DISCLAIMER: Fuck you to all those who wish sue me! I'm so bloody tired of these long ass, pointless disclaimers that entail me not owning anything, Fuckers... smirk

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I'll explain when I have more time!

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Where were last left off...

"Stop this nonsense at once," she hissed out, waving a hand at the two of them. Draco flew from Harry in a hard jerk, the Golden Boy falling to the floor, as he was slammed harshly against the charmed ceiling. The band stopped playing and the dim lights brightened to show two long, black wings protruding from their new professor's back, similar to Harry's and Adam's though leathery. The first year stood from his seat at the sight of his mother.

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Chapter Twelve

"Mother!" he exclaimed, Liana's eyes snapped to his own, "what in heaven's name are you doing?" He jogged to Harry, wings spread to block the unconscious boy from view.

"It's forbidden!" she screamed, waving her hand once more. Adam raised his forearms and his body jerked but he did not move.

"It's his choice!" he yelled back. Draco remained pressed against the ceiling, a weight holding him there.

"You are of my clan and I order you to move," she said firmly, moving her hand once again. This time Adam did not put up his arms to block himself, his body did not jerk, he did not move.

"I am of his clan," on his forehead, a lightening bolt engraved in red and green formed, his mother scowled fiercely.

"How dare you betray me?" she hissed venomously. "Andrew, Alexis," she called and the two staring twins stood to face her. With a look to them they walked to her sides, standing slightly behind her, both looking to their brother with blank expressions. Adam sneered, his canines growing longer and his wings becoming feathery instead of the demon wings his family sported.

"No mother, betrayal is what you just did to his mate," Adam sneered.

"Stop it," someone whispered. Adam turned to look to the floor where Harry's limp body lay, his long black hair a flowing river all over his head, arms spread eagle as he glowed. The Golden Boy's body jerked and his eyes snapped open. Draco watched from the ceiling, facing Harry perfectly as he stared into Harry's eyes. The black of his iris was gone and his forest green seemed to take up his entire retina, the usual white of his eyeball replaced by a deep black. Harry stood shakily on his legs, head bowed as he did so. Standing at his full height, arms hanging limply at his sides, the Gryfindor raised his head. "Liana," his voice seemed light but booming as it echoed the hall, "you will not touch my kin," his voice was a low growl and from his back, black wings erupted, splaying like a splash of black water, the feathery wings glowing, shifting from white to black. Before him, Adam fell to his knee, head bowed, hands flat against the floor in submission. Moments later, Alexis and Andrew fell as well, heads bowed in respect.

Liana scowled behind her at them before turning her sneer towards him. His face seemed to shift forms, the sign of a god, the sign of a half-breed, his black wings beating slightly, lifting him off of the ground as he looked down upon her. Her scowl fell. Whatever held Draco to the ceiling released him and he would have fallen if he had not begun to glow as well. His glow was not golden but hazy silver, his back arching as he floated in mid air, above the crowd of people and Drakes Anglias. A ripping sound echoed throughout the silent hall and, producing from Draco's back, were wings, wings of the purest white, wings, which glowed and shadowed in turn with Harry's. With a calm face he beat his wings until he hovered beside Harry, the younger of the two not turning to him, eyes focused on Liana's throughout Draco's entire transformation. His eyes did not change like Harry's but remained slit, his senses seemingly clouded as he watched what happened through a veil of clouds. Draco's wings shifted in turn with Harry's going from Draco's white wings, to Harry's black, to Draco having black wings and Harry white.

Liana's body shook, and her head snapped to the skies as if being electrocuted. Harry and Draco watched, as if passing judgment.

"You are stripped of your title for the harm done to my kin," Harry spoke when all movement stopped, Liana's body collapsing to her knees, head bowed as she stared at the floor. Her eyes rose to his in protest and he waved a hand over her form, causing another jerk of her body before she was on her feet, head bowed before him. "As punishment for the actions against my mate," Draco held his breath, though he was not aware of much of anything, he felt a surging joy at the title his mate had given him and refrained from doing a happy dance inside of his head, "you are to be stripped of your knowledge and are to be left half sane." Liana seemed to be struggling against an invisible force when she looked into Harry's black and green eyes. She saw no sympathy, no regret, but she did see something she would never forget, even with the stripping of her heritage and memory: his eyes held utter loathing. Harry waved a hand over her form again then turned to the rest of his little audience, over looking those who bowed their head purposely.

With a muttered charm every one, except for himself, Draco, and Adam, fell to the Great Hall floor...

Harry opened blurry eyes to the world of the conscious. He blinked a few times to rid his eyes of the clouds around his vision, taking in his surroundings as they were revealed to him.

