Hey everyone!
Well, I hope you're all ready and I REALLY hope some of you have read the AN at the start of last chapter as I can, this time, assure you that there will be changes made to this chapter. Added bits of text and other things. Heck, I might even add to the conversation that I remember being part of this chapter, just to include characters I had previously left out.
Yeah, sorry about that,
Venquine1990
Chapter 04
A Father Speaks
27th of January 1996
Destiny's Haven
Sirius' POV
Waking up, do I instantly see evidence that what James said is indeed true as I am no longer in the Gryffindor color and poster filled bedroom that I had to take residence in after Dumbledore decided that I had to make sure to go down under somewhere. Instead of that, does my new room look really quite amazing.
The walls, the furniture and the floor and ceiling are all in all kinds of warm colors, soft grey, broken white, beige, rust and many other colors, both in the wood of the four-poster bed, as well as in the soft laminate on the floor, yet I only pay attention to this as I open my trunk and change into a new pair of clothes before leaving the room.
Heading downstairs from the staircase that is on the right from my bedroom door, do I arrive in an absolutely incredible room, one that seems to blow the incredibility of my own new bedroom away. The walls are all a dark red, almost brown, the floor is rugged to the point where it's almost a fur that coats the floor.
The doorposts are all warm brown colors and I count four of them, including my own, while the mantle of the fireplace in the left wall is covered in all kinds of minuscule small gems, all of them of different colors, and the glass table and dark red and yellow vertically striped couches that stand in front of it finishes the picture.
Then I suddenly notice how there is something wrong about the couch in front of me and upon closer look, do I see that Harry is crouching against the back of it, his wand in his hand and his gaze firmly upon the doors at the other side of the wall, which I notice are open, yet there is no one standing in the doorway or near it.
Wondering if I could have been too late in waking, if perhaps I should have just allowed for the magic putting me to sleep to wake me up when it first tried to, do I slowly move over to my son and put a gentle hand on his shoulder, his wand up my nose only a second later, before Harry realizes that it's me and lowering his wand.
"Who are they?" He asks, motioning for the other couch and I realize that something must have happened to my other son as well for him to be hiding like Harry is, who I know must believe himself to again have been trapped by someone. Hoping with all my heart that I can help both my sons heal, do I pinch Harry's shoulder.
The boy looks at me and, with a calm expression on my face, do I stand up from where I am crouching, staying on my spot, yet raising my arms at the same time as a sign to my long-lost boy that I mean him no harm. Keeping my eyes on the couch on the other side of the table, do I smile at what I see happening.
Two young men, one a year older than Harry, the other two, stand up from where they were crouching, their gazes guarded and careful and very strange weapons in one of their hands each, yet I can tell that the both of them mean me no harm as long as I prove to them that I don't either, a fact that makes me cheer on the inside.
On the outside, do I keep my calm expression on my face and my arms raised as I slowly walk around the couch and as I do, do I see the eldest of the two – who I know is Alice and Frank's kid – tighten his grip on his weapon and raise an arm in front of the other – who is my own little boy – as if trying to protect him.
However, while I know this will probably make Harry want to lash out with a spell of his own, do I congratulate my son on his own battle skills as the boy keeps himself hidden behind the couch and while I keep an eye on both boys in front of me, do I walk around the couch and do I sit myself down, my gaze still on the two boys.
The two look at me confused and guarded and then the eldest speaks, his voice reminding me of Frank as he has a little bit of hoarse edge to his voice and he asks: "Where is he?" I simply raise my eyebrow, knowing if I answer that the boy behind me will consider that a move of betrayal against him and the boy continues:
"Where's that boy? Where is he? We saw him hide there, so where is he?" But I shake my head and say: "He's hiding for the same reasons you are. Yet –." At this I smile, my happiness seeping through my voice as I want to calm the boys in front of me down and want to let Harry understand he has nothing to fear as I say:
"Neither of you have any reason – not in here – to fear an attack of the other. After all –." And with that do I show the two boys a lopsided smile, my keen eye noticing how the eldest boy's eyes widen as they switch between me and the boy behind him with lightning speed and I say: "We were all sent here in our sleep, weren't we?"
