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Chapter Six – Missing Time

Draco sat in the library with his godfather knowing his world had tilted on its axis. He always knew his parents never loved one another. He never realized his grandfather was his father. He always knew he was sickly. He understood his many health issues, but never realized why. How could any father do that to his son? He understood things would improve after the ritual the following night. At the same time, he couldn't determine how he really felt about having Hermione Granger as a blood adopted sister.

He looked over at Severus, "Do you really think this blood adoption is a good idea?"

The potion's mater's black eyes bored into him, "Are you really asking me that? Of course Draco, you'd rather continue with your blood clotting potion regimen. I understand your continued infirmities are better to live with instead of polluting your pure blood with that of a muggle. It doesn't matter that Hermione is the brightest witch in your year. All you can see is the bullocks you were raised with. Do you still see a Mudblood, Draco?"

Draco's grey eyes widened, "That's not what I meant. I just really hoped it wouldn't cause me to get her hair. I mean, that curly mess, how horrible? I know there are plenty of health benefits. You also know I've always wanted a sister. At this point, I would accept the know-it-all. I still don't know how I should feel. I don't like how my grandfather treated my father. Not that I remember Abraxas he died shortly after I was born."

Severus pulled him into a hug, "I understand things are confusing for you right now love. Finding out that your father's more female than male is probably one of them. Don't worry though Love, Harry will take good care of him. I'm sure he will give you more brothers and sisters soon. I know Harry is excited about the pregnancy. I'm happy I've been able to talk him into allowing me and Sirius to wait until the rest of you graduate. I'm still not sure if I want to pass along my genes."

"I'll just be happy when that bastard's contribution is overridden by Hermione's. Do you know when she might join us to make those plans? She's already gathered all of this information regarding the ritual. We still have so much to decide before the day comes. I think she plans on making sure the ritual is modified. So, she is adopting me as a sister and not a child. At the same time, I haven't been feeling well recently."

Severus whipped out his wand and started casting diagnostic charms. He just cast spell after spell while Draco sat still waiting for the verdict. His godfather looked at him, "There's nothing physically wrong with you. You've been under quite a bit of emotional trauma." He pulled out the familiar lavender colored potion, "I want you to go to your room and drink that. I think you could use some more sleep. We will continue with the ritual research without you. I'm sure that Hermione and her mates will come down shortly."

Draco just took the potion and nodded before leaving the library. His sleep the night before was prevented by his constant worries. He really hoped he'd feel better after a potion induced sleep. Part of him knew it wouldn't change the person his grandfather was. At least, it would allow him to rest and refresh. He needed all of the strength he could get when it was time to perform the ritual. He wondered how his appearance would change. Would her bushy hair override his baby fine blond hair? He knew his mate would never reject him no matter what changed in his appearance from the blood adoption. Would he lose some of the more pointed features that made him resemble a ferret?

Severus made his way into the master bedroom. He wasn't in the mood to share a bed with Maeve and Sirius in one of the spare rooms. The two of them were eyeing each other in the library while he continued the research on his own. He was sure they were up for marathon shagging. He was glad didn't have Lucius' creature. He couldn't imagine needing sex that much. It was something he'd rather not think about. Hermione not making an appearance was another thing he didn't want to think about. He never understood the need for such acts. They were disgusting. They always left him feeling dirty and used. He wondered if he would ever enjoy them.

He looked around the room. Where to had Harry disappeared? He was supposed to share his bed with him. Severus wasn't meant to sleep not alone. He poured himself a glass of fire whiskey. It was only there to help him wind down. He promised he would stop at one glass. When Harry still didn't make an appearance, he didn't stop at one glass. Several glasses later and Harry still wasn't there. He was a drunken mess before he collapsed to the bed and fell asleep.

Severus kicked out, rolled, and moved his arms as if he was fighting off an attacker. One standing over him would notice the sweat beading at his forehead. His face showed worry in his furrowed brow. He made noises similar to a drowned cat. He continued to toss and turn in the overly large but empty bed. His pale chest contrasted with the gold comforter. The early rays of dawn peaked through the window. As the nightmare came to its end, his curtains of black hair parted. He sat up in bed with a loud gasp as if drawing in oxygen after coming up from a swim.

Severus slowly stood from the bed on shaky legs. The memories of the dream started to fade away. He really hated waking up alone. No matter the amount of occluding he managed the night before, which wasn't much as he passed out. His subconscious always wreaked havoc on his slumbering mind. His mind had gone back to Harry's claiming of him. What was playing out in his mind while that act occurred? He had quickly blamed it on the after effects of way too much fire whiskey. He couldn't help but wonder if there was something more to it. He had promised himself he would never use alcohol as a crutch like his horrible muggle father had. He slowly walked into the connected bathroom. He allowed the blessedly cold water run over his hands keeping his eyes closed.

