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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’m back. Anna and I went to see Cats yesterday and I’m so charged! What a great musical! I’ve wanted to see it for ages!

Unneeded: Harry will only be that bold when someone rubs him wrong, but just because he’s spending time with someone, doesn’t get them into the Chameleonis’ bed. There’s still a ways to go before he’s got his little harem filled.

SnapeLovesLilly: Please forgive me, I’ll try to make amends. Isabel was favored as Harry’s pure human, Hermione was close behind(in the not a poll). Her and Ron, not gonna happen, but she’ll be fine. Sorry, about that, if it bothers you too much, but I gotta do this to make my piece flow.

Kit: Gosh, I’m sorry. I’ll post again before Thursday to make it up, kay?

Hope: Welcome. Ron and Hermione are still friends, but he wants to keep distant while he works out his problems. I’ll bring him back, I promise.

Silverlion: Yep, that’s me!

Sablesilverrain: *Bows to fellow fanfic writing addict*, I got your update, right here ;)

Randon-Death-Eater-Number-5: Gosh, I sure feel the hate.

Rosealynne: Glad I didn’t lose you, and even gladder that I drove you out of lurker mode, and got your lovely review. I sorta agree, but that’s the whole point of Harry not liking Frank as a name. It seemed too contrived to be like Fred and George. I think he’ll be a bit confused as well, but let’s just see how it all pans out, Kay?

Anon: Thanks, it was fun to write, too.

Chapter Sixteen:

Dryads, Dragons and Cats, Oh my!

Dryad – Spirit of the woods

The dryad is the faerie version of the tree spirit, originally named for the spirit of the oak, but the term has come to be used for all tree nymphs and faeries, in general. They are normally considered to be very shy creatures, except around the goddess Artemis, who was known to be a friend to most nymphs.

Dryads, like all nymphs and faeries, are supernaturally long-lived and tied to their homes, but some are a step beyond others. These were Hamadryads who were an integral part of their trees, such that if the tree died, the Hamadryad associated with it died as well. For these reasons, Dryads and the Greek gods punished any mortals who harmed trees without first propitiating the tree-spirit.

Dragonite – Dangerous force of Natural Magic.

A dangerous cross between Dragon and human, though to date only matings with wizards have been documented. Dragonites would most likely eat a muggle as mate with one, so it is less likely that a dragon would have been more lenient. The dragonite is a very desirable outcome for many powerful or power hungry families and a good lot of pure-bloods have been killed in an attempt to breed this cross into a family line.

Dragonites only achieve wings after a first mating and these are difficult to hide for several months. Dragonites females mate for life, though a male may have a harem of mates, and if tragedy greets her mate, a female will not only kill the threat to the male, she will also kill herself and her children. The only exceptions to this brutality - are natural deaths that occur in old age, usually around one thousand years of age.

Dragonites are easily documented, and there are regularly two-thousand of them in any given generation. Caution is advised in dealing with an unmated female dragonite, as deaths have occurred when this cross is still in its virginal creature state.

           Fred arched up into Larry’s hands, his body heating up dangerously before George sent a quick spell his way. “Sorry, Gary. Didn’t mean to distract, but Fred always forgets about the fire.” The twin explained. Gary stopped his words with a bruising kiss and Fred smirked, all the while grateful that his brother had remembered what his part of their consciousness had neglected. A Phoenicia in heat was a bit more literal than most other creatures.

            As these thoughts possessed the half of the Weasley twinset, Larry had managed to wriggle down and found the semi-rigid flesh that would soon be his. While Gary cupped George’s balls, Larry dove in to take a taste, running his tongue over the already weeping slit. After spending time with Blaise, he’d gotten a bit more experienced with this and even found he loved the flavor.

            “Ah, Merlin!” Fred cried out as the touch of Larry’s tongue sent a tremor of heat up his body. Even as he reveled in this, he noted a quiver that ran up George’s body, and considered it quickly. If they felt what he did, then each sensation he gave one, the other would receive as well. Gary smiled as he deepened the kiss, sending his tongue into George’s mouth and entangling with the muscle he met there.

            Fred gasped and writhed under Larry’s ministrations, while George bucked into Gary like he was getting close. As one, or maybe as Harry, he quickly chanted an incantation to prepare his mates and climbed up to face Fred as he was George. Also as one, Larry and Gary drove home, feeling the intense heat encompass them, even after George’s spell. It was like dipping your cock into a vat of hot wax, but not so hot that it was torturous, and he cried out in stereo.

