Disclaimer: If you want to read it, go to the first chapter, cause I'm too lazy to copy and paste.
Warnings: this chapter will be a bit rushed, since it'll basically cover the previous four chapters, or at least I'll try to, otherwise you get two review chapters instead of just one. These though, of course, will be in Harry's POV more or less. The rest of the story isn't going to be as hectic, it'll be mainly Harry's except for important parts of Adrian, when he's with the DE and such.
Destiny Awaits:
Chapter Five: Harry's Summer and a Whole Lotta Review!
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Harry sighed, grateful to be leaving the Dursleys' home. It had been very strained between them for the past month, but now he could go to the Burrow. He was very glad not to be going to Grimmauld Place until later, and was only faintly curious as to why they weren't allowed there for the next few weeks.
His things all packed, he waited patiently for Remus to pick him up. He and Remus had gotten closer, writing letters everyday to each other. This annoyed the Dursleys until Harry mentioned that Remus was a werewolf, and reminded them that they weren't on good terms with him at the present. That immediately shut them up. Harry noticed though, that Vernon was purple almost constantly, and that it had been extremely hard on the Muggle to not return to his old habits. Since the summer after first year, Vernon had started to hit him, not much, but it was a sure sign that it was going to get worse.
He could handle the Muggle though; it was the depression he was having trouble with. He was used to getting little sleep, but the sleep he did get was now filled with nightmares about Sirius. There was something else though, something kept nagging the back of his mind, like something was tugging and trying to pull him to something or somewhere. He was restless; it was obvious with how he paced in his room everyday. He knew something was going on, something concerning him, and he wanted to know what. He would talk to Remus about this tugging at his heart, until then he kept pushing it to the back of his mind.
"Harry!" Remus smiled faintly, looking tired, but also different. Blinking, Harry nearly gaped. Remus's hair, previously nearly gray, was back to its rich auburn natural color.
"Remmy, your hair? And you look a lot younger," Harry stumbled. Remus laughed, hugging the stunned boy.
"Thank you, I'll explain things later," he leaned down to whisper into his ear. "You won't believe who's back," seeing the joyful golden eyes, Harry realized immediately that the wolf was excited, content, and joyful, which meant…
"Padfoot?" was whispered breathlessly. Moony nodded, grinning, before shrinking the trunk and handing him a Portkey. In moments, they were headed to the Burrow. Appearing in the chaos of the Weasleys' living room, Harry let a small smile flicker across his lips.
"Harry!" he laughed softly when Ginny and Hermione attacked him, the two girls hugging him tightly and pecked his cheeks. Blinking, Harry looked at the two excited girls for a moment, wondering what he had just seen. It seemed as though something flickered between the two witches. Blinking, he was stunned to see light colors surrounding them. Hermione had a soft brown-gold, layered with dark blue and hints of green. Ginny had a light blue glow about her, green, blue, and hints of red mixed together.
Closing his eyes for a moment, he reopened them only to find the colors had vanished. Smiling indulgently at the two witches' excited chatter, he barely noticed Remus's concerned look. The werewolf frowned briefly, seeing the confusion and glazed eyes on his surrogate godson. Nodding faintly to himself, he made certain to speak with the small Gryffindor.
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Harry had settled into Percy's old room, wondering what was going on with Ron.
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Harry greeted the other Weasleys enthusiastically, returning Mrs. Weasley's hug shyly, and smiling faintly at the twins' pranks. He finally found his best friend sitting at the table and went over to greet him. Before he could open his mouth, Ron had stood up and looked at him coldly, then stormed past him without a word, effectively silencing the bustle around them. Harry turned and looked after him, hurt flashing in his eyes.
"Sorry mate, we should have told you, those brains did something to him," Fred started.
"He's been having mood swings since he got home," George finished. Harry nodded, hiding the pain deep inside, putting up a cheerful albeit sad mask.
End Flashback ---Harry sighed, laying on his side, his back to the door. He was half-asleep when the door creaked open. "Harry?"
"C'mon in, Moony," Harry turned his head towards the werewolf, giving him a faint smile.
"Hey, you all right?" the concern in his golden eyes made him feel warm and tingly.
"Yeah," Harry scooted over, enabling the werewolf to sit down. Remus smiled softly at his godson.
"Okay, well, you asked why I looked so young again," he started, "there's a potion, a newly invented one, that actually helps more than Wolfsbane. I managed to get a hold of some and lo and behold, here I am. It tastes worse, but I only have to take it once in my lifetime. It helps with the transformations, the aging process. It truly is a miracle potion."
