The Midnight Bloodline

Anisuke took a bit of time on the missive; he wanted to get his point plainly across without leaving anything too open for interpretation. He finally signed his human name to the bottom of the page and for once decided to include his title as well; he would need every advantage that he could get.
He walked to the window and let out a short whistle, hoping that Hedwig was in the area. He had let her out before they had went to Japan so that she could hunt as Vernon refused to allow her to come along as it would look too ‘freakish’. He let out a small sigh of relief when she flew into the window and landed lightly on his shoulder. She gently nipped him on the ear as if asking him where he had been. “Sorry girl. I ended up having one of my normal strokes of luck.”
She cooed letting him know that she understood. He told her where he wanted her to take the rather long missive after he gave her a treat and tied it gently to her leg. She gave a hoot of acceptance when he told her that it needed to get to the recipient as quickly as she could fly and that she was to make sure that it was opened and read only by the person it was meant for immediately. She took off out of the window and disappeared into the horizon with a determined air.
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Sirius was on the verge of tearing something to pieces, this house was going to drive him even further into insanity. The only consolation that he had was that Dumbledore had told him that he would be able to see his godson over Christmas. Originally they were thinking about picking him up at his relatives so that he could go through his coming of age surrounded by experienced wizards but those muggle had decided to go to Japan and Dumbledore thought that it would be better to let Harry experience his coming of age with his family. Sirius knew that that was just an excuse, Dumbledore just wanted to make sure that he didn’t make Harry more independent, he knew that the old man was using Harry to do what he was now getting to old for while still getting credit. The only thing that was keeping his mouth shut was that he knew that the old fart would turn him in if he so much as thought that he was going to say anything. The only thing that had stopped him from doing it so far was how grateful Harry had been to him about Sirius so far. Sirius could only hope that Harry would see through Dumbledore’s twinkle before it was too late.
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Remus sighed as he nursed another wound, this pack was one of the more friendly ones, and he only had two fractured ribs this time. He was more thankful than he wanted to admit that Dumbledore finally got the hint that the werewolves were not interested in anything that the old man had to say, if he had come on Harry’s behalf though, most of the packs would have listened with rapture. Of course, now that he had run out of immediate usefulness he was to be tucked away with Sirius in that nightmare of a house until Dumbledore found another use for him.
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Luna hummed as she organized the knickknacks on her shelf; she had all sorts of things from the trips she took with her father to find unusual beasts. She knew that things were going to change and that change was going to center around Harry. She had been his friend since her second year; they had run into each other when he had been trying to find somewhere to hide from Hermione’s nagging and Ronald’s loud mouth. They had ended up in Ravenclaw tower, surprisingly Harry fit in really well. Everyone thought that he was just a moderately intelligent jock that allowed Hermione to do all his homework for him, they were shocked when he knew more about magic then some of the pureblood sixth years, he was dubbed a ’Raven in the Lion’s den’ and given the password to the tower every time it changed.
His presence helped her out as well. She was no longer the outcast, they still thought that she was weird, but her things no longer came up missing. She was considered to be untouchable because she was one of Harry’s friends, but all she cared about was that Harry actually listened to what she had to say without thinking that she was loony. They would have long discussions about the nargles that she thought were the cause of the Headmaster’s twinkle, she felt accepted with Harry around; he was her brother in all but blood and whatever change he was going to lead, she would be right behind him no matter what.
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Neville tended his gardens while thinking about some of the things he had heard over the summer so far. His grandmother had been talking with Dumbledore a lot during the last month or so. Dumbledore seemed to want Neville to help keep tabs on Harry throughout the school year, as he thought that Harry wouldn’t notice that Neville was watching him. Gran had exploded on the old man and told him that it would be a cold day in hell when her grandson became some kind of spy and stalk a fine young man like Harry, and Neville couldn’t have agreed more. Harry was one of the finest blokes he knew, even though he was almost always surrounded by those leeches (Ron and Hermione), he always found a little time each day to say hello and ask him how his day was going. He also spent a lot of time helping Neville study in most of his classes, even potions, while he helped Harry with Herbology. Harry was surprisingly good with plants when he wasn’t trying too hard, they responded to him, when he was happy the plants around him seemed to perk up and the opposite was also true. After they had figured out that he need to relax in class his grades really improved.
