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wednesdaay: Lol, it’s not conceited. I love all my readers XD. And I can see where you’re coming from- I hate cliffies too (they do it with animes all the time) so I have tried to tone it down- although I’m not sure if this chapter counts…

917brat: Eh? Really? Poor you… I recognize you anyway, though, from your email XD

DB1: Wow! You are…dedicated. 8 years! Imagine that. And yes, I totally agree with you, it’s frustrating to see the stories update slowly. The thing is, I have a very tight schedule for this fic that I try to keep to because it raises my productivity by leaps and bounds. If I made more than one chapter a week I would probably kill myself. I love this story but my social life has poked its damn head back into my life especially since it’s near the end of the year. I’m going on holiday to China, Guang Zhou, on the first of February- and I’ll typing away there as well. Although you might not get updates… I don’t know what the connection there is like, I don’t even know if I’ll be able to get a hold of some internet.

Hollibell: …A BIT LONG!?!? Lol, jks. I love long reviews. It means you put time and effort into giving me your opinion. And wow, do you have an opinion!!! Don’t worry, I interpreted you review in my own way and added it to the poll count.

I am so happy to see that you could see some of what I ‘subtly’ tried to convey in that scene and I hope that others will have seen it as a touching moment too. Cuz I know I did, and I wrote it.

I’ve had terrible experiences with the review system on AFF. I once wrote a monster of a review (almost 700 words) but when I posted it, only the first couple of words showed up. Luckily, I had the prescence of mind to copy and paste it. It worked the second time.

Ish: You think that this is a creature fic unlike others!?!? YAYAYAYAYAYYAYAY!!!! I did spend a while thinking up these things but you can thank my beta-san, SuirenAngel, for coming up with the request in the forum- otherwise this story would have never been born.

Do you really think that my descriptions are vivid? Descriptions are my weak point- I;ve been working extremely hard over it.

I’m glad that someone read that rant and replied. Heck, just before I read your post, I deleted it because I’m sure no one would have appreciated the waste of space.

Have you heard of this story?

There once was an old lady. She had a cat. Her cat got drenched with water and she wanted to dry him quickly. Her granddaughter had bought her a microwave. With her shriveled old brain she thought that heat+noise=dry cat.

She put her cat in and was shocked when it started screaming and died in the microwave.

She sued the company for not putting a label on the side that read ‘Not for use on animals’ and she won, winning millions of dollars… YEAH.

jujukitty: I’ve posted a link at the bottom of this chapter to the forum, which has a much more detailed explanation.

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Main Story Idea and betaed by: SuirenAngel

Written by: 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.

Inside Dumbledore’s office, the Savior had the silliest urge to kneel and kiss the man’s shoes. He didn’t though, and kept his arms folded across his knees.

Northwode’s lips quirked to the side and said conversationally to Dumbledore, “I see what you mean. Harry is in a very volatile state”

Dumbledore nodded, robes swishing and Harry bit back the scathing remark that had been bubbling at the back of his throat. This man didn’t even know him well enough to use his first name!

Northwode stared a while at Harry, his eyes unblinking and gaze unwavering. After a long while, he reached into the pocket of his navy suit and withdrew a small box.

It looked like a jewelry box.

Harry knitted his brows together.

“Kneel”, the older man said commandingly. Harry knelt.

The man hooked a finger under the lid and it flipped up.

Right now, the scene was quite comical; they looked like two men parodying a proposal, the one proposing standing up while the one being proposed to kneeled on the ground. He scoffed. Harry heard the clang of silver and he tried to see what was happening but a large hand forced him to face the carpet again.

The phoenix pattern on the carpet stood out glaringly amongst the pale blue background.

Harry sighed, it really was rather ugly.

Something as cold as ice touched his neck and Harry yelped. His hand shot up to touch his throat. He felt cold metal. His hand followed the thick chain until it encountered a round object dangling from the front. He gripped it and twisted it so that he could see. It took a bit of superhuman neck stretching and eye-straining, but Harry could see it.

It was a round amulet with spikes shooting out from the main attraction, a red ruby the size of an almond.

Harry frowned at it. It would look nice on him he supposed, if he didn’t rip it off him for being too gaudy, that is.

He would’ve thought that Northwode had more taste in gifts for teenage boys- or males basically on the start line of their adulthood, you know, NOT a necklace.

As if reading his thoughts, the King- or whatever he was, gestured at him to get up and sit down. Harry did, trying to not shift uncomfortably on the hard chair.

“Tell me” The man with the grey streaked hair said, “Has anything…unusual happened to you lately?”

