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Kit

Chapter 17

Harry decided that it would be safer for him if he stayed in Severus’ chambers until he stopped changing randomly from cat to human or human to cat.

He had tried changing back when he’d been with Remus. He had even tried changing back when he and Severus had been up in Dumbledore’s office with the twins. And, as he strained himself to the point of aneurysm, he sat with Severus, who was propped against the headboard reading, he tried to change back. Not that any of it worked. Really the only thing he’d managed so far was a headache and a twinge in his eye.

‘You sound constipated,’ Severus commented, dryly.

Nope, that wasn’t a factor in Harry’s decision to give up, not at all.

‘Why don’t you relax, Harry-Kit, all this straining can’t be good for you,’ Severus really tried to not to chuckle, really.

Harry scowled at Severus, making a weird noise that was part frustrated huff, part angry growl, before he curled up next to the man.

‘But I’m not talking to you,’ he stated irritably.

‘I’m sorry Kit, I know this isn’t easy, but there’s nothing else to be done,’ Severus tried to sooth the irritation, but only seemed to make it worse.

‘And why not? You’re Mister I can make any potion with my eyes closed and my hands behind my back, why can’t you do anything?’ Harry demanded, snarling.

All things considered, Harry had been, up until now, pretty good about the whole being turned into a Kneazle, and an infant Kneazle no less. He figured he was allowed to have a tantrum.

‘Why?’ Harry-Kit demanded again.

‘I have, in case you’ve forgotten. I tried to help you, six times in fact,’ Severus replied, trying rather well to be calm.

‘Only six?’ he snapped, ‘am I not good enough to save? Did you have better things to do with your time? Why did you stop trying?’ by the time Harry finished his rant, his anger had become confused fear.

Severus sighed and counted to ten, he had expected this anger, had expected it earlier than this, much earlier. Like when Harry had been first turned, or the first time he’d become a human again.

‘Hush little one,’ he said softly, as he ran his hand through Harry-Kit’s fur. ‘You’re worth so much more than that, my Kit, but I don’t know what else to do. Any other potions could react badly with whatever else is in your system. The six I tried were the only ones that I knew would be safe. I’m sorry you feel that I haven’t been doing enough-’

‘I’m sorry Sev, I shouldn’t have snapped at you,’ Harry-Kit interrupted Severus’ apology with one of his own. ‘I know you’re doing what you can but I’m just so frustrated with being a-’

‘Kneazle,’ he finished aloud, as he was suddenly a people again. A very naked people who was sitting on Severus’s lap.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said after a moment of stunned silence. He moved to get off Severus’ lap but Severus kept a tight hold on his waist.

‘When have I ever not let you sit on my lap?’ he asked rhetorically, as he summoned a pair of sleep pants for Harry, who managed to squirm into them without leaving Severus’ lap.

Severus couldn’t keep back the moan.

Harry-Kit blushed a vibrant pink.

Neither one mentioned it as they settled in bed, Harry between Severus’ legs, leaning against the broad chest as Severus read from the book in his hands.

=^.^=

When Harry woke he was still human and judging by Severus’ charmed window it was still dark out.

He grinned to himself as he realized that Severus was spooned up against his back.

Merlin’s hairy beast, he had to pee!

When he was done with that, he took a moment to examine himself in the mirror. He still had the two tails and the ears on top of his head had tuffs of fur on them. He was about to head back to the warmth and comfort of Severus when something caught his eye.

Which was odd since it had been his eyes that caught his eye, and didn’t that sound like a cat –er- dog chasing its tail, because Harry had never, ever done that before. It was unbecoming of a Kneazle of his standing.

But it was so much fun!

He shook himself and went back to studying his eyes. They weren’t the normal round pupil of a human, but the oval slit of a cat.

One of his tails thumped against the counter, and the other against his leg. He reached around to bat it away absently but missed.

His leg was thumped again and he spun to try and catch it.

He missed and it thudded against his other leg. He spun around again, trying to get the offending tail. It took him a moment to realize that both his tails had conspired against him to thump against his legs.

It took another minute to realise that he was, in fact, chasing his tails.

They seemed to be winning.

He growled and straightened himself, ignoring the light brushes of fur against his leg.

If he had glanced in the mirror then, he would have found that his pupils had dilated so much that there was only a thin rim of golden green around them.

Sort of like Crookshanks after he’d been terrorizing the smaller animals around the castle, or irritating Ron. Harry suddenly wanted to play!

He thought he was pretty stealthy as he moved silently across the bedroom floor before he pounced onto Severus.

‘Oof!’ Severus began swearing colourfully before a small pitiful meow broke through his rant.

Harry-Kit was Kit again and he looked extremely disappointed for all of a second before he pounced on the mystery mound that had moved. The mound that had been Severus hand that was still under the blankets.

