Through the Fire

by Lady-Giovanna-Potter-Malfoy

Harry comes into his magical inheritance on his birthday. He finds out that those thought were his most trusted are the ones that that will hurt him the most. And, the ones that he thought he could never trust are the ones that will stand with him through the fire.

6. Chapter 6: Enemies, Friends & The First

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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All the rights go to J.K. Rowling. I wish I could claim them, but I cannot sadly.

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Chapter Five- Gringotts, Wills & More

Holding back tears Harry carefully and neatly refolds his mother's letter and put it back in the envelope. Harry pinch the bridge of his nose closing his eyes in thought. His mother did not trust the Headmaster. What were her reasons? She mentions his actions, what was the Headmaster doing to Lily Potter the smartest and lightest witch to not trust him? Harry wishes he knew the answers and could ask someone directly. But who can he trust? Remus would be the perfect person to ask but so far all Harry can see is that the other man have utmost trust the man has in Dumbledore.

Harry removes his hands from his face and leans forward resting his elbows on his knees then running his fingers through his hair. Things are getting so fucked up! Would Snape still hate me if he knew my mother wanted him to care for me? I will never know the answer to that. Harry leans back and looks at Neville, who was watching him intently. Neville knows what was in his mother's letter because he read it out loud for Neville and Griphook to hear. Neville rests his hand on one of Harry's shoulder and squeezes in it support and comfort. Harry pats Neville's hand gripping his fingers as if it is his lifeline. Harry then picks up the next envelope and opens it. He scans it like he did with his mother's letter seeing it is from Sirius.

Hey Pup,

I guess if you're reading this then I am dead. I know you Harry; I know that you think my death is your fault. Do not blame yourself. Things happen in life that we cannot control. You are not at fault, so get that thought out of your head right now. Protecting you is my only priority.

I'm sorry pup. I regret that the night your parents died I did not stay with you. I should have stayed and cared for your needs than my need for revenge. I regret so many things since that night. I am sorry that I was not there for every step in your childhood. I am sorry because of my foolish decision you went to live with those gods' awful muggles who did nothing but abused you and caused you nothing but pain. It is why I hope what I am about to do will make up for everything. I love you, Harry James Potter, and you are the son I wished I had. You are brave and courageous. You are not your father. You, Harry, are your own man with your destiny. Do not let someone choose the path you should go. Choose your path in life no matter what some prophecy declares.

I love you, pup. Know that your parents and I are proud of the man that you are and will become.

Oh and hey pup; when you finally get rid of old moldyshorts do it with a smile on your face.

LAST WILL & TESTAMENT

I Sirius Orion Black, of sound my and absolutely gorgeous body, declare this as my last will and testament.

ToRemusI leave Fifty thousand galleons, buy some new clothes Remus J Lupin (no give backs), spend it on the brooding bat. I also leave Remus the Raglan cottage off the coast of Ireland. Make it a home with Severus. Yes, I knew I saw you meeting him on the map one day in our sixth year. Be happy Remus.

To Severus first let me say. I am sorry for the mean tricks that and pranks I played on you when we were in school. I let childish pettiness get in the way, and we could have been excellent friends. Make him happy Severus; find a cure for him I know you can do it. To Severus Snape, I leave seventy thousand galleons.

I Sirius Black Lord of the Most Noble, and Ancient House Black hereby disinherit Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black from the house of Black. I hereby, reinstate Andromeda Tonks back into the Most Ancient House of Black. So mote it be.

I Sirius Black hereby, name my godson, Harry James Potter, my heir, my son in all but blood. He will have the title Lord Black and the Black family vaults and estate. I hereby name Remus J Lupin and Severus Tobias Snape as Harry's godfathers and magical guardian. It is what Lily would have wanted.

Last but not least, Harry, there is so many things that I wanted to say to you. But every time I tried to get you alone someone interrupts us. One thing I have noticed pup is they cannot be trusted. Trust no one but Remus and Snape. They are the only two besides myself I believe have your best interest at heart. They will protect and teach you. The others are lying to you. I have had a niggling feeling that Dumbledore is lying to us about the prophecy and Voldemort. I am not sure how to prove it.

But ask yourself this Harry, why was it I was sent to Azkaban when Dumbledore was the one who cast the fidelius charm. He was there when we worked out who the secret keeper was. My mistake was running after Peter. Dumbledore could have asked for my retrial. He is the Supreme Mugwump after all. The leader of the light, everyone listens to him. But, he didn't Harry. I was left to rot in Azkaban for twelve damn years, and you were sent to live with those dreadful relatives.

I know that I am going off on a tangent. But, find the answers and the truth for yourself Harry. I know that you can do it. I have faith in you pup. I have one last advice, Harry. Find love and never be afraid to hold on to it. I don't care if it is a man or a woman, as long as you are happy. Love is important anddonot let anyone tell you any different. I made that mistake. I never told the woman I loved how much I needed her in my life, how much I loved her. Don't do the same thing I did, Harry. You will regret it the same way I did. I love you!

Your Godfather,
Lord Sirius Black

Lord of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black

Harry is stunned. What the hell! The second important person in his life that questions Dumbledore motives. Even their words confused him. If they had so little trust in him why did they follow his lead in everything? Harry has to find out what is going on, and there are too many unanswered questions swirling around in his head.

The sound of a throat clearing pulls Harry from his confusing thoughts. He looks up from Sirius letter to see Griphook holding a small jewelry box in the palm of his outstretched hand. Harry leans forward and gently takes the box from the goblins hand. Neville's hand that rested on his shoulder while he read Sirius's letter slowly falls off. Harry opens the box and gasps at the beautiful ring nestled between plush cushions.

"This ring belongs to the House of Black family. You may choose to wear entitled to Lord Black." Harry snaps his head up staring at Griphook. Call him silly but he thought the Black family ring was well black.Not cobalt blue with specks green, yellow and another color Harry cannot name. The gem sits on a white gold band. Griphook saw the questioning look on Harry's face chuckles and answered his question. "Young Lord, that is the black opal. They are rear gems because of the time it takes to produce one of the precious stones. They are found deep in the mountains of Ethiopia and Mexico." Griphook explains.

"The gems are a quite extraordinary Harry," Neville tells him.

"That ring has been in the Black family for centuries, passed down to each Black Lord." Griphook continues. "No one is sure where it came from, but some believe it is from Andamooka in South Australia."

