Summary:
Pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy. Remus Lupin/Severus Snape. Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley
Warnings: Weasley Bashing/Dumbledore Bashing/Hermione Bashing/Alternate Universe/Magical inheritance/Mpreg/Veela Harry/Sub Harry/Veela Draco/Dom Draco/Magically Strong Harry/Male Slash/Fluff/Romance/Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence.
This story will have lemon in it.
*LEMON
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Chapter Two: More Changes & Revelations
Harry woke the next morning gasping for air. He looked around not realizing that he was still at 4 Privet Drive. Everything is blurry. Reaching up to scratch his eyes instead of touching his eyes fingers bumps the glasses on his face. Taking his glasses off his face Harry rubs the sleep from his eyes. Once he removes his fingers realization hits Harry that he can see perfectly well without his glasses.
Remembering what happened last night and, the bright light. I came into my magical inheritance. Did It fix my eyes? Confusion shows on Harry's face. Is that all it did? Harry moves to get off the bed when an intense pain hits him in his back causing him to scream in pain. Harry quickly covers his mouth with his hands in hopes that he does not wake the Dursley's. His breathing is harsh behind his hands, and tears wells in his eyes, something is wrong with me. Tentatively Harry takes one of his hand from his mouth and moves it to his shoulders then down his back. Harry stops and gasps in surprise when his fingers touch soft feathers. He is not sure what to think of this new development.
This time with care Harry gets off the bed. Slowly and quietly he makes his way to the bathroom. The outcome of waking his relatives will not be pleasant for him especially with feathers protruding from his back. The last thing he needed was his Uncle Vernon seeing more of his freakishness that even he cannot explain. Once he reaches the bathroom, he closed the door quietly. He walks over to the mirror eager to see if there are any changes to his eyes and what his newly acquired feathers. Harry gasps and cannot believe the person he see's standing in the mirror. He turns and looks behind and to the sides of him to be sure it is his reflection staring back at him. His eyes are still green, but now they are much brighter than before. They seemed like swirling pools of emeralds that would glow even in the darkest room.
He reached up to touch his face with his right hand and noticed the tribal tattoos on his arm. On his forearm was a Griffin with the head and face that looked like the basilisk from the Chamber of Secrets. The basilisk fangs had what Harry can only guess is venom dripping from it. At, the end of the body was its tail that looked it belonged to a Badger. Harry trails his fingers on the rest of his arm; he ends up taking off what is left of his tattered t-shirt to see the rest of the tattoo completely. Harry blinks a couple of times because his arm has angry red flames of fire surround it, even the one surrounding the Griffin. The red flames go all the way up to his neck.
Harry continues to look at himself in the mirror for more changes. He noticed that his features were more androgynous rather than masculine. He looks pretty rather than handsome. "Not sure how I feel about that," Harry whispers in the empty bathroom. Harry reaches up and touches his hair that was once a Potter trait of unruliness is now midnight black and bone straight that reaches down to his mid-thigh. His lightning bolt scar that was sometimes red and aching was now faded and almost gone. What am I? Maybe an elf with my new features and hair? Quickly as the thought comes to his mind, Harry moves his hair to the side and pears at his ears. And notice that they did not change. No not an elf. Harry finally take notice of the feathers on his back, the silver color dominates the green and black. When he moves his, feathers make a soft ruffling sound as if a soft breeze is blowing. Harry is not sure how he will be able to hide his wings before school starts. He hates that he might have to depend on the intelligence or Hermione. But hope Neville will be able to help him. Harry knows with certainty that the other boy will not judge him for his lack of understanding.
"Wow!" Harry whispers as he continues to take in more of his new features. He smiles to himself and sees that he has little fangs where his canines should be.
The only thing that did not change was his height. I will forever be the shortest person in the room.Pouts Harry. Harry decides to go back to his room. With the Dursley's still asleep now is the perfect time for Harry to leave. Harry make his way back to his room and close the door quietly. He turns to see Fawkes the headmaster's Phoenix sitting on his lopsided bed frame. She trills a soft note of hello to Harry. He walks over to her and caress her feathers. It was then for the first time Harry notice that there is something different about Fawkes feathers.
Her feathers look as if they are on fire and would be hot to the touch. He is positive that she was not due for another rebirth. For an unexplained reason, Harry bends down and stares into to Fawkes's eyes. The longer he looks into them, the more hypnotized he feels. That is when he feels it. It was the feeling of being sucked into the memory of a pensive.
Harry falls with a thud to the ground. "Fuck!" Harry yells. He gets up and begins to look around and tries to figure out where he is. Harry turns around in a circle observing the large and empty room and stops when he see Fawkes sitting on the shoulder of a red-headed man who is standing beside three other people. There were two men and two women. The red-head man is in crimson robes and the other in emerald. One of the two women in the room wore yellow and the blue robes. Their backs are turned to Harry, speaking in hushed tones. Seeing that they are not alone they turn to face Harry with smiles on their faces.
