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Harry lay soaking in the large claw-footed bath, slowly returning to awareness as his fathers' voices drifted through the din of his consciousness.
Sirius was talking rather hurriedly to Remus, his animated whispers an attempt at trying to keep his voice down. He was not succeeding.
"Don't be ridiculous, Moony! That man just wants something from us. He won't be able to find this place, and if he is what he says he is, he won't be able to enter. His kind can't force their way, I won't let them! I say we keep him out, it's for Harry's own good!"
Remus interjected. "You weren't there, Siri, you didn't... you didn't hear him. He knew, he knew what had happened. There's no way he could have known, even as one of their kind, Harry wouldn't begin to smell like one until his full transformation. So how did he know? No one would have said anything, nothing especially leading."
Sirius turned slightly belligerent. "What does him knowing have to do with it? So what if he knows? I don't give two shits if that man knows, so long as he keeps his bloody mouth shut. He can't have Harry, he isn't a father, or a seed-father or whatever in Merlin's beard he thinks he is! Lily would have never--!"
"Sirius---" Remus began, intent on steering the conversation, but he didn't get a chance.
Severus, who had been silent up till now, decided to make his opinion on the topic known.
"He is a seed-father, of that I am most assured, Black."
Black sputtered, glancing at him in horror.
"WHAT?! You... you... why didn't you tell us? It's not possible. No! No way could he be..." Black seemed intent on staying firmly seated in denial.
"I did not tell you because of how I knew you would react," Snape admitted. "However, due to the circumstances, given the fact that he has sought Lupin out... I think it is necessary to inform you that there is one other seed-father."
Lupin swallowed. "You are certain of this? He's not trying to get anything out of this and he won't hurt Harry?"
Severus nodded or seemed to have made some form of assent. "In the past, he has been rather shady, but after... after a certain event in second year, when Harry showed his..." There was a pause, though the drawl of his voice was more amused afterward. "...His skills and intelligence, he sought me out. He had always told me that he thought Harry was his own. Naturally, he would not take a half-blood, he had his first child to think of. But blood calls to blood..."
Severus paused. "His own child showed no signs of inheriting his own genes, which is common in wizarding blood. Dormant genes are what make up most of the pureblood families, as you should know, Black." Harry could practically picture the arched brow but didn't open his eyes. "Still, he sought to protect the Potter boy, at least after second year. In secret, in silence, he assisted me. If you recall, I mentioned an anonymous benefactor..."
Remus gasped. "You can't mean--!"
Severus was most likely nodding, now, Harry was sure. "Yes, he claimed he could 'smell the blood' on the boy. He could not openly defend him, it would be far too suspicious. So he tried his best to push through the scenes from afar, in the typical Slytherin fashion."
Sirius choked and coughed, clearly not amused by the house reference. Harry began to 'stir', making wet ripples in the warm water that noisily drew the attention of the adults before it could turn into an argument.
"Harry!" Remus greeted with a smile, drawing a washcloth over his forehead, down his cheeks. It was a small, paternal thing that panged with familiarity. Why hadn't he had this before? "There you are, I was wondering when you'd wake up. Are you feeling better?"
Groggily, he nodded, wiggling his toes as he became more aware of his surroundings. He was warm in the bathroom, still wearing his boxers and completely submerged up to his shoulders in the large bathtub. A towel behind his head against the porcelain, it was rather comfortable. Candles made the wooden interior bright, but not garishly so, and Harry blinked for a moment, feeling slow-witted.
"W-who..." He paused, licking his dry lips. His voice cracked a bit and his mouth tasted terrible, something Sirius immediately assisted, offering him a glass of water with a straw. Once he'd had a small sip, he tried again. "Who is the fourth f-father?" He tried again, not bothering to hide that he had been listening.
Shock showed on Sirius' gaunt face, but to Remus' credit, he merely sighed. Severus appeared strangely amused, almost as though he had predicted this outcome. Perhaps, after teaching Harry for three years and trying to catch him out of bed, he had, Harry thought.
"Would you really like to know, regardless of the identity of this person?" Severus drawled, his dark eyes searching, locked with hazy green.
Harry took a deep breath in, then nodded. Strangely, he didn't feel exposed in front of the three adults. Perhaps it was because he knew they bore him no ill will. If you would have told him this months ago, he would have laughed at you, told you that you were off your rocker and had you committed. But here he was, only in a pair of boxers and curled up in a tub without a care in the world in front of three rather imposing adult wizards.
"I want to know. No more secrets. If I have another father out there, I'd like to know. If they're not going to be a good father, I think we can decide together... but I'd still like to know," Harry said, trying to sound mature. He knew he'd have a better chance if he didn't whine about it and simply reasoned why he deserved to know and rationalized things.
After a moment of silence, Severus looked to Remus, then nodded.
Remus took a breath, then sighed. "Lucius Malfoy noted your absence was suspicious when you disappeared off the train. He approached me after, as I was trying to sneak away from Dumbledore." Here, he paused. "He seemed to know you were a Cambion, somehow. He hinted directly at it. Asked if we had taken you away for your safety, me and 'the others', he said. Mr. Malfoy offered his assistance, and mentioned that it was his right to help... as your father."
