Hey everyone, the next few days are going to be a little hectic work wise so I wanted this out before hand. it isn't as long as the first two chapters but I did not want to continue the chapter further then where it was at. I hope you enjoy it! Some fun little plot bunnies are within! Thank you everyone who has followed, favorited and reviewed! It truly makes a writer's day and empowers them!

I don't own Harry Potter, otherwise he probably would have ended up with a male haha.

Truths Revealed

The sun had finally set. Tom had used all his remaining magic keeping the two of them warm. It took him two more hours to make it to the edge of the forest. He worried about the slender body that he held. The man weighed lesser than he had expected.

As the tall alpha exists the tree he is met with crowds of people and his entourage of loyal subjects that he always brings with him. Obviously, he had worried everyone when he didn't immediately leave the forest as the sun set. Something he has never failed to do. Smirking he walks into the shocked and silent audience.

"My lord?" Lucius approaches. Severus, Siris and Remus not far behind him. They all looked slightly anxious, though they were probably calming down now that he had arrived. Instead, they smooth their face, hiding their thoughts to the hordes of people around them. Their eyes, however, give them away. They burn with curiosity. Their lord holds a young man. Why?

"Yes, I have found my omega." Their lord states. A large smirk turns into a soft smile as Tom looks down at his mate. Harry sleeps peacefully. He is not aware of the crowd that erupts into hushed whispers and shocked cries. "We are weary, damp and rather cold. Take us to our tent, and ready a bath." Lucius who, like the other three, had his mouth hanging open at the announcement, snaps it shut. He glances at the guards.

"Keep our lord and his mate safe, I'll have the servants get the bath filled." He looks back at his lord, a rare bright smile on his lips. "Congratulations my lord." Tom nods in thanks. Lucius and the others are in awe at the softer look upon their lord's face, but they choose not to say anything.

"Yes, congratulations." Remus smiles warmly. The two dark haired men beside him repeat his words. Nodding in thanks, Tom begins to walk towards his home away from home. Wishing to get his new mate cleaned and put in a proper place to rest. He keeps Harry's face hidden from view. He wants to check him over for bruises and cuts before letting others see him. Harry is not weak, and he won't let others judge him as such.

They enter the tent, Remus and Siris stand guard outside. Within is a large, lifted mat near the back, it is covered in furs and pillows. A few chairs and a table are closer to the entrance. There is a small fire pit in the middle to keep them warm.

Beside the pit is a large wooden tub. It is separated by a wooden screen. Tom loves to bathe and makes sure he always brings it. Luckily, with his power, he can shrink and unshrink it at will. Others make do with the streams to bath while journeying. If they are luckier than their hosts allow them use of their facilities. They are rarely so lucky. So, Tom makes sure he is always prepared.

"Severus, bring some healing potions and salves, and get some food, simple cheeses, some bread and maybe broth." He doubts his mate will stay awake longer to eat more. He himself can feel his energy waning.

"Of course, my lord." With that Severus leaves, looking back curiously at his lord's mate, worried the man was hurt during the hunt, but knowing his lord was not an alpha to do such things. He wonders what has happened.

Alone again, Tom carefully lays his mate on a soft mat near the tub. He pulls the small bag that his mate had carried with him from his shoulder. He places it on the table. Lifting the boys' arms, he begins to undress him. He tries not to ogle the omega, as he does not want him to think him like the other alphas he interacted with today.

He will not force himself like that on the omega. They would mate of course, but when the boy is more comfortable. As he pulls the last article of clothing from his slightly shivering mate, he narrows his eyes in worry. The boy is way to thin. His ribs are slightly showing, and he notices some bruises that were older than the three days they had been within the forest.

Growling softly, he vows to get to the bottom of this mystery. He cannot help his fingers from slowly grazing a few week-old bruises along the man's overly obvious ribs. The young omega whimpers and pulls his body subconsciously away from the offending fingers. Tom sighs, and shakes his head, right now he should focus on getting them cleaned and warmed.

