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Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 27604 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales
Pairing: Future DracoxHarry
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: A side fic with vignettes that should give insight into characters in my Unlikely Heroes story.
Notes: I know this title isn't as epic as that of StarlightxMassacre's Rise of the Dracken: The Scaled bits but I did my best. This is not quite a side fic but will show parts of the story that didn't make it into the main story line for whatever reasons. Hopefully this is answer questions or fill in gaps.
This side fic is dedicated to one of my favorite reviewers: Child of the sea96
A/N: This Chapter is dedicated to FireSenshi2 who correctly guessed Severus' inheritance. Kudos to her.

Chapter 24- George goes into Heat
December 10, 1994
Viktor woke up to smell George’s scent strongly tinged with arousal, he was moaning in his sleep. His Chuvash couldn’t rise but he could sense his mate’s fertility. He was eternally gratefully that the Hogworts’ Headmaster had granted them their own private apartment. He was even more thankful that George wasn’t in the Tower. He summoned his magic, though George wasn’t fully a Chuvash he had to seem powerfully enough magically for George’s Chuvash to accept him. George was a lot larger then any submissive Chuvash he’d ever seen but having met his brothers and fathers it was clear that he would have been anywhere from 177 centimetres which was Percy’s height and 186 thereabouts which is how tall Charlie was.
The tattoo that marked George as his mate, which was that of a raven clutching a weasel to his chest, started to glow with magic.
He could sense both George’s arousal and his fertility; it was mingling with his mate’s natural scent and tantalizing him.
His father had explained it all on his sixteenth birthday when he’d failed to shift. He was the Chuvash equivalent of a squib, born to two parents capable of shifting while he was unable to. Yet, if he found another like him, they could produce a Chuvash who could shift. He could feel his Chuvash thrashing beneath his skin desperate to be free but he was trapped.
He could feel beginning stage of heat or the thrall as some called it. He warded the entire apartment so securely, that no one would enter. Wizards and witches who had a creature inheritance were allowed to forego class when they were in this position. He was going to loose his control soon but he wanted to be sure his mate was safe. When a Chuvash was in thrall they were unaware of anything other then a need for sex. Not all procreated when they succumbed to the thrall but it was rare to become pregnant outside of it. His mother didn’t conceive him until her tenth thrall after being mated to his father. He was the only pregnancy carried to term. After losing three pregnancies after him, her sexual appetite dwindled to nonexistent and she never went into thrall again.
One of the wards he set up would alert his father he was in danger and his Otac would come immediately. Branko Krum was highly protective of his only son, and was proud of him. Chuvash had three possible outcomes for progeny: magical human, Chuvash and those like himself, Chuvash that couldn’t shift.
George woke with a growl and all thought other then sex fled from his mind.
Viktor tore at George’s clothes, forcing his legs apart and thrust into him. His prick was hard and pulsing with need.
George growled, thrusting back, his hands clawing at Viktor. His human reason fled and he was animalistic in his need. His Chuvash wanted a child; he wanted his mate, Viktor to prove to be viral enough to give him one. They were two of a kind, Chuvash unable to shift. He could feel the dragon inside him, roaring, wanting to be free…
Their sex was brutal, but passionate, there could never a doubt that they belonged together. They loved each other but love had no place in this coming together.
The magic crackled between them, raw, sensual and ancient. No one knew how Chuvash came about, they just were. They were a blending of humanity with the strength, magical power and ancientness of the dragon. They were Chuvash.
The scent of blood, arousal, fertility and sex permeated them, spurred their lust to greater heights.
It would be days before they stopped, they would wake to come together sexually as many times as their bodies could take it before falling asleep.
XoooooX
Viktor woke starving, he cast a tempus spell to find it was half past three in the morning. He summoned an elf Eva, snarling at here in Russian, “What day is it?”
She swallowed before replying in the same tongue, “December 13^th.”
So they’d been in thrall for three days nearly, a short time but then they were not true Chuvash. He nodded, “I’m hungry. I’ll like a rare steak. A large one.”
The tiny elf bowed and disappeared.
It might be some hours before George woke, the thrall took more out of submissives. They usually needed longer to recover. He could feel his hunger for sustenance to replenish what he hadn’t eaten in three days but he did need rest. The previous days were a blur, not surprising with what his father had told him. Had he ended up with a magical human rather then George he would never have experienced the thrall.
Eva returned with food.
