember when you told me that you asked the Sorting Hat to put you in Gryffindor, because you didn't want to be Slytherin?" he wondered.
"Yes," Harry replied, nodding. "He said I would do best in both houses, but Slytherin could be better suited for me."
"Right, but you wanted to be in Gryffindor because you'd heard horrible things about Slytherin." Harry nodded, which made Sirius shrug. "Elly's parents were purebloods through and through; she wouldn't be able to go through the ridicule and disappointment her parents would've placed on her had she gone to a different house. So she convinced the Sorting Hat to put her in Slytherin."
Nodding, accepting the explanation, Harry asked, "What's she like?"
"Beautiful, with blonde hair that reached her shoulders, soft and straight. Almond shaped blue eyes that just seemed to shine whenever she laughed. And the most amazing smile, with these beautiful pink lips and perfect white teeth. By Merlin, she was funny too," he said, grinning. "Sarcastic and witty; you could never say anything without hearing a quip directed right back. And intelligent beyond words, she was always beating me in my studies. Not that I was exactly trying, but it was as if she worked just to get one grade better than me. She was just below Lily in her grades, which is one of the reasons she didn't make Headgirl our last year."
"How long have you been married?" Harry queried, crossing his arms as the night air began to chill.
"We married just out of school," he admitted, nodding. "She- It's a long story," he said, quietly. "In any case, it's getting late, I'm sure you're tired. So why don't we continue this tomorrow, after you've woken up," he suggested.
Though Harry was very interested in knowing more about Sirius' life before Azkaban and the wife he would be meeting soon, he let it go and agreed to wait until the morning. A short moment later, Sirius apparated them to outside the gates of number 13 Grimmauld Place. He seemed much more tired and quiet than he had before, and Harry couldn't help but wonder why he had suddenly lost all of his happiness from before. He looked much better than he had when Harry had last seen him. He had cut his hair and washed it, thankfully, along with a nice shave, he was seeming much more youthful, matching his personality. His face still possessed a haunting quality, but Harry had seen him without it when he had been speaking of freedom. Perhaps it was the talk of his wife that was depressing, but that didn't make sense really. He sounded as if he truly loved her and Harry assumed that was who he was meeting. So why would she bring him despair?
Opening the door to the house, Harry was surprised to see that it had been cleaned up immaculately. No longer was it dilapidated, nor was it dusty, dirty, or smelly. Paint had been put up on the walls, a bright white colour in the front hall. The banister and stairs looked like new, leading up to the second floor. Looking to each side, he was greeted with new furniture, rugs, and a warm, homey sense. "This place..." Harry said in awe.
"Yes, it looks much better, doesn't it?" Sirius asked, gaining back that happiness from earlier, not for long though.
"It's incredible," Harry told him, grinning.
"We've been redecorating, ever since Dumbledore... we've had more time to spend together," Sirius explained, sounding quite vague really. The despair returned, but now Harry knew why; the late Headmaster caused this feeling, but he had nothing to do with Sirius' earlier upset. "If you're hungry, you know where the kitchen is. It's been stocked up and cleaned, thanks mostly to Molly, really," he said with a brief chuckle.
"I'm starved," Harry said, nodding. "But I think I'll put my things away first."
"Right, the second room on the left is occupied," Sirius warned him. "I wouldn't-- You would do well not to go there right now. It will all be explained in the morning," he told him, his eyes darting off.
Harry hadn't realized there was anything being hidden from him, or that he should be questioning something. He had assumed that all was good now; they were going to live together and the house was looking incredible. What was wrong with the situation? Was Elly not interested in having him there? But then, why wasn't she staying in Sirius' room with him? Were they having problems? Was he the problem? There were so many questions and many of them worried him, but he knew Sirius didn't want to talk about it.
"All right," he agreed, looking slightly apprehensive about how his godfather was acting.
Hurrying up the stairs, he walked into the third bedroom, grinning at the clean and regal look of it all. A giant bed lay in the center, with a dresser and a wardrobe sitting adjacent to it. A tall bookcase was placed near the door, just waiting to be filled, which he was sure his best friend Hermione would gladly do. Putting his suitcase on the floor, Harry walked to the far window, opening it and Hedwig's cage. "There you go, girl," he said, quietly.
Backing up, he fell backwards on the bed, taking in the unbelievably comfortable feeling. He could've fallen asleep right then, were it not for the grumbling of his stomach, telling him a delicious meal cooked by Molly was waiting in the fridge to be eaten. Gathering himself up, he decided to change into his pajamas before going down for a late night meal. His oversized jeans and baggy t-shirt were suffocating in all of their huge size. Yawning, he made his way out of his room and down the stairs, noting that they weren't creaky or unstable. He glanced back for a moment, looking at the second bedroom door with curiosity, but then continued on his way.
He didn't want to pry, he wanted to trust that Sirius would explain everything the next day. After all, he had no reason to think Sirius would put him in danger by inviting someone to stay with them who wasn't a good person. Sirius was one of the most trustworthy people he knew, so he decided to ignore the jump in his stomach that told him to turn the handle and see who resided inside. For once, he pushed his curiosity aside and listened to what someone had told him. He only hoped he was making the right decision in not looking behind the door.
