The Fireplace in the library of a large detached mansion in the Magical Quarter of New Orleans sprang to life with bright green flame as the floo connected. Out stepped the owner of the fine house, dressed not in traditional robes or a designer suit but the simple shift and trousers of an Anasazi husband and warrior. He had a yellowing bruise on his cheek and almost healed split lip. The image of a man who had been fighting was not one would expect of the Regent of two Ancient and Noble Houses. He also looked extremely happy.

Alerted to the shift in the wards, Narcissi stood and went to pay her respects to her host.

Regulus had gone straight to the drinks cabinet and poured himself a large cognac. As the door opened, he turned around still drinking.

The guest curtseyed low "Regent Black, it is an honour. I cannot thank you enough for your kind invitation and hospitality."

"Darling cousin, my house here is your home as long as you need it. I must confess I need your assistance most urgently." The man then drained his glass and threw it into the fireplace and clapped his hands sharply three times in quick succession to alert the elves to attend their master. "I need to arrange a party, no a ball to celebrate my marriage."

Narcissa stood and composed herself, taking in the Black Family heirloom on her cousin's wrist, signifying a true match. She had never met Lord Potter, her son had described a poorly turned out pauper with no manners, friends or allies.

"I am truly spoiled now, no woman can compare to Hadrian. I have bonded with a mage, nothing like how the omega's are portrayed in the stories our mother's told us. Our children will be magnificent. The House of Black will return to its zenith in power and influence. An Alpha Omega bond, only spoken of in legends and the fortune of others is now ours. The house must be prepared for Hadrian's visit. He is not only my bonded but also honoured guest of the Priestess of the Temple of the New Moon, the Anasazi tribal spiritual leader. So, the ball, so much to do. Narcissa, please prepare a guest list for this celebration. Do not forget to invite all family members, even Nymphadora. Full invites to the American Ministry of Magic, every Department Head. This is to be the event of the year. Now, we need champagne. All of us need to toast our families change of fortunes. Narcissa, your feckless husband has lost a jewel of a hostess, and I need all your skills to make this humble home shine."

Family magic was such that all had been aware a powerful mage had married into their ancient line, the echo of Hadrian and Regulus' bonding. The youngest of Regulus' cousins already had confirmation that the Potter Heir was not the weak boy her son had derided. "Conratulations, I cannot wait to meet your bonded". She would be writing to her sister's, the next Lord Black would be borne of an Omega, and she would bet by next October at the latest.

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The start of his breeding cycle was not what Hadrian expected, which was the mistaken belief he would become a kitten-like submissive with the overwhelming urge to procrete. Not that he minded sex, in fact he ached for Regulus despite it only being two days since he returned to New Orleans. The reality was a subtle change in perception, as he matured fully into his daemon inheritance. Overnight he had grown to 5'11". He felt wonderful, strong, vital and healthy. He no longer needed glasses as all human faults were corrected by the enhanced DNA. Colours appeared more vivid. It was as if he was seeing, hearing, tasting and smelling at a different level.

He was wide awake at five. As dawn broke, he strode out to the corral intent on hunting, his assigned guards running to keep up. Within an hour he had shot a strong young buck, his aim with the bow deadly accurate, as the animal was dead before it hit the ground. He crouched before the deer and prayed to the world beyond in thanks for this bounty. He kissed his obsidian dagger and slashed the throat to bleed out the carcass before butchering the underside to remove the pluck. Of the fresh offal, he chose to eat the heart not caring that it was raw or the blood dripping from his hands, over his robe and covering his face. He ate the meat and his magic felt truly alive. He could hear a snake taste the air, over 100 metres away; feel the flap of the wings of birds high above and the touch of exhaled breath from the shallow breathing of the two Anasazi guards, stood watching him work and eat. He was not submissive, those that had written those books centuries ago had misunderstood the need for family and belonging. Here, the ancient teachings spoke of warrior priests, leading, guiding and nurturing to strengthen a tribe for a strong safe home to raise their children.

"Come brothers, the liver will be delicious and tender. Share the feast, we will take the rest back for the priestess. It is a day to honour the gods."

The two guards came and joined the omega, both had been honoured with the duty of guarding the new tribe member and teaching him their ways. Today, he acted like a priest born in the holy sanctum. Both hoped to draw his favour and today he had called them brothers. They already shared his living quarters. Hadrian's bonded, the dark haired outsider, had been loosely part of the tribe for many years.

