Thread: Heir To the Throne - a Harry Potter FanFiction

Ch5 Aramithrial Harry groaned softly shifting on the bed before frowning a little....he didn't remember climbing into a bed. Especially not a bed soft like silk and stuffed full of bird down. Harry loved it instantly but the question he forced himself to consider was - where was he? He shifted again feeling the Egyptian cotton sheets under his fingers and the soft fluffy pillow under his head. He snuggled into his nest of down, deciding that answering those questions could wait a while. He sighed while rubbing his cheek on the soft pillow and his hand examined the silk pajamas he was wearing. Pajamas he didn't recall putting on, pajamas he didn't even own, making him think that wherever he was, it was the home of someone wealthy. Had he been kidnapped? He hoped not as it definitely put a damper on savoring the bed. He tensed when he felt someone sit on the bed. Harry stretched out his hand until his fingers met feathers so soft there weren't any words to describe them. His eyes shot open and he gasped as he looked up into the Seraphim's beautiful deep purple and gold eyes. So you are real. Harry breathed softly. I was afraid you were a nasty Slytherin prank. he confessed. Harry reached up and ran his hand hesitantly along the Seraphim's face. The skin under his fingers was as smooth as pure cream. He tried to memorized that face, that all too familiar face that for the life of him he couldn't place. He blinked and looked past the Seraphim, but there was nothing but pitch blackness. I'm dreaming, aren't I? he asked softly. The Seraphim nodded and a sly little smile slipped across the angels lips. I cannot enter the castle in my natural form. the Seraphim spoken directly into Harry's mind. Harry shuddered and his breath hitched slightly, the voice was so rich and seductive it left him blushing and aroused. How did you do that? No one should be able to get into my mind like that! Harry exclaimed. I'm completely shielded right now. Harry immediately began checking his mental shields thinking perhaps they had slipped during his sleep. But he found them as strong and impervious as always. And how are you in my dreams? A Seraphim can see into a person's heart, soul and may wander freely through the minds of mortal men and wizards alike. Do you not remember the book that I gave to you? 'Oh yeah...the book' Harry thought as he nodded. He shuddered a bit as he also remembered the way Blaise had kissed him and the way he'd fallen asleep to Draco's scent on the couch. He swallowed hard, feeling immensely guilty. He wondered if he should tell the Seraphim or if he should keep it a secret. He had no idea how wizards courted each other. 'Maybe I should ask Hermione.' he thought. Who are you? Harry demanded, but the Seraphim only smiled, amused and ran gentle fingers through Harry's hair. Harry loved it when people played with his hair, though he would never admit it out loud, he leaned into the touch like a cat. You should know that I cannot simply tell you that Harry. I want nothing more than to trust you but that is a luxury I am not afforded at this time. You see Harry, I am the last of my kind. And should the wrong person discover my existence, I would surely be slaughtered. With wizards like Dumbledore, I cannot even spread my wings for fear that I might be seen. the Seraphim said. What should I call you then? I can't just call you Seraphim. Harry said softly looking up at the angel who smiled again, looking amused. You may call me Aramithrial. the Seraphim stated softly. Harry repeated the name, tasting it on his tongue and savory the way it sounded. Satisfied, he smiled softly as the Seraphim chuckled a bit. I have a present for you Harry. Aramithrial said. The younger wizard gasped in surprise. Presents were still a foreign concept to him, he was 11 before he got his first and since there had been few and only at Christmas and his birthday. A present? What for? Harry asked shyly. I hope it will ensure you always remember me, despite your other Courter. Harry blushed realizing that Aramithrial did know about Blaise. Harry felt mortified but calmed as he searched the Seraphim's face and realized that he didn't look upset. The angel pulled out a small box and handed it to Harry. Hesitating for a moment, he carefully open it and gasped in shock. Aramithrial, Harry exclaimed I can't take this! It's far to expensive a gift! he protested as he gently picked up the shining golden locket, displaying it on his palm. He ran his fingers over the smooth metal and jumped when it opened. There inside the locket was a length of hair the same color as snow. Harry realized immediately that this gift had nothing to do with money, it was simply about trust. I want you to have it