This makes the youngest of the two boys tilt his head, but when he wants to make a move, does the elder boy raise his arm again and say: "We might be, but you seem to know why." To this I nod, hoping to lure my son out of his hiding spot and say: "I do – but then again – I had help." Confusing the three boys around me.
Harry then sticks his head out of his hiding spot and asks: "Who brought us here, Sirius?" But while I send the boy a short, calm smile, do I turn back to the two boys, one question still on my mind since I talked with James and I lock gaze with both of them, causing them to stiffen as I ask: "What is your connection – with Destiny?"
The two boys share a look and Sora says: "Well – ehm – seeing everything that happened – I – I guess we ended up on the Destiny Islands for a reason." And while I finally get how it could be possible for Destiny to be involved, does my smile also widen as my own son just gave me the intro to my explanation that I needed.
"And there you gave yourself your own answer, my good boy." The two look at me and I say: "You ended up on the Destiny Islands. You weren't born there and your inner magic knows it, thus making you incapable of saying so." The two look shocked and I raise my eyebrow at them as I ask: "You don't believe me? Try it."
And the elder boy says: "We – we – we were –." But then he stops, his eyes wide as the other boy says: "Remember that 1st day we gathered stuff for the raft. We spoke of the Islands and all that, remember? You said the same thing then. You were wondering why we had ended up on the Islands, seeing all the other worlds out there."
And while I wonder what kind of place my son ended up in, does the other boy nod, his eyes still wide and then the younger boy – my son – turns to me and asks: "How?" That one question being spoken with such emotion I can tell my son has been through a lot and that he is really desperate for someone to comfort him and explain everything.
Hoping I can be that person in due time, do I motion for them to take a seat on the other couch – even if my instincts scream at me to take my son in my arms – and instead of that, do I softly rub Harry's hair, a clear sign to my son that things are okay and he carefully seats himself on my couch, my arm instantly around his shoulder.
Harry smiles at me and I turn to the two boys, smiling shortly at how they sit just close enough to feel each other's presence, but not close enough to touch and say: "Before I explain why we're send here, do I need you all to hear me out, regarding my world and – more importantly, trust me – the history of my youth."
This makes all boys look at me confused and I smile as I say: "Yes, my youth and the events that transpired during it will – in due time – explain how you got on the Islands and how we all got here. And more importantly, you two." I then say, staring the two of them down and actually shocking them slightly as I say:
"Why you are here in the first place.""You know why we were sent here?" And when I nod, does the elder boy turn his stare on me with stern strength and says: "Why?" That one word sounding like a question, yet having the power and authority of someone who often looks after those younger than him, which makes me smile.
"In due time, I can't explain why you're here if I can't first disclose how I came here and who I am." The boy nods at me, his stare still strong and determined, but no longer demanding and I say: "As you already said, boys, you're born in a different world. And yes, Harry, there are worlds outside ours and the planets we learn about in Astronomy."
Harry looks shocked, while the two boys opposite me share a look that proves that they, in turn, are shocked that we don't know of other worlds and I say: "However, our world – the one Harry and I just came from – is wide, vast and is home to three different kinds of people." Instantly I have everyone's interest and I continue:
"The first is what we call Muggles. These are people who have no magic whatsoever. They can't cast spells, they can't see certain magical creatures, they are separated from the rest of us, all of this for our own protection as the many times when they found out about us, it caused them to attack us and for hundreds of us to be murdered."
The two boys in front of me look shocked and I continue: "The second one is Wizards. These too are divided into several categories, but it's only a certain group within this community that really cares for this and while it has been causing problems between us and sometimes caused our discovery, is this difference not important, not now."
The group nods, while Harry now looks intrigued as well and I say: "The third group is Magical Creatures. Under these there are many of which I'm sure you've heard and that you believed not to be able to be real, but they very much are. And yes, boys, I do mean werewolves, vampires and creatures like that." I end my explanation.
Both boys look at me shocked, while the look Harry gives me proves how shocked he is that I separated Magical Creatures from other witches and wizards and I decide that I need to comfort my son and sooth his worries post haste and so, without waiting for the boys opposite me to regain their bearings, do I continue:
"The reason I separated Magical Creatures from witches and wizards, is because they have a few categories among them that I know you three boys either haven't yet or have never heard of before. These two are Veela – and yes Harry, I know last year –." I tell the boy before he can protest and then quickly end: "And Kitsune."
