A/N: I just wanted to warn everyone that there is section in this chapter that basically consists of dom/sub behaviour and discipline, and that if anyone isn't a fan of that they might want to skip it. The only reason I would ask that you try to put up with it if you are one of these people is because it alludes to what happened to Harry in that clinic, and what some of the effects are.

"Go stand in the corner."

"…I beg your pardon?"

"Go stand in the corner and think about what you've done."

"Harry, my boy, I really don't think-"

"You're already at ten minutes, shall we make it fifteen?"

The others in the room couldn't stop the sniggers, even Severus, as they watched the great Albus Dumbledore be told off like a child by his sixth year student.

"I don't want to stand in the corner!" the 100 and something old man whined 'maturely'.

"That's it, fifteen minutes. Now get over there!"

"Turn around and face the corner."

"Don't look at me like that! Face. The. Corner."

Albus turned with a grumble and stared at the ornate wall. He just couldn't believe it! Here he was, being punished like a child! But Harry was an alpha now, and he was definitely releasing the infamous pheromones designed to make others obey them.

Harry nodded once at Albus' back before turning to face his guests with an easy smile. Most of them were doubled over laughing; even Severus was snickering away to himself, which made him smile softly at the man.

"Oh, Harry! You're gonna have to tell me how you did that!" Hermione gasped.

"Yeah, how did you do that?" Ron asked, chuckles dying down.

"Why on earth is Albus standing in the corner?" Molly's voice interrupted any coming explanation, and everyone just started laughing again.

"I'm so glad you're finding this humorous!" Albus remarked from the corner where he was to stand for the next thirteen minutes and 12 seconds. 11… 10… 9…

"Don't make it twenty." Harry warned without even looking in his direction.

"Son of a half-troll…" he pretended not to hear the mutters.

"Thank you for the tea, Mrs Weasley." Harry smiled, happily accepting a cup.

"Oh, it's no trouble at all, Harry dear. And call me Molly."

"Yes, Mrs Weasley." Harry grinned as she rolled her eyes and continued handing out the ornate cups she had found in his gigantic kitchen.

"Harry, what are these things?" Hermione asked, gesturing around the various paintings, statues and the like that decorated the room, and entire house.

"Hmm? Oh, just some mementos I have collected over the years." He replied absentmindedly.

"Over the years?! Some of these must be over 500 years old!" she squawked.

"Oh… um… well… that is to say…" he began, stammering.

"He found them at auctions, antique and curiosity shops, the like." The girl, Mel, inputted from where she was perched on the arm of the chair Harry sat in.

"Yeah, that." he finished lamely, smiling sheepishly at Hermione's disbelieving raised eyebrow. "Now, time for introductions?"

Nice save.

Harry looked around the room at the new faces, breathing deeply to confirm that they all carried a touch of his scent on them, a mark of his pack, and his nostrils flared in recognition.

"My name is Demetri Belekova." A tall, lithely muscled boy dipped his head and bared his neck in a show of submission. "I am one of your betas, Domine."

Harry felt a smile grace his lips as he took in the rich brown hair and ice-blue eyes, raising one arm to usher the boy over. Demetri quickly dropped to his knees on Mel's now vacated side, nuzzling Harry's palm softly, a gentle, reassuring and at the same time dominating rumble coming from deep within Harry's chest to show he accepted the bond. Demetri moved back to behind the armchair with one final kiss and rub of his cheek into Harry's hand.

"Aspen Froest, Domine. I am also one of your betas." The boy was very tall, with strong, almost overdone muscles that still somehow managed to stay in perfect proportion with the rest of his body and had black hair with purple eyes that Harry likened to dark amethysts in his mind.

Aspen leaned against his legs, simply accepting the rumble and touch to his hair for a few moments before moving to stand next to Demetri, the two sharing a significant look that Harry pretended not to notice.

"You know who we are, Hart!" one Weasley twin began with a grin, both walking over and plonking their 6ft 3 frames in his lap, nuzzling his neck and jaw one each side.

"Of course I do, Fred." Harry rumbled back, arms coming up around them possessively, nuzzling them back in both a show of dominance and of possession. They were his. "Though I wasn't aware that you both had a creature inheritance?"

