Creaturae Vindicatae

Lord Harrison James Potter-Black
Your presence is requested on Saturday, February 24th at 9 am. There are a few matters of your vaults to discuss that are of the utmost importance. The status of your Houses and heirs among them. After that, there will be many things to speak with you that are incredibly important. I must also insist that you come alone for this meeting as it is a very private matter. I can not stress enough how important it is that you arrive at this time to discuss things. I have included a portkey for you that will activate at 9 am sharp.

May your enemies tremble in your wake,
Account Manager, Axeclaw

Harry sipped his coffee as he read the letter. Today was Friday so he would need to make arrangements so that he could go tomorrow. He was supposed to be doing something but it could be postponed until Sunday morning. He picked up that daily prophet next. The front cover had Hermione smiling next to the Minister. The cover was nothing new. Minister for Magic and Right Hand Do it Again. Which meant that another horrendous creature law had been passed. He didn't understand how things had gotten so horribly out of hand.

He did not agree with the way that Hermione was helping to run things in the ministry. She had started out small as an assistant in the Magical Creatures department of the ministry. Then she became the head of the department and began working to pass a lot of laws. The first one that she managed to push through was about house elves.

She had finally after many years passed laws that forced wixen to free all of their elves whether they wanted it or not. It took two years for them to all die off. Hermione and the others who had pushed for the laws finally realized what others had been trying to tell her all along about the fact that it was a mutually beneficial relationship between house elves and wixen. But it was too late for the lesson to be learned.

Even with that mistake, she continued to work her way up the ladder in the ministry until she was the undersecretary to the current minister. Hermione and the Minister began pushing and implementing laws that subjugated all creatures considered Dark. The subjugation didn't stop there. It extended to people with Dark cores. Now decades later, nearly all creatures had been hunted to extinction and anyone born with a Dark Core was stripped of their magic and abandoned in the muggle world. Harry hated everything about the way the world was now.

He looked at the pictures of his children that were sitting on his mantle. He knew that he should miss them but it was hard to miss people he had never been given the chance to bond with. He knew it was because of Ginny. The two of them had married a year after the war had ended. They had been happy for a while, at least Harry had thought they were. She had encouraged him to join the Aurors and she had gone on to join the Hollyhead Harpies.

Then their first son was born. James Sirius Potter. Harry had loved him and doted on him as much as he could. Ginny was very possessive of all of their children. She spoiled them far more than Harry thought they should be. Harry had disagreed with her about how much she spoiled them but she just did it anyway. It was a losing battle. Then they started to drift apart. Conversations turned into arguments and the arguments turned into fights.

Ginny started spending all of her free time at her parents' house or Ron and Hermione's home. Harry spent his days off alone so he just started throwing himself into his work and didn't take days off anymore. When things started going south in the ministry Harry had finally had enough and he had quit his job as Head Auror. That seemed to be the final straw for Ginny. They had a huge fight that ended with them being separated but she refused to divorce him. He of course let them stay in Potter Manor and he had moved to Grimmauld Place.

It had only gotten worse from there. His kids started to treat him as badly as Ginny did and his relationship with the other Weasleys just grew strained and uncomfortable. When the creature laws started being passed he gave up on the wixen world completely. He had the Goblins renew the fidelius on Grimmauld and retreated from the public almost completely. He started putting out feelers for creatures on the run and giving them shelter until they could get passage out of the country. He essentially became part of the creature resistance and was perfectly fine with that.

Now he was 36 years old and hadn't been seen by the public in many years. Many thought he had gone Dark and they weren't entirely wrong. Harry had educated himself on many things that the current world would consider Dark. He had a lot of time on his hands being sequestered away in Grimmauld most of the time. So he read and he learned. He had gotten pretty decent at potions since he didn't venture out to buy things anymore. He also turned one of the rooms into a dueling room and had taught himself quite a bit.

He could be thrown in Azkaban for knowing the things that he knew and practiced now. He had long ago snapped his wand when he realized that it still had a trace on it. Afterward, he had felt a near-constant urge to hunt down the wand he had snapped after the Battle of Hogwarts. Dumbledore's old wand now hummed nicely in his wand holster. He had also taken the time to hunt down the stone he had left in the forest. He didn't know why he had done it but it had just felt right to have them. He wore it in a warded necklace that he had spelled to stay under his clothes.

Harry glanced up at the mirror hanging on the wall across from him. His green eyes looked bright and full of power like they always did these days. He had learned a Dark spell many years back that had healed his eyes and had happily thrown his glasses in the trash. He was far more scarred now than he had ever been before. He had a large gash going down the right side of his face from a cutting curse that had not been healed in time to prevent scaring. His neck had claw marks across it from a rabid werewolf that had tried to rip his throat out. He had locked himself away during the next full moon but for some reason he never turned. It was something that was still a mystery to him. There were many other scars from bites and curses all over his body but he didn't mind. There was a story behind each one.

"Master Potter, Sir," A small house elf popped into the room with him.

"Yes, Blippy?" Harry asked without looking down at her. He had many house elves tied to him currently. He had done what he could when they started dying off. He knew he wasn't the only one. There were a lot of pureblood families that had kept their house elves but made sure they were always hidden when Aurors showed up or other guests that would rat them out.

"Your guests be waking, Sir. Master Teddy is also wondering if you will be joining them for breakfast today," Blippy informed him. Harry nodded.

"Yes, I need to speak with them all about a schedule change anyway. Thank you, Blippy," Harry replied and then smiled when she refilled his coffee before popping away. He currently had three werewolves, a vampire, two house elves, and a wood elf in his home waiting to be smuggled out of the country. He had been planning on moving them tomorrow but it wouldn't hurt anyone to wait until Sunday to do it. He just needed to let them know. He penned a quick letter to his contact at the border and sent it off in a flash of fire.

"Hey Pops," Teddy said with a grin as Harry sat down at the head of the table. Harry smiled at him. Ginny may have poisoned his kids against him but Teddy was still his. Andromeda had owled him many years ago when Creature Laws started to change, begging him to take Teddy and hide him. She had gotten word that they were coming for him and she wanted to try and keep him safe. Teddy had been very young, too young to start Hogwarts when Harry had assumed full responsibility for him. Teddy had taken to calling him dad or pops when he had turned twelve. Now, Teddy was 18 and he helped Harry with their house guests and was also shaping up to be an amazing duelist.

