Summer of Changes
DISCLAIMER – Harry Potter and its affiliates are the sole property of JK Rowling.
Note – Thank you for all the wonderful reviews for my first trilogy. I have finally decided to start the eagerly awaited slash. Please note that you will see similarities between my stories. Some of the key elements I got such wonder reviews on that I will use them in this story as well. I want to point out that this is a gay slash. If you are uncomfortable with reading things that are very homosexual, then I suggest that you do not read any further than this.
Chapter 1 – Summer of Changes
Harry sat at his window looking out at the morning sunshine. Once again he had a bad night. He absently stroked Hedwig. She knew her owner and human friend was hurting. There was little the snowy owl could do. Harry had no earthly idea about what to do with himself. He had now lost the one man that would have done anything for him. Harry went back and reviewed over and over in his mind those last few minutes in the Department of Mysteries. He heard in his mind once again Sirius taunt Bellatrix. He saw once again the bright flash of green and the surprised look on Sirius' face when the Killing Curse hit him. He saw once more the look on Sirius' face when he fell through the veil. From there Harry relived the time after that. He remembered Dumbledore arriving and rounding up many of the Death Eaters that had infiltrated the Department of Ministries. Harry vividly went through his mind chasing Bellatrix out of the department and into the entrance. He remembered the pain of Voldemort being in his mind and the concern on the face of Albus Dumbledore while the voice of Voldemort taunted Albus trying to get him to kill Harry. Tears fell from Harry's eyes as he started crying once more for the man that he loved so dearly. Harry held a deep secret in his mind and the one person that he could have shared that secret with was now gone. Hedwig flew out of the window. Harry watched her leave. Within a few moments, he heard a knock on the door.
"Harry," said his Aunt Petunia. "May I come in?"
Harry was not used to his relatives being nice to him. What ever was in the letter that Albus wrote to them apparently had an impact. Dudley no longer hit him all the time or did mean things, and Aunt Petunia was nice to him. Uncle Vernon did not change much, but he no longer said or did mean things to Harry. He just didn't talk to him at all unless it was absolutely necessary. Vernon always did his best to answer as politely as he could, but Harry knew it was just a farce.
He got up and answered the door. Aunt Petunia walked in with a suit in her hand and Hedwig on her shoulder.
"You have a very smart bird here," she said as she came in. "She flew to the window and got my attention. How long are you going to beat yourself up over what happened? No one blames you."
"I know," said Harry wiping away yet more tears. "I can't help feeling responsible though. It was like seeing Cedric die all over again. Every time I get close to someone they end of getting hurt or dying. I just don't know what to do anymore."
"Harry," she said. "I know that I have not been the best mother type to you. I know that red haired woman loves you more than I ever have. However after having you as my surrogate son for almost 16 years and having Dudley for a biological son, it seems to me that you are holding on to more than that."
"What do you mean?" asked Harry in a confused voice.
"You look like you have a secret that you are dying to tell someone, but you don't know how," she answered. "I may not understand about school and the rest of it. I can barely get myself to even refer to it, but YOU are still my flesh and blood. If you need someone to talk to just know, that I will do my best to listen and be non judgmental."
"Thank you Aunt Petunia," said Harry. "I know that having me here is not the easiest thing for you. I have so much going through my mind right now that I feel like I will explode soon."
"Harry I have a couple of questions for you," she said. "After that, you need to get dressed for dinner. I bought this suit for you for the funeral tomorrow. It should fit."
"Thanks," Harry said. "It looks about the right size. What questions do you have for me?"
"First I want to know what happened to your hand," she said. "I would also like to know from your words what happened last month that has you so upset."
"My hand is like this because Umbridge was using an illegal dark object on me," said Harry. "As you know, at school we don't use things like ink pens and notebooks. We use parchment and quills."
"I remember from when Lily went there," said Petunia.
"Well Umbridge was using what is call a Blood Quill," said Harry registering the fact that his Aunt called his mother by name.
"Without going into a whole lot of detail," she said. "Give me the basic outline here. I am missing something."
"It is a quill that has been enchanted so that the user writes with his or her blood as the ink," said Harry. "She used this on me all year so that I would stop telling people about You- Know- Who."
"You mean the guy that killed your parents?" she asked.
"The very same one," said Harry.
"But why would she do that if it was the truth?" asked Petunia a little confused.
