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Chapter Seven – Tiger Interruption

Draco sat in the library nervously reading over the notes on his adoption ritual Hermione had meticulously taken. He could feel the blood drain from his face. He continued to read the more damning parts of the ritual. He didn't know how he felt about sharing a room with Hermione both completely naked. He understood the magical significance, but he wasn't ready to show anyone the scars of his youth. He didn't want anyone to see what his childhood illness had caused his body. He didn't want any of them to see his deformities. Sure they knew about his hemophilia. They knew about his overall sickliness as a child. No one, except for his father and godfather, knew about his deformity. He had managed to keep it hidden well while in school. He never fully undressed when others were present. He wore a swimming speedo in the Quidditch locker rooms.

His hands shook when he realized Harry had to be present for the ceremony. Would his mate still want him after he saw his deformity? Sure, it could easily be blamed on the inbreeding. They knew that he was even more inbred than most Purebloods. He didn't know of another except for maybe Vincent Crabbe who could claim their grandfather as their other father. He blushed as he tried not to think about his deformity. He closed his eyes and tried to calm his mind. He needed to clear it of everything and organize all of his worries. He needed to ground himself before he took the next big step in his life.

One thought tickled the back of his mind. Would the adoption repair what magical surgeries couldn't? Would the hole at the base of his penis from his underdeveloped urethra be visible after his adoption? He felt horribly inadequate knowing that no other male had the same problem from which he suffered. Harry already had so many mates. Wouldn't it be easy for him to throw away a defective one? One look at his horribly disfigured sex should be enough for Harry to decide that he wasn't wanted. One of his hands dropped from the death grip he had on the parchment to tap his thigh. His fingers moved as if he was playing the piano. He sighed. He really missed the piano. Most he missed the outlet he had with playing and composing music. He really wished there was a music room within Potter Manor. So far he hadn't found hide nor hare of one.

His thoughts stopped as he felt something warm encircle him. A low velvet voice whispered in his ear, "You are my mate Draco. Nothing about you would ever make me want to abandon you. You are just as precious to me. Now what was this about a deformity?"

Draco couldn't handle his mate knowing. He was far too ashamed. He could feel the deceitful tears welling up within his eyes. This wasn't going to break him. He'd lived with much more pain than the emotions twisting within his gut, "I was born with an exposed urethra at the base of my penis. No matter how many spells cast, healing balms, and magical procedures performed, evidence of it still remains."

Harry didn't speak but his actions were far different than what the young Veela expected. He was pulled back into the well-defined chest of his Alpha mate. A hand with calloused fingers ran through his hair in a way that none but Pansy Parkinson was known to do for him. All the worries and shame began to melt from his body as he was filled with Harry's acceptance, warmth, and surprisingly love. Soon the quiet gave way to a soothing lullaby that was a balm calming very heart. Something deep within him broke free. His bitterness began to fade away. Draco knew in that moment he was loved. The wonderful being behind him had promised to protect and care for him for the rest of their lives. He relaxed further and allowed himself to fall asleep like he was unable to just hours before.

Harry shook his head as he carried his now sleeping mate in his arms toward the room where he had left a sleeping Severus. He knew that he couldn't be away for much longer because of the consequences of his mate sleeping alone. Harry sighed when he noticed the already struggling Metamorphmagi in their large bed. Was Severus still plagued by nightmares even after the removal of the memories when left alone? Harry had his own fair share of those kinds of dreams. He did have to admit that they had lessoned since they removed their memories. Of course that coincided with sharing a bed with at least one of his mates. He gently laid Draco down next to Severus, who quickly wrapped his arms around the blonde and fell back into a restful slumber. Harry climbed back into the bed and hoped that he wouldn't awaken again to another one of his mate's distress. There was still so little he knew about what it meant to be a Mimicker. Where was that ancient voice when he needed him? He shuddered; no he wasn't ready to venter forth into another one of his mate's pools.

