Disclaimer: I do not own the series of Harry Potter, written by the wonderful J.K. Rowling. If I did, then it would certainly be a slash series.

Warnings: VERY graphic blood, nudity, and a WHOLE lotta swearing.

Destiny Awaits:

Chapter Nine: Raid, Part 2. And Transformations Aren't Always Good.

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Last Time:

"I have already sent our infiltration unit down there. The rest of us will attack various parts of the Wizarding Community, Diagon Alley, Knockturn Ally, the Ministry of Magic, and the Daily Prophet. These are merely distractions as the infiltration unit steals those documents. Our younger members, though strong and trained, lack experience, thus they shall be part of the diversions. They will remain close to their elders, but should any area overcome their shock and manage to regroup, Portkey and Apparate immediately back. Once the documents have been taken, the Mark will burn, that is the symbol to return. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir!" the Death Eaters stated.

"Excellent," he broke the Death Eaters into groups to attack the different locations, Severus, Zeke, Lucius, and Draco in the group to distract Diagon Alley.

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Zeke Apparated with her father, watching patiently as the lesser D.E. started the diversion. As it was a diversion, and there were many new recruits, no Unforgivable Curses were cast, merely stunning, binding, and incapacitating spells. A thrill went up her spine, urging she join in the fight. Moving so slightly, she crept up quickly and silently behind one of the Aurors stationed there. The D. E. battling the Auror backed off, the Auror becoming overconfident at the retreat, moved to pursue, but froze before toppling to the ground, motionless. Zeke stepped lightly over him, five delicate silver nails emerging from her right glove. Just a few tiny droplets of blood were on them, though they shined sickly with the poison the metal was coated in.

Noting a flash behind her, she dodged to one side, barely making a noise and moving so fluidly she appeared to be dancing. Auror Moody stumbled slightly, adjusting his balance before coming at her again. Her slightly erratic movements dodged the spells and curses he shot. One did manage to hit though. His spell, a Reducto, was feigned to the right for his Impedimenta to her left, but instead of moving into the Impedimenta, she took the Reducto straight to her face. Horror hit him briefly, he could tell she was quite young, by her size, and hadn't meant to wound her seriously. His horror vanished, momentarily, when he saw her mask had taken the blow, before reappearing. As he watched, the platinum metal was sliced, from her right temple to her left cheek, yet not actually harming her. What made him stare in horror was that right before his eyes, the mask sealed again, almost instantly, with just a flicker of magic visible.

While the Auror stood in shock, Zeke moved. She moved so fast, it was though she had Apparated, before reappearing behind him. "Nice one, but no such luck," she purred, her bloodlust creeping forward. She swiftly knocked him out with a blow to his head, watching him fall, boneless and unconscious, to the ground. She paused a moment, a thought quickly crossing her mind. Auror Moody was a member of the Order, and, she briefly looked around, so were many others. Her eyes narrowed before widening. Molly Weasley was protecting several others in front of a shop, two other Order members helping her maintain a shield. One of those being protected was Hermione, and as she watched, Ron ran under the shield, with Auror Tonks. Not realizing what she was doing, she immediately began dodging around, searching avidly for one student.

She hissed and turned, wincing at the slice in her shoulder. She had ran past an Auror blindly, too focused on finding the wayward student to pay much attention. The slice wasn't deep, but it did spasm uncomfortably, and looked worse than it truly was. Starting at her mid-back, going diagonally to cross her right shoulder to her collarbone. Snapping a word that made the air hum dangerous, and slicing her hand out towards the foolish man, she growled and continued, ignoring the man's scream of pain, as he was slammed into a wall with enough force to make him sink in several inches.

Having made her way to the center of the street, she growled as she couldn't find her target. Whipping around, she froze when her violet eyes locked with emerald. Immediately, everything went silent around her, and her surroundings disappeared. All she could see were two glowing emerald eyes. The boy stared back, unbelieving, before turning to shock, confusion, and then curiosity. She saw his mouth part, and his lips formed a word, that she didn't hear immediately…

"Adrian?"

The world exploded into sound, colors, movement…Zeke clenched her ears, everything pouring in painfully, yet her eyes never looked away from Harry's. She idly felt a spell graze her back, but felt no pain from the few injuries she had. She noted that she and Harry had fallen to their knees, feeling overpowered in the few precious moments. She could heart something beating heavily, and realized it was her heart, moving incredibly fast, and just as it reached the crescendo, something deep, warm, and unbelievable happened.

To anyone who was watching or listening, they would have heard a soft chime, and then a deep twang, as though a string were being pulled taut. To the two the bond affected, they only felt each other's emotions rising and flowing to each other.