"Because the truth was a threat to her position," said Harry. "Fudge would have gotten fired for turning away and letting Voldemort have free access to anywhere he wanted. With Fudge getting fired, she would have lost her own position as she was his biggest supporter. She is the one that sent the Dementors after me and Dudley that night."
"THAT BITCH," shrieked Petunia making Harry jump. "It is a good thing then that you always carry your thingy with you. You saved Dudley. For that you will always have my gratitude. Now tell me about why you are always depressed and crying these days."
"Well Sirius is dead," said Harry flatly. "I never got a chance to talk to him about things like love interests and stupid, every day stuff. With him getting cleared, I could have moved in with him and left you and Uncle Vernon in peace. I know I am not easy to live with, and I know that you are uncomfortable with my gifts. This arrangement would have worked out best for all of us. Then the prophecy got smashed, and the Death Eaters started attacking us. Bellatrix killed Sirius. She laughed as she did it. Dumbledore tried to help me, but it was too late. I had run off after her and Voldemort possessed me and tried to get Dumbledore to kill me. Then I thought about Sirius and Hermione, and Ron and the rest of my friends and he left me. Now he is scared of me. Dumbledore says it is because he can't bear to possess such an innocent loving person. Now Voldemort stays away from me. That doesn't mean he still doesn't want to kill me, but he doesn't want to do it in that manner anymore."
"Good thing you are so good hearted then," said Dudley poking his head into the room. "I am sorry to intrude Harry, but there is a man downstairs that says he needs to talk to you. He is really old with lots of silver hair and beard."
"That would be Professor Dumbledore," said Harry. "Thanks Dudley. Please tell him I will be right down. Thanks for the suit Aunt Petunia and thanks for talking with me. I am very confused right now as there is someone that I think I am in love with, but my head tells me that it should not be."
"Let me guess," she said. "It is another boy?"
"How did you know that?" he asked.
"How about we talk about that later?" she said. "For the moment you should go wash your face and then go see what Professor Dumbledore needs to talk with you about."
Harry left the room as Petunia carefully hung his suit in the closet. The funeral was tomorrow and she wanted him to look nice for it. She was still very uncomfortable with magic and those who used it, but she could not stand to see Harry so broken and defeated. What would she do if something like this ever happened to Dudley? She gave a shudder and went down the stairs.
"Ah Petunia," said Albus politely. "You gardens look wonderful. How are you doing?"
"I am fine thank you Professor," she said. "My gardens look the way they do because it is the only thing I can get Harry to do other than sit in is room and cry all day. I really do hope you can help him. I seemed to have made some headway today, but there is still so much hurt and sadness in him."
"I will do my best," promised Albus. "Where is your husband?"
"I am in here," said Vernon from the den. "I have more trouble than my wife and son with being as acceptant, but I have not been cruel to the boy."
"I am thankful for that," said Albus. "The last thing he needs now is more pain in his life."
"That is what I was thinking," aid Vernon gruffly. "What is going on today that you are here? I thought the funeral was tomorrow."
"It is," said Albus. "I am here to discuss with Harry his inheritance. I am hoping that you will let me intrude upon your hospitality for a little while."
"Would you like us to leave?" asked Petunia. "We don't want to intrude upon anything."
"Actually it would be better if you stayed as some of it will need to be addressed to you," said Albus. "There are a few important issues that I must discuss with Harry and you are after all his legal guardians."
The three Dursleys looked a little uncomfortable at this. Petunia who knew Albus many years, finally nodded her head and she and Dudley sat together on the couch. Vernon offered Albus a chair and then went to sit next to his wife and son. A few moments later, Harry walked hesitantly into the room. Albus could see that Petunia was correct and that Harry did a lot of crying.
"Harry," said Albus smiling. "Please come in and have a seat. I have some things I need to talk to you about. It will be painful for you, but the Ministry has asked me to talk with you. I have one favor to ask of you all. Would it be possible for Professor Snape, Miss Granger, and Mister Malfoy to come in out of the sun and be comfortable for a little bit?"
"Severus is here?" asked Petunia getting up. "Of course they can come in. No don't get up Professor Dumbledore, I will show them where they can sit and provide refreshments for them."
"That is most kind of you," said Albus. "Harry I know you are confused, but there have been a few issues that I have had to take care of. Some of it Professor Snape has to tell you himself. All I ask is that you keep an open mind and of course try and stay calm."