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Dumbledore was a very unhappy wizard. It seemed that every plan he had made this summer had failed rather spectacularly. First he had sent Remus to negotiate with the various werewolf packs throughout England, but the attempts had all met with complete failure, most of them wouldn’t even listen to what they were going to offer them in exchange for their help, saying that they would never follow through, they wouldn’t but that was beside the point! His attempts to garner a new spy to keep tabs on Harry also met with a brick wall that was known as Mrs. Longbottom, she refused to even let him speak to Neville and he knew that without her approval the boy wouldn’t even listen to what he had to say. Sirius was beginning to get on his nerves, the only thing that kept that man off his back was a promise to let Harry visit him for the holidays, the man seemed to be desperate to see him, but he would have to make sure that they were watched; perhaps he could also invite the Weasleys to Headquarters as well. He would also have to make sure that Hermione and Ronald knew that they needed to make sure that they did not let Sirius get Harry alone.
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Hermione was reading a book on wizarding laws while Ron looked through the latest quidditch magazine. Neither one of them had even thought about Harry since summer had started. They were in fact perfectly happy to forget that he even existed.
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Somewhere in the Wizarding World Hedwig flew through a window that was designed to allow mail owls and navigated her way to the person that her master had written to, she would make sure that this letter was read, even if pecking was necessary.
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Fudge found himself blinking at the owl that was perched on his desk. It had completely bypassed his secretary and landed right in front of him before sticking out its leg and hooting rather imperiously, he somehow knew that this owl would get violent if he tried to ignore it.
He knew that he had seen this owl somewhere before, snowy whites were rather rare and only stayed with masters that they respected, it was a sign of power to have one, which meant that the person that sent it was someone who would not like to be kept waiting. It was that thought, and not the one of physical harm, that got him to take the letter off and open it rather hurriedly as the owl flew to the open owl perch and help itself to the fresh water.

Dear Mr. Fudge:

I know that you must be swamped with work, being such an important man, but I really need your help. Over this summer I have found out that I am not a half blood, but a pureblood. The people Dumbledore has placed me with are muggles that hate anyone magical, they have been horrible to me since I was very small and I can’t take it anymore. They have done everything they could to hurt me and as a minor I can’t even use magic to defend myself. This summer I came of age and have been found by three mates and can’t stay in this prison any more. I really need your help to free me without my mates being put into prison for killing those who hurt me; I don’t know how long I can keep them from doing it, please.

Harry James Potter - Aeroius


Fudge felt his magic spark in rage, it was considered absolutely unredeemable to harm a child, and children were a gift. Even the He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named would not torture a child; if he did kill one it was quick and painless. He had known that the old man was insane but this was going entirely too far, he placed the Savior in an abusive muggle household with muggles he was not even related to.
He knew that he could not leave the child where he was, even if he was somewhat tempted to let the boy’s mates take those filthy things out. That was another thing, only the most powerful wizards and beings attracted their soul mates at their coming of age, most had to wait until their inheritance to even get a clue as to who their soul mate was. To have more then one was also almost unheard of, the most ever recorded was two and that was never confirmed. The young man would be an incredibly valuable ally, and the boost he would get in popularity would be astronomical to say the least.
He immediately sent a messenger note to summon the Head of the Auror Department; he did not want to broadcast what was going on, the boy deserved that much. Just telling the papers about the misplacement would be more then enough to boost him up in the polls. It didn’t take long for Amelia to enter his office with a slightly confused expression, it was not often at all that we even talked; she is one of the best after all. “You needed to see me, Cornelius?”
