Finding Home

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Finding Home
by dearjayycee

Summary

Harry comes into a surprised creature inheritance on the night of his 16th birthday. With it
comes hope, love, and more family than he ever expected. His creature status changes
everything, and secrets start to be revealed. His view on who he is and who he can trust is
altered, and his eyes are opened to the true meaning of the war.
 But along with that Harry learns the true meaning of love.

Inspired by Nest Of Love by Rosemae

 The Changing
Chapter Notes

PLEASE READ THIS NOTICE!

This story is a rewrite/remix of Nest of Love by Rosemae. This was done with her
permission and blessing. This story for the first few chapters will follow her story
closely, I will be adding lore, interactions, and emotions to those chapters. The farther
along my version gets the more different it will become. If you have read Nest of Love
you will know all the Claremore family OCs and the OCs who are Harry's mates. I
hope to do them justice but still add my spin on them along with at least one of my
OCs. Lastly, I hope you enjoy my choices for Harry's canon character mates. Please
read the relationship tags to see who I will be adding.

Also, note in this story Hogwarts begins at 13 and ends at 19. Their first year
combines the curriculum for the original 1 and 2 year since they are older and can
handle the busier schedule.

Thank you to the lovely Amycat8733 and mldeal89!

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Harry woke with a jolt to the flash of lightning and the rolling boom of thunder; the rain beating
steadily against his bedroom window, wind shaking the glass panes. He rolled over on his thin
mattress while the bedspring dug into one of the bruised ribs his Uncle had gifted him with the day
before. The pain it caused felt like a spark of electricity shooting down his spine and his head
throbbed in time to his heart and his breath stuttered until he changed positions. His body was in
such tremendous pain he felt nauseous with it, the dry heaves from an empty stomach only made
his diaphragm ache, and the pressure of his full bladder made his lower abdomen feel hard. Unable
to sleep with the pain, Harry stumbled over to his window as lightning shot across the sky once
more. Harry looked outside worriedly. Hedwig had left before the storm started and had yet to
return.

Since the start of summer Harry had been making sure Hedwig was outside anytime the Dursleys
were awake or home. He was afraid Vernon would take out his wrath on his first friend. He
couldn’t stand the thought of her being locked indoors again as she had in the previous two years.
It was just too inhumane for such a lively bird to be locked away.

Scanning the trees, he saw large luminous amber eyes glowering at him from the ash tree in the
neighbor’s backyard. Harry opened the window sheepishly after checking the street for possible
passersby, though he doubted there would be any at this time of night or in this weather. She sailed
through the window and alighted on her perch with a disgruntled hoot and an angry shake of her
feathers that caused water droplets to spatter upon the plastic folding table under her. Harry
reached out to caress her. She nipped at his finger in retaliation before allowing it, then nuzzled
into his hand while cooing to show her love.

Harry reveled in her honest affection that came with no strings attached. She had no expectations
for him to be something he wasn’t. Harry always felt like he had to put on masks for everyone he
met, but with Hedwig, he could be himself. She didn’t care if he babbled about all the things he
had learned or about his dreams for the future. Hedwig just continued to love him, even when he
had confessed his darkest desires, that his family would just die so he could escape them. She had
just nuzzled into his neck, letting him hold onto her as he let out shaky shuddering breaths, refusing
to cry.

Harry moved over to the window to relieve himself on the rose bushes below, releasing the tension
on his bladder. Rain splattered his face as he leaned out the window. A shaky chuckle escaped him
at the thought of Aunt Petunia’s face if she ever found out what he was doing, he would receive
one hell of a beating for it if she did. Harry grabbed the empty water bottles he had squirreled away
and held them outside, gathering rainwater to drink.

Harry sat back down, his whole frame throbbing from the constant beatings he received starting
from the moment they arrived home from King’s Cross. Well, Harry didn’t consider it home, never
had. The first beating had been especially vicious. Vernon had lost a significant client the day
before school ended and blamed it on his nephew’s freakishness without a single thought that it
might have been something that he himself had done, most likely a snide or belittling comment to
someone he thought of as lesser.

Along with Harry’s stunt last year with Aunt Marge, disappearing before his Uncle could dole out
any punishment had left the man to stew in his fury. Now with Harry back, Vernon was taking all
that built-up frustration out on his nephew’s hide. Appearing daily to deliver a few blows, like an
ongoing nightmare, sporadically beating him until he passed out.

With no contact from his friends so far, not even replying to his letters, Harry was quickly losing
hope that he would make it through this summer alive. He was cut off from his only ability to call
for help if things got worse. He knew that Sirius couldn’t contact him. Despite this, Harry still held
onto the hope that he would be protected and cared for. No one had ever wanted him before, but
without hesitation, Sirius had offered him a home with open arms. But, then everything had gone
wrong and Sirius couldn’t take Harry in. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop the boy from desperately
wanting it.

It had been three weeks since the end of the school year and more than likely his Godfather was
still struggling to find someplace safe to hide before trying to get in touch. But he at least expected
Ron and Hermione to send him letters.

They promised him they would.

Along with the beating, ever since Harry arrived home, his family had locked him in his cramped
room, while his trunk and wand were in the cupboard under the stairs, which had been his
bedroom until his thirteenth birthday when he received his Hogwarts letter. The sole reason his
doting family moved him into Dudley’s second bedroom, which had been a small study, was the
thought of freaks possibly spying on them had frightened them.

This summer his Aunt let him out once or twice a day to use the loo, but she frequently forgot.
Meals were even more scarce and this was also part of why he made sure Hedwig was out of the
house as often as possible so she could hunt. During the previous summers, he divided the little
amount of food he received with her, which never contained enough meat to keep her healthy with
Hagrid nursing her back to a healthy weight at the beginning of each school year. So this time
Harry released her before they even got on the train, instructing her to only come home while his
relatives were asleep. When they asked, he informed them she was staying at Hogwarts over the
summer vacation because she had broken her wing. They were so overjoyed that Hedwig wouldn’t
be a ‘nuisance’ that they didn’t question it further.

Hedwig brought him rodents each night, dropping them by his head on the mattress, but he hadn’t
yet gotten to the point that he was hungry enough to stomach them. He just continued to encourage
her to eat them herself to keep her strength up. The only reason he hadn’t stooped so far yet was
the fact he had been able to hide a small expandable bag of food in his underwear when he changed
from his Hogwarts robes into Dudley’s hand-me-downs on the train ride home, along with his
cloak and photo album.

There was no plate of food at the door, so he moved over to the loose floorboard under his table to
retrieve one of the pumpkin pasties from his bag of food. Harry opened the wrapper, the almost
silent pop of a preservation charm bursting disturbed the silence between bouts of thunder. Most
wizarding foods had preservation charms on the wrapping that would last a few years. It made it
easier for Harry to stretch what he had without having to worry about anything going bad and he
was immeasurably thankful for that. The last thing Harry needed was food poisoning on top of
everything else. He nibbled on the pastry, knowing that if he ate too quickly he would end up sick.
But, as it was only the size of a deck of cards, it didn’t take him long to finish. It would do him for
the day. There’d been many days during his childhood when he went with less. He survived then,
and he would survive now.

That’s what he did.

Hedwig made her way over to where he sat on the bed and perched on his knee. He continued to
watch the lightning strike as he helped Hedwig preen, gently scratching at her pin feathers. His
racing thoughts soon calmed with the repetitive motion.

Harry startled awake two days later to the sound of the locks on his door clicking open. Sitting up
stiffly he watched the door leerily, after the beating he received the evening before Harry didn’t
believe that it was his Uncle returning. The man usually gave him at least a day of reprieve if he
beat him into unconsciousness otherwise the beatings were daily. A quick glance out the window
showed it was mid-afternoon and, since it was a weekday, it was more than likely his Aunt
entering the room. It never hurt to be on guard though.

The handle finally turned, Petunia standing in the doorway, face pinched in a grimace as she took
in his appearance and stench. “Boy, go clean yourself up, you’re stinking up my house. Be back in
your room in fifteen minutes or Vernon will hear about it.” She hissed out, venom oozing from her
every word. It had been five days since she last allowed him to bathe, so his hair was limp and
greasy, and his skin was tacky from sweat and blood.

Gathering up his bathroom supplies before stumbling out of his room, Harry hurried into the
downstairs restroom. They had long ago removed everything from it. His relatives hadn’t wanted
him stealing anything, so he couldn’t just grab painkillers to help him out. He jumped in the
shower, rubbing down his body with the unscented bar of soap before lathering up his hands and
running them through his hair. Harry then opened his mouth so that he could drink as much water
as possible while his hair rinsed out.

Once he was as clean as he could be, considering the circumstances, he left the shower, wiping
himself down with the ratty hand towel and then using it to clean off the fogged-up mirror so he
could look at the lashes on his back. They were red, angry, and swollen. One closer to his butt was
a little yellow in one spot, showing signs of infection.

Harry sighed, wheezing towards the end. There was nothing he could do at this point and his
inability to reach some of the wounds on his back in order to clean them was a problem, but it was
only two weeks and three days before his birthday and ever since he started up at Hogwarts
someone always picked him up around his birthday. Hopefully, the infection wouldn’t get much
worse before then. Harry could probably sneak a general healing potion from Mrs. Weasley’s
always fully stocked potion cabinet.

Knowing that his time was nearly up, Harry dressed while trying to hold his shirt as far away from
his back as possible so as not to brush it against the lashes and took a few last gulps of water from
the sink before hurrying back to his room. The timer dinged just as he shut his door. He had cut it
close, but luckily he was good at estimating time.

The locks slammed back into place, and Aunt Petunia shoved a plate through the cat flap before
marching down the stairs. There was a piece of bread, a bruised apple, and a plastic cup full of
water. They never gave him fruit. Harry found that strange but decided not to look a gift horse in
the mouth.

He happily picked up the plate and cup, nibbling at the apple, savoring it despite it being slightly
mealy. It wasn’t until attending Hogwarts that he could eat as much fruit as he wanted. He was
sure the only reason he had ever eaten any before that was because the teachers basically forced
his family to sign him up for the free food program in elementary school. The oranges, apples, and
bananas they served at every lunch were always the best part in Harry’s opinion.

After Harry finished the meal, he pushed the plate and cup back through the cat flap. That left him
to his boredom in his room. He laid down on the bed knowing it was best to sleep as much as
possible when he could. There was no need to wear himself out. He wasn’t consuming the calories
needed to do much so sleeping was the only way he could make it through the rest of his time
here. On top of that, he once read that your body’s natural healing was strongest when asleep.

Either way, the shower wore him out too much to do anything but sleep.

Harry stared out the window. It was dark, but Mr. Wilby was out walking his dog, so it was
probably before ten. It had been three days since he last left his room. The house was quiet and the
car was missing. It was typical for his family to leave him locked up in his room when they went
out for trips so it didn’t surprise him. They probably went to the countryside to see Marge.

Hedwig sat in the nearby tree glaring at him, but at least this time it wasn’t raining. As soon as
Harry opened the window Hedwig swooped in, perching on his shoulder and preening his messy
hair above a spot on his scalp that had been aching since he woke up. She cooed, nuzzling into
him.

Hedwig stayed attached to him throughout the night, but his growing fever kept him from falling
asleep. Shivers began wracking his body and sweat started pouring down his face and back. It got
harder to move, his body was stiff and sore all over and the infection in his lashes was only getting
worse. Harry knew it was bad and it worried him. It was two weeks before his birthday and he
didn’t know if he would last. The last lash above his butt ached more than anything. His tailbone
felt as if it was trying to break through the skin and his vision was growing cloudy.
The clock downstairs chimed merrily and Harry strained to listen to it so he could accurately tell
what time it was. While the melodic chimes had always soothed him, the telly or Dudley’s
screaming would often make it inaudible, but it was a pleasant sound, and the more chimes he
heard, the closer to when he got back to Hogwarts and the sooner he would be reunited with his
newfound Godfather.

The sooner everything would be different.

Downstairs the Grandfather clock struck twelve, and Harry leaned against the cool glass of his
window.

Within moments Harry was doubled over onto the floor and curling as far into himself as possible,
his whole body throbbing. He was dying, he knew it. All he had wanted was to be safe. For his so-
called family to disappear. To be loved and cared for by someone, anyone. But now, that would
never happen. He was drifting in and out of consciousness. The pain was too much for him to
handle, the only thing he could do to get any relief was to move his head a little so that his cheek
lay against a cooler patch of wood. Tears were flowing freely down his face as inhuman cries
ripped their way through him. Harry’s magic began lashing out, rolled off of him in waves,
saturating the entire room as it wrapped around him, cocooning him in its warmth, almost like a
hug. At least if he were to die he had this one last bit of comfort.

Harry didn’t know how long it had been since he started falling apart, but there was now some
being next to him. It felt like flames cradling him along with his own magic. It felt loving, filling
him with hope. This was something he had longed for as long as he could remember, he wished to
hold onto it forever.

Music rang through his body, causing him to vibrate like a plucked harp string, the notes whispered
words of comfort and care. Harry focused on the song; its consistency brought back his sense of
sanity. The whole house suddenly rattled, but he heard nothing. Then came the slamming of a door
and heavy footsteps racing up the stairs, every vibration making the pain in his body worse.

Suddenly something wet hit his chapped lips, trickling onto his tongue. It tasted like sunshine and
smiles. Whatever it was it gave him more relief than he thought possible.

Large hands moved his body with care, but he still cried out in pain. His eyes popped open, his
world nothing but white fog. He was being cradled against a warm body, his magic lashing out, but
before it could cause any harm, the burning being was once again able to calm it. Its magic, old
beyond his understanding, sang to him, letting him know everything was okay - that everything
would be okay. Harry didn’t understand. How could anything be okay? He had been dying. But,
even so, the singing continued to whisper promises of safety. The chest holding him rumbled as if
someone was talking to him, but Harry could not hear a thing.

Something cool pressed against his lips. His gasp allowed a small bit of fresh water to fill his
mouth. Once Harry realized what it was he greedily tried for more, but whoever held the glass only
let it slowly trickle into his mouth. Harry would have reached out to force more down his parched
and sore throat, but he couldn’t move his arms. They felt like dead weight at his sides.

Slowly, but surely, he emptied the glass which was followed by a vial pressed against his lips. It
reeked, causing Harry to gag, but the hands wouldn’t let up, holding the bottle there until Harry
was forced to consume it. Harry recognized the taste of a pain potion and upon that realization, he
gulped it down, thankful for the relief it would bring.
 Harry’s eyes started to drift close, his body suddenly going slack, but before he could panic he felt
himself float away from his body, the feeling of someone’s hands rubbing his belly.

The fire and singing was the last thing he remembered.

Last Edited 1.13.2022 by Hikiri

Chapter End Notes

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 Finding Harry
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Bartok walked through the small town of Little Whinging, searching for an isolated place to
apparate. He had just finished a business meeting with a small coven of Vampires that lived in the
area. The Ministry was once again causing trouble for the creatures living in Britain and Bartok
was determined to help as many of his fellow creatures as he could.

Bartok was a well-known, respected lawyer for creature’s rights cases. The DuMone Coven he had
visited was being accused of using dark magic on a muggle that lived next door. The coven wasn’t
all that wealthy, but, luckily there was a fund to help creatures in need of services like the legal
council that Bartok offered. He also often devoted any free time he had to pro bono cases. The
fund was started after the Great Purge from the taxes everyone living in the other realms paid;
keeping it filled.

Bartok thought the case should be easy. An open and shut case seeing as the muggle in question
didn’t test positive for any magical residue, let alone dark magic. He was, in fact, friendly with his
Vampire neighbors, often even allowing the coven to watch over his children when he needed a
babysitter. Even the Aurors in charge of the investigation had stated this themselves, but the
Ministry was dead set on going through with this farce. All of this was just the Ministry looking for
another reason to pass more restrictions on the creature population. Everyone involved knew it was
a sham, but that didn’t stop the bigots from trying.

Ever since the Great Purge, there had been a deep-seated hatred of creatures in Western Europe.
France was the only exception since the Conseil des Ministres had always employed many
creatures unlike in Britain where they kept mostly to themselves.

The situation itself left him with a migraine when he thought about it so really, the only thing
Bartok was enjoying about this case was the clients. They were all lovely people, and despite their
worrying situation, they still kept a sense of humor about them.

It was almost midnight and while Vampires didn’t burst into flames like the myths would have
people believe, they were allergic to sunlight and the light did blind them. Direct sunlight could
even cause permanent damage, like third-degree burns.
That was why Vampires who resided on Earth, rather than other realms, lived in places like Britain
or Siberia where it wasn't as sunny as other countries.

There were charms and potions that would allow Vampires to venture out during the day safely, but
they had to be reapplied every hour. Unfortunately, the Ministry of Magic had made the potion
illegal in Britain and the charm would drain too much magic for this Coven to use often or on all
members.

Walking helped calm Bartok down from the furious racing of his thoughts on how to deal with the
situation, putting his mind at ease with the simple action. Bartok looked curiously at the muggle
houses. He had grown up with little influence from the muggle world, only having seen it in
passing until he had become a lawyer. When he had first started his job, muggle houses, which all
looked the same, fascinated him. Most magicals preferred to show off their heritage and power
with ornate manors. Bartok understood that without magic, houses took longer to build and it was
easier to construct whole neighborhoods with only a few differences between buildings. The
muggles also didn’t have as much room as magicals did because of the large population so there
were fewer manors overall around Earth, whereas even the poorest of magicals usually had large
plots of land.

The meeting had not lasted as long as he had expected since it was just a check-up to see how
everyone was doing and to make sure the Ministry wasn’t trying any tricks. He spotted an empty
alleyway to apparate in and had only just started towards it when light and heat appeared behind
him. Before he could turn around to see what had startled him, claws grabbed the back of his jacket
and a vortex of flames pulled him away with the same tug that came with a side-along apparition.

He’d barely regained his balance when his creature side began roaring furiously within him. It was
screaming at him to find and help the submissive who was in such great distress. Bartok looked up
to see an ordinary house in front of him, but his Draken side was bellowing from within for him to
move. He ran towards the house but halted suddenly as a threatening tingle of magic jolted across
his skin, making his eyes grow wider. Black magical wards surrounded the house. Bartok, having
discovered this, knew the situation was now even direr. Hundreds of increasingly horrible
possibilities ran through his mind.

Orexin began rushing through his blood, panic building with each moment. He could hear muffled
screaming through the notice-me-not ward that stopped people from noticing anything unusual. He
could only make it out due to his enhanced hearing from his creature side and, since he could
already sense the ward, it didn’t work properly on him.

Bartok studied the wards intently, their magic vibrating against his skin in a warning. He
cautiously tried to push back against them with his magic, but it was to no avail. Whoever had done
this wanted no one getting in and that worried him even more. There were wards on this house that
no magical being would ever think of using because it would harm everyone inside. Slowly
stripping away their emotional control and physical health. There was no way he could take them
down himself.

Growling in frustration Bartok took a few steps back, wards settling back down. Bartok’s creature
roared in anger at the thought of leaving, but he had no choice in this. He needed to get his mate,
Lyle, who Bartok was confident could dismantle the wards.

However, before he could back away enough to apparate to get help flames burst into being.
Sitting on the mailbox, glaring at him, was a Phoenix. Bartok immediately understood that this
Phoenix was one of the submissive’s mates or someone who cared deeply for the person inside. It
was also the one who brought him here.
Bartok had never met a Phoenix before so he bowed, not knowing the proper greeting, maintaining
eye contact the whole time. “I promise I will come back. I can’t take these wards down myself.
However, my mate Lyle will be able to.” Bartok stayed as still as possible, not daring to breathe
while the being eyed him, judging his truthfulness. The Phoenix, after a few seconds of tension,
finally nodded and flamed back into the house.

Bartok sighed in relief. Even though he was a Draken he knew Phoenix fire could burn anyone to a
crisp if the creature was angered. What he didn’t understand was why the Phoenix hadn’t flamed
the person inside the house out. He could only assume it had something to do with the wards.

Bartok apparated home and rushed from the entry hall and into the master bedroom upstairs.
Bartok saw the curly black hair on the outside of the pile of bodies on the bed. He ran on the balls
of his feet to Lyle’s side, shaking him gently, not wanting to startle him and risk waking everyone
up. If this was as bad as he thought it was, he knew that everyone else would need to get as much
sleep as possible to keep their energy up.

When Lyle's eyes opened just a sliver he stared, confused, up at his lover, but when he opened his
mouth to question why he was being woken Bartok pressed a finger to his lips and motioned for
him to get up and follow. Bartok’s distress must have been obvious because Lyle was wide awake
and jumping out of bed instantly, hurriedly throwing on clothes without any further questions.
Bartok whispered to Lyle to meet him in the entryway before rushing into Anna’s office to grab her
heavy-duty emergency med-kit before rushing back downstairs.

Bartok grabbed Lyle's bicep in a grip that was far too tight and apparated them away. The house
was burned, like a red-hot brand, into his memory so Bartok needed no time at all to picture it
within his mind. With a crack, they appeared in front of the home, but before he could say
anything to explain himself Lyle was gasping and rushing towards the ward line. Out of all his
mates, Lyle was the most magically sensitive, gifted with mage-sight, it was what made him such a
good curse breaker. Lyle’s eyes turned a glowing red as his gift activated and the wards appeared
to him, glowing like a giant writhing black dome around the home. He jogged around the ward
line, looking for any possible weak spot in the wards, jumping over the white picket fences of the
perfectly normal muggle neighborhood without thought as he ran around the dome. Lyle finally
called out to Bartok, voice tight with stress, standing in the corner of the backyard. Bartok could
smell long ago spilled blood that had soaked into the earth right on the ward line, making the
hideous arcane magic weakest there.

They went to work, Lyle giving orders to Bartok as they slowly made their way through the wards.
It was one of the hardest hours of their lives before they could make a hole big enough to get
through as both of their creatures cried out and tried to break free to help the submissive in need.

They had noticed many alarm wards woven into the darker magics that would alert the caster of
the overall state of the wards so they were unable to simply tear them down. The last thing the two
needed was to have whoever cast such vile wards coming to find out what was happening to the
protections on the home. Even still, without them setting the wards off, a dragon and overgrown
crow would be no help in this situation, and they needed to keep their wits about them.

With the wards finally down they both rushed into the house, crashed through the back door, and
practically flew up the stairs. They found, much to their horror, a door covered in locks with a cat
flap at the bottom with an empty paper plate and a plastic cup in front of the door. Bartok was
enraged, as one of his greatest fears was confirmed. This submissive was being abused, he didn’t
need to know any more of the situation to be sure of that. He tore off the locks and pushed the door
open with enough force that the handle bounced against the wall.

They both slid to a stop with the Phoenix glaring at them, its face close to the submissive’s, its
tears dropping onto the boy’s lips. There was blood covering the boy and floor from the tail and
ears that just burst through the sub’s skin. The Phoenix screeched at them, not happy with them
just standing there stupidly and not doing anything to help. Bartok rushed towards the two and
threw himself to his knees as he opened Anna’s med bag. Lyle scanned the small bare room with
his mage-sight still active to make sure there were no other wards. Luckily there were none
otherwise their reckless charge could have alerted the caster that strangers were now within the
wards.

Lyle noticed a snowy owl worriedly shifting from foot to foot on her perch, looking intently at her
owner. Other than that there was nothing, but a rickety folding table, a wardrobe with one door that
hung from an old rusty hinge, and a stained old box spring with a thin mattress on it.

“Lyle, hold him up while I give him some water and a pain potion,” Bartok barked out.

Lyle rushed to the two of them, shifting the sub into his arms as smoothly as he could. The boy
screamed at the movement despite how careful he had been, but it was necessary. even if Lyle felt
horrible for causing the child more pain when he was already so distressed.

Bartok pulled out his poplar and dragon heartstring wand and conjured a glass and used a quick
aguamenti to fill it before coaxing the young boy to drink it carefully. The boy was so small,
looking far too young to be sixteen, but the ears and tail that had recently sprouted from his body
proved otherwise. The new appendages were dark and matted with blood so it was hard to tell what
color they were though Bartok guessed they would be beautiful once clean. Bartok could smell the
musk of a fox on him so he knew the child was a Kitsuné.

Bartok and Lyle were horrified that this submissive had gone through the first stage of his creature
inheritance alone. Usually, a whole family would gather around the one going through their
inheritance and do everything they could to make them feel comfortable and safe. Families went
through months of preparation for this day. That was obviously not the case here.

Bartok tried to feed the Kitsuné a pain potion, but the boy’s newly heightened senses caused him
to gag and turn his head away. Lyle cradled his face, holding it still while rubbing at his throat
when the potion was poured into his mouth to help him swallow since he was swiftly falling into
unconsciousness. The pain potion knocked the teen out from the relief.

The Phoenix stuck his head in the medkit and pulled out a blood replenisher before forcing it into
Bartok’s hand with a sharp trill. He quickly gave it to the boy as the other being nodded at Bartok
for his quick action. Lyle’s hands were roaming over the boy checking to see if the child had any
broken bones that they needed to stabilize.

When Lyle ran his hands over the child’s back he felt strange ridges, his heart stopped as he felt the
bare skin. “Bartok, look at his back!” Lyle cried out in distress as he lifted the boy's shirt to reveal
lashes that were oozing green pus. “We need to get him to Anna and Issy quickly!” He knew that
that much infection so close to the spine was extremely dangerous even for magicals if not treated.

Lyle quickly cast a stabilizing charm, and rushed his way out of the room, the Phoenix and owl
flying over so they could each perch on a shoulder.

“Lyle, take him home,” Bartok instructed, “I have to get photos of this place so I can build a case
against these monsters. Make sure Anna does a full medical history exam on the boy. She’ll know
everything we need.” Lyle nodded, rushing back to the hole in the wards they had made before
concentrating on his three passengers before pulling them home.

Lyle landed in the entryway of his clan’s manor, both birds being jostled by the landing. He
hurried towards their healing room as he called out for their house-elf, “Tiptop!” The elf popped up
beside him and kept pace without a second's hesitation. “Wake my mates, tell Anna and Issy we
are in the healing room. Tell them to hurry!” Lyle instructed the elf who popped away the second
he finished speaking.

Lyle made it to the healing room, holding his small bundle in a sitting position so as to not put
pressure on his back or tail. The Phoenix and the owl both flew off him; the owl to the desk to
perch on the back of the chair they had there and the Phoenix down to the examination bed.

Two minutes later, his three mates rushed into the room, all in bathrobes. Anna gasped, racing to
his side and using a switching spell to change into her healer’s robes. Issy did the same. As Anna
barked out orders, their last mate, David, retrieved potions while Issy removed the boy’s clothes
and cleaned the wounds while Anna ran scans. She started the medical history scan, casting a
charm at a roll of parchment and a quill. It scribbled away.

“Lyle, report,” Anna commanded.

“Bartok woke me a little under two hours ago. Somehow he found a submissive in need. There
were dark wards around the house and he needed my help to break them, but there were too many
alarm wards, so we had to make a hole instead. Right now Bartok is still at the house gathering
evidence so he can build a case. I am sure he will call the Terradore Aurors once he gets his own
photos. He also told me to get you to do the full medical background check,” Lyle said quickly, as
Anna motioned to the quill and parchment that were still writing away to show she had already
done it. “We administered a level three pain potion and a blood replenisher before he passed out.”

“The level three was too strong for his size, but with the pain, he was in he needed it,” Anna
commented, distractedly as she continued her casting.

The Phoenix sitting next to the boy barked; no one had paid attention to him since everyone
arrived. Lyle looked down before adding in, “Oh, and this Phoenix was feeding tears to the sub
before we arrived.”

“That might have been the only thing keeping him alive. It’s terrible.” Issy said, tears in her eyes,
but she was stubborn and determined to keep it together. “I got his back as clean as I could. The
lashes are all infected.”

“His front side looks as bad as his back so we will have to levitate him until they all have a chance
to heal.” Anna looked the Phoenix in the eyes. “Can you move so we can get him off the table?
Also, can we have more of your tears so we can mix them in with his potions?”

The Phoenix stared her down before nodding and flying over to the chair the owl was sitting on.
David grabbed an empty vial and went over to gather the tears.

They levitated the sub a foot off the table, before casting gentle cleansing charms over him.

“Lyle, David, cast cleansing charms around the room. We can’t risk his infection getting any
worse. Get both the owl and our Phoenix friend too.” Anna instructed. The owl in question hooted
in indignation, but allowed it before shaking out her feathers, going all puffy. The Phoenix didn’t
even flinch.
Anna cast a barrier charm to make sure the little Kitsuné didn’t roll off the hovering charm. With
that, she was finally able to start her work. She pulled the parchment with the medical history over
to her, face growing grimmer with each entry. It was too long to read at the moment, so she skipped
down to the last year’s worth of injuries. She wanted to cry, but it would do no good now, she
would save it until later when she was safe in her mates’ arms.

Anna gathered herself together and got back to work. She used a dictation quill to take notes.
“Young boy of Kitsuné inheritance. Blood on ears and tail show that he has just come into his
creature inheritance, making it two weeks until his sixteenth birthday. The boy, however, appears
to be thirteen. Height is 5 foot 2.9 inches. Weight is 92 pounds. The boy is emaciated, dehydrated,
and covered with lashes, bruises, burns, and cuts.”

Issy went to David to gather the potions and salves he had set out on a tray along with the tears.

While the two girls continued working, Lyle pulled David out of the room. Pulling the Werewolf
into a hug, needing the comfort and warmth it provided. They stood there for a while, just
comforting each other. David placed a kiss on Lyle’s forehead before pulling away.

“I’m going to get some sleep while the girls work, the wards were complex. Will you come and lay
down with me until I fall asleep?”

David nodded, taking Lyle into the bedroom before laying down and curling around the man as the
Tengu wept. David rubbed soothing circles into the man’s back. He was just as heartbroken, but,
for now, he needed to be the strong one. He could break down later, and one of his mates would
hold him as he did for Lyle, making sure he didn’t fall to pieces.

David left the bed as soon as Lyle was asleep, sliding a pillow between the Tengu’s arms and one
behind him before tucking him in. He headed back to the healing room to help where he could
while his mates worked.

They had already given the young boy potions to help combat the infection, broken bones, and
starvation, and rubbed salve into his skin. They had added the Phoenix’s tears to all the potions and
balms. While it helped, it still wasn’t enough to heal them all at once, but it would still boost his
healing factor. If they added any more tears it would begin to have a negative influence on the
potions. Since the Phoenix seemed to want to stay, hopefully, they would donate more. Anna was
sure that without them there would be permanent damage that couldn’t be healed. Most potions
with Phoenix tears in them only had one drop and were considered the best healing potions in the
world. So having so many available gave this young sub a chance to be completely healthy with
time and care.

They would have to vanish most of the boy’s bones since they were broken and had not healed
properly. They would cause problems later if not taken care of. Since the boy would sleep for
much of the next two weeks, now was the perfect time to do so. The only bad thing about skele-gro
was that it could only grow up to ten bones at a time. If more were attempted, they would turn out
weak. Something Anna and Issy could see had already happened to the boy’s right arm. Whoever
had done this should be brought up on charges and have their medical license revoked.

It took hours for them to decide that they had done as much as they could.

“Are you going to stay and watch over him?” Anna asked the Phoenix, the snowy owl had cuddled
up to his side, watching with sad eyes. Both birds nodded. David moved the chair closer to the sub
so that the Phoenix and owl could be closer.

“Call us if anything happens,” Anna told them. Once again the Phoenix nodded, not taking his eyes
off the young sub. Anna grabbed Issy’s small hand within hers, David following behind them.
“Come, Issy, I bet Bartok’s home by now.”

Bartok was in the drawing-room, drinking a cup of black coffee with papers and photos
surrounding him along with a trunk at his side. Bartok looked up and saw how tired they all were.
Anna sat next to him. She rested her head against his shoulder and handed over all the notes they
had gathered.

David sat down in the armchair across from them, and Issy dropped into his lap. She hid her face in
his pecs as tears ran down her face now that she didn’t have healing to focus on. David held her
and ran his fingers through her white hair. He couldn’t imagine how hard this was for her. It was
almost impossible for him to take, but Issy had always been the most sensitive in their clan. His
little sub had always dreamed of the day she could start her own family, and to see a child treated
this way was destroying her.

“How is he?” Bartok asked as he put his paperwork aside for the moment. He reached down to
hold Anna’s hand in his larger one and began rubbing circles on the back of her hand with his
thumb.

They were an affectionate group of people so this situation hit hard. They were all devastated. They
had all grown up in large loving families and as such children being hurt in such a way was
unthinkable. Your home should be a safe place where you can be yourself without judgment. It
was something they all believed in.

Anna sighed, breathing in Bartok’s smokey scent. “It’s bad. They have abused him since he was
fifteen months old. The only times he has had any form of reprieve was when he went into school
at thirteen. Even then he only had a small break. Someone bound his magic. His inheritance undid
that, but the school work strained his core and the unbinding bruised it further. He also had a year
of constant, violent legilimency attacks that damaged his mind and a fractured leg that wasn’t
healed. Then a possession attempt. All of this was in his first year. His second year was just as
bad! He had his right arm smashed and then whoever healed it tried to regrow the whole arm’s
worth of bones all at once! That’s sixty-four bones! Skele-gro can only handle ten at a time!” Anna
was getting more and more worked up as she went on, she was almost hysterical at this point.
Usually, Anna was the most level-headed out of them all so to see her like this was shocking. She
felt the horror of this child’s life tearing her apart. The fact that she was utterly worn out didn’t
help.

Bartok handed her a calming draught he had taken a sip of to calm his anger once he finished at the
muggle home. She took it gratefully, taking a swig, capping it, and then tossing it over to David
and Issy.

“A hatched Basilisk also bit him, the fang went straight through his arm. The only thing keeping
him alive was a large amount of Phoenix tears, which I am guessing came from our friend upstairs;
the one watching over the kit. Then last year he was exposed to dementors throughout the year,
meaning he was at Hogwarts. He was partially kissed three times, and he broke five bones in his
foot that were never healed. All of this before going back to horrific abuse throughout the
summers.

“The only thing he has going for him is that his inheritance broke the binds on his magic and that
he will be asleep for most of the next two weeks, making it easy for us to heal him. Though he will
be deaf for one week and blind until his birthday. He will be on potions for about a year to get him
up to weight and to help with his height. If his Phoenix friend sticks around, it will go much better,
and hopefully, with his tears, we can heal all the damage done to his body throughout his life.
“There is also some unknown magic surrounding him. It seems to be benevolent, but it’s weak.”
Anna laid out all the facts as she knew them. Powering through the explanation and raised her hand
to stop her mates from speaking before she finished.

Bartok growled and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Someone will need to be at his side
constantly. With his missing senses, when he wakes it will terrify him. Hopefully, he will sleep
through most of the first week. It will be easier when he can hear our explanations. I doubt that will
happen though.” Tiptop appeared with tea for them all. “I will go to the Council tomorrow to
petition for emergency custody of the young one.” Bartok stood, pulling Anna up with him. “We
should all go get as much sleep as we can. We are very fortunate that the Phoenix is willing to
watch over the kit. We need all the rest we can get for the coming weeks."

They all made their way to their bedroom, crawled into bed, and cuddled up together. Bartok
curled up against David’s back and held him as silent tears slid down his face.

Harry had been drifting with brief moments of clarity. Vials were pressed to his lips and potions
filled his stomach. Comforting hands rubbing his skin, fire, and music, unheard, but still ringing
through his bones, was all he knew.

What felt like years passed when the veil of sleep fell away from him. His thoughts were still hazy,
but he was surprisingly well-rested, something he hadn’t felt for as long as he could remember. At
home, he was always forced awake early, and he had always been in pain. At Hogwarts, Ron’s near
chainsaw-like snoring had interrupted his sleep. Either that or fear for his life because of the yearly
‘adventures.’ But now, he was in no pain. His body felt as if it wasn’t his own.

He nuzzled into the soft pillow under his head. Wait… pillow? The only time he had a pillow was
at Hogwarts so he must be at Hogwarts. The sheets smelled clean and remembering the taste of
potions led him to believe he was in the Hospital Wing.

Harry remembered all the pain he had been in. He was just so happy that someone had come for
him. He was forever thankful to Dumbledore for bringing him into the wizarding world and
treating him like a grandchild.

Harry remembered his family leaving, and his fever and infections getting worse. He also recalled
a sudden and all-consuming heat and pain, then hands and potions. Someone had cradled him
against their chest. But, most of all he remembered the flames and siren-like song rumbling
through his bones.

Harry licked his lips, surprised that they were smooth and not their normal chapped. He also didn’t
have a dry mouth, something he always woke up with. The pressure in his abdomen let him know
that he needed to use the restroom, so he reluctantly sat up, rubbing at his crusty eyes before
opening them.

But, something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

It was dark, but not just any dark. So dark he couldn’t even see the outline of the hand he held in
front of his face. This was something he had never experienced, not even in the dead of night when
he was locked in his cupboard.

“What the-” He spoke, but almost immediately stopped. Harry couldn’t hear anything. He felt the
words rumbling in his chest and throat, but nothing else.
He screamed.

He screamed louder and louder until there was suddenly a large hand on his shoulder. The shock
of being touched unexpectedly scared him so much that he relieved himself in the bed. Now
frightened and embarrassed he scrambled towards the edge of the mattress, hoping to find the side
table so he could get his wand. But, he moved too fast and didn’t realize how close to the edge he
was, and hit the floor hard. He continued silently screaming, tears running down his face. The floor
wasn’t stone so he now knew this wasn’t Hogwarts.

Now, even more scared, he felt for the edge of the bed and crawled under it as fast as he could, not
knowing anywhere else to hide.

Minutes went by, but he relaxed when the singing started again. He knew logically that he couldn’t
hear it, but it sang to something within him. It calmed him as if saying everything was okay and
Harry believed it without a second thought.

Harry reached for the source of comfort. His fingers came into contact with warm feathers. It was
strange, Hedwig’s were always cool, but this was more comfortable. The bird continued singing to
him, getting him to scoot closer and closer until he was out from under the bed. The bird nuzzled
into his face. Harry sniffled as a hand reached out to his and held it palm up before running a finger
over it. After a few seconds, the finger started again, but it wasn’t until the fourth time he realized
the finger was forming letters. He paid attention to it, realizing the finger was spelling out HI.

“Hello,” Harry stuttered out. Despite whatever the bird was doing to calm him he was still in an
unknown place with unfamiliar people. Not to mention he was deaf and blind.

“What’s going on?” Harry asked, hoping that this person would help him. Since they hadn’t hurt
him so far and he felt better than he had ever felt before his nerves lessened.

The finger started again. TEMPORARY. “Temporary? This is Temporary?” The hand moved his
and soon he found himself touching a face. He could tell by the stubble against his palm that it was
a man. The face nodded. Why did they nod? Oh, temporary. He could live with this if it was only
temporary.

“How long?”

TWO WEEKS

“Am I going to be okay?”

The head nodded once more, and questions ran from his mouth, “Who are you? Where am I?
What-” A finger pressed against his lips. Harry understood. He had asked too much too quickly to
be answered. They took his hand up once more before they spelled SAFE out.

“Am I still with my relatives?” Harry asked. They placed his other hand against their face again
which shook. He relaxed completely now. He knew he shouldn’t trust someone just because they
had taken him from his relatives, but he couldn’t help it. Harry was being treated like a prince here
compared to what he was used to. There wasn’t any pain wracking his body. He had woken up in a
warm, clean bed, they were even answering his questions.

“Who are you?”

LYLE

Harry had to think about that for a few seconds. “Lyle?” The man nodded to let him know he had
pronounced it correctly. “Are we at Hogwarts?” The head shook. “Do you work for Hogwarts?”
Once again a shake. It worried him to think about the answer to his next question. “The Ministry?”
To his relief, it was a ‘no’ once again.

“But, I’m safe?” The answer was a nod.

BATH? The finger asked.

Harry grimaced at the feel of his wet clothing before nodding shyly. They gripped both of his
hands as they pulled him to his feet, and they shuffled along to make sure he didn’t knock into
anything. His feet hit the cold tile, after a few more steps they soon placed his hands on a cool
smooth surface he assumed was the sink or something of the like.

The moment the hands left his body he panicked. He was alone, it was dark, he didn’t know where
he was. What if Lyle left him? What if he never came back? His breathing picked up. Panic set in
with the singing that had kept him so calm before now gone.

Before it became a full-blown panic attack, arms wrapped around him and held him against a larger
body, the chest against his face vibrating in what Harry would like to believe were comforting
words. As he slowly relaxed and his breathing evened out, Lyle led him to sit on a closed toilet
before leaving once again. This time though, there were only small amounts of time between the
hands returning. They ran over his face, gripped a hand, or clutched a shoulder. He never went long
enough alone to panic again, and soon, he trusted that Lyle wouldn’t leave him without warning.

Not long after, he was pulled back up to his feet, handheld as a finger spelled again. CLOTHES.
“Are you going to stay?” Harry asked both worried that he would and that he wouldn’t. He didn’t
like to be seen naked, but, more than that, he didn’t want to be left alone in this strange new world.

His hand was brought up to Lyle’s face and the man nodded firmly.

Harry reached down to pull the hem of his shirt over his head, but, as he did, he felt something
strange. Reaching up, he patted at the top of his head. As he felt something furry, he tried to
remove it from his hair, but a scream ripped its way through him. Harry continued to tug despite
the pain, but it wouldn’t come out and his head was killing him. It was attached. What had
happened to him? He was already a freak, but now- he was even worse. Maybe his family was right
and they should have drowned him like one of Aunt Marge’s runts.

His train of thought was cut off when Lyle gathered him into his arms again. He held Harry’s arms
down at his sides and rocked him from side to side as Harry cried. The teen didn’t notice as they
drifted towards the sink, not noticing anything other than the steady heartbeat under his ear until a
vial was pressed into his hand. Harry sniffed at it and smelled the lavender scent of a calming
draught. He swallowed it down and allowed it to take effect as he relaxed into the warmth and
comfort so readily offered to him; soaking up all he could.

Lyle took his hand once again and spelled out SAFE before he slowly moved Harry’s hand past his
own body. Harry’s hands reached out and brushed against something soft. He grasped onto what he
realized were large feathers. The small teen moved from Lyle’s front, fascinated by what he
realized was a giant pair of wings.

He was safe.

They were the same. Well, not entirely, but neither of them was human. Lyle wouldn’t judge him
for his ears. Harry reached out, trying to find Lyle’s front again. Lyle moved him, grabbed his
hand, and directed it to his own backside. Harry’s fingers came in contact with more fur. When he
pulled whatever it was around his body the Kitsuné found a big, puffy, beyond soft tail. Even
though he should be freaking out, the calming draught and how smooth it was eased him as he
clutched it to his chest and rubbed it against his face.

Lyle grabbed his hand again, OKAY? Harry nodded letting Lyle know he was put together enough
to continue on to his bath. He reluctantly let go of his tail and removed his pants, but blushed at the
thought of this unknown man seeing him without clothes. However, Lyle had already seen him go
through a few emotional breakdowns, and, for Harry, that was far more embarrassing and intimate.
Once he was bare he grabbed his tail and wrapped it around his waist, trying to provide himself
with a false sense of modesty. Lyle grabbed his hand and spelled out RINSE FIRST before helping
him step over the rim of the tub and into the running shower. It was the perfect temperature, and
Harry reveled in it.

The Dursleys had disconnected the hot water to the bathroom he was allowed to use so it wasn’t
until Hogwarts he experienced his first hot shower. He had fallen asleep in the shower stall and it
was only when Neville found him an hour later that he moved at all. At that time, Neville carried
him to bed, helped him into his pajamas, and then tucked him in. He even kissed him on his
forehead as both of their cheeks flamed before heading to his own bed.

Harry let the water run over his body as he quickly rubbed down his private parts. After a few
minutes, a hand reached in and touched his shoulder. Harry turned towards it and let it guide him
to sit down in the tub as it filled. Lyle must have poured something in the bathtub because the room
was soon filled with the scent of lavender with an undertone of something medical. The water was
soft, which was a weird thing to think, but it made it no less true. It was like liquid silk flowing
over his body and felt almost like his invisibility cloak. He melted into it; the only thing keeping
him above the water was the hand on his arm holding him afloat.

After soaking for about half an hour, Lyle lifted his hand from the water. It took Harry a minute to
realize that Lyle was trying to communicate with him. He concentrated as hard as he could,
fighting through the haze of contentment, and finally understood after a minute, I DO HAIR. Harry
nodded saying it was okay. The moment the hands lathered the shampoo in his hair a weird
rumbling in his chest began. He wasn’t conscious of doing it, nor did he know how to stop it, so he
laid back and relaxed. Water was poured gently over his hair when Lyle was done.

Lyle handed him a soapy washcloth so that he could clean his front while Lyle cleaned his back.
After he finished, Lyle grabbed his hand once more. STAND. Harry did, water draining around his
calves.

TAIL was spelled out before a large dollop of soap was placed in his hand. Harry got to work
getting used to the strange feeling of a long whip-like length of bone surrounded by wet fur. It was
very disconcerting to know he now had an extra limb to protect. He knew that if the Dursleys
found out about it they would cut it off.

After another rinse, a hand helped him step out of the tub and wrapped a towel around Harry’s
body while Lyle ran his other through the teen’s hair, making sure to be gentle with his new ears.
When he was mostly dry, Lyle replaced his towel with a fluffy bathrobe. He then sat him in a plush
chair and dried his hair and fur with warm air.

Harry was in an almost comatose state. He didn’t even notice as Lyle guided him into a pair of
boxers and shuffled him back into bed. He ate a piece of toast with jam on autopilot and fell asleep
sitting up, the last bit of crust still in hand. He didn’t even twitch as Lyle laid him back, cradling his
head with a pillow, nor did he notice as a potion was poured down his throat.
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Lyle sat back down on the couch in the boy’s room, the Phoenix joining him. He was worn out
with the worry he had felt from the moment the kit woke until he fell asleep. It sapped all his
energy. He had just been glad that the boy hadn’t been able to see the stress on his face or he might
have panicked more.

The absolute devastation that the sub had shown when he realized he now had a tail and an extra
set of ears had destroyed the Tengu. The younger’s thoughts had been practically written across his
face. Lyle’s wings had automatically sprung out, ripping through his shirt. His instincts were
screaming for him to wrap the sub up within them to make sure nothing hurt him.

Not even himself.

Lyle rested his head against the back of the couch and stared up at the white ceiling. He rolled his
head to the side when the Phoenix next to him gave a trill. The bird was almost glaring at him.

“Hey don’t give me that look. I may not have known him for long, but I already see him as if he
were my own.” The Phoenix gave a huff and started preening the feathers under its wing. “Thank
you for helping me calm him,” Lyle said as he went back to staring at the ceiling. He then checked
the time and realized his mates would soon be home. He, David, and Issy had been taking shifts
watching over the young sub. Bartok and Anna had full-time jobs, though they both visited often.

After a few minutes, everyone filed in. Tiptop popped in a table and chairs so they could eat
dinner. They had done this for the last three days; ever since they rescued the sub. They first talked
about their days and got caught up. Anna wasn’t surprised that it had taken the young boy this long
to wake, both because of the too strong pain potion and the healing his body needed to go through.

Lyle explained to them how he worked out a way of communication they could all use until the
boy’s hearing came back in four days. After the meal, the table and chairs disappeared and Anna
and Issy checked over the boy, rubbing a salve into his body. He was coming along nicely. All of
his internal wounds were healed and they were now focusing on his superficial ones. The salve
they were now using was one to reduce scars, but it was mixed in with Phoenix tears to make it
work faster. This concoction was usually used to remove slavery brands. Each treatment removed a
few micrometers of skin and forced it to shed faster so that the scars faded more rapidly until there
was nothing left. This salve wasn’t more common because it would cause the new skin to be
overly sensitive to the point of extreme pain. That was why it was usually only used to remove
slavery brands as the symbol itself was a runic in nature and without that mark being broken the
person who placed it owned and controlled the one they branded.

The only reason they were using it on Harry despite the fact that his scars weren’t life-threatening
yet covered so much of his body was that the Phoenix continued to give tears. Phoenix tears were
so rare and expensive an item that there were very few potions that used them. It would have been
impossible for their clan to cover the cost of the quantity needed to cover eighty percent of the
boy’s body thrice daily. The tears made it so that as soon as the ointment stripped the top few
micrometers of skin they healed back. It skipped the painful weeks of healing between sessions.

Phoenix tears were so rare because the Phoenix who donated them would feel the pain of the
patient for the duration it would take for the wound to heal naturally and not even pain relievers
would work. Phoenix’s who donated their tears to the general population were seen as heroes and
no one begrudged those who didn’t. However, it was also very common for Phoenixes to take on
the pain of family members, especially young ones, so for this Phoenix to give so many, so
willingly without even having to be asked, said a lot for their future relationship with the young
Kitsune.

Issy was chatting a mile a minute during the whole exam. She talked about all they’d do together
once the other sub was better. She didn’t notice that all her mates were smiling gently at her as she
ran her fingers through the boy’s hair. They were all so happy to see her this excited again, it had
been a long time since she had been this happy.

“She’s quite the mother hen,” Lyle mentioned to Bartok as they watched Anna run a few more
scans after she removed her gloves.

“When the time comes, she will make a great mother. I wouldn’t be surprised if, as soon as the boy
recovers, she asks to adopt him.” Bartok replied, though there was nothing but fondness and the
smallest hint of hope in his tone.

The Phoenix perched on the headboard of the bed was observing everyone, still not trusting any of
them with the young sub they all cared about, but Bartok understood. At this point, he was almost
a hundred percent sure that the sub laying still in front of him was this Phoenix’s mate. If Bartok
was in their position, he would do the same.

A lot had happened since they had brought the young boy to their home. Bartok had gone in front
of the Terradore Council to apply for emergency custody. With all the evidence he provided they
had immediately granted the Claremore clan full custody until the child was well enough to have a
say. The muggles responsible for the abuse were being gathered up and taken into the Terradore
Aurors office to be tried.

The Council decided that with the British Ministry’s current view on creatures it would be better if
they dealt with it. After the Purge, most of the magical governments around the world had agreed
upon the first Council of Terradore’s request that all creatures, no matter where they were born,
were granted full citizenship in Terradore. Since the young sub had gone through his inheritance
the Council had the right to try the muggles. They still didn’t know the young sub’s name, but they
were sure as soon as someone found the muggles they would know it. Bartok probably could have
gone through the boy’s belongings, but his life had been so bad that Bartok knew that if he did, the
young sub’s trust would be forever out of his reach. With everything his clan was trying to do, that
just wouldn’t work.

Child abuse was one of the most major crimes in their world as all children should be treasured.
The young boy would not need to go in front of his abusers again. However, the lawyer planned to
attend every single part of the trial, promising himself that they would come to justice.

In the meantime, Issy had insisted they furnish the young boy’s room. It already had all the basics,
but Issy insisted on more personalized items. Before they moved him from the healing room to the
new one they had changed its wallpaper to an emerald green that matched the sub’s eyes. When
Issy came home from work each day with more and more accessories for the room: pillows, lamps,
and even a new white oak bed frame, it was only David’s logical speech about how it would mean
more to the boy to pick out most of the things he wanted himself that got her to stop. With how he
had grown up, being allowed to pick out anything he wanted would probably overwhelm him at
first, but being given such free rein would mean a lot to him.

They were hoping to adopt the young boy as they had all fallen in love with him. His indomitable
spirit had charmed them all. They would need to talk to him first, while they cared about him, the
young one didn’t know them at all and it wasn’t fair to him if they didn’t take his opinion into
consideration. Right now though, the young boy needed to focus on rest and healing.

Anna soon had David sitting behind the boy so they could tip his head back and feed him nutrition
potions and a few others. He needed food to help him heal properly. Unfortunately, his stomach
was currently too shrunk to get what was needed, but because he couldn’t eat food it took longer
for him to heal. The lack of energy caused him to sleep constantly, giving them few chances to
feed him. It was an endless cycle they were fighting with an almost constant stream of nutrition
potions. The Wood Nymph was determined to have the boy up and able to gain weight as soon as
possible.

In the two days since the boy had first woken he had been up for a total of five hours, each time
eating before either getting into the bath for a soak or spending time with his owl, the Phoenix, and
David in wolf form before falling back to sleep.

Bartok returned home after being called into the Auror offices to talk about the muggles, who had
been found vacationing in the countryside. He was still in shock as he called Tiptop to gather his
mates in the drawing-room to have a family meeting.

Once everyone arrived and had a cup of tea in hand, Bartok started. “The Aurors found the
muggles today and started the interrogation.” Everyone straightened out, all their focus on him as
he took in a deep breath before continuing. “The young sub we are taking care of is Harry Potter.”

All his mates were startled, looks of shock appearing on their faces at the young sub’s identity.

They all knew the legend of the boy, though they didn’t believe what had been told to wizarding
Britain. But that didn’t matter. They were all dedicated to taking care of him and that was all they
needed to know.

“But we didn’t see his scar!” Issy interjected, shocked.

Anna sighed, “We didn’t look for it, we were much more focused on the rest of his body. We
probably saw it, but in the context of what happened to the boy, another scar wouldn’t have caught
our notice.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “There was also the fact that the legend says the
mark is from a killing curse. If it had shown even the slightest hint of dark magic, we would have
noticed it automatically.”

“There is something else we need to discuss,” Bartok spoke up. “Somehow the British Minister has
found out we have custody of the boy. He is demanding we hand over custody to him until he can
approve of another family.” Because Harry was a dual citizen, the Minister had no right to demand
that of them. But, since they lived in Britain and Bartok worked in both Britain and Terradore, they
had to tread lightly with how they approached the situation.

Bartok however, was very concerned about how the Minister found out about everything and he
would investigate the whole situation. The lawyer wasn’t currently taking any new clients until the
situation with Harry was sorted so he could focus as much of his energy as possible on the boy.

Bartok was even more worried that the staff at Hogwarts hadn’t known about the abuse, and if
they had, that they did nothing. The boy’s escapades were well known amongst the magical
population of Britain. It was also well known that Harry spent a fair amount of time in the hospital
wing. Bartok, now knowing who the young sub was, had even more questions. Like who the boy’s
magical guardian was; no one he had asked before arriving home seemed to know.

Since their clan held custody, he could go to the Goblins to see if they knew who the boy’s
guardian was.

Lyle spoke up, “This is going to be a shit show, isn’t it?” Everyone nodded in reply.

“I’m off to bed, I need to be up early to go to the bank to speak to the Goblins,” Bartok stood
before giving a hug and kiss to all his mates before heading out of the room.

Bartok arrived home before lunch the next day, fuming. It felt as if the fire that was always
crackling away in his chest had just been doused in gasoline. It seemed as if the Potters’ wills were
never opened and that Dumbledore had sealed them. It was extremely illegal to take part in any
form of Will tampering.

His hatred towards the old man grew by the second. Having sealed the wills, Dumbledore then
claimed Guardianship over the young boy. Bartok, beyond being furious, was also scared for the
young sub. If it had been Dumbledore or one of his followers who found the boy, Bartok honestly
didn’t think the boy would be alive right now. Dumbledore supported many anti-creature laws and
Bartok had noticed that the wording of many of the laws sounded like Dumbledore authored them.

Despite all of this, Dumbledore was powerful and well-liked in England. No matter how much
evidence Bartok could bring to the light of the man’s misdeeds, he doubted it would change much
unless he found something huge and presented it in a way no one could deny. Bartok just didn’t
know if Harry would want to participate.

With how the boy was raised he most likely saw his time at Hogwarts as a rescue from his life.
Dumbledore being the head of that institution probably led Harry to see him as a hero. So it might
not matter what Bartok said. He would have to be careful about how he told Harry this information.
He wanted the boy to believe him for both of their sakes. Bartok cared for the boy so it would hurt
if the young sub lashed out at him. However, if Harry didn’t believe in the dominant’s words, then
he could end up hurt by Dumbledore and whatever game the Headmaster was playing at. Bartok
would have to think about this more.
Lyle was currently in Harry’s bedroom. He was on the couch waiting for Issy to get home from a
shopping trip to restock their potions cabinet since they used so many supplies over the last seven
days. Lyle was quite anxious for Issy to come home because this was the day Harry would regain
his hearing. Anna would be home for lunch, but Lyle was worried it would be too late. Not that he
didn’t care for the boy, it was just that he was worried he would do something wrong and hurt
Harry. Anna had given him a vial of ear drops for when he woke since the teen’s ears would be
sensitive. The drops would muffle sound until he could get used to having two sets of ears. There
were also eye drops to help the boy’s vision be restored after spending his formative years in the
dark.

Lyle was brought out of his musing by a scream. His head snapped over to the bed, eyes locked on
Harry who had tears streaming down his face and hands covering his fox ears. Lyle was beside the
bed in an instant, ear drops grasped tightly in hand. He rested a hand on the sub’s back, rubbing it
in circles, whispering as low as he could, “Hush Harry, shh it’s okay.” Harry went still under his
hand before lowering his hands.

“Lyle?” Harry whispered back. Lyle sat on the bed next to Harry as he wiped the tears from the
boy’s face. “I think… say something?”

Lyle just couldn’t help himself as he whispered back, “Something,” with a smirk on his face.
Harry’s ears flicked back a little.

“I can hear!” Harry yelled in excitement, his wide smile showing off his slightly enlarged canines.
His ears flicked back once more, hands clamping over them to muffle the sound. Harry whimpered
in pain.

The door opened and Anna came in with a smile on her face before she analyzed what was going
on. “Your hearing has come back then? Is there any kind of ringing?” Anna went into healer mode,
striding up to the bed before sitting on Harry’s other side, giving him a once over.

“They hurt and there was a loud pop when I woke up,” Harry whispered out, lightly hiccuping. He
clung to Lyle’s arm as he basked in the comfort the Tengu provided. Harry hadn’t seen much of
Anna or Bartok since they worked almost every day. When Harry asked previously, Lyle told him
they came in every day to kiss him goodnight or, if Harry was awake, spend a few minutes with
him. Harry was closer to Lyle since he had been the first one he talked to. Lyle helped him through
that first traumatic day.

That didn’t mean he didn’t trust the rest of the clan. They had all helped him so much, been so
patient with him. David would often curl up in his wolf form on the bed, allowing Harry to clutch
his hands in his soft fur. The boy would lay his head on the Werewolf’s chest, feeling his steady
heartbeat. Issy would sit behind him, running her small hands through his hair, rubbing at the tip of
his fox ears. Harry would purr while Issy’s chest would rumble with what Harry would later find
out from Lyle was Issy babbling. Lyle would sit across from him on his bed, spending hours
patiently answering all of Harry’s questions through their hands. Anna, when he was awake, would
confidently smooth ointment into his skin, coaxing potions into him. Lastly, Bartok would just sit
with Harry leaning against his arm, smoothing a large hand down his back, his heat drawing Harry
in.

Harry was drawn out of his thoughts when Anna started talking again. “I have drops for your ears
and a pain killer for the headache you are probably developing. Drink this,” Anna said as she
handed over an unstoppered vial. He did as she commanded. “Now, lay on your side so I can do the
drops.”
Lyle guided him down to his side, head resting atop soft thighs. Anna cradled his face protectively
as she dropped the medicine into one ear at a time, tugging each gently to help the liquid coat his
whole inner ear. She had him lay still on his side for five minutes as she gently told him about the
treatments they had given him so far. The extent of the damage shocked him, but he was relieved
when Anna told him that he was almost completely healed, including the damage from his
childhood. She told him it was all thanks to the Phoenix that had brought Bartok to the Dursleys’
house, and that if the Kitsune had stayed in that place any longer, he would have had lifelong
damage. She only told him this after Harry informed Anna that he could handle it and that he
needed to know.

Harry was both shocked with how much damage he had been living with and that a Phoenix he
wasn’t aware of had saved his life in more ways than one. The fact that a Phoenix had taken an
interest in him surprised him, the only one he had ever met was Fawkes. Since the moment he had
first laid eyes on the bird he had felt a connection with him. He hadn’t been able to figure out why
since the bird had burst into flames seconds later. With all the insanity going on that year Harry
didn’t have time to think much on anything but surviving the year.

Anna got him to turn over, treating his other two ears in much the same way as the fox
appendages.

Once they finished up Tiptop brought them lunch to eat together. Anna helped him eat the light
soup with a roll of fresh bread. When Tiptop came back to collect the dishes Harry complimented
her on her cooking. The house-elf squealed in excitement, thanking him before popping away.

“I don’t think I have ever seen her blush so deeply,” Lyle chuckled.

“Neither have I,” Anna concurred. “Well, I have to get back to work. I’ll see you two at dinner.”
She kissed Harry on his forehead, running a hand down his cheek before leaving.

“How about I get a book to read to you, kiddo?”

Harry nodded excitedly.

Lyle’s voice lulled him to sleep and dreams of dragons and elves flowed through his sleeping
mind.

Harry fought to stay asleep a little longer, snuggling into the soft pillow under him. His bladder
was full, so he finally gave in and groggily sat up. “Lyle?” Harry called out, rubbing the crusties
from his still-blind eyes.

“I’m over here Harry, do you need something?” Lyle whispered.

“Can you help me to the bathroom?” Harry asked as he shifted towards the edge of the bed.
Footsteps approached him, hands gripping his own as they coaxed him into walking. The rug under
his feet was plush and the tile cool. He explored his surroundings as much as he could without
kicking anything. Harry had spent most of his time on his bed and the time he wasn’t there he was
in the restroom or on the way there.

Lyle stood him in front of the toilet, guiding his hands down to the lid before letting him go. “I’ll
wait for you outside the door, just call me when you’re done.”

Harry called out for Lyle when he finished. His head was pounding harder by the second, his
hearing overwhelming him. Lyle guided him back to the bed, “Issy is waiting for you so she can
give you your drops. After that and a low dosage pain potion, we will have breakfast.”

Issy was gentle as she worked the drops in, humming a gentle tune to help relax him. Her voice
was musical, sounding like the tinkling of bells in the wind. The humming became muffled as the
drops did their job. “Okay sweetie, turn over and let me do the other side.” Harry flipped, his face
pressed into a soft belly. She smelled of lilac and he was soon nodding off. Before he could fall
back to sleep Issy gently shook him, helping him sit up. His back rested against her chest while
Lyle sat across from them.

Harry once again thanked Tiptop profusely when she delivered breakfast. the house-elf jumped
onto the bed, hugged him in her thin bony arms, and then popped away. Lyle giggled, “What have
you done to our house-elf?” Issy was chuckling and Harry was blushing all the way down his
chest. Lyle and Issy switched between who helped him eat his banana, toast with jam, and a
delicious fruit punch.

After he drank down three more potions, Issy rubbed the medical lotion into his skin.

The door opened and David walked in with The Hobbit in hand. He was still in his pajamas,
looking sleepy and rumpled. He flopped down onto Harry’s bed, pulling the boy out of Issy’s lap
and into his, clutching him like a teddy bear. Harry squeaked at the movement and giggled when
David huffed into his hair and began to read to him.

Issy cuddled into David’s side, making comments about the book. David growled each time, then
huffed again before starting once more.

Harry made it two chapters in before he fell asleep as David’s chest rumbled with every word. Issy
was holding his hand in hers, rubbing circles into the back of his hand. Harry felt so calm, cared
for, and loved, he had never felt so safe in his life. Harry wanted to stay here forever, wanted to
soak in their attention until he burst.

“So tell me about your clan,” Harry requested.

“My clan is wonderful,” Issy giggled. “I am an Air Elemental, we don’t go through an inheritance
like you did. During the Great Purge, a ritual was enacted on all species with physical signs of
being creatures that bound those features until the age of sixteen as a way to help keep children
safe. Elementals don’t show any physical signs of being creatures and slowly come into our
powers as we age. I didn’t attend the courts until I was seventeen, I was so nervous during my first
trip I couldn’t stop babbling. It took me about six trips to be calm enough to interact with others. I
was lucky, I found Anna, she was the first person I talked to, we bumped into each other out on the
greens and she invited me to share lunch.” Issy smiled fondly at the memory.

“During our third meeting, a rude dom knocked me over while not paying attention and I twisted
my wrist on the landing. Anna was quick to reach out and heal me and scolded the dom who did it.
The way she healed me was mesmerizing. I had so many questions and she patiently answered
them all. She was so kind, so when she proposed a courtship, I quickly said yes.” Issy laughed. It
was quite infectious and Harry couldn’t help but laugh along.

“We courted for six months before we bonded, we were best friends. After I finished my schooling
at 19 I decided on becoming a healer, just like she is. She inspired me so much. I can’t imagine
where I would be now if I hadn’t met her. Then we met Bartok a little over five years later. It was
at the hospital Anna was working at. I hadn’t gone back to the courts after bonding with Anna. I
had her and that was enough for me even if we both knew our family would expand sooner or later.
Bartok and Anna were both ganging up on the parents of a young sub. They had been trying to
force a dom on her whom she had already refused. The family just wanted to join the royal Were
house. Bartok was enraged at all the laws they were breaking. I watched as he got all big and puffy
while lecturing the parents. Then my Anna kicked them out of the hospital after escorting the sub
to a room and calling in child services. They made such a good team! They worked together on that
case and we saw more of Bartok. Well, what can I say, I got attached. I told Anna and she told me
to stop waiting for him to ask and propose a courtship myself. He said it would be his pleasure.”
Issy reminisced.

“I was just about to turn twenty-three and I stuck to the two of them like glue. Bartok’s and my
courting was much shorter, only two months before I knew he was meant to be mine. It was just
the three of us until around my twenty-fifth birthday. I, unfortunately, suffered a miscarriage. I took
a few years off of my mastery after that. ” Issy hesitated at the end, her voice wavering.

Lyle pulled Issy into his arms, Harry caught in the middle during it, whispering out Issy’s name
mournfully. Harry wanted to cry for her, he had always wanted children of his own and it was
obvious that the experience still haunted her. He knew it wasn’t the same, but he knew suffering.
Like the harrowing experience he had at the hands of the Dursleys before he was rescued by the
Weasley twins the summer before his second year.

He had promised to write to the twins since they had gotten close during his first year. Harry often
went to them for homework help and advice. The moment Harry came to them they automatically
stopped whatever they were doing to focus on him. When Harry had their warm brown eyes
focused on him, he nearly melted, feeling safe under their attention. So, with how close they got
during the year when Harry didn’t contact them or reply to their letters they had freaked out. They
stole their father’s flying car along with their grandfather’s wand which no longer had the trace on
it.

Fred and George flew all the way to Surrey, ready to take on the world to make sure Harry was
okay. The rage that burned in their eyes when they saw Harry had shocked him, but the glares had
quickly turned to distress. They vanished the bars and window, jumping through before lifting
Harry into their arms, cradling him within their warmth. Harry cried in relief, not noticing as Fred
cast a silencing charm on the room while George looked around in disgust. Harry didn’t care, they
had come to save him and he loved them for it. George continued to hold him as he cried while
Fred first released Hedwig and fed her the roast beef from a sandwich they had packed for the ride
before she settled into the car that was still floating by the window.

Fred then left the room, heading downstairs where Harry had told them his trunk was locked away.
When he saw the inside of the cupboard Fred wanted to rush up the stairs and kill those filthy
muggles. He had never felt such rage. The only thing that stopped him was his twin reminding him
through their bond that if he was locked up they couldn’t take care of their little love. Fred shrank
Harry’s trunk and pocketed it, but before he returned to the two most important people in his life,
he went into the kitchen and cursed the food in the fridge. He could only make it so they got an
extreme case of food poisoning, but it helped ease his anger enough for him not to do something he
would regret. Though he would only feel that way because he would leave George and Harry
alone.

Fred went back upstairs to them before he could think about it any longer, not sure even the
thought of going to Azkaban would stop him. George was always the more level-headed one of the
two of them and often had to pull him back from going too far.
Harry was still crying when Fred entered the room and all thoughts of murder flew out the window.
He ran to his twin and little love, holding them both within his arms. Silent tears were slipping
down George’s face, but his twin refused to make a sound. George was trying to keep it together so
as not to distress Harry more while Fred took Harry into his arms, the boy hiding his face against
his chest. Fred let his brother take a few shaky breaths, regaining his composure as he whispered
words of comfort to both of them and rubbed Harry’s back.

As soon as they were all as calm as they could be, they finished gathering Harry’s belongings and
got into the Ford Anglia, turning on the invisibility feature and casting a notice-me-not onto the car
a few more times so that they didn’t risk getting caught. They would already be in enough trouble
for sneaking out and stealing, they didn’t need to risk breaking the Statute of Secrecy too.

The twins knew their father would understand their reasons, as would all their older brothers. Even
Percy would be on their side. It was Molly they were worried about. They had long ago stopped
considering that woman their mother. It had happened right after Pandora Lovegood’s death. They
had always been close to the Lovegoods and had considered Pandora like a mother to them. She
had always listened to them and had taught them the basics of spellcraft and had always believed in
their dream of owning their own joke shop. Luna was the one to tell them what its name would be.

“Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, but where will it be… Diagon Alley or Terradore, I wonder.”
She had said as she looked off into the distance, eyes glazed and voice ethereal.

When they asked Pandora if Luna was okay, worried that she might have been cursed, the woman
had just laughed, tucking a long section of white-blonde hair behind her ear. “No dears, nothing of
the sort. You can call it the Lovegood Gift if you want. All I can say is when she speaks, I listen.”

They had understood without further questions and promised to protect Luna with all they had.
There were many stories of Seers being captured and held as slaves by Dark Lords and they never
wanted to see that happen to the girl they considered their little sister. The day after, they had
vowed that and Luna smiled the largest smile they had ever seen on her. She told them not to
worry, and that, with that vow they would always be there to protect her and she would always be
there to protect their clan.

They hadn’t understood, but, like Pandora, they listened without question.

What had ruined the twins and Molly’s relationship was her refusal to let them go to Pandora’s
funeral saying that such things were only for family. They would never forgive her for that.

Harry, of course, knew none of this. All he knew was that when they had arrived before dawn at
the Burrow and snuck inside, the twins had shuffled him into a pair of their pajamas, clothes
drowning him, and cuddled him between them on their bed. They held onto him and rubbed
fingers through his hair and across his back until Harry fell into the most peaceful sleep of his life.

Harry woke up to George gently shaking him awake with a vial of potions in hand. Harry wanted to
refuse, but the red handprint on George’s face and dark look in his eyes stopped him. After Harry
swallowed it down George pressed a glass of cool water into his hand, and he guzzled it greedily.

They got dressed and headed downstairs to find Mrs. Weasley standing in front of Fred glaring
hatefully at him. It wasn’t until Harry was in her line of sight that her expression did a one-eighty,
Harry didn’t realize it at the time, but looking back, he recognized how strange it was and the
strain in her smile.

Meanwhile, Lyle and Issy started talking and Harry came out of his reminiscence. He missed the
twins dearly and was worried about what they would think of him no longer being human. The
thought of it caused him to start hyperventilating. It stopped when a burst of warmth and the most
beautiful song started. Without even a second of thought, Harry reached out, hands tangling in
warm feathers.

It took him a few minutes of relaxing in the cradle of Lyle and Issy’s arms before he recognized the
song.

“Fawkes, is that you?” Harry asked as hope-filled his voice.

A warble that was clearly a yes echoed around the room.

A smile spread across Harry’s face. Harry always felt a strange connection with the Phoenix. After
he first arrived at Hogwarts, whenever he was anxious it felt like the very stones that made up the
beautiful castle whispered a song to him. It was always calming and Harry always just had believed
it was one of the many quirks of the school. It wasn’t until he first visited the Headmaster's office
that he realized otherwise. Sitting on a golden perch was the most beautiful bird he had ever seen,
(something he would never say in front of Hedwig). Even with the bird looking close to death,
Harry was still mesmerized. Then the song started again. It was filled with such joyfulness and
hope. Harry fell into a trance, a vision of an older man, tall and broad with wild blood-red hair and
beard with twinkling blue eyes. The man smiled at him, so wide and genuine, that it made Harry’s
heart flutter in his chest.

The man mouthed something, but Harry was too distracted to tell what it was, and suddenly a reedy
voice of Dumbledore interrupted his thoughts, and the vision dispersed. The red-haired man gave
one last wave before fading away. The bird then burst into flames, burning hot and fast. Ashes fell
into a golden dish under the perch that had gone previously unnoticed.

Harry couldn’t help the tears that burst from him, his heart feeling as if it was gripped within a
tightening vise. He couldn’t get a breath in. Harry was going to die.

A bald head popped out of the pile of ashes. A worried, but weak song started. Harry reached out,
hands shaking as he softly rubbed a single finger on the bird’s cheek. The bird rubbed trustingly
into Harry’s skin. The vise around his chest vanished. His heart soared at the trust the tiny being
was showing him.

A hand gripped his shoulder and forced him to turn to look at the Headmaster who was towering
over him. Harry couldn’t help but flinch at the man being so close. He tried to tell himself that it
was just the Headmaster and that the man would never hurt him, but he couldn’t get his heart to
believe it. The song had turned worried and suspicious, raising his alarm. A knobbly wand reached
out and tapped the bowl, the song stopping in such a way that an unnatural hollow feeling filled the
room.

That had been Harry’s first introduction to the beautiful Phoenix. The next time they met was when
Fawkes had come to his aid in the Chamber of Secrets. Though for some reason everything that
had happened was fuzzy, some parts of it were crystal clear while the background of the memories
looked like a bad watercolor painting.

Harry just put it down to how stressful it had been along with being poisoned.

But now, here Fawkes was, headbutting into Harry’s hand, coos almost sounding like a purr. The
last bit of unease at being in a strange place vanished. He started laughing, grabbing onto both Issy
and Lyle, and pulling them into his sides. He finally allowed himself to take in their warmth and
knew that part of it was for him. Harry basked in it, Issy babbling away and Lyle running his hands
through his hair.
Harry started to drift, reveling in the comfort until he realized he had a question to ask
remembering something Anna had offhandedly said. “So the more power we have the more mates
we need?” Incredulous with the whole idea of needing to be with more than one person.

The Claremores were the first group of people he had ever met where more than two people were
involved together, so the whole idea was foreign to him. Despite his apprehension, they were such
wonderful people that he couldn’t help but approve of their marriage.

He wanted to be as happy as they were.

But the thought of mates and bonding still puzzled him and now that he could communicate better
he could ask all the questions that had been rattling around his head.

“Well, it’s a long story as to why clans were started, but generally the answer to your question is
yes,” Lyle said as he situated Harry better between them. “Let’s get you some lunch while I explain
the history behind everything.”

Tiptop popped in with food for them all and Harry dug into his ham and cheese sandwich, apple
slices, and juice.

“What you need to first understand is that there are many realms. We are still not sure if we know
all of them. David would be able to explain it better as he is a history buff, but this world is the
Nexus. All magical ley lines lead here. It is why there are so many sentient magical races on
earth.” Lyle continued with the lesson.

“Over 3,000 years ago the portals between realms were discovered and first opened. There were, of
course, times when people would suddenly find themselves in another realm before that without
any rhyme or reason. We still don’t know why that happened. Stonehenge was one of the portals
before it was destroyed after the Great Purge.”

“The Great Purge?” Harry asked.

“Yes, but we will get to that in a bit. Most countries have a portal, places such as Mount Olympus,
the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, and the Pyramid of Giza. Non-magicals made many myths about
where such strange, well at least to them, creatures came from. For the most part, we all lived in
peace until 904 years ago. There were, of course, the occasional fights, but for the most part,
creatures stayed in their own realms. The only reason any moved to Earth was to live near the
converging ley lines.”

“Then the unthinkable happened, it was a massacre,” Issy whispered with terror in her voice.

“The Purge,” Lyle continued. “904 years ago a Dark Lord rose to power. His family had been
planning it for generations, gathering the darkest of arts and followers, both magical and non. They
sacrificed hundreds of creatures, spread out through the decades so no one caught on until finally a
child was born to them with the power to destroy all he saw.”

“What you need to understand is that to get from one realm to another one had to travel to Earth at
the time. Once his army moved on a realm there was no real escape.”

“Why didn’t they just apparate or Floo to safety?” Harry was confused.

Lyle sighed, running his hands through Harry’s hair in an attempt to calm himself. “If only. At the
time Floo travel had yet to be invented and it was the Dark Lord himself who invented Apparition.
He and his magical followers used it as a tool of mass destruction while his non-magical followers
guarded the portals, leaving any who tried to escape to Earth caught in a trap. There was also no
way to contact the other realms so others couldn’t be warned of what was to come.”

“Along with the killing curse, which one of his ancestors developed, we stood no chance. The
creatures from each realm fought as hard as they could to give their elders and children a chance to
escape into the deepest reaches of their realms. Very few war-ready adults survived, most of the
adults who did, were pregnant or worked in jobs where they never needed to fight. The Dark
Lord’s lack of knowledge of such places in each world was the only reason we weren’t all
destroyed. This continued on, and with their ability to apparate they could easily travel the long
distance between portals.”

Harry’s food tasted like ash in his mouth, but Issy urged him to continue to eat. He couldn’t
imagine someone so depraved. Compared to this Dark Lord, Voldemort looked like a friendly
kitten.

“After each realm was hit, they would send out scouts to try to reach the other realms in an attempt
to raise an army. It took years to smuggle the survivors to the home realm of the Phoenixes, they
never ventured to earth and didn’t have a centralized society since they had the ability to flame.
The Dark Lord knew he had no chance at the time of taking them out so he didn’t even bother
attacking them.”

“Wait, Phoenixes are beings? Like with a human form?” Harry asked in alarm, head snapping to
where he knew Fawkes was perched on the headboard above his head. Fawkes chirped in what was
clearly affirmative.

Issy spoke up, “Yes, but they have a different life-cycle than most other beings. They live their
first lifetime as a human and once they die they are forced into living in their Phoenix form until
they find their soulmate. It can take them millennia.” Fawkes huffed in agreement. “Once they find
their mate they live out their third life, which is tied to the life force of their mate. At this time they
are able to switch between forms.”

“Is Fawkes your real name?” Harry asked the bird, receiving a clear and unhappy no. “I am sorry I
have been using the wrong name.” Harry felt bad, knowing what it felt like to be called something
that wasn’t your name. It wasn’t until Harry started at Hogwarts that his name was constantly
used.

The Phoenix rubbed his face against Harry’s hair and gave the boy’s fox ears a soft nip. It was a
clear ‘No worries’.

Before Harry could ask more to try to figure out what his name was the Phoenix screeched in
displeasure before violently flaming away His fire licked Harry in what was a clear apology.

“What just happened?” He asked, distressed with how upset his friend had been.

“We aren’t sure,” Issy sighed, hugging Harry in an attempt to calm him before he got too worked
up. “It’s been happening ever since you were brought here. David believes that he is being
summoned elsewhere, but he is clearly unhappy about it so we aren’t sure why he is going.”

“Maybe Dumbledore… He told me Fawkes was his familiar, but if Fawkes is a being that
shouldn’t be possible should it?” Harry was worried for his friend, and now that he knew the
Phoenix was a being and not just a magical animal, Harry was starting to feel wary of the
Headmaster.

Lyle sounded distracted, “No, it’s not possible.”

They were all silent for a few minutes, lost in thought about what was going on. Issy finally ended
the silence with a fake cheery voice, “Would you like to continue the history lesson?”

Harry wanted to distract himself, the feeling of thankfulness to Dumbledore for saving him now
tainted by confusion. He wasn’t ready to think about it just yet. “Yes, please.”

“Well, once the Phoenixes were informed about what was happening, they came to the aid of the
other creatures. They flamed survivors long distances to reach their realm. By that time the Dark
Lord and his followers were turning their gaze to the other races on Earth. But, it was too late.
Within a month they had all been moved to Terradore. Apparition has a few major weaknesses, you
can only travel so far in one jump, and trying to chain jump quickly drains one’s energy. You also
have to see or know where you are going.

Since most of the Dark Lord’s forces were average wizards and witches they primarily used it in
battle. They also had to side-along their non-magical forces, so they were traveling via boat
between America and Britain while the other races of earth were being evacuated. They also had to
contend with the fact that the portal to Terradore was on top of Mount Olympus.”

Lyle’s voice had turned hopeful with the tale. “The Phoenixes were able to capture a few of the
lower members of the Dark Lords forces; ones that wouldn’t be noticed if they went missing. The
Centaurs were able to use their mind magics to gather information, learning both apparition and the
killing curse in the process. Everyone trained. The elders that were still alive from each world
taught everyone their knowledge. It was the start of what would be the future for creatures. The
comradery and open sharing of knowledge while born during our darkest time lead to our golden
age.

“The Dark Lord returned home, planning on taking out the Goblins to gain control of the economy.
All the witches and wizards who weren’t on his side were frightened by his power and knew that
once he completed his quest to take out the other races, his blood lust would turn to any who he
thought wasn’t with him. The tales of the mass exodus via flaming birds clued him into where
everyone had gone and he started the march toward Greece. But, by the time he made it there the
creatures were ready for him. It was a long bloody fight, lasting over a week but, soon we reigned
supreme. They were no match for the collective knowledge of our realms.”

“What was his name... The Dark Lord I mean?” Harry questioned tentatively, worried that it might
bring about even more sorrow than what had filled the story already. He never understood why
British magicals reacted the way they did to Voldemort’s name, but if he was even a fraction as
bad as this Dark Lord had been he now didn’t want to bring names up. Harry, now that he
understood, felt bad about the fact he had so blatantly spoken the mad wizard’s name. He now
realized that just the name would bring up horrible memories, especially with his acts of terror
being so recent.

“No one knows,” Issy informed him, voice still tight with sorrow. “It wasn’t for lack of trying, but
he only ever went by ‘My Lord.’ Not even his followers knew him by a pseudonym, let alone his
real name. It is our biggest mystery, so much so we still have researchers working on it. We are all
still worried about what his family might be up to along with what lies within their family
grimoire.”

“But, now that you know all of this I can explain clans and the number of mates subs need.” Harry
nodded to indicate that he was ready for Lyle to continue. “Since our numbers were so low the
elders all gathered together to try to come up with a plan. It used to be that creatures used to mainly
mate within their own race and only had one mate. It would have taken too long for us to rebuild if
we continued like that and the gene pool left was too small. They had to figure out something. The
Phoenix elders let them use their most holy grounds to pray to Lady Magic for an answer. They
gathered together all the spiritual leaders and the most precious relics from each race as a
sacrifice.”

“After a fortnight of prayer, all of Terradore was surrounded by a soft golden glow. Lady Magic
took control of Eos, who was the Phoenix elder, and spoke through her. ‘My children, how I grieve
for you. The torture of watching so many of my children returned to me before their time. The only
thing I could do was welcome them within my bosom when they came. They granted me their
magic and remaining life force, in hopes that they could help the survivors. After a forest fire, the
ashes nourish the growth to come. In this way, their spirits continue on. Until you all flourish once
again I will grant you the gift of longevity and fertility. My wish for you is to survive… no, to thrive.
To prosper and proliferate. So go my children, teach your young our ways, preserve what you can,
but continue to move forward.’”

Lyle looked far away, reciting the speech from memory.

He shook himself back into focus when Harry asked with wonder in his voice, “Lady Magic is
real? My friend, Ron, Ron Weasley told me it was just a silly story told to children.”

Lyle was shocked, someone who had grown up around magic should know better than to think
such a thing. Knowing how far the Weasley line went back it seemed almost impossible that the
boy didn’t know better.

“Yes, she is real, she watches over all of her children. If you call upon her in times of need she will
answer. That being said, never call her for frivolous things.”

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed, wondering why Ron didn’t know such a thing. “Why didn’t she help
sooner then? Why didn’t someone call her sooner?”

Issy spoke up, “While she is far more powerful than us she isn’t all-powerful. She couldn’t just
strike the Dark Lord down, that’s not how it works. The only reason she could grant us the chance
to bounce back was because of all the magic those who died gave her to hold in trust. She can do
things like judge contracts, help in healing, or in the bonding of mates, but what you have to
remember is that she watches over all her children, both beings and animals, which means she is
always being called on. So we try to only call when absolutely necessary.”

“Did you call on her to help heal me?”

Issy squeezed him harder against her side. “No, we didn’t need to. While you were in horrible
shape, you weren’t on the brink. She can only hold off death for a short while so healers only call
on her when a few seconds could make the difference between life and death.”

Harry nodded, it made sense that if Lady Magic was real, she would be unable to fix every little
problem that everyone had.

“What she granted us was an extended life, giving us the time to help boost our population. She
also graced subs with larger than normal magical cores. This was because when a submissive is
pregnant a large majority of their magic goes to creating the life within them and protecting the
children from harm. With the extra fertility, multiple births are very common and this leaves the
submissive vulnerable, but the excess magic becomes unstable and can be threatening to a sub’s
life. This is where mates come in. The bonds that hold mates together allow doms to take on the
excess magic until it’s needed. This is why the more magically powerful a submissive is, the more
mates they need.” Issy explained, hand running down Harry’s back.
“But, why can’t just one mate hold the extra magic?” Harry still didn’t understand why such a
thing would be necessary.

“Partially because bigger families allow for more genetic diversity across races, but mostly it is
because dom’s cores are more rigid. They don’t need the flexibility that subs need for child
birthing so their core can only take in a set amount of extra magic before they risk their core
bursting. Most of the time clans aren’t bigger than ten mates. But, there are cases of subs being
born with extraordinarily large cores to begin with, meaning they need more mates. It is also
common for subs to bond with each other, making the clan larger still.” Issy’s voice was fond when
she explained all this. “I only needed my four wonderful mates to keep me grounded.”

With this explanation in mind, Harry finally understood. Now he just needed to come to terms with
the fact he would have to have more than one life partner or risk losing his life. He had fought so
long to stay alive that he couldn’t, wouldn’t, let something like this get in his way. He also didn’t
know if he would be able to be with more than one person. Harry had always dreamed of one day
having a family, but in those wistful daydreams, he had never dared to imagine a partner. They had
always just been a faceless being. All he had focused on was the thought of children. He dreamed
of having many and giving them all the love and attention he had never received.

The reason he hadn’t been able to bring himself to imagine his spouse was because he didn’t truly
believe anyone could love a freak like him. His view of marriage was also warped by growing up
watching his aunt and uncle’s relationship. If that was what love was he wasn’t sure he wanted it.
The Claremore’s, with their easy affection, were slowly changing that.

So when Ron had mooned over girls, Harry tuned him out. When Hermione had blushed over
Lockhart, he just hadn’t understood.

The worst part of the realization that he would need multiple partners was the idea of sticking
someone with his freakishness for the rest of their lives. To know if he didn’t he would die. The
best he could hope for at this point was to bond with a friend who he could then let go on with their
life and intrude on their happiness as little as possible. There was just one thing he needed to know
now.

“How many?” He asked, wondering how many people he would have to saddle with his presence.

Lyle hummed in consideration. “We aren’t quite sure, to be honest. When the time comes for you
to start courting, you will know. Your magic will draw you to compatible mates and will let you
know when you have enough.”

