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This is an AU. In other words, NOT cannon. There is no Voldemort, although Tom Riddle has his part, and I'm seriously playing around with various ages. More will become clear as you read, and I'll try to give you enough details to keep up.

No sex in this chapter, but this is just the prologue. Mentions of sex, both Hentai, Yaoi and Yuri, and talk of Mpreg, but nothing actually happens. LOTS of sex expected as the story progresses.

I've gone back and made a few minor changes to this chapter. Plot's still the same, just fixed some spelling and grammar mistakes I found. Oh, and speaking (or writing) of that, I'm Australian and am using Australian spelling. I'm not going to try and claim all spelling mistakes you may find are because of that, because I know I sometimes miss errors when I'm writing/reading my own stories, but please keep that in mind.

PROLOGUE - THE RITUAL

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, smiled to himself as he walked as he walked through the halls of his beloved school. Was it really that time of year again? How the time went by so fast, it barely seemed like yesterday that school was let out for the year. Yet, he mussed as he walked closer to his destination, to his dear students it probably seemed like a lifetime ago. They were the ones who had been waiting for this day after all, some for their whole lives.

Aside from some happily gossiping portraits, the halls were silent. After all, it would be another week until classes started up again. Today, Hogwarts was not a school, but a meeting place for the evoking of an ancient and vitally important ritual. One that would forever change and help shape the lives of his beloved students.

Finally, Dumbledore reached his destination, finding the doors to the rarely used chamber already wide open and it's hall quite full. Not that Dumbledore was surprised, he vividly remembered the day of his own ritual, he'd turned up a good three hours early he was so excited only to find he was by far not the only one to do so. Once he became a teacher and later the school's headmaster, he discovered that such occurrences were actually the norm, rather than the exceptions. As the ritual was scheduled to start in twenty minutes from now, Dumbledore would have been very surprised if the room was not full to bursting.

Oh good, Dumbledore noted as he glanced around the hall on his way to the raised dais where most of his fellow educators were gathered. It looked like the entire sixth year was already here, though of course he would check with the Head of Houses who were responsible for doing a headcount of their students, just to make sure. It would not do to forget one after all, not with the possible consequences being what they are.

Dumbledore also noticed right away that there were several parents and guardians around as well. How lovely, it was always so touching when family took an interest in this important day in their children's lives. Most of the adults, Dumbledore noticed, were wizards and witches. Oh sure, there were a few muggles scattered around, evident by their unusual clothing, and somewhat confused and uncomfortable expressions, but it was mostly wizards. This was to be expected, as wizards understood what was at stake far more than any muggle could. Even after it was explained to them, in graphic detail if needed to get the point across, some muggles would still deny the need to do this, claiming that the whole situation was obscene. Some muggles had even gone so far as to try and stop their children from returning to Hogwarts for their sixth year. Fortunately, the school papers they signed when first sending their children to Hogwarts included a clause that clearly stated that if they tried to interfere with the 'Ritual of Self' or stop their child from attending their later years without a valid reason, then the school would have the right to seize the child and make them a ward of Hogwarts until the parent in question came to their senses or until they graduated, whichever came first. That was not necessary this year, fortunately, but the sad truth was that even the most enlightened muggles sometimes had trouble dealing with this facet of wizard life. Oh dear. Still at least this year's students were lucky enough that they all had parents who were at least trying to understand.

"Albus." A very familiar voice broke Dumbledore out of his musings, and he looked up into the face of Gillert Grindelward; Hogwarts very own DADA professor and Deputy Headmaster - and Dumbledore's bondmate of over eighty years.

Grindelward carried his age well. Better, Dumbledore thought ruefully, than he himself did. Although Grindelward's hair, which had been golden blond in his youth had gone grey over the years it was still full and silky and as usual pulled back into a low ponytail that Dumbledore thought showed off his aristocratic face to perfection. Granted Dumbledore was biased, but seeing as every year there were at least a few students who developed crushes on his beloved, he thought he was also justified in believing that Grindelward was still an exceptional specimen of wizard perfection. Even now, the man could make Dumbledore hard with a single look - though considering what today meant for their young students Dumbledore could admit he already had sex on the mind, which certainly helped with that.

