Wow! Thanks for the reviews guys! Anyway, unfortunately I wasn't thurough enough in my clue. He is in slytherin, he is in the same year as Hadrian BUT he is two years older… you'll get that explanation when Hadrian does.

Warning: the beginig of the chapter torture and gore, [ see link for more details, www . oddee item _ 96596 . aspx] while later on FLUFFYS!

ONWARD!

Harry screamed as a sharp, tearing pain cut through his wing; he looked up with terrified eyes as he saw his aunt swing down at him again with a cleaver, his arms shooting out to grab hold of his wing as he tried to protect himself, but the crazed woman got it again before he could fully draw the jerking wing under him. He sobbed, watching as she rose the butchers knife again, a mad gleam in her eyes as she looked him head on, a sick smile stretching over her thin horse like face.

Just as he thought she would kill him, bring the steel horror through his head or neck, a truly terrifying sound screamed through the air… or should he say a wonderful sound?

A roar of rage rang through the room, and Harry looked up as his vision swam and he saw a massive winged creature bear down on his aunt as the shadows raged in a kaleidoscope of activity, before it ripped her seemingly paralyzed form away from him.

Harry groaned softly, and the last thing he saw before he succumbed to the gentle embrace of the soothing darkness was a pale creature that crouched protectively over him, soft hands gently calming…

~888~

Severus let out a almighty roar, as he stalked forward, shadows dancing in his anger to his every whim and fancy; the filthy woman froze, the shadows that resided – quite literally – in all living beings solidifying around her every bone, every muscle and every nerve as they reacted to his anger, freezing the woman as she had turned around, locking the look of terror on her face as she had sighted him.

He moved swiftly, claws dripping venom as they wrapped around her throat, dragging her away from his son and flinging her next to waking husband. The man bellowed in fright when his paralyzed wife fell uselessly next to him, and tried to move away from him as he stalked forward; but Severus didn't let him. Oh no, not when he could smell the blood of his son all over the man.

Severus's eyes snapped to the woman as he heard her speak, and what he heard made him snarl with fury and loosen his hold on her, even as the shadows dragged her up and pinned her to the wall.

"Please spare me!"

Severus almost laughed as the man tried to crawl away, only to be thrown across the room and pinned next to his wife, left to watch as Severus as he stared at the woman speculatively.

"Hmmm… spare you? Why should I when you would not spare even a thought to my son? No…" Severus murmured as he thought of an effective way to torture the monstrous woman before him; oh he was planning to kill both her and the husband, possibly their child as well, simply to put them through what he felt just thinking about them hurting his son. "I think I'm going to…" Severus said as he smiled a smile that had the couple shuddering with terror. "Educate you on some of the torture methods of the middle ages. Today's torture truly had nothing on that."

He looked at the woman first, and smiled again, sharp teeth and fangs glistening in the shadowed light. "For you, the Coffin Torture: tortured while in a body fitting metal cage while being pecked by praying birds."

As he spoke, the shadows bent to his will and created a cage to fit her snuggly and birds seem to grow from the shadows, all with sharp beaks and hungry eyes, immediately setting themselves upon her. He listened for a moment to her increasing volume, her begging pleas and terrified shouts.

He turned to the man, who was a pasty puce color, babbling words streaming from his lips as he watched him with wide eyes.

"For you, you fat pig, The Rack, designed to dislocate every bone in the body, sometimes even tearing off a limb or two." He said in a musing tone, and a rack formed, the spikes on the bed sinking into the man's blubber and caused the man to shriek as they pierced his skin. At its own accord, the leaver turned, pulling the ropes and pulling the man's limbs to their limits.

Before the first dislocation, a new voice joined them.

"Mum? Dad? What's the freak done this time? Can I join?" A hopeful yet whiny voice asked, and a fat teenager strongly resembling his father stepped into the room. Severus felt his anger rise even more and shadows pulled him before his parents. Severus snarled as the couple started shouting out pleas, and struggling even more against their 'punishments'.

