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The Mimicker	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 54063 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Chapter Six – Gazing into the Pools

Harry finally reached the heavily carved arched door. The carving astonished him as it was a perfect rendition of the village he just walked through. The door was flanked by two Grecian looking marble columns, which seemed to help support the arched doorway. He pushed the door open and walked into the room where the voice had to have been coming from. He held in the gasp at what he found within the torch lined walls. The ceiling was domed in a similar manner associated with Ancient Roman architecture, but had rows upon rows of columns supporting arched doorways. The intricate mosaic borders seemed to tell a wordless story about one man and his many creature mates. Harry could recognize Veelas, werewolves, vampires, fairies, and a being so ethereal he had no idea what they could be. They had tall pointed ears, pale shimmering complexion, and striking eyes. If he didn’t know what house-elves looked like, Harry would’ve believed it was depicting elves straight from the works of JRR Tolkien. At the same time there were many other creatures of which Harry wasn’t familiar. He sometimes wished that Hagrid was a better teacher in Care of Magical Creatures.

He finally tore his eyes off of the mosaic and looked back up at the ceiling. The geometric patterned banner going around the very top of the room were reminiscent of the Muslim influence on some buildings in Spain from the Moorish invasion. It wasn’t until he looked down at the many small pools of different colored liquid that he noticed the Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics running along the middle path on black marble floors in gold. The path split the room into two sides of the room, where five circular pools stood on the right side of the path and six oval pools stood on the left. He followed the writing he didn’t understand along the center path with his eyes until he found a man standing upon a raised platform in the middle of the room. The man’s hair was to his waist and the same dark colors as Harry’s. His eyes were closed and his palms were held out with the palms up as if he were communing with a higher power. His body was adorned in a white toga and his features reminded Harry of the elves on the wall, but it was the pointed ears that gave away his possible relation to those beings.

Harry just stood there with an open mouth and the man’s eyes popped open of their own accord. The familiar green eyes stared back at him and Harry shivered. The man’s mouth stayed closed as his voice boomed in Harry’s mind. Welcome youngling to the hall of your ancestors. We are in the room of mates where you shall gaze upon each pool and see into the very soul of each of your mates. You must understand their past and their insecurities so that you can properly protect and love them. You have done well on your own, but there is still much you must learn. The first pool is the past, where you will learn the secrets of each of the mates for which you have come in contact. Peer into the inky blackness of the pool so reminiscent of your first mate’s eyes.

Harry simply nodded feeling as though speaking aloud within the hall was forbidden. He walked toward the obsidian lined pool and gazed within the sparkling liquid. It wasn’t long before he felt a pull on his mind and flashes of the past started to play as if he’d stepped into a pensive storing all of his first mate’s earliest memories. He quickly found himself remembering things about Severus that he couldn’t even remember about himself. He went through the birth canal had been like for his mate. The bright light of the hospital and being out of the warm and dark place that had sheltered him for so long, but at the same time he watched it as if he were an observer rather than experienced it. He looked upon the young woman with dark hair and the familiar black eyes. A tawny haired man stood beside her with bright blue eyes. He seemed excited at the prospect of the child. The man reached out, “He’s so beautiful Eileen. I never thought we could have a child so handsome. How are you going to hide my assistance with the creation of this child from your husband?”

She shook her head no, “I have to find a way to hide it. Look at him Reginaldus. How am I supposed to hide his changeling heritage? I’d hope the curse would skip a generation, but apparently I will need to suppress it like my mother did before me. Of course it will take one more binding potion to insure his metamorphic abilities are hidden as well and that he takes on the appearance of Tobias. I really do hate lying with that filthy muggle.”

Something in the man’s handsome face seemed familiar, but Harry just couldn’t place it. Part of him knew this was something Harry shouldn’t know about his mate. The man’s voice was low and pleading, “Why did you face losing your inheritance to marry that muggle?”