"Welcome Our Young Heir" The red-head man in crimson robes bows to Harry. Shocked at the gesture Harry is not sure what to say. No one has never showed him that kind of respect. Wait a minute did he just call me Heir? Whatthehell? "I am Lord Godric Gryffindor; these are my companions Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff. We are the founders of Hogwarts and you my young friend are one of our Heir."
Harry starts to back away from the group standing before him. This is a dream. I somehow fell asleep staring into Fawkes' eyes. I am not standing here looking and listening to the founders of Hogwarts. They are dead for crying out loud. Oh no, am I dead?Unbeknownst to Harry's warring thoughts Godric Gryffindor continues to speak.
"Do not be afraid all will be explained" He turns to Fawkes and nods his head in respect to the regal bird. That stops Harry from trying to find an escape. Not even the Headmaster shows Fawkes such respect.
"Thank you my friend." Fawkes sings your welcome.
A snort behind Godric Gryffindor which cause Harry to look behind the other man's hulking frame to see that it Salazar Slytherin who is trying not to be amused by Godric. Godric turns his head turn to look at Salazar.
"Sal my love what do you find so amusing?" He asks.
Harry can see the mirth dance in Salazar Slytherin sparkling and swirling green eyes. Harry can also see something different behind those eyes. If he is not mistaken for Godric shines bright. If Harry were to look any closer, he would have seen that he and Salazar have the same vibrant, swirling emerald green eyes. Salazar Slytherin's features are the same androgynous as Harry. Salazar Slytherin looks so much alike it would take a fool not to notice the similarities. The only difference between the two is Harry's hair is raven black, and Salazar's is blonde.
"You and that bird have a very strange friendship," Salazar says in a soft melodious voice. "You are the only one who can ever get her to do as requested. Helga, Rowena and I have been telling you that for centuries."
"And the same can be said for your snakes my Love" responds Godric
Salazar turns to Harry and notices look of astonishment on his face that was there earlier. Salazar separates himself from the others and walks over to Harry. Salazar lifted his hand and cupped his cheeks with a smile he eases Harry's fears a bit.
"Do not pay Godric any attention. It has been a while since he has spoken to his companion," He reassures Harry.
Salazar took Harry's hand in his turns and guided him to the table that was not sitting there before. Harry looks down at their joined hands and cannot believe that the great Salazar Slytherin is holding his hand. Harry moves his gaze from their joined hands and focuses on the table in front of him. Each place setting has a crest symbolizing the houses of Hogwarts. Yellow and black with a Badger that representing Hufflepuff. Blue and bronze with an Eagle with its enlarged wings spread for Ravenclaw. Green and silver with a large snake a warped around the trunk of a tree for Slytherin. Last, scarlet and gold of a lion and the body of a Griffin in mid roar for Gryffindor.
"Do not be afraid our young Heir," Helga told him. "We have much to discuss in a very short time," she tells him with a smile.
Salazar pushes Harry in the empty chair in front of them before taking his place beside Godric. Harry stares at the four people he has heard and learned so much about and still cannot believe he is sitting here with them. How can I be here? I pray I'm not dead like them. That's all I need now to die a virgin and mate less. And if I am not dead why now? Why bring him here now? Harry stops his thoughts and stares intently at the four founders before him. He takes in their appearances. Realization hit him that he has a little for each of hem, which he noticed in the mirror this morning. Harry sees Helga has straight blonde hair with blue eyes. From Rowena the blue-black curly hair and gray eyes. Salazar has the same feminine like features and emerald sparkling eyes. Lastly, Godric his skin complexion while the others had an olive skin tone. Godric is pale with his fire red hair and hazel eyes.
Harry takes a large gulp of air before he speaks for the first time.
"Am I dead?" He blurts out then adds. "How the hell did I become your Heir? And what the hell am I doing here?" They all smiled at Harry brashness.
"An excellent question young heir but no you are very much alive. I know you have other question and we hope to answer it in the time we have. A long time ago all four of us met and became good friends in our young age. We were all friends with same ideals and desires for the wizarding world," Rowena says. "Godric and Salazar became lovers we all knew they were destined to be. Then Helga and I became lovers," She says with a smile. "Knowing that we would never marry or be with any other. We decided any children we conceive would be blood adopted among us and make them our Heir." Rowena pauses for a second before continuing. "This part will be challenging to explain. We are unsure of how it happened without a males semen we can only guess that mother magic saw fit to do it this way. I'm sure times have changed, and there is an explanation to explain how two women in a relationship can conceive a child without a male to provide their semen. Helga was the first to become pregnant with our daughter. Godric and Sal blood and adopted her. Two years later Salazar had a son with Godric and in turn we blood adopted him. We did not question Salazar's announcement of his expecting child."
At that, Harry is flabbergasted. The founder sees the look on his face. "Surely you know that wizards can have and carry children, my young heir?"
"Umm…it's Harry and no I wasn't aware." Harry answers. "I grew up in the muggle world. And Muggle men cannot have children."
"What the bloody hell!" shouted Godric "How hell did you end up in the muggle world?"
"Godric please settle down this instant. We will explain it all to him after we tell he needs to know," Salazar says calmly.
