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Dark Knight	By : xDAISUKIx Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53703 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Chapter List
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unneeded: Ahhhh- that’s a good point, but most would assume that Harry would be able to identify different foods… though he can’t.

Lmao, does it count? I guess for Nick it does- he quite liked it >.<

KaylusCHU: Where’ve you been?

wednesdaay: LOL, and yeah, FINALLY SOME ACTION XP

Pheonixs: Thankyou >.< And here it is!!!

moodysavage: XD I’m glad people enjoyed that scene- I wanted some happy fluff before I bore readers with some ‘filler’ chapters that get the story to go on- but won’t necessarily interest people.

XTakesheX: YES. I KNOW!!!! IM SO EXCITED!!! I think it’ll be out in Australia when I come back from China (but that’s just wishful thinking :P)

And I KNOW. I WANT VII IN HD!!! Why can’t they remake it? Fans have been asking for a remake ALL THIS TIME- and we get X instead. But hey, I can’t complain…

And yeah, it is. I think it will get cheaper in a few months… but it’s worth it.

Suliven: Fanny? Funny-you mean? Lol, I almost spat out my hot chocolate >.<

DB1: I actually VOMITED because of some plane food (ham sandwich) UGH!!! I vomited all over my feet and my mum and i had to sit there for the rest of the plane trip, ignoring the smell =.=’

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.

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“Mate”

Something flickered on the edge of Harry’s consciousness.

“Mate!”

Harry cracked his eyes open groggily. Merlin, his head hurt. Hurt like someone had punched him there so hard that it bruised. Then, as Harry started remembering, he groaned. Someone had.

Someone had moaned as he thrust his hips forward and as his tongue swiped hotly-

Nicklaus’ face peered into each of Harry’s eyes.

“Helloo, Harry?”

Harry grunted and shifted on his side. Bad idea; Malfoy had punched him there too.

“C’mon, mate. Gathering’s ended, won’t have to come back for another month”

Harry sat up and Nicklaus offered and arm, which he took, gratefully.

Once he stood up, Harry let go and dusted off his robes, fixing his collar and untangling his robes from around his legs- which made Harry remember about his… encounter… with the snarky Malfoy. Damn it, damn it- DAMNIT.

“Do we have to come to these things?” Harry sighed.

Nicklaus cocked his head, “Well, the first time. They send a vial of pheromones- I don’t think any newbie creature can refuse that…and the thing about being shunned if you didn’t come? Rubbish…”

The blonde haired male narrowed his eyes.

“…But why wouldn’t you want to come anyway? It’s a great opportunity to find a mate”

Harry shrugged, “Maybe to avoid danger- I mean what if you were injured?”

Nicklaus shrugged and his wavy hair spilled across his shoulders, “It’s not compulsory. Most just come anyway. Oh wait, I think you have to come… at least once after your inheritance- or when you come of age”

“Come of age? I think I bloody saw some thirteen year olds in there!”

Nicklaus wrinkled his nose thoughtfully.

“There are a bunch of creatures out there that don’t rely on activation of genes at a certain age, Take vampires and werewolves for example; you are either bitten or born. Their parents decide when they are ready, that’s all.”

Harry nodded slowly, “… you still haven’t answered my question”

Nicklaus furrowed his brows. “Oh...that.” he scratched his head uncomfortably,

“Well, you know with the Ministry and all- around six years ago our councils started these events. You see, the less of us there are the more easily we can be suppressed and dismissed. But if there are important people who are creatures- like you and Malfoy, for example-”

Harry winced. Yes, him and Malfoy. Him and- oh no, don’t go there stupid brain, he thought.

“And you guys find your mates quickly- which they assume equals babies, the less chance there is of the Ministry doing what they did before”

The Savior chewed on his bottom lip; like they had with Hagrid and Remus.

Harry raked his fingers through his hair and sighed. “Guess our world’s just crazy-”

“NICKLAUS GET YOUR ARSE HERE!!”

Harry froze mid-rake. “Wha-?” he looked enquiringly at the fidgeting man across from him. That had sounded a lot like…

“Sebastian?”

Nicklaus’ eyes widened. “Uh huh how’d you know?”

Harry felt his eye twitch. “He’s one of my professors”

Nicklaus grinned roguishly and fumbled in his pocket for something. Looking about shiftily, he pressed a small package into Harry’s fingers.