Issy hesitantly added, “There is one thing you need to know… You had a binding on your core,
placed there when you were only fifteen months old. We aren’t sure who did it but, because your
magic grew under such pressure, when your inheritance happened those binds broke and your core
grew rapidly out of control. During a magical inheritance, your body takes in excess magic in the
area to help with any changes so that your core isn’t completely depleted.

“We won’t know how large your core will end up until your seventeenth birthday after your final
magical boost that comes along with sexual maturity.” Issy trailed off, as if not sure how to
continue. She quickly changed the subject. “After bonding with Anna and Bartok I didn’t return to
the courts until I was 27, that’s when I met Lyle. I saw him from across the room being smothered
to death by a woman with the biggest boobs I’ve ever seen. I was honestly worried for his health.”

Lyle groaned loudly, causing Harry to laugh.

“The saddest thing about that was it was my older sister!” Lyle grumbled. “But, here comes little
Issy, storming up to us and starts informing my sister that she was medically damaging me. That if
she wanted a man to stay alive, she might need to consider not smothering people. She then had the
nerve to recommend someone who could give her a breast reduction! All my sister could do was
stutter! Here was this little sub scolding an unknown dom. It was adorable, and I was instantly in
love.”

“Well, I had a point! You were literally turning blue! I couldn’t just sit there and watch you die.”
Issy cried out, pulling Lyle into her, crushing Harry between them as he giggled at the obvious care
they had for each other. “Plus… no woman needs boobs that big..” Issy mumbled in slight envy.

“Yeah well, I got right up from where my sister had dropped me on the ground in her shock and got
on one knee and asked Issy to marry me.” Lyle teased, fondness obvious in his voice.

“Then Bartok, who had witnessed the whole thing came over, picked me up and threw me over his
shoulder and told Lyle no before carrying me away. But, Lyle was persistent. After two weeks I
finally accepted his courtship proposal.” Issy explained.

“Our doms can reject other doms?” Harry asked.

“Well not really, but they can tell you if they approve or not and give advice. But, who we mate
with is up to us. Mind you, you don’t want your mates to not get along. Think about how horrible
that would make living together, everyone would be miserable. They don’t have to be best friends,
but they need to at least be friendly and respect each other. The better the relationship between your
mates the happier life will be. It is almost completely unheard of for mates to divorce and the only
time it happens is in very extreme cases; only when Lady Magic agrees with the split. With our life
spans being easily over 800 years in most cases having healthy relationships between everyone in a
clan is extremely important.”

“We courted for a few months before I gave in and accepted him as my mate. David came next
when we could tell that Lyle wasn’t enough to keep me balanced. I met David at a bookstore, I
accidentally knocked into him, spilling the stack of books he was planning to buy.”

Lyle interrupted, “The way I hear it you were jumping up trying to reach a book when you fell
down, taking him with you.” Lyle snickered, receiving a soft slap to the arm for it.

“Anyway, David is really quiet and loves reading. As you can tell from him coming to read to you
whenever he has free time. So it was only fitting that we met where we did.” Issy was once again
running her fingers through his hair, causing him to purr softly. “We courted for four months
before we bonded, he has been part of the family for seven months now."

“If you don’t mind me asking, what kind of creatures are you all?” Harry questioned.

“Oh! Sorry, we didn’t think to tell you sooner. I am an Air Elemental, Anna is a Wood Nymph,
Bartok is a Draken, David is a Werewolf and Lyle is a Tengu.” Issy was shocked she had forgotten
to mention such a thing earlier.

“But… I have cuddled with David? I thought he was just a dog animagus, granted a huge dog, but
still... Isn’t it dangerous to be around a transformed Werewolf?” Harry was worried. He still
couldn’t shake the image of Remus changing from his nice teacher into a raging monster. Harry
didn’t hold it against the man because he knew he couldn’t help it and that Remus would never
hurt a soul normally, but the memory still frightened him.

“Oh that’s right, it’s not well known in the non-creature community what the difference is between
werewolves and infected werewolves. Well, David was born a Werewolf and can change at will.
 His change isn’t the halfway thing that infected werewolves are cursed to suffer on the full moon.
The kind of Werewolf you are thinking of is the result of an Unspeakable experiment turned
horribly wrong. A true were’s abilities are genetic and can only be passed down through their
children, they can also shift at will like an animagus. The team of Unspeakables were trying to
produce a potion that would copy a were’s abilities. They were trying to heighten a person’s
strength, senses, and to make it so they could use their animagus form without having to go
through years of training. The first person they tried it on had the animagus form of a wolf, that is
why all infected are werewolves, where real werecreatures come in all forms. When the test subject
showed no changes they went back to the drawing board not knowing the horrors they had just
unleashed. Peter Stubbe went home to his farm, and when the full moon rose he changed. When he
woke the next morning, covered in blood, he found that he had killed or bitten everyone in the
small muggle town he lived near. His sorrow was so great that he took his own life.

It wasn’t until years later, when the Unspeakables had already given up on their project that they
found out what happened. By then it was too late to do anything, and ever since the Ministry has
tried to hide their mistake through laws they have passed.” Lyle informed him, saddened once
again with the topic.

Harry was astonished that this information wasn’t widespread, but it explained the horrible laws
Hermione ranted about when she figured out Remus’ secret. She had been so upset about their
teacher’s circumstances.

Just then a chime rang throughout the room, a reminder that it was time for another potion. Harry
sat up from his comfortable position, Lyle getting off the bed and shuffling around the room. Harry
held his hand out, waiting for the potion vial to be placed in it. “Harry, let’s get you under the
covers. This is the one that tends to knock you out.” Harry drank back the foul concoction and then
sipped some fruit punch to get rid of the taste before Issy helped him under the soft duvet. He
cuddled into the soft pillows, his mind already going fuzzy. Harry was thankful for that, though.
All the information he had found out today would take him days to think through and digest fully
and at the moment he was just too overwhelmed to work through it.

Hands began running through his hair again. “Rest Harry, sleep well,” Issy whispered. The hand
left him and he heard the two leave the room, the door clicking shut softly.

In no time he was fast asleep.

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When Harry woke next, small hands were stroking through his hair. That and the musical
humming in his ear suggested it was Issy.

“Good evening, Harry, you’ve been asleep for the past six hours, are you hungry?” She whispered.

“I don’t normally sleep this much,” Harry mumbled, completely relaxed under the warm covers. It
was so soft that all he wanted was to melt into the bed and never leave. He had woken a while ago
and gone through all the information he had learned that day. It had been hard, and he ended up
crying through most of it. What was hardest for him to reconcile was that the Phoenix was a being,
a person, and that Dumbledore lied about such a thing. Why would he do such a thing? Why would
he feel the need to? And with how upset the Phoenix was when asked about it and when being
forced to leave, Harry just didn’t understand what was going on.

To think the same man who had saved him from his personal hell would do such a thing brought
all the memories of the Headmaster to the fore of his mind. He turned over all their interactions,
going over them with a fine-toothed comb. The longer he thought of them the further his heart
sank.

The two most damning things were when he had begged the man to let him stay at Hogwarts over
the summer and when the Headmaster had taken Harry straight to his office instead of the hospital
wing after the Basilisk during his second year. He didn’t even remember Dumbledore asking him
if he was okay. Harry knew, after that first conversation at the end of his first year, he should have
stopped trusting the man but, for some unknown reason, he still believed in the Headmaster.

Harry tried to think about why he had accepted what was obviously a weak excuse, but he couldn’t
explain it. He began arguing with the older man when he had said he was sure the Dursleys loved
Harry and that he was just blowing punishments out of proportion, but suddenly, for some
unknown reason, Harry had just accepted it.

The unease grew within Harry. It bubbled until he finally fell back into a restless sleep.

Now that he was fully awake with Issy cuddled up to him, he felt confident enough to not trust the
Headmaster anymore. At least not until he had another chance to speak with the Phoenix. The door
to the room he was staying in opened with a faint click. Both Issy and Harry sat up while the Air
Elemental giggled as she tried to smooth down Harry’s hair.

“It’s almost time for dinner. Lyle had to leave unexpectedly for work, so Bartok will help by
carrying you to the dining room. Everyone else will be there though. Tiptop was really excited to
hear that you are finally ready to leave your room.” The white-haired woman rambled as she
guided him from the bed. Harry laughed at her excitement.

“Dinner sounds good, Tiptop is such a wonderful cook,” Harry said as his stomach rumbled loudly.
Bartok chuckled from the now open doorway, a smoky scent flowing from him.

“Yeah, now that you can hear and are staying awake for longer periods of time we figured it was
time for you to leave the bedroom. I hope you like it when you see it! I went shopping so you could
have some things. You know, so you can feel comfortable…” Issy was rambling again, but a deep
voice cut her off.

Harry was about to interrupt himself, not understanding what she meant when she said that she
bought him things. He just didn’t understand why she would say such a thing.

“All right Issy, how about you let Anna know that Harry is out of bed and will join us for dinner.
She will need to grab his potions.” Bartok suggested as he laid a hand on Harry’s shoulder to let
him know how close the older man was. Issy chirped out a cheery ‘Ok’ before skipping out of the
room. “She is very excited to have you here. Now, how about we get you cleaned up?” Harry
nodded, allowing large hands to guide him into the restroom. Harry knew that Bartok was far
larger than him, but he ignored the unease he felt at having someone looming over him.

“Okay, the toilet is right in front of you, call me when you are finished.” Bartok left, letting Harry
have his privacy.

After a while, he finished up and inched his way over to where he knew the sink was. He washed
his hands and splashed warm water over his face to help him wake up more.

“Okay, I am finished,” Harry called out.

“I brought you some new clothes to change into.” Bartok handed him a pile of clothes, and Harry
quickly changed. “Is it okay if I carry you to the dining room? There is a flight of stairs I don’t
want you to have to worry about and Anna still wants you to take it easy.”

Harry nodded shyly, still not used to being held, but with how affectionate all the Claremores were
with him he was quickly getting used to the thought of touch not always being painful. His body
was easily swept up into Bartok’s strong arms, holding him against a warm chest that Harry
couldn’t help but curl against. He had spent so many years in a constant state of cold that now he
couldn’t help but seek out any source of warmth. That was also part of why the Phoenix had always
called to him, he radiated a comforting heat that drew him in. Harry felt like a moth before a flame.

Harry was held protectively in the cage of the muscular arms, carried downstairs, and finally
placed into a plush chair. The smell of food wafting towards him had him salivating at the
delicious scent.

“I’m sitting next to you Harry so I’ll help you out with dinner!” Issy’s unmistakable voice happily
chimed in next to him. He couldn’t help the smile that formed, her excitement infectious. “Tiptop
made turkey and mashed potatoes for dinner tonight. Anna wants you to eat some more protein and
the turkey should go down easily. Do you like turkey?”

There was a feminine chuckle across from Harry much deeper than Issy’s. “Issy, love, take a
breath and calm yourself,” Anna instructed. Harry could hear Issy take in a deep breath before
letting it out. “Much better! Try not to overwhelm him.”

Issy giggled again, something she did far more often than anyone else he knew. “Sorry, Harry! We
also have some juice if you want it.” Harry nodded eagerly, David told him earlier that all the juice
was homemade by Tiptop and it was always wonderful.

Issy worked on filling Harry’s plate and then helped feed him much to Harry’s embarrassment at
not being able to do it himself, pausing to take bites of her own. It was delicious. The turkey was
moist, the mashed potatoes creamy, and the buttery boiled carrots lemony and still slightly
crunchy. The other members were chatting about their days and current events and Harry listened
intently. Anna told everyone about helping a child get a marble out of his nose and everyone
laughed merrily.

A drip of mash potato fell on his chin but, before he could wipe it away, Issy was fussing with a
damp napkin, wiping his whole mouth. As Harry couldn’t help the blush that spread across his
warm chai-colored skin, Issy noted to herself that Harry probably felt too old for such things, but it
was hard for Issy to remember he was sixteen and not the thirteen he looked.

“How are you feeling, Harry,” Anna asked after he had finally finished his meal, stomach
pleasantly full.

“I feel really amazing,” Harry answered honestly. He knew that after all he had gone through right
before getting here he shouldn’t be feeling this good, but his state was a testament to how great of
healers the two women were.

“I am very relieved that you are feeling better, we were all very worried about you.” The concern
in Anna’s voice was obvious and it touched him that these strangers cared so much about a boy
they barely knew. “Unfortunately, you still need some more care and potions.” Three vials were
passed over and he couldn’t help but sigh at the thought of the foul-tasting liquids. He quickly
downed them before grabbing his glass of juice and chugging it.

“Issy, I believe you have some mastery work you need to finish, I’ll take care of young Harry for
now. Go on,” Bartok’s deep voice gently instructed.

Issy stiffened beside him. “Are you going to talk to him about…” She trailed off voice tight in a
way that Harry had never heard from her, it instantly put him on edge.

David seemed to notice his worry and in his kind voice said, “Don’t worry Harry, it’s nothing to be
afraid of.” Instantly Harry calmed, trusting the older man not to lie to him. David often held Harry
to his chest as he read to him and whenever Harry had a question David answered without
hesitation.

“Yes, no need to worry. Issy, why don’t you go now,” Bartok suggested. Harry felt a small kiss
placed on his forehead before he could hear the pattering of the woman skipping away. “Harry,
I’m going to pick you up, and then Anna and I want to have a conversation with you in the other
room, is that okay?”

“Yes.” Harry’s chair was pulled out, Bartok’s arms picking him up smoothly and carrying him
into another room while Anna followed them. At first, Harry had been upset to be treated like a
child, but he had slowly grown to welcome it. He had never had a childhood and after a few days,
he had grown to like it and accept that currently there were things he just couldn’t do. Things like
navigating his way blind around a large unfamiliar house. He pushed down his embarrassment and
accepted these strangers' care.

Harry was set onto a very cushy couch, a fuzzy fleece placed over his lap. He stroked the blanket
repeatedly. It felt wonderful and he couldn’t stop. It was the softest thing Harry had ever felt, and
he couldn’t help but smile to himself.
“If you like the blanket, you can keep it,” Anna commented.

Harry’s head snapped up, utterly shocked. He couldn’t believe she was offering something so nice
to him without even a second of hesitation. His hands clenched into the soft fabric. “Are… Are you
sure? I mean, it’s so nice…” Harry couldn’t help the hesitation.

Bartok was the one to respond this time. “Yes, Harry, we’re sure. You can keep it. What we want
to talk about is what has happened since you arrived here. I was the one who found you. You were
in terrible condition, but luckily Anna and Issy are wonderful healers. You will need to continue
taking potions for a long time.”

“I would also prefer you to stay off your feet as much as possible until you regain your vision,”
Anna interjected, her tone stern.

“Yes, but what we brought you here to discuss is your living arrangements.” Harry couldn’t help
how stiff he went, spine rigid and muscles tense. A warm hand clutched his knee. “Don’t worry,
Harry - you will never return to that house.”

Harry forced himself to relax. “Really?” His voice cracked at the end.

The hand-rubbed soothing circles, “Yes, Harry, never. In fact, your relatives have been arrested.
You will never have to see them again.” Bartok reassured him before moving back to his seat.
Harry pulled the blanket tighter around himself as he rubbed its soft fabric against his cheek. Many
thoughts were running through his mind, most centering on where he would go now. Who would
want him? While he was still frightened at least he didn’t have to worry about the Dursleys ever
again.

It was strange to think about. The threat of the Dursleys had always hung over his head like a
sharpened axe. But now, even if he ended up somewhere he hated, at least it wasn’t the hell he had
been in for the last fifteen years.

“For now, we hold your custody. I am a solicitor for creature’s rights so I’m handling your case.”

Anna moved to sit next to him, wrapping her slender arm around his waist and pulling him into her
side. Harry rested his head against her shoulder, allowing the fact that he never had to worry about
his relatives again to sink in, along with the fact that at least for now he was safe with the
Claremores.

“Now Harry, this leaves us with a few options, ones we want you to pick from. Your first option is
that you stay as our ward, under Anna’s care, until you’re healed. Once you’re healthy, we can
revisit that arrangement. Your second option is if you have someone else you would rather live
with, take you in. We will make sure you are safe with them and Anna would like to continue to
take care of you if this is the option you choose. Lastly… we, as a family, would like to offer to
adopt you.” Bartok stayed steady through the whole small speech.

Harry was stupefied. He blinked rapidly, trying to make his thoughts make sense. Anna’s arm
around his waist was the only thing grounding him to reality; it helped to prove that he wasn’t just
dreaming. He swallowed hard, throat clicking and tears gathering in his eyes as he tried his hardest
to find his voice. It came out weak and thin. “Are… are you serious?”

Anna’s hand started running through his hair, rubbing at the base of his ears as tears finally slipped
down his face. “Oh honey,” Anna pulled him into her lap, letting him hide his burning face within
her neck. Her soothing scent of sandalwood was the only thing that kept him from breaking down
completely. The couch dipped, Bartok’s warmth surrounding them as he rocked them both.
Bartok’s deep voice rumbled, “Issy would love to be your mum and I can honestly say we all feel
the same. I would be happy to be considered as your father. You are a sweet kid, Harry, and you
deserve to have a family who loves and provides for you, just like every child does. We would like
to be your family and provide a safe environment for you. You need not decide right away, you
have plenty of time to think about it.”

Harry’s hands fisted tightly into the blanket that was now his, something he was still having a hard
time accepting. “Why would you want a child that’s not your own? Why would you want a useless
freak like me…?” The questions fell from his lips without his permission. But they were things he
would always wonder if they weren’t answered now. The words would whisper their doubt and
insecurity during every happy moment, staining every one of them.

“Oh darling,” Anna sounded so sad that Harry, more than anything, wished he could see her face.
He needed to see if her concern was real. He wanted so much to believe her, but, there was still that
seed of doubt the Dursleys planted so deeply. For years they told him he was unlovable, so for this
family to so willingly offer to take him in, to care for him, was a hard thing to accept.

Anna’s voice was soft, trying to be as non-threatening as possible. “What happened to you was
horrible and no one should have to go through what you did. You are precious and we would feel
blessed to call you our child. We want to shower you with love and I’m sure Issy plans to spoil you
regardless. You haven’t seen what a real family is. The way they treated you was monstrous and
we want to give you everything you should have always had.” Anna tried to reassure him, but
Harry still had many doubts. One of the biggest ones was what Sirius would think. The man had
offered to take him in too. Harry knew how the Minister of Magic had reacted when Harry tried to
tell him about his Godfather’s innocence that Sirius was no real option for him. Now he was in a
limbo-like state with his living arrangements; the teen felt he didn’t have the time to think about it
that much, even if Anna and Bartok said he did. Harry knew that he wouldn’t feel safe until plans
were made. Even though they assured him he would never have to go back to the Dursleys, he
wouldn’t believe it until there was no chance it would happen. Even then he would still worry. He
wished he could contact Sirius, but the man was on the run and it was safer for him if Harry didn’t
reach out. He also didn’t want to bring unwanted attention to his Godfather and risk him being
Kissed. Harry still had nightmares about a Dementor hovering over the man, a softly glowing blue
orb floating from Sirius’ mouth, but in his nightmares the orb didn’t return to its owner, and Harry
was left staring down into glassy eyes before the Dementors floated to him as well, scabby hands
reaching.

No, Sirius wasn’t an option.

The Claremores, however, had been so kind to him. They had taken him in when he was a
complete stranger. They had no obligation to take care of him and yet, they had; even going above
and beyond. Most of all though, Harry sincerely liked them.

In the dead of night, when he had awoken from particularly nasty dreams he had even wished,
more than once, to stay here forever.

Now he had the chance.

Harry pulled away from Anna’s neck, taking in one last breath of her calming scent. “What about
when you have children of your own, won’t I just get in the way?” He lowered his blanket a little,
still clutching it tightly.

“Harry, creature clans are known for their large number of children. You will never be in the way,
you could be a big brother to our other children if you let us adopt you. Even if you don’t want us
to, we will still always care about you, and be here for you. You will always be welcome to be part
of our family.” Bartok’s giant hand was rubbing circles into Harry’s back, almost as if it was more
for his own comfort than Harry’s. That reassured Harry more than anything. To realize that
Bartok, who always seemed so self-assured to Harry, was worried about Harry’s answer made him
feel like they truly meant all of this.

“This is what Issy was going on about after dinner. I wouldn’t be surprised if she is waiting to
pounce on you as soon as we finish.” Bartok chuckled, and Harry smiled and leaned into his side
more. His next sentence was much more serious, “Issy can get overexcited, I don’t want her
enthusiasm to pressure you. No matter what you choose we will still care for you and ensure you
are safe”

There was one last thing he needed to know, one last question and his mind would be made. “What
do you want from me in return? For taking me in?” He couldn’t help the hesitation in his voice,
this one answer would determine his future. The Dursley had always drilled into Harry’s mind that
the only reason they continued to house him was that he cooked and cleaned.

“Ah, what do we want? We want you. We want you to have a childhood, to be happy and safe. To
act like a kid, to play and make friends. That is what we want.” Anna told him, completely honest
in her answer before her voice turned teasingly. “Oh, and you will have to put up with our crazy
family, of course.”

A giggle burst from him, a small snort at the end. He snuggled into Anna’s side, grabbing Bartok’s
hand to clutch it within his own. “Yeah, I want it… I want a family… I want to be part of your
family.” Tears streamed down his face despite him trying to keep them in.

“Oh Harry,” Anna said, hugging the weeping boy. “Everything will be fine, son, Bartok will
handle everything. You’ll be ours and we’ll take care of you for the rest of your life,” Anna
soothed him.

Harry held onto them both, allowing himself to be comforted within their embrace. The sense of
safety he had felt at never having to worry about the Dursleys again was all-consuming and he
quickly drifted off.

“He took that well,” Anna had a smile spread across her face. “Issy will be happy, she was so
excited by the thought. We now have a son.” She looked down at Harry fondly as the young sub
snored lightly, his face squished up against her chest.

“We have a son,” Bartok’s smile was small, but nonetheless there. His deep mocha skin blushed
the slightest bit. “We have quite a bit of work to do to get him healthy. His emotional control is still
almost nonexistent from the dark ward on his old house and it will definitely take him time to
regain it. But we will take care of him and make him whole again. We should get him to bed. He
looked exhausted at dinner and I have to start the adoption paperwork.” Bartok lifted Harry from
Anna’s lap blanket and all and the boy curled around him automatically. Anna opened the door for
him, to discover Issy standing on the other side, shifting from foot to foot nervously.

“What did he say? Did he say yes?” Issy babbled as soon as she saw the door open, but as soon as
she saw Harry curled into Bartok’s arms, eyes red and puffy she went still. “Is he okay?”

Bartok couldn’t help the fond smile as he rolled his eyes. He walked past her and towards the stairs
with Issy following him like a duckling. “Once we get him into bed, we will talk about it, love.”
Issy lifted the covers while Bartok laid him down. After he was settled, Issy tucked him in, cooing
as Harry latched onto the fleece she had bought Bartok for his office. She’d selected it to add color
to the dark browns her mate favored. She giggled at the fact that he had become attached to it when
he couldn’t see it. Oh, the irony. Harry’s face was smooshed into the fiery pattern of a Phoenix’s
feathers.

Bartok led Issy over to the couch, pulling her into his side so they could talk. “He said yes to us
adopting him, but he was a little overwhelmed. He’ll be okay, he just needs some rest and time to
think it over.”

“I’ll stay here with him in case he wakes up, I’ve already got my homework spread out.” Issy
motioned to the piles of paper spread atop the coffee table, but she was still staring at the bed. She
was obviously worried since she hadn’t realized Bartok said the young sub wanted to become part
of their family. He knew if she had she would squeal with joy.

Bartok gently took her face in his hand, turning it so she would look him in the eyes. “Issy, he said
yes,” He said once again. She froze up, eyes going wide and a grin slowly spreading across her
face. She launched towards him, climbing into his lap and pressing her face into his chest, happy
little screams muffled against his shirt.

She looked up at him, eyes brimming with tears, her voice was soft, completely in awe. “That
means I’m a mum… I’m a mum!” She looked back over to the bed, studying the line of Harry’s
body and the rise and fall of his chest. “We’re going to be parents,” Issy turned back towards
Bartok, causing him to chuckle. He kissed her soft lips, still slightly opened in wonder.

“Yeah, little one, we will be great parents. Now go do your homework, I’ve got to start the
paperwork.” Bartok kissed the top of her head, taking in her scent before lifting her and placing her
back on the couch.

Harry’s bedroom door swung open with Lyle holding potions and a snack in his hands. He wasn’t
surprised to find Issy asleep at the foot of Harry’s bed since she hadn’t yet come to bed. He shook
his head and smiled, placing his load onto the bedside table before shaking Harry awake. Harry
was snuggled into the soft red blanket that Lyle noticed he must have gotten from Bartok’s office.
“Come on, wake up for just a bit,” Lyle whispered, rubbing Harry’s back. The boy rolled over,
yawning widely.

“Lyle?” Harry muttered, voice rough with sleep.

“Yes, now come on, wake up. I’ve got some banana pudding for you after you take your potions.”
Lyle coaxed, trying to bribe the young boy to wake up. Harry popped up, still half asleep, fluffy
white ears twitching cutely. Lyle laughed softly at the boy’s extreme bedhead.

“You know, if you grow your hair out it would be more manageable.” Lyle flicked some short
locks around. “I had to grow mine out for the same reason.”

“Mmmmm, can you help me to the loo,” Harry mumbled. Lyle guided Harry to the bathroom, Issy
flopped out over to the couch muttering in her sleep about cupcakes and golf.

Once Harry was finished Lyle helped him sit up in the bed. “Here are your potions.” Harry downed
them in one gulp each, face scrunching up and tongue sticking out once he finished, handheld out
expecting a drink.
 After he took a few sips Lyle took the glass back and then handed him the pudding. Harry hummed
contentedly as he ate. He was still half asleep and would smack his lips together every few bites. It
was something that Lyle would have found disgusting if anyone else was doing it, but he couldn’t
help but find it endearing. Once Harry was finished and the rest of the glass of juice chugged, Lyle
tucked him in. He leaned over to kiss Harry’s forehead as he wished him a good night.

“Ok Pops,” Harry mumbled, trailing off at the end as he fell asleep.

Lyle knew that the boy wouldn’t remember it tomorrow, but his heart swelled at the title. It was
something he would hold close. He went to pick Issy up, laying her next to Harry. They were soon
cuddled up together while Issy held the younger sub protectively.

“Tiptop,” Lyle whispered, the elf popping up next to him silently. Lyle looked down at the elf, her
normally stoic face twisted into a devoted smile. He couldn’t believe how much this young sub had
changed their family in less than two weeks. It seemed impossible, but it was no less true.

“Will you get my camera?” Tiptop looked up, nodding before popping away.

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Chapter End Notes

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Chapter Notes

I am sorry this took so long, first I needed to wait for the poll and then I just ended up
second guessing myself a lot.

I also want to say that yes at this point Harry is very emotional both because he still
can't see and all the Claremores do is in such contrast to what he knows that he is
constantly being overwhelmed. Once he can see and gets used to this new life he will
calm down a lot.

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Issy woke the next morning with Harry wrapped around her like a koala. She pulled him in tighter
and pressed kisses to his messy hair between content giggles. She had always wanted children; she
was the youngest of thirty-eight children by twenty years. Her parents had always said she was
their happy accident. Now she had her own child.

Harry was a wonderful adolescent and she was delighted to call him hers.

She couldn’t wait until the day he could trust that the family was honest in their affection and love.

The light coming through the window showed it was around nine so Issy got up as she gently pried
Harry’s limbs from her body, replacing it with a pillow he buried his adorable face into. She ran a
hand over his cheek before crawling out of bed and stretched, back popping as she did. Sprawled
out on the couch was David who had a thick book in hand. He peeked over the top, expression soft
as he greeted her.

Issy used the restroom, splashing water over her face, before laying across David’s body. He just
propped the book atop her head before continuing reading. Issy drifted in and out of consciousness,
listening to the steady heartbeat of her mate as if it were a lullaby. After a while David placed the
book on the floor, running his hand through her long white hair and over her back.

“How did you sleep, darling?” David asked, his voice still hoarse with sleep.

Issy raised her head and pressed a kiss to his slightly chapped lips. “Fantastically.”

David smiled as he continued to pet her, peppering kisses across her face. “Bartok finished the
paperwork last night so we’re going to visit Helix today to schedule a meeting. All that’s left is for
all of us to sign them in front of the Goblins. Then you will officially be a mother,” David
twinkled. Like all the other clan members he knew that was Issy’s biggest dream. While some
ignorant people might assume this dream was only born because she was a submissive they would
be wrong. There were subs who, while they needed to bond, never had sex let alone wanted
children. But, for Issy, it was more than just a biological drive. Since she grew up as almost an
only child she had been rather lonely.

Sure her family adored her, but all of her siblings were much older, already bonded and building
families of their own. It wasn’t until she started primary school that she had true companionship.
She flourished under the friendships she had and took up the role of protector in her group. David
had seen photos from that time and he still couldn’t imagine little Issy, who was much smaller than
most of her friends, standing up to much bigger children to protect those she called hers.

Ever since then, she wanted a large family. She wanted to never be alone again and to shower the
abundance of love she had onto others. David knew that Harry would be good for Issy after all that
happened four years ago.

“Lyle suggested Harry grow out his hair last night. I don’t think he will remember it from what
Lyle told me so it might be worth bringing up again,” David mentioned, hands still moving and
absently, twirling a white lock around his finger.

“He would look adorable with long hair!” Issy exclaimed. “I’ll talk to him about it when he wakes.
I am sure it will aid in managing his hair. After the meeting at the bank, we should go shopping.
We have things for infants, but he needs appropriate toys, books, and clothing. Oh, and maybe we
should get him a kitten! Do you think he would like that? A kitten I mean. Would Bartok let me
get him a kitten?” Her excitement built with each word.

David chuckled, his chest rumbling under her. “I don’t think a kitten would be a good idea at the
moment and if he got one, he would probably like to pick it out himself. We should get Harry up so
he can have breakfast. Why don’t you gather everyone up and I’ll get Harry ready for the day?”
David suggested.

Issy cheerily gave him another kiss before skipping out of the room. David approached Harry’s
bedside table, pulling out his morning potions along with his ear drops.

“Harry, buddy, hey,” David whispered as he rested a hand against Harry’s hip and shook. Harry
had somehow worked his head under the red fleece in the time since Issy left the bed. The young
sub popped up like a daisy, ears swiveling wildly and mouth opened with drool sliding down his
chin. “Just lay your head in my lap so I can give you your ear drops,” he continued to whisper.
Harry obeyed, flopping down with an annoyed huff.

After they used the drops and potions taken, David helped him up and into the restroom and then
with getting dressed. When they were finished David lifted Harry into his arms; Harry’s thin chest
against his own larger one and Harry’s face pressed into the joint between his neck and shoulder.
“All right, bud, let’s get down to breakfast and see who Issy raised from the dead. Good thing
you’re not any heavier, I’d probably put out my back. Go easy on your old man.” David joked,
Harry hid his laughter in the older man’s dark olive-toned neck.

They greeted everyone in the dining room as Issy pulled out the chair next to her so David could
place Harry down. Lyle was sitting on Harry’s other side with everyone else on the opposite side
of the large bocote wood table.

Bartok and Anna were both reading the daily newspapers from Britain and Terradore respectively,
a large cup of coffee and tea in each of their hands. Lyle was flipping through a packet of
information for work. They all put their papers aside when Tiptop produced the food, they all
thanked her, but Harry’s affected her the most.
“Good morning, sweetie, I hope you slept well. We have toast and scrambled eggs for breakfast.”
Issy chirped, already piling food onto both of their plates. “Would you like some cheese on it?”

Harry beamed. His love for dairy products started with his first bite of ice cream at the welcoming
feast during his first year. “Yes, please, can I have milk too?”

Anna smiled at the young sub, “Yes, the more milk the better.”

“From what I hear, it will help you grow some. We can’t have you be so short for life!” Lyle
teased, ruffling the boy’s hair and ears as he did. Harry’s face scrunched up, he hated when people
called him short. Of course, he knew it was true, but he couldn’t help but feel weak whenever
someone brought it up.

“Hey!” Issy yelled, grabbing Harry and pulling him into her chest as she did. “He’s not short! He’s
just a kid! I bet you were short when you were his age too!” Harry was having a hard time
breathing through his uncontrollable laughter. “You be nice to my son or you will feel my wrath!”
Harry loved her. He went still at the thought, body going limp in Issy’s arms.

His mind was reeling. This was the first time he could ever remember loving someone. At least he
recognized that it was love bubbling inside of him, trying to boil over. Harry pulled back, unseeing
eyes looking over at where he imagined Issy’s face to be.

Love.

Harry then realized that he loved all the Claremores. Harry’s mouth dropped open in shock., Sure
he had accepted the adoption, but that had been more about escaping the Dursleys than anything
else. He loved them and wanted them to love him. But, most of all, they had his trust. Harry trusted
them. Somehow they worked past all the barriers he constructed to protect himself.

Harry wanted to cry, wanted to scream, wanted to run and safeguard his heart. But, instead, he just
bowed his head and grinned. They had shown in so many ways already that they cared for him.
They may even love him too. For the first time in his life, he felt optimistic.

Even when he got his Hogwarts letter and through the years, he still always held doubts about his
place in life. He worried that at any minute he would be expelled, his wand snapped and he’d be
stuck once more at his relatives. Sirius’ offer too was tainted. He was concerned that anything he
might say to the man would reveal to his godfather that Harry was a freak. That the older man
would take back the promise of safety.

But, with the Claremores that anxiety wasn’t there.

After his mini-crisis was over and he could fully accept that this was now his truth, he hugged Issy
and then Lyle. Harry would have hugged them all if there wasn’t a table between them. Issy
handed over a glass of milk and coaxed him into eating and he enjoyed the fluffy cheesy eggs and
toast with jam.

“So today, Harry, we will go to the bank to have the Goblins witness and officiate the adoption.
That is if you haven’t changed your mind. It is perfectly okay if you have.” Bartok’s voice was
reassuring, deep and calm.

Harry nodded, mouth full of food, eager to let them know he still wanted to be part of their family.

Issy spoke up again, excitedly bouncing in her seat. “Bartok can deal with all the boring stuff later,
but, after the adoption, we will go shopping! I can’t wait! I will get you a bunch of cute clothing!”
Harry gripped the hem of his shirt, even though he loved them he still wasn’t comfortable with the
thought of money being spent on him. But, he also felt that saying no would be rude.

“All right, Issy, calm down. Why don’t you help Harry take his potions while I go grab the
paperwork. We can meet in the floo room.” Bartok stood to leave the room, kissing the crown of
Harry’s head on the way out, causing a blush to cross Harry’s face.

Bartok gathered his leather briefcase, double-checking that he had all the needed paperwork and
that all the T’s were crossed and the I’s were dotted. He couldn’t help but take a few steadying
breaths. Bartok was both nervous and excited, but he knew he had to be the calm one for now.
Inside he was just as excited as Issy, all of his mates were, but he didn’t think Harry would have
been as accepting of the eagerness from him. Issy was always enthusiastic so this behavior from her
was to be expected. Bartok didn’t want to frighten the young boy so he had to keep his calm.

Everyone met in the floo room, Anna trying to bundle Harry up in an overcoat even though it was
still very much summer. Bartok and David shared a look, both amused. “We will go to the
Terradore branch of Gringotts, I don’t trust our trip to go smoothly if we were to go to the British
one. We will be shopping there anyway, so no need for two trips.”

Issy bounced on the balls of her feet, “Oh, Harry, you’re going to love the markets! I can’t wait
until you can see it for yourself!”

Lyle laughed at her, but they all knew she was just having fun. Bartok scooped Harry up bridal
style and followed David and Anna through the floo, knowing Lyle and Issy would soon make
their way through.

Bartok stepped confidently into the white marble Gringotts receiving room, nodding respectfully at
the armed guards. Once they were through the door Bartok put Harry down, keeping his body
between the young boy and any weapons. The clan gathered behind him at the closet teller desk,
waiting patiently for the Goblin to acknowledge them. When the Goblin finally did, he put his quill
in a holder and gazed at them with piercing black eyes.

“Greetings, may your gold ever flow,” Bartok stated.

The Goblin gave him a sharp-toothed smile, “ May the blood of your enemies flow down your
claws, young dragon. How can we be of assistance this morn’?”

“We seek a meeting with my manager, Helix. We were hoping he could spare some time to see us
this morning,” Bartok replied.

The Goblin nodded jumping down from his stool after putting away the paperwork he had been
working on into a secure box. “Follow me. Helix has no appointments today, but mail for one
beforehand in the future.” The Goblin didn’t even look back as he marched away, the clan
members following quickly. Lyle lifted Harry and threw the teen over his shoulder, causing the
young boy to wiggle and laugh. They walked through the twists and turns of the Goblin nation
before coming upon a pair of grand doors.

The Goblin rapped on the door and announced to the account manager that the Claremore clan
requested a meeting. The door opened smoothly, pure gold handles glittering in the crystal
chandelier’s light.

Helix was sitting at his desk, stacks of paper covering most of the surface and weapons mounted
on the walls. With a sweep of his elongated fingers, the paperwork flew into the filing cabinets on
the left side of the room. He pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose before finally
speaking while gesturing them to take a seat, more chairs popping up in front of the desk as he did.
“Ah, the Claremore clan. I was not expecting your presence today. How may I be of service?”

They all sat down, Harry placed between Bartok and Anna, they all let Bartok speak for the clan.
“May your vaults forever be full. We have a few things we would like to accomplish today. First,
we would like you to officiate the adoption of young Harry to the Claremore clan. He is a ward of
our clan currently. After that, we would like to place you in charge of his vaults and assets. I do not
know who his current finance manager is, however, we would feel safer if they were under your
care. I also fear what the British Ministry might try to do if the vaults remain there. I am prepared
to attend to any issues, if discovered, with you and to dedicate my time to making sure his finances
are in order.” Bartok pulled out the stack of documents from his briefcase, handing them over to
his manager.

“Mr. Claremore, if you would, please, introduce your ward?” Helix prompted as he shuffled
through the documents. He did, however, stare at Harry curiously over the top of the paper and saw
that the boy’s head was tilted slightly to the side.

“Of course, Helix, if I may introduce Harry James Potter,” Bartok said as Harry blushed from his
seat.

The Goblin’s head snapped up, rapidly scrutinizing Bartok’s face for truthfulness before examining
Harry. Bartok was relieved Harry had yet to regain his sight as Helix had a penetrating gaze that
even he struggled not to fidget under.

“Bartok, you mean that you have brought me an heir of a most ancient and noble house? You do
not know the profit and standing such an account would grace me with. You honor me with your
confidence in my ability to oversee these accounts and to assure your ward profits from this
arrangement.” Bartok barely noticed it, but Helix swallowed thickly. Goblins prized their own
abilities to bring both their clients and themselves profit. So for the Claremore clan to agree with
that assessment and show such trust meant a lot to him.

While creature clans usually had a good amount of money, they had nothing compared to the
ancient houses. Since most families that old were wizarding and only had a few children, they
didn’t have to spend as much money as creature clans. Because of that, through the years they
amassed larger quantities of gold. Creatures used to have such wealthy lines, but after The Purge,
almost all of the excess money families had was donated to rebuilding their world. After that, the
birth rates had increased by far, which left no one the ability to build the wealth they had once
held. The only creature families that had any form of notable wealth were those with large bonding
circles since everyone had the ability to build upon everyone else’s incomes. That, or those who
were part of the royal families. The royal families were all part of the elder council, but they didn't
receive wages for that, what they were rich in was artifacts. They were the protectors of each race’s
history. They made sure the old traditions and cultures continued while still allowing for the
integration from others and innovation. They were the bridge between the future and the past.
While they still occupied their traditional castle, they were mostly used as learning and cultural
centers.

So for their family to so readily offer Helix, a rather low-level account manager, the opportunity to
take over what was sure to be a large account showed their trust in him. Helix offered a strong nod
before getting back to business

“Let’s get the process started then. Young Potter, the adoption is solely your choice and, while it
would be an honor to be your account manager, I want to make sure this is your choice.” Helix
remained professional. Like all creatures, children were infinitely precious to Goblins. So Helix
would do everything in his power to make sure that this was what the child wanted. He wasn’t
worried about the Claremores being anything but loving, caring parents to the young one.

Harry spoke up, voice soft, “Yes… I want to be part of their family.”

Helix pulled out an inkwell and quill. “First, we will need to verify your identity through blood
parchment. Mr. Potter, I need to have Mr. Claremore cut a small incision on your fingertip and then
press the blood from the wound onto a piece of paper.” Helix explained, handing a dagger over to
Bartok, while Harry held out his hand trustingly. Bartok kissed his forehead before gently slicing
Harry’s finger, guiding the bloody tip to the center of the parchment.

The parchment glowed, blood swirling into words before settling back down. Before Bartok could
get a good look at it Helix snatched it from the desk and glanced over it, his grin growing wider
and showing his many pointed teeth, as he went to read it. Anna reached over to heal the tip of
Harry’s finger.

Helix reached the bottom of the page and looked up, “The Blood Line test confirms you as the
Potter heir and more.” Helix handed over the parchment for Bartok to read.

Full Name: Hadrian James Potter

Father: James Charlus Potter

Mother: Lily Marie Tenko - Adopted name Evans

Heir to Paternal Lines: Potter, Peverell

Heir to Maternal Lines: Le Fay, Ravenclaw

Named Heir: Black, Gaunt, Lupin

“His mother was adopted?” Bartok asked, shocked by the results.

“What?! My mother was adopted?” Harry exclaimed, turning towards Bartok, eyes confused, but
unfocused and ears laying back flat while his tail curled tightly to his body. Bartok rubbed soothing
circles into the boy’s back, realizing he had read the paper out loud.

Tears were welling in the boy’s eyes and Bartok didn’t know what was wrong or how to make it
better. All he could do was pull Harry into his chest, holding him tight in hopes to protect him from
the world. Bartok looked up, glancing around the room at his mates as he wondered if any of them
knew what was going on, but they all seemed just as confused. He then peered at Helix, but the
Goblin just looked uncomfortable with all the emotions. Though he looked like if he knew what
caused the young sub's distress he would gladly smash it with the war ax upon his wall.

Harry couldn’t help sobbing; he wanted to sink into the warmth and protection Bartok offered and
to never leave. His entire world had just shattered. When he had begged Dumbledore to let him
stay during his first year Dumbledore had explained that he was able to erect blood wards around
Privet Drive because of his mother’s sacrifice. If anything happened Harry would at least have
protection from the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters. Harry had asked if they could move the
wards, but Dumbledore informed him they were anchored in Petunia and Dudley, and the blood
Harry shared with them, and that was the reason Harry grew up there and could not leave.

Now that all came crashing down around him like a tsunami. It was all a lie. Harry wanted to shut
down. He wanted to give up. Once he found out about the blood wards, the fact had comforted
him. It was like his mother was still protecting him beyond the grave. Knowing her magic lingered
there gave him solace during the many beatings.

His face was gently lifted from its hiding place. A forehead pressed against him and large hands
cradling his head. “Oh, Harry, I am so sorry,” Bartok whispered, waving off the rest of the clan.

Harry just sniffled, lungs feeling tight.

Anna handed Bartok a calming draught from her ever-present healer’s bag. Harry sipped it down
when he received it, calming down enough to rest silently on Bartok’s chest. They all sat a while in
silence, both to collect themselves and to allow the calming draught to set in completely.

It was Helix who restarted the conversation. “Yes, it seems that the late Lady Potter was adopted.”

David spoke up, “Tenko, that’s the name of the royal Kitsuné clan.”

Helix nodded in confirmation. “They have never left their realm and since Lady Potter would have
also been Lady Le Fay if she took this test, I assume she was a descendant of Morgan Le Fay and
Jirou Tenko. Morgan discovered the portal to the Kitsuné realm during her travels. There she fell in
love with Jirou, who was second in line to the Tenko throne. They were wed after only four months
and then traveled back to her home in Cornwall on Earth. While she and her eldest daughter kept
their last name, the rest of the family took the Tenko name. Their family was known for having
many children. Unfortunately, a large number of them died during the Purge. Once the Tenkos
found out what was happening, they were quick to raise arms. Worse, the whole extended family
lived in a town they had built themselves. Only Bartok is old enough to remember, but 36 years
ago a fire blazed out of control. Nearly 1000 people lost their lives that night. It’s still a mystery
how the fire started and why it couldn’t be stopped. You would have heard of it as the Tintagel
Castle Fire.”

The whole clan nodded, remembering it from their History lessons. And while it had been a
horrible tragedy, everyone but David, who was an avid history buff, didn’t think of it as more than
a school lesson. Now, however, they were all going over the main points in their head. Now it
mattered and they wanted to be able to tell Harry about his family history, even if it had just
become more tragic than before.

“So I still have family?” When Harry whispered from his place against the strong chest everyone
was shocked; they thought he fell asleep.

Helix spoke up before anyone else could. “While your mother bore the Tenko name no one of that
name married into the family since Jirou himself. That is why your mother didn’t inherit as a
Kitsuné. The creature blood is so diluted it is rare for members to go through an inheritance. They
did, however, marry into many other creature bloodlines. When all your direct family on your
mother’s side died in the fire, it was believed no one in the family survived, but your mother
disproved that.”

Harry’s face fell and before Bartok could wrap him back within his warmth Issy plucked the boy
up, annoyed with not being able to touch him in his time of need. “Oh, Harry, baby, I am so sorry
you had to find out this way. If you want, we can go pay our respects at their graves.”

Harry nodded. Because of the potion he couldn’t shed the tears he wanted to. “Can we go to my…
to my parents as well? I don’t know where they are but…”

They all felt shocked at that. They knew the abuse was bad, but to not even give Harry the chance
to meet his parents just made them all hate the Dursleys more.
“Honey, of course, we can,” Issy reassured the boy, tears brimming in her own eyes; hand clenched
into Harry’s emerald green shirt.

“Can we… Can I… Can I become part of your family now?” Harry asked, nerves obvious in his
voice and manners. Clearly, he wanted to change the topic and still wasn’t confident in the fact that
they truly wanted to adopt him.

Lyle was the one to speak up, tone fond and eyes soft. “You are already part of our family, you're
our son, this is just to make sure the world knows it too.”

For the first time in their acquaintance Bartok saw Helix smile. It wasn’t the feral smile the Goblin
gave when he scented blood or when he was about to make money. It expressed only fondness. It
was so strange yet horrifying that Bartok wanted to pick up all his clanmates and son, and then fly
them to safety, screaming in terror all the way.

“First, since young Mr. Potter is unable to see, one of you will need to make a vow to magic that
this is a basic adoption contract and there are no hidden clauses. After that, I will need all the
adults to sign their names in the parent’s sections.” Helix laid the paperwork out.

“Harry, I just want to ask one more time- is this what you want to do? We will not be upset if you
have changed your mind or if you need more time. All we want is for you to be happy.” Bartok
needed to ask one more time for both his and Harry’s comfort.

“I’m sure,” Harry barely waited for Bartok to finish speaking before responding so quickly that his
words slurred. His slender fingers were intertwined with Issy’s in a death grip. Despite his worry,
there was a subtle flair of hope and longing in his eyes.

Bartok took Harry’s other hand, grounding them both while he started his oath. “I, Bartok
Enivwenaye Claremore, vow on my life and magic, that this document is to finalize your adoption
and only your adoption. It is a standard contract with no subcategories. Its only purpose is to make
you a legal member of the Claremore clan as our son. I vow that there is no trickery here and that
we want to take care of you to the best of our ability. So mote it be.” He vowed. He allowed the
magic to judge him before settling against his skin.

Because Bartok would be struck down if he lied about wanting to take care of him Harry trusted
them all the more.

“Is this acceptable, Mr. Potter?” When Harry gave a quiet yes, Helix continued. He placed the
documents in front of the boy, laying a quill on top of the stack. Helix had the forethought to
supply the young boy with a self-inking quill. “You will have to sign a few times, but Mr.
Claremore will read the document to you so you know what you are signing. Remember young
Harry, you must always read contracts thoroughly before signing.”

Bartok read the paper, pointing out the places where Harry needed to initial or give his signature as
he went, guiding Harry’s hand to the correct places. Once all the adults signed in their designated
places and Helix signed as witness the contract glowed golden before rolling itself up. He then
sealed it with golden wax with the Gringotts crest.

“Mr. Potter, will you be taking the last name Claremore?” Helix asked nonchalantly, not wanting
to set off the boy again.

Harry went rigid on his perch on Issy’s lap, his eyes wild with fear. “I…”

Anna cut him off while Issy hugged him close. She used a voice synonymous with worried
patients about to have a major procedure. “Harry, we understand if you want to keep your last
name, it’s a link to your birth parents and we would never ask you to get rid of it.”

Harry relaxed into Issy’s grasp, resting back against Issy’s soft chest.

“We are sorry we had to rush this Harry. We would have all wanted to wait for this to at least
happen after your eyesight returned. We wanted to give you more time to get to know us and be
more comfortable in our care. But, we feared for your safety if we didn’t do this as soon as
possible. The British Ministry is looking for any way to get their hands on you and we didn’t want
to take the risk.” David explained why the process had been so rushed.

David was always the one in the clan who tried to make everyone have all the information needed
to make informed decisions. It was just part of his nature, he couldn’t stand ignorance or
miscommunication when he could so easily fix it. Bartok was sure David would be the one to take
the lead with Harry’s education, to help him study and catch up with school standards if he was
behind.

“The last thing I need to ask is if you want me to be your account manager. While you are still
underage and your parents technically are the ones responsible for that decision, I would still prefer
to have your approval.” Helix enquired.

Harry only nodded his approval, still too emotional to try to speak.

“Then I now pronounce you as Hadrian James Potter of the Claremore Clan.” Helix gave a small
smile.

Lyle jumped up, hands in the air and excitedly shouted, “It’s a boy!” Running around the room
hugging everyone before getting to Harry and lifting him up by the armpits, spinning him around
and kissing his cheeks over dramatically. His over-the-top display worked, having them all
laughing and Harry’s tail wagging in excitement, his laughter magical.

“And he’s the cutest boy in the entire world! My boy! I’m a mum,” Issy said as tears of joy flowed
down her face when she took Harry back from Lyle. Needing him in her arms to confirm this was
real. She was only a few inches taller than Harry so it was slightly ridiculous to see her clutching
him in her arms like a teddy bear. Harry tolerated it with a smile on his face, tail still swishing back
and forth. “I would love it if you call me mum! I will love and take care of you forever, I swear it,
Harry.”

“I love you too… mum,” Harry whispered back, finally wrapping his arms around her neck.

Helix broke into their sap fest. “I will begin the requisition of your vault at once, and then we will
audit the vaults. I will move all the vaults to this branch to make sure they are out of the British
Ministry's reach. Would you like all the vaults to be combined? You can not do this with the heir
vaults since you are only an heir, they both have active lords.”

“I don’t know how the economics in the wizarding world work, let alone how to manage what I
have. What would you recommend, sir?” Harry switched over to business mode, wanting to get
past all the emotions.

“The only benefit to you is that there will be less paperwork for you to go over monthly if we
combine the vaults. Your Lordships, which you can claim on your seventeenth birthday, will
remain separate so there is no need to worry about that. When you regain your eyesight, I ask you
to come back to claim your heir rings and to discuss appointing a proxy to the Wizengamot. Until
you do so you only have access to your trust vault.” Harry took a few seconds to think it over
before agreeing to Helix’s suggestion. He figured that, since he knew nothing about how to
manage a household, doing anything to make it easier on himself was a good idea.

Helix took down some notes. “I will have my people get started on this and I will send Bartok
daily updates to read to you, Mr. Potter. As your father and as the one who takes care of your
clan’s finances, he is to educate you on your economic and political responsibilities. However,
young Potter, remember that I am your account manager and my top priority is protecting your
interests so feel free to ask me any questions you have at any time.”

After a few more pieces of paperwork were filled out, farewells were bid and the Claremores left
the bank. It was nearing lunchtime and Harry seemed to be drifting again. Bartok was carrying him
when he suggested they stop for lunch.

“Yes, we should, since Harry is due to take his potions soon. Luckily I brought a pepper-up with
me or, if Harry wants, he can sleep while we pick out some new clothes for him.” They walked
over to their favorite small cafe near the bank. Harry settled between Lyle and David which Issy
pouted at, whispering a ‘no fair’ under her breath, Lyle just laughed about it sticking out his tongue
and ruffling Harry’s hair and ears. The latter twitched wildly as they tried to get the fur back in
place, but the boy didn’t complain and just had a dopey smile on his face.

Harry dozed while they waited for their food while everyone spoke quietly about plans to take
Harry to the Potter Mausoleum. They needed to find out where it was first though. They also
needed to remember to check the vaults to see if James and Lily sat for a portrait before their
deaths. They all really hoped so, so that both Harry and his parents could get some closure. They
also wanted Harry to know them and to have them to go to for advice.

Very few people knew the true nature of moving portraits, but David did through his work and had
told his mates about it. They worked through necromancy and, while it was a completely benign
form of necromancy, it still had such a bad name that the making of portraits would be outlawed if
it were widely known. People only found out about this true nature once they died. At that time
they had the option to use their portrait or not. Very few people choose not to because with death
came an understanding of how this branch of magic worked and the knowledge that it was in no
way harmful.

The Peverell family had been known for invention and necromancy above all else and it was the
work of generations to make the bridge between life and death. They worked as a two-way mirror
between life and death. Spirits could step in front of their side of the portrait and be seen on the
other. Part of the contract to make any portrait was to agree that the person would not try to reveal
the makings or workings. When you saw a portrait sleeping the spirit was just away from their
side, but since time progressed differently behind the veil, spirits seemed to always be available.

When their food finally arrived, the smell of freshly baked sourdough made all their mouths water.
It was even enough to rouse Harry from his nap. The bread was sitting in the middle of the table,
fresh butter and olive oil on the side along with all their entrees.

Throughout lunch, Issy prattled on about how excited she was to show Harry around Terradore.
She made sure to slip the words ‘my son’ into everything she could. Each time she did Harry
would stop eating his grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup to beam across the table at her.
After they finished eating Harry took his potions without complaint, by now used to the routine.
Now content and full he fell asleep in Bartok’s arms snoring softly, somehow completely ignoring
the noise of the bustling street.

Issy’s friend Abigail Ray owned her own clothing shop, Ray Designs, that they made their way to.
Issy had mailed her a few days before, and the woman had been eager to help them fill Harry’s
wardrobe. After they quickly measured the younger sub they allowed him to go back to sleep in
Bartok’s lap where he sat on the couch in the fitting room. Anna and Issy informed Abigail of their
expectations for Harry’s growth on his new diet and potions. While the three women debated on
color and cut, Bartok tuned them out, only focussing enough to hum when asked a question. Out of
the corner of his eye, the Draken saw his other two mates sneak out of the store the traitors.

Adjustments would have to be made for Harry’s tail, but luckily, in Terradore, tails were rather
common. Bartok was relaxing back into the plush couch, running his fingers through Harry’s wild
locks when he heard Issy say, “Maybe fourteen formal robes?” His head snapped over, giving her
the ‘don’t you dare’ stare, but she wasn’t paying attention. He had to speak up and give the girls a
limit; five outfits, a few pairs of underwear and one pair of sleepwear. Bartok had to remind her
that they would come back once again when his vision returned so he could make his own choices.
After that she happily agreed to his terms.

It took the girls about an hour to decide on the outfits and sleepwear, arguing the pros and cons of
each set of clothing. Their clashing senses of fashion made the decision hard, but they finally
agreed on the basic clothing with the promise of dressing Harry up to their heart’s content when he
had his eyesight back. Ray promised Issy that she would draw up some special designs to fit
Harry’s body type and coloring by their next visit.

When they exited the store Bartok carried Harry, who was still fast asleep, in a bridal carry, where
they found Lyle and David leaning against the outside wall. They both had a collection of bags
surrounding their feet with the label “Tournikay’s Toy Emporium” in screaming neon colors on
them. Tournikay’s was a large toy store in the area geared towards adolescents and teenagers,
known for their complex and imaginative toys and devices. Issy laughed at the both of them, they
had far more bags than she did though they both always said they hated shopping. “Leave it to you
two to sneak off to a toy store!” Issy teased, pulling them both into a side hug.

David blushed, but Lyle just grinned unabashedly and crooned, “Had to get our son some fun stuff!
All kids need to have fun. I got him some cool things to play with. But, David here-” He pointed
his thumb over at his mate, “got him a bag full of books. He’s trying to turn our son into a
bookworm!” Lyle teased, causing David to blush further, Lyle’s pupils went wide with lust. “You
know, David, that blush looks superb on you. I always like to redden you up a bit, when we get
home I’ll have to see how red I can get you.” Lyle nipped at David’s neck, leaving a pink bruise
there, before dancing out of reach over to Anna’s side.

“All right you two, enough now. I have to make a stop at the clinic so I’ll see you at home for
dinner.” Anna shared a kiss with each of them, Lyle being a little more aggressive than all the rest,
and one placed on Harry’s cheek before she popped away.

Bartok shook his head in amusement. He always enjoyed the antics of his mates. “Let’s get going,
we have to get Harry to bed and his new belongings unpacked.” All four adults made their way to
the public floo, juggling their many bags, in The Prancing Unicorn pub. Issy tumbled her way out
of the floo in their receiving room, landing on her rump with Harry’s new clothes surrounding her.
They all laughed at her predicament even as the elemental giggled at herself. Tiptop popped in
without being called and scolded them for the mess they had made in her house. She gathered up
Harry’s clothing, informing them she would wash them and place them in the teen’s closet when
done.

They all couldn’t help but smile at where the House-Elf had disappeared. Tiptop had always been
the motherly type; she had been Issy’s nurse elf and had watched the young one grow into a strong
woman. However, the elf had been most excited to help raise more children; she was devastated
after the accident. But, now with Harry as part of the family, she couldn’t help but dote on the
 young sub. When Issy swore that it seemed like Tiptop loved Harry more than her the House-Elf
had appeared, hands on her hips, and glared at Issy until she started blushing.

Bartok laid Harry onto his bed, the boy waking as it jostled him. Lyle walked over, complex puzzle
box in hand. “Harry, I got you a special gift to celebrate your adoption. I figure it could give you
something to stimulate your mind while you recover.” Lyle set the box on Harry’s lap, letting him
feel the sanded wood. Harry gasped in surprise as he wondered what was inside. The calming
draught had obviously worn off because a few tears dropped onto the new puzzle.

“Th-thank you so much. I barely ever get gifts…” Harry croaked around the lump in his throat,
swallowing hard. “Dudley had so many, but I wasn’t allowed to even touch them. I did once and-”
He cut himself off, turning away from where he thought they were all standing. “Thank you, thank
you so much… I love it. Thank you, Pops…”

All four adults almost broke down themselves. The young boy’s response to something so simple
as receiving a gift shocked them all. They still couldn’t believe the depths of depravity the Dursleys
had fallen to, each new thing they learned about the horrid muggles fueled their anger.

Lyle and Issy crawled into bed, bracketing the boy on each side holding him as he cried himself to
sleep, his face hidden once more in his soft blanket, the box sitting neatly on the side of his bed.
David and Bartok watched on worriedly. They both wish that the Auror’s hadn’t found those
disgusting muggles so that they could rip them to shreds themselves. While the three of them on
the bed slept Bartok headed to his office, needing the work to distract him from his thoughts of
murder. While David distracted himself by putting away the books and games that he and Lyle
bought today. The empty white oak bookshelf was soon filling up with information books and
fantasy alike; he hoped Harry would enjoy them once his eyesight returned.

All he wanted was for Harry to find happiness and he would do everything in his power to make
sure it happened.

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Harry snuggled into the soft pillow on his equally soft bed. It was the tenth day since he was
rescued from the Dursleys and the first full day of being a Claremore. The smile that graced his
face cracked his slightly chapped lips, but he didn’t mind, too content to care. He yawned and
emerged from the pile of blankets that surrounded him, rubbing his face and listening to the noises
in the room. The soft breathing across the room let him know he wasn’t alone, “Morning!” Harry
called out cheerfully, feeling more energized than he had his whole time here.

There was a loud thump and grunt as Lyle fell from the couch. He slurred out, “I’m awake,” with a
groan. Harry chortled, trying to imagine his pops being so clumsy, he just wished he knew what his
parents looked like.

“Harry? You’re up early,” Lyle mumbled, still half asleep as he made his way over to the bed.
When he got there he flopped down beside Harry and pulled the boy onto his chest.

Harry squeaked before he laughed some more and answered. “I’m used to waking up early, plus I
went to bed early yesterday.” He pressed his ear against Lyle’s chest, listening to his steady
heartbeat and deep breaths. Just relaxing as his dad drifted, every once in a while waking a little to
rub up and down Harry’s back.

He wished he could enjoy this longer, but his bladder was protesting, “Pops” he warned.

Lyle just hummed softly, resuming his rubbing of Harry’s back. Pulling Harry a little tighter into
his hard chest, but his sharp hipbone dug into Harry’s stomach, causing him to wince.

“Dad!” He whined, trying to squirm out of the tight arms.

Lyle jolted awake, disturbing Harry as he sat up swiftly, pushing the boy almost behind him. His
eyes were bleary as he almost yelled, “Don’t you dare hurt my son!” Words slurred and wings
bursting through his skin. They were arched defensively, trying to appear bigger to scare the
unknown threat.

Harry couldn’t help it, he started to roll around laughing, Lyle’s feathers tickling him as he did,
causing him to howl in mirth.

“Harry?” Lyle asked, now confused and concerned. He first examined the room for threats,
finding none only to look down at his son, who for the first time since they met was crying in glee
rather than sadness.

“Oh, god, I have to pee! Stop it! Stop it!” Harry wheezed, trying to bat away the large black
feathers. Lyle pulled his wings back in, not wanting his son to be embarrassed if he accidentally
relieved himself. Harry gulped in air like there was a limited supply, face red and eyes shining with
both amusement and tears.

Lyle couldn’t help his sappy smile. This was the first time he had seen the young boy so happy and
he would be sure to put the memory in a pensive for all his mates to see. He knew Issy would want
pictures of the look on Harry’s face for the scrapbook she was already working on.

“Why you little devil! You took at least five years off my life,” Lyle joked, wanting to keep that
smile on Harry’s face for as long as possible. He lifted the boy up, twirling around as he made his
way to the restroom, his son continuing his sweet giggles.

“Here we are!” Lyle sang as he placed the boy in front of the toilet before leaving the room to fetch
Harry’s clothing for the day and grab the drops for his ears. Every day that passed the extra pair of
ears was becoming less sensitive, but Lyle would follow Anna’s orders to the letter. She had told
them all that even if he seemed okay when he first woke up, without the drops, he would develop a
headache as the day went on.

Lyle quickly got the boy dressed and dosed with his morning medications. “Ready to go down for
breakfast?”

Harry blushed and shyly asked, “Can I bring my gift?”

Lyle beamed, glad the young boy loved the present he picked out the day before. As soon as he
was in reach, Harry grabbed it up, clutching it tightly within his arms, as if scared it would be
taken away from him. Lyle couldn’t wait until the day when Harry’s abuse was nothing but a
memory.

Lyle tried to block out the thoughts, trying to live in the moment. He swung Harry over his
shoulder, causing him to laugh once more. “You know you make an excellent impression of a sack
of potatoes.”

Bartok was sitting at the table, newspaper, and coffee in hand, just like Lyle suspected he would
be. Out of all his mates, Bartok slept the least, so if anyone woke from a nightmare, he was the one
to go to, always welcoming anyone in the clan to come for cuddles.

“Good morning, Harry, Lyle. The two of you are up early,” Bartok greeted, the corner of his dark
eyes crinkling up in pleasure. Harry heard the turning of the thin paper.

“Good morning, Papa, will you read me the paper when you have time?” Harry said distractedly as
he was placed in his chair, wiggling around to try to get situated. The young boy didn’t hear the
sharp intake of Bartok’s breath, nor did he see the fact the older man went slack-jawed, plush lips
falling open in a perfect ‘O’ but Lyle did. Lyle watched as his oldest mate tried to gather himself
together, teeth clicking together harshly and Adam's apple bobbing with the hard swallow. A single
tear ran down his espresso skin.

“Of course, I can, Harry, how about after breakfast?”

Lyle ignored it, knowing the other man wouldn’t want it brought up at this time, so he just focused
on making both Harry and himself a plate each. Their son nodded and then happily munched on his
banana, moving on to his sunny-side-up eggs.

“An owl delivered a letter for you today. It’s your Hogwarts letter. We haven’t had a chance to
speak about your school yet but, as you know, the British wizarding community, for the most part,
is narrow-minded. The Ministry knows you have come into a creature inheritance and somehow a
law proposal showed up on the docket without any prior indication of it coming up. Normally there
is a six-month waiting period for any non-emergency law to be read over by all members of the
Wizengamot. But, somehow this showed up shortly after Dumbledore, and the Minister found out
you had been removed from your relatives. I spent the last few days reading over it and while on
the surface it seems benign, hidden within it is a law with a very specific set of circumstances that
would only come into play in a situation like yours. In fact, I am sure that this law is targeted
specifically at you as it states that any underage wizard or witch born in Britain and raised by
muggles who goes through a creature inheritance must then be placed in Ministry custody until
appropriate guardians are found and assigned by the Ministry.

“I have contacted all the trusted members of the Wizengamot to show them the hidden
implications, they are all furious and planning to vote against it. But, I don’t know how it will turn
out, so we are uncomfortable with the thought of you going to Hogwarts.” Bartok almost ranted,
letting Harry know how worried he really was even if the older man’s voice was steady. That more
than anything made Harry’s mind up about the situation. He was also worried about Dumbledore,
now knowing that the Phoenix he called Fawkes was trapped somehow.

“I don’t think going back to Hogwarts would be a good idea either. Though I will miss all the
friends I have made…” While his conviction was sure, he was still sad that he would have to leave
Fred, George, and Neville behind. Over the time he had been within the Claremore house he’d
begun questioning his friendship with Ron and Hermione. If he was honest, he had actually been
questioning it for years. There were many things that he didn’t like about Ron. He could be cruel
and unthinking. On top of that, he would become jealous if Harry tried to spend time with anyone
else, even his older brothers. Ron also didn’t approve of Harry trying to study or appreciate
Hermione trying to help him with school work even after the two became friends.

The biggest problem Harry had with his redheaded friend is that he didn’t appreciate his family.
There had been a few times when he had commented that he wanted to trade lives with Harry, both
because of the fame and money instead of cherishing the family that the dark-haired boy was so
jealous of. When Ron had first said it, Harry had walked to his bed calmly before crying his eyes
out. Neville had seen his distress and followed him, holding him as he cried. It was then that
Neville admitted that his own parents were stuck in the Janus Thickey Ward. Once explained to
him, Harry’s view of the other boy changed utterly.

Harry could never be as strong as Neville. He couldn’t imagine having his parents, but not having
them even recognizing him. For Neville to keep hope that one day they would be healed, shocked
Harry. When he asked how the other boy could handle it all Neville said was, “Well, you have to
don’t you?”

Ron aside, Hermione had her own problems. She didn’t believe that Harry could know anything
more than her and he learned to hold his tongue because Harry knew that if he got better grades
than her, he would be accused of cheating. Hermione also had the tendency to hit, which always
made him flinch. She also never talked about her parents, but always tried to pry into his life, even
when he told her that he didn’t want to talk about it.

Harry was used to holding back his grades though. He used to be beaten if he got anything above
barely passing during primary and secondary school. Dudley had also forced him to do his
homework, which at first had been hard since his cousin was two years older. However, the school
library was his safe haven so it became easier to handle the older boy’s classwork.

The only reason he had tried so hard to keep their friendship was that Ron had been the first friend
he ever had. He was also petrified of being hated.

Bartok broke into his anxious thoughts. “We will do everything in our power to make sure you
don’t lose your friends. They can come to our house or you can go out to meet them.”

This relieved Harry, to know he could still have his friends, and it made the thought of starting a
new school less daunting. “So where would I go?”

Lyle spoke up for the first time since they sat down for breakfast. “Well, we all went to The
Ouroboros Institute of Magic, it is an excellent school that offers many courses to choose from. Far
more than Hogwarts does. David, however, was born in America, as you could probably tell from
his accent, and went to Ilvermorny. It’s also a good school, but they have a tiny creature population
and don’t offer the same range of courses and activities that Ouroboros does. However, if you wish
to look into other schools, we will support you. But, there are a few schools that we wouldn’t allow
you to attend because of either their subpar education system or view on creatures. We want the
best for you and don’t want to worry about your safety.”

While Lyle was obviously biased towards his own alma mater he tried his hardest not to show it
and allow Harry the option to choose for himself. “Can you tell me more about Ouroboros?”

Bartok spoke, sounding happy that Harry wanted to know more about his old school. “The institute
is in Terradore. First, you need to know that the education system in Terradore is much different
from any magical school on earth. It is much closer to that of the muggle system. From ages five to
nine children are in primary school. At that point, all school days are only in session until two p.m.
since many families take the time after classes to teach about family history or other things they
find important. During those five years, school is focused on muggle subjects: math, science,
writing, and reading.”

Harry was surprised to find that out since he was so used to the thought of purebloods hating
muggles or thinking they had nothing to offer. Even the Weasleys, at least Ron and Ginny, thought
like that. Harry knew the twins often snuck out to the muggle town near their home to learn what
they could, spending whole days in the small library there. Percy, like their Father, asked Harry
about the non-magical world when the younger two and Molly weren’t around. During the time
Harry spent at the Burrow, he would often go out to Arthur’s shed and explain the items that the
older man collected to the best of his ability. Percy and the twins would join them occasionally.

“Then from ages ten to twelve the basics of history, magic, and magical theory are taught, these are
all full days. After that, you join Ouroboros until you are eighteen. Ouroboros isn’t a boarding
school so you will be coming home every day.”

Harry was happy to find that out, he had just found a family who cared about him and let him
become part of it. So knowing he wouldn’t be sent away if he went to his parent’s alma mater was
enough for him not to want to look further. Hermione had once gone on a research spree on the
other magical schools and had reported that they were all boarding schools. Where, at the time, he
had been grateful for that now he couldn’t stand the thought.

“After you finish Ouroboros, you have the option to go to the Merlin Magical University or the
Arthur Technical University. They are sister schools that share a campus. Merlin advances general
knowledge in every subject, but if you go to Arthur, you only focus on subjects that will further
your career path. After that, you can continue on to the Morgan Mastery Program. You can only
gain mastery in Terradore if you invent a few things or greatly expand upon the knowledge of your
given subject.” Bartok finished the explanation of the levels of education.

Harry was a bit confused, so he spoke up to ask his question. “Wait, why would they be named
after Merlin, Arthur, and Morgan? Shouldn’t they be named after famous creatures?”

Bartok moved, taking the seat next to him. “Ah, you see both Merlin and Arthur were creatures,
Merlin was a Phoenix and Arthur was a Griffin. They were bondmates and are to this day in an
enchanted sleep. Legend says they will only wake during our greatest time of need. Many,
however, don’t believe this since they didn’t wake during The Purge. Personally, I believe the
legends, but the thought also scares me. I don’t want to think of what could be worse than what we
have already experienced. The two universities named after them surround the Mausoleum that
houses their sleeping bodies. There are also rumors that Merlin is much older than anyone could
ever believe, and that he was the one to construct the portals between worlds and that was how he
died before being reborn as a Phoenix.”

Harry was enraptured, wanting to know more and more about this world he found himself in.
Before Hogwarts, he always loved history, but the boring, ghost-taught class at Hogwarts had
stamped that love out. But, now he was finding that passion again. “What about Morgan?”

“Well, Harry,” David suddenly said from the doorway, causing Harry to jump in surprise. David
then gave him a kiss on the forehead and sat to make a plate of food before continuing. “Out of the
three, Morgan was the only sole human. However, during her life, she took on at least three
hundred apprentices. That’s more than any master before or after. It is still unknown how she did
this since she only started teaching at seventy-four when she stopped having children and died at
167. However, from my research, I believe she accomplished this by some form of Time-Turner.
You see, during Morgan’s youth she came upon a woman being attacked by a group of bandits.
Morgan was quick to jump in to defend the woman, but it was too late, an iron dagger was lodged
in her chest. The stress put the woman into labor. At first, Morgan didn’t know what to do. She
could try to save the woman’s life or the child’s if she didn’t act quick both would die. The woman
made the decision for her, begging an oath from Morgan that she would do everything in her power
to keep the child alive.

“Morgan was a slave for a large portion of her younger years, but through all her time as one, many
other children were captured. She gave up every opportunity she had to escape to save the others. It
wasn’t until Morgan was in her early twenties that she was able to kill all her captures, making sure
they could never hurt anyone else. Because of this, she had an overwhelming fondness for children.
She swore the oath and delivered a healthy baby girl. The mother only lasted long enough to name
her child, Titania, before she passed. Morgan took both the child and the body back to her home,
the castle she had been held captive in. She buried the mother and raised the small child.

“At the time, she didn’t know the surname of the child nor her own. She started calling the young
girl Titania Le Fey, and soon she too became known by that name. Years later a strange man came
to her home, claiming the girl as his. Morgan, of course, was wary until he showed her a portrait of
his wife, the same woman Morgan had so long ago met. She, however, could not stand the thought
of giving up the girl she saw as her own blood. So the man gave her a gift. Morgan was unaware,
until much later, that he was the Seelie King and that the young girl she was taking care of would
one day be Queen.”

“It is still unknown what the gift was, I assume it was some sort of portable portal to the Seelie
realm, but Morgan continued her role of mother to the young girl for the rest of her life. Titania was
never again seen on earth, but Morgan was and traveled the world for years. It wasn’t until she met
her husband, Jirou, that she moved back to her castle. Ever since the experience with Titania and
her mother, Morgan’s life goal was to never be put in a position of having to choose who to save.
She devoted her life to becoming a healer. So when she started taking on apprentices, that's what
she taught. She believed that the more healers there were, the less death there would be. In her
lifetime, she created the cure for many diseases and wounds that were thought to be fatal. She
passed her knowledge freely, only asking an oath from her student. That oath, now called the
Hippocratic Oath, is still used today by all healers before they start their schooling. That is why
the Mastery program is named after her.”

In all the books he had read about the Arthurian legend Morgan was always depicted as a villain,
so he had been wary of finding out he was the Le Fey heir, but now that Harry knew all this he was
honored to be able to call her family. “I would like to go to Ouroboros if that’s okay.”

“Of course, Harry, I am sure you will enjoy your time there,” Lyle commented, placing another
piece of toast with jam into Harry’s hand. “Also, I’m not sure if you remember, but I suggested you
consider growing out your hair some to help manage it. I wanted to know if you still like that
idea?”

“Yes, please, Pops,” Harry said between bites.

“Sounds like a plan! Now, Bartok, what do we have planned today?” Lyle questioned.

More papers shuffled next to him, “I have a meeting with Helix. Anna was called into the clinic
early and will be gone for most of the day. Issy left for a class with her master. That leaves you and
David to entertain Harry for the day, just try not to get into too much trouble.” Bartok lightly
teased, getting up to say his goodbyes.

Harry guffawed, trying to hide it in the last bite of his toast.

“What? Us? Trouble… No?! Bartok, you wound me! The three of us would never cause any
trouble, right, Harry?” Harry heard a whack, followed by a low whine from his Pops. His hair was
ruffled, and then Bartok left for the day.

“Now that the old fuddy-duddy is gone, what type of trouble should we get into?” Lyle asked
conspiratorially. Harry laughed some more as he was heaved over Lyle’s shoulder. “So here’s the
plan…”

Harry sat with his head in David’s lap, listening to his Dad read The Hobbit to him, they were
close to finished and Harry couldn’t wait to get to The Lord of the Rings. He was enjoying his
reading time with his Dad and was always excited when David suggested it. Harry hoped that when
he got his sight back, David would continue to read to him. During his childhood, he had always
bypassed the fiction section in the library, preferring to spend his time reading informational texts.
It was those types of books that would help him escape the Dursleys. At nine, Harry heard about a
boy in the neighborhood who got a full ride to Oxford. Once he understood what that meant, it had
been his goal to get good grades on as many A-Levels as possible. So he had spent as much free
time as possible reading ahead in his studies.

It wasn’t until months later that it was found out that Mr. and Mrs. Taylor bribed their son’s way
into the college. Petunia had been smug for weeks, bringing it up whenever she could. By that
time, though, Harry had already asked Ms. Harris about University scholarships and made getting
one his goal. Ms. Harris had even given him the A-Level study guides her son used. Even after
Harry started attending Hogwarts, he continued his studies in muggle subjects.

He had been surprised when Hermione had offhandedly commented that now she was a witch,
muggle subjects were useless to her. Harry didn't think she could be more wrong. Chemistry and
Biology would help one in Potions, Mathematics in Arithmancy, and muggle Astronomy could
expand upon the knowledge on the Wizarding side of that subject.

So now that he had the chance to really relax, to not have to worry about trying to escape the
Dursleys, he could just lay back and enjoy his new Dad’s soothingly deep voice.

The day had been one to remember and Lyle’s antics kept Harry giggling almost nonstop. David
just stood guard over Harry, holding him, sighing in exasperation whenever Lyle would booby trap
a door or hide something around the house. His Dad would just lean down a little to whisper into
Harry’s furry ears what he thought the other members of their family’s reactions would be.
Apparently, Lyle wasn’t just putting on a show, and this was really something he often did in his
free time.

“It keeps things lively,” David sighed, but Harry wasn’t fooled, they all clearly indulged Lyle’s
whims.

Harry just didn’t dare think of what would happen if the twins and his Pops met. He was worried
the world might implode. If Lyle had access to Fred and George’s amazing products none of them
would ever sleep again. Harry was convinced that if the Weasley twins put their minds to it, they
could take over the world. They were just too smart for their own good at times.

But, Harry couldn’t imagine life without them.

Besides following Lyle around they also went outside for some fresh air, David morphing into a
wolf to wrestle lightly with the other two. They then lay in plush grass, soaking in the sun and
using David’s flank as a pillow. Tiptop brought them out a picnic lunch, only joining them after
Harry begged. At first, she had been reluctant, not used to having so many questions asked.

Harry considered Dobby a good friend, so he didn’t have the same thoughts towards House-Elves
that most magicals did. His love of learning didn’t discriminate, so now provided with another
source of information he soaked it up like a sponge. Harry couldn’t tell, though the two adults
could, but Tiptop was flourishing under the young boy’s attention.

It wasn’t that the Claremores mistreated her, she just preferred to keep her distance. For years they
had tried to get her to join them at meals, but she always said it wasn’t proper before popping
away. Lyle was slightly jealous that Harry had succeeded where they hadn’t, but that quickly
passed. Really, all he wanted was for them to both be happy.

After they were stuffed full they went back inside, getting changed into fresh clothes and retrieving
Harry’s still unsolved box from the dining room. For the last three hours, they had been in Harry’s
room, David reading aloud and Lyle lazing back on the couch.

Harry’s ears twitched, swiveling towards the sound of the door opening. “I’m home! Oh, Harry,
baby, I got you a gift!” Issy jumped onto the bed, landing across both David and Harry’s legs.
Something giant and fuzzy was pushed into his hands, it took Harry a few seconds to realize it was
a pillow which was soon wrapped within his thin arms, its bulk like a shield between him and the
outside world. Issy was rambling once again, but Harry was too busy admiring his new present to
hear her.

“Thank you,” Harry leaned over, hugging Issy’s back, the woman trying to roll over to make the
embrace better, but she was squished under Harry’s weight. “I love you, mum…” He whispered
into her long hair.

After a moment, she finally struggled upwards, David giving her a hand in her efforts. Soon soft
lips were pressing all over the Kitsune’s face, making exaggerated smacking noises with each kiss.
Issy finally pulled back with one last kiss to his forehead to ask, “How was your day? Did you boys
keep yourselves out of trouble?”

Harry hid his mischievous grin in his new pillow, not wanting to give up the game. He wouldn’t be
able to see the mayhem his Pops caused, but he hoped to hear the results.

“It was relaxing,” David drawled, adding a bookmark before closing the story. “Harry and I are
working our way through The Hobbit. We are both enjoying it a lot and will have to pick out more
books together when he can read the summaries for himself. While everyone hates to say it,
judging a book by its cover can sometimes get you interested in a book you would never otherwise
pick up. Anyway, don’t you have homework to get started on, Issy?”

“You’re still in school, Mum?” Harry thought Issy was at least in her thirties if not older, though he
never asked.

“Oh, I’m thirty-three, but I’m currently doing my mastery in healing. I have four years left before I
am considered a full healer. For now, I am just following around a mentor at the hospital and
helping with small things. David here is thirty-eight, but he already has three masteries, the
overachiever. I have no doubt he will continue school through the rest of his life.” Issy said as she
made her way off the bed and towards the couch and coffee table to start her work.

David chuckled, “You are probably correct, I’ll be over eight hundred and still going to school.
There is always something new to learn.” This was the mooniest Harry had heard David be and for
him to love learning so much made Harry excited to learn himself. David soon got back to read
Bilbo’s adventures, dragging them back into the world Tolkien Crafted.

The next time they were interrupted, the door was slammed open while Lyle yelped as he
scrambled to hide under the bed. Both David and Issy were laughing loudly, David leaning over to
describe the scene to Harry. “Don’t kill me, Anna!” Lyle yelled from underneath where Harry sat.
“Come on! It was fun, and Harry enjoyed it! Isn’t that all that matters?!”

Anna’s heavy steps followed Lyle into the room, Harry could imagine flames coming from her
mouth with every threat. Usually, such anger would cause Harry to flinch even if it wasn’t directed
at him, but all he could do was laugh at his Pops.

“I specifically told you no roughhousing until after I gave Harry an all-clear on his bill of health.
Don’t think you can hide under there forever!” Her heels clicked as she swiveled on the spot,
finger-wagging at the other man on the bed. “David, you were supposed to keep Lyle out of
trouble! You are the responsible one! You were supposed to discourage his childish behavior!
Honestly, roughhousing with Harry, you’re both supposed to be parental figures.”

David tensed next to him, but Harry could tell Anna wasn’t actually mad, she was just worried. So
he spoke up to stand up for his fathers. He sat up straight and put on his most convincing tone.
“They weren’t rough at all Ma, it was more like just rolling in the grass with the occasional tickle.
The worst thing that happened was that we got dirty. I promise I am fine, and they didn’t let me
walk anywhere. Lyle's right we had a lot of fun!”

Anna deflated with a sigh, “All right, Harry, I’ll let it go this time. I’m Just worried about getting
you healed up. I don’t want you to get hurt.” It was evident to her that the day’s activities raised
Harry’s spirits and, despite her misgivings, she couldn’t deny the healthy glow his skin was now
sporting.

David relaxed, and Lyle clambered out from under the bed. “We understand Anna, we just thought
the fresh air and sun would do him good. We all took a nap out in the garden with David as a furry
pillow. But, we promise, no more wrestling.” Lyle reassured, rubbing a hand through Harry’s hair
as he joined them on the bed.

“I stopped at the bank today to visit Bartok on my way home. He said he has something important
to discuss with you.” Anna joined them on the bed, Issy soon followed so they could all spend
some time together before dinner. “He should be here soon; he was gathering up his suitcase when
I was there.”

A pop announced Tiptop’s arrival, her no-nonsense, squeaking voice catching all their attention.
“Would master Harry like cocoa or tea?”

“I would never say no to your wonderful tea, Tiptop. I am sure we could all do with a nice cup.”
Harry smiled in her direction, honestly happy to have her spend even a little time with them. He
hoped that once he was able, she would consent to share her kitchen with him because Harry had
learned to love cooking. This love had come from the necessity of finding joy in the chores he was
tasked with, but also from the fact that he had the chance at times to sneak food while cooking, and
he loved the creativity of it; taking such humble ingredients and turning them into something so
delicious. He hadn’t brought up the idea of cooking up with Tiptop yet because he knew firsthand
how protective House-Elves were of their kitchens.

Halfway through his first year, the twins had started sneaking snacks into his school bag. It had
taken him months to gather his courage and ask where they were getting the food from. They
happily showed him to the kitchens. They were beautiful even though they lacked the modern
appliances he was used to. The Elves had happily greeted them, all clamoring to help in any way
they could. They had been absolutely appalled when Harry tried to insist that they need not go out
of their way to make him anything and that he could more than handle it himself.

The Elves all burst into tears, and it took the twins a good ten minutes to calm them all down,
Harry included. Fred went to talk to the head Elf while George steered Harry towards one of the
tables off to the side. While Fred ordered, George explained the nature of House-Elves to the best
of his abilities.

Many people believed they were a servile race, but they couldn’t be more wrong. House-Elves
liked to gather in places with a large amount of ambient magic since they feed off that excess.
Once they claimed a spot as theirs, they would not move from it. Any being already living in their
nest became part of their family. House-Elves believed that to take care of their family was the
highest goal in life. They would take care of anyone, especially the young, sick, or old, who
entered their nest as long as they didn’t try to harm anyone in the nest in any way.

They also could not stand anything they considered filth within their nest as it could cause sickness
to those they thought of as theirs. When a House-Elf or family of Elves planned to move to a new
place, they would contact the owner of the land or building and ask permission to move in. They
would make a pact to clean and cook for the whole nest and in exchange, the other residents would
pay for food and protect the family.

That was the true nature of House-Elves. They were a Mother or Father to those who lived within
their nests. They would try their best to make sure everyone was healthy and considered caring for
others to be the greatest joy in life. That was why so many people erroneously considered them to
be slaves or servants.
Something that the twins hadn’t been able to tell Harry, since they themselves didn’t know, was
that because of their family-orientated nature it was rare for an Elf to leave their original nest to
follow one human wherever they went. Tiptop was unusual because, since Issy was born, she
swore herself to the newly born Air Elemental and hadn’t left since. Anywhere Issy went, Tiptop
went too. Whoever Issy considered family Tiptop considered family too.

Harry was just worried about insulting Tiptop when he asked to be allowed to cook, but he would
try his best to convince her that he felt the same about feeding those he cared about. To provide
necessities to the people he cared about and to have them enjoy it would mean a lot to him.

Harry wanted to provide, in any way he could, for the people who had so readily accepted him into
their family.

Bartok stormed his way through the manor, trying to blow off as much steam as he could with
every step. He spent the entire day with Helix going over Harry’s finances. Many of his accounts
hadn’t had an overseer in years. He didn’t even want to think about the mess that was the Potter
estate. Both of them had been absolutely indignant, so much so that they spent around an hour just
sitting in silence gathering their thoughts.

They had done as much as they could to start getting Harry’s account back on track. But, to really
fix things they needed to make some significant decisions and Bartok wanted Harry’s opinion on
the whole matter before they did anything substantial.

He stood in front of Harry’s bedroom door, loud conversation and laughter coming from the other
side, and listened to his family’s happiness. Using it to calm himself down. Bartok already put his
paperwork away in his office and would be having a chat with Harry after dinner. He really didn’t
want to put the boy off his supper.

