Harry stumbled into the great hall, still half asleep as someone that they had never seen before helped the half asleep hero to the place that he claimed. The possessive arm around the fifth years waist as they walked told them everything that they needed to know. This was Harry Potter's first mate. Friends exchanged glances, as did enemies. A Kaizen's private life was just that, private. Slander was now impossible, because Kaizen not only had their mates to protect them, but the government as well. No one messed with a Kaizen, because, as deadly as Kaizen are, that was nothing compared to what their mates could do, especially this one.

Hermione Granger walked over to her friend, dragging her boyfriend behind her, and tried to approach them, but froze when a deadly noise came out of the man's throat. Harry, who had almost fallen asleep on the man's shoulders, looked up, and glanced around for the threat that his mate had obviously sensed. When he noticed his friends, he tried to speak to his mate, but the man put one hand on the back of his neck, squeezing warningly.

Rolling his eyes, Harry settled against his mate once again, but this time, he kept eye contact with his friends, mouthing the word sorry, and thus telling them that he chose his mate, not like there was a reason for this fight.

"What's going on Harry? Who is he?" Hermione asked, trying to restrain her need for information.

To the surprise of the rest of the great hall, including the two standing figures, Lavender Brown, another Gryffindor who everyone thought was ditzy, went over to the others, before setting her wand down on the table next to her friends, and slowly approached.

"Lord Tyme." She said with a deep curtsy, "Please excuse them, they apparently haven't done their reading." She gave the couple standing a look, before turning back to the sitting couple.

"You recognized me child?" The man asked.

"Yessir, I am the heir to the Brown family, and may become one of the Guardian's Guardians, as my great aunt was before me."

"You're Bella Brown's great niece?" The man asked with surprise on his stunning features.

"Yessir."

"Very well, I will spare them." After a glance at the two blushing teenagers, he raised his perfectly shaped left eyebrow, "this time."

"Thank you Lord Tyme." Lavender said, before bowing once more, and dragging the two stunned idiots behind her.

"Do you even have a brain? Trying to interrogate the first mate of a Kaizen the day after the mating…" She whispered harshly to the other two. Harry suppressed a snicker when, from almost across the room he could hear their conversation. He sighed quietly, and curled into his mate's side.

"You promised to eat something little one." Damien reminded him in a whisper. Harry whined quietly. He had thought that maybe finding his mate would stop his stomach from throwing up every day, quiet often, more than once a day, but no, apparently, he would have a stomach ache until he had not only found all of his mates, but sealed the bond with each of them, something that he didn't even allow to happen last night. As of now, he was claimed by Damien by sensing. Harry couldn't even allow the word sex to go through his mind without a shudder.

"I can't." He whispered. His stomach ached and his body was starting to feel as heavy as it had yesterday, but he didn't want to worry his new mate more than he had to.

Damien gave him a look, and filled up a plate with everything from eggs to waffles, before cutting off a small piece of a waffle and dipped it in strawberry syrup, before holding it to the younger boys lips. Harry stared up at the other man in confusion. At the look he received, he sighed, but opened his mouth, taking the sweet treat into his mouth, before chewing and swallowing. Strangely enough, his stomach allowed that bite, and Damien gave him a smug look.

"As long as one of our mates feed you until we find the rest of them, your body will allow it." Damien told him. Harry rolled his eyes.

Smug bastard.

Harry allowed himself to be spoiled and made sure that his mate ate at the same time. Picking up a cup of steaming tea, he blew on it lightly, and sipped the beverage. It was burning hot, but that was the way he liked it, so hot that it almost burned his mouth, but at the same time, it relaxed him. After being spoiled for almost half an hour, the mail showed up, and Harry tensed in his mates arms.

"Hush little one." Damien told the young boy, obviously thinking his mate was distressed because of the Daily Prophet, but that wasn't the case. No, Harry's problem was more of the fact that he could hear the blood pumping through the creatures veins.

"I want to go to bed, I'm not feeling very well…" Harry told his mate, unable to say that his current needs had more to do with his need for blood. Well, they did until a pompous looking owl landed in front of him. Raising a shaking hand, he carefully took the newspaper from the bird and took out a few knuts, before opening the paper and wishing he hadn't. He was on the front page, as usual, but the only difference was the picture was of him as a Kaizen. Making a mental note to read up on Kaizen, he started on the article.

It was a usual dinner at Hogwarts, the end to a normal day of learning, drama, and whatever else the students do. Yes, everything was normal, until someone came into their inheritance during the usual dinner, as a Kaizen. As everybody who has grown up in the Wizarding world knows, a Kaizen is a creature that can only come about in extreme circumstances, usually including a male child who has magic and was abused in every way possible until they learned to except it, and has begged for death. In this case, the chosen Kaizen was a child that we all know well, young Lord Harry James Potter, not only the heir to the Potter Family Fortune, but also the only survivor of the killing curse. We have all journeyed with this extraordinary child, no, young man, for just over four years, but none of us have ever noticed the extreme horror that he has gone through.

Until now. Now that it has been pointed put to us, we all should have noticed the signs long ago, so that he could have escaped from his home life. We should have noticed how much shorter he was then the rest of his classmates, even when his parents were tall. We should have noticed that he was extremely skinny when he came back from summer holidays. We should have realized that something wasn't right when the rumors circulated that he had asked the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, if he could stay during the summer, and never went home during Christmas holidays. In this one thing, the whole Wizarding world is united, and I for one can never apologize enough. But I can say this, Mr. Potter, we, here at the Daily Prophet, apologize from the bottom of our hearts, and hereby promise never again to write anything negative about you or yours. We wish you all the happiness in the world with your mates.

