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Chapter Seven – Seeing the Submissives

As soon as Harry felt well rested, he was once again instructed to look into the first pool. He could only hope that the six submissive pools would pass by quicker, as he only had mated with one of them so far. His only relationship with his unmated submissive was Draco, so the others would surely pass by quickly. He looked into the grey pool and wondered if it belonged to Lucius or Draco, as they both had grey eyes. He stared into the pool as everything faded before him.

He was in another all too familiar scene; however, he had to admit that the room was much different. It seemed that the Malfoys opted to have their births at home. Of course that tradition would allow a submissive Malfoy’s pregnancy to be hidden by his father. A beautiful woman with silvery blond hair and bright blue eyes stared down at the bundle in her arms with a smile lighting her features. However, the statuesque man hovered over the two with menacing crossed arms. Harry watched Lucius’ childhood as the boy spent most of his time with either his mother or their house elves. He watched the play groups that were common among Slytherin families. Harry smiled when he saw Lucius playing with a much younger Sirius and Regulus Black along with Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa.

Things seemed normal until the first holiday after Lucius returned from Hogwarts. It was the first scene Harry saw Abraxas take an interest in his son. The conversation was riddled with veiled threats, but it was the affectionate yet lustful ways Abraxas petted the young man’s hair. “Just remember Lucius, if you turn out to be a submissive, I get to do my dominant duties. I can’t wait because I already smell those submissive pheromones all over you.”

Harry shuddered at the scene and more of them that followed. It seemed that Abraxas was far more twisted than he first thought. It was as if the man wanted his son to turn out to be submissive just so he could violate him. What kind of father felt that way? What kind of sicko thought about their child that way? Was there a way that man ensured his son was submissive?

Harry continued to watch the dismal life of his beloved Maeve. However, his heart pained him greatly when he looked upon the overly distraught wizard on his 17^th birthday. Tears were rolling down his grey eyes as he hugged his legs and sat on his bed. He was mumbling, “Why did I have to be submissive? Why must I continue to be under his control? There’s nothing to stop him from claiming me now. He’ll perform the ritual and I will be nothing more than a hole for him to impregnate. I know he’s already spoken with Professor Slughorn about the potion. What if after everything he does, I have a submissive son? I will not be strong enough to protect him and knowing me, I will love him more than anything. The only good thing to come from any of this would be my connection to my only son.”

Harry watched as Lucius broke down in the bathroom several more times than the one that Severus witnessed. Lucius was resigned when his Hogwarts education ended and he was to return home. It wasn’t long before his parents started fighting. With Francesca’s Veela heritage, she was very protective of her son. Unfortunately, even her partial transformation wasn’t enough to defend her cub from the raging Rakshasa dominant. She died trying to protect her son. It was as if all light left Lucius’ eyes after his mother’s funeral and he resigned himself to his fate.

Harry had to fight back the urge to expel everything from his stomach as the Malfoy Ritual played out before him. Lucius was strung up on a crucifix in the center of a circular cobblestone patio surrounded by the Malfoy gardens. Harry could spot albino peacocks in the distance. With so many flowers in bloom, Harry could only assume it was summer. The sweat dripping from Lucius’ brow and the sun beating down on the scene gave credence to his assumption. Lucius was completely nude as his father stood in front of him in pure white ritual robes, “Prepare yourself Lucius, as I will now preform the dominate rites. I will have to wait to impregnate you until the night of your honeymoon. You’ll need a wife to hide your deformities after all, someone from a strong family who will produce dominant heirs.”

Harry watched as ribbons of red appeared in his first submissive mate’s chest with each whoosh of the whip that broke the perfectly porcelain skin. Harry watched as Lucius’ body twitched under the red beam of the Cruciatus Curse. Everything seemed to grey around Harry as the monster of a father spoke, “I just needed to make sure you weren’t under any pain potions. You will feel everything as I sever that manhood from you. As a submissive, you must never impregnate another. You will be the one to carry your heir and he will be from my loins. Now, the only way to properly do this to prevent any possible reattachment is for the use of our family’s ritual blade.”

