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Bittersweet	By : Jessica86 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9964 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else in that universe. And I do not make any money of the story. Everything belongs to JK Rowling, and it's all her money.

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AN: So here's the second chapter. I hope that you'll like it. Some explanations will come, and I hope they're not too far fetched.

Enjoy.

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The sun shone in through the window and caressed Harry’s cheek. He rolled over to the other side to get away from it. He was exhausted and didn’t want to wake up just yet. The night’s dreams had been worse than normal. And he was aching all over. He groaned as he collided with the wall and pulled the cover over his head. He relaxed and tried to fall back to sleep.

The door opened and he could hear someone sneak in. He knew that it couldn’t be his relatives since they would rather be caught dead than walk into Harry’s room. The steps were sneaking and for a second the thought of danger crossed Harry’s mind.

“Happy birthday Raven,” a voice whispered and Harry smiled.

This was a far from danger as he could come. But he was still too tired to move, so he stayed by the wall and let his guest come closer.

“I have a gift for you love,” the voice continued and Harry heard the smirk in the tone.

Suddenly the cover was pulled down from him and a gasp reached Harry’s ears.

“What in the…? Harry?”

The confusion and distrust in the voice made Harry react. He reached for his glasses at the bedside table and took them on. Then he opened his eyes and tried to focus on the man standing by his bed. But instead of seeing things as normal everything was blurry and unfocused. He blinked in confusion a few times before he took off the glasses. He gasped in surprise as he realised that his sight was perfect without the glasses.

“What the…” he mumbled to himself.

“Harry? Is that you?”

Harry looked up into the concerned brown eyes of his boyfriend.

“Of course it’s me Fred. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Have you seen yourself lately?”

Harry looked at him and frowned. What was he talking about? So Harry crawled out of bed and tried to stand up. He tried. But as soon as he got on his feet he fell back onto the bed like there was something that pulled him back. He looked behind him in confusion and yelped in shock as he saw something furry behind him. He shot out of bed and the furry thing followed him. He tried to turn around and look at it, but it moved with him. So he reached back to grab hold of it – and that’s when he saw his hands. They still looked almost normal, but his nails were thinner and pointy. As he reached for the furry thing behind him his nails shot out like claws. He froze.

“What’s going on?” He asked on the brink of panic – he didn’t understand what was happening.

“I have no idea,” Fred said with concern in his voice.

He came over to Harry and took him in his arms.

“I think we have to talk to Dumbledore about this.”

Harry nodded and let Fred hold him tight. He’d missed the tender embrace for the few weeks that he’d been back with his relatives.

“You think it’s still me?” he whispered. He wasn’t sure himself if he was totally himself now.

“Of course Raven,” Fred whispered back and kissed him. “Only you taste like this.”

Harry smiled.

“So you’re here to pick me up?”

“Yeah. We decided to make it as easy as possible and to draw as little attention to ourselves as possible.”

“’We’?”

“The order. There are another ten members stationed around this house. They’ll follow us on a safe distance to a safe spot. And then we’ll all apparate to Grimmauld Plan. And then mum will give you breakfast.”

“Thank Merlin,” Harry laughed. “I’m hungry.”

Fred kissed him again before he let go. He looked around the room and saw Harry’s trunk by the foot of the bed.

“Are you all packed?”

“I never unpacked.”

“Brilliant. Get dressed, and then we leave.”

Harry looked at Fred and smiled a little.

“You’re never too eager to get me dressed,” he purred and moved closer to Fred.

“Later love. Now people are waiting, and I don’t think that they would like to wait for the hours it would take before I let you go if you don’t dress soon.”

“Spoil sport,” Harry pouted and hoped that Fred would fall for it.

“Forget it,” Fred laughed and handed Harry some clothes. “We’ll have time to play later.”

Harry didn’t say anything but continued to pout as he accepted the clothes.

Soon Harry was dressed and Fred had shrunk the trunk so that it fitted in his pocket. They made their way down the stairs hand in hand and were met by the Dursley’s in the living room. They cast a quick look at the couple before looking away again.

“I’m leaving now,” Harry said in an attempt to be polite. “See you next year.”

His uncle ignored him and his aunt mumbled something meaningless. Harry sighed and moved towards the door. But he was stopped by Fred that hadn’t moved.

“Fred, come on,” he pleaded. “Don’t do anything. Please.”