Harry made sure that he learned everything that he needed to know so that he was properly educated. He also taught him everything he would need to survive whether it was 'light' or 'dark'. It didn't matter to Harry as long as Teddy had the knowledge to protect himself.

"Hey, kid. Sleep well?" Harry asked him. Teddy nodded and stole Harry's coffee. He made a face and then passed it right back over to Harry. The older man chuckled.

"Ugh, I can't believe you drink that sludge. How do you even manage to get coffee that black?" Teddy said with disgust. Harry just took another drink and smiled at the teenager.

"Kreature has connections," Harry said with a shrug. "He knows how to keep me functioning." Teddy took a drink of the juice that popped up next to him to wash the taste out of his mouth.

"Of course, that little menace does. Are you sure he isn't poisoning you?" Teddy asked. Harry just chuckled and started eating his bacon as the plates popped up in front of them. They were soon joined by the three werewolves and the wood elf. Each one murmured a quick "Morning Lord Potter-Black". No matter how many times he had asked them to call him Harry they had refused. Teddy thought it was hilarious.

"I am going to have to make a small change in our plans this weekend. Something has come up and I have been summoned to Gringotts. I was told it is a matter of importance so I need to handle it. I have already informed my contact at the border. So instead of moving you all Saturday we are going to do it Sunday," Harry informed them.

"Will it still be safe?" The elf asked. Harry nodded.

"Yes. I would not risk your lives or mine by moving you when it was not perfectly safe. The event that will have everyone distracted Saturday morning will still be going on Sunday morning," Harry assured those at the table.

"Then I see nothing wrong with it. We are weary another day of rest will do us some good," The eldest werewolf stated.

"If you need something please let one of the house elves know I have many potions stocked up for pain and other things. Teddy and I will be in the dueling room for the better part of the day," Harry informed them. Teddy groaned.

"Do we have to?" Teddy whined. Harry ruffled his now purple hair.

"Yeah, Kid we do. Neither of us can afford to get lazy. If I learned anything from Fake-Moody, it was Constant Vigilance. In the world that we live in we can not afford to be lax in our training," Harry said. Teddy just nodded. It was something that he had heard so many times since coming to Harry. He loved Harry so much. Harry was a great dad. He didn't understand why Harry's kids treated him the way that they did. He had promised himself a long time ago that he would be the best son Harry could ask for and love him the way that his own kids should have.

"You're right, Pops. Today will be the day that I knock you on your ass," Teddy taunted. Harry just snorted.

"You still have quite a bit of training before you are capable of knocking me around. But I enjoy it when you try," Harry said with a laugh. Teddy sat back and pouted. Harry was a master. He was so powerful. Teddy was pretty sure that no one could rival him at his current skill level. If Harry wanted he could become the next Dark Lord and there wouldn't be anyone that could stand against him. There were a lot of people who were afraid of Harry even when he was helping them. Teddy had never been afraid. Teddy had always felt protected and comforted by the feel of all that power. He knew that Harry wouldn't hesitate to use it to protect him.

After breakfast, they headed to the dueling room where Harry worked him hard to learn a few new spells as well as practice the ones he already knew. They had eaten their meals in the dueling room and when Harry had finally decided to call it quits they both fell into bed aching and exhausted.

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"Greetings Lord Potter-Black. I am Account Manager Axeclaw. If you would follow me this way please we can get straight to it," Harry looked over the fierce-looking Goblin who had been waiting for him. Harry just nodded and followed the Goblin. This was a hall that he had never seen before it was much more elaborately decorated than the ones that he was used to. When they entered the office it was huge and looked like it belonged to a very important Goblin. The goblin in question was already seated behind the desk in what honestly looked like a throne to Harry. Axeclaw bowed low to the goblin so Harry gave a small bow as well.

"Welcome, Lord Potter-Black. I am Silver Tooth. King of the Goblins," The Goblins introduced himself. Well, I guess that explained the throne. Harry bowed again but a little lower this time.

"I am honored to meet you, King of the Goblins," Harry said with respect. Goblins were the only creatures who hadn't been hunted to extinction yet. But they had recently been forbidden from leaving the bank and their mines. He knew that it was probably rubbing them all the wrong way. Harry would do nothing to piss them off.

"For today, Lord Potter-Black, you may simply call me Silver Tooth and forgo formalities so that we can get through this meeting efficiently," The Goblin King waved him into the seat across the desk from him.

"Then I insist that you call me, Harry," He replied. The Goblin King passed a parchment and dagger across to Harry.

"Five drops on the parchment, please just to ensure that you are yourself," Silver Tooth instructed. Harry did as he was told. Then they waited as the parchment filled itself out. Silver Tooth looked it over and then handed it to Axeclaw.

"It is as we suspected. Harry, there is a lot that you need to be informed of. It was discovered a week ago that Griphook was falsifying documents and keeping things from you that are quite vital and important," Silver Tooth stated solemnly.

"What does that mean? He was stealing money?" Harry asked confused.

"I am afraid it is much worse than that. He has been falsifying documents since you were first brought in to have an inheritance test done. You were lied to about your Titles and many other things. I am afraid that you have been done a huge disservice," Silver Tooth made a motion with his hand and Axeclaw passed Harry the parchment he was holding. The Goblins remained quiet while Harry read over it.

Harrison James Potter-Black
Born July 31, 1980
Mother: Lily Jane Potter nee Evans (Deceased June 30, 1997)
Father: James Charlus Potter (Deceased June 30, 1997)

Godfathers: Sirius Orion Black (Deceased June 18, 1996)
Remus John Lupin (Deceased May 2, 1998)
Regulus Arcturus Black (Deceased June 30, 1997)

Spouse: Ginerva Molly Potter-Black nee Weasley
Children: None
Godchild: Edward Remus Lupin

Creature Inheritance: Dominate Drake (Suppressed by A.P.W.B.D July 31, 1996)
Mates: Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, Submissive Veela (Deceased January 16, 2010)
Severus Tobias Snape, Submissive Shadow Phoenix (Deceased May 2, 1998)
Tom Marvolo Riddle, Submissive Drake (Deceased May 2, 1998)