The frozen faced man with unfeeling grey eyes pulled out a black blade. Harry could feel the dark magic imitating from the horrible blade. It was double-bladed like any other dagger, but it had a crescent shaped curve that made it reminiscent of a blade used for harvesting grain. Greenish black magical energy moved up and down the inky black metallic blade. It wasn’t long before Abraxas pulled onto the scrotum of his son. He was slow as he sliced through the connective tissue. The energy surrounding the blade must’ve acted as fire and automatically cauterized the wound, which only caused Lucius to scream and pale even more from the pain. Harry fell to his knees as he watched the Malfoy Lord grabbed ahold of the limp cock between his beloved submissive thighs. Harry felt the agony as the man hacked away at his mate’s manhood.

Harry let out a breath as the scene faded and was replaced with a beautiful wedding in the same garden. The alter was set up in that same exact clearing, as if Abraxas purposely reminded his son of the events that took place there on his wedding day. It was like a threat of what was to come that night. As soon as the guests left, Abraxas dragged Narcissa along with Lucius to his bed chamber. He forced a potion down the man’s throat before looking up at the wedding dress clad Narcissa, “You will enjoy this love.”

He motioned her to a chair near the wall before he pushed Lucius to the bed before securing him to the bed. Lucius was shackled on his hands and knees in a position well known as doggy style. The Malfoy Lord didn’t even prepare Harry’s mate before pushing into the tiny hole. Lucius let out a scream as his father pounded into him, as if he were mounting a dog in heat. Harry shook with fury, which was only heightened by Narcissa’s pleading voice for him to stop. Harry was thankful when the scene faded away.

Harry watched as Draco was cut from Lucius’ abdomen by the monster that put him there. The male fertility potion did not give Lucius any way of birthing Draco without surgery. Abraxas looked furious as he looked down at the pale but very bruised Draco, “He’s too weak. I should’ve known that my good for nothing submissive son would birth such a delicate creature. I doubt he’ll live past his first year.”

The Malfoy Lord stormed out of the room, while Lucius clutched his baby in his arms and cried. It was only a few moments before Lucius called an elf to him. “Please go get Severus Snape and bring him here. Tell him that I need help with the care of my son.”

Lucius examined every little thing associated with the little bundle in his arms. He kissed the silvery blonde head and promised, “I will not allow anything to hurt you. I will protect you like the precious little thing you are.”

The storm cloud, which was the Potion’s Master at that time appeared before him. “Why did you summon me, Lucius?”

“Severus, I want you to be my darling son’s Godfather, but you need to help me if we want him to live. My father just left him upon one look and I must protect him. He’s my first cub and I will not let him suffer because of his parentage.”

Severus’ eyes held so much warmth as he stared down at the little blond bundle, “What shall you name him?”

“I was thinking that someone like him deserves as strong name, so I decided to abandon my family’s tradition and adopt my wife’s. I shall name him Draco Lucius Malfoy. Now take him Severus, and please find out what’s wrong with him. Why are those bruises so prominent and why won’t my healing spells work on them?”

Severus’ brow furrowed as he flicked his wand over the child, “He has a bleeding problem that has magic resistance. I can only treat it with potions. Also, I don’t know if you noticed, but he has a hole at the bottom of his penis. I fear that his urine will leak through there and it will not close with magic either. I fear it will take something drastic to assist him with his ailments. He will one day need to have a blood adoption done, but we have to be careful as to whom we choose as a donor. He will need someone not related to any other magical family. I fear this is a result of inbreeding.” He handed the bundle back over to Lucius, “Here take him back and care for him. I must go to the lab and start brewing if we wish him to survive this night.”

Harry shook his head as his consciousness returned to the room. Why hadn’t he saw more of Draco’s life there? Was it because of the fact that Draco was his mate as well? Was he meant to see that childhood only through Draco’s eyes?

Harry didn’t even wait for the being to instruct him to move onto the next pool. He silently walked and found himself before a light blue pool that only reminded him of crystal clear drinking water. Which one of his mates could possibly have magical energy so refreshing? He stared down and found himself in the exact same room he left only moments before. The scene picked up where it left off with Severus rushing back in with a potion.

