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Chapter One – Department of Mysteries Aftereffects

Harry lay in his bed on the night before his 16th birthday at number 4 Private Drive. He had hoped after defeating Voldemort in the Department of Mysteries a couple months before that he wouldn't have to return to his horrible family. However, the all mighty Dumbledore thought it the best place to hide Harry from the masses who possibly wanted to hurt him. Many Death Eaters were still on the loose after all. Too bad Dumbledore didn't know the truth of his life with the Dursleys. He was nursing several wounds at that moment from an overly angered Vernon. Then again Dudley still loved to get him in trouble.

He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose wishing the pain would just go away. He knew his magic was generally responsible for healing him faster than usual. He felt his body enveloped in a warm light and sighed as all the aches and pains washed away from his body.

He fell asleep and missed his birthday owls as the relief came right as the hour struck midnight. His sleep wasn't peaceful. He stood in the main entrance of the Ministry of Magic. That horrible gold statute of the magical creatures looking up at the Wizard and Witch with false admiration. Not to mention the way the witch looked at the wizard. It really was a piece of patriarchal pureblood propaganda. It wasn't the statue that plagued his dreams but the nose-less wonder forcing his inky blackness within him. It hurt so much that he thought he was going to die, but something built within him.

His mother's voice screamed in his mind and a wave of pure love poured out of him. He wasn't really all there when it happened and the fragments of his second murder of the man were just as frightening as witnessing Cedric Diggory die by the wand of a rat faced man holding one ugly baby. He had no idea where Severus came from but she stood there like some flickering mirage. The man's appearance shifted before him into an unrecognizable but handsome being as his flamed snake engulfed Nagini. Both monsters crumbled to dust. His dream quickly changed. He was no longer in his body. He had no idea where he was, but it was no longer where he should've been. He stood in a room full of pools and a floating being.

The being's voice seemed to highjack his dream, "Youngling you are the precipice of the beginning of the rest of your life. This week will be an interesting one for you that is for sure. I cannot divulge my true existence until after everything become much clearer, but know this. I am your connection to a vast and ancient knowledge lost to the Wizarding World well over millennia ago. You are the first of your kind in just as long, but have no fear, as you will not be the last."

He shuddered awake, finding the morning sun shining in his window, and let out a frightened screech. He was face to face with the large tennis ball sized eyes of Dobby the house elf. He cleared the sleep from his eyes and mumbled, "What are you doing here Dobby?"

"You called me Master Harry. Do you accept the binding magic that will make me your house elf?" The little elf with stacked hats questioned.

Harry smiled down at the little creature, "Of course Dobby. I would love to have you as my personal House Elf."

He knew he had to move fast, as he heard the groan from the bed in his aunt and uncle's room. The walking blimp was thudding down the hallway likely preparing to discipline his freak of a nephew for waking him. Harry rolled his eyes at the thought. It was preposterous to believe he had control over his night terrors. He made a quick decision and gave his house elf his first order, "I want you to take all of my things to Grimmauld Place and put them in the master bedroom where the Hippogriff is being kept. Then I want you to take the Galleons in my school trunk to have yourself a uniform made in whatever colors you like and the Potter crest. I will meet you back at that home later. Though first could you pop me over to Severus Snape's home? I feel that I need to go there right away though I am not sure why."

The little elf nodded, "Yes, your mate needs you." The elf grabbed his hand and popped him into a room surrounded by books.

"Thank you, Dobby. Do not forget to follow my other orders. I will meet you there shortly or I will call you if I need you. Do you think you could talk Winky into joining you there as well? I think Kreacher needs a mate. I think she will do for him."

The little elf bowed, "Thank you gracious Master Harry. I shall do as you request." He then popped out of the room.