Viktor saw not one steak but three on a plate that was more of a platter then a plate. Clenched in her hand were a knife and fork but she seemed unsure about them. “Should Eva be telling master that the thrall is over? Master Branko be worrying that Master Viktor not have thrall, that he not be Chuvash enough.
Every Chuvash knew that it was their mate who brought on the thrall; an unmated Chuvash never experienced the thrall until they were mated.
Viktor nodded, “Tell him. We shall emerge from seclusion when George wakes. It was short which must be because we can’t shift.” Or…because George had only a small window within which he could conceive. He hoped that George would have an easier time holding onto a pregnancy then his mother did. She’d lost a child at three months and then at six, a daughter first and then a son. The grief had been so flattening that his mother’s healer believed that she had chosen not to go into thrall again because the pain of losing a child so close to birth had almost destroyed her.
The loss of those babies had put a wall up between him and his mother, she wasn’t the most affectionate of women but still she was his mother. His father was a busy man but it was him who soothed him from his nightmares. It was his father who picked him up and dusted him off when he fell off his broom, it was his father who taught him to fly and to love the wind blowing through his hair. He was jealous of George, he thought eating with one hand and burying his hand in George’s thick curly hair, it was like a flame. George had four brothers and one a twin. He was close to them; he and Fred had secrets and a dream. No doubt about it that the brother he was closest to was Charlie, who was a dominant Chuvash and also bent. Well like his father would say, his wizard desired men but his Chuvash would bond to whomever it desired. For Charlie’s sake he hoped it was a submissive Chuvash but male submissives were considered rare. Harry Potter was expected to be a submissive, that Neville was scented by their King to be Chuvash as well as that young Zabini. They had submissive personalities and would probably be revealed as submissives when they came into their inheritances. George was more wizard then Chuvash, a hybrid like himself if one was being diplomatic. That would explain why George was so physically different from other submissive Chuvash, who were slim and almost deceptively weak, what he knew about dragon dams was that they were far from weak. They could be very violent, his father had a contract with the Harvey Ridgebit Dragon Preserve, they sold shed dragon skin, skins from dragons who died, heart string, blood and even dragon bones, fangs or claws. Every bit of a dragon was magical and useful; dragons who died naturally or became so uncontrollable that they were put down. Some bucks lost control, ate eggs, younglings and even dams.
His father considered learning about their dragon kin part of his education, Chuvash told stories about a time when dragons were conigent, when they conversed with them and they learned from one another. Later the race grew more feral and their intelligence faded. Leaving their Chuvash kin to protect them, why and when the Dragons lost their power of true speech and understanding wasn’t known. They used to be capable of intelligent conversation, they taught their humanoid kin much. Then they became feral and forgot about their desires to accumulate knowledge and riches. Some on both sides were able to speak Draconic but that was lessening, the Chuvash were a secretive race, they were sadly becoming more like wizards and some forgot their heritage.
It was embarrassing to be unable to shift; most submissives would see it as a weakness. Not George, his mate was gentle and sensitive. His father worked a great deal but was largely absent most of his life. He was just getting to know his true bearer and he loved him despite having no clear memories of him. He wanted a large family; he hoped that George was capable of carrying children, many children to term. George’s father had two brothers, he’d fathered five sons, his grandmother had two sisters and his grandfather was the youngest of seven brothers. His bearer Gideon had a twin, the same as George had. He loved George; the burning need to possess and protect his mate was there. He hoped and prayed that their child was growing inside George now. He longed for a child, Chuvash as a rule had children young and if the mating proved fertile they could have children for a longer period then most wizards.
Viktor grinned setting down the plate to lay down beside George. His mate was still asleep, clearly drained by the thrall.
He would be considered excused from lessons due to the thrall. Viktor had no intention of leaving George alone so he would remain in their student apartment until after George woke. Then they would return to lessons. Now that Hogwarts had new Headmaster, one who respected his guests Viktor wouldn’t protest if George wished to return to his Hogwarts classes.
George was intelligent but the Durmstrang classes were taught at a higher level than that of Hogwarts. It would be up to George whether he continued with Durmstrang or returned to his regular classes. Viktor jealously hoped that George decided to attend with Durmstrang.

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A/N: Sorry it's taken so long to update. I was busy with that internship and then school. Four shows in five months with two or three week breaks between them is difficult. I'm a technical theatre major so I got myself it this and I thrive on it. It just puts a cramp in my writing time because I lose my nights.
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