Remember that voting is over. And in case anyone needs to be reminded, the following men are in the harem:

Severus Snape with 104 points

Tom Riddle with 104 points – I will eventually make him look younger and more handsome

Fred and George Weasley with 88 points

Charlie Weasley with 81 points

Lucius Malfoy with 68 points

Fenrir Greyback with 64 points

Draco Malfoy (I will figure something out concerning him and his father) with 63 points

Cedric Diggory (since I kinda already got him in) with 50 points

Well enjoy the new chapter. And this story, along with others, will have slow updates, so please forgive me.

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As his usual gracefulness allowed him, he landed on his injured leg while Cedric landed on his hands and knees once the world stopped spinning around them. "Did anyone tell you it was a Portkey?" Harry asked, looking towards his staggering Dominant.

"Was about to ask you the same," Cedric answered as he helped Harry up. He glanced around uneasily, taking in the sight of the tombstones surrounding them. "Wands out, I suppose?"

"Your wand should be out," the younger teen commented, the tip of his tail agitatedly flicking. Something just wasn't right with the whole set up. If the Cup was grabbed, the task should be over. He took a step closer to Cedric, nearly pressing himself against the older teen. Cedric wrapped an arm around his shoulders comfortingly. "I don't like it here…"

"It'll be okay," Cedric reassured him. "I'm sure if we get back to the Cup, we'll be taken back to school."

"I hope so," Harry said lowly, crouching down to the ground and staying hidden behind the tombstones surrounding them. "Cedric, get down." Silently, Cedric bent down next to the Carrier, looking around the edges of the tombstone he was hidden behind. "See anything?"

"No," the wizard replied with a shake of his head. "Stay low. We'll make our way over to the Cup."

Harry nodded once in acknowledgment before they started to crawl on the ground, staying hidden behind tombstones and overgrown grass while quietly making their way to the glowing Cup. The uneasy anxiety that bubbled in Harry's stomach started to burn. Something is not right with any of this. Something bad is going to happen, but he just doesn't know what!

Hearing a soft whimper, Cedric stopped before reaching out his hand and placing it on Harry's shoulder. Harry looked at him then moved to his Dominant's side and pressed against him, seeking some form of comfort. "We'll be fine," Cedric reassured the younger teenager, arm wrapped around Harry's shoulders and his face buried into the dark locks. "I promise, we'll be fine."

The smaller teen nodded once more before Cedric pulled away and continued to crawl along the ground. Hesitantly, Harry crawled right behind him. Then Cedric's hand found a thorny plant, making him gasp and sit up enough that his head is visible over the tombstone.

"Kill the spare!" a raspy voice called out.

Instinctively, Harry grabbed Cedric's leg and pulled him down, a barrier wrapping itself around the older teen's skin. The green curse hit him, but because of the barrier Harry's Carrier instincts created, the curse only stunned Cedric. Harry scampered on top of his mate, panicking as he checked for breathing and a pulse, a soft sigh of relief escaping him when he found both.

Then he was suddenly flying through the air, slammed against a large tombstone where vines wrapped around his wrists and ankles, even around his stomach tightly. Worried about the new lives within him, he did his best not to struggle, less the vines tighten enough to harm them.

"Well this is a surprise," the same voice commented.

Harry's eyes shot towards the one person he did not wish to see anytime soon, holding a bundle in his arms. Peter Pettigrew's eyes scanned over his in shock, not expecting Harry's appearance.

"It does not matter," the voice emerged from the bundle. "Continue with the ritual!"

"Yes, master," Wormtail said, going over to a large cauldron filled with boiling concoction.

As Wormtail desecrated the grave below Harry and cut off his own hand, Harry tried to tug on the vines around his wrist. Like he expected, they tightened. A growl escaped him when he saw Peter approaching, lips curled back and fangs bared. "Blood of the enemy, you will revive your foe," Peter muttered, digging a knife into Harry's arm.

