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Chapter 1- Family Reunion

This is an alternate universe/dark Harry/creature/slash fiction. If you don\'t like it, leave. It contains mild language, and slash in future chapters. Harry Potter and his associates belong to J.K.Rowling, not me. for the purposes of this story i am borrowing information from forgotten realms. this is also copyrighted. i am not making any money, so don\'t sue. try to enjoy my first fiction story


Looking at her children, Lily sighed.
Even in the wizarding world, octoplets are beyond rare, and Lily Potter had more than once considered giving up most of them- she\'d still have stretch marks in her eighties from that lot- but Dumbledore had interfered and claimed that they fulfilled some vague prophecy made by some crazy bat he had been interviewing at the pub.
Sighing again, lily decided to tell her husband that that they were out of baby formula- it was a lie of course, even with octoplets, they had enough for at least a week- but she needed to get out of the house. Briefly, she looked over at the enlarged cribs, and smiled- even if difficult they were still her children. James Jr., Elizabeth, Remus Jr., Rose, Daisy, Sirius Jr., Alben and little Harry.
However, James Sr, was not quite so amenable to the suggestion.
“Honey, we promised Dumbledore we wouldn\'t leave the house”
“I hardly think you-know-who is going to show up at the local corner store.” Lily let the full depth of her want for this show in her eyes, and looked up at him in desperation “I need this. Just five minutes away from the children- they\'ll be fine, we can apparate straight from the porch to the shops, and straight back.”
James, as is well known, loved his wife more than anything in the world, and couldn\'t deny her anything she truly wanted
“all right, I suppose we can go”

Whilst they were out, Voldemort struck and was defeated. Dumbledore, arriving on the scene, to see the dust that had once been the body of the most feared dark wizard of these times, saw seven young smiles looking at him. He instantly knew, in his infinite wisdom, that the seven children had saved the wizarding world, after all, seven was the most powerful magical number. The other one, on the far side of the crib, was a asleep, and shivering, a bleeding gash on his forehead- he obviously was close to powerless, and nothing more than a risk to the seven saviors of the magical world- after all, couldn\'t a re-risen Voldemort use him for a hostage against his siblings? what his name again? Oh yes, Harry James Potter was nothing more than excess baggage.

All across the world, the news went out about the seven saviors of the world, whose proud parents would become powerful and influential, whilst they would become the most well known wizards and witches in the entire world. Harry was completely forgotten.

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Sixteen years later

James Jr. was excited.
After eleven years, he would be seeing his younger brother harry again. His weaker, younger, brother that he had saved the life of when he was a child. Oh yes, Harry was definitely going to have to be his bitch.
James Michael Potter Jr, oldest child of James Potter Sr, official leader of the “bunch who lived” (the reporter who had coined that phrase, after a hectic fifth birthday had retired young, and now lived in Majorca), Seven times winner of the Witch Weekly\'s most charming smile award- it was usually between himself and one of his siblings- owner of the world\'s largest fan club, and holder of thousands of more titles, knew quite a bit about publicity. That came in useful now- he could imagine the stories in the newspapers- James helps the underprivileged, James helps out long lost brother, James assists less powerful brother in schoolwork.
To be honest, James hadn\'t even remembered his brother Harry until his parents had told him he was coming back from eleven years in foreign schooling to spend the last few years of his childhood with his parents and family- and at Hogwarts.
At first James had been angry- what if this upstart took some of his hard earned publicity? Then, James had realized he could use him to further his own publicity. Perfect.
He looked around the stretch limo that had been donated to the family a while ago- its interior was the size of a large movie theater, all finely tooled in soft leather, as he lent back against the soft supple seats, he grinned.
This was so much better than that stupid fucking train.
With special permission from Albus Dumbledore, the entire junior part of the potter family, along with James\'s unofficial uncles, Remus and Sirius seniors, was staying at Hogwarts for tonight, with school starting tomorrow. He sighed as the limo pulled up, it may have been old, but compared to the beds at school, and the benches in the great hall, it was paradise.
Blinking as he stepped into the harsh sunlight, James left his bags for the house elves, and entered the great hall with his family.
Harry\'s horseless carriage would no doubt be arriving soon.
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Inside the thestral pulled carriage, Harry once again wondered what on earth was wrong with his fucking parents? For the first sixteen years of his life they had ignored him, and now they wanted him to be with them? Unfortunately, since he was still a minor, he had to do what the said.
Inwardly, Harry seethed, but outside, he remained as calm as ice. Where were THEY when he had gained his newts at aged ten? Or his even his owls at age eight? Where were they when he had had his magical transformation at fourteen? Where were they for all of his birthdays and special celebrations? where were they? And now they expected him here? They hadn\'t wanted him when he was four years old. They hadn\'t seen him for more than two thirds of his life, and he still had to jump when they wanted? It galled.
On the day before his fifth birthday, they had, without warning, simply sent him off to another continent, and various different magical schools. Harry had Masters, newts, owls, Ph.D\'s, hell, he had even done courses in some magic that hadn\'t been used in Europe since the druids. Every time he had completed his courses, some meddling old fool called Dumbledore had arranged for him to be sent to another.
It was the transformation that finally did it. Even after nine miserable years, Harry had still wanted nothing more than to go home. But, the beast that lay within taught him other things. He was alone, and if he wanted to prove himself, he\'d have to do it himself.

