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Chapter One – Department of Mysteries Aftereffects

Harry was more than a little overwhelmed with what had happened just hours before. Though he currently sat in a chamber with a full court, which reminded him of the summer before when he was on trial for the use of underage magic in sight of his Muggle Cousin. Dumbledore was in the middle of everything even though he hadn’t been present for the majority of the battle. He appeared only after Harry had defeated Voldemort once and for all and claimed the spotlight or rather took hold of the reins. It wasn’t that Harry was upset, as he would rather sit back a bit and not be stared at by everyone.

He still wondered how he had managed it and what the heck the snake man had meant by his last words, “Damn that Fairy.”

He had received that false vision and met the Death Eaters instead of his godfather in the Hall of prophecy. The battle stared and Sirius showed up with the Order to help defend him, which made Harry realize that Severus had contacted the Order. Maybe the man really was on their side. Everything was getting hairy in the atrium of the Ministry as Harry attempted to fight a man old enough to be his grandfather. The wizard had him pined and tried to possess him, but when Harry fought back with love something warm filled him inside and out. He wasn’t really sure what happened, but it was like the protection his mother had given him had returned. The monster of a man screamed and moved away before sending his snake Nagini after him. He didn’t understand where Severus had come from, but the next thing he saw was the snake engulfed in cursed fire and the self-appointed dark lord turn to dust much like the Defense teacher had at the end of his first year.

Everything else seemed to slow down and Dumbledore showed up taking everything in hand. He was having trouble focusing on anything until he heard Dumbledore arguing with Sirius about him, “He will go back to his family because he still needs the protection their home will offer. I understand that you’ve been cleared now that Peter has been found, but I cannot allow that protection to fall.”

Harry shivered. Something in the Headmaster’s voice didn’t sit right with him. He had tried to tell the man how his relatives treated him but the Headmaster would always brush him off and now he was fighting with his godfather. Harry just sighed realizing that he would still have to stay at that house. How could there be anything there protecting him? Wouldn’t years of abuse degrade the blood wards that were supposedly created by the ultimate sacrifice in the name of love?

In the end it didn’t matter what Harry thought, as he ended up back on Private Drive. Upon his arrival, his magical trunk was confiscated and locked under the stairs where he once slept. He once again wouldn’t have the time to finish his summer work. He was expected to be up at dawn to start his outside chores. He took a break around eight to make breakfast for the oversized slobs, and if he was lucky he was allowed a couple pieces of toast before going back outside to tend the lawn and gardens some more. When his chores were finished, he was expected to pass the rest of his day in the bleak junk room his relatives moved him to after receiving his first Hogwarts letter.

It was during these quiet moments when he focused inward that he remembered how close he was to losing his godfather. He had fallen for that trap because he hadn’t learned Occlumency. He was determined to find a way to erect the walls that would protect him from invasion in the future. Sure one enemy was gone, but part of him wondered if one still remained. Perhaps that enemy was far worse than Voldemort and his followers. He managed to erect walls of fire, ice, earth, and wind for which he hid his deepest memories, feelings, and thoughts. He had no way of knowing if the barriers he created were enough to keep a skilled Legilimens like Severus Snape out of his mind, but he continued to construct them through careful meditation. He couldn’t downplay his hope that they would work.

Most of his summer passed with the same daily routine except for the occasional letter from one of his friends or his godfather. He didn’t have the heart to tell that wonderful man how horrible his life with his relatives really was. The man was just recently cleared of all charges and Harry didn’t want Sirius to end back up in Azkaban for harming his Muggle relatives.

It was a week before his birthday when he started to notice a shift in his consciousness. He found himself thinking things and knowing things that just didn’t mesh with his own cognitive capabilities. It was during one of his bouts of strenuous weeding during the heat of the day when the subconscious voice first seemed to take form. Why do you allow them to push you around? Why do you act so submissive when you are the embodiment of the exact opposite? The voice had a gravely edge to it that just didn’t fit with any voice he had ever heard, but at the same time there was an unwarranted familiarity to it.