A roaring scream escaped the Carrier as the knife cut his arm, making it bleed. Wormtail gathered the blood and poured it into the cauldron, then collapsed to the ground and cradled his own bloody stump where his hand once resided. Harry glared at him, fangs still bared and growl turning into a snarl.

His snarling ceased when the tall, lean, pale figure of Voldemort rose from the cauldron. His hands reached up and stroked his own bald head, eyes closed before snapping open, revealing eerie crimson orbs. "Robe me," he ordered the sniveling man. Wormtail staggered to his feet, unfurling the bundle that apparently is the Dark Lord's robes, then one-handedly robed the man. He held out his hand before Wormtail placed Voldemort's wand in it.

The red gaze from the Dark Lord didn't waver from Harry, who stared at him with narrowed emerald eyes. At the moment, all Harry is worried about are his unborn children and his unconscious Dominant. At this moment, Voldemort is a threat to all of them.

"I must admit," Voldemort started, stepping towards the bound Carrier. "This is an unexpected surprise. The last thing I expected was for you to not be human, much less be a Carrier. After all, as far as anyone knows, your parents were both human."

"I was stolen from my parents and given to the Potters," Harry growled at the Dark Lord, who continued to approach him. "Don't you dare touch me!"

"Still so feisty," Voldemort chuckled before turning and walking back to Wormtail. "Hold out your arm."

"Master," Wormtail said with a grateful smile, holding out his bloody stump. "Thank you, Master."

Voldemort rolled his eyes. "The other arm, Wormtail," he specified.

The grateful smile fell and was replaced by a pleading frown and a whimper. "Master, please," he begged before Voldemort lost his patience. He grabbed Wormtail's bloodied limp and pressed the tip of his wand to the Dark Mark on the screaming man's arm.

Harry snorted. Even he has to admit that Wormtail is quite pathetic.

Within seconds, black wisps of smoke flew through the air and landed on the ground, revealing a circle of people around Voldemort, all of them in black robes and white masks over their faces. The one that landed next to Harry looked around for a brief moment, seeing Voldemort distracted by speaking with the others, before slowly reaching over and grabbing Harry's tail, which was left unbound. Using his thumb, he gently rubbed the thick skin, bringing Harry's attention to him. Then the young teen sniffed the air and nearly smiled. His other Dominant is here.

"Well now those protections are useless," the Dark Lord gleefully pointed out, nearing the end of his long speech.

The hand left his tail seconds before Voldemort turned and approached Harry, who growled at him once more.

The Dark Lord raised a hand, a single finger pointing towards Harry's head. "I can touch him now," he stated, pressing the tip of his index finger to Harry's scar. Pain seared through him, making Harry scream loudly then he lashed his tail, knocking the hand away.

"My Lord, if I may interject," the Death Eater next to Harry said when he noticed Voldemort was about to strike the teen in punishment. "He is a Carrier, and thus, his screams will attract Sires to come to his defense. Harming him will be very unwise."

"Oh? And you know this how, Severus?" he asked, tearing off the mask that covered the Potion Master's face. "I do not care that he is a Carrier. You know the prophecy as well as I do. Either I kill him or he kills me."

"Yes, I know," Snape answered. "Yet if we think about what happened the day you attacked the Potters, I believe that prophecy has already been filled. He has defeated you once. It did not say you had to be gone for good. And thus, killing him would be pointless."

Red eyes glared at the man. "Is there something I should know concerning you and Potter, Severus?" he asked warningly.

A few feet away, Lucius Malfoy looked back and forth between his best friend and his lord. He knows about Severus and Harry Potter. Draco had become friends with the teen and told him quite a bit, even the fact that Potter is a Carrier and chances are, Severus has claimed him.

"All I am saying, my Lord, is that the prophecy has been fulfilled," Snape stated. "You attempted to kill him when he was a baby, but that spell backfired and hit you, thus killing you. Nowhere in the prophecy did it say you have to stay dead."

