Serenity

by xStrawberryJams

Harry's mostly normal life was flipped upside down when, on the morning of his 17th birthday, he woke up with the wings of a fairy, and a carpet of moss covering the floor of his room. Strange, but not the oddest thing to wake up to. Thrust unexpectedly into a world of humanoid beings he knew next to nothing about, he struggles to come to terms with his new identity.HPxTMRxDMxBZxOC

1. Chapter 1

31st July 1997- Harry's Birthday

Harry grunted tiredly in annoyance as sunlight crept through his curtains to shine on his face, waking him up mercilessly from his comfortable slumber. He cracked open his eyes reluctantly, only to squint at the sudden burst of bright colour that greeted him. God, he hated mornings.

With a huff, which drew his attention to the odd smell in the air- was that dirt?- Harry rolled himself out of bed to crouch on the ground for a few seconds. Attempting to rid himself of grogginess, he shook his head vigorously, only succeeding in dizzying himself with the harsh movement, which made him blink languidly at the floor. Said floor was, unexpectedly, covered with a bright green moss and the odd sprouting flower, almost looking like an unnaturally coloured and textured carpet. The sight was enough for the haze of sleep to dissipate as Harry stared down at it in what was mainly horror- although he could also sense the feeling of hilarity at the situation bubble up inside of him.

Harry snorted, and blinked a few times, before standing up with a groan, stretching out his cramped muscles, yawning. "Mum! Peony's turned my room into a moss bed again!" He called out, brushing a sprouting buttercup with his foot.

From downstairs, Harry could hear her surprised and exasperated exclamation. "Again?! Oh, for Merlin's- Dylan, please put that down! Peony, darling-"

"I didn't do it! Harry's lying~!" His youngest sister instantly rebutted with a long, loud, drawn-out whinge that made his brain itch.

"Sweetie, it's accidental magic. I know it wasn't intentional, I just want to know what made you so upset-"

"I didn't do it!"

The quiet of the morning, at least from his perspective, was shattered instantly by his sister's unrepentant screech that caused him to wince in sympathy for those nearer to her. Harry could barely hear his mother's attempt to pacify Peony, but after a little while, she quietened down. He listened as his mum clambered up the stairs a few seconds later, probably to come and help him vanish the stuff.

"I'm so sorry, Harry, I know it's your birthday but you know she can't control it-" His mum stopped dead in the doorway, staring at him with a slack jaw and wide eyes. He raised an eyebrow at her, questioning. "James! James, come here! Quickly!" She stumbled closer, arms raising but hesitating before she could touch him. There was a thud from downstairs, followed by giggles from his siblings at what was probably his father falling face-first up the stairs in his rush to climb them.

"Yes, my darling Lily flower? Sweet, beautiful, love of my life. What can this handsome husband do for you-" His father cut off as he walked through the door, laying his eyes on his son. "Holy fuck."

Lily was quick to admonish him, despite her eyes never leaving the changed form of her son. "James, language!"

"Lily, my love, our son has wings! I think the situation calls for a bit of leniency for my use of language."

"Excuse me, I have what?" Harry looked at his father with a disbelieving expression, desperately wishing what he'd just heard not to be true.

"A pretty pair of wings, most exquisite, truly, I implore your fabulous taste, and my genes, of course-"

Harry ran to the bathroom, skidding to a halt before the mirror and, lo and behold, on his back sat a pair of clear, iridescent wings twinkling tauntingly back at him.

"What the fuck!" It was the only thing that came to his mind as he observed himself, tilting his body side to side to watch how the light bounced off of them.

"Harry James Potter!"

"I have wings, mum!" His voice took on a squeaky pitch as he turned from side to side, examining the changes to his body. He seemed to have grown slightly taller, about an inch or so. His shoulders also seemed to have shrunk, the curves of his body more defined, giving him an almost dainty figure. On closer inspection, Harry's ears and teeth seemed to have grown pointier, as was confirmed as his tongue split when he ran it over his new fangs. His body also shone slightly with a strange luminescence, almost invisible to the eye. "And... a lot else has changed, as well."

"Yes, and you also have a gaggle of impressionable younger siblings eager to repeat every single word you utter because they idolise their big brother."

"Well, at least we know now why you've been such a disappointment and never brought a person home, I thought for a minute there that we'd have to start thinking about passing the heirship on to Dylan."

"James Fleamont-"

"A Creature! I don't think we've had one of those pop up in the main line for a while. None in the past few centuries, that's for sure." His father interrupted, beaming widely at Harry, who deadpanned at him.

"A Creature? Really?" Harry scrunched his brows. "I thought that you weren't a carrier for the creature blood in your family, dad?" James opened his mouth to respond, but closed it right after, looking confused.

"You're right, I'm not. Since dad wasn't one either. Lily?" He looked consideringly towards his wife, eyeing her in a renewed light.

"I'm a Muggleborn, James." His mother looked at his father as if he was a bit slow, causing James to smile wickedly at her. It was smug, one that only appeared on his face when he knew he was correct.

"Yes, but Muggleborns descend from the squibs who were kicked out of wizarding families into the Muggle world. It must have come from your line since it couldn't have come from mine." His mum looked faint, his father gleeful. "It looks like it's finally time to dive into that elusive family tree of yours, my darling. I, for one, have always been excited to know which line you descend from."

"I- James-" Lily's face crumpled, and her husband rushed to placate her. She brushed him off, looking up into his eyes, her expression deadly serious. "Just, not today, please. It's Harry's seventeenth birthday, our boy is officially an adult now, and that's something that deserves our undivided attention. My family tree isn't going to go anywhere in the meanwhile."

James searched her eyes intently before sighing. "Okay, yeah, you're right. This day is for celebration, not one to spend with those stuffy goblins! Which reminds me, Happy Birthday, Harry. Sirius and Remus should be 'round later, and Draco popped in earlier this morning with a package."

Harry's eyes widened. "Draco was here?" He received a nod. "Why didn't you wake me up!"

"Because he seemed to be in a rush, the poor boy's being run ragged by his father ever since he became of age, there's no doubt in my mind that even coming here to personally deliver your present was a struggle for him to fit into his schedule. Now, get downstairs, I bet that in the time we've been up here, your siblings have already ransacked downstairs and terrorised Missy."

Harry grinned at the amusing picture that was painted in his head, knowing full well that their family's house-elf was as strong-spirited as anything. It was hardly likely that they had actually frightened her in any way.

He was corrected in his assumption as he walked into the living room, looking down upon his nearly three-year-old younger and only brother bashing together saucepans as his youngest sister, the six-year-old Peony, encouraged him.

"What are you two doing?" He asked them incredulously, barely heard over the din. The pair looked towards him, eyes lighting up as they landed on his figure.

"Making songs. Do you like?" That was Dylan. His sweet little brother had been born at the start of his fourth year and was a welcome addition to their growing family. Already burdened with three younger sisters, Harry had been delighted to finally have a younger brother.

With his perfect, cherub-like blond curls inherited from his maternal grandmother and bright green eyes from his mother, he looked angelic compared to the rest of them, with their infamous Potter hair.

"Ah, big brother has pretty fairy wings!" And that was Peony, a spitting image of his father with black hair and dark brown eyes. 'A true Potter', his father would always crow while swinging her about. He used to do that with him before he became too big to be manhandled like that. Now, his father instead grabs him in a headlock and ruffles his hair with ruthless ferocity.

She raced over to him, clamouring to be picked up so that she could touch his wings. Harry sorely regretted indulging her when she grabbed a chunk of them in her hand, scrunching it. He shouted out in pain, which startled her into letting go as he placed her quickly on the floor.

James and Lily came rushing into the room, and Peony burst into hysterics and rushed to her father's arms. "Harry shouted at me!"

"I didn't shout at her, I shouted in pain when she decided it would be a good idea to scrunch up my wings." He winced, smoothing down the painful area. "Peony, you are old enough to understand now that doing something like that would hurt."

"No! I'm little!"

"Peony-"

"No, no, no, no, no! Shut up!"

James huffed out a breath, picking her up despite her struggling. "Peony, we don't lie, and we certainly don't tell someone to shut up." The door closed, leaving them in the living room.

Harry looked around at the mess the room had become, eyes narrowing. "Where are Liana and Daisy? Surely they wouldn't miss their big brother's birthday?"

"Both are still asleep. Merlin knows how they haven't woken up yet from all the racket."