Harry pulls the ring from the jewelry box, he holds it up in the air inspecting it looking for something new but does not find anything. Harry gets ready to slip the ring on his finger when Griphook stops him. "As with Duke Gryffindor you will need to apply a small amount of your blood to the ring," the goblin tells him.

"I wanted to ask," Harry says. "Why do I need to give blood to a ring?"

"It is so that the ring knows who you are," Neville responds. "With magic anyone can impersonate you with the use of polyjuice, you saw for yourself when Crouch Jr. pretended to be Moody in the fourth year. When we do a mini blood ritual especially in a place as magically permeated as Gringotts with family heirlooms, the jewelry recognizes you as a part of the family, and no one can steal it from you."

"Wow, Neville," Harry says with a smile. "I had no idea you were so knowledgeable about blood rituals."

Neville's cheeks pinked, embarrassed by Harry's compliment no doubt. Then he shrugs, "I spend a lot of time alone with lots of books, nothing to do but read." He whispers.

"Well, I'm glad to have you on my side Nev," Harry murmurs. It is a shame no one gets to see this side of Neville. The smart, funny and easy going man sitting beside him. All they see is a bumbling fool. No longer, this year things are going to change.

Harry picks up the same knife Neville used to prick his fingers. Harry follows the same instructions the other man did then slips the ring onto his ring finger on his right hand, and the ring glows then shrinks to fit his finger.

"Would you like to continue young Lord or take a break?" The goblin asks.

"Yes, let us continue," Harry continue. "But is it possible to get something brought in for us to eat?"

"Certainly, I will order something for us to eat, and you can continue to read. I believe you have another letter waiting."

The truth is Harry was trying to stall. He was not sure he can read another letter, especially from his father. But he had to do, he needed to know what were his father's last words. He picks up the last letter, and it felt heavy in his hand. It's now or never. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Harry opens the letter and begins to read.

My Prongslet,

If you are reading this before you reached the age of sixteen, it means I have died. And, I am sorry I was not there to see you grow to become the man I know you can be. I know that you were told stories about the madman trying to kill us, and it is true. Please, Harry, understand that your mother and I are doing and did everything that we possibly can to keep you safe. I have set up provisions in place just in case your mom and I both die.

I want you to know Harry we love you. The day I found out that your mother was carrying you, I was terrified. I was afraid because I did not know if I would be a good father to you. There are so many things I wanted to teach and show you. I wanted to be there when you had your first crush, the first time you had your first kiss or see your face the first time you flew on a broom. The freedom I felt the first time I flew beyond the skies on a broom it was indescribable. I'm sorry my son, I'm sorry I failed to protect you.

Harry eyes blurs with tears he's been holding back. This day did not turn out the way he expected. Last words of his parents were not something he expected to read today. Harry wipes the tiny droplets of tears that fell on his cheeks. Strong hands engulf him from his left side, holding him close. Comfort, love and acceptance emotions he has never felt before.

"You are no longer alone Harry. We are in this together. From this day forward we are brothers in everything even blood." Neville says in his ears. Harry leans in Neville's strong arms, who rocks him while he cries. Hours or even minutes later Harry begins to calm down, but Neville still has him in his arms. Harry pulls away slowly and turns to look at Neville, they stare at each other for a long time, understanding passes between men. Harry cup's Neville cheeks leaning up, even kneeling the other boy is taller than him. Harry kiss Neville on the forehead then press their heads together.

"Brother's," He says.

Neville cups the back of his head, "blood and all." He finishes.

After a few minutes they part from each other, Neville goes back to his seat. Feeling stronger than he did before Harry picks up his father's letter and continues to read.

The day that you wereborn,and the medi-witch gently placed you in my arms I was lost. And, your baby green eyes locked onto mine, I knew that I would do absolutely anything to protect you and keep you safe.

I hope that with the time I had with you, I did a good job, I hope that I lived long enough to see all the things I talked about earlier. I hope that I was the day you found the man or woman you want to spend the rest of your life with, I was there to see you take their hand in marriage. I want will to find the same if not, a deeper and passionate love that your mother and I had.

My greatest hope is that you will never have to read this. But, I fear Voldemort will find us, and we will not survive. Which is why I included this in my letter to you.

LAST WILL & TESTAMENT

I James Charlus Potter of sound mind and body declare this my last will and testament. I hereby name my son, Harry James Potter my heir to the Noble House of Potter and all it holds. At the age ofsixteenhe shall be declared emancipated and receive the title of Lord Potter.

If his mother Lily Potter nee Evans cannot care for Harry, he will go to the care of Sirius Orion Black, his godfather. Sirius, I know that you will care for my Prongslet as if he was your own.

If Sirius Black is unable to care for Harry, he is to be placed in the care of Remus John Lupin and Severus Tobias Snape. I know that they will watch and care for him. Severus, no matter what we were in the past I know you will put it behind you to care for my son. I James C. Potter trust Severus Tobias Snape with the welfare of Harry James Potter. I also leave fifty thousand galleons each. For Merlin, sake getyourselfsome new clothes. I also leave to you the rear defense first edition books and journals you have coveted in the Potter library. Snape take care of my best friend if hurt him I will hunt you for the rest of your life. I leave you both the Potter cottage in Scotland.

Prongslet, I leave you with these final words. If I meet my death before your fifth birthday, I place the blame squarely on my shoulders. I put my trust in the wrong person, and it lead to my death. Do not trust the twinkling blue eyes, behind those eyes are lies and nothing but deceit and betrayal. I found out too late, Harry. And, there was nothing I could do to stop it in time. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

I am proud and love you, Harry. Live your life for you and no one else.

Your Father,
Lord James C. Potter

Lord of the Noble House of Potter

Harry stops reading and set his father's letter down. Harry covers his face with his hands, hiding and holding back more tears. In the span of two weeks, he's cried more times than he can count. His parents and Sirius did not trust Dumbledore, but he followed the old man's lead, maybe he did it out of guilt. Also, from Sirius's letter it seems that his friends cannot be trusted as Harry himself is beginning to suspect. His mother, father and Sirius all basically said to trust Snape. How can I trust a man who believes I am a replica of James Potter and nothing else?