“In his tea” Nicklaus winked.

Harry looked at the shifty looking package in his palm.

“Are you two related? Does he come here often?”

Nicklaus looked hurriedly at the door, “He’s my cousin, mother’s side. And well, he doesn’t usually come- heard him talking about looking for someone this time though.”

The chestnut haired man leaned closer, “The last time he came, I glamoured him secretly and turned him into the old man next door. Made him wonder why everyone was avoiding him like the plague

- gave him a fright when he looked into the mirror as well”

Harry and Nicklaus chuckled and the older man waved goodbye and Harry waved back.

It was quarter past five now, he was due at the-

[FIDELIUS-CHARM-BLOCK aka. Author’s Imagination-has-gone-on-holiday)

-at seven, where he would remain until eleven.

He would (hopefully) be supplied with a Portkey back to Hogwarts.

Humming to himself, Harry fetched his amulet back from the strange little piebald man, secured it around his neck and headed for Diagon Alley for some entertainment during the long two hour wait.

After a lengthy stroll while eating a toffee and caramel flavored ice cream from Florean Fortescue’s, which, after Mr. Fortescue’s death, was completely under the management of Flora Fortescue, his daughter, Harry was tired and ready to drop.

With a flick of his wand, Harry realized it was just about seven and he hadn’t eaten anything but ice cream. He was starving. Harry dropped by a small corner restaurant and hastily ordered a small roll, which he was eating seconds later.

Chewing quickly, Harry checked the time and started walking towards his destination.

Harry stepped through the rubble of the fake castle ruins and located the stone arch quickly. Muttering the pass code under his breath, a glimmering wall appeared between the arches and Harry stepped through.

Harry appeared with barely a sound and he gazed around him in wonder.

A castle with the approximate dimensions of the ruins Harry had walked through moments before stood before him, in all its majestic glory. There were tall spiny turrets that appeared from nowhere, arched windows that spread from floor to floor, walls that gleamed white and flags that fluttered and spiraled in the gentle breeze.

Just like a fairytale.

Harry treads softly on the grass, not wanting to crush the delicate blades.

He stepped up to the great oak doors and before he could even knock, the door opened and a soft voice greeted him.

“Harry James Potter-Black, please, step this way”

Harry looked around him in confusion, there was no one around. Who was talking?

A soft chuckle reached his ears and he watched in amazement as the shadows around him coalesced into a tangible blob. Seconds later, it stretched until it faintly resembled a small terrier. Without warning, it sprang away and started trotting down the hallway, obviously intending for Harry to follow it.

Harry shrugged and did what he was told.

Both Scáth and shadow-dog passed through halls filled with paintings, passages that branched off in just about every direction and even when they passed through a sun-filled passageway, the shadow-dog did not disappear, it just continued on its merry way, tail wagging and paws clacking on the ground.

Before long, they came upon another great door. When Harry made to twist the knob, the shadow-dog whuffed and nudged The Boy-Who-Lived towards a smaller side door. Harry nodded gratefully and watched in amazement as the small dog dissolved and fled back into the small corners of the room.

Turning back to the knob in his hands, he twisted it open and stepped in.

The whole chamber was like a medieval king’s throne room, and it probably was. At the far end, there was mosaic windows that extended from about a meter from the ground and extended upwards until they resembled tapered off points. There were black curtains that were tied to the side. Silhouetted by the great windows was the King himself, who sat on a raised dais and whose throne was a great work of art with shadowy creatures that frolicked on the surface and where terrible creatures chased each other across the wood. About a meter from both sides of the King were two chairs, on both sat two young men. Beyond them and on both sides of the room were two raised platforms on which high chairs were placed and men and women of regal posture and steely gaze sat upon, hands folded neatly to their sides.

Closest to where Harry was and with their backs facing him, were more chairs, they went row to row and many Scáth of all shapes and sizes sat upon them.

The hair on the back of Harry’s neck froze as the King’s clear voice rang through the room.

“Scáthlings- remain”

Harry quickly made his way to one of the empty chairs and sat himself down. The people around him didn’t move or bat an eyelash. They sat comfortably, but with a sense of anticipation and self discipline. Harry followed their lead and sat up straight, lightly crossing his ankles and tipping his head towards the King.