Of course something had to happen to break the moment. Which ended up being the Dark Mark burning, and the more experienced D.E. searching for the newer recruits. Lucius Malfoy saw her sitting on the ground; saw her blood dripping down her back, and quickly ran over to her. At that moment, Remus Lupin saw Harry sitting on the ground in the middle of the fight and ran to him. The two wizards reached their respective charge at the same moment, and locked eyes with each other as well. Instead of drawing their wands, they nodded briefly and picked up the motionless teenagers. Lucius Apparated away, while Remus carried Harry over to the Portkey area.

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Lucius reappeared at the border of the mansion's wards, confusing him for a brief moment. He felt a trickle of magic wrap around him and glanced down at his charge. Sensing something, he pulled the platinum mask and the face-cloth off. Zeke was staring blankly ahead, before her eyes suddenly rolled up, her body convulsing. As he watched, blood flowed from her nose, a trickle leaving her parted lips. He cursed quite vividly, realizing her magic was spreading thickly around him, her magic was no doubt interfering with his own. Cradling her closer, and noting she was now bleeding from her ears as well, he took off at a run.

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Voldemort hissed in pleasure, the raid was a success. He waited eagerly for the D.E. to return, wanting to speak with Zeke as soon as possible. He noted that most of them were already back, yet Zeke was nowhere to be seen. A sense of dread clenched his gut, a foreign feeling to him, yet he pushed it away, certain that she was merely held up. He continued to reason with himself until Severus Apparated in, pale and shaken.

"Tom! I can't find Zeke!" he gasped, almost hyperventilating. Crimson eyes widened as the Dark Lord shot to his feet, willing to go after his unusual subordinate himself. Before he could take two steps, the doors flew open, Lucius running in. Magic was surrounding him so thickly he was nearly obscured completely. He fell to his knees before Voldemort's throne, laying her trembling form on the ground, unclasping her robes and cloak. Blood had soaked through her shirt and down her pants, spreading as they watched to the ground. "Zeke?" Severus dropped heavily beside her, running his fingers along her body, trying to find her injuries.

"Da-ddy?" a strangled whisper breathed through frozen vocals. As though that was the key, her throat loosened, making them sigh in relief, momentarily. They understood why, she had magically frozen her vocal cords, seconds later. A high pitched shriek flared out, reaching such a high point that most covered their ears, and believed their heads would explode from the pain. The shriek subsided minutes later, and they soon realized why. Three bursts of magic appeared in a corner of the room, Tama, Lorraine, and Syriana running over to her. Oddly, Tama immediately backed away upon seeing her, dragging Lucius and Severus away with him.

"Tell them to leave!" Tama snapped at the Dark Lord, motioning to the staring D.E. Voldemort nodded, the D.E. Apparating away immediately, though some openly showed their curiosity.

"What's happening?" he demanded, moving a step closer to her.

"Her birthday is today," Tama hissed, backing further away, "she obviously encountered her mate, though I don't understand why she's changing like this. It was supposed to quick and relatively painless." A soft moan brought their attention back, as well as cut off their conversation. The two Arcani women had done something, stopping the blood flow and closed her eyes. Lorraine had shed both her and Syriana's robes. Zeke suddenly moaned softly again, rolling onto her side, hissing softly. Severus moved to go to her, but Tama hauled him back. "No! Stay back!" he whispered urgently. Severus made to protest, before gulping. Zeke had opened her eyes, and was pinning a stare on her father as well as the other males in the room. What was so terrifying was that her eyes were completely black, pure, unrestrained, devouring darkness. Voldemort shifted, causing her gaze to instantly lock on him. With a snarling growl, she shot to her feet, crouching like a cornered animal. Claws, at least an inch long, formed from her fingernails. Her large fangs bared, claws ready to swipe, it was no wonder Tama had hauled them back. Oddly, she was not even noticing Lorraine and Syriana, though they sat mere inches away.

"Lorraine, you're going to have to Shift," Syriana murmured firmly, her eyes locked ahead, not looking at her changing friend. Not a single muscle moved, she was so still it seemed as though she wasn't even breathing. Lorraine hummed in agreement; also looking away from her friend, but slowly placed her hands on the ground. Zeke's eyes flickered to her, but when Lorraine bowed her head, showing the back of her neck, she drew her eyes back to watching the men. Slowly, Lorraine pushed herself back, away from her friend, yet keeping her body between Zeke and the Dark Lord. Syriana's body was between Zeke and the other three men, blocking them slightly. With only a brief moment of hesitation, Lorraine began to tug at her shoes.

"None of you are to say ANYTHING, about what you see," she growled, blushing faintly. "Not one comment about my body, in fact, don't even look at me." Of course her threat made them have to watch what she was doing. The men blushed faintly, except for Tama, who whistled softly, when they realized she was stripping down. Her boots were tugged off, followed by her jeans. She tugged off the knee-high socks, then bent forward, tugging her red short shirt over her head, but keeping her neck bared to Zeke. The girl, having flickered her eyes at the other Arcani's movements, watched curiously, but unthreateningly.