"I did. I just decided to stay out of the warzone until it was safe. Happy birthday, Harry." Liana walked past him, poking at one of his wings in curiosity on her way to the kettle. "God, I need a coffee. It's criminal to be up this early." She loudly banged multiple cups onto the counter, placing tea bags in most, whilst one held coffee.

"It's half eight, Lia. You'll have to start getting used to waking up this early again soon. Classes at Hogwarts start at nine."

"Why do they have to start so early?! Surely they could start at ten. I'd be more likely to actually listen in the first lesson if that was the case."

"I was up at six in the morning daily when I attended Hogwarts, so that I was awake and prepared for the first lesson-"

"Yes, mother, we all know that you had to wake up with the stars, lest the horrible teachers would punish you so!"

" They did not-"

"And don't forget the compulsory morning swim with the mers in the black lake to promote inter-house friendship, of course." Harry chimed in, a grin on his face.

"That was-"

"Ah, I loved those morning swims, so refreshing!" A new voice cut through whatever his mother was about to say. Harry turned his head so quickly, that it took a moment for his vision to settle, but he could recognise that voice anywhere.

"Sirius!" At his exuberant call, his father came rushing back into the room, grinning widely when he laid eyes on his two closest friends.

"Prongslet! Congratulations, you've made it to adulthood! Mind, I had my doubts, your father is James after all, but he's proved to be somewhat of a responsible adult. I feel slightly disappointed in him. Never mind, he has another son."

"Thank you for your words of encouragement Sirius, I'm sure Regulus would adore knowing that you've predicted his godsons' death."

"Oh no, he'd slit my throat for even entertaining a thought of his precious boy dying." Sirius chuckled merrily, ignoring Remus' glare from beside him. "Here, Harry, happy birthday!" He handed him a medium-sized box before slumping into the sofa and grabbing Dylan from his place on the floor. "Dylan, little man, how's it going?" His little brother stared uncomprehendingly at Sirius for a few seconds before bursting into giggles, warbling a muffled "Siri" into the man's shoulder as he lunged in for a hug. "Merlin, I love this kid. Why don't I get this kind of welcome from everyone? Even my own godson has yet to hug me!" He stared at Harry with mirth in his eyes, but there was also a smattering of worry as he gazed at the wings attached to his back, trying to pretend he hadn't noticed them.

"Because you're a morning person. I'd like you more if you'd just shut up once in a while." Lia called from the kitchen, cackling madly when Sirius let out a dramatic gasp.

"James! Control your daughter." His only response was a similar cackle.

"There's nothing wrong with what she said." Remus sat down next to Sirius, stroking his hand gently over Dylan's curls as if scared that any more pressure would break the young child.

"Ugh, gang up on me, why don't you?"

Harry switched the subject, a thought having been weighing heavily on his mind for the past few days. "How is Dora, Remus? I heard that something exciting has happened recently."

"Dora is fine, she's... brilliant."

"Hm, what happened?"

Remus looked at him hesitantly. "She recently informed me that she is... pregnant. Nearly four weeks along already. It's a bit early to be announcing it like this-"

"Pregnant? You're... You're going to be a father!" Harry lunged at him, knocking the breath out of the man, who grunted.

"Yeah, I'm going to be a father." He grinned wryly, but Harry could see the war going on behind his eyes.

"What's wrong, Remus? Aren't you happy?"

"I am- It's just-" He sighed. "I'm afraid that the child will come out like me."

"Ah, come on, Moony, you're quite the handsome fella, not as much as me though, but you've still got appeal. I'm sure the child will come out looking fine, no matter which parent they take after."

"No, Sirius, I mean... what if it's a werewolf, or partly one? What if they are affected by me being a werewolf? I couldn't live with myself knowing that I'd caused an innocent child, my own child, to live with this terrible curse. I'd rather it be aborted than chance it." There was a long, drawn-out silence before it was broken by a feminine voice.

"Does Auntie Dora want the baby?" Harry looked up to spy his final sister, Daisy, in the doorway

"Yes, she's adamant about keeping it. Merlin knows why."

"Because as much as it is your baby, it is hers as well. She has a choice in the matter. As much, if not more than you do, since it's in her body."

"Daisy-" Lily tried to interrupt her, but a glance was all that was needed for her to stop.

"Go and talk to her about it, listen to her reasons as to why she would be willing to risk the child being a werewolf, and you might find yourself persuaded. Go on, go. Harry has the whole day left for his birthday. You can come back later, with Auntie Dora this time." She shooed a reluctant Remus into the floo with a harsh scowl, much to the amusement of the audience. "Stupid godfathers."

"Daisy, that was uncalled for. You know that Remus struggles with his condition. It is a relevant worry to have." Her mother chided, face full of disapproval. The girl folded her arms, staring defiantly back.

"It was not uncalled for. It was necessary. You can't just leave him to it, or otherwise, that is also leaving Dora is a stressful situation."

"Daisy-"

"Mum, it is Harry's birthday, leave it. Happy birthday Harry, here's your present."

"Thanks." He smiled, taking the package. Inside was a book about the structure of Runes, something he had been wanting for a while but had never remembered to buy when he was in Diagon.

"Tea." Lia placed the drink down with a thud, collapsing down on the settee. Harry looked up from the book, reaching for it.

"Where's mine?" His father whined, pouting slightly as he watched Harry gulp down the hot tea.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise I was your maid. Go make it yourself, the kettle's boiled, so it shouldn't take too long." She sipped mockingly, giving her father a big grin from behind the rim of the cup.

Their father gave a dramatic groan, sinking further into the sofa. "And this is why I wanted to stop at Harry."

His mum snorted, looking over at him mockingly. "You should have thought about that before you-"

"Shut up! We don't need to know!" Lia shouted, putting down her cup to cover her ears, much to her family's amusement.

Daisy turned to their parents with a pointed look at Harry's wings, which Sirius was also still staring at. "So, like, do we get to know why Harry has wings?"

His parents hesitated slightly, but Harry merely shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Creature Inheritance. Not sure what, although I'm guessing it's some sort of Faerie creature."

"Ah, cool."

"Woah, that's awesome! Do you think any of us will also come into an inheritance when we turn seventeen?"

"We'll just have to wait and see. Let's get Harry through his first before we start thinking about that, though." Their mum responded calmly.

"Yeah, but me and Dais only have under three years and six for her to go until we find out. Peony's fine since she has eleven, and I don't even want to think of Dylan being seventeen, he's barely out of nappies!"

"You're both barely out of nappies to me! There's no arguing, we aren't going to think about this seriously until you are nearer the age. Keep it in the back of your minds, however." The pair hummed in acknowledgement of her serious words.

"Whatever you say, mum. Though, how cool would it be if we were all creatures!?"

Harry smiled indulgently at them as they gushed over the changes he's had, shifting him about to examine his wings and ears. He wasn't all that sure what to think of his unexpected inheritance, but it had happened, so he was just going to have to deal with it as he usually did- heading straight into the deep end.

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3 PM

After a morning full of unwrapping presents and writing out thank you letters for the senders, all Harry wanted to do was sit back and relax. But with his two youngest siblings still frolicking around in the masses of wrapping paper and still unopened presents, he knew peace would be a long time coming.

As if hearing his dreary thoughts, out of the floo tumbled Ron, who practically swaggered up to him, hair in disarray. He was grinning widely, although it faltered minutely at the sight of him.

"Happy birthday, mate! How's it feel to finally be an adult?" He opened his arms, bringing Harry into a hug, avoiding crushing the wings on his back.

"The same as yesterday, except I've obtained a pair of wings overnight."

"Ah, I was about to ask about that. Younger siblings' accidental magic?"

"Unexpected Creature inheritance."

His eyebrows raised. "That...would do it. What are you, some kinda Fairy? No offence, mate, but you look a bit like one."

Harry smiled, probably showing a bit too many of his newly pointed teeth if the way Ron shivered was anything to go by. "Thanks, Ron. And you look like a washed-out leprechaun. Why didn't you tell me that you'd also had a Creature inheritance?"

"Oh, piss off! Still, it's pretty cool, yeah? Being a Creature." Harry hummed, seeing the way Ron's eyes flashed briefly with jealousy. "Where'd it come from?"

"My mum's side, we think."

"Really? I would've thought it'd be your dad's."

"Nah, Dad isn't a carrier for the creature gene, so he couldn't pass it down to us. I think the last carrier was my great-grandfather, Henry, but Grandfather didn't inherit it."

"What even was the Potters' Creature Ancestor?"