Godric turns to Salazar and gazes his sweet and kind face that automatically makes him smiles kindly at his lover. Harry watch the show of love between the two men with envy. No one has ever looked at him that way. Harry hopes one day to find the someone that will care for and love and him the same way Godric seems to care for Salazar. Godric then looks to Rowena and gives her a stiff nod to continue the rest of the story.
"For many years we lived happily in the castle with our children. When our daughter turned eleven, we came up with the idea to open our home and turn it into a school. Salazar came up with the name Hogwarts. We began to infuse our magic into the castle. We came up with the idea of the sorting hat. The sorting hat was created with our combined magic and took on a personality of his own. He chose to call himself Alistair, which we accepted. It helps to tell what personality would best fit into what are now called houses. Our daughter was the first to be placed in Gryffindor. She was brash and daring like Godric was at her age. I cannot tell you the amount to times we had to get her out scrapes she got herself into." Rowena says with a chuckle. "Salazar and Godric's son was sorted in Ravenclaw."
As years went, we had more children each. They were all blood adopted. Mother magic saw fit to bless Helga and me with twin's boys, and they were sorted into Slytherin. Sal and Godric and a girl and she got sorted into Hufflepuff. Each had a little bit of us yet; they still had their personality. More years followed, and the school thrived. We decided to extend an open hand to families with half-bloods and Muggle-born children.
Our children grew up, later in life they got married and had children of their own. As the years went by we noticed that there was discontent with a few of the students. You must understand my young hair we believed in the old ways celebrating Samhain, Beltane, and Yule. We taught these ideals to our children and also to our pupils. It was a few years after we open the doors to Hogwarts letting muggle born and half-blood students we began to notice there was a discontent. Muggle-borns, who used to celebrating Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Easter wanted to celebrate their traditional holidays. The half-blood pupils were indifferent being from both worlds but tried to argue the point of understanding magical holidays. To stop the debates, Salazar suggested that we authorized those who wish to celebrate their traditional holiday is free to do so we will not discourage them."
Rowena stops speaking and turns to Salazar, who takes her hand in his. She turns her attention back to Harry without relinquishing Salazar's hand. "We still encouraged those who wanted to hold on to the ways of magical tradition. We incorporated their holiday with our belief. For years we prospered, and lived in peace. We continued to keep our world a secret from the Muggles." Rowena stops speaking and seems to find what she is about to say difficult to explain.
"The children that were Muggle-borns we took them from their parents," She whispers. Shock register on Harry's face. He looks at the three other members sitting at the table and see regret showing on their faces.
"How could you do that?!" Harry yells.
"We had no other choices!" Salazar screams. "We did what we had to protect our world!. You have no idea how much it hurt us to do it. But it was for our protection my, young Heir." He says calmly. Harry watch as Godric pulls Salazar in his arms and comfort him. Whispering softly and placing gently kisses on his forehead. Harry move his gaze away from the display of affection and look at the other two women.
"We had them magically adapted to those families who desired children of our world." Helga picks up the rest of the story. "Then we had experienced Ministry Aurors obliviators use a memory charm on their muggle parents. Also, we kept watched for the rest of their offspring's for underage magic. We hired ministry officials to keep watch because the job got to be too much for us. The watchers as we call them were to take the children and have the parents memories altered." Helga reaches across the table and takes Harry hands in her's.
"Please understand my young Heir we did not do it out of anger or hate. We did it to protect our existence from the muggle world. I know what you're thinking how we could do that. We have lived long enough to see the hate of what muggles do because they do not understand our world. We have seen friends and families burnt at the stake for being a witch. The four of us made a promise never to let that happen ever again, protecting our world was at the forefront of our minds." Helga finishes.
Rowena places a comforting hand on Helga's shoulder squeezing it before she continues. "Soon we all were too old to continue with the care of the school and the students. We turned the mantle to over our children and grandchildren. I am sure the history books all claimed we died, but I can safely say there are no records of our deaths."
"Do I look dead to you?" Godric asks speaking up for the first time since welcoming Harry to the room. Harry was not sure if it was a rhetorical question or not but finds himself shaking his head no.
"No my Love you are very much alive," Salazar assures him with a gentle pat on his chest.
Rowena speaks up pulling Harry's attention from the couple. "They are correct we are not dead. However, we are ascended to a different plain. We are not able to return to the living world no matter how powerful we. But before we left this plain Godric put a spell on his familiar as a safeguard. If ever there is a war, discontent or even if a Dark Lord should rise and threaten our way of life; that he is to find our last two remaining Heir and bring them to us. We will teach and train them to defend our world."
Harry sit in his chair absorbing this new information. Harry's mind is reeling that he is an Heir to the four founders. That's what they said because Fawkes brought him here to talk with them. Harry is trying to understand that what they did to keep our world a secret was for the best but he still cannot wrap his brain around it.
The lies the history books have told that Salazar Slytherin hated Muggle-borns and half-bloods. When, in fact, he encouraged them to continue in their beliefs. What have I never read or heard that Godric and Salazar were lovers? Or about their children? Why are the important parts of history removed? Harry have so many questions but is not sure who to ask for answers.
Then it hits Harry. Did she say TWO remaining Heir!