Not beta'd. Hope you enjoy it anyway.

I know this chapter isn't the best, but I hope you will allow me a chance to redeem myself with chapter 8.

AN: I will have a dominant version of Hadrian. Will he be dominant at some point in this version? I've yet to decide, but… if you read on you will find out when I do. Now, my beautiful/handsome, amazing readers, we move on to other matters; an explanation about familiars will come up in my 8th chapter. ^^

Making edits... (since this hasn't been beta'd I, myself, am going through it, I hope you don't mind to terribly.)

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A Hybrid's Fate


Chapter 7: New Appearances and Going Home

Harry awoke with a groan; he felt like he had been hit by a bus and then ran over by it twice, which probably would have been better considering what he went through.

Trying to sit up he immediately let out a moan of pain and tears formed in his eyes as pain shot through him, mercilessly and with a vengeance he thought had already been carried out…

Determined not to be defeated he then tried a different method to get up, which involved rolling over onto his side, but his efforts were futile and no more successful, as it only caused him more pain than his first try.

With a gasp of pain he relaxed his body forthwith, allowing it to return to its former position.

Not wanting to engage the muscle involved in screaming or crying. He sighed softly to express his frustration at his pain, resigning himself to just lie on the bed for an indefinite length of time.

Staring up at the ceiling, he took a moment to recall the ritual.

It was... it was indescribable; no words in the world could truly convey the agonizing experience. And not only was it physically disabling, but mentally... his was sure psyche nearly crumbled from it all, but while that didn't happen he was sure he didn't come out completely unscathed.

Sighing he closed his eyes, and dosed off a little, having nothing better to do, as he waited for waited for Alanna, who was sure to come at some point…she had to…he hoped she had to.

Not long after he fallen asleep, he woke up when he heard the door open, and looked out of the corner of his eye to see Alanna enter his room.

Coming into his room, Alanna smiled when she saw that he was awake "Oh, you're awake! I've been so worried… You been a sleep for a week, you know? So how are you feeling? Are you okay?" She asked as she walked over to him to sit on the bed.

Wincing as the bed dipped, he shook his head, a little, and said quietly "No"

Alanna frowned "Here, drink these." she said, pulling out a glass phials and put it to his mouth.

"It doesn't taste all that great, but it will help with your pain and will help you relax and only takes a few minutes to work."

Nodding immediately, the promise that he would be out of pain being at the forefront of his mind, Hadrian opened his mouth slightly and let the liquid be poured into his mouth, but soon as his tongue came into contact with the liquid he almost gagged and struggled not to spit it out. It was the foulest thing he had ever tasted.

What Was That!? WHY WOULD YOU GIVE ME THAT! He screamed in his head and tried his best to convey it through an odd sort of wide eyed glare.

For more than a second he questioned his decision to take… that… that… torture that was veiled by sweet promises. But reluctantly brushed aside said thoughts. All things came at a price and if that…stuff could take away his pain, it was worth it.

When the liquid was finally all gone he sighed in relief, which was short lived when the after taste made its presence know, maybe he had the right idea before. Maybe he shouldn't have taken it. I mean, really, what could work so well that he should voluntarily allow his taste buds to suffer so… but again his doubts were washed away as he felt the pain gradually begin to fade.

Lying back waiting for the 'medicine' that Alanna had given him to take full effect he closed his eyes and willingly slipped away into his night dwelling world of fantasy and fear.

- D-

Opening his eyes he blinked, unable to do much more, due to his grogginess. Everything seemed ten times bigger.

Sitting up off of his soft, warm, and fluffy pillow, he looked around sleepily…

"What's going on? Why are things so big?" He asked out lout, but his voice was different and the words were slurred and gurgled. His eyes shot wide open, and his quickly covered his mouth. What the hell was that!? He thought in surprise, now completely cognizant. This was really starting to unnerve him… he had never sounded like that after waking up, I mean sure his voice would sound a little hoarse and slurred, but this was different, it was like he couldn't talk correctly, not that he was too tired to….

With the intention confirming or disproving his change in voice and speech, he pulled his hands away from his mouth and nearly had a panic attack when he saw them.… they were so tiny!

"What's happening to me!?" He cried out while still looking at his hands.

Reluctantly he looked away from his hands and with a of sense of trepidation, looked down at himself, needing to know the full extent of his sudden, then broke down in tears. He was… a baby! HE WAS A BABY!

This was too much, he couldn't handle this, crying even harder and his fear, stress, confusion, and every other emotion one might feel in such a situation seemed to increase, his crying slowly eased into soft sniffling, when he was picked up and rocked gently while a melodic voice cooed and asked what was wrong.

Gripping at the shirt of the person that was holding him, he sat back in her arms and looked up to and saw a beautiful woman, looking down at him with beautiful green eyes that shone with worry and confusion.