"You're awake," the familiar voice of Adam greeted him the moment he began to shift and the Gryfindor turned his head to look at the smaller boy, a light smile on his face. He seemed to be in the hospital wing of Hogwarts, his dull senses humming to life as if searching for something.

"I'm here," someone whispered to his right and his head turned sharply to look into the tired eyes of his mate, the blonde on a bed next to his own.

"You've been asleep for little over a week, Harry," Adam told him, his voice tired as well.

"And you?" Harry turned his large green eyes to Adam, the first year blushing lightly.

"I awoke two days ago," he whispered, looking away from the green-eyed Gryfindor with uncertain eyes.

"We're all ears, Parsee," Draco's hoarse voice was somewhat booming to Harry's ears, causing him to hiss softly in pain before he slowly sat up to glare at his smirking mate.

"Tone it down a bit," he glared, watching with sleep lidded eyes as his mate rose from the hospital bed and padded over to his, his slim form sliding under the cool covers and his chilly feet touching Harry's. "Cold feet," Harry chuckled, kicking slightly at Draco's toes, which wiggled against his skin. The blonde chuckled softly, ignoring his comment and wrapping his long arms around his waist, cuddling to Harry as he rested his head on Harry's chest. The Gryfindor blushed softly at this, putting a hand to Draco's hair and stroking the soft locks, which felt like water against his sensitive palms. He looked up to Adam who watched with a small smile. "What happened?"

"You mean you don't remember?" Adam asked, scooting up on his chair until his hands touched Harry's bed. A soft growl escaped Draco's lips and Harry shook his head, chuckling softly at his possessive mate. Harry shook his head at Adam and nodded for him to continue. "Well...it's somewhat hard to explain," the younger Gryfindor bit his lip and leaned back into his chair casually with a look to Draco. He flicked one of his bangs out of his face, revealing a lightening bolt scar, which looked fresh, the skin surrounding it raw. Both Draco and Harry gasped, the blonde releasing Harry and sitting up fully beside him. "This, is the signature of your clan, Harry," the boy told him, looking patient at the slacked jaws facing his way.

"Clan?" the two said in unison. Adam nodded, crossing his ankles and hands.

"Yes, your clan."

"Signature?" Again, Adam nodded.

"You, Harry, are one of the Drakes Anglias. You, Harry, are an original." A moment of silence filed in after Adam's statement, both Harry and Draco looking at him like he had grown a second head.

"What the hell is that?" Draco blurted out after being certain that the young Adams was not going to explain farther.

"Neither of you know what Drakes Anglias is?" Adam sounded shocked; both shook their heads, which came before the long sigh of irritation from Adam. "Get comfortable then," he sighed, watching as they did just that. "Drakes Anglias are creatures part god, part human..." he trailed off to receive a nod on their part then continued, "A long time ago, before humans walked the earth, before creatures of different origins and heritage roomed the earth, there was only one family. There was Ichi, the mother, the queen, creator of 'The Family' and earth, San, the king and creator of humans, Ni, the daughter and creator of creatures, and, Shi, the creator of plants and ruler of the sun. For centuries, the family of four watched over planet earth, guided humanity, cared for the creatures, plants and the like. However, this time, called 'The Time of Contentment", did not last. The youngest generation, Ni and Shi, became jealous of humans, the two lesser gods did not like the attention their mother and father lavished upon the humans, nor did they like the freedom in which they carried themselves, allowed to build and destroy as they saw fit. In spite of their parents, the two kin found a group of humans and gave them Entities, or magic, as you call it; they were the first wizards.

As you can imagine, the brother and sister had hoped to enrage their mother and father. Their father, who thought it was dishonor to mess with something he had created, went into a rage, but the mother stilled his hand, which was not as powerful as her own. She persuaded the king to let it pass in forgiveness and he consented," by now both Harry and Draco were leaning in closely. "The brother and sister, or kin, waited and waited, using their godly powers to shape and mold the humans their father had created and wizards they had created, a process labeled evolution. Again, the king saw anger and the mother, once more, stilled his wrath. The kin were outraged, so much so, that in a fit of desperation to displease their all forgiving mother, they mated with the very humans they had bestowed entities in, causing their father to be wrathful. The queen, still forgiving, stopped him again. By now, even the king had harbored a hatred for his wife and mother, feeling spite and dislike for the way she ordered and controlled him.

