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Chameleon's Song	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 132346 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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AN: I’ll soon be posting some fics for a friend that wants them up here, but not on her own page. I can’t ‘say’ that they are hers, but hopefully you’ll like them as much as mine. The posting of these will in no way effect my own stories, in fact they’ll probably make me want to work harder on getting mine finished. The Charlie/Hagrid is her idea, as well. (bows in shame)

Also, I half expected someone to have picked up on the references under the Salamandrea description. Isn’t anyone worried about poor Neville, in the hands of the Ministry? And yes, I intentionally spelled it Salamandre, to denote the difference from the small salamanders.

Now, on with the bestiality!

Lee: Hello, Lee. Great to hear from you! I hope you won’t give up on this story, cause I want to make sure that none of the pairings, or good stuff, seems forced. I’ll get there, and I promise to make it juicy, kay?

unneeded: Snape does deserve a family. Tell me, who would you like him paired with? Tonks may just need some time, too. And the parent’s revenge is a go!

heartstar: Glad that you agree with me. Snape is just misunderstood.

Anon: Terry loves his scones!

alwayslove: And I posted it just for your birthday! Not really, but I would have if you’d told me. Hope you had a great day! This chapter is especially long, to make up for not wishing you a happy birthday in the last one.

Chapter Nine: Reptilian Heritage

Naga

An entity or being, taking the form of a very great snake—specifically the King Cobra. The Naga, or Nagini if a female, are an ancient race from the Far East, usually from India or lower China. The creature can transform the lower part of its body into that of a snake, often as far up as the chest, and is often adept at Parseltongue. This is the only human-based cross that commonly has this trait.

Naga are natural breeders, in that they only bear young as females and must breed with a reptilian-based form in order to reproduce. This can be done with Manticore, Hydriads or Dragonite, but never with Dulcette, Salamandra or Hebradores, as they are amphabize. The Naga will produce an egg, sometimes two, but never more, and it will gestate in the womb for five of its seven months. When the female expel the egg, the male will then guard and nurture it until it can hatch. This nurturing is done by way of the song that is sung to it by the male, a guttural and earthy sound that most other creatures find to be unpleasant. Female Naga will hunt and care for the male while it is in charge of the egg and this produces a strong bond between all family members.

Naga live for longer than many other creature based forms, and during their life span can bear as many as fifty young, though they often abstain due to problems of habitat. A healthy Naga or Nagini can usually live to be over one hundred years of age.

           Lucius had collected his son in the dark of the morning, somewhat after Harry had left with his potions, and with a heavy cloak covering Draco, the two blond men departed the school.

           They traversed the grounds until they passed the anti-apparation wards and walked into Hogsmeade. Lucius took his son’s arm and together they disappeared. Narcissa Malfoy greeted them at the doors to the manor, wrapping her arms around her son and hugging him close.

           “I’m fine, Mother.” The boy declared.

           “Of course you are. Cannot a mother be pleased to see her only son?” She said, guiding him inside.

           Lucius followed, carrying the bag of Draco’s things that had been brought along. “Get some sleep, Draco. Tomorrow is going to be special. You’ll want to be well rested”

           Draco turned and glared at his father, but the man’s face betrayed nothing. The younger Malfoy turned and hurried up the stairs to his room. His suitcase would be brought to him by an elf and he would have to wait until morning to discover what duplicity his father had been up to.

           The bed felt heavenly after the rough sheets of the infirmary and he was asleep shortly after he’d lain down.

*****

           Harry woke to the sounds of his dorm mates rushing off to breakfast. Ron stopped by his bed and called out. “Just because you don’t have classes, don’t mean you should sleep all day. C’mon Harry.” And then there was silence.

           His head still ached, so he fumbled in his coat pockets for a vial of pain potion. He downed it quickly before crawling out of bed to head for the shower. The water was just warm, not too hot, and standing under it added a calming effect to the potions.

           Harry put his face under the flow, rubbing the remains of sleep from his eyes, as a queer thing happened. Suddenly, all of his bones felt like rubbery and he nearly collapsed to the floor. As he held onto the nearby towel rack, his legs began stretching, elongating until his hips were above the shower head and his head bumped into the ceiling. As abruptly as he had grown, he shrank back, widening at the hips and shoulders. Soon, he was reaching up to the towel rack and so wide that his legs couldn’t stand parallel on the floor.