The young wizard couldn’t help but mumble back in response, “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my head?”

Youngling you are the precipice of the beginning of the rest of your life. This week will be an interesting one for you that is for sure. I cannot divulge my true existence until after everything become much clearer, but know this. I am your connection to a vast and ancient knowledge lost to the Wizarding World well over millennia ago. You are the first of your kind in just as long, but have no fear, as you will not be the last.

Harry couldn’t help but shake off the voice as it disappeared from his mind. It surely belonged to that of a male but with it no longer plaguing him; he was able to concentrate once again on his current task. It was later that night when he slipped into an exhaustion induced sleep that things started to get weird. He was busy brewing several potions at once. Part of him knew that he needed to finish the required medicinal potions before the start of the next school year. It was the only thing keeping his mind from wandering back to the many horrible things he had seen in his life. He quickly shuttered his mind against the powerful bombardment of those memories, but he couldn’t stop a handful from managing to slip within. His chest started to constrict and a sob tore through his lungs, but he couldn’t allow his full control to slip until he was done. He had responsibilities to finish before he could start his next great adventure far beyond the pain and hopelessness of his current reality. Harry felt something forming within himself, but woke up in a cold sweat before he could determine what he had just witnessed or what it might mean.

He rolled over to his side and slipped back into a deep sleep. This time he was busy chasing his tail. Thinking was so much easier in this state. He didn’t have to worry about the complexities of the human mind because he was too easily distracted by the scents of his surroundings. He always felt better in this form ever since he took it to escape the memories pushed upon him by those foul creatures. He was never good at occluding his mind. It didn’t matter how many times his horrible mother tried to cram it down his throat. He just couldn’t concentrate on anything she wanted because of the way she looked at him. It was as if she saw something he had that his father was lacking. He managed to catch her looking at him with unbridled lust. What kind of mother would look at her adolescent son that way? Harry felt himself transform back into his human form with a heavy heart. He heard a voice not belonging to him mutter, “Well damn, not even that form can keep those horrible thoughts from my head. I guess it’s time to raid the fire whisky. The burn will surely cement my living status.”

Harry sat up with a gasp trying to figure out what the hell was going on in his mind. He vaguely recognized that second person. Something pulled at his heart, and he was filled with a longing he never felt before in his life. Why was he dreaming of these different people? Had he developed multiple personalities? Was this summer bad enough for him to crack? Sure he murdered a man, but it wasn’t like he bloody well did it on purpose. He rubbed his eyes forcefully before lying on his stomach and hoping the next dream wouldn’t be so weird.

He stared up at the night sky in both reverence and disgust. The moon seemed so much larger than any other night. He was thankful for the potion that allowed him to keep his mind within the beast he’d become. However, running all night and giving into the baser instincts that made him a monster seemed even more unbearable when he kept his mental faculties. He knew deep down that he would never be accepted by others. He was too much of a wizard to be accepted by his bestial brothers and too much of a monster to be accepted by wizarding society. He whimpered as he felt the pull and need for a mate, but he wasn’t lucky enough to be able to choose. Only fate would decide who that one person for him would be and there was no telling if he would ever meet him or her. Perhaps he needed to spend more time with others like him. The overwhelming loneliness brought Harry back into reality.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and groaned, “What the hell is happening? I just want to bloody sleep. Do you think you could just leave me alone?”

He flopped onto his back in the hope that restful sleep would take him away. His desires were not met as he was too busy trying to restrain the Hungarian Horntail he had faced off during the Triwizard Tournament. She apparently was nesting again and very protective her clutch. He was only trying to feed her when she decided to turn on him. He was thankful for his scales at a time like this; however, he wasn’t expecting the arrival of Reggie Gamp. He didn’t want to share his creature form with anyone and part of him didn’t trust the man before him. The wizard who had long black hair pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, which seemed to scream pureblood snob than dragon tamer. He was strongly built like anyone else working on a Dragon Preserve, but his blue eyes shown with an otherworldly power that made him question if the man before him had a creature inheritance, as well. The other man gave a roguish smile before pulling out his wand and aiming it at the dragon, “She’s always been a major bitch when she’s nesting. I still can’t believe the British Ministry talked you into including her for that tournament task. I heard it was a fourteen year old who ended up going against her. I’m surprised the little runt managed to survive. I know I wouldn’t’ve at his age.”