"Wow," Harry murmured, curled up into him. Remus hesitated a moment before pressing a fatherly kiss to his head. Harry sighed in contentment and snuggled into him.
"Yes, the creator goes under a penname, Shadow, I believe, rumors have it that he went to Arcane…" Remus smiled as he realized Harry had fallen asleep. "Good night cub," he tucked him in then left quietly.
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Eventually Ron came around, but Harry was still concerned. The redheaded boy was acting odd; he was a little too enthusiastic with them, complained worse than usual about homework, and seemed to stare at Hermione and into space more often. Harry tried to write it off as being affected by the brain things, but his instincts were nearly screaming something was off.
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"Hey Harry," Hermione started, smiling at the smaller boy. She hated the Dursleys' mistreatment, but wouldn't do anything because the brunette refused to admit they were wrong.
"Yeah?" Harry looked up from his book, it was a defense and offense spell book that Remus had gotten him.
"You seem to be dealing alright, from what happened last year," she said, hesitantly. Harry froze, wondering what she was talking about, the only thing he could think of was Sirius and the Veil, but didn't she know?
"I'm, okay," he mumbled, confused. Hermione and Ginny looked at him, mistaking his confusion for grief.
"I'm sorry Harry!" Hermione hugged him tightly, Ginny following suit. Harry caught a glimpse of Ron's jealous and angry face before red and brown hair blocked his vision.
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Harry sat up writing a letter to Remus. It was mostly about why the others didn't know about Padfoot, but it was also about more books he could get. Remus had been given the spare key to his vault and was buying books for him. They ranged from Healing Spells to Potions to a few Dark Spells. Remus understood that Harry needed to know what he was fighting against; but the more he read, the more confused he became.
He had also been reading up on history and the previous war. It was similar to what many claimed, but he found the reason behind the war was varied amongst the different groups. Most believed it was just a pureblooded supremacist movement, but then he would think about the important Death Eaters like Lucius Malfoy. Why would he risk everything he had to follow a supreme egomaniac? Something wasn't adding up. Remus encouraged his pursuit to finding his own reason for this war, since not even he remembered why the war started. Harry frowned, he found something that screamed major clue, but couldn't quite figure out what it was.
"Albus Dumbledore defeated the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945."
"The Dark Lord Voldemort appeared, terrorizing wizards and Muggles, twenty years before he was defeated by Harry Potter."
" Dumbledore announced to the Minister that he believed a new Dark Wizard had shown himself, calling himself Lord Voldemort."
Eyes widening, Harry looked closer at the first and third sentence he had peered at. Dumbledore seemed to always be in the thick of everything concerning dark wizards rising to power. He had been the icon for the Light for many, many years, which meant he was clearly famous, which was an understatement. Frowning, Harry remembered how everyone always thought his own fame had gone to his head, maybe Dumbledore's fame had done the same? But that would mean that Dumbledore was clearly trying to keep the spotlight on himself, but why? Eyes widening, Harry remembered the prophecy, which stated that he was the only who could kill Voldemort, but then the spotlight would shine on him, not Dumbledore.
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Remus's response to his letter was brief, but five new books were with it, as well as an apology. They didn't want anyone to know that Sirius was back, a condition placed on them by the person who had pulled him out. The person, someone named Tetras, had said it was all right to tell him but no one else. Remus also explained that she died a week before Harry was brought to the Burrow. The apology explained that Dumbledore had him trying to persuade the werewolf clans to the light's side, as Order business.
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Three weeks before school would start, they were informed they were to be moved to Headquarters. In a flurry of activity, they were packing most of the Weasley household. It wasn't until they were halfway to Grimmauld Place that they were told the Burrow was planned as a target. The Knight Bus, since they no longer had a Ford Anglia, dropped them off half a block away, to not arouse suspicion. They were just walking up when Mrs. Weasley was reminded of something Dumbledore had explained.
"Oh yes, we won't be alone, we've got another student living here for the summer, his name is Adrian Snape." she said pleasantly.
"No way! Snape has a son!" Ron exclaimed, disbelievingly. Hermione, Ginny, and Harry all stared at the Weasley matriarch in stunned surprise.
