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      Harry_Potter, Vernon_Dursley, Draco_Malfoy, Lucius_Malfoy, Narcissa_Black
      Malfoy
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      Published: 2018-01-07 Chapters: 2/? Words: 6786
****** Amoris et Familia ******
by ZakuraSakura
Summary
     Young Harry wanted a family. He wanted a family so much that he paid
     a price for it. But real family, real love, is not so shallow. His
     new family will teach him that.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Prologue *****
Chapter Summary
     Some memories to explain Harry's background before his wonderful
     family
Chapter Notes
     Oops. Updated my chapters by accident. Oh well. I'll be editing my
     chapters as I go along.
My childhood was dark. It taught me that this world is full of darkness.
Cruelty.
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"What do you think you're doing, boy!" In furious strides, the man walked up to
the cowering boy.
"I'm sorry. Uncle Vernon, I'm sorry!"
"You ungrateful brat!" Grabbing the collar of the boy's shirt, Vernon threw the
sobbing boy to the other side of the room. Harry skidded along the tile floor
and crashed into the wall. While Harry crumpled in pain, Vernon was already
looming over the boy. With unfiltered malice, Vernon lifted his leg and
stomped. Harry produced a muffled cry of pain with the act. "How dare you!"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Harry cried, eventually biting his lower lips so his
cries wouldn't offend his uncle anymore.
"Who said you could make dessert! No one! Were you planning to make something
no one would eat so you could enjoy it yourself later, boy!" Vernon accused.
"Wasting our food, our money! You're just a bastard son of a whore. Just do
what you're told, boy. You are to go to your room. NOW!"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry whimpered dutifully. He tried to stand up but fell
as pain shot through his body. Growling, Vernon kicked the fallen boy for his
failure before grabbing him by the back of his neck. He walked to Harry's room,
dragging Harry along. With Vernon's tight grip along Harry's slim neck, Harry
began to see stars, struggling to breathe. Vernon opened the door and dropped
the boy before kicking him into the room. Dust fell from the ceiling of the
boy's room as Vernon slammed the door closed and locked Harry in.
The boy wheezed in pain as he pondered on what went wrong. He just wanted to be
praised. He had hoped that his gesture was thoughtful. He just wanted...
A family.
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It was full of people who cared only for themselves, willing to do anything
that'll allow their desire to be fulfilled.
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"Uncle Vernon?"
"It's alright, boy. I'm not mad."
"Really?"
"No. As long as you'll listen to me, I won't be mad."
"I-I'll be a good boy. I promise, Uncle Vernon."
Uncle Vernon chuckled," I'm sure you will... Now take off your shirt for me. We
should change it."
"Okay!" Harry slipped the shirt off.
"What a good boy you are!" Vernon praised.
With the long desired praise, Harry beamed. He finally could be a part of the
family. If he stayed good, he could have a family.
"Oh, Harry," Vernon sighed. Vernon gently embraced the boy and lifted the boy
to his lap. Caressing Harry's face, Vernon said," You are such a beautiful boy
when you're good. Give Uncle Vernon a kiss."
Harry blushed at the sweet compliment and promptly kissed his Uncle's cheek.
"No, no , no!" Vernon spat angrily. "That's not how you kiss someone! To think
that I thought such an ungrateful brat was a good boy"
Harry gasped, rapidly paling.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Vernon! Forgive me. I didn't know how to kiss you. I want to
be a good boy. Please, Uncle Vernon. I'll be a good boy. Please," Harry begged.
His uncle was silent for a few minutes.
"Fine. I'll teach you how a normal kiss is done. What you gave me is a polite
kiss, a mere peck that is done in company but never in private. Such a kiss in
private is rude, as if the person was genuinely not appreciated in full extent.
Conversely, a kiss that is done in private should never be done in company. It
is considered disrespectful and vulgar." Harry nodded furiously as his uncle
recited the proper etiquette of kissing. "Now, there are multiple kisses. The
kiss that I expected would be an exchange of lips, the simplest form of private
affection. A step further would be an exchange of saliva. In this exchange,
dominance plays a role as people may fight or submit to the kiss. Fighting
throughout the exchange would indicate that they are partners and equal if both
are fighting or the dominant figure if there is only one partner fighting.