Harry gasped once more and rubbed his temples before groaning. If the strange dreams didn’t stop soon, he would be barely functioning during his chores the next morning, which unfortunately or fortunately was the day before his birthday. He quickly took a drink from the glass of water on his nightstand before attempting sleep for the final time that night. He slipped into a blissful sleep. He was surrounded by water and the world was peaceful and calm. He’d been within these waters for so long. Nothing seemed to matter but his daily activity. He couldn’t remember the last time he took on human form. He didn’t see a reason behind doing it since the woman he loved died at a young age from dragon pox. She had the perfect almond shaped green eyes and a voice of a siren. She drew him to her like she would sailors to their deaths. He knew from the moment he first heard her sing that she was the one and only for him. Her honey colored blond hair spoke of her natural beauty as it blended in with her golden skin. She was the epitome of perfection and she was no more. He didn’t even have the opportunity to tell her how he felt. In his sorrow, he went back into his true form that he’d evolved from decades before. He vowed never to return to the castle before him. He was safe in his water form, as no one would ever touch his heart again. He once again found himself near those windows, which always seemed to call to him. It was summer though and no one was behind them to stare at him. He was so lonely, but protecting himself from further grief was more important than the unimaginable loneliness.

Harry awoke one final time and sighed climbing out of bed. There was no point as the sun was starting to rise. He would have to get up and face the day after all, but he smiled at the thought that his birthday would arrive at midnight that night. It marked the beginning of the end of his summer. He would soon be away from the horrible place he currently found himself. He could look forward to leaving them behind as he spent time with people he loved and those who cared for him in return.

Severus wiped the sweat from his forehead. He hadn’t felt the same since he killed his first master’s snake, and still found himself tied to his second master. What the hell was Dumbledore still expecting from him? Why did it seem that there was something just as sinister with that man as there had been with Voldemort? What he really could do without were the dreams, those terrifying nightmares that were on the borderline of night terrors. Why did he have to have so many horrible memories? Why was he tormented by his past, present, as well as his future? Was he bound to spend the rest of his life teaching snot nosed brats how to brew a burn salve? He sighed as he stood to make his way to his liquor cabinet. He knew that he shouldn’t be relying on alcohol as heavily as he was after the Ministry debacle. Why couldn’t the Potter brat trust him? If he had bloody well trusted him, then no one would’ve been there and there wouldn’t have needed to be such a confrontation.

He brought the bottle of fire whiskey to the bed with him. The only way he was getting a good night sleep was after he drunk himself into a total stupor. The loneliness was the worst part of being in his childhood home. It somehow seemed to be a close tie with the memories plaguing his mind. It had been years since he lived there with his father after his mother’s death, but some wounds never heal. No one wanted an ugly, hook nosed, greasy bat of the dungeon like him. He pretended that he never heard what his students said about him behind his back, but he heard it all. It didn’t matter that he was a real person because he would always be whatever caricature his students thought up.

It was nights like that one when it took two bottles of whiskey to finally warrant a good night’s sleep that he wanted nothing more than to end his pathetic existence. Sadly, his life was not his own. When he told Dumbledore that he would do anything to ensure his best friend Lily’s life, he didn’t expect the man to tie him to him. His oath was all encompassing and prevented him from even taking his own life. His will belonged to that old man, and the bastard was holding him to his oaths after the deed was done. Hadn’t he done everything to protect the Potter Brat and now he was expected to continue doing Dumbledore’s bidding. He was to remain a lonely slave of one master since he had successfully helped with the dispatching of the other. Sure there was one loop hole, one way he could get out from under the old man’s burdens, but it was as unlikely as Potter successfully brewing Liquid Luck. It just wasn’t going to happen.

