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Dark Knight	By : xDAISUKIx Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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jujukitty: Yes, me and my cliffies. Theres another one...soon. lol. From now one, the real plot thickens.

DB1: Hello! Here it is!

Lord Geovanni: Wow, your review cracked me up. It's nice to know that even people who think the story is weird will still look forward to reading the next chapter :P

KittyChen: Nope, your theory on the potion was right on the spot. Wizards can't let bloodlines run out can they?

unneeded: Yes, a veritable crapload of stuff. And much more in this chapter too. Well, the story is only just started to get going and all things will be answered...somewhat slowly.

Main Story Idea and betaed by the lovely: SuirenAngel

Written by the egotistical: NeuroticNeko

This contains no Dumbledore bashing (and he's still alive), no Weasley bashing. This is boyxboy.

ALL OF HARRY'S MATES ARE MALE

If you don't know what that means then you shouldn't be here

Edited on the 21/03/13 for more sense-making XD

Harry hadn’t really wanted to take another bloody potion. Really, he hadn’t.

But…since Sirius had been the Lord of Black before he had passed away (and the fact that none of his relatives wanted anything to do with him), somehow, Harry had ended up the Heir of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black. After he drank this potion (which would somehow change his genetic makeup so that he would have enough Black ‘blood’ within him to…impregnate others with) he would then stop being the ‘Heir’ and instead be the Lord of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black.

Harry stared at the potion within the goblin’s hands.

Due to some strange clause that Harry had discussed with Goldhand previously, (sometime before the train ride to Hogwarts, but after the first trip to Gringotts) Harry was unable to access any properties, funds or even the title of Lord Potter until he had turned twenty.

This clause was apparently made very recently, the goblin had said. For a certain playboy Potter. Harry had blushed at the apparent misdeeds of his father.

In front of him, the goblin lifted a wrinkly, ink-stained hand, and tipped the vial over Harry’s parted lips.

The moment the potion hit his stomach, Harry felt his world flip. The bright light seemed to burst out from Harry’s middle, spreading his whole body with sparks. It wasn’t painful, but instead filled his arms, legs and torso with pleasant tingles.

He felt every change, every stretch. He felt the hairs on his head tug on his scalp, felt as his whole body stretched another centimetre, felt as his hair brushed his ears, curling around them.

But then that moment was over.

As the influx of potent blood magic flooded his senses, the predominant gene of the Scáth in the Black blood mixed with Harry’s own blood.

Every single one of Harry’s Scáth instincts rose up to full power and with no pain at all, his body fully transformed. His black hair turned silver and lengthened till it reached his knees, the colour of his skin changed, his teeth and nails lengthened until they were knives and claws.

As the potion continued to fizzle through his system, Harry felt his tail lengthen and the tuft of silver flame now burst into a veritable blaze. He yelped as his left shoulder flared in pain, as if it had been branded.

He twisted his head to see, right under the small insignia of Potter was now another insignia: a snake strangling a griffin.

Slowly, the sensations withdrew and without any feeling again, Harry’s body returned to normal. The only thing left was the exhausted form of one H. J. Potter-Black.

“Well done, Mr. Potter. You have more control than I expected”

“Why did you... ask me... that question?” Harry said, hoarsely, his throat still feeling the burn.

“Well...many people will let their Scáth take over in moments of extreme distress.”

Harry wanted to ask why that was so bad, but he found that he was way too tired to do anything. The potion, while not painful- was physically taxing.

“Scáth aren’t very scrupulous with who they kill. Many have killed people dear to them in moments of pure rage. I’d rather not take my chances.”

Harry nodded tiredly.

“Would you like to see yourself in the mirror?”

Goldhand lifted a small hand mirror and Harry looked blearily into the reflected image.

He didn’t look much different, he decided. He was perhaps a little bit taller and his hair was maybe curlier on the ends- nowhere near the curliness of Sirius’s hair. The biggest changes were to his Scáth, he could feel his creature more than ever now and he had no doubt that his Scáth magics were stronger; he had reinforced his blood with a family known for them after all. Had Sirius been Scáth?