After rifling through the very full fridge, he managed to put together a huge and delicious meal that would have Ron watering at the mouth. Sitting down at the kitchen table, he propped his feet up on the chair parallel to him and dug his fork into the food in front of him. He had used his wand to warm it, which he found much more useful than a microwave. A glass of pumpkin juice sat across from him, chilled and calling to him. He ate leisurely, enjoying that there was no one around to tell him he was taking advantage of their hospitality. This was his home now; his and Sirius', a real family home. This is what he'd been wanting ever since he realized Sirius was his godfather and actually cared about him. Hopefully, Elly would enjoy his company too, and they'd all grow to become a complete and happy family. Though Sirius and Elly would never make up for his real parents, he would certainly enjoy the feeling of having someone like them.
Nearly an hour later, he had tossed the garbage and rinsed his dishes, full and satisfied. Leaving the kitchen, he had made it to the dining room again when he heard voices near the stairs causing him to stop. He knew he shouldn't listen, but his curiosity got the best of him. He didn't risk looking around the corner, as he was sure people would be upset with his eavesdropping. He just turned his ears up to hear and tried the best not to make any noise.
"He's never going to understand," an urgent whisper could be heard. The walls muffled the voices, so Harry wasn't sure if it was a boy or a girl speaking. He could however, make out his godfather's voice only because it sounded much deeper and he assumed.
"He will," Sirius replied, certainty obvious in his tone. "We'll explain it to him, all of it, and he'll understand. I know he will; he has to."
"You're not listening," the person replied, sounding worried. "You don't know what I've done to him. You don't-- It's difficult to understand, even for you. I did a lot of things that I won't be forgiven for. That I shouldn't be forgiven for."
"You didn't do that. You didn't-- It's not your fault. You were put in a situation where you really had no control of it. It's partly my fault, I shouldn't have--" Sirius cut himself off, sighing. "If your mother was still--"
"Stop it. I don't want to talk about her," the unknown person replied, sounding upset and annoyed. "She's dead and gone and no matter how much you apologize and tell me that things would've been different, they're not. Nothing is going to change, she isn't going to come back," he half-shouted.
"Shh," Sirius chastised. "Do you want to alert him now? We haven't even had a chance to explain things to him. He'd be beyond angry if he were to walk in right now."
"He has reason to be," they said. "Did you tell him anything? Did you warn him at all?" they wondered.
"I- I told him a little about Elly and I told him he'd be meeting someone. I said everything would be figured out tomorrow," Sirius replied, quietly.
"Great. He probably thinks he's going to meet her," they said, annoyed. "This is just- Ugh- I don't why I came back here."
"Don't be so melodramatic," Sirius told him, gruffly. "We've made progress, haven't we? We enjoyed ourselves putting the house together. And we spoke about your mother... You need to-"
"Don't tell me what I need," they cut him off, angrily. "I don't know why you have to keep bringing her up. I don't want to talk about her. I just want to forget all about it. Just leave it alone," the mystery person told him, forcefully.
"She is your mother," Sirius said, his voice raising. "You can't ignore the fact forever. We're going to have to talk about it sometime. Just because you grew up with someone else, does not mean that she didn't love you. Dammit, why do you have to be so stubborn about this? We've hardly ever get to spend anytime together, this was your only place to go. It solves your problem of being wanted by both sides, and I thought we'd finally be able to talk this all out. But whenever you come near me, it's like we're back to day one. I'm your-"
"I know what you are," they interrupted. "And I know you haven't been around for years. I only did this stupid thing for you and look where it got me."
"I never told you to do this, I never wanted you to be a part of this," Sirius told him, his tone sharp. "It's not my fault that you decided to take it upon yourself to get revenge on Voldemort."
"I had no other choice," they spat. "It was either that or join him and I think it's pretty obvious which one I thought was better. The only problem was that I had to join him if I wanted to take him down and look where the bloody hell that got me."
"Watch your mouth," Sirius told him, not sounding nearly as chastising as he should.
"Or what, you'll ground me?" they wondered.
"Why are you being so defensive?" his godfather asked, sounding slightly hurt. "I'm here now. I'm offering you a home and a place to stay safe. Why do you have to get so damn angry with me all the time?"
"Because you brought him here," they whisper-shouted. "How safe am I here, when he lives in the room next to mine?" they asked, worriedly. "Do you have any idea what he's going to do to me when he realizes who I am?"
"I told you, I'll explain everything and he'll- He'll understand, I know he will," Sirius assured, sighing. "Please, will you just... Will you just let this play out? Put your bags back in your room, it's not safe out there for you."
"He draws his wand, and I'm gone," they told him, firmly.
There was brief silence before Sirius relented with a loud exhale. "Fine."
A rustle could be heard which Harry attributed to the mystery person picking up their bags and walking up the stairs. Harry was just about to leave the dining room when he heard the voice again. "Dad?" the person called out.