           Again his body changed, becoming elastic and flowing around him. His arms stretched to the opposite walls, shrank back to his sides, his head ballooned then deflated. His back arched, the bones disconnecting from each other, then snapping back into place. His belly distended, his chest bulged, his hips widened and narrowed, his neck swerved from side to side and his lower body fused, becoming first a long sinuous tail, then growing fins where his feet had been.

           Finally, when all of the contortions had ceased, he lay on the tiled floor, exhausted and out of breath. He crawled to his hands and knees and crept across the room to the rows of benches that lined the end of the shower stalls. Once there, he lay along one and closed his eyes, draping one arm across his face.

           He wasn’t sure how long he lay there, perhaps because he had drifted in and out of sleep, but when he woke, he was alert and energetic. He nearly flew to his feet and only stopped to take stock of himself. He looked the same, but he felt brilliant. He dressed quickly and hurried out to get something to eat.

            He walked into breakfast to find that he’d not missed much. He sat across from Ron and Hermione and filled his plate to rival the red-head’s.

*****

           Isabel walked into the Great Hall and over to the Gryffindor table. She stood behind Harry and he turned around and stood up.

           “Isabel?” he asked and she pulled a book out of her pocket and handed it to him.

           “You may find one of these convenient. I suggest you learn to do them wandless and wordlessly.” She said watching as he stared at it.

            He didn’t speak and she turned away, going directly to the Ravenclaw table and joining Lisa Turpin and Su Li there. Harry looked at the book’s title, Quick Spells for Contraception, by Don O’Brien and quickly put it into his back pocket and scurried into his seat.

            “What was that all about?” Ron asked and Harry felt his ears heat up.

            “Potions.” He said, quickly stuffing food into his mouth at random.

            Ron nodded and returned to his breakfast. Hermione was suspicious but she left her first questions for later. “When did you and Morag Macdougal get to be such good friends?” she asked instead.

            “We were together in that special potions class, and talked afterwards. She’s brilliant.” Harry said enthusiastically. “Knows potions better than Malfoy.”

            Hermione gave him a wide-eyed stare and he looked down, suspiciously. He’d let them jump to the wrong conclusions, if it kept them from asking questions that might bring them to the right answers and give away his secret.

            “So, you’re more than just friends, eh?” the girl asked.

            Harry’s blush was so perfect, he didn’t even have to lie. “Hermione! We just talked.” He told them, putting down his fork and getting to his feet. “I’m gonna see if I can visit Seamus and Neville today.” He said as he started to walk towards the head table.

            At the front of the room, Harry stopped in front of Madame Hooch and Professor McGonagall and waited until they acknowledged him. “Mr. Potter?” Minerva said.

            “Professor, I was wondering if I could visit my friends today?” he asked.

            “Mr. Longbottom is scheduled for a special treatment on the fifth floor and I would need to speak with Madame Pomfrey about Mr. Finnigan’s current condition.” Minerva said.

            Madame Hooch spoke up, surprising Harry about her inclusion into the specifics of the situation. “I don’t believe that the rest of the patients are beyond the crucial period that Mr. Potter’s presence would influence. Didn’t the headmaster say that four full days would be necessary for the transitions to calm down?”

            “Yes, Rolanda. You are correct, of course. Mr. Potter, you’ll have to wait until Saturday, three days from now. I’m sorry.” Minerva said before she turned back to Madame Hooch, effectively dismissing the boy.

            Harry cleared his throat and she turned back, irritated that he had interrupted her, again. “I apologize, Professor. I was just wondering if the Headmaster had any specific instructions for me.”

            “None that I know of.” McGonagall said and Madam Hooch spoke up, once more.

            “If Mr. Potter is available, I could use the aid of an exceptional flyer for my first year class. We have an unprecedented number this year.”

            “That would be fine, Rolanda. Mr. Potter, unless you are told otherwise, you will work with Madame Hooch today.” He nodded.

            “Be at the pitch in one hour, with your broom.” Rolanda said and he was summarily dismissed by both instructors. He turned and walked away, muttering under his breath.

            “And now I have an hour to kill, and no one to talk to in the meantime.” He headed up to the dorms to collect his broom and his thoughts.

            While in his quiet rooms, Harry decided to write down what had happened that morning, while it was still fresh in his mind. He took out a new notebook that he’d bought at the beginning of the term and pulled out his quill and ink well. When he’d completed his description of the events, he stashed the book, with the one that Isabel had given him, and headed off to the Quidditch pitch, broom in hand.

*****

            After breakfast, while Lucius drank another cup of tea and read the Prophet, an elf popped into the room, bowing deeply to him. “Yes, Lollie?” he said.

