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The Returnof the Legendary Amarens	By : looonylei Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 33758 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Albus Wulfric Percival Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Defeater of the Dark Lord Grindelwald, Leader of the light yet behind his genial and light facade, he was darker than any of the dark lords. He was an evil power hungry manipulator, and at the moment he was elated. Three Amaren would now be staying at Hogwarts. Three new power sources and another chance to gain entrance into the Amaren realm. He had been disappointed when Severus refused to return to their realm. The potion master became devastated when, after so many years, he still hadn’t found his mate. Since then he tried to suppress his inner Amaren together with the noir magica to the point that the headmaster could no longer siphon it for himself. But with his golden trio being Amaren now it would be easy, as the three of them fully trusted him. He could easily manipulate them just like he always did. Ever since he found out the result of the potions accident, he could feel his body thrumming with excitement. He already wanted to claim their magic, but forced himself to kept his distance for awhile and plan everything first thoroughly. Besides, he still had his source of noir magica he’d been using for so many years now, aside from Severus.

His train of thoughts were cut off when his floo flared green, then a young wizard with golden blonde hair and deep blue eyes, and a young witch with ash blonde hair and hazel eyes stepped into the headmaster's office.

“Good evening, Headmaster,” greeted the young wizard.

“Mr. and Ms. Delara I presume? Welcome to Hogwarts,” replied the headmaster as he gestured them to take a seat.

“Yes thank you Headmaster. I’m Nazaneen Delara, and my sister Pyar Delara,” the young wizard introduced stiffly when he felt a mild intrusion in his mind. He quickly and subtly strengthened his mental shields, while at the same time trying to invade the headmaster’s mind. He was quite surprise when he easily passed the mental barrier. He saw flashes of memories that he hadn’t thought the so called leader or the light could possibly do. He was about to pull out when a certain memory caught his attention.
There was a dark haired wizard who lay unconscious on a four poster bed. At the edge of the bed the headmaster was standing with a small bundle of a peacefully sleeping child in his arms. Suddenly the door burst open and a witch with flaming red hair stormed in crying as she tried to take the child from the headmaster.

“Albus, please. Don’t take him away. I’ll do anything just please don’t separate them. They are bound. They will suffer without the other close to them. Please Albus, don’t do this., pleaded the young witch, tears streaming down her pain filled emerald eyes.

“My dear girl, you know it’s for the greater good,” was all the headmaster said as he strode out of the room leaving the devastated witch and the oblivious and still unconscious wizard.

The blonde wizard was pulled from the memory when he felt a tug on his hand.

“Are you quite alright my boy? You look pale, do you need to go to the infirmary?,” asked the headmaster.

Before he could respond though the door was suddenly opened and a stern looking witch strode in. “Albus, the Hogwarts Express has been locked down for some unknown reason, and no one can get in nor out of the train.”

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To say that that Blaise was surprise was an understatement. No, he wasn’t just surprised with everything that had happened in the last hour or so. He was astounded. He had no idea why or how this was happening all at once. One moment he was watching his best friend on his knees begging a Gryffindor. And not just any Gryffindor but Harry Potter of all people. Then the next moment he found himself in between drawn wands of a bunch of furious Slytherins and Gryffindors because the Slytherin prince and the Gryffindor Golden Boy were now both sprawled unconscious on the floor. While the ravens and puffs were trying to get off the train, but for an unknown reason the train had been put on lockdown.

And Merlin, to top it all, his mate was standing there now in front of him with an unreadable expression. He didn’t know if that was a good or bad sign. But he thought that maybe it was good, because he thought that the redhead would have been throwing a fit by now if it had been bad. After all, his temper was well known.
He shook his head to clear his mind and focused on Draco for now. He would think about what to do with his mate later when everything here was already settled. He crouched down beside Draco and was about to enervate his best friend when Granger held his hand.

“Don’t. We have no idea what happened to them yet. It might be dangerous to cast magic on them,” she explained when he looked at her questioningly.

“What’s going on here?” the Potions Master asked in his usual cold voice and domineering persona as he approached them, but halfway his body stiffened as he was bombarded by a mixture of different emotions all at once. From fury that someone had dared to hurt his mates to elated that finally he had found their submissive mate and then back to dread, devastation and resignation. Dread towards what he would say or do now that he had found him. Devastated that now he finally knew the reason, the very valid reason, why Harry was rejecting them, and resignation that there’s no chance in hell that Harry would reconsider and accept them. Ashiqa, why? Why him? And why them?

He was startled back to the current predicament when he was shoved aside by an annoyed medi witch who was now checking on his mates.

“Poppy what’s the matter?” He asked somewhat terrified when he saw the confused and worried looked on the medi witches face.

“I don’t understand. My magic isn’t working on them. Albus will you please try a diagnostic spell,” Poppy requested as she moved aside to give space for the headmaster. But just like her, the headmaster’s magic wasn’t working on the two young Amaren either. They were about to send them to the infirmary when a wizard with shoulder length layered raven hair with green streaks and grey eyes stepped forward.
“Headmaster,” he greeted courtly. “if you’ll allow me,” he asked casting a worried and longing gaze to the unconscious raven haired wizard, which had not gone unnoticed by the Potions Master who was eyeing him now suspiciously and warily.

“Ofcourse-”

“Albus,” Severus interjected as he stood between the stranger and his mates.

“No worries Severus,” the Headmaster assured the Potion's Master’s unspoken concern. “This is Professor Kyles, our new defence instructor.”