Harry tries to get himself together, but his emotions will not settle. He gets up from the chair for the first time since entering the room. There are no windows, and he feels a bit stifled. His breathing begins to speed up, and his heart feels as if it is about to burst through his chest. The room becomes silent and sweat washes over him. Harry's wings bursts from his back, tearing at his clothes. His nails grow into claws. He feels as if he is going crazy. Harry opens his mouth, and a loud animalist roar comes from his mouth. The sound bounces off the walls and ceiling in the room; It sound as if a large animal made the noise. Harry is too much in his pain and grief he did not see Neville and Griphook covering their ears. Why must life be so cruel?

Harry continues to roar with anger, pain and sadness. Neville did not comfort him this time because he understood. Griphook a goblin with a heart of steal wipe a solid tear from his cheek. The noise was so loud and strong it broke the silencing charm Griphook placed on the door when they came in. The sound echoed through the halls and into the main entrance of the now empty bank. The goblins who remained bowed their heads as they listen to the creature's sad cry. Back in the room, Harry is seen on his knees, and his wings cocooned around him. The room is quiet and still.

Slowly Harry's wing part and the man inside of it falls to the floor. He curls into the fetal position and close his eyes tight blocking out the world. Why am I so weak?

"You are not weak my son; you are in pain." The sweetest and calmest voice Harry has ever heard replies.

Harry opens his eyes and connects with pools of black eyes, with long silver hair. The entity seems as if it is bathed in a bright luminescent bright light. The entity had the face of both male and female, but oddly it was not unattractive. Quickly he gets up and looks around. He is still in the bank, and Neville and Griphook are still in their position looking at Harry, but they are not moving.

"Who are you?" Harry whispers. "And what have you done to them?" He asks pointing to Neville and Griphook.

The smiles, "I am who was, who is, and who is yet to come." The entity steps closer to Harry. "Worry not young one your friends are safe."

Harry creases his brows as he stares at thinking of what this thing could be. The entity moved closer to him and lifts is chin gently for Harry to look in its face. Then it hits him, "Why do you hate me?"

"I do not hate you young one, and you are my most precious child. There will come a time when you must choose life and death for another. And what you experienced will help you decide their fate."

"Why-why me,"

"Because you will change the world, young one. You are destined for great things."

"I do not feel great at the moment," Harry murmurs to the entity.

"Well, you are because I willed it that way. I must leave you but remember my words young one. The day will come when you must decide his fate."

"Who? Whose fate?" Harry did not get an answer in an instant the entity was gone, and Harry finds himself sitting in the chair and his father's letter in his hand. His clothes back to normal and his wings are hidden once again. Everything was back to what it was before. Did I just imagine that? No, I couldn't have.

"Lord Potter-Black are you ready to continue." Harry turns his head quickly facing Griphook, then down to the object in his hand. He was holding another box and this time Harry recognized the Potter crest. Harry brushed what happened a few minutes ago and focused on the matter at hand. As with his mother and Sirius letters Harry carefully fold his father's letter and place it back in the envelope.

He clears his throat, "yes, I'm ready." His voice sounds scratchy as if he has been yelling and screaming for hours. Neville and Griphook did not seem to notice, and if they did, neither mentioned it. Griphook opens the box and inside was a ring, the Potter family ring a marvelous red ruby. Not wasting anytime Harry takes the ring from its cushioned pillows and follows the same thing he did with the Black family ring.

"You, can put this on the same finger with that of the Black ring. They will meld together." Griphook informs him.

Harry did as he is told putting on the Potter ring on the same finger with the Black ring. Both the Black and Potter ring became one. Both rings melded together and created a unique symbol of yin and yang.

The next course of action was working out the Black and Potter estates and vaults. Harry's mind was not focused it kept going back to what he just experienced. Each vault has a substantial amount of galleons. Harry knows that both the Potter and Blacks family are a part of the old Pureblood wizarding family. Harry also knows that members of the Black and the Potter's contributed significantly to the wizarding world, with the inventions of spells and potions. That adds more galleons to their vaults handsomely. He combined with all his the vaults together made Harry richer than even the Malfoys.

"I just need you to prick your finger, then with the tip of your bloody finger tap each document." Griphook directs. "We can now move on to the next part." Harry did as he was told.

Griphook gave Harry a copy of his birth certificate as he did with Neville. And parchments copy of his vaults and estates holdings.

CERTIFICATE OF BIRTH

Name: Harry James Potter-Black
Father: James Charlus Potter-Deceased
Mother: Lily Potter nee Evans-Deceased

Sirius Orion Black-Godfather
Remus J Lupin –Magical Guardian

Severus Snape-Magical Guardian-Hogwarts Potion Master

Heir of Noble and Ancient Houses & Dukedom
-Archaic and Royal House of
Slytherin
-Archaic and Royal House of
Hufflepuff
-Archaic and Royal House of
Peverell

-Heir to the Noble House of
Black
Potter

Estates & Properties
-Hogwarts
-Black Manor, England
-Grove Cottage, Switzerland
-Kingslake Manor, Ireland
-Ashtree Court, Scotland
-Potter Manor, England
Number 12 Grimmauld Place, England

Vaults
156-250-Pervell
110-144-Slytherin and Hufflepuff
770-820-Potter

What the fuck!Harry is completely dumbstruck; I am a descendant of the Peverell's? Why the hell didn't I know this? Harry thought the names were a myth tale's parents tell their children of the three brothers who held the deathly hallows.

Harry looks at his birth Certificate again; he is not shocked anymore to see Snape's name as his magical guardian. His parents and Sirius already made the point clear that they trust Snape. Now I just need to figure out if I want to tell him or not. Then Harry remembers something from his father's letter. "Griphook, in my dad's letter he emancipated me at the age of sixteen. Is that why you were trying to get in touch with me? And if I am emancipated shouldn't I have gotten your letters?"

'That is true young Lord, but according to your magical guardian, you wanted to concentrate on the war at hand."

Harry shakes his head, in astonishment at the Headmaster's lies and deceit. "Griphook, I take it he also had access to my vaults as well?"

"Yes and we regret that, young Lord."

"But it says here that Professor Snape is my magical guardian. Does anyone else know about this?"

"On the night your parents died. Albus Dumbledore had their wills sealed with the authorization from the Ministry. He informed the Ministry that he was your magical guardian, and at the request of your parents you were to be sent to a safe, undisclosed location."

Harry is seething; he could not believe the manipulations of the Headmaster. Then a thought hit him. "If he is my magical guardian, I would have also gotten a monthly stipend or the individual of who cared for me?"