Titles Held:
By Birth:
Lord of the Ancient and Noble House Potter
Duke of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House Peverell
Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House Gryffindor
Lord of the Noble House Sayre
Inherited:
Lord of the Ancient and Noble House Black
By Conquest:
Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House Slytherin
Lord of the Ancient and Noble House Gaunt
Master Of Death

Blocks, Spells, and Compulsions:
Magical Core Blocked: 100% Broken (Placed By: A.P.W.B.D November 1, 1981)
Creature Inheritance: 100% Blocked (Placed By: A.P.W.B.D July 31, 1996)
Eidetic Memory: 60% Blocked (Placed By: A.P.W.B.D November 1, 1981)
Parseltongue: 100% Broken (Placed By: A.P.W.B.D November 1, 1981)
Mate Bonds: 100% Blocked (Placed By: A.P.W.B.D. July 31, 1996)

Compulsion keyed to Ginerva M. Potter-Black (Placed By. A.P.W.B.D November 1, 1981, Maintained by: Ginerva M. Potter-Black)
Compulsion keyed to Ronald B. Weasley (Placed By: A.P.W.B.D August 31, 1991, Maintained by: Ginerva M. Potter-Black)
Compulsion keyed to Hermione J. Weasley nee Granger (Placed By: A.P.W.B.D October 31, 1991, Maintained by: Ginerva M. Potter-Black)

Harry stopped reading. He was so angry. There was so much information here. So much that made sense. So much didn't. This was crazy. No Children?

"We are willing to answer all of your questions. We know that you have many," Silver Tooth stated calmly. Harry nodded.

"I will start from the top then. This says that my parents died the same night that Dumbledore did. How is that possible?" Harry asked.

"We are only informed when one of our patrons passes. We do not know the details of the passing. We can tell you that the magic is never wrong. Your parents did not die the night it was claimed they did. Since they died the same day that Dumbledore allegedly did we can assume they were somehow tethered to the old man," Axeclaw explained to him. Harry nodded.

"I am assuming that A.P.W.B.D is Dumbledore is it not?" Harry asked his next question. The Goblin King nodded. "That manipulative old bastard. If he wasn't dead, I would kill him myself." Harry looked down at the parchment again. "You said allegedly died."

"Yes. His death was reported but our magic did not show his death. According to our records, he is still alive currently. We checked into his account manager as well and learned that Dumbledore left everything to a distant nephew who goes by the name Kendell Wulfric," Silver Tooth stated. Harry looked up at him in shock.

"Kendell Wulfric? The current Minister for Magic that just showed up from America two decades ago? Are you trying to tell me that he is Dumbledore in disguise?" Harry said in shock which gave way quickly to anger.

"They are one and the same," Silver Tooth confirmed. Harry had to close his barriers down on his magic. He could feel it sparking on his fingers and he did not want to seem aggressive to these two goblins.

"I am going to murder him. He won't survive the year," Harry promised.

"We understand your anger, Harry. But we need to keep going and you will understand why you were truly called," Silver Tooth attempted to soothe him. Harry took a deep breath and then another before he opened his flashing green eyes and nodded. He was as calm as he was going to get.

"Fine, next question. This says I have no children. But I have three. How is that possible?" Harry asked. He pulled tight on his occlumency shields so that he could keep control of his anger. He knew that he was not going to like what they had to tell him next. Axeclaw placed three pieces of parchment on the desk in front of Harry.

James Sirius Potter-Black
Born July 16, 2005
Mother: Ginerva Molly Potter-Black nee Weasley
Father: Michael Wayne Corner

Harry went no further he moved on to the next parchment.

Albus Severus Potter-Black
Born August 27, 2006
Mother: Ginerva Molly Potter-Black nee Weasley
Father: Michael Wayne Corner

Harry set both papers to the side and looked at the one for his only daughter. Though if the other two were anything to go by she wasn't his at all.

Lily Luna Potter-Black
Born March 25, 2008
Mother: Ginerva Molly Potter-Black nee Weasley
Father: Michael Wayne Corner

Harry was so pissed. Ginny had been cheating on him for Merlin knew how long. She had gotten pregnant by someone else and then pawned off their children on Harry. It was probably the reason she had refused to divorce him. Because she had no right to his money. She would have had it if those kids had been Harry's but they weren't so her only hope was to remain married and hope he died soon. She had probably been very happy when he had disappeared. He took a few minutes to breathe through his anger and then it finally occurred to him why Ginny had acted the way she had about those kids.

The reason they never had any interest in getting to know Harry or even visiting with him. They probably knew he wasn't their father. At least he had never been given the opportunity to truly bond with them. Ginny had made sure of that.

"Thank you. Obviously, I want them removed from everything and I want to start the process of divorcing Ginny as well," Harry told them. Axeclaw nodded but the King just stared at him.

"Any more questions?" Silver Tooth asked. Harry nodded and picked back up his parchment.

"I know what a Creature inheritance is. What does this mean that mine was suppressed?" Harry asked. His heart was stuttering in his chest. He didn't know what to make of the information he was looking at.

"It means, Harry. That you came into a Creature Inheritance on your sixteenth birthday. You became a Dominant Drake. However, Dumbledore locked that part of you away and erased your memory of it ever happening. The three men mentioned below were your fated mates. You are powerful and the more powerful you are the more submissives you require to keep you from becoming overwhelmed by your magic. Your mate bonds were blocked at the same time your inheritance was locked away. You never had the chance to know them as anything other than enemies. Three more people who were suppressed or manipulated by Dumbledore. We have their documentation as well," Silver Tooth explained.

Harry rubbed his chest. Something inside of him was hurting because of this knowledge. Three people who had been fated for him. All of them had been manipulated and kept apart from each other. Harry had killed one of them himself, was the reason one of them died in prison, and the last died with Harry thinking he was an enemy. He wanted to rip Dumbledore limb from limb.

"If I asked you to release the suppressions on my Inheritance could you do it? And would it affect me badly knowing that my mates were dead?" Harry asked finally.

"We could do it for you, Harry. It would be very bad for you however and painful daily knowing that parts of yourself were missing. You would not live a full life," Axeclaw explained to him. "There would also be the matter of your magic. It could grow out of control without the submissives to level you out."

"So that isn't an option that we want to consider," Harry stated after a moment of thinking about it. "I hold eight titles?" A nod from Silver Tooth. "Does Ginny know?" Another nod from the Goblin King. "She has been using them for herself." It was not a question but Silver Tooth nodded again anyway. Harry sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Who else?"

