Here it is! The first of the three stories that were previously on my Archive of Our Own Profile! The site's not bad, I just don't feel the need to post anything new if I keep my stories there – that and I got sick of having to post the new chapter for Keyblade's Light twice on two different sites, so yeah.
This story has a few things – just to warn people: MULTI-PAIRING! MOLLY BASHING – but with good reason and with a constructive manner in later chapters! MORE THAN ONE PROPHESY, MORE THAN ONE HERO! And a few other things but for that you will have to just go and read the story.
Okay enjoy

Venquine Mates

I – Revelations

The 14th of August 1995 was marked as a weird day by Ronald Weasley, red hair, quite tall for his age and with blue eyes that looked at his breakfast food in worry instead of the usual feisty appetite and joy that marked the boy's face if he even so much as saw a single cup of orange juice. This look of worry was not missed by anyone.
The others in the room were all looking at him, all of them waiting for Ron to go and eat, or as they called it dive into his food and not bother anything until he had taken hundreds of bites at once. Sirius Black, a haunted looking man with long matted black hair and sharp grey blue eyes, was the first to speak up and asks:

"Anything the matter, Ron. The only thing you eat quicker than your mum's food is a Hogwarts feast and you haven't even touched your chocolate croissants with a single finger yet." The mother in question huffs, like she always does when she hears the man speak about something concerning her, but Ron pays no attention to either of them.
Instead he says: "Harry won't wake up." The twins sitting on either side of him shrug and the left one says: "So let the kid rest. It's only been a day since his hearing, remember?" Ron nods and says: "I know, but – I've been awake for an hour now and tried everything to wake him for the last ten minutes. He just won't wake."
Now the twins share a worried glance over their brother's low-hanging head along with everyone else doing the same and a young red-haired girl who is obviously Ronald's sister asks: "Did you really try everything?" Ron nods and says: "I really did. I shook him, shook parts of his bed, screamed in his ear and even threw cold water in his face.
Nothing worked. He's still sleeping." Now everyone looks worried and Sirius says: "Well, I know two more things we can try to wake him and then we best get Albus and Poppy here. Remus, come with me." The man on his right, who has brown hair marred with grey streaks and strong brown eyes, nods and the two leave.

Upstairs, past a strange pair of curtains, the two men enter a dark and dingy room with clean beds and a slightly cleaned cabinet and bed table. On one the beds lies a young boy, the same age as Ron and with wild hair that can, now that it's bed-rested, be described as a bird's nest. The boy has his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open as he breaths evenly.
Sirius puts his finger on his lips to indicate Remus should be quiet and then motions for himself before holding up his index finger, as a sign he will go first. His friend, Remus, nods and before the brown-haired man's eyes the black-haired man changes into a dog with wild black fur and a long snout, who has clear grey eyes.

The dog jumps onto the bed holding the sleeping boy and barks loudly, licking the boy's face and jumping up and down in wild attempts to wake the child. But not even a grunt or a single move to sleepily push the dog off comes from the boy and the dog stops, while the brown-haired man looks at the child astonished.
The dog jumps back off the bed, pads over to the man, transforms back into Sirius and points his index finger first at his friend and then out to the sky barely visible through the dusty windows. This seems to make sense to the brown haired man and he too walks over to the boy, while Sirius crosses his fingers behind his back.

The brown-haired man, Remus, looks at the boy he considers his own son and first softly runs a couple of fingers over the boy's cheek, before patting it, in the clear hope of gently waking him, but to no such luck. The man sighs and tries again, shaking Harry's shoulder, but this doesn't work anymore than the patting.
Remus sighs again and then crouches down to Harry's face, leaning close to his ear and taking a deep breath before the howl of a wild animal, a wolf calling out to the moon, comes from his throat and he keeps the howl on as long as he can, but even sitting that close to the boy and making that much noise does not seem to wake him.