He undresses himself and carefully lifts the omega, stepping into the tub he lowers them down, laying the omega in front of him. Harry mumbles softly before curling into Tom's neck. Like all omega, he seeks his alpha's scent.

"Relax my darling," Tom smiles, letting his fingers comb through the messy locks of hair, silky to the touch. Let me take care of you."

"Hmm." A sleepy voice mummers. Tom takes his time, careful of the wounds and bruises. He slowly wipes away the dirt and grime of three days. The water they had fallen into must have washed much of the blood from their skins but not all of it, as the water tints to a slight pink. He pours some water on his mate's head, a quick wash. As soon as they are clean, he hears a voice.

"My Lord, I have what you requested."

"Come in Severus but be respectful."

"Of course, my lord." The healer enters and waits by the door for instructions. Tom has him hold out a towel for him, Severus does, looking towards the wall, for the omega's modesty's sake. He knows his lord does not usually care. As a healer it is more acceptable to see another's naked form but not if is not needed.

Tom hands over his omega, and watches as the other alpha gently covers his mate's body in the soft cloth. Satisfied and without reserve he stands up, Tom had never been that modest, especially to those he considers close friends. He grabs another cloth to dry himself, then some clothes. He picks up a long tunic for his little mate, he can sleep in that tonight.

He takes his omega from Severus and lays him on the bed, after a minute Harry lays there with Tom's shirt covering him. Tom gently brushes the wild hair from his mate's face. He hears a gasp.

"Severus?" He glances at the man, whose eyes were wide, tears shining in them. It's like he has seen a ghost. "Severus?" he asks again, worried, he had never seen the man react in such a way, not since he lost his family.

The man visibly shakes himself, breathing harshly. "Tom…I..." That shocks the alpha as the overly strict Severus rarely calls Tom by his name anymore, always trying to show his respect of Tom's title. It makes his lord worry more; this must be something rather upsetting.

"Relax Severus, take a seat." He motions for the man to sit, bringing one of the chairs over himself. He sits by his mate. "Speak when you are ready."It takes Severus several minutes. The man gets up and even paces a few more minutes, before he sits, lets out a deep breath and amazingly asks a strange question.

"What color are his eyes?"

Tom just stares. He had not expected that. Blinking he answers. Knowing the man was not one for asking things for no reason.

"Green, like no green I've ever seen." He admits. The other man pulls in a deep breath and closes his eyes. Severus keeps his eyes closed as he continues.

"Can you see a mark?" He whispers, "on his forehead." Tom narrows his eyes again, before gently lifting the hair out of his omega's face. He inhales. A lone red mark slashes across skin. It had been covered by the boy's wild hair and the muck of the forest. It looks almost like a lighting bolt.

A mark of the fay, of the forest people. Every once in a long while, a child is born with such a mark. They have great power and connection to the world. Tom breaths in deeply. He had only ever known one other child to have born with it in their lifetime.

"Why did you ask what color his eyes were Severus." He asks his healer. "What does the color mean?"

"Green like emeralds, dark and fay like, almost like the trees themselves decided to take root there?" Severus asks his own question back.

"Severus…. what is this about?" Tom takes Harry's hand and squeezes it tightly. Severus does not look at Tom when he reopens his eyes, no he looks at Harry, and tears fall.

"The eyes of his mother." He says brokenly. "I thought I had lost him, I thought them all gone, but here he is, he's alive."Tom is a smart man, and it does not take long to figure it out. His own eyes burn, as he knows what this means for Severus, his dear friend. He looks at his mate, sees the wild hair so common to James, clearly remembers the green eyes that matched Lily's gaze, and the distinct chin and ears that resemble the man sitting beside him.

"My son survived." The heartbreaking emotion was not surprising. The sobbing was not either.