“I will spell it right into his stomach. It should work right away and stop the bleeding, but I fear nothing will help with the deformity.” Severus flicked his wand and the bright blue potion disappeared from the vial and glowed as it entered the infant. Harry watched as the baby went from overly bruised to just pale. It was in that moment that Harry realized how unhealthy Draco’s complexion really was.

He continued to watch as Lucius and Severus were the main staples in Draco’s childhood. Shortly after Draco’s birth Narcissa was too busy caring for her father in law. Apparently, he was infected with a horrible strain of Dragon Pox within a few days of Draco’s birth. She had to stay away from the infant because of his weak constitution. Draco was only a month old when Abraxas died and Harry noticed that no one in the family cried when he was entombed in the family crypt. Severus offered to stay with him to help care for the sickly Draco.

It was shortly after Abraxas’ death that Narcissa laid eyes on Draco for the first time. Harry shivered as he heard the words spoken to the baby, “I may not be your mummy love, but I will protect you as if you were one of my own until your daddy’s mate makes an appearance. You will no longer need me when that day comes and I will finally be free to find someone of my own.”

Two weeks later Narcissa disappeared for several months. She did not reappear until February of the following year and something seemed different. She looked more womanly than she had when she left. Her hips were a bit wider and Harry couldn’t figure out why that might be. However, the woman disappeared again shortly after Draco’s first birthday. Harry watched as the little blond played with his little play group. He was intermingling with Crabbe and Goyle. He played closely with Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson enjoyed dressing him up like a doll.

Harry’s feelings changed as he saw Diagon Alley from Draco’s perspective. It was his first opportunity to interact with others who he didn’t know from a young age. Harry noticed that Draco’s words were only meant to impress the scruffy looking little boy. Harry could notice how something drew Draco to him. It must’ve been Draco’s still slumbering Veela recognizing his mate. Harry watched what it was like for Draco in the snake pit. He watched how frightened Draco was when the attacks started his second year. He knew the ones petrified would be freed, but he wouldn’t live from something like that. He knew of his own delicate nature and his godfather reminded him why it was important not to wander alone. Harry could see the fear in those grey eyes when it was announced that Sirius Black had escaped Azkaban and was likely looking for Harry Potter.

Harry was surprised when he saw the worry etched on Draco’s face as he went to Severus. He pleaded with him, “Harry didn’t put his name in the goblet. Something’s going on and someone wants to hurt him. Please don’t allow any harm to come to him. He’s my mate professor. I’ve known it for a while now, but I can’t do anything about it. We hate each other. I know he’ll never want to protect me.”

Harry felt tears fall as Severus pulled a very unsure Draco into his arms and kissed his forehead. “If he’s truly your mate Draco, he will love you no matter what history the two of you have had. Fate has a way of making things work out for everyone. Just wait until your inheritance arrives on your 17^th birthday to be sure. You might just be feeling a pull toward him for a completely unrelated reason.”

Harry watched as Draco tried to disrupt the toad the previous year. He’d joined the squad to protect Harry. It was something that never crossed his mind. Why would Draco be such a prat and try to get him in trouble if he were Harry’s mate? However, watching the scenes from the previous year from the blonde’s eyes allowed him to understand his somewhat shy mate better.

The memories faded into something Harry knew as taking place in the present. Harry watched over the whole adoption ritual with rapt attention. He watched as everything ended and Severus carried an unconscious Draco to their bed. Harry felt warmth settle over him as he returned to the familiar room. Two pools down and four more to go, he could only hope that the memories would pass quicker as he didn’t know the last four mates very well if at all.

*Break*

He walked along the right side of the room as he stood before another pool. The one before him was a dark shade of Navy blue. He stared into it wondering whose past he would witness this time. He wasn’t surprised when it started with the usual beginning. He was in a familiar hospital room where all wizarding births must occur at St. Mungo’s. A beautiful woman with long blond hair and solid grey eyes stared down at the bundle of joy in her arms.

The man that overlooked the two had a similar continence to Abraxas Malfoy. Something deep within Harry knew that this man would cause just as much harm to his submissive son as Abraxas had to Lucius. He looked to be about the same age Abraxas was when Draco was born. The childhood continued to pass before him. Theo seemed to be a very quiet child that liked to read. He didn’t really interact much with the other children at the play groups.

