Black Truth [READ DESCRIPTION]

chapter one

Daemon: So we've moved from HPYGO crossovers to just HP?

Rio: Yup! This plot bunny wouldn't go away!

Ryu: So we nurtured it!

Daemon: "nurtured"?

Ryu:Yes! You either nurture a bunny or you ignore it.

Daemon: Whatever Ryu.
Rio: Anyway, Daemon will you do the warning?

Daemon: Slash, shounen-ai, m/m themes. Rated PG-13 for (sort of) adult themes (coughHomosexualitycough). Nothing very graphic.

Rio: I claim ownership of everything to do with the Veriae, and the addition of middle names to Draco and Lucius, along with the name of Draco's three-greats-grandfather and grandmother. But that's it.

Ryu: Rio and Daemon and I do not claim ownership of any of the Harry Potter themes, characters, locations, or ideas. We will not make any money off this... well Daemon and I are muses so we don't get any money anyway, but Rio does not get any money off of this. .

Daemon: Pairings include (but are not limited to): Draco/Harry(main), Ron/Hermione(minor). We will add more if they appear.

Ryu: Romance! But a bit of angst for little Draco... but it will turn out all right in the end.

Rio: This fic was beta'd by our wonderful beta, Ms Trick! Go give her a hug for all her wonderful work! Now on with the fic!

Black Truth

Chapter One: Family Heirloom

Draco had never liked jigsaw puzzles very much, (especially the wizarding ones where the picture of the puzzle moved even when the pieces were apart... it was very disturbing to hold a piece with a hand on it and have it wave at you while the head was on another piece, completely unaware of what it's hand was doing) but as he looked at his Divination homework for the weekend it was like looking at the final piece to a jigsaw puzzle, the kind where the picture is completed when you place it with the other pieces and you can sit back and admire your work. And Draco was admiring this work, after all it was about him (and there is often nothing more important than oneself).

Now what was so special about this Divination homework? Not much really. In class they were working on family lineage and were going to see how that ties into their future, but right now they were just working on the spell that would show them the family tree, or more accurately the group of spells that would show all the information needed for this part of the course. The first spell was simple enough, and would cause a basic outline of the family tree to appear on the parchment. The larger the parchment, the farther back the tree would go (Draco's tree currently went back to his sixth-great-grandfather). And, looking at this tree, he could find the answer to something that had been nagging at him since... well since he had turned fifteen and woken up that morning to find his bed and himself covered in black feathers.

This had triggered a memory of his about his father: when Draco was a five-year-old, he had found a similar black feather on his father's bed and his father had been... extremely angry at the house elves for not finding that before his son. Draco had never known why, but this was the first piece of the puzzle.

The second piece had come from his godfather as a Christmas present. It was by now everyone's (well everyone who didn't think he would become a Death Eater, which was himself, Snape, and his father) expectation that Draco would follow in Professor Snape's footsteps, because of his skill in Potions, and Draco himself was not against that kind of a future. His godfather knew this and had sent him a, rather large, book about the rarest potions that could be made and what their purpose was. It had surprised Draco that many of these potions were for dealing with problems caused with having the blood of magical creatures in your veins. This seemed to be a problem more for wizarding families that had at one time been or still were pureblooded. Draco had found it very ironic that in older times, it was considered more pure to mate with a magical creature than a mudblood... and it did make some twisted sense he guessed... but some of the combinations were just sickening.