"Ronald Weasley! Show some respect, Professor Snape's wife died only a few weeks ago!" Molly scolded. (sorry, too lazy to write Mrs. Weasley from now on)
"Sorry," Ron apologized, bowing his head. Hermione and Ginny whispered softly to each other, wondering where he'd been, what he was like, what he looked like, etc. Harry felt numb, before feeling slightly dizzy. Blinking rapidly, he followed the clumsy Auror in, before groaning softly as she knocked over some obscure object. As Mrs. Black began screeching, he idly wished someone would find a way to rip her down. As though his wish were granted, the door to the kitchen, he didn't realize it was shut, slammed open, more yelling heightening the noise level in the cramped hallway. He saw, as if in slow motion, a teenage boy move past, his wand drawn, and a concentrated red spell fly from the wand's tip, but no spell escaped his lips, only his added insult to the painting. In a flash, time sped back up and the spell slammed into the painting, burning it to ashes. In the shocked moments, Harry got a good look at the boy as he turned to hiss at the other portraits in the hallway, and was surprised at what he saw.
Black spiky hair fell around a pale skinned face, a bit of pink across his face in anger, dark violet eyes glaring viciously at the annoying portraits. A slim toned body covered in Muggle style t-shirt and baggy pants, and boots. It wasn't his physical body Harry stared in awe at though, his aura was flaring with controlled concentration, he wasn't truly angry, a dark violet matching his eyes, but black flickered on the edges, and spots of white and gold swam gently through the tightly reined in magical signature. Looking closer, he saw a subtle outline over his body, matching almost exactly but a few differences. His eyes weren't dark violet; they were completely black, no irises, pupils, or white, just pure blackness that sucked one in. His fangs were large, two on his top jaw and two on his bottom, so he wasn't a vampire; claws decorated each of his fingers, sharp and curved. Blinking his emerald green eyes, Harry came back to reality.
"One more word out of any of you and you'll join her!" Adrian hissed, pointing his wand at the portraits. Immediately, all of them shut up, staring at him in fear. Harry felt more than heard the silence of both portraits and Order members.
"Adrian?" Snape stepped forward, looking at his son in concern.
"Finally, peace and quiet," the boy muttered, rubbing his temples. Harry watched curiously, as he glared icily at the Order meeting, specifically Dumbledore. "I am NOT joining the order," he turned to Snape, "YOU have no authority over me either," he turned to them, "and now I have a migraine. Anyone who bothers me, will be worst than her," he pointed to the portrait that was now bits of ashes and scorch marks. Glaring one last time, he headed up the stairs, holding his head gingerly.
"Was that…?" Ron asked.
"Yes," Dumbledore stated, "That was Adrian Snape,"
"He is hot!" Ginny squealed, Hermione blinked and nodded slowly. Snape scowled at them, rolling his eyes. Ron stared at the girls as they giggled, while Harry looked at them bemused. He kept quiet though, sensing his godfather's gaze on him. Turning to the werewolf, he looked at him silently, calm despite the maelstrom around them. Remus watched him carefully, also calm, as though used to the situation.
"What? He is," Hermione's comment and shrug broke Harry's gaze with his godfather, his thoughts tumbling about the boy who had just left them.
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Harry sat in the single bedroom, now that the house had been cleaned up a bit more, most could have their own rooms now. Ginny and Hermione continued sharing their room however. Ron was extremely pleased to have his own room.
"Harry?" Remus knocked before stepping in, closing the door behind him.
"Hi Moony," Harry laid down on the bed, his eyebrows furrowed. Remus sat down beside him, in the curve of his back. Automatically, the raven-haired boy shifted back to keep his back pressed to the older man's side.
"What did you see?" he asked softly, carding his hand through the messy but soft locks of hair. Harry sighed in contentment, leaning into the caress. Harry had told him about seeing others' auras, and other strange things that had been happening to him over the summer.
"I saw two things," he admitted softly, "one was his aura. It was, I don't know, mysterious, powerful, and beautiful; I could see he isn't human. Dark violet like his eyes, but black outlining it, and white and gold inside it, it was breathtaking, and so much power. It was all controlled, he wasn't even angry, only made it seem like it," Harry tried; he couldn't describe it, the feelings that washed over him. Remus let him pause, knowing it was difficult for him. Auras weren't exactly colors, they seemed like colors but weren't, so it was extremely difficult to describe them as such, they were more like emotions that had no human name.
"Yes?" Remus pressed, petting his hair firmer. Harry bit his lip, trying to find the words to describe what he'd seen.