            “Sir, we’s having a guest.” The little beast said.

            “Very good. She was expected, Lollie. Bring her here.” Lucius said, folding his paper. “Oh, and Lollie. Where is Master Draco at present?”

            “Young Master is in The Garden.” Lollie said.

            “Good, good. Go on, Lollie.” The man said and the elf disappeared. Lucius poured another cup of tea and placed it near the tray so that, when the door opened, his guest could have a cup ready for her. Calling this girl a guest was usually only necessary when someone who had no knowledge of the Malfoy family structure was around, but Lollie was a young elf, so Lucius let it slide.

            The door opened and a pretty blonde girl in her twenties entered and crossed to place a loving kiss on the man’s cheek. “You are looking well, mon Pere. Grande Mere sends her love.”

            “Ah, Fleur. And how is mon Mere?” Lucius asked taking her hands and holding her so that he could look her over. “You are prettier every time I see you.”

            “Oh, Papa! What a flatterer you are.” Fleur flowed into the chair and tipped the cream into her cup. “Grande Mere is good, very healthy and wishing she could have a visit from her son. Now, tell me what news you have. What was so important that you called me home?”

            “The greatest of news, my sweet child. A Chameleonis has surfaced.” Lucius reached out and reclaimed her hands. Squeezing her fingers to show his excitement.

            “What? How is this possible?” she asked before pulling one hand free and sipping her tea.

            “Harry Potter, of course.” Lucius said with a grand wave of his hands.

            “Arry Potter?” Fleur put down her cup and leaned closer. “That little boy from ze tournament?”

            “Now, Fleur. Remember, that little boy won the tournament, saved your little sister and defeated the Dark Lord. We can no longer deny that he is very special.”

            Fleur wrinkled her nose and sat up straighter. “You know zat I am engaged.”

            “Yes, yes. I was not considering you as a mate for young Potter. But, your brother.” Lucius sang out.

            “Maurice?” Fleur gaped with a knowing smile. “But, would Draco be interested??” she added.

            “That’s why you are home, my Darling. Only you have the ability to convince that boy to do the things he finds unpleasant.” Lucius smirked and the girl giggled.

            “Oh, Papa! You are a truly evil man!” she said, jumping to her feet and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Where is my sweet Maurice, so I can go and congratulate him?”

            “Your brother is in the gardens, the indoor garden, of course. Draco isn’t fond of snow.” Lucius patted her arms affectionately. “Eh, Fleur Dear? You do know that he isn’t fond of that name, didn’t you?”

            “Of course! That is why I call him by it.” She said before she danced out of the room.

*****

            Draco sat on a smooth wooden bench that circled an oak in the center of the solarium. He leaned back and looked up, enjoying not only the view of the clouds through the skylight, but the fact that his wings had retracted overnight and made it so much easier to relax like this. He was happy to be home, away from the school for a few days and free from the problems and stresses that were overwhelming him recently.

            As far as his father was concerned, Draco knew fully well what the man was up to. This was the third time Lucius had brought him home to try to convince him of something or to break some life changing news. The last time had been to tell his son that he was changing sides in the war.

            Draco smiled at that thought.

            “You are looking very pleased with yourself. What are you thinking of Maurice?” Fleur said as she came down the path.

            Draco didn’t move other than to close his eyes. “I have five names and you only seem to remember that one.” He griped.

            “Well, if you prefer. What are your thoughts, Draco Anthony Maurice Lawrence Lapetus Malfoy?” she said, taking a long breath after wards. “It’s quite a lot to say.”

            “Which explains why I only go by Draco.” He told her.

            “And now, you could explain why you are avoiding my question. Oh, wait. I know. The Chameleonis. That is what puts a smile on your handsome face.” She teased and got an immediate reaction when he glared at her. “It is not?” she asked feigning innocence.

            “You wouldn’t be asking me this, if you had already thought it through, Fleur. A Chameleonis can only be produced one way, and if Harry Potter is one, then that means that his father is . . .” Draco said letting his words fade out and watching realization dawn upon his half-sister’s face.

            “ . . .my father.” She gasped and Draco nodded. “He is my brother?”

            “And do you really want your brothers mating?” he threw her way.

            Fleur looked puzzled for a second, then smiled slyly. “Ah, ah. You are My brothers, not each other’s. I think you could make beautiful little Veela babies.” She cooed and Draco groaned loudly.