His soft sniffles and whimpers stopping he brought one of his tiny hands up to rest of her cheek, wanting to comfort the woman who held him.

"I s'kay, moomoo (I got this from my aunt, she calls grandma moomoo. I love it, but my mother won't let me call her it. :'), jus' ba'ream" he slurred out.

Bad dream? This whole situation is a bad dream and what's a freaking moomoo? He questioned in his head, before he was brought back to focus when 'moomoo' kissed his forehead and brought him back into a close embrace… "I'm sorry, little one… here, you can sleep with me, wake up Zada (z-A-d-ah) and we will go to my room." She said as she set him on the ground.

Nodding, even though he was confused as to who Zada was he looked around… the only sleeping thing to wake in the room was his pillow, a fluffy cat like creature, so… hoping that it was Zada, he walked over to the baby creature and rubbed it's fluffy ears to wake it up, stopping when it opened its eyes and yawned.

After he had woken Zada he Alanna had picked him and his pillow up and carried them both to her room, tucking them under the covers first then getting in the bed herself, and comforted by the warmth he quickly fell back to sleep to the even rhythm of the woman's heartbeat.

-D-

Waking up for a second time, Hadrian blinked... it was all a dream? He thought in both relief and some sadness. Relief because… looking down at his hands… he wasn't a baby anymore, plus for him, but sadness because his 'moomoo' was just a dream.

Sighing, without even thinking about it his former pain he started to sit up, but tensed as he recalled what had happened the last time he tried to move… however it was too his relief that he was able to note a lack of pain accompanying the movement, but he was also shocked.

Recalling the 'medicine' that Alanna had given him, he shook his head in wonder "wow, that worked a lot better, than I expected" he mumbled to himself.

Sure, he trusted that it would ease his pain to some degree, but he never imagined it would, or even could, completely eliminate it. It was beyond what he thought was possible, but then again, a lot of things that were happening or coming to light as of late, he wouldn't have thought possible before he met Alanna.

That all aside a more pressing matter a hand was… where is mummy? Getting out of bed with said thought in mind, he made his way out of his room in search of his mother.

Noticing it was still night outside, his first thought was that she was in bed, and so he made his way to her room.

Quietly opening her door, he was met with the sight of his mummy asleep in her bed. Looking at the clock that was beside her bed he saw that it was only 1am.

"Hadrian, luv? Is everything okay?"

Jumping when he heard his name called he looked in the directing his name came from and saw that his mother had woken up when he opened the door and entered his room

In answer to her question he nodded and said "yes, I just woke up and I can't go back to sleep so I went to find you and I found you and so now I'm here, and I'm sorry for waking you up and…" He continued his nervous babbling until Alanna finally stopped him.

"Hadrian, luv, it is okay, you can come to me whenever you'd like. Now, come on…" she lifted her blanket in a gesture for him to get in "…it's still very early and perhaps you get a little bit more sleep.

Quickly making his way over to the bed he, with a bit of effort, managed to get onto the bed, then he slipped under the opened covers and cuddled into his mother's arms. Relaxing in the comfortable, warm embrace, he was lulled back to sleep, again.

Alanna had woken up the moment Hadrian had open the door. Turning to face the door, she waited for him to say something, but when he just stood there for a while, she asked "Hadrian, luv, is everything okay?"

She couldn't help but smile when he jumped. She had listened to him babble for a little while before cutting him off, figuring that there conversation was getting off track.

So she alleviated his nervousness and let him get in bed with her.

Smiling softly down at her son wrapped in her arms, happy to have her son so close to her more, she too fell back asleep, more content than before.

When Alanna woke up in the morning from the sun shining through the window, she felt a smile tug at her lips when she felt the small form of her little one in her arms and pulled him closer to her and leaned down to kiss his forehead. She couldn't help the sense of contentment that and peace that coursed through her at having her son so close to her and the delight at the revelation that he was comfortable enough to sleep in bed with her.

A lot of it head to do with his ritual restoring him to his natural form. The ritual itself directly affected his magic, appearance, and anything else that the spell directly influenced…however, indirectly, because the spell affected his magic and traits, it weakened bonds.

For bonds, out of all the bonds a hybrid could have a mother's and child's bond was quite possibly the strongest... However, part of the reason it is the strongest bond was due to nurture, for the majority of his life she didn't have him and that is why she didn't know how the relationship would change.

But she could feel how powerful and strong the bond between them was and it brought tears to her eyes, as far as she knew things between them could only go forward from here and it would take much time either. At the rate the strength of the bond was increasing, she doubted it would take more than a week or two for the bond to be completed, the only thing after that would be learning more about each other…

Looking at her son, Alanna took in the changes in his appearance. He was strikingly beautiful. Actually, he looked a lot like her when she didn't have her appearance concealed by a ring that had a crystal that had absorbed the power of a 300 year old kitsune.