"Oh! Right, I'm a dark fae." Fred explained from his right.

"And I am a light fae." George added from his left, voice slightly muffled.

"Why did I not guess that…?" he muttered to himself. "It explains so much…"

Fred and George giggled softly as they practically fluttered off of his lap and over to the wall, leaning against it in almost mirror poses, except for Fred's slightly higher posture and George's curling into his brother almost imperceptibly.

"Draco." Harry beckoned the slightly shaking boy over with a stern movement of his hand, urging him to approach. When Draco stood before him, fidgeting with nerves and a tiny amount of fear, he reached out and pulled him, by his wrist, into his lap.

Instantly the boy curled under his chin and into his chest, one hand fisting the fabric there and he listened contently to the rumble of his alpha.

"Calm yourself, paulo amor (little love)." Harry murmured to the now content boy, smiling before urging him to take a seat on the large couch nearby. (A/N: I can't stand having to scroll all the way to the bottom to get the translation.)

"I am Tristan. Tristan Heartfilia. Sub." The boy, with white-blue eyes and silver-blue hair and an albino complexion ground out, only after being elbowed by a nearby boy.

"Come here." Harry said with a small frown at the boy's attitude.

Tristan did as he was told, but with a defiant glint in his eye, reminisce of a rebellious teenager, and a stubbornly lifted chin. Harry stood, pushing Tristan to his knees by his hair, instantly beginning to stroke it gently as though an apology for the rough movement.

"You deny your nature, your very being." He said with narrowed eyes and a tilted head. "Why?"

"I do not want to be… submissive." He snarled at the ground, looking like he wanted to punch something.

"Being submissive does not make you weak." Harry stated, watching as Tristan's head shot up to look at him with a disbelieving glint in his eye. "Nor does it make you a doormat. It doesn't make you delicate like glass or female. And it neither makes you someone nor something that you're not. If you're submissive, it's because you were always meant to be. I am not asking you to change yourself, stay the same. With your personality and your looks because god knows I can't complain about piercings." This earned him a small laugh. "When you think of the fact that you are a sub, think of that with pride. Think of bearing my children, of being held and loved. Cherished and protected, you will want for nothing. Do not think of yourself as worthless. Ever." He emphasised this with a gentle but forceful tug on Tristan's hair, urging the boy to meet his gaze once again, smiling gently when Tristan all but launched himself into his arms.

He comforted his second sub with his attentions and scent, releasing the pheromones all dominants possess that allow them to calm their subordinates and rumbling once again. He gently caught the nape of Tristan's neck in his teeth and held on, barely touching the skin and still the boy instinctively went completely limp in his arms, unable to move from the position his body has found itself in, nor wanting to.

"Good." Harry rumbled as he soothed the small bite with kisses and licks.

"Domine…" Tristan whined softly as he was gently moved away.

"I know, sub. I know." Harry comforted, rubbing his back and seating him next to Draco, the two, now that he thought about it almost identical, subs huddling together in an instinctive show of safety in numbers

"I am Noir, Domine!" a happy boy with white hair and olive skin bounded over to his lap.

"I'm Silas!" an equally happy boy, with chocolate brown eyes and golden hair, immediately launched himself into the his Domine's lap, easily fitting in the expansive and comforting embrace next to the other small boy.

"We're both your subs as well, Domine."

"Then it's Gabriel." Silas added.

"Why don't you come over here?" Harry motioned the pale, black-haired boy over with a smile, pulling him into the space in the middle of the other two subs, the three still fitting comfortably.

"Wow! You're so warm!" Noir enthused, grinning happily as he was playfully nipped by his fellow sub.

"It would feel that way. It's supposed to. You need to feel comfortable and safe in my embrace. More so than with anyone else." Harry explained patiently, smiling fondly at the three entwined figures curled up with him.

He could get used to this.

After a few more moments of self-indulgence, he ushered them over to the couch next to Draco and Tristan, the five bodies easily shifting to fit the five seater couch, curled against each other and chatting animatedly. He smiled when Fred and George instantly moved over, sitting on the arms and sliding down, squishing them even more until everyone was half seated on another's lap, talking happily to each other and leaning forward and back to exchange words.

It was… perfect.

