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Chameleon's Song	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 132344 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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AN: Okay, so here we go. And I apologize in advance for this going off on a tangent. I got drawn into a wizarding wedding and just had to see it complete.

AR: No fair. I think you wrote more in your review than I wrote for this chapter! Glad you’re enjoying, and I’ll try to get to all that. I think. I agree about the twins. They each have twins. Veela, Phoenicia and Hydra are the twin breeders.   Naga breed one or two eggs, Dragonite can bear between two and seven eggs. Manticore, Sphinx, Serpentia and Selkie are litter bearers, one to five young at a time. All equine breeds tend toward single births, and only in the case of Phoenicia crosses with Unicorns would that child be capable of splitting and becoming twins.

Hope this helps.

I promised Isabel, and she wants to be taken, but that family of hers is quite a sticky bit to deal with. I’m working on that, and I’ll get to it when I can. First, I have another problem for the harem. It’s a tiny issue - elfish sized, even.

I admit that I have been selfish with the mating scenes, but I didn’t want to level this down as a fuck-fest. I wanted a true love story, with some sex as a side. Sorry, if that bothers some.

wavedancer: That may take quite a few more chapters.

Gobert: Glad to have you. Okay, so this is becoming a major question. Remember the book said that Veela always bear twins, so increments of two. Phoenicians display as twins. So, they split off at some time. In the case of the Weasleys, right after birth. Fred and George will carry one, or two children, but each one could potentially split into two.

Draco is a personal favorite of mine, so I like to make sure he gets plenty of angst and pampering to make up for it afterwards.

Unneeded: I don’t think Draco is quite through with Harry, yet. He said he’d help make sure Harry learns what he expects from a Dom. The fireworks might still be powder-dry and ready for a spark.

Fleur was one of four babies born to Lucius, but because of James’ rejection, he wasn’t in the best condition to carry them. The boys, Fiore and Louis, died at nine and seven, respectively, and Fleur’s twin, Aryetta, died when they were four. Sad.   More will come on these, as well as Draco’s twin, Lucien. Harry only knows what the book says, sadly. (See chapter below.)

SinsiterMelody: I wasn’t basing Sirius’ creature on this, only because of the Demon part. Kitsune being fox, would be close, but Sirius and Patsy are more of a DogSpirit inheritance. Thanks for the review, hope you love reading the story as I love writing it.

Chapter Twenty-five: A Joining of spirits

Difficult Childbirths: How to get a baby in the worst situations

Many creatures are endowed with the least problematic gestations, while others suffer from incidents all through the development of their young. Some of the most difficult childbearing races are Chimeara, Centaur/Pegasus, Manticore, Vampire, and Wyverni.

In the case of Male Pregnancy, these species are the most likely to miscarry or spontaneously abort in times of stress, danger or famine.

Extreme caution is necessary for all pregnancies in these lines and it is suggested that putting the expectant parent in the care of the Department of Magical Crosses, is the best and safest route. An experienced Midwife, with medical training in creature lines, is the second best option.

Children that manage to last through the gestational period are as hardy as the birth parent and a weak or lethargic bearer must be relieved of the infant in order for the child to benefit from a caregiver that is in better shape. Often, a sibling of the bearer or dominant is asked to care for the child until the bearer is improved, but in some cases more permanent arrangements must be made.

            Harry leaned into the fireplace as the green flames showed the face of Molly Weasley. “Harry Dear, is something the matter?” she said.

            “No, I was just wondering if you know a diagnostic spell to determine male pregnancy?”

            “Of course, Dear.”

            “How soon can it be performed?”

            “Why, it works immediately.” Molly’s face lit up and she leaned closer. “Have you conceived another child?”

            “Possibly,” Harry smiled and it had a devious edge. “Could you do the spell for us? I know it would be greatly appreciated by everyone.”

            “Well, I would love to. I’ll be right through. Just let me tell Arthur where I’m going.”



            Fred had managed his release before George and the other brother was just climaxing when a knock on the door startled them both. Harry’s voice came through the wood. “I'm back and I have a visitor for you.”

            George yanked up the blanket as Fred scrambled back to his own bed. The door flew open before he reached it and Harry stood behind Molly in the hall.