Sirius and Remus now share a desperate look and they head back downstairs, Sirius sighing in relief when they pass the curtains that are still closed and enter the kitchen area in the basement, this time finding their fellow house guests, a few people who regularly come over and two new people sitting at the dining table.
All of the others look at them and Sirius sighs and says: "Well, he's asleep, alright. I changed into my dog-form, licked him, barked, jumped on his bed and Remus here even howled right in his ear and still nothing. He doesn't move a muscle. As if someone induced him with a Draught of Living Death or something like that."

This makes everyone in the room look very worried and the old man with long white hair and beard sighs as he says: "Come along, Poppy. Let's hope you can find out what ails Mr. Potter into such a thick sleep." To which Sirius says: "I just hope he didn't catch anything while trying to clean this rotten place up."
To this a little plump woman with red hair huffs and says: "Of course not, Sirius. If he did, we'd all be sleeping now. Either that or one of my kids would have fallen ill long before now. We after all started cleaning long before Harry arrived, so we would have fallen ill long before he did." But the man glares at her and says:
"No, you wouldn't. You allowed Harry to clean room 17 on the first floor yesterday, remember. And that while I specifically, when you started this clean, told you not to do any cleaning alone." The woman takes a step back at this and stutters: "You – you didn't – you didn't say any –." But Sirius spats back at her:
"On the 11th of July, three days after your arrival, I Sirius Orion Black stated the upcoming. Cleaning this house is like taming a dragon. Work together or don't even try. It was clear warning not to clean any room by yourself, so why you let my godson do that, I still don't understand. Or did you already forget my tirade of last night?"

The woman now sits down, obviously defeated and Remus lies a hand on his friend's shoulder as he says: "Enough, Sirius. Let's go upstairs. Poppy is already examining Harry." Sirius nods, shooting an angry glare at the red-haired woman and he runs back out of the basement, slips silently past the curtains and runs into his godson's room.
There the old man and a strict nurse are casting all kinds of spells over the child and Sirius asks: "Any results?" The woman huffs at him and he mutters: "What's it with women and huffing at my questions?" But then Dumbledore stops and motions for the woman to do the same with his hand. She stops and he turns to the two men.

"I'm afraid the situation is quite grave, Sirius, Remus. Harry seems to have inherited his ancestor's Venquine Blood and the Ritual Voldemort used to get back to the power seems to have activated this. The event that startled the activation of the Venquine Blood was the magic coming from many Pureblood family members."
And Remus says: "His Hearing in front of the Wizengamot." Dumbledore nods and Sirius says: "So Harry will stay asleep until a signal has been send out to his mates to come for him?" But Dumbledore shakes his head and says: "I'm afraid it's much worse than that. Harry just proved a theory I've long held possible to be true."

The two men and the nurse look confused and the man says: "Over the last 115 years of my life have I seen many races live amongst our wizarding race and this has made me believe that, if our world can be this vast in popularity and differences of kinds, our planet is surely not the only one in the entire universe with life on it."
His colleagues look shocked at this and as he looks through the window, standing in front of it with his hands on his back he says: "I have done much research into this and discovered that the Muggles have done the same. They've already concluded that, because of the low amount of oxygen, there are no other planets in this Solar System with life on it.

But that only concerns this Solar System and thus only the sun, the moon, our planet Earth and the other 8 planets we have moving around our home planets. It says nothing of the worlds outside that group and I have reason to believe that, outside our solar system, there are still planets with life on them. And that may be our only hope."
Instantly Sirius and Remus look desperately hopeful and Remus asks: "Why do you say that?" And the man sighs: "Because Harry's signal reaches out of the planet's atmosphere, thus to mates far outside of our Solar System. They might never receive the signal and if they do, I fear that they might not have the means to come here to us.
There is, fortunately enough, still a small chance of hope. The Board of Governors has always had a secret member and I was present at Hogwarts when the Secret Member was appointed. No one, but the Headmaster of Hogwarts knows who he is and if he is not from the same universe as to where Harry's mates are, he may never wake."
All three look shocked and Sirius shouts: "THEN WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR? GET THAT SECRET MEMBER AND GET ME MY GODSON'S BLOODY MATES!" The woman wants to scold the man and Remus tries to calm his friend down, but Dumbledore simply nods and leaves.