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Within the Lies	By : Sylvia Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 49682 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 13
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money off of this. This is purely for entertainment purposes. Besides, if I did own it then it would have been a lot kinkier… just sayin’…

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Key:

' thoughts '

" talking "

~ telepathy ~

* parseltongue * (when I'm lazy and do not wish to play with the translator)

Within the Lies

Chapter Five: Syren’s Song

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“No, Harry, this isn’t the Black family tree. This is YOUR family tree.” Snipsickle smiled. “Welcome, Mr. Potter, to the Hall of Heritage.” The goblin bowed dramatically, for not often did he get the chance to show off.

"This is..."

"Amazing." The twins finished for Harry.

To see the multitude of faces, which branched in all directions until there was very little space on the wall at all, was quite a sight. Harry spun around at least three times as he attempted to take it all in. If there was one piece of knowledge he’d gleamed from his “ballerina impersonation”, it was that all the faces and branches were completely in tact. Unlike the family tree at Sirius’ home there were no burn marks, no signs of relatives having been disowned, and for that he was glad.

This was Harry’s family tree. His Heritage. His Lineage. Not that he hadn’t enjoyed learning more about his godfather, but… Sirius’ family tree had been damaged. Not to mention, most importantly, his godfather’s family tree wasn’t HIS. And Harry was excited to learn about his past. About all of his ancestors.

And, maybe if he was lucky, he could find some living relatives… so he could ask them why they’d not adopted him or something, rather than let him live with those horrible Muggles.

‘Right, it’s not nice to talk ill of the dead… then again, I’m not really talking… No! Bad.’ Harry chastised before he decided to distract himself with other tasks. ‘Now if only I could figure out where to begin.’ He thought as his eyes scanned the walls once more.

Light flashing off of something caught his attention and Harry noticed the crystal mounted on the wall in an intricately designed brass setting of sorts. It was glowing, more so than the rest of the room, and something was moving within it.

The Gryffindor, curious by nature and ever the brave one, walked over to the crystal without reservation as he let said curiosity get the best of him.

As he approached the sphere he started to hear music. In fact, Harry could almost swear the thing was singing. A delightfully enticing melody, which was completely soothing. Though the others didn’t act as if they heard the song, which Harry found strange, though that didn’t really mean much.

This was the Wizarding World, after all, where strange things were normal. Especially if one was named Harry James Potter. Sad, but true. Why? Because Fate just liked to fuck with him.

Harry stood directly in front of the crystal, only a breath away, and was able to get a better look. Upon closer inspection Harry realized that the crystal orb, no bigger than a door handle, did in fact glow much like the room. But, unlike the stunning amber that danced along the walls, the colors within the transparent sphere changed constantly. Shifted from red and gold, to green and silver, to blue and pearl. The colors swirled around the crystal in a rather seductive dance, became one with the music, and Harry couldn't help but be drawn to it.

"They represent you, Mr. Potter. The colors are those of your Mates and, essentially, they are the colors that belong to you."

*So beautiful...* Harry hissed unknowingly.

The twins, however, did notice as they visibly shivered.   And if the flush which graced their features was any indication, their reaction was not one of fear.

*Mates...* Harry whispered softly, then jolted out of his daze as the music stopped.

Harry shook his head to clear the fog that seemed to have settled around it and focused on the goblin not far from him.

“Mates?" He asked, now fully aware and focused on what the goblin had said. "You said Mates. As in plural. So..." Harry looked at the red head twins and smiled. "Our relationship's not exactly wrong?"

"Oh, there are wizards and witches that will look down on it, but there will be nothing they can do to fight it." Fred started with a wicked grin.

"The Carus Animus Servo Act ensures it. No one can openly threaten Mates to those of Creature blood and get away with it." George commented with an equally sinful grin.

"It was a law created long ago, but it was meant to limit those of Creature blood and force them to announce themselves, in a way…" Fred added.

"But it backfired. You see the law states, in the case a Mate is threatened, one of Creature blood must announce they are such and warn the offender." George smiled.

"If the offender refuses to back down, then the ones of Creature blood can retaliate accordingly." Both twins stated happily.