"Hermione is using your Sayre vaults, signed over to her by Dumbledore in 1991 and again in 2000 by Ginerva. Ron is using your Gryffindor vaults signed over to him by Dumbledore in 1991 and again in 2000 by Ginerva. Dumbledore is using your Gaunt vaults, signed over to him by himself in 1981 and then again in 2000 by Ginerva. Molly Weasley is using your Peverell vault, signed over to her by Dumbledore in 1981 and again in 2000 by Ginerva. She has been using the Slytherin vaults for herself first signed over to her in 1992 by Dumbledore," Axeclaw read off a parchment in his hands.

Harry was gripping his fists tightly. That meant that Ron and Hermione were both fakes. He noticed that none of the other Weasleys seemed to be involved which he was thankful for. It would have hurt him more, he thinks if Fred and George or even Bill and Charlie whom he had grown close to over the years had not truly been his friends. He once again closed his eyes and began counting in French. He had made himself learn many languages over the years. When he had reached sixty-two he felt calm enough to open his eyes and continue.

"Can we at least cleanse my system of the other compulsions, blocks, and spells?" Harry asked finally.

"We can. But before we get to that we would like to get to the real reason we have asked you to come in today. This was all just to get us to this point. We are your friends, Lord Potter. All creatures are. We know what you have been doing for the past decade or more. There have been stories that the famous Harry Potter has gone rogue and that he offers all creatures a safe place to stay before helping them safely flee the country. Is this true?" Silver Tooth asked him seriously.

"Yes, it is true. Do you have Goblins that need help? I am taking a group out of the country in the morning," Harry told them honestly. He saw no reason to lie to them. They had been perfectly honest with him and had revealed many truths to him. Silver Tooth and Axeclaw smirked in a most dangerous and pleased way.

"Good. Thank you for confirming. We have a mission for you Lord Potter. Will you accompany us to a meeting room? There are other leaders of Creature Kind waiting to speak with you," Silver Tooth asked. Harry was curious about the invitation. Leaders of Creature Kind wanted to meet with him. Maybe they were going to help him set up a better system of getting people out. It was always good to have help in high places.

"I will go with you," Harry stated simply and then followed the Goblin King and Axeclaw through an opening behind the desk. He was led down many corridors and one very long winding staircase before he entered a room where many people were sitting in a semi-circle waiting for them. Silver Tooth took the throne in the center and Axeclaw indicated the one chair in front of them all for Harry to take. He did and looked at those that were gathered. On the left side of the Goblin King there was a Veela, Drake, Vampire, Naga, and a Centaur. On the right-hand side of the King, there was a House elf, a werewolf, an Unseelie Sidhe, a Seelie Sidhe, a Druid, a Kitsune, and surprisingly a Dementor. He sat quietly and waited for them to speak.

"Do you know why you have been asked to come here today?" The Drake male asked. Harry simply shook his head.

"I have only been told that you are aware of what I have done to help creatures get to safety and that you wished to speak with me," Harry told them calmly. The Drake nodded.

"Creature Kind is in danger of becoming extinct. Other countries are beginning to cave to the pressure that the Ministry is placing on them about creature laws. It is now legal to hunt creatures in three countries. We need help a champion if you will," The Veela spoke next. She was beautiful and yet severe. The same way Harry remembered Lucius Malfoy when he thought about him beyond the hate and anger he had felt for him.

"I am only one man. I don't know what difference I could truly make but I am willing to try if you have a plan," Harry replied to her.

"We have a plan. We have been working on it for three years and finally, we have accomplished what we set out to do," The Unseelie Sidhe stated with a little excitement.

"Then what role do you need to me play for you?" Harry asked again.

"We want to send you back in time. You will remain the age you are now with all of the knowledge and power that you currently hold. We will send you back to the summer before your second your. That is the year that you may begin truly making changes that will affect our future," The Vampire picked up the explanation.

"You want to send me back in time? I am assuming this is a one-way ticket that will be my new present because hopefully, this present will no longer exist correct?" A nod from the vampire confirmed it.

"We have studied things about your past and have made notes of major things that must change, everything else will be at your discretion. You will live your life the way that you want to for the most part. We are going to remove all blocks, compulsions, and spells that have been placed on you. As well as the one on your creature. You are being sent back to a time when your mates will all once again be available to you. They will all have to be cleansed as well of course. But they will be there for you to claim," The Centaur chimed in.

"So I am basically getting a second chance to reverse most of Dumbledore's manipulations? I am going back to a time when my parents were alive somewhere. Sirius and Remus are alive. I can change everything? How will I help Tom though? His soul was ripped apart and he was crazy," Harry thought out loud.

"We have worked that out for you as well. You read your inheritance test. You have a title there that you did not mention earlier in your questioning," The Goblin King spoke up. Harry thought about it and pulled the sheet out of his pocket.

"Master of Death?" Harry said out loud. "What does that mean?" The Dementor hovered closer to him. He heard a voice in his mind.

It means Master that you have gathered the Hollows that you carry with you. The Cloak of Invisibility, The Stone of Resurrection, and The Wand of Elder. You are the Master of my Master. Your people call us Dementor but we are truly named Reapers of Death. Our Master, Lady Death has given us the means of putting your Mate's soul back together and restoring his sanity

Harry reached out in shock as the skeletal hand held out a small journal to him.

This carries the ritual that you will need as well as other facts that our Lady thought you should know. She will come to you, Master when you have need of her. You need only to call for her as she instructs in the journal. We are there for you to command as well, Master. We are happy to serve. I am here as a leader for us but you are our true leader

"Thank you, I am most grateful for this. This journal explains the whole Master of Death thing as well doesn't it?" Harry asked the Reaper.

Yes, Master

Harry nodded and instead of moving back to their seat the Reaper took a place behind Harry to his left. A now silent sentinel. That was definitely going to take some getting used to but he would take all of the allies that he could get.

"Can someone travel with me?" Harry asked suddenly. The Drake smiled comfortingly at him.

"Yes, your Godson will travel with you. He is truly the only family that you have here and we would not deprive you of him. You would only need to ensure that he is not born in your new timeline. Two of the same soul cannot exist at the same time for long without severe consequences," The Drake informed him.

"Would that not prevent him from existing then?" Harry asked curiously If he was never born then how could he exist?

