Chapter One

The Truth

Harry Potter, the famous boy-who-lived, stared at the parchment with wide eyes. He almost couldn't believe what the parchment stated. He had grown used to his... new look, but to see the undeniable proof of mere suspicions...


Harry stared at his watch.

11:59 p.m.

He sighed. Another minute. Then he would be fifteen years old. He smiled softly. He still remembered the last year when his entire dorm had their own first 'growth spurt'. It was rather scary to hear them screaming all night because of it, but seeing the changes and how proud they were to tower at their new heights the next morning still made it seem worth it.

He still remembered Hermione pestering everyone about it. It was actually called an Inheritance, but most people just called it a growth spurt, which was an increase in magic and body. From what he understood of the long lecture, the first growth spurt was to increase their magical core, which in turn gave their bodies a boost. On rare occasion, their body would change completely. This is the reason it was called an Inheritance. It would indicate whether someone had magical creature blood in them or not.

Harry hoped he would be able to grow a few inches after tonight. He was still the smallest and shortest boy in their year. And though he knew he would never reach Ron or Seamus, who towered now at 6 feet. But if he could surpass Hermione in height, he would be more than happy.

He stared again at his watch. It was only a few seconds before midnight.

Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... three... two... one...

12:00 p.m.

"Happy Birthday, Harry." he whispered before a white light swallowed his entire body.

Than he began to scream into his pillow.

The pain was unbearable. There were no words to describe the agony. Finally, around two am, Harry had fallen into a light doze, which was broken by the sound of his aunts shrill voice.

"Boy! Wake up and make breakfast for Vernon and Dudley!"

Aunt Petunia knocked on the door several times before storming away.

When Harry opened his eyes, his vision blurred and was swimming oddly. He groped blindly to find his glasses, but paused when he felt something on his face. He pulled them off and for the first! His vision was completely fixed! He could actually see without his glasses now! He wondered what else about him had changed that night.

He could feel his magic much better than before. It is so powerfully intoxicating and... seductive? Why his magic is seductive? Oh well, he didn't care. He touched his throat, suddenly realizing it was very soar, and he was very thirsty. He stood up and walked to the small mirror on the wall next to Hedwig's cage. What he saw in the mirror stunned him.

In the mirror stared back at him a very excited looking, and very beautiful black haired boy. His vibrant emerald eyes thankfully still looked like Lily Potter's, but they had the shape of someone else's. They were now slants and fey-like, with a noticeable silver ring around them. Long crow's wings swept gracefully along his back and his black hair reached below his hips in soft waves, no longer messy, but silky and smooth. His bottom seemed to have grown a little as well. Not enough to seem too womanly, but there was still a difference. He took note of a small button nose that complimented his pale plump lips. And while he was still petite, he noticed, rather disappointed, that his height was still the same. The only positive thing was the air of power that hadn't been around him before...but the seduction?

Harry Potter could not believe that the figure inside the mirror is him. But something else there was...strange. He examined his face and knew he could no longer see James Potter in the set of his strengthened jaw, nor the new graceful height of his cheek bones nor the arch of his brow. Gone was the patrician nose. Gone was every last trace of James Potter. But he could see someone that he recognized. Malfoy.

~End Flashback~

After that sudden shock, Harry had quickly tidied his trunk and ran outside, after picking up his wand. Ignoring his relatives, he raised his wand while he stood on the corner and waited for the Knight Bus to take him to the Leaky Cauldron.

So, after one bumpy, unstable bus ride, here he was, at Gringotts. Just a few minutes ago, he finished a simple blood ritual to check his bloodline. The results fill him with mixed feelings. Anger, betrayal, confusion, fear, and happiness. He no longer knew what to feel, and so he sat, reeling in total shock.

Blood Ritual Result

Name: Hadrian Aurelian Lucius Malfoy-Salvatore

Mother: Lilith Elizabeth Potter nee Evan-Salvatore-deceased

Father: Lucius Abraxas Malfoy

AdoptedFather: Jameson Charlus Potter-deceased

Godmother: Alice Longbottom nee Nate-deceased

Second Godmother: Narcissa Malfoy nee Black

Godfather: Sirius Orion Black

Second Godfather: Severus Tobias Snape-Prince

Creature Inheritance: Full-blooded Lamia

Mate: Thomas Marvolo Riddle-SlytherinAlias ~Dark Lord Voldemort

Harry took a long deep breath before releasing it. He tore his eyes away from the parchment and looked to Ragnok's gnarled face.

