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Topsyturvy	By : AquamarieneStardust Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 92984 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 14
Disclaimer: I own nothing but what I created (story line, plot, differences from origanal and Aphrodite) J.K. Roweling owns Harry Potter world I make no prophet I just play in it

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I wake early in the morning, smiling at all of my mates curled up around me sleeping soundly. I extract myself from the twins, who insisted on sleeping next to me because of the baby. As soon as I’m out of their tight grip, they move together as if a magnet is pulling them and cuddle each other closely. I slip on my flannel dressing gown to guard against the chill of the early morning in the castle and go to the common room where I pick up the journal of Sir Fae and turn to page one to begin reading.
After a couple hours I haven’t found anything of relevance yet, until I flip the next page. I read through it twice just to make sure that I read it correctly.
Merlin hath chosen me to go a questing. I have been tasked to capture a Will-o-the-Wisp for him to finish the protection spells on the walls of this great city. Mayhaps he doth know about my decadence of the great heavenly creatures known as Other. My grandfather Salazar hath told that he is the great-great-great grandson of the lost child born to the Other Queen’s fae mate before the angelic creature departed our realm forever.
If this but be true Merlin may believe that I am the best for the task because the Other were said to be strong, powerful, pure, and gifted. How be believeth one such as me, a mere wizard, could accomplish what he doth not I am sure not. I shall tryeth my best to succeed in this quest. For to fail means the ruin of this great kingdom that I love.
I depart on the morrow, leaving my wife, Issabella, and daughters, Avaleen and Corralin, alone for I know not how lengthy of a time.

                So Sir Remlen Fae is one of my ancestors. I wonder what one of his daughters is my umpteenth-greats grandmother? I smile gently and continue to read on waiting for my loves to wake up and hoping for any scrap of information.
                Just as I hear the first movements coming from my room I stumble upon another nugget of information that gets me excited.

Grandmother Helga sayith that the best place to lay thine eyes upon a Wisp is here on the grounds of Hogwarts in the Misty Forest or by the shores Mirror Lake. She telleth me that she hast always glimpsed more of them when she starteth at Mirror Lake and followeth Unicorn River from it into the Misty Forest, and that the start of the river, is in a valley betweeneth two mountains in the exact center of the forest. The creatures of the Earth used to gather there for great revelry and to learneth the teachings of the angelic Other. She sayeth that this be the place from whence that appeared to begin with many a century ago and that tis the self-same place they then disappeared. She tells me that one day an heir wilt open once more the door and the Other shall returneth to this plain of existence.
I hath decided that I shall follow the river as far into the Forest from the Lake as I can go. Mayhaps I shall spot my quarry and be able to catch one as well.
                I smile excitedly down at the book in my lap. Not only did he tell me that he was HERE to catch the Wisp, and tell me the true names of the Forbidden Forest and Black lake, he told me how to start my trip to the door I need to find! I want to squeal from excitement but I refrain feeling that my grouchy little banshee is still asleep and I don’t want to wake him yet. He still has half an hour to sleep before he has to get up and get ready for the day. The only ones up right now are Oliver and Daph, who are enjoying a “shower” at the moment. I smirk at the feelings I’m getting through the link in my mind to the two of them and go back to my book.
Lord Godrick hath helped me to figure out why I have to this point not been able to lay hands on my target. He explained that Wisps are between worlds and that one must also be between worlds to capture one. However, if I were to venture completely into the between realm pocket I woulds not be able to returneth. So we devised a way to get only my hands into the pocket. We hath decided to place the spell on a pair of silver gauntlets I forged in his weapons forge. Upon the palms of each of the gauntlets I have placed the image of a swift in bronze to assist with increasing my speed to catcheth the Wisp.
Tomorrow shall be the day I compleat this quest so as to returneth home to my wife and daughters. Today is the start Corralin’s fourteenth year. Issabella hath informed me she hath excepted a marrage proposal to Sir Lamorak’s youngest son Peridon, who is of eighteen years. I wish her the greatest happiness with him. Just as I hath had with Issabella and what Avaleen hath had with Sir Mordred as the Princess of our fair kingdom. She hath been married three years, and is expecting their second child. I have been gone from my family for seven years tomorrow. It is time to end this so that I may returneth to my loving family.
                I never knew Mordred had any kids, and he’s related to me through at least marrage?! He’s a bad dude!! But I know what they look like now. And I’ve almost finished reading this silly book! I hope he tells me where they were put after he finished his quest.
