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Chameleon's Song	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 132344 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Extremely long AN: Okay, so this is getting some real attention. I like.

A word to Her Royal Goddes:, glad to have you here. I noticed you write a lot of Hermione stories. Sorry, but the bushy brunette witch isn’t in this much. I’m trying, but she’s kinda lost to me. I hope that doesn’t turn you off of my little fic.

To Pandagog: Thank you for the assistance, but the book says wand hand, not wand, so what I had was fairly correct. Was there anything that you actually liked about the story?

To Unneeded: Wow, thanks!!

To Kogas Hentai Luver: Thas what I’ma talkin’ bout! Oh, and no fear, Draco is already slated for a big part!

To Lady Laran: Welcome!

To BloodyBlackRose:I agree too, but not so much dark Harry here. Oh, and I’ve been reading the same fic, I think. Can’t quite see Harry being such a wuss, so I haven’t gotten real into it. He keeps saying he won’t be a doormat, then lays right down in front of the door!

To Anon: Wish you had a real name, but this will do. I like your suggestions, let’s see where I can fit them, kay?

Chapter One: From the Burrow to the Train

Ron was tired of the antics of his older brothers after two months of them being home. Their place over the joke shop was infested with timber gnomes, and until Molly proclaimed it safe, they were home and up to their usual tricks.

It didn’t help that Ron was seventeen now, able to do magic away from school, and bored out of his mind. The twins took this as the challenge to prank him and not get caught. So, when Ron came down to breakfast and overheard George talking about Harry being upstairs in Charlie’s room, his skepticism won out over any form of enthusiasm. He flopped down at the table and pulled a plate up to the biscuits.

“So, you and Harry have big plans, Ronald?” George asked.

“Maybe we could square off for a bit of Quidditch?” Fred added.

“Very Funny.” Ron snarked over his eggs. “Just give up, already.”

“Give what up?” Charlie asked as he entered the room.

“Oh, Ronnikins is moody today.” Fred answered.

“Probably slept with his willie bent.” George added.

             “Just asked him to play a Quidditch match.” Fred continued.

            “And he refused.” George said.

            “Maybe you could play us, Charlie?” Fred asked.

            “Me? Play against you two? Yeah, that’s fair.” Charlie said before tucking into his breakfast.

            “We’d let you have Harry.” Fred told him.

            “He brought his broom, after all.” George filled in.

            “They been on about this all morning.” Ron injected. “Just quit, I’m not falling for it.”

            “Falling for what?” Harry asked around a yawn as he stretched in the doorway. Ron jumped and turned so fast that he knocked over his chair and it crashed into Charlie’s arm.

            “Hey, Ronald! Let’s have a care.” Charlie cried out, but Ron was busy rushing over to grab onto his friend and welcome him with a warm hug.

            “When d’ya get here?” Ron asked him and Harry finally worked his way free.

            “Early this morning. I rode the knight bus.” He answered.

            “Sit down, Harry. I’ll fetch you a plate. I’m surprised you’re mobile this early. I expected you to sleep past lunch.” Charlie grabbed a plate and filled it with eggs and bacon, toast and jam and handed it to Harry. Harry sat between Charlie and George and looked at the food happily.

            “Couldn’t sleep anymore.” He said. “I heard all of you down here and realized I was hungry. I’m a bit accustomed to rising early.”

            “Want to play Quidditch with us later?” Fred asked.

            “You can team up with Charlie.” George added.

            “Yeah. Ron doesn’t want to play.” Charlie finished.

            “Sure! Sounds great.” Harry said before stuffing a spoonful of scrambled eggs into his mouth.

            “Hey!” Ron cried as he realized he’d been excluded.

            “Don’t worry, Ron. You and Ginny can play the winners.” Charlie joked. Harry and the twins laughed.

*****

            Over the next month, Harry and Charlie beat the twins seventeen games to four and only lost five out of ten to Ron and Ginny. They agreed that Harry’s seeker and beater skills mixed well with Charlie’s abilities as a chaser and keeper.

            When they boarded the train for their last year at Hogwarts, the twins and Charlie handed Ron a surprise gift, a brand new Nimbus 2002, that they had purchased together to congratulate him for becoming Head Boy. “You’re a lot less of a prat about it then Percy was,” Fred told him and his other two brothers nodded behind him.

            Hermione caught up with them at this point and Ron hid a budding tear as she hugged him and began to go on about the remains of her summer hols. They had last seen each other in the end of June, when the trio had managed to destroy the last of the Horcruxes and Harry had faced off against the withering Dark Lord. It was then that Voldemort discovered their duplicity, along with the traitorous acts of Snape and Lucius Malfoy, and when he went to cast the killing curse at Harry, all four other wizards, young and old, killed the snake that held the last piece of his soul and they all attacked him simultaneously. It was a sight that no other could imagine, and the three young people had yet to put words to its description.

            Harry had spent three days under the care of Madame Pomfrey before being pronounced well enough to go home, and, though he didn’t wish to, he descended from the train in London and climbed into the car with his Aunt and Uncle, leaving his two best friend, to return to Little Whinging.

            But, they were back together now, and Harry was determined never to return to the home of his relatives. He would finish his last year, pack up his things and move into Number 12 Grimmauld Place with his Godfather and Remus Lupin. It would be his finest year.

            At the opening feast, Dumbledore made the announcement that the three friends had dreaded. “This year, we have a great reason for rejoicing. Thanks to three of your classmates, the great threat that lay heavy over wizarding kind, the evil dark wizard, Lord Voldemort, is no longer a concern to us all. Harry, Ron and Hermione. Stand up please, so that your fellow students can show their appreciation.”