Grindelward smirked slightly, easily guessing what Dumbledore was thinking. Still, they had a job to do.

"I've spoken with all four Heads of House, it appears the students are all here. Do you want to start early?"

"Ah, good." Dumbledore said happily. "It would be a disaster if a student was missed, I still remember the chaos caused when little Mr. Scottsfield missed his ritual back when we first started teaching because his family was on vacation in France for the summer, remember that? The next week was a nightmare trying to find him, and then convince his parents that why the ritual was needed. I still can't believe Diggle let it get to that point in the first place, the boy's parents should have been told as soon as his fifth year ended. Anyway, no I don’t think we should start early, love. Even if all the students are here there may still be some family members who will turn up at the last minute hoping to watch. We'll wait until noon exactly, as planned."

Grindelward nodded, understanding what his bondmate was saying before moving off to ensure that everything was ready for when noon got here. He was to be the Master of Ceremony this year, and was taking his duty very seriously. Dumbledore just smiled and admired the man's arse though those close fitting robes of his. Ah, the memories this day was bringing back. He would have to get a hold of himself soon or he'd be dragging Grindelward off the floor and into the nearest broom closet he could find soon, ritual or no ritual.

Dumbledore sighed and forced that thought out of his head. He couldn't afford to think like that. Even without considering his reputation as the school's headmaster, he knew all too well how important this ritual was. He was not exaggerating when he said that his student's lives might very well depend on it.

It was a strange quirk in a wizard or witches magic, one that theorists were still having trouble completely deciphering the reason for. Nevertheless, there was no denying the fact that magic itself leaned to the creation of 'Doms' and 'Subs', and in turn shaped a great deal of how wizarding society developed.

In theory 'doms' and 'subs' were a rather simple concept. A dom's magic would force itself outward in such a way that it would allow the dom to impregnate any fertile human with a magical child. A sub's magic on the other hand was focused inward, allowing for the conception and carrying of a magical child. However, in reality there were some much more complicated details attached to this. Starting with the fact that not all doms are male, nor are all subs female.

Gender, it appeared, had very little to do with doms and subs. While certainly most subs are witches, male subs are in no way uncommon, nor are the children they bare in any way less precious or any way less powerful. Grindelward himself was an excellent example of a powerful male sub, and the three children he had born Dumbledore were all so perfect that Dumbledore could not imagine his life without them. Yes, they were all grown up now and living their own lives, but they all still popped round to visit their dear old parents regularly, as did their children, Dumbledore's grandchildren. In fact, his oldest great-grandchild would be starting at Hogwarts next term. In Dumbledore's experience, there would usually be no less than five male subs in every year. It was fortunate for the boys in question that the wizarding world did not hold the same close-minded views on homosexuality that sadly many muggles did. Those were just as likely to find a worthy life partner as any female sub.

Female doms, on the other hand, were much more rare. The why of this was unknown, but it was a documented fact. As was the fact that female doms could and have many times over sired children with their partners. There was much debate over how a witch could do this, but the leading theory was that the dom in question's magic, heightened during sex, would combine with the magic of her sub and thus create a new life within the sub's womb. Of course, every now and then a theorist - more often than not a male theorist - would insist that female doms developed small, hidden testicles on their fingers or tongue and that that was how they impregnated their partner. Of course no physical evidence was ever produced confirming that, and females doms that was confronted with such a theory would almost always give the speaker such a powerful look of disgusted loathing that they would quickly shut up. Personally, Dumbledore was betting on the magical theory being more likely correct.

However, the issue of gender was not the most complicated issue associated with doms and subs. The biggest problem was the potential for a wizard or witches own magic to become fatal.

Once reaching the age of maturity, a dom's magic would begin to grow and lash out at the world around them, growing steadily out of control. A sub's magic would begin to do the opposite, and attacking inwards and hurting the witch or wizard themselves. It would take a couple of years before this became serious, as the effects started off so small and only gradually worked their way up into something bigger. However, eventually it reaches the point where it could and would become extremely dangerous. So much so that there had been documented cases where subs have been killed by their own powers, where doms have killed others and even themselves because they could not get their powers under control.