Severus awoke feeling content. He hadn't felt that good in a while upon waking. He looked down at who he was wrapped around and was a bit shocked to see the familiar slender body of his godson. How could cuddling up to his godson make him feel so tranquil? He looked to the other side of the bed and noticed a still sleeping Harry. Turning around to face his Alpha had awoken the young Veela. The young man was busy rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Severus didn't have to look at Draco to know that his movements resembled the way the blond had woken up since he was very little. Harry groaned a moment later and turned over on his side. Still not ready to join them in the land of the living.

The satisfaction of seeing his mate in the bed with him had his hair color circling through colors. Maybe it was time to invite Nymphadora to teach him how to control his ability. "It's time to get up and make the last preparations for the adoption."

The blond uncomfortably crossed his arms as he looked back and forth between Harry and his godfather, "I'm not sure if I'm ready to have that many people see me nude."

"I am sure everything will be fine, Draco. I really think you should go take a shower. I'll go check on the elves and make sure they've started breakfast. I'm sure that Hermione can get her mate's to assist her with the research. If those two are such geniuses with the pranks they are capable of creating, I am sure they've done plenty of research in the past. You know enough to become proficient at it. They would've excelled at Hogwarts if they hadn't been so distracted with becoming the next bloody Marauders."

Draco smirked, "Sure, you'd automatically go straight to blaming the Marauders for the way the Weasley twins have acted."

Severus laughed at his godson's antics before kissing him on the temple, "Don't worry. Everything will work out perfectly, my little dragon. You will be feeling much better once you have recovered. Speaking of which, I should probably have you sleep in here with me and Harry. I'm sure that as soon as he comes out of his catatonic state, he will leave us to take another frolic through the woods under the light of the full moon. I really hope whoever his werewolf mate is will just get pregnant already. The more I think about it, the more apparent it seems that Harry is being called away by a Werewolf mate in heat. You'd think they'd have something like that less often than every lunar cycle. Also, I think it would be best if I could keep an eye on you while you recover from your changes. It will likely take a few days shy of week for you to recover fully. Hopefully, just in time for the beginning of your sixth year."

Harry groaned and sat up, "I'm up. Please don't wish another mate on me in heat. I can barely handle Maeve and she still has two heat cycles."

Draco just laughed and walked into the bathroom.

Severus raised an eyebrow, "Have you checked on her yet?"

Harry quickly climbed out of the bed, "I'm going to do that right now. I need to get her through the deep cleansing rituals. Also, Dobby had some idea about getting us through the next heat. I need to go visit him."

Harry found Maeve huddled in a ball whimpering. He groaned knowing that his mate was once again in heat. He had to hold back the urge to take her until they made it through the rituals. He hoped whatever plan Dobby had, he would have it ready. He moved toward his shuddering mate. She was in her Halfling form and looked almost too delicious.

He made his way down to the ritual baths and stripped off the bra and skirt but left on the leather harness. His mate looked perfect. He followed the ritual and watched as binding after binding dropped off of his mate. Her nipples tightened and her hole turned the deepest of red. He cast the diagnostic charms Hermione showed him. He shook his head finding more blocks he had yet to remove. Why anyone would cast a spell to suppress his mate from forming any original opinions was unbelievable.

He made his way through the last ritual rock hard. He was sure that if he held out for too much longer he would never function properly again. He quickly called Dobby as he thrust into his mate. He had to act quickly before he was lost in his mate.

The elf popped in front of him and just snapped his fingers. Harry landed on a bed with Maeve underneath him. They both quickly transformed and he was lost in another heat cycle with his mate. He had no idea how long this one would last.

When he came to, he found Dobby there waiting for him with a huge smile on his face. He groaned, "How long was that one?"

Dobby smiled wider, "If you had been outside of the time bubble room, it would've been a month. Inside the time bubble that much time has passed. Outside of the time bubble only 15 minutes have passed. I assure you, you were not missed. You might want to spend some time with Maeve in here and go through her last heat. I'm sure she will enter that cycle soon after waking.

