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Chameleon's Song	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 132344 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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AN: I know, I’m late. Sorry, got bogged down in reading. Can’t think of any reason that I will need to have read all this stuff from the Puritans. There’re Puritans! All they do it puritanical stuff!

It’s a good thing I posted this under the right category. I’m going to have to work several stories in at one time, aren’t I?

SilverLion: Wow! That’s a real good question. Okay, Harry has seven siblings, because even though Veela breed in pairs, one didn’t survive (Refer to Draco’s comment about the twins in his family), so far there is Terry, Fleur, Tonks, and Pansy. The other three will show up later, and unless I can connect all the right dots, one may be an OC. As for his mates, that remains to be seen. Is ten too many? Yes, there will be mates of both sexes, and eventually one will have to be a ‘pure human’ female. I guess you’ll just have to keep checking in to see.

unneeded: I don’t quite get the first question. What about a Hissy? Snape’s option are listed above, what do you think? Parent’s revenge is coming in the next few chapters. Hang on, okay?

Heartstar: Glad you’re liking it. Why don’t you join the poll and have a partial say in that story?

Chapter Ten: A Lion in Snake’s Clothing and a Badgered Cat

Manticore: Prey You Miss This One

A legendary creature similar to the Egyptian sphinx. It has the body of a red lion, a human head with three rows of sharp teeth (like a shark), and a trumpet-like voice. It may be horned, winged, or both. The tail is that of either a dragon or a scorpion, and it may shoot poisonous spines to either paralyze or kill its victims. It devours its prey whole. It leaves no clothes, bones, or possessions of the prey behind. The creature's feet may be those of a dragon, but are most often described as the paws of a lion. Its size ranges from the size of a lion to the size of a horse. It can also be mistaken as a bearded man when seen from a distance.

Sphynx: The Desert Demon Cat

The sphinx, in Greek tradition, has the haunches of a lion, the wings of a great bird, and the face and breast of a human. It is mythicized as treacherous and merciless. Those who cannot answer its riddle suffer a fate typical in such ancient stories, as they are killed and eaten by this ravenous monster. Unlike the Greek sphinx which was a woman, the Egyptian sphinx is typically shown as a man (an androsphinx). In addition, the Egyptian sphinx was viewed as benevolent in contrast to the malevolent Greek version and was thought of as a guardian often flanking the entrances to temples.

Both of these creatures are shape-shifters, but limited by their environment. A Sphinx can change back and forth from its cat form, but when in a dry climate, it can only do this in the night. The Manticore can be distinguished by the type of tail it displays. A snake tail, called a syltal, is the more dominant and dangerous breed, whereas the Scorpion tail, called a rytal, is indicative of the submissive. A submissive Manticore is easily capable of changing when wet, as in a storm or near a large body of water, or when in heat. A submissive Manticore can bear up to five eggs per clutch, and more than half of them will be dominant young. Manticore will breed with any of the cat derived species, as in the Sphinx, the Chimeara or the Griffin. But, unlike these, a Manticore can also breed with Reptilian or Amphabize beasts. The Sphynx can only breed with cat based creatures.

                Mrs. Zabini was a very angry woman. She arrived at Hogwarts on Friday morning, in a golden coach pulled by two winged horses with a goblin coachman. Her robes were of deep purple crushed velvet and they were trimmed with white ermine. Her hair was long and tightly curled, shining with a soft moist sheen that made it seem like she had just washed it. It bounced as she stormed up the stairs and stopped directly in front of the doors to the infirmary.

            The spell that had been cast to keep curious students away, called out to the women inside and soon the door flew open and Mrs. Zabini was face-to-face with Irma Pince. The librarian stood her ground as the dark woman announced. “I wish to see my son!”

            “Madame Pomfrey, we have a guest.” Irma said without turning.

            As they stood there, Blaise sunk into his bed, pulling the covers over his head and wincing at his mother’s tone. He hoped she would calm down by the time she got to him, but had little to assure him it was possible.