"Some subspecies of Veela, I'm pretty sure." The pair made their way to the sofa's, sitting down in the midst of wrapping paper and trinkets that he had opened throughout the day so far. Peony and Dylan were now rolling in the piles, giggling away and nearly crushing some of the presents, stopped by his mum swooping in and gathering them in her arms.

She placed them onto the nearby coffee table, reading the labels. One made her eyes twinkle, and with a sly smile, she picked it up. "Here's Draco's present, Harry." His mum passed him the parcel wrapped in silver and green paper, a nod towards the man's Hogwarts house.

"I'm surprised that Malfoy ain't here. He's always here." Ron mused, eyeing the present as if it would come alive and bite him.

"You and me both. Apparently, his father's driving him into the ground with work ever since he turned seventeen." Harry sighed dejectedly, turning the perfectly wrapped parcel in his hands.

"I never thought I'd say this, but I pity the poncy git." Ron grimaced as if the words were poison in his mouth. He hummed noncommittally in response, untying the silver bow from the gift, and carefully unwrapping it.

What tumbled out was a beautiful bracelet that looked as though it was two pure gold feathers moulded together, intricately styled and detailed. Harry held it as if it was a priceless artefact, and it was, to him.

"Woah! What a typical Malfoy gift to give, eh mate."

"Oh, what a beautiful bracelet!" His mother stared over his shoulder with a cunning smile. "He must think highly of you to give you such a thing."

Harry scoffed. "Of course he does, we've been best friends for years, Mum. If he didn't, I'd have punched him a long time ago, the insufferable twat." Still, he carefully cradled the bracelet within his hands, shooting a glare behind when Lily let out a soft snort.

"Of course, love."

---

After all their guests had left after a lavish celebratory dinner, his mother and father spent a while hunched over the table, with Harry anxiously hovering over their shoulders. They were deliberating what they should and shouldn't include in the letter that was going to be sent to the Creature Council, the governing body of the creatures, to inform them of his inheritance. Eventually, they finished it after a couple of hours or so, seven rewrites later.

To: The Creature Council

Main Council Hall

The Land of The Fair Folk

Our son, Harry James Potter, has recently come into a Creature Inheritance of some sort, and we are very underprepared to deal with the unexpected situation we find ourselves in. We understood that we must inform you of our son's inheritance, but beyond that, we are unknowing. If you could send some guidance our way, it would be greatly appreciated.

We have freed up the first and second of August for this very reason, so that would be the most convenient timing for us. We invite you into our home on these days, if you accept.

Yours Sincerely,

Lord and Lady Potter of The Ancient and Noble House of Potter

In the evening, a fiery-looking creature swooped in through the window, startling his parents to spring up, wands drawn. The phoenix dropped the letter it had carried in its beak, gave them each an assessing look, and then flew back out of the window in a flurry of red and golden feathers.

To: Lord and Lady Potter

Potter Manor

Norfolk

We send our congratulations to you, your family and your son for his recent Creature Inheritance. It is an honour to welcome him into our world, as the number of Creature Inheritances has been dwindling these past years as birth rates decline in both Creature and wizarding families.

We graciously accept your invitation for the first of August and will send your way one of our consultants, who is very knowledgeable about our world, to assist you in understanding this situation that you have so suddenly found yourselves in more clearly.

The first task that they will perform is to ascertain what species of Creature your son is, to better aid you and supply you with the most relevant information possible. Then, they will determine whether your son is a submissive or a dominant, as the courses each of these classifications take into our world differ from one another. If your son is recognised as a submissive, your consultant will be in contact with us immediately, and explain the situation to you as best as possible. If he is a dominant, then our consultant will inform them of their role in our community.

We wish you the best, and formerly welcome you to take part in our society.

Sincerely,

Elion Luwynn, member of The Creature Council

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1st August

Late in the morning of the first of August, the doorbell chimed, announcing the arrival of the visitor they had been expecting. Lily began to rush around, tidying up bits and pieces, and moving around others, all to relieve the stress she was feeling. James grabbed her by the arm as she reached for the flower vase a second time, and lead her out into the hallway, Harry trailing at their heels.

The door swung open, revealing the man behind it, who nodded his head in greeting. "Good afternoon to you all. I am Ludovico Vitali, the consultant sent by the council to help you and your family with your son's unexpected inheritance."

"It is lovely to meet to, I am James Potter and this is my lovely wife, Lily."

"Lord Potter, Lady Potter, thank you for inviting me today."

"And our eldest son, Harry."

The man took in his appearance for a few seconds, focusing especially on his wings and eyes, nodding to himself. He held out a hand. "Yes, It is a pleasure to meet you, Heir Potter"

Harry smiled, accepting the handshake. "The pleasure is all mine, Consultant Vitali."

The trio led their guest to the parlour, at Lily's insistence, settling down with all three Potters sitting on one of the sofas and the man on an armchair.

"Missy."

A small house-elf appeared in the room with a 'pop' into the room, peering up at Lily with adoring blue eyes, her hands hidden in the sleeves of her robe. "What can Missy be doing for Ma'am Lily?"

"Could you bring us in some drinks please, Missy?" She smiled down at the small creature, who beamed back eagerly.

"Yes, I's also be making some snacks to goes along with the drinks." The house Elf popped away, leaving Ludovico to stare at the spot where she once was.

"I had forgotten that most wizard folks employ house elves to help around the house."

"Yes, we only have just the one though, my personal one from childhood that wished to stay working here even when I offered her freedom. Lily likes to do things around the house herself you see, but the two of them have worked out a schedule that doesn't demean the other's work."

"With my kind, the Fae, the spirits of our land like to keep everything in order for us, so there is no need to employ any housekeepers. However, the wealthier and more influential families still choose to employ some to increase the number of jobs available."

"I'm sorry if this comes across as rude, but can the Fae keep their true appearances hidden?" Harry asked, eyeing the man's perfectly human features.

"Ah, so you noticed my lack of out-of-the-ordinary features? Yes, we can. Although, in our own world, it is uncommon for us to hide away the features that bring us the most pride. May I?"

Harry eagerly leaned forward. "Of course!"

Ludovico stood and shrugged off his dark robe. A second passed, and suddenly a pair of clear wings ripped through the back of his shirt, uncurling to their full length of what must be at least twenty feet. He let out a sigh, his wings fluttering in what Harry instinctively recognised as satisfaction. " That feels much better." He smiled at Harry, who had been staring at the wings with recognition in his eyes. " It seems you have figured out what you are." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

"I have. I'm a Fae, aren't I?"

"Yes, you are indeed a Fae. And with the creature you are ascertained, I now need to conclude whether you are submissive or dominant before we continue, it wouldn't do for me to give you information that isn't needed at this time. Would you mind standing up for me?" Harry did so, allowing the other Fae to circle him. "Spread out your wings as far as they'll go, please." It took a few attempts to unfurl them from where they were tucked close to his back, but eventually, they stretched out, a dazzling shine to them in the warm sunlight. They seemed small now that he compared them to the man's in front of him. "Yes, as I'd first thought. You, Harry Potter, are a Submissive Fae, quite the rare occurrence in Inheritances such as these. Lord Potter, may I be allowed to use your floo to contact the Council? They need to be informed of this right away. I will be back straight after with the necessary information for your family."

"Yes- Yes of course, right this way." Harry's father stood, leading the Fae to their floo.

When his dad and Ludovico had finally left the room, Harry collapsed back onto the sofa, his wings curling around him protectively. Lily, startled at his sudden drop, was by his side in an instant.

"Harry, darling-"

"A Submissive."

"Oh, Harry-"

"How am I a Submissive!? Why am I one!?" He shouted suddenly, stunning his mother into silence. He regretted it almost immediately as she shrunk back. "Mum-"

"You just are, sweetheart, and there's nothing anyone can do to change that fact." Lily's voice was strong despite how she looked, her green eyes that were so similar to his own staring back at him.

"Mum-"

"There's nothing wrong with being a Submissive darling. Submissives and Dominants aren't all that different to one another, or at least to my knowledge. You're just smaller, less inclined to violence, and more nurturing. Isn't that better than being more aggressive and territorial?"

"But Submissives can get pregnant, Mum!"

"Yes, I know they can. And we both know that isn't something you are worried about, since some males can also get pregnant without being a Creature. Tell me, what is it about being a Submissive that you don't like?"

He internally warred with himself for a few seconds, before blurting it out. "Because Submissive Creatures can't be with humans, and Draco's a human. If I was Dominant, it would be fine, but I'm a Submissive which means I'll forever want a Dominant mate, no matter if I'm happy with a human. It's not fair, I like Draco!"