"Do you have my birth certificate?" Harry asked with a soft, near-trembling voice.

The goblin silently nodded and walked to his desk.

Even his voice had changed, he realized. It was a quiet, purring alto that was low pitched for a girl, but too high for a boy.

But of course since Lamia were a submissive creature race, all genders changed to the semi-androgynous one that he was now. The book Ragnok sent to him prior to his changing explained a lot, but, Merlin! He truly looked like a bloody girl! Not to mention his mate had been trying to kill him since he was fifteen months old! Sighing, Harry sat back in his chair. Well, it also explains why Voldemort couldn't kill him. They were mates, so they couldn't kill each other. Never.

"Here the birth certificate, Mr. Malfoy."

Ragnok's voice brought him back to the world. He tooks the birth certificate and sighed again more heavily at more proof that he wasn't who he thought he was.

-Birth Certificate-

Name: Hadrian Aurelian Lucius Malfoy-Salvatore

Date of Birth: 31th July 1981

Mother: Lilith Elizabeth Potter nee Evan-Salvatore

Father: Lucius Abraxas Malfoy

AdoptedFather: Jameson Charlus Potter

Sibling: Draco Lucien Malfoy-Half-brother

Godmother: Alice Longbottom nee Nate

Second Godmother: Narcissa Malfoy nee Black

Godfather: Sirius Orion Black

Second Godfather: Severus Tobias Snape-Prince

"Does my father know the truth about me?" He tried to keep out the firmness from his voice to mask his anger. He wanted to know if that man knew who he really was. To know if his own father had tried to curse him in second year after he freed Dobby. If he knew...

"He knows, but is under a strict order and compulsion spell of your mother's, Your father could not claim you as his son until you reached your Inheritance. He was to do nothing that would make the Light suspicious of who you really were, and thus, acted the part."

"Oh." He had to blink for a moment. The reality He was finally having a family! But, how would his father and family react to a song they had all hated? It made him nervous. And he was weary. "So, he is going to claim me now?"

"Yes, if you want to, of course."

"What's going to happen to Harry Potter?"

"That is something your mother is going to answer."

"I'm sorry?"

Ragnok give him two letters which he took and opened silently.

"One is from your mother, the other is from your adopted father. Now, Mr. Malfoy, I want to discuss with you about your vaults, a few marriage proposals, and your current Magical Guardian." Ragnok said crisply, as though it were unpleasant business. He stoped to see if he could go on.

Harry looked up from the letters and nodded, feeling numb.

"As you can see, you have already come into your Inheritance; meaning that immediately, your Magical Guardian will be your father, Lord Lucius Malfoy, and no longer Albus Dumbledore. It also means that Albus Dumbledore no longer has any say in your life. Second, I want to inform you that Albus Dumbledore has been stealing from you." Ragnok's voice was laced with venom as he spoke. "Theft is what the Gringotts goblins hate the most and for us not to notice someone is stealing from under our noses is not good for our business."

He pulled out a list and went on to state exactly what had been stolen which included priceless artifacts, family heirlooms, hundreds of thousands of galleons, and several properties.

If Harry was numb before, now he was stunned. As the list went on and on, a rage built inside him, simmering under the surface of his skin and sinking into his veins most unnaturally, but he was too angry to notice. Finally, as the list ended, he couldn't hold the rage any longer. "What?!" Harry hisses. It escaped his grasp that he nearly lapsed into parseltongue.

"Since the day you were back in the Wizarding World, we have been trying to contact you, but failed. A few months ago, I noticed there was a large number of Galleons missing from your vault. It had not been possible for you make that withdrawal because you had stayed at Hogwarts at the time, so I was suspicious, and did some digging. From what I learned, the withdrawal was made under the name of Albus Dumbledore. He has placed the money into several vaults under the names of himself, Molly Weasley, Ginerva Weasley, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Emmeline Vance, Mundungus Fletcher and several unlisted accounts." Ragnok said with disgust.

