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Chameleon\'s Castle	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 14170 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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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AN: This is a short chapter, but I'm introducing some new characters, OC's and canon, but with the usual Chameleonis twist. Hope you enjoy. Reviews are greatly appreciated, past and future.
ChaosLady: Grawp is reacting to another adult Giant in his area. He's like a big kid that has been missing his home, and the stability of his father's presence. No, Harry's dad only had seven mates, and never learned about this new part of his heritage.
Anon: Harry can just take on all of them, can't he? As long as he doesn't mate one, it's all good.
JordanC: Thanks for sticking with me. I like playing with the dinamics of Harry's household. Draco and Oliver may have some other fun. Remember, this is under the Threesome/moresome category.
Sailor Sol: I was wondering, is your user name in reference to a certain anime? Just curious. Oh, and I give away no more secrets, so call me a child if you like. I'll take it as a compliment. Also, thanks for keeping up with all of these sequels. I know some of the readers of Chameleon's Song will not be interested in other stories conceived from it, but it is nice that some will go the gambit. As for the ease of Isabel's inclusion, for Harry to get his Chameleon child, he will have to work at it.
Thrnbrooke: Thanks, I think I will.
Minervaq: Ollivander's motives will become more obvious here. I'm touched by your diligence, and happy to have you, but does this mean you aren't reading Malfoy for Minister or Bound and Gagged? Just kidding. Always thrilled by someone enjoying my endeavors. Thanks.
Foop: Sorry for the delay, I'm back. Hope you like the continuations, as well.
Kaylanni: No, I've never even considered abandoning my work. I've been a bit stressed, some health issues, and school of course, but here's something for everyone who has been patient with me.

Chapter Two: Equine Breeds and a Chameleonis

Grawp was still crying when Hagrid got him to let go of Harry and sit next to the biggest pumpkin. Harry was glaring at his boss, who was cuddling his cache of clippings and smiling like it was Christmas. “So, you don't really use giant heartstrings? It's been toenails and skin flakes the whole time?”
“Can you imagine trying to kill a giant just to harvest his heart? I'm not a barbarian, Harry.”
“Okay, so how many other wands have you been lying about?”
“Plenty. Mostly, we use bits and cast offs, and just call them something that sounds important, like a heartstring or a clip of magical core. You should know this, look at your own wands. Phoenix tailfeather in the holly and unicorn hair in the hawthorn, but the other, though reputed to have a center made from death's own magical core, it is really only a piece of the same fabric that makes up your cloak. So, don't judge wandmakers wrongly, it's because wizards don't wish to use wands made from scraps of dragon shed or harpy dandruff.”
“Fine. I'll keep it secret. Now, I'm going with Hagrid to meet with Firenze, so could you stay here and try not to upset Grawp? Don't try to scalp him while we're gone.”
“I'll be fine. I've enough giant hairs, it's these that are more capable of channeling magic properly. Quite a find. I'll make a good deal of money, and I'll pay Hagrid for them, so he will have it easier caring for his brother.” Harry had been scowling and Ollivander capitulated the last to ease his apprentice.
“I'll help you make sure he gets it, too. Come on, Hagrid. Where are we meeting Firenze?” Harry had returned to his regular look and Grawp was sobbing as he watched them walk toward the treeline. After they were out of sight, the giant rose and slowly followed. Ollivander was so intent on scooping more of the bits of giant toenails into his jar that he did not notice the disappearance of the huge man.