He gently moved over to where Severus and Lucius sat at opposite ends of the couch, firmly planting himself between them and pulling them both into his sides firmly, one arm wrapped around each with a small smile on his face as he felt Severus hesitantly rest his head on his shoulder. Harry allowed his head to rest atop Severus' while pulling Lucius closer so that the long-haired blonde's face was buried just behind his shoulder, arms wrapped around his waist from both sides.

"So, does this mean…"

"Yes Beloved, Little One. This does mean." Harry replied, gently kissing the top of their heads before returning his gaze to the rest of his pack.

"Good." Severus murmured so quietly he could hardly hear, yet Harry still allowed a small smile to grace his lips as he watched his family.

"My sentiments exactly." Lucius replied.

After several more minutes had passed, they were interrupted by Albus' decree of his time being 'up'.

"I'm free!" he cried happily, practically leaping from the corner where he had spent the last fifteen minutes trying to sneak a look at the interactions and smiling and twinkling whenever he did.

"Yes, thank you Albus." Severus intoned dryly, already missing the comforting warmth of his Alpha's embrace.

"Now, Harry m'boy, how about a house tour?" Albus rubbed his hands together with glee.

"I think this stopped being a house when they began to build the second floor." Charlie muttered from where he had been discussing the similarities between Draegon and Dragons with the two betas.

"Come on, Harry! You have to show us around!" Ron grinned, excited by the prospect of exploring.

"Yeah Harry! How big is this house anyway…" Hermione muttered, shaking her head at the prospect.

"Alright! Geez, guys! I'm going." Harry laughed, holding his hands up in surrender as he led the way.

"The room we were just in was the living room, the main one. This is the entrance hall." Harry swept his arm around the grand expanse in front of them, their jaws dropping to the ground.

When they had first entered, it had been so fast a walk that they hadn't managed to get a real look at their surroundings, but now…! It was amazing. They had never seen anything like it, even the Malfoys who were known for their flamboyance had nothing like this.

The floors were marble, one giant slab running seamlessly; it seemed, throughout the floor. There were gold accents and the staircase was so wide they could all stand shoulder to shoulder and walk up it without touching the banister. The chandelier took their breath away, seeming to be made out of diamonds with tiny, gem-like flames inside of each, a different jewel-tone colour.

"This is the formal dining room." Harry said, opening the door to show them the massively long table with its solid gold and porcelain sets.

The casual living room was much nicer, with a soft purple rug and matching chairs that they could just sink into. There were about enough seats for 50 of them at the beautiful mahogany table in the casual dining room.

The kitchen was lovely, with a wall of windows and glass doors leading to the beautiful Japanese-style garden, complete with cherry blossoms. Mrs Weasley, everyone could tell, was itching to cook something in the luxury appliances scattered meticulously around the benches.

Harry showed them the second living room and laundry, explaining the chutes in their bathrooms for their dirty clothes which would automatically deposit them here, introduced them to the house-elf in charge of their laundry, Whimsy, and led them to the basement.

"This is the potions lab and yes, Severus, you can use it whenever you like." Harry smiled, having spoken the moment he saw Severus open his mouth. "This is the training room, which is open to everyone." He explained, showing them the expansive equipment.

"What about through there?" Draco asked, indicating the doors at the very end of the hall. They were made of very dark wood and he had to squint to see them clearly in the shadows.

"That is the West Wing. You are never to enter there. Under. Any. Circumstances." Harry said sternly, enunciating slowly to ensure that each word registered and they understood how serious he was. They would regret it.

His mates nodded, both fearfully and reverently. Amazed at the fact that they managed to be gifted with such a strong Alpha and terrified of what would happen if they did go in there.

"Up here is the ballroom." Harry explained, pointing to the massive double doors across from the stairs, and there are some bathrooms down that end and coatrooms down to the right." He said, pointing in both directions before moving up the steps.

"This," he said with a cheekily dramatic air about him, "is the library." He opened the doors with a flourish and allowed his mates and friends to gape in shock, grinning happily.

The library, Hermione thought, had to be the biggest in the world! It was the most amazing thing and she could feel herself inching forward, eager to start reading.

"There'll be time for that later. Come on!" Harry laughed, pulling the slightly reluctant Hermione away by her wrist and towards the other living rooms located on the floor, as well as the large room. He had converted one of the living rooms into a music room and loved the way Demetri, Noir and Tristan's faces brightened at the variety of instruments.