It was the summer before Theo was to start at Hogwarts when his father first attempted to attack him. His mother stood before him and took the brunt of the beating at the drunken wizard’s hands. He ended up pushing her down the stairs, which were so steep and stone that she died upon reaching the bottom. Magic couldn’t help a snapped neck. Harry wanted to cry for his mate and quickly understood why Theo was one of the few that could see the Thestrals with him the year before in Hagrid’s class.

Harry sighed as he was forced out of the pool. It was apparent that he didn’t know that mate well enough to see anymore. He remembered him as the quiet boy sitting with Draco in the library when Hermione told him about how his article had named his father as a Death Eater. He had never even known his name prior to that. He never really paid too much attention to the Slytherins.

Harry sighed as he walked toward the next pool. He stared down into a blood red pool, which made him shiver. It reminded him too much of blood. He stared into it and soon saw an older version of his classmate Blaise. He was speaking with his lovely mother, “Mum, please do me this favor and seduce Edwin Nott. He’s been treating my best friend poorly. I can’t let it continue and you’re between husbands and he’s quite wealthy.”

His mother got a predatory smile, “Don’t worry love. I will have him wanting to marry me before the end of this year. I’ll enjoy our June wedding. We will protect your friend love, and if he meets a grizzly death, well it will only be better for our bank accounts.”

The dark haired Italian smile, “Yes it would, Mum.”

Harry sighed wondering why things were going so quick. He missed the time he spent in the first pool finding out so much more about his first mate. How was he supposed to bond with his other mates when he didn’t have such a strong connection? He didn’t know what insecurities they carried and he surely didn’t know how to communicate with them.

He walked toward the second to last pool. This one was shimmering gold that was much different from the amber he encountered in Remus’ pool. He soon was sitting on a familiar tree next to a full grown fairy. The woods were thick and you couldn’t even see the sky through the canopy. Everything just seemed quiet and peaceful until a red-eyed man entered the grove. He was quite young and handsome with dark hair if it weren’t for his unnatural colored eyes. He was heading straight toward a hallowed out ancient tree. The man’s hand came back empty and he let out a furious howl. Harry just watched as the fairy dropped out of the tree and confronted the being.

“You must know where it is. I demand you tell me where you hid it!” The young wizard demanded but the fairy refused to answer.

The fairy’s golden highlighted brown hair stood up in a perfect pixie cut. His arms were crossed as his rainbow colored butterfly wings fluttered behind him, “It was never yours. It was given to a fairy friend and returned to us when her daughter put it in that tree.”

Harry gasped as the fairy shook under the red light of the Cruciatus Curse expelled from Tom Riddle’s wand, “You will tell me now!”

The fairy didn’t respond as his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell unconscious. Tom lifted his body and he tied him upright against the tree before reviving him, “If you’re not going to spill your secrets, then I’ll just have to make you talk.”

Tom cast a flame curse that he flung against the fairy’s chest. It wasn’t long before he pulled a new growth branch from one of the trees and began to use it like a switch. “I will make you talk little fairy. Do you like the feel of this wood breaking through your skin? If you’re good, I might just leave you without pounding into that delicious flesh. Once I’ve marked you fully, I shall fill you with my seed. Just imagine how much fun my followers could have with you.”

The fairy just shook his head no and refused to speak. Harry watched as Tom’s anger rose. It wasn’t long before he was pulling out a dagger from his boot, “If I must carve you up, then I guess I will.” Harry had to close his eyes as he heard the tortured screams from the being.

Harry was surprised when he heard the melodic speak of the fairy. He spoke in a language Harry wasn’t familiar with and his golden eyes faded into a soulless black. Harry watched as Tom’s red eyes widened and he pulled his wand once more. The fairy continued to speak as his body pulsed with the pain from the Cruciatus curse. Soon the glade filled with several other fairies and Tom was banished from the wood. The vision faded from him and something with him clicked as he appeared in the familiar room. When he had defeated Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic’s Atrium, he remembered the beast’s last words about a fairy. Voldemort must have went in search of Ravenclaws Diadem before he tried to create whatever had anchored him to the world when Harry was a baby, but it was after the Diary was created. Harry had destroyed the diary, but it hadn’t sent Voldemort off because he was already tied to the reality in a spirit form. However it did make sense why he was able to kill him for good that night. If he had created more of those things like the diary, then Harry would’ve had to find the things and destroy them.