"Yes, they would be able to access your vaults to provide for you. When you reach the age of eleven, your vault key would be given to you. We also keep a record of who had access to your vaults. We assume whoever accessed you vault has your permission of course."

Harry's eyes widen at that statement, the only one he gave permission to once was Mrs. Weasley. He quickly grabs his records from Griphooks hands and scans them for names and dates. He gasps at the names of who entered his vaults without his permission.

Albus Dumbledore –November 1981-Present
Molly Weasley –June, 1991-Present
Ronald & Ginevra Weasley, August 1991- Present
Hermione Granger August, 1992-Present

All this timethey have been stealing from me. Wherethey paid? Was it their plan all along to befriend me then use me? For what? What purpose? Question after question runs through Harry's mind, and no answer comes to mind. It is as if they conspired against him before they knew him.

This time Harry did not have a meltdown, he held in his anger and began to plot his revenge. Harry and Neville took a bit longer to finish up with the goblins. Out his three Dukedoms, Harry decided to wear the Slytherin ring. The Slytherin ring he wears on his left hand next to his vacant ring finger. Harry instructed Griphook to carry out Sirius and his parents' wishes to the letter.

Before leaving Gringotts, Harry ensured that he had new keys to his vaults. Harry decided not to pursue his ex-best friends and the others for the stolen money. What they took would not put a dent in his galleons Harry has plans to recoup his loss in other ways. Harry and Neville because of their wealthy status in wizarding society was given cards that are connected to their directly to their vaults. This way they would not have to carry a pouch or come back to Gringotts each time they require money or to make a purchase. After all the paperwork was taken care of Griphook told them that as a direct order of their king the powerful and great Ragnarok, the goblin nation stands behind him. They will aid him in his fight against their enemies. The last thing Harry and Neville did before leaving the bank was a blood exchange.

Harry used his fangs and bit into his wrist, and Neville did the same. With Griphook as their witness both males put their wrist together repeating the chant officiated by the goblin.

"Once alone now together, brother's in blood brothers inflesh."

Harry and Neville watch in fascination as blood runs down their joined arms and falls in the bowl underneath mingling together becoming one. Griphook tells them to separate their wrist from each other. In an instant, the bowl begins to shake then breaks. The liquid within lifts up, parts in two and wraps around their wrists. Slowly the red liquid begins to disappear below their skins and their bite marks with it. Once all the blood is gone a shiver runs through Harry and Neville from his reaction to him gasping and taking a breath. Harry looks at the boy that is now and truly his blood brother and notice his appearance did not change.

"If you are wondering Young Lords your appearances will not change, however, you will know when your brother is in need. His blood will sing to you." Harry and Neville nod their heads turn and look at each other and smile. What a day.Harry can only think from now on things will have to get better.

When Harry and Neville walked out of the banks with their glamor's back in place, they decided that it was time for him to look the part of well-respected Dukes. Neville and Harry make their way to a more upscale part of Diagon Alley. For the first time in his life, Harry bought clothes that fit. He realizes he like the way leather looks and feels on him and purchases a few leather pants and jackets. New underwear, silk shirts in various colors, most silver and green. Harry also buys new shoes in leather, as well as leather boots with thicker, wider heels that give him adding height to his already short stature.

Harry also decided to get a new trunk with more compartments with no lock that requires a password to open. For once in his life Harry did not care about the money and his friends shopping with him was poor. Neville spent as much as he did if not more. Because his new growth Neville bought a whole new wardrobe. Harry walks in front of the mirror wearing black jeans so tight they look like a second skin and a purple silk shirt. Harry nods his head at his appearance. With a new look and a new attitude, Harry felt like an entirely new person. He tried not to bring his thoughts down by thinking of what the entity said, who's life will I need to decide on and why me?

With two weeks left before the start of school, Harry and Neville decided to take a mini-vacation. That required more shopping that Harry find that he enjoyed much to Neville's grumblings of displeasure. They made their way around the Alley, gathering their required school supplies getting it out of the way. This year Harry promised himself things will be different. No longer will he be made to look like a fool. He remembers his father's last words "Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer."

Kings Crossing is always busy with students the beginning of September going back to Hogwarts. Harry and Neville arrived early to beat the rush of all the other students who tries to stow their trunks on the train. While vacationing Harry and Neville discussed what they learned from Sirius and his parents letters. Harry planned on holding back the event of meeting the entity. Harry explained what happened and described the features of the Being. Neville along with Harry believe he encountered fate itself. Fate's words constantly ring in his ears. "There will come a day when you must decide his destiny." Neither Harry or Neville can figure out who that person will be. Harry secretly hopes it is not Dumbledore; he is not sure he can put aside his anger at the man to save his life.

They also discussed revealing themselves as their heirs for Hogwarts and agreed to keep the knowledge to themselves until the right moment. Neville the genius he found a spell that would hide their rings identifying them as Dukes. Harry and Neville will be the only ones to see their rings. Once they discover and become comfortable with their mates, the rings will be visible to them also. Harry and Neville both wondered who their mates could be. Harry admitted to Neville that before grandmother Helga told him his chosen will be male he notices that he enjoys staring at the male physic. The length of their fingers, the width of their shoulders and chest. And sometimes his eyes go directly to their crotch wondering how big their cock could be. If Harry were to admit out loud, he likes guys who have a more alpha personality. Harry remember the burning in his cheeks revealing this all to Neville, who looks completely unfazed.

They talked about the best way to expose Ron, Hermione and Ginny. It still hurt to think that the ones he considered family are stealing from him. The lies of pretending to be his friend making him feel as if he is apart of their family. Especially the Weasley's. Ms. Weasley, who made him feel welcomed, showed him motherly care one minute, and in the next breath takes from his vaults behind his back. Ginny, who Harry now suspects, wants to marry him for the title of Lady Potter and all the honor that goes with it. Ron, who has always been jealous that Harry has more than he does. More money, more people that likes when they don't want to, and looks better. And Hermione, who Harry cannot figure exactly why she would betray him, Hermione is smart and alright in the looks department. Her parents in the muggle world are substantially wealthy, what could her possible motive be?

"Harry, do you plan on speaking with Snape?" Neville asks, breaking Harry from his thoughts.

"I'm not sure." That was another situation that concerned Harry. The fact that Severus Snape is his magical guardian. In some sense now that Sirius is dead Snape is his magical godfather.