Just as he was about to drift off, he realised belatedly that he was naked as the day he had been born.

Harry walked out of Gringotts a few hours later with basically the same clothes he had gone in with. Almost. Goldhand had apologized (with his nose still high up in the air) about the state of Harry’s clothing and had gone to Madam Malkin’s and replaced his shredded ones with new ones.

As Harry apparated just outside of the wards around Hogwarts, he stumbled as the wind had whipped ferociously and a small slip of paper had fallen out. He bent over and picked it up, curious to see what it was.

Mr. Potter,

May I humbly suggest this place the next you go shopping?

Belinda’s Boutique for the Beatific is a well known ‘posh’ store. It’s suitable for your needs.

Yours faithfully,

Goldhand

Harry folded it and placed it back into his pocket. He’d have to remember to shop there, sometime soon.

As Harry neared the front gates, he spied Dumbledore, sitting there as if he sat there every day, chewing on a piece of grass. Dumbledore’s silver hair jumped merrily in the wind and the blade of grass twitched madly as the Headmaster’s beared jaw moved up and down.

Harry approached warily.

“Sir?”

“Ah! Harry, my boy. How was your day?”

Harry smiled at the silver-haired old man, “Well enough”

“That’s good, that’s good. Ah- here, Harry. This is yours”

-and with further ado, the Headmaster of Hogwarts put his hands behind his back and whistled, walking back towards his office.

Harry watched the blue-robed back of Dumbledore, amused. He looked down on the envelope, it was addressed to Harry J. Potter-Black. He lifted it to his nose and smelled vanilla, which was rather nice. Without much further thought, he slid his finger under the flap and the scent of oranges wafted up.

Dear fellow creature

You are invited to the monthly courtship meeting next Sunday, noon till 5 o’clock.

Portkey enclosed. All creatures accepted.

Weres and Vampires- please remember your pills.

Harry stared down at the piece of paper, confounded. What was this!? A courtship meeting?

“Pfft” Harry couldn’t help it.

This was like- like wizard speed dating? Harry guffawed and was about to put it back in his pocket before realising there was more.

p.s Failure to appear will result in rejection by the society at large.

Harry stared.

Was that a threat?

They can’t possibly reject me because I don’t want to go-

Harry’s eyes widened as another line of writing appeared, as if it had been there all along.

p.p.s There is a complimentary perfume within. Open when alone.

He shrugged and pushed open the gates, greeting the guards as he walked past. Harry strode quickly through the corridors, avoiding the areas with the most people. Eventually, he came upon the Room of Requirement. Whispering the his request three times, he wondered why anyone would put a complimentary perfume within-

-this ‘meeting’ seemed more and more ‘snooty’ as he went on.

The wooden door opened and Harry found himself in a comfortably lounge room, with a small fridge to the side and a few bookshelves here and there. He plopped down onto the couch and grinned in relish as he sank into the soft cushions. He pulled some of the fluffy chequered pillows towards him, lumping them together under his elbows to make a pseudo-armrest. He withdrew the letter from his pocket again, smelled the orange and vanilla and then emptied out its contents.

A small, silver fountain pen tumbled out and so did a small vial of perfume, with an elegant silver stop. Harry put the fountain pen back into his pocket, assuming that it would be the Portkey and that it would activate when it was time, in other words- next Sunday at noon.

But why would they only want him to open the perfume alone?

He took the small vial of perfume into his hands, turning it in the light. It was completely clear, with no impurities or flowers that many perfumes liked to contain. Harry struggled to unstop the bottle, finding it hard for his new-and-improved fingers. Eventually, the stopper was in his hands and Harry caught a whiff of the smell.

It was... enticing.

But what was it?

Harry leaned forward a bit, to get a better sample.

It didn’t really smell like anything, he thought. It just smelled like something... good. God, it was addicting, though. Unable to help himself, he stuck the perfume right under his nose and inhaled.

His heart sped up and electricity seemed to shoot through his whole body. Nothing could stop the moan that escaped from between his lips. Nothing could stop him from stiffening within the tight confine of his trousers.