“Forward”

Harry imitated the people around him movement for movement. They rose quietly and stepped with precise movements towards the large circular space surrounded by the seat they had vacated moments ago, the throne and the nobles that sat stiffly in their chairs. Harry controlled his steps to match theirs and almost missed it when they all swept down with identical bows.

This obviously something they had practiced many times.

Harry wondered about the gravity of this moment- but then they were falling to the ground and kneeling and Harry quickly copied them, feeling like a rather bad mimicker.

Something rustled above him and Harry knelt lower, until, like the others, his forehead was almost touching the cool marble.

The rustle reached a crescendo and then the thump of heavy boots could be felt, vibrating through the ground. Harry felt the boots take a couple of steps closer, stop and then continue on its way. It resembled a slow drum beat and Harry found it strangely calming. Harry smelt vanilla and oranges briefly before a large hand fell upon his head and he sagged slightly beneath the pressure.

Harry felt a warm feeling envelop him from head to toe and he let out a ragged breath.

He belonged.

He felt the Scáth part of him curl up within his mind and croon softly. Harry almost didn’t realize when his throat started shaking and he made a sound not unlike the purring of a cat, it started from within the depths of his chest and flew outward

When Harry became aware he tried to stifle the sound- but it felt so right… he lifted the side of his head and peeked around his bangs. The others were making the sound too, he realized, and they all had faces full of blushing pride. Harry unclamped his lips and let the sounds flow freely.

Shortly after, the King raised a hand and all fell silent.

“Welcome”, Northwood’s voice boomed out.

“May God be with you and bless you. May you see your children's children.

May you be poor in misfortune, rich in blessings.

May you know nothing but happiness- From this day forward” He intoned.

“Aye” The hall echoed and fell silent.

Shortly after that, a regal looking woman with a severely tied back bun and white-blonde hair approached the sitting Scáth and raised a clipboard.

“Submissives- get up and follow me”

The woman turned around with a practiced step and walked off, not even sparing a glance to see whether they were following her or not. She was joined by two soft-looking woman at the door and they walked by her sides with their heads bowed.

Soft clinking was all that Harry heard until a voice said ‘Rise’ and then those remaining did.

Harry straightened his spine and casually ruffled his robes, to get the dust off himself.

He cast a look at the empty throne and looked on, unruffled, searching for the person who had spoken- it made sense that the King would not be taking on the matter of training young Dominants himself.

Harry heard the voice again before he saw the actual person and swiveled his head around to get a good look. He was immediately hit on the back of the head by a flat object and he quelled his desire to rub the back of his head when the same voice said, “No unnecessary movements, boy”.

Harry ducked his head, chastised. The people around him sniggered quietly.

Slowly, three men walked into Harry field of vision, now that he was unable to turn his head to see. A tall and thin man was flanked by two similarly statured men. The thin man raked an eye over all of them and his eyebrow twitched.

“Welcome to the King of the Shadow’s court- I am General Lionward’s trusted vassal, Cecil Leradin and I’ll be overlooking your training to become full-fledged members of this court and your training as soldiers for any potential wars that may occur…”

When nervous looks flitted about the room, Leradin’s expression tightened and the man with his hair swept over one shoulder continued his speech.

“…as you all know, our most recent war with the Fae left both kingdoms with major damages to each side. Right now, we only have a shaky and unstable truce to keep our claws off of each other. We don’t know when and how, but there will be wars and battles and we need you to be as prepared as possible”

The man paused.

“…We Scáth only total to about two thousand worldwide, with about one thousand six hundred in the United Kingdom- though we are considerably stronger, the Fey outweigh that with their sheer numbers worldwide-”

Leradin seemed to bristle which every word he spoke, but visibly calmed himself down before continuing in a much softer voice.

“You will have two sessions here each day and a total of six different sessions. They will teach you all that you will need to know”

The thin man pursed his lips and his two ‘assistants’ stepped forward and guided the new members of the court through one of the side doors and into the chamber beyond.

The people around him watched him curiously as he walked in the chamber. Probably because he was the only one who had been late for the obviously ‘important’ ceremony.

Harry hoped no one recognized him.

After all, he had been very careful about places which could potentially hold sneaky reporters- and had hidden his scar…his clothes were- unusual too.

Harry watched as one of the assistants started moving things around the room and the other one stood quietly in front of the assembled dominants.

“As today marks the first official Scáth training that you will perform under the guidance of the Council, we will only be going through procedures and no actual ‘training’ will be done”

The people around Harry looked unruffled, as if they’d already known all along. Harry shrugged and shifted on his feet, they’d been standing for a while now.