            “Fred! What are you doing? And George, in bed so late in the morning, are you ill? . . Oh! It’s you! Or is it your brother? Oh, Harry!” She glared at her sons before she turned quickly and hugged the Chameleonis. “I’m gonna be a grandmother. Oh, let’s do the spell. Come on boys . . in your bed, Fred.” Molly’s wand came out and Harry rushed over to pull back the covers for Fred. Molly crossed to George and began a complicated incantation along with some intricate wand movements.

            George was stiff in his bed, glaring at Harry around his mother’s hip and clinging to his bedding.

            “Why Mum?” Fred whispered as he covered his nakedness with a sheet.

            “It’s not safe to contact a professional just yet, and I didn’t think you’d want Mrs. Malfoy to do it, like she did for Draco.” Harry whispered back.

            “Maybe we would.” Fred returned with a quick look George’s way.

            “And I thought this might dissuade you from trying something like this again.” Harry added as he tucked in the covers.

            “Harry, come see this!” Molly called from where she stood. Harry ran over and stopped short. A yellow glow emanated from underneath the blanket at George's belly. Molly stood back and grinned. “That’s a baby.” she announced.

            The redhead put one hand over the spot and his face lit up with wonder. “Harry, we made a person.” he said.

            “Yeah.” Harry agreed, sitting next to his thigh and putting his hand next to George’s.

            “If you want to know the sex, I can do the next part.” Molly suggested and Harry looked up at his mate.

            “No, Mum. I’ll wait and find out when it gets here. Do Fred.” George shooed his mother away and she harrumphed over to her other son’s bed.

            Harry peeled the blanket down until he could see the glow coming out of George’s skin. “Our baby’s in there.” he said and George grinned back.

            “When Molly had finished with Fred, George had pulled on a robe and stood next to Harry as the yellow glow began. The twins shared a grin before Harry kissed them both, smiling so widely it seemed to split his cheeks.

            Fred had decided to have the rest of the spell, and Molly announced proudly, “It’s female.” and the entire group beamed for the rest of the woman’s visit. She left them before lunch, promising to arrange for a discreet medi-witch to come and do the rest of their prenatal care.

            The Wizarding realtor was a small hyperactive man named Hiram Wagstaff, half-brother of the Weird Sister performer, Myron. They were distant cousins to the Blacks, with Cerebrum blood in their line. Not only did he understand the special needs for the family, he unknowingly confirmed a suspicion Harry had harbored about his creature abilities.

            Ever since the confrontation with Lon Derrick, Harry had felt as if he had absorbed the creature abilities of the older Slytherin. He didn’t know Lon’s breed, so couldn’t be sure, but as they landed from their first portkey trip, Harry nearly fell. Even the advice Narcissa had given him, which had solved his floo travel issues, couldn’t keep him from toppling upon landing and crashing right into Hiram.

            The little realtor was surprised, but compensated by bracing Harry’s shoulders and taking the force of the fall with his legs.

            Harry was embarrassed, but the feelings that rushed through him had nothing to do with that. His neck was tight and his vision blurred and doubled, somewhat like the first time he had taken his Phoenicia form, only it seemed the man had split into three. He had righted himself, with only the aid of Oliver, and his world re-solidified, but the impression reminded him of the other event that he planned to investigate.

            “Welcome to Harleston Hall.” Wagstaff said with a flourish. The three mates looked up to see a plain cottage swell into a small manor house. Harry led his mates up to the gates, stepping aside so that Wagstaff could open them. They were shown the house, all fifteen bedrooms, and the gardens, including a small forest and a plot of potions ingredients. They walked the enchanted paths around the back of the manor and explored the small dungeon-like cellars.

            It was a beautiful house and there were many amenities, but it just didn’t feel like home.

            “Not enough oak or hardwoods.” Oliver announced as they landed in front of Grimmauld Place.

            “I liked the formal rooms, but the bedrooms were small and only one had wizard’s space.” Blaise added at the door.

`           “D’you think that Susie would like the pond?” Harry asked.

            “It was small, but not as small as a pool. Draco would like that garden and the lab in the cellar.” Blaise suggested, but Harry looked doubtful.