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Harry felt warm, he smelled cinnamon, something he always associated with Molly, Arthur and his adoptive family. Molly had a gift at making the most delicious deserts. He shivered, there was another richer scent, like wet earth after a storm. It felt like he had come home, like he was in a pleasant place that could not hurt him. He curled into that smell. He noticed that something warm was under him, wrapped around him. It felt so nice. He had never felt so safe. His eyes flew open. He had never felt this way before!

Heart pounding Harry realized he was laying on someone! His body jerked into flight mode, and he attempted to escape, to run from this strange unknown place. An arm, that had been wrapped around him, hauled him back, he snarled at whoever it was. He heard a growl back, then he was dragged against a stronger built body, his face pressed against a neck. The cinnamon and rich earth aroma invaded his senses. He shivered, still putting up a token of defense, even as his instincts screamed safe.

Teeth bit down on his neck. His body relaxed instantly, he fell limp against the form that held him, whimpering and confused but no longer thrashing.

"Shhh," said a deep baritone voice. "Relax my darling." Tom. Harry thought, vaguely. He whimpered again and felt long fingers slip through his hair. He had a hazy recollection of the man doing this once before, but he could not place the memory.

"No one is going to hurt you here, your safe, I'll protect you." Tom continued to soothe. Eventually, after many more softly spoken words, Harry relaxed. He felt his heartbeat slow, and he was able to take in his surroundings.

They were in a rather well-furnished tent, made from good skins of different large animals. He was glad the space was not freezing. They obviously had warming runes imbedded or charmed into them. The fire in the middle of the enclosure may have had something to do with it, but it was too comfortable to be just that. A table and three chairs set nearby; his bag was laying on top of the table he could see.

A ridiculously large tub for travel was on the other side of the tent, slightly blocked by a wooden divider. Rugs and blankets littered the floor and gave the room a rich and comfortable feeling. Tom and he were laying on a raised sleeping pad, with many furs and pillows. All in all, he was surprised at how homely, if not a bit ostentatious, the place felt. The sleeping pad was one of the most comfortable things he had ever laid on, even if he was sharing it with Tom.

His face flushed at this realization. Only now realizing where he was, and who he was laying with. What happened last night? He worried.

He carefully pulled back, Tom allowing him some space, though the alpha kept his hands on his arms loosely. Harry would not look at him, but instead he took stock of how he felt. He was somewhat sore, mostly from overusing his muscles and fighting yesterday. He still felt somewhat tired, but not heavily exhausted. He was hungry but that did not worry him. He had often gone hungry.

His eyes opened wider when he realized he was only wearing just a long tunic, nothing else. Face instantly red, he glared up at the man beside him. The alpha smirked, hands coming up in a "I'm innocent" gesture.

"We didn't do anything of a sexual nature if that is what is worrying you pet." Harry's face went deeper red at the blatant declaration. He looked away from the smirking idiot and thought more on how he was feeling.

Honestly, he didn't feel 'sore' anywhere he shouldn't. So he was prone to believe the jerk, though he still was not happy he was wearing what was probably the tall alpha's clothes. A sudden thought occurred to him. He glowered up at Tom again.

"Who changed me? "He snapped. Then realized something else. He lifted his hands and noticed how clean they were, he was clean all over, not just his hands. Flushing in mortification he growled. The alpha didn't look an inch apologetic.

"I couldn't very well have you covered in dirt, blood and algae now, could I?" Tom asked seriously, a shit ending grin spread across his face. Harry pulled back and punched him in the stomach. It was weak, and rather pathetic considering how he felt but the alpha had the decency to pretend to feel it.

He even let an "oof" sound escape.

"Did you bathe me as well?" Harry crossed his arms. Eyebrow raised. Tom just smiled.

"I wouldn't let others look upon you without your assent, unless it was a healer." He explained. Harry flushed, huffed and looked away again. He did not know what to think about that.

