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The call came in at around 2:30 am on July 31, 1996. It was a call that the workers at the Drakcon Center both hated while at the same time being glad for it. Across the various realms, there were some Hunters and Slavers of those born with Dragon Blood in their family lines causing them to change into Drak. Draks due to being able to use magic while having various dragon attributes were sought after for their scales, blood, wings, and even meat by Hunters. Slaver groups had also found Draks, once "tamed" made good manual laborers on several worlds. The Drakon Center did its best to protect Draks wherever they were, this was made all the harder as Slaver and Hunter groups created and used spells to block out the Center's sensors of Draks that had been taken. The call that came through on the morning of July 31 was one tied to sensors that detected a Drak going through their inheritance alone. Such calls were rarer than all the others the Center received and had to be answered right away before the Slavers or Hunters discovered their mistake.
A team of four consisting of two Alphas and two Omegas, a male and female of each, was assembled to go collect or rescue the new Drak as need be. Not sure what to expect the four Draks arrived in their human forms wands held tightly in their hands and attack stances. They were therefore shocked to find themselves not in an encampment but in what looked like a street in the Non-Magical zone. The team's only clue of where the Drak might be was a powerful Protection Ward around one of the two-story homes on the block they had Ported into. "What kind of slavers put up such high-powered Protection Wards but don't use a spell to block our sensors?" Chet asked the rest of his team.
"Must be their first time," Angela said with a shrug as she and Chet led the two Omega of their team to the front door of the house. Through the use of hand signals, the team got through the door of the home, finding it a little strange that there were no added spells or enchantments on it. Nor were there any traps on the inside of the home. The group was able to detect a Drak upstairs though they also saw some heavy-duty locks on a door under the stairs. The team split up with Chet and the female Omega Healer heading upstairs to check on the Drak they could sense, while Angela and the male Omega checked the basement in case the slavers had other kids who had not gone through inheritance in case that was what this particular slaver group business plans had been.
Chet had Darlene follow him up the stairs as they went in search of the newly awakened Drak. It was not hard to find the Drak or the slavers for as soon as reached the second floor they saw the slavers standing before a door that had more locks on it than the one downstairs leading to the basement. Chet breathed a sigh of relief seeing that the Protection Wards that were around the place had produced a second layer around the room keeping the slavers out. "Do they not have control of the protections for their own headquarters?" Darlene asked in a whisper. Chet could only give her a shrug as he prepared himself to face off against the slavers. He thought the group they worked for had them deep undercover for the three looked as if they could be a family with the two males both being rather large while the female slaver was rather thin.
For one so large and muscular, Chet moved in absolute silence to the trio of slavers, once more shocked when he noticed none of them held any weapons or even a wand. "They must be overconfident in dealing with kids," Chet thought to himself as he got right up behind the older of the two males.
"What freakiness have you brought into my house now boy?" the fat slaver asked pounding on the door to the locked room.
"Who do you work for?" Chet asked causing the three slavers to jump nearly a foot into the air as they turned around to face him.
"What are you doing in my house?" the fat slaver asked.
"I asked you, who do you work for?" Chet said shooting out his right hand and grabbing the slaver by the scruff of his nightgown and easily lifting the man a solid foot off the floor.
"Let go of my husband," the thin woman cried as she grabbed at Chet's arms. As the slavers were distracted Darlene came out from behind Chet and rushed towards the room where their senses were telling her the new Drak was. Hoping the Wards around the door would let her in she did not break stride as she rushed the door breaking it off its hinges.
Taking a look around she spotted the new Drak lying face down on a too-small bed his back covered in blood from where his wings emerged from his back. But she saw something was wrong, there was too much blood, and unlike when wings came out the first time normally the boy still appeared to be bleeding. Rushing to the bed Darlene began to see what she could do to stop the blood flow. As both his wings and scales were still out she knew it would be pointless to try any forms of healing enchantments alone and would need Douglas's help if they were to work properly. It took Darlene to realize the boy was muttering the same phrase over and over again in a weak voice that was almost too low for even her Drak-enhanced hearing to pick up. "Siri, Mom, Dad I will be there soon."
Darlene's heart broke realizing the boy thought he was going to die but there was little she could do for him, but Chet or Angela might be able to help as her senses registered that the boy was an Omega. Seeing a closet she opened the door and found clothing that looked like it would be a better fit on the younger slaver than the boy, but she was not looking to use them to cover the boy rather she placed them on his back to help staunch the blood flow. "Don't worry little one I will be right back with some help," Darlene said as she fought her Omega instincts to remain at the new Drak's side so she could get him some help.