"Yes you may join, and your parent get to watch as I rip you limb from limb." Severus hissed, taking the screaming boys jaw in his hands and sinking the claws in, letting his hands pull apart as the pigs screams grew louder, until the jaw came off completely in his hand, the blood dripping from Severus's claws. He grimaced as the boy kept screaming, ignoring all the noise as he flung the jaw at his mother, before gouging out the boys guts, flinging those at his father.

Severus lost himself after that, tearing at the boy until chunks of him lay all over the room, even Lucius's immaculate wings – which were stretched over his sons protectively – were not spared. Severus turned to the father when he was done, bearing down on the man who was by this time already screaming as his limbs started to tear from his body; Severus simply helped him along.

When both males were thoroughly dead, Severus turned to the screeching and sobbing woman, who was missing large chunks of her skin that the birds were devouring, the flesh seeming to fall through the shadowed birds, never filling them. He looked at her, before nodding to himself. He turned to his wingbrother.

"Lucius, would you mind setting this hovel alight?" he drawled, ignoring the woman's suddenly higher shrieks.

The veela stood, turning solid storm grey eyes on him as his face elongated into a bird like shape. "With pleasure" he snarled as Severus walked past him, delicately picking his son up and scenting out his belongings as fire started dancing over Lucius's bird like claws. He spared not a backward glance as he left the other behind, smirking at the loud screams and the smell of burning flesh.

He waited outside for his wingbrother, watching impassively as the house went up in flames. Lucius soon joined him, and without a word the two apperrated to Malfoy manor.

~888~

Harry woke slowly, feeling something gently tending to his paining wing. His eyes fluttered open as he looked up at what could be described as what muggles portrayed angels as; a pale blonde woman had his wing stretched over her lap, rubbing salve in soothing circles over the completely healed wing, lightening the darker spots to match the rest of the leathery flesh, head bowed and humming a soft tone, as her snowy white wings rested behind her.

She looked up, grasping Harry with her warm, pale blue eyes.

"Your awake then, are you little Hadrian?" She asked softly, running a delicate hand over his wing joint, making him melt in her hands. Belatedly, Harr- Hadrian recognized her as Mrs. Malfoy, and nodded shyly, feeling bashful as such a highly spoken of woman held his wing soothingly. She smiled, patting his wing softly. "Just like my dragon, when he hurts his wings."

"Wings?" he croaked out, wondering if the Malloy's were like him. Mrs. Malfoy smiled, and nodded happily.

"yes, he came into his veela inheritance this summer." She explained happily and then Harry understood. Veela and winggnatts were naturally allies and friends, and that was why he felt so at ease with the older woman. She was practically radiating motherly worry and it put him at ease; it felt nothing like the suffocating worry – which Harry had realized was very likely, forced – that Mrs. Wealsey had always bestowed on him. "You need to rest, your father and Lucius are cleaning up at the moment, and you can see them in the morning.

Harry nodded; sleep already taking him even as he wondered at the acceptance of his parentage.

~888~

Severus scrubbed at his wing, gimancing as he washed away blood and gunk; he should maybe have just chopped up the hoarse with her own knife and finished suffocating the man in shadows… the son could have… yeah, something else that was a lot less messy. It didn't help that he had rather massive wings.

Just as he glanced over at Lucius – who was keeping up quiet the impressive stream of profanities as he corded his fingers through his wings – when Narcissa strolled in, a tray of healing supplies resting on her hip. She took one look at her husband before giggling softly, setting down they tray and kneeling behind the man, running her small nimble fingers through the silvery feathers and dislodging fine matter.

"Oh, Sev, I forgot how messy you get when someone important to you gets hurt."

"Messy yes," Lucius cut in, melting in his wife's hands. "But cold, precise and downright vicious too."

Severus spared them a smile, looking at Narcissa. "How is he?"

"Asleep; you can go join him, his wing is fine now."

Severus nodded, scrubbing the last bit of blood from his wing before leaving the couple to themselves.