What the hell was in that perfume?

Harry groaned again as the smell floated around his mind, taunting him. Merlin, just what that smell incited within him. The feel of skin upon skin, the smell of arousal in the air, the sweet breaths that puffed into his mouth as they kiss-

Fuck

Harry was hard, very hard.

His body wouldn’t listen to what he wanted it to do- which was to stop. He found himself pressing himself into the pillows, breath huffing lightly as the soft pillows rubbed against his clothed cock. He kept thrusting against the pillow- it fell so good. But it wasn’t enough. With fumbling fingers he ripped off his trousers and stripped his underwear off. The smell was tantalizing, clouding his mind and pushing the limits of his libido. With a shaky gasp, his hands fell upon his throbbing erection. Breath gasping, he moved his hand. His rough hands felt heavenly and he stroked harder. With gentle fingers he pulled the foreskin down and rubbed the head of his cock, a small bead of pre-cum welled up and Harry rubbed it over his rock hard prick. The next time he pulled, the pre-cum smoothed the passage and his hands slid wetly along his erection. Up, down, up down- he reached another hands down to fondle his balls, moulding the flesh beneath him, causing sparks of pure pleasure to shoot through him. Merlin, it felt so good. The smell that hung around his nostrils didn’t help either, in fact, it encouraged him, causing him to think of thrusting his aching cock into a tight, hot channel-

Harry cried out, his orgasm exploded through him, pearly ropes of thick cum that spurted out and sprayed over the silky pillows.

He fell, exhausted, onto the soft pillows beneath him. The post-orgasmic bliss settled into his limbs and he snuggled into the softness.

Oh, Merlin

What was in that perfume? An aphrodisiac that works without even having to consume it? Why would they send something like that?

But- that could wait till later...

Harry fell asleep, encased in fluffy chequered pillows.

Harry awoke, much later. He sat up, only to find that there was dried come all over the pillows. He picked up his wand.

It felt so right, now. Nothing like before the potion. The woods thrummed beneath his hands and he twisted it in his grip, gazing at every vein and mark in the wood. He cast an experimental tempus. The spell worked like a dream, the time appearing in small silver numbers.

Harry’s jaw dropped.

He hurriedly cast a cleaning charm and hurried out to the Great Hall, forgetting to cast it on himself beforehand.

“They’re asking me to go to a ‘monthly courtship meeting’, it sounds ridiculous-”

“Are you going?” Ryr asked, arms out, tracing a constellation in the heavens.

Harry considered for a moment. There really wasn’t any reason to not go, he mused, and there was that -delicious- smell to think about. Maybe there’d be more at the gathering. Harry scoffed inwardly, and what? Be hard the whole thing?

“Probably”

Harry heard a small intake of breath and turned.

“What?”

Something flickered in Ryr’s eyes and he smiled, “Nothing. Alot of relatives go-”

“I can’t” He added quickly, when he saw the look on Harry’s face, “I have to stay in this lake all day, remember?”

Harry harrumphed in response.

“It’d be lonelier going by myself, AND I’d feel like an idiot, all by myself”

“As if, you’d be the first one grabbed”

Harry raised an eyebrow.

“What? Tall, handsome, powerful, rich. Scáth, to boot”

Harry rolled his eyes, throwing his arms out into the tall blades of grass and the twigs, rocks, pebbles around him. The moon shone brightly in the sky, sending its luminescent rays to the earth. A small breeze rippled the surface of the lake and blew pleasant smells of fresh water over to the pair.

“Carion?”

“Mm?” Harry murmured sleepily, the wind felt so good.

“Come over here”

Harry obeyed, pushing himself up by the elbows and commando crawling to Ryr.

Ryr looked up at him, fingers playing with the long blades of grass. A light blush seemed to crawl up Ryr’s skin the more Harry stared and Ryr turned his face to the side, flushed.

“You smell good tonight”

Harry choked back a laugh, “Really?” He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and sniffed it.

Ryr reached up with both arms and hooked them both around Harry’s neck. The Saviour froze at the contact, not daring to move. Ryr put his nose to Harry’s neck and sniffed. Harry shivered, and it wasn’t from the cold.

