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Summary: Harry learns of a secret that his parents had hidden from him, affecting him in unbelievable ways.
:Prologue:
The summer had gone better than Harry had expected that it would. After thinking of nothing else for the first couple of weeks of summer, he had forgiven himself for the part that he played in Sirius' death. He also realized that it was not entirely his fault. Coming to that conclusion eased most of the guilt that he had been feeling, leaving him with a sense of peace that he had not felt in over a year, since Voldemort's resurrection.
It was now only a few minutes until midnight, when Harry would turn sixteen. He did not expect to get any gifts right away this year, however, since the Order was coming to pick him up from the Dursleys' in the morning. Harry had been extremely happy when he had read the note Remus had sent to let him know. The one thing that Harry was truly thankful for in this whole big mess was that he and Moony had gotten much closer. They had helped one another through their grief, sharing memories of Sirius.
The alarm clock beside Harry's bed turned to midnight. As it did, Harry started to feel a tingle in his arms and legs. Within moments, his whole body was screaming in pain, somewhat like the cruatius curse felt like. This went on for a good fifteen minutes, before Harry could feel it fade away.
Even though the pain faded, Harry's rational thoughts did not return at the same time. His newly awakened instincts had taken over, letting him know that his mate, the only one that could complete him, was alive and of age. He had to get to his mate! Not knowing what he was doing, Harry wished his self to where he felt his mate.
In the back of his mind, Harry registered that he had landed in a cell of some kind, but his main focus was on his mate, who had been pacing back and forth in front of the bars. His mate whirled around when he sensed Harry's presence in the cell with him. They moved toward one another at the same time, coming together almost forcefully.
There was something familiar about his mate, but Harry was too interested in what was happening to truly register it.
Harry kissed and nibbled his way down the side of his mate's neck. When he reached his pulse, there was an almost hypnotic draw to him. There was a slight sting in Harry's mouth as his two incisor teeth lengthened, and he bit in to get to that fascinating pulse. The blood burst into his mouth, and filled his senses.
While he was drinking his fill, his mate had been stripping them both down. Harry released his mate's neck and returned to his mouth. His mate urged him back toward the tiny cot that was his bed in this place. The back of Harry's knees hit the edge, and he collapsed backwards onto the bed, pulling his mate over top of him. They continued making love for the next twenty-four hours until they passed out with exhaustion and slept another twenty-four. They never noticed the guard who came by and saw the Boy-Who-Lived in a cell with Lucius Malfoy.