                “Good reading?” I look up and smile at all of my mates who are dressed and ready for the day. I nod and wave my finger around so that I am clean and dressed in my uniform. Oliver walks over to me and I kiss him before answering his question.
                “It is. Sir Remlen fae is one of my ancestors. The great-something- grandson of the lost child of Queen Ressana’s fae mate. He had two daughters. The oldest one married Arthur’s son Mordred and had at least two kids, the other girl married Sir Lamorak’s youngest son Peridon, or I assume she did. I’m only to her being engaged to him at the moment.” My mates all smile at my enthusiasm and hug me tightly.
                “Shall we head down to breakfast now?” Draco asks clinging tightly to my side. I kiss him gently and nod, leading us all out of our rooms and down to eat, leaving my book on the couch.
                “So is everything better now? Did you all work everything out?”
                “Except for Draco yes.” Daph tells me from my other side, wrapped around Oliver.
                “Yes, well he is an impossible brat.” Blaise tells her from his place wedged between the twins. “Always has been as long as I’ve known him.”
                “So his whole life then.” Fred states. Draco glares at him and Fred smacks him rather hard on his perfect bum causing Draco’s eyes to darken with longing. I lean up and whisper in his ear.
                “Don’t make me force you to resolve this with Daph. You won’t like your punishment if I have to force you to seal your part of the bond with her. I’m not a very patient person Dragon, and I want to seal our bond now that I have all of you with me.” I see him gulp slightly and nod minutely. I smile and kiss his claiming mark under his shirt and robes. He shivers and clings to me tighter as we all walk into the Hall and find our seats at Gryffindor table, across from Gin, Luna, and Nev, Oliver and Daph sitting on the same side as my little sister and her mates.
                Not too long after I see John and his mates enter the Hall as well and take seats at Ravenclaw Table. I catch John’s eye and then look pointedly over at Ash Pythrose, that sexy goth looking Slyth that just so happens to be John’s first male mate. John tries to ignore me by eating, but since I don’t NEED real food to live on I Keep daring the Dov King with my eyes to make his move on Ash. Ashley is a pretty name. If I ever have a son I think I’ll name him that. Maybe… depends on if he looks like and Ashley or not. WAIT!! Tia! Back on point! John and Ash mating! John glares at me and I stick my tong out at him before smirking slyly at him.
                I watch as John gets up and walks over to the vampire and I smile triumphantly at them as the talk. After a few seconds John leads the goth boy out of the Hall and I smile knowingly. When we have ten minutes to get to classes, I send my lovely mates ahead of me, Oliver to escort them for Draco’s sake, poor thing is shaken by something but hasn’t said a word to me about it, he will when he’s ready I suppose.
                I make my way out of the hall and use my connection to the castle to lead me to the room John and Ash just mated in, course, I think the better turn of phrase would be “fucked like bunnies” but that really is much too crude. I cross my arms and lean against the wall, propping one foot up on the stone blocks so that my leg is bent comfortably and I can use it to push off easily to start walking with John. A moment after I’m comfortable, Ash walks out looking thoroughly fucked with his hair sexily messed up. He spots me and I smirk at him causing his face to turn beet red and him to rush off into the crowed. Two beats later, John walks out of the room and glares at the smirk still on my face. “Shut up.”
                “I didn’t say anything.” I complain my smirk turning into a true smile.
"You wanted to. I could see it on your face. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm running late." He tries to walk away and I push off the wall following him.
"Gee, I wonder why?" I tease, barely keeping up with his long strides down the hall.
"Shut up." I laugh lightly, shaking my head at how obviously embarrassed he is that I caught him, and grouchy that I won this round by him going to Ash after breakfast.
“Walk me to class?” He stops and offers me his arm with a long suffering sigh, which I take happily and we hurry off to our class and make it just in time. Once we arrive I spot Draco in our usual seat, right in front of his mother’s desk where she put us on purpose, and I leave John to go to him. I slip into the chair next to my Dragon and kiss his cheek just as I grip his hand and place both in his lap. I pick up my quill and begin to take notes thanking the entire universe that Draco is left handed, otherwise this would never work.
                After class is over Draco and I leave, and I notice that John is staying behind to talk to Narcissa. I shrug and pass Draco off to Blaise and head off to my next class, Animagis Training with Siri. I get there and run up to him, like I do every class, and hug him tightly.