“Firenze is still working with the school, but once NEWTs were done, he took off to be with his son. That's where the problem is, Arry. It's Puck.”
“Firenze has a son named Puck?”
“Actually, his name is Archemeides, but most just call him Puck. Not sure where he got the name, but it stuck. Anyhow, seems Puck is a bit . . . pregnant.”
“Oh?” Harry was amused by Hagrid's reaction to the Centaur's condition, and tried to keep it to himself. “So, how is that a problem?”
“Ain't the child of another Centaur, that's how. Seems he's been foolin with a Unicorn. Centaurs don't like such things.”
“Really? So, this is about purity, again? Hagrid, I didn't know Centaurs were like that.”
“Most keep to themselves, so not much is known about them. Firenze has no problem with his son's choice, but the rest of the herd is near to stampeding. Seems, the alpha stallion, Magorian, was planning on taking Puck as a mate, along with his three other submissives, and this just watn't part of his plans.”
“I can see that. So, where's the Unicorn that is the baby's father?”
“Tha's it, Harry. No one knows, an Puck ain't talkin. Firenze wants to go and find him, but he's barely back with the herd, what with him still teachin wizards and all. So, the herd is ready to storm the Unicorn glade, in hopes of finding the papa and getting' him to take the babe and renounce his attentions toward Puck. It's the way Centaur do things.”
“They want the Unicorns to raise the baby? What if it's Centaur?”
“Magorian don't want no child in his herd that ain't his, especially if it's one of his mate's with another stallion. He's gotta get rid of the baby, or he cain't take Puck.”
“Hagrid, how can a Unicorn herd raise a Centaur baby?” before the half-giant could answer his question, Harry found himself surrounded by a thundering herd of pure white or soft creamy equines. Their hooves barely missed him as they reared and galloped, dancing in place or jumping over him at Hagrid's side. The bigger wizard dove down onto his knees, curling up to avoid a stray hoof or sharp teeth.

Oliver apparated to the outskirts of Edinburgh, to the small wizarding village of Clanaugh Grove. Frank MacDougal's farm was here. He had left Harry an invitation, when he had come to the housewarming, and it was clutched tightly in Oliver's hand.
Keeping an entire farm under a fidelis charm was no easy task, and Oliver had more respect for Isabel's brother than he left the castle with. The farm was easily over twenty acres, most of them filled with potions ingredients and food stuffs, but there was a house rivaling Malfoy Manor, a barn and fifteen magic silos. There was also an orchard and two ponds. He briefly thought that Susan would love to visit here.
Frank was in a field of irises and he had a small whirlwind going, so it wasn't hard for his guest to find him. Oliver stood at a safe distance, watching the man swirl his wand arm around, keeping the tornado in control as it collected the pollen from the plants without disturbing a single leaf or petal. When the pollen was concentrated in the top of the funnel, Frank's free arm shot out and he accio'd a large bin that hovered just under the base of the twister. The air shifted and changed directions, siphoning the pollen down to the waiting container. Frank sent it off to the barn, seeing Oliver only as he had put it into a slot on the barn wall, where it melded into the outside of the building.
“Ollie? What's wrong?” Frank called as he ran the distance between them.
Oliver was sure that the man knew well what was wrong, but he patiently began. “Isabel is missing. Harry got a howler, from your parents.”
“He did? She is? How did they find out? Oh, Shite! Mikey, what have you done?” Frank was a blur of motion, dragging Oliver to the house, calling for elves, workers, cousins and immediate family as he went. They stopped in the main room of the house, a large common-room-like den, probably extended with wizard space, where the farmer was met by no less than twenty people. “Ma and Da, though probably more Ma, have taken Isabel. They're interfering with her wedding and defying Harry Potter. We need to help.”
“And what would you have us do, Frankie?” Dionelle was Frank's wife, though not his only one, and she stood firmly at the center of the group, a child on her hip and another near her calf. “They are her parents and she's only eighteen. They have the right to protect her from an unwanted bond.”
“They don't have the right to stop her from finding the best bond for her. She wants to marry Harry.”
“Are you sure? Really, Frankie, does she want this, or is this just you wanting to have Harry Potter in your family?”
Frank glared at the women, not the oldest of his wives, but until recently a favorite, and he took a deep breath.