"The reason the law was created was because too many witches and wizards died without warning, so the Carus Animus Servo Act, or CASA, was put in place. It doesn't limit Creatures as much as those who created it had hoped, but it does force them to give a warning." Snipsickle piped in. "And it also makes the Wizarding community accept unions that are... out of the ordinary to them. Such as yours, Mr. Potter, as you'll soon realize..."

"But enough talk," Fred started and was on Harry in a instant as he pulled the smaller male against him.

"We should be celebrating." George was behind Harry and the brunette blushed as he realized, without a doubt, that he would always be in the middle of this sandwich.

"Not in my presence you wont." Snipsickle stated. "I'm a prankster, not a pervert, and we have much to discuss before you three find a room!"

The twins laughed and pressed closer to Harry.

"We're Creatures you know," Fred smirked.

"It's our right to love on our Mate." George purred and nuzzled Harry's neck affectionately.

"Yes, it is..." Snipsickle agreed as he nodded. "In another room." He stated with a glare.

“This… is a lot to take in.” Harry murmured.

“You know it!” Fred’s grin was positively sinful and Harry realized that the twins had taken his comment the wrong way…

“But we’re sure you can handle it,” George smiled.

“You’re deviants!” Harry exclaimed. He was still trapped between the Deviant Duo, so all he could do was stand there and complain while he tried his best to stop resembling a tomato.

“Yes, and you’ll learn to love it.“ Fred chuckled as his hand gently grabbed Harry’s cloth covered manhood.

“Our little Mate.” George purred as he rubbed his erection against Harry’s arse.

“I SAID IN ANOTHER ROOM!” The voice boomed from the goblin next to them and the trio pulled apart.

Or rather, the twins finally gave Harry some room and stopped ravishing him… for the moment. And, from the death glare they received from their host, the twins decided it was best if they focused on something else.

Like the wall, for instance. That was safe and rather interesting.

“Ooooh, Harry. You handsome devil,”

“Even on the wall you’ve got the sex appeal down to a science.” Fred grinned roguishly as is pointed at the person on the wall directly beside the crystal.

Okay, so maybe the wall wasn’t such a “safe zone” for the duo. But at least they weren’t all over Harry, and that would keep them from getting a whooping from their goblin host. At least, they wouldn’t be getting one anytime soon…

Their comment caught Harry’s attention and green eyes were soon trained on exactly what the twins had been talking about.

Sure enough, there he was. Lightning bolt scar and all. But he didn’t think he looked the same. On the wall his hair was longer, and …

“Did the picture just change?” Harry asked aloud as he watched said picture change back and forth between his longer haired self and a silver haired beauty.

A silver haired beauty with long, flowing locks, and gorgeous Avada Kedavra eyes framed by thick black lashes. Their smile was positively sinful, in a wicked “come hither” kind of way, and… they had a lightning bolt scar on their forehead.

“That can’t be right.” Harry said, shaking his head. Sure, the name below the person, whether it was himself of the silver haired stranger, still said “HARRY POTTER” in big bold letters, but… it wasn’t him! The beauty wasn’t him at all, regardless of the fact they had the same scar. Heck, the lightning bolt only served to enhance their beauty, so it really couldn’t be labeled a “scar” as if it were a burden or something.

“You’re seeing your creature form, Mr. Potter, and only you and your Mates can view such a thing. Sadly, I am left out, but no worries!”

“Is this normal.” Harry inquired, referring to the changing picture.

“No and yes.”

“Care to,” George started.

“Elaborate please.” Fred prodded the goblin, all the while the duo slowly started to inch their way back to their brunette.

“One would not see such things on a normal heritage search, but this room is far from normal.” Snips snickered. “The man really was a genius.” The goblin stated fondly.

“We can’t wait to see,” Fred started in an attempt to change the subject.

“Your Creature form in action, Harry.” George finished as both twins looked at Harry like they wanted to eat him up right then and there. The sooner they got this over with, the sooner they could get their little Mate home and coax his Creature to come out and play with them.

“Let’s go, Snips.”

“Time’s a wastin’.” Fred and George urged, now really eager to get home.

“You two just want to get Harry to change so you can shag the living daylights out of him.” Snips chuckled and shook his head.

“Not really. We’d be more than happy,”

“To shag him just the way he is!” George exclaimed happily.

Harry was sure that he was about to die from embarrassment. This was not the type of conversation that was appropriate to be speaking with an elder, much less their goblin host!