                “Hi Papa!”
                “Hey Sev. How’s my girl?”
                “Fantastic. My mates are all playing nicely now, except Draco, but he has a couple more days left in my mercy before I’m REALLY pissed at him.”
                “I see. Do you think you’ll manage your shape today? Or at least a part of it? I would be so proud if my girl was the first to shift even a little bit in all my classes that are to trying to shift.”
                “I hope! How is Draco doing? And Daphne?”
                “Well, he’s at the same place as most of the rest of my students. Daphne is the same, and as you know Blaise isn’t in this class at all being a dog shifter.” I nod and kiss his cheek as he pushes me to my spot in the classroom next to his desk so that I can start to work.
                I sit down on the floor and begin to meditate, searching for my inner animal.

                “Class dismissed!” My eyes snap open at the sound of Papa’s voice. I stretch out my poor cramped muscles, stiff from sitting in one position for the entire hour class, and walk over to Papa who hugs me to him tightly. “Shall we head to my common room for lunch?” I nod a smile on my face.
                “Kreature?” My wonderful elf appears with a small pop and bows to me his ears brushing the floor. I smile at him as he stands back up a smile on his face as well.
                “Mistress Tia called?”
                “I did. Would you get lunch for all of the adults and myself and bring it to Papa and Papa Tom’s rooms?”
                “Oh yes! Kreature be doing so right now!” With a final smile, he is gone and Siri and I head out of his class room.
                “Creepy seeing that elf so happy. He never liked anyone but Mother and Regulus.”
                “Because they were nice to him. A little kindness goes a long way Papa, you know that as well as anyone else.”
                “Well, yes, but I still think it’s creepy. Mr. Angesombre, may we help you?” I look over and smile at the beautiful young man standing in the hallway in front of us. He was a student that SHOULD have been allowed to come in his first year, yet Bumbles hadn’t let him, he shares my Creature inheritance class with me so that must be why.
                “Hello Adrian. How are you this very fine day?”
                “My fair Angel of light.” His light French accent goes right through me every time I hear his deep, smooth, and calming voice. He lifts his head to look at me but stays bent at his waist.
                “Why do you call me that?”
                “You are Other, they are Angels.” I freeze, no one but my friends and family know what I am. “OH! I’m sorry! I am a Reaper.” My eyes get wide and Siri tries to move between me and Adrian.
                “Reaper? They’re real?” I push my adoptive, and pregnant, father out of the way gently and look at the tall beautiful boy in front of me.
“Oui. I have a question to ask of you.” I nod barely hearing him, staring into his eyes that, now that I know what he is, are a swirling vortex of dark fire and bright light, heaven and hell.
“It’s true.”
“Pardon? I do not understand?” I give him a bright smile.
“Death truly is beautiful.” He smiles back at me and shakes his head, his gleaming, punk rocker cut, black and blue hair bouncing and becoming dizzyingly distracting in the torch light.
“Mai oui, this is why people are so willing to come with us into their sleep.”
“What was your question?”
“Well, Reapers don’t always have mates, but the only way to know for certain if a person is a Reaper’s mate is for the Reaper to get very close to the person.”
“Ok. So do you have a mate?”
“I am not certain.”
“So what is your question?”
“I have a bit of a, ahem, crush.”
“On?”
“A friend of yours.” I eye him a bit then smile.
“John, Pans, Luna, or…” I look at him very carfuly and smirk. “Draco?” His eyes go wide and he backs up a step holding his hands up in surrender shaking his head.
“NO! Not your mate! That would make me your mate as well and I know for certain that you are not.”
“Why is that?” Siri asks calming down now that he sees that Adrian means no harm to me.
“Other are life and Reapers are death. The two mating is unheard of! Impossible!”
“Nolo is one of my familiars and he is a soul searcher, they do the same thing as Reapers, but Nolo can bring people back to life, he did it with Pa-roffessor Black here. To the best of my knowledge Reapers don’t bring people back to life.”
“They do not.” I nod and think for a moment.
“Is your crush John?”
“Oui. My question is this, should I approach him?”
“OF COURSE!! You’ll never know unless you try, and John is a good guy. He’ll hear you out and help you figure out if you are his mate or not. And if it turns out you aren’t I promise I’ll help you find out who is!”
“Merci, my fair Angel.”
“Call me Tia, all of my friends do.”