Harry wasn't sure why he felt such a need see Snape but then he remembered Dobby referring to him as his mate. What in the bloody hell was going on? He sighed and ran his hand through his hair before he felt a warm pulse in his magic. He soon was close to the ground. He never studied Animagus transformations. He was sure he somehow became one without holding a poisonous leaf to his tongue while meditating. He slithered behind some books to where stairs were hidden and quickly made his way up there. He felt vibrations of magic directing toward the end of his quest. He found a dilapidated room littered in fire whiskey bottles. He found his mate lying in an unconscious heap upon the bed. He slithered up the bed. He felt compelled to save the man before him. He lay across the wizard's chest staring at his mate's face. He never remembered seeing his potions professor looking so defeated. He ut wondered what caused such a binge.

The wizard's eyes opened to show the bottomless pools of inky blackness. He let out a groan, "Nagini, you're finally here to tie up your master's loose ends. Go ahead and bite me you snake. I have no desire or a reason to continue on with this façade of a life. I never should've made it through the first war. I forfeited my life the moment I allowed that monster to kill my childhood friend." Tears formed in his eyes, "I'm so sorry I failed you Lily. I'm sorry I was selfish enough to consider sacrificing the life of your husband and son just to ensure your survival."

Harry couldn't take much more of the broken man's confession. He would ask him later about his relationship with his mother. He knew about some of the relationship he had with James, but Lily seemed an undiscovered gift. He coiled around his hysterical mate before reaching the left side of his neck. He bit down and released his venom knowing it wouldn't harm his mate but attack the potion residue that suppressed his rare gift. His metamorphic abilities had been locked away by a potion given to him as a baby. He instinctually realized it was reason for the flickering in his dream. Harry could only assume it was done to protect him from the wrath of Tobias Snape by Eileen Prince, who did love her son. She was a beaten down woman who had too much to deal with to fully protect her son. Part of him wondered once more where the strange thought came from. How could he know that about his professor? He only peered in the man's pensieved memories once. He regretted it ever since.

Harry slithered down the bed where he changed back into his true form. He watched as Severus grasped the blankets in the pain riddled agony. Sweat beads formed on his forehead. He brokenly gasped out, "Thank you Nagini. Thank you for finally doing what I was too cowardly to accomplish all these years. I should've died the night I found her lying there motionless in that blown apart room."

Harry quickly relieved himself of his clothing before climbing back up on the bed, "Don't worry love. I will make everything alright."

"Now I know I'm hallucinating from the poison. No one has ever called me that. No one would ever love an ugly thing like me. Even my own mother couldn't look at me without flinching. Oh blessed death, please end my suffering." His eyes were shut tight as he prevented one tear from falling.

The green eyed wizard ran his nimble fingers along the tie to the black dressing gown. His fingers ran along the heavily scarred but milky white chest. They ghosted against the dusty brown nipples before pushing the cloth off the other wizard's shoulders. He pulled out the man's arms allowing his fingers to gently probe and caress. He followed the black line of hair down and quickly slipped off the man's utilitarian black pants. He sighed in comfort when he saw the perfection of his mate. "I will show you all the love that's been lacking from your life, my darling Sev."

Everything moved in a blur. He moved through the act with a practiced ease his body should never have possessed. For his first sexual act, Harry managed to keep himself controlled for much longer than he thought possible. He came to completion and pulled his mate into a hug. He covered their sweat covered naked bodies with the crusty blankets.

When he awoke, he found a completely different person staring back at him. His mate's dark hair faded to delicate silver, his face had predominant high cheek bones, a strong jaw, and a perfectly straight nose. His lips had a pouty fullness that they never had before. Their perfect appearance made him want to kiss his mate even more. His mate was absolutely and perfectly handsome. The only thing that remained the same was his hauntingly cold black eyes. He ran his fingers through his lover's hair and down his cheek, "Severus, love. My darling mate, I'm not finished with you yet. I want you on your hands and knees darling. I want you panting, moaning and begging me for completion. I'm afraid you were a bit out of it during the claiming. So, I must make up for it."