His claiming had been absolutely horrible when it should've been a wonderful event. He was lighter knowing he had someone for which he could spend the rest of his life. He had many people he could consider family. He couldn't help but wonder how long his alpha would keep him around. Sure, he could change his appearance to something more favorable, but he would never be the most attractive person. His personality had been lacking for many years. No matter how many years he spent around people, he was still socially awkward. He splashed the cold water on his face, which helped drive those memories from his mind. However, nothing would drive them from his battered heart.

In his cloudy mind, he saw Harry as his father. As his perfect mate was moving in and out of him and showing him he was loved. Severus couldn't help but see his childhood bully getting his final laugh. He could hear the taunts flowing out of that man's mouth, "Snivellus, I never thought you would be so quite while you were impaled by my cock. I really should've taken you ages ago. To think that you could have such pleasant expressions on your face, when you're being fucked like a dog. Why am I even looking at that ugly mug of a face? You really should have your face shoved in a pillow. So, I can at least pretend to be doing this with someone mildly attractive."

Severus knew he deserved every taunt from his bully. He was the one that cost his and his wife's life. Oh wonderful Lily with her beautiful waterfalls of brilliant auburn hair. Her emotions were always visible in those vibrant green eyes. Her same eyes stared at him from her son's face. They promised him love, which he knew he would never have. Severus knew she would never forgive him. She was willing to forgive Potter for being an arrogant toerag for so many years. She could never forgive him for one slip of the tongue after being so thoroughly humiliated. He had felt so emasculated when his female best friend stood up for him. Those eyes could never bestow him with the love he was seeing within them. They were only a mockery of what could've been.

Severus looked up at the unfamiliar reflection within the bathroom mirror. The image soon faded into his true self. The ugly, greasy-haired, potions professor with a huge hooked nose. It had evidence of being broken one too many times. The horrible sallow skin that made him look like an inferi except for the blue veins that stood out. It wasn't long before the tears formed and fell from his black soulless eyes. He groaned before splashing some more water on his face from his cupped hands. He could feel his shoulders shake with sobs. He really hated waking up alone. He slowly turned off the water moments later and grabbed the black towel hanging on the hook hear the sink. "Where did Harry go? What was so important that I had to be left in the bed alone? Well, I might as well get dressed and make a cup of tea. I'm not going back to bed anytime soon."

Harry groaned and rubbed his eyes. He didn't even want to open his eyes. Every part of his body was sore. Just moving caused his muscles to flare in angry protest. He slowly opened his eyes groaning even more. It was an unfamiliar scene before him. He was seated in his birthday suit on the green grass belonging to the meadow that lay just outside from his home's wards. The meadow was sprinkled with wild flowers made up of daisies, lavender, and dandelions. Toward the rising sun, the meadow gave way to a half circle of trees. Their green leaves shook in the ocean breeze coming from the opposite direction. Harry could smell the salt on the air before it mixed with a coppery scent of blood. He looked down at his chest and groaned at the five scratch marks still bleeding across his chest.

"What the hell happened last night?" He scrubbed his bangs from his sweaty forehead. He concentrated on any forthcoming memory, as memory lapses just didn't bode well. He groaned and stood. He wiped off the grass sticking to his nude form. "Didn't I go to bed last night with pajama pants on? How could I not remember undressing? Am I sleep-walking and fighting with a cougar at night?"

Upon entering the kitchen, he found Severus sitting there waiting for him. The usually soft-spoken man looked up from his cup of tea with haunted eyes. "Why'd you leave me to sleep alone last night? If you remember, you sent Maeve to sleep with Sirius. Why'd I wake up alone?"

Harry whispered, "I don't know what's happening Severus. This is the first time I've woken up out in that meadow. I've woken up with marks. It wasn't my intention to leave you alone. I had every intention of spending my night with just you. Please come and look at these scratches on my chest. We need to figure out what I'm doing out there. Have I been turning into some other Animagus form? Is another one of my beta mates around? I mean I turned into a snake when I first met you. Then I turned into a stag when I went after Sirius. I knew that he needed to think I was my father at first because he was in such a horrible state. I still don't understand why I turned into a snake for you though. The tiger transformation with Maeve is a different matter entirely."