"Firstly, everything went into slow motion," he said quietly, "that's how I was able to see his aura so clearly, but he was moving much faster than everything else. Um, anyway, it looked like he was wearing a glamour or something," Harry paused, looking at his godfather. He could see a faint outline around him when he concentrated, that of a wolf. "It's like you, you have a wolf outline around you, showing you transform into one, but his was human except for some things, his eyes, nails, and teeth." Harry stopped, sensing he shouldn't explain what he saw in details. "I don't know why, but I feel this needs to stay secret," Remus nodded, smiling softly and cheering up his depressed look.
"It's alright cub, I understand." And he did, Harry could see the truth in his eyes. Feeling better, Harry smiled back slightly before yawning, his eyes drooping. Remus kissed his head goodnight before tucking him in for a nap. Harry gladly snuggled down and fell asleep, no dreams or nightmares or visions. Just a sound sleep. Remus leaned against the door briefly, smiling faintly. Opening his eyes, his golden gaze looked around, studying the auras on the floor. Adrian's was dark, but flickering softly in time with Harry's. Smiling, the werewolf headed downstairs, knowing the two boys would help each other, emotionally and physically.
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Harry woke from his nap with a sigh of contentment, then struggled out of the covers and headed downstairs. During dinner, he watched Adrian closely under his bangs, feeling a tug towards him. Remembering the same tug a few weeks ago, Harry promised to himself to keep an eye on the new boy. He nearly cheered when Molly told them to be friendly to him. As Ginny dragged him into the study, Harry studied him closer. A strange painful feeling rose when he saw the two girls checking him out. Smiling almost normally, he shook hands with the other, introducing himself. A warm feeling filled his stomach, lingering even after their hands released each other.
Harry desperately contained his growls when Ron shook hands with him, and then Hermione's moment of flirting. He nearly bit his tongue off when Adrian seemed to not notice their flirting and instead stared off into space. Breathing in deeply, he pulled in his emotions, and nearly grinned when the strange mood swings stopped. Thankful, he joined in the conversation, wondering about what was wrong with him.
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(1) Harry was sitting in his room, trying to make sense of his strange emotions whenever he was around Adrian. For some reason he wanted to make Adrian proud, wanted to be as close to the slightly taller boy as possible, and of course, wanted his attention. Whenever he turned his attention to his friends though, Harry felt jealousy; yes he realized it was the evil emotion, rise up inside him. He would fume slightly for a few moments before Adrian returned his attention to him, as though sensing his unhappiness. Adrian didn't talk to them much, but he did help when they asked. Harry had watched him brew a potion once and was mesmerized. A feeling of longing and desire had swamped him, powerful enough that he dashed to his room, his face bright red.
When the twins and Ginny ruined one of his potions, Harry was amused at seeing the reserved boy running around, covered in pink, and leaving pink footprints wherever he went. He just laughed at them when he hung them up with the strange spell, watching in amusement at their struggling and the helplessness of the adults. He silently agreed with Adrian, they shouldn't interrupt someone making a potion, after all he did have Neville in his Potions class and the poor boy couldn't make much.
When Adrian mentioned the Training Circle, Harry felt a flash of pride rise in his chest. The boy had undergone training worse than the Cruciatus Curse, meaning he was strong. Harry didn't understand exactly why he was proud, but something told him that he needed to be strong.
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When they went to Diagon Alley, Harry briefly wanted to walk with Adrian as he and his father headed to the Apothecary, after Draco Malfoy stupidly insulted Adrian. Harry had felt fury, not anger, fury, rise within him at the disrespect the pure-blood had shown, but mellowed out when Adrian took him down a peg or four. He looking longingly at the backs of the Snape men but followed his friends reluctantly. He was easily bored when Ron and Ginny dragged them to Quality Quidditch Supplies, he just couldn't muster up the strength to even pretend to enjoy himself. He felt lonely, odd as it may sound, without Adrian close by. He knew Hermione was suspicious about his behavior; she often caught him when he was staring at the other raven-haired boy. He cheered up slightly when they went to the bookstore, looking around for any books about why he could be feeling so strange about the younger Snape. He didn't find anything, he wasn't going to ask the clerk about his feelings certainly. So he moped a bit until they met back up with the Snapes and went back to Headquarters.
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(2) "What! What do ya mean they're visiting the Malfoys!" Ron yelped. Molly frowned at her youngest son, as Harry and Hermione watched on wordlessly.
"Mr. Malfoy invited them over Ronald, they couldn't have refused without being impolite." she scolded.
"But then Malfoy will tell You-Know-Who that Adrian exists, and possibly corrupt him!" Ron yelled, turning red.
"No doubt everyone knows that Adrian exists, because of the visit to Diagon Alley, and what do you mean by "corrupt him?"
