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Chapter Three – Welcome Home Harry!
Harry awoke in an unfamiliar place. He looked down at his undressed state and sighed. He looked around and found a meadow encircled by a grove of trees. He looked out and saw the familiar structure of his Manor in the distance. He shook his head and walked toward the familiar building. What had drawn him to that meadow and why couldn't he remember? He shrugged and approached his new home. He knew it was called a manor but really it appeared as more of a smaller castle. White marble towers poked out from the horizon. The field gave way to a forest that surrounded and northern and southern sides. Harry walked into the overly large home happy that Dobby was once again able to snap clothing on him. Upon entering the large home, he found a view of the Irish Sea from the western facing windows. The manor was set back a bit from a cliff overlooking the sea. Harry never thought he would be that close to the ocean. Something just clicked into place as he sighed. He was finally home.
He walked through the large entryway and up the mahogany grand staircase that was the focal point of the entry way. With each step he felt pulled toward the Master Bedroom, where he assumed his mates were already awaiting him. He continued to climb and soon stood in shock at the portraits lining the long hallway with multiple doorways. His ancestors lined the walls and they all had the same messy black hair. They all peered at hem through rounded eye glasses. It was the two portraits flanking the doorway that captured every bit of his attention. His mother's familiar smiling face stood on the wall right of the doorway and his father's portrait on the left of the doorway had a smug look.
His mother's portrait spoke first, "It is so nice to finally see you home sweetie. What has taken you so long? I thought Sirius would've brought you here right after we died."
Harry shook his head no, "He was framed Mum. The ministry threw him in Azkaban without a trial or a confession. I was left on the doorstep of the Dursleys Family, where I was raised. I had to return during the summer holidays because of your sacrifice and the blood wards."
His mother's matching green eyes glowed with fury, "Who sent you to my sister? Who didn't follow our requests in our will? Who sent you to a family that hated magic?"
Harry shook his head, "It's a long story Mum. I'm tired and really just want to spend some time with my two mates before I'm called to another. However, I will advise you that it was Dumbledore who sent me there. He had Hagrid take me from Sirius' arms and fly me there. Part of me wondered what would've happened had Sirius refused. If he had to care for me then he probably wouldn't have chased after Peter. He would've raised me. Then again, who knows what Dumbledore would've done to ensure his plans?"
Harry opened the door and closed it to his parents' conversations. He looked around the overly large room. There was a sitting room portion near the fireplace upon entry. A couple of finely made dressers flanked a door, which Harry could only assume was a closet door. Another door stood open showing a very nice looking bathroom. The floor had very comfortable white carpet and the bed in the room was a king sized canopy bed. All of the furniture was in a dark cherry wood and the bedding was in gold. Harry smiled as he stared at his still sleeping mates. He quickly stripped from the clothes he wore and climbed into the bed. He slipped into place between his mates snuggling close. He tried to stop the spinning questions from circling his mind. His parents were shocked to find out he was forced to live with the Dursleys. Why hadn't he received a copy of their will? He added it to a mental list he planned on asking Dobby to look into. He quickly fell to sleep in his mates' warmth.
Harry found himself in an unfamiliar room with torch lined walls. The ceiling was domed in a similar manner associated with Ancient Roman architecture. It had rows upon rows of columns supporting arched doorways that looked more like Ancient Greek in origin. The intricate mosaic borders seemed to tell a wordless story about one man and his many creature mates. Harry could recognize Veelas, werewolves, vampires, and fairies. He noticed a being so ethereal he had no idea what it was. It had tall pointed ears, pale shimmering complexion, and striking eyes. If he didn't know what house-elves looked like, Harry would've believed it was depicting elves straight from the works of JRR Tolkien. At the same time, there were many other creatures of which Harry wasn't familiar. He sometimes wished that Hagrid was a better teacher in Care of Magical Creatures.