"What…what do you want from me?" He breathed. He hated his stutter, he hated that he was afraid. The man was an alpha. Harry knew not all alphas were like Piers, like those other three horrible men.

However, at this moment, he could only feel the hands grabbing, the ground slamming into his body. He could hear the laughter and taunting of the alphas. He remembered how the helplessness invaded him. He remembered how they had smelt, full of lust and danger. He recalled their eyes, that were sickly full of greed.

He could feel the tears welling and he forced them back with all his will power, but he could not hide the way his body shuddered.

He felt his wrist being grabbed, he pulled half heartly, knowing the alpha would get his way. Harry could not keep the fear down however, he trembled involuntarily. Alpha's who had claimed an omega wanted one specific thing, and it terrified Harry more than it ever had.

Fingers gently lifted his chin. He fought back his panic. Harry found himself looking into warm ruby eyes.

Tom was looking at him concerningly. The alpha sighed. Harry felt himself being pulled forward, he closed his eyes, not fighting, his body too weak to do so anyways.

However, Tom did not force Harry down onto the bed. Instead, Harry squeaked as he was dragged into the others lap and…cuddled. Tom, their lord and leader was cuddling him. Fingers carded through his hair once more.

"Darling, I ask nothing you don't willingly give." He nuzzled Harry's neck, right over the bite. "I am not so lowly an alpha to force himself on his mate." Harry flinched. He was not sure if it were the meaning of the words, or the shame he felt at thinking their leader would be so heartless. Maybe, he reasoned, it was a little of both.

"I just…I didn't mean- "Harry trembled. Fingers continued to slip through his curls. Harry abruptly remembered when he had felt this before. Last night, while he was gently bathed, Tom had done so to calm him. He remembered the man had not touched him improperly at all. Shame filled him even more.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, chokingly; tears were burning his eyes even more than before. He didn't understand how this man could bring so much emotion out of him, though maybe it was because no one had ever treated him with such care.

"Nothing to be sorry for pet, you faced a horrible situation, you are just now reacting, and it will take time." Tom said supportively. "Whenever you need me to take care of you, I will." A hand slowly rubbed a circle across Harry's back. Soothing his nerves. "Now, let it out, I know you were scared." Harry gasped out a sob.

He wasn't used to this, he never allowed others to see him cry, not since he was very young. Not even Molly had seen him cry since he was 7. He had long bottled these weaknesses up tight. However, Tom was his alpha, and his instincts were strongly demanding to trust him, to let the man care for him this time.

Before either man knew it, Harry was gripping the alpha with all he had, his sobs and cries echoing throughout the enclosure. Tom just held his mate through it all. He wasn't condescending. He would whisper encouragement from time to time, but mostly he just held Harry. Which surprisingly was all the omega wanted.

After a while Harry felt marginally better. Although his emotions were wrung out and his body drained again, his fears felt abated for now. His alpha was keeping them at bay with soft words and gentle touches of his hands. The smell of cinnamon and wet earth brought him back to the feeling of safety.

"Tha-thank you." Harry said sappily, a blush adorning his face. He wasn't sure he could trust the alpha completely yet, regardless of his instincts screaming it was ok. However, he had never felt safer, and for now that was fine.

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The omega had a lovely flush to his cheeks, it was rather charming, thought Tom. However, the fact the boy had needed to let go, and cry had infuriated him. Not because he needed to comfort the omega, no he was more than happy to take care of him.

What enraged tom were those other alphas. He wanted to kill and torture those who had dared to harm his mate. He pushed those thoughts away, brushing his fingers gently over the pink tinted skin. Harry needed him more now.

Tom was highly suspecting that his little mate had been long overdue for that episode. It wasn't healthy for anyone, especially an omega, to keep their emotions at bay so long. He would need to find out why. Starting with why the boy was skin and bones and covered in rather old bruises.

"Its fine darling." He let his lips curl into a soft smile. He lightly kissed the top of the omegas head. Relishing in the flush this caused to once again reappear on his mate. "For now, we need to get some food into you, and allow you to change?"