From the moment she set foot in the mundane world to find her son, having heard rumors about a magical child being placed with a muggle family.

Deciding to go to the mundane world after doing more research finding out where, who, and when. Alanna knew that she could not go without something to hide her appearance, because she was sure sharp teeth and nails, didn't go over well in the mundane world.

After a few more moments of relaxing Alanna decided it was time to get out of bed. Sitting up, she gently shook her son to wake him up.

"Huh? Wha-?" he mumbled out and looked around blearily, trying to figure out what had woken him up.

His eyes finally landed on Alanna, who looked like she was on the verge of either grinning or awing.

"Did you sleep well, little one?" she asked in with a smile on her face, as she ran a hand through his messy hair.

"Hmm, yes…" He said as he yawned. "Your bed is really comfy and you're warm."

Looking down at her son with a soft smile she said "You can sleep in my bed anytime you would like, sweetie…though, right now we need to get up"

"What time is it?" Hadrian asked, a little more a wake than before.

"It's time to get up…" she said with a grin.

"Oh, yes, that's helpful" he replied trying to look around Alanna to see the clock.

Seeing (9:12) shown on the clock… he nodded his assent and stretched.

"'m hungry, can we get something to eat?" he said when he felt his stomach growl looking at Alanna with unnecessary puppy dog eyes.

With a laugh, she nodded and walked in the direction of the kitchen. "Yes, that was the first thing on my list of things to do today, that being followed by bath time, then packing.

"Packing?" he asked in confusion

"Yes, we are going back to 'our' world today."

Turning his head to look at her faster than should be possible he looked at her with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape… "Really!?" he asked excitedly.

"Yes, yes, really" Alanna replied, amusement coloring her tone. "Now, what would you like to eat, sweetie?"

After he had finished eating, they made their way to the bathroom so that Hadrian could take his bath, it had been a while since he had one…

After Alanna ran the water, Hadrian took off his overly large, but super comfortable, sleeping shirt and got in while Alanna grabbed a sponge, body wash, shampoo and conditioner.

After Hadrian finished his bath, Alanna helped Hadrian out of the tub and dry off, then wrapped a fluffy towel around him and sat him in front of a full body mirror to brush his hair that now went to his waist.

I think I might need a haircut soon. He thought seeing how long his hair was, plus it was heavy.

While Alanna was brushing his hair, he took the opportunity to look at himself in the mirror. Alanna had told him that he would look quite different, but he couldn't deny the shock he felt at actually seeing said changes. He looked almost like an entirely different person!

Green, silver, and white highlighted his wavy raven hair. He had alabaster skin with a faint silver glow. His nose was small and the bridge of his nose was straight. He had high cheek bones, and a soft angled chin, and his ears were a little pointed. His almond-shaped eyes were slightly larger, almost doe like. His irises looked like malachite with silver veins that branched off from a line of silver that outlined slit pupils and he had silvery blue lips, Cupid's bow-shaped lips. Pulling back his lips, he saw that his teeth looked like milky quartz and his canines were sharper.

As a whole he was beautiful, but he was young so he didn't know if that would change or not, either way he didn't really care.

In addition to physical changes he felt different, too.

His magic felt different, instead of simply feeling his magic he felt now as if he were magic. It was strange… it was different... but it was nice. It felt natural, not like a power boost, but he was whole. Yes, that was it he felt whole. He thought he felt whole before, but this was on an entirely different level.

Other changes, he felt balanced, so to speak. He didn't feel physical stronger, but nor did he feel as fragile as before. His senses were better, almost overwhelming now that he was focusing on them, but they made him feel comfortable and safe.

All of the changes would take some time to get used to, but they weren't bad, in fact, he kind of liked some of them, though the sharp nails were a little strange.

Having finished taking in all of his changes he looked at his mother to see what features they shared, when he noticed something seemed…off. They looked nothing alike; in fact, the only features they shared were pale skin with a silver glow, his more prominent than Alanna, the green eyes, and black hair. Other than that, absolutely nothing, unless you wanted to count that they both had noses, eyes, ears, and a mouth.

Alanna watched as Hadrian took in all his changes, watching his facial expressions as he took in his new/old/normal/natural appearance, then when he finished he looked at her then himself in the mirror repeatedly, with a confused look on his face.

Alanna smiled "Is something the matter, my love?"

Pouting, he nodded... "Yes! You and I don't look anything a like, aside from the black hair and green eyes, but black hair is relatively common, and you said that all hybrids have green eyes. Which I'm assuming I am..." he trailed off for a moment and looked at her for confirmation. Upon receive a nod, he picked up where left off "... but other that, I don't see any resemblance... why is that?"