            “It was well equipped, but so cut off from the main house.” Oliver advised.

            “I hope the next house is better, that’s all.” Harry sighed.

            The next day they toured a country estate in Ireland, but there were only ten bedrooms and no wizard’s space and the outdoors, grounds, gardens and greenhouse barely adequate. That night, Harry was feeling disappointed. He walked up the stairs, only half interested in which room he was aimed for. He ended up on the second floor and standing in front of Blaise’s door. The Chimeara stood back and let his mate in, smirking as he closed the door.

            “You always come back to me, don’t you?” the dark wizard asked as he stripped his mate and led Harry to the bed. “Just lie back and let Blaise ease those aches and pains away.”

            Harry loved Blaise’s massages. It was amazing what skilled hands, and a little brute force, could do to relieve some of the tensions of life. He lay on the bed, face down and buck naked, as Blaise straddled his back and worked away a tough knot on his shoulder. “What are we gonna do, Blaise?”

            “Well, we could try telling this guy, Hiram, exactly what we’re looking for. Or we could introduce him to Draco and let him explain to a pregnant Veela why he can’t find us a house with enough space for those babies he’s carrying.” Even as he said this, the Slytherin managed to find a sore spot and Harry groaned out his appreciation. “Don’t worry, Gryff. We’ll find the perfect place and get this unique family settled in time. Now, just relax and let me be your beast of burden.”

            Harry chuckled into the pillow as Blaise’s fingers worked his flesh. He always loved the Italian born wizard’s way with innuendo. “I’m stiff in another spot, now.”

            “Oh, damn. I think Draco is right about that succubus heritage. Must have been on your mother’s side. Or maybe you’re just a throw back from some other breeding.”

            “Couldn’t be. Pure human, remember?” Harry turned over quickly and caught Blaise before he could topple off of his lap. “Now, about working on my stiffy?”

            “Yes, let’s just see about that.” Blaise wriggled down until he was kneeling between Harry’s legs and sniffing deeply of his mate’s scent. “Relax, Gryff. I’ve got this one.”

            Harry threw his head back as Blaise took his length into his throat and swallowed it to the root. The Slytherin was talented in pleasure and Harry learned something new every time he spent the night with his first mate.

            Blaise’s mouth was everywhere, licking, nipping, actually biting at times, and when he opened his lips and encased Harry’s cock, the Gryffindor cried out in pleasure.

            When he came down from the peak of his orgasm, he worked on returning the favor for his first mate.

            Percy smiled at the petite girl in front of him, happy to finally reach the date she had set. Most of their preparations were in private, and when the day arrived they had only given their family and friends three-days-notice to get themselves ready and be at the proposed location. They stood in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, on the dais where Dumbledore had given every opening speech Harry had heard in the seven years he had attended.

            Harry and his mates, with the exclusion of Draco who had begged off for his health and Blaise who stayed home with the blond, were all in attendance, the first time they had gone somewhere enmass. Fred and George were stunning in the robes that Percy and Penelope had chosen for his brothers, and Ginny was beautiful in hers, that matched Penelope’s sister Athena’s and Fleur’s and Eloise’s. Ron’s wife was decidedly dwarfed and overwhelmed by her sister-in-laws, but Ginny was standing next to her giving her all the support she could. Charlie and Bill stood with Ron and kept him from making the woman even more nervous by chiding her for every move.

            The Weasleys and Clearwaters were a formidable group, especially when gathered like this, and the few ministry officials that had been invited looked cowed by their sheer numbers. The Clearwaters had five children, Penelope and Athena being the eldest, and their littlest just about to start at Hogwarts. Hermione was there, too.

            The other pure-blood families that were represented, for it was not in fashion yet to snub them, were the Longbottoms, by Neville and his new bride Millicent, the Patil/Derricks, and the twins were glowingly displaying their small bumps, the Shakelbolts, which included a surprise, and the Malfoys, Lucius and Narcissa had come because Harry had delivered the invitation himself. Dumbledore was surprisingly absent.