Severus moved his hand again and Harry-Kit pounced before he backed up and hunched, wriggling his arse in the air as he waited for his prey.

There!

Suddenly Severus’ hand moved and his foot went and Harry had no idea which one he should attack first and then there was a hand coming at his face and he launched himself at it.

And Severus couldn’t contain his laughter, watching the small ball of fur bounce around his bed after his hand and then latching on to his other hand had been far to entertaining.

Harry-Kit had calmed some and was softly purring in contentment as he clung to Severus hand and gently gnawed on one of his fingers.

‘You are very strange, my Harry-Kit,’ Severus offered, still chuckling softly as he let Harry-Kit gnaw on his finger. He gently wriggled his other fingers and Harry-Kit stopped his gnawing and tried to capture the other rogue digits.

Eventually Harry tired himself out and just snuggled into Severus hand to sleep.

Severus realized he had a class to teach in the morning and curled around his hand and his Harry-Kit.

=^.^=

Remus and Lucius sat side by side, their shoulders and thighs brushing together, in an awkward silence.

It was really the first time they’d been so totally alone since arriving at Hogwarts and they didn’t have the threat of someone running in on them to interrupt.

And despite their earlier encounters, neither one had any real idea what to do.

They had several false starts including bitten lips, banging foreheads, and a knee (Remus’) to a groin (Lucius).

After that they had each collapsed back against the couch. Well, Remus had, Lucius had inspected his groin for any damage, permanent or otherwise.

Remus watched for a moment before he grinned deviously – because that was the only word to describe it – before he practically melted off the couch and slid between Lucius parted thighs.

‘Let me help,’ he stated, his voice rumbled in a way that wasn’t quite a purr, but was perhaps the canine equivalent, if there was one.

Lucius gapped at the man on his knees in front of him. Gone was the mild-mannered, soft spoken, librarian-esque man, having been replaced by this wolf-ish predator, which really shouldn’t have surprised Lucius at all, all things considered.

Remus closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply as he moved up Lucius’ thigh to his groin which was already starting to harden.

Remus moaned in pleasure as the lust-filled scent of his mate filled him, wrapped around him.

He nuzzled at Lucius crotch, loving the feeling of the hardening flesh. He mouthed the fabric before running his hands up Lucius firm calves to his hard thighs.

Lucius gasped as one of Remus’ hands played with a nipple. He hadn’t even noticed the hand untuck his shirt; he had been so focused on the mouth at his crotch.

Remus grinned and popped the top button of Lucius trousers open, Lucius, who hadn’t notice when he had tilted his head back or when his eyes had closed, had to make a conscious effort to look at Remus.

Remus took the opportunity to serge upwards and devour Lucius’ mouth. Diving in with his tongue and coaxing Lucius’ out to play. As they tasted each other, they memorized each other; how they tasted, how they felt, how they moaned.

Remus tore open Lucius’ shirt, sending the buttons flying.

He left Lucius’ mouth and mouthed a trail of wet kisses and nips and swollen abused nipples as he moved down, toward his goal.

He took the free corner of Lucius’ trousers and tugged, pulling open the button fly.

He nuzzled the damp spot on Lucius boxer briefs before suckling on it, and the cockhead underneath. Lucius groaned, his hand grasping at Remus’ hair, the slight stabbing pain had Remus’ moaning.

Suddenly Remus grasped the waist band of Lucius’ pants and trousers and tugged, causing Lucius’ hips to jerk up, letting Remus pull the offending garments down, and freeing the trapped erection from its prison.

Lucius didn’t have time to register anything as Remus engulfed him in the wet heat of his mouth.

Remus had one hand on Lucius hip while the other, well, Lucius wasn’t sure what the other hand was doing because it was hidden by Remus’ clothing and his body.

Remus tongued the slit and scrapped his teeth and moaned and hummed and suckled on the head and swallowed it down to the root and suddenly, almost violently, Lucius was pulling at Remus’ hair and bucking his hips and shooting his release down Remus’ relaxed throat and howling in pleasure.

Remus crawled up Lucius to sit in the slightly bigger man’s lap. They shared a languid, yet passionate kiss that had Lucius tasting himself mixed with Remus. It was Lucius that pulled away reluctantly.

‘What about you?’ he asked, his eyes bouncing from Remus’ eyes to his lap, ‘let me take care of you.’

Remus grinned and brought his hand to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick at the pearly white fluid on his hand. ‘I’ve been taken care of,’ he admitted half sheepishly, half sated contentment.

Lucius eyes never left that hand and he snatched it from Remus and began to bathe the hand with his tongue. Swiping the palm with one broad stroke, only to curl his tongue around each digit and darting between each of them. He took each finger into his mouth and sucked, his eyes never leaving Remus’.

The blonde could feel both himself and Remus began to harden again.