"I will do my best," muttered Harry as Draco, Severus, and Hermione walked in.
Draco had that normal sneer on his face that he always had when he came near Harry. However there was something different in the way he looked. Malfoy didn't seem so cocky. His eyes met Harry's briefly. Harry wondered for a few moments at the blush that crept up his neck and face. Severus nodded to Harry and then he sat down on the love seat escorting Draco next to him as he sat. Hermione smiled at the Dursleys and then went into the kitchen to help Petunia. Ever observant Hermione saw the flush on Draco's face and she also saw it mirrored on Harry's.
"Harry we are here for a number of reasons today," said Albus. "First off we need to tell you that Minister Fudge has been fired. We also need you to give Professor Snape and I detailed information regarding the Blood Quill that Delores Umbridge was using on you. From there we need to discuss the matter of your inheritance. Lastly we need to let you know why young Mr. Malfoy is here."
"I'm glad that Fudge was fired," said Harry through gritted teeth as Petunia and Hermione came in with drinks for everyone.
"I bet you are," said Severus darkly. "Please tell me about the Blood Quill. Miss Granger will take notes."
Harry was taken back at first. Severus Snape actually said please and to him of all people. He quickly shook his head and launched into his tale. Hermione quickly copied every word Harry said. Harry gave dates and times and reasons for the usage of the quill. He gave names of other students he saw with problems similar to his own.
"Do you mind if Mr. Malfoy takes a picture of your hand Harry?" asked Albus. "It will be better than actually having to drag you into court when the charges are filed against her."
"Not at all Sir," said Harry.
"Just place your hand flat on your knee and I can get a shot if it like that," said Draco to Harry.
Harry placed his hand on his knee. When Draco looked down, he gasped. He knew what a Blood Quill did, but he had never seen the finished result before.
"It's ok Draco," said Harry smoothly. "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Draco didn't say anything. He just took a couple of pictures and repositioned Harry's had a couple of times. Every time Draco touched Harry, a charge of electricity passed between the young men. Draco and Harry both blushed.
"Next Harry," said Albus as if nothing in the world were happening. "I would like to talk with you about your inheritance."
"We know this will hurt you Potter," said Severus. "However it does have to happen."
"I will live," said Harry unable to meet the black eyes of his least favorite professor.
"Firstly Harry," said Albus. "You will be coming of age at sixteen instead of seventeen. This is the reason that your Aunt and Uncle are present."
"What does that mean for me or for them?" asked Harry.
"This means that on July 31st, that you will no longer have to live here," said Albus. "It means that you will be an adult in all aspects of the word. The same thing will happen with Mr. Malfoy. This is the reason that he is present today. It is my hope and wish that the two of you help one another until you are both seventeen."
"You want us to work together?" asked Harry. "Surely Professor you have not forgotten that Draco and I have not liked each other since we first met."
"I am aware of your animosity towards one another," said Albus. "Times have changed and the two of you need to change with them."
"I will do my best," said Harry.
"So will I," said Draco.
"That is a nice start," said Albus. "Now as for your inheritance Harry, you will of course get all of the Black Family fortune. Sirius left his will very specifically written. You also inherit No. 12 Grimmauld Place. Once you turn sixteen, you will also inherit the Potter Mansion and the Potter Family fortune. That means that you inherit the house elves from both locations."
"You mean I have inherited Kreacher?" asked Harry angrily. "I don't want that slimy bit of scum."
"Relax Potter," said Severus. "It is not as bad as it seems."
"Isn't that the elf creature that lied to Harry and got his Godfather killed?" asked Dudley.
"That is correct in summary," said Albus smiling at him. "Harry you do not have to keep him. Just summon him and we can change his ownership to myself or one of the others sitting here."
"Do you want him Hermione?" he asked.
"No Harry," she said. "I am a Mudblood remember. He will only serve a pureblood."
"Do not call yourself that Miss Granger," said Albus sharply. "Harry there are only two of us here that are pureblood. Draco and myself. Just order Kreacher to bond with one of us."
"I don't want him either," said Draco. "I have no use for traitorous house elves."
"Kreacher," called Harry.
With a small pop the house elf appeared. Vernon grunted and Petunia glared at the filthy thing on her spotless floor.
"Master called," said the elf bowing low. "Ungrateful half blood, that he is."
"Shut up," said Harry. "You will bond immediately with the Head Master Albus Dumbledore. That way you won't have to deal with me and I won't have to look at you anymore."
