The Chronicles of Black.

"I was never taught anything by your family! I was never told anything and I never felt cared for like I do now. I won't apologise for seizing this opportunity while I can."

"Why them?!" Ginny hissed.

"Because the Malfoy family were the only ones to offer." Harry said as calmly as he could while his anger was being roused and stoked so expertly. "No one else thought that I was worthy of a family, no one else even tried, so why not them when they saw how miserable and run down I actually was? I was not in a good place, Ginny. I'm finally being looked after like every human being deserves to be, I'm being taught and brought up properly and I don't care who it's with, I'm so very happy now, why can't you just be happy for me too?"

"I just can't, not with those creatures."

"I saved your miserable life." Harry reminded her, his anger flaring bright and icy cold, going from a warm simmering to blazing white-hot in an instant. "You would be dead right now if it wasn't for what I did for you!"

"Ron came down…"

"Do you think an idiot like Ron would have ever figured out what had happened?!" Harry demanded of her. "Do you think that he would even have been able to get into that Chamber when it has Parseltongue passwords? No! You would be dead without me, you would have died four years ago if I hadn't gone down in that damn Chamber to find you and you thank me for that by turning your back on me just for being adopted into a real family? You really need to look in a mirror and have a long, hard look at yourself and ask if the ungrateful bitch looking back at you is the person you really want to be!"

Ginny ran off and Harry took in a deep breath and he sat himself down again. He couldn't even remember standing up. "I lost composure, didn't I?"

"Definitely." Blaise told him. "But due to the circumstances, I'd say you handled that really well. Her face when you reminded her that you'd saved her life was worth it."

Harry sighed. "I'm just so angry lately. It flares up and I lash out without thinking, I don't even have time to think! One minute I'm fine, then the next minute the anger surges and I'm up on my feet, shouting."

"I think you've thoroughly burnt your bridges with that load of riffraff though." Draco said with a haughty sniff. "Now, come here and write this paragraph out again, you've gotten mixed up with your information yet again. I'm sure you don't pay attention."

Harry groaned and went back to his homework so that he could rewrite it yet again because Draco wasn't happy with it. He needed to stop getting so damn angry and he needed to get on top of this mountain of homework. He had been made the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain this year as well and he needed to start holding tryouts for new Beaters, a new Chaser and a new Keeper very soon as the first game was on the Saturday of the second week of November.

He was going to be so busy this year, what with his duties to his Quidditch team, his mass of homework and his lessons. Not to mention his self-study to catch up with Ancient Runes and Arithmancy, keeping up his correspondence with Rabastan, and his duties to the Wizengamot as Lord Potter-Black. His schedule was literally jam-packed this year and he couldn't work out where he was going to find the time for all of it, but he would come up with something. He had to, even if it meant that he had to drop himself from the Quidditch team. He'd hate to do it, he loved Quidditch so very much, but his studies, his betrothal, and his duties to the Wizengamot came first. They had to come first, even if it meant that he had to give up the sport that he absolutely loved. He had much more important things to deal with this year, after all.

Lucius Malfoy knelt in front of the high backed chair and allowed his Lord to sift through his memories at his will. He allowed all of the memories of Harry to come to the forefront, as he'd been instructed to do, thinking about the boy's talents, his strengths, his intelligence and thirst for learning. How he was slowly opening the boy's eyes and turning him permanently away from Dumbledore, how he had immediately thought to adopt the boy once the opportunity arose so that he could, one way or another, take the boy out of the coming war, including his very real thoughts about how he would dispose of the boy if it was asked of him, at least before he'd gotten to know Harry as a person. He allowed his Lord to see the growing fondness he had for the boy, how he had come to care for Harry, who was so spirited, yet sat silently for hours devouring every book that he gave to him.

He let his Lord see how he had immediately thought to pair Harry with a loyal Death Eater once the boy had told him that he believed that he liked men more than he did women and how the Lestrange family had eventually come to his mind as a loyal, suitable family after he had probed a little at Xerxes to hear about the state of Rabastan.

He didn't hold anything back or try to hide anything from his Lord, who had been pleased with him for his forethought in adopting the boy quickly when the chance had arisen before Dumbledore had had the chance to block this avenue of opportunity. His Lord who had been pleased with Harry taking up his seats on the Wizengamot and ousting Dumbledore and that he was being taught to his full potential, and he was especially pleased with the contract that put Harry with Rabastan Lestrange, one of his most loyal followers.

"The boy seems to be progressing well."

Lucius brought up the letters that he'd gotten, first from Draco, and then several hours later the one from Harry and then the second letter from Harry that had arrived with a school owl the next morning. The former had been Harry's admission of abuse by his muggle relatives, told to him in the letter by Draco. The second had been Harry's version of what had happened to him by the disgusting muggles that he'd lived with and the third had been Harry's guilty confession that he had used several coarse, vulgar words in front of Dumbledore and that he had lost composure and his temper several times, but ultimately that he had screamed at his headmaster that he was not going to fight in the war, that he refused to be a part of it and that all he wanted was a life of his own and a family. "The boy is receptive to the idea of a family with Rabastan?" The Dark Lord questioned them softly.

"I believe that it is correct to say that he adores the ground that Rabastan walks on, my Lord." Xerxes Lestrange, stood off to the side of them, spoke up. "They are very receptive to one another."

"Is that so, Xerxes? This pleases me." The Dark Lord hissed, his red eyes gleaming happily at all the new ventures he could delve into with the boy out of the way and kept busy with Rabastan. "Make sure that nothing happens to destroy this bond that they have. I will see them engaged and then married. If I can keep the boy busy and out of my way, then there will be nothing to stop us, my old friends. How are Rodolphus and Rabastan coming along on their recovery plans? I will have need of them in the coming months."

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