Fighting and then submitting throughout the exchange would indicate that the
partner only gives way to the other because of his adoration or respect. Fully
submitting throughout the exchange would indicate that the partner has no doubt
of the other's superiority and fully adores or respects his or her partner.
Now, in our relationship, the step further would be the second or third option
for you. As the child, you are the submitting party. As the guardian figure and
therefore dominant figure, I am the fighting figure."
"Uncle?"
"Yes, Harry."
"How do you do an exchange of saliva?"
Vernon smiled and said," I'll show you." Bringing the boy's lips to his, Vernon
pecked before licking Harry's lips.`
"Don't fight. I'm really upset with you with your earlier behavior. Just follow
along with what I do to you. Only gentle responses to what I do, okay?" Vernon
breathes out as he pries open Harry's lips with his tongue.
Harry hummed in agreement and opened his mouth to Vernon's ministrations. Uncle
Vernon was exploring Harry's mouth with his warm tongue. It was weird as the
bumpy surface of the tongue teased Harry's tongue. Every movement of the muscle
was clearly felt in Harry's mouth. No wonder it was considered an attack. The
submitting party would feel so vulnerable and sensitive with the invading
muscle. Uncle Vernon hummed happily. This must be the exchange! But Harry
needed to reply. Following along to Uncle Vernon's fighting and a weaker
version of Uncle Vernon's kiss. Harry moved his tongue with Uncle Vernon's and
gave way to Uncle Vernon's tongue, gently teasing it. Uncle Vernon pulled away,
clearly happy with the kiss. Harry was gasping for breathe, eyes tearing up
slightly.
The watery eyes with the breathlessness made the boy look wanton. Vernon felt
his lower half arousing and wanting more. Smirking, he said," That was a good
kiss. You clearly have the ability to be a good boy."
With that, Harry perked up. "Really!" Harry exclaimed in a breathy voice.
"Oh, yes. You showed your adoration and respect for me with your kiss
wonderfully. If only you did such a good job first..."
"I'm sorry! I didn't know. But there must be more kisses, right? You said that
there were many. You only gave two exchanges with what I should do in such a
kiss. There must be more where I can show how much I feel for you!" Harry
pleaded. He didn't want his uncle to be upset with him anymore. If he could
make his uncle happy, Harry would do anything.
Falling right into the trap.
"Well, there are kisses that worship your partner's body but those are
generally done with people that you are intimate with, that you love dearly.
Simple pecks show how much you feel for the person. An imprint of the kiss is
used to show your ownership of your partner, to show that you don't want to
share your partner with others in such an intimate way. A bite mark is used to
remind the partner of their intimacy and love so that the partner won't act too
intimately with others. This is generally used as a punishment since it is
rather painful. However, this is a love that is arose from jealousy. There are
kisses to the partner's intimate parts. Now this is only reserved for the most
intimate relationships."
"I want to show how much of a good boy I am! I love uncle so much. Please, I
want to show it."
"What a good boy you are! Now..."
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I never understood the wrongness of these exchanges. At that time, I was blind.
I only saw one of my desires coming true and reached for it. I didn't realize
that my uncle was making one of his own desires come true. I didn't think.
I realize it now only because I found my true family.
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It was a beautiful day. I was shoved out of the house because Aunt Petunia was
having a tea party with some neighbors. She said that she didn't need my help.
She didn't need me. I felt sad, lonely. Recently, Uncle Vernon has been
avoiding private shows of affection. Maybe, he's been too busy. Anyways,
neither Aunt Petunia nor Dudley ever wanted to have a private show of
affection. Only Uncle Vernon would kiss me. Tears welled up in my eyes.
Frustrated, I rubbed them away and ran to the park. It was fine to go to the
park today. There was a very low chance of Harry Hunting today. Dudley and his
friends were at Pier's place playing that new video game that Dudley got from
his shopping trip with Aunt Petunia yesterday.
It wasn't fair. I'm a good boy. Uncle Vernon said so. So why doesn't Aunt
Petunia like me? I do well in class and homework and fail my tests. I do that
just for Dudley. I do his homework so that he has more time to play. I help him
cheat on tests. I do all of that without Dudley even knowing about it. I do all
of that so that Aunt Petunia's precious boy could be happy and proud. So what
should I do? What could make he like me? I reached the park and headed toward
the swings. I do my best thinking on swings. After plopping onto the seat, I
begin swinging. The warm air cools as the wind rushes to my face. The sky gets
closer as I swing higher and higher. When I swung so high that I slipped off
the seat, I had a thought.