"Very good question. This is not like using a time-turner. This is a complicated ritual that will essentially move you through time as if you entered a completely different timeline. Nothing that you do will affect you or your godson at all. You will stand outside of time, in a way for a while until you have settled into the new timeline," The Seelie Sidhe explained.

"So what happens to my twelve-year-old self since we can not exist in the same time period?" Harry asked.

"He will die. You will arrive at a time during the summer when your uncle was beating you but he will not stop this time. Death will take that soul before the beating starts and meld it with your own. The boy will feel nothing of the beating and when his heart stops you will retrieve the piece of Tom that dwelled within him. You will be given a special container that will hold the soul piece until you are ready to make it whole," The Vampire spoke again.

"The Boy Who Lived will die and the world will mourn him. Hadrian Peverell will rise from the ashes. Tom Riddle will be resurrected you will claim your mates and together the four of you will change the world. Make it better for Creatures everywhere. So that we may flourish," The Druid finally spoke.

"And what of you all? Am I on my own with Teddy once we get there?" Harry asked. It would suck but he would do this. He just didn't know if he wanted to do it alone.

"Those of us who will participate in the ritual to send you back will remember everything in the new timeline. This consciousness will meld with that one. We will return to our past selves the only thing we will retain is our memories. You will not be on your own. We will be there to guide you when it is needed. We will also help search for those that are alive but missing such as your parents and Godfather Regulus," The House elf replied. That was the most well-spoken elf Harry had ever heard.

"That will be very helpful. Thank you," Harry said with a small bow. "Is there anything else of importance that I need to know?"

"This is everything I believe but even if it is not we will be there to help you along," Silver Tooth assured him.

"OK, So when do we want to do this thing?" Harry asked them with a grin. He wasn't one for waiting if he didn't have to.

"We are ready now, Lord Potter. We can send someone to retrieve your Godson," The Veela answered him.

"Tell whoever goes to get him 'Parseltongue is ridikulus' It is our code word this week," Harry instructed. Axeclaw nodded and stepped out of the room. "So what do we do while we wait?"

"We are going to take you for a cleansing, Lord Potter," Silver Tooth stated. "It is time to become your true self." Harry nodded and grinned back at the Goblin King. Harry followed Axeclaw out of the meeting room and into a cleansing room. The last thing Harry remembered before passing out was pain that made him wish for Death.

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"Hey Pops. You have really cool wings now. And like horns, honest to Merlin horns on your head now," Harry blinked his eyes open to see his Godson leaning over him with a look of awe on his face. "You are even cooler now than you were this morning." Harry groaned and pushed his Godson off him so that he could sit up.

"Too loud, Kid," Harry groaned out. His ears felt extra sensitive and his eyes felt super sharp and clear. He could smell everything and was more acutely aware of Teddy as a creature than he was before. It was strange. He looked down at his clawed hands and a fine covering of scales all over his exposed skin. He conjured a mirror and got a shock when he looked at himself. He did actually have horns, large horns that curved back and had a sharp point. They were as black as his hair but had emerald green that matched his eyes streaking up them like lightning. His hair was now just a smidge longer than it was before. Harry could probably pull it back into a pony now.

He had pointed ears and his pupils were slanted like a cat's eye or he guessed a Dragon's eye would be more appropriate. He had fangs and large beautiful black wings with the same emerald lightning streaking through them spread out behind him. Teddy was right he did look pretty cool.

"Finished checking yourself out yet, Pops?" Teddy teased. Harry just chuckled.

"If I have to be. I am pretty handsome after all," Harry said with a sigh. Teddy just through a tissue box at him. Which he caught easily and sat back down on the table.

"You look dangerous. But like in a good way, if you know what I mean? You are going to be like beating off the ladies with curses. Probably dudes too," Teddy teased him some more. Harry just rolled his eyes. Teenagers were impossible.

"So did anyone tell you why we are here while I was out?" Harry asked him seriously. Teddy nodded.

"Yeah. Are we really going to the past to fix this messed up shit?" Teddy asked excitedly.

"Language and yes we are," Harry replied. Teddy just scrunched his nose at him.

"I am eighteen. When are you going to stop getting on to me about my language? You curse worse than I do," Teddy pointed out with a pout. Harry just shrugged.

"Probably never, Kid. I am your dad it is kinda my job," Harry said with a sigh. "If I don't ride your ass about your language you would curse every other word."

"That is probably true," Teddy said and bounced up on the bed into Harry's lap. Harry just chuckled and wrapped an arm around him careful of his new claws. "You don't think you are getting too big to still crawl into my lap?" Harry teased. Then he leaned down and rubbed his cheek against Teddy's cheek. He stopped and pulled back looking confused. He didn't know why he did that. But it made him feel better to do it. Teddy laughed.

"Did you just scent mark me?" Teddy said with a grin. Harry shrugged.

"Yeah, I think I did," Harry replied without any embarrassment. He figured it had everything to do with his new instincts. Teddy is his son. His Creature wanted him to carry his scent. Teddy just shrugged and returned the favor.

"You know I scent mark you all the time right? I have been doing it since I was a baby. It is one of the reasons I still crawl into your lap. So that our scents are always mingled together. It makes the wolf happy," Teddy told him honestly. "You are my dad. My wolf has always seen you that way. I never knew Remus. I have only ever known you and when Gram finally sent me to live with you when I was six, I was so happy. Because I could finally be with my Dad." Teddy blushed and Harry ruffled his hair.

"Teddy you are more my son than the others ever were. I don't know how much they told you but James, Albus, and Lily aren't even mine. Ginny cheated. You are truly my only son," Harry told him. Teddy looked shocked and then angry.

"She cheated on you? That slutty bitch," Teddy growled out. Harry just chuckled and hugged him.

"Language, Kid. She isn't going to be our problem very soon. None of them will be," Harry promised. Teddy let him hold him for a few minutes. They were interrupted by a goblin clearing his throat.

"Sorry to interrupt, but they are ready for you two to join them in the ritual room. It is time," The Healer explained. Harry nodded and he and Teddy stood up from the hospital bed. "You can hide your Draken features by simply thinking about them being hidden," The healer said with a smile. Harry took a deep breath and thought about all of his new features being hidden.