Lily drew in a harsh, sympathetic breath at his gloomy tone. "Oh, Harry."

"That isn't true." A new voice cut into their conversation, and when they turned, they spotted Ludovico standing in the doorway, James peering over his shoulder. "Even if you were Dominant, you would still crave to be with another Creature. I am sorry that you cannot be with your human, but it is in your best interest to mate with another creature for your wellbeing." The tone wasn't harsh in any way, gentle and understanding, but Harry still flinched as if he'd been hit.

His first instinct was to deny it, but the man was a consultant, he knew more about Creatures than Harry probably would ever. His next was to continue ranting and raving about the injustices of being a Creature and being forced to be with another one, but there was nothing he could do about that. Instead, he spoke in a soft voice, pleading for the answer to be different. "Can I truly not be with Draco?"

"If he isn't a creature, then no, it would not be in the best interests of either of you. He would never be able to give you the children your creature desperately craves, and you will far outlive his lifespan, as we Fae do not have the same concept of old age- leaving you to mourn him for the rest of your life. We have a time when we are considered an Elder or Ancient, but never do we die because of that age."

"What?"

"We cannot die unless we are killed, it's why there are many Fae still living that are long past their tenth Millenium when our kinds ancient years begin."

The information startled him out of his misery. "Ten thousand years..." It was a longer time than he could perceivably imagine, stretching far beyond concept. And he was one of those Creatures who could live for that seemingly endless amount of time...

Ludovico, noticing that he was no longer as upset as before, cleared his throat. "Yes. Now, do you have any questions you would like to ask me? There is no need to think of everything, the Council has seen fit for me to pass along to you a few books from our library. They are all self-updating, so there shouldn't be any outdated information inside. I recommend that you read as many as possible before your mate meeting, starting with those at the top of the pile as a priority."

"Um, what's mate meeting?"

"A Mate meeting is a gathering of Dominants called upon by the Council when a Submissive comes into their inheritance, such is why I needed to inform them of your classification. This is where you will find your lifelong Dominant partner or partners. Do you perhaps have a date in mind for when this shall be? You shouldn't leave it too long, many Submissives start to go insane after a while with no Dominant mate to ground them, which is why time is of the essence."

"When is your closest date possible?"

"Mum-" Harry's head whipped round to stare at his mum, open-mouthed. Why was she trying to ship him off as soon as possible!?

"Insanity is a grave thing, Son. Do not try to tempt it, you know what has happened to Sirius' family because of it."

"The closest date would be the fourth of August."

"Mum, that's in three days, that's way too soon!"

"Mate meetings can take weeks, even months to finish, you almost certainly won't meet your potential mate on the first day, and even after that, you can take as long as you would like to announce your interest in them. And then there's the matter if your creature desires multiple mates, which can prolong the meetings even further."

"And you start your seventh year in only a month's time. Surely it is best to start as soon as possible, you wouldn't want it to go too far into your school time." Harry thought that through for a few seconds, brain whirling at the suddenness of the decision thrust upon him, before nodding his consent.

"Then I will inform the council of your decision so that they may begin to gather the Dominants. Have you another question?"

He hummed in thought, his fluttering iridescent wings catching his eye. "Do the colour of our wings mean anything?"

"Yes, they do, in fact. With Fae, wing colours run in the family. The Luwynn family, our royal family if you will, have brilliant golden wings shaped like a dragonfly's. Your wings, with their iridescence and rounded look, remind me of the Sermoira family's."

He looked to his mother, whose eyes had widened slightly. Had she heard of them before, the family who were probably the cause of his creature inheritance, and therefore her ancestors? "The Sermoira family?"

"They are a wealthy, noble family in our society. I am certain that you must be a descendant of one of their magical humans, or perhaps a squib that went into the muggle world. Another tell that you are their descendant is the shade of green your eyes are. Only the Fae in the Sermoira family possess that shade of Emerald green."

"So, it might really be me that gave you creature blood?" His mother looked timider than he'd ever seen her before, eyes downcast.

"It is without a doubt you who passed down the gene, Lady Potter. Although your eyes are not quite the same shade as a Fae of that lines would be, you still carry hints of that infamous green in yours, showing that you are a carrier of their bloodline."

Lily blew out a deep breath, her eyes wide and unseeing. James, seeing that his wife was struggling with the recent information, smiled genially at their guest, who looked back at him with understanding.

"Thank you greatly for your help, Consultant Vitali."

"It is a pleasure to educate new Creatures about our world, it was no chore for me, Lord Potter. I will be leaving the books here, if I may?"

"Yes, please do."

Ludo placed the pile on the centre table, eyeing Harry with a soft look. "If you have any questions, any at all, please contact the Council, they would be happy to cooperate."

"We will."

Harry took him to the floo, intending to see him off. Before he threw the floo powder in the fire, he turned to Harry with sparkling eyes. "I wish you well in your upcoming mate meeting. I hope that you will find Dominants there that meet all of your expectations." He smiled, before throwing in the powder and calling out something in a tongue so ancient it sent shivers down his spine, yet he understood what was said perfectly. " The Land of The Fair Folk, Council Atrium! "

Suddenly, the thought of diving straight into those books sounded very appealing to Harry.

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He settled down at his desk later that day, eyeing the towering pile of books next to him. The first book he picked up had a note attached to it, instructing him that it should be read before he started the others.

' Magical Inheritances: An overview of this spectacular phenomenon '

The book wasn't overly large, although he guessed that was because it only covered the topics within briefly, unlike some of the others laid out on the table that looked much more challenging and specialised. Especially the one that looked as if it was at least twice the size of the one he held.

Contents

Chapter 1: A Creature Inheritance and what it means for your future

Chapter 2: The Council Of Creatures

Chapter 3: Laws & Regulations- The countries of the world.

Chapter 4: The Creature Acts: 1247, 1519, 1723, 1811 and 1959

Chapter 5: Being or Beast?

Chapter 6: Veela

Chapter 7: Dragonborn

Chapter 8: Vampires

Chapter 9: Fae

Chapter 10: Boreads

Chapter 11: Minor Creatures

Chapter 12: Submissives and Dominants

Chapter 13: Meetings, Mateships & Children

Chapter 14: Founding Families: The Rules of the Creature world.

Chapter 1: A Creature Inheritance and what it means for your future

A Creature inheritance is what occurs when you come of age and manifest your latent creature attributes that have been undetectable to anyone since your first few hours of life. The origins of this occurrence are unknown, lost to time, but investigations strongly suggest that you must either have a creature parent to be one, or one of your parents carries the creature gene. Not every child born to a creature bloodline will be a creature, or even a carrier, as creature blood is particular with who it manifests in.

A child who will present as a creature contains the latent ability to become one from conception, however, they don't show these attributes until they are of age- unless they are from a Creature parent, in some species' cases.

Creatures not born to a Creature, but do have creature blood in their line, will come into an inheritance at seventeen and will not exhibit major signs of their ancestry until then. This is even the case with creatures born to creature parents, such as Dragonborn, Veela and Boreads. On the other hand, Fae and Vampire children born to creature parents would have shown creature attributes earlier on in their lives, such as their fangs growing in, and their delayed physical development.

It was simple enough to understand- and after reading the rest of the chapter that went further into detail about creature inheritances, he figured he could even give Hermione a run for her money about this particular topic.

If he didn't allow her to dive into researching it beforehand, anyways.

A creature inheritance is both a curse and a blessing for you, to sum it all up. It will allow you a greater range of jobs than if you had only been a wizard, but also subjects you to a lot of prejudice from non-creatures.

Harry nodded to himself. Everything that had been said made perfect sense to him. Even he knew about the rampant prejudice creatures faced from the public, he only had to look at how they treated his Uncle Remus to realise this.

Chapter 2: The Council of Creatures

The Council of Creatures is the second highest authority in the Creature world, consisting of representatives from some of the different species under their jurisdiction, and only ranks below the royal families of each major species in the Creature Hierarchy.

The Council, however, only presides over those creatures that are deemed humanoid enough, such as Dragonborn, Veela and Fae. Centaurs are not on the list of Creatures under their jurisdiction because they refused to join a council that includes vampires as equals, despite their clearly humanoid characteristics.

The current council members consist of three Fae, two Boreads, three Vampires, two Veela, two Dragonborn, one Elf, one Dryad, one Nymph, one Banshee and one Mer. Each of these creatures is very respected in the Creature world, having all made life for their kind better in some way or another.