He held back the traitorous tears that threatened to slip through at the thought of Lily. She was his best friend and only friend for the longest time. She was the only person he let close enough to fall in love with and even she couldn’t love him. She couldn’t see past his haggard appearance and chose the arrogant James Potter over him. Who was he kidding anyway? He could never compete with the spoiled only child of a wealthy pureblood family. James was everything Severus was not. He was attractive, sociable, and popular. Severus never understood how to communicate properly or the importance of proper hygiene until it was too late. He never had caring parents who would make sure he was presentable. He never had that well cared for look that those two had on the train. He was unwanted, washed up, and used. No one would ever want him. No one would ever love him. It was hopeless and fruitless to dream about something that would never happen.

Harry lay in his bed on the night before his 16^th birthday at number 4 Private Drive. His hope of never returning was quickly dashed by the meddling of a twinkling eyed old man. The all mighty Dumbledore had argued with his godfather that it the best place to hide Harry from the masses who possibly wanted to hurt him. Many Death Eaters were still on the loose after all. Too bad Dumbledore never listened to him when he tried to describe his life with the Dursleys. He was nursing several wounds at that moment from an overly angered Vernon. Then again Dudley still loved to get him in trouble. He could only swear that his cousin did it knowing it was the day before his birthday. Harry never remembered a birthday he experienced without the lasting effect of a beating still paining him.

He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose wishing the pain would just go away. He knew his magic was generally responsible for healing him faster than usual. He felt his body enveloped in a warm light and sighed as all the aches and pains washed away from his body. He fell asleep and missed his birthday owls as the relief came right as the hour struck midnight.

Harry smiled as he awoke the next morning and almost yelled when he was face to face with the large tennis ball sized eyes of Dobby the house elf. He cleared the sleep from his eyes and mumbled, “What are you doing here Dobby?”

“You called me Master Harry. Do you accept the binding magic that will make me your house elf?” The little elf with stacked hats questioned.

Harry smiled down at the little creature, “Of course Dobby. I would love to have you as my personal House Elf.” He was about to ask the elf to take his items to Grimmauld Place when he looked around and realized he was in the middle of a field somewhere. “How the hell did I get here?” He then looked down and blushed, “What am I doing starkers in the middle of a luckily unoccupied field?”

Dobby shook his head, “I don’t know, Harry Potter, sir.”

Harry wiped his eyes and sighed, “Well, I guess I should ask you to pop me back to my bedroom first so I may get dressed. I then want you to pack up all of my items into my trunk and shrink it so it will fit in my pocket.”

The elf just snapped his fingers and Harry found himself fully dressed still in the field and a shrunk trunk sitting before him, “There’s no need for me to leave to perform such tasks. I am bound to you now, Harry Potter, sir.”

The young wizard just nodded before having an overwhelming feeling to go straight to where that dark eyed potion master from his previous night’s dreams came to mind. “Please take me to Severus Snape and then look into the Potter Properties. I don’t know why but I don’t trust Dumbledore. Please contact me if you find a property that will fit my needs.”

The little elf nodded, “Yes, your mate needs you.” The elf grabbed his hand and popped him into drab looking room surrounded by books.

“Thank you, Dobby. Do not forget to follow my other orders. I expect you to inform me soon or I will call you if I need you. Do you think you could talk Winky into joining you as one of my bonded elves? I think Kreacher needs a mate, and I think she will do for him. Perhaps we can talk him into leaving that dreadful house.”

The little elf bowed, “Thank you gracious Master Harry. I shall do as you request.” He then popped out of the room.