Harry nodded and cuddled next to his mate falling to sleep. Dobby was correct. Upon awaking, they shifted into tigers and were locked into another heat.

Hermione had spent the morning in the library with the twins. They had everything figured out regarding the ritual that was about to start in a couple of hours. They ate breakfast at the library table surrounded by books. She found plenty of information about different creatures known to appear in magical families. She could find plenty on the differences between female and male pregnancies for each creature. She even discovered that Lucius, as a Rakshasa, would not conceive unless in heat. They could carry anywhere between two and six cubs and their pregnancies had a shorter gestational cycle of approximately four months to the traditional wizard pregnancy of six months.

She even found out that Incubus and Succubus gestational cycles were twenty-four months, which was four times longer than normal wizard pregnancy and two-thirds longer than a witch pregnancy. Hermione shook her head at that information. She couldn't contemplate what it would be like to be pregnant for that long. She found something quite interesting, which caused her to share it with the twins, "Hey, did you guys know that dragon-like species are not only pulled toward working with their own kind, but they also have children by laying eggs? The eggs are fertilized within them for twelve months. Half of that time frame is done in their full dragon forms before they lay the eggs and remain near them until they hatch. That can take anywhere from an additional two to six months. You did say that Charlie was something else and that you were sure he wasn't a siren didn't you?"

George looked up from the book that he was reading, "What are you saying that Charlie is one of those dragon-like species?"

Hermione just shrugged before going back to her reading. She mumbled, "I don't know. It just seemed to fit you know. You know his love of dragons and everything. But you're probably right. He's probably something completely different that we've never heard of before."

Fred looked at her for a moment like he wished to say something but he remained quiet. She raised an eyebrow before going back to her reading. She found a very interesting section on the different types of elves and how other ancestral creatures could cause new species to occur. For instance if a Veela bred with a dark elf, it was possible that one of their child might be a light elf instead of a dark elf or Veela like his or her parents. She still couldn't figure out what the heck Sirius was besides some sort of shadow wielding hound, but that didn't make sense. Trying to find the proper creature category for Sirius seemed as elusive as finding anything on Mimickers. It just seemed more and more apparent that any knowledge of that species had been wiped from the face of the wizarding world. What could've happened to completely decimate any knowledge of certain beings?

Her brow furrowed for a bit longer before she just stood up and walked out of the library. Something told her she needed to speak with the Potter ancestors. Surely, if a Mimicker had ever been born to their family in the past, they would have information on them. Harry had to have gotten the inheritance from his father, right? His mother was a muggleborn so there wasn't a chance that she had creature ancestry. It just didn't seem logical as the magic would've remained in the family. She tapped her lips as she walked and it was only a moment longer before she recognized the flaw in her logic. If muggles didn't have an ancestry of magic, then how did muggleborns come about? If her theory that every muggleborn had some magical ancestry is correct, then what was stopping that same ancestry from having a creature tied to it? Sure many pureblood families did what they could to suppress creature inheritances in their desire to fit the pureblood model. Surely, werewolves and vampires were looked down upon as half-breeds. They couldn't possibly look positively at family members who brought forth evidence of their not so pureblooded pasts.

Harry awoke from that mating to find Maeve full of baby and twisting and turning in pain. Harry quickly called Dobby to him. The elf's eyes widened and resembled softballs instead of tennis balls. "I need to get you of the bubble and fetch the healer. That heat lasted four months. Those babies are ready to be born. The fourth was conceived right away and then you just continued to feed them through the whole pregnancy. I was a good elf and made sure you were given nutrient potions and water while you continued." Dobby snapped his fingers and Harry recognized the familiarity of his bedroom.

Maeve laid on the gold comfortable rocking her hips. Harry didn't know what to do and hoped Dobby would return with the family healer right away. As if calling the elf, he popped in with a very lovely looking Healer. She was absolutely some type of creature. She had pointy ears but not ones as tall as the Mimicker he saw in the hall of mates. Her eyes shimmered between, white, orange, and blue and reminded him of opals. Her hair fail in chestnut curls and she raised one dark eyebrow, "Are you going to stand there Mimicker or are you going to help me with your mate?"