“I should…” Fred began but Harry interrupted him with a kiss.

“You’ll get more of those soon if we just leave and you don’t do anything that I’ll regret later.”

Fred sighed and followed out the door.

The sun was blinding and Harry squeezed his eyes shut.

“That hurt,” he mumbled.

“What?” Fred asked and he sounded worried.

“The sun. Too bright.”

Fred looked down at his raven in concern. The sun was not brighter now than it had been before. But that seemed to be yet another change in Harry. Fred had his suspicions to what had happened – but he needed someone older to confirm it for him. But in the meantime he could try to make it easier for Harry. So he pulled picked up a stone from the ground and transfigured it into a pair of sunglasses.

“Here,” he smiled and put them on Harry’s face. “Better?”

Harry just nodded and leaned closer to Fred.

They walked in silence along the street. Fred held a protective arm around Harry as the morning stayed quiet. He kept a watching eye on the surroundings in case someone would be stupid enough to attack. Harry felt the tension radiate from Fred and knew that there was nothing he could to calm him down. He wouldn’t be calm until they were both safe and sound at the headquarters. Harry could feel the presence of the other order members lurking around in the shadows for extra safety if something should happen. Their presence was making Harry nervous. He didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t see them – just know that they were there. He couldn’t wait for them to apparate to safety.

“How far are we going?” Harry asked as they came closer to the end of the street.

“Just a little bit further. We want to be out of sight for muggles before we do anything. Don’t want unnecessary attention.”

Harry nodded. He could understand that. So when Fred steered them towards the park Harry knew that they would soon leave. The park was always deserted by this time of the day. Harry knew that because he used to be there to get rid of the eerie feelings his dreams left him in the mornings.

They reached the park and just as Harry suspected it was totally deserted. He smiled. In just a few moments he would be with his friends.

“Are you ready?” Fred asked him as they stopped right next to the swings.

Harry looked up at him and nodded.

“Good. Hold on tight.”

His hold of Harry tightened and Harry made sure to take a tight grip on his arm and he shut his eyes. Then he felt the familiar pull in his stomach and he felt the world start to spin around him. He really hated to side-along-apparate.

When he opened his eyes again he was standing on the step to the headquarters. He felt sick and it felt like he would throw up.

“Alright Raven?” Fred asked when he heard Harry dry heave.

“Yeah, once my stomach calms down.”

Harry shuddered as he took a deep breath to calm down himself.

Fred ruffled his hair and opened the door. He held it open so that Harry could get inside first.

Harry brushed past Fred and inhaled the familiar air for the old house. And suddenly he was overwhelmed by scents – scents that he’d never felt before.

“You feel that?” he asked and took hold of Fred once more.

“Feel what?” Fred looked around them but he couldn’t figure out what Harry meant.

“The scent. It smells…well, I don’t know…it’s just…”

He didn’t get further until a scent of threat made its way to his nose. On instincts that he didn’t know he had his nails came out, he arched his back and hissed as he turned around. Fred groaned as the nails dug into his arm and scratched him as Harry suddenly let go of him.

Harry stood eye to eye with Remus and he kept hissing.

“Harry?” Remus looked at him with disbelief in his eyes.

When Harry didn’t answer, or calmed down, Fred put his hand on the younger boy’s shoulder.

“It is,” Fred sighed as he felt Harry relax a bit under his touch. “We need to speak to Dumbledore.”

“I can see that,” Remus said without letting Harry out of his sight. “Are you sure this is Harry?”

“I am,” Fred said defensive. “He’s just changed.”

“I see…you should go directly to Dumbledore. Take the floo in the living room. No one’s there at the moment.”

“Thanks. Come on Harry.”

When Harry didn’t respond Fred took hold of his arm and dragged him with him along the hallway towards the living room.

Once they turned right and came into the living room Fred closed the door behind them. As soon as the door closed Harry relaxed and his nails retracted once more.

“What was that?” Harry asked.

“That was Lupin,” Fred sighed.

“It was danger. I smelt it.”

Harry sniffed the air just to reassure himself that it was really gone.

“No Harry. It was just Lupin. He’s no threat, and you know it.”

“But…”

“We’re going to Dumbledore now. Perhaps he knows what’s going on with you.”