Severus stood for a moment with his lips pressed in a thin line. He shook his head as if shaking off a stray thought before he walked toward him. He transformed into a black snake with black eyes scenting the air with his blood red tongue. Harry gasped, "I transformed into your Animagus form, but why?"

The snake shifted away and once again the silver haired, black eyed, man stood before him. "I am not sure why. I guess since my form doesn't really have an inherent creature form, you linked with my Animagus form. I'm sure you also have the ability to transform into a Rakshasa Halfling form; however, I assume that yours would be male. From what I can gather, your mimicking abilities are linked with the other person's magic. Just because my magic was suppressed by a potion didn't mean that my metamorphic abilities didn't touch my magical core. You really need to start practicing tapping into the gift that allows you to access others inherent magic and mimic it for yourself."

"It's interesting having this magical theory conversation. However, do you think you could look at these scratches before they get infected? I'd rather they not get infected." Harry quickly stored the information Severus provided for perusal at a later date. His mate had a point and there was still so much he had yet to learn from his dreams.

Severus pulled out his wand and started casting healing spells before letting out a gasp, "Those are cursed scars. Have you tried centering your healing on them? There isn't much I can do with a wand, but perhaps you have the ability to heal faster than a normal wizard. I will have to look into this further. Have you ever thought about the significance of it being a full moon last night?"

Harry shook his head, "No, it's a full moon tonight. Remember we're doing Draco's adoption tonight because it needs to be done during the full moon."

"Silly Child tonight is the apex of the full moon. Tonight is when the moon is 100% visible, however the day before and the day after are also considered full moons. That's the reason why werewolves transform three days each cycle. Surely, you understood why Lupin was missing from class for three to four days every month. If a werewolf transformed only on the most visible evening, then Lupin would've only missed one day of class a month."

Harry let out a gasp, "One of my mates is a werewolf. Have I been infected? Will I be cursed to change every full moon? Is that the reason why I've gone missing?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I think you might be safe from the curse since you were only scratched and not bitten. I think I'd rather sleep with Lucius and Sirius tonight, if you don't mind. I really hate sleeping alone. It brings back too many memories. Frankly, I don't want to go into what my life was like before you found and claimed me. So, let's get something to clean that out. We can hope that if one of your mates is a werewolf, you can tap into the quick healing. It goes along with that infliction hopefully you'll get it without succumbing to the fatigue."

Harry just shook his head and walked toward the Master Bedroom. "After we get me all fixed up, how about we go back to bed? I'm sure you'll sleep better now that I'm here to join you. Perhaps we could partake in some delightful activities when we awaken."

"We won't have time. We need to prepare for the evening ritual. I have to get together with both Draco and Hermione to determine everything we need to finish before tonight. He's my godson after all, and I don't want to see another damn thing happen to him. Was it not bad enough he was a product of his father's rape at the hands of his grandfather? He was born so sickly and so weak. He was so quick to bleed many experts didn't believe he'd make it to his first birthday. Not to mention, the pain he's lived with all of his life. His muscles have always been far tenderer than most wizards. On more than one occasion, he's walked around with a hefty bruise for many days. Though, there's one thing I can say about him, he's strong. Even though it must've felt like his arm was separated from his body when he was attacked by that hippogriff in your third year. He still managed to make it look like he was faking his grave injury. Then again, he knew it was best not to show weakness while calling the Slytherin house home. "

Harry couldn't help but see those experiences in a completely different light. He thought his own life was horrible when it consisted of the darkness of the cupboard under the stairs. In that moment, he wasn't so sure. Draco may have been spoiled and shown love by his parents. Draco must've had a higher threshold of pain. He had to hide his weakness from everyone in his house. Harry's mind flashed back to the way his youngest mate acted after being kicked by Buckbeak. His mind remembered what his hemophilia must've done to that injury. If he hadn't been brought to the Hospital Wing as quickly as he was, he could've bled out. He remembered how Hermione punched him in the face and landed that punch straight for his nose. He shook his head clearing the image of a bleeding nose that just wouldn't stop. He looked over at Severus. He hoped he could properly change the conversation. He needed to stop his thoughts before his sadness overwhelmed him. "Now let's get these cleaned and go back to bed. I'm sure that Hermione will send up one of the elves when she wants us awake."

Severus nodded, "Speaking of elves, have you drafted a contract for the finalized bonding between you as master and Winky and Dobby as house elves?"

Harry's eyes widened, "I wasn't aware that one was needed. I've just been treating them as friends. Is there more that I really need to do?"