"I got an "O" in potions on my O.W.L.S," Harry tells Neville shrugging his shoulders. "I will be in his advanced potions class this year. I may use the opportunity in one of my many detentions he will no doubt dish out for something he deems unworthy." Harry tells him then turns to look out the window. "Do you think Snape and Remus are still dating?"

Neville shrugs his shoulders in response, "Maybe," He answers then asks. "Do you think if he knew he is your magical guardian that he would have treated you different?"

"Maybe, maybe not. With Snape, you can never tell." Harry hopes that if and when he speaks with Snape the man at least listens to what he has to say.

"That is very true." Neville responds. "I've been wondering who my mate could be," He says switching topics. It was one thing noticed with Neville his mind goes from one topic to another. "Have you thought about who your mate might be?" He asks Harry. Neville continues speaking without waiting for Harry's response. "I'm not picky about gender love is love. I hope that it is someone who can accept me for who I am."

"If they don't accept you it is their loss Nev," Harry tells him. "Besides I will kick their arses for you." Neville chuckled at the stern tone of Harry's voice.

"I believe you brother," Neville says. "I like calling you that."

"Calling me what?" asks Harry.

"I like calling you brother; it feels natural saying it," He says with a pleasant smile.

Harry returns his smiles with a nod of his head in agreement, "I know what you mean. And to answer your question." He continues. "I have thought about it, Nev I just hope it's not someone I dislike." Like Draco Bloody Malfoy. Harry mentally shivers, as good looking at the other man, is he cannot picture himself with the blonde git. They would constantly argue, he would drive Harry mental. "Now we just have to be careful of who touches us," He says to Neville.

The train begins to fill up. "I hope they don't find me." Harry did not need to clarify who they were. Harry want to have a peaceful train ride back to Hogwarts without Hermione asking questions and Ron his stupid "yeah mate" responses. They chose a compartment in the far back hiding away from prying eyes or ears. The compartment door opens both Harry and Neville starts in surprise. Harry prays it is not the three traitors instead Luna walks in then close the door and goes down to one knee.

"I Luna Rayen Lovegood, pledge myself, my gift and knowledge as a seer to the heirs of Hogwarts. Duke Gryffindor and Duke Slytherin. I promise to aid them in the defeat of the Dark Lords that plagues the Wizarding World. So mote it be!"

A bright yellow glow of light that engulfs all three in the compartment then quickly disappears. Heat settles then run up Harry's spine making him gasps, he turns and looks at Neville, who has the same reaction to Luna's pledge.

Luna gets up then sits on the opposite side in front of Harry and Neville. Both are speechless and unsure of what to say. The compartment is silent as all three sit and stares at each other; no one noticed the train started to move because of what just happened. "Luna, why…how…?" Harry could not form his words correctly to ask the proper questions.

"Don't worry Harry, all will be revealed in time," Luna, tells him. "I know there are things I cannot reveal, and there are some things I must let happen, and there are things I cannot see. But I will help you in any way that I can." Luna assures him.

Harry did not know that Luna was a seer, but will not use her knowledge. He does not want to violate the cosmic balance by knowing something he should not.

I can feel what you are thinking Harry," She says then turn to Nevill. " You as well Neville." Neville opens his mouth to respond, but Luna stops him. "This is new to all of us. Neville an Elf and the Duke of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Harry a Veela and the Duke of Slytherin and Hufflepuff. And I am a Seer and the Guardian of Hogwarts." No one spoke at Luna's announcement. "I came into my inheritance earlier this summer. It was a shock to my father and me, with magic we have to learn to expect the unexpected. There will be things all three of us will be required to do some will be very unpleasant, but it must be done for the preservation of magic. Voldemort is correct magic is dying, and we need to hold on to it at all cost. But he is wrong it is not because of muggles it is because of ignorance and the unwillingness of to accept the differences of others."

She's right, magic has a way of changing every aspect of our lives and the less we know about it, the less we will want to keep it alive within us. Harry had no idea he was a wizard until the age of eleven, and now he inherits a kingdom of sorts all because of magic. Magic comes in many different forms. And maybe Voldemort is right like Luna says, but at the moment Harry cannot see beyond his need for revenge to see through the other man or is it creature's agenda. "I agree with you Luna, magic has a way of making your life delightful and on the other hand, downright dreadful on the next. It is up to us how exactly we want those changes to affect you."

The three friends smile at each other, despite the seriousness of the conversation they always find a way to make each other feel at ease. "Congratulations on your inheritance, Luna," Harry says,

"Yes," Neville pipes in. "Congratulations." Neville gets up from his seat to hug Luna.

Harry is about to stop him when Luna says, "I'm not his mate, nor yours." She chuckles. "And as beautiful and handsome as you both are I see you both as my big brother and not my lovers." With a sigh of relief Neville hugs, Luna, when he pulls back Harry, pulls Luna into his arms giving her a hug. When they pull away from each other Luna touches his face, "I am sorry they hurt you, big brother. But now you have me, Neville and your mate and soon more family members than you will ever dream of."

"Thanks, Luna," He says kissing her on the cheek. They all sit back down breaking the tension from earlier.

"Now how was your vacation?" Luna asks Harry and Neville. Harry chuckles and begins to tell Luna about their vacation with Neville jumping in. Laughter filled the compartment.

Draco is anxious and, he could not figure why. After, his birthday and inheritance the rest of his summer went fine. Draco's thought about who his mate would be especially two weeks ago for split second emotions of anger and sadness pierced his heart. Before Draco could wonder if his mate was hurt or in danger, the feeling was gone as if it was never there. Draco knows he should have spoken to his parents about it but for an unexplained reason he wanted to keep it to himself.

Other than that he still hung out with his friends, Blaise, Pansy, and Theo. Draco and his friend would meet up for outings such as shopping, flying and anything they felt like doing that day. Two weeks ago Draco and his parents decided to take a mini-vacation to a tropical island. He was able to let his hair down so to speak and not worry about school or finding his mate. This morning before heading to Kings Crossing his father pulled him aside and told him not to focus on finding his mate. He express to Draco that he should keep up with his studies and to keep his nose out of trouble. His father hugs him then tells Draco he loves him before they floo to the train station.

Draco sits in the compartment listening to Theo and Blaise argue over their favorite Quidditch team. Blaise is Draco's best friend. They have been friends since they were kids always getting into trouble and have each other's backs no matter what. Theo joined Blaise and Draco's friendship just before the start of their first year. Theo lived with his aunt in another part of England. Theo's father lost his mind after the death of his wife during childbirth. Pansy and Daphne sort of became a part of the group; no one can rightly point out when they joined the group it was as if she has always been there.