After that realization, Harry felt he was completely drained. He grudgingly walked toward the final pool that was a bright royal purple. He stared into it until he found himself standing in a familiar village. He looked around and saw the dragons in the distance. He watched as an elf with bright silver eyes sweated. A very dark red eyed vampire stood next to him with a look of concern on his face.

Harry gasped when the baby was born and knew the half elf and half vampire child was his final submissive mate. He wanted to see more and something told him that once again he’d find some sort of secret if he continued to watch. However, everything faded and he was back into the room. He wanted to growl as something about the little being had drawn him toward him. Something told him that he would work wonderfully with Severus. Something about that being seemed to be the perfect submissive to assign to his darling Severus. Perhaps he was meant to be his apprentice or something.

He looked back up at the being. I have completed your bloody request. What am I supposed to do next you great big blooming idiot?

The ever cool voice entered his mind. I understand the frustrations you have encountered with these pools youngling, but do try to rein in that Gryffindor anger. You may go through that archway and rest. You shall continue on with your studies tomorrow. I do believe the next step is to trace the trees of your known mates and discover the creatures in their linage. Just because certain traits are dominant within your mates doesn’t mean some of your children may not inherit other traits long forgotten in their lines.

Harry simply nodded in defeat before walking through the archway. He found a large bed in the middle of a very barren room, but he no longer had the strength to fight his weariness. He climbed into the bed and fell fast asleep knowing that the first day of twelve had passed before him.

Harry stretched as he woke in an odd place. He looked around at the undecorated white stone walls. He looked down at the marble floors and remembered all he had learned the day before. A different voice filled his mind as he climbed out of the bed. This one was female and had a musical lilt to it in his mind. Welcome youngling. You have already met your ancestor in the room of pools within the hall of your ancestors where one will experience the clarity from the eye of Osiris. The eye allows you to separate truth from lies and tap into your inherent wisdom. Next you will join me in the hall of records. Please walk through the door with the carving of the scroll. You will return to this room at the end of the day. You’ll probably notice the other symbols on the various doors.

Harry let out a gasp as he noticed the white stone arches that blended so seamlessly with the white marble walls that he hadn’t noticed them the first time. He walked forward and noticed two doors were hidden behind the slight shadow casted from the arches. He recognized the eye of Osiris on the door that he must’ve came through on the left the night before. He quickly looked to the right and only saw a black blank door. He stepped back out of the archway before he spun around. He noticed that if there were two doors expertly hidden behind each archway, there were a total of eight doors in the room. He walked clockwise from the first archway on the blank door side and peered into the next. He looked at the door on the left and it was carved with a giant tea leaf before quickly peering over at the door on the right which was carved with a brain. He continued to walk the room clockwise. He looked to the left and found a door carved with a circularly moving ball, which he figured represented energy. On the right a door carved with an intricate sword wrapped in vines. He moved to the final wall and looked to the left finding a door carved with an open book. Harry nervously ran a hand through his hair as he turned to the final door. He looked to the right and found two closed scrolls stacked atop an open one carved into the door. He pushed through the door and gasped by all of the family tapestries.

The four walls in the room had the pull down map like thing he remembered from Muggle School. However, instead of pulling down maps one had the ability to pull down family tapestries reminiscent of the one stuck to the walls of the drawing room at Grimmauld Place. The bottom half of the walls were covered in something that looked to be a cross between a wine bottle holder and a book shelve. The shelving was encased except for holes that had detailed pointed ends sticking out. Harry could only assume that each hole contained a scroll with family information. He noticed the filing system but didn’t fully understand how everything was organized. Four tables were about located on each quadrant of the room centered about four feet from each wall. In the center of the room was another pillar with a different being floating above it. However, Harry noticed drawers in the pillar that reminded him of the index cards in a Muggle Library. He could only assume it was how he would be able to discover the location of a particular scroll if summoning spells didn’t work.