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose, "Yes there's much we need to discuss, but I think first we should just sleep for a bit longer. It's too early in the morning for me to have to deal with dunderheads."

Harry looked over at him, "Hey."

Severus only smirked as he pulled out the antiseptic potion.

Hermione sighed as she looked over at her two mates. She was sandwiched between the two twin redheads. She wondered how she was able to tell the difference between the two. She placed her hand on the chest of the one facing her and automatically knew it was the weaker twin Fred. Her hands moved up to his face, where she gently brushed over his features. Her mind remembered their hurried coupling in their desire to obtain balance. She wanted to take her time that morning though and she figured it was best to start with Fred, who was the submissive of the two.

She rolled him onto his back and quickly grabbed her wand to tie him to the bed before casting a quick sleeping spell on George. It was time to give each of them some quality time. A wicked idea came to mind, and she found herself calling a house elf, "Winky."

The completely sober elf appeared before her, "How may I help you?"

"Do you think you could find me a couple of plugs that will allow me to torture my mates?"

The little elf in the pink dress nodded and popped out before popping back in with two silver plugs. "These are traditionally for Gemini twins. They assist the twins' mate to ground them. They have all of the necessary cleaning charms along with a few setting that allow you to tease them into a frantic desire for release that they can only get from you." In her other hand was a couple of figure eight ties. "I think you might need these as well. They are spelled to your signature. When they have these on it prevents them from even getting hard, which allows you to control when they can jump you or each other."

Hermione smirked, "Thank you, Winky." She took the plugs and restraints and put them on the nightstand. She lifted her lovely's legs so she had access to his perfect little pucker. With a few cleaning, stretching, and lubrication charms, she was able to push the plug into his behind. She looked at the instructions with the plugs and smiled. She turned on the vibration feature and Fred yelped awake.

Hermione watched in excitement as his member grew into a delicious size. She straddled him and started grinding against it. She stared into his open blue eyes, "I'm going to give you plenty of pleasure my mate. Are you ready to feel me surrounding you love. Don't you want my heat surrounding you?"

Fred just nodded as if he couldn't believe what was happening. Hermione let out a moan as she fully sheathed him. She squatted and moved concentrating on her own pleasure. She reached out and tweaked both of his light pink nipples before running her hands down his well-defined but very pale chest. "Love, we're going to have you exercising every day. I want to see you and George with six packs. I think we can use one of the training rooms to practice sword fighting. I learned how to fence as a child. I'm sure I can teach you."

She continued to ride him like a horse until she felt her walls tighten around her. She charmed the plug in her darling to move in and out of him. She didn't stop until he screamed his own orgasm and filled her with warmth. "Did I forget to tell you that you're going back to Hogwarts with me where you will complete your N.E.W.T.s?"

She climbed off of him. He groaned in response, "I doubt that Dumbledore will allow us to return."

She looked over at him for a moment before tying George up and waking him up. She smirked at him as she cast the cleaning and lubrication charm, "I'm sure you've never had someone impale before, have you?"

George shook his head no as she stuck her finger in his rear, "I've always given Fred what he needed."

"I have you now. I will give you so much pleasure you'll be begging me to do it to you all the time." She stretched him some more. She felt around for that one spot that would surely get a reaction from him. She smiled as he groaned in pleasure. Once she had his pucker lose enough to accept her plug, she pushed it into him. She charmed it to move out and apply pressure on his prostrate. "You will keep that in you from now on love. You're mine and I get to determine when you release in pleasure. That is meant to help ground you. Now, I'm going to temporarily release you from your bonds and you're going to shag me so hard that I'm going to see stars."

She flicked her wand. George was on her. She was quickly flipped over and he pushed into her with a groan. He whispered, "I don't know how long I can last with that pressure on my prostrate. I'll try to make you see stars though love."

Hermione closed her eyes as he moved within her hitting that delicious spot while his thumb blissfully worked her nub. She didn't know how long she would last either. However, part of her knew that it would be sooner than she would like. She was correct when she felt the warmth rushing though her. He followed her over the abyss.

He pulled out and collapsed next to her, "I think you've found a new way to torture us Hermione."

She pulled her wand. With one flick, he was tied back to the bed. "Oh I have even more ways than you know." She quickly applied the restraint to both of them with another flick of her wand. "Now you won't even get hard unless I allow it. The two of you will be returning with me to Hogwarts. You will complete your N.E.W.T.s to a satisfactory standard after retaking your O.W.L.s."

The twins both groaned, "Ah you're killing us, Hermione."