The rest of the chapter was the author introducing each of the council members, ending with the leader of the council.

Nylian Luwynn- One of the many sons of the rulers of the Fair Folk, he is a majorly respected creature in our world, being over seven thousand years old, and a significant figure in the 'Creature Rights Campaign' that gave Creatures back their 'Being' status in 1811 after it was so ruthlessly and unlawfully taken away from them in the early 1500s.

Harry had choked at that startling piece of information. Seven thousand was a lot of years, and this man had parents that were still alive? He could still hardly believe what the chaperone had said, that there were Fae alive that were past their tenth Millenium. Past it.

His hand itched to turn straight to the Fae section, the iridescent wings on his back shining tauntingly at him as they fluttered minutely. But, he resisted. Ludovico had told him that the information was important to know, and it was in his best interests to listen to the man for now.

Chapter 3: Laws & Regulations- The countries of the world

[Note: Not all countries are listed here, and neither is every law about every creature, as this is only a brief summary of the laws. Please see the book 'Laws and Regulations of The Wizarding World: Creature Edition' for more in-depth information]

Harry skipped through the countries that he thought he had no need for the time being, focusing on those that he would likely visit in the nearer future or that directly impacted him.

Australia:

Creatures of all species are welcomed by the Magical Australian Government, but they are commonly subjected to prejudice by the public, especially Vampires and Dragonborn.

'Creatures must register that they are a creature upon arrival in the country.'- Page 113 in 'The Laws of our Magical Nation'

Britain:

Legally, all manner of creatures can live in Britain without being prosecuted. However, those with notoriously dark backgrounds are shunned and unfairly judged in both the ministry and the public eye.

Dragonborns are highly regulated by the ministry because there being people related to the fearsome XXXXX class beast is not an ideal situation. Vampires, also, face public scrutiny due to their close resemblance to the more common species of Vampire, those who are turned and not born.

In more recent years, the laws surrounding many creatures have become laxer, many restrictions being eased and others abolished for going against various laws of morality.

Harry let himself breathe a sigh of relief. He had been worried that his Creature inheritance would change how he lived, but it seemed as though he could carry on with life as normal, albeit with more prejudice than he was used to.

Egypt:

Egypt's ministry accepts all creatures, without regulations on them as they see Creatures as higher beings. Some even see them as demigods.

France:

France does not accept Vampires. Any attempt to integrate into French society will result in immediate expulsion from the country.

Dragonborn are heavily regulated, due to their relatives, the dragons.

Greece:

Greece does not accept Vampires, not because they are notoriously dark, but because they are a society that holds centaurs in high regard, and Centaurs despise Vampires.

Italy:

Italy does not accept The Fair Folk to permanently reside in the country, because of their sly and deceptive nature, which has caused many of Italy's ancient households to fall into ruin. Although, they are allowed to remain in the country for several weeks at a time, before being expelled.

Spain:

Spain does not accept Dragonborns because of their closest relative, the dragons, danger level. Any Dragonborn revealed to be residing in Spain is to be expelled immediately.

United States:

Creatures would find life hard in the United States with MACUSA around since they would be heavily regulated and not allowed to do much of anything.

'Creatures are to register with MACUSA as soon as they enter the country, so that we may monitor them and keep our citizens safe from any acts of violence.'

Harry noted in his mind, with a little dismay, that he would not be going to the US any time soon.

Chapter 4: The Creature Acts: 1247, 1522, 1723, 1811 and 1959

The Act of 1247- " Creatures are a blessing to our lines. They allow our kind to evolve into stronger, more powerful beings that can protect our world from the dangers of the muggles that roam our lands..."- Charles Deverton, Chief Warlock of The Wizarding Council (1246-1258)

This Law came into effect in 1247, and for centuries onwards, Creatures of all kinds were treated as deities. Of course, this left them wholly unprepared for the next law, less than 300 years later.

The Act of 1522- " They have brought death and destruction to us! Those vile abominations drew the muggle's attention to our kind and are now slaughtering those we love in cold blood! They must be held responsible!"- Arnold Evergreen, Chief Warlock of The Wizarding Council (1516-1524)

With the witch trials on the rise, the magic folk of Britain looked for someone to blame as they didn't wish to admit that they were at fault for exposing themselves, so they placed it on those who they had previously revered, who had been expected to protect them from non-magical beings.

The pictures depicted gruesome scenes of creatures being burned at the stake, charred bodies strewn across the floor by their feet as people in pointed hats danced around them gleefully. It made him shiver in revulsion at the sight, knowing that many creatures alive today would have had to experience these scenes firsthand.

The Act of 1723- " Creatures, they are neither fully beast nor fully being, as we are. They may share our intelligence, our forms, but we will never allow them the same rights as our superior kind..."- Damocles Rowle, Minister of Magic (1718-1726)

Creatures were finally beginning to be seen as part human again, and not fully beast as they were presumed to be for a couple of centuries. But, it still took nearly a century before anyone admitted outright that they could be of equal standing to wizardkind.

The Act of 1811- " A being is any creature that has sufficient intelligence to understand the laws of the magical community and to bear part of the responsibility in shaping those laws..."- Grogan Stump (1811-1819)

With this law, creatures were, in the eyes of the ministry, equal to humans, finally seen as a being over a beast. It was a day to rejoice for creature kind, although the prejudice and hatred have never fully gone away.

However, with the most recent Act of 1959, proposed by Lord Thomas Slytherin, an influential Vampire in his own right, in which he stated: "Creatures and Wixen have the same common ancestor, with Creatures having not evolved away from that ancestor as much, and some Creatures were Wixen before they were Creatures. Therefore, why are Creatures discriminated against so much, when they belong in the magical world more so than many Wixen do?"- Creatures have become even further accepted in society. However, many Wixen still holds their prejudices, and it will be generations yet until true equality between our species is established.

Harry could attest to that fact, having seen in person how creatures were treated still, scowling when he remembered that whenever Remus would take a walk with him in any magical public space, he would have glares and whispered insults thrown his way.

Soon, when his own status as a Creature got out, would he, as an elusive Fae, be treated the same?

Chapter 5: Being or Beast?

As a previous Minister stated- A being is any creature that has sufficient intelligence to understand the laws of the magical community and to bear part of the responsibility in shaping those laws. Therefore, a creature is classified as a being, although many do get confused in some cases.

Dragonborns share characteristics with dragons, but they are considered beings because they have sufficient intelligence, while their counterparts lack it. Although, what really was the deciding factor was the fact that they can completely hide their dragon attributes, allowing themselves to look as a human would.

Many still class Vampires as mindless beasts who only crave violence and death, but that is not the case. Legally, Vampires are considered beings, a fact which centaurs despise. The lies that have spread across the wizarding world about them, however, means that they will never truly be a being in the eyes of those who believe in them. Those of this race, such as Thomas Slytherin, however, are rapidly changing public perception of the species through their exploits and achievements in society. Perhaps one day, Vampires will be observed as more Being than Beast by the majority.

The Fair Folk are a difficult one. They, as a species, have never been as involved with the wizarding world, preferring to stay within their own separate dimension, a place no human has ever taken foot in and returned. Therefore, it has been hard for the ministry to define them, as they are so secluded from each other that they really have no presence in the wizarding world except for a select few. However, eventually, they were still included in the class 'Beings' by the ministry, despite their otherwordly beauty and inhuman aura.

His eyebrows rose at that. 'Separate dimension? How is that even possible!?' To know that his kind lived in a whole different land was slightly frightening, because of the possibility he could be forced to move there and not see his parents again.

Veela are different from most Creature species. They, unlike most, prefer being in their human forms to their Veela ones, as they believe themselves to be 'unsightly' while transformed. This belief of theirs was a leading factor as to why they are classed as 'Beings' by the Ministry. As a species, they are the most widely accepted to be classed as 'Beings', which some attribute to their allure and ability to persuade.

Boreads are a species that not many know of. Originally from Greece, the species migrated to the UK for an unknown reason around two thousand years ago. Because they are so rarely heard about, the Ministry was reluctant to name them 'Beings', knowing that there wouldn't be such a loud outcry at their actions. However, with intervention from the other Creatures of the Council, Boreads were granted 'Being' status as well.

The upcoming chapters were specialised ones focused solely on a singular creature. Harry's eyes were straining already, used to so much reading in one sitting, but he was adamant about getting the book finished and another started today.