The children that arose from the unholy, as the king called it, mating of god and human were what you are, Harry, labeled Drakes Anglias, which means Dark Angels. Their wings were of the deepest black, a contrast to the white wings of Ni and Shi, wings that took form instead of the wings, which were of light, on the backs of the lesser gods. There were ten children born of the mating, five of the Ni clan and five of the Shi clan. As the years passed, the two families mated with more humans, only to find the only humans able to do so were wizards. That is when the families split apart completely. As ordered by the king, only true gods were allowed into the gates of The Family Castle, known as heaven, making the Drakes Anglias feel shunned, though the did not show their distaste. The split clans of Ni and Shi born to ten more clans, only one of each clan remaining faithful, creating a total of twelve clans of Drakes Anglias. The clans were Adams, Lucas, Buras, Dorsa, Thetas, Fritos, Rivas, Vans, Titus, Locos and of course the originals of Ni and Shi.

The mother, seeing the family part saw her first glimpse of anger and the world froze in light of it, known to you as the Ice Age. Ichi saw the hurt it did, the cold lasting for fifty years before she controlled herself, spinning a new fate for the world in adjustment to her family's doing. As evolution continued with out the watchful eyes of the lesser gods, Ni and Shi, the Drakes Anglias became darker in appearance. The wings on their backs became leathery and the rich, tan skin on their bodies became paler. The mother, looking to her husband for the answer, found he had been twisting the Drakes Anglias to look as he wanted them to look, and would soon make them appear as abominations. Anger and betrayal clouded the mother's heart, causing fire to rain from the skies. Seeing that her husband and children held hatred she did not bestow in them for her, she cast them into the underworld, ordering them to rule the wasteland until light shinned in their blackened hearts once again.

Centuries passed, and yet they still did nothing, they stayed where they were, she was alone." Adam paused in his tale, seeing Harry get droopy eyed as he rested his head on Draco's shoulder. "Shall I continue another time?" He asked, smiling softly at the sleepy Gryfindor. Draco glared at him, then down at Harry, who looked up from the blanket he had been playing with in Draco's lap.

"No," Harry shook his head, pouting determinedly, "I want to hear the rest of the story." Adam chuckled, reaching for the water beside Harry's bed.

"Fine," he poured himself a glass and settled back after taking a sip. "About two centuries ago, the mother discovered her children had passed, their life span not as long as her own and her husband had fallen ill, being away from his mate for that long had caused him to deteriorate and, being so busy with the humans, creatures, and plants, she could not save him. In good faith, she allowed him to pass, threading his soul to reincarnate into a human, who did not happen until about thirty-forty years ago, your father, Harry. The mother, in direr need of her mate, even with her forever-lasting life, took form of a human, your mother. In thought of their re-mating, the mother, over taken by love, forgot all that had happened and became Lily Evans, by the time she had mated James Potter, or the reincarnation of San, and had you, the world was in chaos and a dark wizard was on the loose, Voldemort.

Usually, when a wizard became bad, the mother would handle him or her and restore peace to the world, but as a human she could not do that. In light of the love for you, Harry, she still could not remember who she was. When the dark wizard came for you, your mother had to watch the man she loved die again, in so, remembering who she was. A kiss to your forehead revealed her mark, your mark, the lightening bolt, which was the sign of The Original Family, Ichi, Ni, San and Shi. The killing curse sent your mother back to The Family Castle and left you, as she was, alone.

Days ago, you awoke into your Drakes Anglias, which most of us do when we are born, you, Harry, are an Original, the only original, and in so, according to the legend of King San, are Go, who is read to first be cursed and then become judgment." Harry stared into space, taking all of this in.

"I remember something about that woman saying it's forbidden...what's forbidden?" Draco asked, looking to Harry for a moment in concern. Adam shook his head thoughtfully at the question.

"Elvin are about as old as the gods themselves. They are the first creatures created by Ni; a replica of what she saw the gods as, beautiful and light. Her pure heart saw to it that the Elvin were gifted with feathery, white wings, an act her father greatly approved of when the family was still solid. Her father labeled them Anglias, as well as her most praised work of art. The king, seeing what his daughter had created and seeing what both his children had done, made it so the mating of Drakes Anglias and Anglias was near impossible, as when they met they would share a great animosity. The twelve clans believed in this and never questioned it, that is until Harry here." Draco smirked at that, puffing out his chest, causing Harry to poke at his abs in attempt at annoyance. Adam chuckled and took another sip of water.

"I knew you were unholy, Potter," Draco taunted, swiping away Harry's finger. The Gryfindor glared and sat up from Draco's chest, scooting away from the blonde and crossing his arms.

"Watch it, Malfoy, I am half god, you know," he growled, eyes flashing slightly. Draco tilted his head at Harry's eyes in confusion.

"Are you getting angry, Potter?" Draco smirked scooting closer to the Golden Boy. "You might freeze the world if you get angry," he purred out, leaning into the Gryfindor slightly. Harry blushed, scooting farther away, the blonde following him. A loud smack was heard when Harry's scooting landed him on the floor, the rich sound of Draco's laughter following.