Tiptop obviously felt his arrival and anger, popping up next to him with a large cup of black
coffee.

“Will Little Master be okay?” She asked, voice so stern that Bartok knew if she thought, for even a
second, he couldn’t handle taking care of his son, she would grab her largest cast iron frying pan
and go hunting for those who hurt her child.

“We will keep him safe, I promise,” Bartok made sure to look down at her as he said this and made
sure she heard the honesty in his voice. Tiptop nodded, saying that if there was anything she could
do to keep him safe just to let her know. Bartok chugged his coffee back, a drip rolling down his
chin in his haste while Tiptop tutted at his messiness before snatching his empty cup up and
popping away.

After a few more minutes of deep calming breaths, he entered the room. “It seems like you all had
a good day, I hope everyone is hungry because Tiptop has made another wonderful meal for us.”
Everyone was jumping off the bed, some more graceful than others, with Harry wrapped up in
Anna’s arms. They were all excited to eat.

Bartok was quiet throughout the meal as he listened to his family's chatter, but his food tasted
bland on his tongue from his turmoil. Even then, he was glad to see Harry looking so much more
lively, his skin no longer looking like coffee with too much milk, now sporting a sun-kissed glow.
After everyone finished up, Bartok finally spoke up, “Harry, can we have a chat? It’s about your
finances.”
Harry’s momentary hesitation disappeared when the subject of the conversation was made clear.
“Sure, Papa,” Harry stood, gripping David’s shoulder as he did to make sure he didn’t trip. Bartok
made his way around the table, waving off the rest of the clan so they wouldn’t follow as he lifted
his son up and strode into his study. Bartok knew that Harry would need comfort, so he sat them
on the couch before grabbing his remaining throw blanket and wrapping the young sub up in it.
Tiptop had the forethought to deliver a tray of tea and coffee, a vial of calming draught next to the
sugar and, for that, he sent her a silent ‘thank you’ along their link.

“Would you like a cup of tea, Harry?” Bartok asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee with a
slash of calming draught in it.

“With mint and sugar, please?” Harry requested as he wrapped the green blanket tighter around
himself. Bartok did as asked, the calming draughted used once again. Normally he would never
dose someone without their permission unless they were in dire need. But, in this case, he believed
that Harry needed to hear everything he said with as clear a mind as possible. It wasn’t enough to
suppress his feelings; he just wanted them slightly blunted.

Harry sipped his tea and settled into Bartok’s side, unconsciously clenching the hem of the older
man’s shirt. Bartok waited until they had both finished their drinks with an arm wrapped around his
son, just enjoying this time to be close. He wished he had more time to spend with his family,
especially his son, but he needed to spend all of his excess time now working on getting his son to
safety. Hopefully, Harry would forgive him for his absence and, once everything settled down,
Bartok would be able to get to know his son better. The closest he could get now was quizzing all
his mates about what they learned about Harry daily.

“I spent the day at Gringotts and I am afraid I have to tell you, I’ve got some bad news.” Harry
stiffened slightly, but Bartok had to continue. “It will upset you. However, I believe it is important
you are informed of our findings.” Harry’s breath hitched and Bartok could almost hear Harry’s
anxiety about being taken away, so that was the first thing Bartok needed to address.

“One thing you will never have to worry about Harry is being taken from us. We’ve adopted you
and there is nothing anyone can do to take you from us.” Bartok didn’t want to mention some
things that could take him away, like abuse because that was something he would never have to
think about. It wasn’t worth mentioning. “If you are taken from us, you can bet your bottom we
will be storming to where you are and fighting anyone who gets in our way.” Harry relaxed back
into his side, his biggest fear now alleviated.

“We spent the day going through the statements of your vaults now that they are all safely in the
Terradore branch. At first glance, everything seemed fine, though it was all in desperate need of
care. However, upon further inspection, we found major discrepancies. Well… Harry, it’s bad.
Harry, a large amount of money from the Potter estate, has been embezzled, with many family
artifacts stolen.” Bartok was grim, but he knew he had to continue before Harry had time to speak.
“The Goblins were able to trace it and are getting ready to go after the responsible parties. They
are sure they will be able to get it back, with interest. But, Harry…” Bartok sighed. Harry,
stiffened against his flank. To comfort them both, Bartok ran his hands up and down Harry’s too
thin arm. “Harry, the funds were transferred by Dumbledore, while falsely claiming to be your
magical guardian, the money was then transferred into the accounts of Petunia Dursley, Molly
Prewett, Ginevra Weasley, Ronald Weasley and an account set up for Hermione Granger which
hasn’t been used. I know from the newspapers and stories that you were close to all of them.”

Harry sat, stunned. He had been stolen from? By those he considered friends and family? Molly
and Arthur told him many times that they viewed him as one of their own children. They had
always been very friendly and Ron and Hermione were his best friends. Sure he had his doubts and
concerns about his best friends and he was closer to the twins and Neville on most days, but still…
Wait… Had the twins known? If they did, he would be devastated; more so than from any of the
others. A few tears started rolling down his cheeks. He couldn’t believe they had used him, but
Bartok had yet to lie to him and had promised, under oath, to protect him. Harry was sure his Papa
had proof or else he would have waited until he did to tell him.

Bartok pulled him to his lap, protecting him within the cradle of his massive arms, rocking him
back and forth. It was comforting and it helped to make Harry feel a little better. But, then his Papa
took in a deep breath to speak again and Harry knew there was worse to come.

“There is more, I am afraid,” Bartok continued, his voice barely above a whisper and as soothing
as could be in this situation. “A marriage contract was arranged between you and Ginevra. It’s not
legal because Dumbledore wasn’t your magical guardian and all preexisting marriage contracts are
broken if one of the parties comes into a creature inheritance. However, I fear if we hadn’t found
you, you would have been convinced it was legal and, once you signed it, it would have been
binding. The clauses were… monstrous… It would have enslaved you to your spouse’s will. We
also found out your parent’s Wills haven’t been enacted. The Goblins are working on locating
them. When they do, we will have to plan a Will reading.” Bartok looked down at his son. Harry
was visibly trying to gather both his emotions and thoughts.

“They all just wanted me for my money… I can’t… I can’t believe this. I mean... I trust you, it’s
just hard to-” Harry hid his face into his Papa’s chest, taking in deep breaths of Bartok’s smoky
scent as he tried to comfort himself with the fact that he knew there was someone there for him.
There was someone looking out for his best interests and willing to tell him the truth and not treat
him like a child. Harry spoke, words muffled by the hard chest. “There was always a splinter of
doubt when I was around any of them. I always told myself it was all made up in my mind, but..”
He sighed shakily, forcing himself to continue, needing to speak these thoughts, purge them like
poison from his body. “When I tried to tell Dumbledore during the first and second year that I
didn’t want to go home he stated that I had to. He didn’t listen when I tried to tell him what they
were like. He made me feel like I was exaggerating.”

“Oh, Harry-” Bartok started, but Harry quickly cut him off.

“He told me about the wards around my house, that they would keep me safe from Death Eaters.
He used my parent’s sacrifice to guilt me into not arguing with him. Now that I know, it couldn’t
be a coincidence that I met the Weasley’s on the muggle side of platform 9 ¾. I mean… Mrs.
Weasley was loudly asking her children what the platform number was… She would have been
there many times before… How would she forget it? Why would they not use the Floo to go
straight to the platform?” Harry asked, face directed up to his Papa. He wished he could see the
expression the other man was giving him. “At the time I didn’t think anything was wrong with it…
but, when I found out about the Floo… I just ignored it because I was afraid to question it.”

Tiptop popped in as silently as possible, holding Harry’s new pillow out for Bartok to take. As
soon as Harry realized what it was, he latched onto it, squishing it between their two bodies. His
ears unfolded from where they had been laying flat on his head. Bartok was sure when Harry fully
integrated the fact he had a tail, the boy would use it as an emergency security blanket.

“When my sight returns I want to see it all. I want to know how to take care of my vaults. You’ll
teach me how right?”

“Of course, Harry. I will teach you everything I know,” Bartok promised, glad that this was
something he could teach his son. Both because he could spend time with Harry, and also help him
protect his own interests so no one could take advantage of him again.
 Harry allowed himself to relax into the warmth, listening to the steady heartbeat and deep rumbling
in his father’s chest. Soft fabric caressed his cheek as large hands circled his back. In his comfort,
he started drifting off to sleep.

Lyle watched as his son sat silently on his bed, Hedwig butting up against the Kitsune’s hand to
remind him she was there. They both looked solemn, the owl obviously worried about her human
as Harry stared off into space. It was already past lunch, which Harry ate mechanically almost as if
he didn’t even realize what he was doing. His son had yet to say a word. Lyle had used a Patronus
to message each of his mates, explaining his worries to them; they had all suggested giving Harry
space and time to think.

Harry was digesting a great betrayal and would need time to come to terms with it all.

All Lyle could do was wait while his mates arrived one by one to join him in their son’s room, all
of them going about their work silently. Every once in a while, someone would shoot worried
looks over to the boy. It wasn’t until before Harry fell asleep that he finally spoke, his voice a little
hoarse from not being used yet.

“Thank you all for giving me time to process this betrayal. It means more to me than you will ever
know. I love you all, and I hope you sleep well.” His voice was still distant, but at least he finally
seemed to be coming out of his contemplative state.

They all kissed him goodnight and left with Tiptop offering to watch over him for the night.

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The whole clan was gathered in Harry’s room. It was just over eleven p.m. and Harry would regain
his sight at midnight. Harry had elected to take a sleeping-draught so he could sleep through the
whole ordeal since it could be painful. The clan, however, wanted to be there in case he woke up.
They, along with Tiptop, were distracting themselves with hot chocolate and tea though they all
couldn’t help themselves from sending long glances towards the bed.

Issy was the most anxious Anna had to administer a calming draught to stop her from
hyperventilating, but she was still playing with the fidget cube Lyle had tossed her. David was
pretending to read, but he hadn’t turned a page in thirty minutes. Out of all of them, Lyle was the
most straightforward in his worry, eyes never straying from the young boy in the bed they all cared
about so much. Bartok and Anna were discussing in hushed tones plans for the trials to come.

Tiptop was the one trying to keep them all together, going about her knitting as if nothing was
going on. The yarn she was using, a fuzzy baby Alpaca fur, was the same color as Harry’s gem-
toned eyes. She was also quietly humming an old song to herself. One she would sing when Issy
woke from a nightmare in her youth.

Tiptop suddenly looked at the bed, brows furrowed, causing everyone else to look over. A vortex
of flames appeared over the bed, but none of them worried about it. They had already seen it
enough to know it was the Phoenix.

It had only been a few days since they had last seen the bird, but he looked absolutely ragged now.
a majority of its feathers were missing and those that remained were dull and greasy. Despite this,
there was a fire in its eyes that hadn’t been there before. Bartok tried to call out to the Phoenix, but
the Phoenix didn’t seem to hear. It just lay its head against Harry’s forehead.

They all sat in silence, waiting for midnight to come, now openly watching the bed as time ticked
down.

Anna cast a tempus and they only had one minute left for them to wait.

Nine.

Eight.
Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

The two on the bed were enveloped in a golden glow, sparks of pure magic spitting from their
forms. A hopeful song burst from the Phoenix, its joy causing them all to cry as they watched the
glow grow until they were blinded from its light.

It was soon over, the song trailing off into nothing and glow sinking back into the two forms on the
bed. But, where there had once been a magnificent, but ragged Phoenix there was now a very naked
man, forehead still pressed to Harry’s.

For the past few days he had been stuck at the old fuckers side. The old wizard became frustrated
when his pet Phoenix disappeared to parts unknown. Though, it took him a few days to even notice
the absence and then Dumbledore banned him from leaving.

Now, however, so close to the time everything would change, he flamed away from the
Headmaster’s office to his little mate’s side. The compulsion magic was causing his own magic to
attack his body, but there was no way he would miss this for the world.

His mate was curled into the soft pillows and blankets of his bed and he couldn’t be happier to see
the cute Kitsune. Harry looked better than he had ever seen him before. He had long, dark
eyelashes resting against tanned cheeks, and his plush mouth was open slightly and emitting tiny
snores.

Later he would thank Harry’s new parents for all the care they were showing him but, for now, he
could only focus on the young man in front of him. He rested their heads together again, Harry’s
magic reaching out to him.

When Harry first stepped foot onto the Hogwarts grounds, he knew what the child would be to
him. The Phoenix could hear his intoxicating magic calling out mournfully to him and all he could
do was sing back, reassurance in every note.

He wished that he could go to his mate the moment he arrived, but he knew if he did Dumbledore
would realize what was going on, so he had to keep his distance. All he could do was soar around
the grounds when his mate was outside, going to every Quidditch match and practice. He almost
broke into the matches twice when Harry was at risk of dying but, before he could, Harry was once
again safe. He swore those times had taken at least twenty years off his life each.

Then came the hatched Basilisk, and he didn’t even want to think about that now.

He had to sit and watch as the old goat fucker planned his mate’s death and there was nothing he
could do to stop it. The slavery spells were too strong for him to overcome in his Phoenix form.
Even then he spent all that time carefully listening and learning. Dumbledore was so self-assured in
his superiority and spell work that he found no problem in divulging all his past deeds and future
plans to the Phoenix. At times he thought the old man forgot that he was a being and could at any
time regain a human form.

But, this would be the old man’s downfall. As soon as he made sure Harry was okay he would
work towards ruining Dumbledore for everything he had ever done.

As magic surrounded them the war of his power against his body finally ended and he finally felt
at peace.

He could feel as his body slowly regained its human form, the feeling of having skin shocking
him. Everything felt sensitive. He wiggled his toes and fingers and the strangeness of feeling
textures against his finger pads was intoxicating. The blanket his mate was clutching was
unbelievably soft and he wanted to weep for missing such things for so long.

He clenched and unclenched each muscle, getting used to their movement under his skin.

Finally, he pressed a kiss to his mate’s forehead and stood from the bed, unashamed in his nudity
as he stood in front of his mate’s adoptive parents. They were all sitting there silently, eyes wide as
they stared at him.

He would have smirked if it was any other time but, for now, he needed to talk to them and leave.

“Thank you for taking care of him,” He had to attempt his words multiple times before he spoke
due to how hoarse his voice was from centuries of disuse. When he could finally speak, it was
barely above a whisper, but he knew all the Claremore clan could easily hear him. The room was
deadly silent. He looked at the man who he had first met and pulled away to help his mate. “To
you I owe a life debt beyond anything I can ever fulfill, but I will try my hardest.”

Bartok spoke up, composure already regained. “All I ask of you is to continue on this path. That
you protect our child with everything you have and are. That you treat him as the treasure he is.
That is all we could ever want.”

He nodded, knowing that if he were in the Draken’s position, he would ask for the same. A screech
broke into their conversation, and he looked over to spot the snow owl he had gotten to know.
“Hello, Mistress Hedwig, I also promise you I shall take care of your human.” He gave her a small
bow, knowing that the sign of respect would go a long way in earning her trust. Harry probably
didn’t know that Hedwig was his familiar and would live as long as he did, so the Phoenix wanted
to make sure she liked him.

He noticed that Harry’s new mother, Issy, was staring down at his penis, he would usually smirk at
that too, but instead he just casually covered himself. “May I borrow some clothes?” Issy blushed
and refocused on his face.

Bartok was quick to instruct Tiptop to retrieve a pair of his jogging clothes for their guest to wear.
He thanked the House-Elf and dressed. The clothes were almost a perfect fit, if not a bit small in
the chest and long in the leg.

“Will you be staying until Harry wakes?” David asked, wondering what his son would think of this
man suddenly showing up.

The Phoenix sighed longingly, “I wish, but I know he will need time and I have some things I need
to do.” He ran a hand through his long wild red hair, the curls tangling towards the end. “I should
be going. The longer I wait, the harder it will be for me to leave.” He turned back towards the bed
to look down at his sleeping mate, running a hand through the curly brown hair and over a white
and gold-tipped fox ear.
“Bartok, please inform the Goblins that I will take care of the missing Potter artifacts.” Bartok
nodded in surprise, but didn’t question it. “When I return, I would like to properly introduce myself
to Harry, I will also bring one other with me.”

“Just who are you?” Lyle broke in, tired of trying to guess who this man might be.

The man was shocked, realizing he had yet to introduce himself. “Oh, sorry, Godric Gryffindor at
your service.” He bowed towards the Claremores, hair falling in front of his face, blocking their
shocked faces from him. “I shall take my leave now. Please take care of my little mate while I take
care of what I need to.”

After a few more questions Godric transformed into his Phoenix form midair and flamed away.

All the Claremores looked around at each other in silence, stiff with tension. Tiptop popped in with
another tea service and forced cups into everyone’s hands.

It was Lyle, as always, who spoke up to break the tension. “Well, this is going to be a shit show.”

Everyone nodded in agreement and sipped at their tea.

Godric flamed back into the Hogwarts’ Headmaster office, the school wards welcoming him like a
child would a long-missed parent. When they first built the castle and made the wards she wasn’t
sentient In fact, it hadn’t been until after 500 years of absorbing wild magic and the excess from
spells being continuously cast that Godric had first heard her voice. He tried to speak to her, but she
couldn’t understand him in his Phoenix form. The best Godric could do was to sing to her.

But, now that Godric regained his human form they could finally speak.

“Father!?” An excited voice echoed through his mind. It was feminine, but had undertones of
shifting stones.

He smiled, face almost split in two as he pressed his forehead against her smooth stone walls. “Oh,
my darling, how I wished to comfort you.” There’d been many times when the school was under
attack and Godric had to continue fighting with her screams echoing against his heart. It wasn’t
until Dumbledore placed him under a slavery spell that he was forced to sit idly as the students
were in danger and his daughter cried in fear.

“Please, Father, remove the evil man’s bindings from me, I am dying!” She screamed before she
went silent, the bindings strangling her voice.

Godric had known that Dumbledore had tampered with the wards. There was no way either the
Cerberus or Troll would have gotten into the school without him doing that. The man was slowly
strangling the life out of the school and stealing her voice.

His hair stood on end, bursting into white-hot flames and all the Headmaster’s portraits woke up in
shock. Godric quickly calmed himself, he needed to head off the portraits which would try to
inform Dumbledore of his presence.

“I, Godric Gryffindor, command you to remain silent. Your vow to the school states your loyalty to
Hogwarts and the founders; that is how you have your portrait hanging here.”

“Worry not Godric,” The oldest painting in the room spoke up. “You know what we truly are and
that we are not loyal to the old man.”

In his momentary terror, he had forgotten that. It was Rowena’s idea to have the collective wisdom
of all the past Headmasters in one room to guide those to come. Godric looked over to the empty
frame which once held two of his most beloved friends. It had been over a hundred years since they
last occupied it. It broke their hearts to see what Dumbledore was doing to their school. They felt
helpless since they could do nothing to stop him and so they fled. He thanked the old portrait of a
long-dead Headmaster and walked over to his comrades’ painting, placing a hand against the brush
stroke scene of a library filled with greenery.

“Helga, Row, please answer me, I am here now…” Godric pleaded, hoping their souls would hear
and return to their side of the painting.

He stood there for three minutes, warm hand pressed to the cool canvas. Finally, a head of wild
curly blonde hair peeked out of the edge of the painting. Helga. She was so beautiful, looking like
she did the day the school first opened. Her eyes were wide in shock as she ran out to the middle of
the painting, screaming in excitement. “Godric!?” She reached out as if to hug him before realizing
that he was out of her reach.

He keenly missed the feeling of her arms around his waist, ample bosom pressed against his
abdomen and a smiling face looking up at him with sparkling eyes. Helga wiped away the tears
threatening to roll down her rosy cheeks before rushing out of the painting with a quick, “I’ll be
back,” thrown over her shoulder.

She came back, dragging the much taller Rowena by her wrist. She too went wide-eyed when she
saw who was in front of her but, unlike Helga, didn’t reach out and gathered Helga within her arms
as a substitute instead. “Godric, we have waited so long to see your face once more. Where is
Sal?”

Godric could see the concern in her eyes, she had always been worried about whether Salazar
would make it through the enchanted sleep she put him under. Godric went to check on him often
to ease Rowena’s worries before he was enslaved.

“I have yet to check on him. That is where I am headed next.”

Helga huffed and placed her hands on her wide-set hips, stern motherly face on. That face always
made everyone who saw it spill all their misdeeds. “Well, go to him! Make sure to bring him back
here to visit us!”

“I need to make sure the old fucker doesn’t wake up while I do what needs to be done.” Godric
defended. He knew that once he and Sal messed with the wards, the old man would feel it and he
didn’t dare risk that. Godric had just gained his freedom and the thought of being enslaved again
when both Harry and Sal needed him was unacceptable. He was the only one who knew where
Salazar was, and he was also the only one who could wake him.

Helga and Rowena, both understanding, sent him up to the sleeping chambers. The old man was so
presumptuous in his superiority that he didn’t even have an alarm ward in his chambers to alert him
to intruders. The current Headmaster was lying on his side, in bright purple pajamas, and Godric
wished he could just kill him now. But, now, he knew the truth and it would be no use to do that
and make the man a martyr. For now, he would live. However, his wand, which rightfully
belonged to Harry, was lying on the nightstand. When Godric gripped it, it buzzed unhappily
before realizing his intentions.

It was true that The Elder Wand’s allegiance was to the magical who won it in a duel to the death,
but what legend didn’t speak of was that it had one greater allegiance. The Elder Wand was bound
to the Peverell line in a way that could only be a product of soul magic and perhaps necromancy.
The wand’s full truth could only be known by the rightful Peverell Lord.

Godric would see all things stolen from his young mate returned, no matter how long ago they
were taken. Harry deserved to have the life works of his family safe in his hands. Godric couldn’t
bring back the young man’s family, but he could at least do this.

Godric used the wand, his own being locked in the chamber with Salazar, but, even knowing it
would soon be back in the hands of its rightful owner, the Elder Wand still fought him. The most
he could do was cast a spell used on children with nightmares to force them to sleep a full twelve
hours. It was an ancient spell that went out of use because of its tendency to cause Sleeping
Disease if overused.

He almost wished one use was enough to cause it, but he doubted that, even if it occurred, the man
would allow it to stick for long. Godric pushed his hair back down as it flared up again when he
left the room.

Rowena and Helga were cuddled up on the loveseat in their painting, Rowena reading and Helga
braiding the other women’s waist-length hair. He had seen this many times over their years
together and it made him long for those days. They had been so idealistic, dreaming of a day when
all races could live together in harmony. For the first time in over two thousand years Godric was
glad Salazar was still asleep. Out of all of them he had always been the most optimistic of them all,
something anyone who heard the false stories of him wouldn’t believe. When Hogwarts was built
the ambition Salazar prized was the ambition to make a better life for oneself and all those around
you. He would hate the twisted thing his house became. Godric hated the moment he would have
to see Sal find all of this out, but he knew it would happen. He hated the thought of the spark that
would go out of his friend’s eyes.

But, he would rather have Salazar at his side than keep the man ignorant of the facts.

Godric flamed into the outer chamber only to find the once glistening onyx walls now dull and
covered in algae. Salazar would gasp in horror if he saw it, so Godric preemptively called for the
current Head House-Elf. Dumbledore always hated the Hogwarts Elves since they knew what he
was and could not be controlled. After all, the original contract with the first House-Elves to settle
in the castle had a clause about keeping the school’s secrets.

At the time of its founding, this was more so no governments or outside forces could gain a hand in
the school. They had never believed such an evil man would become Headmaster so the Founders
hadn’t planned for such an occurrence.

Once they could regain control of the school, they would assure such things would never happen
again.

“How can Gerald help master Gryffindor?” The wizened Elf looked up at him after giving the
chambers a disgusted once over.

“Ah, that is the problem. If Salazar sees his chambers in such a state, he will throw a tantrum. If
you have Elves to spare that can give them a quick clean, I would be extremely grateful.”

Gerald snapped his fingers, and the chamber was soon full of Elves looking horrified at the
condition of this part of the school. They were quick to get to work, not even looking over at
Godric as he made his way over to the gigantic carcass in the middle of the vaulted room.
If he didn’t know it was Boudicca, Salazar’s Familiar, he would have momentarily panicked. She
did not sport the brilliant red plumage that his friend did, but her scales gleamed the same
Bloodstone mix of almost black green scales with flecks of ruby red and silver.

Sal had spent months holding her egg against his bare skin, bathing her in his venom every six
hours like clockwork until she hatched. The man had never believed he would have children so
Boudicca had been his only chance, and now she was dead. Worse, it was their mate who killed
her.

Godric didn’t know how Salazar would take that or Godric’s part in it. It had pained him to have to
rip into her flesh, but she was too far gone to reason with. Dumbledore had corrupted the bond
between her and Salazar and that, along with over a hundred years of solitude and the collapse of
her tunnels to the forest, had driven the poor girl mad. When Godric had been placed under
Dumbledore’s slavery spell, he could not get back down to the chamber. Before he was chained, he
spent many hours over the millennium with her and considered her a daughter of sorts himself. But,
he couldn’t allow her to kill Harry or risk the students in the school. For weeks after he had
mourned her through song.

“I am so sorry, Boudicca. I only hope one day you can forgive me,” Godric whispered, forehead
pressed against the tip of her snout. He wished he could have saved her, but the dark magic
Dumbledore used on her corrupted her beyond belief. Godric had also heard the old man say he had
fed many of his enemies to her. Even if they could fix her mind, Godric knew once she
remembered what happened she would soon try to kill herself and there was nothing they could do
to heal her guilt.

In truth, dying when she did was the best thing that could have happened. Godric just wished it
would have been more humane. He was also glad that Salazar wasn’t there when it happened. The
other man would have come to the same conclusion and while it would have killed him inside, Sal
would have wanted to be the one to put her out of her misery.

Godric would never allow that though. Salazar would have never recovered if he had to do the
deed. So while it hurt to see Boudicca dead all that Godric would have changed was Harry’s
involvement. He would forever have nightmares of the horror on his young mate’s face and the
clawing stench of fear and desperation that filled the whole chamber. The memory of blood rolling
down Harry’s brow and the glinting sword in his hand would haunt Godric for the rest of his days.

Godric closed his eyes and turned away. He couldn’t bear to think any more of Boudicca. He
couldn’t think of the days when she had been small enough to wrap around Salazar’s wrist while he
taught her the art of sarcasm and dramatics. He kissed her scales and then walked away. If he
looked back, he wouldn’t be able to walk away from her.

The bust of Salazar he had made was comically incorrect. He had made it after Salazar was placed
into his sleep; it was previously only a hidden passageway, like that to the Slytherin common
room. While Sal was dramatic, he wasn’t narcissistic enough to want a giant bust of himself. That
was precisely why Godric made it.

It was grossly ostentatious and Godric had giggled in glee when he finished it, imagining the look
on his old friend's face. Now, with their beloved Boudicca lying dead on the onyx floor he couldn’t
see it as anything other than childish and unnecessary.

He hissed at the statue, stone mouth grinding open and tongue lolling out to allow Godric to walk
up its length. The moment he passed through the door leading to the sitting room, there was a loud
pop as the enchanted sleep spell broke. The room was musty with stale air, but the furniture was
still pristine and dust-free. A roaring fire burst into the fireplace as he passed by and Godric could
picture the days they had all spent down here, gossiping and dreaming of a better future.

Days he’d spent curled into Salazar’s side, naked and glowing with contentment while Sal lounged
in his black acromantula silk dressing gown, scribbling away in his journal about new potions and
spell ideas. Godric would run his fingers through Salazar’s silky black hair and over the smooth
column of his long pale neck that was covered with red and purple bruises.

Godric shook his head, driving away the images while pulling open the ebony door.

There he was, amidst deep green bed covers, hands laying atop each other on the duvet. He was
just as beautiful as always, face wrinkle-free and thick dark lashes fanning across pale cheeks.

Godric sat down on the bed, hands running over the familiar fabric. He ran a finger over a supple
cheek, skin still as smooth as ever.

“Wake up, you dramatic sod. We both know the enchanted sleep was broken the moment I entered
the inner chambers.” He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, expression fond.

Only the smallest quirk of plush lips indicated that the other man was awake.

“Shh, only true love’s kiss shall wake me,” Even after two millennia of sleep his voice was as
smooth as ever.

Godric couldn’t help but huff out a laugh as he leaned down to kiss the other man, full of raw
passion and desperation born from years of separation. Godric pulled back, needing to see the
other’s eyes again.

Sal sighed, eyes fluttering open, deep green orbs gazing back into his. His face turned into a pout,
lower lip sticking out cutely. “ Here I was expecting a handsome prince, but instead I’m only
greeted by your ugly mug.” He let out a massive put-upon sigh.

They both dissolved into hysterical laughter. Godric falling atop Salazar’s slender frame, the other
man pushing at him weakly, humor still strong. “Get off of me, you fat lump.”

“Me?! Fat?! How dare you!” Godric hissed with no real heat as he rolled off.

They lay there curled together, limbs tangled and laughter slowly dying out. Their foreheads
pressed together, sharing in each other’s breaths.

“How long has it been?” Salazar whispered, trying not to break the contentment, but needing to
know the answer.

Tears formed in Godric’s eyes, and he buried his face in Salazar’s neck, breathing in his deep
earthy scent, forcing himself to stay calm. “Sal...” He swallowed thickly, “Sal, it’s been over 2000
years.”

A sharp intake of breath came from above his ear, but otherwise, Salazar acted like nothing had
changed. That this news hadn’t shaken his world like it had Godric’s. But, he knew, just as he
knew the moment Harry set foot into the Headmaster’s office that they were meant to be, Godric
knew that Salazar was shocked to his core.

“Oh, my love, I am so sorry… I… I wish I could have been there for you-”

Salazar sounded so sincere and dismayed, Godric just couldn’t stand it, so he cut him off. “It’s not
your fault, all that matters is that we are together again and we can spend the rest of our years
 together. They will be long, full of both joy and sorrow, but we will be together.”

The other man hid his face in long wild red hair, "Never to be parted again… Did you… Did you
find them?" Salazar hesitantly asked. It had always been a sore subject between them. They both
knew there would eventually come a time when there would have to be someone else. It was just in
Godric’s nature. Phoenix’s had one true mate. That in no way meant they couldn’t find love
outside of that. It didn’t mean that they couldn’t marry and bond with others. But, they would only
return to their human form after meeting that one person.

The relationship of the two Founders was forged amid battle and was as strong as the Dwarven
silver that made up their blades. They were madly in love and Godric couldn’t imagine a life
without Salazar at his side. Godric just hoped that one day Salazar could find his place in their
family to come. So much had changed since Salazar went to sleep. Sal had only been slightly okay
with the thought of one other person being part of their relationship, he didn’t know how the man
would handle more.

But that was a discussion for another day. For now, they had already wasted enough time. They
had much to get done before Godric’s spell wore off. So much. “I wish we could stay like this
forever, but… I am sorry, but we have things to do.” Godric finally looked back up at Sal; his face
had gone blank, so Godric rushed to explain. “Salazar, Sal, the evilest man is currently
Headmaster. Sal… I am so sorry… He... He is the reason Boudicca is dead. He used dark magic
on her to bind her to him, and then… then he forced her to do unthinkable things. Sal, I am so
sorry.”

Instead of the tears Godric expected Salazar’s eyes were stoney; as unforgiving as they were when
he was in his Basilisk form. The words came out as a hiss, barely even English, “What are we
waiting for?” He hopped out of bed, a quick switching spell having him in his battle robes. Feet
being shoved into dragonhide boots.

“Sal!” The man didn’t turn around or acknowledge him, so he tried again, voice booming and soul
singing a calming tune. “Salazar Slytherin, you listen to me now!” Sal turned around, eyes wild.
Godric slowly walked up to him, as if the man was a cornered animal, hands clearly in sight.

“Sal, please listen to me, I wish we could kill him, I truly do. But, it’s not so simple.” Godric tried.

If Salazar were a Phoenix, his hair would currently be up in flames. He roared, “Two words,
Godric! Two words, that’s all it would take!”

“One word Sal, just one. Horcruxes.”

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“Where to first?” Salazar asked tightly after he took a few minutes to calm himself. Godric rested a
hand on Sal’s still trembling shoulder.

“To the ward stone chamber. We have to… Well, Boudicca wasn’t the only one the fucker placed
dark spells on.” Godric had to fight the temptation to let his rage get the best of him. He had a lot
of time to take in all the information, but now all of this was being dumped on Salazar, so, for now,
he had to be the strong one.

“He will die a slow, painful death,” Salazar hissed, grabbing onto Godric’s arm so they could
flame into the wardroom. The fire enveloped them both, flames licking at their exposed skin as
they quickly shot up many floors.

The room had once been beautiful, lined with crystals and gems of all sizes and colors. It would
glitter in the daylight, rainbows dancing around the room with the movement of the sun. But now
the room was only filled with shades of gray, even the brilliant sapphires’ colors washed out to the
point that there was no blue to be found. This had been the first room built, every stone to follow
had its anchor in the magic here.

Godric was surprised that, with the state of the wards, the castle hadn’t fallen down around them. It
must have been Hogwarts herself diverting what little power she had left to hold the structure
together. Salazar knelt down, laying his long-fingered hands against the amethyst patch in front of
him. They could both feel the quiet and weak hum of anticipation, thrumming through their bones.
Godric let himself sing back, reassurance in every note.

“How do we even start?” Salazar questioned, mind whirling with possibilities.

“The best way to start is probably with a spirit cleansing,” Godric suggested, kneeling down as
well.

Salazar looked over, mouth wide open in shock, “Godric, you know spirit cleansings only work on
sentient beings.” He sounded as if he thought Godric was an absolute idiot, but Godric knew
something the other man didn’t.
“Sal, can’t you feel her?” Salazar shook his head, obviously confused. Godric moved closer,
placing a hand over one of Sal’s and the other on his back. “Close your eyes; take a deep breath.
Let your magic feel her. Soak through the crystals into the castle’s heart.”

It took a few moments as Godric guided Salazar’s magic until the bond was formed. Godric’s bond
developed over many years, slowly wiggling its way into his core as it settled. With Salazar, the
bonding was a sharp shock of magic, causing him to jump and gasp in fright. But the smile soon
grew, expression full of peace as a tear rolled down Salazar’s cheek. “Oh Godric, she… she is
beautiful.” He spoke of the castle’s magic. No matter how much taint Dumbledore stained her with
or how weak she was, they could both still feel Hogwarts.

Salazar jumped up, back straight and eyes full of determination. “Get up you lazy sod, we have no
time to waste.”

It took them four hours just to get the whole chamber cleansed. While the stones weren’t as
saturated or brilliant as they once were, with time and care they would return to their original state
and with Hogwarts now sentient they might be even more spectacular than they once were. The
more they did, the more the magic of the room seemed to relax around them, hopeful and content.

Then came the removal of the years of bindings and unnecessary or detrimental wards that needed
to be removed. Those were much easier to deal with since they were the ones to construct the
original ward scheme and were also much older than Dumbledore so they had knowledge of all the
wards and spells he had placed. Once they lifted the final binding, a resonant voice rang through
the room.

“Father! Papa! You came!” The spectral image of a young girl bounded towards them, hair long
and wild and cheeks full and rosy. Unlike a ghost she was colorful, body blurred around the edges,
but when she wrapped her small arms around each of their arms, they could feel her. Her skin was
slightly cold, her muscles were hard, but her magic was welcoming.

They stood there, enveloped in each other and enjoying the company.

Their little girl started to go weak in their arms, so they hurried to lift her. Her core was strained for
far too long and now that the binds were off she was trying to recoup all the magic she had lost.
Godric conjured up a bed to lay her in, covers and bed hangings in a rich purple, her wild black hair
fanning across the pillows. They spent a few minutes memorizing her face, taking in the beautiful
blend of all their features: Helga’s slightly upturned nose and full cheeks, Rowena’s stern brow,
and long face, Salazar’s eye and hair color and Godric’s curls and height.

They finally looked away, placing an alarm spell on her bed to alert them when she woke. It would
probably take months for her to recover, but they hoped she would have moments of lucidity.

Now that she had access to her full core size, they could open the tap to the ley line. They only
opened it the slightest bit, not wanting to flood her body. The small trickle already had the young
girl relaxing further into the bed.

Lastly, they blood locked the room, only allowing direct kin to enter the room and even then they
wouldn’t be able to make any changes to the wards.

“Where to next?” Salazar questioned.

Godric put an arm around the other man, pulling Sal into his side for a quick hug. “Well, my love,
first we have to visit a pair of wonderful ladies and then we have some sneaking to do.”
“Salazar!” Both women squealed, tears flowing freely from Helga while Rowena tried to hold them
in, but failed. “You look just as handsome as always.”

Sal blushed as he always had when either of the women ever complimented him. It was the only
time outside of bed Godric ever saw the other blush, and it always made his heart pound.

“The both of you are looking as lovely as ever,” Salazar said with a flourish, bowing to both of
them.

“Oh, Sal, you silver-tongued devil, you,” Helga said between giggles, flush high on her cheeks.

“What will you both be doing to get that evil man out of our castle?” Rowena’s eyes went sharp,
her brilliant mind already planning five steps ahead.

Godric allowed the smirk to spread across his face, “Well, first we have some items to… Well,
let’s say, reappropriate.” Everyone else smirked as well, Helga’s the most vicious of them all.

“What are you two waiting for?” Helga questioned.

They just smiled and began stuffing a bag, which Salazar seemed to produce from thin air, with
everything in the office they could get their hands on. Swiftly dismantling any alarms or locks they
shoved it all into the small pouch. Soon the room and the Headmaster’s quarters were devoid of
everything but the man’s atrocious clothes. Salazar set those on fire out of spite.

The wards were already set so that the moment the man woke Dumbledore would be booted from
the grounds. Violently.

But, until then they couldn’t move him. The spell Godric used couldn’t work miracles, and if
moved, Dumbledore would wake.

They headed back into the Headmaster’s office to say goodbye to everyone. Both Rowena and
Helga were standing there with their hands on their hips, eyes sharp as diamonds. “ Where are you
two going?”

“To finish our tasks?” Godric queried dumbly.

Helga huffed, “ You will be taking us with you, right?”

They were both quick to nod in agreement and pulled down their paintings.

Helga gave a battle cry from her spot, looking more like the Viking princess she was than she did
even on the battlefield. “Onwards!”

It took them another four hours to clear out all of Dumbledore’s hideaways that Godric knew of.
The incredible amount of wealth they found shocked them all, even Rowena and Salazar were
wide-eyed. But, they were soon weighed down with more riches than they could ever imagine and
priceless artifacts from all over the world. It was absolutely shocking.

But, the wildest thing they found was people.

By then they were running out of time, so all they could do was quickly portkey all the prisoners to
the Gryffindor manor. The few House-Elfs still living in the manor were happy to have fresh magic
beyond just that of the ley lines and wards and were fast to help get everyone settled. When the
Gryffindor clan was large, the manor had been used in times of emergency, a fortress against all
that might stand against them. There was plenty of space in the healing ward for all thirty-six
prisoners to rest, but the equipment and potions stored there were terribly out of date.

Luckily, Godric knew just the women to call for this emergency and Salazar would be more than
happy to make the potions, just as soon as Godric got a potions book with all the new and improved
recipes.

But for now, Godric went to get the two Claremore ladies while Salazar watched over their guests.

Sleep started to fall from Harry’s brain as his face pressed into his soft blanket, body warm. He
wished he could sleep for longer, but he was already at the point of no return. He squinted his eyes
open, a reflex from years of poor sight.

Red.

Everything was red.

Then Harry remembered, they had discussed in detail yesterday what the return of his sight would
be like. But red hadn’t been part of the expectations. Harry sat bolt upright, head swiveling around
as he took in his surroundings. It took several seconds of constant blinking before the blur of sleep
lifted. Then he realized.

Red.

His beyond soft blanket was red. There in his arms was the soft pillow Issy gifted him. A snore
snapped Harry from the admiration of the plush pillow and spread out over the couch was a tall
man. His skin was tan and long, dark chocolate hair lay splayed over the couch and floor.

Harry smiled softly, so far the only one of his parents he knew snored was David, so that’s who
Harry assumed was sprawled out on the couch. He padded over to the older man, taking this
chance to study his features. Face covered in freckles with stubble now over his lean face.

“Dad?” Harry whispered, not wanting to scare David like he had Lyle. David fluttered his eyes
open, moaning, and throwing a hand over his eyes.

“It’s too early, Issy! Go away,” The man whined, mouth pouting in a way that made him look
much younger.

Harry giggled, “It’s not Issy, Dad.” He reached out and rested a hand on David’s strong shoulder.

David removed his hand, squinting up at Harry as if he couldn’t see his face before reaching out a
large palm to cup Harry’s cheek. “Sorry, Harry, it’s very dark and we were all up late making sure
your transition went okay.”

Then David’s eyes went wide with realization and, before Harry knew it, he was being pulled
down atop his dad. He couldn’t help but giggle and hide his face in the older man’s neck. “Dad!”
Harry squeaked as David’s rough, stubbled face nuzzled against Harry’s forehead.

“Happy Birthday, Harry” David whispered, voice still sleepy and rough, but the undertone of
happiness was louder than anything and Harry couldn’t help his tears.

This was the first time in his life, at least, that he remembered having someone who loved him to
spend his birthday with. The Dursleys had always made a day of it when Dudley’s birthday rolled
around. From the moment he woke to when he finally fell asleep Dudley was showered with
affection and presents. All Harry had ever wanted was even a glimpse of that affection. Now here,
in David’s arms, he had already been shown more than he had ever expected in three words.

So he couldn’t hold in his emotions. Before he came to the Claremores’ he had always been in
control of his feelings, always numb. But, here and now, it seemed like all that well-fought for
control had been stripped. All of his emotions were always on display.

Harry wouldn’t have it any other way.

Harry had always felt like a caged animal who couldn’t show any sign of weakness or risk being
killed. But, ever since the Claremores took him in he felt free, even bed bound as he was for most
of it.

David just allowed him to cry, not commenting beside the occasional comforting hum. Running his
hands over Harry’s back and arms, cupping the nape of the teen’s neck and sliding his fingers
through his curly brown hair every once in a while.

Harry just enjoyed the comfort and the smell of old books and fur while a warm body held him.

After Harry’s tears long since stopped and a satisfied smile was back on his face, David finally
spoke up. “Come on, we have to get up for the day. Tiptop planned a really nice breakfast for
you.”

On cue Harry’s tummy rumbled, causing the boy to blush, but excitedly get up and make his way
to the bathroom. It was large, but still modest, even if the tub was big enough for at least three
people. Harry got ready for the day quickly, too excited to waste any time.

David was waiting on the couch, book in hand. “Ready to get dressed Harry?” Harry nodded and
followed his Dad over to the large wardrobe. This was the first time he had clothes of his own to
choose from. His fingertips ran over all the fabric, attracted to the softer shirts. The one he pulled
out was a deep purple sweater and the pair of jeans he retrieved were just as lovely. David turned to
give him some privacy, but Harry was suddenly caught up by the sight of his tail.

It was long and fluffy; white tipped with metallic golden fur. It shone in the low-light like a new
galleon and Harry felt like it wasn’t real. Petunia had a dress that had golden thread embroidery she
only brought out for business dinners, but the fur on his tail made it look like a cheap imitation.

He was mesmerized by it. Without his sight, he had forgotten the fact he now had a tail and ears,
but, seeing them now, he could no longer pretend to still be human. It was so soft and pretty that it
almost didn’t matter to him.

Harry had always had a secret urge to own nice things. Both because they were denied to him for
fifteen years, but also because of how it felt to own nice things. So this beautiful tail, luxuriously
soft and tipped in what looked like liquid gold was a blessing. Harry clearly remembered the
desperate urge he felt when he first entered his Gringotts’ vault. The almost violent urge to throw
himself atop the piles of gold and protect it like a mythological dragon with its horde.

He remembered the clawing terror when Hagrid took the key from him. The urge he felt to reach
within Hagrid’s pocket to secret it away, swallow it and hold it within his body where he knew it
would be safe. The only thing that stopped him was the thought of being found out, of being
kicked back out to the muggle world.

That was the only time he ever saw the wonderful key that opened up a world of possibilities.

His school belongings had all been new and that had eased the ache a little, but the feeling was still
there. A yearning for more. Harry always felt horrible when that monster reared its head, guilt
filling him for his greed. It was something he never told anyone. He didn’t dare. He didn’t want to
see the look on anyone’s face when they saw this dark part of himself.

So he held it close, the urge to take whatever one of his friends received from home. It wasn’t that
he wanted to steal. It was just that he wanted to have .

Now, looking at his golden fur, that place within him was soothed. He had. This was his, and no
one could take it from him.

“Harry?” David questioned, worried. He must have zoned out for some time for David to sound so
troubled.

“Sorry, Dad, I was just… Inspecting my tail,” Harry reluctantly let go of his tail and got dressed.
As soon as he was finished, soft fabric hugging him and sweater covering most of his hands, Harry
gathered the new appendage to his chest, the tip pressed into his cheek. “I’m done now.”

David swept him up, face a little tight, but smiling through it. Harry held his tail all the way to the
dining room, head swiveling back and forth as he took everything in. Portraits waved and cooed at
them as they passed and Harry smiled back at all of their friendly faces, saying good morning to all
of them. David assured him that they would spend a day getting to know all of their ancestors
soon.

They entered the dining room where four other people sat around the table. Harry was
overwhelmed, trying to take in all his parent’s features.

Issy was sitting cross-legged in her rich wooden chair, a smile splitting her face in two and her
mid-length wavy white hair, which shimmed blue when she turned, blew in an invisible wind. Her
fresh honey-colored skin and vibrant blue eyes were welcoming like a warm hug. She looked very
young, but her eyes were motherly. Tears started to well in her eyes as soon as she saw him, though
Harry wasn’t sure why.

Next to her, in contrast, sat Bartok who, even sitting, towered over everyone else. The suit he was
wearing looked so expensive that if it were Harry, he wouldn’t even dare touch it for the risk of
ruining it. But there Bartok was, toast in one hand and coffee in the other, looking as if he walked
right off a movie set. When he looked up at their entrance his eyes were as sharp as razor blades
and Harry could understand why he was such a good lawyer. But, as soon as he realized who was
standing there they melted, all dark chocolate and care. Harry had the urge to run over to him and
hide away from any of his worries because he instinctively knew his Papa could keep him safe
from anything.

Across from them were Anna and Lyle.

Anna’s forest-green eyes were piercing, making anyone she looked at feel like a specimen she was
studying. Her eyes roamed over every part of Harry and David, checking for injuries; ever the
healer. Her brilliant red hair, which made Harry miss the twins keenly, fell down to her back. Her
moonlight skin was speckled with constellations of freckles; the milky way mapped across her
body.
Lyle also had freckles, but they were lightly spattered across his nose, much like David. He was
clean-shaven with long fingers cradling his strong jaw. His eyes were dark as coal and lit with an
inner fire of mischief. At first glance, one might think him ordinary, but it was the light in his eyes
that changed all of his features.

Harry’s observations were cut short by Issy tackling them. Only David’s much larger form kept
them all from falling to the ground. Harry wiggled out of the older man’s hold so he could hug Issy
properly. “Mum, you are so pretty,” Harry whispered into her hair.

Soon they were all surrounding the two subs in a big group hug. It lasted past the point that most
considered acceptable, but Harry didn’t care, he could spend the rest of his life here and be content.
But, as if by some unspoken agreement, they all pulled back as one and Issy corralled him towards
the seat between her and Bartok.

“How are your eyes feeling Harry?” Anna questioned, back in healer mode.

“Really good, Ma! My ears don’t even hurt anymore and I don’t need my glasses either!” Harry
was excited about this development. Even with his glasses, his vision had always been blurry, so he
had never really experienced just how detailed everything could be. Now, even the patterns in the
wooden table were overwhelming to him.

Tiptop popped in, a boatload of food floating behind her. The dining table was soon groaning with
a feast fit for Hogwarts. There were scotch eggs, pancakes, sausage, omelets, and eggs benedict
along with fruits he had never before seen. When Harry insisted Tiptop join them for breakfast she
didn’t even bother protesting, knowing she would cave to her little master’s wishes, and took her
rightful seat at the head of the table.

They were all soon chowing down, the room filled with little moans of pleasure. Tiptop had really
outdone herself today. None of them knew, but this smorgasbord was a trick for Tiptop to learn
what her little master’s favorite foods were. She noted that he was favoring the fruits over
everything, but that he was also already on his second helping of Eggs Benedict; something he told
Anna he had never tried before.

Towards the end of the meal, when everyone was taking whole minutes between bites Bartok
spoke up, “Harry, the Goblins want to know if tomorrow morning will be a good time for the Will
reading.”

“Yeah that works,” Harry nodded, popping a last orange slice on his plate in his mouth.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to, I can stand in your place.” Before Harry said that, of
course, he wanted to go, Bartok continued. “The only reason I mention this is because Dumbledore
was mentioned in the Will, so he will be in attendance.”

Harry chewed lightly on the inside of his cheek, going through the pros and cons. “You will be
there with me, right?”

“Of course, we all want to be there to support you, Harry,” Anna assured as Issy clutched his hand
within her own.

“I am also going to call in a good friend of mine, who is an Auror, to be there just in case anything
goes wrong. Since we will all be there to protect you there is no need to worry.” Bartok took
another sip of his coffee, a firm hand on his son’s shoulder as a show of support.

Issy chipped in to break the mood that had started setting in, “We all took the day off to celebrate
your birthday. We have a lovely dinner planned and Tiptop wants to know what your favorite kind
of cake is. Also, I hope you really like your presents!”

“You didn’t have to get me anything…” Harry blushed at Issy’s excitement, unused to such a fuss
being made about his birthday and, despite his deep-rooted desire for more , he felt horrible at the
thought of them buying him presents. He had always been surprised when anyone gave him
anything. While Hedwig had been his first gift, the offering that shocked him most was when, after
two weeks of school, the Weasley twins, who had been almost strangers, at the time gifted him
with a box of chocolate frogs. Since Ron had eaten all of the frogs Harry bought on the train, he hid
the box away, savoring them and treating himself to one at the end of each school week.

That had been the beginning of his friendship with Fred and George. Even with the revelation of
what their mother and two younger siblings had done, Harry couldn’t imagine their friendship
wasn’t honest. Still, there was that lingering doubt. All Harry needed to be sure was to see the look
in their eyes. They had never before tried to hide anything from him, and even with the small
things like presents they would tell Harry straight up when they were keeping things a secret.

With all his heart, Harry wanted to believe they wouldn’t take part in such a thing.

Anna grabbed his hand from across the table, her skin smooth and warm. “Harry, we didn’t get you
presents because we had to. We got them for you because we wanted to. You are our son and we
want to spoil you.”

Harry forced his mind not to wander. Before coming here he had always lived in the moment, not
having the luxury to go over his past or feelings. But now, with the safety his new family provided
and the past two weeks of extensive bed rest it felt like that was the only thing he could do. His
voice broke when he spoke, but he plowed through it, “Thank you.” Harry wished he had more to
say, but his feelings were all over the place, and he couldn’t find the words to express everything.
So instead he just held onto Anna’s hand like it was a lifeline.

They ate a lunch of finger sandwiches while cuddled together on the TV room couch and watched
Star Wars. Lyle had insisted on it when he found out that Harry had never seen the movie. He had
acted horrified and it made Harry burst into laughter. Harry had been shocked to see the working
TV since it had been drilled into him that magic and electronics didn’t mix. But apparently, there
was a whole field of magic called Technomancy that focused on blending muggle inventions and
magic. Harry was incredibly shocked by this news and couldn’t help but think of the many times
he heard the muggle-borns of Hogwarts complaining.

While the movie was action-packed and exciting, Harry was already nodding off. He really did
want to see the outcome, but he was just too tired. A pop jolted him awake, Tiptop standing in front
of the now-empty coffee table.

“I am sorry to interrupt, but Mistress Anna and Issy have a visitor. He says it is an emergency.”

Issy groaned. She was too comfy in Anna’s lap to want to move and she had planned to spend the
whole day with Harry. But Anna, ever practical, went straight into healer mode, lifting Issy as she
stood. “I am sorry Harry but, if they came here, it is something we have to check on. I promise we
will be back before dinner. Besides, both you and David look like you need a nap.” Anna smiled
slightly, but there was a tightness to her green eyes. She pressed a kiss to Harry’s head where he
was curled around David in his wolf form, who both had eyes half-lidded, before she threw Issy
over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Issy giggled and blew kisses at all of them from her perch. “Don’t worry Harry! We’ll be back
before you know it!”

“Let’s follow the doctor’s orders!” Lyle lifted Harry into a bridal carry as he pushed David off the
couch; the wolf landed with an indigent woof. Lyle started running for Harry’s room as David
chased them, playfully nipping at Lyle’s heels while Bartok just chuckled at his younger mate’s
antics.

Standing in their floo parlor was Godric Gryffindor, still wearing Bartok’s clothes, but looking far
more circumspect than he did when they last saw him. On cue, Anna started casting diagnostic
spells on the man. Other than a case of magical exhaustion nothing came up as unusual.

“Ah, Mesdames Claremore I would not have disturbed you if it wasn’t an emergency I could only
go to you with. However, my health is not the issue.” Godric’s exhaustion was evident in his voice
and was the slightest bit shaky.

“You will be family one day, please call us by our first names. Even if you think nothing is wrong,
I would still like to put you through a full health check. It has been over 2000 years since you last
had a human form and, from your behavior, we concluded that you were under some kind of
binding. Both for your sake and Harry’s I would like to give you a check over.” Anna’s tone was
that of a healer who would be willing to stun you to get her way.

Godric swallowed thickly, memories of that same tone coming from Helga after a battle haunting
him. He was quick to nod in agreement and start talking again to try and distract her. “Yes,
ma’am.” Godric coughed, the reply was reflexive. “I came here because, while retrieving the stolen
Potter artifacts, we came across a dungeon full of prisoners in one of the Dumbledore residences.”

Both women took in a shocked breath, they knew Dumbledore was evil, but they were still
astonished by the depths the man could reach. “Tiptop!” Anna cried out and the elf appeared
immediately, “Can you please get both of our med bags? There is an emergency we need to attend
to.”

The House-Elf didn’t even bother replying, popping away loudly and returning soon with the two
heavy bags, thrusting them into Anna’s arms and pushing the woman towards Godric. They were
all quickly flamed to the Gryffindor Estate’s hospital wing. Both Anna and Issy rushed to start
scanning everyone, questioning Godric as they did while roping him in to help too.

“Sal is in the lab brewing-” Godric started, only for Issy to interrupt.

“Sal as is Salazar Slytherin?” She almost squeaked as she still focused on the man in front of her.

“Yes, he-” Godric tried again, only to be cut off once more.

“We can talk about it later! For now, we have people to heal.” Anna’s tone was whip-like in its
intensity. Godric wasn’t offended because he understood her acute focus on the task at hand.
“Though, if he went through anything like you he will also be needing a checkup.”

It took them a little more than four hours to run scans on the thirty-six prisoners. Other than having
atrophied muscles, magical exhaustion, and low vitamin D, they were all surprisingly healthy.
Godric conjured them all plush squashy chairs to collapse into. Anna was sorting through a large
stack of parchment, scribbling down all her observations.
Godric just slouched into the comfortable seat and let his mind drift. He didn’t notice how Issy was
observing him, scrutinizing every expression that passed his face.

“What are your intentions towards my son?” Godric had never heard the normally bubbly woman
seem so cold. He looked at Issy, her blue eyes glacial, as she seemed to stare into his soul.

Godric knew that couldn’t possibly be true, but he knew to even attempt to lie to her would be the
end of his life. So, he opened up in a way he reserved for his three best friends. “As he is my mate I
want to get to know him, but more than anything I want him to be safe. If he never wants to be with
me I will understand, but I will still do my best to protect him and his interests.”

Anna looked up from her paperwork to watch both of them, Issy’s face was still hard, judging
Godric’s honesty. Anna reached over and gently slapped Issy’s arm, “Issy, love, he’s telling the
truth.”

Issy huffed, face turning into a pout. “I know that! I still don’t like it. He’s my baby, and he is too
young to be looking for mates.” Issy whined.

“You were almost the same age when we met, only a year older. At least you get to feel him out
before Harry meets him.” Anna scoffed, rolling her eyes, but still undoubtedly fond of her younger
mate.

Godric just watched this byplay with a small smirk on his face. Issy then climbed into Anna’s lap
and crossed her arms.

Godric knew what he had to do and as he grabbed at his faithful yew wand, which leapt into his
outstretched hand when he was still five feet from it, both women looked over. His wand buzzed
within his grasp, excited to be used again. “I, Godric Gryffindor, do swear on my life to Lady
Magic that I will do my best to protect Hadrian James Potter with all that I am.” The magic glowed
golden around him, sparking across his skin like electric kisses. The two women relaxed, smiling
at him as they trusted the Lady to keep him to that. Having another person watching out for their
son was undoubtedly reassuring to them.

Anna checked the time and, seeing that it was almost dinner time, they got ready to leave. Godric
gave them floo access to the manor since they would both be over often to check on their new
patients. But, before they could leave, Godric handed over a wand box that he said was locked to
only open for Harry. He also informed them that he would be visiting the Potter manager to return
all that he and Salazar had recovered.

Issy hugged the much larger man goodbye, whispering for his ears only, “If you hurt my child no
one will find your body.” Her smile was innocent and Godric was thankful that she and Helga
never met. The destruction they would have rained down on the world was unimaginable. Luckily
her portrait was currently in Salazar's potion lab.

“Thank you for meeting me on such short notice,” Bartok reached out to shake his old friend’s
hand.

Percival Graves was his mentor while he was working on his criminal law apprenticeship. He still
looked as young as ever, even though he was already well over a hundred, with his slicked-back
dirty blond hair, piercing, light grey eyes and impassive face as stoic as ever.

“Not a problem Bartok. You know I am there whenever you need me.”
They had bonded over their devotion to justice and their ability to work comfortably in silence. The
first thing the Morgan Mastery program looked at when assigning apprentices to Masters was their
compatibility. They believed, and rightly so that a student and teacher had to get along to get
anything done. This was part of why they had the most successful program in any world.

Now, almost twenty years after Bartok finished his Mastery, they still got together at least once
every other week. Even if it was just a quick lunch together at one of the cafes outside of the
Council of Terradore’s main buildings. They always made the time. At least until the last two
weeks wherein all Bartok had time for were a few letters and a short floo call, but Percival was
more than understanding and was happy that his friend was now a father.

“I know we haven’t had the chance to talk about the events going on,” They both sat down as
Bartok poured them each a finger of his finest whiskey. “Besides talking about all of it with you, I
wanted to ask if you would be willing to play bodyguard in a few days?”

Percival took a long sip of the smoky drink. “Of course, I would. However, I would like to know
why. We both know you are more than capable of protecting yourself and those you care about.”

Bartok couldn’t help his weary sigh. The past fortnight had been a whirlwind, and the only thing
keeping them all grounded was each other and the desire to keep their son safe. “As you know, our
son was in an abusive home.” Both men’s knuckles went white around their crystal glasses. “While
on the surface that by itself is horrible, the more we have looked into his life the worse things seem
to be.”

Percival sat forward in his leather chair, glass discarded on the side table, and gave all his attention
to the conversation at hand. “What did you find out?”

“Harry, that is our son’s name, on top of the abuse, had his magic bound and was stolen from. But,
this was systematic and the abuse was planned, done to keep him meek and downtrodden. While
Harry knows about our findings, we have kept from commenting on what we believe might be the
reason behind all of it. While I am not sure what the end goal of his treatment was, I am sure the
theft was a major factor.” Bartok poured himself another finger, swallowing it back in one swig.

“Why haven’t you brought this to me yet? You know I would help in any way I can.” Unlike most,
Percival wasn’t offended, just curious.

Bartok leaned forward as well, searching his good friend's face. “I wasn’t sure how you would
react. You know the man who is responsible for my son’s situation. I know you would never stand
for it, but Harry had to come first. Also, I just haven’t had the time. I have been gathering the
information needed for a court case.”

Percival leaned back in his chair, thoughtful until he finally seemed to realize who Bartok’s son
was. “You’re talking about the Potter boy.” Bartok nodded his confirmation. “I know the case was
partially sealed to help keep the boy’s identity a secret, but, since I am one of the Head Aurors, I
have at least heard of it. I haven’t heard of anyone I know being involved though.” Percival
frowned as he went over everything he knew about the case, looking for anything he had
overlooked. Nothing came to mind. Percival knew Bartok. He knew the man would never accuse
anyone without solid proof so it worried him that someone he knew might be involved in the abuse
of a child. He liked to think he was a good judge of character, but, if Bartok was right, then he had
overlooked something significant.

“I have only heard mentions that you knew him so I might be wrong about your relationship, but
the Goblins audited the Potter accounts and they are sure the artifacts and money were stolen by
Albus Dumbledore.” Bartok used his gentle tone of voice, the one he adopted when talking to
victims for a case.

While shocked, Percival quickly calmed. “I have only seen that man a handful of times and talked
to him even less. We have no relationship and I never cared for him or his beliefs.” Bartok looked
relieved to hear this. He had obviously been worried about what Percival would do.

“Also, one of my son’s mates is a Phoenix whom Dumbledore had bound to himself.”

While Percival loathed child abuse the thought of being held captive was still a sore spot for him,
so for a man who many magicals looked up to partaking in both made him want to rage. It made
him want to fly off and rip and tear and destroy.

But, he had years worth of control and the only sign of his anger was the slight flare of his nostrils.
Bartok, from years of being friends, recognized the danger and stilled.

Griffins were by far one of the most deadly races and Bartok never forgot that.

After a few long breaths, Percival spoke once again, “What can I do to help?”

Bartok relaxed. Even though he knew his friend would never hurt him it was best to take
precautions. “The Potters’ Wills were sealed by that man and, now that Harry is able to go to
Gringotts and speak with his Account Manager, they will be read in four days. Unfortunately,
Dumbledore was mentioned in the Wills so he will be in attendance too, I was hoping you would
come in your official role as Head Auror as backup. I doubt he will try anything on Goblin soil, but
it’s not worth the risk.”

Percival was quick to agree and so, they spent the next few hours before Percival needed to leave
for dinner laying out plans on how to take down Albus Dumbledore.

Harry woke with a sneeze, face full of fur that tickled his skin, followed by a rough tongue going
from jaw to temple. He pushed the mass of fur away, whining as he did though he couldn’t hide the
small giggle. “Gross Dad!” He viciously wiped his face off with his sleep shirt.

Suddenly the huge wolf sharing his bed was replaced by his Dad. David looked cool as a
cucumber, no sign of shame. Harry was going to scold his Dad, but, suddenly, he was being
tackled by the flying form of his Pops. Lyle used his wind powers to land softly on his son and
started rolling around, pulling David into it until they were all breathless with laughter.

“Mistress Anna told you two not to be too rough with Young Master Harry,” Tiptop scolded.

Both men jumped apart as if the bed sheets and duvet weren’t on the floor and Harry’s hair didn’t
look like he had just been in a wind tunnel, all his curls separated.

“What she doesn’t know won’t make her mad at us,” Lyle wheedled as David used his patented
puppy dog eyes.

Tiptop crossed her arms. Their obvious tactics were not working on her.

It was Harry that came to their rescue, sitting up, a grin spread across his face, stomach rumbling.
All it took was one happy look from those large emerald eyes and Tiptop melted. She cast a
hovering charm on the young boy, his body following her out of the room as she mumbled about
feeding him up. Harry just turned, waved at his fathers and started sharing recipes with the elder
House-Elf.

Lyle looked over at David’s awe-filled face. “We just dodged a bullet, didn’t we?”

All David could do was nod before collecting himself and starting downstairs. Lyle followed in his
shadow so that, if it came to it, he could use David’s larger body as a shield.

Harry was already at the dining table with Bartok, a plate of cheese and crackers between them,
Harry munching away. David and Lyle joined them, both reaching out to take a cracker, but Tiptop
popped in and smacked their hands with a wooden spoon. She glared at them both, but it was better
than the wrath Anna could bring down on them. Especially considering they slept in the same bed
as her.

Bartok looked between the two of them, trying to figure out why they were being punished. They
both went pale, Bartok would have no problem telling Anna what happened. “I don’t want to
know, do I?”

David shook his head solemnly, and Lyle jumped up to go gather Harry’s presents. Harry was
oblivious to the whole situation, too busy testing the myriad of cheeses on offer. Tiptop even went
through the trouble of putting name places on each one. So far, it seemed the soft cheese such as
Brie and Boursin were his favorites.

David started giving Harry a lesson in cheese, where each one was from and how they were made.
Harry was amazed by the diversity. So much so that he didn’t notice the growing pile of presents or
the three owls that dropped off packages. He did, however, see Hedwig as she landed on his
shoulder to preen her human’s hair.

The impromptu cheese lesson ended then, Harry devoting all of his attention to his faithful friend.
Her feathers were clean and her beak was glossy. She hadn’t looked this good since before they
left Hogwarts and Harry was glad to see she was being taken care of when he couldn’t help her.
Hedwig started talking to Harry, expecting him to understand, but he couldn’t and that clearly
frustrated her.

David watched this intently, trying to figure out what was happening. “Harry, have you not
completed the bond?”

Harry looked at his dad dumbly, not even understanding the question being asked. “What?”

“Ah, I see… Your core bindings must have blocked your ability to form a familiar bond with Miss
Hedwig. We’ll have to visit a Magizoologist to get that fixed up.” David started going through the
list of trustworthy professionals they could get in touch with to fix this problem. The reason they
couldn’t just go to a vet to fix Harry’s ability to bond with Hedwig was because they would need
someone reputable with their experience in mind magic. None of the Claremores would ever trust
Harry’s mind to just anyone.

David would have to consult Anna and Issy since they were more likely to know someone they
could go to.

As if on cue, both women walked through the doorway looking haggard. It must have been one
hell of an emergency, David thought. Issy ran over to where Harry was seated, lifting the boy up
and spinning him within her arms, but Harry didn’t even notice her, his eyes were locked onto the
box Anna had under her bicep.

The innocuous black box started to vibrate, bucking harder and harder as Anna tightened her grip
on it. It wasn’t until Harry reached a hand out, over ten feet away from where Anna was wrestling
with the box, that it jumped out of Anna’s grip and flew towards Harry.

It was utterly still in Harry’s hands, but before any of them could try and warn their son to wait and
give Lyle the time to scan it for dark spells, the box was open. Everyone held their breath,
watching in fear as Harry reached in and lifted what was inside.

As soon as Harry’s fingers touched the smooth length of wood, the wand came alive under his
fingertips. Hundreds of ethereal animals in all colors burst from it. Stampeding around the room,
led by a silver thestral, they all charged at Harry, colliding with the boy in a brilliant display of
colors.

As abruptly as it had started, it ended, but throughout, no matter how they tried, none of the older
Claremores could move to try and protect their son or each other. When the foreign magic faded
they all regained the use of their bodies and were rushing towards Harry who was still within Issy’s
arms.

Harry serenely smiled down at the wand within his hand, not noticing all of his parents’ worried
questions or Anna and Lyle shooting diagnostic spells at him. All he cared about was the warm
weight in his grasp, the wand humming with magic almost as mesmerizing as the unknown
Phoenix’s song. Harry watched as the wand twisted its way around his wrist like a snake and then
melted into his skin until all that was left was a thin, perfectly straight black line on the inside of
his wrist.

The trance was broken, and suddenly he heard the commotion his family was making. He looked
up into Issy’s wide, terrified eyes. “Mum? What’s wrong?” Harry started to panic in the face of his
family's terror. Harry’s head spun around as he looked into each of his parent’s faces. They all
looked like they had just seen someone being mauled, and Harry didn’t understand what was going
on.

“I’ll kill the fucker!” Issy’s scream rocked them all. Harry flinched so hard that he dislodged
himself from her grip and fell to the cold marble floor. He started to scuttle away, but ran into a
long pair of legs. In the next second, he was lifted by a pair of large arms and giant leathery wings
burst around them, cocooning them in warmth and safety as Bartok whispered comfortingly. It took
a while for Harry to stop hyperventilating, but his breath was soon matching up with that of his
Papa.

While Bartok was working on calming Harry, David was doing the same with Issy. Anna and Lyle
inspected the black box that had fallen to the floor. Inside the box was a rolled-up piece of
parchment. After checking it for spells Lyle opened it, the usual hint of mischief completely
missing from his gaze.

Hadrian James Potter,

It is not yet time for us to meet, but I wanted to return this Peverell family heirloom to its rightful
owner. This wand is called The Elder Wand and is the center of many legends. Keep it safe, and I
am sure it will serve you well.

Wishing you a wonderful birthday, G. G.

At this Anna relaxed, telling all her mates of the oath the man-made earlier that day. The wand’s
odd behavior could also be due to the mystery of its creation. Anna had to administer a calming
draught to Issy to get her steady enough to listen. She blushed from her head to her toes in
embarrassment once she remembered the oath. With it, there was no way Godric could have
handed them the box knowing it was for Harry, and knowing it was harmful, without being killed
right then.

But, at that moment she didn’t remember that. All Issy could think of was that her child was in
danger and that she was unable to move to help them. It had flashed her back to the day- Issy shook
her head, forcing herself to stay in the present.

Bartok was peeking out between his wings watching and listening. His scales had flared down,
going from their angry blood-red back to their normal chocolate brown as he heard about the oath
and Lyle read the letter. Bartok ducked his head back down, watching Harry stare up at him
trustingly.

“We are sorry about the misunderstanding, Harry. That was quite the display of magic when you
bonded with your new wand and none of us were expecting it. We thought you were in danger and
that the one who gave it to you was trying to hurt you. That was who Issy cursed at. She loves you
very much and thought you were being harmed.”

Harry thought this over. He couldn’t remember anything outside of the thought of the wand and,
looking back, Harry could see how his actions could have worried his parents. It touched him that
Issy was willing to harm someone else for his sake even if he would never want that. “I understand,
Papa, and I’m sorry for worrying everyone.”

“It’s not your fault, son,” Bartok folded his wings and pulled them back into his body. And, as soon
as her path to Harry was clear, Issy was removing him from her mate’s arms so that she could hold
him against her chest and pressed kisses to every inch of skin on his face.

“Oh, honey, I am so sorry I scared you! Mum would never hurt you. I was just scared too.” Issy
was heartbroken that she had frightened her child, she didn’t know what she would do if she lost
Harry’s trust.

“Issy, dear, will you set Harry down so we can do a quick scan? I’m sure he’s fine, but I know we
would all feel better with the double-check.” Anna’s voice was soft as she started to corral Issy
towards the dining room table.

While Anna and Lyle did their checks, Harry read the short letter. Once he finished, he looked over
at David, knowing if anyone had the answers, it would be his Dad. “Who is G. G., and what is The
Elder Wand?”

“Well, as the letter says, the sender would like to wait to meet and I am inclined to respect their
wishes in this.” Harry nodded, understanding where David was coming from. “As for the Elder
Wand, it is indeed a Peverell family heirloom. Legend says it was gifted to Antioch Peverell by
Lord Death when he and his two younger brothers built a bridge over rocky waters with magic,
thus outsmarting death. That, however, is merely a children’s bedtime tale, which I can read to you
sometime if you like, and anyone who knows the Peverell family history knows this to be
incorrect.”

“The Peverell family was known for their use of necromancy, soul magic, and their inventions.
Now, before you ask, not all necromancy and soul magics are Black, and the fact that the Peverell
line did not go insane long ago proves that most, if not all, members used their powers wisely.”

“Black?” Harry questioned, having never before heard that term.

“Oh yes, I forgot they don’t teach magical classifications in Britain. There are three main
categories magic falls into, White, Grey, and Black. White magic is magic that can only be used to
help others, in contrast, Black magic can only be used for harm, while Grey is everything in
between. The Patronus charm, as an example, is White magic while the ritual to create Inferi is
Black magic.”

“Shouldn’t your example of Black magic be the killing curse?”

David sighed, popping his neck before continuing. “While it is true that the killing curse has a
horror-filled history, it is technically not Black magic. It is, however, Dark magic. Dark magic is
one end of the Grey magic spectrum with Light magic at the other end. The only reason we don’t
classify the killing curse as Black magic is that while it can be used for harm, there are
circumstances it can be used for good.”

“Really?” Harry asked, shocked at this information.

“Yes, it was created in such a way that compassion instead of hatred can also fuel it. While it is
outlawed, people in certain lines of work have permits to use it, such as livestock farmers and some
healers.” Anna interjected.

“I can understand farmers, I assume it is used as a humane way to kill animals, but I don’t
understand why healers would need it.” Harry’s face scrunched up as he spoke.

“Well, Harry, there are still many things we cannot heal and most who are suffering prefer the
quick death of the curse instead of living through their illness or the stress of another method of
euthanasia. It is not something people like to think about, but, in situations where that is an option,
it is more compassionate to allow people to go on their own terms.” Anna continued.

Like Anna said, it was a hard thing to think about. While his knee-jerk reaction was to disagree he
took the time to think it over. Even though he still found the thought distasteful, he also understood
why some people would choose to go down such a route.

David went back to the original question when he saw Harry’s mood start to drop. “As for the
wand itself it is said to be the strongest wand ever made and, considering some of what the
Peverell family achieved, I am inclined to believe that myth. No one knows what it is made from
other than Elder wood. It’s a puzzle wandmakers have tried to solve over the years. But, because of
this, the wand has had a bloody history. The last known Peverell to wield it was Antioch himself
and rumor says he was killed for the wand. The myths also say that the wand gives its loyalty to
those who conquer its last owner. Other stories claim that as a Peverell artifact it is only loyal to
the bloodline of those who created it. Considering the earlier spectacle, we can now assume this is
also true.”

“What spectacle?” Harry questioned.

But, Tiptop popped in, putting their discussion on hold, another feast behind her. She sat down as
the table set itself. They all made their plates and started to eat as David picked the conversation
back up.

“When the wand entered the room, the box it was in began bucking in Anna’s hold and all of your
attention was on it. At your touch hundreds of animals, not quite Patroni, but something similar,
burst from the wand and began stampeding around the room. Then they all rushed to you and
absorbed back into the wand. After that, it absorbed into your skin and left what appears to be a
tattoo so you can see why we were frightened. No record of the wand has ever even hinted at such
a thing and that is why I believe you now have its full loyalty.” David took a large bite of his rare
filet mignon. “That is all we know about the Elder Wand. Admittedly it isn’t something I have
studied in-depth as I never thought it would be relevant to me. I will now thoroughly research the
topic to make sure you have all the facts.”

After that, they ate their wonderful meal to lighthearted conversation with Tiptop scolding Harry
into eating seconds. They sat back for a few minutes, letting their food settle before Lyle hopped
up to retrieve the present he had got Harry for his birthday.

The box was wrapped in sky blue paper with lazily drifting clouds and a fluttering snitch. Harry’s
hand darted out before he could stop himself, reflexes attuned to catch any snitch near him, and
accidentally hit the paper. As soon as he did the paper unfolded to reveal the box within. Harry
gasped in delight, loving the novelty of the wrapping paper, and he swore to keep it.

Harry gently opened the box, not noticing Issy and Lyle bouncing on either side of him in
excitement. Sitting inside was what looked like an iPhone, something Harry was familiar with from
Dudley’s yearly phone updates. He pulled it out gently, noticing the apple icon on the side of the
plastic case. Harry didn’t know what to think.

“I don’t understand, I mean I know what it is, and I am thankful you got me this, I just… Earlier
when we spoke about Technomancy you said phones were still unable to be converted to magic?”
He really was thankful, he knew how expensive such a thing was and he had always been curious
about them.

Lyle grinned, every inch of him radiating excitement. “Well, son, one of my best friends is a
Technomage and he has been working towards making cellphones work. This is his first product.
He has the workings sorted out, but is now looking for the backing to make it accessible across the
realms. He allowed me to purchase a prototype for you. I hope you like it!”

Harry wiped at his eyes as a tear started to form, bottom lip trembling. But, he held it together, just
leaning over to hug his Pops, breathing in his musky scent. “Thank you, Pops. Will you help me set
it up later?”

“Of course, Harry,” Lyle whispered into his fox ears. The Tengu nuzzled him quickly before
pulling back, his features going soft.

“My turn!” Issy jumped up, too excited to let her boy’s moment last longer. She grabbed the large
box that contained her presents and dropped it down in front of Harry before shifting from foot to
foot anxiously.

Harry couldn’t help but beam up at her, her excitement infectious as always. Shooting stars danced
around the dark blue paper and Harry opened it as carefully as he could. Before he could really get
a grip on what was in the box, Issy was speaking up.

“It’s scrapbooking supplies! I thought I could help you start your first one!” Issy cheered, opening
a white leather-bound book. It was full of blank pages, but the front page was embossed in gold
with Harry’s name on it. But, more than that, it said ‘Hadrian James Potter Claremore’. Those
nine little golden letters tacked on to the end of his name were earth-shattering. It had only been a
few days since his adoption and it was still hard for Harry to accept that the Claremores wanted
him. This little thing that Issy didn’t even realize meant so much to him proved once more that he
was wanted.

Harry jumped up, hugging Issy around the waist and holding on for dear life. “I would love to have
your help, Mum.”

Issy started chattering, but Harry was too emotional to listen. Instead, he just tried to gather
himself. This was only the second present Harry had opened and he was already a mess. Out of the
corner of his eye he saw Anna reach out with a vial, the swirling pale blue potion calling to him.
He took it from her, shooting it back and resting his head back against Issy, giving the potion time
to kick in. Once it did, Harry pulled away, looking up at his Mum lovingly. “Thank you, thank you
all for everything. For taking me in and adopting me.”

Tears welled in Issy’s eyes, “There was no way we couldn’t fall in love with you.” She pressed her
plush lips to his forehead, holding it there as if she didn’t, he would disappear.

“I also have something to give to you that might upset you a bit,” Bartok’s rich baritone
commented.

Harry turned in Issy’s arms, still needing the comfort they offered. Bartok held a small black
velvet box with his large hands. He held it as if it was something precious and it was all Harry
could do to shakily reach out. The box was a little bigger than one of his hands and it took him a
few seconds to open it, his fingers running over the soft fabric. Inside was a delicate gold bracelet
and attached to the links were small charms that looked like crests. In fact, he noticed that one of
the charms was the Ravenclaw crest, a bright sapphire dangling from the bottom.

Harry looked up at his Papa in confusion, “It’s beautiful, but… what is it?”

Bartok lifted the bracelet from its box. “This crest,” he indicated as he raised one with a sword and
stag with an unknown gemstone hanging from it, “Is the Potter family crest, the family gemstone is
a Fire Agate. You, of course, recognize the Ravenclaw crest. This one here, with the thestral and
tome, is the Peverell crest, with its opal. Lastly, this is the Le Fey Crest, with its dual swords
striking through a man with the family stone being an emerald.”

Bartok gently clasped the bracelet around Harry’s thin wrist. “This is your family. It is a tradition
to give submissives such a present when they come of age. When you bond with a mate they will
give you a charm with their family crest on it. It is akin to wedding rings in that way.” Bartok
paused, pulling another smaller black box from his pocket and opening it. “This is the Claremore
crest with its larimar stone. We would be honored if you would wear it as part of your family
crests.”

Harry nodded vigorously, but the calming draught was halting his ability to cry. Bartok hooked the
charm onto a link, the bracelet momentarily glowing silver. Harry jumped up into his Papa’s arms,
the older man catching him with ease and holding him tight.

Harry couldn’t wait for the day when such things didn’t make him want to cry, but, for now, he had
to cope with this as his state of mind. He had to take this time to think over his whole life and deal
with the emotions he had long suppressed. Luckily Harry now had a caring family who was willing
to give him this time. They were strong when he was weak.

Anna suggested they eat the cake and ice cream Tiptop made while they all calmed down. Harry
was relieved she suggested that because if he didn’t have this break, Harry was sure he would
break down.

The cake was an elaborate raspberry cake with a delicious whipped cream frosting. On the top of it
were sixteen candles and, when Harry was prompted to make a wish and blow them out, all Harry
could think to wish for was to have this forever. He blew out the candles and Bartok served them
all.

They ate in silence, not out of awkwardness, but because the dessert was just so good.

As Tiptop took away the leftovers, she placed a package on the table in front of Harry. Unlike all
the other presents it didn’t have fancy paper, just a dull brown. “Happy birthday Young Master
Harry,” She squeaked and popped away.

Harry opened it just as gently as the others, paper coming away whole to reveal a beautiful hand-
knitted green sweater. It was the softest thing Harry had ever felt and he put it on as fast as he
could.

He wished he could thank Tiptop, but she was already gone and, from the blush she sported as she
popped away, Harry doubted she would come if called. Instead, he just decided the next time he
saw her, she would receive a huge hug. For now, he just buried his face into the long turtleneck.

David placed a large stack of books in front of Harry. “I bought you some more books I thought we
could read together and a few about your families’ histories, though I am sure you will have books
on that in your family vaults.” Harry ran his fingers down the stack, quickly reading over the
names.

“Now from me,” Anna cooed, voice hiding worry, “this potion.” The vial was a strange swirling
mixture of white and black; the colors dancing, but never mixing. Anna leaned down to whisper in
his ear, “It is slightly illegal, so let’s keep this from Bartok; plausible deniability and all that. Its
purpose is to bind the life force of one animal to a person. So that the animal lives as long as the
drinker, it can only be used once so think wisely before using it.”

Harry’s mind went straight to Hedwig, and he knew that was who he would be sharing this potion
with. Especially since according to David she was his familiar and would be able to speak to him
after they visited a Magizoologist. He would have to speak it over with Hedwig once they were
able to.

“You also had two presents delivered by an owl. We checked for dark curses and they were clear
so there is nothing to worry about.” Bartok placed two boxes in front of Harry. They were both
wrapped in plain brown paper. Two of his friends had remembered it was his birthday and he was
both apprehensive and excited. With all that he had learned he was unsure if he wanted to receive
anything from Hermione or Ron.

Harry picked up the smaller package, opening the letter that was tied on top. He recognized the
writing as soon as he opened it, glad to see that it was the twins, his heart soaring.

Dearest Boy-Whose-Birthday-It-Is

First of all, we hope you're doing okay and that the muggles have hopefully died a horrible death
and you are off exploring the world with your Dogfather. If you are with him, please let him know
we are his biggest fans. We assume this is why you have been unable to reply to our earlier letters,
running from the authorities as you are. Please let us know if you find Atlantis, I am sure Luna
would love to hear about it.

Anyways, if you haven’t escaped, we have this present for you. We are working on a magical
version, but for now, this is all we could do.

Please reply if possible or we will be forced to rescue you once more. Not that we minded sharing
a bed.

Love, The Spectacular, The Stupendous, Gred, and Forge.

P.s. As we were about to send this out Luna climbed through our window to deliver this book to us.
She said it was a present for you. She also said, “Your new fur looks beautiful.” Not sure what she
means, but it is always best to believe her so we will say the same. It looks smashing.

Harry couldn’t help but run his finger along the words, rereading it twice before placing it down
gently and opening the package. Inside was a leather case. He could tell it was obviously muggle
because of the zipper that held the two sides together. He turned it over and noticed that it was also
embossed in gold with his name. Harry was confused by what was inside. There were ten metal
objects, they were flat metal on one end, and the others were made up of all different shapes.

Lyle burst out into guffaws, hand slapping down on the table in delight. Harry looked at him in
shock at the outburst, he couldn’t see what was so funny. Lyle seemed to notice his confusion and
choked out between laughs, “It’s a professional lock picking set. I love whoever gave that to you.”

Harry looked at them again, he could remember seeing something like this in one of Dudley’s spy
movies when he had been cleaning the living room. Harry placed the set down gently, caressing
the buttery leather once more before looking at what else was in the box. There was a notebook,
also in Fred and George’s handwriting, with instructions on how to use the set along with a set of
locks to practice on. It was wonderful. He hated knowing someone knew about the locks on his
door or on Hedwig’s cage, but they had given him this so he could have the chance to save himself
and that meant the world to Harry.

Lastly, there was a book titled, “So you’re going to have a Harem? A sub’s guide to growing up”,
which was obviously the gift from Luna. They had become friends in Harry’s second year as the
twins would often be found in the library with her. They weren't close because Harry didn’t get the
chance to talk to her often with them being in different years and different houses, as well as Ron
and Hermione often pulling him away when Harry tried to hang out with them. Not to mention the
chaos the yearly adventures created caused Harry to have little time to get to know her well. But he
did know she was very important to the twins. They said she was a sister to them and they were
much closer to her than Ginny. For Harry that was all that mattered. So he followed the twin’s
lead in this matter and didn’t wonder where she had found out he had gone through a creature
inheritance. He would send her a thank you letter regardless.

The remaining box was much larger than the last, about two feet tall and a foot wide. What
worried Harry most was that there were air holes, the only thing that kept him from freaking out
entirely was that there was no noise coming from it.

Harry opened the box, the letter not being on the outside. He had only lifted the top about a fourth
of the way when he knew who the sender was. In the box was a planter filled with brilliant lilies,
the flowers a stark white on the edges and deep plum in the middle. They were beautiful and Harry
couldn’t help but smile as he opened the letter from Neville.

Dear Harry,

I hope this letter finds you well and that you enjoy my gift to you.

They are called Dream Lilies. They will change color throughout the day, shifting from completely
white at midday to pitch black at midnight. In between they are a mix of white and plum that
changes as the sun sets and rises.

They promote creativity during the day and pleasant dreams at night. I hope they will help you
sleep easier.

I know you said not to send you anything this year, but I instructed the owls to only deliver this
when you are alone and the box is charmed to be invisible to muggles. The pot is also enchanted to
water the lilies automatically, so don’t worry about watering them. Just place them in your room
 and their fragrance will do all the work.

I hope to see you soon though I have some big news to tell you. Please try not to get into any crazy
high jinx like in the year previous. I worry.

Yours Truly, Neville Francis Longbottom

Harry took in a long breath, nose buried in the flowers. They smelled terrific but were utterly
indescribable. He felt motivated, which was strange, but then he pulled back. He still felt that
motivation, but it was far less insistent.

Harry looked around the table at the bounty of presents spread out around him and thought, ‘This is
the best birthday I could ever wish for.’

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Bartok marched out of Courtroom Ten while trying his best to hold his rage in. He was escorting
his clients out of the Ministry. They were haggard and felt scared of the wizards around them. All
the blood traitors, those who betrayed their family history by standing against creatures, were
glaring at his group.

Bartok was so irate because the hearing had been scheduled for tomorrow, as had been the plan for
months now. This morning, however, an hour before lunch, a letter arrived from the Ministry
informing him of the change.

It was an underhanded tactic, especially considering noon was the dead of night for most vampires.
Bartok had to rush to get all of his paperwork together, thankfully he was organized, so that took
almost no time at all. After gathering it all, he flooed over to his clients and began banging on their
bedroom door. They came rushing out still in their nightclothes and half asleep wondering why
someone was in their house.