Eileen’s dark eyes peered at him with so much love that Harry could feel his heart in his throat, “I am the younger sibling. I wouldn’t be able to be with you, love if I had married that man. I had no desire to face the wrath of that horrible Abraxas, plus how could I explain my already pregnant status. Who would want to marry him? He would’ve would have killed me upon the realization. I didn’t want to marry him, and I couldn’t marry you because of my sister Belladonna. I knew after we were able to convince her of Rabastan that we couldn’t force anymore children upon her, so I went out and found one of the worst Muggles out there and eloped. The poor man will never know about the memory charm I put him under.”

“You can’t rely on those forever, love. Didn’t you say something about finding him in a seedy club dancing with some bloke when you mesmerized him? How can he even believe that he’s been with you?”

“You know that’s the only escape I had from that betrothal after Dumbledore refused to help me because I was a horrible snake. If I had been one of his precious lions, then he would’ve found some way to assist. He has so much power after his defeat of that dark lord. Yet he refuses to help those in need when it is asked of him. He’s the reason why I had to do something so drastic. Are you sure that she doesn’t suspect Rabastan’s true parentage?”

He smiled at her, “You know it does come in handy to have an affair with the sister of my wife, as there’s bound to be a family resemblance. We were fortunate enough that he took more after my line. The only concern I had was finding a way to hide it from Rodolphus without damaging my heir. I would take this little one off your hands as well, but Belladonna had herself sterilized when Rabastan was still and infant. Her opinion was that since she already gave me an Heir and a spare, she didn’t need to go through pregnancy anymore. That’s what I get for allowing my parents choose which sister to marry. Of course the Lestrange curse caused them to choose the crazy sister.”

“I love you more than anything Reginald.”

He kissed her and the baby’s head, “I love you both as well. If only you hadn’t fallen pregnant with Rabastan while still attending Hogwarts. What are you going to name him, love?”

“I rather like the name Severus and Tobias for a middle name so that no one has any questions.”

Harry tried to close his mouth at the news he already uncovered. His beloved Severus was a pureblood, but his mother hid it from him along with his gifts. His mind didn’t even want to grasp to whom his mate was related. The scene faded away and was replaced with the familiar neglect associated with Severus’ childhood. He did notice that when Reginaldus was around after Tobias went to work; Eileen would pay attention to Severus more. It was when Reginaldus didn’t appear for years on end that she and Tobias started fighting more often. It was during those years that she left Severus to fend for himself. Tobias started focusing on Severus because he was too young to fully fight back as his magic appeared.

Eileen did speak with Severus while Tobias was at work. She explained to him his magical heritage and the importance of the houses in Hogwarts. It was during these scenes that Harry saw why Severus ended up in Slytherin. He continued to watch where Eileen’s lover didn’t appear, but he wasn’t sure what was going on in the wizard’s life. Harry felt some relief mixed with great sadness when he watched Severus reach out to a beautiful muggleborn witch. The Mimicker didn’t know how to feel when he was faced with the mother he never knew and his horrible horse faced aunt. He clapped when he watched Severus get angry and almost hit Petunia with a branch. He continued to watch and it was the summer before Severus went off to Hogwarts that Reginaldus reappeared. He was watching Severus and Lily from the tree line before going off to visit with Eileen.

Harry wanted to resurrect his father only to kill him, when he saw the interaction between James and Severus. First, the arrogant bully looked down upon the neglected boy because of what he was wearing. Then he laughed at him when Severus mentioned his desire for Slytherin. Harry felt his heart almost break when he watched Severus’ face as Lily was sorted into Gryffindor with Sirius and James. He continued to watch as Severus’ dorm mates ostracized him because he was someone they didn’t know. He wasn’t a part of their Pureblood play groups as children, so they knew that he couldn’t have been more than a half-blood. Harry watched as Rabastan Lestrange, who was three years older than Severus, pinned the gangly first year against the wall. He was stopped by a rather angry looking Lucius Malfoy.