“But of course, Tia.” A small hopeful smile appears on his lips and I realize, I am his first and only friend. I walk up to the tall boy and wrap my arms around his rail thin frame tightly in a hug. He stiffens and I keep hugging him around his waist until he returns the embrace, much stronger than I expected from the skinny boy. Must be all wiry muscle.
“Now. John is… busy… today. I would go and talk to him in a few days. He just claimed his fifth, and I think most submissive, mate today. So give him a couple days to let the bond settle before you go talk to him.” He nods gently and lets me go. We step back and smile brightly at each other, me craning my neck to look up at his seven feet of height.
“Thank you Tia. I shall not keep you any longer.” I nod and hug him quickly once more, Adrian returning the hug more quickly this time.
“I have once question for you though, about Reapers?”
“What is it?”
“Do they wear long black robe and carry a scythe?” He laughs a musical laugh and a second later he shifts and I am looking at a dark Other, purple and black magic forming the shape of a HUGE scythe in his left hand.
“Other and Reapers look similar, yes.” I nod and shift as well so he can see, he may know all of these things but he has never actually seen an Other to know for certain. Where my wings are white with sliver and a little very light blue here and there, his are black with an acidic purple, the same purple as his magic, and a deep blue, like his hair. His hair is the same colors, and just as choppy looking, but it is waist length and blowing in an invisible wind created by his magic. Instead of a long black dress like robe his is in skinny jeans, dragon hide boots, and a tight fitting t-shirt an open robe over the top with a hood that he has down but could pull up and be extra sinister, all of these things in matched black. His eyes are swirling faster now and are more visible now that he has changed.
“If you end up not having a mate, I will GLADLY take you as a lover. My mates wouldn’t mind at all. In fact, I think that they would quite enjoy you joining our family.” We smile and change back.
“I shall remember that. Now, we must part ways. You have a meeting to go to and I am headed back to Gryffindor tower to collect my books for my next set of classes after lunch. I nod and we walk past each other. When Siri and I reach the end of the hall and are about to turn the corner Adrian calls my name. I turn and look at him, he hasn’t moved more than a few steps. “How does it feel to have seen Death and lived to tell the tale?”
“Exhilarating. And I am glad that I can call Death my dear friend.” He blushes lightly, the red making his corpse colored skin look alive, and walks down the hall.

“What took you two so long?” Papa Tom asks hugging us both tightly as Siri and I enter the lounge area of their rooms.
“Sev met a new friend.”
“I’m friends with Death now!!” I yell excitedly causing the other adults that love me to freak out. “RELAX! It’s Adrian Angesombre, he’s a Reaper and a super great guy, even if he is shy.”
“I’ve never seen him with any people, he stays off in a corner alone.” Uncle Sev states filling a plate for Aunt Tunnie and him to share.
“As far as I know, today is the first time he has spoken a word since arriving here in September.” Pap says nibbling at something Papa Tom was making him eat.
“Good for you sweet Tia. Now, why did you want to talk to all of us?”
“Well, all of you know more history that anyone I know, that I feel comfortable talking to that is. So I wanted to know if any of you know about my ancestor Sir Remlen Fae.”
“He was a knight in King Arthur’s court. Merlin sent him to catch a Wisp and he did.” Papa Tom tells me. “His youngest daughter died three days before her wedding to Peridon Lamorak from scarlet fever. They all thought she was going to pull through, and almost did too, had the temperature not dropped the night she died, chilling her to her bones and causing the illness to consume her. Sir Fae was desolate, Corralin was the most like Issabella and so she was his favorite. He loved both girls though, and neither ever wanted for anything.”
“So I’m descended from Mordred and Avaleen, what one of their children? Do you know?”
“Their youngest, Lenore. She was colored like her mother, golden hair and eyes with tanned skin, but her temperament was more like her wretchedly cruel father. She was the only one of his children Mordred didn’t murder in their sleep when he killed his whole family.”
“How do you know these things?” Siri asks his husband incredulace.
“Their portraits all hang in Shadowhaunt, in a wing that only a speaker can enter.”
“Cool.” I whisper before shaking my head hard to get back on focus. “Do any of you know where Sir Remlin hid his gauntlets?”
“No, but he would know.” Papa Tom tells me and I nod.