            Poppy reached the door and rolled her eyes at the witch, gesturing the other woman away and closing the door behind her. “I know you’re concerned, Mrs. Zabini, but we have everything under control. I’ll arrange for you to see your son, but I’m afraid that you won’t be allowed into the ward. It’s for the protection of the other students.”

            “I am well aware of the concerns this school gives to their student body, based on a twice accidental exposure to Wormwood’s elixir. Now, it is unlikely that any of the students in your care are in any danger from my presence, as I have been unable to attain heat in several years. So, if you don’t mind, move out of my way!” and Mrs. Zabini pushed forward and past the elder medi-witch.

            Blaise looked up as his mother pushed through the curtains and sat up straight. His tail hissed its disapproval. Mrs. Zabini scowled.

            “You are displaying more than I recall.” She voiced and he turned away. “Do not try to avoid this boy. Look at me!”

            Blaise looked back and his eyes held his mother’s. “Yes. I am.” He admitted.

            “The potion?” she asked but he shook his head.

            “A Chameleonis. I’m sure of it.” He whispered.

            “A rumor.” She insisted.

            “No. Harry Potter.” Again his tone was hushed and she leaned closer.

            “The boy-who-lived? How is this so?” she asked and he shook his head again.

            “I don’t know. Draco said something, and that’s all I’m sure of.” He told her.

            “The Malfoy boy? Where is he?” she turned as if to scan the room, though the curtains blocked her view.

            “His father took him home. I think he’s trying to stay away, from Potter.” Blaise said and the woman looked at him intently. “What?”

            “You are pleased by this. Is there more I should know of?” Mrs. Zabini was not one to fool, and Blaise knew his mother better than anyone.

            “Potter.” He began. “I’m attracted to him.” He blushed, but on his darker skin it was a mere shift of shades. He looked away and his mother laughed. Her laugh was a hearty thing, no giggling girl was she.

            “That is a good thing, no? So, where can I find this boy and congratulate him? Welcome him to the family?”

            “It’s not that simple. He’s not interested in me, not like that.” Blaise admitted sheepishly. His mother would have none of that.

            “Nonsense. Have you expressed your intentions?” she goaded and he shook his head. “Does he have any idea what he is being offered?” she continued.

            “I’m not even sure what that is! A Chameleonis, Mother!” he managed to convey his distress even though he kept his tone to a low whisper. “What will that entail, and how would we manage? Mating with him would produce a changeling child, for sure!”

            “And this is bad?” she queried.

            Blaise shot her an unfriendly look, “It might be. What if he doesn’t think this is as great of an inheritance as you do?”

            “I believe the fact that you didn’t include yourself in that, is more telling. Blaise, my darling, why do you reject who you are?” Mrs. Zabini placed a hand on Blaise’s cheek. “You are so much like your father.

            “Another concern, Mother. What if it’s like it was, with my dad?” Blaise shuddered when he thought of it. “What if that happens with me?”

            “Blaise, you are not like that. It was a mistake, it won’t happen with you.” She said, strongly holding his face between her palms to keep him from turning away. Blaise didn’t even attempt it. She sighed and patted his cheek. “I know it is hard, since you were so young. But, your father was never a gentle man. He was a tyrant, from the beginning, and it was only a matter of time before he went too far.”

            “And if that happens to me?” he asked.

            “You are not a tyrant and I doubt that Harry Potter is one, either. It will not happen with you.” She rose and straightened out her skirts, brushing the damask fabric firmly. “I am going to speak with the headmaster, you are to get some rest. You will be out of here by the time I am back.” And she turned and headed out of the curtain, pausing only to say a brief, “I love you, Blaise.”

            He threw himself back onto his pillow and sighed heavily. A sound caught his attention and he looked up to see Neville Longbottom standing in the opening his mother had just passed through. “What do you want, Longbottom? Did you come to see if I’m vulnerable?”