Currently, Theo thinks that his team the Falcons will cream the Chudley Cannons this year for the Championship Cup. Blaise thinks otherwise.

"What do you think Dray? Whom are you rooting for?" Theo asks.

Draco would rather not be a part of the conversation, but he gives Theo his famous Malfoy smirk. "I not rooting for either team. I agree the Falcons have it in the bank. Woods is a good beater but without Krum as their seeker they don't have a chance. Now the Ravens they have a better shot at the cup, did you see the Mason Chatman caught the snitch in less than it took Levi Odem to score a goal."

Both boys scowl at him for that comment. Everyone and their mother knows that the Ravens are Draco's favorite Quidditch team. Draco believes no other team is better than the Ravens. Blaise and Theo certainly did not agree they are about to debate Draco's claim when Daphne another female of the group speak up.

"So Draco, have you thought any more about who could be your mate?" It was not a secret among his friends that he is a Veela, granted they were all sworn to secret that they cannot reveal it to anyone outside of their group.

Draco shrugs his shoulders, "I have thought about it. It's just going to be very hard to figure out who it could be."

"Do you think it is someone who attends Hogwarts?" Question Daphne. That has been Draco's biggest issue. Is his mate a student at Hogwarts? Will they money and power hungry? Or some weak and sniveling fool? Draco hopes fate will not be so cruel to him and pair him with someone he will constantly have to protect because they cannot protect themselves. Draco knows his mate will be a submissive, but he wants them to be strong and able to take care of themselves and any kits they will have. Draco wants an equal partner for his mate.

"They might be," Draco answers. "But who knows."

Thank Merlin for small favors Theo changed the subject just before Pansy could ask a question no doubt about his mate. "Did anyone hear any juicy gossip about Potter this summer?" Draco lips pull back in a smirk leave it to Theo to ask a question about Potter. Draco has a feeling that Theo has a slight crush on Potter. "There have not been any news regarding Ha- I mean Potter."

Poor Theo thinks Draco. Theo is a couple inches shorter than Draco is with compact muscles. Theo is not a bad looking guy, but he is just not Potter's type. Wait! What how the hell do I know what Potters type is?

"Tracy told me she saw him at Gringotts with Longbottom about two weeks ago. If I remember his birthday was over the summer." Daphne declares to the group.

Gods I hope he got some clothes that fit?" Pansy adds in. "As anyone ever wonder why he is never seen during the summer?"

"I would figure the fact that a deranged man wants his head on a silver platter should answer that question," Theo says sarcastically shocking everyone in the compartment. Everyone turn to look at Theo as if he lost his head. No one defends Potter most importantly a Slytherin. After Theo's statement, Draco the subject to something more important Potter.

Before the train arrives at Hogsmeade Station, all of the students on the train changed into their robes. Realizing that he needed to use the loo, Harry excused himself from Luna and Neville. Making his way to the bathroom, he sees Ron and Hermione making their rounds. Quickly he slips into the restroom on the train before either one of them noticed him. As they pass by, he hears a little of their conversation.

"Did you see Potter on the train?" Probes Ron.

Ron and Hermione stop in front of the bathroom door. Hermione being the smarter out of the two quickly checks her surroundings to make sure that no one could hear their conversation.

"No, and I looked for the prat." Hermione answers. "How stupid can you be not to notice that we do not like you?" Ron shrugs his shoulders in response to her question. "I'm telling you, Ron, I will not put myself in danger on his behalf no matter what the Headmaster promises. I am through with all of his adventures."

"I feel you, Mione. He has no regards for the danger he drags us in. Every bloody year we have to listen to him bitch and moan about his relatives. Blah, blah, blah… Merlin, I don't know how much longer we can pretend to be his friend."

"We just have to stick it out until he gets rid of the Dark Lord and marry Ginny. After that, we can get rid of him." Hermione tells Ron. "Just a little longer. Then we can have the life we always dreamed of, you and me traveling the world all on Potters dime," She says sweetly.

"I hope it's not too long," Ron tells her as he steps into her personal space wrapping an arm around her tiny waist. "Do you think the Headmaster will let Ginny slip him any more of the potions?" Ron leans down placing gentle kisses on Hermione's cheeks. Hermione moves her head to the side allowing him to kiss her neck. She giggles when Ron's breath tickles her ear.

"I don't think so," Hermione says pulling away from his arms with a smile. "Maybe he has something different this year." She runs her hands down her robes straightening it. "Since the imperious spell doesn't work on him, he will have to find something stronger."

Ron smirks at Hermione's attempt to stop his roving hands from touching her while they talked. "Hopefully he hasn't figured out the ones that are already on him," For Ron, it seems each time they plot Potter's demise he gets aroused. He loves touching Hermione while her marvelous brain continues to work; he finds it erotic that she never gets distracted from their topic. She filled out wonderfully over the summer. Larger breast, a nicer bum and let's not talk about her shapely legs that Ron loves grabbing onto while he fucks her stupid when they are wrapped tightly around his waist.

"This is Harry we are talking about Ron," Hermione says pulling Ron from his erotic thoughts. "The idiot could not figure out a question even if the answer were given to him," She says folding her arms across her shapely breasts. "Come on let's try finishing our rounds before the train reaches the station." Hermione walks in front of Ron and even with her robes on his eyes zooms right to her bum.

They walk away from the bathroom door. With no idea that Harry heard the whole conversation. Harry stays in the restroom a little longer getting his thoughts together. Harry got over being hurt backstabbing gits. He is angry than hurt. Those fucking bastards have been drugging me with the help of the bloody Headmaster! Harry needed to find out what spells and potions they were using on him. He knows of one person he could go to, the only thing that bothered Harry is whether the man will listen and if he can truthfully trust him. The next thing is doing it without the old goat finding out.

Harry slowly opens the door; he peeks out the bathroom door to make sure it was clear and no other student was in the hall. Other than Ron and Hermione, Harry did was not in the mood to bump into Malfoy or one of his lackeys. Seeing no one loitering, Harry quickly makes his way back to his compartment with Luna and Neville. Luna and Neville were dressed already in their school robes when Harry returns to their compartment. Without wasting time, he pulls out his new robes and put them on in silence.