Harry, so that a piece of myself can always be close to you. Aramithrial confessed softly. Harry nodded as he closed the locket. He shifted to put it on, but his slightly shaking fingers kept slipping over the clasp. Aramithrial's chuckle sounded in his head as gentle fingers moved over his, taking over the task. With the Seraphim's arms around his neck Harry was enveloped in the angel's scent. The warmth of the smell rolled over him, and possessed him much as Draco's had. Harry could only compare it to heat, like hot and spicy food. It was like dust and fire, or of the air right before lightning hits, hot, smoldering, warm. Those were all scents that Harry loved best. It was intoxicating. ' Why have I been smelling things so well? ' Harry pondered. He was pulled from his thoughts when Aramithrial moved away. Harry felt himself tense a bit from the loss, but then Aramithrial leaned back in, pressing his lips softly to Harry's. It was delicate and loving. Harry gasped softly at the heat that spread through his entire body. Shivering and wanting for more he pressed into the angel's lips. His request was granted and their lips moved together in unison, kissing intently and making Harry's head spin. All too soon it was over, leaving Harry flushed and trembling slightly. He shook his head thinking he was turning into some kind of fickle monster, enjoying two men's kisses and the company of four. ' At least I only have two trying to court me... ' Harry thought to himself. Harry noticed that Aramithrial was looking at him intently. I hate to change the mood Harry, but I must warn you of many things, and educate you of others. Great peril is coming, and sadly, it is all aimed at you, my Harry. The Seraphim's admittance was firm and his mannerisms grim. Appreciating the honesty, Harry resisted the urge to be afraid. Great Danger? he asked softly, curiously and Aramithrial sighed. Please believe me when I tell you that Dumbledore will kill you if you continue to defy him. This is his game, and you must understand that your role is that of a pawn, not a queen capable of moving as you please. You MUST get back into Dumbledore's good graces. It is imperative My Harry, that he believe that he controls you, otherwise he will not hesitate to turn you into a Martyr. though Aramithrial remained calm, the force and truth behind what he said made Harry shudder. Alright, I can do that easily enough. he promised softly licking his lips nervously. Dumbledore is sly, but he is pure lion. You, my Harry, must embrace all abilities bestowed upon you. You must be cunning like a raven, proud and brave like a lion, loyal as a badger, and sly as a fox. You must believe in yourself and let your natural leadership and power shine through. You must be like a fox in the grass, unseen, yet deadly. 'A fox....' Harry pondered, yes he had always felt sort of fox-like. And he knew he was better at the stealth game than most would realize. I can do that. he assured Aramithrial. But what is this all about? he asked as he nervously bit his lip. The angel frowned slightly as the blackness surrounding them closed in a bit more. I must admit that I do not have all the answers my Harry. Some of my memories, along with the memories of my kind, are lost. I only retain a small portion of the vast amount of information the Seraphim's once possessed. But I will share all that I know. Aramithrial, knowing that this would be overwhelming for Harry, paused for a moment before continuing. When Dumbledore was younger, rather when Tom Riddle was a child, your headmaster came across a prophecy. Though I do not know the full extent of the prophecy, I do know that it pertained to the Heir of Merlin. Realizing that the Heir of Merlin would be the only one capable of seizing his seat of power, Dumbledore felt he could not take any risks. Sadly, his fear of loss of power rendered him maniacal. He foolishly assumed that the discovery of the prophecy was concurrent with the Heir's birth. Based on this assumption, Dumbledore focused his search on one just born or still in the early stages of infancy. Dumbledore utilized his ability to research blood lines, and eventually narrowed his focus to Tom Riddle. Believing that Tom was the Heir, he murdered his mother and removed him from his home. Dumbledore sought out the very worst orphanage that he could find. He imprinted a memory of Tom's mother dying in child into the minds of the orphanage staff, and left with the reassuring knowledge that young Riddle would suffer great torment throughout his childhood. You see, my Harry, your headmaster believed that if Tom was subjected to enough pain and anguish, he would immediately fall under his control simply by showing Tom some kindness. Harry's heart had begun racing. This story