            “Actually, I wanted to ask you a question, but if you’re in that kinda snarky mood, I’ll go back to my bed.” Neville retorted.

            “No. Wait, Longbottom. Come back, and ask your question. I’ll try to be nice and try to help, if I can.” One thing that Blaise was sure of, Harry Potter valued his friends. It wouldn’t do to alienate them right now.

            Neville sat in the chair that Mrs. Zabini had just left, looking around nervously. He cleared his throat and swallowed. Before Blaise could snap at him, from sheer frustration, he asked, “Why did that potion affect us, just us?”

            “You really don’t know? I thought you were faking the dumb act, Longbottom.” Blaise sneered.

            “No. I mean, I know what the potion is supposed to do . . . now. I know that we all have creature inheritances. But, there are others in our class that should have been put in here, too. I know of three, and they never showed up.” Neville looked around like he expected to be hexed for having admitted that to an enemy. Blaise set about removing that suspicion, immediately.

            “Yeah, well I know of four, and I doubt they are the same ones. The potion would only affect those whose inheritance had been stunted from its full display. If someone had a lower amount of creature blood, or if they had reached full inheritance prior, then they would be immune. Perhaps the three you are thinking of are minors, or already fully displayed.”

            “Could be. They said they had matured over the summer, and one is pretty young, so maybe he’s a minor.” Neville said.

            “Not that kind of minor. If he got his inheritance he’s not a minor, but he could be a minor creature. Not of the major breeds. They are from lower creatures, and it’s only their human inheritance that makes them beings. If they displayed too much, they’d be the equivalent of beasts.” Blaise explained.

            “What are you?” Neville asked timidly, his eyes wandering over Blaise’s body. “If you don’t mind my asking.”

            “Actually, I do. My family line is private, Longbottom. Suffice to say, that you and I have only one thing in common - our human traits.” Blaise said succinctly.

            “Well, I don’t mind sharing, even if you do. I’m Salamadrea. And Merlin, does my skin itch!” Blaise burst into a laugh when he heard that and looking at Neville he understood what made the statement funny. The boy looked like he was shedding his outer layer of skin.

            “Must be uncomfortable. What is Pomfrey giving you for that?” Blaise asked him.

            “Durman’s potion. It helps at first, but quits later.” Neville was fighting not to scratch and Blaise shook his head.

            “Durman’s wouldn’t be good for a reptilian. Hey, Madame? Would it be bad for Longbottom to have Tempus Aquatim?” he called out and shortly after the wizened old healer came through the curtain.

            “Mr. Longbottom, why are you out of bed?” she said as she took out a bottle and handed it to him. “I think you may have a point, Mr. Zabini. Tempus Aquatim would be more adapted for water based reptiles. I’ve been so vexed with my hospital full. Try this Mr. Longbottom.” And she watched as Neville drank the draught. The Gryffindor shook his head as he swallowed then concentrated silently. “Well?”

            “Feels better. Thanks, Zabini. Thanks, Madame Pomfrey. I feel good. No itching, at all.” Neville stretched his arms out and Blaise could see the skin melding back onto his body. “Better than that bath in the Prefect’s tub.”

            Blaise glared at him then turned and shot a look at the medi-witch. “Don’t whine, Mr. Zabini. It was a necessary treatment. I would be more inclined to suggest treatments for you, if you would be so kind as to disclose your heritage.” At this, Neville gave him an appreciative look. Blaise glared again, but not so strongly.

            “I’m fine. My mother is here, so I doubt there will be any further need to drill me on personal matters.” He leaned back and sunk into the pile of pillows.

            Staring at the gargoyle that blocked the entrance to the headmaster’s office, Mrs. Zabini squared her shoulders and held up her wand. She concentrated and spoke the incantation, “Revelio Amorra.” And a thought filled her head. “Sour grape every flavor beans?” she said and the gargoyle began its spin. Soon she was standing in front of Dumbledore with her hands on her hips and her head held high. “I demand a word, Professor!”