Harry could feel Severus’ relief when he found a friend in the blond pure-blood. He seemed to rule the roost and Severus was safe because he was taken under the Seventh year’s wing. Harry watched as Severus stood outside of a bathroom stall where a broken Lucius was crying. His grey eyes were filled with tears as he pleaded with a higher power. “Please protect me from him? Someone please help me. I’ve grown up knowing what would happen if my birthday passed and I showed signs of being anything other than dominant. He will definitely check this summer and I will be subjected to the dominant way before he finds me a bride.”

Harry continued to stand by that stall as the young Severus snuck away. Part of him wanted to comfort Lucius as much as he wanted to continue to learn about his other mate’s life. The scene shifted again in a whirlwind of Severus being a victim to the Maurders plots. A couple of years of the same repeating events passed before, another emotionally strong memory came to the forefront. A heavily pregnant Eileen had picked Severus up from King’s cross. She was maybe a month shy of giving birth, but the scene soon shifted as she was pushed into a wall by a very drunk Tobias. He was screaming, “I know what you’ve been doing bitch. You’ve been using your freakish ways on me. How dare you!”

Harry’s eyes widened as he noticed the blood dripping from Eileen’s leg. A very scared Severus helped his mother into her bed. Severus cried, “What do I do?”

His pale mother spoke through gritted teeth, “The baby’s coming.”

Harry felt his hands clamp down as he watched an unskilled Severus deliver a baby, but luckily he could stand off to the side, so he didn’t have to see everything that was involved. He felt relief when he heard the baby let out a strong cry, but it was short lived as he watched Eileen’s eyes glaze over as blood gushed out. It was a few moments before Severus took his eyes off the bundle in his arms and over at his visibly dead mother. He let out a whimper, “Please Mummy, please don’t leave me. What are we going to do without you? You can’t leave us with him. Please don’t leave us with him.”

Harry understood the fear. Severus only had to be there for the summer holidays, but he couldn’t trust his father to care for his sibling. The blood covered boy wrapped the baby up in a dark worn blanket before lifting his wand to call the knight bus, which was observed with a sense of déjà vu as Harry remembered his own trip the summer before his third year. The dark hair obscured the young wizard as he climbed upon the bus, reached in his pocket, and pulled out a few sickles, “Prince Hall.”

The bus stopped outside of a tall but dark gothic style manor. The gates were reminiscent of something straight out of Dracula. However, Roses were worked into the black ironwork. Severus didn’t seem to shiver as he walked through the gate and up the long path to the manor’s front door. Harry could feel his hope that somehow his unknown grandparents would do something for the two of them. It was as if Harry could see the thoughts from the way the boy walked. He knocked on the door and was greeted by a tea towel wearing house elf. It’s large black eyes looked up at them, “What’s you doing here? No muggle spawn is allowed here.”

Harry never thought he’d hear his mate plead but he was wrong in that moment. The thirteen year old Severus begged, “Please just get the master and mistress of the house. I must speak to them. I bring news of their youngest daughter.”

The elf scowled at him before closing the door. Harry watched as the boy cried but seemed to remain strong for his sibling, “Please, wee one. You have to hold on. I will get you someplace warm soon. We will find you a home. I will not allow that man to touch you, you darling little girl.”

Harry stared down at the baby girl’s hair and watched as it changed shade randomly before a very harsh looking woman came to the door with black hair, “What are you doing here boy?”

Severus held the baby out to her and Harry noticed the pointed ears at that moment, “Please find her a home. My mother died giving birth to her and I don’t trust that muggle to care for her while I’m at school. Please let her grow up somewhere safe. Please find her a family.”

The woman with matching dark eyes looked down her nose at him and scowled, “I will find a suitable home for the half-blooded brat. Now, you should head back home. I’m sure you have a mother to burry and a father to console. It’s too late for you boy, but I’ll find a proper home for this little thing.”

Severus just nodded before walking away from the home. Harry watched as the teen walked back toward the gate. He seemed to walk to a phone booth and called someone for a ride. Harry was surprised when he recognized the red head that climbed out of the car. She helped him back in and seemed to sooth him as her parents drove off. Severus’ school days seemed to get darker as Rabastan Lestrange cornered Severus in the boy’s shower. “I’m sure that someone like you’ve never been propositioned before, but as a lowly half-blood, I’m sure you still need to be taught your place. Now get down on your knees and take my magnificent pure-blood cock into your mouth you filthy whore.”

