This is the Re-Write of my story "Harry Potter and the Clan Atrum Pennae" because my ex writing partner is disputing the validity of my claim of Authorship. So, fuck him and enjoy!
Full Summary: Over the Summer, Harry's body changes into something more powerful, and deadly. He's become a Scion of the first race, The Creators of the Universe. With Voldemort dead, Harry will face a new foe, one more powerful than anything on earth. Can Harry stop it and save the world again, all the while dealing with being the mate of a Fallen Prince, one of the Deadliest warriors alive?
Draco Malfoy was no fool. He knew something was up with the Golden Boy of Gryffindor, and he was chomping at the bit to figure it out.
He wasn't the only one to see the change in Potter, but he was going to be the one who figured it out.
Gasping for breath, a bloody and singed Lucius Malfoy stumbled through the fireplace and into Severus Snape's rooms, where he collapsed onto the ground, body shaking and unable to continue.
He prayed that his apparating several dozen times had thrown his pursuers off of his trail. Having tried one last time to resurrect Voldemort, he's broken into the Department of Mysteries and Pierced the veil with an instrument long held by his family.
Without this mystical key the veil was simply a gateway to nothingness, but with it, it was a doorway to the Realm of Old Blood. The home of the Gods of Old, creators of the Universe, of Magic itself.
He'd managed to open the door, but before he could step through to plead his case, nearly a dozen stunningly beautiful men had appeared in the room either with a burst of flame, a cloud of mist, or a small localised wind tunnel.
They'd instantly shot spells at him, grabbed at him, and one even bit him. Being an employee of the Ministry he could apparate out so he did, several times to get them off of his tail before apparating to the Leaky Cauldron and flooing to Severus' quarters.
He heaved a great shuddering sob and passed out. The bite mark on his shoulder went from bruised to Black, and started throbbing.
At that same moment Harry Potter could be found locked away in the empty bathroom, glamours gone and new additions in full view.
His horns had grown, stretching just shy of a full foot they were ridged at intervals ending in a wicked point. His skin shown as if he had swallowed a moon, his eyes glowed a luminous green. His teeth had, thankfully, remained the same.
He was thin enough that you could see his ribs, but he was also toned, so that his muscle definition clearly showed through his nearly translucent luminous skin.
The skin around his eyes was Black that bled into red that bled into white, the same for the tips of his fingers. The nails were thick Black claws. His wings, which had a thirteen foot wingspan, were literally the wings of a Dragon.
The scaly appendages twitched as they rearranged themselves into a folded position at his back. Harry's twitching tail caught his attention. He sighed and took a deep breath.
He froze, as a scent reached his nostrils.
A low growl started in his chest, rolled up his throat, and escaped as a roar that cracked the glass in every mirror, and shattered the glass sconce covers. The bathroom was plunged into darkness, but Harry could see as if it was day.
If he could have seen his eyes he would have seen that they had turned all Black.
Albus Dumbledore jerked suddenly as a roar shook the castle. All windows exploded outward and the hall erupted into chaos. Flitwick instantly charmed the glass which became feathers while Dumbledore stood and sent up orange sparks to gain everyone's attention.
"No one move! Everyone must remain in the Great Hall for their own safety!" he turned to his staff. "Minerva, Severus, with me. The rest of you guard the hall." they all nodded, faces grave.
Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore swept from the hall, the doors sealing themselves behind them.
"Albus, what do you think it is?" Minerva asked, looking to Albus for guidance.
"There are very few creatures of Magic powerful enough to over come the enchantments on Hogwarts, three in fact; Archmage/Demi-Gods, the Aos Si, and The Fallen." Dumbledore said in a hushed whisper.
"The Fallen?" Minerva asked.
"The Fallen are beings imbued with the same power that created the universe. It is said that they were once the gods of old, who were overthrown and cast out by the newer gods. The Original Fallen still live to this day, but remain separated from this world.
"Their children, called The Lesser Fallen however, mated with humans, giving their offspring great power. Merlin himself was the great-great-great-great grandson of one of the Lesser Fallen. It is also speculated that the four founder's had Fallen Blood. No one knows for sure, and we must pray that it is not a Lesser Fallen that has invaded our school."
Twelve men, armed to the teeth, knelt before a woman seated on a throne. Her stunning silvery hair cascaded over her shoulders in gentle waves, her bright green eyes were narrowed as one of the men knelt before her spoke.
"We arrived too late to stop him from opening the gate, but we prevented him from going through. We are unaware at this time if anything managed to escape before we resealed the gate." the man said, standing.
"Well done my children, you may retire." she ordered. She watched with emotionless eyes as they filed from the throne room, each seeking their own quarters and wives. "Roherion*, stay."
The man who had spoken to her paused and waited for the other men to leave before he ripped off his helmet and hurled it into the stone wall across the room.
"They swore! They swore to us that it would never be opened!" he roared. Great Black leathery wings burst free from his back, thankfully there was already space for them in his armor or he could have been badly injured. Large Black horns sprouted from his sandy blond hair, angled back and ending in a wicked point nearly two feet long.
"We will summon their Minister and ask him why security was so lax. We will impress upon him the seriousness of what could have happened had even a single Old One entered this world." Queen Ariadne said.
"Thank you mother." Roherion said, bowing.
"You will be joining the family for dinner, yes?" though phrased as a question it was really a thinly veiled order.
"Yes mother." Roherion said. He had done all he could to avoid having a dinner with his family, his brother's and their wives, his sister, and his parents Queen Ariadne and The King Consort Cedric.
"I do not like that fact that you have been avoiding me." she said, eyes clouding over until they were all Black. She slowly rose from the throne, her fitted chainmail gown rasping over the marble floor as she stalked towards him.
"It was not my-" he started.
"Don't lie. You joined the Elite so that you could be away as often as you could. That ends tonight. If you wish to continue you will dine with us." she said, a low hissing quality entering her voice.
"I will be there mother." Roherion said, bowing from the waist.
"Dismissed." the Queen said, leaving the room. Roherion rolled his eyes and retracted his horns, but left his wings free. Picking up his helmet, he left the empty throne room, not looking forwards to dinner in the least.
* Roherion - Ro-hEEr-e-on
It's sorta longer, and I hope I've answered a couple of questions and that I've created even more questions.
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