This silences Harry and then the younger boy in front of me asks: "What – what are Veela?" And while I take the fact he only asked about Veela as a good sign, do I say: "A Veela is someone with a strong connection and resemblance to the Aviary part of our world, where a Kitsune is the same, but then for the fox side, though some Kitsune do show signs of being more feline-like.
Veela can even, when feeling the strong need, change their looks in such a way they can resemble any kind of bird, depending on how strong their magic and their need to protect their mate is and whether they are a Submissive to their partner or a Dominant. Kitsune have the same, but then with the ability to become a nine-tailed fox-creature, though some actually more resemble a ferocious feline."
By now everyone is shocked as they listen to me and I say: "My family has long since been known to sprout the occasional Veela and – well – I was the lucky one." I end, trying not to sound too depressed over it as the memories of what my bond caused me and my kids is just not something I want them to know about just yet.
The group of kids looks at me and I smile as I say: "I don't get along with my family at all. I'm fire, they're ice. I'm the wind, they're the earth. I'm chocolate, they're a package of breath mints. You can catch my drift, right?" The three boys nod, Harry sending me a small smile and I smile back at my beloved son before I say:
"My parents, on the other hand, were also very, very powerful in character and position in the Magical Society and they were already making it hard on me to present myself in the Higher Circles, let alone the higher positions of the place I worked at. So when my inheritance came, did I fear for the same happening to my partner."
My family and the other young man nod in understanding and I lower my head as I say: "I hid what I was the best I could, but still my mother found out. This was in the winter of when I turned sixteen, when I was in my Sixth year at school." At this Harry gasps and says: "The winter where you ran away from home."
And while I smile and nod at my son, does my other little boy ask me: "What happened? Why did you run away?" And I answer: "Because my mother did the one thing no one should do around a Veela. She threatened my future." This confuses the group and I lower my head, the house I resided in making the memories fresh as I say:
"I remember that day so well. It was about four days into the winter holidays and mother had been odd for a full day. Father discovered why and went with her to my room, where she confronted me, instead of letting father simply calmly interrogate me as they had planned, something I didn't find out until months after all that took place.
Either way, the confrontation made me snap, made my inner Veela come out and made me attack her in my need to protect my beloved mate. However, father kept us apart when I tried and I was able to keep my calm long enough to ask her why she would even be interested in the first place. The answer she gave to that –."
I shudder as I remember her words resurfacing up within me and while I try not to, can I almost hear her voice in my head as I quote my mother's ancestor: "Why am I interested? Why should I not be? After all, we're talking about the person who will grant me a new Heir of the Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Black."
This shocks the boys around me and I lower my head, my whole body trembling as I actually heard her in that answer all over and then I say: "That answer made father step back. It made him allow for me to attack her, to attack her while he packed all of my things and opened up a pathway out of the house, even from my room."
This confuses the boys opposite me and Harry answers: "He slept at the uppermost landing." The two boys nod and while I can almost sense all of this happening, is my head still down and do I keep my gaze on the warm, flush carpet under my feet, using the warm color as a comforting stimulation to keep my story going.
"After attacking mother, did I take my stuff from father, gave him one last grateful hug and did I leave the house, my Veela instincts kicking in and guiding me to my mate, to the one who – unlike all other Veela Mates – was born only little under a year after me and who I had fallen for only a few weeks before my birthday."
I then turn to Harry, knowing I am about to turn his whole world upside down and whisper just audible enough for the other boys to hear: "That day, Harry, I ended up – at James' place." And instantly Harry's eyes widen as his mind seems to whir with speed to comprehend everything and let the whole truth sink in.
"But – but - but –." Harry says and I hug him tightly, whispering only for him to hear: "You're my son, Harry. I just – I just feared what mother – and if not her Lucius – could do to you if either of them knew." And Harry stops stuttering, his mind apparently having put all the pieces together and warm arms wrap themselves around me.
Hugging my son for the first time since he was born – as even then I didn't allow myself to even so much as hold him for the sake of me changing my mind of our plans if I would, do I try to keep the pain of being separated and the joy of being reunited with my son from being visible to the boys on the other couch, at least for now.