Pausing after taking her shirt off, she reached behind her to unclasp her bra straps, slipping it off and piling it with the other clothes. Instead of moving to remove her last article of clothing however, she arched her back like a cat, purring softly. Zeke relaxed even more, allowing the nearly completely naked girl to crawl over to her. Lorraine bumped her head against Zeke's chin, then tugged off her boots and socks. That done, she removed her panties and banished them to the rest of the pile. Zeke waited patiently, as Lorraine backed up, then sat up on her knees. This revealed her, previously partly concealed body, nudity in full view. Draco, having just stepped in, blushed bright red at seeing her well-formed curves. Her skin was a golden tan, muscles were defined against her soft skin, her stomach was also muscled, just barely, but what shocked them, was when her eyes opened.

Previously a honey-brown color, they now were a dark gold and as they watched, a dark brown framed her eyelids. Arching at the outside corners, before dipping to halfway down her nose at the inside corner. Her nose became flatter, broader, and her lips thinned, her chin jutting out slightly. Her ears moved back, becoming larger and cat-like. Her body shifted, becoming lion-like, fur rippling down to cover her. Her fingers retracted and claws formed, as they became paws, her legs bending oddly to form the hindquarters of a lion. A tail sprouted, flicking slightly, as her hair flowed slightly longer, down to her shoulders into a mane. She still had humanoid characteristics in her face, chest and breasts, but beyond that, she was a lioness. Only one object remained with her: a heavy amulet with a red stone on a silver chain. It fell down to rest against her breasts.

"Wait," Tama whispered softly, "she's not done," They all caught their breath, she had arched her back, stretching her muscles, but also so the two wings that formed from her shoulder-blades could be released smoothly. Arching high up, then to the side, her wings were dark brown on the outside but a smooth white underneath.

"She's," Lucius paused, staring at her curiously.

"A Gynosphinx." Tama answered.

"Beautiful," Draco murmured, awed. The Gynosphinx stretched, then padded over to Zeke. The two greeted each other enthusiastically, Lorraine licking and washing Zeke's face happily. Spreading her wings, she curled loosely around the smaller girl (as a sphinx, she's a bit larger than a normal lion, and could probably carry two humans on her back). One wing covered her, the other tucked against a golden-brown side. Zeke snuggled into her, becoming oblivious of the others.

"Okay, everything's fine now," Syriana stood, smiling faintly at the others.

"Now will you tell us what's going on?" Lucius asked, irritated. Syriana sighed but nodded.

"You are aware that today is her sixteenth birthday? Right?" they nodded faintly, watching her curiously. "Well, her species become sexually mature on their sixteenth birthdays. They also need mates, you are aware of that, correct?"

"Yes," Voldemort grumbled, "she refused to take any mark before she found her mate for some reason."

"That's because they need to mark and be marked by their mate before any other binding marks." Syriana explained.

"But her Arcanus Mark! And that Tattoo!" Draco protested.

"The Arcane Mark is merely a representation of her own magic, Arcane's magic instantly calls a student's magic up to show what that student needs to learn as a core curriculum." Tama interrupted, "And for the tattoo, it's a friendship ritual. Not in any way a claiming or binding contract. So long as we remain friends, we can communicate with each other in ways no one else can. We're essentially, brothers and sisters in souls, mind, and body."

"Whereas the Dark Mark is a binding contract, showing Voldemort is the leader, Alpha, ruler, and other such, and the one who bears it, is a subordinate, follower, servant, slave." Syriana added.

"She's going to go through three stages: the first one, the one you just saw, was the Purifying Stage. She releases her magic, drops her glamours, but also leaves her mind momentarily. She cannot be near any males except her mate during that stage, otherwise she'll think they were trying to keep her from him, and kill them. Not in a nice way either." Tama shivered.

"She once attacked a stupid vampire, and we ended up arriving too late," Lorraine spoke, her voice husky with undertones of growling and purrs.

"She, first, castrated him with her claws, sliced open his abdomen, pulled his organs out, ripped his arms completely off, then his toes, tongue, and his throat. Then she finally pulled out his heart, still beating, and crushed it." Syriana described.

"What did he do?" Draco's eyes were wide and all the men were white.

"He didn't understand that when she says "No," then she really means "No," Lorraine chuckled deeply.

"What? You didn't think Zeke had her own rules or something?" Tama grinned. "She's got several rules that she NEVER breaks. And her morals, which there are a lot more than you may believe, she holds them high. Some things you don't argue with her, but rarely will she resort to violence. I think there's only two things that will in fact." Tama looked thoughtful.

"Her mate, and if Arcane is attacked." Syriana nodded. "I've only ever seen her get violent, and in a torture-mood, from those two topics. Anything else, she doesn't really care. She is quite complex though, don't get me wrong. You can say something derogatory about something she likes, one day, and she'll not react. But on another day, make the same exact derogatory comment, she'll lecture or slap the crap out of you."

"Okay, what about the second and third stages?" Voldemort asked, intrigued.