            The Weasleys and Malfoys had agreed to attempt a truce for the sake of their future grandchildren. Lucius cut an amazing figure in his official robes, compliments of the Wizengamut, as Percy had asked him to perform the ceremony, as a gesture of goodwill.

            “Can we all take our places, please?” the blond man asked and the gathering found seats quickly. “This is a momentous day for the community and I want to welcome you all in the name of the Wizengamut, the Ministry and the families of the two young people who are to be honored today. Percival Weasley and Penelope Clearwater have come together to unite in the tradition of our founding fathers and mothers, with marriage vows and rituals that will unite them for the strength of their bonds and the duration of their love. Percival Weasley, do you agree to put the needs of Penelope before your own, to exhaust your magic if it is necessary in order to protect her and to support her as she supports you and your children to be?”

            “I, Percival Ignatius Weasley, will give my life, my magic and my name to prove my love and my devotion, my support will be yours and you will be my priority.”

            “Very good.” Lucius sounded almost superior, as if he had brought about the union of his pure will. Harry chuckled. “Penelope Clearwater, do you promise your strength, your will and your support to Percy, to show him his wrongs, his faults, his strengths and his place in the wizarding world, to bear him strong heirs and to protect them all, he and your children, with your life and your magic, no matter the danger to yourself?”

            “I, Penelope Dione Clearwater, will give myself to my wizard, even as I am my own person, and I will endeavor to make him the best he can be, the strongest and wisest and proudest man I can. He is my heart, and my soul is connected to his in a mutual bond that will defy any who try to break it.”

            “Excellent. The ceremony that these two have chosen includes a potion, a ritual, a charm and a spell. They have chosen Severus Snape to brew the potion, Minerva McGonagall to perform the ritual, my wife to cast the charm and Sirius Black to enact the spell. An odd choice, but all fit witches or wizards. First, the potion.” Lucius took a step back and Severus came in from the side door. Harry had known that he was there, but as potion brewer he was not allowed to witness the ceremony thus far. All of the others, had disappeared behind the doors when Lucius began to speak and they would each come in from a different direction, North for Sirius, South for Narcissa, East for Minerva and West, where Severus had just come in. The rest of the wedding party had moved down from the dais and joined their families.

            “This potion, the brew of Life, is an ancient concoction, known only to the highest level of potions masters. It is a bond, a mutual understanding that will provide a connection between these two people, join them permanently and give them, and their future children added strength and magic, and shield them from the devices of those who would do them harm. It is not forbidden, though the Ministry tends to frown on its use. It is not to be taken frivolously. Do you both understand what you are about to do?” Severus spoke with a voice of authority, but not the one he used with the nitwit children he normally taught. His respect for Percy and Penelope, Head boy and girl of their year, was obvious.

            “We do.” The couple said in unison and Severus poured the potion into two matching cups.

            “These cups, significant of your choice, will remain with you so long as you both shall live, and will attest to your devotion, your free will in this choice and your intentions. Drink every drop.” And he handed them the cups, which they both drank with smiles on their faces.

            The cups, which had been simple muggle-looking stemware, transformed into medieval goblets, black pottery with an emblazoned firebird on the front of each. Percy’s was an obvious Phoenix, while Penelope’s was simpler, and seemed to be rising from the fire that surrounded it. They were exquisite.

            Severus stepped back and Lucius came forward. “Now, the Charm.” He said and the gathering looked to the South. Narcissa came in, wearing a long flowing gown of pure white that set off the golden yellow of her hair. She flowed up to the front, through the aisle that was set aside for her, like a spirit or angel. She stopped in front of the couple and smiled at them in a way that removed the look from her face that would have made the gathering wonder if they had forgotten their anti-perspirant spells.

            “Penelope, Percy, this charm, intended to aid you in fulfilling your deepest desire, will grant it only if you both wish for the same thing. Have you discussed this and do you agree on your wish?”

            “We have.” The couple agreed and smiled at each other with a new and knowing look. That was the potion, Harry was sure, giving them a deeper understanding of each other. They had to want the same thing, and now they were both sure of it.

            “Take each other’s hands, right to right, left to left.” When they had complied, she raised her wand, that Harry had seen mounted on a rack over the Malfoy fireplace many times during his visits. It was the wand of her mother, Druella Rosier Black. “Encanto Proviso Eleggio. Proviso Enchanti Muttallio.”