He looked up at the being above him. She had long flowing auburn red hair that reminded him of his mother. Her skin was once again pail and flawless. Her ears were just as pointy as the other ancestor and when she opened her eyes, he was once again staring at his same green eyes. He was going to assume that if every being he came across had his same eyes that he must’ve inherited his Mimicker ability from his mother’s line and not his father’s line. The mimicker before him smiled before once again speaking within his mind. The first step in this journey for you will be to trace your own ancestry. You will want to start with the Potter, Evans, Peverell, Black, Gryffindor, and Slytherin family trees.

Harry simply nodded before getting to work. He knew deep down that Hermione would be ecstatic with all of the information at her fingertips if she were there. He started with flicking his hand and summoning the Potter and Evans family trees. They didn’t land in his hand but rather covered the wall in front of him and the one to the right. He summoned a parchment and quill and began writing down the names that appeared on each of the trees. He wrote down each name of a wife that married into the family. He noticed that many of the names were muggle in origin. There were plenty of Johnsons, Smiths, Waddells, and Parkers. However, he did manage to suck in a breath when he came across the name Slytherin, Gamp, Meliflua, and Selwyn. The names that stood out for him on the Potter tree were Peverell, Gryffindor, and Black. However, there were plenty of pureblood names he recognized and quite a few more that he didn’t. He continued to make these lists moving from each of those family trees until every name on those trees were completed.

Her voice entered his mind once again. The next step for you is to list each of the names on each of your known mate’s family trees. Though you won’t have to worry about Sirius because you’ve already taken care of the black line since your grandmother on your father’s side was from that line, so you’ll probably want to start with your first mate. Again Harry just nodded before pulling up the Prince and Lestrange family trees. He gasped a bit as he looked over the Prince Family Tree. Underneath Eileen Prince were three children, Rabastan Crassus Lestrange, Severus Tobias Prince, and Nymphadora Eileen Tonks. Harry almost wanted to bash his head into the wall for his own stupidity. Sure, he didn’t know the year that Tonks was born, but he did know that she graduated from Hogwarts the year before he attended as a first year. Surely, he could’ve quickly counted back 7 years from 1991 and get 1984 and then subtract 11 to get 1973. It was all simple logic and was bloody well staring him in the face but somehow he just overlooked it. He just wanted to blame it on the information overload.

After that he moved onto the Malfoy and Delacour family trees before perusing the Nott and Zabini trees. He also pulled up the Prewett and Weasley family trees since they were also listed on the Black family tree and thanks to his pool gazing, he was sure that one of his mates was descended from one of those lines. Part of him was sure that it had to have been a child raised by one of those twins. He looked up at the Prewett family tree and frowned. The names Gideon and Fabian Prewett were listed and showed that they were still living. Harry rubbed his temples trying to remember why he thought those two had died in the first wizarding war.

What caught his eye even more were the breakup of lines. Arthur Weasley was bonded to Gideon and Fabian rather than Molly Prewett. Underneath Arthur and the twins were William, Charles, Percy, Fred and George. Molly Prewett didn’t even have the name Weasley associated to her name and the lines below her were linked to Ron and Ginny Prewett. Harry’s brow furrowed wondering why Ron and Ginny had their mother’s maiden name. He understood that it must have something to do with the legality of Molly and Arthur’s marriage, but then he remembered that Severus’ last name was listed as Prince instead of Snape. So, if Molly slept with muggle men to conceive her two children, then the tapestry would only recognize the magical name associated. He could only assume that Lestrange appeared for Rabastan because he was acknowledged by his father and Tonks had to have been through an adoption ritual. It probably wasn’t a blood adoption, but he was sure there were many different magical binding and naming ceremonies that would’ve changed her name.

Harry tapped his parchment and organized the names alphabetically before the voice once again sounded in his mind. Your next step is to call forth the creature scrolls to see which beings each line is associated with. You will want to draw a line from those names and list those creature types. You will be spending all day tomorrow in the Hall of Knowledge finding out as much as you can about those beings. Of course, you’ll only want to search the beings of your mates. It’s good to have this list though so that you may research possible outcomes from your future mating and children. We Mimickers come into being when magic needs to be infused with magical beings. It is these beings that are the bases of all magic. Unfortunately, this has been forgotten by many mostly human witches and wizards.