Harry felt completely stunned and betrayed. Not only had he learned of his mentor's stealing from him, but his mum in all but blood, his friends, his best friends and even people he didn't know were also part of the betrayal and theft?! He could feel his magic burning his skin as he became even more rageful. This betrayal was not something he was going to forgive or forget. He would get his revenge; he would make sure every last cent was paid back in full, even if it meant every single one of their lives were utterly destroyed! Perhaps his brother, Draco, was right after all. He should not have chosen Ron as his best friend on the train almost five years ago.

"Ragnok, I don't care how you do it, but I want my money back. Take every single Galleon, Sickle, and Knut that they take from me. Every last trinket, book, heirloom, and property. I want it back. I also want to close my trust vault and open a new vault. Transfer all money from the trust vault and the belongings that those bastards took from me into that new vault."

He felt as bitter as his tone, which was a bit harsher than he intended. But he couldn't contain all the anger he felt against them. At least, not at first. But when he saw the goblin wince, he felt sorry for him. "I apologize, Ragnok."

Lamia were not patient creatures. And they were known to have a nasty temper, which probably explained why he wanted to tear out the hearts of every last nasty thief.

"I completely understand, young Mr. Malfoy. You are a Full-blooded Lamia. You cannot help it. Now, I want to discuss your marriage proposals..."

"Decline all of them. What is the point, anyway? I am a Lamia. We already have our mates when we are born. And mine happens to be both very possessive and obsessive of me."

Harry cut Ragnok off when he was about to speak again. Harry didn't need to think about marriage proposals. He, as a Lamia, belonged to his mate. Even now, he felt a strong, but suicidal, tug to his mate. The longing and need to be near him was very strong. Almost unbearable.

"I know, Mr. Malfoy. But I think I have discovered something interesting." Obviously whatever it was, annoyed Ragnok given the expression on his face. He gaves Harry another parchment, which he took with a frown.

Marriage Contract

Basedon thiscontract, Harry James Potter will marry Ginerva Molly Weasley when the said bride to-behascome of age.

The said groom to-be will give his bride to-be half of his fortune as a dowry to the bride to-be's family. The groom will give all of his fortune to the bride to-be if he should die. If the groom objects this marriage contract, he will lose his magic.

Signed:Albus Dumbledore- Harry James Potter's Magical Guardian.

Signed:Molly Marie Weasley- the mother of bride to-be

Witnessed By:Cornelius Fudge&Emmeline Vance

He felt shudders wrack his body as he was filled with a rage so pure that he couldn't begin to stop the following explosion.


Imagining that he couldn't be with his mate because of that silly girl, made him beyond angry, it made him fearful, it made him want to die. Which was alright with him, because he would rather die than lose his mate.

"Calm down, Mr Malfoy. I understand you rage, but I would appreciate it if you would control your temper. At first glance, this seems hopeless. However, if you notice, your name in the contract is dictated as Harry Potter not Hadrian Malfoy-Salvatore. This stipulation ensures that you have nothing to worry about. Now, do you want to take your Lordships over the House of Potter, Black, Gryffindor and heir to Slytherin now, or later?" Ragnok asked, shuffling through his desk drawers to bring out a box that contained a ring of every of the House Harry Inherited from.

"I don't think I'll take them now. It means I am an adult, though, right?" Harry decided before opening the box. He had no need to wear them now. He would wear them on his seventeenth birthday.

"Yes, Mr Malfoy." Ragnok confirms.

"Good. Can I ask how the House of Black's Lordship belongs to me?" he could feel his magic shift and swirl around them, pulsing warmly. The magic confirmed that he was the Lord to a few Noble Houses. He smiled. Now he could use his magic without any restrictions.

"Your godfather, Sirius Black, made you his heir. And since he is an escapee and murderer, the Lordships belong to you."

"And the Slytherin?"

"Well, it's seems that the Salvatore is another branch of Slytherin family. They were laying low for a considerate portion of time. And while you're the heir, you can't be a Lord since your mate is the descendent of Salazar Slytherin's first child. However, when Lord Slytherin has a child the title will be passed to him."