Bartok had rushed them back into the bedroom with instructions for all of them to get dressed in
their best clothes. They were quick on the uptake and were soon dressed and on their way to the
Ministry where they stuck close to Bartok, who promised to protect them while out. Bartok walked
as if they were in no hurry, not giving the bigots what they wanted.

When they entered the courtroom, with fifteen minutes to spare, he could see the disappointment
and disgust on the faces of many of those present. But, what caught him off guard, was the feeling
of rage he felt when he saw Dumbledore sitting in the Chief Warlock’s stand. Not coming from
himself, he already knew that anger. Ever since he found out who put Harry in the abusive living
situation he had been in, he had felt that bubbling rage begging to punish the man who dared to
hurt his child. But, there, barely hidden on Dumbledore’s face, was a bone-deep rage that, if
Bartok wasn’t as strong as he was, would have cowed him.

Instead, Bartok just stood taller, chest-puffing up a little and wings wanting to break through at the
sight of the threat in front of him. But he restrained himself, knowing that if his wings did come
forth, he would be killed on the spot, no questions asked.

So instead, he showed his dominance by winning his clients the case. The more he pointed out how
insane this whole witch hunt was, the more aggravated Dumbledore looked. Despite being clearly
in the right, Bartok wouldn’t have won the case if a majority of the Wizengamot votes weren’t
held by old families who still held by the old ways and took pride in their creature lineage.
So now he was escorting his clients to one of the apparition rooms. They all shared a small smile
before his clients were gone. They invited his family over for a celebratory dinner and then swore
they would all be falling straight into bed as soon as they got home.

Bartok sighed deeply. He knew that, if the Ministry continued on this path, all the creatures living
in Britain would flee for better shores. What the bigots weren’t considering was the economic
impact it would have on their community. It would be their undoing. Just the transfer of Harry’s
vaults alone would have a huge influence.

Before he could apparate away from the atrium a voice called out to him. He recognized its whiny
tone and, when he turned, it was indeed the Minister approaching him with Dumbledore and two
Aurors following. Fudge’s smile was tight, obviously disappointed in the case’s outcome, but he
spoke with a false sense of comradery. “Mr. Claremore! I am glad I caught you before you left! If
you could spare a moment to speak with us, I would appreciate that.”

“Good evening, Minister. I have a moment to spare.” Bartok replied even though he wished he
could just pop away. If he didn’t do this now, it would only get worse when the man undoubtedly
cornered him again.

“It has come to our attention that you have custody of young Mr. Potter, is that correct?” Fudge
asked, his atrocious lime-green bowler now being nervously turned in the man’s sweaty hands.

“Yes, we have in fact adopted Harry. It was finalized a week ago with the Goblins.” Bartok fought
to keep the smug look off his face when he saw how dark Dumbledore’s gaze had gone at the
news.

“Oh…” Fudge said, face falling. Bartok had obviously thrown off his planned speech, but, like the
politician he was, the Minister quickly rallied. “Well, as he is an important British citizen! I am, of
course, worried about his safety and would like to know your intentions. He is a young boy, and
we can’t have people taking advantage of him!”

“I have already sworn an oath to Lady Magic in front of Harry, stating that all I want is what is best
for him,” Bartok replied, knowing that pulling the oath card would help his case.

The Minister’s smile only grew tighter, “I see. Well-” the man cleared his throat roughly, a tactic to
give him a few more seconds to think over what he was going to say. “There are many things we
will have to discuss then. Like his living arrangements, Wizengamot proxies, and schooling. Before
the adoption, Headmaster Dumbledore was acting as Mr. Potter’s Magical Guardian, and we
believe it would be for the best if he resumed this duty. He has also been handling the Potter seats
admirably for years now, and we see no reason to change this. Lastly, I have been informed by the
Headmaster that his Hogwarts’ letter has yet to be returned and if it isn’t returned soon, he could be
held back a year because of school tuition.”

Bartok’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. He could see what the two men were trying to pull, and he
would never allow it. He also knew that Lily and James Potter paid for Harry’s education, in full,
after his first bout of accidental magic. “I appreciate your concern for the well-being of my son,
Minister. However, I am a perfectly capable guardian for my son. He is loved very much by my
whole family and is very happy.” Bartok checked his watch for show. “Now, if you would please
excuse me, I am late for dinner with my family.” As Bartok turned to leave, he noticed how
Dumbledore clenched his fists at his side.

“Mr. Claremore!” Fudge called out again. But Bartok took a step forward, pretending not to hear
when the Minister spoke. However, the man didn’t seem willing to let it go and instead yelled out,
“Mr. Claremore! I am the British Minister of Magic! You will listen to me as long as you are on
British soil. Now, you will be expecting a visit from us in three days to assess the situation
ourselves. Good day.” The Minister barked out, face red in anger at having been ignored.

Bartok held in his growl and finally popped away. When he got home, he put his briefcase away
and went downstairs to join his family in the dining room. He greeted everyone as he sat down,
and as soon as he did, Tiptop popped in with lasagna for dinner.

“How did the case go?” Anna asked as she served Harry.

Bartok finally let out all of his stress through a long sigh, “As expected, it was only a ruse to try to
pass new restrictions. Luckily, our case was airtight, and our supporters still hold a majority of the
votes. But, that won’t last forever. With every year that passes we get closer and closer to
Dumbledore’s supporters having a majority. I will be requesting an audience with the Council of
Elders to urge them to put out a warning to the creatures living in Britain. This case hit too close to
home and I am sure this failure will only fuel their bigotry.”

Before Anna could comment, Harry interrupted and had gone entirely stiff, eyes sharper than the
family had ever seen them before. Bartok was glad Harry felt safe enough to show such emotions.
Until now, even with the situation being what it was, where Harry should have been outraged, he’d
only expressed sadness. “What do you mean Dumbledore’s supporters would’ve allowed innocent
people to go to jail?” They could all feel the magic starting to pulse off Harry’s body in waves.
While it was slightly scary to see just how much magic Harry held in his tiny body they all
considered it a good sign that he was allowing his emotions free rein.

Bartok kept his voice steady. He didn’t want Harry’s anger to get worse, but also didn’t want to lie
to his son about the situation. “Dumbledore is the largest proponent of anti-creature laws in Britain.
He hides it well behind his grandfatherly demeanor, but, whenever a new law to restrict the rights
of creatures comes in front of the Wizengamot it is his supporters that vote for it. Most people
don’t realize it because as Chief Warlock, he doesn’t openly vote. His proxy, on the other hand,
always votes against creatures. However, since you have come into our lives and made me your
proxy, I have been looking into who has been voting with your seats. As I suspected, Dumbledore
was holding the Potter and Peverell proxies. Luckily, it seems he was unaware of the Le Fay and
Ravenclaw seats. If he were cognizant of them his side would have had a majority in the
Wizengamot, if only by a few votes. This, of course, led me to search for the records of
Dumbledore’s voting since I have never before heard of him voting. This is how I found out that
Lord Diggle has been casting at least ten families' votes. There could be more, which is worrying.
These houses include: Black, Diggle, Dumbledore, Hufflepuff, Lupin, Peverell, Potter, Prewett,
Tuttle, and Weasley. I believe there to be more because I doubt he would have left all his seats in
the hands of one proxy. So, as you can see, there is something very wrong with this picture.
Especially considering it is widely assumed that the Weasley’s lost their family seat decades ago
and that the Hufflepuff and Tuttle lines supposedly went extinct over four hundred years ago.”

Halfway through Bartok’s explanation, Harry’s magic spiked dangerously, plates and glasses
rattling ominously. Anna placed a calming hand on Harry’s thigh while she spiked his water with
calming draught. They all started carrying around vials of the potion once the instability of Harry’s
emotions became clear to them. They all knew that Harry letting out his emotions was a necessary
part of healing, but they only wanted him to process the feelings, not necessarily linger on them for
hours while crying.

Harry took a deep glug of his water, letting the potion soothe his mind and magic.

Anna took this pause to speak up, “This is one of the many reasons I choose to work in Terradore. I
don’t have the patience for politics in a hospital setting.”
This was an argument they had been having for years. Anna didn’t like the risks Bartok took by
working in Britain and his regular visits to the Ministry. Her objections were only born out of
worry. her nightmares were fueled by the Ministry capturing Bartok out of the blue. She had tried
for so long to convince her mate to at least think of moving to Terradore where they would have
more protection than if he continued working on cases in Britain. But, so far, none of her pleas
have worked. Anna knew it wasn’t because he didn’t value her opinion, but because he cared too
much for others and would never abandon those in need.

Bartok looked over at the painting of the Terradore marketplace they had hanging on one of the
walls. His voice was soft, slightly hesitant. “I was stopped after court by Fudge and Dumbledore.
They were rather… insistent about conducting a home visit to assess how Harry is doing.”
Everyone at the table stiffened, Tiptop gripping a steak knife as if she was about to stab someone.
Harry moved closer to Anna. “I think it’s time we finally did as you suggested, Anna, and move to
the manor in Terradore.”

Issy gasped in surprise, her dainty hand going up to cover her mouth. “Bartok, this is your
childhood home! You have always held it so dear.”

“Issy, this might be my childhood home, but, with Britain going the way it is, I don’t want this to
be my children’s childhood home. Besides, we all like the manor in Terradore better and with
Harry beginning to court soon we will need more room so he can have his own clan wing. The
Garden Hill manor is perfect.” Bartok made sure not to let sadness fill his voice. If he did, he knew
his mates would try to convince him they could make everything work. But, Bartok knew they
couldn’t. Harry was very powerful, and the rooms they had him in now just wouldn’t work. Not to
mention Bartok didn’t want to risk Harry’s safety by staying on British shores.

Bartok didn’t have to say it out loud for his mates to know that as soon as the newspapers got hold
of the information about the arrests, as well as the lawsuits Bartok would be starting, the Ministry
would come down hard on them. They knew vividly that Fudge and Dumbledore would try to
bring their full weight down on them. They didn’t have an old family name to help shelter what
was to come, and, even if they did, Bartok doubted that would stop Dumbledore.

“That and, doing this will make sure there is no way they can legally take Harry from us. All we
have to do is get through this meeting.” That was when Bartok noticed how still Harry had gone,
his hands in tight balls on either side of his empty plate, the worry in his eyes dulled by the calming
draught. “Harry, come here,” Bartok instructed, motioning for his son to come sit in his lap. Harry
obeyed without any fuss, crawling into Bartok’s warm embrace.

“Harry, there is no way we would allow them to take you from us; I even have an Auror friend
who will be at the meeting to make sure they don’t try anything. Trust us to protect you with all
that we have.” Harry buried his face in Bartok’s neck, allowing his Papa to shelter him within his
strong arms. The warmth lulled him to sleep, the combination of potions and going through an
outburst of strong emotions helping along.

Once they were all sure that their son was knocked out, they finally started discussing the plans for
moving. Anna volunteered to visit all their parents to ask if they could borrow their House-Elves’
services while Issy and Lyle planned to visit the markets to buy any new furniture needed to fill the
much larger house. Bartok had to finish the paperwork for the Vampire’s case before he started the
papers Terradore would need for the change of address and, lastly, David would help direct the
Elves.

They planned to have the whole house, except for the Floo room, empty by the time Fudge and
Dumbledore visited. The Clan didn’t want to let the two know their plans to move so they would
hold the meeting in the Floo room to give the appearance that nothing had changed.

They all went up to tuck Harry into bed, the young sub curling around his fluffy pillow and soft
blanket with a small, almost nonexistent smile on his lips.

Afterward, Bartok floo called Percival to ask him to play bodyguard once more and then they all
spent the rest of the night beginning the process of moving.

Albus Dumbledore was furious and the glass trinket that smashed against the walls of the ancestral
Weasley manor did not help in calming his temper. Yesterday he had awoken to the stomach-
dropping feeling of falling, but, as this was a common phenomenon, it didn’t worry him until the
moment his body hit the dew-damp ground with a heavy thud. The side he landed on was bruised
almost immediately. That wasn’t the first time he had cursed the fragility of his aging body, but at
that moment, he was more worried about what had happened. Albus could remember falling asleep
in his bed within the Headmaster’s tower, but, somehow, he was now laid out in the dirt in front of
the Hogwarts wrought iron gates with the guardian gargoyles sneering down at him.

He couldn’t believe they dared to look at him like that! He was the Headmaster of Hogwarts. He
reached for his wand, to blast them to pieces, only to find that he was still in his sleepwear and his
wand must still be on his nightstand in his chambers. Albus swore under his breath and vowed that
he would curse whoever had done this to him. He could barely handle the pranks the children
pulled, but they were easily removed and for the most part, never directed his way.

Albus gathered his superiority around him like one of his magnificent robes and strode towards the
gate. Before he could get within ten feet of the ornate gates, the gargoyles jumped down from their
perches, their growls like the sliding of rocks down a stony hill.

“You are no longer welcomed here,” said the gargoyle on the left, shocking Dumbledore. The
things had been animated to speak.

His fury grew as he discerned the statement. How dare they block his entrance! “What do you
mean? I am the Headmaster of this school!”

“You are no longer welcomed here,” It repeated, voice still even.

Dumbledore scowled and spun on his heel. He had long ago edited the wards to allow him to
apparate onto the grounds, but, as soon as he tried, he was immediately bounced back, and
slammed back onto the dirt pathway. His magic exploded out of his control and left large fissures
in the Earth surrounding his feet. It was then that Albus felt the lack of connection with the school,
the turf falling back to the ground as he anxiously searched all the external magic connected to
him. There was a gaping hole in his core where his connection to the school had once been and it
was steadily leaking magic. Another hole had been punched through him. His bond with Fawkes
was broken.

The scream that ripped its way through his body was soul-deep and so loud that the birds nesting in
nearby trees fled in alarm. Albus dropped to his knees as his mind furiously went through all
possible circumstances that would cause this, but he came up with nothing. There was no way this
could have happened, but somehow it had.

Without his wand, and with his core steadily leaking, he couldn’t cast a Patronus to try and contact
Minerva, so he had no choice but to apparate to his nearest safe house.
He found the tiny house on the outskirts of Hogsmeade completely empty.

Albus’ magic once again burst from him in a flaming tornado that burnt the house down around
him within seconds. The sounds of the other villagers’ worried voices and rapid footsteps were the
only reason he made it out of the remains of the house before Aurors arrived. It took every last
ounce of his magic to apparate away. He was knocked out with magical exhaustion before he even
landed against the hard stone, face first.

Albus awoke the next morning to an owl tapping insistently on the grimy small window. Every
fiber of his being felt like it was burning. It was as if he was caught within a blaze of Fiendfyre and
his brain was wrapped in cotton wool. But the damned owl persisted, and Albus was forced to get
to his shaky feet just to get the bird to stop. It held in its beak an official summons from the
Ministry, the letter revealing that Fudge had moved up the date for the DuMone Clan’s trial.
Normally, he would have appreciated Fudge being clever enough to try and throw the filthy
creatures off their game, but today Dumbledore couldn’t help but want to kill the man. Albus was
in no state to appear publicly, but he had no choice. If he wasn’t there to lead his people there was
no way they would win the case. Albus also knew that the man who now had custody of Harry
Potter was the lawyer for the Vampires, and after a failure would be the perfect time to ambush
him. He had also already convinced the Minister of the family's potentially nefarious intentions
with the boy, so he had to make an appearance.

But first, he had to get dressed and find a new wand until he could get Minerva to retrieve his own.
Luckily, he kept his Chief Warlock robes in his offices at the Ministry, and he was the only one
who had a floo connection to his office, so he didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing him in this
state. After Dumbledore arrived in the Ministry, he was quick to change into the plum-colored
robes. Next, Albus flooed Molly. He had long ago given her one of his backup wands to hold onto.
The meeting was in half an hour so he didn’t have the time to figure out what was wrong with the
wards or answer the many questions Minerva would have if he did contact her.

He spent that time casting cleaning spells over his sweat and dirt-covered skin and then began to
meditate to try to repair his core as much as he could in the short period of time he had. He barely
finished patching up the hole made by the violent breaking of his bond to Fawkes when the alarm
he set to alert him to the start of the meeting went off. Dumbledore rushed into the courtroom,
allowing his robes to billow behind him. He took his seat in the Chief Warlock box and surveyed
his surroundings. The disgusting creatures were already at their defendant’s desk in the middle of
the room, Bartok Claremore calmly shifting papers on the desk. Dumbledore itched to send a
compulsion the man’s way, but he stopped himself when he saw that panicked look on Dedalus’
face. Dedalus was motioning towards Dumbledore as he tried to get Albus to come over so they
could talk, but Albus doubted it could be that important and waved him off. This case would be a
quick win, whatever his old ally had to say could wait.

Fudge looked furious, obviously frustrated that his change in time hadn’t got the results he wanted,
Umbridge, who was at the Minister’s side, was as pink as her hideous hat. The case went fast, and,
during it, Dumbledore tuned everything else out as he worked on patching up his core. This case
was in the bag so he had nothing to worry about. That was, until the votes were tallied up.
Somehow the case had been dismissed. Dumbledore couldn’t help his mouth falling open. He
couldn’t believe it!

Albus had calculated the vote count himself, and they should have had a comfortable margin. He
quickly scanned all his people, looking for betrayal, but they all looked just as shocked and
disgusted. The Minister looked flabbergasted. Umbridge looked like she was about to snap and
start casting Unforgivables.
It took Dumbledore a few seconds of furious blinking, in which time the creatures gathered up their
belongings and started to leave, for him to get together enough to drag Fudge and two Aurors after
them. Now more than ever it was essential to confront Bartok Claremore. Hopefully just being
confronted by their party in the Ministry itself would be enough to get what he wanted.

Dumbledore allowed Fudge to do the talking while he just analyzed the man in front of him. He
was tall, and, if Dumbledore wasn’t so self-assured, he might have been intimidated by his
physique. Instead, he saw what the man truly was; just another filthy creature that needed to be put
down. Luckily, Fudge knew how to use his clout and authority and quickly secured a meeting at
the creature’s home where they could plant evidence if needed to get Harry back within his
control. He would bring Molly and Ron just in case to entice the boy into complying without a
fight.

After the lawyer left Dumbledore made his way back to his office, hoping to try to use the floo to
get back into the school, and, barring that, he could try and get Minerva to open the wards for him.
But, the nervous form of Dedalus Diggle was hunched in front of his door and wringing his hands
violently. Dumbledore motioned the man in, summoning a House-Elf to get them tea. Dedalus took
in a shaky sip before speaking.

“Albus… We have a problem,” The man said quietly.

Dumbledore sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. The last two days had been an absolute mess.
Sure, he knew he could get everything back under control, but that didn’t mean Albus wanted to. “I
know Dedalus. We should have had that vote in the bag, but, somehow, those filthy creatures
wormed their way out of justice.”

“Albus-” Diggle tried again.

“I am sure we can reopen the case. It will just take us a few weeks of work.” Albus continued
without paying attention to what the man in front of him was trying to say.

“Albus!” Dedalus shouted, voice quivering and lower lip wobbling. Dumbledore wanted to shoot a
stinging hex at the man and tell him to grow up, but, before he could, the other man spoke up
again. “Albus… We lost the proxy for the Black, Lupin, Peverell and Potter seats. That is what I
was trying to tell you. I flooed your office in Hogwarts, but there was no answer.”

Albus’ magic exploded again, ripping open the patches he had made to his core. Everything in his
office exploded outwards and Dedalus ran from the room without even looking back. The
whirlwind continued until his office was completely destroyed and his core was drained. He could
barely make his way to the floo, stumbling as he called out Weasley Manor, only to see the office
empty of everything besides a cheap glass orb Dippet gifted him with when he became
Headmaster.

Soon, that too was only broken pieces of glass.

Tiptop explained the situation to her fellow House-Elves, and they were all furious to know
someone was trying to take away one of their younglings. They were quick to start packing
everything on the ground floor and basement and had everything moved by the end of the first day.
Tiptop had to run the other Elves off when she found them trying to feed her little master. She
shooed them back to packing, which allowed her the time to dote on her charge.
On the day before the meeting Harry was sitting bundled up in a pile of blankets in the Floo Room
with a good book. The teen didn’t realize it, but Tiptop kept sneakily refilling his drink and a plate
of small nibbles. Because of the distraction of a good book, he didn’t even notice how much he ate.

Tiptop had taken to dosing Harry’s food with nutrient potions to fatten him up a bit, so she was
glad to see him eat so much. The moment she first laid eyes on the little Kitsuné she claimed him
as hers. His magic, even while in a coma, was warm and welcomed her in like a hug. Tiptop had
never felt anything like it before. That was when she swore to do everything in her power to protect
her little Harry.

That was why when a tall young man stepped through the floo, even though she knew him, Tiptop
stood in the shadows with a cast iron frying pan in hand.

Harry was startled when the floo flared, and a tall man stepped out, flicking his fingers out in a
careless show of wandless magic to clean the ash from his silk shirt and black slacks. Harry
couldn’t help the blush that covered his cheeks when the man looked at him, one red and one blue
eye piercing into him like a brand.

Handsome.

Harry frowned at the thought that seemed to come out of nowhere. The man in front of him was
long and lean. His slicked-back hair curled slightly around his ears where several piercings rested.

The man took a step forward, eyes still locked on Harry, and then Harry noticed the familiar
features. Mainly the tilt of his eyes, nose, and the way his ears stuck out slightly. He was much
taller than his brother Lyle, who told Harry he had twenty-four siblings, he just didn’t know which
one this was.

“Hello there, what’s your name?” The man’s soft voice flowed through the air like a feather in a
breeze. Harry couldn’t help as his ears laid back flat and his tail thumped wildly within his cocoon
of blankets. The man took another few steps forward, his sharp leather shoes clicking against the
marble floor.

Harry pulled further into himself, unsure of what to do. After a few seconds of the man’s expectant
look, Harry finally whispered his first name.

“Hello, Harry, my name is Siles. I am looking for my older brother Lyle. Do you know where I
might find him this evening?” Siles smiled softly, eyes slightly far away as if remembering
something.

Harry had no clue where his Pops might be as all the adults were running around the house making
sure everything was finished before the move. He could be anywhere in the manor or even at the
new home, but, luckily, Harry knew just who to call, “Tiptop?” The House-Elf appeared before
him, waiting for him to ask his question. “Could you tell Lyle that his brother Siles is here to see
him?” Tiptop nodded, ears flapping against her face and popped away again.

Siles was still standing in the middle of the room. He was looking over at Harry with a look the
boy couldn’t begin to identify. Harry pulled the fuzzy blankets tighter around himself and raised
his book to hide his face within the pages, looking over the edge warily.

“I should have thought of that,” Siles commented with a soft laugh.

Suddenly a hand rested on his shoulder, and Harry looked up in surprise to see his Pops standing
behind him where he smiled widely at his brother. “You know Harry, it’s polite to offer our guests
a seat,” Lyle teased, ruffling Harry’s growing curly hair.

Harry fidgeted, before a devious smile found its way onto his face. “But, Pops, I thought I wasn’t
supposed to talk to strangers.” He teased back, referring to the talk Bartok had given him over
lunch yesterday about the general rules for the Courts. One such rule was never to be alone
without a parent or bonded mate before he reached maturity at eighteen.

Bartok had explained the fundamental laws of Terradore. The two most significant ones pertaining
to Harry were that children were never to be left unattended in public and that underage magicals
were allowed, and even encouraged, to use magic outside of school.

“You got me there,” Lyle chuckled at the mischief brimming in his son’s eyes before turning to his
younger brother. “So what can I do for you?” Lyle asked, sitting beside Harry and motioning for
Siles to take the chair across from them.

“When I came home from my workshop mother told me Vippy was helping you move. I wanted to
come see what was going on.” Siles leaned forward, obviously worried for his brother and his
family.

Lyle grimaced slightly. His brother had been away at a business management workshop for the
past month, and Lyle hadn’t thought to send him a letter about their changing circumstances.
“Well, we will be moving to the Garden Hill manor in Terradore due to the happenings of the past
three weeks. I am sorry I forgot to get in touch with you about it, but it has been very hectic, and a
lot has changed.”

“I am assuming your new title of Pops would have something to do with it?” Siles questioned as he
once again looked Harry up and down as the teen curled into Lyle’s side.

Lyle’s grin grew impossibly wider as he wrapped his arm tightly around his son’s shoulders. “Yes!
Siles, let me introduce you to Harry Potter, my clan’s adoptive son.” Harry squirmed uneasily
under Siles’ attention. He didn’t know why, but the other man made his stomach flutter.

Harry finally looked up to meet Siles' eyes again and was shocked by the concern he saw so
blatantly displayed there. Harry could tell that the man wanted to comment on his size, but,
thankfully, he didn’t.

Unfortunately, Lyle noticed it as well, “Anna is taking excellent care of him, and his health has
improved greatly.”

While Harry loved Lyle, he wished his Pops wouldn’t bring it up. He didn’t want to look any
weaker than he had to in front of this stranger. However, Harry also knew the only reason Lyle had
brought it up was because he trusted his little brother with the information so Harry couldn’t blame
him for that. Siles seemed nice, but Harry had only spent a moment in the man’s presence and
couldn’t put the same trust in him that Lyle did. What if Siles used this information against him?

Harry listened to the two brothers talk for about an hour, mostly just enjoying the tight hold his
Pops had on him and the comfort of his blankets. They discussed the Courts, Siles’sworkshop, and
his schooling. Harry learned that the man was attending the Arthur Technical Institute for a degree
in Business Management. They also talked about their other siblings and what was going on in
their lives.

It was then Lyle made a query that caught Harry’s attention, waggling his eyebrows as he did. “So
have you found who you were looking for yet?”

Harry wondered what Siles could be looking for when the man answered Harry noticed Siles was
looking at him out of the corner of his eye. “Yes, recently in fact,” Siles drawled.

Lyle looked surprised, “You have been looking for three years now! Congratulations! Tell me
more about him.”

Siles blushed lightly, “Ah, I have yet to start the courting process so I would like to wait to tell you
more if you don’t mind.”

Lyle whined, but after his brother kept his lips tight even with Lyle begging to know more the
older brother finally let it drop.

Siles was soon saying that he needed to go home and unpack his belongings, standing up to hug his
brother as he did. It was funny to Harry to see how much taller Siles was than his elder sibling and
he couldn’t help the chuckle that came out as Siles ruffled his brother’s hair. Lyle glared playfully
back at him.

Harry was surprised when Siles moved in front of him, holding out a hand for Harry to take. The
boy did so hesitantly, not sure what Siles was doing when the grip wasn’t that of a handshake.
Instead, the older boy bent nearly in half and kissed the top of Harry’s hand gently, barely a brush
of lips, before he was pulling away. He waved goodbye at the two and flooed away without
another word.

Harry looked over to his Pops who had his mouth hanging open in shock. Harry wasn’t sure why,
but Lyle didn’t offer the information and just left the room with a thoughtful look on his face.
Harry just went back to reading, ready to put the weirdness down to the stress of moving.

Harry fidgeted nervously on the couch between Anna and Issy with his tail clutched tightly to his
chest. There were three hours left before the Minister and Dumbledore were set to arrive, and
Harry had been jittery the whole day. His parents had assured him many times that there was
nothing to worry about, but Harry couldn’t help it. He was contemplating asking Anna for a
calming draught, but he was trying to get through a day without needing one.

So far he hadn’t been left alone since they were worried that Fudge would try to pull the same trick
he tried with the DuMone Clan and show up early. Harry had barely been able to down one finger
sandwich, and when the rest of his parents finally finished whatever it was they were doing, he
finally relaxed fully.

Issy enthusiastically started talking about the new manor to distract Harry, who had yet to see it.
However, Issy assured him he would love it. She mooned over the sprawling grounds and the
extensive gardens that surrounded the manor for which it was named. She excitedly told him about
his new rooms, which she had been working on, bouncing up and down as she spoke, not noticing
the shock this statement induced in her son. Luckily for Harry’s sanity, the floo flared and
distracted them all. Harry tensed as an unknown man walked out of the fire in heavy black leather
robes, but when Bartok stood and greeted the man warmly with a hug Harry relaxed. While the
man’s face was much softer than his Papa’s, he was just as striking. His features are offset by the
sharp line of his pitch-black collar and slicked-back blond hair. He had the intense look of a
seasoned fighter, something he recognized by the look Harry had seen on his Godfather’s face as
he left the castle on the back of Buckbeak.
“Percival, you know all my mates, but I would like to introduce you to our son, Harry.” Harry
choked back the lump in his throat from the pride so clearly displayed in both Bartok’s voice and
face at the word son. “Harry, this is my dear friend and mentor, Percival Graves. Percival is a Head
Auror in Terradore and is here to stand as a bodyguard for both today’s meeting and the Will’s
reading tomorrow.”

“It is nice to see you all again. It is also nice to meet you, Mr. Potter,” Percival said, voice gravelly,
as he bowed deeply.

“Would you like anything to drink?” Anna asked, getting ready to pour the man a glass.

“No thank you, Anna, I don’t drink while on the job.” With that Percival took an at-ease position
behind the couch Harry was situated on, wand clasped in his hands behind his back, ready to cast
at a moment's notice.

It was another twenty minutes before Fudge and his posse strode out of the floo as if they owned
the place. He didn’t even wait to be invited to take a seat. Everyone else was tense. Even the two
Aurors the Ministry brought with them were stiff as they eyed Percival.

Fudge served himself a cup of tea and took a plateful of cookies Tiptop had made just for Harry,
she hadn’t even let the other clan members have any. Harry couldn’t imagine what Tiptop would
do to the man as retribution, but he was sure it would be swift and humiliating.

That was when Dumbledore came through the floo followed by, to his surprise, Molly and Ron.

Harry saw the look of disgust both Molly’s and Ron’s faces twist into when they first saw him, and
they weren’t quick enough to hide them. Harry’s heartfelt that last thread of hope he held for their
friendship snapping like an overly tight bowstring. They soon plastered on welcoming smiles, but
Harry could see through them easily, and he knew that the only reason they were here was in an
attempt by Dumbledore to get him to agree to leave with them.

Anna greeted them all tightly, her usually soft demeanor turning sharp like the edge of a new
blade.

“Mr. Potter, it’s great to see you again,” Fudge finally greeted, completely ignoring the
Claremores, and this, more than anything, pissed Harry off.

Harry schooled his face into blankness, not wanting to give them any ammo to use against his
parents. “Minister, it’s very kind of you to check up on how I am doing with my new family.”
Harry fought not to fidget under the man’s gaze. He might not look intimidating, but there was
something about the way he studied Harry that made his skin crawl.

The Minister coughed to clear his throat before he spoke again, “Yes, your sudden removal from
your family was quite unexpected. All the documents surrounding the circumstances are sealed, so
naturally, I am concerned for your wellbeing. I was also shocked to hear that you had come into a
creature inheritance.” Fudge fought to hide the slight downward tilt of his mouth at the word
creature, but he was unsuccessful. “The only creature blood that the Potter’s carried hasn’t been
seen for centuries.” The Minister fidgeted, looking over at Dumbledore for advice.

So far, Albus had just sat silently as he assessed the whole situation, scanning them all for any
details he could glean. But, as soon as he noticed Harry looking at him his blue eyes started
twinkling, Grandfatherly demeanor back in place like a well-worn mask. “Yes, my boy, we had no
word from you. You really worried us. When I got no response from your Hogwarts letter, I
couldn’t help but assume the worst.”
Anna broke into the conversation then, done allowing these men to speak to her son. “The records
of all emergency adoptions are sealed, and the child’s name is left out. I am surprised you were
able to find out as it could be considered a breach of privacy.” Anna commented casually,
watching the way the Minister paled and Dumbledore’s wrinkled face went stony.

“But the removal was rather sudden, and, as the Minister, I have a right to know such things,”
Fudge tried.

“All abuse cases are handled quickly and as privately as possible. Madam Bones worked the case
herself, and if she didn’t feel like you needed to be informed, it was not your job to find out.” Anna
continued as if the man hadn’t even spoken. Harry curled further into Anna’s side, not liking that
his treatment was being so openly stated but knowing it was one of the only ways to assure he
wasn’t separated from his family.

“Abuse?!” Fudge stuttered out, watery blue eyes almost popping out of his sockets as he looked
over at Harry in a whole new light.

“As a licensed pediatric healer, I dealt with the abuse myself. It was the most severe case I have
ever personally handled, and Harry will need to be in treatment for the next few years.” Anna
placed a folder on the table in front of the Minister. “These are the verified medical scans I
performed.”

Dumbledore reached out to try and snatch the folder up, but Fudge was surprisingly quicker. He
paled as he scanned through the documents, face going slightly green. That was when he whipped
towards Dumbledore, eyes burning with an inner fire. “Albus, explain! You were his guardian,
how could you have allowed this?” Fudge demanded, face red with fury.

“I wasn’t aware of any abuse,” Dumbledore replied calmly, but the tightness of his fists, fingernails
digging into his palms, gave away how furious he was. “I placed him with his relatives so that he
could know the love of a family. Had I known things were this bad, I would have placed him in the
Weasleys’ care. But now that this has come to light, I am sure they would be more than willing to
welcome Harry into their home. After all, Molly and Arthur already view him as one of their own,
and Ronald is his best friend.”

Harry’s teeth clicked together harshly as he tried to hold his tongue, but the anger flooding him was
too much to hold back, and he was soon yelling. “You weren’t aware?!” Everyone turned to look at
him, eyes wide, but most of all the fury that started to show on Dumbledore’s face fueled his own.
“I begged you not to send me back! I told you that they hurt me. I told you that I wasn’t safe there!
But year after year, when I asked for help, you kept saying I was exaggerating. That living there
was for the best! You sent me back!”

Dumbledore’s voice was flat, his fingernails cutting into the meat of his palms, blood rolling down
his hands. “Each year we have many students who wish to stay over the summer, but we have no
right to keep them from their legal guardians, nor do we have the staff to supervise them over the
break. All students must go home to their families.” Towards the end, Dumbledore tried to sound
reassuring, but it came out as condescending.

Anna sounded just as furious as Harry, but she hid it better as she clutched her son, trying to
comfort them both. “But you, Mr. Dumbledore, were Harry’s self-proclaimed Magical Guardian.
When he came to you with accusations of abuse it was your job to take care of him, both as his
Guardian and as Chief Warlock. But obviously, you did nothing to investigate these claims.” Anna
snapped.

The Minister was now just sitting back in his chair, arms crossed and face red as he took in all that
was said. Molly looked just as furious, but more so because Harry had dared to yell at the
Headmaster. Ron just ignored everything that was happening, sporting the same look he did when
he was daydreaming about the Chudley Cannons, and Harry felt nothing but disgust towards the
other boy. Here they were discussing the horrific abuse Harry had gone through, and all he could
do was think of himself.

“Mrs. Claremore, I know you might not understand this, but I am a very busy man, and when Mr.
Potter arrived at Hogwarts he seemed perfectly fine. I had no reason to worry about him returning
to his relatives' care.” Dumbledore tried to defend himself, but they could all see just how weak it
was. It almost didn’t even warrant a reply.

Now that she had Albus backed into a corner, Anna took this chance to calm herself and seem like
the more mature one in the situation but still pounce on the moment of weakness he was showing.
“Mr. Dumbledore, if you did not have the time to take care of a child directly under your care,
maybe you should have considered either not making yourself his Magical Guardian or dropping
one or two of your positions. If you missed something so big pertaining to a child you were tasked
with protecting, how many other abused children at Hogwarts have gone undiscovered?”

Dumbledore flinched back at her barb, but had the presence of mind to stop Molly, who was
building up to a rant, with just one look.

“As you can clearly see, Minister Fudge, Harry’s removal was necessary to his well-being as is our
Guardianship. So it is in his best interest to remain with us.” Anna looked over to the Minister who
seemed to have come to a decision, but, before he could speak, Dumbledore interrupted. Fudge just
used this time to further analyze the situation.

Dumbledore’s voice was weak as he obviously pulled out the last argument he had, the whole
reason the Weasleys were even here. “I may have failed-” All the Claremores scoffed, even the
Minister joined in which made Dumbledore flush in anger. “However, you are taking Mr. Potter
away from a loving family who would gladly welcome him into their home. He barely knows you
all. Wouldn’t it be best for him to be with people who already care for him?”

Molly finally got her chance to speak up, a fake smile plastered on her face in a mimicry of human
emotion. “Yes, we would love to take you in, Harry.” She turned towards the Minister. She seemed
to think that if she just smiled wide enough, she could convince him that it was for the best that
Harry come stay with them. “Harry, the dear, has stayed with us for a portion of the past few
summers. He and my Ronny are best friends, don’t you know? He loves staying with us,” Molly
insisted.

Ron finally seemed to come out of his stupor when his mother started talking, Years of her hearing
her yell made him attuned to her voice. “Yeah, mate! We already got the spare cot set up in my
room! I also got a new Quidditch magazine for us to read! It features the Cannons.” Ron said as if
an article on the Cannons would be enough to entice Harry into leaving with them.

After all these years, and now that he knew the betrayal they had committed on him, his anger
finally bubbled up. “No,” Harry whispered, looking down at his lap before he finally looked up,
glaring at Ron. “I don’t want to go with you. I want to stay here with my family! I am happy, and I
have everything I could ever want.” Harry stated, making his position clear.

“But Harry-” Ron whined, but Issy was quick to cut him off before he got any further.

“Harry said no. Besides, he is still under constant medical watch and he has daily potions that need
to be administered.” Issy informed them, clearly relying on the mental training she undertook to
become a healer to keep her calm.
“I’m sure if you tell me what potions he is on I would be more than able to handle his care. After
all, I have raised seven children and seen my fair share of sickness.” Molly tried again, laughing
hollowly at the joke she made.

“You, Mrs. Weasley, are not a licensed healer and therefore do not have the knowledge to deal
with this sort of case. It’s more than just handing him the potions. We have to test him daily and
adjust the doses to make sure they are working correctly. He is fragile, both from the abuse and his
inheritance, and is still on bed rest.” Anna explained as if she were trying to hammer it into the
woman’s thick head. But she seemed to just not get it, opening her mouth to try another angle.
Luckily the Minister stood, obviously done listening to this bickering.

“Mr. Potter will remain in your custody for now while I take the time to thoroughly investigate this
situation. However, come September I expect to see him return to Hogwarts for his fourth year.
Now, I am afraid I must go. I have another appointment to keep.” Fudged thanked them all for their
time, thoughts far away with his ponderings as he and his escorts left through the floo, the file still
in hand.

With the Minister’s departure, it seemed as if Dumbledore regained his footing. “Come now, my
boy, don’t you wish to spend the rest of your summer with Ronald? I hear they even have tickets to
the Quidditch World Cup and that Ms. Granger will be joining them.” Dumbledore pressed,
twinkle back in his eye.

“I’m not your boy,” Harry hissed. When he first met the man Harry had enjoyed Dumbledore
calling him that. It gave him a connection he had always longed for, but now the thought of it
made his stomach churn. Dumbledore ignored this entirely though, as if Harry never even said a
thing.

Ron seemed to perk back up at the word Quidditch and was soon going on about how they had box
seats and were planning on camping out for the night. Harry just continued to stare the old man in
front of him down, ignoring the empty-minded redhead as he bounced in place. “As you were just
told by Minister Fudge, my Guardianship will remain with my family .” Harry just wanted them to
leave so he could be with his family.

“Come now, my boy, I am sure we-” Dumbledore’s thin voice was cut off by Percival’s much
more commanding one.

The Auror stepped forward, their guests seeming to notice him for the first time. “Mr. Potter has
already stated that he doesn’t wish to go with you. It is time for you to leave - you are no longer
welcome here.” Percival removed his hands from behind his back, his wand clearly on display.

Dumbledore jumped up, the two Weasleys following, as he bristled at Percival’s demand. “Now
see here, you cannot just dismiss me! I am the Chief Warlock and Supreme Mugwump!” His wand
appeared in his hand as he faced the imposing Auror.

“Mr. Dumbledore, you will find that since our hosts have committed no crime and have already
asked you to leave, you are now trespassing. So I, as Head Auror, have every right to take you into
custody if you do not vacate these premises now,” Percival stated calmly, raising his wand a
fraction and shifting into a dueling stance.

All three paled and quickly made their way to the fireplace, Dumbledore throwing a last parting
shot by saying, “The Minister only said you held custody for now . Do not forget that.” With a
flash of green and a hasty utterance, they were gone.

Everyone relaxed except for Percival, who stayed on guard until the flames shifted back to orange
 and subsided. Issy was the first one to voice her dislike for Dumbledore, but everyone was quick to
agree with her.

“Fudge was clearly blindsided,” Bartok noted, rubbing at his chin.

“I vote for going home!” Lyle cried, clearly wanting to leave this all behind them and get back to
their regular routine without the risk of Harry being taken. All the paperwork was finished, and the
House Elves had finished moving the two beds during the meeting. They all said their goodbyes to
Percival who bowed towards Harry and said it was nice meeting him. Harry was quick to thank
him for defending them, and then they were being swept away by green flames.

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By the time they arrived at the Garden Hill manor, Harry was already too tired to stay awake. It
had been a stressful day and all Harry wanted to do was sleep. He didn’t even bother looking
around his new home as David carried him to their new rooms. Harry was asleep before they made
it up the stairs.

When Harry next woke he was surrounded by a pile of warm bodies, and the room he was in was
completely dark. He could hear David’s slight snoring and Issy’s nonsensical mumblings in her
sleep. A large hand reached over to rub at his scalp.

“Rest, Harry, we are all here,” Bartok whispered from his spot a few bodies over. Harry relaxed
back into the warmth his parents provided and was soon sound asleep once again.

Bartok woke early the next morning, well before four am, but instead of his usual habit of getting
out of bed and heading downstairs for coffee he stayed in bed with all his mates. When they tried to
put Harry into his own bed last night he had only clutched onto David tighter, refusing to be let go.
So instead they put him into their own bed, still clutched onto David while the Werewolf read.
Once they were all ready to go to sleep they just curled in around the two, their bed being big
enough by far for such a thing. At one point Harry had woken slightly but Bartok was quick to ease
him back to sleep.

Now everyone was starting to wake, Anna was already up and dressed in a neat pants suit. Issy was
just blinking awake, hair in a wild halo around her head and drool yet to be wiped from her chin.
Bartok couldn’t find her state of confusion to be anything but endearing. She looked down at Harry
who was still clutched tightly in her arms as if wondering where they were before looking around
to find the room much bigger than their old chambers. It took her a full minute before she gave up
and just buried her face into Harry’s growing curls.

Bartok then looked to David and Lyle who were on Harry’s other side. They were spooned up
tightly together, David pressed tightly to Lyle’s chest with the Tengu’s hands curled protectively
over his heart and stomach.

Bartok loved these quiet moments where he could just study his family’s faces. Even Anna, from
where she sat going over the medical scan she had taken of Harry when she first woke, looked
peaceful.

It was Harry’s scrunched-up nose and jaw popping yawn that let Bartok know it was finally time
for the day to start. They had a lot to get done before the Will reading at two and before then they
had to give Harry a quick tour of their new home.

Reluctantly, everyone got up and dressed for the day, Harry took in the bedroom as he dressed.
Their room was much like their last one, warm woods and sky blue wallpaper, but Issy had taken
this opportunity to redecorate. Before she met Anna and fell in love with healing, Issy had been
thinking of becoming an interior designer, but now she did it as a hobby, helping friends and family
whenever they needed it. She had lit up like a string of Christmas lights when she realized that
Harry would need more furniture for his new room.

They had decided that since Harry’s core was so large he should have the master suites, since he
would undoubtedly have more mates than Issy’s four. The Garden Hill home had been built for a
bonding circle that had fifteen members so the master suites were very large. They all knew that
someday Harry would move out, it was just part of the Kitsune’s nature to nest and isolate their
clan. But, they hoped that giving him the biggest set of rooms would allow their son to stay with
them as long as possible. To be honest they weren’t too keen on the thought of their little boy
bonding, but they would rather Harry’s mates live in their manor than lose their son so soon.

This way they could also keep a close eye on Harry’s mates to make sure they treat him like the
precious treasure he is. So far they knew Siles planned on courting their son. Normally this
wouldn’t automatically mean bonding, but since Siles was gifted with future sight, they had no
doubt he would end up being one of Harry’s mates. But at least they all knew him and trusted him
to treat their son right. That didn’t mean they wouldn’t still keep a close eye on the young Tengu.

They were all now fully dressed, and soon headed down to the morning room to eat breakfast. The
room stuck out from the main house. Three of its four walls were covered with ornate glass panels
along with the roof, letting in the soft morning sun and looking out onto the magnificent gardens.
One of the windows was open, letting in the sweet scent of the Juliet roses and morning dew.

Harry was so focused on staring over the grounds that he missed when Tiptop brought in breakfast
and sat down. He only noticed it when the scent of bacon filled the air and Hedwig came zooming
in through the open window, landing right in front of the plate of her favorite snack. She
shamelessly started munching on the bacon, ignoring Tiptop’s glare. Harry however smiled fondly
at his friend, reaching out to pet down her back.

Harry was still focused on the grounds outside, more so on the abundance of Juliet roses. Petunia
had kept a magazine on the most beautiful gardens in the world on the coffee table. Harry had
often snuck glances at the pages inside and he distinctly remembered seeing that particular species
of rose before because of the lengthy article that mentioned just how expensive the plant was.

But now looking at them Harry could only compare them to the Dream Lilies that Neville had
gifted him, and the roses paled in comparison. As Neville had claimed, the blossoms shifted with
the passing sun, going from a stark white to a plum so dark it was nearly black. Its scent was
beyond comparison.

Harry wondered however if Neville grew muggle species of plants within his garden and if he
could maybe send one of the rose bushes to his friend. He would have to ask his parents if it was
okay because he knew just how expensive they were. However, Harry suspected they would agree
because Harry could see at least twenty of the bushes and could imagine they were surrounding the
rest of the manor.

But, more than anything, Harry wished to walk these gardens with his friend. He wanted to listen to
Neville’s enthusiastic ranting about each new plant they came across. Harry loved watching the
innocent joy on his friend’s face when he was working with plants, and more than once Harry had
been so distracted by it in Herbology class that Professor Sprout had reprimanded him. Harry
flushed at the thought of Neville’s face covered in dirt after he came back from working in the
greenhouses after dinner.

Harry had always wanted to reach out and wipe the soil from his round cheeks, he didn’t know
why, but he held back any time the urge struck him.

He ate his food almost mechanically, even though it was delicious as always, as he thought about
how Neville would react to seeing their gardens, what expressions he would make, and how his
magic hummed when he was around plants.

Hedwig was the one to finally break him out of his thoughts, obviously upset that he had ignored
her for so long. Harry was quick to make it up to her, rubbing at her beak that was shiny with bacon
grease. “Hey girl, have you been enjoying the new grounds?”

Hedwig bobbed her head in answer and began chattering at him.

“I know, I know, as soon as we can we will go get the bond fixed so you can tell me all about it. I
promise.” Hedwig looked pleased with this, allowing him to preen her head feathers in reward.
Harry was also excited to hear whatever she had to share with him, he could only imagine what she
would first say to him.

She was soon nipping him goodbye and swooping out the window to fly off above the garden.
Harry saw her make a quick dive before continuing.

“Well, Harry, do you want to see your new room?” Issy asked, hopping up and down in her seat in
excitement. Harry was quick to agree, curious as to what else the house held. Issy and Anna led
him back through the house as his fathers got things ready for their trip to the bank. Anna pointed
out rooms as Issy tried to rush them through the house to get to his rooms.

They were soon in front of a wooden set of double doors with brass handles.

Issy threw the doors open to reveal a sitting room. There were three huge couches and four leather
armchairs. Harry was shocked, this looked more like a living room than a bedroom. Harry couldn’t
help but look up at Issy in shock, but the woman didn’t seem to notice, she just started speaking.

“This is your sitting room, that door-” Issy pointed towards another set of double doors, “Leads to
your study. There is a small library within, you and your mates will have to fill it up. But there is
plenty of room for all of you.” She then led them over to another set of doors, turning to him and
smiling like the Cheshire cat. Opening the doors slowly as she said, “Next is this. This is your
bedroom!”

When the doors were completely open Harry laid his eyes upon his room for the first time. All he
could do was stand stock still, mind halting. Harry couldn’t even comprehend what was in front of
him; there was a bed bigger than anything he had seen before. It had rich-looking green coverings
and the wood was a bleached white wood with gold inlaid runes. Harry couldn’t make out what
most of them meant but he recognized the Elder Futhark runes Gifu, Jera, and Algiz. There were
many others in many different runic alphabets he didn’t recognize.
Harry just stood there, unsure of what to do and how to feel. Ever since he had been rescued by the
Claremores, he had been constantly overwhelmed by their generosity and care. At this point, he
shouldn’t be surprised, but he couldn’t help it. Harry wiped his eyes where tears were starting to
form and instead pulled both of his Mums into a hug, whispering his thanks as he did. They just
assured him there is no need for thanks but Harry wanted them to never doubt how grateful he was
for all they did for him. Harry never wanted them to think he took anything they did for granted.

Issy led him around the room, showing him the ridiculously large closet that was bigger than his
last room and the bathroom which had a small swimming pool-sized bathtub. Harry was honestly
too overwhelmed to really think about all of it. Instead he just let Issy guide him around the room,
making a note to explore once he was alone.

Harry allowed himself to be guided through the rest of the house, taking in everything he could
while not allowing it to overwhelm him. Soon they were back in the breakfast room, an obvious
favorite over the other dining rooms for its magnificent view. They elected to eat lunch a little
before noon since they wanted to get to the bank early. After their lunch of sandwiches and soup
they sat around waiting for Percival to arrive.

Harry watched as the man strode into the room, mesmerized by the pure confidence the Auror
exuded. It almost seemed as if he glided across the quartz flooring, his black leather robes flapping
behind him in a way that reminded Harry of Professor Snape. While he disliked how the man
behaved, he couldn’t deny the man had a flair for the dramatic.

Percival once again bowed towards Harry, and the boy couldn’t help but wonder why he received
this treatment when all his parents got handshakes or even a hug in Bartok’s case. But his curiosity
was only mild, so he didn’t bother thinking about it. Instead, he just enjoyed the contentment that
rolled off his parents in waves.

David was soon bundling Harry through the floo, the adults still too worried to let Harry floo on
his own. A spike in magic could cause the person flooing to end up in unexpected places and, with
Harry’s core still recovering from his inheritance and the core bindings, his magic still tended to
spike. But, with one of the adults to take him through, he was in no danger. When they arrived at
the bank, one of the Goblin warriors led them to the meeting room the Will reading would be held
in.

Other than Helix, the room was empty. The Goblin was sitting at a desk, chairs spread out around
the room in front of him. He greeted them without looking up from the paperwork he was busy
shuffling through.

Bartok asked permission before transfiguring a few of the chairs into a couch large enough to fit
the five of them. Percival once more took a spot behind Harry. Now that he knew the man a little
more, and the fact that he had protected them from Dumbledore once, Harry allowed himself to
relax. Knowing that Mr. Graves was at his back and would do everything he could to keep them
safe, it gave him the confidence to relax back into his parent’s embrace.

That was until the door to the office opened at least. They all looked over to see who was coming
in, everyone holding their breath. But when Harry saw who it was, he was up in a flash.

As soon as Remus laid eyes on his cub, he was rushing towards him, lifting Harry within his arms
and spinning him around. The laughter that echoed through the room lifted Remus’ soul. For so
long, all he wanted was to have his mate and his cub. He now had his mate back, but Harry was
still out of his reach. For now he was just happy to see Harry. Dumbledore had come to Grimmauld
Place and claimed that Harry had been abducted. However, his wolf had screamed at him, like it
had throughout the whole school year, to rip the man’s throat out.

For so long he had ignored his wolf, had even thought it was trying to drive him insane with its
non-stop howling for its mate. Remus had been so confused as to why his wolf would mourn the
man when he was the reason they had lost their alpha pair and their cub. But his wolf instinctually
insisted that Sirius would never betray the pack.

Remus found out his wolf had always been right in its defense of Sirius and its distrust of Peter. His
wolf had always been upset when Peter was around, and it only grew as they aged. Now that his
wolf had proved it knew things Remus didn’t, he took to listening to its sentiments.

When Remus first arrived at Grimmauld Place, after Sirius messaged him with his location, he had
been too scared to even touch the other man. He’d been afraid Sirius would reject him after the
years of abandonment. Remus should have known better, but he let everyone else cloud his
judgment.

But then, his wolf howling in his mind louder than ever before, Remus stepped forward and kissed
his mate just to get the wolf to stop. As soon as he did, the howling calmed down to a contented
purr, and Sirius was melting under him, both crying for everything they’d lost. Later that night
when they were curled together naked, but not having had sex, Sirius confessed in stilted whispers
that he had been afraid Remus would no longer want him; that he wouldn’t be good enough for him
or Harry; that he already failed his pup so much, and wasn’t even able to keep his promise to take
Harry in. That was when Sirius confided in Remus about what he had seen and heard that day on
Privet Drive.

His wolf had once again howled in distress, as it had through most of the year when he saw Harry.
That was the moment he decided to embrace those instincts. So when Remus’ wolf had almost
taken control to rip open the Headmaster’s throat, Remus hadn’t trusted the man’s tales of
abduction. Remus had held Sirius’ hand in a death grip under the table, tapping out one of their old
secret codes that meant ‘wait’. It had taken two repetitions before Sirius remembered what it was.
It was Sirius himself that proposed a secret code after he snuck out one Christmas break to see a
muggle spy movie. It turned out to be invaluable while they were pulling off pranks.

Remus was shocked when he heard a word almost silently growling in the back of his mind,
repeating over and over. Liar liar liar liar .

After Dumbledore left, Remus told Sirius all that had been happening with his inner wolf. Sirius
had always been a proponent for Remus to follow his instincts, and that is exactly what his wolf
was. Remus only wished he would have followed that advice sooner.

But, when Sirius learned what his wolf had called the Headmaster, the first thing he did was bar the
man and all others from the house, leaving the wards open only to the two of them and Harry.

Sirius had been devastated when they got the invitations to the Will reading, but he knew it wasn’t
safe for him to go. But since Remus had run out and spent the last bit of his salary on potions to
help Sirius recover, the man didn’t even fight. All he did was make Remus promise to do
everything he could to make sure their pup was okay and to watch his back around Dumbledore.

The moment Remus walked through those doors, the smell of his cub hit him like a brick wall, his
serenity obvious, and he was soon lifting the boy in his arms and snuffling into his neck. It took
him a full minute of holding his cub close to his chest, his wolf rumbling in satisfaction once more,
to notice what the strange undertone he’d smelt was. It was the musk of a fox, and when Remus
pulled back he saw the perked up white ears tipped in gold and the tail wagging out of control
behind him.

“Cub, you look so healthy,” Remus said, shocked by how much Harry had changed in less than two
months. Remus had thought Harry’s gauntness had been due to worry about Sirius Black ruining
his appetite. But now, that was obviously not true, the fact he had grown at least five inches in that
time told of something much more sinister. Remus looked over Harry’s shoulder to see five adults,
all of them looking at Remus warily as if they were waiting to see if he would hurt his own cub.
Their care was obvious, and, for that alone, Remus wouldn’t just run off with Harry in his arms
and never look back. His wolf was also absolutely silent, and after weeks of following its lead
Remus was left adrift. In such a short time he had come to rely on it.

Remus fell back on his old tactic of studying a person to see their intentions and motives. However,
he saw nothing amiss. They all were genuinely concerned for Harry’s wellbeing, and that, more
than anything, was something Remus could get behind.

“Professor Lupin-” Harry started but Remus cut him off.

“Harry please, call me Remus or Moony, like you did when you were a baby,” Remus hesitated to
add that last bit. He had been too worried he would be ripped from Harry again to let them get too
attached to each other. Although he didn’t know why, considering the whole reason he said yes to
becoming a Professor was to see his cub. His wolf spoke up, that quiet growl of ‘Liar’ and he knew
why; Dumbledore.

“Moony, how are you? Have you heard from Padfoot? I want you to meet the Claremores… they
saved me… and… they adopted me.” Harry had started off excited but soon he was obviously
worried. His ears lay flat against his head and tail curling up between his legs as if trying to protect
his belly from possible attack.

Remus almost whined at the sight, he couldn’t stand that his cub thought he would be upset with
Harry being happy. Sure he wished it was him and Sirius who could have adopted their cub, but he
also knew there was no way they could. All they could do was be there for Harry, and do their best
to keep him safe. If these strangers were where Harry was safest, Remus would never try to
separate them.

His wolf whined, rattling his bones with its longing, but after a time fell silent. Sirius however,
would be a different matter. He had confessed to Remus that one of the only things keeping him
sane in Azkaban was the thought of one day being set free and raising Harry. Thoughts of family
game nights and teaching Harry to ride a motorcycle. Just being there for when Harry needed them,
whether it be homework or relationship problems. Sirius just wanted to be there.

But now all Remus could hope for is that these people wouldn’t cut them out, that they would
listen to what happened to Sirius and allow the man to be part of his Godson’s life. To not bar him
from seeing his cub just because he was a Werewolf.

But as Harry led Remus by the hand to introduce the adults to each other, Remus caught their
scents. They were all non-humans and Remus couldn’t help but relax. Especially at the scent of a
Werewolf. Remus knew that born Werewolves were very protective of those they considered pack
and that this man would never allow Harry to be hurt.

Remus also recognized Bartok as one of the most well-known lawyers for creature rights, which
also eased his worry. He wondered if the man might consider taking on Sirius’ case, it would be
something he would have to bring up later.
Instead he just enjoyed how happy Harry looked, the excited way Harry talked about everything
that had happened. He also asked his new guardians if Remus could come over later with a guest to
talk about what they had found out. At that part Harry’s excitement diminished but he was quick to
change the subject to the roses in the garden at their home.

When the door to the room opened once more Remus turned faster than anyone, hackles rising at
the thought that the person entering could be a danger to his cub. But it wasn’t, it was just another
one of his previous students and their guardian.

Neville stood in front of the fireplace for hours, too anxious to see Harry to move or eat. His Gran
had tried to pull him away, but she eventually gave up after twenty minutes. He kept casting the
Tempus charm over and over, the time moving as if through molasses.

Neville had been a nervous wreck since the start of summer break. Ever since Harry came into his
life, snatching Trevor up before their sorting and returning the adventurous toad to him with a
nervous smile, Neville had known that all he wanted was to keep Harry by his side. That feeling
had only grown with each interaction, the honest curiosity Harry’s face held whenever Neville
started ranting about plants, or the way Harry offered to help with Neville’s casting, never a
smidge of judgment in his offers.

Neville’s anxious nature was only made worse when Amelia mentioned, during one of her many
dinner visits with his Gran, that Harry’s custody had been changed. Neville’s neck popped with
how fast he looked over at the woman, listening intently. The way her square jaw tightened, and
her knuckles went white around her knife let Neville know just how bad it was.

There had been many clues about Harry’s home life, and Neville tried his best to get Harry out of
the situation he had been in. When he told his Gran and Aunt Amelia his suspicions, they had both
been shocked, however, when Neville asked a few days later if Harry would be removed, Amelia
just looked away from him. Not daring to meet his eyes as she left, leaving Augusta to let Neville
know that while Amelia had tried her best to check on Neville’s claims, someone had blocked her
at every turn.

Neville was devastated, and he took it into his own hands to do all he could for Harry when they
were together. He had unlikely partners in crime with the twins. They had seen him trying to slip a
general healing potion into Harry’s goblet during their first breakfast back. Their intense blue eyes
pierced him and stilled his hand, and soon, they were manhandling him off to an empty classroom.

They confronted him, searching his person for the vial of potion while Neville could do nothing
but stand stock still. There was a very good reason no one risked the Weasley twins' anger. But
when they opened the vial and took a sniff they both softened, handing the vial back over and
hugging Neville between them.

After that they had all taken turns distracting Harry to slip potions into his drinks. The twins even
showed him the classroom they warded and converted into a workshop, where they were working
on a cauldron of calming draught for Harry. Neville owled his Grandmother that all he needed was
her to send over the ingredients for the nutritional potions, since he now had someone who could
make the potions. It had taken the twins sending over their OWL results in potions and a vial of the
potion for her to test their effectiveness, but, once she was sure they wouldn’t accidentally poison
anyone, she had been willing to provide them with anything they asked.

But now Harry was in an unknown place, and while Auntie Amelia assured them Harry was in
better hands, Neville still couldn’t help but worry. So, when they got the invitation to the Potters’
Will reading, Neville could only hope Harry was there so he could check on him. To make sure the
people he was living with now wouldn’t hurt his friend.

He was sure his Gran would turn a blind eye if somehow Harry’s new guardians were to be
poisoned with some obscure plant if it came down to that. She was the one after all who had
provided him with various illegal plants at the age of fifteen. She was born a Black, and even
though her name had changed long ago she was still a Black at heart. She was the one to show him
how to poison someone’s tea, his Uncle Algie had never dared look at Neville again after that. It
was one of Augusta’s favorite things to do, to offer Algernon tea, in her most expensive tea set, and
see the instinctive flinch the man gave at just the word. Neville was convinced the only reason his
Gran had the man over at all was just to offer him tea. To remind him of what she would do to
protect those she cared about.

Neville watched impatiently as his Gran settled her hat on her head. He would have tried to rush
the woman along if he didn’t have a healthy fear of her. Once they exited the floo they had to wait
for a Goblin to lead them to the meeting room. Neville’s hands shook more violently with each
step they took, soon he would see his friend again. Maybe… he would have the confidence to tell
Harry just how he felt.

It was at the end of their First year that Neville recognized his feelings for the brunet. When he
heard that Harry was in the hospital wing in a magical coma, Neville realized that he never wanted
to be separated from the other boy. The twins were the ones to inform him of Harry’s status, all
three sneaking out in the middle of the night to visit Harry, unable to wait for morning. They were
at his side as often as possible over the next three days until Harry woke.

They were now in front of wooden double doors, Neville taking in a shaky deep breath preparing
himself for disappointment, What if Harry wasn’t here? What if he was and wasn’t as excited as
Neville to see each other?

Before he would work himself up any further the doors opened, Neville scanned the room, but at
first all he saw was six strangers and Professor Lupin. He started to deflate, his fears confirmed,
but then the Professor took a step to the side, revealing a small teen. A teen that Neville cared
about more than his own life.

There Harry was, bright green eyes glittering at him, wild hair now more curly with the added
length. But the two things that shocked Neville the most were the new additions, a beautiful pair of
ears and a fluffy tail waving out of control behind him. Then there was how healthy he looked, and
all the tension Neville had been holding since he first realized what Harry’s home life was like
melted away.

Time started moving again and they were running towards each other, Harry jumping into his arms
and wrapping his legs around Neville’s torso. Their foreheads came to rest against each other, eyes
both tearing up as a golden light burst from within them, surrounding them like a warm blanket, its
embrace cozy and comforting.

Harry was surprised at how fast Remus could move, his body tensing in preparation to attack if
there was a threat to his cub. That silent act showed Harry just how much the other man cared for
him, and he couldn’t help the tear that fell from his eyes, he was wiping it away with the back of
his hand when Remus took a large step to the side. Harry looked up to see Neville standing in the
doorway tensely. Harry barely recognized him, the other boy had suddenly shot up like a sprout
and the baby fat he carried, especially in his face, had melted away.

The only reason he even recognized the other boy was those warm brown eyes and his ears, which
still suck out, though he seemed to have grown into them. Harry couldn’t help himself as he ran
towards his friend, jumping up into his arms and wrapping around him like a koala.

So much had changed in these last few weeks, he had felt like he was cast adrift at sea, but now,
here Neville was, like an island of calm in the midst of stormy seas. All he could do was hold on.

The light that emitted from them was blinding but Harry couldn’t look away from the gold
flickering across Neville’s face, turning his eyes to warm honey. Neville stared right back, their
foreheads pressed together as if they were trying to become one.

Even as the light died down they stayed within each other’s arms, unwilling to let go, unwilling to
lose this feeling of absolute safety, where nothing mattered besides their heartbeats. Harry didn’t
know what was happening but that didn’t matter, this was all he needed.

The clearing of a throat, somehow stately, finally pulled their minds away from focusing solely on
each other. They both looked over to see Madam Longbottom, appearing regal in her deep blue
formal robes, watching them with the tiniest smile gracing her harsh features. “Well, it looks like
your mothers’ were correct.” Harry’s eyebrows raised in confusion but the Dowager continued
without having to be asked. “When you were both babies you were inseparable. You both screamed
when visits were over. Both of your first bouts of accidental magic were even inspired by the other.
Neville, your first sign of magic was when Harry was first starting to learn to walk, he fell on his
behind, you were in your mother’s arms and once Harry started crying you apparated over to him.
After that, you started conjuring flowers for him to make him smile. It was very adorable and we
were all so proud.

“Harry dear, yours was just as spectacular. You though, were much younger when it happened,
when Lily and James first started bringing you over to Longbottom Hall for play dates they would
put you in separate cribs for naps. You both would whine but eventually fall asleep. Weeks later,
when Alice and Lily walked into the nursery to find you both in Neville’s crib, they were both
shocked. The next time they put you down for a nap they sat on the floor and watched to see what
had happened. To their surprise, Harry, while asleep you levitated yourself into Neville’s bed.
After that they didn’t bother keeping you apart. Though you also apparated to Neville’s side more
than once.” Augusta smiled at the memory, obviously lost in the memories of better times.

Remus stepped up, laying a hand on both of their shoulders. “Your mothers often joked about
creating a marriage contract between you two.” Remus couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled from
himself as Harry looked over in shock. Why was Moony talking about marriage? Harry wanted to
ask but he was too scared. This information about his parents was more important than his
questions. “It was, surprisingly, James that intervened. The Potters, as a family, have never allowed
marriage contracts, they have always believed that its members should be able to choose to marry
whoever they love.” Remus smiled longingly, “Of course, at the time he didn’t realize Alice and
Lily were only joking.”

That was when the Claremores finally stepped forward, Lyle stealing Harry back, mumbling under
his breath about how Harry was his, while the rest just greeted Neville and his Gran. Harry
continued to stare at Neville from over Lyle’s shoulder giving a small wave and a smile.

Issy soon joined them on the couch as more people started arriving, Remus and the Longbottoms
taking the seats closest to Harry. The two boys stared at each other longingly between people
entering. The first to arrive was Professor McGonagall, her silver-streaked brown hair in a tight
bun, wearing tartan formal robes. For some reason, when she saw Harry she looked shocked, but
not disgusted. All she did, however, was give them all a formal nod before taking the seat next to
Augusta as the two began chatting in whispered tones.

Next to arrive were the Malfoys, something that shocked Harry, because he couldn’t believe his
parents would have left them something in their Will. Bartok had promised that only people
mentioned in the Will were allowed at the reading, but his Papa hadn’t mentioned the Malfoys
would be here. Harry was distracted from those thoughts by the small wave Lucius Malfoy gave
Bartok. He looked at his Papa in confusion as he waved back. He was wary now, he knew his Papa
wouldn’t do anything to hurt him, so he would have to tell Bartok about all the things Lucius had
done to make sure his Papa didn’t get hurt by him.

Harry noticed how Draco was staring at him unblinking, he couldn’t help the flush as he looked
away. Draco’s ghostly gray eyes had always felt like an arrow through his body, and right now he
couldn’t muster the courage to glare back. Instead, he looked over to Neville again, who was still
watching Harry, eyes so warm.

The door opened again, Professor Snape strolling in, pitch-black robes billowing in his wake,
reminding him of Percival entering their home earlier. Harry looked up to where the man was still
stationed behind him, watching everyone like a hawk.

Even with the confident whip of their robes and steady gazes, Harry noticed how different they
looked. Snape’s haunting, deep black eyes contrasted sharply with Percival’s strangely warm blue
ones. Snape’s black, lank hair hung obscuring his face while Percival’s blond hair was perfectly
quaffed. Percival’s straight nose and thin lips are a contrast to his Professor’s notorious aquiline
nose and full lips. Their contrasts were striking and Harry imagined them standing toe to toe,
assessing eyes trailing down their long bodies.

Harry had to shake the strange image from his mind as two more people entered the room, Harry
had very little time to study the two but the woman did give Mrs. Malfoy a stiff nod. But tension
suddenly filled the air and everyone went stiff-backed as Dumbledore swept in wearing hideously
garish orange robes, looking around the room as if he owned it. His eyes locked on Harry, making
the boy shrink back into Lyle’s side, turning to hide his face from the man.

Dumbledore started to make his way over to Harry, but before he could get any closer Remus
jumped up, body fully unfurling for the first time in Harry’s memory, easily over six feet. A deep,
almost inaudible growl echoed from Remus’ chest, and Harry caught the look of disgust
Dumbledore shot Moony, hand twitching towards his wand. That was when Neville stood as well,
shoulders still a little hunched and a full step behind Remus, but he still stood.

Before a fight could break out Helix spoke up, the previously unseen Goblin warriors stepping
forward menacingly with their sharp axes in hand, their attention focused on the Headmaster. “Mr.
Dumbledore, if you will take your seat we can begin,” Helix’s voice was calm but the daggers he
was shooting at the older wizard with just his gaze were deadly, and Dumbledore was soon sitting,
taking his time as if it was his idea.

“Thank you for attending the reading of the Last Will and Testament of the late Lord and Lady
Potter. As per the request of the Potter heir, Hadrian James Potter, the Wills have been unsealed,
the sealing of which is currently under investigation. However, we at Gringotts will now read and
adhere to the Potter’s last requests.” Helix pulled out a stack of documents, placing his half-moon
glasses onto his hooked nose. Harry barely recognized the small hand intertwined with his own, all
his attention focused on the Goblin in front of him.

“We will begin with the Will of James Charlus Potter, the Wills will read themselves and we ask
you to remain quiet through the proceedings.” Helix picked up a scroll and broke the seal, and,
from the paper, words started echoing around the dead silent room. Harry’s breath hitched, throat
tightening and eyes beginning to water.

“I, James Charlus Potter, presently of Godric’s Hollow, England, hereby revoke all former
testamentary dispositions made by me and declare this to be my last Will.

I appoint my spouse, Lily Rose Potter nee Evans, as the sole Executor of this Will, but if my
spouse should predecease me, or should refuse or be unable to act or continue to act as my
Executor, then I appoint Sirius Orion Black of London, England to be the sole Executor of this Will
in the place of my spouse.

Bequests:

I leave to Lily Rose Potter nee Evans of Godric’s Hollow, England, if she shall survive me, the
bulk of my estate with the exception of my other bequests. In the case she is unable to accept this
bequest it is to be held in trust by Sirius Orion Black of London, England, for Hadrian James Potter
of Godric’s Hollow, England. My dear Lily flower, I am sorry I have left you early, but you will
forever be in my heart. Know that I love you and Harry dearly and that I wish I could be there to
see our son grow into the good man I know he will be and watch as our hairs turn white together. I
have left letters in the main vault for you and Harry for each birthday. Please wake my portrait
when it is safe for you to.

I leave to Francis Augustus Longbottom and Alice Helen Longbottom nee Smith of Cornwall,
England, if they shall survive me, Vault 584. In the case that they are unable to accept this bequest
it is to be held in trust by Augusta Corvus Longbottom nee Black of Cornwall, England, for Neville
Francis Longbottom of Cornwall, England. Frank, you were always a brother to me and I am sad I
will no longer be there for you when Alice kicks you out of the house for being too risky at work.
Alice, you have become like a sister to me as well, please promise me if Lily and I are both gone to
help raise Harry. He will need a woman’s touch with Sirius and Remus raising him.

I leave to Sirius Orion Black of London, England, if he shall survive me, Vault 586. In the case he
is unable to accept this bequest it is to be given to Remus John Lupin of London, England. Sirius,
my brother in all but blood, prankster extraordinaire, and damn dirty dog, I leave to you my two
greatest treasures, Lily and Harry. There is so much I wish I could say, lists of things I need you to
do to make sure Harry grows into a better man than me. But it would take too long to do here, they
are in the vault I left for you, please read them. Lastly, don’t blame yourself if the Fidelius fails,
we both know who is really at fault.

I leave to Remus John Lupin of London, England, if he shall survive me, Vault 585 and the cabin
at Howling Shores. In the case he is unable to accept this bequest, it is to be given to Sirius Orion
Black of London, England. Remus, my best friend, please take care of yourself, Harry will need
you. I want you to have the contents of this vault and house to make sure if anything happens you
will be taken care of. Please use it, it’s one of my biggest fears that you will struggle unduly. Take
this and use it, you know I have more than enough to make sure Lily and Harry are well off, so
don’t worry about them. Also, please, make sure to balance out Sirius if the two of you have to
raise Harry. Even if you don’t, please make sure Sirius doesn’t go overboard, you know how Lily
threatens to castrate him and I can’t imagine you would be okay with that.

I leave to Minerva Brighid McGonagall of Kintail, Scotland, if she shall survive me, Vault 587. If
she is unable to accept this bequest it shall be donated to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry’s Library. Aunt Minnie, thank you for always being there for me, and I hope you get to
know Harry and steer him in the right direction if you are still working at Hogwarts when he starts
attending. Regardless of that, with my Mother now gone, I hope you will consider taking up the
role of Grandmother to Harry. The vault contains copies of most of the ancient texts my family has
amassed.

I leave to Andromeda Druella Tonks nee Black and Theodore Edward Tonks of London, England,
if they survive me, Vault 588. If they are unable to accept this bequest it is to be held in trust by
Sirius Orion Black of London, England, for Nymphadora Evangeline Tonks of London, England.
For the many nights when you babysat Harry when me and Lily needed a break. Some days I think
you both were the only reason we didn’t go insane at the beginning.

I leave to Lucius Abraxas Malfoy and Narcissa Asteria Malfoy nee Black of Wiltshire, England, if
they shall survive me, Vault 589. If they are unable to accept this bequest it is to be held in trust by
Andromeda Druella Tonks nee Black of London, England, for Draco Lucius Malfoy.

I leave to Severus Tobias Prince of Cokeworth, England, if he shall survive me, Vault 590. I have
left a letter for you as well as some rare potions ingredients. Lily also added her gifts to this vault
and approved of everything I have put into it.

Other Statements:

If I was attacked at Godric’s Hollow our Secret Keeper was Peter Pettigrew. If he isn’t caught if I
die this way I want this message to be delivered to the current Head Auror:

To whom it may concern,

At the insistence of Albus Dumbledore, we switched Secret Keepers from Sirius Orion Black to
Peter Anthony Pettigrew with Albus as our binder. If something goes very wrong, I know everyone
will suspect Sirius, this however isn’t true. I have signed this statement below with a Gringotts
official blood quill.

Signed,
Lord James Charlus Potter

Next, to Albus Dumbledore, I once again request you leave my family alone. Now that I have
passed there is no use asking for Lily to give you access to our vaults or the Potter Wizengamot
seats. We have withdrawn from the war.

Guardianship:

I appoint my spouse to be Guardian of Hadrian James Potter until he comes of age at eighteen. If
my spouse predeceases me, then I appoint Sirius Orion Black of London, England as Guardian of
Hadrian James Potter until he comes of age at eighteen. If Sirius Orion Black of London, England,
is unable to take Guardianship, I appoint Alice Helen Longbottom nee Smith of Cornwall, England
as Guardianship of Hadrian James Potter until he comes of age at eighteen.

If the previous three individuals are unavailable I appoint in this order, Guardianship of Hadrian
James Potter until he comes of age at eighteen.

1. Francis Augustus Longbottom of Cornwall, England

2. Augusta Corvus Longbottom nee Black of Cornwall, England
3. Andromeda Druella Tonks nee Black and Theadore Edward Tonks of London, England
4. Minerva Brighid McGonagall of Kintail, Scotland
5. Lucius Abraxas Malfoy and Narcissa Asteria Malfoy nee Black of Wiltshire, England

This Will was witnessed by Sirius Orion Black of London, England and Francis Augustus
Longbottom of Cornwall, England.”
Harry was shocked out of his stupor by the parchment, which had until then had been floating,
rolled itself back up with a red ribbon and dropped down onto Helix’s desk. Harry finally felt the
tears that were silently rolling down his cheeks. A vial of a swirling blue potion was held within
his line of sight, and Harry downed it without even wondering who handed it to him, but he
couldn’t really think at all. His whole world was consumed by the remembered voice of his
Father.

Harry had foolishly wished that his Dad might have said something directly to him but this Will
had been written when he was just a baby and his parents probably expected this Will to be read
years ago, there was no reason for them to say something directly to him. So instead he took all
those small bits of information about them and held them close to his heart, locking them in so he
could never forget.

“Next the Will of Lily Potter will be read, please continue to remain silent.” Helix opened the
second scroll, a musical voice filling the room. Harry didn’t know what he expected but it hadn’t
been the deep rich tone his Mother had. The basics of her Will were the same, except for her
message to her husband.

“James, please take care of Harry, but also don’t forget to take care of yourself. If you find
yourself ever falling in love again, know that all I want for you is to be happy, however that
happens. I have left a letter and journals for both you and Harry in the main vault. Just remember to
not let Harry get into too much trouble, and don’t give him that damned cloak while he is still in
school!” She giggled at the last bit, and Harry could imagine the picture in his album of her
spinning around, obviously laughing and wild red hair flowing in the breeze. “For everyone else, to
retrieve the gifts from me visit James for the Vault keys, I must admit it is a bit of a trick to make
sure he isn’t alone. However, if James has joined me, the Goblins will distribute the keys after
reading his Will. Everything else I have to say to you will be in letters in your vaults.

Severus, I know you haven’t replied to my many letters, and that you had Albus send me a letter
stating you wished to never speak to me again, but I can’t leave it like this. Hopefully, by the time I
have passed we have reconnected. But if not, I beg you to read the letters to you in the vault. I am
sorry I didn’t listen to you during fifth year, I was clouded by hero worship and didn’t take your
concerns seriously. But now I know the truth and I am so sorry, so sorry, you will never know the
depths of my sorrow that I lost my brother over such things. If you still don’t want to talk to me I
am sorry that I am using my death to trick you into listening to my apology but I felt it was my last
chance. I have told James to give you free access to my portrait if you wish it. Regardless of if you
read my letter or not, know that I have always loved you.”

The calming draught had already kicked in but Harry couldn’t do anything but desperately wish
her Will had been longer. He wished he could have listened to her voice forever. But that wasn’t to
be, and Helix’s gravelly voice broke him out of his longing.

“That is the end of the Will reading, keys will now be distributed.” Helix stashed the two Wills in
his top desk drawer. Neville and Remus approached Harry, David, Bartok, and Anna vacating the
couch so that the two could sit on either side of Harry. As soon as they were in reach Harry latched
onto one of their arms each, holding them close to his chest. Harry noticed the blockade Bartok,
David, and Percival made in front of the couch hiding Harry from view. He was immensely
thankful, as he started to break down in tears, Remus pulling him into his lap and Neville resting
their foreheads together. Neville had tears running down his face as well, but his eyes were full of
care.
Severus was stunned. He was also confused and full of fury. For these past fifteen years Severus
had believed Lily had passed away hating him. He had wallowed in his misery, allowing it to
drown him slowly.

He jumped to his feet, rounding on the chair that Albus was stuck and silenced to after he had tried
to interrupt the proceedings. For the first time in years he felt his wings burst through his skin and
his glamour fall. Red and black leathery wings arched far above his head.

Something inside of him had shattered, not part of him, but something placed there by the old man
in front of him. Severus knew what it was, a subtle slavery spell that had slowly taken over him,
making him a prisoner in his own body. Severus could see the rage he felt echoed in
Dumbledore’s eyes but that didn’t matter to him.

“You dared to send Lily a letter saying I didn’t wish to speak to her! After all you made me do,
made me turn against my friends and loved ones, made me treat the students like dirt! You made
me turn a blind eye to abuse and injustice; made me brew extremely dark, black magic potions. I
didn’t think you could fall further. But to dare allow Lily to die thinking I hated her, and then to
make me seem like a monster to her son, that is your greatest sin!”

The skin from his forearms down was slowly turning black, red scales bursting through his skin
and fingernails turning to talons that could disembowel in one swipe. “When I saw Harry at the
Welcoming Feast I knew something was very wrong. But then you used that damned spell to make
me ignore it! Beyond that, you ordered me to treat him no better than a worm. You dared force me
to belittle and insult him!”

Severus leaped forward, about to rip the man’s head from his shoulders, only to have another,
much taller, Draken step between them, brown wings also raised high. Severus growled, chest-
rattling with how aggressive it was. “Move aside,” He hissed, he had seen how this man had taken
a protective seat at Harry’s side, and Severus respected this man for protecting what he couldn’t,
but he couldn’t allow this man to get in his way.

“Mr. Snape, I know you are angry-”

“Angry? Angry?! He kept me as a slave!” Severus bellowed, horns bursting through his forehead,
causing his rage to grow with the pain now pounding his skull. He took one menacing step
forward, refusing to back down. How dare this unknown Draken get in the way of his kill.

The man in front of him winced and hissed unhappily at the thought but still didn’t move. His
voice remained calm and it only angered Severus more. “He isn’t worth a lifetime in Azkaban, you
know he is seen as a hero and they will never believe you.”

Just like that, his anger deflated like a burst balloon, while he might have once thought it was
worth it, now that he knew that Harry needed to be safeguarded, his Draken side was screaming for
him to protect the teen. Severus pulled back all his Draken features with blinding pain and turned
away, head bowed as he took the key from Helix and left the room, planning to go down to the
vault to read the letters now. The further he got from Harry the more his now unbound creature
side screamed for him to run back. To shelter.

Harry sat in shock, Professor Snape had only acted horribly towards him because of Dumbledore.
It was too much to consider. He hated the Professor, and to now find out that hatred was misplaced
Harry didn’t know what to do about it.
 He looked over to Neville who was holding his hand, the other boy looking just as shocked. At
least he would have someone to talk over this new information with. Snape had been just as terrible
to Neville, and Harry was sure that finding out it was all fake shocked him too. Probably more than
Harry since he didn’t know what Harry had learned about the Headmaster.

Soon, Harry was being led out of the meeting room, Neville holding his hand in a vise-like grip
and Madam Longbottom leading the way. His mind was whirling, analyzing all his interactions
with the Potions Master.

This changed everything.

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Chapter End Notes

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 Self Discovery
Chapter Notes

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Remus was the one to take him through the floo, followed by Neville and Augusta. Once his
parents were all through, they moved to the informal sitting room.

Neville and Issy were both quick to plaster themselves to Harry’s sides. His Mum pulled his head
into her chest, cradling his jaw in one of her soft hands, but the fingers of his left hand were tightly
entwined with Neville’s, refusing to let go of his rock in this storm.

The rest of the family got seated quickly, Augusta gracefully stealing the leather chesterfield
armchair that Harry had only seen Bartok use. “We have a lot to talk about, but first we need to
discuss the wrongful imprisonment of Lord Black.” Augusta’s face had gone stony for a reason
Harry couldn’t determine.

Bartok sat on the edge of his seat, hands clasped together, “Yes, I noticed that as well. Obviously,
we will have to get into contact with him, I’m not sure how though, and do our best to help him.”

Remus coughed, getting everyone’s attention. “I know where Sirius is…” Harry also couldn’t
figure out why Remus was blushing, but he decided to speak up as well.

“You know where Siri is? Is he okay?” Harry asked in a hurry. Ever since they parted, Harry had
felt this constant nagging worry.

“He is fine, cub-” Remus was cut off by a silvery wolf Patronus bursting through the wall. It
rubbed up against Remus before speaking.

“ Moony, Albus is blasting at the wards. They will hold but I‘m worried. Where are you?” Sirius’s
voice had lost the rasp it held when Harry had last seen him, and it spoke of him going through the
healing process. While this news would have normally been wonderful, the words his Godfather
spoke made his stomach drop, and by the look on Remus’ face, he felt the same.

Remus shot Bartok a distressed look, the two sharing an entire conversation in seconds. Remus got
up and rushed out of the room. Harry looked at his Papa in confusion.

“He’s going to get Mr. Black and bring him here. We will wait until they get back to start our
discussions.” Bartok called for Tiptop, the House-Elf popping in with a full tea service. She was in
her best dress, Claremore crest over her breast.

Augusta sipped her tea, looking over the rim with piercing eyes, “Mr. Claremore, I assume we will
be welcomed in your home for a while to allow the boys’ bond to settle?”

Bartok didn’t even hesitate. “Madam Longbottom, we would like to invite you to stay in our home
for the week so that our families may get to know each other while the boys spend time together.”

“We would be honored to accept your generous offer, Mr. Bartok.” Augusta stood, using a hand to
smooth nonexistent wrinkles from her robe. “Now come along Neville, we need to first go to the
bank to retrieve the Longbottom charm and then pack our bags for the week.” Reluctantly, Neville
let go of Harry’s hand, placing a kiss on his forehead once he stood. It took Madam Longbottom
reminding Neville to move for the boy to make his way over to her side. As they left, Neville
continued to look back until they were finally past the doorway.

With all the guests gone, Issy seemed to finally have enough of holding her tongue. She began
squealing loudly, causing Harry to jump from his place on her chest. But, she was pulling him back
in, Lyle and David joining them in the sudden group hug. Harry was very confused at their
excitement, but she soon cleared that up. “Oh Harry, seeing you bond was spectacular! He is so
handsome, and we are all so happy for you!”

Harry went stiff, confused at what his Mum said. He looked up at her, unaware of his mouth
hanging open. “Bond?” His voice squeaked out.

In response, all of his parents looked back at him in confusion. David took up the lead, “Yes Harry,
that golden light that surrounded you and Mr. Longbottom was a bond forming.”

“Like the kind of bond you and Lyle have?” Harry questioned, unsure of what to think of the whole
situation.

“Yes,” Lyle answered, ruffling Harry’s hair with a soft smile on his face.

Harry relaxed back into the pile of bodies reveling in their warmth. It made sense that he and
Neville had formed a bond of friendship like the one his Fathers shared. Before Harry could ask
any more questions, a giant black dog came racing into the room, claws clicking against the wood
floor as he did.

Harry immediately jumped up, rushing towards the oncoming dog. Padfoot bowled him over, and
they both landed on the ground, Harry laughing while Sirius licked his cheeks, tail wagging as he
whined.

Remus came into the room with bags clutched in his hand, apologizing for Sirius’ exuberance with
an exasperated but fond smile. Tiptop popped in to take their baggage to the room they would be
staying in, but before she could go Remus leaned down to whisper something in her ear that turned
his cheeks pink.

“Siri, stop!” Harry giggled, trying to push the big, furry mass off of him. Finally, Sirius pulled
back, transforming as he did, his large hands cradling Harry’s head tenderly as he stared down at
the young boy.