Unless their powers were 'grounded'. And fortunately there was a rather simple way to ground a wizard's power. SEX. Lots of sex. It was quite a simple solution really. When a dom fucked a sub, the dom's excess power would be absorbed by the sub. In turn the sub's excess powers would combine with the dom's excess powers and the two would thus be harmlessly neutralised within the sub's body. Regular sex, over a period of several years following a wizard's majority, would leave the wizard in question healthy and in full control of their magic. Not to mention nicely satisfied. Such a simple and extremely pleasurable solution to such a dangerous problem.

Sadly, it was not always followed through on. Muggleborns sometimes had morality issues with offering up their arse or pussy so freely, or their parents did which is why Britain in was legal to remove a muggleborn witch or wizard from their home if they tried to keep their child with them and 'pure'. Sometimes, a witch or wizard would be mistaken about whether they were a dom or a sub, which could have drastic consequences if the mistake was not found in time. And then there were those who sadly refused to accept the reality of the situation, despite how many times they were told.

Dumbledore's beloved younger sister, Ariana, was sadly one of those. Oh, she had her reason, Dumbledore knew, a much better one than many did. When Ariana was a little girl, she was attacked a group of thuggish muggle boys who saw her doing magic. While their father saved her, the damage to poor little Ariana's mind was already done. They didn’t rape her; most likely, Dumbledore thought bitterly, because they simply didn't have the time. But they did touch her, to the point that after the attack was ended, Ariana developed a great fear of any kind of sexual contact. When her maturity came, she refused to choose a mate, refused to even consider having sex to ground herself despite their mother's pleas and attempts to explain. Every attempt to see reason just drove Ariana further into her fear, and sadly Ariana was a dom. Eventually, from what Dumbledore and the Aurors could pierce together, in her fear Ariana's magic lashed out and destroyed their house, with Ariana and her mother still in it. Both were crushed in the wreckage. Dumbledore and his brother Aberforth were lucky enough to be out at the time and so were spared. The tragedy of the incident still brought tears to Dumbledore's eyes and made him determined that his students would never suffer the way his sister and his mother did. All his students would be properly informed and grounded if he had anything to say about it, and he didn't care if he had to drag them to the ritual to do it.

Ah yes, the Ritual of Self, the reason all his precious students were here today, in this room prepared for this exact reason only. Being such enlighten wizards and witches that they were, the Four Founders decided when they built the school that they would do everything in their power to ensure their students would all be properly grounded before they reached their majority, a tradition that still carried on to this day.

The first, virtually important step was today, the Ritual of Self. Set in the centre of the room was a beautiful tile mosaic that doubled as a ritual circle. A ritual circle with one simple task, to reveal whether a student was a dom or a sub. It was all quite simple really, the Master of Ceremony would call out the student's name, they would stand in the middle of the circle, and the Master would say the short chant that would activate it. The student would then be surrounded by a brightly coloured light; blue if they were a dom, yellow if they were a sub. Easy, peasy.

The rest of the plan to ensure that all the students were safe from their own magic was simply a matter of letting nature take its course. Teenagers were bundles of hormones anyway, but wizards were worse. Magic itself played on their instincts, making subs desire to bare the children of strong doms, while doms… well doms just really wanted sex, a lot. And so, the school made allowances to allow student to have as much sex as they wanted. Sixth year students were given private rooms. Curfews were relaxed. Longer breaks were given between classes, more than long enough for a quick fuck in the broom closet between transfiguration and charms. Really, the whole school was set up to allow their growing students free rein with each other's bodies. Why else would there be so many unused classroom, storage rooms, closets, etc, etc around the place just waiting to be taken advantage of. Once the student's subconsciously realised that sex was not only allowed but subtlety encouraged they became little balls of hormones just looking for excuses to jump each other.

Dumbledore chuckled slightly remembering his own sixth year, and what a year that was! Being such a powerful wizard, it seemed that every time he turned a corner there was some cute thing just begging him to take them. He'd gotten more ass and pussy then he could count that year. It seemed every sub in school was offering it up to him, and being a healthy sixteen year old, he of course took full advantage.