What if I found a new family, a better family?
Then, I fell. It was different than usual. By the time I reached the ground, I
had an urge to throw up, and I did. I sicked onto the vibrant green grass.
Grass? Where were the wooden chips? Did I roll after I fell? I raised my eyes
cautiously and didn't see the park. I saw a grand castle.
Where am I? That was the question. This was no place that I have ever been to
before. I need to get home soon. If Uncle Vernon gets home before I do, he
might think that I became a ungrateful brat again. The castle looked well
maintained. The garden was absolutely stunning and vast. Therace needs to be
someone who tended to this property. I decisively walked to the castle. There
could be a person who can tell me where I am and help get back home. Uncle
Vernon wouldn't be happy with this freakish accident but I could make him
forgive me. He always does whenever we have a private show of affection to show
my adoration and respect. 
I heard a sharp pop and found a deformed, dwarfish person. 
"How did you get in?  No unauthorized visitors allowed.The ancient wards must
be malfunctioning," the person said with a squeaky voice.
"I apologize, sir. I don't know how I got onto this property myself. I would
like to know where I am so that I may go home," I politely reply. Poor man must
be confused. Accidentally saying wards instead of walls.
"Well, the master would be wanting to see you. Please come with me," the person
requested.
"Thank you."
Harry followed the deformed, dwarfish person through gardens and hallways,
making many turns and climbing a few stairs. Every place we passed was
opulently decorated. The absolute wealth was near blinding. I was dizzy and
barely following the person. The person stopped at a door.
"This be the study of the master. He'll see you in." The person knocked on the
door and left with a pop. I must be hallucinating. The person disappeared in
thin air. 
"Come in," an authoritative voice instructed. I opened the door. This place was
beginning to scare me. The study is absolutely beautiful, just like all the
other places I passed. The walls on the side are covered with books. The center
of the room has black leather coaches with finely embroidered pillows. The
table between the coaches looks intricately carved. It looks impossibly smooth
and has a stunning glossy layer. By the end of the room, there is an office-
like set-up. There was the man that spoke earlier. His skin was smooth and
pale. Sharp cheekbones and aquiline nose declare his status of nobility. His
grey eyes glare in disdain before he speaks.
"What were you doing on my property?" He drawled. 
"Sir, I apologize for this. I strangely found myself here after I was playing,"
I reported. Despite my fears and worries, I must not act like an ungrateful
brat. Though fiddling with my bangs betrayed my inner thoughts.
"That scar!"
"Oh, this? I got this in a vehicle accident. Both my parents died so I'm
staying with my mother's relatives now. I really need to get back. They'll be
furious if I'm not back in time for supper."
"Is your name Harry Potter by any chance?"
"How did you know?"
"Vehicle accident... With that mudblood's family? What atrocity!" The man
muttered.
"Excuse me, sir. May you tell me where I am?" I pleaded. I really needed to get
back, and the man was clearly mad.
The man turned to me and asked," Well? Where are you from?"
"Oh! 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging."
"There is no Little Whining nearby here. This manor is in Wiltshire. Where is
Little Whining?"
"In Surrey," Harry mumbled.
"Well, Surrey is an eight hour ride from Wiltshire."
"Eight? Shouldn't it be an hour and a half."
"Ugh, by muggle contraptions? Well, the Knight Bus can get you there fairly
soon. However, you were raised by muggles." The man shuddered. "The horror. You
poor child. Why don't you stay with us, with my family?"
A new family? A crazy family, but a new one?
"I'm sure we'll treat you better than any muggle could," the man declared.
"Yes," Harry breathed out.
"Excuse me? What did you say?"
"'It is most gracious and kind to let me stay, sir. Thank you," Harry
proclaimed. With that, Harry went up to the man and pecked his lips. The man
was confused and shocked at this behavior but quickly collected himself.
"Where did you pick up this behavior?"