This year Hary forgoes the traditional school robes and orders ones that are much more stylish. He had Madame Malkin's design and made his school robes more form fitting to his slender figure. His new robes look like a long sleeveless overcoat with slits on both the sides and the back. His black leather pants sewn from dragonhide that fit him like a glove. His boots were also dragonhide. He puts on a pristine white button down shirt that is fitted and stretched over his lithe, muscular chest flawlessly. Harry decides to leave his shirt untucked and the top two buttons open. His Gryffindors tie is loosely tied hanging around his neck. He glamor his long hair, to reach his shoulder, pulling up the top half from his face with a green leather string, few strands hanging on both sides of his face. Over their vacation, Harry and Neville got their ear pierced. Harry has a dragon in both his ear, one with ruby red eyes the other with emerald green. To complete his look, Harry use black eyeliner and lines his eyelids. When his is complete, Luna says he resembles an avenging angel. Harry smiles at her assumption because this year he plans on having his revenge on all who betrayed him.

Harry walks into the great hall Harry and hears the whispers. He ignores them and makes his way over to the Gryffindor table. As he sits down, Harry hears a whisper in his ear. "Welcome home my Lord and Heir" surprised Harry looks to the person sitting beside him and notice that it is Neville who has the same stunned expression on his face. Hogwarts is happy to see them. He glanced at the head table and noted that the Headmaster is staring at him. Harry does not back down glares back at the old man but not long enough to give the Headmaster time to see in his mind. He refuses to waste his energy on the old coot tonight he has all year to get his revenge on the old fool. He moves his gaze over to the potion's master, for the first time he noticed that he was not looking at him with hate, but with concern. Could he be worried about me? Does he know about being my magical guardian?Nodding his head to the professor Harry turns and his eyes travels over the rest of the student body. He was not the only one to experience a magical life changing growth spurt.

Harry's eyes stop at the Slytherin table and finds one particular staring at him with his mouth hanging open. His name starts with a "T"I think. Teddy? No that's not it. Maybe Tanner.Nopethat name does not fit either. Theo that's it! Theo Nott that is his name. Harry thinks proudly. He is kind of cute, has all the characteristics of what I like in a guy. Tall, muscular. Feeling a bit brazen Harry licks his bottom lip then winks at the boy before he looks away, but not before he notices the cute blush on the other boys cheeks.

Harry continues to look around the room to see some of the students staring at him blushing and giggling behind their hands. Harry leans closer to Neville whispering in his ear, "you would think they have never seen me before?"

Chuckling at his brother, "I told you the new look would turn heads." Neville says.

Harry nods his head, "It will pass soon they will want to crucify me again."

"Maybe, but enjoy this while you can," Neville tells him

Before they could continue their silent conversation. Someone calls out his name. "Harry mate, is that you?" Harry and Neville look up to the voice to see Ron, Hermione and Ginny making their way over to the Gryffindor table.

Raising a pierced eyebrow, "who else could he be?" Neville drawls perfectly that would make even Lucius Malfoy proud.

"Wow! Harry, you look so hot," Ginny breathes as a blush staining her cheeks. She also had a strange gleam in her eyes that Harry did not like.

Harry told her thank you, and then turns back to Neville effectively letting them know he has nothing to say to them

"Harry, why couldn't we find you on the train? You know we were looking for you" Hermione says in that reprimanding tone that grates on Harry's nerves. Usually, Harry would ignore it because before he thought she did it out of care. But now that Harry knows exactly who she is he will not ignore her speaking to him as if he is an idiot child.

"You could not have looked hard enough," Harry snaps. "Considering that Neville, Luna and I was sitting comfortable in the last compartment." She opens her mouth to speak when he cuts her off. "You are not my mother, Hermione. I do not answer to you or anyone else." Then he smirks in her face, "I tell you what Hermione the next time I need to take a piss I will ask your permission. Will that be fine with you?"

"Harry, why are you talking like this?" Hermione asks ignoring his sarcastic attitude.

"Yeah, mate what with you? That was from Ron. Oh for bloody sakes there goes the fucking parrot.Harry thinks in response to Ron's "Yeah mate." Here is a news flash Ron, I am not your bloody mate!Harry mentally screams.

Harry did not want to play his hand too early in the year. But did not want these three backstabbers to be around him any longer. Fuck Dumbledore and fuck them! "No why don't you tell me?" He snaps again. "At the end of last year, neither one of you wanted anything to with me. You all ignored me as if I was plagued with dragon pox. So why the sudden change now?" When none of them answered his question, Harry growls at them. "That's what I thought, now run along and stay the fuck away from me," He turns his back completely ignoring them this time. Embarrassed and having nothing else to say the three sulks off with their heads down and sits at the far end of the Gryffindor table. None of the Gryffs commented on the turn of events, between Harry and his three friends. For the first time since Harry entered Hogwarts, the Gryffindor table is the quietest out of the four tables.

Across the hall, two Slytherin watches the interaction between the golden trios plus the Wesalett. The two Slytherins turn to look at each other; something is different between Potter and Longbottom. Potter has always had an arrogant attitude, but today he exudes arousal. Longbottom seemed to be showing more confidence and walks like a lion on the prowl looking for its mate. The two Slytherin could not wait to see what will happen the rest of the year will bring.

"What do you think that was all about?" Slytherin one asks.

"I know just as much as you do," Responds Slytherin number two. "I will say Potter knows how to add excitement to what would have been a boring night."

Both Slytherin chuckles then begin to eat their meal.

At the Head Table, the Headmaster watched the interaction between Harry and his friends with anger and disappointment. He might have a smile on his face and a twinkle in his blue eyes, but on the inside Albus Dumbledore is seething. How dare that impertinent brat disappear for the rest of the summer? Then walks in here as if nothing has happened and dressed like a wanton little slut. Live it up not you foolish child soon I will have you back under my thumb.With a Machiavellian smile, Dumbledore begins to make his plan. I will paly along and leavehimenjoy this moment, let down this new guard and confidence he seems to have. Then I will strike like a cunning and deadly snake at the right moment when he least expects it.

Across from the Headmaster Severus Snape is worried. Two weeks ago he and Remus got official letters from a Gringotts, bank manager. Severus and Remus could not believe that Harry was theirs. The shame Severus felt for all the time he spent hating Harry and blaming him for Lily's death when she trusted him with her child. James Potter, even Sirius Black, found him trustworthy to care for his son and godson. How could I have been so stupid and so utterly blind?Knowing what he now knows Severus's hatred and distrust for the Headmaster deepens. Severus realize now more than ever it saddens him that he made a deal with the devil.