"Severus, I know you are a Sire, so tell me the truth," Voldemort warned, a wand against the Potion Master's neck. He heard a faint growl from the bound teen. "Is there something between you and Potter?"

For a moment, Snape was silent, then his robe fell away as he shifted into his Sire form, wings opened and making him appear larger than he actually is as his tail lashed through the air. "He is mine, my Lord," he stated, plain and simple. "He carries my child inside of him, as well as three others. And even if I must defy you, I will protect him. I do not wish to fight with the man I once called 'friend', though, but I will not allow you to harm my mate."

Many of the Death Eaters were surprised by this declaration. Even Voldemort was slightly shocked. Then his lips curled into a smirk and he chuckled lowly. "Well then, Severus, as I do not wish to enrage a Sire who merely follows his instincts to protect, I won't kill him," he stated evenly. "And I suppose your logic concerning the prophecy does make sense." With a wave of his hand, the vines wrapped around Harry were gone, and the Carrier landed on the ground.

A low whimper escaped from Harry when he landed, pain shooting up his injured leg. Snape knelt down by him and gently inspected the leg. Harry pushed his hand away and shook his head, then looked over at Cedric. "He isn't dead," Harry whispered low enough for only his Dominant to hear him.

Snape nodded once in understanding. "Change back," he ordered.

With a nod of his head, Harry's Carrier features melted away, shifting back into his human form. "My Lord, if he is gone for too long, Dumbledore will suspect something," he pointed out. "Will it not be a better idea for Harry to go back, take the Diggory boy's body with him, and announce your return?"

Voldemort stared at him with a blank expression then a corner of his lip twitch into a barely noticeable smirk. "Yes, that will be a very good idea," he said. "And you, of course, will vouch for his declaration?"

Snape nodded once. "Yes, my Lord," he answered.

"Then take them back," the Dark Lord ordered. "There are many alterations I must make to my plans since Harry Potter is now untouchable."

Snape growled lowly, narrowing his eyes to glare at the other man.

"Don't fret, Severus," he said calmly. "I do not plan on killing the boy anymore. After all, as you have said, the prophecy has been fulfilled years ago."

Snape didn't answer or say anything, merely helped Harry to his feet and over to the other teen. Once at Cedric's side, Harry fell back to the ground and laid on Cedric's back, nuzzling the stunned teen's neck. "I will return to the castle the way I came," he told him. "You will have to Accio the Cup to you and it will take both you and Mr. Diggory back to the castle." He ran a hand through Harry's hair. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine."

He knows that this entire experience has stressed Harry out, which is not a good thing, even when he was mating with the fathers of his unborn. Stress is not good for the pregnancy, or the Carrier. After this night, he knows it will take a lot to calm Harry down into full comfort and security.

"I will see you soon," he whispered lowly, wings wrapping around the smaller teen before giving him a light peck on the cheek.

Harry stopped nuzzling Cedric's neck and kissed Snape back. "Be careful," he said lowly. Snape nodded then pulled away. Harry reached out towards the Cup with one hand, the other wrapping around his wizard Dominant tightly. "Accio Triwizard Cup." The glowing object flew to his hand and the world spun.

Within seconds, he hit the ground and music was blasting in celebration. It was stopped with harsh words, the Headmaster noticing neither boy is moving. A hand grabbed Harry to pull him off of Cedric. He screamed in protest and fury, trying to throw the arm off of him as Cedric's father came to the older teen's side, calling out his name to try and get a response. The hand holding him was suddenly gone and another took its place, a loud growl erupting behind him as he was pulled against someone's chest and large black wings wrapped around him.

"Dad," he whimpered. "Is Cedric gonna be alright?"

Alexei glanced over at the older teen, seeing the boy's father in tears but hearing that Cedric is alive, just stunned. "He will live," Alexei reassured his son, rubbing his upper arms. "Are you alright?"

Harry nodded. "Just a cut and a bite," he answered. "Severus didn't let anything else happen."