"My uncle says that this is proper etiquette for private shows of affection. A
peck on the cheek is polite for thanks in public, but a peck on the lips is
more appropriate for private. I could do an exchange of saliva with you. Other
shows of affection are supposed to be for those you love dearly, intimate
relationships. Did you want an exchange of saliva? You should have begun
fighting if you wanted it," I explained.
"Harry. I'm not clear on these private shows of affection. Could you please
explain them to me?"
"Well, the further ones include kissing other people's intimate parts and those
intimate parts kissing," Harry blushed. "I'm only explaining it to you since
we're having a private conversation. Uncle Vernon says this may never be talked
about in public. It's rude and vulgar."
"Just out of curiosity, did you have such an intimate relationship with this
Uncle Vernon?"
"Why of course! Uncle Vernon loves me so very much, and I love him so very much
too. It's only a pity since Aunt Petunia and Dudley don't care for me very
much. They never want a kiss from me. I've shared many kisses with Uncle
Vernon!" I confessed.
"Child. Oh you poor child. It's those damned muggles! Child, you must stay with
us from now on, away from those wicked muggles. To think, I was worrying about
the treatment of second sons. I can never raise you as a proper young lord due
to that horrid man as Chief Warlock. However, those muggles! Don't worry. I'll
make sure that no muggle would touch you ever again!" The man snarled. I paled.
This man wants to kidnap me, confine me in his home. I need to leave... but I
could have a new family. I could never have kisses with Uncle Vernon again. But
this man seems to care for me. Uncle Vernon never got mad for my sake, never
got mad with others whenever they did something mean to me.
I decided to stay.
***** Draco's New Brother *****
Chapter Summary
     Draco P.O.V.
     Draco's view on his new brother
Today was boring, like usual. I've been lazily lounging on my chaise in my
personal sitting room for hours by now. There was absolutely nothing to play
with. I wanted a younger brother to play with, but mother said that her body
couldn't birth another child. It wasn't her fault. Absolutely not. It was
father's. So, I am without a brother or a younger sibling, alone in this vast
manor. It doesn't matter. I love my life. I am rich and one of the Sacred
Twenty-Eight. I'm am an elite. Everybody longs to be me. I am-!
"Draco," my father voice beckoned. 
"Yes, father?" I greet as I turned to face another boy. My face stays blank. He
was in rags and wore hideous glasses. He was absolutely filthy. I saw my
father's hand on the boy's shoulder. My father would normally never touch such
a beggar. Meaning, this boy was important. His hair was a mess but black.
Normal. The skin was deeply tanned. Normal for peasants. The eyes were a
gorgeous emerald green. Now that is not a normal description. I could work with
that, someone important with green eyes. My eyes dart toward his forehead and
saw the scar slightly peaking out. Harry Potter! My eyes widen at the
realization.
"This boy is Harry Potter. We are going to provide this poor child shelter from
his muggle family. Make sure that he is properly taken care of."
"Of course, father," I replied. Harry Potter! Father was always bemoaning on
how he could never gain guardianship over Harry Potter. He would go on to say
how being adopted and a second child would never allow Harry Potter to become a
pureblood champion. This means that father intends to adopt Harry. I'm having a
younger brother. My father releases his grip on Harry and walks to mean.
"You understand what to do?" He whispers. I smirk and nod. Oh, how I've waited
for this day. Harry is going to be my younger brother. He might become a second
son in order for this to happen, but that doesn't matter. I'm going to have a
little brother.
My father turns and walks away.
"Remember, anything that those muggles taught you is wrong. Draco will teach
you what you should do," Father instructed Harry before he left. I strut to
Harry. I had to impress Harry... and teach him properly. He was going to be my
younger brother after all.
"I'm assuming father plans to adopt you. As a muggle-raised, I'm sure you do
not understand the intricacies of a pureblood, wizarding family. If you are
adopted, you'll be my brother. Considering your birthday, you'll be my younger
brother."
"Wait! How do you know my birthday? No... Wizarding? Magic does not exist."
"Oh, dear. There is more to explain than I thought. Come, sit next to me," I
demand. I sit upright and pat the open space next to me. Harry bites his lower
lips and treads awkwardly to the seat. The slimmer boy gently sits onto the
chaise as if he will dirty it which was likely. That's a job for the house
elves. "Don't interupt. I'll explain as much as I can. Listen carefully. If you
have any other questions, I'll explain them to you but only after I finish."