"Second stage: known as the Expansion Stage." Lorraine shifted, explaining, "her mind and magic shift to accommodate the goals she will have now that her heritage is awakening. How powerful do you think she is right now?" she asked abruptly.

"Nearly as strong as myself and Dumbledore," Voldemort stated, confused. The three Arcani immediately shook their heads.

"Change that to about one-fourth, it'll be more accurate," Tama explained. The wizards stared in disbelief.

"Impossible!" Lucius stated, disgruntled, "She's proven to have far more than that!"

"No, actually, how many times have you seen her use her magic?" Syriana asked softly. They opened their mouths, then blinked.

"She cast a spell on the Weasley brats," Severus started slowly, "but other than that, only to light her cauldron, or turn off the lights or such."

"That's because she doesn't have nearly as much magic as most second-year students, at Hogwarts," Tama stated, frowning.

"But she said her people are pure magic!" Draco started.

"Yes, you see, before her sixteenth birthday, she has very little magic, but afterwards, she'll have slightly less than Voldemort or Dumbledore." Syriana smiled faintly.

"But then how?" Draco looked so confused…Lorraine purred/chuckled, watching the Malfoy heir try to figure out her friend.

"Control," she murmured. The adults instantly had looks of recognition, but Draco looked even more confused.

"Control?" he repeated, clueless.

"She has unbelievable control over her magic, she can twist it and use very little of it to accomplish what she wants. She doesn't use her magic much because she likes to figure out other ways, to not depend on it. Several times our magic has been trapped, inaccessible to us, and always Zeke is the one who gets us through. Most are far too dependent on their magic, and should someone finally think of a simple solution, like binding their opponent's magic, instead of trying to stun or disarm them, their opponent is virtually helpless. That's the main core lesson we're taught at Arcane. Don't depend on one thing, be flexible, use a bit of magic, a bit of Muggle technology, some martial arts, and such, 99 of students who realize that, win their battles quickly." Severus had started nodding halfway through her explanation.

"The weapons," Severus breathed, "When Arcane was attacked, Zeke had several weapons on her when she went to defend it."

"Exactly," Tama and Syriana stated, Lorraine humming softly in agreement.

"And the third Stage?" Voldemort asked delicately. The Arcani instantly became worried, sharing looks.

"Biology Stage," Syriana murmured. "Her body will shift, becoming the true being she is, physical qualities at least."

"That's going to be the hardest stage," Tama kept his eyes on the ground, "It'll be like going through ten Cruciatus Curses and labor at once." The wizards paled, not nearly as much as when they mentioned the vampire being castrated, but still pretty pale. A soft yawn broke them from their trances. Zeke sat up, stretching her arms out as she arched her back delicately. Blinking her eyes, she peered over her shoulder at them. Though her eyes were still completely black, they sensed she wasn't going to attack any of them.

"The Second Stage, she could be like this for minutes or hours, we aren't sure." Tama murmured a spell, seats appearing for all of them while a curtained area gave them some privacy. Zeke stretched out her body, apparently stiff, yet she didn't speak to them. When one of them addressed her, she'd smile and shake her head. After nearly two hours, they noticed she was becoming slightly antsy. After the initial two hours, she'd become more and more fidgety every ten minutes that passed. After another hour and a half, she trembled and moved to leave the Gynosphinx's wing and forepaw. Lorraine, dozing before, immediately sat up and watched her intently. Syriana quieted, watching as Zeke began scratching at her arms and back. Tama held his breath, watching worriedly.

Lorraine suddenly growled, standing up and bristling her fur. Zeke, moving faster than before, made to run, but the sphinx was faster. Before any of the wizards could react, she had launched herself at the slim girl, snarling. Her two front paws slammed her into the ground, the claws slicing deep into her shoulders and back. Zeke hissed and whimpered, struggling to crawl out from under her, but ended up dragging Lorraine's claws down past her shoulder blades. Before the wizards could draw their wands, Lorraine leaned down and bit her shirt, tearing it off her back, then drew back.

Four shallow slices down each side of Zeke's spine trickled blood, but nowhere as much as they thought. However, as they watched, the muscles under her skin flexed, and tan-colored spots began to form, appearing on her neck and down her spine, like a leopard's spots. Zeke, released from Lorraine's pounce, sat up and began scratching desperately at her shoulder blades. Other changes began to occur: her fingernails became longer, slightly sharper; her hair grew slightly longer, a few streaks of dark blue appearing; light brown formed around her eyes, similar to Lorraine's; her canines lengthened into fangs, like a werewolf's; and lastly, her eyes went from pure devouring black nothingness, to black with dark blue split pupils.