Harry's heart was pounding in his chest again. Thud-thud. Thump. Thud-thud. Thump. He could practically feel his blood surging in his veins. It wasn't possible, was it? Lucius Malfoy had always hated him. Insulted his family, insulted him. Fought him, done everything he could---
Harry bit his lip. But then, Severus had been tricky too. What if there was more to it than meets the eye? Could he trust the very idea that he had another father, let alone one that might want to protect him?
Harry glanced down at the water's surface.
"What did you mean by 'his kind', what do you think he is?" Came his small voice. He felt as small, as tiny as it sounded.
Sirius huffed, clearly not amused by this turn of conversation.
Remus looked at Severus, and it was he that answered.
"The Malfoys often married into vampire covens along with other creatures that were said to be... acceptable to purebloods. Muggleborns dirtied the blood, but as long as magical blood was kept clean, a few generations of mixed creature blood was acceptable. It is fairly common in most pureblood households." He paused. "The Malfoys are rumored to have at one time married into Veela, but never produced any female children due to some curse. They rarely ever have more than one child as it is, especially from the direct branch. This Veela bloodline has likely lead to the French Malfoy coloring, and when they traveled to England they married into said coven of vampires--- once more, ensuring their purity and magical superiority. Generations passed, eventually, leading to the current Lucius Malfoy."
"S-so, I'd be some Veela-Vampire hybrid?" Harry squeaked in shock. He barely recalled what Veela were other than a vague memory of the textbook answer in Remus' class. An avian creature, but that didn't tell him much.
"No, no!" Remus soothed, running a hand through the tousled and wet hair in an attempt to calm him. "No, Harry. No, you would most likely end up inheriting Dhampir abilities, possibly with a bit more charm due to the latent genetics of the Veela. Maybe a bit of their coloring, if it was present at all. But we'll be going over this by the time of your fourteenth birthday, not to worry."
Harry choked on his saliva, jerking up in the bath and splashing the occupants in the room with his hurried movements.
"M-my birthday?! That soon? What... but my birthday is at the end of next month!" The green-eyed boy shouted, standing from the tub so quickly that water cascaded from him.
Sirius laughed, shaking his head.
"Relax, pup. Didn't you think we realized this?" His grey eyes were full of mischief, and he pulled out a golden chain from around his neck, twirling it with his fingers. "You could say that time will be on our side."
Severus shook his head, not amused at whatever joke that Sirius had hinted at. "What Black is playing at, Harry is that we have a way of making time last longer. You will be able to learn more, spend more time with your fathers and adjust to all this. By the time your birthday comes, we hope you are more adjusted to the..." Here he paused. "To what will come."
Awkwardly, he cleared his throat. It appeared that while the Potions Master had no problem with most things, he wasn't sure how Harry would handle the future of being a fully fledged Cambion.
Harry was handed a large towel by Remus and the others shuffled out. After he had dried and dressed in his clothes (set out by the others), Harry felt secure in the knowledge that wherever he was, and whatever came, he would face it head-on. Not alone, and not afraid.
Opening the door to the washroom, the young cambion glanced curiously at his surroundings.
It seemed the interior was styled like a wooden log cabin, small and comfortable, at least that's what it seemed to suggest. You never could be sure with wizards, or their homes, Harry recalled. Perhaps it was a Cottage? It seemed homey, albeit large, but very warm.
Making his way towards the noise and the faint smells coming from what he could only presume was the kitchen, Harry wandered through the living room of the strange safehouse he had been absconded off to. The floors were hardwood, but sparsely covered in rugs and he dug his toes into them as he padded to the open entry-way that was something of a dining room.
Sure enough, he found Remus cooking a late meal, with Sirius and Severus quietly arguing (or at least attempting to be quiet in their dispute) over tea. Amused at the slight predictability of the scene, he shook his head, making his way into the room.
"Er... so... what sort of things are we going to be doing here, exactly?" He mused aloud, pulling out a chair at the table, between two of his fathers.
Remus looked up from the stove, holding a spatula in his hand. "I'll leave Severus to explaining that. It's a long story, and the food will be ready soon, then you can tuck in."
His expression nervous but determined, Harry turned to Severus, watching the Professor as he sipped his tea. For a few moments, the dark man was silent before he settled his cup back on its saucer.
"What would you like to know?"
"Everything," Harry admitted. "I want to know what is going to happen. I'm not a cambion now, technically. I... why do I have to become one?" His fingers drummed curiously on the table, a rhythm to distract himself. "What do you mean by more time before my birthday? I trust you all to take precautions... but I want to know what's going on. And... I want to know how Mr. Malfoy will be involved in all this."
He'd been thinking carefully about these questions while he was dressing alone in the bathroom. Trying to sort his mess of thoughts into something comprehensible.
Severus nodded shortly, just the once and steepled his long fingers together. "You have been thinking, a good sign in the current situation."
Sirius snorted, shooting Severus a dark look. "Of course he has, he's a smart boy!"