Harry blinked, looked down, blushed harder and then looked promptly irritated at himself for doing so. Tom smile widened. He already adored the younger man.

"And…where exactly are my clothes?" The raven rolled his eyes, looking around. Tom pointed to the chair near the table. On it were both their robes, immaculately cleaned and folded. They would both need to wear them for the next part of the ceremony. When he met with Harry's family, and again when they returned to Hogwarts and met with Tom's family.

Tom wondered what the boy's family were like, mostly because the bruises and emotions the boy depicted were sending him into a protective mode. He couldn't help the curl of his lips at the thought of what he would do if it were his 'family' that had harmed him.

"I had them repaired and cleaned, yours were not the only ones that needed refreshing. I did get dropped into mud, tangled by devils snare and soaked to the bone while wearing them." He teased. Harry just smirked at him.

"Well, you wanted to hunt me, you had to face the consequences." Harry looked highly amused and not the least bit worried that he had magically forced his would-be mate to deal with a deadly man killing plant. Tom was delighted the boy was recovering himself quickly. He felt he wouldn't get bored with Harry anytime soon.

"Quite." He snarked. Harry stood, flushing but walking confidently to his robes, he took his set, and walked behind the divider to change, Tom was proud of his strong mate. Though disappointed he would not get to see the tan skin again so soon. Harry was gorgeous to him.

After they had both cleaned themselves up and dressed in their robes again, they sat at the table and had their late lunch. Tom had allowed his omega to sleep in for awhile today. Harry had glared at him for that and said he was perfectly fine. Tom merely reminded him that he had someone to take care of him now and to get used to it.

Harry's response had been to stick his tongue out at him. The alpha really had no reply, he had never had anyone do something like that. Yes, he certainly would not be bored.

"My lord." A voice called. Tom glanced over at Harry who had taken a deep breath.

"A moment." He called back.

"Harry," the omega glanced back up at him. "There are some things we need to discuss. First, I wish you to get looked over by a healer," He raised his hand when the omega went to speak. "I'm aware of your strength, I quite enjoyed it yesterday, however you were injured, frozen in a lake and attacked. Yesterday." He emphasized the last word. Harry groaned, nodding assent.

"Plus…I noticed some older wounds, and I want to make sure you are well." He admitted. Harry flushed, looking away. His hand curling around the cloth of the table set. "I am also concerned about your weight." He finished. Harry glared down at the table now. Tom could see his ears were very red at this point. Sighing he stood, kneeling at the omegas side.

"Harry, Harry, look at me." It took a moment, but the omega eventually looked down at him. His eyes were guarded but Tom could feel the waves of unease and…shame? He shook his head; his omega should never be ashamed.

"You are not weak, nor do I believe easily cowed. I think you're a beautiful strong creature, I do not want you thinking differently, understood." Harry's eyes had enlarged, his blush intensifying. He nodded however, and Tom smiled up at him.

"Just humor me, please?" He did not want to force Harry to do anything, but this needed to happen at some point. Tom's alpha instincts were on high alert already. They were newly bonded, and Tom would have been overly protective for a while.

However, the four disgusting alphas who attacked the omega only yesterday, not to mention the thinness of his mate and the bruises, were all contributing to his instincts even more. He was gratified when Harry merely gave a short begrudging nod. Satisfied he stood.

He walked out of the enclosure then, telling Harry to give him a few minutes. The omega merely shrugged and continued to eat his lunch.

Outside Tom came across his potion's healer. Severus looked mostly put together now. If slightly paler then usual. Shockingly, beside him was Siris. The black-haired beta had his hand on the alpha's shoulder in support. Tom blinked but smiled at them. He hoped that the two men would take this chance to become closer.