Harry watched the scene unfold until Regulus Black walked in and pushed Rabastan against the wall. He helped Severus to his feet and rushed him out of the room. “Are you okay? I really don’t know what’s wrong with that boy. You’d think that Reginaldus, his father, would teach him how to behave more like his older brother Rodolphus. My mother’s just sure that he’s spoiled since he’s the youngest.”

Harry’s mouth dropped, as he could no longer deny the connection. Severus had just been propositioned and forced to perform oral by his own older brother. Harry paled at the realization that Severus was related to the Lestrange brothers’ who’d helped torture the Longbottoms. Harry watched as Regulus comforted a still shaking Severus and tucked him into his bed. The younger black ran his fingers through Severus’ hair, “I know that you need to wash your hair to remove the potion fumes, but I think it would be best if you only used the Prefect’s bathroom. My brother told me the password, so I will take you up there once a week. I think you should just stick with cleaning charms until then. I really don’t know what’s wrong with that boy. Remember, He’s only here for another year after this one.”

The vision faded before revolving through the holiday at Spinner’s end he’d already saw into the rest of Severus’ Hogwarts years and melding into his initiation as a Death Eater. Harry saw the man broken down in Dumbledore’s office as he mourned the loss of his best friend. Harry watched as Severus was forced into the role of a spy and Potion’s Professor. Soon everything faded away Harry took in a deep breath wondering which mate he would connect with next.

Harry wiped away the tears for everything his beautiful mate had gone through. He broke his eye connection with the onyx pool and looked back up at the being in the middle of the room. He wanted to gasp as he noticed the pale, pointy-eared, mimicker was not standing on the platform but floating over it as if he were a ghost. Before he could speak the same voice invaded his mind. Each one of these pools represents one of your mates. They have a particular color associated with their magical center, which may be expressed in many ways. That one was linked to your mate’s eyes as he is still under a creature binding. The potion you removed only allowed part of his powers to appear, however, the rest is still suppressed.

Harry stopped his racing mind as he prepared for his next journey. Do I really need to travel in the next pool? Could I not learn more about my own history before bonding with the next mate?

The white clad, ethereal, priest’s eyes bored into him. You are not the first one of our kind to ask that question; however, this is the way it has been done and we shall not deviate from the ritual. You must first get to know your mates by understanding their pasts. I admit that even mates you have not met will lay bare before you; however, you may not see as much in their pools. As the stronger the connection, the more detailed a past you shall see.

Harry rubbed his temples before walking down the black pathway. He wondered why the eye of Osiris seemed to frequently repeat in the golden pattern. He wished he remembered what that symbol meant to the ancients. He stepped before the second pool on the right side, which was a deep purple that it was almost black. If the light wasn’t giving away the highlights and lowlights within the pool, he would believe it was as midnight black as Severus’ pool had been. He stared at it a bit longer than the first pool had taken before he was tugged within. He looked around as he was once again experiencing one of his mate’s births. He looked around the familiar room, and realized that Eileen Snape must have given birth to Severus in the same hospital. He knew instantly he was in the Wizarding Hospital. The baby was screaming red thing that was quickly swaddled in a white blanket. The healer handed him to the dark haired and grey eyed witch, who had a pinched look on her face. She refused to look at the baby and handed him over to the wizard standing beside her. “Here’s your bloody son Orion. You better not expect me to do anything more for him after carrying the little bugger for nine months.”

The wizard had familiar curly locks in a warm wine shade. He shook his head and whispered, “Of course not Walburga.”

Harry wanted to gasp as he realized he had watched the birth and poor treatment from birth of Sirius’ mother to him. The scene quickly faded away as nothing of importance seemed to take place. Harry watched as the baby cared for by his father and the house elves. Sirius was barely a year old when Harry noticed the rounded belly Orion was walking around with. He wanted to strangle the witch of the house as she continued to spit vitriol. Harry watched as a year old Sirius was subjected to a horrible blood ritual that seemed to bind away his creature appearance. At the beginning of the ceremony, he had more pointed ears, and deep purple eyes that resembled the pool Harry had looked into. Harry was surprised when Orion gave birth in the upstairs bedroom and that baby Sirius was present in a crib in that same room.