            The rows of children, even some of the Slytherins, applauded the golden trio and Harry’s face flushed red at the acclaim. He had barely completed his rise when he sunk back to his seat, though the clapping continued.

            “Now, that the sorting is complete and you have greeted friends, old and new, let the feast begin.” Dumbledore clapped his hands and the tables filled with food and the students tucked in. Harry chose shepherd’s pie, lima beans and a cup of tea. Ron had piled his plate full and was currently deciding where to begin.

            “Oh, Ronald. Just grab something. You’re going to eat all of it anyway.” Hermione teased as she stabbed a piece of chicken.

            “How was your summer, Harry?” Dean Thomas asked. “Well, aside from the whole killing the bad guy part.”

“Pretty much the same as usual. Nothing special other than my birthday. Thanks, by the way. The boots are great.” Harry told his friends. Seamus beamed from across the table. Harry thought that he caught the Irish boy winking at him, but it was fleeting and couldn’t have been real.

*****

            As soon as the combined Slytherin and Gryffindor seventh years entered the potions class, Severus Snape looked up from the papers in front of him and stared silently in his usual intimidating way. The seventh years always needed a more potent dose of fear and this group took longer to begin fidgeting under his glare than any he could remember.

            “Take out a sheet of parchment.” He said. “Independently . . .” and his pause reinforced this. “List the ingredients to a blood replenishing potion, burn healing past and fire protection potion.”

            After the level of grumbling subsided, Snape continued. “Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger, as well as any of you who would like to try for extra credit, add to this those for the elixir of deviation.”

            Before Ron could complain, Harry laid a hand on his arm to forestall him. He lifted an arm and waited patiently. No one spoke or moved to begin and the professor reluctantly said. “Yes, Mr. Potter?”

            As Harry lowered his hand, he said. “I was wondering why only Ron, Hermione and I are required to work out the fourth potion, Sir.”

            “Do I need a reason, Mr. Potter? Well, as I understand it. This potion was of great assistance to you in your quest. I merely wish to know the full extent of your knowledge. That is the purpose of this beginning of the term quiz. As well as the ones that you will have each time you come to my class for the first few weeks. Now, time is short, so I suggest you all begin!” and Snape pulled out an hour glass and flipped it over on his desk. “You have twenty minutes to complete these potions.”

            When the last grain of sand fell through the center of the glass, Severus stood and announced. “Time is up.” And he waved his wand summoning the sheets of parchment, which rolled themselves into scrolls and landed neatly on his desk. “Now, choose one of these potions and prepare it in groups of two. The Golden Trio should pair up with other.”

            Hermione turned to Neville, and Ron joined Dean, but as every other Gryffindor had a partner, Harry had to work with Blaise Zabini from the Slytherins. Blaise chose the elixir of deviation and asked Harry what ingredients they needed.

            “If you don’t know how to make it, why’d you choose it?” Harry asked.

            “I expect to know how, by the time we’re finished.” Blaise stated.

            “Fine, but I’ll warn you now, it smells like you’re stewing cat fur and old cheese.” Harry said before going to collect their ingredients. When he returned, Blaise was still staring at him. “We’ll need to dice all three of these and grind the asphodel into a fine paste.”

            Blaise didn’t speak, just took out his potions knife and began to work. For the next twenty minutes, the room was silent other than whispered instructions, swishing of mortar and pestle, clinking of knives and the bubbling of cauldrons.

            “So,” Blaise leaned over the table, getting close to Harry’s personal space, “How does this help three teenagers defeat the most powerful wizard of all time?”

            Harry looked up from the bezoar he was slicing to see the other boy’s dark eyes regarding him. “The infusion breaks the connection between dark spells and the objects they are placed on. Once it is free, you still have to defeat it, but that’s nearly impossible when it’s safe inside of some relic.” Harry told him and then looked back to his work. He didn’t tell the Slytherin that the dark spells that he was fighting were bits of soul that had been released from the last two horcruxes. Blaise stared for a bit longer before returning his eyes to the cauldron where the potion was only just turning a bit more brown than black.

            Harry dropped the two thinnest slices of the bezoar into the pot and said, “Stir it slowly, three rotations, counter clockwise. After that, it needs to simmer untouched for three minutes.”

            Blaise lifted the ladle and began to stir, the potion was thick and stirring it took a great deal of muscle. While he worked he considered his potion partner for the day. “How is it you’ve gotten better at this, Potter? You were rubbish a few months ago.” He asked.

            “There were some quiet days, over the last year and I filled my hours with reading and practice. A lot can be learned that way.” Harry said flippantly.

            “Maybe, but I don’t buy it.” Blaise retorted.

            “Well, that, and the fate of the wizarding world hanging over your head, can force someone to take things seriously.” Harry admitted.

            “I guess that’s possible.”

            “What about you? How is it you never chose a side, even though you are part of the house that had many ties to Voldemort?”

            Blaise failed to react to the use of the forbidden name and Harry watched him intently. “I’m not much of a follower.” Blaise brushed him off. “Now, we wait?”

            “Yes. After three minutes, it needs to be bottled quickly.” Harry said.

            “The quicker, the better. You weren’t kidding about the stench. How’d you stand it?” Blaise asked pinching his nose.

            “Brewed it outside, mostly. Or in Myrtle’s bathroom. You never get used to it. I suggested once that the smell was what drove the dark spells out.” Harry’s joke brought a chuckled response from the dark boy and the Chosen One smiled. “You have an infectious laugh, Blaise Zabini. Do it more often.”

             Blaise looked up quickly, but Harry had begun collecting bottles and scooping the potion into them.

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