"Now, Harry. I'm going to assume those filthy muggle relatives of yours hid
your true ancestry from you. Harry, you are from the Potter family, an old
pure-blood family and a wizarding family. Your father married your muggleborn
mother so you are unfortunately a half-blood. This is a pity since
purebloods build up the family magic which has grown from each generation of
pureblood marriage."
"For example, the most recent Potter family was known for potion-making,
transfiguration, and charms. The old Potter family had talents with potion-
making and necromancy. Family magic changes by the decisions of marriage and
proper breeding. The Potter family decided cultivating necromancy magic was too
dangerous and cultivated new facets of magic until those facets overpowered the
old ones. Father says that your mother was a talented witch. However, she could
not contribute much to the Potter family magic since her own magical ancestry
is too short.
"Betraying the goal of empowering you family magic is considered taboo in the
pureblood group. They become known as blood traitors. Many pureblood marriages
are determined by the family magic and the candidate's skill of the family
magic. If the candidate has little skill, they will bring less family magic
into the family compared to one who has more skill in the family magic."
"As for your parents,they were killed by no muggle means. They died due to a
mad wizard who they were trying to take down, the Dark Lord Voldemort. In doing
so, they incurred his wrath. In his vengeance, he decided to kill their family.
Your parents had you so they hid. However, the wards that they made to hide
them away were broken by a traitor, your father's best friend. The traitor was
a Death Eater, one of the Dark Lord's followers, and a spy against the people
against the Dark Lord's power. However, you lived. Your parents died, but you
lived. Since the facts that the Dark Lord disappeared after the act and that
you were still alive after the attack, people assumed that you killed the Dark
Lord or defeated him at the very least. You are a celebrity with the moniker,
the Boy-Who-Lived."
"My family was controlled by the Dark Lord through an Unforgivable, the
Imperious curse. So I really must thank you. You freed my family of that mad
man's control."
"Now, I don't know how your muggle family raised you, but I'll explain the
situation and why were are going to adopt you. Father couldn't take you in.
He's tried, but the Chief Warlock always blocked his attempts. The Chief
Warlock is a crazy old coot who defeated another Dark Lord so many people
blindly believe in him. Since father would never be able to retain guardianship
of you, he would have to adopt you. I'm going to assume that this is fairly
similar to guardianship except that the child has new parent figures in the
muggle world. In the wizarding world, the minimal permitted adoption is through
magical oaths. This will bind the parents and child magically to create a
deeper bond. Furthermore, a magical adoption can be done without Ministry
permission for a couple reasons. I'll assume father has found one of them."
"There is a way to create blood ties but that's blood magic. In order to do
that, Ministry permission is required since blood magic is forbidden in all
circumstances without it."
"Anyways, if you were adopted, you'll be a second son. Second sons are more
controlled in a pureblood family. Though the firstborn sons and all daughters
had strict rules while growing up, any son after the first born were considered
second brothers and tightly controlled by the family. As a pureblood rule, the
second sons may only become a lord in the case of the firstborn's death and the
lack of existence of other heirs from other closely related families.
Furthermore, the lord of the family controls every aspect of a second son's
lifestyle; the heir or lady of the family may act in proxy of the lord at any
occasion where the lord in not present. The reason for this is so that there is
fewer family struggles."
"Now, the reason why daughters are not imposed to such strict control is
because of two reasons. First, females are unable take over the lordship. Only
the daughter's son may have a chance for lordship of her family. However, such
a situation is extremely difficult to happen. Each pureblood family has unique
requirements for this to occur. In fact, some families will outright refuse to
allow a jump in succession in order to continue the main family line even
through females. Secondly, daughters, especially those of a wealthy, prominent,
or powerful family, are likely to marry other firstborns or heirs and become
ladies of the family."
"Second sons generally become consorts or marry lesser pureblood daughters.
Consorts, in this case, are husbands to the lord or heir of the family.
Consorts will be secondary to any pureblood daughter. Furthermore, a consort
cannot claim the title of Lady of the family. So a consort is generally second
after the wife in power. However, if the consort is able to birth a son, the
consort becomes the prominent figure of power in the family even though the
lord of the family would retain his position of power in public. The reason for
this is because consorts generally cannot give birth. It's extremely difficult.