            Instead of searing his flesh, the heat seemed to complete him, make him feel as if he had finally found a place where the world was the perfect temperature. It was the heat of acceptance and it flowed through him, warming places that he had not known were chilled until that very second. Harry was moving in tandem, thrusting in and out of the bodies that he was connected to, in Fred as he pulled out of George and it was magnified by the dual sensations. Fred was tighter, but George was more reactive. They both clung to him, but while George moved more, faster, jerkily, Fred was louder, more expressive. The twins were complimentary parts of the complete person they would have been.

            Harry knew he wouldn’t last, as the heat pooled in his core and threatened to burst into flames. It was glorious and terrifying, all at the same time.   George was first to climax, a thought that just crossed Harry’s mind, for he assumed they would cum together, and it triggered the mutual orgasms of Larry and Gary, sending Fred to his culmination. They collapsed together, as the fire went to embers once again.

*****

            The Gryffindors were practicing against the Hufflepuffs, and the pitch resounded with the good-natured peals of laughter and camaraderie. Harry flew above the group, his broom leveled out and hovering as he watched the antics of his team and those of their opponents.

            As he watched, Wayne Hopkins flew toward the goal with the quaffle as Katy Bell flew to intercept. They hadn’t noticed that Owen Cauldwell, a younger Hufflepuff who had recently joined the team, was on an intercept coarse. Harry called out, but he was too far away to be heard and he watched in horror as the three crashed and dropped to the ground.

            It only took seconds for him to reach them, and the rest of the players were gathering too closely to be safe. Harry pushed them back, clearing the area and noting that the three were far too still. “We need help.” He yelled and the group looked lost. “Ah, merlin! Expecto Patronum!” he called out and his patronus flew from his wand, flying toward the castle and the necessary staff. He watched it go, shock and fear on his face, but no one seemed to notice what he had.

            The corporeal form of his patronus had changed.

*****

          Outside of the Gryffindor dorm entrance, Harry pulled the invisibility cloak tightly around him, as much to keep him covered as to keep out the damp chill that pervaded the castle halls. He looked down at the Marauder’s map and checked the location of every conscious body that was moving around at this hour. He knew that Filch was in the area of the astronomy tower and most of the teachers were in their quarters. Dumbledore was not on the map, and Snape was prowling the fifth floor. Fred and George were snuggled together in Harry’s bed. The only person that Harry was concerned with was currently sneaking along a dungeon corridor near the kitchens. He hurried in that direction.

           The painting of the bowl of fruit was in front of him, dust settling from its recent movements. Harry carefully went through, his wariness an odd sensation, considering he was hidden from view. He found himself in the middle of a bustle, the many elves running about, carrying dishes and pans, sweeping the floors, dusting the shelves, and amid this stood a dark-skinned Slytherin.

           “Blaise?” Harry said to get his mate’s attention. He pulled the cloak off and smirked at the leer that answered his call. “You eating again? I’m beginning to think you’ve got a disorder.”

          “Harry, I’m just getting a snack. I was up studying with Draco and we got the munchies.” The dark boy seemed to glow in the presence of his mate, and Harry smiled at him. “If you want to do something else, I could forgo the snack, though.”

           Harry shook his head at the implied innuendo, and wrapped his arms around his dark lover. “Get your snack, and do your studying. I’m sure it’s important if you’re staying up this late to do it. I was just worried, and missing you.”

          “Me? When you’ve got Finnigan two beds away?” Blaise teased.

          “I love Shea, but I love you, too.” Harry said as he nuzzled into the dark-skinned boy’s neck and sniffed deeply of his cologne. “Mmm. That’s nice.”

           “Mum sent it. Says it helps when you get that burned fur smell all over ya.” Blaise snickered.

          “You’ve never burned your fur.” Harry retorted.

         “Nope, but you nearly burned it for me.”

         “Oh, yeah. I almost forgot. Sorry.” Harry didn’t sound sorry, but when his kisses reached the other’s collar bone, Blaise didn’t really care anymore. Harry stopped and lifted his face to the Slytherin’s. “I want to declare you my mate, Shea too. I’m gonna ask for special accommodations for us.”

          Blaise was still regaining his breath, but he managed to respond. “Do you think that’s a good idea? If you do that, you’ll be announcing your heritage to the school, and the ministry at the same time. I thought Dumbledore said that he’d only let it slip to creature families.”

         Harry revisited that conversation for a brief time, remembering the smug look that had filled the old wizard’s face. “We are keeping this as quiet as possible for the benefit of certain lines that would fall under unique ministry guidelines and that would make them less accessible to you, Harry.”