Harry nodded and felt his heart warm when Ragnok mentioned Lord Slytherin's child. One day he would bear one for hisDark Lord. But he didn't want to think about that now.

Having Sirius as his godfather would be difficult. It was a known fact that he was a dark wizard hater. And in a way, Harry loved him. But, Harry himself was a Lamia, a dark creature. His magic was as dark as they come. Not to mention the fact that he was a Death Eater's son and, to make things worse, his mate was Lord Voldemort. With all of that in mind, he didn't think that Sirius was going to accept him in his life anymore.

The thought saddened him less than it would have before all of this. Before, Sirius and Remus were all he had left of his parents. But now... now he had a new family...his real family.

He stood up.

"I think I had better go. Please tell my father I will meet him at room, number 10, in the Leaky Cauldron."

Harry nodded to the goblin. "May your vault flow with gold."

"And may your claws smear with enemy blood, my Lord."

Ragnok watched the beautiful Lamia leave before calling for Graddock and Griphook. As he waited for the two goblins, he sent a letter to Lord Malfoy.

Griphooks gravelly undertone announced his presence. "You called us."

"I want you to take the homunculus to the Number 4, Privet Drive then burn the house down. Harry Potter will die today."

Lucius Malfoy stared at the letter in his hands. Today was his youngest son's birthday. Meaning that he had come into his Inheritance. It also meant that, beginning today, the public would know about his youngest son's existence. He opened the letter and read.

Lord Malfoy,

As you know, today is the day your son comes into his first Inheritance. He came today to Gringotts, alone, without his guards and Albus Dumbledore. Your son has learneda great deal of their shocking treachery, and did not take most of the news rather well.

Your son has askedme to inform you to meet him at room Number 10 in the Leaky Cauldron as soon as you can. I hope you will do well with your son.

As for 'Harry Potter', you don't have to worry. The late Lady Potter had everything planned.


Though it didn't show on his face, he could feel the happiness exploding within his heart. He was so thankful that what once drove his family apart was now over. And what's more, his son wanted to meet him! Never again would he part from his Hadrian. He had already missed fourteen years. And his son did not have to be 'Harry Potter' anymore. A rare small smile graced his aristocratic face.

"What's this, dear? You look... happy?" Narcissa's voice was tender as she gracefully swept into the study.

"Narcissa, tell Flippy to ready a room. I will bring my son, Hadrian back." Lucius said, his voice cool, but his mercurial eyes filled with excitement.

"You mean..."

"Yes, dear." He replied, handing the letter to Narcissa.

Narcissa smiled beatifically, her own equivalent to squealing with joy. Finally, their family would be complete! She was finally going to meet her godson!

"Oh, Lucius, I will decorate the room for Hadrian myself! And I will make sure he loves it. This kind of thing cannot be done by a house elf. It might take a few hours, but I will be the one to decorate my godson's chambers, just you see! Oh, there is so much work to do! I have to go shopping first, dear! What are his favourite colors again? Green, black, and blue, I think Draco told me." Narcissa rambles before running to decorate her beloved godson's chambers in a flurry of agile, bird-like movements.

Lucius chuckled, seeing his wife's antics. It had been long time since they were so excited. He would not let anyone dare to take his son away from him again. But he would wait until the chambers were finished before leaving. He wanted everything to be perfect for the arrival of his son. He sent Hadrian an owl stating he would meet him in three hours.

Harry had just come out of Madame Malkin's shop when the letter arrived. He had needed a new wardrobe, after all. He wass lucky that this was the magical world. The clothing was nearly done in only one hour, and he still had time to go elsewhere. He spent another hour in Flourish and Blott's, where he ended up buying a full set of Arithmancy and Ancient Runes books, several volumes on Defense, a few charms books, and three beginners level Dark Arts tomes, to satisfy his newfound curiosity on the subject. He decided to take Arithmancy and Ancient Runes classes and sit the OWLs for this year. He found within himself a now burning need to know as much as possible.

He picked up a few history tomes as well, something about anything other than the Goblin wars. He smiled to himself. After all, when he was 'Harry Potter', he had held his back true power. Having Ron and Hermione as his best friends had made him cautious about doing better than them for fear of loosing his friends. He had fallen back on old habits that the Dursleys had instilled in him. Now that he thought about it though, he had acted rather foolishly, and wasted a monumental opportunity for four years. But now he was free of them and their expectations. Now he could show the world what lay hidden underneath.