*****

            The Prefect’s Bathroom was silent and the water had long ago lost its bubbles. The surface was still and the mermaid’s reflection on its waters was flawless. Suddenly, a ripple appeared and distorted the pretty creature as another rose to the top to send waves in every direction.

           Millicent Bullstrode flipped over to float on her back and let her tail rise to break the surface behind her. She looked at it with pride, as it fished to and fro, sending her across the pool to turn and float back.

           Millie smirked when she thought of the people who considered her family’s heritage as an abomination and more dangerous than the beast they had descended from. They knew nothing!

             Her cat body was more like an otter’s in the water, the fur so thick that it insulated her from the dampness and shed the drops like a slicker. She loved to swim, feeling the water flow along with her and moving with it, instead of fighting it like some beasts.

               After nearly half an hour, she climbed out of the water and lay upon the tiled floor, soaking up the cool feel of the ceramic and marveling in the hard texture. It was not uncomfortable for her as her body flexed back into its previous form, the odd looking seventh year girl who more resembled a cat than a person. She wished her body could just stay as it had just been, sleek and catlike, dangerous with a stinging tail and sharp claws and teeth. Her face would round out, in all the right places and she was nearly pretty in creature form.

           When the air of the bathroom had dried her sufficiently, she crawled to her feet and searched out her robes. She dressed slowly and reluctantly left the safety of this haven.

           On her way back to the hospital ward, she noticed some new, or actually old, faces in the halls. There were three or four alumni of the school, walking the floors of the third floor, and they all looked pretty intense. Two were familiar old Slytherins and she was tempted to stop and speak with them. The decision was taken out of her hands when Marcus Flint called over to her.

           “Millie! Come and give us a hug.” He said with more affection than he’d expressed to anyone while he was in school. She was wary, but still made to close the distance between them. Marcus pulled her closer, drew her away from the others and whispered to her sweetly, “Now, Millie Sweet. How about you tell me who the Chameleonis is?”

*****

           Oliver had been annoyed by the visit from his uncle, especially when this man was the only other in their small family to have been ‘blessed’ the way Oliver was. He stood before the younger man, boldly displaying as he trumpeted the supposedly good news.

           “It’s unconfirmed at this time, but when you’ve ascertained it for yourself, you won’t need to worry about the validity of other’s statements. Now, go and pack up your things and we’ll have you at the castle gates within the hour. Hurry now, boy. Time’s a wastin’ and there are others on the prowl.” Oliver rolled his eyes.

           “Uncle Conifer, I think you’ve forgotten that I’m engaged and have a lucrative carrier to maintain. I canna go traipsing up to Hogwarts just to follow up on some wild-goose-chase that you’ve found for me.”

           “Engaged? To that lit’l strumpet from Edinburgh? That’s no fittin mate for ma nefew to have. You’ll do as ah says and go. No arguments!” and that was how he was now stepping up to his Aunt Willow and her personal favorite portkey. It was how they had managed to be at every quidditch game he’d played while at Hogwarts, and now it was how they were intent on seeing him disgraced. He swallowed hard and reached out, touching the tip of the big frilly bonnet, just as the portkey activated, taking him and his relatives to the streets of Hogsmeade.

           “Now, where’s a carriage when you need one?” Aunt Willow said, and a stately conveyance rolled up to collect them. “Ah, there it is.”

*****

           Seamus was released that afternoon, as his body returned to its previous condition, and he had proven an ability to shift, three times, back and forth. He had missed lunch, but was right on time for charms class. His arrival brought stirs and whispers, but he just smiled and took his seat next to Dean Thomas and waited for the professor to begin.

           “Today, we’ll be practicing some basic spells, but with the use of distractions to prove that you can perform even in an unorthodox situation. I have asked some of our alumni students to come in and cause distractions while you are casting these charms. Some of you will remember Cedric Diggory, Cho Chang, Penelope Clearwater and, of course, the Weasley twins, Fred and George.” Flitwick waved toward the doors that were opening and the five older students that had entered. Harry felt an odd thrill at the remembered faces from his past, all here in this room, and it culminated in his fingers going all jelly-like, stretching slightly and then puffing up. They settled quickly, and he looked around to see if anyone had noticed it.