"Way to go, Pops. You did it. Also, you are, like taller now," Teddy said with pride. Harry looked down at himself and noticed that his pants were a bit shorter now. He did a quick spell to lengthen them. "You gotta be over six feet now."

"He is right, Lord Potter. After your scans, your new height is six foot four inches," The healer said after looking at his chart. Harry was pretty happy with that. He had to be taller than George now. No one would call him short again. Harry and Teddy followed the goblin down a few doors to a ritual room where the others were already waiting for them.

"Lord Potter, I have something for you to keep with you," The Drake male said as he walked up to him and held out a large book. "This has accurate information about your new inheritance. It explains everything about what you are and how to manage it. Foods you will prefer. How you will identify and claim your mates. Everything you will need to know. All of my information is in there as well so that you may come to me for any questions that you may have that the book does not cover or clarify. I will be a mentor of sorts for you if you will allow it."

"Your name?" Harry asked. He realized he hadn't gotten a name from any of the creatures present. The Drake chuckled.

"I am Viktor Grundle. I am a distant cousin of the Drake who married into your family's line. We are considered Royal in a way though we are both very far from any throne. Many people would have to die before either of us stood a chance at claiming it," Viktor prattled on. Harry just smiled at the man and clapped him on the shoulder.

"Always happy to meet new family. Call me Harry. None of that Lord stuff between the two of us," Harry insisted.

"We are ready," Silver Tooth called out to get their attention. Harry and the others moved further into the room. Harry tucked the large book into his bag that was slung over his shoulder. He and Teddy were directed to stand in the center while the others took their places and began to chant. Harry held Teddy's hand tightly and then when he felt the magic building with the chanting he tugged him closer and wrapped his arms around him. He didn't want to risk them being separated somehow.

The magic continued to build in the room until Teddy was whimpering and Harry was hard-pressed not to join him from how it pressed down on them. Harry grumbled soothingly to his distressed son and held him tighter. Then it felt like they were being hurled through a small tube and the sensation seemed to last for a very long time. When he was finally aware of himself again, he was lying on a floor with Teddy curled up to him whimpering softly still. He blinked his eyes a few times and almost flinched when he realized where they were.

He stared at the broken wardrobe, the flimsy mattress on the floor, the bucket in the corner that he used to have to use to relieve himself in, and finally the windows with bars on them. They had made it to the summer before his second year. He wasn't sure exactly what day but that wasn't important right now. They needed to hide. Harry hauled Teddy up and over to an empty corner. He pulled his cloak out of his bag and then sat in the corner with Teddy in his lap and covered them with the cloak to wait for his younger self to come into the room and try not to react as he watched himself be beaten to death by his whale of an uncle.

"Welcome to Hell 1992, Kid," Harry whispered to the exhausted werewolf in his lap. "Now we wait."

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Harry cast a quick wandless spell over Teddy so that he could not hear, smell, or sense what was fixing to happen in the small room. Then he pressed his face into his neck and ordered him to close his eyes. Eighteen or not he would not let his son see a small abused child beaten to death. There were still many things he would shield his technically adult child from.

Harry watched as his younger self was thrown into the room by his Uncle. He watched as the man removed his belt. He watched as his uncle lifted the belt high into the air to strike him. Then time stilled. Harry watched in awe as an entity stepped out of the shadows. It was petite and covered from head to foot in an opalescent shimmering cloak. Sometimes solid, sometimes see-through. She held a scythe in her bone-pale hand. She turned first to Harry and bowed deeply.

Master, it is lovely to finally be in your presence. I have waited for this moment. I will release your soul from this body and meld it with your own. This will cause a bit of an unsettled feeling for a short time but you will settle and when you do your core will increase and you will have more power available to you. I will gift you this.

Death spoke in a soft whispy voice that seemed to float through the room like smoke. Soft but not quiet. She held out her hand and a very small pendent of a scythe floated to Harry. It looked like a charm for a necklace or bracelet.

"What is this for?" Harry asked curiously.

That is for you, Master. A scythe like my own. It will attach to your necklace that holds my Stone. When you have need of it simply pull it away and pour magic into it. It will turn into a full scythe that you can use to collect souls. The souls you collect will come directly to me. All except the pieces belonging to your mate, those will be transferred immediately to the soul container you hold in your bag.

"Thank you, Lady. I am grateful for your assistance," Harry told her with a small bow of his head.

If you have need of me, simply follow the instructions I have given you in the journal. Are you ready, Master?

Harry inclined his head and waited. Lady Death leaned down to the frozen, frightened eleven-year-old version of himself and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. Harry watched as his soul left him through his mouth just like with a Reaper. Lady Death then placed her hands around the floating orb and slowly made her way to Harry. She held her cupped hands up to his mouth.

Inhale, Master. It is your soul. It wants to be with you.

Death told him gently. Harry looked up into her shrouded face as he did as he was told. Her face was hidden in shadows, even this close when it shouldn't be. He felt his soul join the soul inside and knew what she meant by unsettled. He felt like he was stretched too tight across his bones. His skin didn't quite fit right anymore. Like there was more inside of him than there should be. He rubbed his chest.

It will settle properly in a few days, Master. I told you that you would be unsettled for a short time. Know that he feels no pain now. No matter how badly he is beaten he will not cry out, he will not shed a tear, he will feel nothing because it is just an empty shell now. Only breathing because of the piece of your mate that remains tethered to the body. When the abuser exits the room, retrieve your mate's soul and the body will die. Farewell for now, Master

She did not step away right away. She leaned down and pressed a hand to Teddy's ear. An earring with the symbol of the Hollows on it appeared as an earring cuff at the tip of his ear.

"What is that for, Lady?" Harry asked respectfully.

It will be like what you call a tracker. If he is taken from you or separated somehow. You will be able to find him. He can also use it to summon me if he is in mortal peril. He is the chosen son of my Master. I will protect him for you when he requires it. I will do the same for your mates after you have claimed them. I protect those that you treasure, Master.

Then she stepped back and faded into the shadows once again. When she was gone time started back again and Harry refused to turn his head away from the sight of his younger self being beaten to death by his uncle. He remembered this beating. He still bore the scars from it across his arms and back. He watched as his uncle got angrier and angrier at the lack of response from the small body beneath him.

Vernon thrived on the screams that he could pull from Harry's throat. Harry had learned a long time ago that if he screamed or cried his uncle's beatings didn't last as long. This was why. Vernon landed blow after blow with the metal part of his belt. His face turned redder and redder from anger when the body made no sounds. No tears, no whimpers, no begging. No Screams.

