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I let go of the anger and pain in order to welcome new beginnings in my life.-- Anonymous

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Odd was the best word to describe Rèmy.

Not in a I will befriend you then murder you in your sleep. way. Not even in the Maybe I'm a stalker, maybe I'm not. way either. Definitely not how Uncle Vernon described Harry ("Unnatural, disgusting, FREAK."). Just more... unusual.

Sèraphin, who he now called Sera, and Aurèle, who was Rel, weren't exactly typical teens. Rel didn't look at you but through you to whatever made you, you. Sera constantly tilted his head to the side, listening. To what, Harry didn't know. But unlike the youngest brother, when they held conversations or looked in his direction, even if it was only for a few seconds as they crossed paths heading to the next class, the teen knew without a doubt he held all of their attention.

That was not the case with Rèmy.

The older youth was never really all the way there, even as he sat and chatted with him. His eyes- they were so ancient, so alive. Constantly, they glazed over and drifted away, gazing at something beyond Harry and the rest of the world. But Harry didn't blame him. It wasn't like the older boy could control it, not completely. Of that much, he could be certain. Because Rèmy would relax and tell Harry things.

It didn't happen often at first. But the more time Harry spent with the brothers (in the library and on the grounds and even in the Great Hall a few times), the more Rèmy let his guard down and the more it came out in idle conversation. He spoke about people and places and situations he had no way of fathoming, even if it was from a simple hunch or the best connections in the world. Especially for a poor fourteen years old muggleborn.

It wasn't simple things like the latest gossip at school or happenings in class (though he conveyed that stuff too, every once in a while) but big events. Significant, international, magical events. Like the deadly plague in Paraguay that was over before it really started. Or that scandal with the Italian Minister of Magic, whose wife tried to poison him after he got Emiliano Marchini, the Italian Head of the Auror Department, up the duff with a little girl. And the rediscovery of a colony of Peliht, diminutive, draconic creatures believed to be hunted into extinction over a thousand years ago, within a prairie field in the Midwestern United States. That knowledge was too specific to simply be a inkling and Harry just wanted to know how Rèmy did it.

While the green-eyed teen had become part of their threesome like he was the missing piece of a set, the friendship was still too new. The foursome could laugh at each other without wondering if a joke was going too far or ask some invasive questions without thinking, Maybe I shouldn't ask that. That didn't mean either side was ready to give their life stories, not just yet. Harry's curiosity didn't mean much to him, not in the face of being alone again.

Because secrets were a situation Harry understood all too well. They protected yourself as much as the people surrounding you.

*****

It was a few days before the First Task.

Thanks to Rèmy, the four teens were under a huge birch tree by the Black Lake instead of sitting in the warmth and shelter of the library. Sera and Rel sat on his left, one in front of the other, as Harry and Rèmy did the same on the opposite side. After coming across Voldemort in his first year and Aragog and his children almost eating him and Ron in his second, their position was way too close to the Forbidden Forest for Harry so he was the closest to lake with Sèra directly across him. The brothers had forgone the women's clothing today, wearing a pair of dark wool trousers and a matching button up shirt. Warming charms on their cloaks protected them from the worst of the chilly wind that whipped at the faces and bodies.

Nervous glances were thrown their way by the few students who choose to brave the weather like the Leroches and Harry but they were ignored. Since Harry had gotten past his (unfounded) fear that the popular teens wouldn't want to be seen with him in public, not with the scorn and ridicule still thrown his way, the scrutiny and whispers from the rest of the school were a fact all of them were more than use to. The triplets were completely unconcerned with all the extra attention, of which they assured their raven haired friend repeatedly. The usual disdainful behavior from Slytherin turned speculative as they watched the blooming friendship without comment. None said so but Harry got the feeling it was the triplets' doing.

A silencing spell protected their conversation from prying ears as they drifted from topic to topic until finally Rèmy looked at Harry. Not past him as he'd grown accustomed but right at him. He smiled, the air around him knowing. "You can ask you know. We won't get upset."

Confusion filled him before it dawned on him. Harry had shoved aside the burning interest every time Rèmy Spoke. It wasn't his place. But now that he had permission, he hesitated. If Harry asked now, he would get his answers and it would change everything. He didn't know how but he knew this with an absolute certainty.

"I don't know if I'm ready."

"You are," Sera told him firmly. "Why do you think Rèmy brought us this far from the castle?"