Harry refused to admit that he was just as out of it during the claiming. Really what virgin was able to know exactly how to please a man so many years his senior? Where had this ferocious hunger come from? Something had locked into place but there were still several somethings missing. Did he really have many more mates? Was he really so love starved that he needed a whole harem of lovers to satisfy his self-conscious and needy parts? He groaned watching his mate comply with his request.

Severus slowly turned over and climbed up on his shaky limbs. His eyes were clamped close and he bit his lip as if preparing for pain. Harry saw all of this from the mirror that hung above the headboard. He moved to cradle the man. His desire quenched by the need to comfort his somehow broken mate, "I will never hurt you love. I want you to look at yourself in the mirror. I want you to see the handsome man I have trembling underneath me. I want you to see your true face. The one you will pass on to our child."

Harry watched as those dark eyes connected with the mirror. He felt his lover's entire body shake with unsuppressed sobs, "I would never look like that. I'm ugly and undesirable. Even my mother couldn't stand the way that I looked."

The younger wizard kissed his lovers ear before whispering, "You're a Metamorphmagus. Your mother fed you a potion as a baby that suppressed the ability and your true appearance. This is your true appearance my love. If you wish to see the familiar face you've lived with for so many years, I love that one just as much as this one." He started moving within his mate once again and enjoyed the warmth and the tightness of his long celibate mate. "I know it has been such a long time for you. Do you like how I make you feel, love?"

"Yes, yes I love the way you make me burn. I love the pleasure you feel me with, but I fear that you'll just toss me out when you're finished with me. That is all they ever do. They use me and leave me quivering and alone in the end." He let out a sob, "I don't know why I'm telling you this. You're James Potter's son. You are likely only here to torment me. I know that you're also Lily's son, but she couldn't even love me platonically. She left me and ran off with James."

Harry paused in his movements moving his thumb near his mate's pouty lips. "I am neither my mother nor my father. You're my mate Severus Snape. I would never leave you broken because it would break me." He didn't know where it came from but the same wave of love that helped him defeat one of the darkest lords of all time built. He lost himself a white light washed over both of them.

It didn't take long before Severus let out a strangled screamed and collapsed to the bed. Harry smiled and called Dobby as soon as he and his mate were covered. The little elf nodded, "Yes, Master Harry?"

"I would like you to dress my love in a pair of black silk pajamas. I know that I have some in my trunk that were a gift from Sirius. Then if you could, please pop us over to Grimmauld Place."

The house elf complied and as soon as the unconscious Severus was deposited in the freshly prepared master bedroom, Harry turned back to Dobby. "Are you able to sense my other properties?"

The little elf nodded, "Yes as soon we bonded, why Master Harry?"

"Do any of my properties have a proper stable for a hippogriff?"

The little elf bobbed his head in a positive response.

"Please take Buckbeak here to that property and make sure the elves there know to keep him fed. Also, if you would, please count up how many elves I have at my various properties. If you could have that many of your uniform made for them, I would appreciate it."

Dobby smiled, "Your ever desire is my command Master." The elf disappeared from sight.

Harry was overwhelmed with a nagging pull toward his godfather. His body morphed into that of a hooved animal before he pranced off to his godfather's old room. Part of him wondered how he was able to morph into two different animals.

A familiar voice answered in his mind, "You gained the ability from your first mate. You have unlocked some of his abilities but there is more still hidden. You must research to find out his true creature."

Harry watched his godfather toss and turned in the bed. Part of him wondered if he was going mad with hearing voices in his head. Wasn't that the first signs shown? He shrugged and thought, "why not."

He focused inward on where the voice was originating, "Who are you? What can you tell me of my other mates? What am I?"

The voice answered back, "I fear youngling that I can't answer your first two questions. You shall find those with time. You're creature, however, has been lost to the sands of time. Even with me giving its name, you will still find very little about it. You are a Mimicker."

Before he could pose another question to his newly developed split personality, his godfather's grey eyes snapped open. The dark, curly-haired wizard stared in disbelief before moaning, "Oh Prongs you've come back to me. Do you promise to be mine, this time? I've loved you from the moment I met you on the Hogwarts train."