Luckily Snipsickle just laughed and shook his head, before he decided to show the brunette some mercy.

“As you can tell, Mr. Potter, the one closest to the crystal is you.” Snips commented as he looked Harry in the eyes. “Because it is your blood that resides in the crystal, for the moment, you are the starting point.” The goblin commented as Harry turned his eyes back to the wall.   “Next would be your Mother and Father, and it would also show their relations.” The goblin stated, but Harry wasn’t listening anymore.

Instead he was staring into his mother’s eyes. HIS eyes. They were the same, through and through, and Harry couldn’t help but smile. He was, without a doubt, Lily’s child. But there was something that irked Harry as he looked over at the picture of the man who helped create him…

“Why does everyone say I look like my father? I don’t see it! The only thing we have in common is being brunettes, and it’s not even the same shade! I look more like bloody Voldemort than I do James Potter!” Harry huffed indignantly.

Harry had wanted to point that out for a while now, ever since he first received pictures of his parents. He and his father looked nothing alike! Quite frankly, he looked more like a brown haired, male version of his mother. The only other thing that might be considered a resemblance, aside from his hair color, was the fact that they wore glasses… or rather, he USED to wear glasses like his father. Without them? Well…

“We really are nothing alike.” Harry sighed and shook his head.

“We must say, Harry.”

“We couldn’t agree more.” Fred and George nodded.

“Moving on to…”

Harry and the twins looked over to see what caused Snips to stop talking so suddenly. They saw that their goblin friend was fine. In fact, he looked happy to just stand there as he stared at the wall with a huge grin on his face. A grin that made the three wizards a little nervous.

“Er, Snips…”

“Bloody brilliant bastard. He knew I would find you...” Snips chuckled and shook his head slightly, his eyes never leaving the picture of the man.   “Harry.” The goblin turned to smile at the wary brunette. “Allow me to introduce your Grandfather. Tiavon Evans.”

Harry looked at the goblin, obviously confused.   The goblin’s introduction hadn’t sounded right at all. Harry had to double check that they were talking about his mother’s father, because Harry couldn’t quite understand…why did Snips seem to know him? A Muggle?

“I know what you’re thinking, Harry.” Snipsickle smiled. “Truth is, ‘Von was a wizard. More specifically, he was the wizard who created this room.”

That piece of information caused Fred and George to gasp in wonder and Harry looked over at them.

“To have enough power to create this room,” Fred started.

“Is really something, Harry. Most wizards can barely create Heritage Parchment without weakening their magical core,”

“And to create a family tree in one’s home… well, it takes more than one witch or wizard to do so. To single handedly be able to make an entire Heritage Hall is quite a feat! We’re surprised…”

“He did.” Snipsickle cut Fred off. “When he created this room, he knew what would happen. He’d already made arrangements to live as a Muggle, he and his Mate. She… well, the laws against Creatures mating with… No one knew, except me. ” The goblin stated sadly. “To hide away with his Mate, I believe that was his plan all along.”

“So why didn’t he do just that? He could have done so and remained a wizard, right? And I thought Creatures needed to mate with magical beings.” Harry wanted answers, not more questions. Unfortunately that’s all he seemed to be getting from the goblin.

“For the initial bonding, yes. Their magic had to mingle, to combine, to form the bond. When a bond is formed, it’s for life… And I suppose they could have lived life like that, as magical beings in a mundane world, but he wanted… he wanted people, children, to be able to trace their linage. He wanted them to be proud of their past.”

“Even if he could no longer,”

“Claim to be a part of their world?” Fred and George asked, clearly surprised someone would make such a sacrifice for people they’d never get to meet.

“Yeah, it’s that “self-sacrificing” gene… runs in the family I suppose.” Snipsickle smiled softly as he looked at Harry’s mother, then at the boy who stood in front of her picture.

Harry just stood there as he looked at his Mother and Grandfather. He couldn’t help but wonder about the sacrifices they had made for the Wizarding World. What they had given up for people they would never get to know. And he had to wonder…

Was he destined to end up just like them?   To sacrifice himself, to lose everything he held dear, for people he would never meet? For wizards and witches who would take for granted his pain, loss, and suffering?