Harry gasped. How did that woman know what he was? He shook the thought from his head, "What do you need?"

She smiled at him in an almost predatory manner, "Three of the babies are in his anterior womb connected to his female hole. The other two were conceived in his posterior womb. I need you to remove his plug so that he can properly birth all of his cubs. I fear the ones in the posterior womb have already pushed through to the magic canal but cannot continue forward because of the plug."

Harry didn't even wait for a moment longer. He reached over and yanked out a plug. He was shocked when a tiger cub quickly followed. He moved out of the way and watched the healer work. He watched as cub after cub was born. They were all different colors. Three of the two were silvery-white with gray stripes. One was black with purple stripes and one was black with green stripes. The healer cast a few more spells and Maeve rolled on her side. Harry tried not to comment at the six DD breasts that decorated Maeve's Halfling form. Each cub quickly found a teat and began to eat.

Harry sighed and just climbed into the bed. He looked to the healer. "I'm going to request that you remain here. I have a feeling we are going to need to stay in a special room in this manor where time runs slow in the near future. I will need your help in finding a way to return Lucius' manhood to him in his male form. Also, we are preparing to perform a blood adoption for Draco tonight. I believe your attendance is important."

She smiled, "I have been in service of the Malfoy family for a long time. It would be my pleasure to assist."

Harry's brow furrowed, "How long have you served them?"

"Since their ancestor broke his oath to the French fey council and was forced to change his name from Slytherin to bad faith by his head of house. He really should've just gone through with the marriage contract. Surely, a pretty little muggle wasn't worth a lifetime of malcontent."

That couldn't be. Was she trying to say that Malfoys came directly from Slytherin's line? How could she possibly know that? Also, she called him Mimicker. How would she know about his creature when the last one walked the Earth over one thousand years before?

"You think I wouldn't recognize a Mimicker when I see one? Elves live thousands of years. We find ways to blend into the Wizarding World. I was just a young elf when the last like you walked the earth. He really was splendid with his two beta and three omega mates. I never thought I would see another one in my lifetime. Let alone, one as powerful as you. However, there is a reason why Hufflepuff and Slytherin houses stay in the dungeons, while Ravenclaw and Gryffindor were formed in the towers. If you look around enough, you'll find the founders suites. Merlin and Morgan Le Fay's shared suites were on the first floor. It allowed his other mates to easily find him. I was but three centuries old when Hogwarts was founded and Slytherin took me into his house quickly. He saw the importance of teaching wizarding magic to an elf. Of course the Yuan-ti are our cousins much like the fairies, which Morgan was one. Helga was a Rakshasa like your darling Maeve. Ravenclaw was a true changeling and her beta mate was of dragon kind. There was a rumor that he had one more omega and beta mate, but I never saw evidence of them. Then again, their chambers may have been hidden. He may have kept their connection hidden for whatever reason."

Harry nodded. He really didn't understand everything she told him, but was sure he would make sense of it in the future. "I believe the others are in the library. You might want to meet them there to find out more about the ritual."

She nodded, "I will do that. I will check on the seven of you later. I recommend you stay in bed and help Maeve with the babies. It will be a bit before the cubs are old enough to show their humanoid or Halfling forms. Perhaps you should call your elf and spend some time in that time bubble."

Harry nodded deciding it would be for the best.

Hermione stopped before a door to a room she had never been in before. The dark wooden door was carved with the Potter family crest, which was that of a flaming phoenix with grasping a large stone in its talons. Upon the stone was an unfamiliar symbol. It was of an equilateral triangle with a circle in the center so that the lines of the circle and triangle barely touched. In the center of the circle and triangle was a vertical line that split the symbol in half. Below the crest was a gold banner that simply stated "Novissima autem inimica destruetur mors." Hermione gasped, "The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death, how fitting?"