Walburga hadn’t been in the room; as the house elves assisted the wizard give birth. The baby had even longer and pointed ears. His eyes opened to bright violet eyes and his skin shimmered in an opalescent manner. Harry gasped at the beauty of the newly born child. It wasn’t long before Orion quickly muttered a spell, which hid those features. He heard the man speaking, “I’m sorry love but we must hide your appearance from Walburga. If she saw your natural appearance, she would bind you like poor Sirius. He won’t ever have access to his powers, as his mother bound him like her mother before her. We do not practice that in my line of the family, but I was forced to marry her.”

Sirius’ childhood continued to remain bright as he and Regulus grew up together. His mother was in the background while his father and the elves mainly cared for them. As he got older, Harry noticed the not so proper looks coming from the woman when she was in the same room with the children. It was a lustful look that made Harry shiver. Seeing the same Hogwarts train memory still angered him. He started to watch the same Hogwarts years over again, and it wasn’t until Sirius returned home the summer before his sixth year that things got bad.

Harry tried not to gag when he watched Walburga come into his room while he was sleeping. He closed his eyes but the noise was still pretty bad as she forced him into horrid acts. He could hear Sirius plead with her to stop. He could hear the sobs while she continued to not listen to him. Harry sighed as he heard everything finish and her walk out of the room. He watched a tear streaked Sirius started rapidly flicking his wand causing things to shrink and fill his bag. He heard the whispered promises the Animagus made, “I will never return to this house. That woman will never touch me again and I will warn Reggie to protect himself.”

Harry felt the tears well up as he saw his paternal grandparents for the first time. He watched as Sirius was welcomed into the now familiar Potter Manor. Harry continued to watch the rest of that summer holiday with Sirius and James spending it on broomsticks. The following fall passed with Sirius hunting down his younger brother. Harry gasped as he pulled the unsuspecting Slytherin into a broom closet, “Reggie, I need to speak with you. I need to tell you what Mum did to me. I need to explain why I left you there alone. I’m sorry Reggie but I couldn’t handle it. She forced me Reggie. She took away my choice and forced me to please her. I hope she doesn’t try anything like that on you.”

Regulus pulled him into a tight hug, “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. Papa taught me special locking charms and wards that would keep her out of my room, but he didn’t do so until after you left. He wasn’t mad at you when you left, but he was very sad. He was sad that he lost you.”

All of the memories swirled after that. Harry growled when he watched the Werewolf set up of Severus, but it stopped when realization dawned on Sirius. His grey eyes widened as he shivered in fear. He watched as Sirius threw up and started sobbing uncontrollably. He watched as a very angry Remus refused to speak with him. Harry couldn’t help but feel sorry for Sirius as badly as he had for Severus the first time he’d watched that scene.

However, the worst memories for Harry were those of his parents. He watched their relationship bloom in their Seventh year. He watched their wedding ceremony and saw how happy the two were when he arrived. He watched as Dumbledore appeared and let them know about the prophecy and that they needed to be careful. It wasn’t until the following year that Voldemort decided on him. They were informed to go into hiding for their protection. He watched as Sirius’ went to meet with Dumbledore. Harry wanted to scream as he saw his godfather’s eyes cloud over and the elder wizard commanded him to switch places with Peter Pettigrew as secret keeper. Harry screamed as a few days later, Hagrid, took baby him from his crying godfather’s arms. He watched as Sirius pleased with the half-giant to let him keep Harry. He cried as he looked up at the man before him, “Please don’t take him from me. He’s all I have left of them. James and Lily are gone because Dumbledore made me do it. He made me switch with Peter. Please just let me keep him. I need Harry for he is the only reason for me to continue on. I’ve already lost Reggie. Please don’t take Harry away from me as well.”

