On Friday, May 18th, 1996, Harry woke up in a cold sweat. Victoria's smile was in his mind's eye, a baby's wails were echoing in his mind's ear. He glanced over at the empty side of the bed next to him before he rose.

Vlad had turned 16 two months ago, coming into his mousy inheritance. His mousy inheritance included a mate. That mate had just so happen to be his beloved Mason. Mason may have been gone from his bed for the past two months, but he still awoke at night and in the morning, looking for his old lover. He saw Vlad and Mason every day. He didn't tell either of them how he truly felt. He would find a way to deal with it.

Harry ruffled his hair before moving over to his dresser and got dressed in his school uniform and glanced at his alarm clock. It was 3:03 am. He had graduated from most of his old classes and was on an entirely different schedule now. His classes didn't start until 9:30 am.

He decided to go for a walk, pulling on his boots before leaving his dorm room. When he got outside, he was plagued with memories of Mason and closed his eyes. He wanted to go for a walk but not on the school grounds.

A park that Athena had taken him to in Boise popped in to his mind's eye and he apparated there. He sighed in relief at the familiar scenery and smells of the nearby rose garden that had absolutely no affiliation with Mason whatsoever.

Harry hadn't even taken two steps when he found himself pinned to the ground, a sharp pain erupting in his neck, and a shadowy figure was draped over his body in a way that was very similar to Mason's when he instigated intercourse. Harry froze instantly as the memory of Victoria flooded into his mind, the fear of being rushed into the front of his mind. Just like whenever Mason tried to insitgate intercourse without saying their safety word.

"You fool! He's a wizard!" a nearby person snapped, kicking the person on top of Harry off of him. A very beautiful woman with silver eyes peered into his eyes. "Damn it all! He's already lost too much blood." she growled.

"I'm sorry master!" a man whimpered in a desperate manner. The woman cast him a death glare.

"Silence!" she snarled before turning back towards Harry. "Choose. Death or forever cursed?"

Harry, in that moment, realized that it wasn't Vlad's fault that Mason was his mate, and that Mason was right for Blad, not him. Besides, he wasn't ready to die yet. He had things he wanted to do, and people he wanted to see before he died. For example, he wanted to know why Remus never came for him when he was little. He had a good idea as to why Snape hadn't, but he wanted to know why Remus never did.

"Life." Harry whispered before he blacked out, never feeling the weakness from the blood loss, the fear of being raped still paralyzing his entire body.

What Harry didn't know was that the reason why he had been awoken that night was because of the birth of a strong, healthy, baby boy who was born to a rapist. A psychopathis rapist, whom was it's mother.

The psychopathic rapist, also known as Victoria Polkis, had named her child Harold James Potter Junior.