Harry had never liked principals offices. It was where he was always coldly told he was being sent to another school by impartial principals who had no time for quiet advanced students who didn\'t cause trouble. Of course, this room held its own coldness- Harry made sure of that.
Almost immediately upon entering, he was barraged by people\'s voices.
“Oh my god- Harry its so good to see you!”
“Harry is that really you?”
“I haven\'t seen you you since you were five”
-no- harry thought. -i don\'t suppose you have-
“What are you wearing?”
Ignoring his relatives, the slander against his muggle clothing, and giving a glare to those who came forward for a hug, he politely- if coldly- declined the pro-offered sherbet lemons and sat in front of the headmasters desk, waiting
“Well then,” said Dumbledore, whose eyes, despite Harry\'s abruptness, seemed to twinkle in amusement.
The Old bastard was laughing at him! Harry once again raged inwardly, trying to stop the beast within from striking out. Despite his inner turmoil, nothing registered on his face. He was far too used to emotional pain for it too show. I\'ll show him. I\'ll show my entire family that I\'m better than them. Then we\'ll see who\'s laughing.
Dumbledore continued without pause, handing him a large battered old hat “Why don\'t we get the sorting done Harry?”
Having read Hogwarts, a History, Harry knew what do do. Carefully, to avoid damaging the thousand year old material, Harry pulled it over his head. The whole thing took all of three seconds.
“Oh my,” said the hat, the whole room leaning forward to listen in on any conversation between the hat and boy. “definitely SLYTHERIN.”
The entire room gasped. Dumbledore\'s face betrayed his shock, and disappointment. The Potters, and Black, looked horrified. Strangely though, both professor McGonagell and Lupin wore expressions of pity
Well, fuck them and their pity. He didn\'t need it- and Dumbledore could take his disappointment and felate himself with it.
After he had replaced the hat on the desk, it was Dumbledore who recovered first
“Yes- well, um... I\'ll leave you all here whilst I go and get professor Snape”
It took several minutes before anyone spoke, during which Harry ignored the rest of the people in the room. Finally, one of the men in the back of the room -Sirius Black- thought Harry tried to break the ice
“So, Harry,” he said, putting on a fake sounding cheerful voice, “any special friends we should know about?”
“I don\'t have any friends”
James, seeing his chance, Jumped in
“I\'ll be your friend” he said, giving one of his most winsome smiles.
Harry ignored him, and went back to looking at the wall. His family and their friends really did know nothing about him. How could he have any friends when he changed schools so often? It really was taking everything he had to control himself. The weird thing was, he didn\'t know whether it was to stop himself from lashing out or crying. Only one thing was stopping him from from doing either, and that was that it would show he cared.
“Ah, the Potters... we meet again” Harry hadn\'t even noticed the door to the office open. In the doorway, was the a sallow skinned, greasy haired, hooked nosed man Harry could only assume to be Professor Snape. Harry could hear the mixture of contempt and utter loathing, but it was the smell coming off of the man that made Harry sit up. Due to his heritage, he could actually taste the sheer hatred he felt towards the Potters. Pure, righteous anger. Added to the sheer evilness and spitefulness that existed within him, it was almost orgasmic. “now, you are Harry Potter aren\'t you?”
Harry nodded
“Good. Come with me.”
As he left the room, he hoped that no one would discover the small snake he had left in his chair