Hagrid shook his head no, “I’m sorry but Dumbledore commanded me to take him to them.”

Sirius shook his head no as he handed over baby Harry, “Take my bike while you’re at it. I won’t need it any longer.”

Harry watched as Sirius walked out of the destroyed house. Sirius met up with Dumbledore’s wand and an obliviate later making him believe that it was his idea to switch Secret Keepers. Harry watched as he confronted Peter and was thrown into Azkaban without a trial. Those years in Azkaban flew by as nothing of importance really occurred until Sirius received that paper. Harry gasped as everything else flew by and all of the sorrow that accompanied it. Harry was soon out of the pool with more information regarding the twinkling old man. He gasped for oxygen as it was all too much.

Harry didn’t even wait for the sadistic bastard to point him to the next pool. He’d got the just of the exercise before. He knew that he’d have to continue on, but hoped he could have a break after he finished the pools on the right. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take in any more information and not explode. The voice answered in his mind anyway. You have twelve days here, which is equivalent to the same number of hours in your reality. You may take a meal break after you finish the pools on this side, but you will continue on with the submissive pools. You cannot leave this room until all pools are viewed. I promise you the next room will contain a bed in which you may rest.

Harry just nodded as he walked toward the next pool. It was a honey amber shade that sent a shiver up his spine. He’d seen eyes that color before and part of him hoped that he wasn’t going to find the same face surrounding those eyes. He wasn’t sure how he could deal with something like that. He once again watched the birth. He watched as a baby with honey tufts was handed to a kind looking mother. She had warm brown eyes and a proud father stood next to her. His blue eyes glimmered with emotion as he looked down at his son.

Time passed and his mate’s childhood was ideal until one night. He watched as his father John was walking through a village and met up with a human Fenrir Greyback. His father had stood up to the man and the feral grin made Harry shudder. The next full moon found the four year old little boy infected. Harry wanted to cry for his little mate as he watched him shunned by the wizarding community around him because he was a werewolf. He watched as at eleven he received his Hogwarts letter, but his parents seemed apprehensive.

He watched as the twinkling eyed headmaster promised to allow him to attend. He would make sure the proper protections were in place. He smiled down at him and made the comment, “You’ve been so brave dealing with your affliction Remus that I’m sure you’ll make a wonderful Gryffindor.”

Harry once again watched the Hogwarts years over again. He watched as the others discovered his affliction. He watched the expression that passed over his face when he watched his friends pick on Severus. He was just too afraid of losing his friends. Harry once again was bombarded with memories of his mother and father. He saw the wedding from another perspective. He saw himself as a baby held by a sniffing Remus. Harry couldn’t hold back the gasp when he heard Remus’ words to him, “I don’t know why this has happened to me. Harry, you smell like you’re my mate, but how can that be? How could someone as special as you be saddled with me? I can’t claim you because I recognize you as my dominant mate, which doesn’t make sense. I’m a dominant wolf but I tend to be a submissive wizard. I’m just so confused, but I can’t tell your parents. They would never understand.”

Harry struggled not to laugh at the absurdity of it as he watched his third year at Hogwarts over from his Defense professor’s view. He saw the hatred originating from his first mate, but the man still diligently made the Wolfsbane potion for him. Harry watched as Remus struggled with being around Harry. He knew in the moment that Severus sheltered them from Moony that the wolf only wanted to claim his mate. He wanted to be claimed by his mate.

However, it was the most recent memories that caught in this throat. He watched as an Emerald eyed, black furred, werewolf mounted the familiar tawny werewolf. It was the location that gave it away for him. He was watching the reason for his blackouts. He was the one thrusting so fast and hard into the howling wolf below him. He couldn’t help but wonder why he had yet to mark his mate during a mating. Was it because he wasn’t conscious? He soon shook himself from the vision.

He looked up at the being floating above the platform. How many of these details will I remember when I return? Will I remember what I’ve already done with my werewolf mate?