The clouds in the East at dawn had been divined and told the Priestess that the Beloved of the Gods was now Anasazi, ready to take his oaths to uphold the traditions and to protect the tribe. He may have taken an outsider as his first husband and bear him an heir, but he would now be fully one with his extended family. His guards would become his consorts, the maidens of the temple his future wives, many strong magical children would be born. Warriors like those blessed by the Travellers from beyond the Stars many moons ago. That man was here to stay, he would never return to the land of his birth.

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The party was organised in three days. International Portkeys arranged to bring the Black family together to celebrate, even Sirius and his young wife Ginerva. Narcissa and Regulus waited in the library for the arrival of Hadrian. The fire in the grate changed from orange to green and two Anasazi Warriors stepped through, followed by the Old Priestess and then Hadrian. Regulus then bowed low in full respect as he noted his Bonded was dressed as a Priest. His husband had come into his inheritance and had chosen to follow the tribal rites fully, the neglected and abused boy from Surrey had family.

Narcissa taking her cousin's lead, curtsied deeply, her eyes on the floor. She had not expected Lord Potter to be dressed in such a fashion. She knew that a Priest of the Temple of the Sun and Moon were venerated throughout the Americas, traditions and treaties meant none could harm them. In one bold and unexpected move Hadrian Potter had placed himself above any extradition attempts. He was no longer British, but Anasazi nobility. Regulus had in effect married the tribe's king.

Hadrian was dressed simply for the desert, he wore a feather headdress, a kilt of softest buck skin. He had an alpaca cloak around his shoulders. He inwardly delighted that his appearance shocked his family. Gone was the timid, abused boy. Now he was a fully mature daemon born mage and Lord of the Ancient and Noble House of Peverell. He saw his husband and he was hungry for his touch, the taste of the sweat on his brow, the sweet blood flowing through his veins and the bitter salty come, waiting to be split in pleasure.

"Please, cousins, you have no need to honour me so." Hadrian smiled as the pair stood. He then moved to give his husband his full attention. "I ache for you, my bonded. I have survived my inheritance. I know that your brother in his ignorance played into the scheming of Dumbledore and his minions; whose plan was for me to die rather than mature into a mage, a giver and creator of life. My vision path has shown my curse on those that abused me has born fruit. I revel in my chance of living a long life, a happy life while they suffer for their misdeeds." The Priest then turned to the beautiful blond woman, this was Draco's mother, now no longer a Malfoy bride but in mourning for her lost child. "Forgive us, darling cousin Narcissa; but I need my husband and I am only a week wed and in need of his attentions. We will talk tomorrow when Regulus will play host to his spendthrift brother and his bitch of a wife."

The blond woman almost laughed at such blatant rudeness, but understood Hadrian had reason to dislike his godfather and that scheming girl. She then pondered the fact he said tomorrow, their guests were not due until Saturday. She then returned to her duty as acting hostess in her new home. "May I show the Priestress to her suite of rooms?"

"Of course." Regulus stated, he had briefly forgotten his other guests. "The blue suite adjoining Hadrian's rooms have been prepared for you, Honoured Mother of my Tribe. I hope you can accommodate our strange customs for your short stay."

The Priestess smiled and nodded to her host. "A soft bed and a warm fire is all I need. My guards have brought our food and water is all I need to drink."

"You are most humble. We are honoured that you will bless our celebration."

"I must confess I came to talk to the those men from the Department of Magical Affairs. Diplomacy is needed to protect our small nation, most outsiders think us barbarians. Those that forget the links between nature, the givers of magic and truth of justice. Come, I need my rest before the moon rises. I need to pray for all our good fortunes."

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The suite of rooms prepared for Hadrian were simply decorated in anticipation of his stay. Plain wooden floor covered with a simple rugs in the receiving room, old oak chairs with rush seats and two sofas gave the room a homey feel, in the bedroom a queen size mahogany sleigh bed dominated with the French Tapestries on the wall and tall windows to illuminate the room with sun and moonlight. Regulus could see the rooms had met his husband's satisfaction. "I have purchased some robes for you, the dressing room and your bathroom are on the right. There are four rooms beyond for your guards, any of your handmaidens and for our children. I hope you stay often. This is your home, as much as Arizona is mine."

"You share my rooms at home. Are your rooms far?"

"When you live here, I will stay with you, if you have need of me."

"Oh, I have need of you. Madam Lucretia scanned me this morning, my magic is strong and my body shows no signs of my poor upbringing. Your care saved me. Now enough talking, I have need of your body."