Harry wasn’t sure why he felt such a need see Snape but then he remembered Dobby referring to him as his mate. What in the bloody hell was going on? He sighed and ran his hand through his hair before he felt a warm pulse in his magic and he soon was close to the ground. He never studied Animagus transformations, but he swore that was what he just did. He slithered behind some books to where stairs were hidden and quickly made his way up there. He felt vibrations of magic, which directed him in the correct manor towards his quest. He found a dilapidated room littered in fire whiskey bottles and his mate lying in an unconscious heap upon the bed. He slithered up the bed and across the wizard’s chest before he stared at his face. He never remembered seeing his potions professor looking so defeated and couldn’t help but wonder what caused such a binge.

The wizard’s eyes opened to show the bottomless pools of inky blackness. He let out a groan, “Nagini, you’re finally here to tie up your master’s loose ends. Go ahead and bite me you snake. I have no desire or a reason to continue on with this façade of a life. I never should’ve made it through the first war. I forfeited my life the moment I allowed that monster to kill my childhood friend.” Tears started to form in his eyes, “I’m so sorry I failed you Lily. I’m sorry I was selfish enough to consider sacrificing the life of your husband and son just to ensure your survival.”

Harry couldn’t take much more of the broken man’s confession. He would ask him later about his relationship with his mother. He knew about some of the relationship he had with James, but Lily seemed an undiscovered gift. He coiled around his hysteric mate before reaching his left neck. He bit down and released his venom knowing it wouldn’t harm his mate but attack the potion residue that suppressed his rare gift. His metamorphic abilities had been locked away by a potion given to him as a baby. Harry could only assume it was done to protect him from the wrath of Tobias Snape by Eileen Prince, who did love her son, but had too much to deal with to fully protect him. Part of him wondered once more where the strange thought came from before remembering that voice that he’d heard earlier during the week. Did he really have access to knowledge he had no basis for knowing?

Harry slithered down the bed where he changed back into his true form. He watched as Severus grasped the blankets below his hands in pain. Sweat beads formed on his forehead as he gasped out, “Thank you Nagini. Thank you for finally doing what I was unable to accomplish all these years because of that bloody oath to Dumbledore. I should’ve died the night I found her lying there motionless in that blown apart room, but I couldn’t because my master needed me to live to protect her son.”

Harry quickly relieved himself of his clothing before climbing back up on the bed, “Don’t worry love. I will make everything alright.”

“Now I know I’m hallucinating from the poison. No one has ever called me that. No one would ever love an ugly thing like me. Even my own parents couldn’t look at me without flinching. Oh blessed death, please end my suffering.” His eyes were shut tight as he prevented one tear from falling.

The green eyed wizard couldn’t help but shake his head. Surely, the man before him remembered that it was he who had killed that blasted snake. How could Severus forget his own role in helping Harry end the war? He ran his nimble fingers along the tie to the black dressing gown, which was the only barrier between him and his first mate. Wait, first mate. Does that mean I have more? How many more do I have?

His fingers ran along the heavily scarred but milky white chest. They ghosted against the dusty brown nipples before pushing the cloth off the other wizard’s shoulders. He pulled out the man’s arms allowing his fingers to gently probe and caress. He followed the black line of hair down and quickly slipped off the man’s utilitarian black pants. He sighed in comfort when he saw the perfection of his mate’s member, which was standing at attention. “I will show you all the love that’s been lacking from your life, my darling Sev.”

He wrapped his hand around the velvety flesh and moved it up and down. This caused the almost unconscious man’s hips to thrust. He moved his other hand down toward the entrance he would claim as his own. He groaned in excitement when he found the entrance already lubricated. He slipped one finger in as his other hand continued to stimulate the man’s ever hardening manhood. He was soon slipping in a second finger and making a scissoring motion before adding a third and a forth, which caused the wizard beneath him to let out a load whimper.

The messy haired wizard removed his fingers from his lover’s perfect entrance before slamming into him. He stopped moving for a moment for his lover to adjust. He felt his lover relax around him, which hinted at the pain going away. He pulled all the way out before thrusting back in, and out once more. For his first sexual act, Harry managed to keep himself controlled for much longer than he ever thought possible. He brought his mate into bliss before he spilled his seed. He slowly pulled out and climbed next to his still burning up mate. He pulled him into a hug and covered their naked bodies with the blankets.