Alanna nodded, understanding his confusion and said "The reason why you cannot currently see the resemblance is because this is a disguise of sorts" She explained.

Seeing the pout return to her son's face, she laughed... his lack of satisfaction with the explanation was obvious and rather adorable if she did say so herself.

"I'll show you." She said, pulling off the ring on her finger.

As soon as Alanna took of the ring she looked completely different... and it wasn't like she gradually changed or like something fell off of her.

No, it was like the Alanna he had seen before was never there. And in the former Alanna's place stood a woman with Pitch black hair to her hips, a curvy body and perhaps an inch or two taller... She had the same complexion, a slightly brighter silver glow. Her hair went to the middle of her back, having violet and silver highlights flawlessly blended in and her eyes were similar in shape and color to his own, but there were 3 rings of silver around her pupil instead of it branching, her nails were longer and sharper, her nose was the same and her lips were similar to before the only difference being that her were a silvery, faded violet color and he assumed their teeth were the same.

As Hadrian took in his mother's appearance he saw something dark curl around his mother hand. Looking at the delicate lines that traveled from the middle of her hand, up sleeve, seeing similar markings poking out around the top of her shoulder, he took her hand in his two smaller ones, pushing up the loose sleeve to her elbow, to investigate further the markings that decorated his mother's skin...

Looking at the markings he saw beautiful, captivating design of obsidian vines, argent leaves with black veins and violet autumn crocus that elegantly progressed up her arms from her hands and wrist.

The delicate vines fused together fluidly to transition into smoky black branches as they reached her shoulders, separating again into three larger vines that all intertwined to form the shape of a trunk in the middle of her back.

At the base of the 'trunk' was a large blue and violet autumn crocus with fire topaz littering its large petals like dew the, and from the autumn crocus, on each side, a trail of dark steel leaves with black vanes, danced across her skin as if they were carried by a breeze to her anterior torso. Deciding to come back to that later he continued on…

The obsidian 'roots' of the 'tree' branched and then curved, wrapped and twister their way down her legs in a random, yet stunning fashion and they decorating the vines like jet berries were transparent, blue moonstones. Fusing into four think vines they formed an anklet with small autumn crocus around her ankle.

After having finished with the back he went back to the silver leaves and followed them to her stomach, they formed a circle around her navel, which had a navel ring with an autumn crocus dangling from it. And floating down her stomach were white and purple oleander petals falling from six oleander above her breast, and trailing down her stomach were silver, indigo, and violet veins ending when they reached the leaves. Below the leaves, was what looked to be writing…

"What does this mean?" he asked absent-mindedly as he gently ran his hands across the other markings and continued to admire them in awe; he hoped his marking look like this.

"It mean, The Deceitful Beauty of Deadly Flowers "

"Oooh, cool!" he said airily!

After he had taken in his mother's new appearance he looked in the mirror and once again to see how they looked alike comparisons.

And his eyes widened more than they had when he was looking at Alanna's marking... we look so much alike

They had the same facial structure, similar features…

Grinning like a loon he turned around quickly and with relieved laughter and tears of happiness slipping from his eyes he jumped onto her unprepared form giving her a tight hug. It had all finally come full circle, he was a hybrid, she was his mother, and they were going to be a family again...

Wrapping her arms around her son

After a few minutes of the embrace, Hadrian let go and took a step back, his smile still stretched across his face.

Summoning her clothes back onto her person, and laughing at the wide-eyed response she got from Hadrian, she then exclaimed happily "Now it's time us to pack..."

Hadrian looked at her strangely then groaned... "Ugh, packing..."

"Why so down, little one?" Alanna said, toying with him.

Looking at her with a sardonic expression he said "Why aren't you? We have to pack this WHOLE house." making a big gesture with his arms as he said whole. "This is not something to be cheerful about"

"Hmm, it is when you can do this..." she first waved her hand in front of her and suddenly there appeared a suitcase. Then again in the direction of the main part of the bathroom and to his amazement everything was packed into the small, in comparison to everything it was holding, average sized suitcase.

He looked at her with a blank expression and nodded agreeing,

"Yes, yes, that does make it easier" he said before skipping away.

After they, meaning Alanna, had finished packing everything. They, meaning Alanna, shrunk the bags and put them in a pocket.

Bending down and picking up her son she said with a happy smile "Hold on tight, it's going to be an... interesting trip."


Read review, hope you enjoyed, I'll give you a cookie, I promise, any kind you want. Or, orrr... I'll give you a cupcake, well... my mother will.

So, this is like the end of my 'intro'. A really long intro, but an intro nonetheless. I've said it before and I'll say it again, this is the first story that I have ever written. I'm hoping that my writing gets better as I continue this story, but If you have any pointers I would appreciate the help.