Tears started to stream down his face and Harry couldn’t help but join him, sitting up to wrap
himself around his Godfather, both sharing in their silent reunion. Harry had been so worried he
would never see Sirius again, but here he was, alive and looking worlds healthier than he had
before they parted. His once greasy, matted hair was now light and wavy, curling around his sharp
features. His eyes, while still dull, no longer looked haunted. Their warm gray depths reminded
Harry of Draco, whose Mother, Harry remembered, was one of Sirius’ cousins.

Harry could only imagine what Padfoot thought of his changes.

Sirius finally pulled back after a few minutes, seeming to blink away the memories he had been
lost in. “Pup, you look so adorable!” He said, and Harry could almost imagine a black tail wagging
behind him. Harry felt his own thumping against the floor while a smile spread across his face.
“I’ve missed you so much.”

Harry launched his face into the older man’s neck, breathing in the scent of wet fur, motor oil, and
smokey wood. “I missed you too, Siri,” Harry whispered low enough for only the two of them to
hear. It wasn’t until Neville and Madam Longbottom returned that they pulled apart. Sirius lifted
Harry like a teddy bear and carried him to one of the armchairs, holding on as if his Godson might
disappear if he let go.

Sirius glared at Neville when he tried to get close to Harry, a growl rumbling deep in his chest until
the other boy raised his hands and backed away. Harry looked up at his Godfather, confused at the
man’s reaction, but Sirius just glared until Neville took a seat next to David. He then buried his
face in Harry’s hair, taking in deep lung-fulls of Harry’s scent. He ignored the weird behavior to
focus on Augusta, who had retaken her seat and was speaking again.

“Now that we are all here, we should begin our discussion. First, how we will get Lord Black’s
name cleared.” Sirius groaned at the title but Augusta was quick to shoot him a look that had him
quieting down.

“Mr. Black-” Bartok started, but Sirius was quick to cut him off and insist they all call him by his
first name. “Sirius, then, I would be willing to take on your case if that is what you want.” Bartok
offered his services and Sirius was quick to agree, they spent the remainder of the afternoon
planning out how they would gain Sirius’ freedom. They agree that the first step was to seek
asylum in Terradore and then petition for citizenship.

By the time Tiptop appeared to announce dinner, Harry was starving. Harry went to get up but
Sirius refused to let him go, carrying him all the way to the dining room. Remus and Sirius flanked
him and were soon filling his plate with a wonderful roast dinner.

Harry hadn’t realized that the reason Sirius and Remus were keeping him close was that they
didn’t know what had happened over the last month, and didn’t trust these strangers with his safety.
Harry realized this when Sirius said, “Dumbledore said you were kidnapped. Thanks to Moony, we
didn’t believe him, and seeing how much better you look than the last time we saw you, we were
right not to.”

Harry looked down at his plate, not sure he wanted to be the one to talk but wanting Sirius and
Remus to know the truth. Bartok looked at him searchingly and Harry nodded slowly and grabbed
Remus’ hand within his. Sirius sensing the mood, scooted closer to Harry and wrapped an arm
around his shoulder for support.

Bartok calmly explained everything that had happened since they had rescued Harry from the
Dursleys. Keeping the tale as clinical as possible not wanting to upset anyone unduly. Despite this,
Anna had to leave the room and return with four vials of calming draught for their guests.

Harry was relieved no one displayed their emotions openly. He didn’t know if he could take it,
after all the twists this day had taken, without falling to pieces. By the time the story was over
Sirius and Remus, along with the Longbottoms, were all grateful these people had been the ones to
find Harry in his time of need. They were also curious about this mysterious Phoenix but when
Neville asked, Anna just shook her head in a silent request to talk about it later.

After dinner, Issy led the two young boys to Harry’s room, Harry curious as to why. Neville’s hand
was in his and Issy was babbling about the history of the house and some of its more interesting
features. By the time they made it to his room, Harry was exhausted from the long emotional day,
his feet shuffling against the hardwood. Neville’s bags were set on the bench at the end of Harry’s
overly large bed.

At the sight, Harry realized they were having a sleepover. Harry had never had one before if you
didn’t count sleeping in the dorms at Hogwarts or when he spent the rest of the summer with the
Weasleys when Fred and George rescued him. Dudley often had friends stay over for the night and
Harry had always been envious of it, their abundance of snacks and whispered giggling
conversations well past midnight. Harry wanted a friendship like that. But here Neville was, about
to have a sleepover with him, and Harry couldn’t help but smile widely, Neville blushing back at
him for some unknown reason.

Issy kissed them both goodnight, telling them to behave themselves or else. Harry giggled at how
much redder Neville had gotten at those words. He doubted they would break a vase during a
pillow fight like Dudley and Piers had, or accidentally leave the fridge open all night. “I promise
Ma, we’ll be careful,” Harry replied causing Neville to blush deeper, his ears now cherry red.

Issy studied Harry for a few seconds before throwing her head back and cackling, skipping out of
the room with a jaunty wave. Harry was confused by her action but shrugged it off and headed over
to his wardrobe to retrieve his sleeping clothes, the soft black silk-like water in his hands. When
Harry turned around to make his way to the bathroom, Neville had already started removing his
clothes, shirt tossed on the floor. Harry blinked rapidly at the exposed planes of tanned skin and
hard muscle, his forearms like small tree trunks. Neville looked up at him from his bent down
position as he untied his boots, his eyes shadowed by thick lashes.

There was a loud thump of Harry’s tail, which was now wagging out of control, and hitting against
the wooden wardrobe. Harry swallowed thickly and made a mad dash for the restroom, his heart
beating against his ribcage like a jackhammer. He pressed his back against the door, nervous and
bewildered with his body’s reaction. Harry took a few deep breaths, steadying himself and his
wobbly knees before walking over to the sink. The moles that liberally peppered his olive skin
were clearly in the mirror above the sink. His hair had grown out so his curls were no longer so
short they looked like fluff atop his head but were now clearly defined ringlets. When wet, his hair
was now down to his chin but as the curls dried the length shrunk up to about mid nose. Harry
splashed cool water onto his face, a curl moving out of place and into his upper ears, causing it to
flick in agitation.

That was what Harry hated about his long hair the most, his curls tended to find their way into his
fox ears, tickling him until he removed them. He wanted to take a pair of scissors to the hair on the
sides of his head but couldn’t get the image of what his hair had looked like when Petunia had
done that to him off his mind. Harry sighed, making a mental note to ask Lyle for a solution
tomorrow as he brushed his teeth. He knew there was a charm for it but it always made his gums
hurt and felt like it didn’t do the job right. Harry felt the same about cleansing spells used in place
of showers.

Harry changed into his pajamas, the silk tickling his skin as he first put it on. He still wasn’t used
to owning such nice clothing, so unlike the rough fabric of Dudley’s hand-me-downs. After that he
moved over to the toilet which had its own small room, paintings of rolling seas with white
beaches dotted with flowers on each wall and a small chandelier hanging from the ceiling, casting
sparkling splotches of light.

Harry sat on the surprisingly warm porcelain, and went about his business as usual and, when he
had finished, he reached towards where the toilet paper should be, only to find nothing. Before he
could start to worry, something shocking happened. Warm water was shooting at his privates, the
water hitting his ass, causing a strange tingle to shoot up his spine. He yelped in surprise, jumping
up and rounding on the toilet, which was still there looking innocently back at him. The door
behind him burst open, Harry spinning on his heel to confront the intruder, but his bottoms were
still around his ankles, and he barely had time to catch himself on the wall before he fell.

Neville was standing there, looking worried, before he slowly looked down, blush rising on his
face when he saw that Harry was naked from the waist down. He snapped his head up, eyes locked
onto the ceiling with its crown molding, an apology forcing its way through shocked lips.

Harry’s eyes were wide, his hands going to cover his cock, his bottom still wet and tingly. Harry
joined his friend in his full body blushing, staring down at their bare feet, neither of them moving
or talking.

Neville coughed a few times, clearing his throat but his voice still came out shakily and much
higher than normal. “Are you okay? I-I heard you scream?” Neville sounded so unsure but he
obviously wouldn’t leave until he knew Harry was alright.

Harry swallowed, throat tight in his embarrassment, but he couldn’t just leave, the toilet had
attacked him and he still needed to clean himself. This was terrifying, but it would be infinitely
worse to speak about this with one of the adults. So he mustered all his Gryffindor courage and
spoke, voice barely above a whisper. “The toilet attacked me,” Harry felt like an idiot for saying
such a thing, but he didn’t know how else to describe what had just happened.

Neville looked down sharply at him, examining every inch of Harry’s body, looking for injury,
until he once again saw Harry’s naked thighs, gaze forcibly redirected to the ceiling once more.
“What- I mean- How did it attack you, are you alright?” Neville asked, his voice still riddled with
worry, though now it held a note of something that Harry didn’t recognize, it made the other boy’s
voice deeper than normal.

“When I finished- I- There was no toilet paper and- It sprayed my- It sprayed me with water,”
Harry stuttered out, too humiliated to just say that the stupid toilet sprayed his bottom with water.
His butthole still felt strange from the attack.

A sudden chuckle burst its way through Neville’s chest, the boy looking just as surprised as Harry
at the outburst. Harry was about to draw into himself, believing his friend was making fun of him,
but Neville coughed loudly and spoke up. “Ah, I know what that is, and it can be startling if you
don’t.”

Harry relaxed some, relieved that he was wrong about Neville’s laughter, but also curious now
why his friend wasn’t as shocked by the toilet as Harry was. Neville continued, now calm, “This
toilet has a feature called a bidet, you might have heard of it before…” Harry shook his head but
when he realized Neville’s gaze was still locked on the ceiling Harry told him that he had never
before heard of it. “Okay, well, a bidet, it… It washes your- ummm- bits after you have used the
restroom and then dries you off. It is very common in Creature homes to help keep their tails clean,
but most purebloods also have them.”

Harry stared at his friend in disbelief, “So you mean it was supposed to do that?” Neville just
nodded. “Oh…” Harry mumbled, looking over his shoulder at the apparently innocent toilet that in
fact was not out to get him.

“I would offer to… Find you some toilet paper, but I doubt there is any in the manor… All I can do
is suggest that you… Well, try to relax.” Neville shrugged, blush still going strong.

“Okay,” Harry mumbled, still staring at their feet, noticing how much longer Neville’s was than
his.

They stood there for a few more moments before Neville spoke up once more, “I, uh, will leave it
to you?” His voice rose at the end, but he clearly wasn’t asking for an answer. He began to shuffle
out, eyes staying locked onto the ceiling as he bumped into the door frame on his way out before
shutting the door softly. Harry turned around after a few seconds to make sure Neville wouldn’t
come back in. The toilet hadn’t moved from its place and the warm seat was calling to him.

Harry sat back down gingerly, his wet behind feeling strange as he moved. Harry was tense, every
muscle clenched as he tried to force himself to follow Neville’s instructions and relax. He sat there
for a good five minutes before his butt unclenched and only, a few seconds, later the spray of water
started again.

Harry couldn’t help jumping in surprise at the feeling, but now that he knew what it was and was
expecting it he tried to not think about what was happening to his lower half. He started naming
rose species in his head to help him calm when a sudden violent shiver wracked his body. The
sensations of the water hitting his bottom mystified him with how good it felt. It was strange and
unlike anything he had ever felt before and suddenly it was over, only to be replaced with warm air
blowing at him that felt like it was tickling him. But instead of laughing a strange noise came from
him. It was soft, and Harry almost didn’t believe it came from him, but there was no one else and
he doubted it was the toilet. When the toilet was done doing whatever it did, Harry sheepishly
stood and raised his silk bottom, noticing the way the front bulged slightly.

Harry blushed again and walked out of the toilet room, going to stand in front of the sink. Every
step he took shooting small sparks up his spine, his tail wagging behind him like a dog who had
just heard the word ‘ walk ’. Harry looked down at his lap, warmth pooling there in a way he had
never experienced. He would have to talk to one of his parents about it, worried something might
be wrong with his body.

Neville was sitting on the edge of the near side of the bed, hands curled tightly around his knees,
wearing a deep burgundy sleep outfit. When Harry came in, Neville looked up, searching his body
for injury, but, for some reason, when he looked at Harry’s lower half his face turned an even
deeper shade of scarlet than previously, and he drew his knees up to his chest, eyes focused slightly
over Harry’s head.

Harry frowned, but guessed it was just lingering embarrassment about what had happened earlier,
which Harry could understand since he still felt strange about the whole situation. But he was glad
it was Neville who had come to him, it would have been far worse if it was anyone else. Neville
had seen him in some of his weakest moments, and Harry knew Neville would never use this
against him.

Harry made his way over to the other side of the bed, crawling under the duvet, pulling his soft
blanket to his chest. Eyes half-lidded as he watched Neville awkwardly get into the bed too. They
faced each other but were still at least eleven feet apart. Harry reached out a hand towards the
middle of the bed, Neville doing the same. Their hands nowhere near touching but just the thought
of being closer calmed Harry, the lights in the room turning off with a command.

“Goodnight,” Neville croaked out into the darkness.

“Night,” Harry replied, already half asleep.

The adults settled back into the living room once they were finished with dinner as Issy escorted
the children to bed. Sirius collapsed into his mate’s lap, needing his steady presence to comfort
him. He had held in his screams of rage and tears of heartbreak as he listened to Bartok tell them
the story of the past month. The only thing that had kept him from doing so was Harry’s, very
much alive, form next to him. But now with Harry out of sight and the knowledge that Sirius was
safe within the cradle of Remus’ long arms he finally allowed the tears to fall. As he sobbed
between shaky inhales of air that couldn’t be called breaths, Remus was his rock as he always had
been, rubbing circles into his back and mumbling soothing nothings into the shell of his ear.

They were lost in their own world, unable to see how his breakdown was affecting the others.
Augusta clutched a delicate flower teacup in her hand, fingers curled so tight that if the porcelain
hadn’t been reinforced it would have surely shattered at her touch. David and Lyle looked on
anxiously, both wanting to do something, but knowing they weren’t wanted at this moment. Anna
was contemplating handing over a calming draught but believed that this would happen sooner or
later and it might as well be now.

Bartok, however, sat in his chair silently, looking away, wanting to give the two a moment of
privacy. Issy skipped into the room, not noticing the somber air or their now silently sobbing guest.
“So we don’t have to worry about having Grandbabies anytime soon, poor Harry is so innocent!”
She giggled and jumped towards Bartok, landing happily in his lap.

Sirius barked out a rough laugh, face messy with snot and tears but a gentle smile on his face. “It
looks like Moony and I will have to give the pup the talk.” He smiled at Remus, still heartbroken
but seeing the silver lining in the fact that he could now be there for his Godson and that Harry was
safe. Sirius realized Remus was looking behind him and he turned to see what it was.

Sirius had almost forgotten they were in a room full of people and then he remembered, these
people were now Harry’s parents. “I will be giving my Godson the talk,” Sirius growled out at
Bartok who was staring at him with those piercing dark eyes. Sirius didn’t care what these people
said, he and James had jokingly planned out how they would give any children they had the talk.
Of course, he wouldn’t be sticking by those plans since they were made when they were both
drunk as skunks on cheap Firewhisky. But still, this is what James would have wanted, and Sirius
knew just the way to do it.

Bartok seemed to soften, his body relaxing back into the couch, “I think Harry would appreciate
that. I just would like to know what you will be telling him beforehand, just so we know if there is
anything we need to add.”

Anna nodded, “I would also like to know as a healer.”

Sirius pouted at their lack of trust but understood. This was something very important to Harry’s
health and safety and no one wanted to risk that going wrong. Sirius told them his plans and they
all relaxed and thought Sirius’ plan was a good idea. Issy even started tearing up at how thoughtful
she found it.

Augusta let them all know that she gave Neville the talk before he started Hogwarts, she then let
out a small unladylike snort at it, saying he had fainted halfway through. “He was fine, well, as
fine as can be expected until I pulled out the diagrams for explaining the mechanics of homosexual
sex.” She didn’t notice all the other adults wince and just continued. “Once I woke him up and
gave him a calming draught he was perfectly fine to continue. So, you shouldn’t have to worry
about anything from his end. Also, Sirius, Andromeda approached me after the Will reading and
requested an audience with Lord Black.”

Lyle spoke up, anxious to change the topic. “Remus, you probably don’t know but, David here is
currently working on a research project to cure infected werewolves.”

“My mate accidentally misrepresents my work. As it is now, there is no real cure for infected
lycanthropy-” David was quick to continue as he saw the hope dimming in Remus’ eyes. “What we
are researching is essentially a workaround. You see, we found the recipe for the potion that was
given to Peter Stubbe and one of the main ingredients was the blood of a born Werewolf. The
problem was that since the blood was taken unwillingly, it corrupted the potion’s intention and
made it Black magic. We feel that if it wasn’t for that, the potion would have worked as intended
in this case. As for the workaround, the team I am a part of are close to developing a method to
purge the Black magic taint in conjunction with a blood adoption process to replace the infected
blood with healthy blood. Theoretically, the blood adoption process is used to introduce willingly
given Were blood to purge the Black magic that drives the wolf insane during the full moon.
During the following full moon, the transition is complete as the wolf becomes a part of the host.”

Remus was sitting forward, Sirius barely staying in his mate's lap but both listening intently.
“Really?” Remus asked raspily, voice tight and worried.

David nodded, “There aren’t many infected werewolves in Terradore so we are having trouble
sourcing blood to test, but I am sure we will eventually-”

Remus cut him off, “I volunteer- I mean if you need someone…” Remus trailed off, blushing but
eyes feverish with the need to do something to help.

David understood completely, and was quick to agree, going over what they would most likely ask
of him. All they needed at this point was willingly given infected Werewolf blood to test their
theory on. Theoretically, it should work, they just wanted to do all the double-checking they could
do before they risked people's lives. Remus and Sirius accepted the Claremore’s invitation to move
into the manor, both because they wanted to be closer to their cub and because Dumbledore’s
actions had scared them.

Before Remus could start telling Sirius about what they had found out about Severus, a vortex of
flame appeared in the middle of the room. All the Claremores looked nonplussed, while their
guests were all shocked.

When the fire settled down, two men were standing in the middle of their room. One was tall with
wild red hair and broad shoulders, freckles smattered across every inch of skin. The second was
around a foot shorter than the other but his features were much more elegant and spoke of noble
birth, dark hair in loose waves around his head and clear skin.

Remus gasped loudly, eyes so wide they looked like they would pop out at any second. “Godric
Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin, as I live and breathe,” Remus’ voice was almost more breathy
than when he was about to cum and Sirius was shocked by that fact alone, he would have to work
harder. Then the words hit Sirius and he was up, family heirloom wand at the ready, sparks
already falling from it and a curse on his tongue.

But before he could curse the intruders he was falling to the floor, body stiff as a board and arms
locked at his sides. Remus jerked out of his shock, jumping to stand over his mate, wand at the
ready. Salazar jumped in front of Godric, hands raised placatingly, voice gentle as he tried to calm
the situation. “I think we all need to take a deep breath and take a step back, we know this is
probably very shocking to you, but I assure you Godric has a good reason for stunning Mr.
Black.”

“What could that possibly be,” Remus growled, still feeling defensive over his helpless mate. He
quickly glanced around the room, everyone’s wand at the ready but only Augusta looked like she
was ready for a duel if it came down to it.

Godric stepped from around Sal, trying to mimic his mate’s gentle tones, “We have actually met
before, though you won’t recognize this form. You would know me better as Fawkes,” Godric spat
out the name, obviously disgusted.

Remus’ mouth was agape, but he swallowed and focused back on the man in front of him. “What
does that have to do with you attacking my mate?” The growl had faded until it was barely
audible.

“While I was a slave under that man’s control, I saw many things, one of those was Mr. Black
being cursed many times. I am sure while the compulsions have, by now, faded some, he has been
under them for so long that his violent reaction to even the word Slytherin shows that they still
have a partial hold on him.” Godric informed them, Anna and Issy rushing over to Sirius as soon as
they realized someone needed their healing. Anna called for Tiptop to retrieve her medical bag.

Augusta was now absolutely furious. How dare that man mess with her family! “I would like you
to check my Grandson when you have the time Mrs. Claremore.” Both women nodded in
agreement as they bent down, Remus following them, focus still trained on his mate.

Sirius was still stiff on the floor, looking more confused now than anything. Anna left him
stunned, if Godric was correct the mere presence of Salazar could make Sirius unstable. The two
healers were quick to start their scans, taking in the many ailments the man developed during his
time in Azkaban.

Most of them were easily treated with potions, but the malnutrition would take time and care. The
worst, however, were the many bindings, they were in fact very old though the time away from
Dumbledore had weakened them. In their current state, Lyle, while not a healer, was able to
remove them as a licensed curse breaker.

Anna decided to move them to the guest room Remus and Sirius would be using, now that the
bindings had been removed, Sirius would be too tired to stay awake. Remus took over levitating his
mate, face filled with worry.

Godric and Salazar stayed with Bartok, David, and Augusta in the sitting room, taking the now-
vacated sofa. “I assume you both came here to do more than tell us about Lord Black’s previously
unknown condition?” Augusta asked, curiosity not completely stamped out by her protective
streak.

Godric nodded, and even though he was much older than the woman in front of him, she reminded
him too much of Rowena for him to not automatically defer to her. Godric had a healthy fear of
angered witches. “Yes, Ma’am, I felt the bond that formed earlier and wanted to know what was
happening. I assume by your presence Dowager Lady Longbottom, that the bonding I felt earlier
was between Harry and your Grandson?”

“Yes, and I assume by what Mr. Claremore told us that you have also bonded with Mr. Potter,” The
look in her eyes said that if she thought he would do anything untoward to the two underage
wizards, she would remove his genitals with a rusty spoon.
“Madam, while I respect your worry for your Grandson and his bondmate, they are both also our
Bondmates, and while there will come a time when we are sexually intimate, both of us are adults
who have plenty of experience handling our own urges. We have been alive this long and waiting
until they both come of age isn’t a problem for us.” Salazar was honest in his words, but his face
and eyes were tight at her accusation.

Augusta didn’t back down, her eyes were still steely as she bored into them both. Godric spoke up
to break the tension since he knew if left to it, the two would spend hours in their stare-down. “I
know this is a touchy subject for everyone involved, but I promise on my life and magic we will
wait until they have turned seventeen to participate in any sexual relationships with our younger
bondmates.” The golden light that flashed around both Godric and Salazar caused Augusta to relax
back into her seat, finally taking back up her teacup and sipping contentedly.

“Another thing we need to speak about now that we,” Godric pointed between Sal and himself,
“know Lord Black is in your care, is that we must discuss his younger brother Regulus.”

Augusta went stiff once more, voice whip-like as it lashed against their skin. “Regulus has been
dead for years.” Her wand was now out, grip tight and sickly green sparks jumping from the tip.

Bartok reached over, resting his much larger hand over Augusta’s trembling one. Her head
whipped towards him, eyes wide when she saw the sorrow there. “No,” She croaked, she had lost
so much, Neville was the last of her family left. Sure, she had many distant nieces and nephews,
but until today the only one she was in contact with was Andromeda, everyone else had died during
the wars. Her cousins Dorea Potter, Cedrella Weasley, and even Druella and Pollux, who she had
always hated, were gone. It didn’t matter if she hated the last two. They were family, they were
her’s and now they were all gone, the only ones left were Druella’s daughters, one a blood traitor in
Azkaban, another too ashamed of what her sister had done to ever visit Augusta and the third an
outcast for marrying a muggle-born. Cedrella’s son Arthur, was too busy with his seven children
and horribly overbearing harpy of a wife. But now, she had Sirius who she thought for so long to be
a blood traitor and - How could she have ever believed that? - the Sirius she knew would have died
before putting James at risk, let alone Harry.

Sirius had often visited Longbottom Hall with young Harry, and he had been absolutely besotted
and devoted. He loved like only a Black could, absolutely, madly, and in a way that was never-
ending. Augusta felt so stupid for allowing her grief to cloud her judgment. Sirius had suffered.
There was no one there to help her nephew in his time of need. She now knew that Dumbledore
had been responsible, but she was sure that if only she had realized Sirius had been framed earlier
she could have stopped him from going to jail. Poor Harry wouldn’t have been sent to grow up with
those monsters. Harry would have been hers.

But now, not only were Sirius and Harry back but these two men, who had supposedly died
hundreds of years ago, were now here, after an already stressful day, saying that Regulus was also
alive.

Augusta wanted to fall apart in a way she hadn’t since she had witnessed her Son and Daughter-in-
Law laying in St. Mungos looking like fragile children, healers swarming around them, doing
everything they could just to keep them stable. Not only had she gone through that, but she had also
survived the loss of her husband and the near extinction of her family.

She had to be strong now that things were more turbulent than ever. So, she mustered her courage,
pulling it around her like a well-worn cloak and demanded the two men in front of her take her to
Regulus.
Harry invited Neville to have a picnic lunch with him after he saw the pure glee on his friend’s face
when they walked into the breakfast room. His eyes lit up and his smile was blinding. Neville had
barely acknowledged anyone else sitting at the table, hand tight in Harry’s as he scanned the
grounds, admiring the many plants that flourished there.

When Harry asked about lunch, Neville turned to him, finally seeming to notice that he was
surrounded by other people and that there was food in front of him. Harry repeated his question, a
hopeful smile smeared with bacon grease at the edges. Neville’s face became impossibly soft,
agreeing to the plan.

Neville ate in silence while the Claremores talked, his Grandmother, Professor Lupin and Lord
Black missing, as he stared out into the garden. Harry kept sneaking glances between questions
from his parents. When Harry asked where the others were, Issy and Anna informed him that
Remus and Sirius were both sleeping in late and that Madam Longbottom was out taking care of
family business.

Harry saw how focused Neville was on the garden so he asked his friend if he wanted to go out for
a walk. Neville was quick to agree and they were soon outside, Neville touching flower petals and
leaves gently. Harry walked beside him, one hand holding the other boy’s and just let the flow of
words about plants surround him along with the fragrant smell of blooming flowers and fresh-cut
grass.

They continued hand in hand wandering the grounds, passing through the rose garden and into the
apple orchard, the herb garden was next, followed by returning to the rose garden where they
finally sat down for lunch.

Tiptop delivered a blanket and a basketful of food the moment they moved to sit, scolding them for
grass stains they had yet to get. Neville sat close to him, skin flushed red from the sun, their arms
brushing and fingers still tangled. They were relaxing back after they finished lunch, just enjoying
each other’s silent company. Harry hadn’t felt this at ease in living memory. He had thought he
knew contentment when he was safe in his new parent’s arms. But this was something completely
different, something Harry couldn’t categorize if he tried. All Harry knew was that he never
wanted to lose this feeling.

He leaned into Neville’s muscular arm, allowing his head to rest against the broad shoulder next to
him. The warmth of the sun and the body next to him, along with the feeling of fullness, started to
lull him to sleep.

The next thing Harry knew his head was pillowed against firm thighs, a hand running steadily
through his hair, blunt fingernails scraping across his scalp with each pass. Harry began to purr, tail
flicking gently, and he finally looked up to see Neville looking down at him, grin soft, “Good
afternoon, sleepy.”

Harry rolled over, face pressed into black wool as he groaned, he had been so comfortable and now
he was awake. Harry just wanted to bury himself into Neville’s warmth and fall right back to sleep.
But then he heard his friend eep softly. Harry jumped up, eyes darting around for danger but he
saw nothing, just Neville sitting with his legs now pulled up to his chest, his eyes wide.

“Are you okay?” Harry asked.

Neville just waved his hand, looking sheepish as he answered Harry’s question, voice cracking on
the last word. “A bee just landed on me is all.” Harry nodded in understanding, while bees were
harmless it was still startling when one landed on you unexpectedly. Harry sat back across from
Neville, legs outstretched on either side of Neville’s body and arms behind him holding up his
weight. Neville giggled for some unknown reason but soon Harry was following him, both
laughing until their bellies ached and their eyes were brimming with tears.

Neville had a hand wrapped around one of Harry’s thin ankles, grip just short of bruising but Harry
didn’t complain, it felt grounding. That was when Neville leaned forward, hands coming together
as if he was cupping water within them. Harry watched closely, curious as to what his friend was
doing. He watched in awe as calming green magic pooled into Neville’s hands, slowly taking
shape and forming into a single rose.

White petals with elegant streaks of lavender and red, the edges of each petal a glittering gold.
Harry was shocked at this feat of magic, so much so that when Neville tenderly placed the flower
in Harry’s hair between his two sets of ears he didn’t know what to say. Neville just pressed
forward, foreheads resting together momentarily before he pulled back.

Harry studied all his friend’s features, one dark eyebrow always slightly higher than the other, and
dirt smeared on the side of his jaw. For the first time since Harry had felt the urge, he reached
across the distance, thumb caressing the strong line of Neville’s jaw, wiping away the soil. Neville
leaned into the touch, his eyes never leaving Harry’s as he nuzzled into the soft hand.

There was a hitch in Harry’s breath and warmth flooded his face.

From the moment their magic had intertwined in the Gringotts meeting room, Neville had been
filled with happiness. Even when they had found out what had happened to Professor Snape it
hadn’t diminished, continuing to build like an orchestra building to a crescendo that never seemed
to reach its peak.

When he woke in the same bed as Harry, his mate lying feet from him, dark lashes fanning across
tanned cheeks, Neville wanted nothing more than to move closer, wrap himself around Harry and
protect him from anything that might come. But he couldn’t, at least not for now. Last night had
made it obvious that Harry was much more innocent than he had expected.

Neville was surprised by this since it was a common topic in their dorm, well, not so much
common as it was something Ron prattled on about often. Everyone else in the dorm just ignored
him, though now that Neville thought about it Harry was never there at those times. Neville also
knew that Dean and Seamus tried to be scarce whenever Ron started in, mainly because of his
homophobic views. Considering the two of them were dating they would often find ways to excuse
themselves, faces always stormy, but Ron never realized it. Neville was the best at ignoring what
Ron said and refused to let himself be driven from his own room. He just wished he had paid more
attention to what Harry was doing during those times.

Last night had been torturous, it was soon evident just how naive Harry was, and while it was
charming it was also frustrating. Neville knew Harry didn’t mean to tease him but that short glance
he had of knobbly knees, skinny thighs and soft pink cock, tight balls almost completely hidden by
a thatch of wild black hair, had driven him mad. He had been on edge through his whole
explanation of how a bidet worked, the only thing keeping him soft was the knowledge that Harry
needed him and willpower. But then Harry returned to the bedroom, soft black silk tented slightly
at the crotch and Neville had been done. He only had so much control.

When Harry got into bed as if nothing was happening Neville had been forced to lay in the bed,
stiff as a board until Harry finally drifted off. His cock aching and begging to be touched. He
jumped from the bed and ran to the bathroom, stripping his pajama top from his oversensitized skin
as he did.

He couldn’t get his hand around himself soon enough, his skin already slick with precum. Neville
was too amped up to take his time like he normally would, grip too tight and strokes too fast. But it
felt so good, so damn good, and he had to muffle his moans, his fingers filling his mouth in an
attempt to stay quiet.

The large room with its marble floors and tiled walls caused every slap and squelch to echo,
driving him further towards the edge. It was easy to close his eyes and picture those smooth
hairless thighs spread out around him, open and inviting. He wondered what Harry’s member
would look like when it was filled with blood and need; which way it would lean and if it would
grow darker the longer he was aroused. He wanted to know each and every inch of skin and its
taste; Needed to know the noises Harry would make with every touch. Which places would make
him groan, which would make him moan, and what would make him feel so good it left him
speechless.

Neville’s hands moved faster, the head of his cock an angry purple and drool dripping from
between his fingers. With one last erratic thrust of his hips he was cumming, Harry’s name a
muffled scream as all the muscles in his body tensed, knees locking up and toes curling against the
cold floor.

He blinked rapidly, vision having whited out, and unclenched his jaw where he had accidentally
bitten down around his digits, teeth marks dark on sensitive skin. His grip was still tight around his
now softening prick, fingers covered in spunk. Neville looked down at himself, abdominal muscles
trembling and thighs starting to quiver.

He steadied himself against the sink, hand slipping across the countertop, and breath still coming
out as desperate pants, lungs begging for air.

By the time he had collected himself his joints all felt wobbly, like if he didn’t balance his weight
just so, they would collapse under him and his left third toe was tingling strangely. But all he
wanted was to crawl under the covers and hold Harry. But he couldn’t so he just scooted a little
farther onto the bed until his hand was touching Harry’s, too tired to consider what he had just done
with that hand.

Sleep came to him easily, and when he woke the next morning, much earlier than expected and
Harry was still fast asleep he guiltily went to take a shower, more to take care of his morning wood
than any need to wash.

Now, with Harry’s soft hand on his face, he felt that same need again. He had only barely been
able to force it down when Harry had rolled over, mouth right above his cock, and warm breath on
his groin almost too much to handle. The noise by itself was pornographic enough to turn him on.

But he reminded himself once again, Harry wasn’t ready for this.

So instead he had focused his need into creating a rose, face flushing at the implication of the
flower’s colors as he placed it behind Harry’s ear. Neville pulled back, reaching to take Harry’s
hand within his as he did so, the metal of Harry’s clan bracelet cool against his fingertips. Neville
reached into his pocket, pulling out the small black velvet box he and his Gran retrieved
yesterday.

Harry looked at the box curiously, head tilted cutely to the side and ears straight up. Neville
cleared his throat and asked as steadily as he could as he opened the box, “Will you allow me the
honor?”

Inside was the Longbottom crest in platinum, an Oak tree, and sword, with a bright amber droplet
hanging from the bottom. If Neville wasn’t so terrified he would laugh at the sight of the oak. His
Grandmother had drilled its meaning into him since he was a small boy. Oak, Duir the Celtic word
for oak and the origins of the word Druid. Oak, durability, constancy, purity. Oak, a tendency to
attract lightning.

Harry studied it with wide eyes, a flash of confusion soon smothered by what looked like love to
Neville. Harry nodded, looking back up to Neville with round green eyes, shiny with tears, lower
lashes weighed down by them.

Neville took the charm in one hand, Harry’s in the other, and attached the charm, running the pads
of his fingers over the blemish-free skin so gently, the hair on Harry’s arm raised. Neville lifted
Harry’s hand to his face kissing the back of it, lips lingering. Electricity passed between them.

Lightning indeed.

Harry was walking around in a haze, Madam Longbottom had retrieved Neville soon after they
came back inside, stating they had family business they needed to handle, but that they would be
back before bedtime. Harry was still shocked that Neville considered him close enough to be a
brother. For some reason that didn’t feel quite right, but he was too stupidly happy to worry about
it.

He had been wandering the manor for about an hour now, just walking the halls with a goofy smile
spread across his face, enjoying the feelings Neville inspired in him.

A loud groan snapped him out of his daze, the sound coming from the door closest to him. Harry
ran to the door, throwing it open, worried about someone being hurt.

But what he found wasn’t what he expected. In the middle of the bedroom, spread out across the
carpeted floor was Sirius and Remus. Remus was pinning Sirius’ much smaller frame under him,
hands holding his Godfather’s wrists against the floor. Sirius was shirtless, numerous bruises
covering his body but what shocked Harry most was the animalist growl rumbling from Remus’
chest.

Harry was quick to act, running into a leap and launching himself at the Werewolf with a battle
cry. Remus barely moved, Harry was much too skinny to move him. Despite this Remus moved
away in confusion, Sirius sat up, obviously just as bewildered.

“How dare you hurt my Godfather!” Harry screamed, standing over Sirius protectively, magic
bubbling out of him like boiling water.

Harry was about to go on the attack but he was stopped by the sound of his Godfather laughing. He
looked down at Sirius rolling around under his feet, smile wide and eyes bright. The laughter was
like the barking of an overly excited dog. Harry frowned, and looked over to Remus who had a
hand over his eyes while his face was red. Harry looked back at Sirius who was now wheezing
between laughs, yelling that if it didn’t stop he would piss himself.

“Siri?” Harry questioned, voice small due to how perplexed he was.

Sirius reached up towards Harry’s waist, pulling him down until Harry was sitting in his lap with
the older man’s arms wrapped around him.

Remus was now facing away from them, shoulders hunched and ears red, mumbling lowly. “Oh,
Harry, Remy wasn’t hurting me,” Sirius assured. But Harry didn’t believe him, now that he was
closer to his Godfather he could see the many bruises, in all stages of healing.

“Then what was he doing?” Harry asked cautiously. If he needed to, Harry would protect Sirius
with everything he had.

A loud thumping started, Harry looked over to see Remus now thumping his head against the wall.
Sirius just started laughing again in response. Harry tried to jump up to stop Remus from hurting
himself but Sirius held him tight. The thumping continued.

“Oi Remy, knock it off, you’re scaring the pup,” Sirius called out in exasperation. With one last hit
Remus moved away from the wall, going to slump down on the floor next to Sirius and Harry.
Harry looked at him warily, still worried about the man holding him. But Remus just sat there
looking utterly humiliated and Harry, now that his head was a little clearer, couldn’t imagine this
man hurting anyone.

So Harry asked again, “What were you doing?”

Sirius sighed, looking over at Remus who was now even redder than before. “We were… Well,
when people love each other very much… Well…” Sirius looked around wildly trying to figure out
a way to explain this.

Luckily Remus just spat it out, “We were about to have sex, Harry.”

Both Harry and Sirius eeped, Sirius shooting his mate a dirty look for being so blunt. “But you’re
both boys?” Sirius winced, he had hoped Harry at least knew the very basics, but apparently not.
Now he understood why Issy had been too insistent that nothing would happen between Harry and
Neville.

Remus seemed to gather himself, straightening up in a way Sirius recognized as his Professor pose.
“Harry, two men can have sex, so can two women.”

Harry looked panicked, his eyes bugging out and his face paling. “But that’s unnatural?”

Sirius hunched as if he had been struck in the solar plexus, a painful whimper causing Harry to look
over at him in confusion. Remus reached over to take Sirius' hand, knowing the man needed the
comfort. “Harry, why do you think that?” Remus asked softly, he knew by the way Harry reacted
that he didn’t truly believe what he said, that he was just parroting something he was told.

Harry looked as if he had been struck by the question. Like he had never realized he had even
thought that until this second. Sirius relaxed, realizing what was happening as the two adults
allowed Harry all the time he needed to think.

When Harry finally spoke again, it was barely above a whisper, “I… I don’t know…” Harry
looked up at them, looking like a lost little boy, looking for anyone to find him. Remus scooted
closer, wrapping Harry up between them.

“Why don’t you tell us where you might have heard that before,” Sirius asked, more gentle than
Remus ever thought he could be. One of Remus’ greatest regrets was his inability to give Sirius
children. While Sirius had always said it was fine, when Remus had seen Sirius hold a just born
Harry, he knew Sirius had lied to him. He never pointed it out, but he had subtly suggested they
consider adoption. But Sirius had shot that down, they were in the middle of a war and they didn’t
want to risk putting a child in danger.

What Sirius didn’t know was that Remus had secretly gone to Lily and James and asked them if
they would consider Lily being a surrogate for him and Sirius. They had both quickly agreed.
Remus had been over the moon, making his two friends promise to keep it a secret so he wouldn’t
stress Sirius out more. Sirius had grown rather withdrawn and Remus was worried about him. They
had only found out two weeks before that Regulus was dead, Sirius had been like a zombie for a
whole week, and then he had raged, almost completely destroying their flat. The only things left
untouched were Remus’ belongings and the pictures on the mantle. When Remus had come home
to the destruction, Sirius was in the middle of the living room floor crying his heart out. Remus had
gathered him up, carrying him to their destroyed bed. Spending the next two days wrapped in each
other, Sirius begged Remus to fuck him hard until he didn’t remember his name. But Remus didn’t
do that. He spent the time worshiping his mate, slow and steady while Sirius cried and continued
begging for more.

After the destruction incident, Sirius had pulled away from him. They had barely talked in the
three months leading up to that terrible Halloween night. Sirius had avoided them all, and when he
was around he was distant, emotions only showing when Harry reached out to him. Sirius had even
moved out of the flat they had shared since they left Hogwarts, no warning and no note. Remus had
just come home after work one day to see all of Sirius’ belongings missing.

This drastic change in Sirius’ behavior was the reason he was so quick to believe Dumbledore
when he told Remus that he had presided over the trial. That Sirius had confessed. Remus was too
lost in the world, Lily and James gone, his cub hidden away from him and his mate supposedly
having killed them all, along with their fourth musketeer.

Suddenly Remus was alone, his parents having died long ago, and the family he had built for
himself, destroyed from the inside. Werewolves were not meant to be alone.

They had yet to talk about what had happened, but Remus suspected that after the revelations of
last night that the distance had not been Sirius’ idea. Remus wished he would have realized it
sooner. But there was no way he could. It had been an emotional time for all of them, the world
consumed with loss. Each day they listened to the radio and read the papers, worried if they would
see a friend among the long list of the dead.

Despite this, Remus still blamed himself.

“The Dursleys, they always said, that it was unnatural, disgusting, freakish…” Harry’s soft
whisper broke Remus from his sorrow. Remus knew that he and Sirius would have to talk about it,
but for now, they needed to be here for their cub, their problems were secondary.

“What else did the Dursleys say that were all of those things?” Remus asked cautiously, wondering
what else they would have to assure Harry was normal.

“Me…” Harry replied, tears forming in his eyes as he looked up at them, devastated.

Remus’ wolf raged to go kill the ones who had hurt his cub, but his human side wanted to cry. He
could feel the same emotions coming off of Sirius, barely hidden, to keep the fury from scaring
Harry. Sirius obviously was too upset to speak so Remus had to take the lead. “Harry, you aren’t
unnatural, you aren’t disgusting, and you aren’t a freak. You are a young boy who is loved very
much by many people. You are smart and powerful, and kind beyond belief. You are a son, a
friend, but most of all you are Hadrian James Potter. You are perfect just the way you are, and
anyone who says otherwise is wrong, and you should never listen to what those people say. You
have been through horrible things, but none of them were your fault, and you deserve better.
Hopefully, now that you are safe, and with people who love you very much, you will get what you
deserve.”

By now they were all crying, Harry’s face hidden within the crook of Sirius’ shoulder, Remus
wrapping the two within his arms. They sat together for hours, both Sirius and Remus reassuring
Harry that there was nothing wrong with him, and that what the Dursleys said was only lies. When
Harry tried to say being gay was unnatural once again, Sirius asked him seriously, “Do you think
there is something wrong with Remus and I loving each other like that?” Harry was quick to say
there was nothing wrong with it and that if they were happy, that was all that mattered to Harry.

Remus had to bring it up, “Harry, I know this might be hard… but do you know if you like boys or
girls? Just so you know Sirius and I, along with the Claremores, and anyone else who really cares
about you won’t care if you like boys or girls, or both or neither. All that will matter to those who
love you is that you are happy.”

Harry hid his face once again, taking his time to think it over. It was never something Harry
considered, after all, why would he? He was unlovable. But here his Godfathers were telling him
they love him, and no matter what his answer was it wouldn’t matter to them. His new parents had
often told him how much they loved and cared for him. But it was still hard to believe.

Harry wanted to be honest with Sirius and Remus since they had been so willing to tell him about
their relationship, and had shared the story of how they got together. When he compared how
happy they made each other to the relationship of Petunia and Vernon, he couldn’t imagine calling
what they shared unnatural. The way they looked at each other, touched each other, finished each
other’s thoughts was the most natural thing Harry had seen and it made him ache to have
something like that for himself.

Harry looked over all of his interactions with the people he cared about. That was when he
realized all the people he trusted the most, at least those who weren’t family, were male. Harry
was sure this didn’t automatically make him gay, but it gave him a place to start. He tried to
imagine kissing Neville, it was easy to imagine. Too easy. He could imagine earlier, when they
had been so close after lunch, leaning in, and just pressing their lips together like he had seen Anna
do to his other parents.

The image made him blush, but it seemed like the most natural thing he could have done. Harry
wondered why he hadn’t just leaned in.

Then Harry tried to imagine kissing a girl. No one came to mind, Hermione and Ginny had
betrayed him, he saw Luna as a little sister and those were the only girls he had even been close to.
But then there was Katie, Angelina, and Alicia. He had gotten to know them quite well through the
rigorous training sessions Oliver put them through. He had heard many boys saying how hot they
were, and while Harry could see their beauty, he had never given them a second glance. But then
there was Oliver, his exuberance for Quidditch lighting up his face, his hands on Harry’s shoulders
after a training session when he realized Harry was in pain. He thought of large warm hands
encircling his neck water sluicing down his broad shoulders and muscular legs as Harry snuck
glances at him as they showered in the locker room.

Then Harry knew, he was… he was gay. He had to take that in, add it to the list of things that were
part of him. It had taken Harry months to accept that he was a Wizard, but this... this seemed much
easier, looking back on his interactions it had always been there. But it was still hard to reconcile
with what he had heard so many times growing up.

“I think- I’m gay,” Harry finally said, whispering out into the silent room, confession muffled by
Sirius’ skin. But this was it. The first time he said it out loud, and even though he knew it was
preposterous to think Sirius and Remus would react badly, considering they were together, Harry
couldn’t help but try to shrink back. Considering he was still in Sirius’ lap, it wouldn’t do much of
anything if they decided to react badly.

But they didn’t, they just held Harry tighter and reassured him over and over that they accepted
him, that the Claremores would accept him. That was when it hit him, What would Neville think?

His friend has just asked him to be his brother earlier. What if Neville wasn’t okay with this?
Worse, they were bonded, and Issy had told him at one point that bonding was for life. He felt
horrible, and Harry began to panic, a steel band around his chest, pushing his ribs into internal
organs, heart beating in alarm and breath sharp. The inability to get lungfuls of air made his face
tingle.

Sirius took Harry’s head between his hands, searching his Godson’s face to try to puzzle out what
was wrong. What had thrown him into this state? Sirius had to call Harry’s name multiple times
before he finally noticed he was being talked to. “Pup, tell us what’s wrong,” Sirius begged,
distressed at his inability to solve this.

“Neville, he- he asked me to be his brother-” Harry started between sobs, shaking his wrist. Harry
didn’t realize both Remus and Sirius were now even more confused, brows knitting into frowns.
Harry continued, “ What if- what if he doesn’t accept me now?!”

If this was any other time, Sirius would have laughed at how wrong Harry had misread the
situation. But his Godson was so obviously distressed that Sirius could do nothing but pull Harry
back into him, the boy’s face hiding back against his neck, the older man’s skin and collar soon
wet with tears.

Sirius kept up his steady stream of comforting words, Remus rubbing Harry’s back in soothing
circles. Harry finally seemed to level out enough so that they could speak with him, “Harry,
darling, I think you have misunderstood what Neville meant when he gave you the Longbottom
charm.”

Harry looked up at them, eyes bloodshot and puffy. “Really?” His voice cracked, every emotion
easily seen.

“Harry, first of all, to alleviate your fears of rejection, you should know that Neville likes men
too,” Remus informed his cub, it hadn’t been explicitly stated but by the way Neville acted around
Harry, and the fact Augusta specifically mentioned informing Neville about the mechanics of gay
sex, let him know that this was at least true. He wasn’t sure how the other boy felt about girls but
he very much doubted Harry had anything to worry about in this area.

“Really?” Harry questioned again, this time voice stronger.

“Yes, Harry, and I think you have misunderstood what the charms on that bracelet are for. If you
will notice, the Longbottom charm is the only platinum crest on your bracelet.” Remus pointed out
as he lifted Harry’s hand. Harry looked at the charm as if noticing this for the first time. “The
charms for families you are born or adopted into are always gold. Platinum charms are for those
you are married into, so by offering you the Longbottom charm in platinum, he wasn’t asking you
to be his brother, but his husband. I am sure if he realized you weren’t sure of the meaning he
would have waited until you knew to ask you.”

Harry was now shocked, mouth hanging open. “Wait… but why would he want to marry me?”
Sirius laughed softly, “Because he cares about you, pup, as he should, you are a wonderful person.
Only an idiot wouldn’t see that. You are already bonded, in terms of Creature Laws you are
technically already married.”

“What?!” Harry shrieked, flabbergasted.

“Don’t worry, I am sure Neville won’t push you to do anything you aren’t ready for, and if he does
you come to us, and we will handle it. If you never want to be intimate in that way with Neville,
you don’t have to.” Remus assured Harry, wanting to make sure his Godson knew that no one had
the right to force him to do anything sexual if he didn’t want to.

Sirius sat up a bit straighter and pushed Harry a little further away so he could say the next thing he
needed to. “Now Harry, since you are now bonded, even if you are never sexual with any of your
mates, we are going to need to have the Sex Talk with you.” Harry, unlike the two adults, didn’t
blush, too naive to know this was something people were usually embarrassed about. Especially
when speaking with people you considered parents.

Harry nodded, wiping at his damp face across his arm.

“Now, Harry, first why don’t we call Tiptop to retrieve a calming draught?” The House-Elf popped
in the moment Remus said her name, hand outstretched with a small vial in her long fingers. Harry
took it without complaint, downing it in a quick gulp. “Thank you Tiptop,” Remus said, the House-
Elf ignoring the two adults as she popped away.

Remus directed them all to the couch, keeping Harry between them so that they could get settled in
front of the pensive Remus retrieved this morning for Sirius. This pensive was only a shallow stone
bowl, runes carved into its surface, the liquid in the basin swirling like smoke. “Now, Harry, do
you know what this is?” Harry shook his head so Remus continued, “This, Harry, is a pensive. A
pensive is a magical device that you can place your memories into so that you can show them to
others or review them.”

“I would like to share the memory of my Great-Aunt Dorea Potter, your Grandmother, giving
James and me, The Talk.” Sirius took Harry’s hand in his, watching as his pup’s face turned
hopeful as he realized what the bowl in front of him could mean. Here was a way for Harry to get
to know his parents.

“We are working on collecting memories to show you, but we need some time to edit certain things
out,” Remus interjected when he saw the hopeful look on Harry’s face. They wanted him to have
those memories, to get to know his parents in this way, but they didn’t want Harry to have to see
the traitor. Removing a whole person from memories took time. Harry nodded in understanding
and let the subject drop.

Sirius removed the memory in question with an easy flick, dropping the blue thread into the bowl.
“Now, would you like us to go in with you?”

“Yes, please,” Harry nodded stiffly, obviously worried about how this worked and what would be
inside.

“Okay, cub, if you have any questions while we are in the memory just ask us, we can pause it
while we talk. Now, all we have to do is place a finger in the liquid. Entering the memory might be
a bit disorienting, but you will be completely safe. Just remember it’s only a memory, and Sirius
and I will be the only ones who can reply to you.” Remus wished he didn’t have to say the last bit
but he suspected that if he didn’t the realization once in the memory would hurt Harry.
They all leaned forward, pointer fingers inching towards the bowl. Suddenly they were falling.

Harry stumbled, suddenly in an unknown room, and everything around him was slightly off. The
edges of the room quivered as if, at any moment, the walls would crumble, and the colors of
everything seemed desaturated. As Harry turned to look at more of the room he saw Sirius and
Remus silently sitting on a settee at the end of a large bed, much smaller than his own, that had
what would be garish red coverings if it weren’t for how washed out all the colors were.

Sirius and Remus were like a beacon amongst the mist. Their edges were solid and their colors
vibrant.

“This was your Father’s childhood room in Potter Manor, the memory is paused if you would like
to look around.” Sirius was gentle in the suggestion, not sure if Harry would want to look around or
just move on to the Talk.

Harry walked around the room, scanning the sparse bookshelf, the old Quidditch posters, and
knick-knacks that cluttered the many shelves. On top of the desk, sitting in a place of pride was a
snitch on a pedestal next to a picture of three young boys standing with their arms slung around
each other. Harry reached out to lift it. It was a strange feeling, having something in his hand that
should’ve taken some effort to lift but was surprisingly weightless. He studied the picture, thankful
Sirius and Remus were allowing him to explore for himself. The boy in the middle was obviously
Remus, a vivid scar splitting his eyebrow that now, as a man, was only a thin white line. The boy
on the left had to be Sirius, something dog-like about his grin even then. Lastly was a boy with
curly hair that somehow proved to be messier than Harry’s own.

The boy was in his Hogwarts robes, the top two buttons undone, and his tie hanging loosely around
his neck. His grin reminded Harry strongly of Fred and George, it shared that same mischievous
streak they had. His glasses were just as bulky as Harry’s old ones had been, but, somehow, on his
much more masculine face, they seemed right at home.

James Potter.

Harry took a shaky breath and placed the frame gently down on the desk, letting his fingers give
the golden frame one last caress before he moved away. If he looked back he would be too tempted
to stand there for hours, staring at the new photo of his Father.

As Harry turned, a strange poster caught his sight. It was much smaller than the others, but the
reason it caught his attention was because it was the only one not moving. When Harry realized
what it was he began laughing, full belly laughs that shook his frame. On the wall of his Father’s
bedroom wall was a poster for the Disney movie Bambi.

When Harry had gone to Remus at the end of the year, he had told Harry about his Father’s
animagus form, that of a Scottish Red Deer, he had even pulled out a photo he seemed to keep in
his breast pocket. It was obviously torn in half, but what remained was a large stag jumping around
with a cherry red nose and fairy lights twined between its antlers.

Remus had shakingly offered it to Harry, but by the worn edges and place so close to Remus’ heart
Harry knew this photo wasn’t for him. Even if he wanted it desperately. When he told Remus to
keep it, the man had almost burst into tears of relief, and that was when Harry knew it was the
right thing to do.
Remus walked up behind him, hand coming to rest on Harry’s shoulder and steps loud enough that
Harry wasn’t surprised when he spoke up. “I got that for your Father soon after he discovered his
form. He didn’t know what it was from but thought it was hilarious regardless. Next time we could
I had him and Sirius ‘round to my house to watch it. We didn’t stop calling him Bambi for
months.” Remus chuckled softly.

Harry turned to look over at Sirius where he was still perched on the settee, wicked smile on his
face at the memory. “He acted like he hated it but we all knew he was too pleased with his form to
be truly upset.”

Harry was about to reply to that when he saw something strange, and he walked towards the end of
the bed where a pair of shoes were pointed up to the ceiling. “Ah, I see you found us,” Sirius
sighed, “I was spending a week at the Potter manor between first and second year when this
memory happened. As you can see, me and James were hiding. Your Grandmother Dorea had
mentioned at breakfast that morning that she would be giving us the Sex Talk. We were both so
embarrassed we went and hid under James’ bed. Of course, that didn’t stop your Grandmother. If
you would like to sit we can start the memory?”

Harry took the open space between Remus and Sirius, looking around one last time before the
stillness ended.

Suddenly there were two voices coming from under them.

“Sirius, stop wiggling, she will hear us,” A voice hissed, a loud thump of a hand on an arm trying
to quiet the other boy.

“Jamesy, you know she will find us either way, we are just putting it off,” A young Sirius replied,
voice much higher than it was now, cracking towards the middle of the sentence. Harry looked
over at his Godfather who was blushing. The door to the room opened, a woman with familiar gray
eyes and elegant features strolling into the room.

“Now children, if you are done hiding, we can get this over with, and all go about our day.” She
conjured an ornate chair with a flick of her wand, sitting down, and smoothing out the fabric of her
skirt, the two hidden boys slowly wiggled their way from under the bed, taking their time in an
attempt to put off the inevitable.

“Dorea always had a flair for the dramatic,” Remus commented wistfully as the woman pulled out
her wand, flicked her wrist and pillows floated from the bed to rest in front of the settee, a House-
Elf popping a tea service in with two mugs of cocoa and a plate of cookies. Finally, the two boys
rolled from under the bed, Harry watching them both eagerly, drinking in the form of his young
Father.

Harry could see why so many people compared them to each other. But, the longer he looked, the
more different they seemed. His Father’s features were sharp where Harry’s face was much softer,
lips thin where Harry’s were full, hair pitch black where Harry’s was dark brown. At first glance,
they were almost mirror images, but once you saw them side by side they looked nothing alike.
They did, however, share their curly hair and tanned skin tone, their noses the same straight line
that Dorea shared with them.

The two young men sulkily sat down on the pillows Dorea placed on the floor. Sirius with his legs
crossed and James holding his knees up to his chest, both avoiding Dorea’s gaze.

Dorea began her lesson, beginning with the fact that puberty was inevitable, and that the changes
happening to their bodies were natural. She went over the fact that they would have to shower more
often and handed out a pamphlet on personal grooming. Dorea made them swear that before they
tried any of the spells on themselves they would go to her or Charlus to make sure they had gotten
the spells down. Remus whispered to Harry that they would provide him with a similar list of spells
and that Neville would have them mastered by now if Harry didn’t want to come to them with it.

“Masturbation and exploring your body is perfectly normal and expected, by now I am sure you
have both started that exploration, I just want to make sure you are being safe.” Dorea looked cool
as a cucumber while James and Sirius, however, were both as red as tomatoes.

Harry didn’t understand why, so he turned to Remus, who only had a light flush, to ask a question.
“Moony, what is masturbation?”

Sirius paused the memory in a flash, looking between Remus and Harry in confusion. Remus
groaned, hand coming to rub at his temple before he looked back down at Harry who was just
innocently curious. Remus decided to take one for the team.

Remus started with the very basics in as clinical of terms as he could manage, knowing that Harry
would be able to figure out the rest for himself. Before Remus could get to the subject of anal
masturbation, Harry spoke up, face twisted into shock.

“But that’s dirty! If you touch it for too long, it will fall off!” Harry screamed hysterically, looking
at the two of them as if they were trying to kill him.

Sirius was distressed and yelled back, “I assure you, that isn’t true! Hell, if it was both Remus and I
would have lost our cocks long ago!”

Remus couldn’t help but sigh, wishing Sirius had not said it like that, but knowing that, if they
weren’t absolutely clear that nothing of the like would happen, Harry would be worried about this
forever. “Harry, while what Sirius said was rather vulgar,” Remus shot a dirty look at his mate over
Harry’s head, “What he said is true. Touching your penis, no matter for how long, won’t cause it to
fall off.”

Harry was still skeptical, it was something Petunia said to him when he was much younger, and he
could remember having many nightmares about it. While he now knew the Dursleys had lied to
him about many things, and he shouldn’t trust anything they told him, he couldn’t get rid of that
long-held fear.

Remus seemed to recognize this struggle and pulled his wand out, it seemed to be brighter than
anything else in this strange world. “I, Remus John Lupin, vow on my life and magic, that touching
any part of your body, no matter how long, will not cause said body part to fall off.” The magic
sealed itself around Remus, proving to Harry that he was being truthful. So just like that, the fear
was gone, it would still take him a while to fully accept that, but Harry relaxed back into the settee.

“Really?” Harry asked once again just to double-check.

Sirius reassured his pup softly that nothing bad would happen if he explored his body. Remus was
much more careful now that he knew Harry had such a dysfunctional relationship with his own
body. Remus gently explained that there were spells to clean your bottom if he wished to explore
anal stimulation. When Harry questioned why anyone would do that, Sirius cautiously explained
that some people, including himself and Remus, really enjoyed it. That it was part of one of the
main acts of sex between gay men. They were also careful to make sure Harry knew that if he
didn’t like it, he didn’t have to participate in that act and that there were many other ways to
achieve pleasure alone or with partners.
Harry steadily reddened through their explanation, but he listened carefully, taking mental notes.
Harry was reminded of how nice the bidet felt as it cleaned him, and realized being touched there
was something he might like, though he didn’t say this out loud.

After they got through that, Remus restarted the memory, and Dorea went over the importance of
consent, safety, and enjoying what was happening. She repeated many times that anyone involved
had the right to decide they wanted to stop at any time and that needed to be respected.

His Grandmother then explained the mechanics of both heterosexual and homosexual sex, pulling
out anatomically correct diagrams. Going over what each body part was called and which ones
were more sensitive than others, meaning they had to be handled carefully. Since Harry had never
really touched his lower body before, he only knew that his testicles were sensitive from the one
time Dudley had kicked him there. Harry had a hard time believing there could be anything
pleasurable about them but Remus and Sirius didn’t contradict her so he considered that she might
be correct.

When Dorea explained how penetrative sex worked, Harry was shocked. How could anything like
a penis fit inside of something as small as an asshole? But then she started explaining that while
both women and men needed to be stretched to make penetration comfortable, men tended to need
more. That no matter what anyone said, spit was not lube, and that if they needed lube or
contraceptive potions she would provide it for them no questions asked. She just wanted them to be
safe. Dorea made them swear to her that, as their healer, they would go to her if they needed
anything.

Sirius told Harry that he, Remus, and anyone of the Claremores would also provide lube and
contraceptives if Harry needed them. Harry could only nod numbly, still too shocked with all the
things he was learning.

Lastly, Dorea went over both male and female pregnancy. Harry was shocked to learn that certain
men could get pregnant when Sirius saw his confusion, he was quick to pause the memory once
again.

“What… Can I?” Harry asked, unable to finish his question but needing to know. One of his most
secret dreams was to have a large family. So, even though he was terrified at the thought of bearing
children, it also delighted him, though he was nowhere near ready for children. Harry didn’t think
he could take care of himself, let alone a helpless child.

Sirius wrapped his arm around Harry’s shoulder, pulling his pup into his side. “Yes, Harry,
eventually you will be able to bear children. You won’t be able to until you reach sexual maturity
at seventeen when you go through your last magical boost. If you never want to bear children, or
have children at all, that is also perfectly okay.” Sirius wanted to be as careful as possible with his
words, and wanted to make sure they didn’t push Harry into anything he didn’t want.

Too many people had already forced Harry to be and do things he didn’t want to, and Sirius and
Remus swore to themselves that they would never allow anything of the sort to happen again.

Harry nodded at them both slowly, and listened intently to the rest of the lesson Dorea had to offer.
After she was done, Remus paused the memory to allow Harry to study his Father and
Grandmother which his cub took full advantage of, sitting in front of both of them, studying the
smallest details.

Sirius and Remus just held hands, trying to give their Godson the smallest modicum of privacy,
only speaking when Harry asked a question. Harry asked about the scar on his Father’s chin, the
consequence of a late-night broom ride that Dorea refused to heal completely as punishment. He
asked about the missing little finger on Dorea’s right hand, a repercussion of battling Grindelwald.

After Harry sat in silence for what seemed to be another hour, he finally stood and said he was
ready to leave. They linked hands, and Sirius guided them through pulling away from the memory.

They returned to their position on the couch, all their bodies stiff from the prolonged position.
They sat back into the soft cushions, stretching their muscles to loosen them up.

“Is there anything you would like to ask us?” Remus questioned as he rubbed at his left calf that
was cramping.

Harry was silent as he rubbed his neck thinking over if there was anything he needed to ask. There
was one thing he was still wondering about, “The- The bite marks and bruises I saw earlier… Are
they supposed to feel good?” Harry asked Sirius, his Godfather flushing at the question.

Sirius coughed to clear his throat, “Yes, a little pain during sex can be pleasurable. But that
depends on the people involved. Some people enjoy it and some don’t. It’s just something you will
have to try and see if it works for you.”

Remus spoke up, allowing Sirius to gather himself. “There are many things like this, that some
people find enjoyable while others don’t. These are called fetishes and sometimes go by kinks.
Like with anything involving sex, if you don’t want to do something don’t allow anyone to
convince you otherwise, but also keep an open mind. As long as all parties are of age and
consenting there is nothing to be ashamed of if you enjoy it.” Remus wanted to make sure Harry
knew that consent was paramount.

“I will go out and buy you some books about puberty, sexuality, and sex in general if you like?”
Sirius wanted to be useful, wanted to help his pup with anything he could. But he wasn’t as
eloquent as Remus, and didn’t want to risk giving Harry false information, so books were all he
could offer.

Harry nodded, cheeks a dark red, “ You’re sure… it’s okay to be gay, and that no one will hate me
for it?” Harry seemed so much younger than he really was at that moment, like a child who had
just broken a vase and was worried his parents would hate him for it.

They pulled him into their sides, squishing Harry between their larger bodies. “Of course, Harry.”

Harry was lying in his bed, Neville on the other side from him. Harry had been preoccupied
throughout dinner with the thought of how Neville would react to Harry’s revelation. He was still
anxious but now, in the dark silence of his bedroom, Phoenix blanket clutched to his chest for
comfort, he felt like he could whisper out the words. A small part of him hoped his friend was
already asleep and would be unable to hear the confession. “I’m gay…” Harry tensed, waiting for
Neville to burst into angry words or movements. But that didn’t happen, the bed shifted, Neville’s
warmth coming closer.

“Me too,” Neville replied, voice soothing, reaching over to cover Harry’s tightly balled hand with
his own.

Harry scooted closer, only a few inches, and unclenched his fist to tangle their fingers together.
Neville’s much larger hand encased Harry’s, squeezing it gently and rubbing his thumb over the
back of Harry’s hand as if saying there was nothing to worry about.
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Chapter End Notes

Also, Oliver just happened, I don't know how, he just decided he wanted to be part of
the harem.

Let me know what you think and if you see anything wrong please let me know so I
can fix it.
 Truth and Consequence
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Severus ran as fast as he could, muscles protesting at this unusual treatment. He desperately needed
to get to Hogwarts before the Headmaster could. Now that he was free, he didn’t want to risk being
under that man’s control again. But, all of his worldly possessions were in his chambers and there
was no way he could survive without them. Severus crashed through the front doors, too rushed to
try sneaking about. He practically flew down the stairs into the dungeons, wand at the ready the
entire time.

As he rounded the last turn to the corridor that held his chambers and personal lab he saw a figure,
the warm torchlight flickering over a stern face. Severus didn’t know if he could trust the woman
that was leaning against the stone wall across from his entranceway so he slowed and approached
cautiously.

Minerva had never seemed the type to participate in such heinous acts, but after so many years of
being used and abused, Severus didn’t know who to trust. Luckily, the woman seemed to expect
his suspicion, her wand on the floor between them. Severus eyed her warily as he bent, wand
pointed between her eyes, and picked up her wand, pocketing it.

“Why are you here?” Severus probed, eyes narrowed.

Minerva’s pinched face seemed to tighten further, her eyes were barely visible slits and her mouth
nothing but a slash on her pale skin. “I knew you would be returning to retrieve your belongings. I
put the school House-Elves on alert to tell me if the old bampot returns.” Severus had rarely heard
Minerva use her native language of Scots, and he was sure whatever she had just said wasn’t a
compliment by the venom in her tone.

Severus nodded, keeping his eyes trained on her as he opened the door to his chambers. Minerva
marched her way in, calling an unknown pair of House-Elves to start packing Severus’ belongings.
Minerva instructed the two Elves to allow Severus to pack his own potion lab.

He stood there, observing the woman’s every move as she conducted the packing like an orchestra.
Severus knew that if she wanted she could easily take him down, wand or not. Minerva, like her
namesake, was a warrior to the bone and needed nothing but her mind and willpower to defeat
anyone.
But here she was, doing what she could to protect him. Severus knew that no matter what happened
Minerva would stay at the school, her concern for the children under her care overriding any hatred
she might feel for the current Headmaster. At that, she would do everything in her power to destroy
Dumbledore from within the walls he thought he was safest in.

Severus wasn’t as brave as her, he would never be and all he could offer her was the advice to
make a pact with Pomona and Filius since they were the two other members of staff Severus was
sure would be just as outraged by Dumbledore’s actions, and were brave enough to take a stand.
Severus had never spent any time with his colleagues, the bindings Dumbledore placed him under
not allowing him to get close to anyone, so he didn’t know who else was trustworthy.

He also offered his services, willing to send her and anyone she trusted purging potions, since he
was sure the old fucker would have no qualms about dosing anyone to get his way. She agreed,
telling him to send it to her with a compulsion spell on the letter to make sure she drank it. This
trust was what finally allowed him to turn his back on her and start packing, swiftly but delicately
gathering the plethora of potions equipment and supplies he had. Dumbledore, thinking Severus
would never be able to escape, had kept him supplied with an overabundance of rare and expensive
ingredients. Many were illegal, and the only reason Severus bothered taking them was that he
would rather them be out of Dumbledore’s reach.

During his time as a slave, Severus had spent his time first building a secret chamber within his
mind, his Occlumency of such a caliber that he was able to hide away his true mind behind
titanium doors, leaving only a shadow of himself for Dumbledore to see.

Behind those doors he built a mansion. He built, and he planned, and he invented, doing anything
just to keep himself from going insane. He built the potions lab of his dreams, filled it with all
known ingredients and spent his free time experimenting. He would send commands to his shadow
self to collect old potions books and test theories. Dumbledore only thought he was doing as
instructed, the man had hoped that with Severus’ aptitude for potions, he would be able to make
money off of Severus’ inventions.

Severus had no plans of doing what the man commanded, he would force his shadow self to mess
up potions, every once and a while throwing Dumbledore a bone when it seemed like the man
might finally snap and kill him. But only small things like cutting out a step of a well-known
potion.

Secretly, within his own mind, he built a grimoire of all his discoveries and creations. Planning…
dreaming ... of the day he would be free to make them in real life.

He packed away his last piece of equipment, a giant crystal cauldron Dumbledore had recently
delivered to his chambers. Severus had drooled in his mind world over it, but he also knew that this
type of cauldron was only used for two things with how rare they were, White magic or Black
Magic. Severus highly doubted the old fucker would use it for good.

Minerva didn’t comment on him packing away what would normally be considered school
property, just helping him once she finished off the other rooms.

Once they were done, Minerva started leading Severus back to the main gates, peeking around
every corner for threats. He couldn’t imagine Minerva’s animagus form being anything other than
a lioness at that moment, as she stalked the hallways with an unnatural grace.

When they reached the front gates she enfolded him within her deceptively strong arms, reaching
up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his forehead. Severus was startled, unsure of what to do. But she
soon pulled back, hand opened, and waited for him to return her wand. Severus pulled out the fir
wand, looking at it for a moment before returning it.

For the first time that day her features loosened with a small pleased smile as she shooed him off,
waiting until he apparated away before marching her way back up to the school.

Severus went to the only place he knew he might be safe, surprised the wards around the manor
gave him entry, dropping him off right in front of the main doors. Before he could knock a tall man
opened the door. He was a man Severus had only seen in passing for the last eighteen years; a man
he had once considered his best friend.

“Lucius, I know we haven’t talked in years, but I need-” Severus stuttered, his pride shattered as he
begged for help.

“Severus, you have been and always will be my friend,” Lucius said, no doubt in his tone as he
opened the front door of Malfoy Manor wide. The blindingly white foyer was like salvation.

Harry woke the next morning with Neville close to him, but the only part of their bodies that were
touching were their hands. Harry took the time to watch how the rising morning sun softened his
friends… mates … features, his face smooshed up against the pillow. Harry tentatively reached
over, fingers barely touching the skin as he mapped out the curve of Neville’s ear, the line of his
jaw, the bow of his upper lip and the bridge of his nose. Finally coming to rest on Neville’s temple,
nervously letting the full weight of his hand rest on the side of his sleeping friend's face.

Harry stayed like that, growing bolder by the second, fingers brushing through soft brown hair.
Heavy eyelids started fluttering open, lashes caressing sleep reddened skin. Neville smiled before
his eyes even opened, a large hand coming up to cup Harry’s cheek. Neville finally opened his
eyes, all melted chocolate, and affection, fingers sweeping across Harry’s face, lingering over
eyebrows, dimples, moles, and lips, finally starting to scratch blunt nails through sleep-mussed
hair.

“Mornin’,” Neville said around a yawn, pale pink lips pulling tight over straight teeth.

Harry felt like his body was turning to goo, his bones becoming jelly and something deep within
his belly wiggling like a worm on a hook. But he had to ignore that, Neville’s hands were still on
his body, slowly making him unbearably hot under his layers of blankets. Luckily for Harry,
Neville pulled back after one last sweep of curious fingers over the tip of his fox ears, and his
friend was rolling out of bed, silk pants low on his hips as he made his way to the restroom.

Harry groaned as he pulled his blankets over his head, smothering his embarrassment in the soft
fabric. It had been less than twenty-four hours since his Godfathers explained sex and sexuality to
him and it seemed as if Harry had gone insane. After years of never thinking about it suddenly all
his thoughts were consumed by it.

Harry forced himself out of bed, shuffling on unsteady feet to his walk-in closet, shutting the door
to get dressed in privacy. As he changed, Harry looked over his body in the floor-length mirror,
inspecting every inch as it was revealed. He had a flat stomach, sparse black hair running from his
belly button to below his pant line. He explored his small flat dusky nipples and the defined line of
his collarbone, and his Adam’s apple that protruded from his slender neck.

Harry let his hands wander on his once scar-covered skin that was now smooth, goosebumps rising
in the wake of his hands. His nipples pebbling when he ran a blunt fingernail around the edge
elicited a strange grunt at the unfamiliar feeling. Harry quickly removed his hands from his chest,
letting them hang loosely at his sides while he studied himself.

Compared to the other males he had seen in different states of undress he wasn’t much to look at.
He was scrawny, his figure too boney compared to that of the other boys like Oliver, whose every
muscle was defined. He didn’t have broad shoulders, like Neville, that looked like they could
shoulder all your burdens. He didn’t have the confidence of the twins, Harry’s body even now
trying to curl in on itself to hide. It was as if he needed to protect himself.

Harry eased his pants down, keeping his eyes locked onto the ceiling until he was fully undressed
before finally looking back into the mirror. There he stood, naked as the day he was born, and all
Harry could do was blush. He had never looked at himself like this before, always quick to change
and shower, never lingering around without clothes. But now he looked. Looked at his slender feet,
toes curling unconsciously into the soft carpet, his ankles, and his too-thin deer-like legs.

There, in the cradle of his hips lay, his cock, amidst a thatch of curly black hair.

Harry had always thought it was a strange-looking body part, hanging limply between his legs
resting on his small testicles. The skin was much pinker than anywhere else on his body, even
more so than his lips. What Harry now knew to be the foreskin, around his main genitals, looked
like an oversized turtle-neck sweater, hanging a centimeter from the main body of his penis.

He had never before spent more than a few seconds looking at it, and the only time he noticed it
was if his pants or underwear shifted strangely. Harry pinched the excess skin between his first
two fingers, rolling it slightly. It was a strange feeling but it didn’t feel like much.

Harry then poked at his shaft, the organ easily shifting with the movement.

Harry decided that while he was gay he couldn’t see the appeal, it was rather strange looking.

Instead, he decided to inspect his tail and ears.

Harry pinched the tip of his ear where the fur was golden, the ear flicking away automatically at
the slightly painful hold. The fur was extremely soft, and Harry found himself purring and his tail
wagging behind him as he scratched at the base of his ear. The swishing appendage was the next to
receive Harry’s attention. Harry turned, looking at his backside from over his shoulder. Where his
skin slowly turned into fur was strange, he ran his fingers over the change, smooth olive skin
seamlessly transforming into stark white fur.

Scratching at the base of his tail felt very nice, a loud purr rumbling from his body, and Harry
ended up scratching at the spot for so long that Neville worried about him, calling out to make sure
nothing bad had happened. Harry blushed, lifting his tail to look at his bottom, now round and fatty
with his gained weight, before he took one last glance at his penis and dressed.

Everyone was down in the sunroom, waiting for the two boys to start breakfast. Tiptop was at the
head of the table with Augusta at the other end, both women delicately sipping their cups of tea.
Harry took the seat between Issy and David. The only seat for Neville to take was between Bartok
and Remus.

Neville seemed to shrink between the two much taller men, slouching down in his seat and keeping
his eyes locked on the empty plate in front of him. Harry wasn’t sure why Neville was so worried,
but he reached out with his bare foot and tapped at Neville’s. His friend looked up sharply at Harry
where the Kitsune sat across from him, a small smile gracing his face as he rubbed his much larger
feet over Harry’s. They ate their food like that, feet fighting each other for who got to be on top,
toes running over ankles and calves in a playful dance.

The adults were talking about what plans they had for the day. When Augusta started talking about
Neville’s parents both boys stopped playing and listened to what the Dowager had to say. “I
believe we should move Frank and Alice. With all that has been revealed about Albus, I don’t feel
comfortable leaving them where he could try to use them against us.”

Anna leaned closer to Augusta who was on her left, “I have heard a bit about your son and
daughter-in-law’s condition due to Bartok’s work in Britain. I am not sure if anything can be done
for them but I think it would be best to move them. I know of a few very good clinics that deal with
long-term spell damage solely. I know the Head Healer of one that specifically deals with brain
damage personally, and she is very dedicated.”

Augusta looked over at Neville, silently asking for his opinion. Neville was surprised she had even
thought to include him in this, but he was glad she did. “I think we should listen to Mrs.
Claremore’s advice, she knows more about the healers in Terradore, and healing in general.”
Augusta nodded at him and Anna, who told both Longbottoms to call them by their first names,
and started planning a trip to the clinic in question later that day. Neville asked to go along as well,
a proud glint in his Grandmother’s eyes when he asked.

Remus had rested a hand on Neville’s shoulder to try and comfort him but now decided to speak up
about another subject. “I know you said Harry’s illegal marriage contract was dissolved, but have
you considered calling upon Lady Magic to pass judgment?”

Neville went rigid, head snapping towards his old Professor, and he barked, “Marriage contract?”
His eyes were sharp like razor blades and his words like hot steel.

“I am sorry, Mr. Longbottom, that you had to find out this way. We talked about it on the night
you first arrived,” Bartok spoke up, voice even, trying to calm the rage growing within Neville.

Neville, however, couldn’t think straight, How dare anyone try to bind his Harry? His mind
screeched. His fists were in tight balls and his feet now hooked around Harry’s calves. “Who?”
Neville hissed, needing to know who to go after.

“Neville,” Harry snapped, breaking Neville out of his fury, he looked over to his mate, Harry’s
brows furrowed but his feet were rubbing at Neville’s shins. “Nev, I know you are mad, but there
is no use for that, the contract is broken already.” Harry tried his best to be reassuring, but
Neville’s anger was still bubbling under the surface. Even if he wasn’t Harry’s mate he would still
be furious if anyone was trying to steal his friend's choice. He loved Harry and all he wanted was
his happiness.

While he allowed Harry to think he had calmed, his Gran knew him better and looked over at him
with a sly nod, letting him know they would talk about it once they were alone. Neville was raised
at the knee of a Black, and even when he was younger and less confident, he never forgot his
Gran’s lessons. The summer after his first year when Neville told her of what happened to Harry,
she had taken him into the library and started their courses on traditional Black skills, such as
blackmailing, threats, revenge, and untraceable killing methods. Information gathering, knife
throwing, and the beginnings of dark magic.

Before Neville came to her, his Grandmother hadn’t taught him the Black ways, when he asked
why she said she didn’t think he would be interested in what she had to teach. Neville understood
why she would think such a thing, he had never before shown much interest in the Black side of
his family, mainly due to his hatred of Bellatrix. While he still wasn’t fond of the skills he now
had, he knew that if he had to use them to protect someone he loved, he would do so readily. His
Gran’s motivations had been similar, she wanted him to know these skills so that if he was ever in
danger he would be able to save himself.

Neville knew that his Grandmother was lonely, they both were, and they only had each other as
family. Neville would do anything to protect her just like she would for him. Part of that was her
gifting him with every dirty tactic she knew.

Neville was determined to soak up all she taught him. He still wasn’t confident in himself but he
was confident in his Gran’s teachings. So he relaxed back into his chair, listening while the others
started talking again.

“So, what would asking Lady Magic to pass judgment do?” Harry questioned, eager to learn more
about this whole new world he found himself in.

David was the one to speak up, automatically shifting to teacher mode. Harry could imagine him
and Remus getting along very well, Harry had seen how lonely Remus was, and even though he
had Sirius back, he still wished the man had more people in his life. He felt the same about Sirius,
he couldn’t imagine the isolation the man had been subjected to. Fourteen years in Azkaban and
then a year on the run with only his guilt for company. Harry wished he could convince Sirius that
what happened to his parents wasn’t his Godfather’s fault. But Harry knew guilt all too well, and
knew that only time and care could absolve him of those feelings, and even then the guilt would
still be a scar on the man’s heart.

The only thing Harry could think of that might help was if Sirius talked to the portrait of his
parents. When he first heard about them during the Will reading Harry had been ecstatic at the
thought of talking to them. But then anxiety hit. What if they didn’t like him? What if they thought
he was a freak? What if they didn’t like that he was a creature? What if they hated him? Questions
like this assaulted him every time he thought about the portraits, but for Sirius…, he would gladly
go down to the vaults to retrieve them. Harry could only hope that it hadn’t been one of the things
Dumbledore stole.

“Well, Harry, all Oaths and Magical Contracts are given to Lady Magic to ensure. She is the one
who judges you if you break promises of that nature. There are a couple of ways people make
oaths, the first, and least damaging is swearing to Lady Magic. If you break Oath one of your
worldly possessions will be taken in repayment, usually. What is taken is usually equal to the sort
of promise you break. So say, Lyle here, promises not to laugh for one whole day and breaks it,
Lady Magic might take something like a favored book. Nothing extremely valuable, rare or of
sentimental value. I advise you to not make Oaths on trivial things, as if you do it too often she
might take away your ability to swear on possessions for the bother you have caused her. An
example of when this type of Oath would be better used is if, say, your enemy promises that you
will come to no harm from them while you are at their house, or they forfeit something equal to the
damages you suffer. This was used in times when nations or families were still warring to help
guarantee safety during peace negotiations.

“The second one is to swear on your magic, never do this lightly because if you break your Oath,
The Lady will take your magic in payment. While we can live without our magic you will always
feel the void where it once was. There are cases of people being driven mad by the loss.

“Lastly, you can swear on your life. It does exactly what you think.

“Of course, Lady Magic takes into account the reasons for breaking an Oath that is outside of
one’s control. If someone purposefully forces another to break their Oath in hopes of the Oath
giver losing something Lady Magic will punish the ones responsible.” David finished his speech.
Harry sputtered, “But I have heard you swear on your life?!” Harry nearly screeched towards the
end, looking over at Bartok in shock that the man had risked such a thing.

Bartok flushed, clearing his throat before speaking, “Yes, you have, when we adopted you. Please
understand, Harry, that I did not make that promise lightly. Remember the circumstances, you were
blind and unable to read a magically binding contract that could have said anything. It could have
made you a slave. Swearing on my life was the correct Oath to make in such a case, it guaranteed
that we were in no way trying to trick or harm you. If I had lied I would have been struck down
immediately and you would have known you weren’t safe with us.”

Harry still couldn’t believe his Papa would have risked his own life, but he understood his
reasoning even if he didn’t like the risk he took. Remus then spoke up, obviously trying to distract
Harry from further worry.

“Back to judging Magical Contracts. The Lady, if called upon, will judge illegal contracts, but she
can only do it if called upon, unlike Oaths. If you were to sign the contract thinking there was no
way out, it would then become legal, no matter if it was false to begin with. We believe this is what
Dumbledore was hoping would happen.” Remus laid a hand over Neville’s tightening fist, Harry
not noticing, too busy questioning how he could have been so wrong about the Headmaster. Ron
and Hermione had never mentioned such things to him even though he was sure it was something
they both would have known, especially Ron.

“So if you call Lady Magic to judge an illegal contract she will destroy it and make a legal one in
its place for the offending parties. The more heinous the illegal contract the more damning her’s
will be.” Remus finished sitting back in his chair to finish his tea.

Harry took this all in, and went over the new information in his head. He considered what his
parents told him about the contract that Dumbledore and Molly had constructed for him and
Ginny. Harry could be nothing but furious. He wanted to make them pay for trying to trick him.
He needed to make them pay, not just for him but for everyone, Harry was sure Dumbledore had
done this to other people before. Mind made up he told everyone around him his decision, worried
that they might think him spiteful. But none of them looked anything but approving, Augusta,
Neville, and Sirius more so than anyone.

The contract had stated that Dumbledore would have control of all of Harry’s vaults and proxy
seats. It said that he would only be allowed to have one child and he would have to be absolutely
faithful to Ginny, whereas she was free to do as she pleased. Out of everything that was what pissed
Harry off the most. He dreamed of having a large family, and whenever he imagined a spouse, it
had always been someone who was his friend first. A true friend would never betray someone in
that way. Lastly, it stated that a slavery binding would be placed on Harry so that he would be
required to obey Dumbledore’s, Molly’s and Ginny’s orders, in that order of importance.

Harry also knew that the contract had been made when Ginny was under a year old, but he also
knew that she wouldn’t have hesitated to agree to it. The way she had looked at him had always
scared him, and the twins had worked to keep them apart when he told them this.

Anna instructed him on how to call upon Lady Magic, Harry following her words and filling in the
blanks. “I, Hadrian James Potter, do call upon Lady Magic to judge the illegal marriage contract
made by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore and Molly Muriel Weasley.”

When he finished he could feel a motherly presence looking over him, through him, to his very
core. Then the search was over, and with a tightening of foreign magic around him, like a hug, it
was gone, a glowing roll of parchment in its place, sealed with wax that slowly shifted between
every color imaginable, pulsating as it changed. An infinity symbol that shifted its colors from
white to black but was mostly a shade of gray in the middle. One side held a sun in gold, and the
other a moon in silver.

Harry gently reached out to lift the parchment, the same magic he had felt moments before making
his fingertips tingle. He lifted the perfectly circular seal as delicately as he could so as to not
destroy it.

He read the parchment aloud, all of his family leaning forward in their chairs in anticipation.

I, Lady Magic, do order the binding of Molly Muriel Prewett to Albus Percival Dumbledore
in marriage and magic to atone for their crimes against Hadrian James Potter. Their magic
is to be stripped from them as is their ability to have magical children from this union.

Harry was surprised at how short the new contract was but then it was straight to the point, and
Harry couldn’t imagine what else would be needed. Harry then realized something, “Why would
Mrs. Weasley’s last name in this be Prewett?”

It was Augusta who spoke up, “The only reason I can think of is if she was never married to
Arthur… but I distinctly remember attending their wedding.” Her worry was barely contained, the
unease of the unknown clear to any who paid attention.

At this, Harry was also worried. He had been questioning his relationship with Arthur more than
any of the other Weasleys. Harry was almost certain on where he stood with the five older Weasley
children and was completely sure of how he felt about Molly, Ron, and Ginny.

Arthur, however, hadn’t shown up in any of the investigation paperwork so far, but Harry also
knew that if anyone else was in on Molly’s plan, Arthur would have been his first guess. Harry
didn’t want to believe that of the man though. Mr. Weasley had always treated him more like one
of his own children than Molly had. He would often pull Harry aside when he had the chance, and
discreetly ask how Harry was. Unlike Molly he had never made a spectacle out of it. She would
ask in front of everyone, and when Harry tried to answer she would quickly change the subject.
Harry had always thought that this was because she had so many children to look over, along with
taking care of the house. He thought she couldn’t really devote the time to listen to him. Harry had
never seen a moment where she wasn’t bustling around, even at meals she never seemed to stop
moving.

Arthur, on the other hand, when not working, would take the time to spend individually with each
of his children. Harry included. During this time he would devote all his attention to the child he
was talking to, and even if he was busy doing something when one of the Weasley children came to
their Father, he would put down whatever he was working on to talk to them.

After meeting Mr. Weasley, Harry wanted to become a Father like him one day.