“Yeah…”

They went over to the fire place and Harry went first. He stepped inside and threw the floo-powder into the flames. Seconds later the green flames surrounded him and he felt how the solid ground disappeared from underneath him and he swirled into the flames while they took him to the headmaster’s office.

Suddenly Harry stumbled out of the fire place in Dumbledore’s office. He coughed and brushed himself off.

“Harry, my dear boy,” Dumbledore said from behind him.

Harry spun around and hissed in surprise before he reminded himself that it was only the headmaster and that he didn’t need to fear.

“I was under the impression that your Weasley was taking you to the headquarters,” he said and looked over the rim of his glasses.

“Yeah, well…” Harry began but was interrupted when the fire place flamed up again and Fred walked out.

“Good morning professor,” he said and nodded at the headmaster before putting his arm around Harry.

“Good morning Mr Weasley. What can I do for you?”

“As you might have noticed Harry’s changed over night,” Fred said and Harry could feel how Dumbledore was studying him intensely.

“I can see that. Care to sit down and tell me what happened?”

Harry nodded and made way to the chairs in front of the headmaster’s desk. Fred sat down next to him and never let him out of his touch. That made Harry blush a little but he didn’t mind.

“May I offer you a lemon dropp?” Dumbledore asked and held forth a bowl of sweets.

Both Harry and Fred declined and Harry felt the scent from them itch his nose.

“So Harry,” Dumbledore asked as he leaned back in to his chair and closed his hands together. “Why don’t you tell me what’s happened.”

Harry sighed.

“I don’t know professor. Last night around midnight I just started to hurt, and then I passed out. And when I woke up this morning this is what I looked like.”

“I see. And today is your birthday, right?”

Harry nodded. He swallowed hard. He didn’t know what had happened to him, and he didn’t know why. But he wanted to know what it was. He felt the reassuring pressure of Fred’s hand in his own and could relax. At least he wasn’t alone.

“You know something, don’t you?” Fred asked.

He could see it in Dumbledore's eyes. And he had a feeling that Dumbledore knew exactly the same thing that Fred himself was suspecting.

“I might,” the old man answered before turning back to Harry.

“Tell me my boy, have you heard about creature inheritance?”

“What?” Harry was confused. He’d heard about it in passing, but it was nothing that he’d cared to remember.

“Many wizards families have creature blood in their blood line. It’s actually a very common thing,” Dumbledore explained. “Usually the creature blood makes it appearance around the sixteenth or seventeenth birthday. It’s about that time that ones magic is stable enough to handle the transformation.”

“You say that it’s common, then how come I’ve never seen it before?”

“Maybe you just didn’t notice,” Fred shrugged.

When Harry glared at him he smiled apologetic.

“I mean,” he continued. “Just last year there was a Rawenclaw boy that came into his inheritance. Nothing much happened and hardly anyone noticed it since it’s fairly common.”

“So you mean this” Harry gestured towards himself. “is common?!”

“Harry…” Fred started but Harry didn’t want to listen to him.

“No. I want to know what happened. I want to know what I am. Am I still me?”

“You are still Harry,” Dumbledore said with a calm voice. “You are still the son of James and Lily Potter.”

“But what am I?” Harry sighed.

He leaned back in the chair and tried to fight tears that he felt were beginning to gather in his eyes.

“I don’t know all of the creatures in your father’s family, but since you have some very distinct features I do have my suspicions.”

“Oh?” Harry’s face lit up with some hope for an explanation, but it vanished again when Dumbledore continued.

“Though I am not the right man to tell you about it. I do believe that there is one that is better suited for the situation since his knowledge with these things far exceeds those of mine.”

The headmaster left his chair and walked over to the fire place. He threw some powder into the flames and watched them turn green before he asked for Severus Snape.

Seconds later Harry heard the potion master’s voice through the flame and shuddered. In his current state he was not in the mood to meet his most hated professor. He could have accepted anyone else, but apparently he didn’t have his luck with him. Fred felt how Harry tensed up and moved his chair closer so that he could put his arm around Harry. He knew that that was little to no comfort, but it was all he could do at the moment. And Harry seemed to accept his manoeuvre and leaned into the embrace.

Soon Snape stepped out of the flames and accompanied the headmaster back to the desk. Harry could feel the cold stare on him, but he couldn’t bring himself to look up. Instead he moved deeper into Fred’s embrace and tried to hide himself.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Snape sneered.