Jubily Jumblesweed

Reporter for the Daily Prophet

"wow.." Harry muttered to himself. He wasn't really sure what to make of something like this. He had always had the media either for or against him at the flip of a coin, but never before had he ever read something so… strange.

Damian looked up from where he was reading the paper with a smug look, and pulled his mate closer to himself.

"Never again will they hurt you, my little one." He whispered to his mate.

Harry sighed, but closed his eyes. Within minutes, he was asleep, curled up by his mate, and trusting the Elemental to protect him. It was a pretty good morning after all.

When he awoke again, Harry was still curled next to his mate, while the older male was reading a book over different time spells. A small fairy light was lit next to the bed, providing enough light to read, but also keeping it dark enough so he wouldn't wake his mate.

Stretching his tired muscles, Harry stood, watching amused as his mate kept an eye on him while reading.

He knew he should feel suffocated by the amount of attention, but strangely, he adored it. Harry knew this way that his mate actually cared about him, but at the same time, he was still slightly distracted by the gnawing feeling in his stomach. He needed something; he just wasn't sure what it was.

"Damian." Harry called quietly, loving the fact that his mate immediately turned towards him, "something's not right."

His mate was by his side in an instant. A knowing look in the beautiful grey eyes had him relax. His mate gathered him in his arms, laying his hand on the back of his neck, and slightly pushing the boys head into his neck.

Harry whimpered quietly, his fangs itched to bite into his mate's skin, but he held himself back.

"It's alright little one, do it. I promise not to let things get out of hand." And with that, Harry could no longer control the urge to bite, to feed, and carefully bit into his mate's neck.

As soon as the first touch of blood touched his tongue, he whimpered. It didn't taste like blood used to, it was sweeter, more filling than the food he had eaten earlier. He took a few mouthfuls, before pulling away and closing the wound with a swipe of his tongue.

"Mine" Harry whispered into his mate's neck as he sucked on the tender skin, marking him.

"Yours, little one." Damian whispered back.

And with that, Harry fell asleep against his mate, and Damian returned to his book, occasionally looking up to stare at the beauty of his mate.

Soon enough, he would have to share his mate with others, and while he still felt jealousy, he knew that being mated to one like Harry Potter would be an interesting experience.

A few hours later, a knock at the door had caught his attention, and he couldn't help but sigh. Damian got up, careful not to wake his still sleeping mate, before heading past the bedroom to the living room. Harry probably wasn't aware, but these rooms were still in Hogwarts, the place he had always considered as home. He was going to take his mate to his own home, back in the other world, but the headmaster quickly offered use of these rooms, and he knew Harry would love it here. The bed room was done in soothing crèmes and blues, a dark ebony bed with a huge matrices, and a large walk in closet were the only things in the room, besides the small bed side tables. There was a also a study, a potions lab, a small kitchen, two guest rooms, and three bathrooms, one in each of the rooms.

As soon as he got to the door, his senses started giving him a warning. Something wasn't right. A honey haired man was waiting patiently; a gentle smile on his face that would have made him look friendly didn't look so nice when the amber eyes gave him a malicious look.

"Where is my mate?" The man asked.

Werewolf. Great.

"Who are you?" Damian asked, stepping in front of the door and closing it partially.

"No one to you. I am here for my mate." The man replied. Damian felt his instincts screaming at him to keep this man away, but when the door to the bedroom opened and his mate came out, he knew that this man was one of his mates protectors.

The slightly insane look on his features turned to one of joy, and exasperated affection.

Harry was rubbing his eyes, dressed in a too big t-shirt that belonged to his mate, and a pair of sweat pants, as it was slightly chilly.

"Damian, what's wrong?" Harry asked with a yawn. The sound of a throat clearing made him look up and an expression of pure love showed on his face, until his mate noticed something and his expression turned hesitant. "Moony?"

"Hello pup." The man replied. Damian watched with slight jealousy as Harry ran to the man and hugged him. They had obviously known each other for a long time, which showed in the way that the werewolf held the younger boy.

"Where's Remy?" Harry asked.

"Asleep, pup. I heard you calling, and came as quickly as I could." The man replied.

This time, Damian cleared his throat, and Harry looked over at him guiltily.

"Who is this, little one?" he asked softly, not wanting his mate to think he was mad at him.

"Remus Lupin's werewolf side. Harry calls me Moony, but you can call me Remus." The ex-professor told the other man, extending his hand towards the other.

"Damian Wright."

Harry yawned again, and before he could move, Moony had him in his arms, cuddling him to his chest. Sighing in contentment, the boy leaned his head against the older mans body right over his heart, and in minutes, he was asleep.

"Poor thing must be miserable." Damian muttered, running a hand through his mates soft hair.

"I was surprised when I heard that he was a Kaizen." Remus replied, sitting on the couch and putting Harry between the two of them. Damian rolled his eyes and Remus suppressed a smile when the youngest moved slightly so that he was leaning on Damian, but had his feet on Remus.

"Spoiled." Harry muttered in his sleep. The two older men watched him for a few minutes, before they started talking quietly. Hours later, Damian picked up Harry, and Remus yawned quietly, before they headed to bed. Harry laid between them, smirking to himself, he had been awake the whole time, and was ecstatic to hear that his mates were getting along. He smuggled into both of his mates, and curled up, a content smile on his features, and for the first time, he fell asleep, feeling almost whole with no guilt or fear of nightmares.

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