“You smell like...” Ryr looked at him shyly, “sex”

Harry felt his eyebrows lift and his face flush with embarrassment.

“Really?”

Ryr unwrapped his arms from around Harry’s neck, placing both on Harry’s chest instead.

“Like wanking” He said frankly.

Harry ducked his head in embarrassment, his next statement coming out in barely a whisper, “You can smell that?”

“Oh yes, I can”

They both stayed like that for a moment, Harry poised above Ryr, the naiad’s hands burning heatedly onto Harry’s chest.

Something flickered between them then and Harry felt like Ryr was going to do something- but then the moment was gone.

“Time to go”

Harry moved silently through the shadows, it was now just past midnight and he had to make it back to Gryffindor Tower without being seen, by teachers or students. There was silence and only briefly was there sound- and that something sounded suspiciously like Mrs Norris coughing up a hairball.

Further along the path to the Gryffindor common room, Harry heard some loud shuffling from the shadowy areas where the tapestries were hung. Quickly, he hid behind a tapestry himself. There was no explaining to any teacher (especially Snape and Bainbridge) what Harry was doing out so late…

Snape would probably mean 100 points off Gryffindor

And Bainbridge… well, there was no need for this teacher to think Harry more of a hormonal teenager than he was sure he already seemed.

His heart thumped in his chest as he strained his ears for the sound of rustling robes or, god-forbid, the sound of Peeves drifting around the Hogwarts hallways.

Judging from the hshhhing sounds he could hear, there was obviously more than one person. Harry could also hear gasps, moans, the sound of clothing falling to the ground and some wet sounds that set the fine hairs on Harry’s ears on edge.

Quickly, he heard more noises and his face flushed horribly as he realised who, where and what they were doing.

These were students (Harry didn’t dare think of the alternative).

Deciding that a bunch of sexually active teenagers deciding to meet up halfway between their House towers were not much of a threat, he slipped out from under the silk tapestry of Sir Walters the Meek and tip-toed past the writhing mess-against –walls that was all that he could see (mostly).

He did not notice their friend, who had been on ‘look out’ duty.

Harry only heard briefly the rapid steps behind him before he felt hands push at the small of his back and a wand point on his neck before being pushed roughly into the wall. Harry cursed, he should have been more careful.

“Don’t move!”

Harry rolled his eyes. What the heck could they do that he couldn’t?

…Why was he still thinking like that? His Scáth was gone- wasn’t it?

The stranger took that moment’s hesitation and cast a full body bind hex, eyes flashing.

Harry arms and legs snapped together and his body went numb. Damnit. He had let him get past his defences.

The stranger- a big sixth year from Slytherin whom Harry recognised as Goyle’s younger cousin, Harper, shoved Harry against the wall and yelled to his friends.

A moment later, four heads appeared around the corner, looking heated and flushed. One of the guys had his pants below his knees and both girls had parts of their shirt torn off.

“What!?”One of the guys asked irritably, flicking his hair over his shoulder.

“This guy saw...”

“So, what!?” One of the girls snapped, capturing Harper’s gaze and then glaring at him.

“Well- I... you guys told me to keep watch”

“Yeah-” the other guy interjected, “- in case of a teacher or something. We don’t want to have millions of points taken off just because of being out past curfew. I mean, this is just a student, Goyle. A threat would have been enough to shut him up”

Harper bristled but then his shoulders slumped, his expression full of forlornness.

Harry couldn’t move from his position, but he was amused nonetheless. He figured that since he couldn’t do anything- and they were unlikely to do anything- he might as well enjoy the show.

“What are you looking at!?” One of the girls stepped forward, pursed her lips and then backhanded Harry across the face viciously- it hurt. It seared his face and Harry felt his eyes water. Bitch.

“Merlin’s hairy balls- It’s Harry Potter!” one of them yelped. Smart one.

The four other’s eyes widened and they all took a step back- it wasn’t long before they started a blazing blame game.

“Bloody hell, Goyle! If you had just left him alone. He wasn’t going to tell!”