Severus eyed the new professor once more. His gaze seemed as though it was penetrating through the wizards deepest soul. After a while he hesitantly moved aside. Professor Kyles then approached the two unconscious Amaren, he drew his wand and waved it in a complex pattern while chanting a rather long spell in an unknown language, but one that seemed familiar to the Potion's Master. With one last flick of his wand Draco and Harry began to glow, and after a moment the light was absorbed by their bodies. Draco and Harry began to regain consciousness as they slowly opened their eyes. Harry was the first to fully recover. Severus was about to move to help his submissive mate but he was beaten by the bushy haired Gryffindor who immediately assisted her best friend. So instead, Severus approached his other mate and checked to see if he was alright.

“We had better proceed to the castle for the welcoming feast. We’ll just meet in my office afterwards to discuss what happened,” instructed the Headmaster eyeing the raven haired Gryffindor and the blonde Slytherin.
The travel towards the castle was tense and awkward. Everyone was lost in their own train of thoughts. The students broke into whispers and murmurs as they entered the Great Hall. The professors heading towards the head table while the students went to their respective house tables.
At the Gryffindor table while the first years were being sorted, the Golden Trio were quietly talking about what occurred on the train.

“Harry what’s going on?” asked Hermione softly. She already had a vague idea of what really happened but still she wanted to make sure her assumptions were correct, but to her and Harry’s surprise it was Ron who answered.

“Oh come now Hermione, don’t tell us you haven’t figured it out yet. Malfoy is Harry’s mate. Oh and Snape-”
“Professor Snape, Ronald,” Hermione chastised, but Ron just rolled his eyes.

“But Ron, how’d you figure it out? And er.. you’re alright with it? I mean me having Slytherin mates?” asked Harry warily.

“Well it’s kinda obvious the way Malfoy begged not to be rejected. It’s just kinda surreal that he’s begging for Sna- Professor Snape and not for himself. And, well, I’d be hypocrite if I throw a fit now just because you are mated to a Slytherin when I myself am also mated to one of them. Besides Hermione here keeps tellin' me that mates are very precious gifts from Ashiqa. Who am I to reject and refuse what is graciously given to me?” Ron explained, making Harry beam at him brightly, while Hermione abruptly hugged him enthusiastically.
“Oh Ronald, you’ve finally grown up,” Hermione squealed, planting a playfull kiss on his cheeks. Oblivious of the icy glare shot to her by the dark skinned Amaren from the Slytherin table.
“Oh bloody hell Hermione get off me.” Cried Ron in exasperation.
Harry on the other hand was in deep thought. If Ron, whom from the start hated everything to do with Slytherin, easily accepted that his mate was a Slytherin, why couldn’t he do the same? Ron was right. Having a mate was a gift. He knew that this was what he’d been craving for for a long time, to be happy, to have a family of his own, to have someone who would love him as him and not as the Chosen One or the Boy-Who-Lived. If he was honest with himself, Snape and Malfoy were a couple of the very few constants in his life. Well in a negative aspect, but still they didn’t see him as the hero, and they hated his fame as much as he did. But. There was always a BUT. He couldn’t just take for granted what Malfoy did to him. It was cruel, evil and unforgivable. With a heavy sigh he diverted his gaze across the hall just in time to catch Malfoy staring at him. Silvery grey orbs met his emerald ones. The look the blonde was giving him was so much different from the past, gone was the hate and hostility. Now all he could see was sadness, longing and pain that made his heart constrict painfully. He hastily turned his gaze away, not yet ready to name his complicated emotions. Right then he noticed the dark skinned Slytherin glaring at him. No, not at him. At their table, but his icy glare was directed to the person sitting beside him. He frowned and turned to looked at Hermione and then it clicked why the Slytherin was trying to murder the bushy haired Gryffindor with his gaze. A small smile grace his lips as he nudged his best friend.

“I’d let go of Ron if I were you Mione.”

“Huh?” Hermione looked at him puzzled.

Harry gestured towards the Slytherin table and she finally understand why. Zabini was trying to murder her with his icy glare. But instead of being intimidated she burst into a soft giggle.
“Possessive isn’t he,” she stated still giggling as she let go of Ron. Harry just gave her a soft smile.

While Ron was staring at the both of them confused. “What are the two of you on about?”
Their answer was interrupted when the Headmaster stood up. Just then they noticed that the sorting was already finished.

“We will be having two transfer student this term. They were home schooled but decided to continue their studies here at Hogwarts. Please do welcome them warmly,” the Headmaster announced then gestured for the Deputy Headmistress to proceed.

“Delara, Pyar,”
A young witch with pale skin, ash blonde hair and hazel eyes walked out from the ante chamber and gracefully sat on the stool. After a while the hat shouted Gryffindor, and the witch skipped towards the Gryffindor table and sat across from the Golden Trio.
“Hello. I’m Pyar, nice to meet you, “ she greeted them enthusiastically.

“I’m Hermione, and these guys are Ron and Harry,” she replied smiling at the giddy witch.

“Harry? As in Harry Potter? she asked in excitement.

“Er.. yeah,” Harry replied a bit disappointed thinking that she was just one of those crazy fangirls of the bloody boy saviour, but was startled with the witches response.
“Holy shit! My brother is right, you’re really very pretty,” she exclaimed. Ron suddenly burst out laughing, while Hermione was stifling her giggles. But Harry was now staring at the young witch wide eye his face flush in embarrassment.
“Y-your brother?” he stammered.
“Yeah. Since he felt your presence, he won't stop talking about how pretty you are, that he’s lucky and pleased to have you as his mate.”
“You mean your brother is also Amaren? Where is he?” Harry asked in disbelief.
“Oh yes. He is, so am I. He’s right there,” she replied pointing at the blonde wizard now sitting at the stool to be sorted. The Golden Trio turned to see just in time for the sorting hat to shout “SLYTHERIN.”
“BLOODY HELL!” Whispered Ron in a stunned voice.
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