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Harry sat in the armchair in the Slytherin common room, near the fire.
For several hours now he had been attempting to read a rather large book on rather advanced transfigurations, but having reread it several times, and not really wanting to read it anyway, he wasn\'t progressing far.
“Master” Harry started. Andiss\'s voice sounded scared. He quickly walked to the portrait entrance, and opened it, to find the small, green coloured snake actually shivering on the stone. Harry quickly picked him up, and started making soothing noises in parseltounge, holding the serpent to his chest. After a few moments, when Andiss had calmed down, Harry asked what had happened, the snake\'s tone turned indignant.
“That overgrown chicken almost caught me!” Harry could only assume he meant the phoenix. “Can I go back to the warmth now master?”
“Of course Andiss.”
Harry held the snake to his palm, and then, in a move that would have shocked most people, it dived into his palm, moving into the flesh of Harry\'s warm skin. Within a few moments, no trace of the snake remained, and Harry was flooded with memories

Flashback

Andiss felt the warmth of his masters presence leave, and felt saddened, but he had a job to do. All around him, the room was full of people, loud people.
“All right everyone, settle down.” said an old man behind the desk. This must have been the Dumbledore human who caused master so much pain by sending him overseas. “I too admit to being shocked at young Harry being sorted into the house of serpents”
Andiss gave the parseltounge equivalent of a snort.
Another human spoke up, a boy of the masters age, whose smell almost made Andiss sick. It was a sort of immense pride at petty achievements, and an incredible sense of self preservation and self congratulation that overwhelmed his poor scent receptors. -This must be James Jr.-Andiss thought.
“What was up with him?” James demanded. “he didn\'t even pay any attention to us- and he was sorted into Slytherin, every one knows how evil they all are”
“Albus? May i ask a question?” asked a man, who had remained silent throughout the whole ordeal. Andiss identified him as a werewolf.
“Of course Remus.”
The werewolf took a deep breath and asked-
“What was he? His scent wasn\'t human”
This caused another outburst that hurt Andiss\'s eardrums, especially from his masters nest mates. Andiss\'s struggled to remember their names as they spoke out in horror
“Not human? What is he then?” Rose.
“He must \'be a half-breed, like that Draco Malfoy” Elizabeth.
“What!? There is no way in hell I\'m related to a Half-breed” Rose.
“Well, what else could he be?” Sirius Jr.
“Well, we are all identical, so its impossible” Remus Jr.
At this point, another person spoke up. He had stayed in the back of the room, keeping himself even more quiet than the werewolf- his smell was that of another one of Harry\'s nest mates.
“Actually, it\'s not” Everyone in the room just stopped and looked at him. “with certain types of half-breeds, it can require a condition to be met before the transformation occurs. Not only that, because the genetics are magic, they could have been hidden for hundred of years- if not longer, and could simply ignore the rest of us.” Andiss recognized him now. Harry was the eighth child, born just before midnight. Andiss knew that the other one had been born only twenty minutes before. His name was Alben Potter, he had been named after The great and good Albus Dumbledore.
Poor bastard.
“What sort of conditions Alben?” This one smelt like the werewolves mate- oh what was its name again? Andiss hated the way humans gave themselves names. His name was different. His master had given it to him. Oh wait! Thats it! Black, sounded nervous. Probably far more worried about the rest of the brood than about master.
Briefly Andiss wondered how many humans were named after colors
“It depends on the species.” Alben frowned. “Um, physical or emotional trauma are for a lot of them, or magical power, If you give me a while, and tell me what he is, I can tell u all about it”
More and more arguments raged across the room, ranging to what had happened to \'that poor boy and how to find out what he was, and how to get him out of Slytherin, and how to best make sure he did the right thing by spying on his new housemates.
Finally, they began to filter out of the room, and Andiss made his move. Unfortunately, so did that big stupid red bird. Andiss was terrified. Not of the overgrown chicken, but of the possibility of being spotted. He could either not reveal himself and be killed, or bite the stupid thing and be found. Both situations were terrifying. He might not be able to get this information to the Master! Fortunately-
“Ow, Dumbledore, Fawkes just ran into me”
“Fawkes, leave James alone”
Still terrified at the possibility of failing his beloved master, Andiss slowly made his way to the direction he knew that the master was in.

Flashback End

Briefly, Harry wondered what would happen in a fight between Andiss and \'That over-grown chicken\'. Andiss would probably win. He may look like a not-yet-half-grown green grass snake, but his poison could kill a human before they even realized they\'d been bitten. Against Andiss\'s Venom, even a phoenix\'s healing powers could avail little.
So, they knew he wasn\'t human. Well, he hadn\'t tried to hide the fact, and it would definitely be amusing to watch them all try to discover what he was.

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Severus Snape strode through the Dungeons of Hogwarts, his robes billowing outwards, his mind lost in thought. Harry Potter, the \'extra child\' was sorted into slytherin. Interesting, wasn\'t it? He wondered how much Lucius would want That information