Lorraine growled deeply again, but stayed her ground. Instead, Zeke whimpered and crawled to her, arching her back. A soft growl made Zeke lay on her stomach, as Lorraine flexed one front paw, releasing her claws. Nudging her friend with her nose, she offered her tail, wincing as Zeke bit down on it slightly. Bracing herself, Lorraine brought one claw down on Zeke's back, digging in deep and slicing a seven-inch gash over her shoulder blade. Zeke bit down, hard, trying to contain her screech. Lorraine hunched her shoulders, whimpering slightly at the pain in her tail, but sliced an identical gash on the other shoulder blade. That complete, Lorraine, having suffered yet another bite, moved over sluggishly towards Severus, laying on her belly and looking up at him pleadingly, whining softly.

"Give her a healing potion, and she'll love you forever," Tama advised, seeing the confusion. Severus nodded, pulling a vial out and gingerly pouring it gently on her tail. Lorraine laid her head down, letting him massage the salve into her poor abused tail. Zeke had bitten nearly to the bone on both sides. Nevertheless, Lorraine would do it again, albeit, probably more likely on a paw rather than her tail again.

Meanwhile, Syriana, who had just conjured several pillows, was tending to Zeke. The girl lay on her stomach, on a pile of pillows, clutching another pillow to her chest and head. Her eyes flickered before becoming their normal dark violet. "You okay Zeke?"

"No I'm not," Zeke's scratchy hoarse voice was met with a few jumps of surprise.

"What can I do for you?" Syriana pulled her hair back, tying it in a bun. Zeke blinked a few moments, thinking.

"Kill me now?"

"No,"

"Kill my dad?" (Severus paled)

"No,"

"Give me a sword?"

"No,"

"Give me a ----ARGH!" Zeke burrowed her head into the pillow, arching her back.

"Keep your muscles relaxed!" Tama and Syriana cried out.

"You try and keep your damn muscles relaxed!" Zeke screamed, as the skin on her back shifted, bulging out as something pushed against it. Tama and Syriana helped guide the bulges to the slices in her back, two masses of black feathers appearing. Another scream was wrenched from Zeke's throat as a few inches slid out of her back, revealing her wingtips. Black feathers with silver lining the edges of her flight feathers. Blood welled up, covering feathers, helping hands, and her back. Lucius made to spell the blood away when Tama yelled at him.

"No Magic! Not on her at least! You can get rid of it when its on the floor but not on her!" he hissed, gently holding the tip of her wing. It slid a few more inches out, then started sliding back in. "Zeke!" her muscles twitched before loosening, the wing sliding back out.

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Harry sat motionlessly on his bed, staring blankly into space. He had instantly recognized Adrian in Diagon Alley, yet the bond between them kept tugging at his heart. Adrian needed him, he knew this, desperately, yet he couldn't get to him. Harry, feeling tears build up, whimpered softly and laid down, clutching a pillow. Loneliness, a freezing cold, overpowered him, he felt like he was being ripped from the inside out, but worst of all, he felt his heart being shredded, little by little as he felt abandoned for the first time.

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Zeke panted softly, several screams of agony and a long hour had passed since she'd started her Third Stage, yet barely a quarter of her wings' length had gotten pushed out so far. Moaning, she dropped her head into the pillow and groped around for another. Before she could shove it on her head (to smother herself no doubt), a pair of hands yanked it away.

"You aren't smothering yourself, not while we're here," Voldemort snapped, dropping the pillow out of her reach. Tama and Syriana merely wiped the blood away, it had slowed to a trickle instead of welling up like a fountain.

"What do you want honey?" Syriana asked softly. Zeke pouted.

"I want to kill something,"

"No,"

"Disembowel?"

"No,"

"Maim?"

"No,"

"Kill my damned father for having sex with my mother?"

"No,"

"Damn,"

"Don't swear,"

"GODDAMNIT!"

"Gomen,"

"It's alright Zeke," Syriana waited a moment, watching the slumped figure of her friend. "Are you sure you don't want anything?" Zeke sighed and looked thoughtful for a few moments, then smirked evilly.

"Yes,"

"Nothing to maim, torture, disembowel, or kill?" Tama asked smartly. Zeke rolled her eyes, staring straight at Syriana.

"I want Remy and his mutt, here, right now."

"Are you certain?" Tama asked, worriedly.

"Yes," she growled. "I want them to see what my mother went through, it's the least they can do after what she did for them." Tama and Syriana looked at each other, hiding their fear.

"Alright, what do we tell them?"

"Nothing, just drag them here," she settled her head on her pillow, dozing off. Tama and Syriana nodded reluctantly, yet amusement was flickering around their smirks. Lucius and Draco were called over, the Malfoys taking a wing each.

"Okay, if you see it sliding back in, grab it gently, but don't pull. As you can see, there are still several inches in her back, make certain there is at all times. Don't let the wings go back in, but don't pull them all the way out either." Tama explained, as Syriana cleaned her robes of blood and slipped her cloak on. He be-spelled his own clothes before following his silver-haired friend out. The two Malfoys looked at each other helplessly, standing there awkwardly, holding nearly five feet of feathers, bones, and muscles.