‘Is it wrong?’ Harry thought as he focused on the picture of his mother. ‘To not to want to give up everything for those who will never appreciate it?’ He questioned mentally as he gently caressed his mother’s picture. “I appreciate your sacrifice, you had wanted me to live. You wanted me to be happy. To not honor that… would be a crime against you.”

And that was the truth. To put himself at risk for people who wouldn’t really care, to suffer and allow himself to be hurt, would go against everything she had wanted for him.

“It’s your choice, Harry. You don’t have to be a part of this war. After all, no one ever asked you to.” The words were spoken softly, but they had made a huge impact.

Because, quite frankly, Snips was right. No one had ever asked Harry to join the war, they had all just assumed he would. Not once had either side asked him what he wanted…

But could he really leave the war? Would either side let him? Would he ever be given a choice, truly? And, more importantly, did he have the power to back up his decision?

“Promise me you’ll think about it.” Snipsickle sighed.

“Why? Why would you want me to do such a think? Wouldn’t that endanger you?” Harry questioned, unable to understand why the goblin would want him to do such a thing.

“Because maybe I’m tired of seeing your line constantly make sacrifices for “the Greater Good.” If you keep this up, well…”

“I’m the last of my line, aren’t I?” Harry inquired after a sudden epiphany.

If he was the last of his line, then it would practically dishonor his ancestors if he were not to reproduce. Half-blood or not, and it looked as if his blood wasn‘t as deluded as he‘d thought, to fail to carry on the bloodline would seen as crime against his family.

Which meant…

“So our relationship… How am I going to create heirs if I’m, well…”

“Bent?”

“Gay?”

“Love cock shoved up your rump?” The twins added in unison, causing Harry’s face to light up in embarrassment.

Even if he hadn’t tried it, yet, Harry was sure the duo was quite right.

“More than I needed to hear.” Snipsickle sighed and shook his head. “I swear you two do that on purpose.” He chuckled and gestured to Harry. “Looks like a Muggle Christmas tree.” The goblin snickered and moved to the other side of the wall, where apparently his family tree “began.”

Snips looked unsurprised by what he found there, though he looked almost ready to burst at the seems. The goblin truly looked ecstatic at what he looked at, and Harry was curious. Then Snips looked over at Harry and motioned for the younger male to come join him.

“This, Harry, is why I believe you’ll have no trouble continuing on your family bloodline.” The goblin stated as he pointed at a picture on the wall.

Harry looked at the woman, who looked almost identical to his “Creature form,” but froze when he noticed something was off.   Unlike all the other pictures, where “Mates” were connected to one person, the woman was the center of a design that eerily resembled a “Star of David”. And at the end of each of the six points was a face.

“This can’t be right.”

“Oh, but it is Mr. Potter.” Snipsickle nodded, his eyes focused on the woman with a smile.

“She had six Mates. SIX?!” Harry asked in utter shock, which caused the twins to come over and see what was up.

“Wow Harry, your ancestor had six Mates?” George began, rather impressed, while his arm wrapped around Harry from the left.

“Wicked, we’d never head of that type of relationship before.” Fred informed Harry as his arm latched on to Harry from the right.

“Wait… so…”

“There are several types of relationships that are recognized throughout the Wizarding community, Harry.” Snipsickle started, almost sounding like a teacher about to begin a lecture.

And, in a way, Harry supposed he was…

“The most common and widely known as “normal” is the union of two beings. Most wizards and witches, as well as Muggles, stick to this particular coupling. However, there are other types, though mostly only those of Creature blood partake in these unions.” The goblin looked pointedly at the three of them. “The second form is called a Triad. As the name implies, it’s a love triangle with three.”

“You mean our relationship.” Harry smiled happily.

“No, Harry. You may have a Triad now, but you’ll find that your Creature blood will demand much more from you. But let me explain.” Snips hastily added when he saw how quickly Harry’s smile turned upside down. “Your power is far too great for just two mates to hold. If you’re not careful, if you do not gather all your mates to you…then your power will become unstable and, if you ignore your Creature’s needs, then your power will end up killing you and the mates you have gathered to you.”

“What?!” Harry exclaimed.

Harry wasn’t as upset as he thought he’d be to learn that he would need more than two mates. He thought he should be appalled, really, but he wasn’t. No, what had him worried was the fact that if he DIDN’T find all his mates, he could possibly kill the ones he did have.