"I told you I work at Grunnings, you bloody great lumix," the fat slaver said as Darlene left the room to find all three slavers trying to get Chet to release him.
"Why all the locks on the boy's door then?" Chet asked shaking the fat man who still dangled a foot in the hair jostling the thin woman as well. Chet did not even seem to notice the younger slaver was hitting the Alpha Drak's back with some sort of blunt object as Chet's full focus was on the fat man.
"Would you quit playing with these criminals and get in here," Darlene said.
"Criminals!" the thin female slaver screeched turning on her. "You are the ones that broke into our house and are accosting my husband."
"How long are you going to keep up this charade?" Chet asked.
"We don't have time for that," Darlene said stunning all three slavers so they could take them in after they helped the boy.
"Was that necessary, I was still trying to find out which group they are part of?" Chet asked.
"Ask them when we get back to HQ, our target will not stop bleeding. He is also an Omega his body might respond to you as we wait for the others," Darlene said dragging him into the room behind her. Chet turns back only long enough to place binders on the three slavers in case they have some enchantments on themselves that would allow them to throw off stunners after a bit.
Darlene winced seeing the large shirts she had placed on the boy's back were already soaked through with his blood as she had Chet lift the small boy off the bed and hold him to his chest. Seeing the Omega curl up against, Chet's large chest Darlene pulled out her bag and began to dig for some Blood Replenishment potions to have Chet feed the boy. Leaving the pair in the room she went in search of the rest of the party, only to find them both standing outside the door under the stairs. "How bad is it?" she asked unable to think of why they were standing there rather than helping other kids the slavers had in their possession.
"I don't think they are slavers," Angela said moving aside to let Darlene see the other side of the door to find not a stairwell leading to a basement but a small room where a small comforter was laid out covered in dried blood patches. By the smell of them, the blood had come from the young Drak upstairs.
"How long have they had this kid?" Darlene asked not expecting an answer.
"From what I can detect the earliest patch of blood is from nearly fourteen years ago," Angela said. "I take it you and Chet found our new Drak. Did you get anything from their keepers?"
"I did not see if Chet did, but it appears like he had not got much from them past their cover story. I was more concerned with our new Drak whose cell had another layer of Protection Wards on it, as well as seven deadbolt locks on the door," Darlene answered. "I need your help, Douglas, he has not stopped bleeding after his wings emerged."
"Dear Grantac," her fellow Omega said turning green at the loss of so much blood knowing the wings were usually the first thing to appear when one came into their inheritance.
"Indeed," Darlene said leading the pair up to the boy's room.
The three members of their team found Chet still holding the newly awakened Drak Omega as the boy's blood dripped onto the male Alpha's black leather pants. Darlene saw even with the Blood Replenishing potions she had given to Chet for the boy, he looked rather paler than she had left him. Douglas rushed forward as the pair of them began to perform the spells that would hopefully stop the blood flow and heal the boy's back at least long enough for them to find out why the bleed had been prolonged in the first place. Darlene also hoped that the boy's wings were from a recognizable family so they could return him to them after all this time. When the two Omega team member's spells took effect and they saw the boy's back begin to knit itself back together Darlene removed some more overly large shirts from the room's closet so they could use them to clean the boy's wings.
It was a hard job to accomplish for their own Draks fought them the whole time knowing that the cleaning of a new Drak should be done by their parents and loved ones. But since they had no idea who this boy was or even if he knew his real family, the group took the utmost care to gently wipe the blood from the Omega's wings doing their best not to touch the wing's scales if they could help it. There was a collective gasp as they finished cleaning off the blood to take in wings of blue and gold, but unlike a pureblood Drak's wings, they also appeared to be of a gossamer-like makeup. "No wonder he had such issues, he is part fairy," Douglas said recognizing the wing design due to one of his third cousins' mate being a hybrid Drak-Fairy who had similar wings.
"I don't recognize his family though," Angela said.
"How many Drak-Fairy families could there be?" Chet asked.
"You would be surprised," Douglas answered," the one that I know of Home Realm had an entire continent of such Bondings."
"Well fuck," Angela said having taken over holding the male Omega to her chest.
"My thoughts precisely," Douglas said.
"Maybe we should use one of this Realm's spells to get his identity and family lines," Darlene suggested being more familiar with Earth than her partners.
"Do you know such a spell?" Chet asked.
"I believe so give me a moment. It has been two hundred years since I last was on this world," Darlene said as the others gave her the asked-for moment. When she recalled the spell Darlene cast it at once producing a roll of parchment containing the information she was after. "According to this our new Omega here is named Harry James Potter and is the son of James Flemont Potter whose family contained fairy blood. His mother is Lily "Rosebud" Samantha Potter nee Evens nee Rasmuth whose family holds his Drak blood."