"Severus, good afternoon, I hope you slept well?" He glanced over at Siris who nodded. He knew that it had taken all of Severus's strength to leave last night. He knew the man probably took some type of potion to both calm himself and properly sleep. He must have joined Siris before sleeping though, if the two men were here together.

The guarded hope in both men's eyes was very telling. He felt slightly guilty for what his next words were going to be, but his mate came first.

"Now I understand this is difficult. However, Harry is very…" He tried to think of a word that was appropriate. "Fragile just doesn't fit but he is in a spot of confusion and fear."

He had talked to Severus about his worries last night, the bruises and the fact the boy had so little weight on him. The man had not taken that very well. How could he? However, now was not the time to bring up the past. Harry would be conserved as it was.

"We understand my lord," Severus sighed. "We just wanted to see him, alive and well." To make sure he is real went unsaid.

"We can take the time to ask him questions about where he has been later and explain who we are then."

"We don't want to overwhelm him." Siris agreed, he looked like a kicked puppy. Tom almost found it amusing. He wondered how long it took Severus to convince the man. Nodding, he allowed the two into his enclosure.

"Harry? I have brought my healer."

He watched as the three dark haired men locked eyes with one another. Guarded curiosity shone from green. Hopeful excitement from silver and warmth and carefully concealed worry from black. Tom stood by his mate and waited.

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Harry stared up at the three men as they approached. Tom came right over to him. Smiling and strangely clingy, as what Harry was coming to deem the usual. The alpha's hands landed on Harry's shoulders.

Harry's eyes went from the excitable silver ones of the beta to the somewhat familiar dark ones of the alpha. Harry had a strange thought tickle the back of his mind. Those dark eyes seemed remarkably familiar, though he did not know them from anywhere. Waving those odd thoughts, he smiled in welcome.

"Good afternoon gentlemen." He greeted. They both froze, then the healer nodded.

"Good afternoon lord consort." The man bowed his head slowly. The omega blinked as the silver eyed man copied him.

"Lord consort?" Harry gawped, glancing at Tom who was looking highly amused. "Oh no, just call me Harry!" The omega ordered. His face red again. Darn he hated that he blushed so easily. Both men stared at him. Glaring Harry gave them stubborn looks.

"If you must call me that, then do it when in public but I won't answer in private to anything but my name." Their open mouths were rather humorous if Tom's deep chuckle was anything to go by.

"Trust me gentlemen, he is tenacious enough to really ignore anyone who doesn't listen to his requests." The two stared at their lord slightly non plussed. Siris recovered faster.

"Harry it is then!" He crowed. "Siris at your service!" He bowed comically, which made Harry snort.

"Nice to meet you."

"Severus," said the sterner of the two, he approached, gently took Harry's hand and bowed lowly. Harry blinked. He knew as the consort and as an omega, this was a proper greeting, but no one had ever bowed to him so respectively, or as gently "At your service." Harry realized that the man had a remarkably deep and silky voice. He wished he could sound like that one day.

Clearing his throat, Harry repeated his greeting to the man. The healer, now known as Severus, rose, and his eyes seemed to look at him almost hungerly. Harry wondered if he should be afraid of this alpha, but he did not get the same feelings he had from the hunger in the eyes of the other alphas. No this was something else, and oddly it did not frighten him. Made him confused, but not frightened.

"I would like you to do a proper scan Severus." Tom interjected, causing Harry to curl his shoulders, he was not looking forward to this at all. He felt his alpha's hand squeeze his shoulder gently, warmth spread, and Harry sat straighter.

The alpha had promised that he did not believe that Harry was weak. He thought Harry strong and…beautiful. Harry wasn't sure of the last, but he was strong, he could never be anything less growing up as he had.

Severus never took his eyes off him as he raised his hand. A soft blue light encased Harry. He looked on in wonder. He had never seen healing magics like this. Of course, he rarely went to a healer. He gasped at the feeling. Like a warmth traveling from his toes up through his legs, across his stomach, down his arms, up his neck and over his skull. He shuddered. It felt very weird.