She pushed open the door and found herself standing in a black marble circular room with a dark blue tinted glass roof. She could only assume the roof was one of the castle's many turrets. Upon the black stone walls, hung several portraits and Hermione knew she had found the center of the castle. She had found the room where all of the family knowledge was kept in the essence still remaining in the portraits. On the center of the polished black floor was the same crest placed upon a compass showing the cardinal points where she stood. It didn't take long before all the portraits spoke at once. Hermione lifted their arms. She threatened to spell them all quiet if they didn't shut up and listen to her.

The oldest looking portrait spoke first. She didn't mean the portrait was of the most ancient looking subject but only that it belonged to the oldest ancestor. That wasn't reflected in the age of the individual within the portrait, as he was quite young when it was commissioned. "What is an impertinent Granger doing in the hallowed halls of Peverell Castle the ancestral home of the Potters?"

Hermione's eyebrow shot up, "How do you know my surname? I'm a muggleborn."

The same man shook his head, "What are muggleborns but the descendants of squib lines? You, my young witch, are quite powerful. I have to assume that you are the melding of several squib lines. It is the only way that such a powerful witch could be created from muggles." His blue eyes twinkled as he looked at her more. "You, my dear, should have an inheritance ritual done. It would give you a list of ancestors and the gifts associated with their lines. From looking at your magic, I cannot help but see the earth elemental magic within you of the Shafiq line. Not to mention the eidetic memory of the Grangers and the magical strength associated with the Black line. Again, I strongly suggest you have your ancestry charted."

"I will take your advice and will do that as soon as possible, but I am here for another reason. Your descendant Harry James Potter has recently come into a very interesting creature inheritance. I was hoping you could tell me more about it."

One of the many portraits with messy black hair puffed out his chest in pride, "I'm happy that a descendant of my line has finally come into the family inheritance. What type of phoenix is the boy? I was a wind phoenix back in my day."

Hermione's whiskey colored eyes widened, "Wait, are you telling me that the Potters are known for a humanoid phoenix creature?" All of the portraits nodded and she looked down and mumbled, "Then how the hell did he become a Mimicker?"

The first portrait that spoke with her answered, "The last Mimicker that appeared was back in my day. He was of the Ravenclaw line, but many don't know that Rowena had a son. He had many mates but none of them were of the Peverell or Potter line. One of them was from the Black line. So, Harry could've gotten it from his grandmother, but that is unlikely. The only one who can pass along the Mimicker genes is a child who was carried by a Mimicker. Since they are inherently alpha dominant, it is unlikely that one will ever submit oneself to carrying a child when one is able to impregnate one's subordinate mates. I can't help but think that a carrier may have matted with a muggle, which allowed it to be passed down but never came into fruition. Do tell me about Harry's mother."

Hermione let out a gasp, "She was muggleborn, and there is not much known about her. Her maiden name was Evans, but I would have to do an inheritance ritual on Harry. As well as my own to see what information we can find about his mother's side of the family."

The same wizard who didn't have the messy hair associated with the Potters nodded, "I think that would be your best bet. I believe you have an adoption ritual to complete. I really do feel sorry for that young Malfoy. He'll have to accept some of the insanity involved with having Black ancestry, but at least you do not seem to exhibit too many of those symptoms. Perhaps he will also find immunity to it as well. Maybe it has something to do with the combination of the grounding energy of earth and the eidetic memory. We will talk to you later, Hermione. We understand that you'll have more questions before the month dies. Until we meet again. I proudly introduce myself as Ignotus Peverell. It was my granddaughter to married a Potter."

Hermione just shook her head before walking out of the room. Still she left with far more questions than with answers, but at least the questions she had held promise. She quickly checked the time and rushed down to the ritual room. She didn't want to be late as she played an important part in the ritual.