He finally tore his eyes off of the mosaic and looked back up at the ceiling. The geometric patterned banner going around the very top of the room were reminiscent of the Muslim influence on some buildings in Spain from the Moorish invasion. It wasn't until he looked down at the many small pools of different colored liquid that he noticed the Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics running along the middle path on black marble floors in gold. The path split the room into two sides of the room, where five circular pools stood on the right side of the path and six oval pools stood on the left. He followed the writing he didn't understand along the center path with his eyes until he found a man standing upon a raised platform in the middle of the room. The man's hair was to his waist and the same dark colors as Harry's. His eyes were closed and his palms were held out with the palms up as if he were communing with a higher power. His body was adorned in a white toga and his features reminded Harry of the elves on the wall. It was the pointed ears that gave away his possible relation to those beings.
Harry just stood there with an open mouth and the man's eyes popped open of their own accord. The familiar green eyes stared back at him and Harry shivered. The man's mouth stayed closed as his voice boomed in Harry's mind. Welcome youngling to the hall of your ancestors. We are in the room of mates where you shall gaze upon each pool and see into the very soul of each of your mates. While the choice was yours alone, it appears your soul has already locked onto your mates. Your creature has already accepted them. Your full circle of mates is represented in this room. You must understand their past and their insecurities. This knowledge will enable you to properly protect and love them. You have done well on your own, but there is still much you must learn. The first pool is the past, where you will learn the secrets of each of the mates for which you have come in contact. Peer into the inky blackness of the pool so reminiscent of your first mate's eyes. After you've gone through each of their pasts, you will return to understand their hopes, desires, pleasures and pains.
Harry nodded and realized he recognized the voice from his own mind. Was this the person who was communicating with him since waking up on his birthday weeks ago? He slowly stepped into the inky black pool and was filled with the familiar energy belonging to his first mate, his beloved potion's master. It wasn't long before he felt a pull on his mind and flashes of the past started to play as if he'd stepped into a pensive storing all of his first mate's earliest memories.
He quickly found himself remembering things about Severus that he couldn't even remember about himself. He went through the birth canal had been like for his mate. The bright light of the hospital and being out of the warm and dark place that had sheltered him for so long, but at the same time he watched it as if he were an observer rather than experienced it. He looked upon the young woman with dark hair and the familiar black eyes. A tawny haired man stood beside her with bright blue eyes. He seemed excited at the prospect of the child. The man reached out, "He's so beautiful Eileen. I never thought we could have a child so handsome. How are you going to hide my assistance with the creation of this child from your husband?"
She shook her head no, "I have to find a way to hide it. Look at him Reginaldus. How am I supposed to hide his changeling heritage? I'd hope the curse would skip a generation, but apparently I will need to suppress it like my mother did before me. Of course, it will take one more binding potion to insure his metamorphic abilities are hidden as well. It will take another so he takes on the appearance of Tobias. I really do hate lying with that filthy muggle."
Something in the man's handsome face seemed familiar, but Harry just couldn't place it. Part of him knew this was something Harry shouldn't know about his mate. The man's voice was low and pleading, "Why did you face losing your inheritance to marry that muggle?"
Eileen's dark eyes peered at him with so much love that Harry could feel his heart in his throat, "I am the younger sibling. I wouldn't be able to be with you, Love, if I had married that man. I had no desire to face the wrath of that horrible Abraxas. I'm sure he killed his wife so that he could take another. Plus, how could I explain my already pregnant status? Who would want to marry him? He would've killed me upon the realization. I didn't want to marry him. I couldn't marry you because of my sister Belladonna. I knew after we were able to convince her of Rabastan that we couldn't force anymore children upon her. So, I went out and found one of the worst Muggles out there and eloped. The poor man will never know about the memory charm I put him under."
"You can't rely on those forever, Love. Didn't you say something about finding him in a seedy club dancing with some bloke when you mesmerized him? How can he even believe that he's been with you?"
