Chapter 1: Summoning the Patriarchs

Harry James Potter-Black was sitting behind his desk In his study, utterly bored. After graduation he decided to take a year off before pursuing a job while his friends went ahead to become an Auror and a Mediwitch. Everyone pretty much went about their own lives after the war, but something kept eating at Harry. I can't shake it but I feel that something's wrong. He tried to brush it off to paranoia but when Harry was about to turn heel to his kitchen, Ron and Hermoine came through the fireplace and looked upset. Awww shit.

"Harry, mate, something's wrong with Hogwarts."

"What do you mean? What's wrong with the school?"

"You don't feel it Harry? As if, it's weakening."

"No Hermoine, I do but I thought it was due to the paranoia..."

"Harry, everyone of our class has been summoned to the school. Professor McGonnell said it's important." Harry didn't hesitatate. He grabbed what he needed and with his friends, Flooed to the school. The Headmistress' worried face showed her relief as the trio came in.

"Oh thank you for coming so quickly." She said, hugging them all briefly. "I'm sorry but I need everyone in order to explain this." She led them to the Great Hall, where the others of their class were gathered. McGonagall took the stand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please sort yourselves into your former houses. The sooner we get this done, the better." Everyone did as they were told, but they were still worried. "Thank you all. I have grave news, Hogwarts, is indeed weakening." Mummers of panic were flying around but McGonagall gestured for silence. "Therefore, we have no choice but to invoke an ancient tradition. Details of it will be disclosed once we've the proper information. Rooms have been assigned to each and everyone one of you and you will be allowed to bring your children if they are quite young or you will be allowed to spend time with them. I do apologize for this. Thank you." With that, she returned to her office and the trio blinked. That was until Harry doubled over in pain and passed out.

The ceiling of the Hospial Wing was the first thing Harry saw. Ah, this never gets old. He thought wryly. He eased his eyes open and sat up carefully. The Headmistress placed a hand onto his shoulder.

"Easy Potter,"

"What happened?"

"Ms. Granger...er, Ms. Weasley is researching the details. Apparently, you were most affected by Hogwarts' condition. No one else has fainted. Oh lovely, I know where this is going..."It would seem, that you have a part to play in her restoration." I knew it, why me?! Haven't I been through enough shit in my life? Harry was about to retort but Hermoine came in with a really old and heavy tome. Oh crap! This is definately not good! McGonagall smiled. "Well Ms. Weasely..."

"You have every reason to fear Headmistress." Hermoine said. "Hogwarts is weakening. And, I'm sorry Harry, you do have a part to play." Merlin's balls! She showed them the book. "Rowena Ravenclaw's sister Rhea, was a Seer and she foresaw this coming. It was due to massive damage, both magically and physically. To ensure the school's protection, it was decided that five students, one from each of the houses and one chosen would act as "keystones" in restoring the school. Now, here's where it gets tricky: the chosen five had to be exceptionally powerful, magically pure, and of old blood. Four out of the five had to be male. The fifth, could be either gender. Now here's the real kicker..." Oh, here it comes..."Out of the five, only two will wed and be bound, in soul, magic, body and mind and in love. The wedded pair will remain at the school, becoming the Headmaster and Deputy, respectfully." Well, shit! "But on certain situations, there are exceptions." arent there always? "In the case that the Chosen (fifth student) is male, he would be able to conceive and carry. He would fall under the category of "female" being androgynous or effeminate. But in that aspect, he would have to be in equal power to one of the four."

"Hm, there has to be more...so far, it sounds hopeless."

"The Founders gathered every student they had and tested them. The four that excelled were set aside. The fifth was also tested but in a different manner. The four males, given the titles of Patriarchs were from each House. The Patriarchs had to remain powerful and magically pure. They were tested as such by the Founders and if they passed, they were given a portion of their Founder's own magical power. They weren't direct descendants. They became magical descendants. The Patriarchs had to return to Hogwarts every half century, or a century the latest to the school and remain for at least an entire year. Within the year, the Patriarchs would "test" each and every student of the last graduating class and the one whose excelled in every aspect and won the heart and affections of a Patriarch, would become the Chosen and would wed the Patriarch they've won the heart and affections of." Oh boy...

"What if a Patriarch died?" Harry dared to ask, his mind swearing.

"Then it would pass to the next of kin or the closest relative." Oh fuck!

"Ms. Weaseley, who are the four Patriarchs and how we will we get them here?"