When he awoke, he found a completely different person staring back at him. His mate’s dark hair faded to delicate silver, his face had predominated high cheek bones, a strong jaw, and a perfectly straight nose. His lips were a pouty fullness that they never had before, which made him want to kiss his mate even more. His mate was absolutely and perfectly handsome. The only thing that remained the same was his hauntingly cold black eyes. He ran his fingers through his lover’s hair and down his cheek, “Severus love; my darling mate. I’m not finished with you yet, I want you on your hands and knees darling. I want you panting, moaning and begging me for completion. I’m afraid you were a bit out of it during the claiming, so I must make up for it.”

Severus slowly turned over and climbed up on his shaky limbs. His eyes were clamped close and he bit his lip as he prepared for the pain. Harry saw all of this from the mirror that hung above the headboard. He quickly prepared his mate before swiftly entering him. He pressed his chest to his lover’s back as he reached down to take his lover’s staff into his hand. “I will never hurt you love. I want you to look at yourself in the mirror. I want you to see the handsome man I have trembling underneath me. I want you to see your true face. The one you will pass on to our child.”

Harry watched as those dark eyes connected with the mirror. He felt his lover’s entire body shake with unsuppressed sobs, “I would never look like that. I’m ugly and undesirable. Even my parents couldn’t stand the way that I looked.”

The younger wizard kissed his lovers ear before whispering, “You’re a Metamorphmagus. Your mother fed you a potion as a baby that suppressed the ability and your true appearance. This is your true appearance my love, but if you wish to see the familiar face you’ve lived with for so many years, I love that one just as much as this one.” He started moving within his mate once again and enjoyed the warmth and the tightness of his untouched mate. “I’m so happy that I am the first person to touch you. I love that you’ve only ever been mine. Do you like how I make you feel, love?”

“Yes, yes I love the way you make me burn. I love the pleasure you feel me with, but I fear that you’ll just toss me out when you’re finished with me. I never allowed myself a relationship for the fear that they would just leave me in the end.” He let out a sob, “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. You’re James Potter’s son and likely only here to torment me. I know that you’re also Lily’s son, but she couldn’t even love me. She left me and ran off with James.”

Harry pulled out before flipping his mate over on his back. He lifted the man’s legs up and allowed them to rest on his shoulders before he pushed right back in, “I am neither my mother nor my father. You’re my mate Severus Snape; I would never leave you broken because it would break me.” He reached up and wiped away the falling tears before angling just right to hit the other man’s prostrate with every stroke. “Now love, you’re going to come for me like you’ve never come before. I want you to collapse to the bed in pleasure and blissful sleep.”

Harry pulled his knew mate into his arms and fell into a blissful sleep. It didn’t take long before his mind seemed to travel from consciousness to consciousness. Who were these new personalities? Was he developing multiple personalities? Was he going insane from his last encounter with the poisoned dark lord? His thoughts drifted away as he could only feel the feelings of the person he was becoming.

He stood before the mirror staring at his nonexistent manhood. Who would want him when he looked the way he did? His wife surely didn’t want a damn thing to do with him. He knew that she continued to lust after her deceased cousin. What was it with women from that family and their obsession with other relatives? He wished with every beat of his heart that his son would be dominant. He could feel the pressures of the bonds still controlling him long after his father’s death. He never wanted his beautiful son to go through what he did, but he knew in the end he didn’t have enough strength to fight his father’s dominance. If only his true mate would appear. If only he could find the one that would complete him. He shook his head before donning his expensive silver robes and prepared for his day at the ministry. He was lucky that he hadn’t been caught the night his old lord perished.