He preened a little as his mates inspected the possible classroom for their chicks with pride, unable to keep from puffing his chest out a little, which earned him an exasperatedly understanding and amused glance from Hermione who rolled her eyes at Ron, who was bemoaning the fate his future nieces and nephews would have to live through if their parents had a freaking classroom in their house.

"54?!" Remus gaped from next to Sirius when Harry showed them the playroom and then one of the identical bedrooms.

"Yes." Harry replied staring at him strangely as though the reason why should be obvious.

"It's not that weird." Silas smiled. "I mean, my al-father," he amended, seeing Harry's eyes narrow in warning, "is an Abel and he has two less in his pack than we do, only one beta and one less sub, but I'm one of 49. The 34th actually." He grinned at their shocked appearances.

"I am so glad I'm not you right now." Sirius muttered, staring at Harry appraisingly, only to take a step back in shocked fear as Harry growled warningly at him.

"You got anything bad to say about my pack?" he asked quietly, almost calmly in a way that instantly put Sirius on edge.

"N-n-no. Not at all." He laughed nervously.

"Good. Now, on the next floor…" he showed them where all their bedrooms are, Fred and George obviously sharing one, with the betas at one end of the hall, then the omegas, and down to the subs.

Naturally, they had all gaped when they saw the extent of their rooms. Complete with separate bathrooms, studies, sitting rooms and bedrooms, the 24 quarters located on that floor were massive.

"Wait! Where's your bedroom?" Silas asked after Harry had finished giving them the grand tour.

He shrugged, winking as he walked off, laughing. "You guys coming?" he called over his shoulder, walking back to the main living room.

"Oh! Right!" the others hurried after him.

"I understand it's late, so I think we should eat dinner before retiring. You can all stay the night, if you wish." Harry said, leading the way to the casual dining room on the ground floor.

"Wow…" Ron muttered, taking in the huge spread of gourmet food that was set all the way down the now white-clothed, flawlessly made tablecloth.

"You'll find that my house elves are the best money can buy," Harry started, sitting down at the head of the table with his betas and then sub-doms on his right and his omegas and submissives on his left, followed by the Weasleys and guests, then Sirius and the strange girl named Mel with Tom at the other end, declaring his status as Harry's heir.

"So Harry, what exactly happened? You know, after your inheritance?" Ron asked, mouth, typically, full with food.

"I'm terribly sorry, I'm afraid I wasn't listening, so distracted was I by the half-masticated food in your mouth." Harry said with a mockingly sincere face. Ron had the grace to blush slightly and swallow sheepishly before repeating his question.

"I left, rented a room in Diagon, went shopping, practiced my new powers, spent a good half-hour gaping at the appendages that appeared overnight on my back, visited my friend Shay who gave me the tats and piercings, bought this place, furnished it and then… well, etcetera and now here you are." He skimmed, smiling as he brought his fork to his mouth and chewed thoughtfully.

"But then, how-?" Severus started, only to cut off abruptly at the look his Alpha sent him, huddling down slightly in his chair and instinctively exposing his neck in apology with a small whimper.

"I'm sure we can discuss that later, omega." Harry smiled, but with a hard glint in his eyes that told the Potions Master to drop it. A second later, all the tension, only noticed by the pack members, disappeared from the air and the conversation moved back to lighter topics.

"So Harry, did you see the Chudley Cannons' last game?" Ron asked, mouth mercifully empty.

Harry chuckled softly at his old friend, he hadn't realised how much he had missed them. "Are you referring to the one where Puddlemere United sent them home with their tails stuck between their legs, rather than their brooms?" he smirked.

Ron gasped as though greatly insulted and stared, aghast, at Harry. "Harry, buddy, please… please tell me you aren't a Puddle? Please, tell me you aren't!"

"Okay, I am not a puddle." He said, waiting for his friend to exhale softly and relax before delivering the final blow. "I am, however, a Puddlemere United fan."

"No!" Ron cried in overly-dramatic dismay, clutching at his chest as though in physical pain.

"Honestly, Ronald, stop being so-so…" Hermione floundered for a moment, searching for the right word to end her chastise.