Chapter 6: Veela

Veela are semi-human magical beings; beautiful women with white-gold hair and skin that appears to shine moon-bright. When angry, Veela take on a less pleasant appearance; their faces elongate into sharp, cruel-beaked bird heads, and long scaly wings burst from their shoulders.

Life Cycle

Conception

Veela can be conceived in any circumstances, during heat or without it. It is not a necessity for them, as it is with some of the other Creatures

Veela can conceive without having a heat, although they still have them, just less regularly than most creatures.

Pregnancy

A Veela's pregnancy will be alike humans, but much more instinct-driven. They will feel an almost obsessive need to keep their unborn offspring safe, even from their own mates. The Veela will attempt to hide away when they are close to birth, convinced that someone will harm their children.

Veela are usually born singular unless the egg splits, which is a very rare occurrence.

A Veela is carried for thirty-eight weeks but can be viable from twenty-three weeks onwards.

Nesting

Veela's exhibit signs of nesting, but do not actually nest with their young, as they have grown vain of doing such a 'plebian' act. Instead, they will seek seclusion and attempt to give birth on their own but can be persuaded to allow their mates in to help.

Birth

Veela's give birth as humans do, to live young.

Veela's are born without any Veela attributes, only a smell that stays on them for a few hours after birth, so their parent can identify that they are one.

Early life

Veela's grow as humans do, without any accelerated or delayed physical and mental growth. Although, they are incomparably more beautiful than the average human baby.

Childhood

Veela's grow as humans do, although they will often show better flexibility than their peers.

Teenage years

A Veela will come into their inheritance at seventeen years of age, enhancing their already attractive features.

Adult life

Veela's grow as humans do, yet retain their more youthful features for a longer period of time.

Elderly years

When a Veela grows to be around four hundred, they enter their elderly years. This is when they will begin to show the signs of their true age, hair greying and skin wrinkling.

This is also the time when a Veela will no longer have the ability to procreate, infertility occurring when they are around three hundred and fifty to three hundred and seventy years old.

Death

Most Veela live to around four hundred and fifty years of age. The oldest Veela lived to seven hundred and twenty-seven years of age before dying in a quidditch-related incident.

Veela do not have a special species-based tradition with how they bury their dead, instead, they go by their own families' traditions.

Additional

Most of the time, Veela will be born female. Male Veela are extremely rare, so rare in fact that many sources say that they don't exist at all.

Veela see themselves as too 'human' to participate in many Creature gatherings, such as mate meetings, so it is rare to see a Veela at one. They often do, however, make an appearance at the Spring gathering.

With a human, the children born from the coupling will be half Veela if they carry the gene. Veela blood acts oddly when introduced to human blood, mixing with it instead of dominating it. With another creature, they can be born fully Veela.

Harry hadn't known that there was so much more to the Veela than their allure and harpy-like transformations. Wizarding society seemed to be so fixated on these aspects that they forgot to mention the rest, which was much more interesting in his opinion.

Chapter 8: Dragonborn

Dragonborn are semi-human magical Beings; tall and robust men and women that appear all around the globe. When threatened or in moments of emotional upheaval, Dragonborns will change into their beastly forms of half-dragons, with claws as sharp as daggers and wingspans of up to twenty-five feet.

Life Cycle

Conception

Dragonborn can only be conceived during their submissive parent's heat, as they need the correct temperature.

Dragonborn can conceive only during their heat, the extreme temperature needed for their body to react properly.

Pregnancy

A Dragonborn pregnancy is much more robust than a human pregnancy, due to the child being encased within a shell. Therefore, it is harder to miscarry, no matter the species of the carrier. This shell, however, does not appear on ultrasounds for an unknown reason, so it is impossible to know if the child is a Dragonborn before birth. With a human that births a Dragonborn, there is no egg, making the pregnancy less stable.

Dragonborn are strong whilst carrying, their sturdy bodies making it unlikely for them to miscarry.

Dragonborn are often conceived in clutches from three to seven with a Dragonborn carrier, and one to four if they are not. However, not all of the clutch will remain by the end of the pregnancy, as many become absorbed by their clutch mates to make them stronger. A Dragonborn is carried for thirty-two to thirty-six weeks but can be viable from nineteen weeks onwards.

Nesting

Dragonborns begin to exhibit the signs of nesting from a couple of weeks to up to three months before their babies arrive. They will nest anywhere that they deem safe, from a room in their house to inside a cave.

They dislike anyone, even their mates, coming near their nest when they are close to birth. During birth, they will want their mates nearby, but not within a certain radius of them.

Birth

Dragonborn are born in eggs that they must break out of within twenty-four hours. This causes the highest amount of mortality in the whole of the pregnancy, due to the weaker ones not being able to break free.

To aid with the process and strengthen their young, a common practice is to place the eggs in a fire. If there is no movement within three hours, the chick inside is dead. Usually, once placed upon the fire, the eggs hatch within a time span of twelve to eighteen hours, sometimes as many as twenty-four. If the eggs have not hatched by this time, the chicks will not survive outside of the egg even with intervention.

Dragonborn are born without any attributes of their inheritance, except for the egg they are born in. In some cases, the baby may carry a light scent of their inheritance until a day or so after they come out of the egg.

Early life

Dragonborn will age the same as humans, but show accelerated learning capabilities and earlier signs of mobility, such as learning to walk weeks or even months earlier than a human child.

Childhood

They age as a human child would, albeit more advanced mentally and physically.

Teenage years

In their teen years, Dragonborn will become more volatile and aggressive as their inheritance inches closer. They reach inheritance on their seventeenth birthday, which is joyously celebrated by them and their relatives.

Adult life

Their adult years last for a staggering near five thousand years from their seventeenth birthday onwards.

Elder years

Once a Dragonborn is five thousand, they are henceforth referred to as an Elder of their kind.

Ancients

Once a Dragonborn reaches the age of ten thousand, they are considered Ancient.

Death

Death does not come naturally to Dragonborn, but many grow tired of the long years alive, losing the will to live and starving themselves.

Additional

They have a majorly declining population, as fewer of them are being born every year, and more are reaching the age when they no longer have the will to live. However, they are among the most numerous of creature species despite this.

Young Dragonborn can be referred to as 'Hatchlings' or 'Nestlings', but most prefer to refer to them as babies. A group of them is called a 'Clutch'.

The bigger the Dominant Dragonborn's wings are, the more attractive they are to Submissive Dragonborn.

Chapter 9: Vampires

To the majority of the population, Vampires are considered to be evil creatures that roam the night, their minds consumed by a thirst for blood. Vampires, in reality, are much more civilised, living in communities segregated from the wizarding world. They only hunger for the blood of their kin and those who they mate with, any other tastes vile to them.

Life Cycle

Conception

Vampires, although possessing the ability to conceive no matter the circumstances, rarely wish to do so. Their seemingly eternal lifespan and endless fertility mean that there is no rush for an heir, so instead, they spend most of their life bonding with their mates.

Vampires are incredibly hard to conceive, even within full-Vampire mateships. Only one in every five hundred children born to Vampires is a Vampire. That is a 0.002 chance.

Pregnancy

A Vampire pregnancy is very fragile, and most end in miscarriage. The reason for this is that a Vampire foetus does not stabilise its place inside of the womb until the later stages of pregnancy. This means that even a simple knock can end with the loss of the growing child.

Vampires are born singular to maximise their survival chances. A vampire will not be conceived if there are other babes in the womb, and will be destroyed by other foetuses' if it is conceived before. On extremely rare occasions, the egg will split to create multiples that do not see each other as threats because they are of the same species. An even rarer occurrence is multiple Vampires being conceived from different eggs.

A Vampire is carried for forty-eight to fifty-two weeks but can be viable from thirty-two weeks onwards.

When a Vampire is carrying, they are very susceptible to miscarrying, no matter the species they hold in their womb.

Nesting

Vampires do not nest, but they prefer to be alone when their child is born. Their Mates may be permitted on occasion, although not for long before they are chased away.

Birth

Vampires are born as humans are, with only their small size and paler skin an indication as to what species they are.

Early life

Vampires are very slow to develop physically, but they make up for it mentally.

zero to nine years old = Zero to three physically.

Within a few months after birth, a Vampire's eyes will turn a shocking bright red.

Childhood

Ten to twelve years old = three to twelve physically

Their childhood years are a period of extreme growth. Almost overnight, a Vampire will grow as if weeks have passed, so it is a very short period of time.

At ten to eleven years old (Physically three to nine), Vampire fangs begin to grow in, and they are able to consume blood. The blood they crave at this young age is mostly from their parents, although in rare cases, they can also come to crave the blood of their siblings.