A golden glow surrounded both Albus and Kreacher as the ownership of the elf changed over.
"Report to Hogwarts," said Albus sternly to the elf. "I want you to have my rooms cleaned by the time that I get there."
"Yes Master," Kreacher said.
With a small pop he disappeared. Albus took out his wand and cleaned the dirty spot that Kreacher left on the floor. Petunia visibly relaxed and Vernon calmed down.
"Harry there are two house elves that would like to bond with you," said Albus.
"Really?" asked Harry. "Why would they want to do that? I don't want servants."
"They want to bond with you because they love you," said Hermione speaking for the first time during this conversation.
"Who are they?" asked Harry nervously.
"Dobby and Winky," Albus called.
With two small pops, there were two clean elves standing in front of everyone.
"Hey I know you," said Vernon pointing at Dobby. "I saw you before that pudding smashed all over the place the night I lost my client."
"Dobby is sorry for that Sir," he squeaked. "Dobby is only wanting to protect Harry Potter."
"Dobby and Winky want to bond with me?" asked Harry.
"We does," said Dobby bowing to him.
"What do I have to do?" asked Harry.
"Just place a hand on both of their heads and state your full name and that you want to bond them to you," said Hermione.
"Are you ok with this Draco?" Harry asked nervously. "After all, Dobby was your house elf."
"Was is the key word there," said Draco. "No, it doesn't bother me."
"Thanks Draco," said Harry standing.
He placed a hand on Dobby and Winky's heads gently.
"I, Harry James Potter, wish that Dobby and Winky be bonded to me," he said.
A golden glow surrounded the trio. When the glow died out, Dobby and Winky were wearing a smart little uniform that had the Potter crest on it.
"Well done Harry," aid Albus. "Here is another part of your inheritance."
He pulled out two rings. The first had the Black Family crest on it and the other had the Potter Family crest on it. As he slipped the two rings on his fingers, they shifted in size to fit his fingers. It was then that Harry noticed that Draco was wearing a similar ring with the Malfoy Family crest on it.
"It seems that Sirius knew what he was doing after all," said Albus. "If you were not eligible for the Black Family fortune, the ring would not have adjusted to fit you."
"So how many accounts do I have at Gringotts now?" asked Harry.
"For the moment three," said Albus. "I just need you to sign these documents and then have your Aunt and Uncle sign them as well and all three vaults will be combined."
Harry signed the documents quickly and then handed them to his Aunt and Uncle who also signed them. When they were done, Harry handed the documents back to Albus.
"How much money are we talking about here?" asked Harry.
"Roughly?" stated Albus. "About 130 million galleons."
There was a thud as Harry's eyes rolled up into his head and he fainted. Petunia rushed over to him. Albus knelt beside Harry and pointed his wand at him.
"Enervate," said Albus quietly.
Harry woke up with a large lump on the back of his head.
"Did I hear you correctly sir?" asked Harry a bit shaken.
"I am afraid you did," said Albus politely. "Now as it is only the beginning of July and you need to stay here until your birthday, I was wondering if it would be ok with you Petunia and Vernon, if Harry stayed here until that time."
"Of course it is Professor Dumbledore," said Petunia. "That gives us time to finish the conversation we were having when you arrived."
"Then it is settled," said Albus warmly. "Harry we will pick you up tomorrow at about eleven for the funeral. Here is your list of supplies that you will need to get for your upcoming school year. Professor Snape has agreed to escort you to Diagon Alley day after tomorrow to buy your things along with Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger. On July 31st, I will be coming to get you and I will bring you to the castle. From there you, Miss Granger, and Mister Malfoy will be joined by Mr. and Miss Weasley for some special training. We better grab Mr. Longbottom and Miss Lovegood while we are at it."
"Special training for what?" asked Harry.
"For the future," said Albus ominously. "For now put it out of your mind Harry. Try to enjoy yourself for the next three weeks. For now, we must take our leave."
Albus, Severus, Draco, and Hermione all stood up. Albus and Hermione both gave Harry a hug. Severus nodded at Harry and walked to the door. Draco held out his hand for Harry to shake. When their hands touched, both young men blushed again. Both Hermione and Petunia noticed it. Once again Albus pretended that he saw nothing. He thanked the Dursleys for their hospitality and the quartet left.
Author's note – I will end this chapter here. Please let me know what you think.