That explains why the other Sire suddenly took off like he did. Alexei spotted Dumbledore trying to approach, rage in the old man's eyes. Alexei tensed and growled loudly, glad that he told Jesse to take the kids and go somewhere safe. "Back off!" he snarled.

"I merely wish to ask him what had happened," Dumbledore stated in a grandfatherly tone. "And to check over his injuries."

Alexei merely snarled at him, holding his son closer against him as his wings spread a little bit. "You will not touch him," he stated. "He is not yours." Dumbledore stepped closer and Alexei snarled, fangs bared.

"We must get Cedric to the Hospital Wing," Amos Diggory exclaimed. "He is stunned, but he may still be hurt!"

Harry whimpered at that thought. "Don't worry," Alexei whispered soothingly, gently rocking his eldest. "He is fine, even I can see." The teen slowly nodded a couple times.

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Cedric woke shortly after he was taken to the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey had exclaimed in shock that the magical residue around Cedric was the killing curse, but a very powerful barrier is still wrapped around him, pressed against his very skin. When questioned, Cedric only said that he doesn't know a thing about the barrier and all he could remember was grabbing the Cup with Harry before they were suddenly in a graveyard. Amos held his son tightly and cried tears of relief. Harry smiled from his spot on the bed next to Cedric, Alexei still in Sire form by his side. Snape, in human form, had arrived moments after both teens were taken to the Hospital Wing, though chose to stay at the other side of the room.

"We still do not know what had happened at the graveyard," Dumbledore pointed out, few teachers around him. McGonagall stood to his left and Moody to his right. Pomfrey continued to bustle back and forth between the two teens, making sure Cedric is unharmed and she hadn't missed anything as well as checking over Harry's bitten leg.

"Should he wish to talk, he will," Alexei growled, tensing up as though he expected an attack to fly his way in seconds.

"It's alright," Harry whispered. "I threw the barrier onto Cedric. I heard someone say to kill the spare and instinctively, I erected a barrier onto Cedric to protect him. The spell hit and he fell, but he still breathed. I was then bound to a large tombstone before Peter Pettigrew came. He was holding something, a bundle of sorts. He put it in a cauldron, took a bone from the grave under me, his own hand, and then my blood."

"Dark Magic," Dumbledore commented lowly.

"Voldemort came out of the cauldron, his own body," Harry continued. "Pettigrew gave him a robe and his wand then Voldemort called his followers. He touched my forehead and… it burned. It stung. It just hurt!"

"How did you escape from him?" Dumbledore continued to press.

"I was freed," Harry answered. "Voldemort…wanted a duel. As soon as I had a chance, I ran to Cedric, summoned the Cup to me, and we landed back here."

Before another question could be fired, the doors to the Hospital Wing flew open and the Minister marched in. "Well, anyone want to explain what the bloody hell happened out there or why there is a Dark creature in this school?" he demanded, pointing towards Alexei at the last part.

"Watch where you point that finger, human," Alexei growled. "You may find it missing in a second."

"Dad," Harry sighed.

"Young Mr. Strav has just informed us of Voldemort rising," Snape stated. "Because of his quick actions, he and his fellow classmate have survived."

Fudge scoffed, making Alexei growled. "You-Know-Who?" he mocked. "Returning from the dead? I highly doubt it! And that still does not explain what a Dark creature is doing here!"

Alexei let out a low roar, loud enough to get attention and to let the man know he is not happy, but low enough to not be heard outside the room. "Call my son a liar, will you?" he snarled, fingers twitching as his tail lashed.

"Dad!" Harry called, reaching over and stopping his father from moving. "Calm down. Really, acting like this is completely ridiculous."

The Sire growled lowly, tail still twitching as Fudge and Dumbledore verbally battled.

Seeing his father calm, even if a little, Harry scanned over the occupants of the room, the unease creeping into his belly again. McGonagall looked ready to start lecturing Fudge on his ignorance. Snape and Cedric watch the two men, the teen glancing at Harry once in a while. Then his eyes landed on Moody. Moody's eyes, both of them, stared directly at him. Shivers shot up Harry's spine and he let out a low whimper. He can see the traces of madness in those eyes, even the fake and bewitched one.