The year wasn't just an excuse to get laid though, although that was a big part of it. Students were also encouraged to look for a bondmate, a life partner. After all, to be truly grounded a wizard would need regular sex for years not just the few months he was at Hogwarts. By 'testing the waters' the students could better get to know their classmates and find one that they connected to and wanted to spend the rest of their lives with. Despite what some romantics might claim, being sexually compatible was a big part of making a long-term relationship work, especially when sex in the marriage is vital to keeping the participants not only together but also alive. No wizard or witch with a lick of sense would encourage his or her child to enter a long-term relationship without having thoroughly fucked their partner and ensuring that they'll be satisfied with them for years to come.

All of which is why, at the end of sixth year, doms would send out formal offers of marriage to their chosen partner. As a sub might get multiple offers, the choice to accept or reject the offer was solely up to the sub. Returning next year, all couples would receive a marriage or engagement suite, depending on how short and engagement the couple have decided on. And students still single, well they would get to enjoy themselves all over again with the other still single students in not only their own year but also the one below it. It was extremely rare that a student graduated Hogwarts without being at least engaged. As it was, from what Dumbledore remembered from the living accommodation requests they gotten back so far, there would be only four single seventh years returning this year, three doms and one sub.

Dumbledore smiled down at all the impatient faces looking back at him and the other teachers. His poor students were getting quite impatient; they wanted to know what they were and just whom among them they were free to fuck.

Even many parents were looking impatient. There was Lady Zabinni, standing very close to her son as her eyes scanned all the students as if analysing which ones would be good enough for her heir. Lucius Malfoy was standing near the back, looking bored as if he already knew how this would turn out before I even started, while his wife Narcissa stood next to him trying to look unconcerned while her hands which were clenched hard in front of her gave away her anxiety. There was Annette Finnigan, poor woman kept glancing at her son and bitting her lip, hoping against hope that this would turn out the way he dreamed. Molly Weasley was fluttering about like an agitated sparrow, constantly fixing her son's hair and straightening his clothes - much to young Ronald's dismay - while her husband Arthur tried in vain to calm her down. Roger Smith stood next to his son, smirking in such a way that it was clear to Dumbledore that the man expected Zechariah to be swamped with offers as soon as the ritual was over. The man had always had such an ego on him.

Oh, Dumbledore thought with an inward laugh, and look over there. Dear Sirius Black looked so excited that you would think this was his ritual and not his godson's. His bondmate, Remus Lupin-Black, was trying to calm him down but it was clear to Dumbledore that the werewolf turned best selling author was just as excited.

Their godson, Harry Potter, stood next to the two looking like he couldn't decide whether to join them in their excitement or just be embarrassed by them. Harry, Dumbledore would admit if only to himself, was one of his favourite students. The boy had known so much tragedy in his life. His parents were sadly killed in a muggle car accident when the boy himself was only two years old, leaving him with his beloved godparents to raise him. Said godparents had their own share of tragedy, with poor Remus being unable to bare any children thanks to a vicious and jealous former classmate cursing him barren when Sirius choose him and not her. Said former classmate was now serving a fifty-year sentence in Azkaban prison for unprovoked assault and line-theft. Dumbledore felt it said much for Sirius' character that he refused to give his then fiancé up, despite his parents' wishes. Though Sirius claiming his godson Harry as his heir did eventually alleviate some of their concerns.

Despite these tragedies in his early life, Harry had grown up into an outstanding young man in Dumbledore's estimation. A little short when he first started, by now Harry had grown into one of the tallest in his year - although he still had nothing on Blaise Zabinni and fellow Gryffindors Ronald Weasley and Dean Thomas - and had become a remarkably hansom young man. With his wild black hair and piercing green eyes, that had until last year been hidden behind glasses but now stood out for the world to see and admire, Harry was one of the desirable young men in the school currently. A position only heightened by the fact that he was the heir to two Noble Houses, one of the better students in his year (Grindelward absolutely sung his praises in DADA and his bondmate was not the kind to be impressed easily), and Gryffindor's star quidditch player and captain to boot! Dumbledore had no doubt that dom or sub Harry would be one of the most sort after students in his year. With amusement, he briefly wondered whether the boy would have the energy to keep up with the demands on his time and on his body.