He entered his room, watching as his small son curled into a ball at the center of the bed. He smiled softly before climbing into bed himself, pulling his son to him and wrapping them into his wings, pleased when Hadrian moved closer, sighing in his sleep.

~888~

Hadrian woke wrapped in a cocoon of warmth, feeling safe for the first time in a long time. He opened his eyes blurrily, trying to sit up only to find a muscular arm holding him to something warm and hard.

"Good morning Hadrian." A voice rumbled, sending vibrations through Hadrian from, what he realized now, was his father's chest.

"Morning da- sir…" Hadrian mumbled, stilling where he lay. There was a moment of silence before the arms pulled back, allowing Harry to sit up as he felt the bed rise as Severus got up.

"You may call me dad, if you so wish." Hadrian heard his father say softly, causing his head to snap around and stare at his father. This was the first time Harry got a good look at him, with the morning sunlight streaming through the bedroom windows.

The man was tall and muscular, body made up of lean corded muscles and pale white skin; his claws were like shadowy hooks, curving dangerously into his hand, the black scales like a glove up his forearm. There was some sort of scales over his chest curving in wide arches towards his belly button. His legs bare of any scales or marking, his feet normal but for the claws on each toe. Harrys gaze went back upwards, looking at his father's face; he saw concerned black eyes watching him under a ridge of black spiked scales, fine eyebrows merging with the scales as they went up to his temples, were – one each side – a thick curling horn pulled seamlessly from his skull, reminding Hadrian of a proud ram. His hair was the same length as always, but now pulled back behind his slightly pointed ears.

It was then Harry realized his father was naked; the man smiled at him and turned, showing Hadrian a long spiked tail and the back of his massive, almost solid black wings. Hadrian looked at the wings in awe, at how, even when tucked neatly against the man's back they touched the ceiling and trailed slightly over the floor.

Remembering what the man had said earlier, Hadrian smiled slightly, crawling out of bed himself. "Okay… dad…" he said softly, looking around the room uncertainly. Severus stuck his head out of what Hadrian presumed was a bathroom and smiled at him.

"Thank you Hadrian. Would you like to see what you look like?" he asked, causing Hadrian to remember he himself would look different. He nodded, following the man into the bathroom. There Hadrian found a full length mirror, and what he saw…

He was roughly the same height as before, putting him just below the chest of his father, his skin was a milky cream color, compared to his father's almost white skin. Hadrian could see many other changes; the shape of his body, his hips creating notable curves that led to long slim, yet lean, legs. His feet were dainty, but unlike his father whose feet only were different in claws, Hadrian had scales coating the soles of his feet and creeping up the back of his calf, no claws. He looked at the color of the scales, and then glanced at his arms, looking at the deep purple scales there. He was surprised to see his 'sleeves' going almost over his whole arm, leaving only a few inches of skin before the shoulder. His claws were not hooked like his fathers; his claws were long and sharp, seeming to continue his fingers to sharp tips. Hadrian also realized the tips were barbed slightly.

He saw he also had scales on his chest, though he didn't see their use; if he were a girl, they would make an awesome bra, but he was a guy. He sighed slightly, deciding to ask his father later and looked at his face. He was surprised at how feminine he looked, full pink lips and almond shaped eyes, a slim jaw with high cheekbones. His eyes were still the same green, but now his pupils were ever so slightly elongated. He was surprised not to see horns like his father… no, he had a type of… crown of long sharp horns on his head, hiding his scar – yay! – And his ears from view. He turned his head slightly, seeing his blue-black hair hanging loose to his hips; he glanced at his wings, gasping as he saw how pretty they were! Nowhere near as large as his father's wings, when folded as they were now they reached about a foot over his head and the bottom was in line with the scales of his calf.

He stretched them out, marveling at the near translucent flesh of his wings, the gossamer purple run through with hundreds upon hundreds of solid black veins. They were beautiful; Hadrian turned, wanting to see more of his wings when he caught sight of a long thin tail, tipped with a slim fork. He giggled lightly, grabbing hold of his tail and giving a soft tug.