Severus scowled but returned his attention to Harry. "It shows me you are taking this seriously, Harry. I always knew you were smart, that is why I pushed you so hard," the dour-looking man admitted. Harry blinked for a moment, but Severus was already continuing. "The reason you have to become a Cambion, a full Cambion is probably a good place to start, I think. At the moment, you have the seeds planted, as it were, but you are mostly dormant, much like the genetics."
Harry nodded. He didn't feel particularly like a creature, and he certainly didn't look any different from a human. No special abilities, no powers. He was, after all, just Harry. A wizard boy who attended Hogwarts, but nothing would lead you to believe he had four fathers and 'two' mothers.
Severus nodded. "The reason we would seek to activate these genetics is a complicated one. If we could leave them be, could leave you be, we would. A normal life would be best, I think, considering your complex circumstances."
The very idea seemed wonderful, but the way the Professor spoke of it made it sound impossible. Out of his reach.
"As it stands, if you pass your fourteenth birthday without inheriting... you will most likely live a well-rounded life to a ripe old age of twenty at the latest," Snape said bluntly. "Your body will go on the decline as you reach wizarding maturity, which stands at seventeen, and your core will begin to devour itself. Without the bonds of your genetics, the open pathways from the foreign magics gathered by your... Mothers, you simply will not live very long."
Harry felt like a brick had been dropped into his stomach. It was impossible to swallow, as though small stones were wedged in his windpipe, blocking anything he might have said. Making him choke. Only six years, if this had continued...
Sirius seemed to realize his problem, noting his son gaping and swallowing like a fish, pale as a ghost, for he rubbed soothingly on his back.
"Hey now, none of that! It won't be happening, we told you, Harry! We'll be taking care of you!" The Black heir squeezed an arm around the small teen. "We've got it all figured out, pup."
The lumps seemed to be slowly working their way out of his throat, dissolving with his bitter saliva, or perhaps the comfort of his fathers. Harry nodded. It tasted sour and sharp in his mouth, but at least he could breathe and swallow properly once more.
"This leads to the discussion of more time," Severus continued once Harry had calmed. "We have in our possession a time turner--- something which allows the user to turn an hourglass full of time sand, going back hours or days depending on the settings of the rings surrounding the necklace."
The green-eyed wizard opened his mouth for a moment then ventured curiously. "So... so I'd have... additional days?"
Severus shook his head. "We were thinking more along the lines of a week with each father. At the end of the week you will be given a separate potion containing a sample of each of our blood-" Harry wrinkled his nose at this, pulling a disgusted face. "-While disgusting to consider, it is necessary to begin the transformation and hurry the bonding process.
"You will have a week with each father, as I said, given time to understand the species or bloodline from each of their prospective families. The abilities you will be inheriting and possibly what you could be turning into. This will also allow you to get to know each father one-on-one without interruptions." He paused. "However, should you ever be in danger, you will be provided with an emergency portkey. On the odd chance that the time with a father needs to be cut short, you will be sent immediately to the basement--- which you will then find yourself with four doors. As you have four fathers, you will enter one room and close it. If a door is closed, do not open it till one of us retrieves you. The room will provide you with everything you need till then."
His eyes were rather sharp, as serious as they had ever been when he had caught Harry out of bounds after hours. "Do not disobey me on this, Harry. Bad things happen to wizards who meddle with time, and I highly suggest you do not interfere. Meeting yourself could have disastrous results."
Harry felt very confused, but nodded obediently.
"So... so I'll be spending a week with you, a week with Remus, and a week with Sirius... what about Mr. Malfoy?" he asked cautiously.
Remus turned around with a plate of hot chicken and steaming scallops plated up for Harry. It was he who answered, sitting across from the boy and moving to prepare him a cup of tea as well.
"We'll be in correspondence with him, and should things go well, you'll most likely spend a week with Mr. Malfoy as well. Remember, you'll have your emergency portkey... so it's not as though we're doing this without safety measures."
Sirius grudgingly seemed to pipe up, "We might need him, and if he follows through, he could be useful. We'll see how it goes and what he's willing to jump through for your sake, Harry."
"We are not about to put you in danger," Severus said quietly.
Harry nodded, tucking into his dinner and trying to settle his thoughts. After all, it wouldn't do him any good to fret on an empty stomach.
Sirius then lead him to his room, describing how they could change the walls, furniture, and coloring to decorate it how he liked. He also mentioned they would have to order him new clothes, glancing in disgust at Harry's school trunk which sat innocently at the end of his new bed. Laughing, Harry shooed the man from his room, not bothering to change out of his freshly clean clothes and simply sliding between his sheets.
It felt warm, clean and peaceful here. It was a strange thing to think, but he knew he was safe. He didn't have to worry about the Dursleys, though he had plenty to think about.
With thoughts buzzing quietly, whispering like butterfly wings across his consciousness, Harry fell into a deep sleep. His dreams were strange, filled with colors, noises, and shapes, but he couldn't recall anything in the morning.

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[[ Still own nothing, just a little fanfiction. And the plot thickens! Just a bit of an explanation. Ah, Harry always did feel a bit like Fate's Bitch. Sorry, Harry...]]
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