"They would know when to come. And if they're already married, the previous marriage becomes null and void. They will come here." Before anymore questions could be answered, Hagrid lumbered in.

"Excuse me, Headmistress, but yer goin to want to see this." He led them to the Great Hall where the four House banners were and all but one seemed brighter. Gryffindor's banner had a black ribbon across the crest! Everyone went wide eyed and Hermoine bowed her head.

"The Patriarch for Gryffindor is dead." She said. "And it'll stay that way until the new Patriarch is revealed."

"How will that happen? And how will we know when the others will come?"

"Sparks of their House colors forming the crest. And like I said, it's passed down by blood." She opened the book and flipped to another page with four ancestral family crests. "These, are the crests of the four Patriarchs. For Hufflepuff, it's the Smith Family, their Head, is ZoinusSmith, he's Zachiarchs father. For Ravenclaw, it's the Davis Family, their Head, is Raziel Davis, Rogers father. For Gryffindor...oh my...Its James Potter..."

"What?!" Harry shouted. "Give me that!"

"Potter," McGongall said sternly, calming him down. "Continue, Ms. Weaseley,"

"For Slytherin...Its..."She gulped at that moment. If she says Draco or Lucius I'm puking my fucking guts til I die! "It's..."

"Who?!"

"Abraxas Malfoy, Lucius' own father and Draco's grandfather!" Both women turned as soon as they heard Harry's body hit the floor! They tucked him into bed and sighed.

"Well, that went fairly well."

When everyone heard the explanation of the four Patriarchs, the room burst into uproar, some mixed emotions and some fainting from pure shock. Ron was sick.

"So Harry may have to end up shacked to someone huh?"

"We don't know that for sure Ronald."

"'Moine, open your eyes. There's no one that's more powerful than Harry..."

"Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"I forgot to mention it, but if there is no Chosen...a Patriarch would have both traits!"

'Wait, you're saying...that Harry may end up shacked up with one of them? And how's that, if they have to be equal in power?"

"Age, the more dominant Patriarch would be older."

"Well, good thing Harry likes blokes. He'd run out screaming or destroy the place. But how will Harry take up the role, he's conked out!"

"Well it's better that he is. It's a ritual that's done by the Heads of House. They have to hit Harry with their own magic." Hermoine stood up as each Head of House came in and surrounded Harry's bed. "Gryffindor has to go last. Slytherin's first." She whispered. Professor Slughorn hit Harry with a light spell. The spell went green and settled, a green glow around Harry that pulsed in time with his heart. Professor Sprout went next, also going with a light spell. Her spell went yellow and Harry's body pulsed again, shifting colors. Professor Flitwick went next casting a soothing charm. His spell went blue and like before, Harry's body took it and pulsed three colors, his heart rate picking up speed. Professor McGonagall had the worst job, she had to wake him up! She cast the "wake up" spell and as soon as her spell hit him and settled in with the others, his back arched, hands fisted the sheets, mouth parted in a silent scream and he glowed all four colors! The glow grew brighter as Harry's heart rate picked up and his magic rose. Things began to shake, winds picked up and windows began to crack. As time passed, the glow grew, but so did the destruction.

"Minerva!" Pomfrey shouted. "Wake him up!"

"He is awake!" The Headmistress said. "I'm at a loss,"

"He's not centering!" Hermoine shouted. "He doesn't know how!"

"Harry! Wake up!"

Oh god, this hurts! Harry's mind cried. It hurts so much, how do I make this stop? What's wrong with me?! He was about to panic when he felt a cool, calm and powerful presence appear close to him but in the shadows.

"You're not centered." The voice said, reminding Harry of the ocean, velvet and the mountains. "Calm yourself down. Slow your heart down, stabilize it, there you go. Now, allow the magic to pass through you like sunlight through glass, good." As the voice guided him, it helped him to rebuild his channels, unblock his magic and helped him settle down. Harry felt relief as the pain slowly ebbed away. In its place was warmth. "There you are, you're centered. There will be no more outbursts now or trying to destroy things due to your magic flailing wildly. I'll leave you for the time being, but don't worry, we will meet again. Very soon. For now, sleep for when you wake, things will be forever changed." Harry felt a cool wave from the presence and felt serene.

"But how will I...?" Harry asked but the presence interrupted him and was amused.

"You'll know when the time comes for you to know. Time to rest my beloved phoenix." Harry felt a soft chaste kiss on his lips before he was alone again.