"Are you having fun Rian?" his father's voice reminded him that he was not alone, causing Hadrian to turn and look at his father; the man was in a pair of loose black jeans and a sweatshirt; for a second Hadrian wondered why his father was holding out as pair of sweat pants when he realized, once again belatedly, that he was naked.

With a blush coloring Hadrian's cheeks as he took the pants with a soft 'thank you' causing his father to smile at him again and step out of the room. Hadrian pulled up the pants, not minding that they rode low on his hips, knowing they were his fathers, and stepped out of the room. He saw his father with a long roll of parchment, and was surprised to realize it was a copy of his par- James' will.

He sat next to his father, waiting to be acknowledged.

"I see your dogfather is mentioned here, as well as Pettigrew, ensuring his freedom and the rats capture to be sought." Severus spoke after a few minutes, turning to look at Hadrian. The boy smiled, slightly confused; his father did not sound bitter like any other time he had spoken of Sirius. As is reading his mind, he went on. "I know you love the man, so I will not stop you from interacting with him, same as Lupin."

Hadrian was surprised, never expecting that to happen. He looked down at his hands, not sure what to say. Severus cleared his throat, smiling at Hadrian.

"We will have the goblins send out the invitation of the will, including one for the minister, though Black will be unable to attend; they have a special magic that prevents the percipients from speaking of what they hear unless you or I allow it. I am sure that, once your dogfather is proven innocent, Lucius and Narcissa would not mind if Lupin and Black join us here, they have an abundance of rooms after all… that is if they swear not to cause any trouble with me and the fact that you are mine."

Here Hadrian drooped, uncertainty eating away at him. "What if they won't? What if they hate me?" he whispered, tears stinging at his eyes. He was surprised when he felt himself being pulled into warm arms, a soothing rumble against the cheek that lay against his father's chest.

"They love you Rian, they loved Lily and even if you are not their friend's son, he accepted you readily and made you his heir. And anyway, it is not in their Gryffindor ways to turn their back on you." Hadrian giggled at his father's sarcasm, realizing it was his way of joking around. He nodded and felt himself being released from his father's arms.

Hadrian stood up, going to the window. After a few minutes he heard his father gruffly clearing his throat. "Eer… Hadrian…" the man started uncertainly, causing him to whip his head around in surprise; he had never heard the man uncertain before. "I think you should write to Dumbledore, we wouldn't want him to tell the wizarding world you are dead. A letter to Black and Lupin too…"

"Erm… why would they think I'm dead?" Hadrian asked uncertainly.

"Well… I saw what your relatives did last night… and I killed them." The man said, becoming rather interested in his claws. "Burned the house down too."

Hadrian was speechless for a moment, then realized he didn't care that his father had killed his relatives; he knew perfectly well Sirius or Remus would have done the same. He nodded, smiling slightly. "Should I say I was taken away before that? Earlier in the day or even the week? I haven't been out so his spies won't have realized I'm gone."

"You know about your 'guard'" Severus asked, head snapping up.

"Well… with my senses becoming so strong it was hard not to hear them stomping around or the reek of Mr. Tuesday."

"How long?" his father asked urgently, stepping closer.

"W-well, they've been getting stronger since a few weeks ago, around the same time all the changes started happening…"

"Hadrian… that is amazing! Usually it takes a Winggnatt Unborn a few week after their inheritance to completely change, but you… you are so powerful you started changing before your inheritance!" Hadrian blushed at the obvious pride dripping from his father's voice; it wasn't often he was praised. There was a moment silence. "Hadrian." His father started, voice pained. "I'm so sorry for how I've treated you, you must know I loathe how I had-"

"Oh shush." Hadrian interrupted, hands on hips and eyes narrowed. "You thought I was the child of your mate and another man; of course you hated me! And I am grateful for that. You are the only constant I have had since I started school; you always were true in your emotions. I loved that, that you were honest in your feeling of me. Never riddling, never acting, never jealous or obsessed. Thank you."

