Hello, all. Here's the start of my second story here on FFN. A few warnings before I start. This story will contain m/m, mpreg, Bad!Dumbles, Good!Lucius, Good!Snape, Good!Draco, Adopted!Harry, False!Horcruxes, and other things.

Please be aware that the pronunciation of "Mikael" is identical to "Michael." Consider that some families want to change a spelling to be a bit different. Such is the case here.

This will have soul-mate elements as well as minor alpha/beta elements. I want Harry/Hadrian to be an Alpha, but I am as yet undecided as to who Harry/Hadrian's beta/omega mate should be. Who do you think it should be? I have created a poll to find out. Check my profile for the poll.

31 July, 1980, Drake Manor, South East of Easky, County Sligo, Ireland, British Isles, Nursery

The house of Drake was full of joy. A baby's strong cry wailed up, filling the large house with the sound, joy filling his parents' hearts with unspeakable joy. Mikael Evin Drake smiled down at his husband, Arius Aquila Malfoy-Drake, who stared adoringly at their new child. Arius, who was the elder brother of Lucius Malfoy, was simply amazed at the raven-haired little child in his arms. He looked a lot like his father, in that Mikael had the same messy hair that his distant cousin James Potter had. And now, this child had it as well. Arius looked up at his husband and smiled, "The Potter and Drake hair curse has been passed on."

Mikael grinned and nodded, and said, "Shall I name him, or do you wish to name him, love?"

Arius nodded, and replied, "His name is Hadrian Mikael Drake. As long as he has your first name and surname, I am happy."

Mikael smiled widely with a tear in his eye. "Hello, Hadrian Mikael Drake, my son." He gently picked the child up, and cradled him closely. "Your uncle Lucius will be envious of those silver eyes that come from your daddy's family, you beautiful boy."

"Oh, will I?" A humour-filled voice spoke out. The man in question walked out. "So, this is the expected cousin to my own son, Draco. Who is this handsome young man, Dear Brother?"

Arius grinned and formally introduced them. "Heir-lord Malfoy, this is Hadrian Mikael Drake, Heir to the Drake Line, and my son. And, your godson, if you would be willing."

Lucius grinned. "Not only am I willing, I am honored. I will be happy to be that person for him."

Mikael looked up at Lucius with soft thanks in his eyes. "You have no idea how happy that makes us, Luc."

"Probably as happy as it made me when you two decided you'd be Draco's godparents. Severus was willing, but unable due to the constraints of his Hogwarts contract."

"Yes, I understand Dumbledore has him rather busy."

"You, my dear brother-in-law, have a gift for understatement. I have never seen Sev so overworked. I frankly fear for the man." Lucius shook his head in exasperation. "Anyway, I did not come here to grouse about my best friend, but to welcome my new nephew into the world. Thank you two for letting me into his life."

Arius smiled, and said, "You are my brother. What else could I do?"

31 October, 1980

Arius had just put Hadrian to bed, and had gone to bed himself, and was now lying beside his husband. They both had just fallen to sleep, when the flaring of the house wards had both of them attempting to get out of the bed to go check on their child. But some sort of magic they could not overcome had them fastened to their beds. When they were finally able to rise after the magic subsided, they lept up from the bed, and raced to their son's room. When they got there, they found the bed empty of life. Not even a sign that there had ever been a child there. All they saw was a note that was typed. It read, "Do not even attempt to find him. He is dead to you. You try, you die."

30 July, 1992, 3:00AM 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, UK, the Littlest Bedroom

Harry Potter lay curled on his bed, unable to sleep. Nothing he could have done would have taken away the pain of the abuse that Vernon Dursley had put him in. Not being able to do magic, especially after his first year at Hogwarts. His body aching, he decided to sit up, and try to think for a while.

As he sat there, a letter popped into existence, bearing his name in loopy, feminine handwriting. He took the letter, unfolded it and began to read.

Dear Harry.

I write this with a heavy heart, knowing the truth of what we have been forced to do, and what I must tell you. It hurts my heart that you've been lied to your whole life, but we were forced into a situation we could not do anything about.

The first thing I must tell you is this: DO NOT TRUST DUMBLEDORE! Under ANY circumstance. It was HE that took you from your birth parents, and placed you in our care. It was HE that named you, and persuaded the ministry that you were my child, despite the fact that it was well known that neither James nor myself were able to have children.

Dumbledore has no doubt put you into the supposed care of my sister, Petunia, and as such, you have been treated most badly. You should never have been placed with her.

Now, your true parents are likely still alive. It would be nearly impossible for Dumbedore to do anything to actually hurt them.

I have timed this letter to appear to you the day before your twelfth birthday. Keep this letter to yourself. I have also charmed this letter to be a portkey, which will take you directly to your parents' house. They are simultaneously receiving a letter with similar information.

I am sorry I could not have done this sooner, but I knew when the glamour I had placed upon you would wear off, and I did not want to further incur the wrath of Dumbledore. As it is, you already know we are dead, and it's his doing. There is no such thing as the Dark Lord. In fact, Dumbledore is manipulating the magical community with lies about we Potters, your family, and the Riddle family.

Despite the fact that we are NOT your parents, James and I love you, Harry. Let your true parents take care of you, and have them take you to Gringotts, to prove my words.

The portkey will activate with the word "Familia".

May you be loved,

Lily Potter.

Harry stared at the letter, and let his mind focus on the words. He looked at Hedwig, who was in her cage looking at him through attentive eyes. "Did you know my parents are still alive, girl?" Hedwig turned her head, then hooted what sounded like a negative answer. He shook his head, and said, "Neither did I. Care to go on an adventure with me, girl?" She hooted again, this time excitedly. He grabbed her cage, and with his wand in his pants, he put the cage in his chest, then clutched the letter, and spoke firmly, "Familia".

He felt himself drawn as if through a straw, and suddenly spewed out into the sitting room of a house he did not recognize. Then, everything went black as he fainted.