When the assistant had finished setting up; the other had picked up the ‘roll’ and introduced themselves as ‘Amhain and Dha’ before calling out each person to their respective places in the room.

“Potter-Black, Harry”

All the heads in the room simultaneously swiveled around until each and every eye was locked onto the flushed face of one Harry James Potter-Black.

Suddenly it was like his clothes were too tight and too heavy. They pressed down on him and weighed him down. His tail swished angrily and it was as if the amulet around his neck twisted and shrunk, choking his breath.

“Ahem. Potter-Black, Harry”

The slim, well-dressed man called Amhain said, with emphasis on Harry’s name and with a particularly severe glare of icy eyes.

Harry stiffened his spine and lifted his shoulders. With impeccable grace and ignoring the stares, he strode to where Dha, the other assistant stood with a plethora of miscellaneous items.

Dha was just as thin as Leradin and Amhain, but he was succinctly different from the two. Where they had both had silk straight hair, Dha had dark, thick and curly locks which had been meticulously brushed to one side. Just as they had radiated ‘well-bred’, he did as well, but he was not without the subtle movements of someone who was born a hunter.

There was also the fact that Dha had a mocha colored skin.

Dha smoothly whipped out his (^%#@$!!!) –wand and cast a charm on Harry that swiftly assembled a couple of instruments used for measuring and then the dark haired man cast another charm that hovered off of Harry’s skin by a couple of inches.

“What’s this?” Harry said, staring at the shimmering green walls around him.

Dha shot him a look and said, “No move’, which was the first time he had heard the man speak.

Harry relaxed his body and let -whatever charm it was- do its job.

The pulsing green aura around him nudged Harry’s robe and with deft fingers and he quickly unclasped the brooch holding his robes together and shrugged the heavy dark blue garment off. The piece of clothing was immediately expelled from within the spell and it sat, neatly folded, beside the instruments that Dha had left beside Harry.

Harry was then urged to take his shoes off and he did, untying the laces and swiftly chucking both shoes outside of the verdant spell, he then pinched each sock and yanked them off.

The aura hummed its approval and Harry watched silently as a tape measure floated up from the pile beside him and with a small nick!, pulled itself out of its coil and aligned itself parallel to Harry’s body.

Harry sensed a faint hint of disapproval just before he felt a faint pressure on the top of his head. The pressure increased in small bursts until the green walls around him exuded annoyance and aggravation.

Holding in his giggles, Harry reached up and smoothed his hair back with both hands.

The greenness around him seemed to beam at him before Harry heard the slither of the tape and he was measured from head to toe. From the corner of his eye, Harry could see a quill scratching away at a small slip of paper.

Harry jumped a bit when he felt invisible hands grope his backside. Embarrassed, he wriggled a bit before the walls exuded impatience and The Boy-Who-Lived stilled, ducking his head.

Eventually, he felt his tail being grabbed and Harry turned around dutifully so that the tape measure could do its job. The quill started scratching again.

Then he felt the tape move away and Harry relaxed before he suddenly felt a jolt of pain from the tip of his tail.

Harry yowled and turned around sharply, to see a silvery hair float gently into a small container, before a similarly small lid screwed itself back on.

The green around him sank back a bit, obviously pleased with itself.

Harry grunted and grabbed his sensitive tail, smoothing over the hairs on the tip and passing over the pale crescent shaped scar.

Ryr, Harry thought fondly while brushing the mark with his thumb, remembering their first encounter. Harry grinned, he had a lot to talk about with the naiad today…maybe he could even convince him to go to the gathering that was going to be hosted next month…

Harry was pulled back into reality when he realized the invisible hands had grown impatient and were now tugging at his waistcoat and attempting to pull it off him.

Whoever had designed this spell had probably intended it to be unable to do much without consent.

Harry quickly unbuttoned the waistcoat and quickly did away with the navy undershirt.

Harry saw the quill freeze, then continue scratching but it wasn’t before long that the Savior spied Dha marching towards him with a frown on his face.

The man walked so close that his face almost touched the shimmering walls around Harry.

Harry saw the dark haired man’s lips move and heard the softly spoken words.

“Uno, dos, trés, cuatro, cinco de ellos”

Harry heard the barely reigned in gasp before Dha stepped back, face guarded.