Still, this does not keep me from holding onto Harry for as long as the young lad allows me and Harry seems just as needy for my hold on him as his hold on me and then suddenly does the younger boy on the other couch ask: "Are – are you guys okay?" And I smile at my son, while gently guiding Harry onto my lap at the same time and say:
"We – we are. You'll – you'll understand soon enough." The two nod and the elder boy asks: "So your mate's name is James?" And I nod as I say: "Yes, James Potter. He was my one true love, yet – I feared what my mother and her supporting family could do to him were they to find out – so I hid it even from him best I could."
"But you failed." The eldest boy says softly and I nod as I say: "I was able to keep the secret for about a month. However, end of January, James confronted me while locking us both in a broom closet and that same February, we met with Lily Evans for our first date." This confuses all three boys and I smile as I say:
"James had been pining after Lily for the longest time and he had even kept on doing so after falling in love with me because my friendship meant more to that amazing man than his own feelings for me. However, when he got wind of the fact that I felt the same way, did he decide to concoct a little plan – and for that he needed Lily's help."
"They faked being in love." Harry gasps in shock and I nod as I say: "They faked being in love, indeed Harry. James even went so far as to convince Dumbledore to make him Head Boy of our school for our next school year, as that would provide him with a private set of rooms, one connected to the dorms the rest of us slept in."
By now the boys have wide grins on their faces, the eldest of them still looking calm and relaxed while he smiles widely and I say: "And so for a full year we got to take advantage of that secret passageway, we got to be together and we had all the time we needed to show each other our love and plan for next year, when school would be out for us.
James planned to take the same job as me, so we could get offices close together and have some private time when needed and I decided to rent a little apartment from the money I got from one of my favorable uncles that was completely warded and protected against anyone coming in – bar of course myself and my beloved mate."
I sigh with a teary smile as I know that, regardless of the war and our secret, we had indeed been happy and while knowing that we can be happy again – and that the answer to the end of the war is waiting here somewhere as that must be what James meant with Harry's future – and I continue my story as I say:
"James and I were definitely happy and we were pretty proud of the little plan we had concocted together, the little scheme we were pulling over the eyes of everyone bar two people. Lily, who pretended to be James' wife – and Remus, James and my other best friend, who figured it out because he too has a MC Heritage."
Sora and Riku nod, while the two of them look shocked and then I sigh and say: "Unfortunately, did fate decide to mess with us and our happiness. It happened about a few years after the Christmas incident and it had been two months since James' birthday, which was in March, when James came to me, to my apartment."
Remembering that day as vividly as I did the last, do I wonder if it's because of the house I have resided in for the last seven months or if it's the room I am in right now, yet I do not let this bother me and I say: "I still remember how he behaved that day, all frazzled and worried and talking of how unexpected something was.
Naturally to see my mate like that worried the Veela within me and I did my best to calm him and let him explain me what had him so worried, only –." By now I am shaking my head with a lopsided smile on my face and while the boys look at me, do I say: "I never expected him to tell me what he did that day – that I would be a father."
The two boys at the other couch looks shocked and Harry even stiffens in shock and while making sure that one of my hands rubs soothing circles on my son's back, do I continue: "Yes, I was as shocked that day as you are right now, however – fate decided to cut us some slack while messing with our plans at the same time."
The boys look curious and I say: "James didn't start showing he was pregnant – until he was seven months pregnant and by that time had he already adopted Lily as his Blood Sister while making the ceremony look like he married her, so we were able to make everyone believe that the baby had been conceived at the wedding night.
Only – we – we never got to even hold our baby in the first place." This shocks the group senseless and the eldest of them asks: "What do you mean? What happened?" And then my eldest proves me that he is catching on as he asks: "What is gr – was it – your mother?" And while I know what he wanted to say, do I shake my head.
"No, it was not my mother. She knew nothing of our bond and hadn't even cared about Lily being the one pretending to be pregnant. No, it – it was magic itself – or, now that I see this place, am I more of the belief that it was Destiny." Instantly all eyes are on the two boys on the couch and four out of six are on the youngest on the other couch.
The boy – my Sora – seems to notice this as he seems just as shocked and then he looks from his couch-partner to me, his eyes searching mine for the truth and I show him the love I have felt for him since I saw him being taken away by the House-Elf in order for his core to stabilize by bringing the love out in my eyes while locking gazes.