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Two cloaked figures waited in the shadows, pouncing as soon as two others entered the room, then dragged them off, unhindered by their struggling and protests.

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Zeke was very bored. If you attend Arcane, or are reading this fic, you'll know that a bored Zeke, is quite amusing, so long as you aren't her target…

"Hey Voldie?" (Ha! Thought I forgot about him didn't ya!) The red-eyed Dark Lord, not knowing that he shouldn't present himself as a wonderful target for Bored Zeke, turned to look at her questioningly.

"Yes?" he asked, once she didn't say anything.

"Do you wear boxers or briefs?"

Silence.

Draco snickered.

Lucius snickered.

Severus covered his eyes and prayed that his only child had not just signed her own death wish.

Lord Voldemort, the most powerful Dark Lord in history, proved that his eyes weren't the only part of his body that could be blood red.

Zeke shrugged, and asked Lucius to call a house-elf for some grapes and cherries. Lucius did so, too stunned and snickering to protest. The elf popped in, looked strangely at the frozen tomato-red Dark Lord, shook its head, put the large bowl beside Zeke, and popped away, not wanting to know.

"WWWWWWWHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTT!"

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The two figures, have you figured out who they are yet, dragging their reluctant prisoners, froze as the shout echoed through the mansion. Then looking at each other, groaned and moved even faster, their prisoners sharing confused looks.

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Zeke ignored the fuming Dark Lord, too busy meticulously peeling each grape and then eating it, the peelings being dropped on the floor carelessly. The Dark Lord, having gotten over his embarrassment, was fuming because she refused to speak to him, and was completely and utterly ignoring him. Get it? No? Dark Lords, in general, absolutely hate being ignored.

She finally sighed and looked blankly at the grape in her hand, then looked across from her, past the Dark Lord. Her eyes lit up, her hand rose, and PLUNK! Lorraine growled, opening one eye and glaring at the innocent grape beside her paw. Yawning, she lifted her paw and SPLAT! No more innocent little grape. Zeke plucked another out of the bowl and flicked it, hitting her friend in the ear. The sphinx growled again, having just cleaned her paw of grape guts. When the third grape learned to fly through the air, it had a one-way ticket down Lorraine's throat, she having snatched it out of mid-air. Her tail flicked with amusement, as she was fed projectile grapes. Zeke paused a moment, grinning as she stared at the door. Four figures suddenly came through, two being dragged. Tama and Syriana dragged the two over and deposited them before Zeke. Remus and Sirius looked up confusedly, then blinked and stared at Zeke. She smiled cheekily, holding a grape between her thumb and pointer.

"Have you ever seen a grape fly?" she asked innocently. They shook their heads dumbly. "I have, I've also seen one go splat, and one that went down a lion's throat." She chirped. She suddenly tossed the grape past them, making them turn and spot Lorraine. The sphinx ate the grape before yawning, showing off her large canines. The two men stared for approximately a minute, before keeling over backwards in a dead faint. The others snorted, Severus reviving them moments after Tama and Syriana took pictures. (BLACKMAIL! MUAHAHA!)

"What the bloody hell!" Sirius shrieked, jumping away from Lorraine, who incidentally, just went back to sleep. Zeke rummaged around her bowl, popping the remaining grapes into her mouth, then grabbed a cherry.

"Welcome to my mansion," Voldemort said dryly. The two whipped around, paling when they saw the Death Eaters.

"How's everyone back at HQ?" Zeke suddenly asked, pulling the pit out of her mouth afterwards.

"They're okay, Adrian?" Remus looked at her in disbelief. Sirius blinked, then blinked again.

"When'd you become a girl!" he shouted, pointing at her partially revealed breasts.

"Never mind that," she waved negligently, "How's Harry?"

"Pretty shaken up, why are we here?" Remus asked, agitatedly.

"How shaken up?" Zeke looked anxious, staring at the two nervously.

"He's locked himself in his room, won't eat, sleep, and he won't talk to anyone, why?" Zeke began to struggle, trying to lift herself up. Tama and Syriana immediately rushed to pin her back down, just in time as her back arched, her wings sliding several feet out at once. Blood immediately gushed and splattered, drops hitting everyone and thing. She screamed softly, as her wings continued to thrash, tearing her skin more, as several more feet burst through. The rapid growth slowed, the wings revealing that they were halfway out. Zeke immediately slumped, unconscious from the agony. Every inch her wings pushed out, made every nerve ending burn and tear, reconnecting all over her body to accommodate the appendages. Not to mention the bones, ligaments, muscles, skin, and feathers that grew in seconds, like swallowing numerous Skele-Grow potions.

"Is she alright?" Remus dropped beside her, pulling her hair back and staring in horror at her back. After wiping the blood away, even the Death Eaters turned away in disgust and horror. The wings were bloody, and straining against the skin and muscles of her back, but what was horrifying was that her skin was literally ripping before their eyes; and, oddly, burns were surrounding and spreading down her sides.