Harry nodded in acknowledgement and faced the oddest triplet. "Why does it seem like you're never actually here? And how do you know things before they even happen? Is that why all of you became my friend?"

Rèmy stared at Harry from the hood of his fur lined cloak, his pale eyes serious and searching. He seemed to find what he was looking for because he broke out into a broad grin. "You're smart Harry. I'm sure you think I can see the future?" The dark-haired teen nodded and shoved his glasses back into place.

"You would be somewhat right. I can See the future, yes, but I don't see just one. There are many possibilities that lie before us, ever changing thanks to free will. My Sight simply narrows down those that are more likely to occur. I don't usually interfere because if it's meant to occur, it will happen, and if not, it won't. But sometimes I'll get a feeling that an event is going to without a doubt come to pass. The betrayal of those closest to you, telling you about the First Task, befriending you-it was always meant to happen and would have, regardless of you, me, or anyone else. I started it because I was meant to. But all three of us continue to be your friend because of you, Harry. Not because of destiny or some silly little moniker given to you before you were old enough to comprehend what it meant. You're bitter and sarcastic and blunt to a fault but also caring, helpful, and forgiving. We like who you are, instead of who you pretended to be in a House that didn't truly fit you."

A deep blush stained Harry's cheeks and a warmth he hadn't felt since he found out the truth about Sirius filled his chest as the younger triplet complimented him. This relationship with them, it was completely different from the one he had with Hermione and Ron. He was free to be himself, to be Harry, without the constant fear they would discover his true personality and disapprove. On a good day, he wanted to burn the school to the ground, and on a bad one, the world, to escape the constant expectations facing him. He despised other people, hated to be hassled, to be touched, to pretend he was just a Gryffindor. He could be brave if absolutely necessary but preferred to sit back, wait, and watch before acting, like a Slytherin. He didn't have pretend to be the reckless, selfless boy-who-lived. He didn't have that fear with Sera, Rèmy, and Rel who didn't expect or want anyone but him. That freedom was a new experience and one he wouldn't let go of any time soon.

"My piercings," Rèmy continued as he ran a slim finger over the ones in his left ear, "They aren't just for pretty decorations or to look cool. They're made of a blend of different metals to help ground me so I don't get lost within the Future. This... gift is wondrous but it's so, so terrifying if I let myself go in too deep. You have to understand I was nine when the visions first started and it was hard to accept for a long time. I couldn't understand why me, why not let someone else deal with it. Once I got past never receiving an answer to those questions, it's gotten a little smoother. Controlling it comes a bit easier as I get older. Sometimes I can actively search for an answer if I need to know but it overwhelms me on occasion."

"So that's why it's like you're not always here?" Rèmy smiled and nodded. "Oh." That sort of ability sounded scary to Harry. The other boy doubted he would handle it half as well as Rèmy. Some of the things the blue-eyed Seer had to have seen had to be horrifying and to know there was nothing he could do had to be worse. And yet with the undoubted support of his family, he was able to accept his Sight and use it when needed, amazingly enough.

"How can you deal with it? It sounds suffocating."

"It definitely can be. But with the support of Sera and Rel it's bearable." He beamed at his brothers who returned it with a small grin of their own. Harry couldn't deny the surge of longing that overcame him as he watched their interactions. He wanted that familial bond so much it was hard to breathe with the force of it.

"You help him too." Harry glanced at Rel, who had remained silent with Sera up until that point. "He's in the present more often and for longer periods of time. Before he would've drifted off at least three times by now."

Rèmy nodded so hard his hood fell into his eyes. A slender, caramel hand pushed it back. "That's true and I'm thankful to you for it," he said warmly.

Harry squirmed, uncomfortable with his gratitude. "It wasn't like I did anything."

Rèmy scoffed. "Whether you believe it or not, you've helped me." The other boy nodded obediently, not willing to fight him on it.

Harry was curious though. He didn't know much about magical multiples. The only example he'd had until he The Leroches befriended him were Fred and George Weasley. But they were different, behaving more like an extension of one person instead two separate people. The Leroches were clearly their own person.

But did that mean they didn't have a magical gift like Rèmy? He turned to Sèraphin and Aurèle, questioning."What about you guys? Can you See too?"

"Oh no," Rel chuckled. "That's all Rèmy. What I can do isn't the same though seeing is definitely part of it. I can show you if you want?"

"Will it hurt?"

"Of course not! I wouldn't have offered if that was the case."