So now, with all this in mind and the revelation that there might be something wrong with Arthur
and Molly’s marriage, Harry was leaning more towards trusting him. Considering what Molly had
planned for Harry, he wondered if she had done something similar to Arthur.

Harry brought this up to his family, everyone looking contemplative.

“It is something we will have to bring up with Arthur the next time one of us sees him. However,
since this declaration from Lady Magic will be made public within the week, probably by way of
an emergency newsletter, Arthur will most likely know soon. All contracts formed by Lady Magic
are recorded in a special section of the Ministry, they are then delivered to the major newspapers.
The Lady is the reason we have magic, any time she contacts us in any way is big news.” Remus
said, mind far away.

They finished their breakfast in silence, all thinking over what they had learned this morning, and
then went about their days.

Since Neville was off with Anna and his Grandmother, Harry took the time to spend with his
Godfathers showing them around his room. Lyle and David joined them since they didn’t have
work, and soon the four adults were getting on like a house on fire.

Harry just enjoyed their company and the obvious fun they were having together. He listened to
Remus and David talk about their respective research projects, focusing heavily on the efforts to
find a cure for the infected werewolves. David told Harry about his work when Harry had still been
blind, the day after he and Issy told him about infected werewolves versus born werewolves. At the
time Harry still wasn’t sure if he could fully trust the Claremores so he hadn’t mentioned Remus.
He had, however, asked many questions in hopes that if he saw Remus again he could tell the man
about the research.

On the other hand, Sirius and Lyle were regaling each other about their past pranks. Harry laughed
along whenever he was focused on them. The two were already plotting pranks they would play
together. Harry could imagine George and Fred alongside them and shuddered violently, sure he
had just seen a vision of the apocalypse.

As soon as they were out of Harry’s hearing range, Neville was looking over at his Grandmother
for the information she had learned about the illegal marriage contract. It was Anna who spoke up,
going over just how despicable it all was, obviously pleased that Augusta and Neville were so
angry on behalf of her son.

Neville recognized that same hidden deadliness his Grandmother showed when angered in Mrs.
Claremore. That blink and you’ll miss it expression. She was like a Ricinus Communis, beautiful
on the surface but hiding something sinister for anyone who messed with her.

Neville shivered at the thought of what this woman would do if he ever hurt Harry, not that he
would, but the thought caused a bone-chilling feeling nonetheless. Neville shook off the thought as
they floo’d into St. Mungo’s lobby, witches and wizards sitting around in different states of
distress. He nearly gagged when he saw a man using his severed arm, the result of a splinching
accident, as a back scratcher. When he was younger when they visited his parents his Grandmother
would cover his eyes until they arrived at his parent’s private room.

When he had first seen what was actually going on at thirteen Neville understood why she had
always done this and he wished he could just ask her to continue.

They passed by a man in a containment bubble with dragon pox who was being rushed off to the
emergency ward. The man was covered in angry red patches of skin, the rest of his skin was a
sickly green with every vein visible and dark purple. However, the man, an older gentleman, was
laughing lightly.

Neville was always surprised at just how nonchalant magicals were about injuries and ailments that
could and should kill them. Magic was just too powerful in its capacity to heal, leaving people
overconfident in their ability to bounce back from anything. They ended up being careless about
their own health.

Magic couldn’t heal everything. People shouldn’t be so negligent with their life.

The day shift nurse, Madam Charlotte, who always seemed to be manning the desk at the entrance
of the Janus Thickey Ward when they arrived, greeted both Augusta and Neville warmly. She
pulled out a lollipop for Neville like she always had since Neville could first remember. He took it,
popping it in his mouth without thought, the flavor of spearmint and tea a comfort.

Anna stayed behind to inform Healer Charlotte of the move while the two Longbottoms solemnly
made their way down the well-known hallways. The picture Neville had drawn of his parents with
their names below the stick figure renderings of them from when he was six was still on the door to
their room. A small stick figure of Neville was between them with Augusta looming behind them
all.

Neville touched the picture wistfully as he walked into the room, still wishing for the drawing to be
a reality.

But then that wish broke. His Father as he always was sitting in his bed, eyes glazed and drool
dripping from his mouth. His hair had long lost its fullness and luster. Now it was just clumps of
brown straw hanging limply over his forehead. His skin was gray and paper-thin, face gaunt, and
muscles so weak Neville doubted that he could stand if he tried. As the years passed it was clear
that Frank had taken the brunt of the spell damage; his state was much worse. His mother stood
staring off into the fake window, which Augusta had charmed to change through his Mother’s
favorite scenes. His Grandmother had even charmed it to show different memories of Neville.

While he would love to think her attention was captured by the sight of him at seven, dirty and
working in the garden, he knew it was just wishful thinking, even before the addition of such
memories she had always spent every waking moment looking out the window.

Unlike his Father, Alice’s hair was still full, just limp and shockingly white. Augusta would come
monthly to cut both of their hair as they had worn it… before … and where his Mother’s hair had
once stood up in rebellious spikes it now clung to her scalp, slightly greasy. She only turned when
Augusta gently pulled on her shoulder, her once cherubic cheeks now hollow and her lips white
and chapped.

She stared at them blankly as she dug into her pocket to pull out a gum wrapper, holding it out for
Neville to take.

Tears filled his eyes as they always did, taking the wrapper like it was the most fragile piece of
glass. He whispered a thank you that his Mother didn’t hear as she turned and went back to her
window.

Neville took his Grandmother’s hand within his own, looking for the comfort of her quickly
squeezing back, letting him know he wasn’t alone. They weren’t alone.

A soft knock announced Anna’s arrival, the woman standing in the doorway warily, unsure if now
was a good time to come in. Augusta waved her in, one hand still clutching at Neville’s. Anna
surveyed the other two Longbottom’s condition, strong jaw tightening and full lips thinning as she
assessed them.

“I had Issy call Healer Lilian Lorraine while we came here to ask her for permission to portkey two
patients into their lobby. She just replied to me via Patronus that they are awaiting our arrival.”
Anna tried for her usual calm, but her sorrow still came through. Neville was just relieved she
didn’t try to apologize for something she had nothing to do with.

Anna pulled off the silver chain she wore around her neck, obviously used for just this reason, as
she tapped it and turned it into a Portkey. They had to guide Alice’s shuffling form over to the bed
so they could all hold onto the chain. They coaxed Alice into bed, getting her to scooch as close to
Frank as possible, and then Anna cast a spell on both Alice and Frank that the healers used to
stabilize their position for when they moved patients. Soon, they were being whisked away.

Neville and Augusta were both impressed by the lobby they landed in, wherein a kind woman was
waiting for them, her hair steel-gray and face maternal. Anna introduced her as Healer Lorraine,
and the woman was quick to call her staff to get Frank and Alice settled. The room was more of a
suite and far less clinical than St. Mungos’, It even had a real window that looked out onto a large
garden that Neville could see patients wandering in.

He settled, worry easing with how nice the place seemed. The healers were soon scanning the two
Longbottoms, Anna helping out as one of the nurses asked Augusta questions about their previous
care and treatments. His Grandmother seemed just as overwhelmed, but she was quick to hide it
and get down to business.

Neville questioned one of the nurses standing by about their facilities and treatments, and he was
relieved to find out that they made sure to take out their patients to visit the gardens at least once a
day, and had daily activities for everyone so that their minds had something to do. Neville wasn’t
sure what his parents would be able to do but he still thought even just getting them out of their
room would be good for them.

He and his Grandmother listened to what the head healer had planned to hopefully help his parents
out. Shocked that there was so much they considered trying. By the time they left Neville was
overwhelmed and ready to sleep.

When Neville got back to Harry’s bed later that day he collapsed in the bed and was soon snoring
lightly.

Albus Dumbledore was fuming. He was currently in one of Dedalus’ vacation homes in Wales. He
had been feeling awful all day and the last thing he needed was to come down with the Wizard’s
Flu. The past few weeks were an absolute mess, and it was all he could do to continue to act as if
everything was okay in front of the masses.

When he received the notice of the Potter’s Will readings Albus, knowing what was inside,
demanded that both Minerva and Severus not attend. But they had disobeyed him. He had almost
cast the killing curse at both of them for going against him in this way. As for Severus breaking
through his binds and yelling secrets in front of so many people, well, if he wasn’t bound to his
chair and he still had his wand, he would have tortured the man to death. But then the Goblins had
thrown him out on his ass, wand clattering to the ground, and slammed the giant wooden doors
behind him.

The only thing keeping Dumbledore under control at that point was the many people outside the
bank. They were just beasts, but he couldn’t turn around and blast the doors with Fiendfyre like he
wanted to. He did, however, let out a fierce growl, not worried about these people seeing him
without his Grandfatherly mask.
First Albus went to Grimmauld Place, ready to capture the two men inside and deliver them to the
Ministry. He planned to claim Remus, a dangerous beast who had almost killed a lot of students at
the end of the year, was now hiding a mass murder, Sirius Black. He was sure that Fudge would be
too overjoyed to finally have caught Sirius to ask any questions before throwing them both to the
dementors.

But when he tried to open the doors the wards flung him back, causing him to land in the middle of
the muggle street. He was quick to cast a Notice-Me-Not ward and start blasting at the door, but
the Black wards were ancient and formidable. The blood of every Black born was sacrificed to
strengthen them until it was an unbreakable fortress. That, however, didn’t stop him from trying.

After thirty minutes of blasting at the wards, Albus finally realized that they were sucking in the
magic he threw at them, only making the wards stronger. He left with a final fruitless Bombarda
Maxima. Albus apparated away to Hogsmeade, needing to get back into his castle.

When Albus sent Minerva a Patronus to meet him in the Three Broomsticks, she dared to ignore
him, leaving him sitting in the pub for three hours straight with no answer. He wished he could
rage, but his core was still leaking and the pub was full. He couldn’t risk being seen as anything
other than genial. When he messaged Severus, the beast had dared reply to him with a, “Fuck you,
I quit!” Dumbledore had rushed to the only place Severus would have to go, the rundown
Spinner’s End, ready to recast the slavery spell. But, when he arrived at the house, it was deserted,
and Albus didn’t know where else his slave could have gone. Albus made sure Severus cut all ties
with anyone he knew in school, and behaved in such a manner that no one would be willing to take
him in.

His control was barely hanging on by a thread. That was when a pitch-black Eagle Owl soared
through the open window. Albus sighed at the sight, the bird was a familiar breed that only
Gringotts owned. The owl dropped the thick letter it carried atop his head and then zoomed back
out the window. Albus wasn’t quick enough to curse the filthy beast, so he ripped open the
parchment, the top of the letter ripping in his anger.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore,

This letter is to inform you that an audit of the accounts of Hadrian James Potter has been
conducted at the client’s request. The audit has revealed clear evidence of theft perpetrated by you.
We, the Goblins of Gringotts, demand you return all funds and items stolen from the accounts. For
your crime, an interest rate of 10% will be added to the worth of everything you have stolen. This
rate will increase by 5% for every week the full amount isn’t returned.

The attached documents list the withdrawals you have made and the items missing from the vaults.
We have confiscated your vaults for the repayment to Hadrian James Potter but a deficit remains.

Contact us in your own time regarding the return of the property and remaining money.

Helix Bloodstaff

Potter Account Manager

Dumbledore froze in shock. The Goblins had conducted an audit and, not only that, they were now
demanding he return the money and items that were rightfully his. They were also charging him
interest.

“ How dare they?!” He hissed into the silence of the cabin. Dumbledore threw the letter onto the
table, the other pages scattered across the table. But then Albus noticed a piece of paper that was
glowing. When he touched it the paper unfolded; the paper was golden. Until then he hadn’t seen
the crest that was on the letter, the wax seal facing down. But there, at the top of the paper, was the
intricate crest of Lady Magic. He instinctively flinched back from the innocent-looking piece of
paper, the magic on it humming its displeasure at his touch.

Albus read it without touching it, disbelief growing with every word. Married to Molly! Loss of
Magic! He scrambled for his wand, the wood feeling dead underneath his touch. Despite the dread
of knowing he was now a squib, he still tried. He cast a levitation spell on the bank statement only
for absolutely nothing to happen.

Dumbledore sat there in utter shock, unable to even think.

Another owl came swooping through the window, dropping another letter atop his head. The
parchment slid down into his lap. He opened it up hollowly, brain short-circuited.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore,

This letter is to inform you that the Council of Terradore has issued a restraining order against
you on behalf of Hadrian James Potter. You are now restricted from coming within fifty feet of Mr.
Potter. If you wish to contest this decision, contact the Auror Department in Terradore.

Tiberius Fairview

Head Auror, Terradore

Dumbledore was as white as a sheet, hands trembling and insides flipping.

The Floo flared, and Molly stumbled out, ash covering every inch of her. The moment she arrived
she was shrieking, voice like claws on a chalkboard. She was obviously frustrated by his lack of
response and she finally reached out, shaking his shoulders violently.

Albus snapped.

His wand was in his hand faster than a man of his years should be able, tip pointed directly
between Molly’s eyes, killing curse on the tip of his tongue before he finally realized what he was
about to do. He might hate the woman but Albus knew if he was to kill her it would bring too much
attention onto him. She wasn’t just a homeless muggle who he could take his frustration out on.
The woman was also a useful tool he would hate to lose.

She was well known for her many trips into Diagon Alley, which Albus used to spy on the
populace. He also had her twist rumors to blow them out of proportion or minimize them
depending on what the situation called for. With all his positions Albus couldn’t subtly guide the
opinions of the Wizarding community like Molly could, he was too public a figure and people were
always on their best behavior when he was around. Even those who hated him didn’t dare go
against him strongly in full view of others. While Dumbledore reveled in his rightful position in the
spotlight, he did miss the days of anonymity.

After a few tense seconds, he finally removed his wand from between Molly’s shocked eyes.
“Sorry, my dear, I was lost in thought and you surprised me.”

At the explanation Molly relaxed but was quick to reignite her fury, quickly whipping herself back
into a rage. “Albus! I’ve got a letter from Gringotts saying that they are taking our money! Ginny
and Ron also got one. They are charging us with theft Albus! Theft!” She was as red as her hair, a
vein on her forehead standing out and left eye twitching.
“Molly, dear, calm yourself. I am sure we can get this back under control, we were only doing what
was best for the children, and were trying to save them from Voldemort.” Albus reassured calmly,
eyes twinkling. He needed her to believe in him completely, her faith in him was one of the only
reasons he had been able to control her so completely. Well, that and the subtle compulsions he had
placed on her long ago. “We, unfortunately, have bigger things to worry about than the Goblins.”
Albus used the tip of his wand to pull over the decree from Lady Magic, unwilling to touch it.
Molly snatched up the paper, hissing at the feel of the magic on it.

She read the paper quickly, mouth dropping open and eyes shiny with tears. Molly dropped the
paper in shock and was soon clutching at Albus, sobbing her eyes out. Her wailing only intensified
Albus’ growing headache, but there was nothing he could do. His lack of magic stopped him from
his usual tactic of just casting a spell on her and Molly’s tight grip wouldn’t allow him to get up to
retrieve a calming draught.

As she broke down, sobbing about her lack of magic, something she didn’t have much of to begin
with, Albus started planning. His biggest problem at the moment was the lack of magic. He could
fake it for a while, but Dumbledore needed some way to fix that. He did know there was a magical
artifact that could temporarily borrow magic from another. It had been invented by Cortez Mogan
for his squib sister, Carina, he made it so that she could use some of his magic to experience the
feeling. Cortez was a well above average wizard and had the excess to support her using magic
almost full time. Though they could only be small bits. The toll it took on the donor was double
that of the spell used. However, Cortez rarely cast spells, he was a Runemaster and Arithmancer by
trade.

That would have to work for now until he could track down the source of the rumors he had once
heard of a way to break a decree set by Lady Magic. At the time Albus heard them, he never
thought anything like that could happen to him, that was why he hadn’t followed up on them at the
time. But now he was kicking himself for not following through.

Albus finally got Molly off of him and sent her on her way. Lucky for both of them, squibs could
still floo.

Sundays were Arthur’s day off, and even though he had the chance to sleep in, he never did. He
liked to be up for as long as possible to spend as much time as possible with his children. When he
got out of bed, Molly was still asleep. The line of pillows that separated their sides of the bed was
like a metaphor for their marriage. Arthur was still unsure of why he had married her, but he knew
the reason he stayed. He stayed with Molly for his children. Three of his older boys were now
living on their own and had all come to him once they moved out to ask why he had married her. It
was when Bill first asked that Arthur really started questioning it. Sure he hadn’t been happy since
before Ron was born but he never questioned why.

When Arthur said this, too astonished by the revelation to hold in his answer. Bill gave him a
searching glance, before gathering his Father into a hug, holding him tight. Arthur wasn’t sure
why, but he was suddenly crying, being held up by his little boy who was now so much bigger
than him.

Bill had just shushed him, running his hands over his Father’s back.

Arthur still blushed when he thought back on it, ashamed he had fallen apart in front of his child.
He was a parent, and he had to be strong in his children’s eyes. It had been something Arthur had
strived for every day. When Molly quit her job when she was pregnant with Ron, Arthur had been
understanding. When Ginny followed not even a year later, it had made sense for her to stay
home, she had already had five children after all, and Ron and Ginny’s pregnancies were much
harder on her. But then she never went back, and Arthur was left to pick up all the slack. When
they first got together, she and Arthur had promised each other that they would both contribute to
the household income so that they could both spend time with their children.

But here they were, Molly staying home every day and Arthur spending twelve hours a day at
work. It hadn't been until he became head of his department four years ago that he finally got a day
off. So he spent every Sunday devoted to his children.

He was in the kitchen cooking, Molly’s apron wrapped around his body when Fred and George
came down for breakfast. They were both bleary-eyed and bedraggled, and they held hands as they
came up to him and wrapped him between them.

Arthur laughed quietly at his boys, who had their chins rested on his head. Arthur loved them so
much that it felt like his heart was constantly ready to burst. They clung to him like koalas as
Arthur finished cooking, finally letting go of him to carry the food for him over to the table. They
sandwiched him between them, eating in comfortable silence.

Once they finished Fred and George cleaned up while Arthur headed to the living room so they
could talk to each other. Arthur took up his old, yet plush chair and the boys were soon sitting
together on the loveseat. Arthur knew the twin’s relationship wasn’t that of normal brothers. But he
also knew they were magical twins and that they shared a soul like his best friends, Fabian and
Gideon.

When Arthur first found out about his friend’s incestuous relationship he had been shocked, but
they had trusted him enough to tell him, so he listened to what they had to say. Apparently, magical
twins could hear each other's thoughts and because of this, they couldn’t hide anything from each
other, even the sexual. But they would still want to marry someone, it would just be the same
someone. It had taken Arthur a while to understand, but with time he was just happy that they were
happy. To be honest, he couldn’t imagine them ever being without the other.

Because of this, when his sons had first started going through puberty, he had made sure to take
them aside and reassure them that he would love them no matter what.

Arthur knew the statement wasn’t quite true though, he would always care about all of his children,
but there were a few things he would not, and could not, accept, even from his own children. But
what the twins were to each other was one of the things he could abide by.

Arthur knew how Molly felt about her brothers, so when he recognized the signs of Fred and
George being magical twins when they were only a day old, Arthur had sworn to protect them. So
when Molly started looking at them strangely he was quick to distract her.

His sons were laying together on the couch, hands intertwined and George’s head resting against
Fred’s shoulder. Arthur was honored that they were willing to show this level of intimacy in front
of him, and he knew no matter what happened they would have each other. They talked quietly
about the twin’s plans for the coming week; they were working on a new potion. They were way
above Arthur’s level of Potions making. Arthur was so proud of their abilities and inventiveness,
and when they mentioned they were trying to find a substitute for an ingredient they were missing,
Arthur knew what he could do to help them. He took a mental note of the ingredient so he could
pick it up after work tomorrow.

When they heard Molly start to wake, his sons went rigid and pulled apart, keeping a five-inch
distance from each other. Arthur’s heart broke a little at the sight, for his children to not feel at ease
in their own home. Arthur wished more than anything he could change things, but he couldn’t, the
best he could do was protect them and let them know how much they were loved and cared for,
and to do everything he could to make their dreams a reality.

They kept their conversation light as they all sat tensely, Molly interrupting their talks, scolding
them all in turns without even walking into the room, and, even though Arthur had made plenty of
food for all of them, Molly was in the kitchen cooking, and she was outraged when they said no to
more food. She came into the living room to scream at them for not appreciating all her hard work.
Arthur shooed the boys up to their room so they didn’t have to listen to their Mother’s screeching.
An owl swooped through the kitchen window, dropping its burden right atop Molly’s head.

Arthur had to hide his giggle at Molly’s outraged look in a cough, as she cursed at the owl who
was already long gone. She ripped open the envelope, going white as she read and then rushed out
through the floo without a word.

Arthur was confused, but Molly had tucked the letter into her apron pocket so there was no way he
could figure out what was wrong. He was worried about his children. But then, another three owls
swooped through the window, dropping their letters in front of Arthur before zooming away. Each
letter had the Gringotts’ crest, one addressed to Arthur, and the other two to Ginny and Ron. He
was confused about why the Goblins would contact his youngest two since they had no vaults of
their own.

Arthur opened his letter, eager to find out what had scared Molly.

Confusion. Shock. Fury.

Arthur’s vision was red with rage. He didn’t understand. He couldn’t understand. But he knew the
Goblins would never lie about such a thing.

Molly, Ginny, and Ron had been stealing from Harry.

Harry, who Arthur considered one of his own children. Who he had promised to do everything he
could to take care of. Harry, who now probably hated them and thought that they were all thieves.
That their care wasn’t genuine. Well, Molly, Ginny, and Ron were not genuine. They couldn’t be.
No one who cared about someone would steal from them.

Arthur didn’t know what he would do. Molly was easy, they were only married, and unhappily.
But Ron and Ginny were his children, who he swore to protect with everything he was.

But Arthur had also promised himself to protect Harry.

He was torn, they were all his children, and he only wanted what was best for them. But he also
could not abide by Ginny and Ron stealing from anyone, especially not their family. Arthur got up
and went to his bedroom, not noticing his twins peeking around their door to watch his determined
face.

In his closet Arthur kept a locked box, in it he kept mementos from each of his children, a picture
from Hogwarts of Fabian, Gideon, and himself, a vial of liquid luck his Father had given him on
his deathbed, and a vial of illegal truth serum.

This serum, unlike veritaserum, was a subtle compulsion that made one think they wanted to tell
the truth. The reason it was illegal was that it was much easier to make than veritaserum and its
nature made the person spill their secrets without having to be prompted. The ministry had made it
illegal since it was so much more damning than veritaserum, and they were afraid of being forced
to spill secrets. And while it was easier to make the ingredients needed to make it was much more
expensive.

This vial had been a family heirloom from his Mother, given to her as part of her dowry when she
married Septimus Weasley. All Black women were given two vials at marriage to ensure that, if
anything happened, they had a way to find out.

His mother, Cedrella, never had cause to use it and instead gifted one each to Arthur and his late
sister Guinevere.

Arthur pocketed the vial and headed back downstairs, studying both Ron’s and Ginny’s closed
doors as he passed.

He would get to the bottom of this mess as soon as he could.

By the time Molly finally came back Arthur was at his seat at the head of the table, a pot of tea in
front of him and newspaper at his side. Arthur had to take a calming draught to make sure he didn’t
give the game away.

Molly’s face was blotchy and her eyes were bloodshot. Arthur didn’t care, however. He motioned
for her to sit, pouring her a cup of tea as if to comfort her. Her sigh was watery as she took a sip,
because to her, like any British person, magical or not, tea was a comfort.

Arthur took the time for the potion to kick in by looking over Molly. She was covered in soot,
something she would have normally done away with by a quick flick of her wand. The fact that she
hadn’t done so was a sign of her emotional state. Though Arthur wasn’t sure why she was so upset
at the moment, Arthur couldn’t imagine it was just the loss of money, but then again he didn’t
understand anything she had done or the reasons.

Once Arthur saw the slight glaze in her eyes, the relaxation of her muscles Arthur finally spoke up,
“Molly, we need to talk.” Arthur took another sip of his tea, eyes locked onto Molly’s.

“Is something the matter Arthur?” Molly asked, expression was as if butter wouldn’t melt in her
mouth. Her hands anxiously smoothing down her dress, gaze locked slightly over Arthur’s head so
that it looked as if she was looking him in the eyes but she really wasn’t.

Arthur’s expression tightened, brows drawing closer together. “We have an issue. After you
stormed out of the house an owl delivered these.” Arthur said as he lifted the newspaper to reveal
three open envelopes. Molly paled at the sight of the Gringotts crest on the top of the thick
parchment, mouth gaping like a goldfish. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about the
thieving from Harry’s vault, would you?”

Molly was obviously panicked but the potion did its job and was soon spilling her secrets. “The
only reason we are being charged is that he turned into a filthy creature!” Molly screeched.

Arthur flinched back in shock at just how much vitriol was in Molly’s voice. Then the words hit
Arthur like the Knight Bus at full force. Filthy?! His mind yelled. Harry, filthy?! The sweet boy
who had captured his heart, who Arthur had promised to protect as his own?

He just couldn’t imagine it.

Then the second point hit him, creature? Arthur was surprised but he didn’t think there was
anything wrong with Harry if it was true. He couldn’t believe Molly would think such a thing when
both of their families had a history of creature members.
“How could you?! Harry is like a son to us!” Arthur screamed at her, still unable to believe what
Molly had done.

She scoffed, arms crossed over her bosom, “He is no son of mine. All he would ever be good for is
his money, and maybe his fur as a lining for a robe.” Molly’s face was almost completely
unrecognizable with how cruel it looked.

Arthur slumped in his seat, absolutely shell shocked. “You’re not the woman I married, you're not
the woman I fell in love with,” Arthur whispered, not even meaning to utter it.

Molly laughed cruelly, her eyes wild as she hissed, “We’re not married, you stupid man.”

Arthur stood up, towering over Molly, and as she tried to stand Arthur’s magic lashed out and stuck
her to the chair. “What do you mean we aren’t married?!” Arthur screamed, the table shaking
under his uncontrolled magic.

Molly just scoffed, “You married my disgusting brothers. Good riddance to the filthy faggots.”
Molly’s arms were crossed, fingernails digging into her forearms.

Arthur was shocked, knees shaking. He hadn’t married Molly? “What?” Arthur asked his voice
that of an uncertain child, lost. “But I remember our wedding?”

Molly’s face was now predatory, seeing the weak spot and attacking. “No, you married my horrid
brothers, and your sister birthed your awful spawn, those twins of yours are especially terrible, I
am just lucky Albus bound their creature sides. But Albus said I had to be with you so no one
would question who Ron’s and Ginny’s Father was, so we used an ancient spell that changed
people's perception to believe it was me they saw instead of those freaks.”

Arthur’s knees buckled and it was only a strong set of hands gently setting him into his seat that
kept him from falling to the floor. Soon a voice Arthur knew all too well was speaking up. His
little boy was here. Arthur looked up to see the furious face of Bill glaring at the woman sitting
across from them. “Are my Fathers still alive?” Bill interrogated, his expression like a freshly
sharpened dagger.

Molly looked as if she had seen something foul before she spoke up, hissing once again. “Albus
has them locked up in one of his family manors, using them to fuel his magic. Good luck getting to
them, they’re under blood wards and no one will believe you if you try to tell them.” Molly was
laughing again, obviously thinking she was untouchable.

Bill would do anything in his power to reunite his Fathers now that he knew. His Dad had been so
unhappy for so long, and now, to find out his happiness had been stolen, Bill would make sure to
fix this. Even if he had to commit a crime, and he knew all his brothers would help him in any way
they could.

Fred and George, who were now eighteen, and able to use their wands outside of school, had
messaged them all with their Patronuses , Fred’s a red fox and George’s an arctic fox, to let them
know they had a code red going on. Bill was the first to arrive and the twins were quick to fill him
in. Bill was furious, the only thing keeping him from killing the woman was the devastated look on
his Dad’s face.

Now wasn’t the time to let the famous Weasley temper cloud his judgment.

Charlie and Percy arrived seconds after each other, rushing over to Bill to try and figure out what
was going on. Bill was quick to summarize, handing the spiked pot of tea over to Charlie to try and
figure out what Ron and Ginny knew of the situation. Charlie filled two mugs and rushed up the
stairs, taking a few seconds to school his features to not let anything show.

Percy was trying to calm down the twins who looked ready to kill. Percy felt the same, and if his
brothers weren’t able to control themselves, Percy would be the first one to help cover up the
murder.

Bill cast a silencing spell on Molly and waited for Charlie to come back downstairs with Ron and
Ginny. They were soon coming down, Charlie looking thunderous and Ron and Ginny
complaining about being woken. Bill motioned them to sit and it wasn’t until they did that they
seemed to notice that Molly was yelling silently next to them. When the two tried to stand, Percy
bound them to their chairs. The two started to scream but when Bill asked, “What do you know of
the theft from the Potter vaults?” They both went silent for a second and then started to speak, both
sounding disgusted by the topic.

“It’s not theft since I am to be Lady Potter one day, we have every right to that money.” Ginny
sneered, face almost a mirror of her Mother’s.

Fred and George jumped forward, both furious and confused. “What do you mean you are going to
be Lady Potter?” They spoke as one, not even a millisecond behind each other. The only reason
their brothers could tell them apart was that Fred, who they had always called Fiery Fred, was
looking much more furious than George, who they had nicknamed Gentle George. Though George
looked enraged himself, just a hint more confused.

Ginny scoffed, not noticing the danger she was in, Percy however did and was quick to take his
younger brothers’ wands. “Mother and Father made a marriage contract for us.”

All five older Weasley boys looked over to Arthur sharply, shocked that he would ever do such a
thing. Arthur, however, looked just as bewildered, “I never did such a thing and I promised never
to do such a thing to any of my children.”

Ron was the one to speak up, a mocking smile in place, “You aren’t our Father.”

“Who is?” Percy asked, mind already running with options. He would have never imagined the
truth.

“Dumbledore of course, how else would we be so powerful and smart?” Ginny said with a proud
smile on her face. All the Weasleys were shocked, mouths gaping, unable to even process what
was just revealed to them.

Arthur was the first to gather his thoughts, only able to whisper out a broken, “What?” He was
absolutely devastated. His children were his life. It wasn’t that Arthur wouldn’t love any of his
children if they weren’t his, the reason it hurt so much was both the way he found out, and that
Ginny seemed to not consider him her parent at all, even though he had done all he could to raise
her.

“What were you going to do to Harry once you married him?” George asked, still stuck on the fact
that there was a marriage contract that could destroy his and his twin’s future with the man they
loved. Sure he knew his Father was distressed at the moment and wished he could go to him and
comfort him. but he also knew they only had so long for the truth serum to last, and they needed to
get all their questions answered now.

“Have him killed of course,” Ron said completely nonchalantly, as he scratched at his stomach.
 Fred leaped forwards, ready to strangle the boy. Charlie was quick to catch his younger brother
even though he felt the same. Charlie had only met Harry once but the way his younger brothers
talked about him made him feel like family. Both he and Bill had noticed that if Fred and George
had anything to say about it, Harry would be their brother-in-law. So Charlie understood why what
Ron had said set Fred off. Charlie felt ready to murder him himself, but his Occlumency helped
him keep his temper at bay.

Arthur had regained his composure, he had only one last question to ask before he would be sure
about what to do. “Does the idea of Harry dying bother any of you?” All three shook their heads
and the Weasley’s faces went hard as stone, eyes like daggers.

This is one of the things he couldn’t abide by, so with a heavy heart he spoke again, “Bill will you
Obliviate them of this conversation, we don’t want them running to Dumbledore.”

Bill followed his Father's command without any hesitation, wand movements quick and decisive.

“I, Arthur Septimus Weasley, do hereby remove Molly Muriel Prewett, Ginevra Molly
Dumbledore and Ronald Billus Dumbledore from any right to the Weasley vaults, and properties. I
strip them from any connection they had to the Weasley family.” All three were dragged violently
through the wards, screaming the whole way.

Arthur let out a weary sigh, slumping down into his chair, eyes starting to fill with tears. He
allowed his sons to guide him to the living room, Percy transfiguring their lumpy couch into a bed
big enough for them all to lay in. Arthur was flanked by his twins and then his eldest two sons,
Percy heading off into the dining room to start fixing this mess.

Percy knew one of the first things he needed to do was contact the Goblins, they could easily ruin
their family for what those three had done and his Father didn’t need to deal with the stress. They
also needed to find a way to get in contact with Harry to make sure he was okay, and to try and find
a way to cancel the marriage contract.

Once he sent off the owl and cleaned up, he joined the rest of his family, needing the comfort after
this excessively stressful day.

Last Edited 1.14.22 by Hikiri

Chapter End Notes

PLEASE READ

This chapter took so long because I was in the hospital for a while and found out I
have Congestive Heart Failure. It has been a really trying time and then my
Grandmother died a few days ago. So I am sorry if the next few chapters also take a
while.

Let me know what you think and if you see anything wrong please let me know so I
can fix it.
 Protective Papa
Chapter Notes

Thank you to the lovely mldeal89!

Until I am healthy again I will be posting shorter chapters more sporadically, I hope
you all understand.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Bartok warned Harry last night that they would be getting up early to go to the bank so that they
could retrieve Harry’s Lord and Heir rings. But, when Bartok walked into his son’s room, he was
still fast asleep, Neville curled around him protectively.

He was conflicted, on the one hand, Harry was his baby boy, and he wanted to roar at the young
man touching his son. But on the other hand, he was happy to see someone who so clearly loved
his son, and would do anything to protect him. Bartok knew that Harry finding his mates was
inevitable, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to hide away his son and to keep him young
forever. Anna said it was probably harder for them since they had only had Harry for a month.

Bartok woke Harry as gently as he could, hoping not to wake his son’s mate. Harry woke and
realized that it was time to go, but when he tried to leave the bed, Neville held on tighter, trying to
keep Harry within his grasp as he started blinking his eyes open.

Harry turned and started whispering to his mate, kissing Neville’s forehead before getting out of
bed. Neville whined lowly before rolling over to sleep on his back, spread like a starfish. Bartok
couldn’t help the low chuckle at the sight, Harry absentmindedly scratching at his belly. Harry was
quick to dress, once again wearing the soft green jumper that Tiptop had knitted for him.

Bartok apparated them to his favorite cafe near the bank so that they could have breakfast together.
Harry, while still tired, was very talkative asking about Bartok’s plans for the day.

Bartok had decided not to tell Harry about the meeting later with the Weasley family. Helix had
owled him just last night to inform him the Weasleys were trying to get in contact with Harry. So
after their meeting, and Harry was home safely, he would head back to the bank alone. Bartok
wanted to ensure that if the meeting went wrong, it wouldn’t hit his son as hard, and that they
meant him no harm.

Harry enjoyed his breakfast burrito so much that he ordered seconds, gushing over the chorizo and
tomatillo sauce. Bartok was happy to see his son’s growing appetite as he enjoyed a cheese danish.
He planned to buy Tiptop some cookbooks on food around the world as a present since Harry
loved trying new things. He suggested that after Harry returned home, maybe he and Neville could
explore the house, something his son was quick to agree with. With all that had happened, Harry
hadn’t had the chance just to explore his new home in full.

After they finished up, Harry wiping a smudge of grease from his lips, they headed to the bank.
Harry’s head swiveled side to side the whole way. This was the first time Harry had the chance to
see Terradore. The marketplace was grand, hundreds of different stores and stands, people going
about their own business without pausing for a moment to stare at Harry.
Harry was amazed. When he first entered Diagon Alley, he couldn’t imagine a place that could be
any more obviously magical, but here it was. People were walking around with wings and tails,
fur, feathers, and scales. Children were playing with magical toys, and people were flying above
the streets with both brooms, flying carpets, and wings. Animals were following their wizards as
they walked, one woman even being followed by a giant tiger with long front teeth. Vendors were
selling things Harry had never seen before, floating gemstones and magnificent armors. Furniture
looked like it was made from shell, bone, and exotic woods with all types of swirling patterns and
colors. One chest of drawers in a window front was even glowing blue in the middle of the knots in
the wood.

There was so much more than Harry could even take in, and he was overwhelmed, he felt relieved
to enter the bank. It looked the same as the one in Britain, so it was a relief to see something that
was familiar. They were escorted back to Helix’s office, the Goblin sitting behind his desk with
stacks of paper surrounding him.

“Greetings Bartok and young Mr. Potter,” Helix said as he pulled off his glasses and set his current
document off to the side. He pulled open the drawer of his desk and started pulling out black velvet
ring boxes. “All you have to do is to try on the ring, they will either accept you or return to their
box. We will start with the ones most likely to accept you,” Helix informed them, handing one of
the boxes to Harry.

Inside was a golden ring that had the Potter crest and family gemstone in the middle. Harry had
spent hours looking over his charms and now knew all the crests by heart. Harry tentatively
reached out, the metal vibrating under his touch and he lifted the cold ring, spinning it between his
grasp before lowering it onto his right ring finger. As it descended onto his finger, the ring
tightened until it was snug, hugging his skin and magic like a warm embrace as it enveloped
Harry.

He couldn’t help but relax back into the seat, eyes fluttering closed at just how loved he felt at that
moment. It was unlike anything else he had ever felt. After a few minutes of Harry basking in the
warmth, Helix cleared his throat to get his attention. Harry sat up, embarrassed, as he reached out
for the next box. The Peverell ring, while welcoming, wasn’t nearly as strong as the Potter ring.
When the Peverell ring touched the Potter, the two combined, splitting the ring in half. The Le Fay
and Ravenclaw rings did the same until there was only a single ring on his finger.

“If you need, you may cycle through the family crests or keep them invisible. Next, here are your
Heir rings,” Helix said as he pulled out another three boxes.

When they first visited the bank by the point they got to the Heirships, Harry had already been too
overwhelmed to even listen to what the houses were so this was a shock to him. When Helix
announced the first ring was the Black ring, he was astounded.

Sirius made it clear that he loved Harry, but he was still surprised that Sirius had made him Heir
Black. Harry’s hand shook as he picked up the Black ring, it was just as welcoming as the other
rings had been, but the magic felt colder, a shiver racing up his spine as the ring tightened around
his right pinky finger. Harry rubbed his hands together to soothe the chill.

When he got home, he would need to talk to Sirius about this. When Helix said that the Lupin ring
was next, Harry was even more surprised, Harry had never heard that the house of Lupin was one
of those ancient houses that had Lordships. He was confused about why his teacher wouldn’t at
least buy himself some new clothes. Harry had noticed just how uncomfortable and embarrassed
Moony felt about teaching in his ratty robes, and Harry knew that feeling so well that if he were in
the man’s place, he would have never been able to be half the teacher Lupin was.
Last was the Gaunt ring, something Harry was very confused by. “I don’t know anyone by the
name of Gaunt?” He looked over at his Papa who didn’t seem the least bit confused.

Bartok spoke up, understanding why his son was so confused, after they first went to the bank
together, he contacted Lord Gaunt, an old acquaintance, through Lucius, of his to ask why he made
Harry his heir.

Mr. Riddle had been quite open in his reasoning, first telling Bartok and David a summary of his
life, he then told them what had really happened the Halloween of 2004. Bartok had been shocked
at the news. Both because here was a man who knew what happened to his son that horrible
evening and just how terrible Lord Gaunt’s life was. David had even taken notes so that he could
look up points Tom had brought up.

“Lord Gaunt made you his heir after you defeated Voldemort,” Bartok skirted around the issue
since this wasn’t the time to go in-depth about the subject, and David still wanted to research. After
Godric had come to them to warn them about the Horcruxes, since both Lyle and David were very
knowledgeable about the Black arts, the three and Salazar started to get together to solve their
problems. With the information Tom and Godric provided about that night, Anna and Lyle had
secretly, in the middle of the night, checked to see if Harry was a Horcrux. Of course, as they
believed, it came up negative, but none of them wanted to risk missing something.

Harry was surprised that anyone would make him heir just because he defeated Lord Voldemort,
but then he thought maybe the Lord was old and had lost his family and had no one else to take
over the heirship. “I would like to meet Lord Gaunt at some point so I can thank him and get to
know the family history.” Harry wanted to make sure he honored this man and his family history.

Bartok grinned at his son, knowing Harry wanted to do his best to respect the gift he was given.
Ever since they gave Harry the Claremore charm for his birthday, their son had done everything he
could to learn about their family; all sides of it. They had all spent time telling Harry about their
respective families, and Harry had been fascinated. Lyle had sneakily told Harry more about his
little brother Siles because they all knew that they would be married one day.

After Harry put on his last ring, Helix pulled out the list of all returned items to the Potter vaults.

“How did you get all this back so quickly?” Harry asked, completely bewildered. Harry started
looking over the list but wasn’t really taking it in.

Bartok looked over the list from his place next to Harry, and, noticing that Helix didn’t speak up,
he did. “They were all returned by the same G.G. who gave you back your family wand on your
birthday.” Harry looked up at him, but before he could speak, Bartok continued, “I am sorry, but I
still want to respect the wishes of G.G. to stay anonymous for now. He has said that he wants to
meet you and make your acquaintance, but he wants to give you the time to settle down into your
new life.”

Harry pouted slightly but decided to go on to his next question, “Can we go down to the vaults and
retrieve my parent’s Portraits?” Bartok agreed quickly, and they were soon off, Helix leading them
down to the vault. It was much lower than his trust vault or the one where the Philosopher’s Stone
had originally been.

The door of the vault was large and circular, the Potter crest resting in the center in intricate detail.
Harry grabbed his Papa’s hand, unwilling to go in alone. He reached out with his right hand, and as
soon as he touched the giant metal door, it rolled open, revealing what was inside. Harry could only
make it one step into the vault before he stopped, frozen. The cavern was filled with books,
furniture, piles of money, and jewels. Harry didn’t know where to look and was soon feeling
overloaded, mind shutting down in the face of everything that was in front of him. Hundreds of
years of family history was in front of him, something he had always yearned for, and here it was.

Harry didn’t know what to do, all he could do was reach out and grip the cuff of his Papa’s sleeve
and hold on to him. He needed someone to keep him grounded.

Bartok looked down at his son, taking in the slightly unfocused eyes and mouth that was hanging
open. He knew this was probably overwhelming, so he did what he could, leaning down to be at
eye level with Harry. “Harry, son, do you need me to go and retrieve the painting?”

Harry looked into his Papa’s soft brown eyes and nodded, still in a daze. He would have to go
through the vaults one day, but that day was not today. His Papa had a meeting soon, and Harry
was already too overwhelmed to do anything more than look around in shock.

Bartok squeezed Harry’s hand before heading over to the section that held the paintings. He gently
flipped through them, all of the portraits deactivated for now, until he found Harry’s parents. Lily
and James were standing next to each other in a library, both beaming and Lily obviously pregnant
one hand on her baby bump.

He was careful as he shrunk the portrait and placed it into his pocket, making his way back to the
entrance. He grabbed onto Harry’s hand, rubbing soothing circles into the soft skin as they left the
vault, large doors closing behind them as they got into the cart.

The ride back was fast, and Harry seemed to relax as the wind blew through his hair.

Bartok took Harry back through the floo to the manor, handing over the shrunken portrait. Neville
was sitting on the couch in the receiving room with a book in his lap, waiting for their return. Harry
rushed right over to his mate, and Bartok couldn’t help the sappy grin on his face. To see someone
who cared for his little boy would always make him happy. Harry deserved so much better than
what his life had been that anything that brought him happiness also brought Bartok happiness.

He looked down at his pocket watch, a present from his grandfather for passing his lawyer
certifications, noticing it was twenty minutes before his visit with the Weasleys. He had planned to
get a quick shopping trip done between his meeting with Harry and them, but the trip to the vault
had taken up the time.

He said goodbye before he swept through the floo once more.

He was directed to a conference room he had rented out for the meeting. Helix was already waiting
there. They spent the time waiting for their guests by talking about investments they were thinking
about making.

A knock soon announced the arrival of their guests, six red-headed men filing into the room. They
all looked grim, even the two Bartok knew to be Fred and George who, from his son’s stories of
them, always had a smile on their faces.

“Mr. Arthur Weasley, you requested a meeting with my client Mr. Harry Potter, but his Father, Mr.
Bartok Claremore, as his legal guardian has requested that he speak to you first, before you may
see his son, in light of the crimes committed by members of your family.” Helix looked at the six
Weasleys, his eyes slightly tight.

It was the twins who spoke up before anyone else could. “They aren’t our family,” they hissed out
in unison.

Before Bartok could ask what they meant, their Father gave a great heaving sigh and spoke, grief
obvious in every line of his body. “What my sons mean, is that Molly, Ginny, and Ron have all
been disowned and stripped of every tie they held to the Weasley name.

“As soon as I received the letters from the bank about the charges, I was surprised and took action
to find the truth. What we learned was shocking, to say the least.” All the others looked sour at the
reminder of what they had discovered.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what was this shocking news?” Bartok queried, wanting a reason to
believe these men with all his heart. Harry cared for them so much that he couldn’t help but want
them to have nothing to do with his son’s betrayal. But he was still wary and wouldn’t believe them
without using truth serum, he wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt Harry, and if there was any chance
they would, he would cut them out faster than they could say lawsuit.

Arthur looked down, tears welling in his eyes, and the son next to him took his hand and explained.
“My name is Bill, and I am a curse breaker in Gringotts employ. My Father confronted the three, a
truth serum slipped into their tea. Not only did we find out that Molly never married our Father and
isn’t even our mother, but that Ron and Ginny aren’t our siblings. But what was most important to
this situation, is that we found out what their plans for Harry were. While my Father wouldn’t have
disowned the two children for not being his, as he has raised them, what led to their disownment
was the blatant theft and plans to force Harry into a marriage with Ginny where she would then
produce an heir and kill Harry.”

Bartok knew that the plan for Harry involved line theft and theft of money and property but the
thought of those people planning to kill his son was just too much. His wings burst from his back,
arching high up into the air and instincts screaming to go kill those people and then go and protect
his son. The only thing that stopped him from killing the men across from him was how disgusted,
furious and ashamed they looked when Bill was speaking of their ex-families plans.

The marrow-deep emotions clearly showing on their faces was enough to let Bartok know that they
had no clue of the plans and strongly disapproved of them.

It took him a few moments to calm down enough to pull his wings back in, a mantra of: Harry is
safe at home and completely fine now, and that horrible contract is destroyed. After some time he
was able to ease his fury. None of the men across from him looked anything but approving of his
protective urges. With how closely the Weasleys had been linked to Dumbledore, Bartok had
expected them to be disgusted by the reveal of him being a creature. But they weren’t, and this was
another point in their favor.

After his wings retracted, skin still itching to let them through again, they continued.

“By your disownment of the three, am I safe to say you had no clue of their plans?” Helix asked,
still looking at the others with suspicion.

“Of course not!” one of the twins said, obviously upset at even the thought of doing something like
that.

The other one then spoke, just as upset by the conversation, but his voice much steadier than his
brother’s had been. “We knew that they wanted Ginny to marry Harry, but we had no intention of
ever letting that happen. Ginny was obsessed and her behavior made Harry uncomfortable.”

“Not to mention we love him,” the other added.

“Yes, there is that brother dear.” The second rolled his eyes and Bartok wished he could tell them
apart. “But we had no clue there was anything else going on. When we found out, we were ready to
kill them…” They both blushed but the steely look in their eyes said that they would still do it in a
heartbeat.

The only boy with glasses was the next one to speak, “All we want is to make sure Harry is okay
and to make sure he knows that we really care for him, and had nothing to do with those people’s
horrendous actions. We will willingly submit to any truth serum you have to prove that we had
nothing to do with this.”

Bartok nodded, looking over to Helix, who withdrew a truth crystal.

“When this crystal is activated it will glow red if someone is lying, myself and Mr. Claremore will
be included in this. If you do not wish to answer any questions asked you do not have to, but know
that, depending on what the question is, it may affect our view of your intentions and actions.”
Helix set the crystal in front of him, tapping it with one long boney finger, causing it to glow a
brilliant green.

“Is Harry safe?” Both twins asked in unison before anyone else could get anything out.

“He is safe, and being cared for, and healed for past injuries from abuse,” Bartok said, wanting to
let these people know that they need not worry about Harry being in his custody. All of the men
relaxed at the crystal still green state, but were worried about the abuse. “Did any of you know
about Molly, Ginny, Ron, or Albus’ plans for Harry Potter?”

Each took their turns to state clear No’s, the crystal not turning red at all.

Bartok relaxed back into his chair, he had asked his question in such a way that anything they
might know would set it off. The money theft, abuse, or the contract. But since they had all been
telling the truth his mind eased. He only had a few more questions he needed to ask to make sure
that these people would be safe to have around his son.

“Do you truly care for Harry Potter?” Bartok wanted to make sure none of them were faking their
friendship. Sure they might not have known about their ex-family’s plots, but that didn’t mean they
couldn’t have nefarious plans of their own.

The six Weasley men, all without hesitation, reassured Bartok that they all cared for Harry, the
twins going so far as to proclaim their love for Harry again.

“Do you and your family want what is best for Harry, his health and happiness?” Charlie asked,
arms crossed over his broad chest. He had only had the pleasure of meeting Harry twice, but from
the moment he first saw those beautiful green eyes, face squinted up into a broad smile, he
promised to take care of him. This promise was reinforced the moment he saw just how happy
Harry made Fred and George.

Charlie had always worried about the two. While they were family, and he loved them dearly, their
close bond set them apart in some ways. No matter how they hid it, there had always been a
loneliness to them. Charlie had honestly been a bit jealous to see how easily this young boy made
his little brothers light up. Both because he wished he could have been that person for Fred and
George, and because he wanted a love so easy and innocent.

Both times Charlie had met the young Potter he watched the way the young teen behaved and
moved, watched the way his twin brothers fell into his orbit. Charlie had felt the same pull, his
protective urges flaring up, born from his love of family and wanting to protect all of his younger
brothers.
“My family and I would never do anything to put Harry at risk. I can’t promise we will never do
anything that might make him unhappy, but we would only do it if the reason behind it was for his
best interests.” Bartok assured Charlie, who concentrated hard on the crystal to make sure there
wasn’t the slightest flicker of red.

“That was my last question for you,” Bartok stated, looking at them to see if there was anything
else they needed to question. There was nothing else they needed to know, they all relaxed
knowing that these strangers only wanted what was best for Harry.

Fred and George let the tension in their body ease, their hands finally loosening in each other’s
grip, hands tingling with the restriction of blood from holding each other so tightly. They smiled
over at Bartok as Helix put away the crystal, and passed over a green journal that had Harry’s
name in gold on the front. When Bartok looked at them both questioningly, George spoke up, ”It is
one of our inventions. It’s a connected journal so that we can talk to Harry while we are apart.”
Fred looked over to his twin, George’s smile blinding and Fred couldn’t help how his heart
fluttered at the look.

“That’s ingenious, Harry has told me about your dreams of owning a joke shop. With how
inventive you are, I am sure you will go far in anything you choose to do.” Bartok’s smile was
genuine and proud. With the way his son had talked about these two, and how honestly and
proudly they confessed their love, Bartok was sure the three would be bonded and married in no
time. Bartok was glad for it, they obviously cared for and were protective of Harry, and that was
what mattered most to Bartok.

He still didn’t like the thought of his baby bonding, but he was grateful that so far all of Harry’s
mates and potential mates met his standards. He would still have to test them just to make sure.
Bartok tucked away the journal with care, “I promise to get this to him today.”

“There is something else we need to talk about,” Arthur spoke up, his eyes a little puffy from
crying. Bartok’s heart went out to the man, for the first time since they entered the room, he really
considered just how stressful and earth-shattering the past few days would have to be for all of the
Weasleys. Before this moment he had been too focused on his son’s safety to even consider what
the others were going through.

He had a newfound respect for the Weasley patriarch for holding himself together as well as he
was. Bartok wasn’t sure he would be able to handle it with as much grace.

“I won the yearly lottery the Daily Prophet holds, and, while I put most of it away, I bought tickets
to the World Cup. Ministry workers get a discount so I had plenty enough to buy a ticket for Harry.
I will understand if you don’t feel comfortable allowing Harry to come with us but I still want to
extend the invite.”

Bartok could see how hopeful the twins looked, and luckily, Bartok had already bought tickets
months ago for his family to go to the World Cup, but they had thought not to go now that they had
Harry and not an extra ticket. It was either that, or Bartok would stay home because, out of all of
his mates, he was least invested in Quidditch as a whole. “I am sure Harry would love that, my
family already has tickets, so we could camp next to each other to get to know each other better.
Harry has spoken highly of all of you and we would all like to get to know you.”

The twins were bouncing up and down in their seats at the news. Arthur smiled softly at his boys,
and Bartok could see how much the man loved and cared for his children in that one look. Arthur
looked over at Bartok, sharing a knowing look that they would be family at some point.
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When Sirius heard the Floo flare, he rushed into the receiving room. Harry and Neville were
hugging, but what caught Sirius’ eye was the large golden frame lying atop the coffee table. The
still faces of his two best friends, forever young, stared blankly up at the ceiling. He walked
shakily over to the portrait, trembling fingers running over the textured paint and canvas.

Paint could never capture the glint of mischief in James’ eyes or the way that Lily’s hair fluttered
like flames as she walked. They had both been so full of life. To see them reduced down to
pigments on canvas broke Sirius’ heart. But then he looked up, and there was Harry, a living piece
of his best friends. So vibrant and happy.

“I… I don’t think I am ready to talk to them yet… would you…?” Harry trailed off, face unsure as
Neville’s hand came to rest on Harry’s shoulder, trying to reassure his friend.

Sirius understood why his Godson was so worried. This would be the first time in his life that he
would be talking with his parents, and he wasn’t ready to face them yet. Lily and James wouldn’t
be upset at him, but Sirius also knew that their first time talking to their son would be emotional for
them, maybe too emotional for Harry to handle.

So Sirius would do what he could to get them all ready to meet. He would have to let Lily and
James know everything that was going on so they wouldn’t bombard Harry with questions and
reassure Harry that nothing would go wrong.

Sirius was aware of the truth of portraits, that they were a direct connection to the afterlife, since
the Potters were descended from the Peverells and Dorea and Charles had always treated him as
their own and taught him about the family history. They had always done their best to make sure
he was included in everything, and Sirius loved them for that. He never felt like an outcast when he
was with them like he did when he was with his birth family.

Sirius pulled Harry into a hug, breathing in his pup’s scent, fox, jasmin, and ozone. Home. “Don’t
worry pup, I understand and so will they. Whenever you’re ready, all you have to do is tell me.”

Harry nodded against Sirius’ chest, keeping his face hidden. Sirius ran his hand over Harry’s head,
cradling his skull in the palm of his hand. They hugged for a while longer before Sirius sent the
boys off to explore the house.
Sirius lifted the portrait carefully, making sure that the frame hit nothing as he made his way to his
and Remus’ bedroom. He stuck it up on the wall, staring at it longingly, eyes following the curve
of James' jaw and then lingering on Lily’s delicate hand on her baby bump. Sirius desperately
wanted to speak to them, but he was also worried, he had failed to protect their baby, and he was
scared about what they would say to him.

He had spent all those years in Azkaban imagining what they would say to him, their accusations
and looks of loathing and disappointment. That more than anything was what the dementors
caused him to feel. More than the Cruciatus his Mother had loved so much. More than the look of
disgust his Father had worn anytime he saw his son. More than the memory of kneeling in rice,
knees bloody, as he learned to read and write.

What haunted him most was his failure to his two best friends and the boy he considered his own
son. The thought of Moony being all alone in a world that hated him for something he couldn’t
control. The thought of how he had failed his little brother, who he had raised, and loved, and
protected with his all.

Sirius paused his racing thoughts, conjugating verbs in Latin Possum, Poterō, Poteram, Possim,
Possēs, like his therapist taught him. Taking in deep breaths while he walked in place.

Once he had calmed back down, he placed his hand on the portrait, right over where Lily and
Jame’s hands were joined. He forced magic through his palm and into the painting before he could
continue putting it off.

They both fluttered their eyes, going from stiff and blank to fluid and full of life. Once they focused
on him they smiled, but it was full of sadness, and Sirius couldn't stop the tears that started running
down his cheeks.

“Oh, Siri,” Lily started, James crying as well. “We are so sorry.”

Sirius choked out a bark-like laugh, “You’re sorry? No, Lils, I am the one who is sorry, I failed
you… Harry he…” Sirius covered his mouth to try and stop his sobs,

“Pads… it’s okay, we know,” James said through his own sobs, wishing he could reach out to his
best friend, who had been through hell. He and Lily regretted not doing more to make sure it was
known that Sirius was only a distraction. They thought they had covered all the bases with their
Wills, but they had been sealed.

Lily and James had spent their time watching over Harry, Sirius, Remus, and Neville. James had
spent many hours watching over Sirius, standing between his brother and the dementors, trying his
best to blunt the effects of the vile creatures. It was the only reason Sirius hadn’t gone as mad as
his cousin. James would forever blame himself for what happened to Sirius, and he could only beg
for his brother’s forgiveness.

They spent hours crying, laughing, and mourning their losses. Sirius told them about how
wonderful Harry was, how much Sirius loved him and wished he could have been there to see him
grow up. Promises that he would never leave Harry alone again, that he would be there when
James and Lily couldn’t.

Lily told Sirius all the good things she had seen while watching over Harry, about how smart he
was, and kind, and how he had made some terrific friends. She told Sirius about the mischief he
had gotten into with those red-headed twins. About how happy she was that Harry and Neville had
reconnected and how beautiful their bonding had been.
How Lily wished Alice and Frank were there to see it. But how happy she was to now see their
friends in a better place to help them heal. Lily had spent a lot of time at Alice and Frank’s side,
telling them about how Neville and Harry were faring. It hurt to even think about her friends’
prolonged suffering, death would have been much kinder. At least she and James got to watch their
baby grow up.

She shook her head, brilliant red hair flying about, hitting James as she did, trying to stop the
encroaching darkness. He looked over at her in playful shock, automatically easing her worried
thoughts. She took all her sadness and channeled it into rage.

“Sirius,” Lily said, catching both men’s attention, “As Harry’s Godfather, I will leave it to your
tender mercy to get revenge on the old goat fucker for our son and us.” Lily’s hair started flying
around her, James wrapping his arm around her waist, cradling the side of her belly for both of their
comfort.

“Yes, Sirius, bring down the full force of Black retribution upon the enemies of our house,” James
snarled, filled with the rage that had built for years, finally having a way to enact his revenge.
They had spent years talking about just what they would do to Dumbledore when he finally passed.
What tortures he would be put through at their hands.

Sirius' face twisted into a smile, eerily reminiscent of Bellatrix at her madest. “Why Jamesy, Lily
Flower, it would be my honor. I know just the men to help."

They left the arrival room, Harry looking over his shoulder to see the lost look on his Godfather’s
face. Harry wanted to run back into the room and hold Siri, but he was a coward. Neville seemed to
sense Harry’s mood, latching onto Harry’s hand and rubbing his thumb gently on the back of
Harry’s hand.

“There are still times when I am afraid to see my parents,” Neville said, voice flat, trying to hide
any emotions. Harry looked up to his mate, Neville’s honey-colored eyes were slightly shiny with
repressed emotions. He leaned into the taller boy’s side, letting Neville’s warmth comfort him.

They walked down the halls of the manor, deciding to take the time to really explore the home at
Neville's suggestion, which caused Harry’s tail to start swishing around wildly. Every so often it
would wrap around Neville’s leg or waist unconsciously. Neither of them commented on it,
Neville just letting the soft fur dance over his skin.

“Tiptop,” Harry called out, the little Elf popping in next to them.

“What can I do for young masters?” She asked in her squeaky voice, long ears twitching happily.

“Do you have the time to give us a house tour?” Neville questioned, making sure to be as respectful
as possible. The first chance she had been able to get him alone Tiptop had popped in beside him,
cast iron pan in hand. At first, Neville had been confused, that was until she started to smack the
pan into the palm of her little hand, eyes like sharpened daggers. The most intimidating part of the
whole scene was that the pan was easily half her size and probably heavy as hell. She hadn’t had to
say a word for Neville to understand the message. Ever since then, he had been careful to make
sure to stay respectful to her.

Tiptop agreed to show them around the manor, and Neville and Harry followed her around like
ducklings, still holding hands. The first dozen rooms they saw were rather plain, sitting rooms,
offices, dining rooms.

There was the large living room that they had spent time watching movies in that connected to a
game room that Harry had yet to explore, but knew the twins would be happy to spend hours in.
There were arcade games, a closet with heaps of card and board games, as well as a billiards and
foosball table. Harry never had the chance to play with such things and, the fact that he could now,
made his heart flutter in excitement.

But then they went into the kitchen, it was beautiful, and Harry was bouncing in place, ears perked
up and tail flailing about wildly. Tiptop looked around proudly, watching her young one’s
happiness.

“Tiptop, is it okay if I cook with you some time?” Harry asked, hope filling his voice, he really
hoped she would be okay with him wanting to care for his family in this way. She just smiled and
nodded vigorously, ears flapping against her head.

“I would love to cook with you,” she enthused.

Neville just stood back and smiled as the two talked about the appliances and pantry, as well as the
small library of cookbooks she had. Neville loved seeing his mate so happy, loved watching the
way his eyes lit up, and his plush lips pulled over white teeth with slightly elongated canines.
Loved how much he obviously cared for Tiptop and how she cared for him.

Neville could just watch this for the rest of his life and be happy. But, his daydreaming was ended
by Harry grabbing his hand once again, and the tour started back up. They passed by the morning
room in which they had been eating all their meals and entered another room made with glass walls
and ceiling. The room was like an indoor rainforest, tropical plants everywhere, vines crawling up
the walls, and the room filled with the fragrance of blooming flowers. But in the middle of the
room was a swimming pool, rock face and waterful on the back wall and a hot tub to one side, tall
grass hiding most of it from view.

The flooring was black marble with veins of gold and green running through it. Neville then
noticed a bright green butterfly flitting passed, and heard the cawing of a bird. The room was
magical, and Neville could imagine spending hours in this room, taking care of the plants and
cuddling with Harry in the hot tub. He couldn’t wait to climb to the top of the cliff and jump off,
Harry’s laughter echoing around the room.

“I wish I knew how to swim,” Harry bemoaned, kneeling down at the edge of the pool to dip his
hand in the water. His shirt rode up just enough for Neville to see the small of his back, the deep
dimples on either side of his tail, and Neville felt the itch in his fingers to reach out and touch. But
he kept himself in check, hands clasped behind his back.

“If you want, I can teach you how to swim,” Neville offered, his voice a little rough with want.

Harry turned, still squatting down and smiled up at him, “I would love that Nev!”

Before they could say anything else Tiptop was shuffling them along for a quick look downstairs
where they found different labs, a wine cellar, a dueling practice room, and a vast empty room with
tall ceilings and padded walls and flooring that Tiptop informed them was for teaching creatures
with wings how to fly. It also had a small flying course to one side.

They spent a few minutes in a beautiful potions lab. It was completely different from the ones at
school that were dark and dreary. The room was light and airy, though still cold. There were glass-
fronted cabinets full of jars of different ingredients and potions. Cauldrons of all shapes and sizes
lined the walls, and there were workstations of all heights. “Professor Snape would love this
room,” Neville commented off-handedly.

They hadn’t talked about what they had discovered at the Will reading but now was as good of a
time as any Harry supposed. “He would…” Harry trailed off, waiting to see what else his mate
would have to say.

Neville took in a large breath of air, using the time to collect himself and his thoughts. “I am not
sure how to feel about the whole Snape situation, to be honest.” Harry nodded silently. “But I feel
sorry for him, from the sounds of it he didn’t want to be the man we knew. The most I think we
can do, if we meet him again, is to go in with no preconceptions.”

Harry agreed, everything they knew about their professor could be completely wrong. More than
anything Harry felt sorrow for what the man had gone through, and he felt the urge to protect him.
The feeling was easily tempered by everything he had gone through at the older man’s hands, but
the more time he had to think the more he started to forgive and recognize it really wasn’t the
man’s fault.

It all came back to Dumbledore, and how he manipulated everyone like chess pieces. Harry
couldn’t see the game the man was playing but the more time went by, the more he realized the
man had no regard for those around him.

After that they went upstairs, the only rooms other than bedrooms were a few more offices and the
library. The library was a huge two-story affair with giant stained glass windows that merged into a
giant glass ceiling. Harry was surprised by just how much glass roofing there was, but, then again,
such a feat would be much easier with magic than without, and there were plenty of protective
charms and wards to make sure nothing happened to it.

The room was much more relaxing than the Hogwarts library, which felt claustrophobic. There
were a few desks scattered throughout the room and in the middle was a large seating area, the
couches looked so comfy that anyone could spend hours cuddled up with a book.

There were potted plants dotted around, and when Neville reached out the plants reached back,
brightening up at the Druids presence. Harry was happy the house felt so alive. He had always felt
like Hogwarts needed more greenery indoors.

During herbology one day, Susan had commented that the Hufflepuff common room was filled
with plants and bean bag chairs and even a pillow pit. Harry had been slightly jealous, but Neville
had noticed and casually commented that, if Harry wanted, he could decorate his home like that
once he was out of Hogwarts, and that Neville would be happy to provide any plants Harry
wanted.

While Harry wanted to find a book and sit down and read, they still had more to see. Tiptop said
they could skip the two upper floors since they were just more bedrooms and offices.

They thought about going outside, but it looked like it might rain soon. Fortunately, Neville and
Harry had already explored the grounds for the most part. The only two things they hadn’t seen
were the quidditch pitch and the empty stables.

Instead, they headed back into the living room and cuddled while they waited for everyone else to
get home.
Tiptop made braised beef, mashed potatoes, and green beans, with a fruit salad for dessert. Harry
was happily stuffed, lazing back into the couch in the living room bracketed by Sirius and Remus,
the rest of his family laying around.

Harry was resting his head on Remus’ chest, the older man’s arm wrapped around both his and
Sirius’ shoulders. Harry basked in their warmth, watching Hedwig as she preened herself across the
room. She had deigned to join them for dinner, looking down at them haughtily when Tiptop
brought her a plate of bacon.

Issy was chattering away about what she had learned today, excited about the case she had helped
with. She was curled into Anna’s lap, the older woman reading from a large book. David was
sitting next to them, painting Issy’s toenails blue with a steady hand.

Bartok was enjoying a glass of whiskey, Lyle and Neville were sitting on the floor talking in
hushed tones, and Augusta was sitting back and watching them all. Harry was so relaxed that he
almost nodded off, that was until his Papa spoke up. “Harry, I had a meeting today with the
Weasleys.”

Harry looked up sharply as the room quieted.

Bartok leaned forward, face soft in an attempt to comfort his son. The result of Bartok’s meeting
was nothing for Harry to stress out over, in fact, it would hopefully cheer his son up. Or it would at
least make it so Harry had one less thing to worry over. Hopefully, the news about the trip to the
World Cup would excite him.

“I met with Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, and George. They requested a meeting with you, but
in light of what happened I decided it would be best if I met with them first to talk about the
situation.” Bartok continued, studying his son’s face carefully.

Harry felt a little sour, but he understood his Father’s reasoning. He wanted to see the Weasleys
again, but at the same time, he was worried and knew that if he was to face the Weasleys without
being prepared he would have broken down. There was a lump in his throat, and since he didn’t
know what to say, he kept his mouth shut.

“They were very open when I asked my questions. I would first like you to know that none of them
knew anything about the plans against you and have no ill intent towards you.” Harry jumped up
from his place between Remus and Sirius to leap into Bartok’s lap, curling into his Papa. It hadn’t
hit him until then that all his Papa had done was to protect him. Harry finally considered just how
much this man had done for him. How much he showed he cared in less conventional ways. Well
not unconventional, but in ways Harry didn’t have a chance to see.

He wrapped his thin arms around Bartok’s strong shoulder, burying his face into flawless dark
skin, tears running down his eyes. “Thank you,” Harry whispered into the older man’s skin as if it
was a secret for the two of them to share. Bartok just rubbed his large hand across Harry’s back,
cradling his son to his chest.

Harry pulled back, looking up at his Papa with a wide smile, wiggling to get into a better position
so he could watch both his Papa’s and other family members’ faces. Everyone else was focused on
them, waiting to hear more about Bartok’s meeting today.

“I found out the Weasley men were just as shocked as we were at the news. They only found out
the day after the contract was judged when Gringotts sent letters to Molly, Ginerva, and Ron about
the theft. Arthur took immediate action and used truth serum upon the three in question. What they
found out was quite shocking, to say the least, they were betrayed by the three as well, maybe more
so than you were.” Bartok sighed, holding on tighter to his son. While he felt horrible for what
Arthur had gone through, he was thankful that his son was able to escape his fate.

Everyone was shocked. With what they knew of Harry’s life, they couldn’t imagine what Arthur
could have gone through that made Bartok think it could be worse.

At the looks Bartok received he knew he would have to explain, so he shared what he had found
out. Everyone’s faces became increasingly more stormy the more they learned. Augusta was
looking particularly vicious, her hands were white-knuckled at her side, perfectly manicured nails
digging into soft flesh.

“How dare that harlot do such a thing to my nephew,” She hissed. She might not have seen much of
Arthur and his boys since after the twins were born, but before then they had come to visit her
often. After all, Dorea and Cedrella, Arthur’s mother, were her closest cousins. Since they all had
their children around the same time they had helped in the rearing of each other’s children.

Arthur and Guinevere had both been slightly older than Frank and James, and the two took it upon
themselves to take the two younger boys under their wings. Like all Weasleys, family was the
most precious thing to them in the world. That added to them being half Black made them the best
older cousins anyone could ask for. Augusta had been so thankful for the two of them.

When Guinevere died they had all been devastated. She had taken after her mother and was one of
the kindest, gentlest person anyone could know. She was a devoted sister, aunt, and friend. Arthur
had never been the same after her death. He had once been vibrant, but after his sister passed, he
had drawn inwards. Augusta had tried her best to be there for him since Cedrella and Septimus
were dead, but he had slowly cut her off. Now that she knew what Molly had done, Augusta
wondered if it had been Arthur to cut her off at all.

“I want to see them,” Harry said, bringing them all out of their thoughts. “No, I need to see them.”
His voice was firm and his eyes were shining with determination for all to see.

Bartok reached into his coat pocket, pulling out the journal the Weasley twins had tasked him with
delivering. “Those twins of yours wanted me to give this to you. They called it a communication
journal, and said whatever you write in yours will appear in theirs and vice versa.”

Harry took the journal gingerly, cradling it to his chest as if it was the most precious thing in the
world. Fingers stroking the supple green leather like a caress. Bartok decided to speak up again
since if he didn’t he didn’t think his son would be speaking any time soon. “Arthur also told me
that they invited you to the Quidditch World Cup.”

Harry looked up at his Papa in shock, he hadn’t heard anything about that, and he told them that.
They all looked confused but they agreed it probably had something to do with Ron’s betrayal.
After learning that he would be going to the Cup, Harry was excited at the prospect of seeing
professional players do what they did best, and getting to see it with the twins made it all the better.
The only thing that could make it even better was having Ollie there too. Harry had always loved
their time talking Quidditch together. The four of them had spent many nights sitting together,
squished in one of the nooks in the common room on pillows talking strategy. Harry had fallen
asleep many times only to wake up spread across all of their laps, cradled against their strong
bodies, hair being petted, hands held, and feet being massaged.

Honestly, Harry should have realized then that his feelings weren’t completely platonic. But now
he could look back on it fondly. The care they had shown him had been something he had ached
for so long, and had been so easy to accept, that Harry didn’t even realize it was happening. They
gave him the thing he had craved since he was a child: touch. It was uncomplicated and had no
motive beyond comfort. Without them, Harry didn’t think he would have been able to accept the
comfort the Claremores had given with such ease.

So to know he would be seeing at least the twins so soon made him ecstatic. He only wished Oliver
would be there too. But still, when he had heard about the World Cup he wished he would be able
to go, and to now find out he could, made him pleased as punch.

“Before you came into our lives we had planned to go to the World Cup ourselves, but we decided
not to go after adopting you as we were short a ticket. But since Arthur has a ticket for you, we will
all be attending together, as well as camping out next to the Weasleys.” Bartok continued, looking
over at Lyle who was beaming at the thought. He was the Quidditch fanatic of the family.

“You’ll have to tell us all about it when you get back, pup.” Sirius smiled longingly. As a British-
born wizard he had grown up with Quidditch being the only sport in his life, but he would have to
do with listening to it over the wireless and hearing about it from his Godson. Being safe was
worth more than seeing a game.

Neville also looked a little upset since he wouldn’t be going, but he was already getting towards
the end of his week at the Claremores before he would be going home. Neville had tried to
wheedle more time out of his Gran, but she was very determined about them going home. She said
the separation would do them good and that it wouldn’t be proper for Neville to move in. The only
concession she had allowed was that if the Claremores and Harry agreed he could spend the
weekends at their house. Neville thought it was at least something.

But since he had never been into Quidditch, except for when Harry was playing, when his Gran
had asked if he wanted her to buy them tickets to the World Cup, Neville had said no. At least Fred
and George would be there to watch over their mate. Neville had no doubt about it: Fred and
George would soon be bonded to Harry. Neville was just sad he would miss seeing it, his Grandma
had said their bonding had been beautiful.

They talked about their plans for The Cup, Sirius offering one of the Black tents. Harry fell asleep
at some point during the conversation, cuddling into his Papa’s chest.

When Harry was gently shaken awake by his Papa the only people left in the room, other than
them, were Siri and Remy. Harry was curious about what they could want since they were shifting
nervously. Bartok stood up, Harry in his arms and walked over to the couch the two men were
sitting on, dropping Harry between them and kissing his son on his head before leaving the room.

Harry waved goodbye before cuddling back up into his two Godfathers, still half asleep. Harry
looked up into Remus’ face, seeing that the man was looking serious and slightly worried. Harry
sat up slowly, looking back and forth between the two men to try and figure out what was on their
minds.

Sirius took Harry’s hand, his so much bigger and warmer. Harry started to panic slightly,
wondering if Sirius’s talk with his parent’s portrait was the reason they were both looking worried.
Harry gathered his tail up with his other hand, anxiously gripping it to his chest.

“Pup, me and Moony have a question to ask you,” Sirius said, looking over Harry at his mate for
reassurance. Sirius looked back down at Harry, seeing the worry his pup was showing. Sirius was
quick to reassure him that there was nothing to worry about. “We would just like to offer you
these,” Sirius was slightly panicked at the look on Harry’s face. He pulled out a black velvet box,
letting go of Harry’s hand so that he could hand the box over.

Harry took it gingerly, recognizing the box for what it was and started tearing up as he opened it.
Inside sat a charm with the Black Crest on it, a black diamond hanging from the gold charm that
had a star and dagger surrounded by the family motto. Harry brought the box to his chest, his tail
curling around his Godfather’s hand unconsciously. A single tear rolled its way down Harry’s
cheek before he shook himself back to reality, beaming up at Padfoot as he held both the box and
wrist with his bracelet out, silently asking Sirius to add the charm.

He did, rubbing his thumb against the delicate skin of the inside of Harry’s wrist in small circles.
Finally, Sirius pulled Harry into a hug, pressing their foreheads together. “Even without this, you
have been and always will be my son.”

Harry buried his face into Sirius’ neck, the scent of dog fur, smoke, and cologne filling his nose.
Remus was soon joining in on their hug, surrounding Harry in their warmth.

Sirius pulled away, kissing Harry’s forehead before gently turning him towards Remus, who was
holding out another black box. Inside was another golden charm, this one had a wolf with a sword
held in its teeth. Remus informed him the gem was a moonstone and Harry was soon launching
himself at Moony for more hugs. “I have always considered you my cub as well. Your father and
Sirius fainted when you were born, so I was the first one, other than Lily, to hold you. Ever since
then you have been the center of my world and I am sorry I wasn’t able to be there in your time of
need.”

“Remy, it’s not your fault,” Harry whispered into the other man’s ear, David having informed him
about the curses Dumbledore put on both Sirius and Remus. When Harry could feel the man
shaking in his hold, the teen started rubbing circles into Moony’s back. He could practically feel
the guilt radiating from the older man and Harry wished he knew how to soothe it, the best he
could do was just hold onto him.

Soon Remus was carrying him to his room, Neville already in bed and in his pj’s. Remus sat him
down, he and Sirius kissing his forehead and giving him one last hug before leaving. Harry basked
in their care, fingers dancing over his two new charms, the black diamond and moonstone looking
beautiful next to each other.

“Harry?” Neville questioned after Harry must have drifted off into his thoughts.

Harry looked over, tail reaching out in Neville’s direction unconsciously. “Yes?” He asked,
wondering what the other boy wanted.

“Are you okay?” Neville asked, looking concerned.

Harry was quick to tell his mate about what happened, a small loving smile gracing his face.
Neville was honest in his happiness for him, asking to see the new charms. They chatted for a few
minutes before Harry remembered the two things he wanted to do. Harry jumped off the bed,
rushed over to where his school trunk was by his desk which as of now was empty.

Harry started sifting through his belongings, panic growing as he couldn’t find what he was
looking for. Finally, he sat back on his heels, eyes wide with horror. His photo album and cloak
were missing.

Neville sensed his unease, rushing over to see what was wrong. Harry looked up in tears, “My
cloak and album are missing.” His bottom lip started wobbling, ears laying flat. Neville called out
for Tiptop, asking her to bring Bartok to their room.

His Papa came running into the room, looking around to see what caused the distress coming from
his son. When he didn’t see anything obvious he knelt down in front of Harry, holding the boy’s
chin in his much bigger hand. Bartok asked what was wrong, and when Harry told him, the first
thing he asked was where they had last been. Harry was quick to tell him about the secret space
under the floorboards in his old room at the Dursleys’.

Bartok seemed to sigh in relief, “Ah, we didn’t know you had hidden some of your belongings.
Just get ready for bed and I will go and retrieve them and be back soon okay?” Harry nodded,
relaxing now that he knew his Papa would take care of everything.

Bartok disapparated directly from Harry’s room. Neville wiped away Harry’s tears and helped him
to his feet, guiding him to the bathroom so that he could take a shower. Harry went into the
bathroom and brushed his teeth while Neville went and retrieved a pair of pajamas for Harry. He
was soon showering, letting the warm water ease his tense muscles. His rosemary and mint-scented
shampoo calmed his mind. His Papa always took care of everything.

Harry made sure to get his tail nice and clean since it was his body part that touched the most
things. When Harry finally got out of the shower, he toweled off and used the spell David had
taught him to blow dry his tail, causing the fur to be puffed up and wild when done. He then
smoothed it down with oil that Issy had got him just for that reason.

By the time Harry was finished and in his pj’s, his cloak and photo album were on the bed right
next to the journal Fred and George gifted to him. Harry didn’t notice Bartok standing in the
doorway as he reached out to caress the cloak. As he touched the fabric a pair of pale silver hands,
made up entirely of bone, appeared out of nowhere, lifting the cloak in its grasp. The hands then
slowly wrapped the almost liquid-like fabric around Harry’s shoulders, the young boy staring at
something no one else could see, gaze intense and eyes glowing.

The hands disappeared as the cloak melted into Harry’s skin and slithered its way down his arm
where it joined the black line and formed a triangle split by the line that represented the Elder
Wand. Harry blinked rapidly, coming out of a daze while Neville rushed to his side and tried to
figure out what was wrong. Bartok was quick to explain what had just happened, and while not
completely placated, Neville did relax.

Harry came back to himself and noticed the same feeling he had when he had first touched the
Elder Wand. David had taken the time after that incident to do some research and came back to
Harry with his findings. They had joked about Harry’s cloak being the invisibility cloak. Turns out
their joke had hit the mark. Harry brought his wrist up to eye-level fingers tracing over the stark
black lines. He wondered where the cloak was, when it popped unexpectedly into his hand,
showing up out of thin air. Harry thought about it going back into his skin and it disappeared
again.

Harry played around a few times with making both the cloak and wand appear, disappear and
reappear before allowing them to settle back into his skin. When he finally looked up Neville was
watching him with a bit of wariness as well as an amused smile on his face. Bartok had left after he
made sure his son was okay.

Neville pulled Harry towards the bed, settling them both against the mountain of pillows he had
been resting upon earlier while he read a book on herbology. Harry grabbed the journal and the
pen that was next to Neville’s book. “Why don’t we test this journal out? I am sure the twins are
anxious to talk to you,” Neville commented excitedly. Neville was always amazed at just how
inventive his two friends could be and was always excited to test their new products.

Harry opened the journal, caressing the leather once more while he looked at the first page. There
in a familiar hurried scrawl of the twins were instructions on how to use the journal. To key it to a
person, all they had to do was press their hand to the front cover while pushing a little magic in and
stating their first name. Harry went first, the journal pulsing once before settling back down, then
Neville did the same.

They opened it back up, on the second page there was a mishmash of purple and burnt orange text,
questions of how Harry was and what was happening, and repeated apologies for what their once
family had done. Harry picked up the pen and started writing. Even though he knew the ink in the
pen he was using was black for some reason it showed up green. But he thought it might have
something to do with being able to make it easier to tell Fred and George’s writing apart.

They didn’t have to wait long for the twins to reply.

They were relieved that Harry was doing fine and that Neville was there with him. They asked all
about what had happened, and were relieved that Harry was now in a safe home, and that while
they didn’t know Harry’s new parents they seemed like good people. They were also happy that
Sirius and Remus were there to make sure he was okay.

Harry then asked about what had happened when they found out about what Molly, Ginny, and
Ron were planning. Fred and George’s side of the conversation went silent for a few moments
before they started explaining. Their anger showed in their writing. Deep gouging slanted slashes.

Neville took over the writing, making sure they knew who was talking and helped calm them
down. Made sure they knew that no one blamed them and that everything would be okay.

Harry then changed the subject and told them about how excited he was to go to the World Cup
with them. They kept talking for about an hour before Harry started nodding off, Neville taking
over the writing to fill in the twins a bit more before they were all going to sleep. Harry now curled
into Neville’s chest, one leg thrown over Neville’s hips, making the boy sigh in fond exasperation.
He ran his hands through Harry’s soft hair as he tried to keep his thoughts as pure as possible.

Draco let out a frustrated sigh as he flopped down onto his bed, soft silver silk sheets too much for
his oversensitized skin. He had just had dinner with Severus since his Mother and Father were out
for their weekly date night.

The older man hadn’t bothered with his glamours since he arrived at the manor. While Draco had
always thought him handsome since he came swirling into the common room on their first night in
the castle, now he was unbelievably sexy. Draco had to fist a knee throughout dinner in an attempt
to keep his hands to himself. He had been tempted to launch himself over the table and taste those
wine-stained lips.

Temptation.

Draco looked down at the hard-line in his black slacks, running his hands through his hair in
frustration. Ever since he saw Potter at the Will Reading there had been an unending itch under his
skin.

Draco had known since the first time he met Harry in Madam Malkins that this boy would be his
mate. He had tried to play it cool, worried when he found out that the then-unknown boy wasn’t
from a wizarding family, not because he was completely prejudiced but because he was worried
about how the boy would look at him once he found out he was a creature.

Draco had heard horror stories of muggle-borns rejecting their Veela mates because they were
afraid. But Draco had still tried to hold out hope. That was until he saw him sitting, laughing
happily with that blood traitor Weasley and any dreams of happiness flew out the window.

But when Draco saw Harry during the Will Reading, surrounded by known creatures and having
gone through his own transformation, that long snuffed out hope had been rekindled. How healthy
and happy Harry looked made Draco’s heart soar.

The cherry on top was the mistrustful way Harry had eyed Dumbledore when he came in.

Ever since, Draco hadn’t been able to keep his mind off of Harry, how his new clothes hugged his
form, how his white and gold fur made his skin and eyes glow all the more. The way his once
chapped lips were now looking as soft as silk and his once gaunt cheeks were now filling out,
dimples all the more evident.

Then he had seen Severus in his Draken form, furious and beautiful, and so full of sorrow. Draco
had ached to reach out, to protect and to hide him away. But now, here the man was in his house,
looking at him for the first time and every second of those intense eyes on him made him long for
more. For touch and taste.

Draco sat up, body coiled tightly, muscles tense and knees shaky as he made his way over to the
fireplace in his bedroom. Throwing the floo powder into the flames, calling out for Blaise’s
bedroom. When his friend saw the look in his eyes he told Draco to go get undressed, while he
came through.

Draco hurriedly stripped out of his clothes, letting them fall where they may and by the time Blaise
was standing in front of him, Draco was spread out and naked across his bed, waiting impatiently
for his friend’s touch, his cock standing proud, skin almost purple with need. A blush was
spreading from high on his cheeks all the way down to his thighs, which were parted in invitation.

Blaise just took a minute to leisurely look over Draco’s spread-out body, taking his time undoing
each button of his shirt before it finally fell from his broad shoulders. “So what’s got you so
worked up tonight?” He asked, voice as smooth and dark as autumn honey.

Draco groaned, belly fluttering at the sight of his friend, Blaise’s every muscle defined and his skin
like warm chocolate in the flickering candlelight. “Severus, he’s just so damn handsome. I can’t
stand it, I want to rip my eyes out.” Draco moaned in frustration. Lately, everything had just been
too much for him and Blaise had been away on holiday in Italy, so he had no one who could help
him.

Ever since they first met Blaise and Draco had got on like a house on fire. As both were creatures
of a sexual nature they had found solace in each other. All their firsts had been together and they
had learned how to please both themselves and others.

Through tentative first kisses into sloppy seconds. From fumbling groping to hip rolling humping,
coming in their pants, both embarrassed. Uncoordinated handjobs and gagging first blow jobs.
They had done everything, Draco was the one who helped Blaise discover his kink for
overstimulating his partners and Blaise was the reason Draco developed a healthy appreciation for
having a large cock up his ass or filling his mouth.

At the time, when they had started, Draco didn’t think he would ever have a chance to be with
Harry and, while his creature side would forever long for his mate, his more practical side wasn’t
going to sit around pining after a boy that would never be his. But now… but now…

So with a man he had always admired from afar now living in his house, his mind was making up
all kinds of crazy plans about how his life might change, how he would sweep Harry off his feet
and make him fall madly in love. That didn’t mean he would give up his relationship with Blaise.
They were best friends, but, more than that, they were lovers. It had been friends with benefits at
first but now it was more than that. They had shared everything and Draco couldn’t imagine being
separated from him. While he wanted to be with Harry, Blaise already had his heart.

They had talked about it when it became obvious it wasn’t just sex anymore and they had decided
they couldn’t imagine a life without each other in it, they shared everything and knew all of each
other’s darkest secrets.

So Draco and Blaise had made a pact. Where one went the other would follow. Any possibility of
someone else entering their relationship would have to be an equal partnership. They didn’t want
jealousy to tear them apart.