"What's that?" Sirius questioned, swallowing thickly. Syriana gingerly stroked the skin around the burns, looking forlorn.

"When her race bleeds unwillingly, their blood becomes toxic, it burns like an acid, though it takes longer to destroy skin, than if it got inside someone."

"Their insides liquefy, slowly and painfully, and there is no cure." Tama finished, seeing Syriana's pale face.

"…" Zeke shifted, opening her eyes dazedly.

"Zeke?" Draco knelt by her head, petting her hair gently. His eyes widened in shock and surprise, when he realized tears were sliding down her cheeks. "Zeke? Please don't cry, I'm sure the pain is almost over," She whimpered, tucking her face in close to her shoulders.

"She's not crying from the pain," Lorraine murmured, tense. "She wants her mate, she needs him,"

"Well why don't we get him then!" Sirius snapped. Lorraine growled ferociously, on her feet in seconds.

"We Can't!" she snapped.

"Zeke wants her mate, but she would never allow him to see her like this," Tama spoke, tight-lipped.

"What do you mean?" Voldemort asked, frowning. The three Arcani shared looks, then nodded reluctantly.

"Adrian is bisexual," Tama started, "but Zeke isn't. She's, well, non-sexual I guess we can say. She wants nothing to do with sex, with men or women." Several eyebrows rose in disbelief.

"Zeke doesn't want her mate to see her when she's in female form, because she doesn't want him to desire her female form. If she were given the option, she'd be purely homosexual in her male form."

"Unfortunately, she can't be, her species need to breed, so she has to be bisexual in case her mate is a male or female."

"Tetras was able to choose, to remain a female because Severus is a heterosexual, he doesn't find men attractive at all. Her mate, however, is also bisexual, that's the only reason she hasn't permanently destroyed her female form yet."

"Wait, how do you know her mate is bisexual?" Draco interrupted.

"If he wasn't, then she'd be able to shift into her male form right now, instead of being in her female form." Tama said dryly. Lorraine's fur bristled slightly.

"Or, oh no!" she muttered. She whined softly and nudged her friend's ear, then turned sharply to look at Remus. "Look at her, and see if she has two bonds." She ordered, baring her teeth dominantly. Remus, a dominant werewolf, wouldn't usually allow someone to dominate him like that, but then again, since she was twice as large as his wolf form, he decided to humor her. His eyes went pure gold, like Zeke's had gone completely black. He cocked his head slightly as he studied her aura, then traced several bonds to several other people, before looking at Voldemort. His skin paled slightly, then he remembered the last time he'd studied Harry's bond with Adrian. HE knew that Adrian and Voldemort were also bonded together, but he didn't realize how the strings had twisted, forming a soul bond between all three men.

"Merlin's balls," he murmured. A strangled laugh crept from Zeke's throat, she slowly lifted her head up to peer at him.

"You've only now realized that?" she chortled, before hissing.

"You mean you knew?" Remus asked blankly.

"When you told me, that Voldemort gave Harry visions, I began to think that Harry's mate would also be connected to Voldemort, I just didn't think that he was mine." She leaned up onto her elbows, the pain having ebbed away a bit.

"You mean Potter and the Dark Lord are your mates?" Draco exclaimed.

"Duh," Tama, Lorraine, Syriana, Zeke, and Remus chorused, then looked at each other blankly.

"It's rare for a soul to be split in three, but there are other instances." Lorraine continued, sitting down and flicking her tail. Zeke's eyes went to her bowl of cherries, she ate all her grapes, and she immediately began rummaging through it again. Having picked out all the darker ones, she pouted and looked at Lucius pleadingly.

"Can I have some more?" she gave him the legendary puppy-dog-eyes. The blonde chuckled and called the elf, who happily refilled her bowl. She immediately popped a grape into her mouth, digging around the bowl once again. Tama chuckled, seeing she was returning to her relatively normal mood while being a female. She yawned suddenly, sitting upright; as her wings fully slid completely out, no blood flowed out this time. Sighing happily, she twisted her back and stretched the twenty-foot wings, before shifting back into her male form. Adrian, happily male once again, pulled his wings close and began nit-picking them. He plucked several feathers out completely, while straightening others. The feathers were pure black, though each had a sheen of dark blue, dark green, or dark violet. Lorraine slid beside him, licking his wings gently. She nodded her large head when Adrian looked at her pleadingly. Immediately his fingers began preening her feathers, plucking several feathers out. Bundling the feathers together, he tied them together gently with some string before giving the bundle to his father.

"No doubt you're dying over there," he teased, grinning brightly at his father, ultimately revealing his large canines. The others chuckled softly.

----- Several hours later-----

Adrian concentrated; his wings sliding painlessly back into his back. All that showed something had occurred were the two long scars running vertically down his shoulder blades. That down, he sheathed his claws, and drew his fangs back in slightly. Pulling a shirt on, he headed out to go see his mate.