"Apologies, it is an odd feeling when one is not used to it." Severus supplied; his eyes slightly narrowed in concentration. Harry just shrugged. He wouldn't know anything about it after all.

After a couple minutes Severus released the magic, nearly collapsing. Siris grabbed him before he fell, gently keeping him on his feet and walking him over to one of the chairs. He stood behind it, and Harry noticed, the beta kept one hand on the alphas neck. Harry stared, he knew alphas and betas could mate, it did happen, but he had never seen it. He strongly felt the two were either mated or involved by the way they were acting.

"You were not cared for as a child." The voice of the potion's healer was sad, almost too sad. His deep silky voice going a shade deeper, as though his throat had closed. Harry just looked away from the three tall men. He took solace in his mate's warm hands, softly stroking his shoulders.

"I made do, fed myself if that's what you mean." He knew it wasn't, that there were other things the man probably found.

"Harry," for some reason the man's voice pulled at the omega's heart strings, he looked up. Overly shiny eyes stared back. Full of emotion Harry could not place. "Whoever had you, they neglected your needs, as a child they should have cared for you, and..." Harry shook his head.

"I didn't die." Th man jerked, as though slapped, which confused Harry. He shook it off. Maybe all healers got heavily involved. "I'm alive." He insisted.

"Did they…" This time the man seemed to struggle. "Did they leave you all alone, the ones who…raised you?" Harry could only stare back, no one had ever asked him such a personal question. He felt raw and exposed. As an omega, being alone was a horrible existence. He had always known, yet ignored this need for company, for companionship. He knew he would not get it.

It wasn't until he was six and met Molly's family that his loneliness was somewhat averted. In all honesty, if he had not met them, he probably would have died. Omegas weren't made to be alone. They suffered internally. Harry shivered and looked down.

He nodded, knowing how it must look. He was dragged into an embrace. Tom cradled him to his chest. A soft growly purr erupting from the alpha's chest.

"Never again!" He stated. "Never again will you be lonely." He heard an angry growl, looking around his alpha's shoulder he saw the other alpha being grabbed by Siris. The beta was trying to calm him down.

Harry smiled. These three men barely knew Harry, yet they did not want him to be lonely. He felt a deep affection for these near enough complete strangers. He enjoyed the embrace a few moments before pulling himself from Tom,s embrace. The man let him go reluctantly.

Harry could tell the tall stern healer was taking this extremely hard. It was possible he knew just how badly an omega was affected by such an act of cruelty. Perhaps he was just overly emotional. Harry wasn't sure, but he felt for the man and wanted to make sure he understood something.

"Sir," The stern alpha glanced at him, Harry was somewhat taken aback by the pain in the man's eyes, almost mirrored in the silver eyes beside him. Gulping, Harry straightened his back and stared right into those pained gazes, showing he meant every word of what he was about to say.

"I was lonely at times, but then I found my own family. They were kind friends to me and often gave me what I needed. I had a mother figure, and a father, and brothers and sisters. I made friends and they watched out for me." He took a big breath, "So do not be sad, or worried. It wasn't ideal but I was happy with the ones who cared for me."

Severus breathed deeply; his hands fisted at his side. After a couple moments he nodded, and resettled onto his chair, motioning for Harry to do the same. Once seated the room was filled with silence. Not as unpleasant as it could be but still not comfortable.

"Emotionally, they did neglect you. They also seemed to have neglected proper sharing of sustenance if we go by your weight, however I do have one other worry." Harry sighed, motioning for him to continue.

"Who gave you the other bruises and broken bones Harry?"

Harry gazed back, then exhaled softly, knowing this would not go well with the men in the room.

"They called it Harry hunting."

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So what do you think of Snape being Harry's third parent? I had that planned from the beginning. I wonder how many figured it out? Let me know what you think! The fay thing will all be explained later on!

Till next time!

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