"You know that's the only escape I had from that betrothal. I even attempted to go to Dumbledore, but he refused to help me. I am sure it was because I am a horrible snake. If I had been one of his precious lions, then he would've found some way to assist. He has so much power after his defeat of that dark lord. Yet, he refuses to help those in need when it is asked of him. He's the reason why I had to do something so drastic. Are you sure that she doesn't suspect Rabastan's true parentage?"
He smiled at her, "You know it does come in handy to have an affair with the sister of my wife, as there's bound to be a family resemblance. We were fortunate enough that he took more after my line. The only concern I had was finding a way to hide it from Rodolphus without damaging my heir. I would take this little one off your hands as well, but Belladonna had herself sterilized when Rabastan was still an infant. Her opinion was that since she already gave me an Heir and a spare. She didn't need to go through pregnancy anymore. That's what I get for allowing my parents to choose which sister to marry. Of course, the Lestrange curse caused them to choose the crazy one."
"I love you more than anything Reginald."
He kissed her and the baby's head, "I love you both as well. If only you hadn't fallen pregnant with Rabastan while still attending Hogwarts. What are you going to name him, love?"
"I rather like the name Severus and Tobias for a middle name so that no one has any questions."
Harry tried to close his mouth at the news he already uncovered. His beloved Severus was a pureblood, but his mother hid it from him along with his gifts. His mind didn't even want to grasp to whom his mate was related. The scene faded away and was replaced with the familiar neglect associated with Severus' childhood. He did notice that Reginaldus came around after Tobias went to work. Eileen would pay attention to Severus more in the man's presence. It was when Reginaldus didn't appear for years on end that she and Tobias started fighting more often. It was during those years that she left Severus to fend for himself. Tobias started focusing on Severus because he was too young to fully fight back as his magic appeared.
Eileen did speak with Severus while Tobias was at work. She explained to him his magical heritage and the importance of the houses in Hogwarts. It was during these scenes that Harry saw why Severus ended up in Slytherin. He continued to watch where Eileen's lover didn't appear, but he wasn't sure what was going on in the wizard's life. Harry felt some relief mixed with great sadness when he watched Severus reach out to a beautiful muggleborn witch. The Mimicker didn't know how to feel when he was faced with the mother he never knew and his horrible horse faced aunt. He clapped when he watched Severus get angry and almost hit Petunia with a branch. He continued to watch and it was the summer before Severus went off to Hogwarts that Reginaldus reappeared. He was watching Severus and Lily from the tree line before going off to visit with Eileen.
Harry wanted to resurrect his father only to kill him, when he saw the interaction between James and Severus. First, the arrogant bully looked down upon the neglected boy because of what he was wearing. Then he laughed at him when Severus mentioned his desire for Slytherin. Harry felt his heart almost break when he watched Severus' face as Lily was sorted into Gryffindor with Sirius and James. He continued to watch as Severus' dorm mates ostracized him because he was someone they didn't know. He wasn't a part of their Pureblood play groups as children, so they knew that he couldn't have been more than a half-blood. Harry watched as Rabastan Lestrange, who was three years older than Severus, pinned the gangly first year against the wall. He was stopped by a rather angry looking Lucius Malfoy.
Harry could feel Severus' relief when he found a friend in the blond pure-blood. He seemed to rule the roost and Severus was safe because he was taken under the Seventh year's wing. Harry watched as Severus stood outside of a bathroom stall where a broken Lucius was crying. His grey eyes were filled with tears as he pleaded with a higher power. "Please protect me from him? Someone please help me. I've grown up knowing what would happen if my birthday passed and I showed signs of being anything other than dominant. He will definitely check this summer and I will be subjected to the dominant way before he finds me a bride."
