A/N: Hello everyone! ^^ I've gotten some reviews on the first chapter (Very grateful by the way!) and I just wanted to clear something up to all of you who might have problems.

Anonymous pointed out that it says 'mates' and not mate, indicated that there is more than one mate. Indeed there is. This is a threesome fic, but there is no double penetration (Sorry for those who were wishing for it!). Harry will only have two mates, who share him but do not have sex all three of them together. This reviewer also said that too many characters would make the plot confusing, and I totally agree, thus there is only two mates. ^^

Floyd in the Sky said that they were disappointed that Harry had to change his name. But, no one but Harry will know that his name changed and will be referred to Harry for most of the story, with 'Eve' thrown in there (of course he will also have a glamour on). In the end, I think I'll just make it so that Harry has a bad time with his inheritance name and changes it back to Harry, just to please some of my reviewers.

I am sorry that those who do not like what I've done does not have a very good time with this story. But to those who do like it and favorited it, I am very grateful! Ta! -Emery

He's been smiling for hours...-Cade

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Harry, or Eve, was having a bad month. It was the end of August, near the beginning of September, meaning he could go back to school. But for now, he was seriously pissed off. He thought that turning fifteen would make the Dursleys back off a little, but it only made it worse.

Yesterday, just after he put his contacts in and willed his looks away, back to the 'Harry Potter' form, a noisy tapping came from his window. He had hoped that it was Hedwig, who he told to stay at Hogwarts, but it was a dark brown owl.

"Treats are in the cage." He told the owl, pointing to Hedwigs cage where the owl then flown over to and rested while drinking the water and eating the treats that were laid out.

Mr. Potter,

It has come to my attention that you have had your creature inheritance. Like you, your parents also came into their inheritance on their fifteenth birthdays, that was how they met actually! But your parents seemed reluctant to tell me, thus they kept it to themselves. Would you tell me what you have gained?

It would help the order greatly. How is your summer, my boy? Are the Dursleys treating you well like always? I look forward to seeing you soon.

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts

etc.

Harry glared at the letter. 'If my parents didn't tell you, why would I? Stupid meddling old coot...' Harry thought while ripping up the paper and burning it to shreds. Dumbledore was the one who told Harry that staying with the Weasleys was unsafe, that the Dursleys took care og him fine. He told Harry that Harry couldn't get hurt at the Dursleys. Not even a scratch. But here Harry was, with a sprained wrist, belt marks on his back, and a new carving on his chest, a lovely gift from his 'family' for his birthday.

Harry began to see Albus for who he truly was, not the 'Sweet Old Grandfather' mask. Albus Dumbledore was a man of great greed, and he did everything in his way to make sure he got what he wanted. Like killing James and Lily because they didn't tell him what he wanted to know. Harry was seriously considering murdering Dumbledore and not Voldemort.

"BOY!" 'Oh great. Now Jupiter wanted something, again.' Harry thought while rolling his eyes and walking down the stairs, the old oversized fabric rubbing against him and itching him.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon?"

"Tell your freaks to stop sending their junk mail!" The red faced mini planet shouted, throwing the mail into the fire.

"They send it, I don't tell them to. If you want them to stop why not just tell them yourself? I'm not your slave, you mother fucking hepher." Harry snorted. 'Hepher, meaning an extremely bitchy woman. Fits perfectly.' Harry giggled slightly on the inside at his thoughts. 'I manly chuckled! Not giggled!' He shouted to himself.

While Vernon sat in his shock at being called a 'mother fucking hepher' Harry was already in his room again. The owl had left and Harry had nothing to do. He might as well just sleep, he only had a few more more hours until he had to go back to FrogWarts. Harry seriously hated that school, and his so-called 'friends'. You know them right? Ginny, Ron and Hermione, the traitors. Ginny had cheated on him, yet she still followed him around saying she loved him and kept trying to sneak him love potions. Yup, that's soooo love.

Ron was an imbecile, and let it loose that he was actually spying on Harry for Dumbledore. He tried to cover it up after a few minutes though, steering the conversation to Quiddich. It turned out that Ron was only spying on him so that the money Dumbledore was paying him with would help him get up higher into the 'Future Aurors' ranks.

Hermione is the one he didn't expect to betray him. No, thinking back on it, Harry thought she was the one that was most likely to betray him. She was too smart. She was also being payed, but it took him a while to figure out her intentions. She wanted to be the next 'Mrs. Potter' if Ginny didn't work out, that way she would become famous, and have an unlimited supply of books and riches from all the vaults Harry had gained.

Harry would deal with them, and when he did they would never see it coming. Harry started not liking Dumbledore when Harry came across his family tree. It turned out that Tom Marvolo Riddle was his second cousin. Dumbledore knew. Harry didn't understand why though.

Why his friends betrayed him, why Dumbledore lied to him, what Tom's intentions were, why was he so blind to what was happening around him. Everything was so fuzzy, and Harry was starting to think he had a bad choice in friends, seeing as he had vouched for the wrong side.

Many thoughts were going through Harry's mind at that moment. Well, until he opened the bathroom window and his other Form came out. He would let it all go for now, for those were Harrys problems. He was Eve right now, and he would enjoy it.

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A/N: Did you guys like it? I kind of felt bored while typing this. Review or PM me on your thoughts? So like... Penny for your thoughts? Yeah, that was lame.

-Emery