Harry, Maeve, and their five toddlers found the Healer and the Twins in the Library. He wasn't sure what they had missed over the two years they spent in the time bubble, but then again only 6 hours had passed in the Manor. The Healer looked up from the spells she was casting on the twins. Harry raised an eyebrow wondering what she was checking for on the twins. "So, we've been gone for two years. What has happened in our absence?"

The twins looked at him and Maeve and chuckled at the five toddlers running around, "Wow, Har, when you-"

"-go about starting a family-"

"-you really do get things done fast!"

Harry looked at the healer, "So, what were you checking on for them?"

The healer nodded, "I noticed they had an inheritance binding on them. It was placed to make them appear as the sons of Molly Weasley nee Prewett and Arthur Weasley. However, I could see the binding and knew it to be untrue. I broke the binding to find their true parents. They are the product of Gemini twins and their grounding mate Arthur Weasley. I found their connection to their carrier, one Gideon Prewett. The man is still alive but he is fading fast. I recommend you send your elf to them quickly. Here is the address of their location." She wrote down something on a piece of paper and he nodded. He called Dobby and handed him the paper. He requested his elf to retrieve the two before grabbing their mate. He knew they would need time to heal and the time bubble seemed like the best option.

The healer studied him, "You're planning on spending more time in that bubble weren't you?"

He nodded.

"I recommend you allow me to perform health checks on all of you before you enter the room. Also, I recommend you recover all of the children of those three before you enter the bubble. They're parents will need them close by to recover." She looked to the twins. "Do you have a way of contacting your brothers to let them know to come here?"

One of the twins looked at Harry, "Are you okay with-"

"-our older brother's coming-"

"-here? We know that Ron and Ginny-"

"-are products of Molly."

Harry smiled, "Yes, your older brothers are welcome. I'm still not sure where Ron and I will stand after returning. He's always been a bit jealous." His mind focused on Ginny for a moment and the way she looked at him with those hungry eyes. He shuddered, "Ginny I have no desire to be anywhere near. Her obsession with me is frightening. I really don't find girls attractive except for Maeve, but She also has an all-male form. She will once I figure out how to return her manhood."

The twins nodded and went to use the floo. Harry called Winky. The elf stared at the quintuplets and smiled. "Winky, could you help watch these little scamps with the help of a few of the Manor elves? They'll need to be bathed and put to bed at the exact same time we will be performing the adoption ritual."

Harry just watched as Weasley brother after Weasley brother arrived. Bill arrived with his pony tail and Fleur on his arm. Percy arrived with his usual stick up the ass walk. The last one to arrive was the dragon tamer, but Harry was surprised at the two that accompanied him. The two were brothers and looked very familiar. He wondered how they had escaped without anyone noticing. Part of him was happy but also afraid what their presence would do to one of his mates. He sized them up for a moment before his eyes fell upon the dragon tamer.

He felt his body shifting and he couldn't stop it. He groaned as he became much too large for the room. He felt Dobby pop in and bring him to the meadow contained in the time bubble room. He popped in with the dragon tamer shortly after. Harry went straight for the jugular. His teeth biting down on the bared neck and he licked the wound closed. His mate then took flight and Harry enjoyed the chase. He soon caught up and locked onto him in the air. He pushed him down to the ground and lost conscious thought as he gave into the primal act of mating.

When Harry came to, he called Dobby. The elf nodded his head, "A year. You have missed the blood adoption, but you will want to return with Charlie. His fathers need his presence. The healer has done much for them, but they need as much familial magic as possible. Draco and Severus also need you. You'll want to hold them tight tonight. Maeve will likely want to share the bed with the cubs. They're still turning back into their tiger states when they sleep. I hope you plan on doing their naming ceremony soon. I know you've been calling them by one of their names, but I believe the rest want an introduction."

A/N: I still have to figure out the names of the kids. I haven't given away their genders yet. I am welcome for ideas regarding the gender split and the names if you have any. Please comment. I hope to figure it out shortly. I would also like to mention that I have an original work up as a part of Amazon Scout. It only has until 09/12 before the campaign ends. If you are interested in checking it out, the URL is on my profile page.