“But wait a second. I haven’t been having any issues with my power, aside from the fact I can see magic now and it will take some getting used to.”

“Do you honestly think that you’ve reached your full inheritance?” Snipsickle asked in shock as he looked at the green eyed boy. “You do, don’t you? Have you been taught nothing?” He questioned.

At the bewildered expression on the youth’s face, the goblin had his answer.

“Merlin, what were they thinking?” Snips shook his head. “I thought Sirius was just being overprotective when he said that they had taught you nothing of our world, that they had kept you in the dark. I thought he was just exaggerating.”

The red heads shook their heads simultaneously, frowns gracing both their handsome faces, and Snips realized they hadn’t known how much had been kept from their little Mate.

“Harry, if someone were to receive all of their inheritance at once…” George started, though there was a tone of sympathy and… regret in his voice?

Harry had to wonder, did the red head feel remorse for having to tell him this, or was he ashamed that he hadn’t told Harry sooner?

“The shock would kill them. You felt the pain, that’s just the body’s way of… preparing to accept the changes to come.” Fred stated and nuzzled Harry’s neck.

“Sorry, Harry…”

“Had we known…”

“It’s alright you two, I’m just glad someone is finally filling me in on some things. Heaven forbid Dumbledore or any of the Order think to tell me things that are important.” Harry sighed and moved to wrap an arm around each of their waists. “So…” Harry began and looked back at Snips. “How long before I have to find all my Mates?”

Snips chuckled at Harry’s tone. Though one would think the boy were talking about nothing more than the weather, it was obvious to the goblin the whole situation felt rather… surreal to him. Honestly, the goblin wouldn’t be surprised if the boy woke up tomorrow and thought the whole thing a dream, especially after what Snips was about to reveal to the young man.

The red heads would correct this assumption though, so Snipsickle had no worries there.

“It varies from Creature to Creature, though we have little to go on as, quite honestly, few have ever encountered one such as you.” Snips commented and Harry groaned at this.

Of course if the bloody Boy-Who-Lived had Creature blood, it couldn‘t be anything “normal.”

“It has been my family’s responsibility, for generations, to seek out her descendant…” The goblin again pointed at the woman surrounded by six Mates. “…more specifically, the descendant of hers who would inherit her powers.”

“So, you’re like her secret keeper?” Harry inquired.

“Yes, in a way. When my ancestors met her… Oh the stories that have been passed down.” Snips chuckled at this. “You see, this duty has been a bit of an obsession for me all these years. ‘Von knew this…” The goblin paused and his eyes widened. “He knew…”

Before Harry could ask him anything else, Snips had his hand on the wall, tracing the tree from the woman. It was obvious to Harry that he was searching out her direct line of descendants, though the boy had to wonder why.

By the time Snips had stomped all around the room to stand in front of Tiavon’s picture, he looked to be quite miffed…which was putting it mildly.

“You bloody bastard! You KNEW. You had her blood in your veins the entire time, you saw this coming, and you didn’t tell me! No wonder you created this room, you bloody Seer. You KNEW.”

The three wizards just stood there and stared at the goblin, unsure how to approach their new friend or if they should at all. He was acting rather mental, and the trio had to wonder if the rant he was on would do him some good.

It was nice to be able to blow off some steam every now and again, after all, and Snips’ little tantrum wasn’t hurting anyone.

Except maybe the trio’s ear drums, but they could handle it.

“What, was this your ultimate prank or something? Leaving me here to explain to YOUR descendant about YOUR bloody bloodline? Even though you hadn’t bothered to tell me who I was looking for would come from YOUR side of the family. Here I’d been thinking that it was the bloody Potter gene that made him so… different.”

Yep, their friend had seriously just gone mental.

“See if I come visit your grave anytime soon…” Snips paused and grinned. “In fact, I might. Just to piss on it.”

“Now that wasn’t,”

“Very nice, Snips.” George frowned, though the twins had effectively startled the goblin out of his venting.

“Um…” Snipsickle was actually blushing at this point. “Sorry about that. It’s just…”

“Trust me, if anyone can understand how frustrating it is to find out people have been hiding things from you, I can.” Harry stated with a smile. “Now, about explaining to me about his bloodline?” He grinned mischievously at bringing up part of the goblin’s rant.