Harry understood quickly that he had taken the form of his father's Animagus. His godfather was his second mate. The somewhat off kilter man needed him to claim him. Something pulled from the center of his chest. He knew he had to claim him quickly before he descended further into the madness for which his family was known. Harry transformed but kept his eyes closed before giving the command, "I want you Padfoot. You are mine. I am not pleased with your lecherous ways. You need pleasure from the years of bleakness you suffered. Go brace yourself against that wall and do not look at me. I want your full submission, my dear Padfoot."

Harry couldn't even question where the words came from. It was like another person took him over. Why would he want his godfather's submission? He never enjoyed being under the boot of his uncle. Why would he want to make any of his mates submit to him? He should never enjoy having power over his mates. They were to be his family. They were to fill the gaping hole left from his neglectful childhood. They were his to care for in ways that he never experienced.

The voice returned, "You are instinctually reacting to what he needs. His creature needs to be dominated just as much as he will need to dominate. He needs an alpha. You are showing him you are his alpha. He has been at sea without a rudder. You shall give him direction. Do not worry. You will care for all of your mates. You would never harm them. You would never needlessly control them. It is against the nature of a Mimicker. We are beings of love. We have so many mates because we cannot contain our magic and love. We need many to share in it or we would explode."

He shook the thought from his head. He watched his godfather climb from bed completely starkers before bracing the wall resting his forehead against it. Harry quickly rid his body of his clothing before standing behind him, "My darling Siri, please tell me if you want it rough like the dog you are." He shook his head, "No, you want me to worship every inch of your body like your large heart deserves."

The curly haired wizard shook his head no as sobs shook his body, "I'm not deserving of anything but a quick fuck. Give me the pain I need to take away the agony that churns inside of me."

Harry shook his head as he realized his second mate was still too skinny for his own good. His ingestion of Molly's high caloric meals was not enough to put meat on his bones. Why was he destined to have mates just as broken as he. Was he meant to be their rock as he slowly broke apart? He needed to rebuild them, so they could comfort him when he finally broke. He should the thought from his head. He decided that he'd leave his second mate a shuddering mess on the floor. He would worship every inch of his body. He would help his mate reassemble the broken pieces of his mind. He would make him one again forged in steel, but first he needed to break apart the brittle iron. It would need to spend some time in the crucible.

While in the throes of passion, he placed his hands on his mate's shoulders before leaning forward near his neck. He felt fangs lengthening. He was overwhelmed with the desire to bite down hard and mark the man before him. He felt a bit of venom press through his teeth but inherently knew it was different than what he pumped through Severus' veins. His godfather groaned forcing both of them to explode in pleasure. After the post coital ecstasy slipped away from his body, he slowly pulled his fangs out of his mate's neck. He licked the wound closed.

He led his second mate out of the room by the arm. He led him into the master bedroom before pressing him to the king sized bed where his other mate was still sleeping. "Siri, I am not my father, but you are my mate. I'm not sure how many mates I have in total, but you are the second of my dominant mates. I'm the Alpha in the group, but you and Severus are two of my betas. I'll be looking for my submissive mates soon. Now, get that sexy arse of yours in bed next to my first mate. So, I can continue to ride you until we both pass out. I can feel your aura changing. I feel a magical binding breaking free the more I claim you."

The grey eyes widened, "Harry? You're my mate?"

"Shh darling our other mate is sleeping. We don't want to wake him until after the venom fully removes that suppressant potion from him. Now, lie on your back and take it like a man. I want you a shuddering mess by the time I'm done with you," Harry smiled wickedly. It just felt so good to be in his second mate that the two of them found release another four times before collapsing to the bed. Harry quickly cast a cleaning and refreshing charm before magically removing the silk pajamas from Severus. He pulled his first lover into a spooning position with Sirius behind him. "Neither of you will be able to claim me until after all of my mates are found because only then the circle may be sealed."