He cleared his throat. “Yes, Amelia, it seems that there has been a very grievous mistake in the placement of one Harry Potter.” He could tell by the spark in her eyes that he had her attention, most people in the Wizarding World had filed for custody for the young hero and she was no exception. “It seems that Albus used erroneous information to have the boy placed with a rather crude set of muggles. Mrs. Potter was not a muggleborn at all.”
He looked over at the owl still waiting in his office and waited several moments until Amelia followed his gaze. “This beautiful owl here is the familiar of Mr. Potter; it seems that at his coming of age he became bound to not one but three mates.” He watched as her eyes widened. “He contacted me in the attempt to get himself and his mates out of the house before they did something irreversible to the muggles, though with the little that Harry let slip in his missive, I am almost of the mind to let these mates have their way with those things.”
Amelia knew that only one thing was known to make Fudge this cold and if that was the case she would let Harry’s mates rip those muggles to shreds as well. She had never thought that muggles were beneath wizards, but if they hurt Harry then she would have no problem considering them animals. “We should retrieve him and his mates at once, although we would both enjoy waiting until his mates cleaned out the filth it would make Harry unhappy, the boy is known to be very compassionate. Though I’m sure that we could find some way to get rid of them in a way that wouldn’t make Harry feel directly responsible.”
They both set upon gather a few trusted Aurors to retrieve Mr. Potter. Once they were ready they apparated to the edge of the wards that a certain unpopular Headmaster was responsible for placing and set out for the front door. When they neared the front door they heard the yelling of a man and what sounded like shrieking and rather large growls, they burst into the front room to find a scene that brought their anger to the fore.
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Anisuke should have expected this; the one day Vernon decides to come home early just had to be today. He stood between his very enraged mates and the now conscious Petunia and Vernon as he yelled threats and insults. With every flying comment his mates’ growls became more violent and Vernon’s face got redder, it was getting to the point that Anisuke was developing a rather large migraine when the door burst in and a small squad of Aurors ran in with Amelia Bones and Fudge. Anisuke had never been so happy to see the Minister.
Vernon’s rage immediately turned to focus on the newly arrived ‘freaks’. “I have had enough of you freaks, first you drop this worthless freak on my doorstep and expect us to waste our money on it,” here Anisuke had to physically restrain Kouga, “then you send thousands of bloody birds to my home, you take the boy to that freaky school and send him back to us every summer, and now you break into my home! I want you out of my house, and take the worthless freak of a boy with you; the only thing he’s good for is a punching bag.” Vernon turned to look in Anisuke’s direction with a look on his face that made Anisuke’s stomach roll. “Although with the way he looks now, I’m sure I could think of another use for him.”
Surprisingly it was not one of Anisuke’s mates that responded first, but Amelia. Anisuke couldn’t even identify what curse she used, but judging by the screams that were quickly silenced by one of the Aurors, it was definitely not a light curse. All three of Anisuke’s mates looked at this new woman with a calculating stare, she seemed to be very protective of their mate, and she bore watching.
All of the assembled wizard and witches for once in their lives were enjoying the pain of another. Amelia wasn’t even feeling the stirrings of regret, this tub of lard deserved everything she was capable of giving. She waited until it had no more strength left to flop around and looked up to find that one of the Aurors had had to stun the woman. Her gaze landed on Harry to find him hiding his face in the chest of what she assumed was one of his mates while the other two guarded over them. All four of them were beautiful and feral, there was no way that they were entirely human, even little Harry looked unearthly. It would be no great surprise to her if Harry was not human, she had always thought that the Potters were more then they appeared.
She stepped forward slightly, gaining the attention of Harry’s mates. “Good afternoon, my name is Amelia Bones, I am the Head of the Auror Department and we are here to help relocate Mr. Potter and yourselves to somewhere a bit more hospitable. Where are Mr. Potter’s things, we should probably get out before either one of these animals wakes up.”