Severus stared at his son, eyes wide, before sweeping in and hugging the boy, a soft mutter surprising Hadrian. "You look so like your mother there..." They stood there for a moment before stepping apart. "Now hurry up with those letters, breakfast starts in a bit." He said, leading Hadrian to the desk in the corner of the room. Hadrian sat down, pulling the parchment towards him and picking up the quill. He decided to start with Dumbledore's letter.

Dear professor.

Hi, sorry it took me so long to write, but a few days ago my relatives kicked me out in the dead of night, telling me they wanted me gone for good. So I left, found myself some place nice and safe – can't tell you were, don't want Moldieshorts to find me – and will see you on the first day of school.

Bye

Harry.

Hadrian looked at the end, having decided to keep his name to himself for now; he handed the letter to his father, starting on the ones to Sirius and Remus.

Hey Siri,

Sorry to get to you so late, but, while keeping my head down and behaving like a good little boy as you instructed, my relatives finally got fed up with me and kicked me out on Tuesday night. I'm somewhere safe and I miss you.

See you soon.

Mwa

Harry

He looked it over, before frowning, he turned to his father. "Dad? Did you get my stuff before burning the Dursleys into the ground?"

Severus nodded, lips twitching as he read Dumbledore's letter. Hadrian smiled too, handing him Sirius's letter.

Hi Remus!

I miss you, I'm safe, and sorry it took so long to write. I got kicked out, found someplace safe, will see you soon!

Mwa,

Harry.

Harry nodded, smiling to himself as he stood up and handed the last letter to his father.

"Hadrian, just out of curiosity… why the 'mwa'?"

"Well, I've noticed I'm way too serious when I'm upset and depressed and I write letters. This way they know I'm okay with me being willing to tease them."

Severus nodded, rolling the letters and leading Hadrian to the dining room. It was very cozy and the senior Malloy's were already there chatting quietly between themselves as Mrs. Malfoy stroked a beautiful white owl…

"HEDWIG!" Hadrian cried out, trotting over to his owl and scooping her up. The owl hooted happily and nibbled Hadrian's long hair.

"Oh darling, would you like me to tie back you hair?" Mrs. Malfoy asked with a smile, pointing at his still loose mass. Hadrian nodded with a smile, shyly stepping towards her; the woman hummed softly as she pulled a hair band out of seemingly thing air, braiding his hair softly before patting his back and telling him to sit down. He did as he was told, surprised when a bowl of soft chewable meat appeared before him. He found he was starved, and ate happily, not realizing the meat was only half cooked until the end. He also realized he didn't mind.

He stood up, asking if he could explore the gardens after he sent his letters off with Hedwig, receiving a nod and then he scurried off to the gardens out the dining room door.

~888~

Hadrian was sitting by the pond, watching the fish swim around when the sound of footsteps approaching had him looking up; he blinked a few times before he fully realized what he was seeing. Draco Malfoy stood before him, a soft smile on his lips as he stretched wings just a little bigger than Hadrian's own behind him, soft blond hair fluttering in the breeze.

Wow, Draco really was a veela. Harry took a moment to remember what he had read about them; veela were naturally allied with winggnatts, dominates usually becoming wingsiblings while the subs grouped together, the feeling of ease and safety increasing the stronger the friendship among subs, sometimes becoming as close as family, while doms became as close as siblings and always had each other's backs; he knew his father and Mr. Malfoy were wingbrothers, and wondered why he felt so at ease with Mrs. Malfoy and now, Draco. He knew he was a submissive – the smaller wings and crown of horns being his biggest clues – and this made him wonder if Draco was a sub as well.

Draco smiled, and in a moment, answered Hadrian's unspoken question. "Yay! Another submissive! I have a friend!"

Hadrian stared in disbelief at the totally undraco like behavior. His silence must have given the wrong impression as Draco started fidgeting and shifting from foot to foot.

