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AN: This was something that I have had for a while, I hope you like it.
Harry did know how he ended up in this crazy dream, but he really didn't want to wake up. Most people would think that would be strange, after all most people would want to be woken up from crazy dreams. He know this. He also know why he was having this dream. It would be his luck that he didn't have one mate, or even two mates. No, the ordinary was too good for the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Fucking-Die. He had five mates, and all of had magic and didn't know it, and not only that they probably wouldn't believe him if he explained anyways. Not only that, but all of them were together and he couldn't join. Knowing this made the dreams all the more torturous.
By now you would more then likly like to know what this dream is, but that is not where our story starts. It starts when Harry Potter, Savior of the wizarding world, got a muggle job.
The war had ended a month ago, and Harry was going crazy. People just didn't take the hint that he wanted to be alone. They were always trying to get him to try and go out. When he went out, he was swarmed by well wishers and, men and women who offered to marry him. They offered it like they were doing him a favor! He was ready drop them all and leave. He paused, why didn't he just leave? It was not like he had anything holding him here. His friends had been giving him the cold shoulder since he came out as gay. The only family he had was his godson, which he could bring with him. Andromeda was died. He really didn't have anything that was tieing him to the Wizarding World. He decided to leave. He could live in the muggle world, he had a company that he was left by his grandparents. He nodded to himself and went to go pack.