"Scream, Freak. Scream. I know you want to," Vernon hissed at him in frustrated anger. Still, the body didn't respond. Blood was leaking from all of the cuts and gashes that he had caused but he still received no response.

"Vernon, My Love?" Petunia said from the doorway. She refused to look at the broken, bleeding body of her only nephew. Vernon turned toward her with the bloody belt gripped tightly in his meaty fist.

"What is it, Pet?" He asked her.

"Leave him be, Love. If you kill him the neighbors will ask questions. There will be no way to hide what happened from the police or his Freak of a Headmaster. Come down to dinner," Petunia said gently still not looking at her nephew. Vernon took a deep breath and looked down at what he assumed was his unconscious nephew. At this point, he was lying on his stomach with his head turned away from them.

"Fine, but no one attempts to dress his wounds and he is to be locked in this room for a week with nothing but stale bread once a day and a glass of water. Do you understand, Pet?" Vernon barked out.

"Of course, Love. Let's have dinner. Duddykins is already waiting for us," Petunia said with a smile, and then the two of them left after Vernon kicked the unmoving body and spat on it. When the door was locked and their steps had faded down the stairs, Harry gently placed Teddy facing the corner with an order to keep his head turned. He then pulled the scythe from his neck and poured his magic into it. He watched as it became a full-sized scythe and then he swiped it down over the soulless body. He watched fascinated as the black piece of soul belonging to his mate disappeared into the container he had pulled out of his bag.

He pulled his magic back from the weapon and reattached it to his necklace. After that, he put his cloak away and gathered Teddy to him before apparating to the private room in the bank that the King and Axeclaw should have opened up to him by now. They didn't want to be seen in public just yet as that would give away their game. He would be seen coming to the bank after the death of Harry Potter was discovered.

Harry and the King were curious how Dumbledore was going to explain the death of his chosen one. It was time to see. Dumbledore should have been alerted the moment the heart stopped beating in Harry's chest. There should be someone arriving at the Dursley's home any minute now to discover him dead.

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"Lord Potter, Mr. Lupin it is a pleasure to see you both," Axeclaw greeted as he walked into the room. "If you will follow me we will get down to business. Most of the paperwork that we agreed on has already been drawn up for you." Harry and Teddy followed the goblin back to his elaborate room.

"Is Griphook still in control of my accounts or has that already been handled?" Harry asked his new account manager.

"It has already been handled. He was quite shocked to have been discovered and tried to convince us that he was only doing what your magical guardian told him to do. He is imprisoned below and will be put to death later this week," Axeclaw told him with a wicked gleam in his eye.

"Very Good. Now let's get this started. My new identity will be Hadrian Mors Peverell. The family tree has been adjusted to show that I am the last son of the line and a distant cousin to the Potters, correct?" Harry asked.

"That is correct. So that you are aware because you are the Master of Death as well as the Duke of one Most Ancient and Most Noble House as well as Lord of two Most Ancient and Most Noble Houses, and Lord of Two Noble Houses, you cannot go by Lord you must claim your highest title which is Duke or in some cases High Lord if you prefer. So, which will it be, High Lord Peverell or Duke Peverell? The lines you descended from are some of the most ancient and since you are Master of Death it places you at a higher level," Axeclaw asked him. Harry glared at Teddy when he snickered.

"Hush you," Harry told him before turning back to Axeclaw. "Duke will be preferable for our purposes."

"And for the adoption of young Edward are we doing a magical adoption or a blood adoption?" Axeclaw asked them. "You didn't specify what you wanted to do before."

Teddy looked up at him and Harry shrugged.

"I am happy with whatever you decide, Kid. It's your choice," Harry told him sincerely.

"I won't be born in this timeline right?" Harry and Axeclaw both nodded. "So you are still going to be the only father I will ever know right?"

"Not necessarily. I do plan on telling the truth about who I am when I know that they can be trusted. We can tell Remus who you are at that time," Harry assured him gently. "It is still your choice, Ted."

"Pops I don't think I want him to know. What if he and Tonks don't end up together in this timeline? You said he was mated to Sirius before he died and you don't plan on letting him die this time so my parents probably won't ever even end up together. Telling them who I am will just confuse everyone. I think I would just like for you to blood-adopt me. If you want," Teddy rambled off. Harry ruffled his hair. He grinned at the fact that it was pink in Teddy's embarrassment.

"Of course, I want. You have been my only true son since your birth. You may not have lived with me for the first six years but I had you with me as often as I could manage before you moved in with me. This will just make official what the two of us have always known," Harry told Teddy sincerely. Teddy nodded. "We will do the blood-adoption. That way no one can contest his place as my heir."

"Not that I will ever inherit. I am pretty sure being the Master of Death means that you don't have to worry about dying," Teddy grumbled under his breath. Harry looked a bit startled. He turned to Axeclaw.

"Is that a possibility?" Harry asked.

"Yes, it is. You will need to talk about that with the Lady. I will send a letter for the ritual room to be prepared for the adoption," Axeclaw said. He penned out a quick letter and then turned back to the others. "Let's get the paperwork settled and decide what property you are going to move into. There are a few things to settle. You should be able to make an official introduction to the British Wixen Society by the end of the week. Just in time for the next Wizengamot."

"What name do you want, Kid? Now is the chance for you to change it to whatever you want," Harry asked him. Teddy thought about it.

"I don't think I want to change my first name. So how about Edward Centaurus Peverell? That way we can stick to the Black family tradition of star names since you are Lord Black as well. Plus it sounds all pureblood and stuff," Teddy said with a grin.

"Cheeky brat. I am not even the Lord Black anymore. Sirius and Regulus are both still alive in this timeline one of them is the Lord Black and the other is the Heir. I am not Lord Potter anymore either. My Mum and Dad aren't dead either," Harry playfully snipped at him.

"I didn't realize that," Teddy said thoughtfully. "Oh well, my answer is still the same. I like the name. You are going to be a very important figure with influence over the political world. It will help me fit in as your heir."

"That is such a grown-up choice," Harry fake sniffled. "My baby is getting so big." Teddy shoved him.