Teenage years

thirteen to seventeen years old = thirteen to seventeen physically

At this age, Vampires grow at the same rate as most, although they are intellectually superior due to increased brain activity.

If the vampire is not born to Creature parents, they will reach their inheritance at 17 years old, where all of their Vampire attributes will flood in at the same time, a painful process.

Adult life

Their adult life lasts for five thousand years, during which they do not appear to age.

Elder title

Once a Vampire is five thousand, they are henceforth referred to as an elder. This is the period in which a Vampire's appearance will change, depending on the magic they contain. Many age decades in appearance, whilst some don't change at all.

Ancient title

Once a Vampire reaches the age of ten thousand, they are considered Ancient, an honour which grants them a seat on the Vampire Council if they can pass a series of tests beforehand.

Death

Vampires are immortal Beings, and can only be killed by special circumstances which the leader of their race solely knows. Vampires who wish to live no longer go to them to die. Only by becoming king can this knowledge be acquired, as magic obscures the vision of all who witness the death.

Additional

Vampires, unlike most creatures, do not crave to have many children. They crave a mate, a lifelong companion, but not children as children will split their mates attention from them. This is why vampires will usually mate with other vampires, as they understand the urge for not many children.

Vampires sometimes refer to their young as 'Nestlings' if they still live within their abodes. Vampires, if they ever have children, are notoriously protective over the few that they have, so it is rare for one to ever shed this title.

Vampires do not often participate in mate meetings, preferring to search on their own for a mate.

It was incredible to discover that other species aged in another way compared to Wixen, and Harry was transfixed by that information until the next chapter's title and adjourning picture caught his attention. It was a painting of a startlingly beautiful creature, with golden hair and equally striking golden eyes, staring emotionlessly forward, breathtaking in a way that left you gasping. He drew forward, eager to know all he could about the Creature he now was.

Chapter 10: Fae

The Fae are beautiful Creatures, otherwordly in appearance, filled with grace and elegance. This particular race of fair folk is undoubtedly the strongest of them all, far surpassing their closest competitor, the high elves. The majority of them reside in another dimension, called 'The Fair Realm'. It is accessible solely to the Fair Folk and invited guests with the permission of the rulers. On the edges of the Fair Realm, in the space between the Earthly realm and itself, lies the Council Halls- accessible by Creatures and their family members for mate meetings and the yearly Creature Meeting.

Life Cycle

Conception

Fae can only be conceived during their parents' heat, due to the heat being needed for their wing gene to be activated. Fae born to those carrying the Fae gene are always conceived due to an extreme temperature change.

Fae can only conceive during their heat unless they meet the temperature requirements- either vastly colder or warmer temperatures than usual.

Pregnancy

A Fae pregnancy is very fragile, and most end in miscarriage.

They are conceived in clutches of up to seven or eight with a Fae carrier, although most don't survive the pregnancy or long after their birth.

Usually, if there are other species' children in the womb alongside them, they will absorb each other to maximise the survival chances of the strongest Fae. Although, there have been a few instances where multiple Fae have been born alongside other species of children, an extremely rare occurrence.

A Fae is carried for forty to forty-four weeks but can be viable from twenty-eight weeks onwards.

When a Fae is carrying, they are very susceptible to miscarriage, no matter the species they hold in their womb.

Nesting

Faes favour their nests to be high above the ground, preferably the inside of a hollow tree so that it gives them extra protection.

They do not mind their mates entering their nest, as long as they do not linger for a long time. Failure to leave after being warned will result in forced expulsion from their vicinity, violently if needed.

Birth

The Fae are born in sacs that they absorb in the hours after birth. They are born in these because a Fae is very vulnerable to sudden temperature change after birth, so these sacs allow them to adjust easier. They are also there to protect a Sprite's delicate wings until they harden with the gradual introduction of air.

Early life

The Fae are slow physical developers in their early years, but they make up for it mentally.

zero to six years old= zero to three physically.

Childhood

In childhood, every one and a half year is one year of growth for a Fae. Meaning that at seven and a half years old, they would be physically four, and at nine years, they would be physically five. Childhood for Fae lasts until they are nineteen and a half years old, or physically twelve.

Teenage years

The same terms of growth apply to a Fae's teenage years.

At the age of twenty-seven (physically seventeen), they are legally considered of age (If they are a Fae-Born), and they stop growing. A Fae born to human parents is considered an adult at seventeen when they come into their inheritance.

Adult life

Their adult life lasts for five thousand years, from young adults all the way to mature adults.

Elder title

Once a Fae reaches the age of five thousand, they are henceforth referred to as an Elder.

Ancient title

Once a Fae reaches the age of ten thousand, they are bestowed with the title 'Ancient'. To be referred to as 'Ancient' in the Fae Realm is an honour. From the little we know about the ongoings inside of the realm, huge celebrations are held in the streets for this occasion.

Death

Fae can live for tens of thousands of years, perhaps even longer as no Fae has died of old age in documented history.

Additional

When Fae mate with another creature, their children will never be Fae with that mate, that's why Fae dislike mating with anyone other than a Fae.

When Fae mate with humans, an unlikely occurrence, their children are more likely to be humans- but they can carry the Fae gene, no matter how diluted the Fae blood may become. The Fae records hold the family trees of these bloodlines, continuously observing them until a Fae appears after their inheritance.

Usually, only one Fae babe from a clutch will survive to adulthood. In many cases, none survive. A baby Fae is occasionally referred to as a 'Sprite', a 'Faeling' or an 'Imp', although most call them 'Baby Fae'.

The Fae take pride in their Creature characteristics but can hide them if needed. Wing colours run in the family, such as the golden wings of the Luwynn family. Some Fae families carry special powers in their bloodline, the knowledge of what they are heavily guarded against outsiders.

The Fae prefer to find a mate in their own city, and only attend mate meetings if it is a human-born fae.

Harry felt especially happy as he read through the chapter that he had been born to wizarding parents. If he had not, he would have had to suffer through the slow growth of young Fae, and he didn't know how he would have coped.

Chapter 11: Boreads

Boreads? He had never heard of such a Creature, and they were one of the main five?

Boreads, named after the twin sons of Boreas, are elegant, semi-human creatures with golden wings that look as if they are made from the metal itself. They are the only creature in existence that's lifespan alters to mirror their mates, making them very unique creatures.

Life Cycle

Mating

Boreads can be conceived whenever, although the chance of conceiving a Boread is very slim. Around one in a hundred births from a Boreads coupling produces this rare creature.

Boreads can conceive whenever, and do not enter heat as many creatures do. Because of this, however, carriers find themselves unable to satisfy their innate craving for many children, due to the decreased chance of conception with no heat to help.

Pregnancy

They are always conceived in pairs, echoing their namesakes. A single-birthed Boread means that it absorbed its twin, and any more than two means that they are separate lots of twins.

Boreads have no increase nor decrease in the chances of miscarriage when carrying compared to a human.

Boreads are carried for thirty-six to forty weeks, although they can survive from twenty-one weeks onwards with intervention.

Boreads have a slightly increased chance of being miscarried compared to humans.

Nesting

Boreads do exhibit nest making but can choose whether to nest or not. They usually begin to create their nests a few weeks before birth.

Birth

Boreads are born as humans are, although, during their first moments of life, they may exhibit an unearthly golden glow that vanishes soon after.

Early life

Boreads grow at the same rate as humans do, although they may begin to hit milestones earlier than usual.

Childhood

They are the same as humans, except they may begin to show signs of growing vanity at this age.

Teenage years

Their vanity increases dramatically, to the point where it can be seen as obsessive. Fortunately, when a Boread reaches their inheritance at the age of seventeen, their new features will please them and allow them to see themselves finally as perfectly beautiful. Their outward vanity will be a bit more subdued after that, as they will internally believe that they are so beautiful that people must notice, so they have no need to prove it.

Adult life

Boreads mirror the lifespan of their most beloved. If they are a human, they will live a human lifespan. If they are a vampire, Boreads are similarly immortal. With multiple partners, if the Boread is submissive, they will take on the average lifespan of their mates. If the Boread is dominant, they will mirror their submissive.

Additional

The majority of Boreads have 'delicate and graceful hair'. Their retractable wings gleam with golden scales. They come in all shades of gold, and usually, submissive Boreads are more attracted to the wings that gleam the brightest gold.

Boreads will mainly be more male, as females are rare.

Boreads have an extremely small population, so small that most have never heard of them.