Finally the antique clock in the corner of the room chimed, surprisingly loud for such a little thing, signalling that it was now noon. Instantly, the room quietened down and all eyes went to Dumbledore as he stood with a smile and moved to the edge of the dais so that he could be better seen. So focused on the Headmaster, no one noticed that the CoMC teacher Hagrid was closing the heavy doors behind them.

"Greeting and welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for this important day." Dumbledore said speaking loudly so that everyone could hear him. Of course, with how quiet everyone suddenly was, he probably needn't have bothered, but oh well. "The Ritual of Self, is an important tradition here at Hogwarts, one that traces its roots all the way back to our Founders. It is also an important step in a young wizard or witches life, one that I hope will help shape all of your futures into something to you treasure. I would like to thank all our visiting guests for being here today to help us celebrate this important millstone in these young people's lives. And so, without further ado, I give you over to our Master of Ceremony for the day, Professor Grindelward."

"Thank you Headmaster." Grindelward said over the sound of quiet applause. "For those of you who don't know, the Ritual is quite simple, no need to worry about anything. When I call out a name, would that student please come forward to stand in the middle of the ritual circle you see before you. I will say a short chant to activate it, and once it announces whether said student is a dom or sub they may step back to their friends and family and I will call the next name. Does anyone have any questions? No? Then I will begin."

With that, Grindelward calming reached into the cauldron sitting on a pedestal next to him. There was a time when the names were called out alphabetically, until an alliance between the families of Wealsey, Willowmoore, Yellowbelly and Zabinni demanded that it be changed. Years of coming last for everything took its toll, it seemed. Now, they used the name out of the cauldron method and got far fewer complaints.

"Dean Thomas!" Grindleward called out and the tall black boy stepped forward apprehensively. As Grindelward had promised, the ritual was quick and simple and mere few seconds later the glow appeared.

"A Dom!" Grindelward called out loudly, and Dean stepped back to his family to the sound of polite applause as Grindelward reached into the cauldron again.

A*A*A*A*A

Standing not to far away from Dean, Hermione Granger's attention was taken away from the ceremony by something astonishing.

"Ron, are you taking notes?" Hermione asked her 'almost boyfriend' in disbelief. She's been on him for years to take notes in class, and he chooses now, during Ritual of Self to do so?

"Yep." Ron said as he hurriedly wrote down the next name Professor Grindelward called out (Michael Corner) as neatly as he could without having anything to lean the parchment on, which sadly wasn't very neat. "I'm making a list of who's a sub and who's a dom."

"Why?" Hermione asked suspiciously. They'd already promised each other that if they were compatible they'd make a go at each other as soon as the new school year started. If he was planning on trying to see anyone else behind her back he had another thing coming!

Ron however just grinned eagerly. "Bill did the same thing during his ritual. Said that every year there are those who can't remember which quidditch team so and so is playing on, and that a lot of students are willing to pay though the nose for a list of who they are allowed to chase. All my other brothers have done the same, and have made some pretty good money off it. Do you really think Crabbe or Goyle is going to remember how everyone was sorted today? They'll probably be willing to pay the big Galleons for a cheat sheet of which arse is up for grabs."

Hermione thought about that for a spilt second before coming to a decision. "Give me that parchment, I've got neater writing than you and this needs to be legible if we're going to sell it. We'll spilt the money fifty-fifty"

A*A*A*A*A

Dumbledore watched the ritual with interest, chuckling over some of the more extreme reaction to some of the results. When Megan Jones was declared a sub for instances, the wolf whistles from the various teenage boys throughout the room were nearly deafening. Dumbledore could understand where they were coming from however; he was old and bonded, not dead. Megan Jones was certainly one luscious little Hufflepuff, with a full chest and a curvy hourglass figure. Not to mention her elegant features, long silky brown hair and sultry blue eyes. She was also somewhat of a ditz with no real interest in schoolwork despite her perfectionist tendencies. Although as an educator he probably shouldn't be thinking this, in Dumbledore's mind there was no doubt the girl was going to end up someone's trophy wife. Though if the look in Miss Jones eyes as she surveyed her fellow classmates was any indication she was far from against that idea. It was clear already that she would be one of the more popular fucks this year, and would be more than eager to please.