"Histrionic?" Harry offered, smirking around his drink.

"Thank you Harry." Hermione said flippantly. "Stop being so histrionic- wait. Since when are you that intelligent?" she turned to Harry in confusion.

"I have a sneaking suspicion I should take great offense at that." Harry mused thoughtfully, pursing his lips and narrowing his eyes in a mock rendition of considering something carefully.

"Oh… hush." Hermione flushed softly as what she said caught up with her and she shot the chuckling Ron a glare. "And you!"

"Calm down Hermione, its fine, I'm sure." Harry chuckled, shaking his head when Hermione's head shot back around to him hard enough to cause whiplash, busy hair flipping around her face as she flushed. How he had missed them.

"So, Harry, m'boy," Albus began, "what exactly are your plans for the new semester?"

Harry pursed his lips thoughtfully as he eyes his now very attentive packmates. "Well, I suppose it would depend…" he trailed off; giving an obvious hint to leave it there that of course the old man didn't take.

"Depend on what?" Albus pushed when Harry took too long to answer.

"On the discussion I shall have with my mates." He replied firmly, shooting the old man a warning glare.

"Ah… of course, my boy…" Albus laughed, slightly nervously as he produced a yellow candy from his pocket. "Lemon drop?"

"…no." Harry deadpanned, raising one eyebrow and returning to his food, signalling the end of the conversation.

The rest of the meal was passed by small conversations overlapping each other, and bouts of laughter when a joke stretched the length of the table. Harry looked down at Mel, sitting next to Tom, and she nodded at him, wiping her clean mouth with her napkin and lining her unused cutlery up on her clean plate.

"Shall we retire to the living room?" Harry asked, standing after confirming that all his guests were well and truly done with their meals. "Fabulous." He snapped his fingers after receiving affirmative responses from all and the dishes disappeared, leaving one house elf standing next to the door.

"We have prepared the rooms for your guests, my lord, sir." The slightly feminine voice informed him, bowing and pointedly ignoring, as did Harry, Hermione's affronted gasp.

"Thank you Mimsy. Tell the others to lay out a set of clothes for everyone in their rooms and prepare the townhouse for habitation. We will be leaving tomorrow." He waved his hand to dismiss her, and with one final bow she popped back to the kitchen to relay the orders. "That was Mimsy. She is head house elf. If you require anything I ask that you call her, as our other house elves are not permitted to be in company."

"Harry!" Hermione stared at him, looking like she was about to give him a lecture. "How could you enslave those poor, innocent creatures-"

"Silence." He told her, voice harsh and cold, and she obeyed instantly. "Stop speaking before you make an even bigger fool of yourself."

He cut her off as she opened her mouth to argue. "Have you ever even thought to ask them if they wish to be free? If they feel they are being mistreated, or do not enjoy what they do? It was, after all, house elves that approached wizards, I'll have you know."

Her mouth snapped shut, and she blushed as she looked around at the purebloods, who were all pointedly staring anywhere else.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley!" she screeched, resembling said boy's mother enough to make him flinch. "You knew?! You knew and you didn't tell me?" she slapped him upside the head, and Harry just shook his head fondly, and led his family back to the living room.

"Now, there is one thing you have to be aware of in this, or any, of my houses," he began, opening the door as he spoke. "You'll find they, quite often, are-"

SPLASH!

"…booby-trapped."

Harry stood with a decidedly unamused expression on his face, dripping with water, before glaring up at the bucket hanging from the doorway. He distinctly heard muffled sniggers at the back of the group, and turned to stare venomously at Tom and Sirius, both of whom had their fists in their mouths in an effort to stop the hysterics, and took a moment to notice the proverbial knives being aimed at their foreheads.

"Erm…" Tom laughed nervously, backing away slowly.

"We'll just… go…" Sirius said, turning on his heel in synch with Tom as both of them took off up the stairs like the devil himself was on their heels.

"I'll get them later." Harry said, almost to himself. "Not like they can go very far." He added as he walked through the threshold, drying himself instantly and vanishing the bucket, before sprawling elegantly in his armchair. "Please." He motioned for everyone else to sit also.