What he really wondered was how he could let them do this to him? How could he trust someone so easily? How could he let himself be manipulated by Dumbledore and his lackeys? How?

Brushing aside his musings, he left Flourish and Blott's, and turned down the street to Ollivander's shop. Since he touched his wand this morning, it felt different. He could still feel his connection with his wand but something had changed. Maybe it was his being a Lamia?

He opened the door of Ollivander's shop.

"Ah, Mr Malfoy. I was wondering when you would finally come to me." Ollivander greeted him mysteriously as he emerged from the dusty shadows of his shop.

Harry blinked in shock when Ollivander showed that he knew who Harry was. He had always thought the man was creepy... Now though, now he seemed more powerful than Harry has ever realized... Recovering slowly from his shock he answered.

"Morning to you too, Mr. Ollivander. Can you tell me what might be wrong with my wand?"

Ollivander started to check out his wand, muttering under his breath in quick bursts of words that are in no way intelligible to Harry. He nodded.

"It changed because you are a Lamia now, Mr. Malfoy. A Lamia is a Dark creature, while holly is a Light wood. Of course you felt the difference. But the core is still calling to you as before." Ollivander continued running his pale, spidery fingers over the wand as he murmured to himself. "I need to change the wood. Follow me."

Harry followed Ollivander to the back of the shop. He saw many branches of wood placed neatly on the tables. He also saw many unicorn hairs, dragon heartstrings, phoenix feathers and so forth in large bottles, stacked to the ceiling. It was all rather impressive, if you asked him.

"I want you to feel the wood. If there is a wood calling for you, then that is the one." Ollivander instructs.

Harry did as he was instructed. He walked to the table and brushed his fingers over the branches as he walked. He could feel some calling for him, lightly and some called rather loudly. But one were a perfect match for him until his hand touched a white wooden wand. He picked it up and stared.

"Yew. Curious indeed, Mr. Malfoy. But two wizards can't have a same core and wood, even if he is your mate. If I am correct, there is basilisk venom and phoenix tears running through you veins, correct?" Ollivander questioned him while taking two large bottles with him. In the larger bottle, there was liquid that looked like water, and in the smaller one lay a thick viscous black liquid.

"What is that?"

"Basilisk's venom and ice phoenix's tears. I think it would suit you well, Mr Malfoy." Ollivander answered before taking the yew wood in Harry's hand.

"Wait...isn't having Basilisk venom illegal?"

He didn't exactly care, but still, he had to admit that he hadn't seen it coming. Ollivander lived and had a business in Diagon Alley. To have illegal things with him...actually if he thought about it, it was a rather brilliant move. No one would suspect him have something like that if he had a business in Diagon Alley, rather than in Knockturn Alley.

"I know, Mr Malfoy. But I care about my customer's wand only, first and foremost." Ollivanders smile was small. "Now, why don't you have a seat. It will only take a half hour."

Harry nodded.

After a half hour had gone by, his wand was finished and he left to return to his room at the Leaky Cauldron. In his room, Harry ready his letters from his mother and adopted father. Honestly, he didn't know how to feel about this.

He decides to read the letter from his adopted father first.

Dear Hadrian,

I know now you probably very confused and angry now that you've learned about the truth. I am not your biological father. I know it is rather cruel but at that time, it had to be done.

I don't want you to blame your mother. It is not her fault but mine. Two years before you were born, I had been hit with an unknown spell that made me infertile. Your mother told me it is alright that we would not have children but I noticed that she only said that to calm me down.

I had to give what she desired for. A child. I told Lily my suggestion. At first shewasagainst it, she told me that she wouldnot sleep with another man. But I told her that itwas alright. Iwouldrather her have childthat is not mine,than noneat all. She reluctantly agreed. So, I had been thinking. I had to ask someone whowas willing to impregnate my Lily. At first I consideredSirius, but Lily said it would be awkward.