"Whatever Pops. You are like a giant now I will literally fit in your lap forever. So like no big deal when you want a cuddle," Teddy said casually. Now that Harry knew that each creature had a dominant or submissive personality he was pretty sure his Teddy was a Submissive based on the fact that he very much enjoyed a good cuddle most of the time. He may be well on his way to being a very dangerous dueler but he was still very loving and kind.

Teddy was the best kind of dangerous. He was small for his age and clumsy just like his mother. He had a kind face, bright eyes and a beautiful smile that put everyone at ease. He didn't look or feel dangerous in any way. But Harry knew otherwise. Harry had trained him vigorously and equipped Teddy with some of the darkest and nastiest spells known to wixen. Teddy could smile that beautiful smile one moment and literally boil someone from the inside the next. No one would have their guard up around the small werewolf he was too sweet. That was how he got them before they realized what had happened.

"No it will never be a big deal if you want to cuddle," Harry agreed. "Ok, so Edward Centaurus Peverell will be his name now. I want him made the heir for everything I own until a time when I have other children then the titles will be split between them. Teddy will always remain the heir to the Peverell line, however." Axeclaw wrote up the necessary parchments and told them he would take a sample of Teddy's magic and blood after the adoption so that it would be on record.

"Now as far as properties," Axeclaw handed a file over to them. "This is everything that you own. You can choose anything from this list and I will give you all of the details about it."

"We want the largest property. The grandest. I plan to impress and woo as many important political figures as possible. We flaunt our wealth and status to get the respect that we need," Harry told him confidently. He had been thinking about it since this plan had been proposed. His best course of action was to be the complete opposite of what he had always been. He had loved to slum it in his jeans and tattered clothes. He was happy to fade into the background and out of the limelight. But now he was almost forty and realized that half of his behavior had been encouraged and forced upon him. He would make sure they all regretted the day they had chosen to manipulate him.

"That's different, Pops. Are we going to make a spectacle of ourselves? Going to be living the exact opposite way we have lived for the last decade?" Teddy teased.

"Exactly. We are going to take magical Britain by storm," Harry assured him as Axeclaw handed him a different file.

"This is Gryffindor Castle. It is your largest grandest property. It has been unoccupied for many centuries so it will need a bit of updating but there are ten house elves tethered to the property that should have been maintaining it. This is a list of the house elves currently in residence there. This is not an updated list. There could be more or less living there you will just have to see when you arrive. There is quite a bit of property surrounding the Castle. A small forest, a large lake, a quidditch pitch, many greenhouses, and other smaller buildings for different purposes. Godric Gryffindor was also a Drake, like yourself, so it was probably built with that in mind," Axeclaw explained to him.

"This is perfect. Looking at the blueprints and the list of rooms this will work perfectly. How are the wards?" Harry asked the goblin.

"The wards are the best we have to offer. It is unplottable and under fidelius though you will have to change that when you decide to start hosting parties and events," Axeclaw reminded him.

"Not necessarily, I can give them a password to the floo and they can come to our home that way. I learned how to do it when I was bringing creatures into my home to sneak them out of the country. They can come to my home but I never have to break fidelius. It will remain a stronghold for my family," Harry insisted.

"That is impressive. I know our King would be interested in learning that so that we can teach our Ward Masters and Curse Breakers," Axeclaw stated.

"I will teach it to you and you can pass it along," Harry agreed.

"Thank you, Harry. Now for the next part, it is time to claim your Lordship rings," Axeclaw said as he pulled five rings from his desk. Before he could say anything else Harry asked a quick question.

"Since I inherited my lordships from my parents wouldn't that remove Gryffindor, Peverell, and Sayre as well? The only titles that are truly mine right now are Slytherin and Gaunt by Conquest. So how does that work?" Harry asked the question that had been bothering him.

"Lady Magic has decided that you will keep all of your titles aside from Black and Potter. This was in your files when I took over the account," Axeclaw handed a scroll over to him. It was a letter literally signed by Lady Magic stating that she wanted him to retain all of the other titles and lordships aside from Potter and Black. That she had blessed him in his chosen path to right the wrongs in the wixen world. Harry felt truly honored and sent up a silent prayer of thanks to Lady Magic.

"Well, we can't argue with her now can we?" Teddy said with a teasing grin. "Get a whole new chance to live a better life and you are still the chosen one." Harry flicked him on the nose.

"Hush it, Brat. Or I will make you do chores with the elves when we get home. At least this time I chose to be the Chosen One," Harry teased right back.

"You wouldn't," Teddy gasped. Axeclaw just rolled his eyes and pushed the ring boxes toward Harry.

"If we could move forward, please," Axeclaw stated calmly. Harry nodded and this time didn't interrupt when the goblin gave instructions. "You need only take the rings one at a time and place them on the finger of your choice if you are accepted it will resize to fit your finger. Proceed." Harry did as he was told. He took each ring and slipped them on his hand one at a time. Each one resized to fit him.

"Great now what do we do about the Potter ring since that is the whole reason I am here?" Harry said curiously. Axeclaw pulled a box out.

"This is not the Potter Lordship ring. This is a replica. You will wear it and no one will know the difference. Just don't attempt to use it for purchases or anything else or it will be known that it is a fake," Axeclaw instructed. Harry took the ring and placed it on his hand with his other rings. There was a knock on the door and Axeclaw admitted the goblin on the other side.

"The ritual room is ready for the adoption," The goblin announced.

"Very good. Harry if the two of you would follow along please you will be returned here afterward," Axeclaw instructed them. So Harry and Teddy followed the goblin down to the ritual room where the blood adoption was performed. It required quite a bit of Latin chanting, blood from Harry, and a mingling of their magics. When they were done Harry pulled his Draken traits out and wrapped Teddy in his arms to scent mark him. He rumbled in pleasure as he realized that Teddy now smelled and felt like he had truly come from Harry.

They were led back to Axeclaw who had them finish signing paperwork and gave Teddy all of the heirship rings that were now rightfully his. Harry had teased him of course about all of the attention he was going to get now that he was probably going to be considered the most sought-after heir in Britain or any magical community honestly. Teddy only teased back that so was Harry since he was a single widower until he claimed his mates.

Finally, they were handed a portkey that would take them straight to Gryffindor Castle. Axeclaw performed the charm to make him and Teddy the secret holders and then assured them that the wards would adjust to let them pass because of their Lord and Heir rings.

It was time to truly begin again.