Harry began listing the many different creatures associated with each line. Harry wasn’t surprised when Rakshasas were associated with the Malfoy line or Veela being associated with the Delacour and Rosier lines. He was a bit surprised when he found the Potter line was associated with producing humanoid Phoenixes. He was a bit surprised when he discovered that the Slytherin line was known for producing Yuan-ti, which was only able to be passed down in magic lines. So, even though Harry’s mother was descended from that line, the genes faded away as the line continued to produce muggles. However, as soon as the magic appeared the gift of serpent tongue had to have appeared. Harry couldn’t help but wonder how his mother had hidden it for so long. The Notts, Gaunts, and those descended from Cadmus Peverell who had married a daughter of the Magical Slytherin line. The Potters were descended from Ignotus Peverell, who was known for marring a full-blooded humanoid Phoenix which caused the creation of the Potter line. Antioch Peverell married a Rakshasa, which led to the Malfoy, Yaxley, Scrimgeour, and other tiger lines.

Harry paused for a moment when a meal appeared before him. He started eating which allowed his mind to sharpen. He continued to trace the lines. In the end he had a list of ten possible associated creatures from his known mate lines. They consisted of Elf, Shadow Demon, Rakshasa, Yuan-ti, Veela, Phoenix, Sirens, Dragonites, Dryads, and Shape shifters. He then had to add the creatures he had seen in his visions of the mate’s he’d never met before, which were Vampire, Fairy, and squid something or other. He also wrote down Werewolf even though he wasn’t sure if it was possible to pass along curses through the act of mating. If Remus were to fall pregnant, would he have a wolf or something else? Did it matter if he was caring the child or fathering the child? He again ran into a road block where not having too much knowledge on his own being was limiting him. He knew that he could impregnate any of his mates including the Dominant ones, but they were able to impregnate each other. All of the submissive mates could be impregnated from any of them and some of them needed multiple partners to gain a pregnancy. He also needed to figure out what the heck Blaise was. He knew that Blaise’s mother was a Succubus, but no matter how many trees he investigated there was no actual line for Succubae. He had no idea where it came from for Mariposa Nott. It was too difficult to list every name she possessed, so he might as well list the one she was currently using.

He sighed after the list was complete but he felt far more fatigued than he had the day before. He was always more of a hands on learner rather than the scholarly type. Perhaps the fact that he was only there mentally instead of physically caused his cognitive functions to waver faster when he was researching rather than viewing the past. He could only hope learning about different creatures and beings would be more interesting and less time consuming tomorrow. He looked up at the red haired guarding. I think I have found all of the information I could at this moment. May I please retire back to my room? I think it would be best for me to sleep. I must admit that time flies when one gets lost in research. There’s just so much here and so much to absorb. I still can’t believe that 16 hours have passed me by.

The woman nodded. The more time you spend here the more you will acclimate. You will no longer tire so easily. You shall be called by the next guardian upon awaking. I hope you enjoy your search for knowledge. The information here automatically updates with each magical birth, death, and ritual performed. However, it has been over a millennia since one of us have appeared. You are welcomed here among us and we hope you will stir things up so that the stagnant air that has been here for so long.

Harry just nodded as he walked through the same door he had entered the room from. He was once again in the bland bedroom, but again he was too tired to care. He set his scrolls on the floor next to the bed and just crashed. Part of him wondered what type of information he’d find tomorrow. His mind also couldn’t help but wander back toward what was going on in his reality. Were they performing the ritual at that moment or had he just somehow watched something that had yet to pass? If the days there were really only an hour there, then he’d only been asleep for two hours. He was sure that his mates wouldn’t really miss him that much when he returned, but he would miss them greatly. He shook his head and worked on trying to clear his thoughts so that he could fall back into blankness and prepare for his next day of surprises.

A/N: I am really starting to wonder how many of these chapters will occur. I think I’d really only like to write one more here before I deal with what’s happening in his reality. I can already see what he will do upon returning.
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