Harry was somewhere completely different. He was in a manor, which screamed opulence with frescos that screamed of Italy. His mother had always lectured him on the importance of choosing the proper bed mate, as many could not keep up with the sexual needs of a Succubus. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought about how his mother made her fortune. All she had to do was choose the wizards with weak hearts and then screw them to death. It really did work out well for her after her true mate died shortly after his birth. He sometimes wondered whether or not he would ever meet his true mate. Would his fate be similar to his mother’s? Part of him really hoped that there was much more to his life than making a profit at being a widow.

A short haired pixy faced young man sat on a tall branch of a tree. He had two very large wings attached to his back as he seemed very lost in thought. He had seen many years pass and every year seemed to weigh on him more. How many more years would go by leaving him still alone? How much longer would he remain unclaimed? He wanted his mate to find him. He desired above all else the starting of his knew family. He needed something more than the curse he placed on that blasted snake faced man who had tried to pervert a faery made object of wisdom. He looked up into the night’s sky with one prayer on his lips, please find me soon. I need you to fill me in a way that no one else ever could.

Harry awoke for a moment and looked around before finding the lovely face of his mate. He rested his head on the other man’s chest as he slowly slipped back into sleep. He was staring up at the full moon and howling in pain. He had been alone for too long and his body needed a cub. He needed to find his mate again soon. He once had an alpha but he died and nothing has ever been the same since then.

His mind passed and he was busy roaming the old cobble stoned streets of some ancient city in Eastern Europe. Something within him flared as he found a particularly intoxicating muggle. He didn’t need to drink blood all the time but sometimes the desire for a particular taste was overwhelming. He pulled the blonde toward him before biting down on the pulse point and sampling the sweat honey nectar.

He was huddled in the middle of his bed hoping his father wouldn’t join him. There was something not right about that man. His demands always seemed too much and somehow he knew that he would soon end up dead by his father’s hands like his mother before him. He would try everything in his power to survive. At least it appeared that the plan he and his best friend constructed was working. Soon the two would marry and he would have some protection at home. He just hoped it would happen soon.

He lay in a familiar colored room, which screamed Slytherin. The boy lay in bed with his hands down his pants. He knew that his inheritance would come soon and he was expecting to take on the allure of a Veela. He already had the natural beauty that screamed otherworldly. He would soon be surrounded by his own harem of teen witches. He wouldn’t have to worry about pleasuring himself as he will have a long list of witches ready to pleasure him. He couldn’t wait until that day came, but the closer he got the weirder his father acted. Part of him wondered if there was something going on between his parents that he didn’t know about.

Harry rolled back over as the visions of others finally left his mind. He held onto his first mate and felt content. He slipped back into a blissful sleep and didn’t think anything was out of the ordinary until he awoke the next morning. He was again in some vacant field in the middle of nowhere naked as the day he was born. He groaned, “Dobby.”

The tennis ball eyed elf popped before him, “I found Potter Manor. It would be perfect for you and your mate, Harry Potter, sir.”

“Yeah, I think I would like to see it. Please bring me there,” Harry groaned trying to stand.

Dobby pointed over his shoulder, “It is right there. This is the second time you have appeared before it. Do you want me to collect your things and advise your first mate to pack his things?”

Harry shook his head, “No Dobby. I think I’d like you to bring me there and then move my first mate from his bed into the master bedroom at the manor. Then you may bring a few house elves with you to pack up his whole house. Move all of his potion things to the potion lab or create one if the manor doesn’t have one. Move his books to the library and his other personal items to the Master Bedroom. Go ahead and put all of that dreadful furniture either in the attic or the cellar, wherever the old furniture is stored.”

“Yes, Harry Potter, sir.”

A/N: I just wanted you all to know that I’ve been distracted by RL. I am pursuing a career in linguistics and have to jump through loops as I am choosing to do so in an opposite to civilian manner. I have started a rewrite of this fiction thanks to some very helpful reviews. I hope that this rewrite will not seem so rushed and I will give more depth to my original characters. I apologize that it will be a bit while I recap before I reach the moment I was previously.
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