         “Still playing god, Albus?” Harry had smirked. “I doubt this is just for their benefit. You want to be in control of who I mate, and I’m not giving that to you. I’ll only take mates of my choice, and not for the selfish reasons that my father seems to have used. I’ll mate who I wish and keep any and all of my choices. My bank vault is large enough to accommodate those living arrangements, when I leave here.”

          “Harry, try to understand. I had to give you the choice of each creature that was of age, which would be mainly your year. I didn’t intend to cause mischief for the students here. The Ministry is not going to be informed of any newly discovered creatures, even if they fall into protected status, and they will be safe within Hogwarts walls.”

           “But, they are already compromised. The fact that they have been exposed, to each other, if not the other students who weren’t effected, is compromise. The others know something, and it will only take one Ravenclaw with a bit of curiosity to let the secret out.”

          “Is Miss Macdougal getting too curious?” Albus said with a frightening intensity.

          “Isabel is not the problem. She’s known since the beginning. I’m concerned by the curious among the other students. The ones that need answers and aren’t getting them. What about Hermione?”

          “I’ll deal with Miss Granger. I can assure you that she will never betray her friends.”

          “I know that, but they aren’t all her friends. I don’t think she’ll intentionally do anything like that, but what about inadvertently? She could slip some information that will leak out.” Harry was becoming more concerned about his lagging contact with his friends, and this was before he and Hermione had finally talked. Dumbledore had gotten a mischievous look that didn’t bode well for someone. Harry found the memory too upsetting and he drew his attention from it to his mate, currently wriggling in his embrace.

          “I don’t trust him. I’ll keep it secret a bit longer, but I still want to get out of the dorms. I’ll ask for something temporary for me, and give the password to you and Shea and . . .” his hesitation was all that Blaise needed.

         “And your new mate? Who now, Harry Potter?”

          The Boy-who-lived had the decency to look embarrassed. He loosened his grasp and looked over at the milling house elves that were waiting for the desires of these two students to be made apparent. He smiled wryly and looked around again. “Look, it isn’t like I lied to you.”

          “Woah. I’m not mad. Just curious. Look, I’m gonna be living with this person, so I ought to know about him or her, and then we can get to know each other. So, is it a him or her, first?” Blaise explained.

          “Them, sort of.” Harry corrected and Blaise raised an eyebrow. “It’s Fred and George Weasley.” Harry continued. “They are a very unique pair.”

            “Weasleys? Draco is gonna have a field day with this.” Blaise sighed. “I’m gonna need a shepherd’s pie to keep him from razing me all night.” He had turned only a bit and the elves set to work, preparing a perfect pie for the boy. “I’ll just take my pie, go back to my dorm and face the blond menace. Hey, are you gonna mate with him?”

         “I don’t know. I just barely made friends with him, ya know.” Harry said hedgingly.

          “Oh. Okay. Let me know if you decide. I got an investment in this one.”

           “Are you taking bets on my mates, Blaise Zabini?” Harry asked and Blaise smirked. “That’s just wrong, you know?” Blaise’s smirk turned into a smile and Harry sighed. “Did you bet for him, or against?”

           “Now, that would be cheating, Potter.” Blaise said with a laugh as he grabbed his pie and turned away. Harry let him go, smiling at the dark wizard’s back as he slipped out of the door. He checked his map to be sure Blaise would make it back unhindered. He noticed that Draco was pacing in the Slytherin common room.

         “Can I have a bit of treacle tart? Two helpings, please.” Harry asked the elves and was soon traveling the corridors to the Gryffindor dorms balancing them in one hand as he watched the map with the other, under his cloak. He slipped through the portrait and up the stairs, slipping into a set of curtains and pulling off his cloak. “Shea, I brought you a treat.” He whispered to the sleeping faun.

*****

          Isabel and Hermione sat in the library, not talking, but also not arguing, for once. The Ravenclaw girl had a book in front of them, that she was going to return as soon as they finished it. She had held this book for more time than she normally kept them from the library. Hermione read over the passage and then leaned back. “That’s what Ron meant? He and his family have . . .”

         “I would bet that speaking the words is taboo, Granger. So, let’s leave it unspoken, yeah?”

        “But, why would this affect him? He’s not a twin.” Hermione asked.

        “He’s still part of the line. As long as he finds the right mate, a working cross, he can perpetuate. It’s a rarity, but possible, obviously.” Isabel had slipped into lecture mode and Hermione stared at her,

        “Is that what I sound like? Wow! I’ve got to apologize to Harry.” She was smiling, but Isabel’s expression stopped her, “No offense, honest.”

        “None taken.”

        “Oh, sorry. Harry isn’t doing that, using you for progeny, I asked him.