*****

           Seamus stood on shaky legs, his knees turned backwards and his feet narrowed into small cloven hooves. His pajama bottoms were rolled up to keep from tripping him up worse, and his shirt was tossed onto the bed, leaving his torso bare.

           “I don’t understand,” Madame Pomfrey said as she stood back and watched his poor attempts to walk about the area. “It’s your heritage, Mr. Finnigan. Why are you so uncomfortable with your parts?”

           Seamus looked up, too fast, and tumbled to the floor. When he was righted again, he held to the bedpost and spoke to the healer. “It’s not like other races, Madame. Faerie folk don’t like to change back and forth, so once one has taken one form, it’s hard to change and adapt to it. My mum, she was like Luna, before, and when she met me da, she decided to stay in human form, forever. I doubt she could float, now. If I get too used to this, I’ll be stuck in it forever, too. Most likely, that is. I’ve heard of a few, cousins I think, that have been able to change back and forth, but it’s rare.”

           He took a few tentative steps as Poppy stood ready to catch him. He tottered but managed to stay upright.

           “It seems like you should just stay abed and wait until the change reverses.” She told him but he frowned “Why ever not?”

           “This is part of me. I’m not gonna deny it, unless I can’t change back later. D’you think this is just the potion, or am I a bit more faerie than me mum thought?”

           “The potion would increase the extent of your attributes, but we’re not sure to what degree. Professor Snape will need to ask you a few questions about this, when the quarantine is lifted. We aren’t allowing anyone with creature blood into the infirmary until then.”

           “I hope I can keep this level. It’s kinda fun to be able to change like this. I feel so free!” Seamus managed a little leap and spin though it ended in a near topple.

           “Try to get to walking first, Mr. Finnigan. Dancing is for after.” Poppy admonished him.

           “Yes ma’am.” Seaumus took four flawless steps and turned carefully. “If I can manage the distance, could I go over to see Neville?”

           “I see no reason not to. Mr. Longbottom? Are you up to a guest?” Poppy called out.

           “Bout time. Come on over, Seamus.” Neville called back.

           Seamus beamed and headed in that direction. His steps were cautious but he managed to move fairly quickly. Poppy followed and pulled up a chair near Neville’s bed. Seamus stared at it, then looked up at the medi-witch in confusion.

           “I won’t be able to sit on that, Ma’am. Mind if I climb up on the bed, Nev?”

           “Come on then,” Neville said skooching up and crossing his legs.

*****

            Due to the unusually large number of new first years, the flying lessons were taught to a single class at a time and by noon only the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins were finished.

            Harry walked up to the castle, exhausted from flying from student to student, catching the ones who slid off of their brooms and giving a helpful piece of advice to others who it seemed just might. Madame Hooch praised him for a job well done and sent him off to eat, admonishing not to overdo it or he’d likely be sick when he came back to work with the Ravenclaws.

            Now, as he dropped onto the bench to have his meal, he wondered what had made him think that this would be a breeze.

            The warmth of another person came up behind him, a pleasant scent in his nose and a deeply secure feeling, predicted the arrival of Isabel, and Harry turned to rise and greet her.

            “I hope I didn’t cause you any discomfort, this morning.” She said and Harry smiled.

            “Not too much, though I’m afraid Ron and Hermione may be of the impression that I fancy you.” He admitted shyly.

            “Me? And why would anyone think that?” she wondered.

            “I gave them the impression. It was easier than the long story. I believe I have a secret that I’m not ready to share with my best friends.” He said.

            “But, you told me. Maybe you do fancy me, Harry.” She teased.

            “And this may justify their assumption.” He said indicating the arrival of said couple. “I’m not ready to tell them the truth. Do you mind?”

            Isabel laughed, “Not at all. To be seen in the company of the Chosen One can only help my reputation. Especially in Ravenclaw house.”

            “Very practical. They do say Ravenclaws have the most common sense, as well as intelligence. I wonder if you could help me with a spell?” he asked.

            “A spell? Sounds intriguing.” She looked around as Ron and Hermione were closing on them. She found a bare space on her own house’s table and took his hand. “Come with me. You look famished. We can talk while you eat.”

            She led him to the table, pushed him down, sat next to him and watched as he filled his plate.

            “So, what spell are you looking for?” she asked.

            “A privacy spell.” he said, taking a bite of potatoes. “I’m keeping a journal, just started it in fact, and I’d like to make sure the wrong eyes do not read it.”

            “Intriguing was an understatement. Tell me more.”