sounded too familiar. Harry himself had gone through the exact same thing, brought up with no parents, abused, neglected and suffering throughout his childhood. Hagrid coming to get him had been the happiest he had ever been in his entire life. When he met Dumbledore, the man responsible for his rescue, he'd felt instant gratitude towards the powerful wizard. Harry felt sick inside. Upon arriving at Hogwarts, Tom was immediately taken under Dumbledore's wing. He used the boy to propel himself even higher into power, all the while training Tom not as a protege, but as a puppet. Meanwhile, Dumbledore had embarked on a quest to slaughter every single Seraphim he could find, even from the wombs of witches and wizards. He eventually eradicated the entire race. Though I am without the knowledge of Mr. Riddle's years at Hogwarts, I do know that events occurred that brought about his dissension with Dumbledore, and the eventual declaration of war. Whether it was Dumbledore or the newly named Voldemort who was slaughtering non-wizards and wizards who sympathized with them, I am unsure who initiated the war. Dumbledore, realizing that he was loosing the war, sought out the descendant of a well known Seer and spelled her. Falling under the trance of what was believed to be a prophetic moment, she recited a false prophecy. The prophecy was told to Voldemort, who immediately declared death to any wizard who was born or to be born in late July. This agenda is what led him to your home. No one is entirely sure what transpired, only that both Voldemort and Dumbledore were there, and that only you and Dumbledore survived. Harry was trembling with rage, the fury so strong that his vision was flickering red. Dumbledore...it always went back to fucking Dumbledore! The man had lied to him his entire life, he'd gotten his parents killed, even had a hand in Sirius, Lupin and Cedric's deaths. It all came back to Dumbledore! Harry! My Harry please calm yourself! Aramithrial begged sounding afraid. He stroked Harry's arms and continued to try to soothe the young wizard. Focusing on the touch, Harry took long, slow, deep breaths and began to compose himself. Sorry.... Harry exhaled as he flopped back onto the bed. Merlin, I just can't believe this! He has been using me this whole time! Using me exactly the same way he used Tom! he snarled. Oh, he's gonna pay, mark my words, Dumbledore WILL PAY! Yes, but I have a favor that I must ask of you my Harry. the angel said softly as he ran his fingers through Harry's ebony hair, making the boy smile with contentment. What is it? he asked wondering what he could possibly do that the Seraphim couldn't. I must ask you to find the Heir of Merlin. This quest will be very difficult and I realize that I am asking too much of you, but I do not dare search for the Heir myself. Not with Dumbledore so near. You must follow the prophecy in the book that I gave you. It will aid you in locating the original prophecy and thus the Heir of Merlin. How do I do that? Can't you just tell me? Harry asked, frustrated. None of this made any sense and he hated it when things didn't make sense. As I mentioned to you before, much of the Seraphim's knowledge was lost. The information compiled in that book, which was passed to me purely by accident, is all I know. All other copies have been lost. You must seek out Godric Gryffindor, he can aid you. But I beg you to not delay my Harry. I know that the Heir of Merlin has been born, I can feel his power thrumming in through my blood even as we speak. Time is of the essence, we must not let Dumbledore find him! Alright. But I thought Gordric Gryffindor was dead? Yes, but his memory lives on. Return to the Founders living quarters. Once there you will need to gain access to Gryffindor's rooms. In order to do this you will need to prove your worth along with your intent. Simply cut your hand enough to allow your blood to flow, press your hand to the wall and recite 'I, Harry James Potter, request entrance to your rooms, by my blood, and by my magic.' I truly wish I could help more, but with so much is unknown to me. With Dumbledore being aware that the Seraphim will return with the coming of the Heir's power, I find myself asking too much of you. Your headmaster will not hesitate to kill me immediately upon the knowledge of my existence. At which time he will find the Heir and either twist the poor child to his liking or simply kill him to eliminate the threat. That is a risk I dare not take. The Heir of Merlin is the wizarding worlds last hope. Harry groaned in defeat, now understanding what was expected of him. He nodded and ran a nervous hand through his hair. I will try. he promised. He was brought from his thoughts as the room began to brighten. This is where I wake