         Isabel’s eyes went wide. “I wasn’t worried about that, Granger.” She exclaimed.

        “Then, just so you don’t. I know he’s been prowling the Patils, but I don’t think he’s all that interested in them, either.”

        “I don’t . . .” Isabel drew a deep breath and set her chin. “Don’t worry about Harry and Me. Just make sure you and he are still friends. It is important for him.”

         “I think we ironed out all of that. Now, if I could just figure out Ron.”

        “I doubt that is gonna ever smooth out. If he’s looking to procreate with a creature, he’s gonna be busy. I think we should let that matter lie.” Isabel closed the book and stacked it on top of the other books she was returning today. She rose and lifted them, smiling down at the frizzy-headed Gryffindor. “Let’s go to supper, okay? I think it would do you good to eat, and I’m famished.” Hermione nodded and the two girls dropped the books off at Ms. Pince’s desk before taking the stairs to the Great Hall.

*****

         Fred and George were feeling content and their joking was renewed in earnest to the dismay of a few Hufflepuffs. Oliver shook his head as he watched Justin Finch-Fletchley stand and fall due to a quick shoestring knotting hex sent his way. He turned back and lifted his goblet of pumpkin juice with an odd look on his face. He ran his hand over the tabletop, feeling the knots and grains of the wood with his fingers and regaining his calm. He had always been calmed by the fact that the Gryffindor table was made of oak, and so were the furnishings in the dorm. It was probably the reason he’d been sorted there, in fact. Uncle Conifer was a Ravenclaw and it was known that the dorm was decorated with pine and spruce wood furnishings.

          He smiled a bit at the thought, and didn’t see Harry slide in across from him. “Are you and the table making out, Ollie?” Harry whispered and Oliver’s face snapped up and closed to the view. He smirked at the boy-who-lived and shook his head.

         “Just communing. How goes mate hunting, Mr. Potter?” Oliver whispered back. “I noticed that the pranksters weren’t in their beds again, last night. That makes a full week now.”

       “Jealous?” Harry asked with a raise of his eyebrow.

       Oliver passed a piece of treacle tart across the table. “Maybe this is all it takes to get your attention, aye?” and Seamus scowled from further down. “Relax, Finnigan. I’ll not steal your midnight treat.”

        “You’ve been keeping track. I might wonder if you have an ulterior motive, but I know that Dumbledore hasn’t been around for a while. I wonder what he’s about.” Harry had raised his voice and the other Gryffindors took note.

         “Heard he’s been meeting with the Ministry, something about an appointment to the Wizengamut.” Dean suggested.

         “He turned that down before, why would he be interested now?” Neville asked.

          “Before, there was a Dark Lord to defeat.” Dean added.

         “Would he leave the school?” Seamus asked, voicing the concern of most of the younger students.

        “Don’t know. Maybe.” Dean responded, then he brightened. “There’s that new assistant Defense teacher, Miss Bole, what do you suppose she’s up to? I heard she was a Slytherin, when she was here.”

         Harry looked up and noted the woman, not much older than his class, he’d heard she left the school when he was a second year. She stared at his table from her place at the staff table and when she caught his eye, she smiled knowingly. He shuddered and looked away.

          “Well, she’s a good teacher, but I thought Lupin was here to stay. This school needs to settle down to one good Defense teacher, and keep it that way.” Oliver stated. Harry looked back up to where she was conversing with Remus and the werewolf was smiling back.

          “I don’t like her.” Seamus said.

*****

         Zylotha had been at the school for several weeks, learning her job, such as it was, and watching the antics of the students. She had settled into a suite on the fifth floor and was near enough to catch the comings and goings of the students that used the Room of Requirements. She had watched Harry and his mates, the ones he’d taken and those she was sure he was considering, though some she hoped to be wrong about.

           It was due to her insistence that her unique parentage be kept secret that Remus had suggested she aid him in the class. Her talent added to the Defense lessons and she had more opportunity to get to know the seventh years. She agreed, though it had caused an estrangement with Deirdre that still had her unhinged. Owls sent to her lover had continued to be unanswered and it was grating on her even more.

           Harry and Isabel walked together toward class, and Zylotha watched from her place near the door. Harry gave her an odd look and she smirked a response. “Mr. Potter, if I may have a word with you, before class. Miss Macdougal can explain to the professor.” Harry nodded and followed her to a silent hallway nearby. “Mr. Potter, my mother was . . . a friend of your family. I only wished to extend a greeting.”

          “My family had a lot of friends, it seems. Was your mother a close friend?” he asked without inflection.