A flaming red blush grew on Harry's pale cheeks. "Sorry. Had to be sure."

The curly haired boy waved away his apology. "It's fine."

Rel got on his knees in front of Harry and cool fingers pressed gently on the center of his forehead. A jolt of pure energy ran through his body, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. Harry blinked then gasped, astounded, as a world of colors burst into life around him. Blues, reds, purples, oranges, yellows, and all the shades in between surrounded every person and thing, living or not. Rainbows, pearly sheens, vibrant hues that didn't have a name, and ugly, muddy ones that made him vaguely uneasy.

Surprisingly, the Forbidden Forest wasn't creepy at all. A huge rainbow radiated around it and Harry marveled at the many shades and blends that made up the bubble. Harry laughed when he glanced at the Black Lake. It wasn't black at all. Instead it was mixture of blues and greens with multiple purples swimming throughout it. While the few people around the lake were one or two main colors with brief flares of different ones, multiple vibrant ones surrounded the triplets, most notably a pearly gold.

It was strong, too strong, and Harry became nauseated from staring at them directly. A throbbing ache grew behind his eyes and he shut them to keep the potential headache at bay. Cold fingertips once again pressed the same spot on his head. He breathed in relief when he opened his eyes and his vision was back to normal.

"What was that?" asked Harry incredulously.

"That's one way I see. The main way actually." Rel returned to his spot beside Sera, snickering at Harry's dazed expression. "Overwhelming, yes?"

"Hell yes," Harry blurted out without hesitation. Rèmy and Sèraphin burst out laughing. "You see like that all the time? How are you not insane?"

"Eh, sanity is overrated. Besides, I can turn the Sight off. I can still feel it but it's not as staggering."

"What do you mean 'feel it'?"

"Unlike Rèmy, who's a Seer, there's no name for what I can do. Some people would say I read auras or am empathetic but that isn't quite right. While it's completely possible for me to See auras, as you just saw, I can go further than that. I can see and touch a person's soul if I want--."

"Wait," Harry interrupted with a frown. "If you're the only person who can See that way, then how can know it's really their souls and not just an advanced form of aura reading?"

Rel shrugged. "Instinct mostly. Anyway if I Touch them, I get glimpses into not only their personalities but their pasts, their thoughts, and their feelings. It's invasive, I don't like doing it and don't that often. But even with it "off", I can still read their emotions unless they're an Occlumens. That essentially blocks a person's thoughts and emotions from someone who can read thoughts but it's completely useless against my Sight. After all, it isn't possible to shield your soul, not effectively."

"So if you're able to see souls, does that mean you tell who a person's Soul Bond is?" Harry pondered out loud.

"I can." Rel hesitated, obviously contemplating whether to go into more detail, before continuing slowly,"There is a thread that joins us with our Soul Bond. Each person has two, one that leads to our Bond and another that leads from them. These threads aren't exactly the same as the person we are meant to be with but they're so similar it's barely distinguishable.

"For those who aren't Marked yet, the thread that connects to their Bond is so thin it's almost impossible to See if I don't look at it in the right light-- similar to a spider web. When a person gets their Mark, those threads become easier to see, highlighting the path to their Bond. Once a Bond is complete, the two threads blend together flawlessly, creating an entirely new thread. Those threads call out to me like a beacon because they're so strong and vivid so as soon as I meet someone I know whether or not they've Bonded."

Harry gawked at Rel as he tried to wrap his mind around all the information. Muggle scientists and wizards alike have spent years attempting to understand how Soul Marks and Mates/Bonds work and have gotten nowhere. The wizarding world hated to admit it but wizards and witches knew just as much muggles when it came to figuring out how Bonds worked. And yet, here was Aurèle, a fourteen year old student, who had an in depth knowledge, more than either party would ever know. "That's amazing."

Aurèle nodded, his gold-brown curls dancing in the nippy breeze. His honeyed eyes shone with an inner light Harry had never paid attention to before. "If I Touch the right one, it will reveal everything about their Bonded. Found that out by accident and I haven't done it since. I also know how to damage someone's threads so effectively that only a drooling husk remains. I've done it, once before." His normally brilliant gaze grew dim and haunted, focused a memory no one else could see.

At his words, a chill ran up Harry's spine. He was reminded briefly of last year, being surrounded by all those Dementors and his soul almost stolen. Even months later, he still had nightmares about it, and for a moment, he was frightened of Rel. Of what the other teen had the potential to do.