"Adrian's the only cool Slytherin we've met, no doubt Malfoy's going to try and push us apart!"
"Ron, we're not very close with Adrian anyway," Hermione reprimanded. "He's like a Ravenclaw, he prefers to read and study than talk about things."
"Oh, he isn't like that at all Hermione dear," Molly bustled about, "he's a nice boy, but he misses his friends back at his school. He's just trying to get accustomed to everything."
"I suppose," Hermione said thoughtfully. Harry just stared off to the side, feeling numb inside.
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Harry tried desperately to keep his mind occupied, in order to get rid of the depression he had entered from Adrian's leaving. He even studied his Potions texts, in the hopes that he'd get better and Adrian could help him with the more complicated ones. He still enjoyed flying and Quidditch of course, but he found himself wanting to try out what Adrian did, curious to see how he enjoyed doing them. He understood how reading could be addictive, but he wasn't doing too well with potions. Harry supposed that potions were to Adrian as flying was to Harry. Both good at it, and loved it. He wasn't so hopeless at it after some practicing, and rereading.
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Harry felt his scar twinge twice during the week Adrian was absent. He wasn't worried though. He knew Adrian could take care of himself, but his scar was no longer painful. All summer, he had painful visions, but as time moved on, the visions became less painful and more informative. He learned about different spells, rituals, and the Dark Order's hierarchy. He didn't tell anyone but Remus about this, who quietly told him not to tell anyone, especially the Order. Harry agreed, they would either think he was insane, going Dark, or try to experiment with him. He didn't want any of the three thanks.
As he learned more and more though, he continued to realize something wasn't quite right with Dumbledore's version of the Dark Order. Sure Voldemort used the Cruciatus Curse on his followers, but Harry realized, bemusedly, only on those who were quite, masochistic, and who failed in their important tasks. Simple things, like being late to a meeting, weren't met with Cruciatus but a more easy-going punishment. Slowly, Harry began to agree with some of their goals.
Muggles outnumbered them, nearly fifty to one; he learned this because Voldemort had been trying to recruit some obscure Wizarding villages and towns. Hermione was wrong, there were a few Wizarding villages in Britain, Europe, Asia, and other areas. There were more wizards and witches than he had been led to believe. Plus they had atomic bombs and such that they couldn't match, at least not yet, so they shouldn't be informed of their society.
Second, they didn't kill Muggles for pleasure, only those who found out about the Wizarding Society and were trying to reveal its existence to others. A crude but effective solution, since Memory Charms could be removed and were considered "improper use of magic" to the Ministry.
Third, they had been trying to clean up the corruption in the Ministry for years, Lucius Malfoy actually being a key player in this. He may not have been Minister, but he could very well have been, putting several papers into Fudge's hands that would have helped Muggleborns if the Minister wasn't a butthead. (couldn't resist, sorry, )
Fourth, they didn't want to eliminate Muggleborns, they knew the old blood was dying out, but they wanted Muggleborns to be taught the traditions that come with their heritage, and for them not to bond with or marry Muggles, to help their society expand, and not reveal their society. They understood that the purebloods were becoming weaker because of inbreeding, though thankfully birth defects weren't an issue with wizards and witches.
Harry understood their goals, but didn't quite understand how Voldemort veered from this course and started killing mercilessly. He learned in his next vision that Voldemort was still recovering from several curses placed on his mind, his resurrection freeing him from curses and spells on his previous body. Also, he learned that Snape was a spy, for Voldemort, and kept quiet, not yet certain of his own loyalties. He had never really chosen his side of the war, protecting his friends and those he called family, and was suddenly thrust into the spotlight as the icon of good and light. He knew in his first year that the Slytherins weren't evil and the Gryffindors good, but he didn't want to ruin his friendship with Ron, and later Hermione. Now, he was realizing how foolish and naïve he was back then. He truly was a Slytherin, but he stood by his own morals, not anyone else's.
With a sigh, Harry closed the book he had been pretending to read, staring up at the ceiling. He wanted to know the truth, and he wanted to know Adrian's take on the war. He too had been thrust into this war, probably clueless, only he was automatically labeled as a Dark supporter because of his father. Rolling over onto his side, Harry pulled his glasses off and closed his eyes, making his decision. Whatever Adrian chose, so would he.
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Hey! Fifth chappie, pain in my behind. I hated going back to the other chapters to figure this out, but hey, I loved your reviews, they really motivated me. Now if only my other reviews motivated me as much. Sorry bout that too.