The Unicorns raced around them, trampling the underbrush and snapping branches from the closest trees. Harry held up a hand, calling out, “I want to speak with the herd leader. Who is it?”
The stampede slowed, trotting and dancing, then cantering a bit before coming to a slow gait that eventually stopped all together, leaving a gap at one point, near a copse of trees. From that bit of forest, a tall black stallion sauntered out, his body thicker than the rest and his head held so high that his single horn brushed the high branches above him. He entered the circle turned sideways and spread his wings, wings Harry had not noticed until they unfurled from his sides. When the wings were completely extended, reaching nearly as wide as Harry's Veela appendages, his head rose, lifting from his body and forming a human torso, complete with six-pack and long flowing black hair.
“Adrian Pucey?” Harry greeted, taking a small step forward.
“Harry Potter.” Adrian reached out and took the extended hand, shaking it and eyeing him with suspicion. Harry supposed this was all right, since the man had been Slytherin in school.
“I didn't know Pegasus was a Unicorn breed.
Adrian laughed. He reached up, touched his horn, placed directly in the center of his forehead, where his dark locks seemed to flow like a waterfall. “It is. We are the males of the race. I would have thought you more interested in the Centaur attributes of our lineage.”
“Yeah, well. I figured you'd get around to it. So, shall we have a sit down, or do I have to transform in order to negotiate?”
“Come, I have a glade where we can meet. Sorry, Hagrid. Equines only.” Adrian gave the half-giant an apologetic look, before he turned and led Harry away. The Chameleonis put his hands to the ground, rising on his hoofs and cantering after the Unicorn prince in the single-horned version of centaur, though he had not yet attempted the wings.

“So, Centaurs are a patriarchal segment of the Pegasus/Unicorn breed. You are all able to assume this form, and they can also take a horse form. They reject any children with horns, or wings, or breasts, and refuse to mate with others of this herd?”
“Yes. They take the Centaur form in a show of rebellion. Magorian has led that faction for decades, but my father Alluvian is king of the Unicorns. He is leader over even that rebellious group, but has chosen to look the other way, since the group has avoided humans most of the time and not interfered with his herd. But, they have interfered with my ascension, by kidnapping my consort and heir.”
“You are the Unicorn that got Archemeides pregnant?”
“Yes. My mate, Puck, is carrying my child, and it will bear one of those three, if not all, traits. If nothing is done to save him, when he gives birth, the child will die.”
“Hagrid said that they would give it to the Unicorns to raise.”
“That is what Hagrid believes. That is what Magorian tells him. They won't allow the child, a freak by their naming, to live. It would always be a testament to the love between Puck and myself. Potter, I can't allow this to happen. I will go to war, if that is what it takes, to save my baby and my mate. Puck would die if he had to witness the death of our first child. I can't stand aside and let it happen.”
“Shit, no. But, war? I want to help.”
“By your transformation, you are accepted into this herd, but you are under no obligation to fight with us. How would you help?”
“I can transform to Centaur, without the horn or wings, and then negotiate for you.”
“It's not as easy as you might think.” Adrian paused. “I would have to speak with Alluvian. You should wait here.”
“No. Let me speak with the king.” Harry rose up, regaining the Centaur/Unicorn form he had managed on the trip to the glade, and adding the wings that he had seen on the man before him.. Adrian looked him over, realizing how persuasive a Chameleonis would be in his father's court.
“Follow me. We'll have to fly. I hope you can manage.”
“I've flown.”
“This isn't like a broom.”
“I imagine it's not like a Veela flight, either. I'm pretty adaptable.”
“I can see that. This way.” Adrian trotted toward the trees, building speed as his torso returned to that of a horse and his wings extended. He lifted from the ground just shy of the trunks and rose straight up. Harry followed quickly, picking up the ques from the prince and taking flight a few seconds behind him.
Isabel woke in the dark, cool air around her and only the sound of dripping water to greet her ears. She rolled to her feet, reaching out to explore her surroundings with her hands and fingers. There was stone, like the walls of the dungeons at school, and it was broken only by the frame of a wooden door and the bars in front of a closed pair of shutters. She sighed and settled back onto the mattress that she had vacated and leaned against that wall. “Oh, mum. Da. What have you done?”

Review responses from Chameleon's Song:
AlyAJay: Thank you. I'm gonna try to do better, but I still have three semesters left and that may interfere.
Anon: I guess that would work, since everyone keeps suggesting it, but I'm concerned about the Moderators.
Gobert: Not surprised that you volunteered for that. I promise to bring Cedric's nipples back, and more babies with different births. Okay, so this is an issue, but I'll try it.
ChaosLady: Sorry to bog down your day. Glad you're going to keep on with me though.
Jan: Thanks. Glad to have you along.
Sailor Sol: Wow! I never thought of myself as a “wicked, nasty, evil child”, especially in the last few years. Okay, so if you're here, you've got the answer to that last question, and I hope you've found the other stories, as well.
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