Harry continued to stand by that stall as the young Severus snuck away. Part of him wanted to comfort Lucius as much as he wanted to continue to learn about his other mate's life. The scene shifted again in a whirlwind of Severus being a victim to the Marauder's plots. A couple of years of the same repeating events passed before, another emotionally strong memory came to the forefront. A heavily pregnant Eileen had picked Severus up from King's cross. She was maybe a month shy of giving birth. The scene soon shifted. She was pushed into a wall by a very drunk Tobias. He was screaming, "I know what you've been doing bitch. You've been using your freakish ways on me. How dare you!"
Harry's eyes widened as he noticed the blood dripping from Eileen's leg. A very scared Severus helped his mother into her bed. Severus cried, "What do I do?"
His pale mother spoke through gritted teeth, "The baby's coming."
Harry felt his hands clamp down as he watched an unskilled Severus deliver a baby, but luckily he could stand off to the side. So, he didn't have to see everything that was involved. He felt relief when he heard the baby let out a strong cry, but it was short lived. He watched Eileen's eyes glaze over as blood gushed out. It was a few moments before Severus took his eyes off the bundle in his arms and over at his visibly dead mother. He let out a whimper, "Please Mummy, please don't leave me. What are we going to do without you? You can't leave us with him. Please don't leave us with him."
Harry understood the fear. Severus only had to be there for the summer holidays, but he couldn't trust his father to care for his sibling. The blood covered boy wrapped the baby up in a dark worn blanket before lifting his wand to call the knight bus, which was observed with a sense of déjà vu. Harry remembered his own trip the summer before his third year. The dark hair obscured the young wizard as he climbed upon the bus. He reached in his pocket, and pulled out a few sickles, "Prince Hall."
The bus stopped outside of a tall but dark gothic styled manor. The gates were reminiscent of something straight out of Dracula. However, Roses were worked into the black ironwork. Severus didn't seem to shiver as he walked through the gate and up the long path to the manor's front door. Harry could feel his hope that somehow his unknown grandparents would do something for the two of them. It was as if Harry could see the thoughts from the way the boy walked. He knocked on the door and was greeted by a tea towel wearing house elf. Its large black eyes looked up at them, "What's you doing here? No muggle spawn is allowed here."
Harry never thought he'd hear his mate plead but he was wrong in that moment. The thirteen year old Severus begged, "Please just get the master and mistress of the house. I must speak to them. I bring news of their youngest daughter."
The elf scowled at him before closing the door. Harry watched as the boy cried but seemed to remain strong for his sibling, "Please, wee one. You have to hold on. I will get you someplace warm soon. We will find you a home. I will not allow that man to touch you, you darling little girl."
Harry stared down at the baby girl's hair and watched as it changed shade randomly before a very harsh looking woman came to the door with black hair, "What are you doing here boy?"
Severus held the baby out to her and Harry noticed the pointed ears at that moment, "Please find her a home. My mother died giving birth to her. I don't trust that muggle to care for her while I'm at school. Please let her grow up somewhere safe. Please find her a family."
The woman with matching dark eyes looked down her nose at him and scowled, "I will find a suitable home for the half-blooded brat. Now, you should head back home. I'm sure you have a mother to bury and a father to console. It's too late for you boy, but I'll find a proper home for this little thing."
Severus just nodded before walking away from the home. Harry watched as the teen walked back toward the gate. He seemed to walk to a phone booth and called someone for a ride. Harry was surprised when he recognized the red head that climbed out of the car. She helped him back in and seemed to sooth him as her parents drove off. Severus' school days seemed to get darker as Rabastan Lestrange cornered Severus in the boy's shower. "I'm sure that someone like you has never been propositioned before. As a lowly half-blood, I'm sure you still need to be taught your place. Now get down on your knees and take my magnificent pure-blood cock into your mouth you filthy whore."
Harry watched the scene unfold until Regulus Black walked in and pushed Rabastan against the wall. He helped Severus to his feet and rushed him out of the room. "Are you okay? I really don't know what's wrong with that boy. You'd think that Reginaldus, his father, would teach him how to behave more like his older brother Rodolphus. My mother's just sure that he's spoiled since he's the youngest."