“Can’t we just let him go?”

“Not after you just backhanded him, you-you broad!”

“Excuse me!?”

“Guys- stop it! This yelling is more likely to get us caught than Potter!”

“Stay out of it Clarissa- everyone knows you’re a slut who’ll do it for money”

“You- YOU BASTARD! Oh wait- does you’re Ravenclaw girlfriend know what you do with me after school hours?”

“You-”

Oh yes, Harry thought. This was quite interesting- but his face was still sore and he ached to hex them all until their ears and hair all fell out. Harry shook his head (in his mind), why was he feeling so... so bloodthirsty!? He felt like...he wanted to- to spread his claws, and run them over the soft flesh of their necks- hissing as their blood dripped to the cold hard floor... they deserved it...

“Just obliviate him”

Harry growled, low and deadly within his throat. No half-assed Slytherin was going to be messing about in his head tonight. He’d had enough of that from the bald, nose-less guy. He glared at them, with his eyes. Daring any one of them to perform the spell.

“Merlin, he looks feral’

“You sure that’s Potter?” One of the girls asked, shuffling behind – what Harry assumed to be- her boyfriend. Or sex friend.

“Yeah-” The guy with light brown curls stepped forward and flicked Harry’s hair aside.

Harry froze within his body-bind spell. How. Dare. He.

Something within Harry’s coil of magic snapped and he could feel the bubbling resentment rise from his Scáth.

Without permission.

How. Dare. He.

“Look at that-” The boys eyes widened- and screamed, high pitched screaming that echoed unpleasantly within the corridors, causing his friends to clap their hands over their ears. Harry had grabbed the boys arm with his iron grip.

Harry grinned- the weak bonds of the body bind magic had snapped easily, letting Harry out with barely any resistance. He scoffed, this was ridiculous. The boy in front of him tried to pry his arm out of Harry’s grasp, but Harry grinned and gripped harder, causing a pained cry from the boy in front of him.

“Bloody hell”, came a terrified whisper of one of the girls, clutching her friend close.

Harry bared his teeth at her- and was disconcerted to find that his teeth were back in their full sharpness, hair stretched and claws digging into the boy’s soft arm.

Harry forced himself to drop the boy’s limb when rivulets of blood ran down the pale arm- he regretted it immediately.

The boy wrenched his hand back and without a second’s hesitation pushed his friends out of the way and ran. With one look at Harry’s terrifying form, his friends ran too, the girls clattered unsteadily in their shoes.

Harper stayed where he was, petrified.

Harry growled.

Oh he knew what they were going to do-

He narrowed his eyes

They were going to tell- tell a professor about Harry’s new ‘condition’. They were gonna brand him as a freak-

With a swish of his wand, Goyle’s cousin fell to the ground.

Harry was off in a flash, silver hair trailing behind him like a sliver of moonlight in the darkness. He got to the last girl easily, she looked up at him with terrified eyes, baring her neck instinctively as Harry leaned over her. With a power he had not used before, Harry obliviated her with a mere thought and set off for the rest.

He followed the pale violet aura of the other girl, the one that had been foolish enough to backhand him. He snapped at the air, tasting the trail. She was in an empty classroom, he was sure of it. Grinning, he slunk down the empty corridor and panted lightly as he smelt the tinge of fear in the air. Silently, he opened the door and stalked his way down to the last table in the room.

“Come out, kitty” He whispered.

A terrified whimper rent the air and a spell hurtled towards him and Harry dodged it easily. The girl tried to scramble out from under the table, but Harry had already grabbed her with both his hands. She tried to kick and thrash within his grasp, but Harry leaned forward and thought, obliviate, before her eyes went blank and she slumped against the floor.

Harry picked her up and placed her out in the corridor.

He took off again, retracing his steps and then following the dual trails of yellow and green and as one branched out, he followed it. It shimmered, pale yellow among air and dust that billowed around him as he ran. Harry turned, and stopped.

The ash blond hair of the boy swished weakly against his sweaty forehead, which glistened in the moonlight. His wand was pointed at Harry and with barely a sound, a flash of red lightening shot towards Harry, who whispered his own counter curse almost at the exact instant the curse had been cast.

