What would happen if someone rescued Harry from the Dursley's when he was four? What if those people gave him two loving siblings? And what if those people were not from England and used an entirely different type of magic? What happens when a confident, smart, and brave Harry come to Hogwarts with his two siblings? Well, for one thing, they aren't taking any crap from the pureblood or the corrupt Ministry. These three are about to show England exactly why Mystic Souls scare them. (I do not own Harry Potter.)

Harry didn't expect his fourteenth birthday to be very different from his last few. But he was wrong. Boy, was he wrong. (harry potter x harem fic) (this ship is so slowburn it is physically painful) cross-posted on ao3.