When he went to Dumbledore begging the Headmaster to protect Lily he thought he made the right choice. Now he knows he did not. Severus made a lot of mistakes in the past, not tell Remus what he knew about Lily, James, and Harry. That was a promise he should not have made with Dumbledore. But at the time Severus thought he was making the correct decision by protecting the people he cared for by becoming a spy for the light side was never in his plans. But again Dumbledore alluded that if the public happens to discover Remus's furry little problem.

When Remus found out that Severus was spying for the light side, he was livid. When Remus learned about the deal he made with Dumbledore to protect him and Lily but placing himself in danger. Severus had never seen his mate so angry with him Remus accused him of not being able to protect himself. Their relationship suffered a bit. And Severus was not sure they would ever be the same. Remus was lost for a while, one of his best friend was dead and the other accused of causing his death and in the middle was a young child he thought of as his cub was gone not leaving a trace.

Severus looks at the child, no young man who he does not know but wants to know. He and Remus talked about it in detail and Severus agrees that they should try and talk to Harry. Severus wonders if Harry will forgive him for the way he's treated him over the years. He looks back at the Headmaster sitting at the head of the table, and the expression Severus see's on the other man's face worries him even more. It is not often Severus Snape; spy extraordinaire worries about anything. But, the way the Headmaster is staring at his mate's godson an uneasy feeling settles deeply in the pit of his stomach.

"Lucius!" Voldemort yells from his seat in his throne room

"Yes, my Lord," Lucius Malfoy steps forwards and bows.

"Tell your son I want weekly reports on Potter, since his birthday I have not been able to see into his mind." Voldemort leans forward from his chair. "Do not fail me!"

"Yes, my Lord. I will inform Draco of your order." Quickly Lucius rise from his position and walks out of the throne room leaving Voldemort and the rest of his Death Eaters to do his bidding.

It is a month later since the students returned to Hogwarts when another change happened in Harry's life. Since their return, Harry has been restless during the day and experienced sleepless nights. Usually, Harry would be able to attribute not getting enough sleep on his visions from Voldemort. Bu since his birthday he has not seen or heard anything from Voldemort. Harry feels as if something is missing or rather someone to be exact.

He gets out of bed no use sleeping if he cannot and makes his way over to his trunk pulling out his invisible cloak. Harry wraps it around himself and quietly goes to the astronomy tower. Maybe staring at the stars will help. Harry takes off his cloak, feeling safe he drops his glamor. Harry's hair lengths down to his ankle it's grown a bit more since his inheritance. Harry was not wearing a shirt, and his wings unfold from his back and fans out. Harry takes deep cleansing breaths. He feels free for the first time in a month. He looks up at the stars trying to name them all and is so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not hear when another person walks into the tower.

Draco could not sleep. His dreams plagued visions of his mate. Draco remembers his father telling him that until he finds his chosen cone. He will get snippets of his what his mate might look like such as their wings or their fingers but never their face. Tonight he had a vision of a series of colors silver, green and black. Draco gets out of bed and puts on his dressing gown. He quietly walks out of the Slytherin dorm purposely avoiding Mrs. Norris Draco decides to go to the astronomy tower. Maybe counting the stars will help my mind to settle.

Draco walks through the door and stops in his tracks, and that is when he saw them. Standing at the far end of the tower is his mate. His mate stood in the darker side of the tower. Draco cannot see his mates face, but he recognize the wings. They are the wings from his visions, and they are beautiful up close. Draco s confident that his mate is a male, he came to that conclusion weeks ago and refused to think otherwise. Quietly Draco steps closer and reaches out to touch the wings, but stops short. Feelings of joy and lust run through Draco at seeing the other half of his soul standing in front of him. He studies his mate, the other man his shorter than he is.

Draco wants to see who his mate is, wants to touch his sweet face, but another desire takes him over. In an instant, Draco grabs his mate by the shoulder and turns him around without looking at his face he claims their lips in a sweet but demanding kiss. Draco moans in their kiss tasting his long awaited mate for the first time. It is a taste he will crave for the rest of his life. Soft, tender lips open with gasps and Draco sweeps in and deepens the kiss. Draco pulls the delicate body into his arms and realizes his mate his shirtless. And Merlin he fits perfectly for and against me, he was made to be in my arms. I don't want to let him go. Arms circled around his neck, and Draco slowly reaches down and grabs on the muscled globes enjoying how they feel in his hands.

Harry is being kissed within an inch of his life. Whoever is kissing me knows what they are doing.Harry's brain is short circuiting his body is on fire. Arms circle around his naked waist and pulls him close to their body, and he feels safe being in their arms. He reach his arms up and puts it around their neck pulling their head down and deepens the kiss. Harry moan and opens his mouth when the person kissing him sweeps his tongue and deepens their kiss even more

The kiss seems to go on forever, and Draco did not mind. He is kissing and holding his mate in his arms. Draco pulls his mate closer confirming his thoughts that this delectable body does indeed belong to a man. Reluctantly their kiss ends with the need to breath, Draco pulls back hoping to finally see who his mate is. He tried to clear the clouds from his eyes but was pulled into another smoky kiss. Before Draco could enjoy the taste of those sweet, soft and delectable lips they were gone. He opens his eyes expecting to see his beautiful mate standing before him, but he realizes he is alone, his mate is gone. Draco turns around and heads for the door hoping to see his mate. But when he gets to there he see no sign of the other man. He could not have gotten far. Draco was disappointed that he never got the chance to see who his mate was. All he saw and felt were their wings and hair. Draco licks his lips tasting the remnants of his mates sweet lips. Draco looks down at his pajama pants and notices for the first time he has a noticeable erection. He smiles at the thought that his mate already as a hold on him and he has no clue what the other boy looks like. Draco adjusts his erection making sure his dressing gown is fully closed. Draco could not take the smile off his face, he found his mate. He begins to make his way back to the Slytherin dorm with a pep in his step. The chase is on my little submissive, I will let you run for a little longer but when I catch you, I promise I am never letting you go. On his way back to his dorm, Draco whistles loudly not caring if he is caught by a professor or Ms. Norris nothing can take away his high from being with his mate.

Harry is freaking out. Holy shit, Draco Malfoy kissed me. Draco Malfoy is my MATE. Fuck. My. Life!