           “Now, if you are to my right, you will be following the listing of charms that is on this board from top to bottom. Those to my left, do the charms from bottom to top, and those of you in these seats to the center, start in the middle and alternate, one up, then one down, and so on. Does everyone understand? Try to ignore our guests, as best you can, and then you should be fine.” Flitwick dropped from his pile of books and joined the older students as they mingled among his class.

            Harry was in the group that was casting the levitation charm, the colour change charm, the freezing charm and the gripping charm. He lifted his wand and aimed it at the pile of items on the table, choosing a fairly lightweight piece of parchment. He took a deep breath and began. “Windgardium Leviosa”

           He had made it through the list five times before he felt the presence of a body behind him, and his senses told him it was Cho. She looked over his shoulder, just as he changed the color of the paper from the yellow of his previous round, to a bright blue, and leaned in close. This would have been fine, if she hadn’t taken a deep breath and whispered, “Mmmm, smells so good.” Into his ear. The only thing he managed to freeze was his own attempts. “This isn’t a smell I remember, Harry. Have you bought some new, and sexy, cologne?”

           Harry quickly cast the freezing charm, and watched the parchment hover in the air. He took a step closer to it, and away from Cho, and cast his next charm. The parchment in all its blue glory, stuck tightly to the side of the table and wouldn’t be budged.

           He turned back to the girl, smirked and levitated a heavier item, a crystal goblet. It floated in the air as he changed it to a pretty pink color and then caused it to freeze in the air, no longer floating, just frozen like time had stopped. He released that charm to grip it to the side of the desk, hanging like the room had tilted and everything else was out of whack.

           Behind Cho, Cedric chuckled. “He wins. You didn’t distract him at all. Must be losing your touch, Cho.” He said and she turned and gave him a scathing look.

           “I don’t recall asking your opinion, Diggory.” She said as she stormed off to distract Hermione or Dean.

           Harry watched silently, until the girl was out of earshot. “Trouble in paradise?” he asked and Cedric scoffed.

           “Nope. Paradise lost. We broke up over the summer.” He admitted.

          “Sorry.” Harry said, with little emotion behind it.

           “So, she’s free, if you’re interested.” Cedric hinted, rather bluntly.

Harry stared blankly, until Cedric chuckled and pushed his mouth shut. He shook himself. “I’m not . . . I used to think about that, but not anymore. She’s not my type.”

            “Really? That’s a new one.” Cedric sounded bitter and Harry watched him carefully. “I thought she was everyone’s type.”

            “Beg pardon?” Harry asked, unsure if he’d heard right.

            “No, nothing. So, how’ve you been, Harry? Fought any dragons, mermaids or dark wizards lately?” Cedric sounded friendly now, so Harry relaxed.

            “I’ve been fine. No big deal” As he spoke, Harry turned back to the table and levitated a large bust of Sir Heinrich, the bold. He spun it in place before turning it a bright green color. “Haven’t seen any dark wizards since last summer, and I try to stay out of the lake, for the most part.” He froze the bust in mid spin, and then stuck it to the top of the goblet. When he turned back, Cedric was grinning at him.

            “Good job! No distracting you, is there?” he said with a laugh and Harry smiled back,

            “Well done, class. Dismissed.” Flitwick said and the group halted their wands as one. Cedric bowed lightly and moved away, to be replaced by Seamus who seemed to glow with happiness.

            “Harry, could I have a private word with you?” the little Irish boy said.

            “Sure, Seamus. Come on, let’s go to the library.” Harry suggested.

AN(2): Really crappy place to end it, but I got a load of Shakespeare to read. Julius Ceasar by Thursday, 12 sonnets and ½ of Macbeth by Tuesday.
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