Hearing his whimper, Snape looked at Harry then at Moody, noticing that is who the Carrier is staring at. Unnoticed by either Fudge of Dumbledore, Snape let out a low growl. It was still loud enough to catch Moody's attention, making him look at Snape, who simply glared in return.

He knows that Mad-Eye Moody is not who he appears to be. He met Moody a few times, and the scent of this man does not match. He tried telling Dumbledore before, but he was ignored. He does recognize the scent, though cannot name the man.

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Harry had received his half of the winnings, Fudge deciding that since both teens grabbed the Cup at the same time, they can split the prize. Without hesitation, Harry gave his half to the Weasley twins to start on their own prank shop. While Ron, Ginny, and Molly Weasley lied and stole from him (along with Hermione), he saw no reason to direct any distrust or anger to the other members of the family. Charlie seemed nice. He never met Bill. Percy is a bit of a pain, easily drunk with power. Arthur is just ignorant with a fascination for things that he should not be meddling with.

The end of the year approached quickly. Seeming to sneak up on the entire school, the last day had arrived. Harry chose to visit Cedric at the Hufflepuff table, pressing up against him with one hand over the slight swell of his stomach. Cedric had his arm over Harry's shoulder and his hand over Harry's own, fingers laced over that swell.

Dumbledore gave his usual end-of-the-year speech, only adding on that Voldemort has returned despite what the Ministry says and to be careful over the summer. Many students still doubt the return, but many still believed. Once he finished speaking, the Hall buzzed with whispers and soft conversations, mainly about Voldemort's supposed return.

Cedric looked down at Harry. "So how are we supposed to do this?" he asked.

"Do what?" Harry asked, looking back up at him.

The older teen sighed then explained lowly, too low for the other students. "Well I don't want to leave you alone, especially while you're pregnant."

Harry smiled softly and pecked him on the cheek. "After he got a very thorough lecture and threat from my dad, Severus decided I should stay with him," he stated. "I guess he just wants to make sure Voldemort doesn't try anything, too. If you want to join us, just go talk to him. This being your final year and all, you must be planning to move out of your house soon."

"Yeah," he sighed, seeming to suddenly remember that he is sharing his boyfriend/mate with another person, and most likely more as time goes on. He just wasn't sure if he was comfortable with that. "So I suppose all three of us have to live together."

"Severus says it's best for me if we all live under the same roof," Harry explained. "But he said that you and he don't have to be in contact all that much. We just need to find a place big enough for all of us because his house is one person only."

Cedric let out a low hum. Chances are high that he will have to share Harry with others besides Professor Snape, meaning they would not need a house, but a mansion. Well, he does have the mansion that his mother told him she would give to him when he settles down. Two stories, five bathrooms, a kitchen with forty house elves, a large dining area, two studies on each floor, a large pool in the backyard, a library that reached from the floor to the roof, and well enough for the dominants he knows Harry will end up collecting, fifteen bedrooms. Granted as time goes on and he has more children, they will need more, unless they can convince Harry to slow down and take the protection pill. Not to mention the mansion is out in the country, far from any city or village, so they should have some peace and quiet.

"I just need to have my mother put a certain mansion under my name and I think we'll be fine for the time being."

Harry looked up at him curiously. "Really? What's it like?"

"Large and beautiful and plenty of room for you, me, and all other dominants you will snag."

With a small smile, Harry planted a kiss on Cedric's jawline. "I'll talk to Severus about it. I know you're still nervous around him."

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He found his Sire mate in the potion lab, seeming to take stock of whatever he had left so he can order in new ingredients for next year. As soon as the door closed, Snape looked at him over his shoulder.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"Does something have to be wrong for me to come and visit one of my mates?" Harry replied as he approached the Sire. "I actually want to talk to you about where we're going to live."

Snape sighed before Harry's arms were around him. "Do you have something in mind?"