Harry's mouth dropped, as he could no longer deny the connection. Severus had just been propositioned and forced to perform oral by his own older brother. Harry paled at the realization that Severus was related to the Lestrange brothers' who'd helped torture the Longbottoms. Harry watched as Regulus comforted a still shaking Severus and tucked him into his bed. The younger black ran his fingers through Severus' hair, "I know that you need to wash your hair to remove the potion fumes. I think it would be best if you only used the Prefect's bathroom. My brother told me the password. So, I will take you up there once a week. I think you should just stick with cleaning charms until then. I really don't know what's wrong with that boy. Remember, he's only here for another year after this one."
Harry wasn't sure he wanted to watch anymore after that. He had a feeling he knew what would come next as Severus already told him about it. It didn't stop it from appearing before him. He watched a familiar gangly looking pale boy with stringy black shoulder length hair. The scene had to have happened after the Fifth Year memory he saw in Severus' pensieve the year before. The teen was sitting naked on his bed with cum smeared all over his stomach crying. He fisted his hair with both hands in his distress. He wasn't speaking but Harry could feel every emotion. The young wizard was disgusted by his body's reaction. Why did he have to react to that man's touch?
The bedroom door slammed open and a tall man with short black hair and a huge beak of a nose walked into the room. "I'll give you something more to cry about. If you're going to whimper with that mouth of yours, how about you use it to please me instead? Get over here now, boy."
The red-eyed teen had slumped shoulders. He kneeled before the man. It wasn't long before that blurry figure was pushing his erect penis into the young man's mouth, "You better keep your teeth off of it. That's it keep that jaw relaxed. If you cooperate it will be over sooner."
The boy tried not to choke as the man started thrusting fiercely down his throat as he violently held onto the dark hair. The man was lost in the pleasure as he made disgusting sounds. Soon he was releasing down the throat of the young man before pulling out and slamming him to the floor, "It's all you'll ever be good for you know. You're just like that slut of a mother you had before she decided to die and saddle me with you. Don't worry, I expect you to perform that well every day for the rest of this summer. You won't tell anyone about these activities because they would never believe I would touch something as disgusting as you."
The man turned away for a moment before a cruel twinkle came to his dark eyes. He picked up the teen and threw him in the closet. "I think I'll make you into the perfect little whore. You'll be hungry for my come because it will be the only food you'll get for the next few weeks. Enjoy the darkness. I'll be back to feed you soon."
The days passed and Severus grew more wane each time the man pulled him from the closet. One day something snapped and inky blackness erupted from Severus. Tobias Snape lay dead in a pile of blood. Severus' eyes were unfocused as he moved, packed his trunk, and left the house. He raised his wand and found his way to the Leaky Cauldron. He went to Knockturn Alley and found a place to sell some of the potions he brewed before making his way back to the Cauldron. He booked a room and ate something for the first time that summer. He stayed there for the rest of the holidays before returning to Hogwarts. Harry could only assume that Severus' mind couldn't grasp what really happened and placed someone releasing him instead. He would need to research what that blackness meant.
The scene blurred into the rest of Severus' Hogwarts years melded into his initiation as a Death Eater. Harry had no desire to watch his strong minded mate playing the perfect pet to his fellow Death Eaters. He had to hold back the gorge at the horrible dark rituals in which his mate was forced to participate. Many of them giving power to and shaping what the Dark Lord would become. Harry saw the man broken down in Dumbledore's office as he mourned the loss of his best friend. Harry watched Severus forced into the role of a spy and Potion's Professor. Soon everything faded away Harry took in a deep breath.
He looked around the room wondering why he was being tortured in such a way. He'd met Severus' sister the summer before as she was a member of the order. How did one remove a binding potion? His snake venom had removed the shifting suppressant. Harry knew he was out of his depth, but he wasn't quite sure how to discuss it with his mate. How does he tell his mate that he knew his sister was alive and that he had two brothers?