Smiling to himself and feeling slightly envious of his young students, Dumbledore turned his attention back to the floor where young Seamus Finnigan was walking toward the ritual circle, looking like he was just barely stopping himself from running away in panic. When the circle glowed a bright yellow however, all fear left the boy's face to be replaced by pure joy. The glow hadn't even completely faded when he broke out of the circle to run straight into the arms of one Dean Thomas to give the taller boy the snog of a lifetime.

Dumbledore laughed out loud at that and joined in with the enthusiastic applause for the obviously very happy boys. Out of the corner of his eye, Dumbledore saw McGonagall try to discretely wipe the tears from her eyes and smiled wider. He knew all too well that the Gryffindor Head of House was worried about these two students who had been risking the odds and dating seriously since forth year. McGonagall, who was a real romantic at heart no matter how she tried to hide it from her students, had waxed poetically in the staff rooms about how adorable their young love was, and about how much she hoped that fate and biology would not drag them apart when this day came. Looking at the still kissing boys and their beaming parents, Dumbledore mused that the only the only thing that could hope to pry the two apart now right would be a team of Abraxans.

The ritual calmed down for a bit after that, with no real surprises. Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson and Hannah Abbort were declared subs, to no one's surprise. Zacheriah Smith was declared a dom, as were Blaise Zabinni and Stephen Cornfoot. There was a bit of a surprise when Susan Bones was declared a dom. The young lady left the circle looking like she wasn't quite sure what to think of that. Dumbledore hoped that she would be okay, as female doms occasionally had trouble finding a partner.

Time went by as name after name was called. Padma Patil, sub. Anthony Goldstein, dom. Ronald Wealsey, dom. Justin Finch-Fletchley, sub. Vincent Crabbe, dom. Parvati Patil, sub. Sally Ann Perks, sub.

One bit of disorder came when the Malfoy heir, Draco, was called and declared a sub. Lucius Malfoy was not able to stop himself from letting out a loud and slightly horrified cry of "What?!" before his wife hit him on the shoulder and hissed at him to be quiet. Young Mr. Malfoy's face gave no indication of what he was feeling as he walked back to where his parents were standing.

After that brief excitement, things quietened down again slightly for a time. Daphne Greengrass' revealing as a sub had much the same reaction from the male watchers as Miss Jones did, but the statuesque Slytherin seemed much less impressed by the wolf whistles than her counterpart did. Theo Nott followed, a dom.

And that was when the real excitement started.

"Harry Potter!"

The dark haired boy stepped forward, obviously trying valiantly to ignore how his godfather Sirius was now bouncing on his toes in excitement. Remus had evidently given up on controlling his bondmate as he watched Harry walk towards the circle with a mix of anticipation and pride. Dumbledore also noted with amusement that a number of students seemed to be paying extra attention to this particular ritual.

The ritual started the same as ever. Harry entered the circle, Grindelward said the chant, the circle powered up. However, when the glow appeared, it was instantly apparent that this ritual was not the same as all the overs. For said glow was not the bright ocean blue of a dom, nor the cheerful sunny yellow of a sub. No, this was glow was a deep blood red. A colour Dumbledore had only seen twice before, once as Headmaster when young Tom Riddle, the current Minister of Magic, stood in that circle looking just as confused as Harry did now. The other far more years in the past than Dumbledore would care to admit, his own ritual. That red was a rare and special event. It signified so much about a young wizard, it clearly showed that young Harry Potter was…

"Alpha." Grindelward said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. Forcing himself to get over his shock, Grindelward cleared his throat before speaking up again this time in a louder voice. "An Alpha."