up, isn't it? Not just yet, there is another who wishes to speak with you. Aramithrial said with a scowl, the jealousy evident in his voice though Harry didn't know why. He was startled when his Seraphim vanished along with the bed and was replaced with a bright green forest. There was a rustling of leaves and Harry turned to see Tom, a younger, gorgeous, un-snake like Tom standing before him. All Harry could do was gape at the stunning man like an idiot. I never said you could come into my dreams Tom. the younger wizard growled, his eyes narrowed as Tom smirked a little which nearly made Harry's heart stop. True, however you never said I couldn't. the gorgeous man pointed out. Harry realized he had a point, he didn't like it, but it was true. Besides, Tom continued I wanted to speak with you about something rather important, and I felt that I shouldn't without facing you properly. Seeing as it is impossible for us to meet in person, I settle for meeting you like this. Tom had begun to pique his interest. What is it then? he asked. Tom locked eyes with him, smiled and walked up until they were mere inches apart. Harry's nose was filled with the scent of damp, dark earth and wet grass. He sighed thinking how much he'd always loved that smell of earth. I am aware that Blaise Zabini is courting you he whispered softly leaning forward so I thought I had better tell you that I've grown quite fond of you, Tom confessed, and I too request the honor of courting you. His breath to catch in his throat. ' Ah bloody hell! ' Harry thought to himself. He opened his mouth to protest but was he was silenced by Tom's lips pressing softly into his. Harry trembled as his mouth was worked by Tom's, feeling ashamed to be enjoying yet another kiss. His fingers curled into Tom's shirt as the kiss deepened. He savored the man's cool, dominating lips, as they took his possessively. Before Harry could determine if he liked it or not, Tom was pulling away. Think about it, before you tell me no. he murmured, kissing the scar on Harry's forehead. But please don't be angry with me, alright? Harry groaned in defeat. Three courtiers now, THREE! A war was raging, Harry's life was turned upside down and he had three courtiers to contend with. Tom's soft chuckle brought him out of his inner tirade, he glanced up in time to see the older wizard vanish and to realize that a familiar voice was calling his name. Nnng. Wussit? Harry demanded rubbing his eyes and sitting up to blink dumbly at a rather worried looking Draco. Merlin Harry, the blond exclaimed I was so worried! I couldn't wake you up! Do you ALWAYS get that pale when you sleep? Draco demanded to know, crossing his arms. ...yes? he asked his head tilted. Whats wrong anyway I was only asleep. he mumbled, still sleepy. For twelve hours! Draco yelled. His eyes narrowed on Harry. Your shitting me... he muttered wide eyes and Draco shook his head. No. Dumbledore has everyone searching the castle and Weasley is fit to be tied. He had the audacity to accuse the Slytherin's of kidnapping you and wouldn't let up until McGonagall searched the entire dungeons...INCLUDING our rooms! Dammit, he grumbled as he stood and headed for the door. I'm sorry Draco. I'm on my own for a few hours and everyone thinks the worst! Isn't that what usually happens Harry? the blond asked, amusement clear in his voice, as they walked down the hall. Shush. he ordered turning and continuing on his way as Ron and Hermione spotted him from down the hall. HARRY! Hermione squealed slamming into him. Oh my god we thought the worst! Where were you mate?! Ron demanded, shooting Malfoy a dark glare. Ron leave Malfoy alone, I was studying and fell asleep that's all, I didn't think I'd sleep for so long. I'm sorry I worried you guys. he stated softly and they smiled brightly, forgiving him instantly. They dragged Harry to the nearest teacher and he apologized and the search was called off. And soon they all found themselves eating dinner. Deciding to focus on getting his revenge, Harry forgot to be depressed. Harry loaded up his plate suddenly overcome with hunger and proceeded to eat, chat and laugh with everyone around him, even Neville. Though he would still feel some guilt when he looked at Neville or Luna, he knew they'd forgiven him long ago. And if they could forgive him, why shouldn't he forgive himself? He was the image of a happy teenager and all the while he was planning and plotting in his head. He was thinking of how best to exact his revenge, how he could humiliate, discredit and then kill Dumbledore. First step, tonight he was going to return to the Founders quarters. Harry wanted that old man to suffer and lose everything, before he was brutally, and mercilessly killed. Tomorrow, no, tonight. The games would begin.