          “A very good friend. I choose now to speak with you because I have some concerns about your recent habits.” She answered.

          “Was she a friend of my mothers?” Harry asked, ignoring the rest of her concerns.

          “No.” the answer was simple, but Harry smiled at the hidden information.

         “So, we do have some things to discuss. I still have a sister that I want to find, but I don’t remember meeting you before today.”

          “I was here while you were a first year. Unlike some of the others, I was well informed as to who you were. It was my mother’s wish that I meet you directly, but the headmaster felt it would be unproductive. He was afraid that ties to Slytherin would influence you.” She said.

          “Yes, I suppose he would think that. Tell me about your mother.” He asked. “What was her name?”

          “Allegora Wilkes. Her brother was a friend of Professor Snape’s and he was killed while in league with the Dark Lord. My mother thought they were a foolish bunch of bullies. She suggested I attempt to join another house, avoid the whole issue, but I was stubborn. She tells me that I got that from my father.” Zylotha smiled wittily.

          “I can imagine that. Father was a bit of a scoundrel, and stubborn would account for some of his faults. What line is your family?” Harry asked.

         “We are Peryton. Mother said it was the reason for your father’s animagus form, but I am skeptical. It was a stag, as I recall. No wings.” She said.

          “Yes, a stag. My patronus was a stag, as well. I didn’t think that animagus forms were influenced by such things. I know that the patronus changes due to influences, though.”

          “Your patronus has changed? When did this happen?” she asked. Harry had been hiding this since he discovered it, and now hedged. She would have none of it. “Tell me.”

          “It was about a month ago. I don’t know what caused it, but now it is changed.” He said.

          “And what is it, what form does it take?” Zylotha insisted.

          “An . . an eagle.” Harry said, his eyes downcast and his heart beating furiously.

          “A bird form?   Not a reptile? Not even a winged reptile?” she asked.

          “No. Not that. Why do you ask? What would that suggest?” he countered.

          “It was a concern of mine that you have been seen with some . . . unsavory types. I was concerned that you had been influenced by them.” She said. “Now, on to class with you. Remus will not tolerate too much tardiness.” And she turned and sped off in the other direction. Harry shook his head and returned to class. His thoughts were muddled, but one came in clearly.

          He had found another sister. Now only one more, and two brothers, and he would have his family.

*****

          Terry Boot was in a particularly good mood. He had eaten a large supper, taken a run around the lake and was now relaxing on a bench in the outer gardens of the castle. He waited for the arrival of the wizard he was expecting with no outward sign of the excitement he felt. He could feel the arrival of the other man, his date for the night, and he was able to smile as he noted that the other was trying to sneak up on him. “:Come on out, Marcus. I’ve been waiting long enough.”

           “That sounds a bit suggestive, little wolf. I could take you literally, you know.” Marcus Flint said as he rose up behind the bench and wrapped his arms around Terry’s throat.

          “Take it however you want. You don’t scare me. I know the difference between us and I know what I could do in retaliation. Now, what shall we do today?” he asked.

           “Have you taken your potion, little wolf?” Marcus asked and Terry smiled. “Then I think a walk in the moonlight might be all we can manage. It isn’t full yet, but tomorrow. . .”

          “By tomorrow, I was hoping to be able to surprise my father with an announcement.” Terry suggested.

           “Then, maybe we should visit that shack you told me about. I think that this is a good night for such plans. You have a month left of school, but that will hardly be a problem. I am ready for you, my little wolf.” Marcus lifted Terry easily off of the bench and wrapped him in a possessive hug.

           “I am ready for you, my love. My own wulver sounds wonderful.” Terry snuggled closer and let Marcus carry him toward the whomping willow.

            As they passed her, Cho Chang growled low in her throat. She had been betting that Terry Boot was the Chameleonis, and now that Flint had him, she was frustrated. Her family had been determined that she be the one to land this prize. Her scales itched under the rough wool of her robes and she was beginning to feel the heat that rose in her belly when she was close to flaming.

            Nearby, another of her kind had recently landed in Hogsmeade and she had been avoiding him. He was surely here for her prize and she was not about to let him get it first.

            At the edge of the school grounds, Viktor Krum sat on a large boulder and hunched his shoulder. He knew better than to approach a virgin female, especially one that was emitting those sharp vibrations and so near to heat. He would likely be burned by her flame, the only fire, short of fiendfyre, that could harm him, and he didn’t look forward to that prospect. He had been summoned here for the Chameleonis, but the presence of a Dragonite female was a much better prize for him.

AN: Wow another long one, Almost 4,500 words!
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