The birth will be fully supported from magic. Therefore, the growing
environment for the son will be idealistic for the growth of magic and magical
talents. A consort's son will ultimately be considered the firstborn son due to
his magically superior birth."
"If you marry a lesser pureblood daughter, you'll still be under control of the
lord of the family just as before."
"If you want to get away from this control, you'll be completely separated from
the family. You'll lose the family magic and any support that the family
provides you.
"Anyways, we are 8 right now. When you turn 11, you'll have a test where it'll
determine whether you like boys or girls. If you like boys, you'll receive
training to become a consort. If you like girls, you'll receive training to
marry a lesser pureblood daughter. If you like both, you'll receive training
for both until you decide your status." I didn't want to tell him a dark side
to the consort position. A second son declared a consort candidate may be kept
in the family for breeding a stronger magical child. It is barely practiced
anymore, but there was a chance that father might want to keep the Potter
family magic that was able to kill the Dark Lord in the family if Harry became
a consort.
"Okay, I think that I've explained as much as I can without going too much into
detail. Any questions?" I finally finished lecturing. Merlin, explaining things
to muggle-raised children were long. To think, I'm not completely done.
Explaining so much was difficult.
"Magic, wizarding, you're spouting nonsense!" Harry blabbered. His face was
confused the whole lecture despite his full attention.
Draco sighed and stated," Magic exists. You are a wizard. I am a wizard. Your
relatives are muggles, people with no magic. My dad and your dad is a pureblood
wizard. My mother is a pureblood witch. Your mother is a muggleborn witch.
Anything else that is less obvious?"
"I'm a wizard? My aunt didn't have magic, but she knew about it. That's why she
doesn't love me. That's why she wouldn't love me no matter what I did!" Harry
realized. "Okay, Draco. I understand that now. Am I a blood traitor since my
father didn't marry a pureblood daughter?"
"No. Your father married a powerful witch despite her lack of family magic. Her
personal magic would still contribute to the family magic as well as bring
fresh blood to the pureblood world. However, they would lose reputation since
your mother doesn't have a powerful family to back her during the marriage and
wouldn't have an extensive dowry or personal wealth."
"Alright. That makes sense. Do you know why I lived even though my parents
died?"
"This is only a guess but it should be your family magic. Necromancy has always
been a minor form of magic. Barely anyone ever practiced it even more so now
that it has been banned and illegalized. Only old purebloods such as mine that
have been collecting data from other pureblood families would know what are the
prominent family magic of many other families. However, this collection was not
fully gathered by my family. We've taken records of other pureblood families
that have died out. Your family is extensively older than mine but not as
powerful. Furthermore, to be so talented in necromancy that it's becomes a
family magic is a difficult feat. The magic still resides in your family, and
the way that the attack played out may have invoked the magic that defeated the
Dark Lord."
"That is really interesting. Why is necromancy illegal?"
"It's illegal since this government believes in protectionism. This means that
the government will prohibit dangerous magic without proper licensing. For
example, one of the unforgivables were allowed to mediwizards, our healers,
before it became an unforgivable curse. This was to allow mediwizards a
painless, quick death to those suffering. However, our society has advanced.
Most curses and restricted potions are curable. There is very little that our
mediwizards can no longer heal."
"That's amazing!" Harry exclaimed. I puffed out in pride. Magic was amazing.
What was better was the fact that I could introduce Harry to it. "What about
your family magic?"
"My family? Well, we are most talented at Dueling and Nonverbal magic. My
mother introduced Occumulency and strengthened other family magics when she
married into the Malfoy family and gave birth to me."
"If I was magically adopted, what happens to my family magic?" Harry asked. He
looked a bit worried, a bit sad, a bit scared. He was probably afraid that
he'll lose it.
"Well, you'll simply gain access to our family magic as a child of the Malfoy
family. We won't be able to access your magic since you aren't married into the
Malfoy family and produced a child to blend a family magics."
"Talking about marriage, you only have one mother and one father. When you were
explaining consorts to me, you said that the consort was second to the
pureblood daughter. That means that the lord would have a husband and a wife.
I'm a bit confused on that."
"Well, polygamy is rather common in the wizarding world. It is simply less
visible. The lord is usually only seen with his lady in public. In more private
settings, you'll find more indications of a polygamous marital relationship.