Sora almost audibly gasps at seeing the love and then, realizing I am sitting opposite of my firstborn, do I allow for some of the tears of love and pain that I have been bottling up inside myself all these years to fall, Sora instantly standing up and seating himself next to me, if only to wrap his arms around me and cuddle his face in my arm.
Unwrapping one arm from around Harry's waist, do I pull my eldest closest, Sora happily pushing his face in the muscles between my chest and armpit and while Harry happily wraps one arm around his newfound brother, do I send a raised eyebrow at the last boy on the other boy, challenging him not to come sit with us as well.
The other boy smiles at me with a returned challenge showing in his eyes, yet he still concedes and goes to lean against my legs, his head tilted to smile at us as we all sit together and while I know that my eldest will soon be seated alongside this boy like he is now with me, do I whisper: "It's good to have you back, Riku."
Shocking both boys as Sora asks: "You – you know Riku?" And I answer: "Didn't you say that he too spoke of being born on the Islands as ending up there?" And the two boys look at each other shocked, before I turn stern and say: "Look, I don't know why Destiny called you to her and I don't care, but – I do know why she sent us here."
At this I instantly have everyone's attention and I turn to Sora as I say: "Sora, if the Potter Line were to bond to another Powerful Bloodline with a Magical Creature Inheritance, then special Potter magic activates within the blood of each and every male Potter born from that bond, one that creates Magical Creature DNA within the boys."
Sora looks shocked and I say: "That is why we're here. You were born a Veela, son, and it's time you accept who your destined mate is and bond with him, just like I bonded with my mate, your mother, and just –." And with that do I smile at my other son and say: "Just like your little brother will, when he gets his Kitsune Heritage."
"How do you know I'll be a Kitsune?" Harry asks shocked and I say: "Because James told me the order of Magical Creature Inheritances that will kick in with each son he grants me. First Veela, the main Black heritage, then Kitsune, the main Potter heritage, then Faea, Sirene and then – well, Potter have never birthed more than four sons."
The boys all nod and Harry asks: "So if – if mum was – was still – and – and you would – and he would get pregnant – then – then our brother would – would be a Faea?" And while I nod, do I wish I could tell my little boy the truth about his mother living at a top secret School that is more warded and guarded than even Hogwarts.
Then suddenly does Riku asks: "What happened to him? Your mother, I mean?" And while Harry stiffens in my arm and while Sora looks at me in the same curiosity, do I try my hardest to lie through my teeth and do I silently curse James for forcing me to do this while he is still alive and kicking and I grit through my teeth as I say:
"He – he was murdered." This shocks both boys and Harry lowers his head as he says: "It happened a year after I was born. Mum and Lily had managed to somehow make it look as if I was their son for a full year and three months, but – they had also drawn the attention of a man that reined terror on our country for eleven years."
This makes a shudder go down my spine, mostly because I never wanted Harry to know just how bad the last war was, even if he and I both fear that the upcoming war will be even worse and while I listen on, does Harry say: "He – he found us, just when we were hidden to the best of our abilities and – and mum was the first of them to die."
This makes me look at Harry in pure shock as I just can't understand how he could know that while he was too young to remember, but then I remember the things he screamed when we met for the first time in the Shrieking Shack and while I think: "The Dementors." Do I not say this out loud, but do I still pull my little boy closer.
Harry looks at me and something on my face must have told him what he needs to know as he hugs me back, before Riku suddenly asks: "So Harry is here because he deserved the truth, Sora is here because he has a Heritage he needs to accept. So why am I here?" And I look at him shocked, not expecting him not to have figured it out.
Okay, that's it!
I really wanted to continue, but the next part of this story is best left in Sora or Riku's POV and I just want to PURPOSELY keep these chapters short, if only to make sure I can fill them with the right kind of content that, even if they had more pages, they would still be as great as if they were not to have more pages.
Also, this chapter doesn't really have a lot added to it, I just added a little bit in on the whole explanation about Magical Creatures to make the Kitsune part be more in line with actual legends and folklore. I will still have Harry be more feline than fox-like, but I wanted to do one of my readers a favor, so I added this little bit in.
Hope you like it,
Venquine1990