And then, I met Lucius. I know that he is a Death Eater and married. But I couldn't helpbutfeelthathewas the perfect option. If the Light side lostor anything happenedto us, Lucius couldtake care of you much better than me and your mother.Both he andyour mother thought that Ihadlost my mind. But after I begged and explained everything to him, he agreed.

After a year, you were born.Myselfand Lily agreed that only we and the Malfoyswouldknow about your existence. Itwas,after all,for your own safety. I have made you my heir and I want you to accept it,despitethe chance ofanyoneever figuringout this secret one day.

AndI'm sorry, Hadrian. But I want you to know that I will always love you. And don't trust Dumbledore. He is the one who sent me to my own death after all.

I love you.


James Potter.

Harry took a deep breath in order to calm himself. He couldn't believe what James Potter had done in order to give his wife a child. He truly was an honorable man. He picked up his mother's letter and read:

My dearest Hadrian,

Happy birthday! You are fifteen today. I know you haveread James'sletter and I hope you understand and forgive us.Myselfand James along with your father and Narcissa love you.

I know that you are now a Lamia. My twin, Calla, has told me the possibility of you be a Lamia is very high. First, I want to tell you that I am no Muggleborn. I am a pureblood from the Salvatore family. I was adopted by the Evans when I was a baby. Calla told me, when I was one year old, I was kidnapped. My parents had tried to find me and we met when I was fifteen. At first, I didn't trust them. But after I used a blood ritual to check my bloodline, I knew what they were saying was true. I hope that you will contact the Salvatore to soothe them. They also can tell you more about a Lamia since you got it from the Salvatore side of the family. You aren't alone. After all, the Salvatore family is a Lamia clan.

Second, I want to tell you about a prophecy. The prophecy said this.

"The one with the power to vanquish the power approaches,

Born to those who thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies,

And the dark lord will mark him as his equal,

But he will have the dark lord knowsnot,

And either must die at the hand of the other,

For neither can live while the other survives

Dumbledore came to us and told us this prophecy. We know that it is not you but, Neville Longbottom.Notonlydo youhaveno parents against the dark lord(I'm a neutral and Lucius is his right hand man.), but because it doesn't make sense.

At first, we tried to tell him that itwas not you but Neville, but Albus told us that me and James along with Alice and Frank had defied the dark lord three times already. But because of the dark lord is a half-blood and you are a half-blood the dark lord will come after you, not Neville.

There is nothing we could do but play along with Albus'sgame. He was too obsessed about killing the dark lord, andwe knewthat he did not care if he had to send me and James to our deaths. For that alone, we would not forgive him. He has put you in danger, my son. We also could not tell Dumbledore about Lucius being your father or he would try to use you against him.

A day before we had to hide undertheFidelius charm, I went to Gringotts. I asked the goblin, Ragnok, to create a body that lookedlike you using my blood and James'. We agreed that it was for the best. On the day you came to your inheritance, we decided that 'Harry Potter' would die and Hadrian Malfoy-Salvatore would come back to England after your mother died.

I want you to know that I did this because I love you. I could not let anything happen to you. Now you know that you don't have any responsibility to kill the dark lord, I want you to be happy. I don't even care if you want to join the dark lord, as long as you are happy.

Tell your father I'm sorry for everything and tell him my 'thank you' for giving me you.

I love you

Lily Potter nee Evan-Salvatore.

After reading his mother's letter, Hadrian burst in tears. He couldn't believe that he no longer had to worry about the responsibility of killing his own mate. The thought of it made him want to puke even now.

If he felt the longing to be beside his mate stronger than before, it was now really, really unbearable. But he brushed it aside after a few moments of struggling to get his emotions under control.

He heard his door open quietly after a few moments of silence, and turned his head to look. There was his father, Lucius Malfoy. Tall and broad-shouldered as Hadrian remembered, and just as intimidating. But he could see the warmth and caring in those silver eyes. He could also see the worry at the tear tracks on Hadrian's cheeks. His eyes watered again, dangerously close to spilling over.



With that Hadrian ran up to his father and embraced him tightly, shuddering as he sobed silently into the velvet and brocade-covered chest. Strong arms reached around him, pulling him closer, and he felt safe for the first time in a very long time. He has a family now and a mate too. He would not lose this. Not again.