1) This obviously isn't in the previous chapters, it's during one of Adrian's recluse moments.
2) I copied and paste several sections, I was too lazy to rewrite it, but I did adjust it to match Harry's POV.
Here's the review replies:
Thanks to:
FireChildSlytherin5: thanks for reviewing, again! (grins) Yoy know more people should bow to you, since you point out the obvious when others forget about it! Thanks again!
trickymidnightdreamer: thanks for the compliment, I usually try to make my own characters inconspicuous, otherwise I have to describe their pasts, personalities, etc. Which get boring for me and the readers…which ends up in me stopping, which makes the readers mad, and then they throw stuff at me, and, (sighs) I love responding to reviewers! Thanks!
Deep Blue Dragon: I'm glad you like it, may I ask whether you were hyper when you wrote it? Cause it looks so from your typing. (grins) It's okay, I usually look worse than that when I get excited. Thanks for the review, I really appreciate it.
Silver Lady: 0.0 Wow, first off, before I answer, you either were really bored or really curious. You are my longest reviewer, you get a cookie just for that. . Now, onto your questions: 1) Yes it is slash, yes it is Harry/Adrian, or Adrian/Harry, whatever the difference is. But yes it also is Harry/Zeke.
Sorry about confusing you. Some readers are touché about mpreg, or male pregnancy if you're new or have no idea the lingo, and I wanted something unique to flavor my fic. Now I've read where Harry is a boy. I've read where he is a girl. I've read where a male character he is paired with is a girl, or turned into a girl, via potion or spell. Now I wanted, as I am a girl, a male character to show my, mood swings I guess you can say. I'm kinda basing Adrian as myself, since I, so far, have not developed Multiple Personality Disorders, phooey. Alas, I veer off. And just sounded like Dumbledore. So anyway, can you see where I'm going? A new twist, a unique, I think, idea, etc. Moving on, however, it will be slash, they only get together, Harry/Zeke, I mean, when they want little kiddies running around.
2) I believe I answered this question in this chapter actually. Adrian has a few pennames he goes by, similarly to his friends from Arcane, Shadow is his Potions Master penname, Darkness is his personal penname since they didn't want nicknames. He's got a few others that aren't here yet.
3) Yes I'm aware of Adrian's name being gender neutral. I know, basically, how this story is going. But I'll explain it to you because I love your review. He, at Arcane, is called Adrian and Adriana, hint hint, but he knew he was going to be in a war when he came to Britain. Thus, he decided, spur of the moment, to change his name to Zeke in his female form. He'll use his female form in battle with the DE against the Order, hint hint: disguise, but will act like a male in it. He'll wear armor and such to make it seem that she is a he, to the Order, hence the entirely male name Zeke. Plus I liked the name and wanted to name her a male name because she's awesomeness.
Sorry for confusing you so, I hope I explained it to you, if not, then my mind is far too strange for most people to understand and I hope you figure it out slowly as the fic continues. But I really do appreciate your questions and review, I think I've told everyone about my fetish for answering questions.
I believe I answered my update question last chapter too, I usually try to update twice a month, but have only updated once a month so far. Most chapters get done fast, others are slow, but all I've tried to be the same length or longer as the previous chapter. This one is strained though, I haven't started on the next one yet, plus it's a bit short, but it's actually given me more ground to work with for the next few chapters. It's a bit boring yes, but it'll help ground the story. Sorry for the few updates, but I do bring out the larger chapters and such.
wover03: (huggles reviewer) Really? I wanted it to be a Harry/Voldemort or an Adrian/Voldemort before, but couldn't decide. When the reviewers said they wanted Harry/Adrian I pouted a bit but agreed since it was also one I wanted to do just not as much. I love threesomes or even foursomes: my favs are Voldemort, Harry, Lucius, and Severus together, so long as Harry's in them. Me luv the raven-haired Gryffindor!
But in my previous reviews, I stated most reviewers don't like mpreg, and didn't think many liked threesomes or foursomes, so I didn't comment on it. If I get three to five reviewers saying they want it like this then I'll consider writing up an alternate story, with it instead. If I get more, and not a lot of flamers, I'll consider writing this fic to it. It really just depends on you guys. I'm very a very accommodating writer, so long as I like the subject, I'll write as many twists as anyone wants.
Well, it's past twelve thirty on June 11, and I have to get ready for tomorrow in a few hours, it's a rather special day that I'm not happy about. I'll let you guys guess. Bye and enjoy!