But then he remembered the warmth, gentleness, and comfort he received whenever he was in the older boy's presence. How much better Harry felt when he gave Harry a hug, a pat on the back, or a kiss on the cheek in welcome or farewell. The fear faded away. What the older boy could do was perturbing but Rel wouldn't abuse his power. Peaceful, softhearted Aurèle turning someone into what was basically a living zombie?

"I'm sure you had a good reason," Harry told him, grabbing Rel's chilled hand in attempt to reassure the him.

The relief in the curly haired teen's eyes was heartbreaking. The realization that Aurèle feared Harry's reaction, probably convinced that Harry would reject all of them out of wariness struck him them. Even by wizard's standards, it wasn't normal what Aurèle could do but neither was surviving the Killing Curse.

"I did. I know he deserved it. What he was going to do--." Aurèle covered his face with trembling hands. Before he could think, Harry pulled the upset boy into a fierce hug, Sèraphin and Rèmy throwing their arms around both of them. It was the first time in Harry's life he'd initiated contact with anyone instead of having it forced upon him and he continued the hug until Aurèle pulled away.

"But that- I'll never forget how empty he was afterwards," he whispered, voice thick with tears. "His soul was so wrong, I had to heal him afterwards. I wouldn't've been able to live with myself if I hadn't." Sera scoffed. His face was completely blank but his eyes, usually so cold and distant, burned with anger. Still, he said nothing." Anyway, that's all I can do," Rel finished with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Wow."

It had to be hard on Rèmy and Aurèle when they first realized their gifts weren't normal and growing up in an orphanage couldn't have helped. It had to have been even harder to realize they stood out among their own kind too. The two youths put their trust in Harry, believing he wouldn't expose their secrets, and for that, he was honored. Harry took a moment to let it sink in before looking at Sèraphin.

The eldest Leroche was hard to figure out. He wasn't as talkative or unquestioning as his younger brothers, often watched the people around him warily. It was only recently the triplet had warmed up to Harry, initiating conversations as opposed to observing the Gryffindor quietly. Sometimes Harry could hear him whispering when no one else was paying attention but didn't get the impression he was talking to himself. Either way, Harry enjoyed talking to him. He was quick-witted and could so utterly sarcastic Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"I'll tell you after the Second Task," Sera told him quietly and Harry nodded, content to wait.

******

The day of the First Task arrived quickly. The sun shone brightly, no clouds to be seen for miles, and the air buzzed with nervous excitement. The stands were full, students, professors, and some parents all waiting for the competition to begin. None of the champions were surprised when Ludo Bagman described their task since all were notified ahead of time-- Harry by Hagrid, Cedric by Harry, and Viktor and Fleur undoubtedly by their Headmaster and Headmistress. When he pulled the Hungarian Horntail out of the bag, Harry cursed his luck before remembering Rèmy's words and calmed slightly. One by one the other champions went until Harry was left.

He took a deep breath when his name was announced and walked out of the tent. Few people cheered for him but he didn't care. All he needed to do was acquire the egg then get the hell out of there, preferably with all limbs and his life intact.

The dragon was made up of sleek lines and elegant curves, towering over fifty feet and more immense than the city buses Harry had gotten glimpses of in Muggle London. With inky black scales, bronze horns, and a wickedly spiked tail, the female was formidably beautiful. She released a screeching roar in warning as Harry drew nearer, that deadly tail whipping around with the force of her agitation. He released his holly wand from the holster on his forearm but kept it pointed down to remain a non-threat. Harry had decided ahead of time he would follow Rèmy's words so that's what he did.

"Hello," he called to the Hungarian Horntail. He didn't realize the it sounded like a bewitching melody to those gathered in the audience.

The dragon stopped her roaring. Harry held his breath right along with the rest of the crowd as she lowered her large reptilian head until her eyes were parallel with Harry, gazing at him inquisitively. The dragon's yellow vertical pupils unnerved him greatly as she continued to stare. He itched to move or something but he stood still patiently. The next move belonged to her.

You Spoke to me little human, a female voice rumbled in his mind.

Holy crap, I hear the dragon in my head!

Harry gaped for a moment before he answered nervously, "Yes. Yes, I did speak to you. What's your name?"

A small plume of smoke blew out the Hungarian Horntail's snout as she inhaled then exhaled deeply. Curious. I haven't spoken to a Nature Speaker in over a century. My name is Leile, little human. With whom am I speaking?