The mate with clear blue eyes gave her a small smirk at her way of describing these muggles. “The only things that our mate had from this household lie within that trunk behind you.” She looked to find only a school trunk that looked as if it had seen better days and wished that she had been harsher. “We will be taking him to the Minister’s home.” She waved her hand at Cornelius to let them know who she was talking about. “This will be where you will all stay unless there is somewhere else that is found later. He has a very spacious manor with only his wife and himself in residence, so you will not be imposing.” She said that to stop Harry from making the protest that he looked about ready to make, he shut his mouth with a rather fetching pink blush that had all of his mates leering.
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It took very little time to get them out of the house, especially since none of the people present felt any need to do anything to help the muggles. One of the Aurors simply shrunk the trunk and handed it to Anisuke, who quickly put it in his pockets as he tried to keep in contact with all of his mates. He knew that they were all on edge; they did not like all of these strange people, although Amelia had certainly earned their respect.
After a small argument about the best way to get them all into the wards of Fudge Manor, which were quite strong, he was the Minister after all. It was finally decided that the only viable option was to go by portkey, which caused Anisuke to tremble a bit, which made for unhappy mates, but he grabbed the pillow, one of Petunia’s favorites, with his mates following suit. The expected tug around his navel almost sent him into a flashback, but he studiously kept his eyes on Amelia who was staring at him from the other side of the vortex with understanding. Unlike the previous times he had taken a portkey, his yokai grace kept him on his feet, which he was grateful for. He looked around and found that the manor was very nicely done, though it did not even start to compare to Sesshomaru’s castle of course. The hall they were in was decorated in soft blues and creams, Anisuke had a feeling that the whole place followed the same scheme.
The Aurors only stayed long enough to make sure that everyone had made it safely to the manor; they didn’t trust Dumbledore as far as they could throw a hippogriff, which is why they were chosen. They left by using a standard issue portkey to the ministry atrium that all Aurors carried. Once they were gone Anisuke’s mates relaxed just a fraction and focused on the remaining humans who shifted under the combined gaze.
Amelia smiled slightly, she was glad that Harry had such overprotective friends. Lily had been one of her best friends for years and she had been one of the first to apply for guardianship after the attack, she had been furious when she had found out that Dumbledore had placed Harry with Petunia, but he far outranked her. She sincerely hoped that that wasn’t going to be the case much longer. “Well Cornelius, it seems that everything went well, ignoring that little ‘hiccup’ with that rather large whale-like creature.”
Fudge smiled winningly. “Oh yes, its such a shame that that animal wasn’t trained properly, I’m sure that the paperwork will correctly state that the animal was rabid and force was necessary, the kind of force really isn’t necessary to include, after all it was just an animal.”
Amelia tilted her head forward slightly and activated her own portkey that led straight to her own office; she had some paperwork to file.
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Fudge turned to his guests and noticed that Harry looked absolutely exhausted. “Well, it has certainly been a rather busy day. Why don’t I take you to your room so you can get some rest? My wife is currently visiting with her family for the next week or so, so you don’t have to worry about running into someone unknown, so feel free to explore on your own when you’ve rested.” He led the four gentlemen to one of the suites just down the hall from his own, far enough away to give them privacy, but close enough in case of emergency. He felt a little odd leaving someone Harry’s age alone in a room with three fully grown men, but he knew that as his mates they would never do anything that Harry did not fully agree to.
He left them alone as they all made for the bedroom with a slightly swaying Harry in front. He activated his own portkey and hurriedly started working on an idea that stuck him at Harry’s previous ‘home’ almost the moment he touched down. He would see that Dumbledore kept his large nose out of everyone’s business but his own. He also had to make sure that the Daily Prophet got a story of today’s events that kept Harry’s life private, but had the desired effect. Sigh, the work of the Minister was never done.
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