There was instantly chaos. So many voices all spoke up at the same time. Many demanding to know if Grindelward was sure. A number of the muggle parents were asking their neighbours what this meant, they'd been given information about doms and subs, but nothing about Alphas. Lucius Malfoy was demanding that the ritual start all over from the beginning, after the circle was checked for tapering, because there was no way his son could be a mere sub while Potter could be an Alpha. Sirius Black was demanding that Lucius take back that insult to his godson, while many of the subs in the room - including a very pissed off Narcissa Malfoy - were demanding to know what the hell Lucius meant by 'a mere sub'. Miss Granger was loudly and quickly talking about how rare this was, and how famous the Alpha in the history books she'd read were, and oh Harry this is wonderful you must be so excited. Many of the boys in the room were crying out 'Bloody Hell' and other such profanities, the loudest being one Ronald Weasley. And unless Dumbledore was mistaken, Miss Megan Jones was already asking Harry if he'd like to go christen the nearest broom closet with her.

It took ten minutes and several firecrackers from Dumbledore's wand before everyone calmed down enough to be quite again.

"Thank you." Dumbledore said, faking calm as everyone quietened down despite the excitement running through him at finding another Alpha amongst his students. "I understand, as I'm sure Mr. Potter does, that to discover an Alpha amongst our fair students is quite a shock, but I'm afraid we do have several more students who need to be tested today, so I'm afraid I will have to ask you to remain calm so that we can continue. Mr. Potter, if you have time I'd like to speak to you once the ritual is over, one Alpha to another, your godfathers are of course welcome to come. But until then, Professor Grindelward, you may resume."

Harry nodded, looking dazed, before walking back to his godfathers. Sirius instantly pulled him to his side with a one armed hug, looking every bit as shocked as Harry, yet also incredibly proud.

Dumbledore knew exactly how Harry felt; he still remembered his own shock at finding out he was an Alpha. They were incredibly rare. Indeed, other than himself, Minister Riddle and now Mr. Potter, as far as Dumbledore knew there was only one other Alpha alive, a witch by the name of Uchiha Yuki in Japan.

But beyond being rare, Alpha were also incredibly powerful. Once reaching their majorities and unlocking their full powers, Alpha were easily several times more powerful than your average wizard. And in a society where the strength of your magic is every bit as important as brains, looks or money, such strength is an amazing tool assist in getting anything and everything one wants in life. Just look at Tom, who was the youngest Minister of Magic in centuries and still holding strong in his office a good thirty something years down the track. Or himself, Headmaster of the most prestigious magic school in the world for over fifty years and in that time no one trying the challenge his right to hold such a seat. And while Dumbledore liked to think that he did a very good job managing the school, thank you very much, and that Tom was in indeed a truly fantastic minister, he could not deny that their Alpha status did help them to achieve their positions.

However, extra power was not all that came with being an Alpha.

"An Alpha, Albus, an Alpha!" McGonagall whispered excitedly as the ritual started up again (Sue Li, sub). "I can't believe it, two Alpha's since we started teaching together. Oh, I knew young Mr. Potter was powerful, but I never expected this."

"I know exactly what you mean, my dear." Dumbledore said with a smile at his second Bondmate.

For that was what else being an Alpha meant, the need to have more than one bondmate. One sub was simply not nearly enough to properly ground and Alpha's power. Just how many subs were needed differed from Alpha to Alpha. In Dumbledore's case, he needed two. He luscious Gillert, and his sweet Minerva. He believed that Lady Uchiha Yuki in Japan also needed two. Tom Riddle on the other hand needed three bondmates to keep him grounded; Bellatrix Black-Riddle, the renowned Duellist Champion; Severus Snape-Riddle, Hogwarts very own Potions Master; and Barty Crouch(Jr.)-Riddle, who despite choosing to stay at home to raise all eight of Minister Riddle's children was no slouch in the power department either.

Dumbledore mused that they would need to have Harry come in some time before school started in order to do a second ritual in order to see just how many bondmates the boy would need. Unfortunately they weren't set up to do so at the moment, since they weren't expecting to find an Alpha today, but they could be within a day or so. He wondered how many mates Harry would need. Two like himself, or three like Tom? He couldn't possibly need more, could he?
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