"My name is Harry." He frowned. "Excuse me Leile, what do you mean by Nature Speaker?"

You do not know of Nature Speakers?

"No, ma'am." It was logical to treat something that could eat him with respect.

You are a student are you not, little human?

"Yes ma'am. This is my fourth year."

Leile gave a very human-like snort. You should have been taught about Nature Speakers in your first year. Very well I will tell you. Speakers of any kind are extremely rare, never more than one or two during one century. Some have the ability to Speak to plants. Some Speak to the elements. And some, like you, can communicate with all magical beings.

Harry grimaced, not liking the sound of that. All he needed was one more thing to make him stand from everyone else. "You must be mistaken. I've never spoken to any beings before, only snakes. I'm a Parselmouth."

Leile huffed, sending a thick cloud of black smoke towards Harry, which he quickly dodged.You are no mere snake speaker, foolish boy! I am over a thousand years old. You are not the first Nature Speaker I've come across. Merlin himself was a Speaker and your magic smells exactly the same.

"Merlin spoke to magical creatures? I don't think I've ever heard that before."

You'd never heard of Speakers until I told you either. Does it matter in the long run? You will be who you are, little human. Not who you pretend to be.

But it did matter to Harry. Leile was right about him being himself, and if it wasn't for the fact he stood out enough as the Boy-Who-Lived, it would've mattered very little that he had the ability to speak to magical creatures. He didn't need anything else that made him different from everyone else. He wanted to be ordinary but it seemed that would never happen. Harry shook his head. He didn't have time for this.

"Thank you for explaining it me. Leile, there's a fake egg hidden in your nest. May I have it?"

Take it! Remove the fraudulent egg from my nest!, Leile proclaimed angrily.

She lifted her black, leather wing, uncovering her nest of eggs. Harry walked over to the brood, ignoring the murmuring crowd as the people gasped in fear. He grabbed the golden egg and thanked Leile as he quickly retreated.

You are welcome, Speaker Harry.

Harry returned the sentiment and headed inside the champion's tent. He wasn't surprised to see Rèmy, Aurèle, and Sèraphin waiting beside an empty cot with Madam Pomfrey. The other champions were in their own cots, each sporting slight injuries. Harry knew he was uninjured but waited patiently as the older nurse ran diagnostic spells that came back clean. "Completely unharmed, Mr. Potter."

"First time for everything, Madam Pomfrey," he answered cheekily.

"Right you are, Mr. Potter." She smiled at him before going to check on her patients.

Within moments, Harry was glomped by the triplets and he laughed. "You heard Madam Pomfrey. I'm fine."

"I know but Harry you should've seen yourself!" Rèmy exclaimed, almost knocking Sera and Rel off the bed as he jumped up. "Leile was huge! What if you'd offended her and she tried to eat you!"

"Says the person who told me what to do," Harry snickered quietly, choosing not to acknowledge Rèmy knew the dragon's name in tent full of wizards and witches. He laughed even harder when Rèmy slapped his arm, rubbing away the slight sting.

"That was different and you know it, you prat," Rèmy scowled prettily, swatting the younger boy again.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry."

"That song beautiful, Harry. Where did you learn it?"

Harry frowned at Aurèle, confused. Song? What song? As far as Harry was concerned, he still sounded like a tortured cat when he sung anything unless... Unless the song was how Nature Speaking sounded to wizards and witches?

Harry glanced over to the other side of the tent. Fleur, Cedric, and Viktor were watching him curiously, obviously wanting to know the answer too. But this ability, there had to be a reason it was never mentioned in any of their classes.

"I found it in a book. I'll show you guys later," Harry told the triplets, reminding himself to tell them what Leile said when they were alone. All three smirked at the lie but said nothing. The foursome laid there comfortably as Harry waited for his score.

He sighed in annoyance name was called. Harry got off the cot and returned outside. Shouts and cheers greeted him this time and he almost rolled his eyes. Idiots.

He went and stood before the judges table. Their looks varied from disappointment to excitement but only the extra twinkle in Dumbledore's blue eyes made him nervous. There was something about it that sent alarm bells ringing in his head. Harry quickly looked away. The judges gave forty-two points which put him in second place. Cedric came in first with forty-five while Krum came in third with forty-one and Fleur forty. All in all, Harry was satisfied and left for a private celebration with his friends.

*****

Harry found out the true meaning of fear when McGonagall announced the Yule Ball.

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