However, polygamy is only respectable for lords. If second sons or any
pureblood daughters have polygamous marital relationships, they will be viewed
as promiscuous. Lords are allowed polygamous marital relationships to ensure
that an heir is born. Furthermore, any relationship outside of marriage is to
be held a secret unless you want unsavory rumors or a decrease in your power
and reputation."
"As for the situation with my father, well- Lords are required to marry and
birth a son to solidify their power.Otherwise, people will only maintain
shallow relationships with you as you age and try to absorb your family wealth.
However, my father likes men. He never liked women. So, he only married my
mother who was a good friend. He didn't marry a consort since my mother loved
him. Mother didn't want father to marry another. My father respected mother
enough to listen and follow that request."
"I don't know what to day," Harry muttered. "It seems so sad that your father
didn't marry someone he loved."
"It's alright. Father said that he never found someone that he came to love.
Mother would have only refused the marriage if it was only made for sexual
relief. Mother would agree if the man was someone that father cared for and
cared for father back," I reassured. I gave a gentle smile, and Harry beamed
back. The boy seemed to want my family to be happy. That was a good sign. It
meant that Harry was already emotionally attached to my family to some extent.
"So, there is no problem?"
"Yeah, my dad is perfectly happy with how things went... despite the many
attempts it took for me to be born," I gagged. My father explained in extreme
detail how he felt when he had sex with mother. He explained that just so I
would stop pestering him for a younger brother. Mother probably said her little
lie so that she wouldn't traumatize me like father. "Anyways, any more
questions?"
"I don't think so." Harry's eyes turn to me. The eyes are wide with the honesty
and glimmering with cuteness. 
I cough and say," Then, we better get you cleaned up."
I grab Harry's wrist and began leading him to the bathroom. It was past my
room. Harry gasped in wonder. I smile. My room is amazing. The ceiling was
covered in a unique magic that showed the sky with dragons playing and flying
through it. My bed was a grand four-poster bed. It had thick, green velvet
curtains, silk covers, and multiple plush pillows all with temperature control
charms. Under my bed was a green and black carpet with silver embroidery. I had
wide windows that covered a whole wall with a charm that would control the
amount of light that came in. Even without light from the window, my ceiling
would provide lighting through a lumos spell variant. If it was night, the
stars would concentrate more light for me, and lamps throughout my room would
glow. Furthermore, I could control the brightness of the light.
 Getting him into the bathroom, I first started the water for the bath tub with
a pulse of magic. I begin removing clothes off of Harry.
"I can wash myself!" He squeaked.
I gave a long look. "Do you even know how I started the water?"
He looked at the faucet without valves and sadly confessed," No."
"Thought so." I continued stripping Harry of his clothes.
"I can take my own clothes off!" His face was a crimson red.
I chuckle and said," Do you want to be my brother or not?"
"I do!" He declared.
"Then, did you already forget your position as a second son?"
"Oh," Harry conceded. 
"Since no one in this family has decided who would take care of you, it falls
under my responsibility to make sure that you are properly cleaned up as Heir
Malfoy."
"Wait, if I'm the firstborn of my family, am I considered Heir Potter?"
"No. Since you are entering my family through adoption rather than
guardianship, you lose the title given to firstborn sons. However, your
inheritance is yours. My family is unable to claim it. It will be managed by
the lord of whatever family you will go to, but you have final say as it is
your private property and wealth. For example, father will manage your assets
but will require your consent for major changes such as further investments,
withdrawal for funds, etc. Furthermore, your firstborn son will become
considered a firstborn that may fully control and inherit the Potter family and
name or any inheritance that you have."
"What if I want to give my inheritance to my second son?"
"He would never be able to claim the Potter name and be its Lord, but he will
be able to control its wealth. Your second son's firstborn son may claim the
title of the family Lord."
"There is so much. Will I be able to learn all of this?" His face
become melancholy.
"It's fine. Now, will you let me take care of you like I am supposed to?"
"Okay." 
I take his clothes off and drag him to the tub. I pulse my magic to different
tile to release fresh rose petals, multiple potions, and salts. I pulse my
magic on another tile to have the potions and salts evenly mix through out the
water.
"Okay. You can get in now." Harry just stood dazed at the strange event that
just happened. "Come on. Get in," I say as I gently push him toward the tub.
