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"My name is Alex Humens. This is my home, as I'm sure you've fig-."

"Your house?" Harry started to look around, and too be fair Harry never really did a good look at his room before he blacked out. He didn't really know what his room was supposed to look like. "Okay. Your house. How in the hell did I end up here?" Harry got to his feet, ready to bolt, but Mr. Humens moved to stand between Harry and the door.

"Yes. I thought this was explained to you. Please, sit. We have a lot to discuss before you leave."

"Well..when you say it so politely." Harry replied sarcastically, because this wasn't his entire life. Kidnapping. Murder. The usual works. He looked to the small side table in the room, and sat down in the chair next to it. "Okay. Talk." Harry urged the older man, his patience for everything gone. "Because aside from assault, we now have forced imprisonment. Let's go ahead and top it off with whatever excitement you now have coming my way."

The older man stared at Harry, then turned his head to Aeron, saying what, Harry couldn't tell. Clicking his tongue, Alex Humens moved to edge of the bed facing Harry, sitting down on the foot of the bed. "Alright. Let's get started. Have you heard of me in anyway before we get off...on an even worse footing."

"No." Harry spoke simply.

"Good." Mr. Humens was a livid man, but he was keeping his temper in as much check as he could while he was explaining the situation now to Harry. He would have to deal with other issues later, but this was a very unpleasant surprise. And now, a very big problem for his cause. "About 20 years ago, during the first war, before you were born-"

"I am not up for a history lesson. If you would please cut to the chase here, I'd gratefully appreciate it." Harry cut Mr. Humens off, uninterested in his stories and wanting to just go home.

Mr. Humens rubbed his eyes, as if he was the worn out one. As if he was the one who was under stress. He meant Harry's eyes dead on, "If you interrupt me again, this will not only take longer for me to let you go home, but will only anger the situation more. I understand you are not comfortable in your situation, but trust in me, when I say you should not be here."

Seeing as he had no other choice. Harry nodded for the older man to continue with his story.

"Thank you. As I was saying, before you were born, there was a werewolves couple that assisted the light in the war. They were mostly around for protection and defense if needed, even in the worst of circumstances. This couple, they were born weres, not turned. And they had two sons, whom they raised to hide their werewolf status. They did. Then during one of the attacks, there was a fire. A fire that no one seemed to be able to put out, but one of the weres was inside what used to be one of the hideouts..he helped everyone inside get out. Until he was captured by one of the death eaters.

"Those death eaters tortured him in ways even you, wouldn't begin to wrap your head around. Before was time where there was less mercy and more one - on - one with the Death Eaters and their captures. When he did finally escape, which was nearly 3 months later, he came back to his family with a half burnt body and the other half nearly just had worn out. He was treated, they tried to heal him, but nothing fixed the burnings.

"The oldest son was 12 years old, when his father came home from treatment, angrier than he had ever been. He grabbed his eldest son and pulled him outside. And told him to never hide being a werewolf, no matter what the world thought of them, they were strong and just as good as any witch or wizard out there. So his father trained him and his younger brother to fight, to protect themselves no matter what form you were in.

"The oldest son grew up, looking for all and any mistreated magical creatures he could find to give them a safe place and strength to take up being who they were. No matter how little creature blood they had. He never wanted them to feel ashamed of being here on this earth. For those creatures who lacked training, he trained them or found someone to train them. So they didn't lose control and attack others. Do you understand what I've said to you so far?"

Harry scrunched up his eyebrows looking between Mr. Humens and the teen boy who was around, "I'm guessing you're the boy and he's lacking training?" Harry guessed allowed, unsure of where else this was going to go. "Okay, so you're a werewolf. What..what is he?" Harry looked at Aeron, taking in his appearance unsure of what he was going to say, more concerned now.

Ignoring Harry's question, Mr. Humens went right on with talking, "We have a lot of creatures who have now come to join us. Veela, vampires, weres, even half or quarter giants. Do you know about these creatures?"

"Uhm, sorta. I know enough to get by. I'm not a creature of anything so I don't really need to know a lot more than I do." Harry replied back.

Amused, Mr. Humens questioned, "When is ignorance ever a good thing?"

"Okay, then no. I don't know a lot."

"Veelas as you know, can't turn others. But they are very protective of their mates and offspring. They are not going to let you in between them...and they are always blonde. And they don't control who they are mated to. It just happens, the allure is just stronger with the more blood you have in you. If you are a female veela, you turn into..this bird like creature when you are pushed over the edge in emotions.

"Vampires, can only travel at night and when feeding off human blood their eyes are red like the blood. When feeding off animals, they are very dull brown. No one can really say why, but the theory is red blood is alive for the human blood a vampire craves and the brown is for the dead blood they are intaking from the animals. They choose their mates, and they mate for life. To turn into a vampire there must be an exchange of blood, it cannot be one sided, but a vampire bite is fatal. If a human is bit, they will die unless they feed from the vampire..and ultimately changed as well.

"And weres, they are human by night and by day, just when the full moon comes do they turn into another creature. To my knowledge, they do teach about weres in Hogwarts don't they? Well, a little piece that Hogwarts always neglects to tell...is even though the wolf and human have no link to each other, the wolf can be trained. The wolf always remembers what the wolf has done. It's like it was asleep for the time it was human."

Harry noded, trying to understand why all this information was really relevant to why he was still here. "Okay. That's a lot of information."

Mr. Humens nodded, "Yes. Can you guess to why I'm telling you all this?"

Harry could guess a lot of things, but none of them seemed like a good answer. So he just shook his head, no, he couldn't.

"Aeron is a vampire. He bit you."