Harry didn't even question where the knowledge came from. He was far too tired to contemplate his statement. How could he inherently know such things? That question only existed in his subconscious when he drifted off to sleep. He felt a comfort and love surrounded by this two mates that he hadn't felt since he was a small babe. It would never replace the love of his mother, but it was a start. It would make up for his years under those stairs alone and scared. He tried so hard to suppress his magic so that he could avoid further punishment. He didn't even want to think about the other creature he could've become had he not realized there was something wrong with his relatives. He remembered a red haired woman visiting him in his dreams. The memory of comfort from his long dark childhood slipped away as his consciousness finally found rest.

Harry awoke the next morning in a heap of tangled limbs and filled with a thrumming of magic barely contained under his skin. A consciousness not his own sounded in his mind, "Harry you must have your two betas accept their role and relationship with each other. The only way to do that is by having one submit to the other. Make sure to pick who you want as your dominant beta."

The messy haired wizard shook his head no and thought in return, "I will not have one have power over the other. With their history that would be a very bad idea. What would happen if I forced them to submit to each other?"

The voice laughed, "Then you would create an equal beta relationship between the two. Not many who are of our race choose that path. You are a breath of fresh air youngling."

"Wait, what exactly is a Mimicker?"

Harry swore he could feel an eyebrow rise in his mind, "You are a member of all and yet at the same time none. You have the ability to mimic the gifts of your mates; however, you are limited to the races of the mates you choose. You have no limit on the number of mates, but will always have one more submissive mate than dominant ones. You will know when you have found all of your mates. You will feel whole. Once your circle is sealed, you are unable to add anymore to your harem, so choose wisely youngling."

"Mimicker sounds rather benign. Are we known by any other names?"

"Not one that would be found in any books. Our knowledge is always passed between a mentor and the youngling telepathically and sometimes from the beyond. No one knows about our existence. It has been so long since one of us arose from the ashes of time, no one remembers our existence."

Harry simply nodded as the voice disappeared from his mind. He was a mimicker of his mate's powers. He was sure that he'd still have to practice his knew abilities to use them, but he couldn't wait to use his metamorphic abilities. He smiled to himself while he wondered what the shadows that seemed to dance around his second mate really meant. He could sense the magical suppression spells that bound his godfather. They seemed far older than he was. What did Walburga Black want hidden about her eldest son? He slowly nudged Sirius awake, "My two betas need to bond with one another. Sirius, I want you to submit to him first because of your history. I fear he will not respond well when his turn arrives. You and my father humiliated him when you were in school."

Sirius' grey eyes widened, "Your other mate is Snivellus?"

Harry grabbed and twisted Sirius' right ear, "Don't call him that. You and my father were bullies. I don't and never will like bullies. Now get up on your hands and knees Siri and take it like a man!"

Sirius mumbled as he threw the blanket off and exposed his back side and assumed the requested position. Harry turned toward his other mate who continued to sleep. Severus jumped into a crouching position quickly summoning his wand as soon as Harry's hand shook his shoulder. His appearance remained the strikingly handsome one from the day before. Harry held up his hands, "Whoa, whoa Severus, we are not going to hurt you. I need you and my other mate to bond so that our mating will solidify before we're ready to add the next mate to the mix. Please grab him by the hips and push in. I want you to wait for me to direct your movement. You still desire my affection, right?"

Severus' black eyes were heated with lust when they locked gaze. He licked his pouty red lips, "I'm tired of being alone. I've been so alone for so long. Do you promise to never let me go? Most importantly, do you promise to never hurt me or degrade me?"

Harry pulled him into a heated kiss, while using one of his hands to caress his leg. He kissed down his jaw and licked the sensitive mating mark his snake form had given him, "I love you Severus. You are so beautiful inside and out. Now ride my other mate like a dog in heat."