"Rasmuth, Rasmuth," Chet said to himself in thought. "By the Holy, isn't that the royal family of the Cirit?"
"No that is Ransmuit," Douglas said shaking his head at the younger Alpha.
"The names are rather similar," Angela broke in, "depending on when his mother's family came to this World it could be the same clan."
"It does not matter," Darlene reminded them, "our job was to bring him in we can deal with this later." Getting nods of confirmation Darlene and Douglas started creating a Portal back to Drakcon Control while Chet went to retrieve the group of slavers to get them to processing when they got back. Angela while holding the too-small Omega to her body looked around the room and spotted a trunk that had clothing that looked like it fit the boy. She easily hoisted it in her free hand before joining the others in leaving.
As the group walked through the Portal to Drakcon Control the Wards around the small home broke, causing a spell that had been sent up to monitor them to go off in the office of Albus Dumbledore. Waking with a start at the alarm of the Wards around Harry's home breaking, Albus called Fawks over to him to take him to the Dursley home. The Headmaster's entire body was filled with fear that one of the Death Eaters who had evaded capture since the start of summer had somehow found Harry and had killed the boy in revenge for the death of their master. Albus's fear seemed to be confirmed as he found the door to the Dursley home open with all the upstairs lights on. Rushing into the home Albus noticed a door open under the stairs but he ignored it as he ran up the stairs two and three steps at a time.
Reaching the upper floor landing he saw a door hanging off its hinges as if something heavy had smashed against it. Albus took a moment to notice the multiple locks on the side of the door before he went inside. The color drained from his face as he saw a large amount of blood on various surfaces of the room as well as seven shirts lying in a heap all with a large amount of blood on them. Using his wand Albus was able to determine the blood belonged to Harry, yet of the lad, there was no sign. Casting a quick Ward on the home to prevent any Muggles from entering the place, Albus began to look for the Dursleys as well, And while there were signs of the beds having slept in Harry's family were missing as well.
Albus wished Harry had stayed at the Burrow, as he kicked himself for not helping to readjust the Weasley Family's Wards so that they would block out all the mail that had been sent to Harry which had sent him back here. He had specially designed Mail Wards for this place so that only people Harry knew and considered friends could have their letters reach him. Hence he had Hagrid be in charge of getting Harry his Hogwarts letter before the boy's first year. Albus had only gotten into trouble twice for his Mail Ward once from the Ministry and another time from the Goblins of Gringotts when they had tried to reach out to Harry. Albus had made the necessary changes to add the Ministry to the approved list to contact, Harry but as the Goblins had stopped bringing it up Albus had forgotten to add them to it as well. Not that any of this helped him at a moment as he returned to Harry's room to look for any clues of what had happened to him. Thinking he could use some of Harry's blood in a locator potion/ritual Albus collected some of it before cleaning the rest away.
Nothing stood out in the room as strange, apart from the inordinate number of locks on Harry's bedroom door, that could answer what had happened in the room. He did see that whatever or whoever had taken Harry and his family had also removed his trunk as well since there was no sign of it in the room. Without the trunk or Harry himself, there appeared to be no magical items in the room at all at a glance. Having heard from Sirius that to perform some of his homework as he was here during the summer months Harry had used a small area hidden under a loose floorboard. Getting down on his hands and knees, Albus began to look for the floorboard in question, but before he found it he was able to see a pink envelope under Harry's bed. Recognizing it as a message letter which like a Howler could let someone speak to the recipient, but unlike a Howler, it would speak in a normal voice and could be used more than once. Thinking it might be a ransom note that had been knocked off where it had been set and landed under the bed Albus grabbed the note and activated it.
"Harry, come on speak to us," Hermione's voice said through the letter in a wavering voice as if the note had been listed to a large number of times making the charms lose their power.
"Yeah, man please don't cut us out," Ron's voice said from the letter.
"We know you are hurting after Sirius's death, but retreating is not good for you," Hermione again.
"We don't have to even talk about his death or how you stopped Bellatrix and old Voldyshorts. Just send us something," Ron.
"We hope to hear from you soon. Ron's mom gave us some extra message letters parchment so you can use it to talk to us," Hermione.
"Please at least let us know you are alright," Ron.
"Oh, Harry where are you?" Albus asked as the message letter stopped speaking giving him no clue as to where the boy had gone.