A baby Boread may be referred to as a 'Nestling' or a 'Hatchling', although most just refer to them as babies.

Even though their vain nature decreases at seventeen, it will still be far higher than most people's.

They sounded, unlike any Creature he had come across before, although he could see similarities between them and Veela. Were they perhaps a subspecies of them, or was it the other way around?

Chapter 12: Minor Creatures

High Elves

Elves are semi-human creatures, beautiful in appearance but bland in personality.

Not much is known about these creatures, except that they do not share their relatives, the Fae's, almost infinite lifespan. Instead, this creature lives to a maximum of five thousand years.

Harry skipped through the chapter, only taking note of some of the more intriguing information. The chapter itself was short as well, not going into much detail as it had the previous species.

Chapter 13: Submissives and Dominants

Submissives and Dominants are the classifications given to creatures when they reach maturity and display the attributes for their assigned class.

Dominants

Those named 'Dominants' are the creatures who are tasked with roles such as being the protectors and fighters of their mateship. Their first and foremost job is to protect the Submissive that chose them, along with any young that that Submissive may produce, blood or not to the Dominant.

Submissives

Those named 'Submissives' are the creatures who are tasked with roles such as being the caregivers to their children and mates, as well as the peacemakers, keeping the mateship running smoothly. Their first and foremost job is to care for their children, even above themselves. This is instinctive and can be very hard to get around.

They also have a period called a 'heat' where they will feel the undying need to reproduce with their mates. In most creatures, this is the only time when they can procreate.

The 'chapter' only took up a page in the book and wasn't at all enough information to help soothe his worries about being a Submissive. He just hoped that one of the many other books contained more.

Chapter 14: Meetings, Mateships & Children

Meetings

Meetings are held for Submissives to find their Dominant mates. Dominants from all over the world will attend in the hopes that they are chosen.

The meeting can either be held at their own designated place or in the council halls. The Council will arrange for there to be sufficient guards in attendance, as well as a personal chaperone to sit in the meetings with the Submissive.

The Submissive the meeting is held for has complete control over the meetings and is allowed to stop them at any time, as long as they do agree to continue with the meetings within a few days.

A meeting will finish when the Submissive has found all of their needed mates, something that can take as little as a few days to as long as a few months.

Mateships

Mateships are composed of only one Submissive and their chosen Dominants. The number of Dominants can vary, from as little as a singular Dominant to a record of five.

At the age of seventeen or over, a Submissive will attend meetings to pick out their mates, a process which can take as little as a few days to many months, until they feel their Creature settle, content with the amount.

Mateships are the backbone of Creature society. Without them, the world would be in chaos, as without a mate, a Creature would lose their mind.

Children

Having young is the sole purpose of a mateships existence. Most Creatures crave to reproduce, and in the days of old, would search far and wide for a Submissive or Dominant to join with so that they could procreate with one another.

Most Creatures feel the instinctive need to continually reproduce, so it is very normal for there to be many children at the end of a creature's fertile years, although, fertility does decrease as a Creature nears the end of these years.

Children are sacred to creatures, no matter if that child turns out to be a Creature themself or not. Many Creatures show overprotective tendencies towards their children, driven by their instincts to keep them safe from harm.

Chapter 15: Founding Families: The Rulers of the Creature World

These five families came together thousands of years ago to create order in the creature world, subsequently becoming the rulers of it. Each of these families has two members on the Council.

The current heads of each family and subsequent rulers of that race are:

Luwynn-The Fair folk- Fae King Anwyll Luwynn- 10027

The Luwynn family's origins predate written history, and it is only by word passed down through the generations that the family know of their beginning. However, this knowledge has never been revealed to the public and is a fiercely kept secret in the family.

Slytherin- Vampires- Vampire King Salazar Slytherin- 1043

The Slytherin family is infamous throughout the magical world, due to their current head and leader of the vampire race being one of the founders of the prestigious school, Hogwarts. However, the knowledge that Salazar Slytherin is both a Vampire and a king is, surprisingly, little known in society.

Astaseul- Boreads- Boread King Astaseul- 4675

The Astaseul family, once plentiful, is now on the decline with the sharp decrease in Boread births. The family now only contains six Boreads- The King himself, his three times great-grandson, his sixteen times great-grandson, his forty-four times great-grandson, his one hundred and three great-grandson and his two hundred and twenty-five times great-grandaughter (Aged one hundred and sixty-four).

Clarille- Veela- Veela Queen Larissa Clarille- 534

The Clarille family, formerly known as The Clarillius Family, was founded in 2568 BC by its first head, Wesley Clarillius. Wesley Clarillius was one of the five rulers who helped found the creature world that we know today.

Yllathyra- Dragonborn- Dragonborn Queen Aadya Yllathyra- 8319

The Yllathyra Clan is one said to be descended from the dragons of old, the fiercest beasts to have ever walked the earth. These ancient creatures went extinct many thousands of years ago, leaving behind their weaker counterparts, the dragons we know today, and their close relatives, the Dragonborn.

Harry shut the book with a sigh as it finally came to an end, looking warily over to the pile in front of him. It had been informative, but... With a groan, he allowed his head to slam onto the table. "This is going to take forever."

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August 2nd

'-there is still, unfortunately, no way to suppress a Submissives heat or dampen the effect it has on the Submissive and their Dominants minds.'

"Why are you scowling at that book as if it's ruined your life?" Lia's lip twitched in amusement as she watched her brother's expressions.

"Because it has, that's why," Harry responded mournfully, letting the book close.

"Aww, what's the nasty book done to poor ickle Harrykins?"

He simply ignored her taunting tone, instead, looking up with the most serious expression he could muster. "It told me that there's no way to stop myself from having hot sex for-"

Her face twisted in disgust, not having expected him to actually share. "Ew, Harry, shut-"

"- days and-"

"-up! Harry!"

"-days-"

"Mum! Tell Harry to shut his gob!" She shouted towards the kitchen, looking sickened.

"- I'd be exhausted but-"

"Enough, Harry. No need to distress your sister."

"She asked what was bothering me, and I answered." He defended himself, looking up at his Mum with wide, innocent eyes. She gave him a disbelieving look, before rolling her eyes and hurrying back into the kitchen where his father was attempting to cook dinner. Emphasis on attempting.

"James! You don't put peas in the oven!"

"How else are you supposed to cook them then? Burn them with an incendio?"

"No! When have you ever seen me cast incendio on the peas?!"

"I was being sarcastic, darling."

"Well, it sounded like something you'd attempt, if only to test it out."

"Hey, I have a brain!"

"Well use it then! The peas go in a saucepan with water on top of the stove."

"Oh."

A sigh. "James, please get out of my kitchen."

"But I wanted to cook dinner~"

"You can cook tomorrow, darling."

Harry toned them out after that, reopening his book once more. He had made quite a bit of progress through the pile, about a quarter of it gone already, but he knew that he wasn't going to finish them all by the time the meeting started on Monday.

'This consequently means that during a Submissives fertile period, there is no way to stop them from getting pregnant, as pills don't work and none of the mateship will be in their right mind to use other contraceptives.' Remembering why he'd closed it in the first place, Harry threw the book onto the other side of the table, instead, picking up another.

'Your Children And You: A guide to rearing the young'

Thunk

"That was a bit unnecessary, don't you think?"

"Shut up."

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August 3rd

A knock at his door startled him from his daydream. " Come in."

"Pup, look what your fabulous godfather has got for you!" Sirius strode in, smiling wickedly with a tower of books in his arms. He dropped them on Harry's desk unceremoniously, stepping back with a proud look on his face.

"Where did you get these from, Siri? They look old as anything." Harry reached for one and cracked it open, feeling lightheaded at the sight of the date.

'1453'

"From the Black Library. Mother was oh so distressed when I came out with them, but Reggie allowed it so it was fine." He waved off his godson's concerns with a waft of his hand.

"Oh. And are they all really old?"

"The newest one is from 1876 and the oldest from 1141, but they shouldn't be too outdated. I mean, the creature society has been around for Millenium before the wizarding one. Surely the norms and values can't change too drastically in a community that contains people over the age of ten thousand."

Harry read the title of the book he was holding. 'Courting Creatures: The do's and don'ts of 15th Century Britain' "Yeah, they'll do just fine."

The blinding grin he received was worth the white lie.

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This chapter is very info heavy- but there's a reason!- So that if you ever forget, just look at the first chapter, and bam, info mostly in one place :)

Also- I like to think Boreads is pronounced Boh-re-ads :)