She smirked at them, "I'm going to release you so that you both can wash me perfectly in the shower. I expect the two of you to work together. We'll need to go to the library soon. The two of you have some studying to do. I have some more research to complete for the ritual tonight. If you're good, I'll allow the two of you to have more release this evening after the ritual. You'll wear those plugs from now on. I think at some point, I'll be ready for the both of you thrusting inside me at once. Oh how delicious it would feel to have both of you filling me. I think that's how we'll need to conceive our child after I stop taking my contraception potion. That will not happen until after I am done with my schooling and have established my career. Now we just need to discuss when we'll have our wedding ceremony. I turn 17 in September, so perhaps we could have a Halloween wedding."

George looked at her for a moment, "I don't think that our mother will like that. She's expected you and Ron to end up together. Something about how you could bring prosperity to her baby. I don't know about her, but sometimes I wonder if Ron and Ginny are her actual children. How could that be possible though? Maybe it would be, if Dad doesn't find the fairer sex attractive."

Hermione shrugged, "I don't know, but Lucius and Narcissa recently had their marriage annulled because they never consummated it. It's possible for the same to occur if your parents never consummated their marriage. With that many children, how would that be possible?"

Fred popped up from bed with wide eyes, "Mum's brothers were Gemini twins. What if dad was their grounding mate? It would make sense why Mum's been trying to prevent us from finding ours."

Her brows furrowed, "I thought that those two died in the last war at the hands of Death Eaters."

George shrugged, "They could've faked their deaths."

"I think we should go and ask Severus about that after we're done getting ready for the day. I'm sure he'll know a way to look for relatives. I think it might make sense if your father was a submissive because he could've been the one to carry you. I'm sure with the proper spells. Molly could've made everyone believe that she was the one who was pregnant."

"Well, we have several different creatures that run on both sides of our family. Dad's side tends to breed true Sirens. I'm not really sure what runs on Mum's side besides Gemini twins." George admitted.

"Percy and Bill both show signs of being Sirens. Charlie is something else entirely, but he always kept it hidden for some reason. Ron and Ginny have shown no signs of anything. Then again, neither Prewetts nor Weasleys have had daughters in many generations. Yet they both have had one girl in the last generation," Fred climbed out of the bed.

Hermione looked at both of them, "How would that happen? Perhaps we need to get a sample from Molly. We need to see if her genetics match either one of yours. I can't help but wonder if she was the twins' half-sister. Maybe Molly learned from her mother how to have a daughter."

She tapped her chin, "Perhaps they just had an affair with redheaded muggle men. Just think about how non-magical genes could influence a family with creature inheritance. Then again, if your maternal grandmother didn't have any, then she wouldn't have anything to mix with the muggle."

"Wait a minute, how did that large-

"-beautiful brain-

"-come up with something as-

"-direct as she had an affair-

"-with a muggle?"

Hermione just shook her head at the twins' antics, "It's only a hypothesis. Now let's go get ready so I may prove it right or wrong."

"Too bad you think divination is pointless."

"Because you'd make an excellent seer."

Molly stared at the Prewett Family Tapestry. It was locked away in the property where they held her useless brothers. Her mother had the right idea when she conceived her. Who would want such horrible creature genes polluting their perfect human genes? The tapestry was in the upstairs drawing room, which was too far for her weak brothers to walk. Soon the two would be dead. She would be free to control Arthur for the greater good. She was still hoping to talk Dumbledore into giving her a good pounding. She'd always found that man attractive, but for whatever reason he kept on denying her.

She noticed the names Fred Gideon Prewett and George Fabian Prewett golden line tied to Hermione Granger. She screamed, "How did those two get rid of my compulsions? How dare they ruin my plans? She was meant to help Ron through school and then work full time while raising two children. She wouldn't have any creature inheritance because she's muggleborn. I've got to go speak with Dumbledore right away."

She turned toward the brewing potion and smirked, "I'll just finish brewing this lust potion first. I'll slip it in his tea and he'll be pounding me so fast. I'll just make sure to take that fertility potion. He'll give me a second daughter. Maybe this one will succeed in capturing her wizard. Ginny has had enough time. Why doesn't she have Harry tied to her yet?"

A pop noise sounded below but she just ignored it. She needed to finish her potion. She had plans and she would have the Dumbledore fortune soon enough. She'd just have to find a way to get her marriage annulled. She shook her head. No it would be far easier to poison Arthur. He really was growing useless under all her potions, spells, and compulsions. He'd never been the same since she convinced him the twins were dead. She need not worry. They would be soon enough.