Harry raised an eyebrow; did he have to answer the question? He didn’t even know this guy. He looked at Dumbledore; the old man was smiling assuredly.

“Maybe” Harry said, cryptically.

“Maybe? Hmm… Spouts of overwhelming anger caused by small things?”

The-Boy-Who-Lived looked hesitantly at the smirking man.

“Jumped anyone yet?”

“What!?” Harry shouted, jumping up from his chair; his face a bright cherry red.

“Jumped anyone yet?” Northwode said, louder.

“No!” Harry exclaimed, sitting back down and putting his head into his hands.

“Oh?” The older man lifted an eyebrow. “Not even a kiss?”

“No…” Harry said, burying his head deeper. Almost. Harry almost had.

“Amazing self-control” the King said, “What about scratching?”

Harry lifted his head from his hands and looked at the tuxedo wearing man, “Scratching?”

“You don’t know?”

Harry shook his head and rearranged his legs, making his self more comfortable.

“It’s something Scáth do. To mark those who are important enough to protect”

Harry twisted his expression until it resembled someone who’d just eaten a lemon.

Northwode placed his elbows on the desk and leaned forward till his face was inches away from Harry’s.

“We do it unconsciously. You may not be aware of it, but there could be legions of people whom you’ve already marked”

“I haven’t”

“Well, we can’t be sure of that can we?”

Harry blinked, “What does it do specifically?”

The man leant back, his heavy aura easing out of the atmosphere and compressing back into the slim, tuxedoed body.

“It’s a rather good thing to have done, really. You could call it a- a bond. A bond between you and the people you deem that will never betray you- people that you can trust”

Harry frowned, letting his teeth drag on his bottom lip.

“How do you know that they won’t betray you? People can lie- they often do”

The man leant back in his chair and said, smugly, “Well that’s the good thing, isn’t it? Let your Scáth do it for you- it never goes wrong. It benefits everyone, really, they get the extra protection, and you get people who will never betray you”

“And what happens to them- how do you know who it is?” Harry challenged anything that involved scratching sounded pretty damn weird to him. It also felt right, somehow, but Harry pushed that thought into the dark recesses of his mind.

Northwode paused for a moment, ringed fingers tapped lightly on the oak table.

“They are mostly your closest friends- you could perform a spell, but it has escaped me for the moment- there’s also another way”

“What?”

“Ask them”

“They could lie”

“Why would they lie about you scratching them? Is it something that your friends would think important?”

Harry considered, dipping his head to the side- it made sense. It made a lot of sense, actually. The King smiled and took his hands off his chair.

“Sunday night”

“Pardon?”

“There is a Scáth gathering every Sunday night, you will meet with the other newly-inherited and train: etiquette, behavior, everything you do not know shall be answered”

Northwode leaned forward and whispered the address into Harry’s ear. Harry looked up at him questioningly, he said, “Fidelius charm” and then grinned.

Aubrey watched as the tall boy left the room and marveled at the presence that he had. At the mate less Scáthling- robes fluttering around him and the faintest hint of magic trailing behind him.

“You know” He said conversationally to Albus, as the wizened man drank his tea, sitting across the oaken desk, “I was once like him”

The other man raised a silvery eyebrow and Aubrey chuckled.

“Oh yes, a strong, mate less Scáth trapped inside a place where submissives roamed about- many of them.”

He winked at Albus, who was chuckling lightly and said, conspiratorially, “Hormone driven teenagers. I’m glad that that era of my life has passed, quite exhausting it was”

The Headmaster choked on his mouthful of tea and Aubrey clapped him on the back, his booming laughter echoing through the office.

On Saturday morning, Harry decided he’d have to give ‘Belinda’s Boutique for the Beatific’ a go.

He… had a lot of things happening tomorrow.

At noon, he was required to be at the so called ‘courtship’ meeting and then when that finished at five, he’d go to the Scáth gathering until approximately midnight- he had permission from Dumbledore, of course.

Harry had decided it wasn’t particularly good to only have one ‘semi-formal/formal’ outfit, especially when you were heir to two families.

Harry wondered whether there’d be any people from his ‘families’.

Maybe

Maybe not

As he pulled on his invisibility cloak, Harry shook out the marauders map, making sure no one was around. It was also a good idea to get more robes, Harry thought, because if you were going to go to a ‘courtship’ thingy, you might as well dress to impress.

He jogged up the stairs, cursing as it swung around while he was only halfway up. He waited a moment for the dust to settle and then shook out the map again.