"Cedric and I were talking and his mother promised him a mansion that belongs to her family for when he settles down," he replied. "He's going to have all the paperwork done soon, hopefully, and that can be where we start off. Cedric says its big enough for us three, the little ones, and any other mates I get. It would be a good starting home, admit it."

A chuckled escaped the older creature as he gently pried Harry's arms off of him then pulled the teenager from behind him to his front. "Sounds perfect. Though after a few years, we may need a bigger home." He ran a hand through the soft, dark locks of his mate. "How have you been? After that incident in the graveyard… all that stress isn't good for you or the children."

Harry nuzzled the hand gently. "I'm fine," he answered, raising the arm with the healed cut on it. All that was left was a slight scar. "I won't have Voldemort after my head anymore, and that makes me feel a lot better." He nuzzled Snape's chest and sighed contently. "Everything will be fine now, right?"

Snape allowed a small smile to grace his lips. "Well, it should be."

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As much as it pained the two Dominants to be separate from Harry, and it pained him as well, until everything was finalized with the paperwork and the home taken care of enough to move into, Harry remained at the home of his family. Snape came by to visit him every day, Cedric as often as he could. The swell on his stomach slowly grew, and the pregnancy had every con with it.

Severus had taken to making him potions for the nausea that were safe for both Harry and the unborn babes. It helped him keep food down. Cedric, whenever he came around, would bring some tea that wouldn't upset his stomach and would calm his nerves, also pampering him when he could. Alexei found it funny how easily both the Dominants could calm his eldest and make him melt. At the moment. Harry was upstairs in his room, Cedric with him while Snape was in the living room with Alexei.

"When I asked Cedric about that mansion Harry told me about, I probably came to the same conclusion as you," he stated.

"Harry is a Carrier, he will have more mates and more children," Snape pointed out. "There is no way around it. I have seen the mansion and it will be good for the time being. Should Harry have a third litter while we are living there, if the next one is as small as this one, then we will manage. After that, we would need a larger home."

"So it's a starting home for all of you," Alexei sighed as he took the cup of tea Jesse handed to him. "Thanks, love."

"Thank you," Snape said as Jesse handed him a cup as well.

"You're both welcome," the blonde replied with a small smile before crying was heard from the downstairs playroom. In an instant, Jesse was gone.

Snape chuckled. "He makes a good mother," he commented.

"Mm-hm," Alexei hummed with a soft smile. "He's been a good one since Harry was born. After he was taken away and Samantha was born, when the baby starts crying, he's there at the drop of a hat." He took a sip of tea then sighed gently. "So, how are things going to be between you and Harry's other mate?"

The other Sire shook his head slowly. "Diggory was one of my students, it would seem odd to him that he and I are sharing the same mate," he pointed out. "For the time being, I believe distance until comfort is a necessity."

"Sometimes, that's the only requirement," the other Sire sighed. "What about school?"

"He's very intelligent, just gets distracted by everyone expecting him to save the day, so his grades lack," Snape pointed out, placing his cup down. "He can be home-schooled, though. With the children as the only distractions, he should do quite well. Especially with Diggory and I both there."

Alexei sighed with a heavy shrug of his shoulders. "Severus, my son was missing for nearly fourteen years," he started. "You have to understand how hard it was for me to let him go to that school where his kidnapper reigned over everyone. Now he's back home with two mates and pregnant with four children sired by three men. I hope that you understand my hesitation to just let him go again."

Snape leaned forward slightly. "I give you my word, if any harm comes to him, whether I was able to stop it or not, I will slit my own throat," he promised. "After I kill the ones who hurt him. I will keep him and the children as safe as I am able to."

Alexei chuckled and nodded his head. "I'll keep you to your word."

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Sorry this chapter is shorter than the rest, i just wanted to get it out there. Like I said up top, the updates will be slow. I cannot promise an update every few months. Work is getting insane and my hours are unpredictable now. So I will try my best to update this as soon as I can.