The Extinct Soulmate

Familiars

Harry opened the creaking door. He felt the houses core shudder at the entrance of a new visitor in over 100 years. Cobwebs hung lightly in the corners, hiding behind peeling corners of wallpaper. Flowers and vines twisted through floorboards, hiding as Harry's footsteps echoed around the cavernous rooms.

Harry hated it. It was so quiet, so, unfulfilling. That may just have been the side-affect of leaving his mate. Harry sighed. He needed something to distract him, even if just for a few minutes.

His hands touched the withered floor, the house gave in quickly. His magic flew from him, twisting and wrapping around every nook and cranny. Harry didn't open his eyes until he was sure. This was his house now. It was bonded with the most powerful wizard since Merlin. Harry had better done a good job.

A soft grey carpet paved the floor, folding around Harry's feet. The walls were a pastel blue, so calm it edged on white. Harry weaves through the endless corridors, stopping a few times to look into a bedroom, or parlour. It was a massive house. He eventually halted at a large wooden door, which he flew open with flare. Draco would've been proud. Draco. Harry shook his head, he had more important things to do than think about than the blond.

The room he had entered was the library. It had rows upon rows of stories, adventures filled with dragons and princesses. Harry turned around, looking up at the vast collection of leather bound journals, heart-filled explorers who tackled the world of creatures first hand, writing it down for the world to see. He would find everything he needed here. But first, the eggs.

Draco sighed. His father had been pacing for the last five minutes, and his mother was unsuccessfully trying to calm him down.

"Lucius," she sighed, looking at her husband with a worried expression. "Look, he hasn't specifically stated that he rejects Draco, so he can just avoid him until-" she was interrupted by a frowning Lucius. "Until when!" Draco sighed, knowing that this would be going on for a long time.

"Draco shouldn't have to avoid this boy! They have a chance to produce a bond thought to be extinct! Most people would die for that chan-" . This time Draco interrupted him. "Father, most people's mate aren't their fucking enemy!" Narcissa looked at him, with a look saying 'really?'. "Draco," she started, looking at both her husband and her son. "We all know you've had a crush on him since like 3rd year." And when Draco tried to object all she said was, "And don't even try to deny it. You know it's true."

Once his father had calmed down, Draco had time to think. He would just try to ignore Harry. It hurt to be without him now, but it would be unbearable if he was a actually rejected. He couldn't, wouldn't think about that. It would most likely end up with him crying himself to sleep. The thought of Harry rejecting him, bulling him for his weakness. Draco's hands started to twitch, he got up, and changed. He needed to sleep. He needed to sleep on all the thoughts that plagued his head, shrouding his common sense with worry and chaos.

Harry was reading a book on mates when he heard a crack from the other side. The eggs were rustling in their makeshift bed, a small bowl filled with kitchen roll. Stacked on top of a few books. With a lamp, pointing at a jaunty angle, attempting to warm the eggs.

They were cracking at the top, looking like lightning running through the ground. Harry got up from his chair, where he had previously been sat down reading. He was actually at a very interesting point.

One of the eggs top fell off, to reveal a small snake. It was jet black, with hints of emeralds green lurking around in the light. It's eyes were slits, the visible part a deep orange, red hiding in the shadows. It hissed, and Harry hissed back, not realising he was slipping into parsletongue.

"Hello, Hadrian." The snake hissed, "My name is yet to be decided, but you are my master, so it is for you to name me." Harry faltered. "Master?" He hissed back, wondering how many minutes they would have until the other egg hatched. "You are my master, and I am your familiar."

The snake creeped up Harry's arm, sensing his worry, and wanting to correct it. "I am your familiar. I am here to protect you and offer you guidance. And don't try to hide, I-we can sense your feelings." Harry hadn't realised that the other egg had hatched. Out crawled a hawk chick, fluffy and yet vicious at the same time.

It chirped, joining their conversation. "We will help you with your mate. It is possible for you to love another. As long as your love to the other is true, you shall not feel pain." Harry nodded, but was still worried. He hadn't experienced any pain yet?

"Ah, that is because your inheritance is not complete yet, you must still name your familiars." Harry looked at the snake, and asked, quite seriously, "are there more of you?". The snake laughed, as much as a snake could laugh, and while the snake wriggled in Harry's palm, it grew in size, before controlling it, and shrinking down to its previous size. "All will be revealed once you name us."

Harry nodded, before saying, "First, my name is Harry, don't call me Hadrian, it's too formal. Secondly, I name you, Mango." He said, pointing at the snake. The snake nodded, and Harry felt a rush of magic surge through him.

He felt a sharp pain near his abdomen, and lifted up his shirt to find a tattoo of a basilisk, lounging lazily by the rim of his trousers. It was a spitting image of Mango, so Harry inquired, "Are you a mortem basilisk?" And with a simple nod from the small creature, Harry turned to the hawk.

"And I name you," Harry paused, contemplating. It was a tricky decision. "Hyperion." Harry felt proud at thinking of such a name. Hyperion nodded, and Harry felt another surge of magic, and the pain, this time on his lower back, settling between were his wings erupted.

This tattoo was more, powerful. The hawk in the picture was flying, head held high, wings flaming. "You're magic too!" Harry exclaimed, not expecting a magical hawk for a familiar. Or a mortem basilisk. Hyperion nodded, before chirping, " I am a fire hawk, I have limited powers, but I will protect you, and possibly transform in peril danger." Harry nodded. The creatures were sucked into their tattoos, staying quiet at the back of Harry's mind. He had a lot to do.

Hi! I'm currently writing the next bit, so it should be up tomorrow! Hope you're enjoying the story! -kayden

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