“Ah, yes, that…” Snips chuckled and walked back over to Harry. “She was called Azkabiane…” He gestured to the woman once more. “…but for all intent and purposes, her name became Syren Azkaban so that she could better blend in with Humans.”

“Why the name Syren?” Harry wondered aloud.

“From my understanding, or at least what I’ve gathered from the stories passed down through the years, she had an amazing voice. Her songs had a haunting allure to them, so many believed her to be a Siren. The reason for the spelling change, however, was because her Mates found it amusing.” Snips shrugged. “Something about her remarks could cut like a scythe.” This caused Harry to laugh and the goblin looked at the brunette with a raised brow.

“My ancestor… was probably one… of the first Slytherins.” Harry laughed and this caused Snips to clear his throat.

“As Fate would have it…” The goblin pointed at the man who was at what appeared to be the uppermost point of the star.

Harry balked, unable to believe his eyes. In fact, he drew his hands away from his twins to rub his eyes. After the initial blurring that always seemed to follow said action, Harry looked at the man again. But there was no mistaking it…

The man looked to be a younger version of the statue within the Chamber of Secrets, but it was those eyes that caught Harry’s attention. Eyes that appeared to like changing from grey to a piercing Avada Kedavra green.

“No.”

“Way.” Fred and George piped in when the words seemed to be stuck in Harry’s throat.

“I could be wrong, but is it just me or does Fate really like fucking with your little Mate?” Snipsickle inquired as he looked at the twins.

“Fate likes fucking with him,”

“And so do…”

“Finish that sentence, Mr. Weasley, and you will spend the rest of this meeting in my office. Away from Harry.”   Snips quickly added the last part when George looked excited all of the sudden and went to finish the sentence.

The “Away from Harry” comment promptly shut the red head up, and Snips smiled.

“As it turns out, Harry, Slytherin was the only one of Syren’s mates to give her a… Human child. And I use the term Human lightly, because anything coming from her can’t exactly be considered entirely Human. Even if they seem to be…”

“But what about Slytherin’s other descendants? If she only had one child…”

“Harry, look at the left front point.” Snipsickle cut in with a smile.

Harry did as he was told and gasped. What he’d originally believed to be a pretty male, because it made sense to him that all Syren’s Mates should be male, was actually a lovely female. And, upon closer inspection, Harry realized that said female had some wicked eyes.

As in wicked scary.   They were quite frightening when one really looked at them. They were a brilliant shade of purple, so dark that one would barely notice the slit pupils. But it was those reptile-like pupils which made her rather scary.

“She was either a Naga or Lamia, that information through the generations is a little distorted… Anyway, Fairiss got along splendidly with Slytherin, from my understanding. Something about it being a real thrill to hear someone speak in her people’s tongue and… why are you looking at me like that?” The goblin asked when he noticed Harry looked about ready to faint, though the twins didn’t look much better off.

“Come now, Harry. It’s not so strange, Mates getting together with other Mates of a bond.” Snips explained, thinking that was what had the trio so worked up.

“What did you say her name was?” Harry asked.

“Fairiss.” Snipsickle replied. “It’s also believed that she was the one to originally create the…”

“Killing Curse.” Harry finished for Snips, which had said goblin looking at him funny.

“Yes, that’s right. But I know they don’t teach that in school, so how did you…”

“Her name. It’s Parseltongue… It translates to Avada Kedavra.”

“Hence why you were so surprised when he said it,”

“Of course, we should have realized that.” George practically hissed…

‘No, I think he DID hiss. And they were just as surprised by the name as I was…’ Harry thought in wonder as he made a mental note to question his Mates when they got back. ‘Then again, maybe the Order headquarters isn’t the best place to have that conversation. Wonder if Snips would let us have a moment here. Couldn’t hurt to ask.’ Harry shrugged.

“So what you’re saying, Snips,” Fred and George began in unison.

“Is that our Harry is part of Syren’s bloodline, and the only descendant of her and Slytherin, “ Fred commented.

“And the rest of Slytherin’s descendants come from Killer there.” George added, which caused Harry to laugh.

Calling the woman “Killer”, as if she were a vicious pet dog or something, was just too funny. And it really did lighten the mood. He’d prefer to call the woman “Killer” rather than use her real name. Regardless of whether or not he was casting the curse, it made him feel weird even saying it… especially in Parseltongue.