"erm, that is, if you want to be friends, which I totally understand if you don't want to, I mean I was always so cruel to you and your friends, and such a prat and, and-"

"Draco, you're babbling." Hadrian said with a smile, patting the ground next to him. "And in a way, you were right; Hermione and Ron aren't my friends; honestly I think Dumbledore was paying them to be my friends and spy on me for him, well… I know he was paying them."

Draco's jaw dropped, and his silvery eyes widened. "No way! Seriously?"

Hadrian nodded gravely. This caused the two to erupt in giggles and they started talking in earnest.

~888~

Severus and Lucius smiled as they watched their sons play fighting by the pond, instincts taking over as they jumped onto each other.

"It's a surprise, I would have expected more resistance of a friendship between the two." Severus murmured, watching as his friends wings grew from his back; veela could comfortable bring their wings in and out of their bodies, unlike the ever present wings of a Winggnatt.

"Don't be silly Sev." Narcissa's voice made them turn. "Your son, just like mine, is a perfect little submissive. They are bound to become nest-friends." Nest-friends were the submissive version of wingbrothers. "I mean, have you seen our son's hips! They've got even me jealous." She teased, a playful pout on her lips.

"What about their hips?" Lucius cut in, watching his wife with a newfound interest.

"Well my love, as they say in the olden days, they have marvelous birthing hips!" the two doms paled slightly, spinning to see their sons. They could see even from where they were that Narcissa was right. "Oh I can't wait for the pitter patter of little feet!"

Severus and Lucius turned to each other. "There is no way Draco's mate could be at Hogwarts, right? You're a teacher, you know that there can't possibly be a match for what my son craves; mischievous, fun, smart, rebellious against authority and strong… right?"

Severus didn't have the heart to tell him that there was indeed not a single person like that… there were two.

"At least you don't have to worry, Winggnatt submissive can only mate with a dominate Winggnatt." Lucius muttered sullenly, watching their sons. Severus paled; oh he hoped he was right in assuming the other Winggnatt at Hogwarts was gone.

"Why don't we go check up on them?" he suddenly suggested, eyes narrowing as he saw the boys sitting close and whispering to each other.

~888~

Draco leaned in, a mischievous smile on his lips. "Rian, come on its no wonder your father is so popular amongst our groups, I mean, have you seen those wings?"

Harry stared at him blankly for a moment, before nodding slowly. "Erm, yes I've seen them, but what-"

"Well you know! Come on! Didn't you know a doms wings can tell you how big he is?" Draco said with a giggle, a blush on his cheeks.

"Big?"

Draco stopped giggling, staring at Hadrian with eyes wide. Hadrian saw their father's approaching when Draco leaned in and explained exactly what he was talking about. His eyes were wide as plates as he watched their fathers get closer and closer. When the men stood before them Hadrian suddenly had a very calculating look in his eyes. Draco started giggling hysterically as he turned his eyes on Mr. Malfoy, studying his wings intently.

With a nod and a smile, Hadrian stood up and helped his new friend up too, before saying very clearly. "Well, I know your right about dad, but it makes me wonder about your dad." Hadrian started, smiling innocently at the doms as Draco swooned slightly as his face reddened. "I mean, his wings are very large."

And with that the boys shot off, leaving two stunned men behind. After a minute, Severus turned to Lucius and grabbed his friend before shacking him, an ever so slightly hysterical edge creeping into his voice.

"Wings? Why is he asking about your wings! He's too young, I tell you! He shouldn't be looking at wings until he's at least fifty!"

"Fifty?" Lucius squeaked. "Try seventy! I need to research chastity charms…" he ended in a mutter, and Severus nodded, following his wingbrother as they rushed into the house.

Hehehe, there we go, finishing in a funny note, much brighter than before! I finished the picture on Hadrian, so you can go see him on my deviant art account ( lisa-demonic-angel . deviantart # )just take away the spaces and brackets. I really hope you enyoyed that! Hmmm, I wonder what dumbles will do with his letter? Lol. Same deal as last time, if you guess Hadrian's mate you get a clue to the next chappy! Thanks for the reviews and can't wait for more!