So while Draco did yearn for Harry’s attention, if Harry couldn’t accept Blaise then he would give
up on being with his destined mate. All he could do now was try. He wasn’t sure if Harry, having
been raised as a muggle (according to rumor), would be understanding of the idea of being with
more than one person.

Blaise crawled up on the bed now naked and cock bobbing with every move. “What are you
thinking of?” He questioned, studying Draco’s face as he settled between Draco’s thighs. Their
skin was so very different in tone and that difference made the other all the more beautiful.

“Harry,” Draco replied, and that one word was all that needed to be said. Blaise leaned down and
captured Draco’s lips, their kiss tender with the ease that only comes with being with a person for a
long time. Their bodies slowly embracing, warmth shared and erections coming to rest together,
both slick with precome. Blaise cupped Draco’s sharp jaw within his much larger hands, while
Draco’s went down to his best friend's ass. That perfectly round yet muscled ass.

Draco had spent many an hour throughout their friendship admiring that bottom and he knew
Blaise did the same, on many occasions spending hours on end licking into that tight ring of
muscle until Draco was a crying, sputtering mess. Until all he could remember was the words,
fuck, please , and more . Blaise had joked more than once about worshiping at the shrine of
Draco’s body like any proper disciple should.

They were unhurried in their touches, Draco whimpering in hopes of getting Blaise to speed up, his
body aching with need, but all his partner did was smirk into their languid kisses.

Then it started…

That slow building vibration of Blaise’s dick against his own. When his friend had fully come into
his powers as an incubus, Draco had gone around in a sex-fueled haze for weeks. Draco believed if
it was common knowledge that Incubi could make their penis’ vibrate at will there would be no
more hate in the world. Everyone would be too doped up on oxytocin and dopamine to be anything
but pleasant.

Blaise lifted him up enough to get a precome slick hand under his butt, fingers circling his center
with practiced ease, the hesitation of new lovers completely absent. Draco couldn’t help but moan
for more, fingers digging into skin. The excess amount of Blaise’s natural lubricant dripped down
Draco’s tight balls to where Blaise’s fingers were starting the slow process of stretching him with
the steady care that Blaise showed to everything he did. Long fingers playing him like a beloved
instrument, each finger added slowly, so the burn of stretching was drawn out. Slick making the
knuckles slide in with ease and on each withdrawal Blaise lovingly circled his rim like he was
trying to soothe a nonexistent ache. It took no time at all for Blaise to be fully settled within him,
stretched and full and so perfectly surrounded by Blaise that all he could feel was protected and
 loved.

The gentle yet steady vibration against Draco’s prostate made his thighs quiver around Blaise’s
sides, knees so weak he doubted he would be able to walk for weeks. Each of Blaise’s thrusts was
measured to give the maximum amount of pleasure. Draco was soon shaking apart, Blaise’s name
falling from his lips like a prayer. Blaise continued his pace throughout the whole thing. When
Draco started to come down, mouth wide open and body going lax, suddenly he was squealing.

Blaise’s cock vibrating so hard that Draco thought he would go numb with it, his thrusts fast and
hard, and Blaise using his power to pull a second and third ragged orgasm from Draco, his every
nerve alight and his mind so filled with pleasure that there was nothing but the feeling of a cock in
his ass. He felt nothing beyond that. Didn’t notice his nails digging into Blaise’s back so hard that
he drew blood. Draco didn’t notice his eyes nearly rolling back into his head or the popping of his
jaw as it was forced open with ragged moans further than what was normal. When his mind finally
came back to him, drool rolling down his chin, throat raw from screaming, Blaise was there as he
always was. Hands gently caressing Draco’s chest, a glass of cool water ready for him. Blaise was
always like this, so caring after sex, holding Draco through the night after he wrecked Draco’s
world so thoroughly.

Draco allowed himself to melt into Blaise’s hold, allowing himself to drift, confident in his best
friend’s ability to keep him safe while he was so weak. They had discussed sudden unexpected
forced orgasms and at first, Draco hadn’t been sure about it, but when Blaise showed him how he
could make someone come with only a focused touch, Draco not believing him at the time and still
wearing his nice trousers, it had been magical. The humiliation of coming in his pants mixed with
the utter pleasure tingling through his body. The shine in Blaise’s eye, his husky words of just how
hot he found that, and how much more he wanted to wreck Draco until there was nothing left for
him to give.

They loved it, how Blaise’s biggest turn-on was seeing the way Draco’s mouth would fall open,
his eyes glazing and his body unconsciously holding on all the tighter. While Draco loved seeing
just how pleased Blaise was with himself after every coupling, how he would strut and puff up for
Draco like one of the Malfoy prized albino peacocks.

He loved how much Blaise loved giving him pleasure, how he pushed him over the edge with
almost no warning, catching him off guard often, stripping away any masks the outside world saw.

Until it was just them, no pretenses and only their shared nakedness, both physically and
emotionally.

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THE DAILY PROPHET: Senile Old Man or Wicked Wizard?! Dumbledore was charged
with theft from Potter Vaults!

Dear readers, you read that headline correctly! Me, Myself, and I were just as shocked as you
undoubtedly are, but this startling news was confirmed by the Goblins of Gringotts and the
Ministry of Magic themselves. Dear readers, I swear on my magic that I double and triple-checked
my findings to make sure my ears weren’t deceiving me. But I was roughly reminded that Goblin’s
don’t lie when it comes to matters of gold.

Apparently, the venerable Headmaster, Supreme Mugwump, and Chief Warlock of the
Wizengamot has been stealing from our Saviour, poor young Harry Potter, for years! I know it’s
hard to believe but during my visit to Gringotts, the Goblins confirmed this and also informed me
that Albus Dumbledore is currently banned from all Gringotts locations until he has paid back, in
full, his debt to the orphaned Mr. Potter. As well as return all the family heirlooms he took out
from the Potter vaults.

With such reputation-shattering information, this reporter can’t help but wonder, what else
Dumbledore has done? If he was willing to steal from the Boy-Who-Lived, a child who gave up
everything for our safety, who else would he have been willing to take from? With his access to our
community’s children, are any of our families’ legacies safe?

I take no pleasure in saying I told you so, but I have been wary of the man for years and have been
pointing out Mr. Dumbledore’s questionable dealings. Mindful readers will remember my worried
reports of students being petrified one year ago, and how as the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus
Dumbledore refused entry to both Aurors and concerned parents alike. Many of you didn’t believe
me, and I understand your hesitance in this situation, but we now finally have proof. With the
cracks starting to show through the cookey old man facade, people are now willing to come forth
with new information where they were previously unwilling to, due to the fear they wouldn’t be
believed. Personally, I don’t blame them for their hesitance.

This reporter was contacted by a third party who wishes to remain anonymous. They came to me
with previously unknown information about Mr. Dumbldore. When I questioned them about why
they didn’t come forward sooner, I was swiftly reminded of all the positions Albus Dumbledore
holds, one of which is Chief Warlock. A position that both helps write and enforce laws. That
means, if he wished, Albus Dumbledore is in a position to send anyone who goes against him to jail
and there is very little anyone could do to stop him.

With all the other positions he holds, it would be hard for anyone to come forth with any
information that might be negative or incriminating and not be summarily dismissed, let alone run
the risk of losing their freedom. After all, if Dumbledore is willing to steal both money and artifacts
from a young orphan boy who took down the Greatest Dark Lord of all time, why wouldn’t he be
willing to throw someone in jail to keep his power and secrets safe?

This close friend of Dumbledore’s told me a story almost so unbelievable I dismissed them without
a second thought, but that was when I realized why someone might not be willing to come forth at
all. So I sat back down and gave them my full attention. What I was told was that the battle
between Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindlewald went much differently than what we were all
led to believe. After all, Albus and Gellert were the only two witnesses to the supposedly epic
duel. Should we trust anything someone willing to steal from orphans might say?

All this reporter can say is that while the crimes we know of, so far at least, are heinous, Mr.
Dumbledore will not be put on trial at this point in time. Because of this, I urge everyone to be
careful around the Headmaster as he prowls the streets. Also, go visit Gringotts to make sure your
family hasn't been victimized.

Lastly, I was able to conduct a short interview with Minister Fudge, who graciously gave me the
time to talk during his very busy schedule of sorting through the mess that Dumbledore has made.
The Minister seems to be doing everything he can to right Mr. Dumbledore’s wrongs. With nearly
sixty years in power, there is a lot to sort through.

“I am truly disgusted and saddened to discover this long-running deception. It is a huge shift in
perspective for not only me personally but for all of us. I am currently looking for ways to strip Mr.
Dumbledore from his multiple positions of power, but so far the “Light” political party isn’t willing
to even look over the information I tried to provide. For now, all I can do is continue the
investigation and try to clean up the mess Dumbledore has made of the laws, which now block me
from removing him as Chief Warlock.”

Dear readers, the Minister looked truly distressed by everything that is going on and seems to be
trying to do his best. While the Minister and I haven’t seen eye to eye on everything, I think in this
case we must all join forces to ensure the safety of both our children and our world. Because if we
can’t come together now, we will never be able to.

If anything new comes to light you can be assured that Me, Myself, and I will be on the case. Stay
tuned readers.

-Rita Skeeter

THE QUIBBLER: Albus Dumbledore, a Puppet Master Who is Endangering Us All

I know this isn’t our usual subject matter here at The Quibbler, but I ask that you all read over this
article carefully and take what I have to say with an open mind as you always do.

It has come to light late last night that Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Supreme
Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is currently being charged with theft,
by the Goblin Nation, on behalf of newly acknowledged Lord Hadrian James Potter, of both money
and artifacts. Mr. Dumbledore is also currently under investigation by the Auror offices in both
Britain and Terradore.

When I spoke to the Terradore Aurors they confirmed that the investigation is currently ongoing,
which means they couldn’t provide me with any information beyond that. Knowing this, there is a
great deal more to this story than what has already been revealed, and the fact that Aurors are
involved points to more sinister actions committed by Albus Dumbledore.

While the theft from the Potter vaults is undeniably horrible, there are more important things we all
need to worry about. One of which is that, as Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore acts as
in-loco-parentis for all 312 students. If the student is an orphan, like many are after the war, he is
automatically appointed Magical Guardian, he is also the only acknowledged guardian for all
muggle-borns. This is because the current laws on the books at the Ministry of Magic do not
consider muggles as people with rights, even to their own children.

This means that Dumbledore is in control, in some form, of all the children who attend Hogwarts,
and is in complete control of over half of the current students. This includes vaults and any
potential seats within the Wizengamot. This is especially concerning for muggle-born students
descended from pureblood squibs cast out from our world. These muggle-borns have claims to
previously thought to be extinct lines, which they potentially wouldn’t have knowledge of since
Dumbledore would control any such seats. Dumbledore would continue to hold control of these
seats as long as the individual remained ignorant, far beyond the student's graduation, and his
responsibility as Headmaster.

Many have questioned throughout Mr. Dumbledore’s tenure as Headmaster how the “Light Side”
of the Wizengamot have won every vote when they only make up a minority of the sitting Lords
and Ladies. We may now have an answer.

I did some digging into the families who have been voting in line with the Dumbledore party, and
many of the names I have found came from families who have supposedly gone extinct or have
“lost” their lordship.

Another note to take into consideration is that the policies that made the stripping of Lordships a
possibility only came into effect after Dumbledore was given his Order of Merlin first class and
given a seat on the Wizengamot. A notable family that lost their Lordship was the Weasley’s,
which before then had always been one of the politically strongest noble families, and were almost
exclusively what we now consider “Grey”. This is strange since at the time it was said that the
Lordship was lost because of Ignatius Weasley’s habit of gambling, but what is strange is that this
habit was never noted before a trial that blindsided the Weasley Lord.

Furthermore, the member to propose the stripping of Lordships was Lord Dedalus Diggle, a known
close friend of Mr. Dumbledore. Dumbledore was the first to second the motion. It was also Lord
Diggle to suggest bestowing a Lordship to the Dumbledore family, something that had never been
done before. The original Lordships were bestowed by Arthur Pendragon and Merlin Emrys. But
now, a fourth of the current sitting Lords were given Lordships within the past forty years.

Lord Diggle even now holds a proxy for the Dumbledore seat since Mr. Dumbledore can not vote
as the sitting Chief Warlock.

Dumbledore has also made many hotly debated changes to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry curriculum. One of which was the canceling of the muggle-born Introduction to the
Wizarding World class. A class that started the school year by having Gringotts provide an
inheritance test to each muggle-born student entering our world. Readers over 78 will remember
that the British Wizarding economy was much stronger before the rise of Grindelwald. We have
blamed him for the downfall for years, but this is incorrect, while Grindelwald did affect
International trade he was based in America and mainland Europe and had little to no effect on the
British economy. What did have an effect, was the loss of muggle-borns reopening long-closed
vaults once the introductory class was cut. The reopening of those vaults brought new money into
circulation, and with its loss, our economy started falling.

You also might be unaware but there were laws made against first-generation witches and wizards
opening stores in wizarding areas in Britain. The rationalization at the time was that they might not
produce magical children, so until their breeding proved true, there was no point in allowing them
to use space old Wizarding families could be using. This is also part of why so many muggle-borns
went back into the muggle world, taking their money and innovations with them.

We are the ones driving our muggle-borns back into the muggle world, something that I have heard
many complain about. Beyond that, when we drive them away they are more likely to marry
muggles and have muggle children. If we didn’t drive them from our communities they wouldn’t
be a risk like so many claim.

But the real risk to the Statute of Secrecy is us, the purebloods, 90% of the calls for Obliviators are
for purebloods who ventured into muggle areas and, knowing nothing of the current muggle
culture, how to act or dress, reveal themselves. The last 10% are muggle-born and half-blood
children having bouts of accidental magic, children who we once went to when they were born to
explain to their parents what was happening. This practice too was done away with after Albus
Dumbledore came into power.

In my opinion, the worst part was that the Department of Underage Magicals Protection
(D.U.M.P.), whose responsibility it was to go to muggle borns' homes to explain to their parents
that their children were magical, was disbanded. The D.U.M.P.’s most important responsibility was
to make sure magical children were not being abused and to support and relocate them when
necessary. Abuse is something that is almost completely unheard of in the wizarding community,
but that is not true for muggles. Many muggle-born children are abused for their magic, for being
different, and are the ones who need the most protection. Since the disbandment of the D.U.M.P.
both the rate of muggle-born death and breaks in the Statute of Secrecy has risen.

Dumbledore was a strong proponent for the dissolution of the D.U.M.P. Surely he knew how
important the protection of children is, especially with his stated ambition to be Headmaster.

But who knows, maybe he was unaware of what he was backing at the time.

In my quest to learn more about Albus Dumbledore I approached Aberforth, Albus’ brother, who is
the owner of The Hog’s Head Inn in Hogsmeade, who happened to be planning a trip out of the
country at the time, to question him about his brother. When I asked him about Albus, Aberforth
was all too willing to share with me stories about his elder brother.

According to Aberforth, growing up his brother was cold, both to him and their younger sister, the
late Ariana Dumbledore. It was the summer after Albus graduated when he met a youth who was
visiting his aunt, Bathilda Bagshot (Historian), that he showed no emotion. This youth was Gellert
Grindelwald. When I first heard this I was unsure if Aberforth was recalling the memory correctly,
I went to Madam Bagshot who, while a recluse in recent years, was willing to share the story of her
nephew with me. Below is a photo of the young Albus and Gellert sharing a picnic lunch on
Valentine’s Day.

Aberforth told me of a time when he accidentally overheard the two speaking of plans to subjugate
muggles “For the Greater Good.” That he also heard jokes about playing the world like chess,
Gellert the Black King and Dumbledore the White, so that they could take down each other’s
enemies. At the time he thought it was only a joke, it wasn’t until Gellert started his plans for
domination that Aberforth realized the truth.

Readers will notice that “For the Greater Good,” is a line Albus Dumbledore still uses often, it was
also the line Grindlewald used to end every missive. At the time many thought it was a way of
taking Grindlewald’s phrase and twisting it to mean something positive, however, we could all be
wrong.

However, what I believe to be the most sinister story Aberforth told me was that of the death of
their sister. Ariana had been attacked by a group of teenage muggle boys when she was eleven,
their Father, enraged by his daughter being attacked, went out and retaliated. He was placed in
Azkaban afterward, where he died years later.

Aberforth was at school at the time of the attack and didn’t see his sister again until school ended
for the year. He said she was never the same, the once vibrant girl was now sullen. Her magic
would lash out and attack both herself and others.

While Aberforth was helping their sickly Mother take care of Ariana, Albus was with Gellert.
Unfortunately, Ariana’s untreated condition led to a magical outburst that took their Mother,
Kendra Dumbledore nee Rosier’s life.

After her death, Albus was the only adult. However, an argument between Albus, Aberforth, and
Gellert over what would happen when the school year began, Aberforth willing to leave school to
take care of Ariana, devolved into curses being fired. A killing curse was fired at Aberforth, but
Ariana jumped in the way of it. Aberforth wasn’t sure at the time which of the other two cast it and
felt too guilty for many years to go over the memory in a Pensieve. Recently gaining the courage,
he found that it was his own brother who cast the fateful curse, and that Gellert had just cast a
Petrificus Totalus .

Knowing one of them cast the illegal curse and being suspicious of their friendship, Aberforth
knew he needed to tell someone. But before he could do anything, his brother, well respected from
being head boy as well as his unprecedented NEWT results, had spread the rumors that he had
been driven insane by the loss of their sister and that he had been caught copulating with the family
goat. Due to these vicious rumors, Aberforth has been shunned by the magical community and had
to watch his brother rise to power. He told me that he was most worried, however, for the children
at Hogwarts.

With all this in mind, and with the knowledge that Mr. Dumbledore has no remorse for even his
own brother and sister nor a small infant hero, the Lovegood family will be moving to Terradore
and I will be switching schools to the Ouroboros Institute of Magic.

I urge everyone with children going to Hogwarts who read this to consider changing schools.
Ouroboros accepts new students at any time of the year.

May Lady Magic watch over you all.

-Luna Pandora Lovegood

THE TERRADORE CHRONICLE: Anti-Creature rights leader, Albus Dumbledore

charged
 This morning notice was sent to The Terradore Chronicle from Gringotts Bank that Albus
Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, Supreme Mugwump of Britain, and Chief Warlock of The
International Confederation of Wizards, has committed Grand Larceny in the First Degree from the
Potter family, for those who are unaware to count as Grand Larceny in the First Degree one must
steal over 40,000 Galleons or property valued as such, Albus Dumbledore easily met this with the
near emptying of the Potter family vault, a vault that has been active for over 5,000 years.

While the theft itself does not call into question Mr. Dumbledore’s legislation, it does call into
question his judgment, and whether anything he says or does is to be trusted. I hope with these
revelations the Wizengamot and British populace will review the changes this man has made to
their body of laws. As well as at least be removed from his position of Headmaster where he is in
contact with children.

I have grown increasingly concerned with the health and safety of our brethren on Earth, and on
many occasions urged everyone that can, to move to safer areas.

At the end of this article is an address you can owl to a realtor agency that has dedicated
themselves to moving Creature families to safer areas. They are in charge of a Fund for Urgent
Creature Relocation to help those without the financial ability to make such a move.

While I have spoken with the Terradore Auror’s office about this case, at this time they are unable
to answer any questions. For now, all we can do is watch and wait.

-Morgan Bao Truong

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I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. While it's not much on the plot it has a bunch of
world-building and background information.

This chapter was meant to be much longer but since I needed to rewrite the whole
thing and that was taking much longer than the initial writing for it (which only took
me like 3 days) I decided to split it here so you didn't have to wait any longer.
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Godric had purposely kept Salazar within Gryffindor Manor for the last two weeks. So much
changed since the man was last awake that Godric knew if he just threw his mate out into this
strange world with no prior preparation he would have an absolute breakdown.

It was true that Godric's own knowledge over the last 104 years was spotty, but everything before
then he knew well. The time he spent away from Hogwarts, Godric used to learn everything he
could. He knew that when Sal finally woke up, he would want to know everything. It would take
someone who had seen all the advancement since Salazar went to sleep to know what to tell him.
After all, it would be easy for someone to overlook life-altering progress just because they had
lived with it forever. Something as simple as the Floo Network would blow his mate’s mind but to
someone who grew up in this time would never think to mention it.

So, for now, Godric was slowly easing Salazar into the new world he would soon find himself in.
He bought Sal sets of muggle and magical encyclopedias that covered a hundred years of history
and developments. Salazar had always possessed the same thirst for knowledge that Rowena did,
though his want wasn’t just for knowledge for knowledge’s sake, so he was making his way
through the books quickly.

The only subject Godric didn't hold the man back in was Potions, the man would have hexed him
and fled the house if he had tried. So Godric had gone to more than one bookstore and had
basically bought out their Potion's sections.

When Godric presented him with the renovated potions lab with a connected library that Godric
had made just for him, Salazar had squealed. His smile was wide and cheeks bright before
knocking him down and ripping his robes open to take him down his throat in one swift
movement. Buttons flying everywhere and Godric dizzy with the sudden change in altitude.

Suddenly there was an all-encompassing wet heat, long fingers digging into his hips leaving what
would form into finger-shaped bruises. Blue eyes rolling back and toes curling. An orgasm ripped
its way through Godric. The only thing that was visible was the dark hair curtaining Salazar’s
face, plush lips stretched wide over his cock, and green eyes being covered by fluttering black
lashes.

Salazar was then bouncing up and away as if nothing had happened. As if Godric’s cum wasn’t
smeared across his lips, merely licking it away with Godric still laying on the floor, sweaty,
panting, and with white spots filling his vision. Salazar had pranced around both the lab and the
library, giggling away at everything he found like a child given a new broom.
After that, Godric hadn't been able to move him from the rooms, even for sleep. Instead, the man
would slump over a workbench, drooling onto the wooden tops. He always had a book in hand or
at his side. Godric just enjoyed his company and his babbling rants about all the new
advancements.

Finally, five days later, Godric was able to pull him aside to start helping him learn more about
what the world now had to offer.

Salazar had sat and given Godric his full attention, gaze piercing. But now it was time to tell him
about the most significant change that affected him, which was the shift in creature clans.

Godric wasn't sure how Salazar would take the idea of sharing Godric with more people. He had
already had problems with the idea of Godric having another mate, and that was the only reason
Godric had yet to tell him about Harry. But he couldn't put it off any longer.

So Godric told him about the Purge, something he hadn't wanted his mate to learn from a book.
The tale brought tears to Salazar's eyes, always so empathetic to others' struggles and tragedies.

But to Godric's surprise, when he finally got to the bit about how mates and bonds had changed,
Salazar had just smiled a little sadly before saying that he understood and agreed with the change.
Since it was now what was best for all of them, even if he was a little sad at having to share Godric
with more people.

Godric was quick to point out that just because his mate was bonding with more people that didn't
mean he would be romantically involved with the others.

Salazar just smiled again, and wistfully stated that Godric's heart was too big for his own good. Of
course, with hundreds of years together they would both eventually fall in love with the other clan
members. But that they would always love each other was enough for Salazar.

Godric had rushed over and hugged the other man, needing to reassure them both that nothing
would ever tear them apart.

That was when Sal asked to know more about Godric's mate. At first, Godric was hesitant in what
he said, but the more he went on, the easier it was to talk about Harry. Salazar didn't seem bitter as
he asked more questions. His curiosity was real and the more he found out, the more Sal seemed to
like Harry, at the end when he said he would really like to meet him there was nothing but true
happiness in his words.

Godric was relieved as well as certain that once the two had some time to get to know each other,
they would get along easily. Godric just hoped he could find happiness with Harry, even if they
were never romantic or sexual. But Godric thought Harry would easily charm the pants off of
Salazar. Godric found he was less anxious about introducing Sal and Harry, in fact, he felt quite
excited to see them interact with each other. Sal, the man he had known for what felt like forever,
and Harry, the young sub he always felt drawn to, would hopefully hit it off quickly.

Neville was up early that morning, Harry still sleeping against his side with an arm and leg
wrapped over Neville's body. He wished he could just stay in the soft bed and enjoy his mate’s
comfort. But Anna and his Grandmother scheduled an appointment with his parents’ healers early
this morning to discuss their findings and what they planned to do to help them. Augusta had given
Neville the choice of whether to go or not, but he had quickly insisted he wanted to go with them.
Neville extracted himself from Harry's hold, his mate whining at the loss and gripping at the pillow
placed within his grasp, his tail coming to cover his face. Neville couldn't help the fond smile,
spending far too much time just staring down at Harry. The knock at the door was what finally
broke him out of his distraction.

He quickly got dressed and headed out of the room to find Anna leaning up against the wall, her
long red hair up in a twist and her clothes more professional than he had seen so far.

"Good morning, Neville, did you sleep well? How is Harry? Bartok told me what happened last
night when he retrieved the cloak." Anna asked, leading the way towards the dining room where
his Gran was the only one sitting down, sipping her tea.

"Harry slept like a log," He chuckled, the way Harry had conked out and then hadn't even moved
an inch all night was endearing. "Unfortunately I didn't sleep as well. Seeing what happened when
he touched the cloak was very unsettling for me."

Augusta looked up, curiosity clear across her face. "What happened last night?"

"Sorry Augusta, you were already asleep when it happened, and we didn't think it was worth
waking you." Anna blushed a little at Augusta's hard look, her features clearly saying that they
should have woken her.

Neville was quick to explain the whole situation, Anna filling in the information she had about
what happened when Harry touched the wand and what David had found out from his research.

While his Grandmother at first looked very worried, the more she heard, the more pleased she
looked. Neville wasn't quite sure why but he had learned to trust his Gran in such things. She was
raised to find advantages that others missed. While Neville knew she could easily destroy anyone,
he also knew she would never do anything to hurt him. Because of that, she would use the
advantages she saw to help Harry.

After they were finished eating, Lyle joined them at the table just before they left to make their
way into the floo room, Anna instructed them on the address, and they were off.

The entrance room was just as pretty as the rest of the clinic Neville had seen, a nurse waiting on
their arrival to direct them to the head healer's office. It was welcoming with many pictures of
family covering the walls. Artwork children had drawn her in a place of pride right behind her,
along with her mastery certificates.

Neville was put at ease with how comfortable the room was, the chairs looked soft and welcoming,
unlike the stiff ones he had come to hate at St. Mungos. Head Healer Lorraine was behind her
cherrywood desk, two files to her side and a tea service in front of her.

They all sat, Neville, looking over to his Gran whose mouth was in a tight line. Doctors had never
given them any positive news when it came to his parents, but Healer Lorraine looked comfortable
and at ease.

"We have done all the preliminary exams to start on a robust course of action. At this point, we are
not sure we can ever completely restore their health, but we are confident we can make their
standard of living better. We will be looking for a potions master to help us work on finding a cure,
but I will not lie to you and promise more than we can give." Healer Lorraine stated. Anna had
pulled out a notebook and started taking notes since she knew the two Longbottoms might be too
emotional to take everything in.
"How will you improve their state of living?" Augusta inquired, obviously worried about what the
staff was thinking of doing.

Lorraine pulled out a piece of paper, handing a copy over to each of them after asking if Augusta
was okay with Anna knowing the treatment plan. "The first thing we will be doing is physical
therapy, helping them regain their muscle tone so that they can move around easily, paired with a
food program to help them gain their lost weight. We will then start healing the less delicate nerves
in their body. At this point, we don't want to go anywhere near their brain, as we don't want to risk
making it worse until we have a full understanding of their current brain function. We have a few
muggle-born members of staff who have studied and adapted EEG to work with magic, so we can
pinpoint damaged areas and make plans to heal what we can. But until then we will work on things
such as their hands, so they can regain their fine motor controls. This will allow them to participate
in activities around the clinic, so they don't sit around all day. The next thing we will do is judge
what they are still able to do, see if their creativity is still there, and if their muscle memory is
working by doing things such as tasks they had been doing for years, like brushing their teeth.

We also have a course of potions to help reduce any other effects of long-term hospitalization. The
biggest thing we noticed, other than the muscle degradation, was the change to their hair. At this
point, we believe that is due to extended periods of stress. Which is both a good and bad thing.
Them having the ability to be stressed means there are more brain activities than St. Mungos
indicated. On the flip side, there are very genuine downsides to long-term stress, one of them being
the weakening of the heart's muscles. As soon as we realized that we put them on a course of
potions to help lower their heart rates to give the heart a chance to heal. Once it is a tad better, we
will start using more aggressive potions to completely heal the heart."

Augusta's fist tightened around the fabric of her robe. To know that her children spent all these
years in a state of stress so bad it had weakened their hearts, made her furious at the healers of St.
Mungos for never realizing this. But at the same time, she wasn't mad at them, they had always
done their best, their best just hadn't been good enough.

Healer Lorraine continued, "I am unsure of how long it will take to get in contact with a potions
master both able and willing to help with this. They would need a level of skill most do not have
and an understanding of how the brain works and how that makes up who we are as a person. I
know a few people I can start contacting, like the Terradore Potion Master's Guild."

"Why are you willing to do all of this to help find a cure? My son and daughter-in-law are the only
ones I have ever heard of who have such a condition." Augusta probed, she was weary of why this
woman was so helpful, not that she wasn't grateful.

Healer Lorraine seemed to understand Augusta's hesitation to accept her treatment plan, so many
others had proposed treatments, promising results only for nothing to change. "You probably do
not know this, but your son saved my great-granddaughter during the last war in Britain. She was
only eight. As a Were-Horse family is the most important thing to me, the least I can do is make
sure I do everything I can to see him, if not healed, at least living the best life possible for him."

Augusta relaxed back into her chair. As a Black, people doing something out of the kindness of
their heart without any gain always confused her. Even Augusta doing things to help Harry
benefited her.

They continued to talk about what the plan was to help Frank and Alice heal, Neville listening to
everything carefully before he finally spoke up.

"You might want to try and contact Severus Snape, he recently quit his job at Hogwarts, and if I am
correct he is the youngest person to ever receive their Potion's Mastery on Earth." Neville very
carefully didn't look over at his Gran, she knew how the man had treated Neville and had often
tried to get Dumbledore to do something about it, but the man never had. But now that they knew
that Severus had never meant any of what he had done, Neville was unsure what his Grandmother
would think about Severus working on his parent's cure. But the Longbottom Heir would suggest it
anyway. The man was renowned for his Potions ability, and Neville would do anything in his
power to help his parents. So if that meant suggesting a man who had tormented him, against that
man's will, he would do it again and again.

Augusta said nothing, just reached over to grasp Neville's hand within her own.

With the news of Dumbledore's threats planned to be released to the public, Percival had been
appointed to be a bodyguard for Harry and the rest of the Claremores. They didn't want to risk
Dumbledore or any of his followers going after any of them in retaliation. They all doubted anyone
would be able to get into Garden Hill, both because it was well guarded and because no one knew
that is where the Claremores were currently living. Regardless, they all didn't want to take any
chances, and being family friends with the Claremores, Percival was the first to volunteer.

He was currently with Bartok and Lyle down in the ward stone chambers. It was a show of great
trust that the two had let him down into the room with no hesitation. He and Lyle were currently
working on checking and strengthening the existing wards with Lyle adding a few more on top.

Percival had even parted with one of the Graves family wards from their grimoire. Which was what
Lyle was currently working on, the man had jumped for joy and started ranting about how elegant
the rune set was.

Bartok and Percival had just laughed at the man and made their way upstairs, Lyle not even
seeming to notice their departure.

"We have you set up in the rooms across from Harry's so that if anything happens you are close at
hand. Though I would like to see anyone try to bypass Tiptop, she has set up a plethora of elven
wards down the hallway leading to Harry's room, we will have to tell her to allow you access."
Bartok looked amused as he guided Percival through the house, the portraits greeting them as they
passed.

Tiptop popped up the moment they got to the mouth of the corridor that led to Harry's quarters, cast
iron pan in hand. She relaxed as soon as she saw who it was, her warrior stance relaxing and pan
disappearing.

"Tiptop, Percival will be staying in the rooms across from Harry's to provide extra protection,"
Bartok informed the little House-Elf, who eyed Percival up and down before popping away.

Percival couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped his lips. His own House-Elf Winston was
much the same, and he thought the two would get along well.

Percival got unpacked, Bartok perched on the desk chair as they talked about how the case was
progressing. They had strategically planned to release the information of the theft before anything
else, so the public could have a chance to take the new information in, though they didn't want to
wait so long that Dumbledore had a chance to regain his reputation.

Percival would be staying at the Claremore household until Dumbledore was in custody. He would
be working from home and shadowing Harry if he was to leave the house. Though there wouldn’t
be much of that.

Severus' skin had been crawling all day, and he couldn't figure out why. Every brush of fabric
against his skin set him on edge, raising his hackles.

It wasn't until he undressed for the night that he realized what it was that had been setting him off.
His cloak fell from his shoulders, the pale skin underneath rising with goosebumps at the slide of
silk over skin.

It had been so long since he had last felt this that he hadn't even realized what it was.

Arousal.

Severus looked down at his trousers in surprise, his erection pressed tight up against the inseam. It
had been years since Severus had last seen the organ filled with blood, the sight of it was
surprising.

Just opening the buttons of his pants caused his thighs to quiver, his fingers barely touching the
area with two layers of cloth between skin-on-skin contact. It didn't matter though, even the
feather-light touch made him double over, a moan ripping its way through his throat.

It had been so long, so fucking long, eighteen years.

It had been so long that Severus was nervous about what would happen, his shaky hands pulling
down his pants and underwear. There it was. His penis.

Under the slavery spell, his body had only needed food and water, anything else was blocked out.
So while he saw his member every day, either while using the restroom, showering, or changing he
hadn't seen it like this since he was a teen, body still growing into itself. He couldn't even
remember exactly what it looked like then, but he was sure it had grown since then.

Severus sat back on the bed in the guest room that he had been given by Lucius, the bedspread of
the finest Egyptian cotton that caressed his skin. The soft fabric tickled his balls, making him
squirm at the new feeling.

While he was nervous, Severus knew he wouldn't be able to ignore his body forever, the feelings
of sexual frustration would only come back stronger. This was his body, it was his, and he knew
there was no reason to be anxious.

That didn't mean he wasn't though.

Severus' hands were shaking as he slowly ran his fingers up the top of his thighs, stomach fluttering
when he hit a sensitive spot right above a sharp hip bone. He quickly removed his hands, gripping
onto the sides of his long boney feet, letting his thumb circle the thin skin over his metatarsals.
Touch so soft it was almost ticklish.

Severus took in a heaving breath, reaching up to caress the line of his collar bone fingers resting
momentarily in the hollow of his throat, counting the beats of his racing heart before trailing down
his chest, nails scratching against lightly haired skin, something he hadn't had the last time he had
full control of his body.

The hair was sparse but just as dark as his head hair and spattering down his sternum.
 Severus pulled curiously at his nipples, a groan racking its way through his body. They had always
been sensitive, but now they throbbed at just the simple pull, a gentle scrape of his manicured nails
causing precum to leak from the tip of his cock.

His hands skittered away, his dusky nipples already so hard that they ached too much to touch. His
flat stomach was shaking, his muscles burning.

The trail of hair down to his pelvic bone was thick, and his cock so hard that it was sticking almost
straight up from his body the only deviation was the slight curve to the left, foreskin completely
retracted and precum making the skin slick.

Severus was sure that the slightest touch would set him off, his breath was already coming out in
pants, and at this point, he just wanted to get this first time over with. He could take his time once
he wasn't so sensitive.

So that's what he did, thumb sliding from slit to frenulum. Then he was gone, falling back onto the
bed, back arching and cumming so hard that thick ropes of semen shot so far as to land on his chin,
cum pooling in the hollow of his throat, and his moan was strangled.

Vision whiting out and toes curling. All the muscles in his body were tense as a bowstring.

The pleasure engulfed him.

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Harry was curled into Sirius’ side, his Godfather's arm slung around his shoulders, holding him
tight. They were sitting on the floor in a pile of pillows watching Breakfast Club while David, Issy,
and Remus did their own thing. Issy had her scrapbooking supplies spread out on the coffee table,
humming to herself as she added the many photos she had taken of Harry to the book she was
currently working on.

David and Remus were sitting at a table talking animatedly about David’s research, making
exaggerated gestures in their excitement. Harry couldn’t help but be thankful for David’s easy
acceptance of Remus. The man needed more friends, Harry knew that Sirius tried but he couldn’t
be everything to his lover.

Harry turned his attention back to the TV, he was still amazed that the techno-mages in Terradore
had worked out how to make muggle technology work with magic. Though the field was rather
new and they had only recently developed TVs. They hadn’t worked out how to make cable work
though, so for now, DVDs were all that could be watched. Luckily most TV shows could be
bought as full seasons on DVD. . Wifi was still being worked on as well, but the idea of trying
video games he had always heard Dudley playing was exciting

Harry thought back to Lyle’s gift to him for his birthday. In the chaos of everything going on he
had yet to set up the iPhone, and he would have to do that next time his Pops had the free time to
help him.

Harry cuddled up closer to his Godfather, enjoying his warmth and the story unfolding in front of
him.

Dumbledore threw The Prophet away from him with as much force as he could, the paper only
going a few feet from him, fluttering down onto the far side of the dining table he was sitting at.
His face was red and if he still had magic it would be boiling out of him, lashing out at everything
around him. Considering the only thing left in this hide-out was a table and rickety cot, it wouldn’t
be much of a loss.
How dare that harpy Rita Skeeter say such things about him!? In the past, he had thought her
attempted attacks at him were rather amusing, no one but the dark wizards took anything she said
about him seriously. Now, however, he was cursing himself for not getting rid of her sooner.

The past week had been something out of a nightmare for him. He had been forced to house Molly
and his useless spawn after they had been disowned from the Weasley family and kicked out of the
Burrow’s wards. Dumbledore had sent Emmeline Vance to try and break through the wards by
telling her that Arthur had been hit by a curse that forced him to forget his wife and that they
needed to get to him to heal him. Emmeline was met with strong wards where before there had
only been the most cursory of defenses. Apparently William had put to use what he had been
learning with the filthy Goblins.

Molly had come to him screeching about how it was all his fault, and that Arthur had turned
against her. Dumbledore had tuned her out, looking at his two children who were acting as if
nothing had gone wrong. Ron was even picking his nose without a care in the world. If he didn’t
need them he wouldn’t have bothered having them at all. He had produced Ron when he realized
his body was starting to fail, a body that was closely related was the easiest to possess. Molly’s
overbearing nature would undoubtedly leave the boy stunted and weak-willed, all the easier to
control.

Dumbledore had never planned for Ginny, not until he heard a prophecy. That was when he went
to Molly, Ginny had just been a backup plan in case he was unable to kill the child. So getting to
the Potter fortune would just be a bonus.

But now those plans were all up in flames.

Not only that, but Dumbledore was unable to get to his prisoners since he had cut off all ways of
access but apparition and Phoenix travel to that manor. He had been planning to use the captives to
restore his and Molly’s magic. He just needed to find the book that described how to create the
magic siphoning amulets, he had his followers looking but he hadn’t heard from them yet.
Dumbledore had been hoping to layer the amulets to restore all his previous magic, and since the
prisoners weren’t using any magic he would be able to pull from theirs.

Dumbledore had kidnapped his prisoners based on their magical strength so that if something ever
happened, he would be able to use them as back up magic stores. He had also used their blood for
rituals and their hair for his trips into the Muggle world.

But, now that he didn’t have magic, he was unable to get into the manor. The wards had been set
up to only allow him access, so he was unable to have someone take him there. Until he had magic
again that avenue was closed to him. But the moment he could he would be going to the prison to
siphon his prisoner's magic.

Dumbledore was broken out of his furious thoughts by a Ministry owl flying through the kitchen
window, dropping the letter it was clutching before soaring back out. He snatched up the letter,
still raging over the short interview the Minister did for the Prophet, though Dumbledore was
unsure if Rita had correctly quoted the man. He knew Fudge had been furious the last time they
met, but he had thought the man would come to his senses. Surely he would see how important it
was to get Harry away from those filthy creatures and back under control.

After all, it was the Potter money that made up the majority of Fudge’s campaign donations.

Dumbledore ripped open the letter, quickly reading the message inside, growing more enraged
with every word.
Honorable Chief Warlock,

When you came to me with the information that Harry Potter had gone missing and appeared to be
with an unknown family I was concerned. To then find out that his guardianship had changed
without any notice or trial, made me automatically agree with you that something nefarious must
be afoot. I backed you up without question and agreed that you regaining custody was obviously in
the boy’s best interest.

However, upon arrival at the Claremore estate, I found a boy who was comfortable and happy with
the family of strangers he had known for less than a month. He was obviously distressed at the idea
of being returned to your custody, which concerned me. Despite this, and my confusion regarding
the matter, I still believed that you had only his best interests in mind.

At least until the Claremores gave me a full run-down of the situation. I was disgusted to find out
that the Boy-Who-Lived had been abused (and neglected) whilst under your guardianship, but still
I hoped this was due to ignorance on your part.

However, as I have now been blindsided by the notice of theft charges against you by the Goblins, I
see my hope was in vain. I know I am seen by many, including yourself, as a figurehead with a
head full of hot air.

I am not.

I can clearly see now that your interest in the boy has always been about personal gain, whether
that be money or fame. The fact that, for the past fifteen years, you have had proxy over his
Wizengamot seats has not gone unnoticed, and as such a revote for all votes given will be called. It
will take myself, and my office, years to clear up the mess you have caused.

An emergency meeting of the Wizengamot is to be called tomorrow to control the backlash from
your machinations. Frankly, I will be among those supporting your removal from the position of
Chief Warlock and Supreme Mugwump (and I will draw into question your continuation as
Headmaster given your endangerment of a minor).

Regards,

Minister of Magic, Cornelius Oswald Fudge

Just when he thought his day couldn't get any worse, Dedalus came shooting out of the fireplace.
The man was crying tears of fury, a magazine clutched to his chest. Dumbledore could see the
colorful cover that could only be of the Quibbler. Dumbledore shut his eyes tightly, white spots
flashing behind his lids. Albus had always hated the Lovegoods, and with their slightly loopy
beliefs and behavior, it had been easy to discredit them. But if Dedalus was here and obviously in
so much distress, whatever this issue of the Quibbler held was damning. Dumbledore wasn’t naïve
enough to think it could be about anything other than himself and the recent news.

Dedalus handed over the paper without a word, hands shaking. Dumbledore opened it wearily,
knowing just by the headline that this was going to be bad. His horror grew as he read, so
consumed by the words that he didn’t notice Dedalus’ tactical retreat.

Not only had many of his deeds been aired in such a way that even the most loyal of his followers
would think twice about continuing to follow him, but his own brother had gone against him. He
knew that Abeforth hated him with his whole heart, but he had been confident that the spell he cast
on the man to keep him silent would never break. It hadn’t occurred to him until that moment but
all the spells that connected him to control others would have been broken when his magic was
stolen.

He was so angry he couldn’t even think. Dumbledore stood up stiffly and floo’d straight to his
black market potions supplier, Mundungus. The man had known about his true nature and
Dumbledore had been careful to cultivate their relationship to a point that even if Dumbledore
revealed himself to be a Dark Lord to the world, Mundungus would not turn his back on him.
Luckily he had never felt the need to cast a loyalty spell on the man and he was now grateful for
that. If he had done so he would now be cut off from the only person willing to sell Black Market
items to him.

Dumbledore stepped into the back alley hovel, not noticing Mundungus jolting awake from his
place on his ratty couch, the smell of cheap booze and piss clinging to the very walls. Dumbledore
ignored the man rambling at him, going straight for the potions cabinet hidden within a small
nook.

Mundungus reached out and grabbed Dumbledore’s arm when the man started grabbing vials and
stuffing them into his pockets. At the touch, the older man whipped towards the rat of a man
beside him. Whatever Mundungus saw in Dumbledore’s eye made him flinch away, shuffling
backwards slowly before rushing away.

Dumbledore just continued.

Once he had what he needed, the majority of the cabinet now empty, he floo’d to Warlocks Arms,
the only wizarding pub in Ottery St. Catchpole. He easily ignored the stares and whispers in his
blind rage as he marched down the road to the Rookery. The lengthiness of the walk only drove the
inferno of his anger higher, feeding it like petroleum. When he finally made it to the ward line he
was sweating within his heavy robes, breaths coming out in huffs, his discomfort only making him
more furious.

The wards were easily torn down by a potion he had taken from Mundungus, the magic burning
and crumbling before him. He marched up the lovely drive, cherry trees lining the seashell road,
his boot crunching with every step.

Dumbledore couldn’t help but finger the small vial in his hand, twirling it between his fingers, all
of his manic energy begging to be set free. But as he crested the last hill, looking down at where
the strange chess-shaped house should be, he couldn't help but fall to his knees and scream in rage.

It was gone.

Godric was lounging against the sette in the master bedroom, waiting for Salazar to finish getting
dressed for their date night. Salazar had finally finished catching up on current events and
demanded to be taken out. Godric, who had seen this coming, had already made reservations at a
nice restaurant for dinner.

Salazar was a touch frantic about what he would wear, something Godric didn’t understand
considering he thought Salazar was gorgeous no matter what he was wearing, but he had also long
ago accepted that Salazar could be a little dramatic when it came to certain things. His looks were
one.

More than once Godric had walked in on Salazar with some weird concoction on his skin but
Godric had always gone with them, as long as Sal was happy Godric was. More than once Salazar
had put things on Godric’s face, all four founders sitting around with different colored masks as
they graded papers.

Salazar finally stepped out of their closet, looking straight out of a dream in silver and green robes,
Godric’s breath hitched pulling on Sal's hand as he started walking past, pulling the other man
down into his lap as his fingers came up to card through his lover’s hair.

“You drive me wild,” Godric whispered against plush lips.

Salazar’s eyes dilated, hand shooting out to grab a fistful of wild red hair, pulling Godric’s head
back violently before devouring the other’s mouth. Godric moaned, hands rushing down to grip
Salazar’s perfect ass in his hands as he let his hips jerk up. But that's all his lover allowed him,
standing up with one last biting kiss to his bottom lip. Salazar took a single moment and he was
completely back together, Godric’s whole body was thrumming and he was sure he looked like a
mess. All Salazar did was walk out of the room, popping his head around the doorframe when he
realized Godric wasn’t following. “Come now dear, we have places to be.”

Godric huffed out a little laugh, standing and adjusting himself to hide his erection, before
following, promising he would get Salazar back for that later.

When Godric caught up to his mate in their floo room he pulled the other man into his side and
flamed them in front of the restaurant they would be dining at. Anna had recommended this
Arachne family-run business whose food is apparently to die for.

The two were quickly seated at a private table by the hostess with a trio of candles flickering
between them. The table was low down, with handfuls of stunning decorative pillows to sit on and
lounge against, and hanging silk tapestries making small alcoves for each table.

Anna was correct about the food, the menu was a set twelve-course deal, and everything was
absolutely scrumptious. The two men were so wrapped up in each other that it wasn't until their
waiter brought in an extra thirteenth course that they noticed him. He was a handsome man with
tan skin and piercing pale green eyes, tall in a three-piece suit that made him look like a model.

“Thank you for dining with us today, is this your first time eating at The Loom?” The man
questioned, his voice almost hypnotic with how smooth it was. Godric watched Salazar who was
leaning forwards, holding his breath just the smallest amount. Godric wasn’t the least bit jealous,
over their time together no matter how many people Salazar found handsome he always stayed in
Godric’s bed. And now with how life would be once they bonded with Harry, Godric was even
happy to see Salazar’s interest.

“This is our first time,” Salazar almost purred, his natural flirtatiousness raising its head. Godric
hid a saucy smile behind his cup of coffee, watching the waiter smoothly fall to his knees.

“Let me be the first to thank you for dining with us, my name is Aeson Weaver,” Aeson reached
out and placed a white place of decorative chocolates between Godric and Salazar, the smallest
slight smirk on his face from Salazar’s obvious interest. “Here at The Loom, each member of staff
makes their own homemade chocolate as a way to help us find our bond mates. During the process
of making our chocolates we add a very small amount of our venom to each chocolate, it is
completely harmless and only affects the taste based on magical compatibility. To compatible
submissives, the chocolate will taste indescribably delicious; it will be bitter to anyone who is
incompatible.”

“And what about compatible dominates?” Salazar asked slyly.

“It will taste like normal chocolate,” Aeson quickly answered, lids half-lowered as he looked
between the two older men.

“And which one of these chocolates did you make?” Salazar queried, with a wide, almost vicious
smile. Aeson pointed out a bonbon in the middle of the plate. Godric leaned back against the
pillows watching as Sal’s long fingers delicately reached out to pick up the chocolate, long tongue
coming out to take the chocolate into his mouth. Smiling as the chocolate melted on his tongue. “I
do so love chocolate.”

Godric hid his chuckle at the look on the young Arachne’s face as he swallowed hard.

“Shrunken needles in his lemon drops that expand upon hitting stomach acid?” Fred tossed out as
he threw a dart against an enlarged picture of Dumbledore that had been cut out from a daily
prophet. The goatfucker tried to avoid the dart but it landed right in the middle of his forehead.

George looked up from their desk, piles of notes around him. “You know he watches over that
candy bowl like a dragon with its horde. It would be beautiful if we could get it to work but it’s
unlikely.”

“I’m sure the house-elves would be on our side in this,” Fred summoned the dart back to his hand,
tongue sticking out as he aimed.

George stood and picked up a dart of his own, “I’m sure they would but it wouldn’t be near as
satisfying as doing it on our own. I want to see the look on his face.” The dart flew from his fingers
landing dead center in the old man's genitals, the picture reacting as if it was a real wound.

“You’re right Georgie, I want to see him realize his death is coming, and that it’s from our hands.”
Fred’s grin had far too many teeth as he pulled George down into his lap, pressing their foreheads
together as they basked in their rage.

“Don’t worry Freddy, he’s safe and with Neville right now. I’m sure between the three of us we
can get rid of the fucker for good.” George leaned in for a bruising kiss.

After a few moments of desperation, they pulled apart, still breathing in each other’s air. Fred
locked his eyes with his twins, finally bringing up the topic they had both been avoiding. “And
Molly, Ron, and Ginny?”

Before George could answer, still unsure what to do about their once family’s immense betrayal, a
pink fwooper started pecking at their window. It was so hard to think about those three because
despite everything, they had once loved them. Fred leaned back to unlatch the window, the Luna’s
bird in, Juno the fwooper chirped at the two Weasley’s until they reached out to pet her.

When Luna first brought Juno home from one of their family expeditions the twins had been
mildly worried when Juno first chirped. But they trusted Luna when it came to magical animals
implicitly and Juno was always on her best behavior. George released the fwooper of her burden,
giving her a scritch behind the ear before opening the letter.

George, enclosed is a sign up form for your new school, I’ll be seeing you there. Also tell Fred that
he will be unable to enact any plans against Dumbledore at the moment since he has been evicted
from Hogwarts.

-Luna
 P.s. While your instinct on the outcome of the match is correct, don’t bet against Ludo Bagman,
he’s not good for it. I would try it against Minister Fudge, play it up, it will be like taking candy
from a baby.

P.p.s. The Blibbering Humdingers are keeping an eye on Dumbledore, they say you will have your
chance in time.

P.p.p.s. Stick close to Harry during the World Cup and try not to fanboy too hard over Victor.

Last Edited 1.20.22 by Hikiri

Chapter End Notes

Sorry it's short but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless.

 Mr. Graves
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Luna hummed in contentment as she skipped around the Rookery, now located in Terradore. It
wouldn’t be long before she would be joining her new family. Her Daddy was nearby setting up
Bert the printing press. His full name was Herbert Preston Eldridge Beardsley Charles Thurlow the
Third, but that was just a big mouthful when she was three so Bert it was. Bert was a brilliant
machine, he never allowed typos and even had pointed out the existence of the Rotfang conspiracy.
Daddy was humming a Celestina Warbeck song that Mummy had loved. Luna hadn’t seen her
Daddy so happy in a long time, the adventure of such a big move and the thought of pissing off the
man who painted their family as “mad” was thrilling. Luna let out an admittedly “mad” little giggle
as she spun through the house, picturing the look on the old goat’s face when he realized they were
out of his reach. It was time to get down to business so she headed up the ladder to her room.

She sat at her stationary desk, doing a quick spin on the stool before pulling the peacock feather
quill from her hair and tapped it against her lips. First, she needed to write a letter to Harry, he
needed a nudge in the right direction to find one of his next mates. If he didn’t go at just the right
time he would miss out on three mates. Luna sorted through the information in her mind to try and
find the perfect pieces that Harry needed. She loved Harry but knew he could be a little oblivious
at times, so she needed to be direct enough without revealing everything. “Ah-ha!” Luna thought
happily. She could invite him to meet her in the Terradore markets for a day out. He would love
the idea of an adventure and seeing all the new and exciting things there! If she just hinted there
was something special to find there he would agree immediately. And if she mentioned all the
interesting things that would be for sale, he would assume she was talking about some special
trinket and the whole thing would be a surprise. She dipped her beautiful quill into her burgundy
ink and started to write. Smiling brighter with each line, knowing she was going to bring him some
more much-needed love.

Next, she needed to confirm with Ouroboros that she would be attending the upcoming term. She
had already picked up all the necessary supplies and books at the beginning of the summer and had
already read all her course books like any good Ravenclaw would. And even though she would no
longer be a Ravenclaw she would always be one at heart. Her many nights wandering the castle
when locked out while the Grey Lady floated beside her talking of both of their lives and the
founders’ true vision for the school assured that. Luna was so very excited about everything she
had learned already from her readings. She had owl ordered several more reference books
mentioned in the course material and was eagerly awaiting their arrival. Ouroboros had so much to
offer and she couldn’t wait to get started.

Juno suddenly flew through her open bedroom window, coming to rest on the back of Luna’s desk
chair with a letter tied to her leg. Luna reached out to scritch her darling familiar. ‘How was the
trip?’ Luna asked in her mind, and even though she already knew the answer it was only polite to
ask.

‘The portal between worlds is strange, like air being blown up your tail feathers. The red ones
seemed murderous and the screeching one was gone as you promised.’ Juno Lyssa Valentina held
out her leg waiting for Luna to remove the letter.

‘Yes she will no longer be around and it is no surprise the twins were plotting.’ Luna had tied
herself to the twins a long time ago, though she had never shared this with them. As a Seer she had
the ability to tie herself to whomever she chose. The twins had always treated her like a younger
sister and had done everything in their power to make sure she was happy and protected. After her
mother had died they had stepped up their protectiveness, Luna was still furious on their behalf that
Molly had forbidden them from attending her mother’s funeral and had convinced the local
Nargels that stealing her knitting needles was a brilliant idea.

Most of the Ravenclaws had learned early on that bullying her ended up with them having the
pants pranked off them, sometimes literally. Unfortunately, not all Ravenclaws had the common
sense to make that connection. By now Luna just found their efforts to bully her amusing, since it
was always met with swift retribution. Luna knew that the twins had enlisted the Hogwarts house-
elves in their efforts to keep an eye on her since her missing belongings were never gone for long
and the twins always knew when someone had called her Looney or Freak. Luna just loved them
more for it each time. They really were the best big brothers and she would make sure their family
in turn would be safe by using her gift to the fullest. Even if she did loathe what she would have to
let Dumbledore do to ensure their family would be whole.

Luna sighed, shaking her head, her radish earrings hitting her neck with the movement. The letter
as expected was the twins informing her that they had talked to their father about signing up for
Ouroboros Institute, a thanks for the tip on Ludo Bagman, and a reassurance that they would stick
by Harry’s side.

Percival, throughout his career as an Auror, had taken on many protection cases, but this was the
first time it was someone he knew. Not that he didn’t care about all the rest of the people he had
protected over the years, but this was his student’s son. He had almost come to see Bartok as a
younger brother and that only added pressure onto his already strong need to protect the young sub.
There was just something about Harry that called all his protective instincts to the fore. He couldn’t
explain it. Shaking his head to clear that thought, he got back to work.

He had already spent a few hours warding Harry’s rooms, careful with each swish of his wand and
spell that fell from his lips. He had even enlisted Tiptop, the family house-elf, to help strengthen
the wards with her own special brand of magic. Wizards like Dumbledore often overlooked the
power of “creatures” they saw as beneath them. But Percival knew better. His own House Elf
Winston was a perfect example of just how vicious House Elves could be when protecting what
they saw as theirs.

When Grindlewald had captured him, Winston had fought tooth and nail to protect him, going as
far as to latch onto Grindlewald’s arm with his teeth. But the man had flung the Elf away,
Winston’s head hitting worryingly hard against the wall. And while Percival was rushing towards
the unconscious Elf he was hit in the side by a dark cutting curse.

Those months in captivity had been hellish, and Percival could only imagine how hard it had been
for Harry growing up. His blood boiled at the thought. Percival remembered the constant pang of
hunger and how slowly his injuries healed, the healing skin itching so badly that he wanted to rip it
off with his fingernails just to get some relief, but he was tied down and unable to do anything
about it. How helpless he was to stop anything that had happened, how that man- Percival cut off
that line of thought, going over the steps his therapist had taught him when his mind started going
down those roads.

The worry over Winston and all those he was responsible for within the Auror Department had
eaten him up inside. But the worst was the loneliness, the self-loathing, and the disgust. For
months he had been alone with only his spiraling thoughts for company. Percival clutched the scar
left by the cutting curse, the slight discomfort forcing his mind back to the current situation.

Percival paced restlessly back and forth down the hallway to Harry’s rooms. Checking the wards
every time he passed by the door. The two boys inside were still asleep, it was not yet nine in the
morning. He had been unable to sleep last night, metaphorical feathers too ruffled to settle down.
The threat of Dumbledore foremost in his mind. What if he missed something and Harry was hurt?
He shook that thought as he passed the doors again and felt the hum of his wards telling him both
boys were still safe inside, though now starting to wake up for the day.

Once the two boys finally left Harry’s room for the day, Percival led the way to the dining room.
Keeping himself between the two boys and any doorway. Logically, he knew that there were no
intruders in the house, both his and Lyle’s warding still perfectly intact. But his creature side still
screamed to take no chances. The young ones behind him were too precious to risk.

Percival scanned the dining room for danger but all there was was David and Lyle at the table
talking with their heads bent together. Once he confirmed there was no one waiting to pounce on
the two children behind him he allowed them to enter the room. And as Harry passed he gave him
a small smile and a soft, “Thank you, Mr. Graves.” Percival found himself smiling back despite his
anxious night, something about that smile easing his worries for the moment. “You’re welcome,
Harry,” he replied, “And please, call me Percival.” Harry’s smile widened at that and Percival felt
something small bubble up in his chest. He gestured to the table and they all quickly settled into
the meal. He checked to make sure Harry had his potions and noticed Neville and the other adults
were doing the same.

Breakfast passed quickly, Harry laughing merrily at the corny jokes Neville was telling, Percival
couldn’t help the small fond chuckle at Harry’s howling laughter at the situation.

Percival’s creature side purred in a way it hadn’t in many years, shocking him but he made sure to
keep his face blank. He was surprised at how attached he was, he wasn’t sure if it was because he
saw so much of himself in how the boy was treated or if it was the way Harry seemed to light up
any room he walked into. The young sub’s aura filled any room he was in, magic warm and
comforting, wrapping around everyone like a tight hug.

After breakfast the two boys decided to go relax in the TV room, Harry was obviously excited to
share more movies with Neville, hands clasped together and Harry swinging their arms back and
forth. Percival smirked inwardly at the long list of titles Harry was rattling off as they walked. The
boy’s enthusiasm was infectious. There was a serious debate about watching Breakfast Club again
since Neville hadn’t seen it yesterday, but Neville thought Harry should get to watch something
new that Harry hadn’t seen before. But Harry was insistent, saying that he wanted to see what kind
of reaction Neville would have to the story.

Percival just allowed his mind to wander, keeping an eye out for any danger. The two young men
were snuggled up under a mountain of blankets, Mr. Longbottom’s hand running through Harry’s
curls. There was a large variety of snacks for them to choose from and Percival was pleased to see
Harry snacking almost absent-mindedly on everything that was placed in front of him. The appetite
potions were clearly doing their job. Percival would scan the room periodically but his eyes would
always come back to Harry’s face and the emotions he saw there as the movie played out. Harry
would peek up at Neville’s face during important scenes to share in a moment together, eyes full of
anticipation. At one point Percival even chuckled at some silly dance moves on the screen and
Harry turned to share a smile with him too, grin so wide that Percival could see all of the boy’s
teeth including one slightly crooked canine. It was almost unbearably sweet, and it nearly broke his
stoic and proper mask. It was too easy to let down his guard around this young man.
Harry let out a wet little sniffle as the movie ended, obviously loving the film just as much the
second time around. “I’ll be right back,” Neville said, placing a kiss to the top of Harry’s head as he
stood up. Harry gave him an only slightly watery smile as he walked out of the room, pulling the
blankets tighter around himself, burying his face into the soft fabric of the red blanket before
popping back out, hair a frizzy mess. His gaze lingered on the floor for a moment before he turned
back towards Percival and gave him another crooked smile. It was too endearing. The way the
boy’s ears twitched in agitation from the now disheveled hair and the soft thwump of his tail within
the cocoon of blankets. Percival felt the urge to wrap the boy up tighter, to keep him safe and fed.
To protect.

“Did you enjoy the movie Mr. Gra- I mean Percival?” Harry asked sheepishly, a slight flush
coming to his face and breaking the man from his thoughts. Percival was surprised at how much
that small bit of color on Harry’s cheeks affected him, his heart fluttering oddly at the sight. The
boy glowed, and Percival was just so happy to see it. He knew how much the young sub had been
through, something he wouldn’t wish on anyone. So, to see him healthy and happy now was
amazing. The Claremores were obviously doing a good job of taking care of the boy and having his
new mate around was also helping him recover. Having so many people love him so
unconditionally was healing the old wounds of emotional and physical abuse.

He shrugged off the thoughts and cleared his tightened throat. “Yes Harry, I found it surprisingly
amusing,” he answered honestly, never having seen the movie before. Harry then launched into a
long speech about his favorite parts of the movie and how much he loved the music in it, even
though he was “pants at dancing.” Percival out-right laughed at that statement, which brought that
delightful blush back to Harry’s cheeks before he started laughing as well. The boy stood up to
come closer so that he didn’t have to hold his neck at such an odd angle to speak together
comfortably.

His tail was wagging happily as he bounced on the balls of his feet. Percival let out one more small,
barely audible chuckle, his chest rumbling with it as Harry approached him. He was delighted to
see the young boy so carefree after so much distress, having seen firsthand how devastated he had
been during the meeting with Minister Fudge and during the Will reading.

Harry deserved all the happiness he could find and Percival was determined to do his part in
making sure the young sub could have that. His thoughts were interrupted by Harry asking what
his favorite film was. Percival told him about Casablanca, a film Harry had never heard of but
seemed to be interested in, Percival promised he would bring it over. He told Harry about seeing it
when it first came out and falling in love with it.

Soon Mr. Longbottom had returned and Harry had waved and smiled at Percival shyly before
rejoining his mate on the couch to watch another movie. Cuddled up and head resting against the
larger boy’s shoulder.

Percival spent the rest of the day shadowing the two as they took a walk through the garden and
had a lovely picnic for lunch. Percival did his best to be as non-intrusive as possible, knowing this
was a sort of date between the two. And he didn’t want to ruin this crucial time of bonding for the
two. Especially with what Bartok had told him of Harry’s previous thoughts on relationships and
his possible place in one.

Harry deserved happiness and Percival would do anything in his power to make sure he got it.

Harry shut the communication book the twins had given him with a sigh and a soft smile. Neville
was so relieved that they hadn’t been involved in what those “friends” had done to his Harry.
Those two could make Harry laugh like no one else and each giggle was a blessing in Neville’s
opinion. He smiled widely back at Harry, his heart full from the morning they had spent together.
They were back in Harry’s suite after a wonderful dinner, sitting on the bed with the journal
between them as they’d spoken to the twins, mostly about the World Cup. Theorizing what each
team's chances of winning would be. Along with, of course, Viktor Krum, the amazing Bulgarian
Seeker who Harry and the twins all admired. The twins even joked about possibly meeting him and
how they would all worship his Quidditch skills. Neville knew if they were all face to face that
Fred would be sporting a saucy grin and George would be acting as if butter wouldn’t melt. And
like always it would just go right over Harry’s poor naive little head.

Harry next told the two about their new protector. The comment about how safe the man made
Harry feel caused the twins to pause for a moment in their writing before they started, almost
frantically asking questions about the Auror. Harry didn’t seem to notice their slightly worried
state, which soon calmed down into amusement.

The twins and Neville had always known that they were going to have to share Harry. Him going
through a creature inheritance only cemented that. So none of them were worried that Harry might
be interested in Percival. Honestly, they would be fine with any number of mates as long as Harry
was happy, healthy, and safe.

After saying goodbye, Harry leaned over and cuddled up under Neville’s chin, letting out a
contented hum when Neville’s arm went around his shoulder, his tail giving a soft ‘thump thump’
against the bed. Neville leaned his face closer and nuzzled into Harry’s hair just behind his ears,
taking in his scent. Kissing the top of his mate's head with a lingering press of lips.

Percival paced his temporary room in the Claremore manor, it was handsomely outfitted in warm
colors and dark woods that comforted him. He was still surprised at how his creature side had
reacted to his new charge, the pleased rumble at seeing the young sub’s contentment. He had even
had to pinch himself, subtly, at dinner to shake himself out of his mesmerizing stare at Harry’s
wide and dimpled smile.

Percival was beyond confused. He could admit Harry was an adorable kid but nothing like this had
ever happened before. A pretty face had never caught him so off guard before and it had never
interfered in his work.

But even more surprising than all of that Percival knew for a fact that he was heterosexual. He of
course had nothing against people of other sexualities but he knew himself well enough to know
that the male form did absolutely nothing for him and he had been with enough women over his
133 years of life to know that he loved the female form. And nothing got him going like going
down on a woman and hearing her moans of pleasure. Feeling thighs quiver around his head as she
nears her peak.

So what his griffin side was doing he had no clue. Percival made himself stand still, rubbing a hand
over his face and through his hair. Non-creatures had a hard time understanding when someone
explained that while they were always a creature, there was this side to a person that resonated with
pure instinct. Most of the time creatures were no different than humans in that they were logical
and could set aside primitive instincts. But being a creature made their psyche different from a
normal human. There was a part of them that could and would go against all logic in some cases.
They were still civilized unlike what some bigots thought but it took them time, usually while
young, to get a handle over those gut reactions. There were, of course, those who refused to learn
to control themselves and were a danger to everyone, but those types of people were rare and were
more likely to be the type of people who lived as recluses. But one of the first things creatures
learned when learning control was to recognize those animal instincts and to distinguish them from
logical feelings and actions. That was why when thinking he called it his creature side, it was a
way to separate himself from those feelings, it gave him room to think about the why of his
emotions.

Percival opened his door, going out to the hallway and looking down both ways to check for
intruders before he shifted into his Griffin form, sick of his mind racing and just wanting some
peace. He let his instinct take over as he laid in front of Harry’s door, keen ears able to hear the two
heartbeats within the room. Percival knew that in this form no one would be getting past him.

Augusta was in the sitting room, a cup of tea with a splash of rum warming her hands. She had
woken from a nightmare of Bellatrix Lestrange (because she would never acknowledge the woman
as a Black because of her Betrayal) escaping and coming after her grandson and his mate. It was a
frequent occurrence so it didn’t surprise her to wake in a cold sweat with a curse on her tongue.
Augusta leaned back in the plush Chesterfield, allowing the stern mask she usually wore to fall, the
despair that was a constant companion.

She had loved her husband fiercely and ever since his death she had worn black to show the world
she still mourned his loss. It was less than a year later that Frank and Alice were attacked and if it
wasn’t for Neville she would have done something foolish and gone out in a blaze of glory. But she
did have Neville and he had needed her to keep hold of her madness to raise him.

And now with the possibility of Frank and Alice recovering at least some she felt true hope for the
first time in years. It also didn’t hurt to see how happy Harry made her grandson and that Sirius and
Regulus were alive and safe.

August took another sip of her warm tea before setting it aside as she heard soft footsteps coming
down the hall. She had a nearby light on so she knew whoever was awake would soon check in on
her.

It was Anna Claremore who walked into the room, looking composed in a black pants suit with her
long red hair in a high ponytail. “Early morning dear?” Augusta queried.

“Yes, I need to get caught up on paperwork so I thought I’d head in early today.” Anna took a seat
across from Augusta, Tiptop popping in with a plate of breakfast and a cup of coffee. The house-elf
asked if Augusta would like some breakfast now, but she declined, deciding to wait for everyone
else.

August let the other woman take a few bites before asking about something that had been
concerning her. “I’m not questioning you as a healer but I am slightly concerned about the
seemingly excessive use of calming draught. I am smart enough to know you wouldn’t risk Harry’s
health, but I feel compelled to ask.”

Anna took a deep sip of her coffee before answering, making sure to look into Augusta’s eyes the
whole time. “I know it might seem like we are overusing calming draughts, but it is mostly some
innocent sleight of hand. One thing is that we are using an altered calming draught formula.
Instead of enforcing calm it simply stretches out the emotions so that they are dulled. We have also
been slowly lowering the concentration. Right now it is only at ¼ strength. We haven’t told Harry
this because thinking it is still at full strength works as a placebo. He is able to calm himself down
 within moments because of it but until he is more emotionally stable we will continue with the
deception.”

Augusta nodded put at ease with the knowledge that Harry was at no risk, she was not upset in the
least with the deception. In fact, she thought it was a genius way to teach the young man how to
calm himself despite still being affected by the magical ward that stripped emotional control that
he had been under. It had been another thing that caused her to want to flay Dumbledore alive.
Luckily, the ward had only been put up at the beginning of this summer, so the damage was
repairable. Augusta could also admire the slyness of the woman before her, Anna gave a slight
smirk at the older woman’s knowing and pleased look.

They spent the rest of the time before Anna left speaking about how Alice and Frank's treatment
was coming along. Augusta went to see her children the past two days since they were moved and,
so far, the improvements were amazing. The healers were currently working on fixing the damage
to the two due to stress and long-time hospitalization. They were clean and had already gained half
a pound with the aggressive nutrition potions they were one. Their faces were less gaunt and their
hair was less limp. Their skin was also looking healthier with their daily trips outdoors. The fresh
air was doing them both well. And their stress levels had gone down a great deal which Anna
assured her would continue.

“They are in good hands, I would trust healer Lorraine with my son’s life,” Anna reassured, and
Augusta knew that was the highest compliment the woman could give.

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Chapter End Notes

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 The First Time
Chapter Notes

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Augusta decided that Sirius shouldn’t be told about Regulus’ survival until they were sure the
younger Black brother was stable. She would never regret that, but the look of hurt on Sirius' face
when she revealed that his brother had survived and that she had kept it from him still broke her a
little. But she was a Black and she did what was best for her family even if they didn’t agree.

Remus was quick to hold onto the other man, arms wrapped around Sirius’ still too thin shoulders
as he broke down in tears, begging to see his brother. Augusta sat stiff-backed and waited for her
nephew to calm down enough that they could go to Gryffindor Manor. Remus had to carry his
mate through the floo, Sirius’ knees too weak to do it by himself. Godric and Salazar met them all
in the floo room, Issy and Anna coming along as well so that they could check on their patients.

Sirius was in a state of shock as Augusta led them to Regulus’ bed, still unable to believe what was
happening. Regulus had been his whole world for so long. It wasn’t until Hogwarts anyone else
had been accepted into his life. While James and Remus had been his best friends from the start, he
still would have left them in a heartbeat if they did anything to hurt his brother. Luckily they both
seemed to understand how much he cared for his brother, they even added their own notes to
Sirius’ daily letters. Remus reported on how Sirius was faring and what they learned in class so
Regulus could study at home. James on the other hand told Regulus about the castle and the people
sharing in all their discoveries. This was part of the reason he was always closer to the two than
Peter.

By the time Regulus finally came to Hogwarts, both James and Remus considered Regulus as their
own little brother. The only reason they couldn’t show it openly was that there were many in both
of their houses who would harass them for hanging out, family or not. But that didn’t stop the
Marauders from pranking the pants, sometimes literally, off anyone who upset or harmed Reggie.

To see his baby brother here, looking just as gaunt as Sirius had when he escaped Azkaban, was
shocking. Sirius shakily reached out to touch his brother, their magic sparking at the touch. And as
it did Regulus’ features unconsciously shifted to mirror Sirius’ own perfectly. Suddenly Sirius was
collapsing onto his brother's chest, tears pouring from his eyes and wretched sobs and screams
coming from him. His brother didn’t react at all, the only things keeping him from breaking into
pieces was the steady heartbeat under his ear and a large hand rubbing up and down his back.

Sirius refused the vial of calming draught that was offered to him.

They had a talk the other day about the excessive seeming use of calming draught. Only for Anna
to assure him that what they had been giving everyone was a very mild formula that just helped
stretch out the feelings throughout the day to blunt the emotions.

But Sirius didn’t want this pain to go on. He wanted to get it all out now so that he could move on
to fury. Fury and rage were easy, he was a Black, they were his bread and butter. And he would
rather be productive and try and get the person who had hurt his brother dealt with than wallow in
his misery.
But he knew what he had to do first.

“Kreacher,” he called, voice broken.

Sirius didn’t know Godric and Salazar enough to trust them with his brother. But if there was one
thing he knew it was that Kreacher had always been devoted, almost obsessively, to his brother.
While Sirius wished he could stay here until his brother was better he still had Harry to take care
of. And, in-between visits, Sirius knew that Kreacher would bludgeon anyone who tried to harm
Regulus with a Beater’s Bat. After all, it was the only thing Sirius and Kreacher had ever bonded
over, Sirius gifting the elf with the bat before he left for his first year of Hogwarts.

Kreacher was just as distraught when he finally realized why Sirius had called him, obviously
wanting to reach out but the way his Mother had trained their house-elves stopped him. Sirius saw
this and didn’t hesitate to pull the elf up onto the bed so that they could both hug their long-lost
family member.

After directing the two men towards Regulus’ bed Augusta wandered off, looking in at each of the
other patients. She knew many of them but it wasn’t until she saw two red-headed twins that she
stopped. They were sharing a larger than a normal hospital bed, laying side by side and touching
from shoulder to toe.

The revelation of what Molly had done to Arthur had been horrific, Bartok explaining what had
happened when he talked to the Weasleys at the bank. She had been furious, the inner fire of a
dragon burning within her. To find out all these wrongs, done to her family so soon after each
other, had left her in a towering rage. She had long been in control of her temper but it was almost
completely out of her control at that point. Her occlumency strained to keep her from running out
and murdering any who were involved. The only thing stopping her was the fact that her grandson
and Harry needed her, and that Arthur, Sirius, and Regulus would too as well as Gideon and
Fabian. They had all lost their mothers. They were much too young to be without one. So Augusta
would be their mother for them.

Now, if only she knew just how to tell Arthur she knew where his husbands were, and the children
their Fathers.

Harry was sitting at the breakfast table still half asleep with Neville on one side and Issy on the
other. He was just about to dig into his omelet when an owl flew through the window, the morning
news had already arrived, his dad currently reading it. The owl landed on the perch in the corner of
the room, and held its leg out to have its burden relieved. Harry turned away, digging into his
breakfast as Lyle got up to get the mail, taking a piece of bacon with him for the owl, the older
man came back to the table with his wand out and the letter floating in front of him.

This caught Harry’s attention causing the teen to set aside his fork and knife to focus his attention
on the innocuous-looking envelope. When it was finally set on the table Harry could see what had
caused his pops to be so cautious, the letter had his name on it with no sender along with being
from an unknown owl.

Lyle began a slew of diagnostic spells, his frown growing as nothing came up positive for anything
harmful. Finally, his pops sighed, sitting down and passing the letter over to Harry.

Both Neville and Issy leaned over one of his shoulders as Harry finally opened the mystery
message.
First I want to congratulate you on your inheritance, new family, and finally getting together with
Neville. I am truly relieved that you are now safe and know the twins feel the same. I would like to
invite you to a day out in Terradore a few days from now.

-Luna

P.s. Hedwig is stealing the bacon.

Harry looked up and towards the plate that held the bacon only to see that Luna had been correct
and Hedwig was right now hovering over the plate protectively stuffing her beak with bacon.

Neville snorted, “Ah Luna, it’s nice to hear from her.”

Issy was quick to ask them about their friend. Harry took up the job of answering. “Luna is like a
little sister to my friends Fred and George, she is a year below us. She can seem a little odd at times
but she is very nice and funny.”

“She’s a Seer,” Neville added.

Harry turned to the other teen, “Really?”

Neville nodded enthusiastically, “Yes, that is why she spaces sometimes. The twins have enlisted
me on some of their pranks against her bullies.” Harry’s fist tightened at the mention of how Luna
was treated. He had been horrified when he first witnessed it. Four third-year Ravenclaws had
pushed the small first-year girl to the floor and were taunting her. Luna had had tears welling up
her eyes and her knees and palms were scraped and bleeding sluggishly. Harry had been enraged,
pushing past the older girls violently to stand between the downed first year and them with his
wand out and at the ready.

Much to Harry’s surprise none other than Draco Malfoy had sauntered up behind the four older
Ravenclaws, his two bookends at his sides trying their best to look as menacing as possible while
Draco looked down his nose at the taller teens. “My my what uncouth behavior from young ladies
of such distinguished houses. It seems like all the lessons on propriety you went through were for
not.”

The four girls blushed furiously and stormed off, leaving Harry, Luna, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle
alone in the hallway. They all stared at each other for a moment in tense silence before a small
voice broke it. “Thank you cousin,” Luna said as she tried to stand, Harry spun on his heel to hold
out a hand to steady her.

Draco nodded with a blank face, silently motioning for Crabbe and Goyle to help pick up all of
Luna’s belongings. It was only then that Harry noticed that Draco and Luna both had the same
silver-blonde hair and full lips. Luna then skipped over to her cousin, hugging him tightly. Harry
was surprised to see how much Draco softened, nuzzling the top of the younger girl's hair before
pulling back, indifferent mask back in place. Luna thanked Crabbe and Goyle and grabbed her bag,
securing it over her shoulder. She then skipped up to Harry giving him a hug as well, before
skipping down the hall, whistling a merry tune as she did.

When Harry later asked Fred and George about it they had told him that Xenophilius Lovegood
had taken his wife’s last name and that he had once been Xenophilius Malfoy, younger twin
brother to Lucius Malfoy. Fred and George admitted that they were friendly with the young Malfoy
since he often visited his younger cousin when the twins were there as well. They even considered
the younger Slytherin as a friend, though they would never let Molly know that since she would
flip her lid.
Harry knew from History of Magic that past dark lords had gone to great lengths to get control of
possible Seers and that a vast majority of Seers had one weak spot; themselves. They were unable
to see their own future unless they tied themself to a wizard or witch. In that way, they could
bypass their own blindspot through the loophole of watching the future of whoever they tied
themselves to. So Harry completely understood why the twins had kept this as secret as possible.

So now knowing this Harry was quick to reply to Luna, knowing that one magical truth was: if you
were friendly with a Seer it was best to do as they said, but to never trust one you had wronged.

Bartok looked down at the letter a Ministry Owl just delivered to him in his office. Sitting there in
disbelief at the audacity of Minister Fudge demands that his sons return to England and his
acceptance for this year's Hogwarts letter. Bartok couldn’t help but snort at the Minister using
every formal title he possessed in his pathetic attempt at a power play. Clearly, the man hadn’t
taken into account that Bartok was a well-respected lawyer and was well acquainted with such
tactics and often used them himself.

While word was that the Minister was considering sacking Dumbledore for the disgrace he had
brought upon the Ministry when he was brought up on grand larceny charges, it didn’t stop the
Minister from wanting to use Harry’s fame and fortune for himself. And with the Ministerial
election coming up Minister Fudge, who was extremely unpopular, was scrambling to do
everything he could to ensure his reelection, and being seen as Harry Potter’s savior would help get
the general populace on his side. He was going as far as to restart a competition that had been
discontinued because the death toll of children had grown too high. Those within the Ministry who
knew of the tournament’s history were absolutely furious, but Fudge was hoping to strengthen ties
with the Bulgarians and French. Both of which were well known for having high import taxes for
Britain. Minister Fudge was scrambling to do anything he could and it was clear for everyone to
see.

Bartok was supremely relieved that Harry had agreed to change schools. Knowing his son, from all
the stories of his yearly adventure, he would have somehow ended up tangled up in the tournament.
Bartok had even had Lyle double and triple-check that Harry didn’t have some form of bad luck
curse placed on him. Unfortunately, he didn’t. If he did it would have been easy to remove. But life
couldn’t be that easy.

The kid seriously needed the break of an average school year, one without dark lords and dark
creatures hunting him. Bartok was still raging against the thought of his son being around the vile
dementors and being partially kissed multiple times. He had long petitioned, with many others, to
have the dementors destroyed, but the Ministery found them too convenient to get rid of. After all,
they were free labor when it came to Azkaban and they were also an effective threat to hold over
the heads of British wizarding society. After all, souls were considered sacred to the old religions.

Harry stood by the stairs of the pool, Neville already waist-deep in waiting with open arms for
Harry to follow in. Harry looked over to David and Lyle who were sitting on lounge chairs under a
palm tree, watching the two boys carefully, and Percival who was standing at the edge of the pool,
wand at the ready in case anything happened. Harry knew that with all these men here watching
they wouldn't allow anything bad to happen to him and that helped him find his courage.

Harry had never before been in water deeper than a normal tub, and he had yet to even approach
the giant tub in his bathroom, which looked like a miniature pool. He carefully took a step in, cool
water around his ankle an odd sensation for someone who had only experienced freezing baths at
the hands of the Dursleys or normal hot showers at Hogwarts. The water was a perfect temperature
not cold enough to cause him to shiver but not hot enough to make him feel sleepy.

He continued water soon at his waist and Neville held onto his arms to keep him steady. Neville
gently led him out until the water was dipping into his belly button. His mate was smiling widely,
easily coaching Harry through how to float on his back, large hands on the small of his back and
head, helping him until Harry was confident in himself. He was doing his best to distract Harry by
talking about what they expected their new school to be like. It didn’t take long for the druid to
teach Harry to tread water and then how to swim properly.

Harry and Neville were splashing around, laughing and smiling, David and Lyle jumping in after a
while to join them. Harry even had the confidence to start jumping off the diving board and sliding
down the waterslide at the top of the fake cliffs. By the time they finally got out for dinner Harry
was exhausted, his abdominal muscles strained from all the laughter and merriment. They didn’t
bother changing out of their swimming trunks as they headed into the dining room to eat, only
stopping to cast a drying spell. At the table, Harry was distracted by the rippling movements of
Neville's muscles. Tiptop had to give him a pointed look before he remembered to eat.

He felt strange, foggy, and distracted. Felt like he needed to go lay down but before he could he
saw something. Something that sent his mind racing. It was simple, just David leaning over and
kissing Lyle. It was soft and short, just a show of genuine affection. Harry wanted that easy care
and love.

Harry stood in a hurry after finishing, marching his way to his rooms, knowing Neville would
follow him. His skin was buzzing, fingers tapping at his thighs as he entered the room, spinning
around to look up into warm brown eyes.

Neville was obviously confused by Harry’s current mood. But Harry couldn’t stop. He knew, if he
did, he would never be able to muster the courage needed to do this again. He stepped closer,
reaching up to hold onto Neville's face, gently pulling it down towards his own. Harry saw the
spark of recognition in his mate's eyes, Neville’s arms coming to wrap around Harry's bare torso,
one hand snaking up into dark curly hair. Their bare chests came to rest against each other, warm
skin sliding like silk against one another.

A moment of stillness passed between them, eyes locked together, as all their thoughts seemed to
be shared. And then they were kissing. At first just barely a brush of skin that soon grew more
desperate and pleading. It was all closed mouth, Harry too naive to know otherwise and Neville too
pleased to push for more. They continued, Neville teaching Harry the joys of lightly nibbled lips.

Harry pushed closer, hips brushing up against Neville’s thighs. It wasn’t until that moment Harry
realized his penis was hard. Despite the instant embarrassment his hips still jerked forward
uncontrollably unconsciously seeking out the building pleasure. He pulled away from Neville’s
face, burying his own blushing face in Neville’s chest as his hips kept rocking forward. But
Neville gently pulled back, Harry whining at the loss.

“Hey, hey,” Neville shushed and ran his fingers gently through Harry’s hair. “I know, I know,
darling, but I also know that you're not ready for me to see it.”

Harry finally seemed to come back to himself. Finally realizing what he was doing, his face went
beet red, ears laying back in shame. “I’m so sor-”

“Harry, there's nothing to be sorry about, and I am happy to know you trust me enough to be part of
this. But I am also sure neither of us is ready to do this together.” Neville explained, leaning down
to kiss Harry softly, cupping the back of his neck in a comforting squeeze.

The warmth in Neville’s eyes relit Harry’s courage. “But it’s still hard and I’ve never… I’ve never
done this before.” Harry wanted this so bad, his stomach tight and fluttery and his penis hard and
wanting.

Neville swallowed thickly, throat tight. “Why don’t we- I mean we could- We could sit on other
sides of the door to the bathroom and I can... I could help coach you through it.” It wasn’t until
then that Harry looked down to see that Neville’s own swim trunks were tented. And for some
reason, it made his mouth water and his penis twitch.

“Yeah… yeah… that sounds-” Harry gulped, “good.”

Harry turned quickly, heading into the bathroom, leaving the door open a sliver. He knew that if he
didn’t move he would throw caution to the wind and rub himself all up on Neville. And while
Harry knew that at the moment he would enjoy it greatly he also knew that Neville was right that
he wasn’t really ready to have his mate see him like this.

Neville took in a deep breath before heading over to the door, sitting down with his back to it and
his hands wrapped tightly around his ankles. While his cock was begging for his attention this
needed to be about Harry for the moment.

“Are you ready?” He questioned, his voice hoarse and low.

Harry’s response was a squeaked yes, his nerves back now that he wasn’t completely lost in the
moment.

Neville tried his best to keep himself steady, using the techniques he had been taught for
Occlumency. “First you need to pull your cock out, you might want to leave your trunks on so your
butt doesn’t get cold.” Neville waited a bit until he was sure Harry would have followed his
instructions.

Neville thought about the next step and realized that Harry was missing something. He quickly
summoned the lube from his bag. “You should use this,” Neville held the bottle through the gap in
the door. Harry took it shyly. Neville heard the bottle uncapping. “Should put it in your right hand
and let it warm up a bit.”

It took nearly a minute before Harry said it was finally warmed up. “Now you should gently take
yourself in hand. You’ll be very sensitive at the moment and you don’t want to hurt yourself.”
Neville tried to block out the image of those slender fingers around that incredibly pink cock.