"Explain the part about the clans and your own," Harry said from the floor, trying to muster up enough dignity to remove his throbbing butt from the cool, white tile floor. Adam nodded to no one in particular, taking a long swig of water to cool his somewhat sore throat. "You can stop talking for now, I don't want you to lose your voice if it hurts," Harry told him, standing. Draco's laughter died down and Adam felt his face heat to the roots of his black hair. "What?" Harry asked, looking at both Draco and Adam. Adam's face was redder than a beet and Draco's eyes had slit, ears pointing slightly. The Gryfindor looked down at him self, dressed in a pair of plain white boxers. Slowly, but surely, a light rose colored his cheeks and he grabbed the sheet from Draco's bed, wrapped it around his waist and chuckled softly to himself in on swift motion.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, you're awake," Dumbledore's voice slipped through the moment, bringing all three back from their respective places of embarrassment and arousal. Harry looked to the door. In the doorway stood the headmaster, Snape behind him, arms crossed. Harry allowed his eyes to travel the span of Snape's robes. The usually hauntingly tight clothing outlined the Potion's master's curves, exploring the planes of his definite muscle tone. His sharp green eyes trailed back to his professor's face noting the oil like quality of his picture gone to soft, baby powered skin, pale in it's contrast to his shinning hair, the oils seemingly worked into the black strains. Harry licked his lips. A sharp growl from his bed broke the Gryfindors appreciative gawking of his Professor, the tension of the room hitting him full on the face when he finally tore his eyes from his professor to look to his growling mate.

The blonde's scowl was directed to not only his mate but to his godfather as well. It seemed as if there was a mutual attraction between both teacher and student that had not been there before. Watching as both men stepped from the doorway and into the infirmary their steps cautious, both throwing weary glances in his direction, he growled again.

"Headmaster, Professor," Adam nodded, noting the tense air between his sire, Draco and Snape. Dumbledore smiled at them, Snape sneered a bit, eyes trailing sensuously to look to Potter every now and again as he stood behind his ledge.

"Boys, I am happy to see that all of you are awake and well," Dumbledore's trademark, gravely voice had lost the comfort it had given Harry. He shook his head somewhat at his new intruders, frightened in light of his new opinion regarding his potion's professor. Seeking something he knew nothing of, the raven-haired boy climbed back onto the bed he had shared with his mate moments before, movements reflected that of a wounded animal.

"Awake at least," Draco murmured against his mate's neck as he snuggled into the boy, glad at the return of his warmth and more than a little insecure regarding the appearance of a newly attractive Professor Serverus Snape. As if reading his thoughts, the potion's master sneered at his godson when the boy looked up from Potter's neck. His own odd feelings toward the Gryfindor Golden Boy puzzling, feeling definite jealously in the pit of his stomach at the settling of the boy between the blonde's legs, his unclothed back pressing sumptuously against his godson's chest. The headmaster cleared his throat, standing before the bed and looking expectantly down on his star student.

"I can not say that I am not glad I decided to give you your own rooms, Mr. Potter," the headmaster smiled, looking over the rim of his glasses in his usual twinkling way. Harry smiled somewhat at the comment, relaxing a bit more in the presence of his mentor but unable to shake the somewhat uneasy feeling he began to feel.

"I agree, sir..." Adam interrupted him.

"But they will not be enough to house his clan," the boy stated, looking from Snape whom he had been staring at intently ever since the potion's professor's arrival.

"Ah, you are correct," Dumbledore summoned a set of chairs for himself and Snape, settling himself on the high, throne-like chair. "Am I correct in assuming the only members of your clan as of yet are Mr. Adams and Mr. Malfoy," the old man spoke to Harry. Eyes flickering to Snape momentarily, Harry nodded, tilting his head in question toward the headmaster. "Yes, well we must finish off your clan as soon as possible, than." Adam interrupted once more.

"With all due respect, sire, that is my duty as first clans man," he stated, crossing his legs and looking uncannily like Draco. Harry shook his head in confusion, not able to concentrate on what was being said, the blonde's long hair sweeping against his neck with the slightest movement of Draco's head. Dumbledore nodded and stood, Snape standing as well.

"I will leave it to you, then," and he headmaster glided to the door, their professor in tow. Snape glanced over his shoulder at Harry, his black eyes glinting in a way they never head before, before returning his attention to the waiting headmaster. The two left the room before Harry could voice any of the new questions in his head.

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Thank you very much for being so patient with me and as I'm somewhat pressed for time, I'll simply stop here and not issue the thank you individually....

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