Severus nodded as he moved behind the waiting wizard. Harry could only watch the beautiful scene for a few moments before joining in. He grabbed his mate's hips before calling Dobby.

The house elf appeared with wider than normal eyes, "How may Dobby help you, Master?"

Harry nodded, "I want you to prepare us a bath and breakfast please."

The elf smiled before snapping his fingers and disappearing.

Harry continued with his fast pace. He held back a chuckle listening to the stream of swears flowing from the Potion Master's mouth. It didn't take long before Severus was clenching through an orgasm bringing Harry along with him. Harry kissed his ear, "Severus, I know that you might be a bit tired after these activities, but I want you to bend over the bed so that it will be your turn to enjoy being the passive one."

Severus nodded his silvery blond head and assumed the required position after pulling out of the quivering but unable to release wizard. Harry took Sirius by the shoulder and led him off the bed, "Siri, you will push into that still stretched and wanting flesh, while I enjoy your tight little hole. Do try to show some stamina."

Sirius simply nodded before following the instructions letting out a guttural groan. Harry set the pace once more. He lost track of time as they moved as one. He felt the energy build within him once more. It was the same white love energy, which was the demise of the Dark Lord. It had a much different effect on his mates. It seemed to pull at ancient blocks and hidden secrets. It coaxed out hidden gifts and washed away years of misery. Part of him wondered if it brought forth suppressed memories as well. He began to see flashes in his mind. Memories that he never experienced, and many of them were truly appalling. He would need to speak with each of his mates separately. He needed to get them to open up. He needed to help them through their darkness so they could help him through his. They were all once again shuddering messes.

The voice sounded in his mind once more, "You need to summon their family seals. They need to wear them until your circle is sealed. It is a mark of your claim to them. I'm sure you don't want someone else coming in trying to claim what is yours."

Harry nodded before calling his house elf back, "Dobby, I need a couple of plugs for my new mates."

The house elf nodded producing two plugs. One was black with the Black Family Crest engraved on it in silver. The top of it had a textured bulb, which was likely intended to set against the man's prostate. Harry took it and pushed it into the filled hole when the elf explained, "It has cleaning charms on it which will banish all waist matter, but will keep him safe from any interlopers. Watch out for the Bumblebee. He has quite the sting."

Harry wasn't sure what the elf meant by that, but something told him the statement related to a twinkled eyed wizard. He took the second plug, which was also black. It had the Prince Family Crest engraved instead. Its bulb was completely smooth but had a vibrating feature. He happily pushed it into his other man turning the vibration dial on the low setting. He turned toward the house elf, "I'm guessing this has the same cleaning spells. Where did you get these anyway?"

The house elf smiled, "Each ancient family has one for when a Mimicker finds his mates. They were forgotten, but they still existed where bonded house elves could find them. The Prince family plug is also enhanced with additional fertility spells. They were known for only having one child at a time. With the plug he is likely to have two or three children for you master, but only if you truly desire for him to be so full with babies."

Harry smirked at the Potions Master who was attempting to pull out the plug as soon as he heard children, "Yes, and the only ones who can put in or remove the plugs are Alpha mates only. Severus, you might as well stop trying to remove that. You're a beta after all. Don't worry. I don't plan on stuffing you full of children for a while, though the image of you round with child does excite me."

Severus turned toward him and pouted, "Why are you making me carry children? I've never gotten along with them even when I was one myself."

Harry took Severus' nipple between his thumb and forefinger rolling it with just the right amount of pressure, "That's not true love. You and my mother got along quite well until you called her that horrible word in your fifth year. Now, turn around so I can switch that plug off and the three of us can enjoy a nice warm bath. I want a large family, Sev. I have been without one for far too long. You're lucky though for I am still quite young. I believe it better to wait as long as possible. So, long as your creatures do not need to breed too soon. I'm sure one of my mates will go into some sort of heat requiring us to mate. I'll have many. So, please don't worry. I'm sure it will be a bit before you're with child. We have to worry about a meddling bumblebee after all."

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