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An Avian	By : christinegranger Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 50421 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Chapter contributed by : MarissaAshleigh

If you don’t like it, don’t read it. It’s not difficult…

Here goes Chapter Two. Hope you like it. Input on mates is still welcome although I think I’ve got it figured out. By the way, in the future, if anyone wants to try their hand at fanart I’d love to see it! Review!

‘Oh, Merlin,’ thought Harry.

Chapter Two

Harry’s attention was once again brought to tapping against his window. After accepting the letter which the bird dropped into his hands, he opened the envelope.

Dear Harry,

The Ministry of Magic has brought something to my attention. By now, you’ve learned of your magical inheritance. Due to the complexity of your situation, I shall call at number four, Privet Drive at seven P.M. to take you back to Hogwarts, where you will spend the remainder of your school holidays. We have much to discuss.

Albus Dumbledore

Harry looked to his repaired alarm clock and noticed he still had many hours before Dumbledore would arrive. Thankfully, the Dursleys had left for the day. Explaining the change in his appearance would not go over well.

Clutching Rare Magical Creatures to his chest, he sat down and stared at his reflection. There was no mistaking the beauty he possessed. Setting the book off to the side, he hesitantly touched the feathers that grew within his newly lengthened hair. Gathering the feathers and hair together, he set to braiding it all into one long braid to the side of his head.

Years of abuse had left Harry with desires. Desires for love and for a family.

‘Maybe this whole mate thing won’t be too terrible. It sounds like I’ll have someone who truly cares for me. I’ve always felt like something was missing. Maybe, this was it. I’m tired of being the Chosen One, I don’t want to pretend to be strong anymore. I want my mates. I want to be loved and protected.'

With that thought in mind, Harry packed his trunk, pocketed his wand, and returned to his bed where he patiently awaited Dumbledore’s arrival.

Much later, after the doorbell rang, Harry rushed down the stairs to meet the Headmaster.

“Hello, my boy,” greeted Dumbledore, half-moon spectacles and all.

“Hello, Professor.”

“You certainly do look different, child. We best leave this discussion for when we get to Hogwarts though. So, if you’re all packed, I see no reason to postpone the journey any longer.”

“I’m ready, sir,” replied Harry.

“Excellent, excellent.”

Taking Dumbledore’s offered arm, he felt the unpleasant sensation of Apparition begin. After taking a moment to collect himself, he and the Headmaster began the journey to Hogwarts and the Headmaster’s office from Hogsmeade.

“Cockroach Clusters,” murmured the Headmaster, as they reached the gargoyle.

“Sit, Harry.”

‘Easier said than done,’thought Harry, trying to arrange his wings in a comfortable position. Eventually, an amused Dumbledore transfigured him a bench to sit upon.

“Harry, I admittedly do not know much about your condition. Avians are a very secretive race. We humans are not privy to such information. I imagine that your mate will be able to tell you more about yourself.”

“But how does my mate find me, sir?”

“Well, Harry, I believe you are something of a beacon. Your scent alone will call to Dominant Avians all around the globe. However, only your mates should answer to this call. Unfortunately, there are some Avians, driven mad with the desire for a Submissive, who will attempt to mate with you. This is why you will not, under any circumstances, leave the castle. Do you understand?”

“Attempt to mate with me,” asked Harry.

“Rape you, Harry. These rogue Dominants think that by raping and impregnating an unmated Submissive that they will become mated. This is simply not true. For one, only the mate of a Submissive can impregnate them. Secondly, a Dominant cannot just pick their mate. That, my boy, is Fate’s job. A Dominant and Submissive will merely… know.”

“If you have any questions I will be happy to attempt to answer them. Meanwhile, I shall search for other material about your predicament.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Harry.

“You are most welcome, Harry. I have taken the liberty of assigning you private quarters. The password is “pennatus”. Good night, Harry.”

“Good night, sir.”

Nearly half an hour later, after placing his belongings within his new rooms, Harry wondered the castle in search of nothing in particular. A noise startled Harry from his current inspection of his wings.

“H-h-hello?”

A large man with yellowy features dropped from above. Wings much larger than his own hung from his back.

“Hello, love.”

This man was an Avian but he was, most definitely, not his mate. This man, he knew, was a rogue Dominant.

“W-what do you want,” whimpered Harry.

“You.”

Not hesitating, Harry turned and ran. However, Harry’s speed was nothing compared to the Dominant’s. He was quickly overpowered and thrown to the ground.

‘Why haven’t the wards alerted Dumbledore?’

Quickly, Harry pulled his body into the fetal position and began to cry. He cried for Dumbledore, but most of all, he cried for his mates.

Abruptly, the rogue stopped groping him. With eyes shut tight, he heard horrific sounds of growling and snarling. One frightened him, the other seemed to sooth him. Then he heard a screech and then… nothing. He felt a presence near him and then the soft touch of wings enveloping his body. Arms folded him into a lap and a chin laid atop his head.

Slowly, Harry opened his eyes to meet dark obsidian ones.

“Mate,” breathed Severus Snape.

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Well, that’s it for Chapter Two. Tell me what you think! Review! Please! Suggestions are welcome. Now that you know one mate, what do you think? Who do you think is mate number two? Thanks!
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