Harry opened his eyes for the second time and saw a lot of concerned but shocked faces. He sat up slowly and his beautiful emerald eyes widened. Holy shit...I did this?

"I...did...this?" Harry asked the stunned group. They nodded but we're still shocked to speak and they were looking at him really weird. He picked up his glasses then tossed them aside when he realized he didn't need them anymore. Well, that's one problem I won't miss. He shook his head, eyes widening when silky, gently curled raven tresses with bits of auburn on the bottom ticked his wrists. He ran his hands through, smiling as he noticed no more messy mop. His hands were more graceful and elegant, although still smaller than most males'. His skin was still sun kissed but the body felt more...lighter although still male. And more...graceful,with a couple of curves... He turned to the group and Hermoine nodded toward the mirror. Harry carefully made his way to the mirror and gasped. His features were more effeminate but still a man's face. His lips were a dusky rose and slightly parted. His rear was supple and was peach shaped and firm. In short, he was a knockout!

"What...happened to me?" He asked. Even his voice was different. It was softer, melodious and like silk. It would send someone into rapture.

"I...believe..." McGonnell began. "We have a new Patriarch." At that moment, in the Great Hall, the black ribbon on Gryffindor's banner vanished and red and gold sparks burst in the sky in form of Gryffindor's crest. One Patriarch down, The Headmistress said. Three to go.

In the Smith house, Zoinus was entertaining guests when the Gryffindor crest graced the sky. He almost spilled his glass of wine in shock and turned heel to pack. He smirked as he prepared to arrange his departure. He had waited for this and now, he would have a chance to kick his annoying wife to the curb. The man was pretty average, with tawny colored hair beady little eyes and was showing the early signs of a gut. I could Glamor myself to look more attractive. I'll make my way to Hogwarts in the morning.

Raziel Davis was finishing up paperwork in his office when the light and sparkles appeared. He dropped what he was doing and packed as he walked through his home. He wasn't bad to the eye, he was tall with blue eyes and greying brown hair but he really loved his wife and really didn't want another. Hope I don't get picked. Have to watch my back.

In Romania, Abraxas Malfoy was checking off things on his list, looking over each dragon. He was truly a sight. Although pushing almost eighty, the blond looked no older than thirty! His white blonde hair was tied in a braid reaching down his back and although he was tall, the man was powerfully built and muscular. His silver eyes were sharp and his features, although handsome, they were hawk like. In short, the man was both beautiful and terrifying. He looked up when he heard the booming noise and saw the crest. Ah, its time. Wait for me, my beloved phoenix, I'm on my way. "Mr. Weasely," He called over his shoulder. Charlie walked up to stand next to the blonde. Abraxas handed over the documents and the keys. "I leave you in charge. It's time."

"Yes Sir," Charlie said with a nod. He knew what his employer was referring to and saw the Sparks as well. Way to go Harry. You'll be in good hands. He watched as his employer prepared to leave, dressed to the nines and with Patriarch robes, which were black with a green and silver sash going diagonally from his left shoulder to right hip. His House crest and School House crest were on the cuffs. He watched as his employer came out, replacing his wand into its holster.

"Sir,"

"Hm?" Abraxas responded, his mind occupied. Charlie knew why and he had the answer.

"Why not go, in style?" He asked with a smirk. Abraxas smirked back. He loved this young man's thinking. He turned to a carriage then whistled. A black, green and silver Hungerian Horntail landed and Abraxas smirked. Why not go in style? While Abraxas double checked everything, Charlie got the carriage ready, which didn't take long.

"Um Sir, will you been sending Salazar back?"

"Rest your mind Mr. Weasely, Salazar will be going with me. I'm the only one who he'll allow to handle him."

"Naturally, you're his 'mother' Sir." Charlie said. Abraxas nodded, for it was true. The elder found the egg in his travels and when Salazar hatched, Abraxas settled in Romania and began the company. Charlie caught wind of it and after graduating school, applied for a position. The elder watched the younger man, observing how the animals responded to the ginger and he hired him that same day. Charlie didn't share his family's prejudice with the Malfoys. He respected Abraxas. The man was stern but he was fair to his animals and staff. Even Salazar took a shine to Charlie but only as a friend. Abraxas bid his staff goodbye and entered the carriage. As soon as all was secured, Charlie nodded to Salazar.

"Salazar off you go." He said. The regal powerful dragon needed no further prompting. With a powerful flap, he took flight into the night.

Hm, my latest. How will it end? There's more to come.