He eventually got to the corridor where the one-eyed witch was, and he whispered, “Dissendium”. As the hump slid open, he clambered into the opened end of the statue and struggled to place his legs somewhere where they would not be in the way.

Eventually, he slid down and after a quick half hour of walking, he arrived at the dusty cellar of Honeyduke’s.

Once there, Harry lifted up the circular trapdoor and took the well worn route to the front exit of the shop while dodging small children throwing candy across the store and angry clerks squawking at them.

Thunk!

Harry looked down in alarm

A wetly glistening Sour-slime Snake (fresh out of the kid’s mouth, he might add) had been ripped out of the mouth of the small child and tossed -by the same angry clerk- was now stuck to his invisibility cloak.

Hoping that no one would notice, Harry tried to dash out of the store.

No luck.

Everyone inside Honeyduke’s watched, slack jawed, as a long yellow snake lolly floated in the air, wriggling, as if taunting someone to come catch it.

“It’s floating!” Three small kids screamed at once, shouting and pulling each other to look. A look of delight came over each of the children and Harry gulped. Hurriedly, Harry pinched the snake and threw it away from him.

“Cool!” They shrieked, as it hurtled towards them. Each jumped and leaped for the lolly, before landing on top of each other in a wriggling mess.

The victorious one grinned, showing loose teeth, “My lucky charm!” and promptly shoved it, all sticky, into his pocket.

Harry shuddered and as a person opened the door, he dashed out, almost tripping over his feet in the process.

He looked around him, surveying the familiar town. Harry frowned, where was he supposed to find the place? He looked around him, and how to begin?

Asking someone was out of the question- Harry was the Boy-Who-Lived.

The press would have a field day.

As he walked around, he caught sight of himself in an old newspaper, lying discarded on the ground.

Harry stopped and stared. Wow, he hadn’t even realized when he had stopped thinking of the person in the image as him. Harry recognized himself immediately, although smaller and more kid-like.

Harry couldn’t help the sigh that escaped his lips.

He had changed so much.

The base features were still there- but the height, the hair, no one seeing him would link him to the Savior that quickly.

Which was…good

Deciding quickly that it was easier this way, Harry stepped into an alley way and took the cloak off, casting a minor glamour charm on his scar and then stepped back into the main street.

A murmuring of voices surrounded him as soon as he stepped out- none about Harry Potter, he noticed gladly. He had counted on the fact that no articles had been published on him recently; Harry shuddered to think of what would be published on him.

A woman with poufy blonde hair passed him and Harry touched her on the arm. She turned around, startled. Harry gave her his (hopefully) best smile, “Sorry, but do you know where Belinda’s…”

The next morning, Harry woke early although he had been hanging out with Ryr the night before.

Chucking his sheets off quickly, he opened his cupboard and ran a critical eye over the things he had bought yesterday.

Too much, he thought.

The woman there- Belinda- hadn’t been very helpful.

As soon as he’d gone in, her face had lit up in delight, obviously recognizing by the clothes that he’d worn (the only formal clothes he had) and probably thinking in her mind:

Handsome, powerful, nice clothes: Wealthy

Young: Gullible

She had immediately flown about the shop and pulled out robes and waistcoats like there was no tomorrow and cooed over Harry each time he tried a different one on.

…They started the afternoon with a selection of thirty sets of robes (and the stuff that came with it: waistcoats, trousers, shoes, ties) and Harry had gone away with… twenty-four sets… and considerably less money.

Harry ran his fingers through his hair- they did look decent on him, he admitted as he grabbed a navy themed set (from a cupboard Harry had had to install in front of the window). Without giving much thought about it, he pulled it all on and went into the bathrooms and brushed his teeth. After he wiped his mouth, he stepped back into the room.

Harry swept his gaze around the dorm, Seamus was still asleep in his bed (snoring), and the rest were probably in the common room. Harry let himself grin, Seamus’s snores were worse than Ron’s, and that said something.

As soon as he ducked out of his dorm, he was greeted with stunned silence and wide-eyed looks.

“Harry?”

He turned around and made a show of preening himself. Hermione giggled and thumped Harry on the arm with the newest book she’d managed to get her hands on.

“Wait till Ron sees you!” She gasped, “He’s going to have a fit!”

Harry scratched the side of his head, “Do I look that bad?”

Hermione gave him an incredulous look, “Harry, are you trying to make a joke? Because I assure you, all the girls in school will be sinking their fangs into you and waging war as soon as they-”

“HARRYYYYYY!”