He cleared his throat. "Now, I understand that it is nearing 9, so I shall make this quick. I have one absolute rule in this house, and that is that from midnight to sunrise, none of you are to wander the halls. If you are in your room, or even another's, then that is where you shall stay until the sun has risen over the horizon. Do not ask me why, because I shall not tell you," he held up a hand to stop the questions, "just know that this is absolute, and that if you must understand how crucial it is that you obey, even if you never understand anything else in your life. Clear?"

A unanimous 'yes' echoed back at him, and he smiled easily, dark attitude gone. "Wonderful. Now, I shall show the rest of you to your rooms, while my dear mates could please adjourn to the drawing room (casual living room shall be referred to as that)."

He lead his friends to their rooms on the fourth floor, ignoring Ron's complaints of how his mates' got the nice rooms and they didn't, before slipping into a corner and reappearing in a shadow just outside the room that held his beloved pack. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves, before entering.

"Domine!" Silas was, predictably, the first to launch himself at Harry the moment he walked in the door, followed by his other subs and eventually, the rest of his mates and there was a moment where they all just held each other, and Harry had never felt happier in his life.

When they pulled back, some took seats while Harry leaned against a table, next to where Demetri sat in an armchair.

"So… domine…"

"You may call me Harry." He interrupted gently, smiling softly at his little Noir, who smiled and nodded energetically.

"Yes. Harry… erm, well. That is, to say-"

"What he is trying to get at is that we want to know what rules we shall be living under." Aspen said with a slightly sardonic tone, raising an eyebrow at Harry, who took the challenge for what it was and reacted. Strongly.

Warning

He launched himself across the room, grabbed the boy- no, man's 7 foot frame and hauled it back to the side table he had been leaning against, throwing him face down over it and pulling both his trousers and pants down to his knees at once, easily holding the struggling form down with one hand with the other pulled apart his cheeks and exposed his anus.

"This, here," he said, harshly, not even shaken by the full body shoves he was getting from the large form of his beta to get him off, as he fingered the outside of the twitching entrance lightly, gaining a distressed sound. "No one else is to touch you here. No one but me. Mine!" he snarled loudly all of a sudden, shocking his mates into taken aback gaping, even as they all fell to their knees and bowed.

And, during it all, Harry's hidden eye flashed the colour of blood and rage.

Section over (even I felt a little uncomfortable writing that, but only because it was mean ;_; I feel so bad…)

"Domine…" he heard a soft, distressed whimper and seemed to snap back to attention, looking down at the no longer struggling, but subdued and pliant.

He quickly helped his beta get dressed, cupping the back of the man's head as he dropped to his knees and buried his face in Harry's stomach, still making soft distressed sounds in the back of his throat and shaking a little.

"I'm sorry, Asp." He crooned gently, stroking the cropped black hair. "But you shouldn't have challenged me. I am," he placed a finger under his beta's chin, lifting the slightly tear-streaked face to stare at his and meeting the glassy purple eyes with his own, "the alpha of this pack. I make the decisions."

He wanted nothing more than to drop to his knees, apologise profusely and hold his beautiful, strong beta that he had reduced to tears to him, while promising never to do it again. However, he knew that what he had just done had stopped a lot of conflict which would have undoubtedly come in the future between himself and the dominant man before him, and that if he were to do that it would all end up having been for nothing.

"Yes, domine." Aspen replied softly, rubbing his face into Harry's hand and relaxing, and Harry just didn't understand how he could be so… calm around him, having humiliated him in front of their entire pack, day one.

He put it to the back of his mind and pulled Aspen up to meet him as he leaned down, pressing his lips fiercely to the other man's, in front of his entire, still kneeling but now staring wide-eyed, pack. Aspen's mouth opened for him compliantly, and he thrust his tongue inside, mapping it out and pushing at Aspen's own, who let out a soft moan, knees buckling as he wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, letting his alpha take his weight in one of the ultimate submissive gestures, and the others all relaxed considerably when Harry wrapped one arm around Aspen's waist, holding him up and against him with ease.

When he pulled back, he stood up strongly, still holding the limp body of his beta against him and faced his pack. "I am alpha, and I will not tolerate being challenged. By any of you."

His gaze met theirs each, individually, and he saw the same message reflected in each gaze. 'We recognise you, alpha.'