            “I want a spell geared to make it so that only a . . .” his voice dropped into a whisper. “Chameleoni can read my words. It’s so that any child I might someday bring into the world, if there is the slightest chance they are one, can know what to expect, unlike me. I don’t want to deprive my heirs, but I won’t give this to everyone else.”

            Isabel’s eyes regarded him with undisguised admiration. She smiled fondly and nodded. “You are a wise man. I’m surprised that you weren’t put into Ravenclaw, with a mind like that.”

            Harry chuckled after swallowing his bite of chicken. “That would have been a mistake. I hate studying and usually rely on Hermione’s help with my lessons. By the time I get back to class, I’ll need it, too.”

            “Ravenclaws aren’t just study-aholics, you know. Wisdom cannot come strictly from books.” She scoffed.

            “Don’t let Hermione hear you say that.” Harry joked before tucking in in earnest.

            “So, about that spell . . .I’ll check the library after class and try to get you something by dinner. We could meet up after.” She suggested.

            “Great! Same place as last time, eh?” Harry said and she smiled.

            “I wonder what the castle will provide us with this time.” Isabel said with a chuckle and Harry smiled back. “I’ll bring my potions notes, and help you keep up.”

            “That’d be great, too. Can you bring your charms stuff?” he asked, sipping his juice to wash down his food.

            “Sure. Anything else?” she smirked.

            “Nope, I’m good for the rest, at present. I’ll let you know, if things change. Isabel? Why are you being so nice to me?” he asked.

            “Maybe I fancy you! Kidding, I just wanted to make up for that stupid reaction to your secret. I’m not that stuck up, you know. It was a kinda programed instinct. My family is very strict.”

            “I can appreciate that. Apology accepted. I gotta go, now. Madame Hooch has some more torture planned for my afternoon. If I don’t get killed teaching first years to stay on their brooms, I’m going to visit with Hagrid before dinner. I’ll see you after.” Harry stood and noticed Hermione watching from the corner of his eyes, so he leaned down and planted a quick peck on Isabel’s cheek. “Sorry, that might have been a little overkill, but I know Hermione and she would never believe in this, without at least some PDA’s” and he turned and rushed out the doors.

            Isabel watched him go with wide-open eyes, fighting the desire to touch her cheek. She wouldn’t let the students think she was some blushing virgin, even if she was.

*****

            The Patil sisters were the first to be released from hospital, once they had shown Madame Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall that the potion’s effects were reduced and that they were capable of transferring from creature to human and back again at will, as well as showing that they possessed no inherent tendencies to the kind of violence that marred members of their race in the past and had given it a foul reputation. They pranced innocently out into the halls and proceeded to the Great Hall for dinner and located Harry as he sat down to his meal.

            “Hello, Harry.” The said in unison, though one of them spoke in the language that only three residents of the castle understood. Harry looked up in surprise.

            “Hello, Padma, Parvati. When did you get out?” he asked.

            “Just a bit ago,” Padma said with a smile.

            “We’re the first.” Parvati said with a suggestive smirk. Harry’s smile looked less congenial and more concerned as he nodded and watched them sit on either side of him.

            “Oh, well. Good, for you.” He said, feeling no little amount nervous.

            “Harry?” Padma asked. “We heard a very interesting rumor while we were in hospital.”

            “Yes, you see. Blaise’s tail talks in his sleep.” Parvati finished for her sister.

            “Really? That’s fascinating. Is it something that you really want to talk about here?” he asked nervous that they had found out his secret and were about to blurt it out in the middle of the Great Hall.

            “I don’t think there’s a problem with that.” Padma said.

            “We can say it in a way no one else would understand,” Parvati said.

            “It seems that Mr. Zabini of Slytherin fancies you.” Padma hissed into his ear.

            “Yes, quite a bit. He wants you, Harry. Wants you bad.” Parvati hissed in the sexiest Parseltongue Harry had ever heard. Of course, he rarely heard a snake sounding like it wanted to be treated to sexual favors.

            “We also heard,” Parvati continued.

            “That this might be because you are a Chameleonis.” Padma hissed with a smirk and a wink.

            “And that is a very intriguing thing to us, as well.” Parvati whispered, looking around at the others at their table. “We want to talk to you about that later.” She added, climbing to her feet and turning away as Padma joined her.

            “See you later, Harry.” The two said in unison, winking matched eyes and smirking matched smirks. They sauntered over to Ravenclaw table and sat across from Isabel Macdougal.

AN: See, long right? I want to make sure that every chapter has something about the creature in the book insert, so I couldn’t stop this one until I’d included the Patil twins. Whew!
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