Fred shot him a deadly glare but said nothing. He knew better than to argue with the professor. He let one of his hands stroke Harry's back. Unconsciously his other had reached for Harry's hair and was soon intertwined in the black locks. Suddenly Harry started to purr. Fred looked down on him and saw that he had begun stroking Harry’s newly acquired cat ears.

Both professors looked at Harry with different states of surprise. Most visible was it on Dumbledore since Snape did his best to hide it behind his stoic mask.

“It seems that your theory was right headmaster,” Snape said and pulled out a parchment from his inner pocket. “Are you sure there are no Asians relatives in the Potter line?”

“I’m very sure,” Dumbledore said.

“Fine. Then this is all I’ve got.”

He turned back to the pair sitting on the chairs.

“Potter.”

Harry’s ears moved in the direction of the voice but he made no sign to move.

“Potter!” Snape said again, a bit harsher this time.

Immediately Harry’s head shot up and he turned to his professor. He shyly looked up at Snape and blinked a few times.

Snape held out the parchment for Harry to take, but Harry just looked at it in confusion.

“Read it Potter. It’s all the information there is about you.”

Hesitantly Harry took it and opened it. One page was all he had in his hands.

“You’re a rare creature Harry,” Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eyes. “You should read this.”

Harry nodded and held the paper so that Fred could read along with him.

Kattum

Kattum’s are a rare race of cat-like humans (very different from the Japanese Neko-jin). They live in small families: two mates and their children (also called kittens).

Little is known about how the family lives.

Kattum’s are divided into two groups: dominant and submissive. Each family is one dominant (the provider and protector) and one submissive (the carer)

Dominant

A dominant Kattum is easily recognised and easy to tell apart form a submissive because of its wings. The wings, as well as the tail, usually take the colour of the kattum’s hair. The wings span from the size of the Kattum up to five times the body length.

The dominant Kattum is very protective and possessive towards its mate - especially if the mate is in heat or pregnant. If the dominant feels that his/her mate is threatened in any way they are very likely to kill in order to protect.

Submissive

A submissive Kattum is smaller than its dominant mate. They also lack the wings. They have more cat-like features which they are unable to hide such as their cat-eyes and pointed teeth.

An unmated submissive is unable to hide its ears and tail from view, and they are also unable to access their full power.

An unmated submissive can be stubborn and even vicious. But once mated it tend to calm down.

Reproduction

Little is known about the kattum’s mating process. It is known however that the submissive goes into heat twice a year once they’ve found their mate. The oncoming heat can be predicted with a change of diet and drastic mood-swings.

The heat varies from 5-10 days.

The Kattum's wrath

It’s the ultimate defence only used by submissive kattums.

No one knows the full extent of this power since none has lived long enough to tell about it.

But when a submissive is threatened and its mate isn’t there they have to rely on themselves. Since they lack the ability to fly to safety they attack instead.

Not many kattums use this defence since it’s very tiring and drains them of their energy. It can possibly even kill them

Harry read the page once more. Then he looked up at his professors.

“Are you kidding me?” he was confused and the paper hadn’t done much to help with that confusion.

“I’m afraid not my boy,” Dumbledore said.

“So this is what I am now?”

“It looks like that, yes.”

Harry looked back down at the paper again and eyed it through.

“But I don’t have any wings…”

And the smirk on Snape’s face that made him almost made him shudder once more.

“Seems like you’re not the dominant then.”

Harry’s face fell and he didn’t know what to say. Once more Fred held him tight and kissed him.

“I don’t care Harry. You’re still my Harry. My Raven.”

Harry just nodded.

“I want to go home,” he whispered in defeat.

He needed some time alone before he could accept it.

“Of course Harry,” Dumbledore said and left his chair. “You two should go back home and I will come and see you tomorrow. If you have any questions, just ask them.”

“I will. Thank you professor. ”

With Fred’s arm around him Harry walked over to the fire place and flooed back to Grimmauld Place.

He arrived in the same living room that they had left a while ago. For once Fred was out of words – not even a joke came from him. And Harry was thankful for that. He didn’t want to talk right now.

Carefully he opened the door and made sure that no one was there. Then he hurried up the stairs and locked himself into the room that was his. He threw himself on the bed and buried his head in the pillow.

This was not the good day that he thought it would be.

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