“Nice try” He whispered.

The boy pointed his wand again and Harry stepped to the side as the stunning spell shot past him. With less than a whisper, Harry moved in the shadows and tackled the boy to the floor. A bright flare blinded Harry and he tried to shy away from the bright light. The boy twisted out of his grasp and Harry lay there for a moment, rubbing his eyes.

Bastard

Harry growled and banged his fist against the wall, a small piece of stone fell away and he sprinted after the shimmering trail that had been left behind. Harry felt the last of his breath wheeze through his throat before stopping. Damn, he had forgotten that he was still mortal.

He sneered at the trial or aura, that bastard was still out there- looking for someone to dob him in to. Disregarding himself completely, he let his presence fade away from his mind and let the rush of exhilaration and stamina carry his legs around the maze-like halls of Hogwarts.

A small shuffling alerted Harry to the presence of his prey and he leapt, barely keeping his fangs in check.

Obliviate

Harry pushed his handiwork into a bigger open space and he doubled back, retracing his steps to the place where he had split off.

Oh, yes. This was the boy that had touched his scar. Without permission.

Harry licked his lips and dashed off, following only minute nuances in the air, even though the trail would’ve gone ‘cold’ for anyone-anything else. Harry narrowed his eyes- the boy would have been able to get to a teacher by now. He must have. Harry felt his blood boil. It was highly unlikely that Harry would be able to obliviate a teacher without some meddling.

The dustier areas of Hogwarts faded away and Harry found himself in well-travelled passageways. He cursed, it might be too late.

He softened the sound of his running and likened it to the light fluttering of a moth. He quickly passed through well-used classroom corridors when he realised another, fainter aura began to converge with the one he was following. Harry didn’t recognise the magical signature.

Suddenly he stopped.

The trails were no longer bright, but he could hear heavy breathing around the corner- the heavy breathing of two people. Harry wondered if he had somehow contacted a friend and gotten him to help gang up on Harry. He sat on his haunches and carefully sniffed the wispy auras- yes, they must have been waiting in ambush for a while now.

Harry held his wand at the ready and rounded the corner.

“Don’t move!”

Harry quickly hid his expression of shock, choosing to freeze in his tracks.

“Drop your wand, or I’ll do it!”

Harry dropped his wand and heard it clatter to the ground- his palms feeling strange without it.

The boy looked half-crazed, shivering as he kept his arm in a stranglehold around a small boy’s neck.

Harry and his own Scáth instincts, recoiled at the display before him.

A submissive was being held like a ragdoll, swinging back and forth as the boy moved, wand pointed to the delicate skin at his neck. The boy tightened his hold as he saw Harry looking at the boy, snarling.

“You disgusting cretin” Harry spat, feeling the hereditary Scáth instinct to protect the weak boil in his blood. The same blood that had protected the small village from the Loch Ness monster many, many, millennia ago.

The boy lifted his wand off the boy’s neck for a split second and fired off two successive spells wordlessly.

Harry raised an eyebrow at the show of power but dodged the spells easily.

He took a careful step forward, capturing the curly headed boy’s eyes with his own. Somthing in the boys eyes flickered for a moment, but was gone in a flash and with horror, Harry watched as a deep purple light connected with the submissive’s neck.

Without hesitation, Harry leapt. No one was allowed to harm any submissive in such a way.

This castle is unsafe, his instincts screamed. His special ones were unsafe in this castle, unsafe while madmen like this one could roam around. Where anyone could harm potential mates. Submissive or not.

Harry screamed as his claws sunk into soft flesh, a scream of rage and calling.

The flesh pierced easily and Harry flung the body away from him in disgust.

Was the submissive okay?

The roar echoed thunderously through Hogwarts, and as the submissive beneath him fell unconscious, Harry felt the strength leave him and he blacked out too.

Hello readers! This chapter was rewritten/edited severely today, 20/03/2013.

Of course, I hope this makes a lot more sense now…if it doesn’t… *facedesks

Electronically signed,

Nekro Kitty

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