“You want to start off slowly, stroking up and down, squeezing as tightly as feels comfortable to
you. You should be able to start following your instincts. Just do what feels good, and touching
other parts of your body can help, such as your neck, nipples, or testicles.” Neville couldn’t help
but listen carefully, the slowly growing sounds of hands on slick skin, little pants, and growing
moans. His own cock twitched, precome darkening the front of his trunks. He had to bite down on
his fist to keep in his groan.

“You should also try rubbing at the head and the slit,” Neville added, knowing those were things
that always made him moan louder. And just like it did for him Harry got louder, hand obviously
moving faster over his cock and his vocalizations sounding as if he was almost over the edge.

“I- I- Somethings happening- Neville,” Harry almost screamed, too lost in the moment to really
think about what was happening.

Neville closed his eyes, hands tightening around his ankles. “It’s okay dear, just keep going,
everything’s fine.”

And Harry did. Following his instructions to a T, turning Neville on even more than he thought
possible. When Harry called out his name as he came Neville finally gave in, not even bothering to
take his dick out, palming himself hard through his shorts, a moan punched out of him as he came.
Mouth wide open as he chanted Harry’s name like a prayer.

It took them both a while to calm down, pants tapering out. “Can you get my pajamas?” Harry
asked softly. Neville of course agreed and took the time to cast a cleaning spell out himself and
changed into his sleep pants before grabbing Harry’s and passing them through the door.

They both moved to climb into the large bed. Close together in the middle but avoiding each
other’s eyes while their fingers and legs tangled together.

“Is there… Is there anything you would like to ask about what happened?” Neville’s blush was
going down to his toes. At this point, he felt as if he would combust but he knew that if Harry had
questions Nevile would rather have him ask than keep his questions in.

Harry turned his head, his face half-buried in a soft pillow but the dark red of his human ear was
still visible. “Your penis… It was bigger than mine, is that norm-” Harry cut himself off, burying
his head further into the pillow.

Neville had to hold back a chuckle at just how innocent and inexperienced his mate was. “Yes,
Harry, it's normal for people to have different dick sizes. No two penis’ are the same.”

He could barely hear the whispered “Oh.” Neville leaned in more, scooting closer so that he could
pull Harry into his chest, trying to give Harry comfort through touch.

Harry was silent for a while before he finally spoke up again. “Ron said I was weird because my
penis was so small…”

Neville wanted to go wring the ginger’s neck, he was pissed. How dare he. “No Harry, you are a
perfectly normal length, between the two of us I am the one who is unusual. My length is far above
average.” Neville himself had been very self-conscious about how he looked naked for a very long
time but slowly he had come to accept himself as he grew into his features.

Harry was already so insecure that Neville couldn’t stand the thought of what Ron had done. And
while Neville would never body shame anyone he found it ironic that Ron had called Harry weird
for being small when Ron himself was so self-conscious about his own size.

During their first year Neville had accidentally walked in on Ron while he was toweling off in the
restroom and the redhead had blown up at the fact that Neville had seen his penis. Calling him
derogatory names and spreading rumors about him to their roommates, not that anyone cared about
them. And for someone with insecurities to push them onto someone they called their best friend
was disgusting. And Neville couldn’t be happier that Harry was finally rid of the dead-weight.

Neville pulled Harry closer, the kitsune pressing his face into Neville’s chest. Wrapping around
him like a kola, seeking comfort and Neville was all too glad to give it to him, running fingers
through soft curly hair and down a thin back. Neville stayed awake until Harry was dead asleep,
little puffs of air tickling Neville’s neck.
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Chapter Notes

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Harry’s mind was fuzzy when he woke, warm arms wrapped around his waist and hot breath on
the back of his neck. All he wanted was to be closer, to feel Neville from chest to toe, but his tail
was in the way, so he purposefully whipped his tail over his waist, moving it for the first time
consciously. He hadn’t yet internalized it as something that he could control and had been ignoring
it for the most part.

Harry scooted back, pressing his body against his mate’s. But as his bottom came to rest in the
cradle of Neville’s hips a hot, hard, length of flesh pressed against him. It took a moment for Harry
to realize what it was and when he did he couldn’t help but blush, the red going all the way down
his chest. And though he was embarrassed he couldn’t help his curiosity. Neville had been sure to
make it clear that no matter if Harry ever wanted to have any form of sex with him or not he would
always care for him. He had also made it obvious that it was Harry as a person, not just his body
that made Neville excited.

With those thoughts in mind, Harry wiggled his butt ever so slightly, feeling the rub of Neville’s
penis against him, his lower stomach fluttering at the thought of what he was doing. Harry took in a
deep breath, trying to calm his suddenly racing heart, he tangled one of his hands with Neville's
own, fingers interlacing, pulling their hand up to rest over his pounding heart. Harry just savored in
their closeness and Neville’s warmth for a few more minutes before moving again, a more bold
wiggle of hips, still gentle enough to risk not waking his friend.

But as he got bolder, his rocking back and his own penis filling Harry noticed that Neville was also
moving unconsciously. It wasn’t until Neville let out a low moan against Harry’s neck that he
finally realized what he was doing. The moan caused a shiver to tingle down his spine, his tail
wagging under the blankets.

Harry flinched, and as slowly as he could, rolled out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, penis now
completely hard and insistent. And while Harry one part of his mind was screaming at him for
taking advantage of his friend, it was drowned out by the rest of him begging for him to touch
himself. And he felt like a slave to his body's wants, hand shooting almost against his will to grip
himself through his silk sleep plant. It was so good, and Harry remembered just how good it had
felt last night when he finally pushed through his nerves. It had been marvelous.

And it was the memories of Neville’s soothing, deep voice, coaching him through his first time
masturbating, that got him through it now. His knees buckled, forcing him to the floor as his hand
reached into his pants. As he went down his grip around himself tightened in response. His knees
and one hand hitting hard against the tile along with the uncomfortable grip on himself caused
Harry to grunt in pain. But Harry was still too needy to stop, his hips rocking, hand pumping his
penis, his tail up in the air, and sleep pants slipping down his thighs, exposing his bum to the cold
air. Thoughts of the feel of Neville’s penis hard against his butt and back, and that one day he
would maybe see it. Touch it. Taste it.

Harry was soon moaning, growing louder and higher in pitch until he was finally orgasming. His
arm buckling dropped his face and chest to the ground, the cool tiles feeling wonderful against his
heated cheek. Ejaculate splatting against the floor as his pants echoed in the large restroom.

What Harry didn’t know was that Neville had awoken halfway through Harry’s hips moving, but it
wasn’t until he moaned and Harry rushed out of bed that he realized it wasn’t just a dream. And
then to hear his mate getting off just in the other room, Neville couldn’t help but join him in what
he was doing. Teeth biting down into his fist to keep himself quiet, savoring in every noise Harry
made.

David had invited Remus to come to his team’s research center, and when they arrived David was
quick to introduce them all. Elaina Ross was their leader, an over 700-year-old thunderbird, who
was as inquisitive as she was determined. And the latest project she had them all take up was
solving the curse of bitten werewolves. The other four members of his team, Quinn, Roan, Alicia,
and Moragan were quick to welcome Remus into the fold. Their questions became progressively
more intrusive, but Remus took to it gracefully, answering every question with the detached
perspective of a scientist giving a report.

It wasn’t long before the seven of them were pouring over all of their research notes, Remus taking
to their dynamic like a fish to water. And from the look on Elaina’s face, David could tell an
employment contract was in Remus’ future.

Lucius was sitting in one of the armchairs in his study, Severus sat across from him, both with a
glass of oak barreled a scotch in hand. “Your creature side being unbound like that must have been
a shock,” Lucius stated between sips. Lucius was still furious on his friend’s behalf at what had
happened. For so long he had thought Severus hated him for some reason but to know that he had
been enslaved and forced to behave the way his son had reported was intolerable to Lucius. He
would do whatever he could to help his friend, and part of that was reigniting their friendship.

Lucius felt horrible that he hadn’t done more for his friend, that he had just accepted Severus’
distance. So now he would do anything he could to help the man sitting across from him. Though
he couldn’t help but mentally roll his eyes at the crush his son thought he was keeping hidden and
be thankful that his friend seemed oblivious. At least he could look Severus in the eyes and know
he wasn’t fornicating with his son.

“I’m just relieved the bindings finally broke,” Severus confessed as he took another sip of scotch.
The night after Severus arrived at Malfoy manor Lucius had forced, as gently as he could, Severus
to talk about what had happened. He had even broken down in front of the older man, Lucius
awkwardly holding him through his furious tears.

They sat in silence for a bit longer, the crackling of the nearby fireplace and the shifting of cloth
being the only thing to interrupt the quiet. Finally, Lucius spoke up as he set his empty glass on the
nearby side table. “I can get you in contact with a Draken friend of mine to help you gain control of
your creature side if you wish.”

Severus just nodded curtly, not wanting to admit that he needed help in this area.

Sirius, who normally continued sleeping well after Remus left the bed, had been the first one up
that day. His mind was still racing over what he had found out yesterday. His baby brother, who he
had spent years mourning, was alive. Not well, but alive. The dementor’s favorite memories to
torment him with were the deaths of Regulus, James, and Lily. If it wasn’t for his ability to
transform into his animagus form, the despair both memories caused would have driven him mad
beyond repair. And, even though he knew he would never have James and Lily back, had held
their cooling, lifeless bodies within his arms, he at least now had Reggie.

Reggie was still lying in the same position on his hospital bed when Sirius finally arrived at
Gryffindor Manor for the day. And now that he was more in control of his emotions he was able to
gather himself enough to approach Anna and Godric, and that was still crazy to him, to ask about
his brother’s condition. Anna had given him the basics but he had been too emotional to ask more
in-depth questions.

“How much longer before Regulus is woken up?” Sirius questioned, still holding Regulus’ warm,
alive, hand in his.

“We were hoping to wake him today, with your permission. And then start contacting the next of
kin for everyone else within the coming days. We want to make sure that if at all possible no one
wakes up without a familiar face since the last thing they will likely remember would be
traumatic.” Anna explained.

Sirius was quick to agree with waking Regulus, happiness bubbling within him. But he still asked
the two questions about Regulus' condition. They told him that his brother’s muscles, despite
Salazar’s potions, would be weak for a month. And that he would need to take daily potions to help
him heal faster, but that overall Regulus was doing surprisingly well for what had happened.

It was with that, that Sirius stood anxiously as Anna began casting the spells to wake Regulus. The
unnatural stillness left Regulus, a small crease forming between his brows as he started to wake.
Sirius had stopped breathing, afraid that there would be something wrong with his baby brother,
insane possibilities running amuck through his mind. He knew they were impossible but that didn’t
stop his thoughts. It was to the point that when his brother finally opened his eyes Sirius was on
the edge of a panic attack.

But it was Regulus, looking up at him first in confusion and then in relief, that finally brought him
back to reality. And before he could stop himself he was practically laying on top of Regulus, face
pressed into his brother’s neck, tears pouring from his eyes. It wasn’t long before Regulus had
joined him, his own sobs loud, his weak arms like tight iron bands around Sirius. Their shared
desperation and relief were almost palpable.

They spent the rest of the day like that, bodies tangled together and foreheads pressed together as
they cried, laughed, and whispered their fears, their anger as Sirius explained what happened to
him, and their hope for the future.

Sirius hadn’t felt more human than this since before Azkaban. He felt like the fog that was
clouding his mind was finally dissipating. That he was finally becoming himself again.

Regulus explained what it had been like for him, floating in a void with no sense of time, only to be
assaulted by violent bursts of horrifying memories. Flashes of his childhood and the war mixing in
a most terrifying way. How he thought he would be stuck in that place forever, slowly thinking he
was losing his mind. Maybe the void was his memories and the flashes were real life.

His outrage that his brother had gone through something so similar, and his relief that Sirius was
now free and back with Remus shook them both. Regulus had known from the first letter that
Sirius sent home in first year that Sirius and Remus would spend the rest of their lives together,
though he hadn’t then known it would be in marriage. Regulus was grateful that his brother had the
other man.
Regulus knew that Remus would have already thought of getting Sirius into therapy, the man was
too sensible not to, but he was worried that since his brother was a fugitive it wouldn’t have
happened yet. He would have to convince his brother that they needed to move to one of the other
realms for all their safety. Regulus was sure they would be able to get Sirius granted asylum.

It wasn’t until then that Regulus remembered something extremely important. “Is Harry okay?”
Regulus had only seen one photo of the boy, a picture of Sirius holding him the night of his birth
that Kreacher had smuggled to him. He had looked at it for hours, the pure happiness and bliss
within his brother’s eyes as he held the baby, one hand gently caressing the child’s cheek. And the
baby who was asleep, only to open his eyes towards the end of the photo loop, revealing startlingly
bright green eyes. Regulus had almost given in and not burned the photo but he knew he had to
keep both Sirius and the adorable little babe safe.

Regulus knew that the boy had become the center of Sirius’ world and he was sure if he hadn’t
survived Sirius would break beyond repair.

Sirius seemed to brighten at the name letting Regulus know the boy was okay, “Harry is 16 now,
and he went through a creature inheritance. He has gotten even more adorable with his little fox tail
and ears.” Sirius was smiling so wide now. And though Regulus knew that his brother would
always find his godson adorable there was something in the intensity of his words that spoke to the
madness Azkaban had left him with.

And while Regulus knew that Sirius would never risk Harry’s life in any way, shape, or form, he
was making plans already to make sure they were both in therapy.

“You’ll be coming to live with us of course,” Sirius stated, gripping Reg a little tighter as if he was
worried his brother would object. “We are currently in Terradore, living with Harry’s adoptive
family, you’ll like them.”

Regulus couldn’t help but wonder about these people with who Sirius had trusted his pup with.

Lyle had burst into their room, bounce in his step, and clippers in his hand as he rounded Harry up
to finally cut his hair so that it would be done when they went to visit the Ouroboros school this
afternoon with Augusta and Bartok.

Neville had had to hide in the bed for a little while longer for his morning wood to finally go
down. He had been so comfortable, all cuddled up to Harry, just enjoying their shared warmth and
beating hearts.

Lyle was tilting Harry’s head this way and that as Neville looked on. “What do you think?”

“You could always shave the sides, to get a mohawk. That would keep most of the hair out of his
ears.” Neville replied, hand coming up to rub at his slightly stubbly jaw.

Neville proceeded to walk over towards the sink, pulling out his wand and casting a shaving spell
as he watched the stubble vanish in the mirror.

Harry was still half asleep, eyes closed and tail hugged to his chest. But he had mumbled out that
he trusted Lyle to make his hair look nice, knowing that if he didn’t like it there was a potion to
make his hair grow and they could try again.

Lyle was gentle as the clipper glided against his scalp, hair disappearing as it was cut so as to not
make a mess. Soon Harry’s curls were only between his fox ears, in a curly mohawk. And the boy
now fully awakened as he turned this way and that, looking at his new hairstyle at every angle he
could. Neville was quick to conjure a mirror so that Harry could see what the back of his head
looked like.

Harry was grinning, all his teeth on display, and Neville couldn’t help but think the little fangs
were adorable. Lyle kissed Harry’s forehead before leaving to allow the two to get showered and
dress for the day.

While Neville took a shower first Harry stood in his closet, he wanted to make a good impression
on his new headmistress. He wanted to look like a respectable young man, unlike the scruffy
ruffian he had looked like when he first showed up at Hogwarts, like all of Little Surrey thought he
was. Harry finally settled on a white button-up and a navy sweater vest along with a pair of slacks.
He knew he looked overdressed, and he didn’t feel like himself in these clothes, but he would deal
with it to make sure the staff of his new school didn’t think ill of him.

Bartok watched as Neville wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist as they stepped into the floo,
Augusta having already gone ahead. He was thankful that his son had such a loving mate but that
didn’t stop his Draken side from grumbling at the fact someone was touching his baby boy.

Bartok knew that he would feel this way no matter how old his children were and that he needed to
keep it under wraps for the well-being of his son and his future. He had carefully watched,
scrutinizing the young Longbottom over the past five days since he had bonded with his child.
Each interaction he watched between the two had eased his apprehension. The tenderness and care
he treated his son with was all he could hope for in a mate for Harry. His son was very naive when
it came to certain areas and he needed a gentle guiding hand, and it seemed that Neville was that
for him.

Bartok sighed before stepping through the floo, calling for the Ouroboros entrance hall. He was
greeted by his party and the Head Mistress. She was an elderly woman, stooped over and using a
tieghemella wood staff with giant raw morganite crystal to keep her up. Her grandmotherly smile
and physique were quite deceptive, Headmistress Wyndstra was one of the foremost battle mages
to ever live. Even now, if she were to step onto a battlefield, her side would win almost no matter
what. Out of all the schools in Terradore, she was the most powerful Head. She could have run any
of the schools but she had chosen to stay at Ouroboros, she had claimed her reason was so that the
youngest of their society could have as much protection as possible. She went as far as to require
all staff to be proficient in battle magic to ensure if the worst happened there would be a place to
keep all the children safe.

Headmistress Wyndstra had been a young girl during the Great Purge and had seen the horrors of
mass genocide. After she was finally safe, she had dedicated her life to being a protector of the
innocent. She obviously knew what had happened to Harry, Bartok could see it by the protective
glint in her eye and gentle smile on her face. Harry seemed to perk up under her gaze, hand going to
hold Nevilles within his own.

Bartok relaxed knowing his son would be safe here.

When Harry stepped out of the fireplace, Neville’s arm was around his waist, pulling their bodies
together. Harry first noticed the number of fireplaces, there were many and above each one was a
giant portrait, all of them showing landscapes of strange places with strange plants and animals.
The elderly woman in front of him, who he hadn’t noticed until now, spoke up. “The portraits show
which realm the fireplace goes to. If you look behind you the portrait above that fireplace is of
Terradore.”

“Greetings Headmistress Wyndstra, I am Dowager Augusta Longbottom. And this is my grandson

Neville and his mate Harry Potter.” Augusta spoke up, motioning to each of the boys in turn.

“It’s nice to meet you all, it’s good to see you as well Bartok,” Mrs. Wyndstra replied. Harry
looked over his shoulder to where his papa was now standing. He relaxed, knowing that if anything
happened, his papa and Augusta would protect them both. Trusted in their abilities in this strange
new place.

As the Headmistress led them around the main areas of the school she explained how everything
worked, that students could come and go as they liked as long as they attended every class, but if
they missed a set number the privilege would be taken away and they would have to stay till the
end of the day. There was a point system but it was for each student alone, and at the end of the
year a number of awards would be given out to the student body. She also explained that there
would be a staff of Aurors to protect everyone and help direct students around the castle. And that
there were also tutors who could be contacted to schedule meetings for anyone having trouble in
class. There was also a large number of clubs and after-school activities that they could sign up for
on the second day of school. The first day would be spent guiding students around to their classes
and going over the syllabus for each course. There were also counselors who could help any
student with school-related issues throughout the year. Harry was also glad to hear there was no
uniform since he had grown so attached to his soft sweaters.

As they walked through the school, Harry was amazed by it. The walls of the castle were made out
of white gleaming stone. It looked as if it was all one piece. The ceilings were all tall, leaving
students with wings free to fly about along with taller than normal students the ability to walk
comfortably along with decorative rafters for students to sit along. The windows were giant,
looking out onto well-manicured gardens, fountains, benches, and sculptures dotting the place.
There were also beautiful stained glass windows, depicting historical scenes from all the realms.
The Headmistress commented that they, along with the portraits and paintings were part of the
history class. The students learned about each one and the history surrounding what they depicted
and visited portraits of people who had been a part of history.

There was a canal down each side of the hallways, many bridges going over the waterways, which
were apparently for aquatic students, though many other students would sit on the edge with their
feet in the water to talk to aquatic friends.

The Headmistress explained that each year had their own floor, with the first years being on the
ground floor. There were many large elevators for students with four legs or in their animal form to
get to each floor, and people were allowed to be in their nonhuman form if they wished. Students
were also encouraged to bring their familiars as they could help control some people's magic and
made for good support on hard days. When they got to the library harry was in awe, there was a
large dome glass ceiling, making the whole room light and airy, and it was seven stories with giant
bookshelves and desks scattered around. There were also couches and soft chairs of all types, even
hammocks.

Lastly, they toured the grounds. Harry was excited to see there was a huge area dedicated to all
different types of animals and Neville was practically drooling at the sight of the massive
greenhouses. By the end of the tour, both boys were certain this is where they wanted to go to
school and were sure to make that perfectly clear to their guardians. With that, they signed the
papers provided by Headmistress Wyndstra to formalize their transfer.
Fred and George followed their father and eldest brother into Gringotts bank, hands gripped tight
together, both their knuckles white. Ever since they found out that woman had had their creature
sides bound, they had been in a constant state of low-level panic. They didn’t know what to expect.
Their father had told them about all the creatures that had married into either side of the family, the
most likely inheritance they would gain being that of an imp. Imps being known for their
mischievous leanings would fit with their love of pranks, but imps also had a bit of a bad reputation
in Wizarding Britain.

Their father and brothers had been very supportive, reassuring them that no matter what they
would love them and that there was nothing to worry about. Their support had been the only thing
fending off a full-blown panic attack.

Bill being a well-respected Curse-Breaker was able to ask the Goblin healers to unbind the twins as
a favor since he had often gone above and beyond while at work, which was how he had gotten so
high in the ranks, and they saw this as a way to reward his hard work.

Bill greeted most of the Goblins they passed by name as they made their way through Gringotts
towards the healing ward. The rest of the family made sure to mimic the slight bows he gave. The
Goblins were doing them a huge favor, and they were sure to be respectful of that.

Arthur would do anything for his children, even take out any number of loans for a medical
problem such as this. But he was thankful he didn’t have to run the risk of defaulting on a loan.
Arthur had been worrying over what to do, trying his best to ensure his boys didn’t see it. The
stress over the last week was weighing down on him, but having all his boys back at home to help
support him was the only thing keeping him together. So when Bill came to him saying he talked
to his boss to get the twins in to see a healer Arthur was both relieved and ashamed. Ashamed that
he couldn’t handle this on his own and that he had to rely on his son to ensure Fred and George’s
health. Doubts of being a good father surfaced again.

He had no time for that, right now he needed to be the support all his sons needed. Arthur watched
in silent anxiety as his boys were guided up onto an enlarged bed, the healers obviously
understanding that separating them at this point wouldn’t be productive to the healing process.

George was whispering reassurance in their shared mind, trying his best to keep them both calm
and the Goblin healer started waving around her long pointy fingers, rings of all metals, stones, and
gems covering her fingers, glowing off and on in almost hypnotizing patterns. Fred had his arm
wrapped around his brother, hand itching to pull his wand on the woman casting unknown magic
on him. But he knew this was needed and that most of his reaction was just the pent-up panic he
had been feeling.

“Lay down on your fronts and we will begin the unbinding once we have put you in a magical
coma. If your father’s reports of your family history are correct you have a chance of growing a tail
and wings. If this is what happens the change will be painful at first and it is best that you don’t
have to experience that pain.” The healer explained. “This should only take an hour at the most,
and once we wake you up you should be fine.”

They laid down, fingers entwined and facing each other. “Don’t worry Georgie, we’ll be fine,”
Fred said, trying to reassure them both. George scooted forward a bit, pressing their foreheads
together.

“Don’t worry Freddy, Dad, and Bill are here to protect us.”
 They were soon drifting off, fingers squeezing one last time before they were completely out.

Arthur watched on anxiously as the healer first swapped their clothes for a back tying gown so that
if they did gain new features they wouldn’t have to rip through clothes or be trapped under them.
The healer then began to chant, the magic building within the room, chains slowly becoming
visible before shattering in an almighty burst.

And with that, a pair of black leathery wings, a whip-like long tail along with a pair of twisting
square horns that ended in a point burst into being on each twin. A bloody mucus-like substance
covering them all. The healer was quick to cast a spell to clean the boys off, carefully inspecting
the new appendages to check and make sure they had grown incorrectly.

Bill and Arthur were soon left to watch over the two sleeping boys while their magic settled into
their new forms.

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Chapter End Notes

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 Goodbye
Chapter Notes

Sorry this took so long and that it's so short but I hope you enjoy it.

Neville was up early on the last day of his stay with the Claremores, just watching Harry sleep as
they faced each other. Neville reached out, gently brushing a soft curl out of his mate’s face,
watching as Harry’s nose scrunched up a bit.

Ever since Neville saw Harry on the train ride he had a crush on the other boy. Harry had looked
right at him, with no judgment and a bright smile on his face. Neville had never felt so seen, and
when Harry asked for his name, holding out a small hand he couldn’t help but want to hold that
hand forever. And when they touched Neville felt a spark go down his spine, his whole body
lighting up, his magic singing within him. He would later ask his grandmother about this reaction
late at night in hushed whispers. Augusta had smiled fondly and told him the story of his parent’s
first meeting, revealing that Frank had the same reaction to shaking Alice’s hand. And that his
father had written home that very day, proclaiming that she was the woman he would marry.

Neville had fallen more and more in love with the other boy by the day. It started with Harry
helping Neville with classwork when he noticed how much of a hard time he was having. The
smaller boy even defended him when others whispered that Neville was a squib with the ferocity
of a lion. Harry never treated him like he was stupid or became impatient with him as Hermione
did. No Harry just smiled when asked to explain something again and went at it in a slightly
different way until he learned the best way to explain things to Neville. Their relationship grew
from there, spending hours talking while Ron was downstairs challenging people to chess or was
sitting in front of the common room radio listening to quidditch matches. And Harry would
accompany Neville to the greenhouse during their free time, all smudged in dirt with beaming
smiles. Neville had never seen such a beautiful being.

And since they bonded Neville had only fallen more in love. He knew it might seem creepy but he
was completely devoted to the young man across from him. If Harry asked him to jump Neville
would do it without hesitation. But part of why he loved Harry so much was that knew the young
man would never do anything to betray his trust. Doing so would be an anathema to the young
Kitsune.

Neville sighed, gently brushing his thumb over Harry’s soft cheek before rolling out of bed, careful
to make sure he didn’t disturb his sleeping mate. He padded over to the bathroom to take a morning
shower. By the time he was finished Harry was sitting up in bed, squinting and blinking rapidly,
trying to clear the sleep from his eyes. He looked adorable, hair all mussed up, tail wrapped up in
his arms like a teddy bear, and long-sleeved silk pajama shirt falling off one shoulder. Neville
wanted to swoon at how beautiful he looked but held back the impulse, simply kneeling over to
give his mate a kiss on the temple before walking into the closet to get dressed for the day.

Salazar was proud to have had a woman like Augusta Longbottom nee Black as an alumnus of his
house. She was everything he epitomized when they were deciding on how to sort the students but
she also had the loyalty that Helga so admired. She had approached him the day they woke
Regulus Black to inform them she knew who Fabian and Gideon Prewett’s next of kin were along
with the best way to contact them. This was why he and Godric were currently in a private room in
the British Gringotts branch waiting for the Weasley-Prewett family to arrive.

Godric and Salazar were sitting on one side of a large stone table, holding hands and chatting
quietly when their guests finally arrived. A gaggle of red-headed men entered the room; four of the
six were adults while the two younger were twins. Salazar could tell by their horns, wings, and
long whip-like tail that they were imps, though they likely had no control currently over their forms
since walking around with such features was now rare in wizarding Britain. Salazar made a mental
note to pull them aside after their fathers were awake so that he could give them a quick lesson in
control.

The men all quickly sat down, Arthur and Bill Weasley sitting directly across from the two
founders. “Welcome, we know it must have caused a bit of confusion to be asked to meet at
Gringotts with two strangers. Let me introduce myself and my partner, Godric Gryffindor and
Salazar Slytherin at your service.” Godric bowed his head while Salazar gave a curt nod.

The men across from them were obviously shocked, but it was Bill who pulled himself together
first introducing all his family members in turn. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both, but now I find
myself even more confused as to why you asked us for a meeting.”

Godric could see the tenseness in the young man’s shoulders, it reminded him of how warriors who
were on edge held themselves, and Godric couldn’t blame him. Both he and Sal were long thought
dead so to have them reappear and specifically call for the family in front of them must be putting
the Weasley-Prewetts wary.

“I think giving you a bit of background might make the situation clearer,” Sal spoke up, leaning
back in his chair, crossing his long legs.

“Of course, dear,” Godric rolled his eyes, placing a large hand on his lover's slender thigh.

“Wait!” The twin Bill had identified as Fred burst in.

“Wait!” George then followed, leaning forward, eyes bouncing between the two older men. “The
two of you-”

“Are fucking?!” Fred blurted out, blush high on his cheeks and mouth gaping slightly.

Salazar took one slow blink and watched how the men across from him reacted. Arthur and Percy
both planted their faces in their palms, Bill groaned and Charlie just smirked at the two men across
from him.

Godric’s head tilted back, letting loose a deep belly laugh, eyes twinkling in mirth as the tension in
the room was broken. “Yes, young mischief-makers, we are indeed, as you say, fucking.” Salazar
slapped Godric’s pec in reprimand.

“Unfortunately, our relationship is indeed of a romantic nature,” Sal rolled his eyes at Godric’s
childish pout. “History seems to have forgotten this.” Salazar would never understand how history
had gotten their relationship so wrong. Sal almost started laughing himself when he picked up a
barely audible ‘That’s so hot!’ from one of the Imps.

Arthur pulled his face from his hands and smiled over at his youngest children fondly, “Please
excuse my sons’ nosiness.” Percy reached out and gently pinched both his brothers as a reprimand.
“No need to worry, I know the two of them pretty well.” Godric waved it away easily, he had
found the twin's pranks highly amusing and it had been one of the highlights during his
enslavement along with the efforts of the Marauders. The rest of the Weasley-Prewetts looked over
at the two youngest at the claim, Fred and George looked at Godric with tilted heads, trying to
figure out where they might have met the man before.

“Godric, stop confusing them,” Salazar commanded playfully, squeezing Godric’s large bicep as
he did. “It might be best if you just showed them to help make things clear.”

Goric tilted his head in agreement, before simultaneously changing into his phoenix form and
launching himself in the air, glorious wings spread wide before flashing to land on Sal’s shoulder.
Salazar scoffed, muttering “Show-off” under his breath. The phoenix nipped hard at the shell of his
lover’s ear in reprimand.

“Fawks?!” Percy squawked, his glasses almost falling off his nose and his mouth opened slightly
from the shock.

Godric whipped his head around towards the young man, screeching in anger at the hated name.
Most of the Weasley-Prewetts jumped back in shock at the furious sound and blazing look in
Godric’s eyes.

Sal reached out, running a calming hand down Godric’s back to help calm the ruffled feathers. The
phoenix turned his head to hide it in his mate's soft black locks. Godric had been trying to forget
what had happened to him, but it finally got to the point where he could no longer deny it, Salazar
even going so far as to ask Anna Claremore for recommendations for a mind healer. Godric had
only been to two sessions so far but the healing had already started. The first session had just been
him growing to trust his mind healer, Alexia Manigees, and the second session had just been spent
breaking down. By the time their second session was over Salazar had to carry him home and up to
their bedroom to take a nap his eyes puffy from crying. The name ‘Fawkes’ was just a reminder of
all the things that had happened to him.

Salazar took up telling the story of what happened to his mate, knowing that it was still too fresh a
wound for Godric to speak of. All of the Weasley-Prewetts were horrified by what happened, Bill
and Charlie’s eyes both hard as steel.

“So this brings us to where we are now.” Salazar motioned to the room around them before going
back to comforting his lover. “Within the prison, Dumbledore set up we found both Gideon and
Fabian Prewett-”

“Take us to them,” Arthur Weasley nearly growled, his Gryffindor side on full display.

Godric jumped from Salazar’s shoulder to land on the table, his tail feathers fanned out so
everyone could easily reach one. “If you will gently grab hold of one of Godric’s feathers he will
transport us to the infirmary in Gryffindor Manor.” Salazar reached out to hold onto one of
Godric’s primary feathers while the Weasley-Prewetts each grabbed hold of a flight feather. They
were soon pulled through a flaming vortex to land within the manor’s infirmary, right outside of
the curtains that blocked off the Prewett twin's beds from the rest of the hall.

Godric changed forms mid-air, landing gracefully at Salazar’s side. “We wanted you all to be here
when we woke them, we were also informed by a friend that you have all had your memories of
your life with Gideon and Fabian blocked, if you would be willing Salazar is a master at the mind
arts and would be willing to remove the blocks before we wake them.”

All the Weasley-Prewetts were quick to agree to have their memories restored once the curtains
around the twin’s bed were opened. The two red-haired men laying peacefully together on the
enlarged bed, limbs tangled and chest rising and falling smoothly. Salazar made quick work of
dissolving the mental blocks on all the men, handing out headache cures to help with the sudden
influx of memories.

Soon Gideon and Fabian’s bed was surrounded, and with one quick spell from Godric the two were
waking and soon covered with their family members, all expressing their sorrow at their separation
and delight with their reunion.

Godric and Salazar walked away to check on their other patients, both wanting to give the newly
reunited family some privacy. This would be the only family they personally brought to meet their
loved ones, they had asked Anna for a few healers who could take over and she delivered. There
were five healers from Terradore meeting with families and tending to the patients.

Sirius and Remus were sitting in Bartok’s office, Sirius nervously chewing on the side of his
thumb. The tall man in front of him had already done so much to help him and his, and he was
worried about asking this man for more. But he would. He would do anything for his family, and
right now this was the safest place for them to be. Especially since Dumbledore was still out there,
his brother needed to be protected and there was plenty of protection here. They even had a
renowned Auror currently living with them. So he suppressed his pride and asked.

“I am sure Anna and Issy have told you that my brother was found alive. I-” Sirius swallowed hard
before continuing, “I want to ask you if you would be willing to allow my brother to take refuge in
your home?” Sirius' words got quieter as he went.

Bartok was quick to give a large smile, standing up and walking up to Sirius, clapping him on the
shoulder. “Sirius, Remus, your family now, and we will do anything to help you. Of course,
Regulus can stay here.”

Sirius couldn’t help but slump into Remus’ side as he sighed in relief. Anna had declared Regulus
fit to be moved and Sirius wanted nothing more than to keep his brother close. Scared that if he let
his Reggie out of his sight again that he would be taken once more, or worse. Sirius shook his head
subtly, forcing himself not to think about it. Instead, he just smiled up at Bartok.

Harry and Neville had decided to spend their last day together splitting their time between walking
the gardens hand in hand and stealing chaste kisses. They also ate a picnic lunch in a secluded
grove of trees. They both knew that Auror Graves was posted somewhere nearby but it didn’t
bother them, the man had been considerate in the way he handled watching them. He never made
them feel hovered over or watched.

Because of that, it was easy for Harry to lean over, pressing close to Neville as he claimed his
mouth. Throughout the day he had become bolder with each kiss. He knew he wouldn’t see Neville
for a bit, not until the Quidditch World Cup where they would meet up again.

So he was taking full advantage of the time he had now. As they shared closed mouth kisses Harry
did something he hadn’t done before, he tentatively stuck out the tip of his tongue, running it along
Neville's top lip. Neville let out a low moan that rumbled through his chest and Harry, following
his instincts, threw a leg over Neville’s thighs up on his knees so that he was above his mate. Take
satisfaction in being taller for once as he continued to lick at Neville’s mouth, not entirely sure
what he was doing. But Neville was soon opening his mouth, their tongues touching awkwardly,
their teeth clashing as they both tried to get closer. They both started giggling, breathing in each
other's breath, Neville’s hands skating up Harry’s sides, coming to rest with one on the small of his
back, just above his tail, and the other holding his neck as they kissed.

Percival had been following the two boys, doing his best to allow the pair their privacy. He was
currently standing behind a tree, scanning the area for any possible threat, magic monitoring the
wards around the property. He looked from his place behind the tree into the clearing, wanting to
check on the young men who were currently having a picnic. Percival turned back sharply, a light
flush dusting his cheeks. He knew the two were young and hormone-driven, and from what he had
observed Harry was just discovering his sexuality so he wasn’t truly surprised that he had
accidentally gotten an eyeful.

Percival quickly used a deafening charm, not wanting to interrupt more than he had to. All of his
focus was going towards feeling the magic around him for any fluctuations. Unfortunately, he
couldn’t turn off all his senses since he was still on duty, so he was keenly aware of the two boy’s
magic building, wavering as they got closer and closer to orgasm. And all Percival could do was
close his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose when wildflowers sprouted under his feet.

Neville and Harry were curled up in a window seat within the library, Neville’s arm was around
his mate’s waist as they read from the same book on magical creatures. Harry’s tail flopped over
both of their laps, Neville absentmindedly stroking the tip.

Neville felt boneless and relaxed, the surprising bold move from Harry having left him satisfied
and content. They had both gotten off in their pants, mindlessly rubbing against each other. It had
been quick and messy but it made Neville happy just to know how much Harry trusted him with.
His little mate had made so much progress in accepting his own sexuality and body and Neville
loved to see him flourishing.

They continued to read for hours, wrapped in each other and with their magic singing together. As
they basked in the lowering sunlight, Tiptop finally called them down for dinner, the elf smiling at
the two because of how happy her little master looked.

They all walked back into the main dining room, Neville’s grandmother already sitting primly at
the foot of the table with Sirius and David next to her. Tiptop had made beef wellington for dinner
with all the fixings. The meal was scrumptious and everyone enjoyed the conversations they had. It
was nice and Neville had never felt more at home. The house was full of life, unlike Longbottom
manor.

By the time dinner and dessert were done and they were all comfortably stuffed, Augusta asked
Tiptop to pack up Neville’s belongings so that the two young ones could have a few more minutes
together. Sharing chaste kisses, Harry’s full-body blushed at the fact they were doing this in front
of their family until he finally grew too embarrassed and hid his face in Neville’s muscular chest.

Augusta couldn’t help but see Frank and Alice in the two, though Frank had been the bashful one.
Alice was a strong woman who knew how to achieve her goals and Augusta had been delighted
with Frank’s choice of wife, especially when the woman had gone to her to learn anything Augusta
was willing to teach her how to protect the family.

Augusta had to practically drag her grandson away from young Harry. Neville pouted at her to try
and convince his grandmother to let him stay, but she would have none of it. Some distance would
do the two some good. Augusta just gave her child a sharp look, the one that said she wouldn’t be
taking anyone's shit and Neville deflated, huffing out before giving Harry one last hug and walking
with her to the floor.

Remus and David were sitting in the library a dozen books on cuniform surrounding them. It was a
personal interest of both men, something Remus had found out when David mentioned working on
his pet project of helping build cuniform into a full magical runic language. Remus lit up, jumping
into a discussion with David and following the man to the library to look over his notes and asking
Sirius to retrieve his own.

They had both been holed up in the massive library that David had been filling out since bonding
into the Claremore clan, geeking out over the research in front of them. At some point Sirius had
joined them in his Padfoot form, Remus just flicking his wand absentmindedly to widen his chair
so Sirius could curl up next to him with his large head in Remus’ lap.

The bitten werewolf had kept a hand on Padfoot since, knowing his mate was having a bad day if
he was spending so much time in this form today.

Sirius had made a good amount of progress since moving in with the Claremores. Anna had gently
demanded that Sirius see a mind healer daily, and Sirius, who wanted to be his best for both Remus
and Harry, quickly agreed. His healer had attributed Sirius' progress to Sirius wanting to be better
and to his ability to retreat into his animagus form while in Azkaban. Despite this, Sirius still
wasn’t well, though he did everything in his power to hide that from Harry, and spent most of his
time in his animagus form.

More than once Sirius had transformed mid-nightmare unconsciously, and Remus had just pulled
his mate in closer and curled his fingers into the long fur of Padfoot's ruff while Sirius snuffled into
Remus’ neck.

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 Everybody hates Umbridge
Chapter Notes

Unbeta'd. Heres the next chapter hope ya like it. Mostly just more relationship set up.

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Harry woke alone in a too large bed, already missing Neville and the warmth and safety he felt
when the other was near. He sighed, crawling out of bed and lazily getting ready for the day,
sleepily heading down to the breakfast room, his whole family already at the table. But to his
surprise there was a new person sitting between Anna and Sirius. The man looked a lot like Sirius
but had much softer features, fuller lips and a less angular jaw.

Harry sat down across from his godfather, looking curiously over at the new comer. Sirius noticed
where he was looking and was quick to introduce him. “Pup, this is my little brother Regulus,
Reggie this is my godson Harry Potter.” Sirius smiled at both of them, ignoring the way his brother
pouted at being called little.

Breakfast was a little stilted, everyone careful to include Regulus in everything, making sure to
give him background information on everything that was going on. Harry watched the other man
through his eyelashes. Always unsure about how to act around strangers, but pleased at how
Regulus’ presence brightened Sirius’ whole demeanor. His godfather looked as if a ton had been
lifted from his shoulders, and Remus was beaming just as much, obviously happy his mate had his
brother back.

Harry gathered up his courage, asking the first thing that popped up into his mind, “Do you like
flying?”

Sirius burst into howling laughter, throwing an arm around his brother’s shoulders as Regulus
slouched down in his seat, arms crossed over his chest and lips turning into an exaggerated pout.

“My brother might be the most graceful person when on the ground, but the moment he’s off it he
is an absolute mess.” Sirius continued to laugh as he reminisced. “When I taught him how to fly I
had to sit behind him on the broom to make sure he didn’t crash after the first time. He might as
well be a diricawl for how well he can fly.”

“Siri!” Regulus whined, hitting his brother’s chest while hiding a flushing face into his neck. And
with that the awkwardness was finally broken, conversation finally flowing. The more Harry got to
know the man the more at ease he became.

Neville had to transform one of his pillows into a fluffy body pillow to get to bed the night before
after tossing and turning for an hour. Already missing the weight of his mate in his arms despite it
having been only a few days they spent together. But it was something he would have to deal with,
and one day he would be able to live with Harry for the rest of his life.

Neville and Augusta were directing the house-elves to pack up the manor and move everything to
the manor in Terradore. Both to be closer to his parents, his mate, and his new school and to get
away from Dumbledore and his influence. Neville had seen his grandmother’s plotting face and
knew she would be doing something to get back at the man. She had even instructed Neville to be
ready to attend the Wizengamot today, apparently it was a meeting to discuss the fact Harry no
longer lived in Britain and what to do about it. Neville knew his gran would make sure nothing
happened to her future son-in-law and Neville would be right by her side in that. Augusta also
wanted to be there to ensure nothing happened to Bartok while he was within the Ministry.
Augusta had even called in a favor to Madam Bones to explain the situation and make sure her
department didn’t arrest the man. He also expected to see Auror Graves with Mr. Claremore as the
man was a well known powerhouse, even in Britain, people would second guess before trying
anything. But then again he also knew how much Bartok would want Percival Graves to stay with
Harry.

If anything started up Neville would jump right in to defend the man who had saved his little mate.
Underage magic rules be damned.

Neville went upstairs to change into the uniform robes of heirs attending the Wizengamot. Most of
his room was already moved to their new home the only things left to move were his plants but he
was too protective over his babies to let anyone, even the elves that had helped raise him move
them. The robes were a dark periwinkle, both the lord and heir robes coming from a time when
purple and blue were considered rare dyes.

His grandmother was waiting for him by the floo, going through first as she always did so that if
anything went wrong she would be able to defend him. His grandmother had been a champion
dueler, only dethroned by the new up and comer Filius Flitwick. The two still met up monthly to
duel each other, sharing tips. Neville had grown up watching the two in awe.

It wasn’t until he gained confidence in himself before he could fully internalize those lessons his
grandmother had been subtly teaching him.

Neville stepped through the floo and into the Ministry of Magic, his grandmother watching
everyone around carefully for any sign of danger. Neville wished his grandmother would be able to
relax but they both knew the darkness that hid within their world. By the time they got to the
Wizengamot chambers they were already half full, Neville giving small nods to all the heirs he
went to school with, receiving the same back. He took his set next to his gran, to the left and
slightly behind her. Neville scanned the chambers picking out where Mr. Claremore sat tensely in
the guests and news section.

The session began with its usual pomp and ceremony, the minister puffed up with inflated pride as
started the session.

Draco sat stiffly in the seat next to his father, his wizengamot heir robes clean and pressed. Draco
watched the surrounding lords, ladies, and heirs through narrowed eyes. His father told him about
what this meeting was about. His parents of course knew that Harry was his destined mate but that
their relationship would never be fulfilled. His mother had repeatedly told him to not to give up,
giving him advice on how to woo Harry Potter. It had gotten to the point that both he and his father
would just roll their eyes when she started in. Draco knew his mother just wanted him to be happy,
wanted him to find the same love she did in Lucius.

Draco doubted he would find such a thing with Harry. But that was fine, he loved Blaise even if
they weren’t mates and he could easily see them spending the rest of their lives together. Despite
this he still wanted Harry to be happy, so he wouldn’t allow the Minister or Ministry to take any
happiness from the raven haired Gryffindor.

“Today we are here to discuss the removement of Harry Potter from British isles.” Fudge said with
fake solemness. Draco wanted to roll his eyes at the sudden outrage from most of the lords and
ladies.

“Who dare steal the boy-who-live from us!” Lord Diggle shouted in true rage, his face going
purple. Draco glared over at the man, hating how he had used the word steal instead of kidnap like
Harry was an object not a person. And then to top it off by actinging like Harry belonged to anyone
but himself. Draco wanted to throttle the idiotic man, but he felt like doing that to many people so
it wasn’t much of a surprise.

Draco looked over to his father who’s mouth were pursed, lips just a thin white line and eyes full of
loathing. Draco relaxed back into his chair. Heirs were normally allowed to speak during meetings
but by the look on his father’s face he wouldn’t need to worry.

“Lord Diggle speaks as if Heir Potter isn’t an independent person,” Dowager Lady Augusta
scolded in her commanding tone, her nose slightly raised to show her disdain for the other lord and
those who thought like them. Draco relaxed even more, Augusta Longbottom nee Black was a
powerful ally to have and many others took her lead. He saw heir Longbottom to her side, fuming
at the topic of discussion.

Draco had known for a long time now that Potter would end up marrying either Neville
Longbottom or the devil twins. But now with his Kitsune inheritance Draco knew he would be
marrying all three. It had given Draco hope that since his veela side recognized Harry as his
soulmate, maybe Harry’s Kitsune side would do the same. But he had squashed down that hope,
knowing that it was unlikely with their history. But he knew that with Harry now adopted by a
good friend of his father, a family they had over often for dinner, they would be forced to spend
time together. And maybe with that he could try to mend their relationship. He knew his mother
would be meddling regardless of his objections, she had even already withdrawn him from
Hogwarts and registered him at Ouroboros.

But with this came problems, one had been easy to fix, as soon as his mother had told him about
the transfer he had gone to the Zabani villa. When Lady Zabani heard about the switch she had
immediately stated she would be doing the same. As a succubus herself she understood how much
Draco and Blaise’s relationship meant to both boys, easily seeing that the two were going to be
bonded in the future. And she already loved the idea of Draco as her son-in-law, she wanted her
son to be happy and she couldn’t imagine someone better for her son than his best friend who
already loved him dearly and understood that he might someday be bound with someone else.

And that was the second problem. Draco was pretty sure that Blaise wasn’t even on Harry’s rader.
That was good in one way, Harry wouldn’t have any negative feelings towards the incubus. But
that also meant Harry knew nothing about Blaise. But then again Draco was sure that both his
mother and Lady Zabani would be plotting how to get the three together.

Draco tuned back into what was going on, one of the light lords was going on about how they
needed to save Harry from whoever had taken him, spittle flying from his mouth. As the lord
paused to take a deep breath his father broke in. “Maybe we should speak to heir Potter’s new
adoptive father, who is currently sitting in the guest box, before we do anything else.”

The minster blustered, obviously not wanting the sitting lords and ladies to know why Harry had
been taken from his previous place of residence and guardians. But before he could come up with a
reason to deny the motion, most of the lords agreed, even the light ones who were too far up
Dumbledore’s ass to think for themselves.

Mr. Claremore stepped forward, coming to stand in the middle of the courtroom, the Minister
calling for defendants chair with chairs expecting the man to take it as if he was on trial. But
Bartok just ignored it completely. Draco watched as that toad Umbridge turned as pink as her
clothes, getting ready to interrupt and make a fool out of herself but before she could Bartok spoke
up.
“Honored lords and ladies, my name is Bartok Claremore,” The lawyer introduced himself though
all the lords should know who he was.

Before any lords could start an inquisition, Bartok explained the situation, all the lords and ladies
growing more and more horrified while the minister continuously sunk further into his chair. Draco
was shaking with fury, his fist clenched tight on his knees, manicured fingernails digging into the
meat of his palms. Draco couldn’t imagine anyone doing something so horrible to a child, he had
grown up sheltered and spoiled by his parents. He had never wanted for anything and his parents
showered him with love and affection, he had never had to worry about anything. He couldn’t even
imagine not having their attention and support.

It now made so much more sense why his attitude and introduction had rubbed Harry the wrong
way and why the Potter heir hadn’t behaved like the heir of an ancient house which had shocked
and frustrated Draco. Draco now felt ashamed at how much had judged his mate for not behaving
like the noble lord he would one day be. He had been raised knowing his place in their world and
how to behave to present his house in the best light.

The only silver lining in this whole situation was that Harry was now safe with a family that he
trusted to help heal him and treat him right. Draco had nothing to worry about on that front, but he
would have to swallow his pride and apologize to his soulmate for the way he had behaved.

Bartok Claremore had continued his story, ignoring anyone who tried to interrupt him and just
speaking slightly louder, staring straight into the minister’s eyes the whole time. The lords and
ladies were silent by the time he finished telling the story of how he had met and adopted Harry
Potter. Draco could see everyone processing all the information they had been given, and just when
he thought this stupidity would end there was an obnoxious clearing of the throat.

Before the toad even spoke Draco almost launched himself out of his seat, the only thing that
stopped him was his father subtly taping his shines with his cane, clearing the red from his vision.
That, however, did not mean he wasn’t currently plotting how to kill the woman off without
anyone finding out.

“How do we know this… being … Isn’t just lying to use to cover up a crime.” Umbridge
questioned with fake innocence, with a malicious little giggle before the word being. The room
seemed to heat up suddenly, sweat suddenly rolling down his next, hair sticking to his skin.
Obviously this woman knew nothing about Drakens and their well known protectiveness of their
children.

Everyone tensed as Mr. Claremore raised his wand, all expecting the man to kill Umbridge on the
spot. Luckily, the man had far more control than Draco did because all he did was make an oath to
mother magic, lighting his wand right after to prove his truthfulness.
 And with that the chamber burst into complete chaos.

Without Neville around to distract him Harry was forced to think about what he had been avoiding.
His parent’s portrait. While he desperately wanted to meet them Harry was also terrified by what
they may think of him. What if they thought he was a disappointment? What if they thought he was
a freak? What if they hated him?

Anna had instructed him on how to recognize an oncoming panic attack and how to stop on in his
tracks. He had found reciting all the spells he knew really took his mind off whatever he was
worrying about. So he did, getting all the way to the patronus charm before the tightness in his
chest eased. Harry took in a few deep breaths and stood up from where he had sat down in the
middle of the hallway to collect himself.

He noticed that Auror Graves was standing by him, shifting slightly from foot to foot obviously
unsure on how to help but wanting to nonetheless. Harry smiled up at the man who was doing
everything in his power to protect him, and just showing that he cared in the slight shifting finally
let Harry relax completely.

The older man held out a hand, pulling Harry up to his feet. But by doing so the young kitsune
ended much closer to the older man than expected. Some unknown urge pushed him to step closer,
arms going around the older man’s waist, burying his face into the man’s chest as he quietly
thanked him.

Percival tentatively patted his head before ruffling Harry’s hair, thumb running over the edge of
Harry’s fox ear, causing Harry to shiver and let out a slight pur. Harry pushed away, blushing at the
sound his body had made, before turning on his heel and marching towards his godfather’s bed
chambers were his parent’s portrait was hanging. It took a few moments before he heard the sound
of Auror Graves footsteps following him.

Chapter End Notes

Draco and Nev would totally team up to kill umbridge for this.
 Flirty Snakes
Chapter Notes

Unbeta'd. This whole day was going to be like 15-20k words so I split it up to multiple
short chapters.

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Remus left his empty bed, still too worried to leave Regulus alone, but Remus understood
completely and even reassured his mate that he would be fine sleeping on his own. And that he
knew that this separation didn’t mean Sirius loved him any less. It had taken hours of reassurance
to get Sirius to understand. Remus stretched and twisted his body, getting his aching body for a
long day.

Over dinner Remus had offered up the idea of taking Harry to Terradore to visit the markets. His
pup had a hard day, talking to his parents portraits for the first time. There had been many shed
tears all around, Lily ordering both men to hug her baby repeatedly to help comfort them all. And
when Harry confessed the reason why he stayed away and both James and Lily burst out in tears,
during their best to convince their son that they would always love and support him. It had been
heartbreaking for Remus to see his pup so distressed. He had seen out of the corner of his eye
Auror Graves was shifting, trying to decide on what to do in the doorway. Remus looked over at
the man, his wolf screaming at him to get rid of the intruder, to protect his pack in their time of
weakness. But he was able to hold it back, just releasing a deep snarl warning the man away,
luckily for him the Auror nodded, walking out of the room.

Remus had apologized to the older man later that night but Percival had just waved it off saying he
completely understood and that there was no need to worry. The werewolf still felt bad about it,
Remus had spent his whole life pushing down his werewolf side. It wasn’t until recently that he
had started to accept that part of himself, but that didn’t mean all those years of shame and
repression hadn’t left their mark.

After such a trying night Remus thought it was for the best to get Harry out of the house for the
day. The young man had been stuck inside for too long and he thought it would do them both some
good to see the sights. Bartok agreed with his idea, offering to go with Remus with Auror Graves to
Terradore.

Remus went round to wake up his pup, the boy curled around a large pillow adorably. He had
missed so much of his pups life already he was just so grateful to be able to be here now. His pup
and mate were safe and it was all thanks to this kind and caring family, Remus would be forever
indebted to the Claremores for all they had done.
Remus gently shook his pups shoulder, watching as the too small teen scrunched up his face before
looking up at him blearily. A small smile spreading across his pups pouting lips. Remus chuckled
as Harry crawled out of bed, giving Remus a loose hug before wandering off to the bathroom. He
went to the closet, picking out something nice for his godson to wear.

Bartok had suggested that they get Harry registered with the courts today while they were already
in Terradore. So Remus wanted his pup to look his best for this big day. He and Bartok had taken a
glass of scotch together while sitting in the Draken’s office. Remus hadn’t known much about the
traditions of Terradore, nothing more than what Sirius and James had taught him and since neither
of them were creatures they hadn’t felt the need to. But now Remus was doing all the catching up
that he could. Borrowing books from David and pestering the other adults so he would know
everything he needed to to help his child. Remus loathed not having vital information.

Harry was excited for their planned trip to Terradore. Their last one had been rather brief and he
hadn’t gotten to see much, so he was ecstatic to see more. He was bouncing on his toes by the
fireplace waiting for his papa and godfather Remus to be ready to leave. Auror Graves was already
ready to go, standing in his stoic way with his hands at rest behind his back but his wand at the
ready. Harry smiled over at the man, the Auror only nodding in reply.

Finally, Remus and Bartok walked into the room, mid discussion about Remus’ ongoing work with
David for a turned werewolf cure. Harry was happy to think his uncle would one day be able to be
rid of the painful disease. Harry had caught glimpses of the horrific scars that covered Remus’
body, and Harry had seen how full of pain he was the day after the full moon. He always looked
like Harry felt after a particularly bad beating from Vernon. When Harry had first seen the man like
that he had been worried that someone was hurting the professor. Harry had even thought of
enlisting the twins to help get the man free of his tormentor. But Harry had soon made the
connection to Remus' eyes and the times he would get sick and Snape would take over with
lycanthropy. Harry had looked up the disease and the wolf bane potions hoping there was
something he could do for the person he had found out was a good friend to his parents. So now
knowing that his Dad might be able to help, relieved him.

Mr. Graves went through the floo first, his papa following before Remus took Harry through. They
arrived in a large antechamber, white marble flooring with gold and black patterns. The walls were
covered with decorative carvings with pillars and arches. But the ceiling was the real masterpiece,
it was covered by a giant vibrate mural. Depictions of every race Harry knew of and many more,
the room was beautiful engraved black marble floos lining the walls, people coming and leaving
with flashes of green fire.

Harry was in awe of the majesty of the place, not even noticing when Bartok moved him out of the
way so he wasn’t blocking the fireplace. It took a minute or so of him to focus back on what he was
doing instead of the architect and design. Remus and his papa grabbing one of his hands each,
leading him out of the entry, Auror Graves following them closely.

The next room they entered reminded Harry distinctly of Gringotts. Many tall desks manned by all
different kinds of beings. The woman they ended up walking towards had snakes for hair who
were wiggling, gold band like rings standing out on the black and white scales. Harry automatically
slipped into parseltongue as he said hello. All the snakes on the woman’s head looked to him, little
heads peeking up and hissing a chorus of hellos. The woman, who was dark of skin just smiled and
ran a soothing hand over her hair, the snakes going back to relaxing and looking about the room.

“Hello dears, my name is Clytemnestra, Cly for short, how can I help you all today?” The woman
was dressed in a beautifully tailored white dress, a golden upper arm cuff of irises and a multitude
of ear piercings in gold and purple that made her skin seem to glow. Harry couldn’t help but blush
at how beautiful the woman was, even though he knew he would never be sexually interested in
females. Beauty was beauty.

Bartok was the one to speak up, “Hello, ma’am, my name is Bartok Claremore and we are here to
register my son Harry to the Terradore Courting Assistance Program.” Bartok put a hand on top of
hair, causing his curls and ears to flatten, and Harry couldn’t help but pout slightly and cross his
arms over his chest.

Cly smiled down on him, white teeth almost sparkling, “Don’t worry sweetie we’ll get you all
taken care of.” Her snakes started commenting on how cute they thought Harry was, making him
blush. Clytemnestra sighed playfully swatting at her hair, “Hush you, you horrible flirts.” She said
in parseltongue before switching back to english. “Don’t worry about them dear they are just happy
to have another parselmouth to talk to.”

Remus chuckled, greeting the desk attendant, holding out a hand to shake.

“First things first darling, we’ll test your aura,” she said, pulling out a small clear quartz orb,
tapping it with her wand before holding it out for Harry to take.

As soon as Harry was the only one touching the orb it started to glow white, like a lumos in his
palm. Harry smiled down at it, rolling it between his palms before looking up at his companions
and giving a beaming smile.

“Why isn’t that lovely,” Cly commented, her snakes hissing a chorus of praises. Harry blushed
again, his tail wagging behind him unconsciously. Remus wrapped an arm around Harry, pulling
him into his side as the woman pulled out a white ribbon. “Now dear, what is your sexual
preference?”
Harry couldn’t help but squeak at the question, face turning beet red as he looked down at his
shoes, feet shuffling. “Men,” Harry whispered covering his face with his hands as he did. Too
embarrassed to look at anyone.

“Don’t worry sweetie,” Cly reassured, Harry peeking through his fingers, the woman was
completely relaxed and it helped ease nerves though was still blushing when he let his hands fall to
his sides. “Now if you wouldn’t mind giving me the wrist without your mating bracelet.”

Harry held out his right hand, Cly holding the white ribbon with a small rainbow flag on it to his
wrist, taping it with her wand, the ribbon suddenly forming a perfect circle without seams. “Next
thing we need to do is fill out your registry papers and you should be on your way.”

Clytemnestra pulled out a small stack of papers and a lavish purple fountain pen. It didn’t take long
for the forms to be finished. “Now dear, I’ll tell you a bit out what we do here and how it all
works.” Cly ran her hand over her hair, a snake curling around her finger as she did.

“Auras represent who we are and how our magic works. Here is a chart on what color auras work
best together, this doesn’t mean someone can’t fall in love and bond with someone whose aura
doesn’t compliment theirs, it’s just unlikely. This is more of a cheat to help people narrow down
whose magic is more likely to be willing to bond with them. And the flag represents what gender
someone is attracted to, if you turn over the color chart you will see what all the flags mean. Once
again, this doesn’t mean you can only bond with men, it just means that it’s more likely. And with
so many people this just makes it easier for people to bond.”

Harry studied the chart, not seeing the white aura. “What aura colors can white bond with?”

Cly tapped the middle of the chart with a long purple nail, “Sorry for not making that clear. White
auras are rather rare. However, you darling, are compatible with all aura colors. That is what
makes your aura color so rare. Each aura color as their own lounge for people to mingle, it has a
food court and many different seating areas. Under age children are to always be escorted by a
guardian. The lounge is used for meet ups and to meet new people. When you arrive at the lounge
you will receive a card that you can put on your table. Green means you are willing to have anyone
approach, yellow is to signal that you are waiting on someone and red to say you aren’t welcoming
visitors. If anyone does anything to make you uncomfortable or doesn’t follow your card warning
please report them immediately. We don’t accept any form of harassment and strive to keep strict
barriers.”

“The last thing you need to know is about the mailing system. We have a dedicated force of oath
bound works who ensure that people can send you mail without you having to give out your
 address. They also check for any harmful spells or potions to ensure everyone’s safety.” Cly
handed over a card with his name and a long string of numbers and letters on it along with his race
and age. “This is your identification card, the code is your mailing address. People can’t send you
things unless they have this code. Any mail will first come here to be checked and then sent on to
you. If you ever are getting unwanted mail you can report it and that person will be blocked from
mailing you. Do you have any more questions for me, dear?”

Harry looked over to Bartok, knowing if there was information he was missing out on his papa
would be sure to tell him. Bartok shook his head, thanking Clytemnestra for all her help, everyone
saying their goodbyes. Cly’s snakes hissing their own goodbyes, commenting on how lucky any
mates he would bond with would be, Cly’s deep laughing following them as Harry hid his face in
his hands again, letting Remus lead him towards a bay of elevators.

Chapter End Notes

I hope you liked it.

 Seriously, snakes are giving Harry such a hard time today
Chapter Notes

Unbeta'd. Hope you enjoy it.

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The white aura lounge was large and spacious, giant glass windows looking down upon Terradore
with amazing smells coming from the food court in the center of the round area. Even though they
had had brunch only two hours ago Harry’s stomach gave off a monstrous growl, Bartok laughed,
guiding Harry to the food court and letting him pick. This would be one of the few times in his life
he was allowed to eat out, and the first where he got to pick what they ate. Harry took his time
picking out where he wanted to eat, scanning the menu of each stall before finally deciding he
wanted to try pizza. Hogwarts only served traditional United Kingdom fare, and the Dursely’s had
never allowed him to have pizza. It had been Dudley’s favorite and it had smelt so good, Harry had
always wanted to try it. Sneaking the thrown away crusts from the trash cans, they had been buttery
and crunchy. Pizza days were the best days.

They decided to order a few different small pizzas so Harry could try a variety to see what he liked.
Bartok carried the tray of pizza while Remus levitated the drinks, letting Harry pick out their table.
Harry gravitated towards a booth right next to one of the large windows, Auror Graves taking one
side of the table while Harry was flanked by Remus and Bartok. Harry felt safe and secure between
the two older men, his tail wrapped around his lap to keep it out of the way.

The plate of pizza sat in the middle of the table, each of them trying a bit of everything, Harry
favorites being the margherita and the white pizza with bacon and spinach, but Harry would eat
any of them again gladly.

There were only a few pieces left, all of them talking about what Harry should expect when he
started at Ouroboros, Remus taking everything about the school in. Making a mental list of things
he needed to ask David later so he would know where his pup would be going to school.

Mr. Graves' head suddenly whipped around to look out towards the court, causing them all to look
over, Harry had to lean down and forward to see around his papa. A man was walking their way,
long and lean with skin like moonlight and a supernatural beauty. His hair was as blond as Draco’s,
a mixture of braids, loose hair, and dreads decorated with silver wire and cuffs, color feathers and
flowers. But what drew Harry’s eyes most was the long ears, they were slightly flushed at the end
with silver piercings decorated with a strange blue, green, and purple gem.
As the man got closer Harry realized his eyes were the same mix of colors. Harry couldn’t help but
flush at the intensity of the man’s stare. He almost missed what the man was saying, too focused
on the man's full lips. “Hello, my name is Gunter Tezoth, and I was hoping to have the pleasure of
joining you today.”

Harry’s brows furrowed, looking over to the card that indicated if someone was allowed to
approach to see that it was indeed green. Harry looked between all three men, obviously unsure of
how to continue, but luckily for him Auror Graves took the lead.

“If you are willing to leave your wand in my care while you are here you may join us.” Graves
looked as if he expected the man to refuse and walk away but instead Gunter gave a small smile as
he handed over his wand, a black wood, handle first. Percival Graves had no choice but to take it
and slide over in the seat, still keeping a steely eye on the newcomer.

Gunter slid in, careful to keep his hands above the table, Harry noticing the forest green ribbon
around his right wrist that had a small pink, purple, and blue flag. Harry also noticed that the man
had a bonding bracelet with only a singular golden charm on it, with that same strange stone,
obviously the charm that represented his family. When he looked up Harry noticed that Gunter had
been doing the same.

“May I have the honor of knowing your name?” The elf asked, a single corner of his mouth coming
up as he did.

Harry blushed, realizing how rude he had been. “My name is Harry Potter. This is my papa, and
this is my godfather,” Harry motioned at the two men next to him before he had one more person
to introduce but before he could Mr. Graves did so on his own.

“Senior Auror Percival Graves,” he said tersely, giving the man next to him a barely visible nod.
Harry could see that the Auror was trying to intimidate the younger man but Gunter just smiled
wider.

“I’m glad to see Harry has such dedicated protectors, his magic is what drew me over here, and I’m
sure I’m not the only one who will feel it.” The elf smiled, his ears and cheeks flushing slightly.
“It’s rather lovely.”

Harry started twiddling his fingers under the table, unsure what to say in return.
“Ah, sorry, that was rather… intense…” Gunter cleared his throat against his fist, hiding a slight
wince. “So what is your favorite color Harry?”

Harry looked up, making eye contact as he murmured, “teal.” Gunter smiled and admitted that his
own was emerald. It took a few moments of silence before Harry gathered the courage to ask a
question of his own. “What do you do?”

Gunter seemed to light up, his skin seeming to glow, and started enthusiast explanation of what he
did. “I’m currently studying to be a wand maker but in my free time I help raise my family’s
dragon-snakes.”

Harry was truly interested, while Ollivander had been creepy, the craftsmanship of the wands and
the short snips of information the man had spouted was fascinating. But it was the small creature
that popped out of Gunter’s shirt that caught Harry’s attention. It looked like a small version of the
eastern dragons Harry had seen in books in the library, but was the size of a ball python but much
skinnier.

The reptile was looking at him with intense intelligent eyes, tongue flickering out to taste the air. It
then climbed it’s way up Gunter’s neck, revealing small feet before coming to look his person in
the eye.

“We like him, you will be bonding with him,” The creature commanded in parseltongue, Gunter
glowing red.

“Aganaw!” Gunter whined, but his eyes went wide when Harry started choking. See that Harry was
almost bursting into flame with how embarrassed he was. “Ah… I see you are also a
parselmouth…” Gunter realized, glowing an even brighter red.

Harry didn’t even realize they had both slipped into parseltongue as he hid his face behind his
hands, whispering, “yes.”

Gunter looked away, covering his mouth, words coming out muffled. “I’m so sorry, Aganaw isn’t
usually-” Gunter cleared his throat, “So blunt.”

“That’s because we haven’t found someone worthy of you,” Aganaw explained as he crawled
down onto the table so that he could walk up to Harry.
Harry removed his hands from his face, looking down at the dragon-snake, who seemed to puff up
at the attention, holding out one clawed foot, looking for a shake. Harry held out his index finger
for the creature to shake, as their skin touched the dragon snake seemed to pause before nuzzling
into Harry’s hand, smooth scales, long whiskers, antler like horns and soft mane pushing into
Harry’s skin. “We like you little Kitsune, you are now ours.”

Harry couldn’t help but to throw his head back and let out a loud belly laugh. And with that the ice
was finally broken. Aganaw winding his way between Harry’s fingers while Harry and Gunter
talked, extremely pleased with himself as he purred. Watching his two humans as he plotted ways
to insure his person didn’t mess this up.

The two shared their ages, Harry 16 and Gunter 27, their hobbies, Harry loved to cook and read
while Gunter enjoyed beach volleyball and playing the harp. And when Gunter learned Harry had
never tried tacos, which were his favorite food, he gasped before declaring that they would have to
fix that, and that he would love to take him to try them.

But before Harry could answer two people walked up to their table, an older man and a younger
woman. They both had dark brown hair and the same moonlight skin that Gunter did. They both
were inhuman beautiful in flowing gorgeous robes. Harry sunk further into the booth, feeling ugly
compared to everyone else, but before his thoughts got too far out of control Aganaw started
speaking. “We do not like her,” the dragon snake started to bristle, the fur that ran down his spin
starting to stand on end. Harry started to run his fingertips down the creature's spin, hoping to calm
Aganaw down.

Gunter looked over to Harry and his familiar, grateful that the kitsune had calmed Aganaw down,
the creature might be small but he was rather bite-happy when upset. Gunter looked over at the
two, waiting for the other elves to explain why they had interrupted him, expecting it to be for
business considering the older man was one of the lords in his father’s court.

“Your majesty, I was informed you would be visiting the courts today and thought it would please
you greatly to meet my eldest daughter, Aolande.” The man bowed and his daughter followed
along.

Harry saw Gunter’s brow furrowing in confusion, looking back at all the men he was sitting with
before speaking. “It’s good to see you again Lord Keltae, and it is a pleasure to meet your
daughter.” Harry watched as the female elf smiled broadly all her teeth on display, noticing the red
ribbon around her wrist with a black and white striped flag.

Aolande spoke up, “We were rather surprised to see you with these commoners.” She didn’t seem
to notice when the entire table stiffened, or the way Gunter’s skin seemed to start to go gray. Lord
Keltae didn’t seem to notice either, looking down on his daughter with a proud smile on his face.
“Commoners?” Gunter asked with fake inquisitiveness. Harry noticed that his hands were now
fisted atop the table, but how blank of true emotion the elf’s face was, with just a singular raised
eyebrow.

“Exactly, your Majesty! Let me have the honor of escorting you down to the red lounge where we
can get to know each other.” Aolande held out a hand, palm down, waiting for Gunter to take it.
However, when that didn’t happen Aolande’s face fell slowly, seeming to realize finally that
Gunter wasn’t interested in leaving with her.

Her escort also seemed to know this, but he thought he could save the situation. “Prince Tezoth, my
daughter, is exceedingly proficient with the harp and the traditional womanly arts. Her beauty is
beyond compare and our family line is well known for our fertility, a union between you two
would secure your family line.” Lord Keltae’s smile was once again beaming, chest puffing up in
pride, as he placed a hand on his daughter’s shoulder.

Gunter took in a deep calming breath before responding. “I’m sorry Lord Keltae, lady Aolande, but
I am going to have to politely refuse your offer. I am currently pursuing others-” Gunter looked
over to Harry, soft smile and cheeks flushing once more. “-And would like to potentially start
courting soon.”

Harry watched in awe at how politely but firmly Gunter had turned her down, as Aolande took in a
sharp gash of disbelief, gaping for a few seconds before closing her mouth with a click of her teeth.
Both Aolande and Lord Keltae stared at them in shock, Aolande starting to glare daggers at Harry
as what Gunter had said fully sank in. Harry would have shrunk back if it weren’t for both Remus
and Bratok taking one hand a piece and squeezing it tight, reminding him that there was nothing to
be frightened about, he had people who would protect him.

Aolande tilted her head up, nose in the air as she turned sharply on her heel and started to march
away, her elegant facade broken. Lord Keltae spent a few more moments looking at Gunter in
shock before slinking off after his daughter.

They spent a few moments in silence, all looking between each other, surprised at what had just
happened. It was Auror Graves who broke the silence, busting out in raucous laughter, head thrown
back and hand pounding on the table. And with that the dam broke, the laughter infectious as they
all let loose.

“I like you kid,” Bartok wheezed out between chuckles.

Gunter put on a haughty smile, giving them all a flourshing bow. While Aganaw climbed over to
his person, rubbing his small face up against Gunter’s cheek looking more smug than a reptile
should be able.

As they all calmed down, taking sips of their drinks as the laughter tapered off. The elf smiled over
towards Harry as he asked if he could have the pleasure of seeing Harry again. And with that
Harry’s thoughts started to spiral.

Harry had just bonded to Neville, one of his best friends and someone he loved dearly. And while
he had a great time with Gunter and did think the man was exceedingly handsome it felt wrong to
agree to seeing him again. It felt like he was cheating on Neville and that was something he never
wanted to do. Neville had stuck with him through everything, and Harry would never do anything
to risk their relationship.

Logically Harry knew that he would eventually need more mates but it didn’t mean he wanted to.
Remus seemed to notice this, pulling his pup into his side and giving the top of Harry’s head a
quick kiss.

Gunter was shocked at how rude and forward the two other elves had been. He was used to people
trying to use him to become part of the royal family. But no one had ever been so blatant about it.
Gunter had always known Lord Keltae was a social climber, but his plots were usually more subtle,
and Gunter could appreciate subtlety. But this had been a bombshell.

It wasn’t until recently that Gunter had gotten his courting ribbon, too focused on learning wand-
craft, when he suddenly had a dream that couldn’t be ignored. He had gone the next day to the
TCAP registry and had been spending a few hours a week walking through the different lounges in
hope of finding what had brought him there.

He had been about to leave when he decided to make a quick stop by the white aura lounge when
he felt it. A magic so pure and intoxicating that if felt like a rope around his spin pulling him
towards its owner. Gunter had looked between the three older men, wondering which on was had
the beautiful aura when he saw a small teen, adorable white fox ears atop his head, lean forward.
And with that Gunter knew, knew that he wanted this enchanting creature to be his.

So to be interrupted while he was having such a good first meeting had astonished him. And the
way the two had talked, using words like commoners, was insane. He had at least thought if
someone was trying to use him for his position they would at least try to get to know him. It
wouldn’t have mattered if he was with someone or not, Gunter would never bond with someone
like that.
 So when the two finally left, and Gunter realized it was well past noon now, he realized that he and
Harry’s first meeting had come to an end. He had hoped this wasn’t the last, so he asked to meet
the young kitsune again, only to watch Harry’s face become clouded with some unknown emotion.
Gunter could feel his inner glow begin to dim, worried that Harry would refuse his offer.

But before he could start to turn gray Harry’s godfather Remus spoke up in place of his godson.
“We will get back to you soon with an answer, my pup needs time to talk to his mate about it first.”
Gunter had an ah-ha moment, with Harry being so young he must have just bonded with his
unknown mate, so he might be a little worried about bonding with someone else so soon. The elf
could understand the feeling and was grateful that he would still get a chance.

Gunter pulled out his identification card watching as Harry confusingly did the same, Gunter
tapped their cards together, the cards giving off a little green glow at the contact. “Feel free to
contact me at any time.” Gunter then held out his hand, Harry obviously expecting a shake but he
couldn’t help but be a little cheeky by kissing the back of the teens hand.

Gunter smiled widely at the kitsune’s blushing, glowing himself in happiness as he stood from the
booth, thanking them all for allowing him to join them and giving them a bow goodbye. He really
hoped that Harry would get back to him.

Chapter End Notes

Ha ha Aganaw you silly dragon-snake.

 ugh... late christmas present..
Chapter Notes

sorry its been so long -_o.o_- anyways here it is. probably needs a lot of editing but I
know at this point if I don't post it I probably never will.

They were all sitting in the waiting room off of the registry hall, the room full with a mismatch of
couches, chairs and tables in all colors, woods and styles. The floor layered with a hundred
different rugs and the walls covered with tapestries, paintings and photos. It was rather cluttered
but it was homey, and the kind of place that welcomed anyone to come and spend time.

Bartok pulled out an ornate pocket watch, checking the time, 2 minutes to 2:00 pm. Issy, despite
her rather airy attitude at times, was always punctual. Just as Bartok was putting away his watch
his youngest mate came sashaying into view, and he could feel the low simmer of arousal striking
him. Bartok loved the way his mate seemed to dance from place to place, her full hips swaying and
her hair floating around her. Bartok stood, smoothing down his coat before opening his arms, Issy
speeding up a little before embracing him, cheekily giving his ass a quick grope before pulling him
in for a deep languid kiss. Bartok couldn’t help the hitch in his breath as Issy smirked against his
lips before pulling back with a wink and then acting as if nothing had happened as she greeted their
son. Bartok had to take a deep breath to steady himself before turning to say goodbye to everyone
since he had a meeting to attend to.

Harry walked hand in hand with his mommy as she led him out of the courting tower, though a lush
garden, benches and tables dotting the area, hundreds of people scattered around lounging. Some
were eating, others just laying in the grass reading, while others were playing sports like lawn
tennis and badminton. They passed beautiful ponds filled with obviously magical amazing fish and
birds wading through the water and lush greenery. The whole garden was blatantly magical, the
magic of the place almost caressing his skin in a warm welcome, inviting him to come and spend a
while.

They exited the gardens through a large white marble arch covered with vines with flowers that
slowly shifted colors, emanating a calming smell. And they came out on the other side into a mess
of organized chaos. Shops and stalls all around with people of all sizes, ages and races going about
their business.

Harry scooted closer to Issy, a bit anxious at how many people were around but thankful that
someone he trusted was at his back and Remus was on his other side. Issy marched them all down
the wide streets and then down a smaller alley until they finally arrived at a small clothing shop.
There were three other customers in the store, one at a stand where the owner of the store was
taking measurements while the other two were browsing the racks.

Issy directed Harry to casual clothing while Remus and Percival took a seat in the small seating
area off to the side. Issy started throwing clothes into Harry’s arms for him to try on, asking Harry
what he thought and what colors and styles he liked most. Harry was overwhelmed and just went
with whatever his mommy suggested, after all, he liked all the clothes she had picked out for him
at home. After his arms and hers were full of clothing Issy led Harry off towards the dressing
room. Issy sat down on the single chair within the small room, picking out outfits for Harry to try
first.

Most of the clothes Harry liked, but he didn’t feel like he could say that, worried about how much
everything was going to cost. But Issy seemed to read him like an open book, obviously noticing
the clothing he liked versus those he didn’t. And by the time they finished off the clothing, Harry
was so sick of changing outfits, Harry couldn’t imagine how his mommy had stayed so chipper.
Issy seemed to realize just how bored he was, and that he would likely revolt if she tried to get him
to try on anything else.

Issy led them up to the front desk, a small man standing behind it, hands covered with white gloves
as he rang up the total, Issy shooing Harry over to where the two older men were sitting. Harry
slumped into Remus’ lap, face buried in the crook of his neck as he took in his godfather’s scent.
Remus started to chuckle lowly, large hands coming to run up and down Harry’s spine. There was
a sudden pop, Tiptop handing Remus a juice box for Harry before going to gather up Harry’s new
clothes before heading home.

Harry slurped down the juice thankfully, noting to thank the house elf later. Before Harry could
stand up Remus decided to pick Harry up, slinging Harry around until he was holding onto the
man’s back like a baby koala.

On one hand he was embarrassed to be being treated like a small child but at the same time he had
never had anyone carry him like this, and it was comforting to be so close to someone he loved.
Harry hooked his head over Remus’ shoulder, now able to really take in everything around him.

The buildings had many different architecture types, many that Harry had never seen before. But
the most interesting thing was the people, Harry got caught up in watching everyone who passed
by. Studying all the strange, but beautiful features he had never seen before. Harry had to do a
double-take when he saw a woman walking down the street who had a wolves’ head attached to a
human’s body. She was pretty but in an animalistic way, the fur on her face golden with a white
mask, she caught him looking and gave him a wolfish grin, the kind he had only seen on his
godfather while in his Padfoot form. Harry blushed at being caught staring as she raised a hand and
waved her fingers lazily at him. When she saw his blush she leaned her head back and let out a
howling laugh.

Harry could feel Remus’ chuckle shake his whole body as the man turned his head to whisper,
“She’s a cynocephali, pup.” He hiked up Harry, adjusting his grip on Harry’s leg. They finally
arrived at their next store, a giant book store, four floors with a cafe inside. Instead of putting Harry
down, Remus continued walking until they were in the middle of the store in front of a cafe,
waiting in line until they got to the front and ordering everyone but Auror Graves a drink, Remus
getting Harry a hot chocolate and muffin.

Remus finally put Harry down when the barista handed over their drinks and snack. Harry took a
small sip of the hot drink, instantly falling in love and wondering if Tiptop would be able to
recreate it so he could have it before bed. They wandered around the bookstore, Harry sipping on
his drink as he followed behind Remus who had a basket in hand as he pulled down books from
shelves. Issy was doing the same though she was asking Harry about subjects he liked and wanted
to study.

They spent over an hour in the store, Harry boggling over just how many books the two were
picking out. Harry had decided to start up a conversation with Auror Graves, asking the man about
his job and what he had to do to become an auror. At first Mr. Graves had been rather reluctant to
engage in conversation, obviously on edge because they were out in public, but after a bit of
Harry's enthusiastic questioning Auror Graves seemed to loosen up some. He had even asked Harry
to call him Percival.

He smiled up at the older man, looking back at Issy as she asked a question before he could see the
slight blushing on Percival’s cheeks.

Severus arrived at the Claremore Terradore manor, using a quick wandless spell to clean the soot
from his clothing. Bartok greeted him in the floo room with another man dressed in the black
Terradore Auror robes. Severus shook both men's hands, Auror Graves introducing himself causing
Severus to go a little wide-eyed, he had read up on the rise and fall of Grindelwald, and Auror
Graves had been a large part of the story.

Severus made sure not to stare at the man for too long, knowing it was impolite, but in front of him
was a man who had dueled Grindelwald to a standstill after months of captivity. Despite what
many British wizards thought Dumbledore had only won his fight with Grindelwald because, in
reality, Dumbledore had interrupted Auror Graves and Grindelwald’s duel, sending a disarming
charm from Grindelwald’s blind spot, unfortunately, Auror Graves had passed out at that point,
still weak from his captivity, and while most of the world forgot the truth of what had happened the
Americans never had.

Severus had known this fact since he was 13 when he found an American published book in a used
book store in Knockturn Alley and it was the start of his distrust in Albus Dumbledore. It had
never made sense to Severus that after over three years of Grindelwald terrorizing the magic
community that Dumbledore waited to swoop in and end the war with one battle.

Bartok led them to the dining room, Percival keeping a close eye on Severus, never letting his
guard down even a bit. Bartok had informed Severus in advance that they had asked for a
protective guard for Harry because of the danger Dumbledore posed. The man had the connections
and resources to be a serious threat and with the way Dumbledore had obsessively controlled Harry
in the past Severus had no doubt in his mind that Dumbledore wouldn’t be giving up so easily, he
just wasn’t the type.

So Severus was in no way upset with Auror Graves for keeping such a close eye on him. If he was
in the other man’s position he would be acting just the same. He even appreciated just how
dedicated the man was when it came to Harry. The young man had been through so much, a good
chunk of it at Severus’ own hands, Harry deserved to be watched over so the young kitsune could
relax and enjoy life fully for the first time.

They walked into the dining room, the table already filled up, Severus looked at each person, there
were Bartok’s four mates, Harry and surprisingly Remus Lupin. Severus was confused to see the
other man there. Though he shouldn’t be that surprised Harry no doubt had bonded with the wolf
during the last school year, the only thing he was surprised about was that the mutt wasn't here as
well.

Harry stared at him as he took his seat across from the young kitsune, wide green eyes confused.
Severus could easily wait until dinner was over to apologize to the young boy but he wanted to get
it done now. “Mr. Potter, I want to sincerely apologize for my actions and words since you started
attending Hogwarts. And that I didn't do more to help you with all the dangers going on in that
school.” Severus said, allowing his emotions to show fully, and though he wanted to look away
from the innocent face that stared at him with wide, slightly watery green eyes. But Severus forced
himself not to look away, he wanted Harry to be unable to doubt the sincerity of his apology.

Harry took a few moments of looking the dark man’s face over before jerkingly nodding before
reaching out to start gathering food onto his plate, ending the conversation. Severus let out an
almost inaudible sigh but before he could start serving someone spoke up from the doorway.

“Sorry we’re late, we had to go pick up Reggie’s wand from our ancestoral vault.” Sirius sauntered
up to the empty seat next to his godson, not realizing who was on the other side of the table and
that Regulus was stock-still in the doorway and that Severus was gawking at his little brother in
shock.

Severus jumped up from his seat, knocking his chair down in his haste as suddenly the potion’s
master and the younger Black were racing towards each other. Their bodies collided, Severus
wrapping his strong arms around the slimmer man’s waist, hoisting him up and spinning them both
around. Both tearing up and laughing at the same time. When suddenly Severus’ giant black and
red wings burst from his back wrapping around both men.

Severus had been heartbroken when he heard of Regulus’ death, the younger Black brother had
been a constant friend to Severus. He had even had a crush on the slightly younger man, but
Regulus was a Black and there had never been any doubt that his parents would be setting their son
up with a marriage contract. And there was no way Orion and Walburga Black would settle for
anything less than a pureblood princess for their heir.

It would never matter to his parents that Regulus was gay and genderfluid. All the two cared about
was continuing the Black line while keeping it pure. Regulus admitted he would gladly continue
his family line, as both Black brothers, as the young had admited, wanted at least a quidditch team
full of children. Regulus had jokingly told Severus that if they had it their way he and Sirius would
both pull a Weasley. Though the thought of it had been scary for Severus it hadn’t squashed his
crush on the other.

Severus finally put Regulus down, their foreheads coming to rest together as they breathed in each
other’s air. A sharp cough broke the moment, both looking over to see Sirius glaring at Snape with
his arms crossed petulantly with his bottom lip poking out. Severus just gave the mutt an
unimpressed look while on the other hand, Regulus stuck his tongue out at his brother.

At his brother’s playful gesture Sirius’ whole expression softened considerably, a small smile
gracing his face. Severus couldn’t imagine just how much worse for Sirius the loss of Regulus
would have been. Regulus had confided in Severus, when Sirius had been disowned, that Sirius had
been more of a parent to his little brother than Orion and Walburga had ever been. Severus had
always hated Sirius Black, but he had to respect him for raising his own brother with only a year
difference between the two.

For Regulus’ sake, Severus had even stopped bringing up the disownment in attempts to piss off
the elder Black. So when Regulus took Severus’ larger hand in his own and led them back to the
table, Severus took his seat with his old friend next to him and gave Sirius a nod.

Harry watched the reunion between the two dark haired men. Surprised at how much emotion
Snape showed, and how much the two men cared about each other. It was obvious in the way the
two looked at each other and Harry had seen that look many times before both between his five
adoptive parents and his godfathers. The young teen couldn’t help but be surprised by this as he
had wrongly and naively assumed the man couldn’t feel affection. Harry felt a spike of shame at
just how badly he had thought of the man, he hadn’t even considered that his professor was also a
human who had dreams and emotions.

So Harry watched, studying Mr. Snape throughout the dinner and his interactions with everyone at
the table.

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