“Looks like I’m going home for a bit.” I stand up and walk to Papa Tom and Siri’s bedroom, and using the darkness inside, I move into the Slytherin Manner entry hall. I look around and smile at being back here. The beautiful home, that, were it not for the fact that Draco, Nev, and Gen were terrified of living here, I would live in permanently, in the dangerous Shadow Realm. I walk over to a portrait of my ancestor himself and clear my throught gently so as not to seem rude. ‘Excussse me, Grandfather Sssalasssar?’
‘Yesss?’ He opens his eyes and I gasp seeing Harry’s eyes. ‘What isss it granddaughter?’
‘I’m looking for grandfather Remlen sssir. I mussst find sssomthing that wasss oncsse hisss.’
‘I sssee. Very well then. Go to the sssouth wing and on the top floor there iss a door leading into a closed off wing, a sssecond eassst wing. Ssspeak the passssword and it sshall open for you. He and hiss children are in there, asss well asss Mordred. I could not ssstand to be reminded of what I had lossst when Mordred betraid the woman he loved and hissss family.’
‘I underssstand. Thank you grandfather Sssalassar.’ He nods and closes his eyes. I move into the darkness once more and appear in front of the door I was told to find. ‘Open for the heir.’ The door clicks open quietly and I enter the hall. The smell of dust almost suffocates me so I cast a cleaning charm and an air freshening spell so that I can talk comfortably.
“Who doth go there?!” an angry male voice yells from my left. “Lord Mordred doth demand thee identify thineself!” I look at the three chandeliers on the ceiling and a second later the hall is bathed in soft candle light. It is barren except for nine portraits. I walk across the dark hardwood floor my heels on my shoes clicking lightly.
“I am Aphrodite Severa Potter. Your heir.”
“Thow art nothing of import.” The same voice, Mordred, says looking down his nose at me, his arms crossed like a child. I am shocked to see my twin brother’s face in the painting, except for the black eyes.
“Do be quiet!” I look around for the woman’s voice, and a very motherly looking young woman smiles at me. “Hello child. I am Issabella.” I smile at the red headed woman, a light strawberry color wavy and silky. “You shall have to forgive your grandfather Mordred, he likes to hear his own voice.”
“I understand. And I’m not here to talk to him anyway, maybe a different day if he can hold his tongue.”
“Why are you here then child?” I look next to Issabella’s portrait and see a girl dressed in purple, a circlet on her head. Looking at this painting, thousands of years old, I feel like it is a mirror.
“My god.” I whisper in shock.
“You truly are my child then, thow looketh just like a mirror to me.” Avaleen smiles at me and I see the difference between us, her smile is warm and loving, I know for certain that I have never smiled like that. “Come now. Tell us why you are here?”
“I’m looking for my grandfather Remlin.”
“I am here child. What might I do to help?” The man dressed in armor looks at me with wise and kind blue eyes.
“I am the last queen of the Other, Zalnia Timoltalu.” I see all of their eyes widen in shock so I change to prove to them my claim.
“What can I do to help?” Remlen asks, awe in his voice.
“In order to open the door to the Other realm, I need the Wispcatcher gauntlets. They are the only thing that can get the healing element out of the element of serenity.”
“I know the clues for the quest you are on well. It is the reason Mordred killed all of us. I knew he could never get that door open no matter how hard he tried.” I look over at the man that looks like my twin brother Harry and see him paying more attention than he is letting on. “All I will tell you is that they are hidden at the school in a secret room and there they will stay until they are needed. If you are worthy of them you shall find them.” I look at him a moment before I smile widely.
“The Room of Requirement!!”
“Pardon?”
“You probably know it as the Come and Go Room or the Room of Hidden Things. That’s where they are! Thank you all so much!! I’m going to move your portraits to Gryffindor Hall, that’s where we are staying at the moment because one of my mates, my adoptive little sister, and one of her mates are all three terrified of this place. Otherwise I would live here, I love it here!”
“Why move us?” I look at one of the three portraits hanging between Mordred and Avaleen, she looks older than the other two.
“That is Chastity, my eldest child, the second is my son Virtue, the third is our youngest, Lenore.”
“Because Aunt Chastity, I find you all to be very interesting and you are family. I want to talk with you more and learn more of my heritage. After I open the door that is.” I snap my fingers and all the portraits are gone, to hang in the hall of portraits at Gryffindor Hall. I then return to school and go directly to the RoR and pass three times thinking only of the gauntlets on a pillow hovering in the center of the room. When I open the door that appears, that is exactly what I see. I skip over happily and pick them up hugging them before I slip them into my bag and skip off down the hall for my next class.
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