I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of my fic. Thanks for reading and please review. I'll update as often as possible, but writing anything remotely similar to slash is a little hard in a conservative Christian homophobic household. By the way, I am looking for an awesome beta reader or two. Any help would be awesome.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I only own the original characters and my plot. If I did own Harry Potter, he would be gay and with Lucius Malfoy or Voldemort, which I think is pretty good evidence that I don't.

Chapter Title (based on the song that I am listening to on repeat at the moment): Rocket Collecting (by Milla Jovovich)

As the light subsided, Harry would have stumbled if it had not been for the two brothers each holding one of his arms. He gazed at his new surroundings with skeptical eyes. But before any conclusions could be made by the Boy-Who-Lived, one of the twins began speaking again.

"Your Highness, welcome to the palace grounds of Draedon Castle, your true home. Your family has sat on the throne in this very Castle for the past fifteen millennia."

"Wait! Wait! Wait! Why do you keep calling me 'Your Highness' and 'Your Majesty'? I'm just Harry. All of my family has been dead for the past fifteen years, unless you mean to tell me that the Dursley's are royalty, because if they are then I'm a monkey's fuck toy. I mean seriously, besides their horrible attitudes and manners, they would probably kill themselves if they found out they were anything but normal. Dudley would probably faint causing himself to be suffocated by his own weight. Aunt Petunia would probably snap her own neck by jerking it around so quickly when she found out. And Uncle Vernon would probably pop…or he might have an aneurism. You know, he might even die from turning that shade of red, because that can't be healthy…" Harry would have continued with his tirade if he hadn't noticed that Rath was currently on the floor laughing his ass off and Raithe was just staring at Harry wide-eyed.

"Your…Your…M…Majesty," stuttered Rath as he was trying to regain his breathe. "I can not believe that you just said those things. I mean, your mouth and mind just jumped from you being royalty to BAM! the deaths of your believed-to-be only living relatives."

Harry began to blush before he fully comprehended what Rath had said, "What to you mean 'believed-to-be'? Don't you think I would have left that hell-hole if I had had the chance? If I wasn't related to them? And you still haven't answered my first question."

"Sire, if you would please follow us. We will explain on the way to your new apartments," Inserted Raithe.

Harry followed the identical men and attempted to keep track of what they were saying, but his mind just wouldn't follow, soon wandering to think about his surroundings and the speaking men.

"…So you see, your real parents had to send you to a realm where you would be safe, because they couldn't see to your safety and to that of the kingdom at the same time without sacrificing both…"

Even with the important information being shared, Harry still could not focus. He noticed several interesting things. Both men were in outfits similar to his except in black, red, and gold, reminding him of his House at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They had black curly hair that fell softly, just past the nape of their necks. Both were relatively tanned, extremely so compared to him, but just a little more compared to most people. They both had warm, chocolate brown eyes, except they each had a different colored fleck in their right eye. Rath had a gold fleck while Raithe had a red one. They each had a gold band around their wrist. Rath had a band around his right wrist connected, much like Harry's, to a ring with the family seal engraved into it, while Raithe had a band around his left wrist, similarly to Harry's, connected to a gold ring that had inlaid rubies and emeries twisted around within it. Harry began to wonder what these rings meant because he had them as well.

They were walking through a garden of pure white roses and dark purple lilies that seemed to be dancing past them as Harry looked on. The building that rose above them looked as if every spire, every arch, and every wall were carved out of one magnificent black stone, was the last observation before the flowers around him captured him completely. He heard the steady thrum of magic course through every stem. He could taste the magic of every miniscule spec of pollen. His eyes drank in the magic of the vivid colors of the blossoming buds. He was sent higher then the clouds by a single whiff of their fragrance. His knees began to grow weak, he was so caught up in the magic around him. The twins didn't notice him lagging behind them until they heard the dull thump of his body come in contact with the ground.

Raithe started speaking very rapidly about everything and nothing, mostly just cursing his brother, "Oh my Goddess, I knew we shouldn't have brought him to this garden, but no. You thought it would calm him. He hasn't been in contact with the magic of his mate since before he was one year old. This garden is pure magic, and even though it was built to calm him and to be pleasurable to him it was just to much. You idiot, Rath! I told you not to, but do you ever listen to me? No. Now look what happened. You broke him. Now he'll never wake up and we will be exiled for incapacitating him. Damn You, Rath!" Even though Rath was usually the hyper and overemotional one, Raithe couldn't help but take a stab at it when he truly worried about their new king.

Rath ignored Raithe as he continued to curse his brother, and instead thought about the little king. Before the newly made man would ever meet his mate he would have to go through some pretty drastic changes, most of which would stem from his upbringing. He would have to get used to the rules, laws, traditions, and ways of the people he would rule. He had grown up with so many inhibitions ingrained into his mind, but that is not how the Vampyre worked. He probably felt very lost while growing up, being taught to hate certain people for the things they believed, when his very essence was the epitome of understanding.

The End For Now