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I'm sorry I didn't get this out sooner. But it is longer that all the other chapters. Well over 19 pages!

Here's a sneak preview though, and hopefully I'll get it out a lot quicker:

!Sneak Preview!

Adrian stared into the dark emerald green eyes, frozen completely. The innocence radiating off his mate was delightful, yet the wisdom, experience, and pain wafted in the air as well. His mate had gone through many trying ordeals already, was he going to be able to handle this one as well? To be bonded as soul mates to Adrian as well as the Dark Lord? One look at the determined eyes before him, confirmed it. As he moved to tell the Gryffindor, the smaller brunette moved, touching his lips and silencing him immediately.

"I know," he breathed, softly. He slid his arms around Adrian's neck and lifted himself delicately, brushing his lips against Adrian's, softer that the touch of a butterfly. Despite the gentleness, Adrian's body burned softly at the soft innocent contact. His arms wrapped gently around the small waist, holding the petite form against him as he pressed his lips firmer against Harry's. The older brunette opened his mouth willingly, slipped his tongue teasingly against Adrian's lip, before darting away. The young Snape nipped his bottom lip in retaliation, soothing it gently, then dipping his tongue inside his smaller mate's mouth. Fire and electricity combined, making both sigh in pleasure, yet they didn't hurry their pace, they simply tasted and explored their newfound closeness and emotions. Nothing could break the moment…

"BLOODY HELL!"

Except that…

!End of Sneak Preview!

Hope ya liked it!

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star7166: Thank you! -beams-

Dark-lil-devil: Well, I'm going to answer your second paragraph first, Adrian doesn't go on missions after this, Voldie was testing him to see if he really was strong and such, and besides, I needed Harry and Adrian to meet while Adrian was Zeke, so that his transformation would start. It was a necessary evil, but don't worry, Adrian didn't kill anyone, not even the idiot who got slammed three inches into a brick wall. -winces- ouch. And, well, Adrian does refuse to go on raids after wards, unless he himself suggests it. Next, yes it was so adorable! So Kawaii! And I love being unpredictable, so thank you! I totally agree, predictability is so boring, that's why I made Draco a bit OOC, he's so boring in the books it makes me cry sometimes. And, well, Harry does make a move on Adrian. In the next chappie. A rather large move, actually. Who knew he could be so aggressive? And Sev is not going to die, -rolls eyes- I loved Sev before I loved Tom, so no, he's not going to die. And I'm not a good angst writer. But, unfortunately for you, he is on Tommy-boy's side. Adrian instantly knew that Dum-dum was trying to control him, Harry realized that Dum-dum was controlling him, and Sev will be with his son, since they are the last of the Snapes.

insanechildfanfic: Thank you!

misswarchan: I've corrupted another one! Muahahaha... -cough, hack, choke- I can never do an evil laugh, -pouts- maybe I should ask Voldie for lessons. -blinks- That's actually quite interesting. INSPIRATION!

Branwen777: Another Review! -dances in joy- I absolutely love you! And no, I haven't had any tea, but I have had Dr. Pepper, which is almost as good. Sorry there isn't any interaction between Harry and Adrian, but the next chappie does, just for you! I included it, and the preview for you wonderful repetitive readers and reviewers. And, to be honest, -leans close- I'm curious to see how Harry acts around Voldie too. He figures it out before Adrian tells him, though. Aww! You have faith in me? That makes me feel guilty for not updating sooner, T.T. Yet it also makes me rather happy, that someone has faith in me. Hum. -grins- ARIGATOU! (which means thanks in Japanese, if you don't know)

theinfamousfaghag: I know, I don't have amny reviews but I treasure them! -huggles all the reviewers, past and present- Thank you very much, I really do appreciate your criticism. It's gotten me thinking on how to add more depth to my characters. I hope I explained a bit more in this chapter, Adrian's fears, and his own self-disgust and other faults. I really didn't mean to make it seem he was so powerful and had cool powers. He just had enormous control over magic, to help his more powerful mates control their larger auras of power. He's supposed to be the balance between them, who can absorb their magic when they can't handle it themselves. And thank you for the summary! I really suck at short summaries, if anyone checks my account, they'll see a long summary abut this story, but I can't seem to minimize it, and squish it together. So I really do appreciate it. Thank you again. Um, did you also realize you put down two pennames? -grins- Vanyel.

Aamaya: Another repetitive reviewer! Yes! And I updated at last, sorry btw, and I have no idea! -chirpy- Sometimes I get ideas just staring into space, or I'm thinking about another plot and all of a sudden I have an idea for another plot, and once, I got an idea sitting in the school bus. That actually was kinda scary...hmm. -shrugs- Other times I could be talking to someone and get an idea, or I'll read an interesting other work and form my own plot with hints of it; for instance, did you know this fic was actually inspiration from reading Jade Tatsu and Basutosai's works?

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