Harry gulps and enters the bath. "Now, I want you to soak yourself in the water
as much as possible. All the ingredients are tear-free so make sure your face
gets some of the treatment as well," I instructed.
"I understand, Draco," Harry obediently replied. He sinks deep into the water
and sighs.
"I expect you to soak properly until I get back so I can wash your hair." Harry
hummed an assent. I left so I could prepare clothes for him.
"Minky!" I called. A pop and my personal house elf arrived.
"Yes, young master Draco?"
"Get me some clothes that'll fit Harry Potter."
"Of course, young master Draco." Minky popped away. I decided to go into my
wardrobe. I first went to the vanity and began preparing for Harry. Multiple
brushes and combs so that Draco wouldn't hurt Harry when he would go through
that mess. I also pulled out a hair potion. It was custom-blend created by a
family friend, Severus Snape, who was extremely talented at potions. Severus
made this recipe at the request of father. The straight blonde hair of the
Malfoy family was created out of time and dedication of each family member and
was not genetic. Father's hair would occasionally curl. Mother has the Black
curls and only tamed it through rigorous treatment throughout her life. Mine
liked to stay in lovely curls. As lovely as my curls may be, Malfoys are not to
look unkempt nor cherubic after the age of 7.
"DRACO!" Harry screamed. I thought that I heard some fear in it so I rushed to
the bathroom. 
"Harry, what's wrong?"
"The water," he whimpered. I noticed that his tan visibly decreased and
understood. His hand cupped some water up and let it fall. It was rather
gloppy. I laugh.
"I'm sorry," I chuckle as I notice his incredulous stare. "It's just that a
potion was killing and regrowing skin for you. It is a better option compared
to whitening potions since it is more natural. There is less of a chance that
the potion's ingredients would weaken you. But the skin would end up in the
bath. Let me clean it up for you. I pulse magic to the tile on the bottom left
of the bathtub's faucet. The grime and gunk of the bath was cleared out.
Pulsing magic to the tile that was two tiles above the tile and to the right
reheated the water.
"Is that better?" I ask sweetly. Harry's glasses were off, and his wide, green
eyes looked at me dependently. Younger brothers were so cute.
"Yeah," he happily purred, eyes lazily closing. "Thank you, Draco."
I smile and said," No problem."
I walk out of the bathroom and back into the closet. The vanity still wasn't
properly prepared. I organized the combs and brushes along the table and placed
the potion near it. I look for a thick hairband. I found a nice black one and
placed it on the vanity neatly.
Finally, Minky popped back and began laying Harry's new clothes onto table in
the middle of my wardrobe. I peruse the choices that Minky had bought. I
decided on a silk creme pintuck shirt with a Sacramento green robe. The robe
had a mandarin collar with satin ribbons just under the collar and delicate
silver embroidery that thickly decorated the collar and added texture and theme
to the entire robe. I grabbed a pair of gray linen trousers and cotton anklets.
I hoped that this would make Harry feel a bit more comfortable. Unfortunately,
new shoes were never comfortable. I chose a nice pair of black oxfords.
"Minky, make sure that these shoes get cushioning charms," I order. "Actually,
every pair. Then, I want all of Harry's clothes in his wardrobe and need these
shoes right next to the vanity's seat by the time Harry is done with his
shower."
"Yes, young master Draco."
Nodding in contentment, I leave the wardrobe and went back to the bathroom.
"Okay. You have soaked enough. Come on out."
Harry drowsily hums and unsteadily got up. His wobbling got me a bit worried so
I moved my arms to steady and support him out of the tub.
"Sorry," Harry yawns. "I think my legs fell asleep while I was soaking."
I smirked momentarily, what an actively obedient little brother I now have.
Harry's face was turned away from me at this point luckily.
"You didn't move at all?" I said in a worried tone. 
"I did move a bit, but I tried to keep as steady as possible so that I could
properly soak."
End Notes
     Inspired from a work that I can no longer find anymore. Where Harry
     was raised by the Malfoys and purposely acts to seduce other boys.
     One moment I remember is that during one supper at Hogwarts, Harry
     eats slowly and seductively. He wears earrings that dangles onto his
     neck. If anyone knows a work that has a similar description to this,
     please tell me. I want to properly give it credit.
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