The being actually smiled at him. I must admit that some of this will not be as vivid when you return. There is just so much information that it will take a bit for your brain to acclimate it. If you were a master Occlumens, then you would be able to quickly organize your memories and retain all of the knowledge upon your return. However, we both know you have a horribly unorganized mind. You might want to have your first mate teach you how to organize your mind. This is only your first trip here after all. I’m sure you’ll have many more to discover more information about your different mates and how to care for your special children. Now move on to the next pool.

Harry looked down at the flickering liquid that was much too similar to fire. It appeared as if a flammable liquid was on fire atop the water of the pool. It wasn’t long before he was sucked into more memories. However, the ones before him were not as sharp as his mates that he’d had partial or full bonds with. He saw two identical men sitting next to one another in a well decorated room. A third man joined them with matching red hair, but Harry recognized the third man. It was a young Arthur Weasley. The identical men resembled the Wesley Twins quite a bit. They had the same smiles. Harry raised an eyebrow, which the memories couldn’t see. One of the twins was heavily pregnant, “I fear Arthur that this one will take after me. He feels like a strong dragonite, but how will you hide this one from Molly. We hate how she claimed our first son as her own. How does she get away with keeping you under her thumb?”

His twin answered his question with wide eyes, “Don’t tell us that she has Dumbledore on her side. How are we ever going become the family we’re meant to be? If she does manage to take him away from us, promise us that you will not allow her to bind him. He must not be bound.”

Harry continued to watch but everything just started to get blurry. He could only make out a few different shapes and he soon was once again consciously staring at the pool. He couldn’t help but wonder what the heck was up with that memory. It was the first one that started before his mate was born though the twin did go into labor shortly afterward. The question was what was Molly Weasley up to and how could Arthur have more children with the Seven the two had together for goodness sakes.

The voice once again broke into his mind. You just saw what happens when you try to look into the pool of a mate you have yet to claim. You will have to return here to fully bond after you have claimed him. Only then will his secrets be reviled fully. Then again you might have discovered enough to find answers before you track him down.

Harry stood before the last dominant pool wondering how much he would see of this mate. He knew that he likely didn’t have any connection with that particular mate. He couldn’t have ever even met the being that lay within the Aquamarine pool. It seemed to scream water being to him and he couldn’t help but wonder if each of his mates were attuned with one element or another.

As his consciousness landed within the memory, he found himself in the most interesting place. He was in a dark cave where witch was in labor. However, in the water pool next to the woman was a squid. The squid looked familiar, but Harry knew it wasn’t the same one in the lake at Hogwarts. The woman spoke aloud between screams, “I can’t believe you’re hiding in that form Neptune. You’ve got to be kidding me. Why not face me like a wizard and show yourself in a form that would allow me to beat you into a bloody pulp. You put this thing in me. You could help me deliver it. Get it out of me now!”

The memory faded and Harry just groaned. Why do I have to enter pools belonging to mate’s I’ve never met. They make my head hurt.

The voice had an audacity to laugh in his mind. You have to enter them because sometimes they give you clues as to how you may find those mates. You know that you cannot close the circle until all of your mates are found and claimed. Now how about you take a break before you start on the other pools? You’ll want to start with the one closest to you on that end. So, I guess you’ll be examining the pools on the right side. The door that you’ll need to enter is on the other side of the room after all. Now eat.

Bossy, bossy. Harry mentally grumbled as he sat at a large table that appeared before him on the far end of the room closest to the aquamarine pool. He sat down and tucked into the wide verity of food that appeared and with each bite he could feel the weariness slipping away from his mind. Perhaps the food there didn’t give his body energy but his mind and perhaps his very essence.

A/N: I apologized for my continued mistakes. I do my best editing when I come back and read through it as a whole. However, since this is not fully written yet, it is a bit difficult to do so. I understand that this chapter might be a bit much, but I hope that some enjoyed it. We’ll have more pools in the next chapter. The one after that should deal with a bit of Mimicker information and probably the passing of days as Harry attends lessons and goes to the great library. I’m not sure how many of these chapters will take place while Harry is out of his body, but twelve days is a long time.
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