            A pure white glow surrounded the three and shot out toward the ceiling, raining down in pale pink and yellow sparks. Harry felt them land on his hair and smiled without thought. The room was filled with smiles, though Narcissa looked confused. He was concerned that she might have messed up the spell, but shook that off. Narcissa Malfoy never messed up a spell.

            Lucius slid up behind her, whispered something into her ear, as his hands encircled her waist. She nodded and stepped away to stand next to Severus near the wall. The blond man spoke again, “Now, the spell.” And again, eyes turned toward the North. Sirius entered, looking odd, but healthy. Harry wondered if living with the potions master was not what Sirius had thought it would be.

            “Percy. Penelope.” He greeted the couple. “I am honored to be able to perform this spell for you, and hope to someday see its outcome redoubled in your family. Percy and Penelope have asked for a Rite of Separation. This is not a spell intended to separate them from each other, but to split their magic, separate it and mingle it together. This spell, long out of use for some reason, will give their future children a better chance at attaining the level of magic and heritage that they both possess. It is dangerous, if used in the wrong lines, but I have been informed what I am dealing with, and I am prepared to proceed. If anyone has any reason to object, this would be the time. The Ministry is exempted, because we all know what you object to.”

            There was a light chuckle and then the room went silent. The few Ministry representatives were unsure what the spell would do, and most just wanted to see its effects.

            Sirius raised the official Black Family wand, a black oak with an ogre’s hair and heartstring coiled around each other at the core. Oliver had filled him in on the rare and historic wand. “Deplenesse, Origallia, Medinatium, Reveallious.” Sirius spoke the words carefully, and distinctly, filling the room with his voice and his power. A soft yellow glow rose from his wand and settled around the couple, absorbing into them, rising again as a pink and blue glow, which Harry thought was a bit cliché, and then mingling to a pale orchid. It settled again on them and disappeared. Sirius smiled, patted them on the shoulders and kissed Penelope’s cheek. Then, he moved away, to stand next to Severus who slid an arm around his waist, pulled him close and leaned down to whisper something to him. Harry saw Severus’ other hand steal up to lay palm down on his godfather’s belly. That was when he realized what was different about the man.

“Sirius is pregnant?” he whispered to Oliver, who smiled back at him. “He didn’t tell me.”

“Perhaps, he meant it as a surprise.” The dryad returned.

Lucius had returned to the podium and raised his arms. “This would usually be the end of a ceremony, but this young couple has requested a ritual. If everyone would stay seated and very still, Madame McGonagall will now perform it for them.” And he stepped back and stood near his wife. Minerva came in, but no one turned to look, heeding the words of the officiator. Rituals were tricky business and could be ruined by the slightest thing.

The woman stood between the couple and the congregation, her tartans billowing in a way that Harry was sure even Snape couldn’t manage. She looked around to the moldings on the walls. She nodded in each direction then raised her hand, her customary wand in place, and began a soft chant. The words were lost in the euphoria that surrounded him, but Harry knew instinctively what the spell was meant to do. He drew on his Phoenician, just enough to separate his mind and view the ritual from this form. His hands, that had clasped Oliver’s and Seamus’, were tingling. His mind sought out Susan and Luna, who were seated on either side of the twins and had taken Fred and George’s hand at some point. Cedric sat to Oliver’s right, and his hand had slipped into that of the dryad’s. When Seamus reached for Susan, the family was joined in a continuous link and Harry could feel the twins bolstering the connection.

            The ritual was a privacy incantation, intended to make it so that no one could share the events of the day with someone they had no connection with. If they were not of the family, they would only be able to speak of it with a bondmate, or spouse, who would be bound to the same ritual. The Ministry officials were trapped here, unattached to their superiors, so unable to report on the proceedings. Minerva lowered her hands and smiled.

            “Refreshments will be served in the new greenhouse.” She said as she moved aside and took Percy and Penelope’s hands. “Mr. and Mrs. Percival Weasley invite you to celebrate their marriage. Enjoy.” And she led them through the crowd to the waiting feast.
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