Harry glanced down at his chest- he saw nothing of particular interest…oh, his Scáth runes. They glinted faint silver on his chest and he frowned at them.

There were five…what were so interesting about that?

Dha left, shooting a glance at Harry before hurrying to wherever it was he needed to go.

Harry looked down again just as intangible hands pulled at the bottom of his trousers. Harry blushed and understanding the gesture, he undid his belt and slipped his trousers off.

Instantly, a few more measuring tapes flew up from the pile and stretched themselves to wrap around Harry’s waist and arms. Harry stood still for a moment and made a relieved sigh as they unwrapped themselves and the quill jotted down the numbers. Harry watched as the quill fell and the slip of paper flew off.

Suddenly, the walls around him turned blue and Amhain walked into the room.

The tall and thin man pulled his hair together with a small hair tie at the back and cleared his throat delicately.

“We will now require that all of you transform into your Scáth forms. You will have to exit the blue aura and re-enter after you have completed your transformation.”

Harry chewed his lip and poked his foot out of the shimmering blue walls. Wriggling his toes, Harry gingerly stepped out of the spell.

He looked furtively around him and realized that all the dominants were already squinting their eyes shut and furiously trying to transform.

A roar sounded from Harry’s left and he recoiled as the Scáth attacked the person nearest to them.

Harry shut his eyes and willed himself to change.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind he felt his body lengthen and change.

Harry barely felt the brush of his hair sweep past his shoulders and the claws in his feet lengthen and click against the ground when a heavy weight pummeled into him and the breath whooshed out of him.

Wha…?

Harry struggled and using his superior weight, flung the other dominant off of him. The other dominant growled and flung himself at Harry again, claws extended.

Harry kicked and scratched while looking side to side. Where were the assistants? Weren’t they supposed to stop this?

Harry felt his blood freeze as he looked into the eyes of both Amhain and Dha. They were cold and emotionless, staring calculatingly at the writhing mass of bodies around them. They both had a blinding magical shield around them and none of the dominants went their way.

Why were they not stopping this?

Harry felt pain shoot like lightning across his face and he growled.

He felt a foreign emotion then.

It bubbled up from within him and wormed its way into his chest.

How dare they? These were all inferior. Pathetically inferior-

Harry raked his claws over the other’s chest and the dominant fell back, gasping for air, blood leaking out of its wounds.

Something strange happened then.

The dominant that lay gasping on the floor breathed raggedly and hauled itself of the floor.

Harry growled. Why couldn’t he stay down? That useless wretch-

The dominant roared, leaping onto Harry and digging its claws into the skin of Harry’s back.

He didn’t understand. Why?

The dominant grappled with Harry and he spied a torrent of emotions flicker over the other’s face before Harry lashed his tail out and threw the other off of him.

He had seen desperation…but why.

He stared down at the defeated dominant. Why was he so desperate?

Harry crouched down near the conquered one and looked into his eyes.

Defeat Resignation.

Why?

Suddenly, the two assistants sprang to life and they walked towards the dominant lying on the ground. Harry felt the blinding shield touch his skin and he sprang backwards, hissing.

They knelt down and slung the guy over their shoulders and Harry heard them say something. Something that made his blood run cold.

“The first one of the day, huh?”

Harry felt his lips curl and he snarled at the two.

What did this mean?

The two strolled off, twisting around the carnage and fighting all around then.

Harry turned and froze.

A dominant was coming towards him, claws extended and tail whipping furiously.

It leaped.

Nathaniel: 14

Snape: 30

Charlie: 22

Colin & Dennis: 17

Colin: 2

Omg. That took me a long time to finish. The last 400 words were so easy though.

Ugh. Time to start chapter 15…

*Grabs PSVita.

Oh, BTW. THIS IS IMPORTANT.

The chances of me updating next week are 50/50. I'm finding it hard to sit down and write because SOOO MANY THINGS ARE GOING ON!!!

I mean seriously, It's the Christmas season guys. I need to go waste my money in the shopping centres with my mum and get blisters on my feet, ATTEND a lot of dinner parties, eat chocolate, wrap presents, pack for my trip to China and...SO MUCH MORE. FOR GOD’S SAKE.

CHRISTMAS TIME IS…!!!UGH!!!

NEXT CHAPTER: THE RESULT OF THE FIGHT? WHO WINS?
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