Fuck

Romilda Vane

The one whom had put love potion in his chocolate cauldrons - and got Ron instead.

Harry’s inner self face-palmed while his outside smiled politely and tried, tried, to excuse himself. Romilda took no notice and attached herself to Harry’s arm, showing a… surprisingly intense grip of strength.

Harry snorted, Yeah, the kind that can strangle metal poles.

As Ginny rounded the corner, Harry cursed under his breath and brushed Romilda off by saying he needed to go to the bathroom.

It wasn’t even noon yet. He sighed.

As he entered the common room, he ducked his head down, wishing he had snuck out with his invisibility cloak.

Seamus heard a squeal and his eyes opened, disturbed from his long and peaceful sleep. Rubbing a hand over his stomach, he pulled his sheets off him and yawned. Hooking one leg over the side of the bed, he grabbed the shirt and pants he wore yesterday and slid them on.

Just as he left the room, he hear Harry excuse himself to the bathroom and Seamus chuckled under his breath, it was happening every day, and for once, Ron wasn’t even slightest bit jealous.

Every time Ron saw Romilda with Harry, he went slightly green- which was not even as bad as when Ron saw him with his sister.

Seamus shook his head and laughed under his breath, he wouldn’t want to be Harry, at all.

Worrying about breakfast, Seamus hurried down the hallway and into common room, grinning when he saw all his friends sitting around the small round table in the corner, playing muggle chess; Something that they were trying, although Ron complained incessantly about it. Seamus thought that it wasn’t quite as exciting as wizard’s chess - you didn’t often get to see wooden Queens get off their thrones and whack their opponents with said object.

Silently, he slid down onto the couch where he was squished between Ron and Neville.

His eyes widened, Dean was going to-

“No- damn it Dean!” Seamus cried when Ron took Dean’s rook with his bishop.

“That would’ve helped- earlier” Dean said, with clenched teeth. With a flick, he moved his knight and took one of Ron’s pawns.

Ron chuckled and swiped Dean’s knight from the board, having defeated it with his rook.

Seamus whistled, “Nice play” and then looked at the pile of chess pieces to Ron’s side. Yep, Ron was definitely winning.

Suddenly through the game, Seamus realized that something was strange had happened- the normally loud chattering in the common room had gone and in its place was eerie silence.

Seamus looked up and a grin split his face.

A shaggy raven head was ducked low, skin flushed and posture slumped as it shuffled its way through the silent common room.

It was… magnificently dressed.

Very magnificent- and it looked ridiculously out of place, although where Harry was going, Seamus supposed, it was probably not out of place at all.

Seamus chuckled under his breath and prodded his friends. They all looked up and Seamus pointed silently at the slumped figure that was…dangerously near the door.

With barely a look at one another, they grinned and made a mad dash for the imposing, but hunched down figure of the boy in navy robes.

“Haarrrry!!” They shouted in unison, leaping upon the satin clothed boy and tussled him onto the floor.

They wrestled a moment, Seamus holding an arm and Dean the other, Ron held both of Harry legs with his torso and Neville just leapt onto Harry, throwing his weight around.

“Haarrry!!”

Harry felt a heavy object fly into him and knock his breath out, with sheer luck, he managed to fall just slightly off his tail and instinctively let it curl around one leg, which his robes concealed.

“Guys” He groaned, trying to prop himself up.

Four grinning boys looked down at him, prodding the expensive navy robes and the grey waistcoat within, poking at the shiny leather shoes and laughing madly at the thought that Harry was going out to impress some girl.

…which was, not far off the mark…

More than that, Harry realized that although his friends were obviously in some position of power, he wasn’t ruffled at all. He wasn’t angry- didn’t feel the rage that had crept over so many times since his return to Hogwarts.

Ron’s face was like a blowfish, cheeks filling with air as he tried not to laugh.

“I would not want to be you!” he shrieked, prodding Harry in the stomach.

Grinning, he let his friends run their hands over the expensive material and goggle at the price tag still attached.

“Far out…” they breathed.

All of them leapt off him at once.

Harry shook his head, “Don’t ask”, he warned, glaring at each of his friends one by one.

“I’m asking”, Dean said, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, you better get used to it. I’m gonna be dressed like this at least once a week”

“Weekly dates?” Neville asked, cheekily.

“..Kind of…”

Seamus giggled, “What? She has a pole up her arse?”

Harry rolled his eyes as his friends chortled madly, impersonating a rich woman with impeccable taste.

“And his hair still gets away with being untamable” A voice said, slyly from behind Ron’s back.