You will have to return later to view your next mate's pool. Your mate has awoken and he needs you. You will want to return to the realm of the living and leave this dream world. I will remain in contact as you make your way through your bonding.
Harry awoke to a whimpering Severus. He shook the man awake and black eyes stared at him with absolute fear. Harry kissed his forehead, "I'm here Severus. I'm here to protect you. That man will never touch you again. None of them will do so. We'll find your sister. I'm sure she's interested in finding out about her older brother."
Severus blinked a few times and allowed Harry to pull him into a tight hug. Sirius stirred behind his back. Severus groaned, "How do you know about that?"
Harry shrugged, "I had a dream. I know that you're a Changeling much like Nymphadora Tonks, your sister. I witnessed that summer you told me about first hand."
Severus's eyes widened, "My sister. How could I have forgotten about my sister?" He went quiet for a bit and his whole face shut down. Harry could only assume he was combing his mental fortifications. Severus let out a frustrated yell upon returning, "That Bumblebee wiped her from my memory. He said it was for the greater good. He took my sister's memory from me after she was sorted in her first year."
Harry sighed running a hand through his hair. He couldn't help but wonder if it was time to change the subject. "I guess there are some things we should all discuss, Love. I understand that I am here to protect both of you, but I can't protect you from your pasts. We will need to face those pensieved memories, but I'm just not ready to yet. I know that each of you will have an assigned Omega. Do you think you could protect them as well as I am willing to protect you?"
Severus sat up proud, "I am fully capable of protecting others. However, I am not sure that they would be interested in being with someone like me."
Sirius climbed over Harry so that he could look him in the eye, "I would protect my mate with my life. No harm will come to my omega. I refuse to allow what happened to me to happen to my blessed mate. He will mean everything to me."
Harry sighed, "I just wish I knew who they all were. I've been having some interesting dreams. Last night I dreamt all about Severus. There were five pools on one side and Six on the other. I have a feeling that I will be looking into other pools over the next few nights. I saw what you witnessed with Lucius. What did he mean by the dominant way?"
Severus shuddered, "Some pureblood families frown upon their heir being submissive. Lucius Malfoy went through hell when he discovered his tendencies at school. He was in seventh year when I was in my first year. I remember how pale he looked the day after his birthday. If you saw that, you know how he looked. His father did something horrible to him. I didn't witness that ritual but I did see the after effects. His father removed his manhood. He told me that his father then impregnated him. He called me there to help him with the sickly Draco. The only reason why Draco has survived as long as he has is because of the potions I brew for him. He's suffered from hemophilia for years. Yes, we must get to Malfoy Manor and we must transport the two of them here. We will need to research blood adoption rituals and see if we can come up with a candidate who could replace Abraxas' genetics in Draco. Please let me help. I was made his godfather."
Harry felt something call to him. He wasn't ready to be called to another one. Was Lucius one of his mates? "Wait, if Lucius carried Draco then what is Narcissa?"
Sirius answered, "She was in love with someone else. She was forced to marry Lucius after Andromeda ran away."
Severus sighed and looked away, "I could tell by the way she stared at Regulus at Death Eater meetings that she cared for him greatly. He was a year younger than me. Yes, I do believe that Narcissa Black was in love with Regulus Black."
Sirius made a choking sound, "I didn't know about that. Why didn't I know about that? Regulus was still her cousin but they were distantly related because my brother wasn't from the banshee known as my mother."
Harry sighed, "Then we should probably pay them a visit. I don't like it when I get a pull like this. I have this overwhelming desire to go straight to Malfoy Manor and cuddle Lucius. That is absurd. We will bring them here so you can research blood adoption rituals. I would hate to know that one of my school mates is that sick even if he's a ponce."
A/N: I have posted the first three chapters of this story. It is a reworking of what I have posted on A03 but fitting fanfiction compliance. I will try and post a chapter each Saturday until it is complete.