Okay, I'm back and I'm sorry if I offended anyone last time with my rant. I needed to vent my frustrations at life and that just… happened. This chapter went in a different direction than I thought it would, but I am rather pleased with it. Let me know if you agree or not.

CH. 9

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Harry sighed, exhausted, as he fell face first onto his bed. It had been such a long day. With Vampires, Lifemates, parties and Mages, he had been going nearly nonstop.

It was almost sunrise now and long past when Harry would normally be asleep already, but he couldn't get his mind to properly shut down.

He knew that he had agreed to talk to Markus, but he was so bloody nervous about it. He might just put it off for a few days… just to give himself time to think about this weird situation he found himself in.

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He stood outside of the house, staring intently at the mountains. Something in that direction was calling to him, and had been for a few days, but he couldn't figure out what it was. All he knew was that it wasn't Vampire, and it wasn't Mage. It didn't feel…Evil. Other than that he had no idea what he was picking up.

It had been a few days since the party, and he had yet to talk to Markus about the Lifemate situation. But that wasn't important at the moment. What was important was figuring out what he was feeling in the mountains.

With a reluctant sigh, he started following the pull. His parents were going to kill him when they found out about this. Currently it was the middle of the day, so anybody who would try to stop him was asleep… except Drusilla and Santino, but they thought he was still asleep in his room.

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He had walked and hiked for several hours, until the sun had started to go down, but he paid little attention to the lateness of the hour. When it got dark enough that he couldn't see anymore, he lit his wand and continued walking.

'Harry where are you?' The concerned voice of his father echoed through his head.

'I am searching.' He responded in a monotone.

'For what, might I ask?'

'It. I will return after I find It.' He said, still in monotone.

'Harry. Tell me where you are and I will accompany you. We are in Vampire and Mage territory. It is unsafe.'

'The search must be made alone or I will not find It.' He vaguely heard the ancient sigh in resignation.

'I will check in every half hour.' Harry did not respond, so focused on his search that he hardly heard the man.

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Several more hours passed, as he hiked silently up the mountain. The pull had been getting more insistent the further he went, so he knew he was getting closer.

Abruptly, he stopped. He was there. He closed his eyes, feeling the mountain. There it was. He was right on top of it.

Following his instincts, he sliced a deep gash in his palm and let the dark blood drip onto the rocks in front of him. The mountain gave a great shudder and the earth before him gave way to reveal a set of well-lit stairs.

Without hesitating, he started heading down. After about ten minutes he reached the bottom and saw that he was in a small room.

The room was obviously manmade, carved in great detail, looking like a frozen garden. It was entirely empty, save for a table that had been carved out of the ice. Looking closely at the flowers caved so reverently into every surface of the room, he saw that every single one of them was a Lily. Even the table was covered with the small, detailed carvings. His breath caught as he had a sudden thought as to why he had been called here.

Upon the table was a single, leather-bound book. It too had lilies adorning the cover. Next to the book was a potions vile full of a dark scarlet liquid.

He stared at the book for several long minutes before approaching and opening it to the first page. It was a letter to him… from his Mother.

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"My Dearest Hadrian,

If you are reading this then I am no longer part of this world. James and I tried our best to protect you, but I fear that didn't go according to plan. If I know the Headmaster as well as I think I do, he will have placed you with my horrid sister and her family. I am sorry. In my will I stated that you were to be placed with Severus Snape.

If you are now reading this, then you are in the Carpathian Mountain Range and have met your Mate. I put certain stipulations into the wards, which would call to you if you ever found them. The real reason I am writing, My Dear, is to tell you about your past. While James and I love you with all our hearts, you are not really our son. We found you, while we were on our honeymoon in that part of the world. We couldn't find it in our hearts to leave you at an orphanage, so we brought you home and blood adopted you (the vile is the reversal potion). Despite, not being ours biologically we love you as if you are.

The condition in the wards about finding your Mate is because you are descended from some type of creature. We never did figure out what creature that is, but we learned that you have a Mate. If you decide to drink the reversal, your blood will call your Mate to you and bind you together, irrevocably. If you hadn't already met them, this would possibly have bad effects.

This book is a diary for you to write all your many thoughts in, and to hopefully come to peace with this situation. The first few pages are written by me, about the days before we adopted you. Hopefully this will give you some clues as to who you are.

I want you to know that no matter has happened in your life, we are proud of you, and always will be.

Live life the way you choose, Hadrian, and be happy.

With all our love,

Lily and James Potter (your parents)

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He stared at the letter several long minutes and then reread it. He had been adopted? What the hell? This was all so messed up.

He didn't know who he was anymore. Apparently he was an unknown creature, and had been abandoned as a baby. Did his real parents not want him for some reason? Was he that much of a freak?

With a frown, he picked up the book and then the vile. He looked around the beautiful room and then heaved a great sigh. He turned and walked up the stairs, confused tears running down his cheeks.

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He had apparated strait into his room, and sat staring at the book for several long minuets. He reread the letter another few times, trying to make sense of what he was feeling. He was so conflicted.

James and Lily had loved him enough to blood adopt him. That told him that they hadn't been faking. But… who was he?

"Harry?" Francesca asked as she opened the door. "What's wrong?"

"I… don't know who I am anymore." His breath hitched as he started crying again. She wrapped him in her arms.

"Oh Darling, you are exactly who you are supposed to be. Whatever has happened doesn't have to change that."

"Yes it does… The Potters weren't my real parents. They found me, in this area, abandoned. I don't know where I came from or who my real family is, or who I am. They blood adopted me, so I don't even know what I really look like!"

"Harry, you are our family. Gabriel and I see you as our son and Skylar sees you as her brother. It doesn't matter who your real parents are because you have never met them. All that matters is that you do what makes you happy."

He nodded slightly, not sure if he really believed her or not.

"Come on Harry, you must eat something. I know you haven't eaten since yesterday."

"Alright."

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End Chapter 9.

Yes it's short, but it's an update.

I sat down to write this chapter and had a sudden burst of inspiration. Make harry adopted. It gave me a whole other story arc idea. I don't know how long this will actually end up now, other than longer than I planned.

I know you were all hoping for some Harry/Markus interaction, but I couldn't figure out how to fit that in. I will try for next chapter. We will have to see what strikes me next week.