Harry saw brown bushy hair and grinned, “Thanks for the vote of confidence, ‘Mione”

Hermione smiled and then frowned as she looked over her shoulder.

Harry saw Ginny enter the room from the corner of his eyes and his grin faded.

Fast

“Gotta go, guys”, he said hurriedly before he pulled his robes up and off the ground and dusted himself off. Without another word, he hurried out of the common room, quickly clambering out of the portrait hole.

A few short minutes later, he tickled the pear and sniffed the air in delight.

“Master Harry!” tens of voices shouted at the same time, blinking up at him owlishly.

Harry felt a pang of pain shoot through him as he thought of Dobby. The innocent house elf that had been thrown into all of this mess, and then killed to save him; to save Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived.

“Jam on toast and tea, please” Harry said, bowing his head slightly.

The house elves looked on in amazement, “Yes, yes!” they shouted, climbing over each other in eagerness.

Harry smiled gently at the house elf that gave the platter to him and sat in a corner of the kitchen, unwilling to face the masses in the Great Hall.

After he finished, Harry hurried to the library, taking a less traveled route there. The librarian looked at him sharply but didn’t ask questions as he traveled the aisles and pulled out a couple of books on divination.

Might as well start on his Divination homework.

Harry put his book back into the shelf. He slunk out of the library, hands in pockets, legs moving quickly. He didn’t want to be late.

Only minutes later, Harry was out of Hogwarts, ignoring the few curious glances that came his way. He kept moving until- with his new sensitivity to magic- he could feel the tell-tale signs of the magical wards letting him pass through, creating a fluttery feeling all over his skin.

After the whole episode with Voldemort using a Portkey to lure Harry outside the safety of the wards, they had been upgraded.

You would wonder why they didn’t have this safety precaution before.

Harry flicked his wand and looked at the time.

Almost time.

Gingerly, he set the slim fountain pen down on the ground and watched as the second hand crept towards the twelve.

Harry bended over in his polished leather shoes and touched the silver pen, wincing as he was pulled by an invisible force.

Harry stumbled almost imperceptibly as he landed, appearing at the same time as many others, treading the air lightly. Robes rustled and dresses swished as they landed in a large, circular foyer.

Harry shifted uncomfortably in his robes.

Gods, the smell.

Several others also tugged uncomfortably on their robes while some females struggled to keep themselves upright.

A deep chuckle sounded behind Harry and a voice said, “Fresh outta this season, eh?”

The crowd chuckled loudly and most females giggled. Another, younger, voice called out, “You’ll soon learn that if you’re gonna come here, you’ll need to bring a sturdy loin girdle- made of iron”

The chuckling turned into uproarious laughter and the ‘greenhorns’ blushed in their shoes, faces burning.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the event begins” A nasal voice said.

Harry followed the sound with his eyes and spied a small, piebald man pushed two magnificently carved oak doors open and the masses started to flow in.

Harry was stopped at the door by a hand on his arm. He looked down to see the small man who had opened the doors hold out a large sack. Harry peered in and saw the glitter of countless jewels, glimmering at him even in the darkness.

Jewelry?

The small man looked sourly at him as Harry continued to stand there, dumb.

“C’mon boy”

Harry bristled at that, although no answering rush came to his indignation.

“I’m sorry, sir. What must I relinquish?” He said, as politely as possible.

The man sighed, as if he were used to blundering fools stumbling his way.

“Amulet. Your amulet, son”

Harry lifted an arm and palmed the ruby amulet at his neck.

“I don’t think I’m supposed to take this off-”

The small man waved him off, “It’s a requirement, a requirement; A Council decree and all. Let out your inner beast and all”

Harry frowned.

“You know, don’t blur your senses when finding your soul mate… look, son, just take it off. It’ll be returned to you, safe and sound at the end.”

Harry shrugged and tried to pull it off, hooking a finger behind the thick chain. Surprisingly, it let him.

Perhaps there was something about the location?

Harry held the heavy and warm metal in his fingers and dropped it into the pouch, not surprised when he heard a distant cling; a pouch like Hermione’s.

Harry proceeded to within and instantly fidgeted more, swishing his robes around his front to hide his…well, you know.

The atmosphere inside was completely different than the one outside. It was like all the prim and proper people outside had changed, changed as they left the foyer without.

Gone inside without their chains, their amulets, and gone inside as their creature selves.

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-And what could possibly be happening in there?

Okay, wait. That last sentence sounded a little to PWP themed for me…. But Meh Think what you like, you won’t know until you read the next chapter :P

~ NEKROKITTY

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