‘There’s something to be said about werewolf recovery time,’ Remus practically purred, he was doing that low rumbling thing again.

They languidly rocked against each other and Lucius gripped Remus’ arse, finally realizing that Remus had managed to shed his clothing, at least everything below his waist.

Remus reached to guide Lucius into himself, but the blonde stopped him. Lucius was surprised at how easily his questing fingers slid into Remus’ entrance.

Remus moaned and pushed back onto the fingers in his arse.

‘Please, Luc, please, need you, in me, need, please,’ Remus babbled as Lucius pulled his fingers free, causing the slightly smaller man in his lap to moan, he then let Remus sink, oh so slowly, onto his erection.

Neither man knew if they wanted to howl, or sob, or laugh. Lucius was finally buried balls deep in Remus and the tawny haired werewolf was gently rocking himself, relishing the feeling of finally being full.

‘Harder Remus,’ Lucius pleaded, and with a tight hold on his hips, Lucius lifted Remus before Remus pushed himself down. It seemed to snap Remus out of whatever trance he’d been in and he clutched at Lucius shoulders as the blond held firmly to Remus hips, guiding him, both grips strong enough to leave bruises.

Without thinking Lucius reached between them, grasping Remus neglected erection that was trapped between them and began to stroke him erratically.

It didn’t take long, and when Remus felt that familiar tightening he nuzzled Lucius’ neck as the blond did the same.

Remus growled as he bit into Lucius’ shoulder as Lucius bit into Remus’ and Remus felt his channel filling and Lucius felt it on his chest and, as a comforting soft blue-ish green glow surrounded them, the collapsed into an exhausted, sated heap; each lapping at the claim mark on their mate.

=^.^=

Ron walked the ward; he had just finished his shift and was on his way home when something barrelled into him.

He sneered before he realized that it was just a kid about four or five.

The kid had large green eyes and an even bigger scar on his throat and shoulder and he looked terrified.

The kid reminded him of Harry when they’d first gotten to Hogwarts.

‘Jeremy,’ a small, worried nurse with black hair came running after the little boy. ‘Oh, Jeremy, don’t do that, everyone is so worried about you,’ she chided softly, as she moved toward the little boy, who whimpered and hid behind Ron.

‘All the candy is gone and you’re brother just wants to apologize,’ she tried to sooth the obviously distraught little boy.

‘What happened?’ Ron couldn’t help but ask, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Anna, the nurse, gasped in surprise, as if finally noticing Ron, she glared at him. Everyone knew he had done something horrible, but no one was really sure what it had been. She thought for all of a fraction of a second, but decided that Jeremy’s story might make him see reason.

‘His brother found, what he thought was, candy but was actually an acid that their father was working on, he had no idea what it was but he gave it to his brother anyway, and when Jeremy ate it, it almost killed him, he hasn’t eaten anything voluntarily since, and he refuses to be in the same room with Johnny. He won’t ever talk again, not even magic can fix everything,’ she finished sadly.

Ron stared at Anna in shock, before glancing back at Jeremy. It had been Ron’s first day so he hadn’t actually seen much of anything, except offices and storage rooms and cleaning supplies.

Sure Ron’s own brothers, namely Fred and George, had done some rotten things to him, but Ron couldn’t even imagine being afraid of his own brothers.

Ron crouched in front of Jeremy and ran a hand over his scar.

Could Ron have permanently injured Harry? That hadn’t been his intention, had it? He had just wanted to scare Harry, he thought, in truth he wasn’t really sure what he wanted to do to the other boy.

What if Harry was still lying in the grass under the stands, where no one could find him?

No, Harry was at Hogwarts someone was bound to find him. He was Harry Potter after all, he only had to go the bathroom without telling someone for people to think he’d been kidnapped.

‘It’s okay to be afraid, Jeremy,’ Ron was surprised to hear himself speak, hear himself comfort this irritating kid. ‘Your brother didn’t mean to hurt you,’ he spoke softly, like he was talking to a frightened animal, ‘sometimes bad things happen and no one means for them to but they do, but that’s why our parents are there, to protect us. They were there?’ he asked.

Jeremy nodded, but Anna spoke, ‘his parents were there, they feel terrible about what happened, but if they hadn’t been there…’ she trailed off, all three of them knowing Jeremy could have lost more than his voice.

‘You don’t have to forgive your brother, but he is family and he’s probably just as scared as you are.’

‘Come on, Jeremy,’ Anna held out her hand for the boy who gave Ron one last look before being led away, back to his own room.

Once Jeremy and Anna were gone, Ron shook his head, trying to clear it.

No, he and Harry were different. What he’d done to Harry was completely different then what had happened between Jeremy and Johnny. Harry wasn’t Ron’s brother or friend, he wasn’t Ron’s anything.

Harry had hurt Ron and Ron had only been returning the favour.

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