“Wait a minute… if I’m a descendant of Slytherin, why the hell didn’t the Basilisk listen to me?” Harry grumbled, slightly peeved the overgrown snake had decided to listen to an “after image” of Voldemort rather than him…

Granted, as he’d just come to find out, they were BOTH descendants of Slytherin but… Why hadn’t the thing listened to him?

‘Probably because I was asking it to do the opposite of what it was raised for.’ Harry had to admit, he had a valid point. ‘Lovely, now I’m debating with myself...but at least I’m winning.’

“Harry…”

Green eyes focused on Snipsickle. The goblin seemed to be waiting patiently, and Harry had to wonder how long he’d been lost in his inner musings.

“One piece of information that has been handed down is that you will be… a little disoriented. You might feel out of place, or in several places, but it’s normal. You see, Harry…” Snipsickle paused, as if debating whether or not now would be a good time to tell him this. “Harry… Syren wasn’t exactly from this world. In all honesty, the woman was from another dimension and…”

Snipsickle could only look on in concern as the brunette grew pale and lost consciousness. Luckily the twins still had a hold of their Mate and were able to keep him from falling and hurting himself.

“What are we going to do with you, Harry?”

“You can’t seem to stay conscious for very long.”

The twins grinned at each other over their Mate’s head. “Bet he passes out after a good shagging.” They both chuckled, making jokes to try and hide their obvious concern.

Snips shook his head. “Maybe I should have said that a little differently.”

“What else could you say, Snips?” George shrugged as Fred helped him lift Harry bridal style.

“If the woman was out of this world, then she was out of this world. No ifs, ands, or buts.” Fred commented.

“We’re sure Harry will understand. It’s just going to take some getting used to.” George stated as he smiled fondly down at the male in his arms.

“Though we should have suspected as much. Harry’s always been a little out there.” Fred chuckled as he delicately brushed a lock of hair away from the scar on the smaller male’s forehead.

“You two are taking this surprisingly well.”

“Not really.” Fred shook his head.

“Truth is, we’re freaking out a little inside.” George sighed.

“But he’s our Mate.”

“We’ll stick with him.”

“No matter what.” They stated together with such conviction that it made Snips smile.

Yes, Harry Potter was indeed one of a kind. And the goblin was happy to see the boy had found Mates that realized this and cherished the brunette for the treasure he was. Mates who would help him through the trying times yet to come.

“Remember that. He’s going to need all the help he can get.” Snips sighed and walked over to the crystal orb. “There is a bed in Syren’s vault. I think it best we take him there until he awakens.” And with that the goblin grabbed the crystal and twisted it, much like a knob, and a door appeared next to it; Harry’s picture becoming the centerpiece for said door.

Fred and George looked at each other and grinned. “Wicked.” Was all the twins said as they followed the goblin through the doorway, Harry gently cradled in George’s arms.

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A/N: (I have a two contests going, so please read further down for info)

That… didn’t go quite as planned Oo;; And it was a lot longer than I had anticipated as well XD lol Usually my chapters are only about 6 to 8 pages in length. This one ended up 12. Go figure *shrugs* And I still didn’t get a chance to reveal what Harry is! *sighs* That will happen in the vault (which he was already supposed to be in this chapter, according to my plans), though I’m pretty sure everyone has a pretty good idea as to what type of Creature he is from the clues so far XD lol

Sorry for the long time it took to update, but I hope this almost double in length chapter makes up for it. Oh, and yes, Snips is a little mental… but in a good way! *^.^* He had a feeling that Harry was the heir his family had been searching for, but Snips didn’t know Harry was related to his friend. And wouldn’t you be a little miffed if you found out a friend had kept such a big secret from you? I know I would XD lol

As always, I love to hear from you! And I will do my best to answer each and every review! You can read my responses, as well as chat with me, at http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/24399-review-responsesvotes-for-within-the-lies/ This is also where you can find more information on the CONTESTS. I’ll be editing the first post to give you more info, but basically… Contest 1 ~ Guess what Harry’s Creature is.   Contest 2 ~ “Guess Who.” for Harry's next Mate. You have to go to the Forum for more info since it appears my contests are considered "polls" and therefore against the ToS. Ah well, I prefer the Forum anyway XD lol
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