The boy in question had fallen asleep curled up in the protective hold of one of the Drakon Control agents who had come to collect him. As he slept Harry's mind went back to the events following his friends and him going to the Department of Mysteries to rescue Sirius. After being sent back to Headmaster Dumbledore's office Harry had collapsed in a heap having no energy to do anything other than curl into a ball and cry.
When Dumbledore had found him the old man had given him a Calming Draught before wrapping him tightly in an oversized blanket. "Your OWLs are done, Harry, let's go somewhere safe," Dumbledore had said as he guided Harry to his fireplace and Flooed them both to the Burrow. Harry collapsed into Mrs. Weasley's arms shedding fresh tears from the night's events as Dumbledore explained to the woman who was like a mother to Harry what had happened. After the story, Mrs. Weasley helped Harry up the stairs to a room and put him to bed. The next day Harry barely left the bed having no energy to move at all, and only eating when Mrs. Weasley came in and helped him get down some tomato soup, otherwise, he was left alone.
Harry could not tell if this was good or bad, for when he was alone all his mind would focus on was Siri's death and the duel with Voldemort, yet if he was with others he feared they would ask about what had happened in greater detail. Thankfully since Dumbledore brought him here a few days before the Hogwarts term ended the normally bustling Burrow was blissfully silent. And even when Ron and Ginny returned they gave him plenty of space. This sentiment was not shared by the inhabitants of the rest of Magical Britain as there were nearly constant owls delivering for him. Some with letters of thanks for having stopped Voldy, while others were asking for interviews or public appearances so they could celebrate the end of a Second War before it had even truly begun.
Harry could not accept praise for what he had done wishing the letters would stop but there seemed to be no end to them. Hearing about Mail Wards that were sometimes placed on certain homes, Harry knew that such Wards had to exist on his Uncle's house, but also on Grimmauld Place due to the number of protections Sirius' family had placed on the home. The thought of living in his Godfather's place and having a constant reminder of the man, Harry knew he just could not cope with it, so with great reluctance he ended up going back to #4 Privat Drive hoping he would feel better by the time his Sixth Year was set to begin.
However, moving back into the smallest bedroom of his Uncle's house led to some issues. Thankfully not from his family, who were now leaving him alone, but without Mrs. Weasley or any of his friends there, Harry found he did not have the energy to take care of himself by eating properly. He still managed to get to the bathroom, but that was only out of the desire not to lay in his piss and shit for who knew how long. Also without anyone there, his mind was constantly filled with dark thoughts making him contemplate ending his own life.
After all, death seemed to follow him like a chick that had imprinted on him. First taking his parents, when he was just a baby, as well as any other family he might have had leading him to live with his Aunt Petunia and her family. Harry had himself been partially responsible for another death in his First Year as the fight for the Philosopher's Stone had led to Professor Quirrell's death. Though considering the man had been trying to kill Harry himself, he thought he got off lucky from that encounter. Thankfully during his Second and Third Years, no one around him had died, though there had been some near misses with the Basilisk and even Buckbeak slashing Draco Malfoy. He had watched Cedric die after the Third Task just cause he had to go all noble and invite the other boy to take the cup with him leading to Voldy's return. And while Voldy and his supporters had not killed that many people since the man's return they had almost murdered Mr. Weasley thanks to Voldy's snake. And now Sirius, Bellatrix, and Voldy all dying on the same night all because of Harry going to the Department of Mysteries.
The only thing that prevented Harry from taking his own life was that he did not want to cause the anguish he was feeling over Sirius's death to Hermione, the Weasley family, and most importantly Remus. Harry felt that if he died, Remus might just lose it having lost all his friends and then Harry might just break the man. Yet while he had no desire to kill himself it seemed his body had other ideas, for as the anniversary of the time of his birth came around he felt his back seem to explode showering him in blood as something burst from it. Harry could not even find the energy to look and see what had come out of his back as the pain he was feeling was excruciating zapping what little energy he had left. As he felt his blood leave his body he just decided to lay there telling his parents and Godfather he was coming to them.
Harry was vaguely aware of someone bursting into his room, but he just thought it was the loss of blood causing some hallucinations as he saw a small woman with seafoam green hair leaning over him and trying to stop the blood. Having no energy to help or hinder her, if she was even there in the first place, Harry stayed where he was. After a while, the strange woman leaves him only to return a short while later with a strange man. While the woman had been short maybe around five feet, the man that followed her was like a living mountain having to bend down to get through the doorway, his bare head still brushing the top of Harry's doorframe. Harry soon found himself in the surprisingly gentle hold of the man which led him to feel safe for the first time in a long time leading him to fall asleep and have the dream he was currently having.