"Yes," Sirius asked.
"I- About mum," they said quietly. "I never meant to..."
"I know," he replied, quietly. "It's hard to talk about her when she wasn't there. It's hard to care... Then again, I wasn't there. On the other hand, you haven't exactly taken well to me."
"It's difficult," they told him, sighing. "But... I'll try to be less defensive," they vowed.
"I'm glad," Sirius replied.
"Goodnight," they said, making their way up the rest of the stairs.
"Goodnight, son," Sirius whispered.
Harry could hear the loud footsteps of his godfather as he left the main area. Harry leaned back against the wall, confused. "He... He has a son," he breathed.
After a few moments, Harry managed to make his way up to his room to crawl into his bed. The former comfort he had been feeling seemed lost as his mind whirled with confusion. He had so many questions; why did Sirius' son think he was so against him? What had he done to get to Voldemort? What happened to Sirius' wife and why was his son so angry with her? What did that make Harry now? Was he less welcome? His thoughts ran amuck in his mind, causing him to stay awake for hours.
When he finally fell asleep, he found himself dreaming about Sirius juggling three objects; one was a snake, the other a snitch, and the last a miniature lion. He was grinning out at Harry and looking back and forth between him and a faceless boy. "So many choices," he would mutter. "So many decision to be made." But he'd never decide, he'd just keep juggling and look back between them. Sometimes lingering on one or the other, as if he was picking which he would choose to be... Harry never knew; perhaps it was his subconscious questioning whether or not Sirius could care for him as a son if he already had one. All he knew was that he hated the juggling, hated that he wasn't the only one living with Sirius. Elly he could understand, could accept, but now he'd have to fight to be cared for. Would this be like at the Dursley's house? Where they lavished Dudley but ignored him? Sirius wouldn't do that, would he?
He woke up late the next morning, leaning into afternoon really. For a long moment, he simply stared at the open window where Hedwig's cage sat open and empty. Finally, pushing his blanket off, he changed into some of his cousin's hand-me-down's, thinking shopping was definitely in order. He stood by his bedroom door for awhile, fighting with whether or not he was ready to meet his godbrother. Finally, inhaling deeply, he decided if he could face Voldemort, a godbrother should be no problem. Opening the door, he stepped out, noticing that the house was incredibly quiet. Walking downstairs slowly, he called out Sirius' name, wondering if perhaps they'd gone out.
"In here, Harry," Sirius called, appearing in the entrance to the living room. He appeared nervous for a moment before he threw his arm back, asking him to go in. "There's somebody I'd like you to meet."
Swallowing, Harry nodded, forcing his feet to walk into the living room. He was met with the back of a boy who stood at about 6 ft. He had browney-blonde hair, falling straight to around the bottom of his ears. His shoulders were stiff, a crisp white shirt over them, untucked above his black pants. His arms were crossed as he stared at a picture on the fireplace shelf.
"H-Harry," Sirius stuttered, clearing his throat. "This is my son," he said, walking across the room to stand in the center. "I know I've never mentioned him-"
The boy scoffed in the background, his shoulders raising slightly.
Sirius winced. "But there's an explanation for that."
There was something familiar about him that Harry just couldn't figure out; maybe it was his voice, or his profile, he couldn't be sure. It might just be the feeling he was getting, but he had the distinct thought that he knew this person. It would explain why the boy was so worried about him, they apparently attended school together. He couldn't be a Gryffindor, or he'd have to be younger. Harry couldn't be much older though, the boy looked to be his age, at least as far as he could tell from the back. There was just something about him that screamed familiarity.
Harry nodded, stuffing his hands in the large pockets of his pants. "To be honest, I thought I'd be meeting Elly," he managed to say, feeling as if his throat was cut off by a large ball. He was nervous; about who the boy was, whether they'd get along, what it all meant.
"That's a little hard seeing as she died sixteen years ago," the boy said, his voice tight. "But dad doesn't like talking about that part of her life, only the good part."
Sighing, Sirius' face took on a hurt expression as he stared as his son's back. "Will you please turn around and greet Harry?" he asked, sounding defeated.
"I don't know, does he have his wand?" the boy asked, his hand lifting to run over the shelf.
Harry sighed, rolling his eyes slightly as he pulled his wand from the belt of his pants, tossing it to the sofa near him. "Not anymore," he replied for his godfather.
The boys back tensed for a moment, he turned slightly, glancing at Harry from the corner of his eyes, showing silver. Finally, he turned around completely, leaning back against the fireplace with his arms still crossed. "How goes it, Potter?" he asked, a faint smirk over his mouth.
Harry felt his stomach lurch and his jaw clench. "Malfoy?" he asked, staring at him confused.
A/N Drop all of those sharp objects! lol. I have managed to keep up my other stories and I will do the same for this! I have abandoned you guys yet? No. So, I hope you enjoyed this and I completely promise that BITTT and Growing are still in full swing. I also have another DHr and an HHr story that I'm working out the kinks to. I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. I'd love to get some feedback. Please review, it's greatly appreciated!